yjh is not soft.

just something to keep you company the next time work demands his attention for days on end. finding a new fuck buddy has been out of the question since the first time you met seungcheol at the clubs and promptly took him home — or rather, the first time you hooked up with someone who wasn’t him and realised sex isn’t all that when he’s not the one you’re doing it with. 

once it shows up as Delivered to your end, you shut off his phone and discard it somewhere in the sheets. you roll over and nuzzle into his back, nodding off to the soft snores of the man who just spent the last few hours fucking the living daylights out of you. 

until a ding from his phone cuts through your shallow doze. then another. you blink, confused and increasingly panicked at the timing of the notification. 

…didn’t you send the video to yourself??

you didn’t exactly check the name before sending it, but you didn’t have to. it should be you at the top of seungcheol’s contacts. you’re the last person he messaged after all, since he invited you to a trip to pound town and was pretty occupied with that until knocking out in your bed. 

another ding has you fumbling around the blanket for seungcheol’s phone. you hold it to your face, squinting through the light to read the name on his notification screen. 

‘hannie’? 

you don’t waste another moment in punching in his passcode and opening the chat up with a sinking stomach. whoever this illustrious hannie is, she was on the receiving end of your sex tape, not yourself. 

hannie: ?????? hannie: Cheollie?? 

your stomach flips at the nickname. he told you to call him that too. said it was special, just between you two; only lets girls call him that when he… 

you: this is cheol’s girlfriend. who the fuck is this? 

okay, so you may have just blatantly lied. but you’re not above being possessive, let alone petty.

seungcheol’s quite literally the best dick you’ve ever had — even if you’re too emotionally unavailable to slap a label on it that would make him yours alone — so you’re just a little curious about the competition, especially when up until now you weren’t aware there was any.

you quit seeking out anyone else since the dawn of your little agreement with seungcheol, and you just assumed he was doing the same… considering you let him fuck you raw. 

hannie: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ hannie: No offence babes, but if you really think you’ve got Cheollie locked down, you’re delusional~

you’re shaking with adrenaline all over at this point. you actually can’t believe the audacity on this woman. you scroll back up to the sex tape and hold on it until the little options bubble pops up. if she thinks she’s funny, you’re about to start acting fucking hilarious.

you: [forwarded an attachment] you: if that’s your man then why was he eating this pussy? 🤣

hannie: well fuck hannie: I’m hard

in the split second your mind blanks from disbelief, your thumb flies to the call button in the corner of the screen as you slip out of bed. it barely rings once before hannie picks up. 

“god, you’re forward.” she — or rather, he — says in a low, raspy chuckle. 

your jaw actually drops a little. if you weren’t so pissed off you’d probably find…his… voice attractive. 

“you’re a dude?!?” you whisper-yell, padding into the bathroom and locking the door behind you. 

“yes.”

“your name’s hannie.” 

“it’s short for jeonghan.”

“okay jeonghan,” you seethe with as much malice in your tone as you can manage. “who the fuck are you?”

“i think you owe me the answer to that first, sweetheart. considering you came on to me.” 

“fuck off.” you snap, and he whistles lowly in response. you frown. “are you fucking him?” 

“i have been.” you can just hear the smirk in his tone. 

just like in the movies, your back slides down the bathroom wall until you’re sat on the cold tile. this shitshow is just the gift that keeps on giving. not only is your all-time favourite fuck buddy seeing other bitches, but said bitch is a whole ass man, who’s sassier than you are. 

“i didn’t know cheollie swung that way.” you mutter. 

“i didn’t know he swung your way either. guess our boyfriend was playing us both, hm?”

you scoff, offended that he’d even lump you in with him like you’re some sort of team. “he is not my boyfriend. how long have you been seeing him??” 

“since april.” the same as you. fuck. “he’s not mine either. but does it even matter who was taking him up the ass first? we’ve both been led on, sweetheart.” 

“shut up.” you grit. you could’ve gone your entire life without having to hear you were unknowingly sharing a dick with this cocky ass twink. “and for your information, i never took him.” 

“oh wow.” jeonghan sighs, though it sounds too much like a whine. “is this why cheollie’s always so rough with me? because he…hah…cops it from you?” 

you blink, turning your volume to the max and listening to the unmistakable noises coming from the other end: the shuffling of fabric, barely concealing the slick sounds beneath it. 

“are you seriously fucking jerking off?” 

jeonghan huffs, and you can just hear the way he smirks through the phone. “can you blame me? you sent me a video of my man eating a pretty fucking pussy.” 

“oh my god.” you can only say in disbelief. 

the noises come to a halt, as you can imagine jeonghan’s hand did. against your will, your mind conjures up an image of the way he must be gripping himself right now: cock twitching in his fist, begging for any friction, but refusing to move until your voice is at his ear again. 

until you tell him it’s okay. 

he audibly gulps. “…is that too much?” 

you stare at the tiles of the bathroom floor. the room around you goes blurry as you focus on nothing but his shaky puffs of air on the other end.

you don’t know how it’s come to this. but fuck if you’re not gonna channel all this adrenaline somewhere. 

for a moment, the only response from your end is something shuffling. jeonghan only realises what’s happening when you spit, and he smirks since he knows it must be on your own fingers. 

“i didn’t say stop, did i?” you tell him in a whisper, breath hitching when your fingers swirl over your clit. 

jeonghan moans through a laugh, and you throb under your fingers at the noise. 

“oh, i’ll do whatever you want.” he drawls. 

most people would be devastated if they were in your position: realising that the only dick you’ve been letting cum inside of you, was also getting sticked into holes that didn’t belong to you. and you were devastated over the revelation for all of like a few minutes before just… having phone sex with owner of said holes?

after you came on your fingers to the sound of jeonghan doing much the same on his end, then sat in a puddle of your arousal and regret as you caught your breath, jeonghan’s mellow tone was enough to still your scattered thoughts. 

“don’t feel bad, pretty.” he cooed to you, reading the silence exactly for what it was. “he hid us from each other. looks like this was why, huh?” 

in fact, it was. 

you stayed up all night texting jeonghan from your own phone once you slid back into bed like nothing happened. after one hell of a first impression, it surprised you how well you and jeonghan got on as you properly got to know each other. how often you giggled at his jokes, how attracted you were to him in the selfie he sent where you nearly mistook him for a girl again. 

how you pressed your thighs together when his words turned filthier in response to the selfie you sent back.

you were almost disappointed when seungcheol woke you up the following morning by pressing his morning wood against your ass. it was the fact that you couldn’t invite jeonghan over to see if he’s just as good as through the phone, and all you had was this lying, fat cock throbbing bitchass... 

“where’s this coming from?” seungcheol chuckles as you straddle him, pissed off at him and pent up by jeonghan; grinding your clothed heat right down onto his in chase of friction. 

“just you, cheollie.” you smile lopsided at him, mind elsewhere. 

you think back to memory of jeonghan fucking his fist to the sound of your voice, how wrecked and pretty his moans were. thinking back to the nudes he sent you when the conversation steered to just sexting, how his cock was weeping around his fingers and onto his toned stomach. 

as you rode seungcheol, you did so selfishly. you kept your eyes screwed shut as you rocked on him, uncaring for the movement he needs to get off, your thoughts consumed entirely with the guy he’s been seeing behind your back. the guy you fully intend to start seeing behind his back.

you imagine it’s jeonghan’s slender cock fucking right into your g-spot right now instead of cheol’s girthier length. you imagine it’s jeonghan’s soft moans beneath you instead of cheol’s rough grunts. you imagine it’s jeonghan’s lithe fingers coming to rub at your clit instead of cheol’s thick ones. 

you almost called out the wrong name as your orgasm seized you. 

luckily you didn’t, or else seungcheol would’ve refused to leave your place; especially since you were basically pushing him out the door while he was still in post-nut clarity.

after your place was free of one man, you took your pretty ass to the shower, freshened up, and texted the other man your address.

jeonghan fucked you so good and so thoroughly you damn nearly texted seungcheol and thanked him. 

most people in your position would probably be giving you nasty side eye for it. now, you’re only devastated over seungcheol hiding him purely because you’ve been missing out. 

and well, jeonghan fully intends to make up for lost time. 

you were both on the same page about this being your shared little secret from seungcheol, his own personal karma. but you didn’t intend to stop seeing him, no — that’s where half the fun came from.

jeonghan fit into your days so easily as if the spot was there waiting for him. you texted and called him just as much as seungcheol. whenever your man couldn’t come around, you’d be calling your other man right over. 

you started filming sex tapes with seungcheol for the sole purpose of watching them back with jeonghan. you’d reenact them with him as they played in the background: sometimes he’d be seungcheol and press you into the mattress as he fucked you, sometimes you’d be seungcheol and you’d ride him until he was a shaking mess. 

whenever seungcheol preferred one of you over the other for the week — one being told that he was busy and would make it up next week, the other being fucked into oblivion by him — you always made sure no one else was left out. you traded photos of the messy state he’d leave you in, retold the sex in detail over call as the other got off to your voice: jeonghan jerking off to you telling how seungcheol bent you over a desk, you fingering yourself to jeonghan telling how he deepthroated seungcheol. 

you always have jeonghan over after him. never before. seungcheol’d smell his other lover on you in an instant, and god forbid choi seungcheol feel left out. 

some days it feels like you’re just fucking seungcheol so that you can get a round two with jeonghan once he’s gone. and you’d feel bad, if only seungcheol didn’t try to gatekeep jeonghan first — in an effort to protect his own fears of being the one left out, of course. 

how ironic.

“where he goes low,” jeonghan had cooed to you once, rubbing the aches out from your back in the post-sex haze. “we go lower.”

and you’ve been living by that.

as per usual, jeonghan gets to your place so quickly after seungcheol’s left that you’re worried their cars may have passed by each other. 

he can’t help it. jeonghan’s favourite thing ever is tasting his man while he’s fucking his girl. once you texted him that you let seungcheol fuck you raw, he didn’t even reply. rather, you got the life360 notification that he’d left his house to know that he was instantly on his way over after reading that, forgetting to let you know in text. 

and, lucky for you both, seungcheol left behind his hoodie. 

after jeonghan lets himself in, he finds you laying on your bed in nothing but just that — the smell of sweat and sex and seungcheol still heady in the air. 

you smile at your man, spreading your legs and showing where you’re cupping your hand over your pussy to keep your other man’s cum from leaking out. 

“oh, baby, you’re too good to me.” jeonghan praises in a broken voice, mindlessly throwing his keys somewhere across the room as he dives onto the mattress, sights honed in on what you’ve got for him between your legs. 

you cry out when his mouth latches onto your pussy as if by a magnetic pull. your hands tangle in his hair, trying your best to not just rip the strands out — still sensitive from how seungcheol left you. 

you hadn’t even gotten off, in fact. you’d insisted to him that you wanted to be edged, with the promise that next time he could make you cum til you fainted. and well, you still intend to make good on that promise — but it’s also because jeonghan’s greedy ass isn’t satisfied unless he’s pulled at least two orgasms out of you and some days you nearly can’t take it. call it suffering from success. 

now with the treat you’ve left for him between your thighs, you’re sure you’ll be in for him rewarding you with a handful of orgasms. 

he’s so lost in the sauce that he doesn’t even realise he had his eyes shut until he’s missing the sight of your face. you watch his lashes flutter open, his pretty brown eyes flicking up to your face: lips curling in a satisfied smile as he licks a hard stripe from your hole to clit. 

his chin and cheeks glisten with the messy mixture of fluids. he keeps bobbing his head like that, applying pressure with his tongue just to see you tremble above him. he’s so in tune with your body at this point that he cocks a brow as a thought clicks in his head. 

he pouts. “aw, baby. did cheollie not make you cum?” 

he blows air out on your clit experimentally, and his eyes shade over with how you shudder at the barest contact. 

you shake your head. “told him not to. wanted it to be you, hannie.” 

for such a sharp tongue, you render jeonghan speechless for a beat. his grin stretches wider across his soaked face, and he’s looking at you like he could grant you the whole world if you only asked. 

“you can’t be saying shit like that, sweetheart.” he sighs, plunging two lithe fingers into your core and delighting in the way you sob a moan. “if you ever want me to get rid of me..”

“not happening.” you grit out, throwing your head back when he starts to pump his fingers slowly. 

he sucks in a sharp inhale, one of necessity because you’ve got him that breathless. 

“ah. you must really like me.” he curls his fingers until he hits that spongey spot, tutting at how your thighs clamp around his head in kind. “lucky me, ‘cause i am crazy about you.” 

jeonghan reattaches his mouth to your pussy, lips closing around your clit to suck on the bundle of nerves. you’re sure he must feel how you’re throbbing under his tongue and around his fingers. cheol left you teetering off the edge, so you knew you’d be a goner when jeonghan got here so soon afterwards. 

his fingers relentlessly curl inside of you, his mouth switching between kitten licks and suctioning on your clit until you’re shouting out something that might be his name — orgasm completely taking over your body. 

you think you die a little with how hard and fast it slammed into you. jeonghan’s diligent to lick and fuck you through it, so you’re not sure how long it is before you come down, chest fighting to catch breath and throat sore from the exertion. 

you weakly tilt your chin down at jeonghan, who’s leaving gentle pecks on your inner thigh as he waits for you. his eyes catch on yours and he smirks, no doubt plotting something behind that beautiful face. 

jeonghan inches his fingers out, and you wince as his knuckles drag deliberately against your walls. his fingers are completely drenched: his saliva, your cum, and some of seungcheol’s too. 

he licks his lips at the sight but restrains himself, instead bringing his hand to your mouth. 

you don’t waste a second in closing your lips around his fingers, ravenous as the sharp tang lights up your palate. you can recognise each of your separate tastes and you mewl, taking jeonghan’s fingers until they tap the back of your throat. he cusses lowly before he retracts his hand. 

when your gazes meet again, you see your reflection with how wide jeonghan’s pupils were dilated. 

you grab jeonghan by the scruff of his hair and pull him up your body until his face is just short of yours. you tilt it back with a tug, his neck exposed and bobbing with a gulp. 

your face hovers over his and he opens his mouth expectantly, lips stretched in a helpless smile as he presents his tongue. 

you spit straight onto it, watching how his pupils eclipse even more of his irises in pure delight. 

he moans as he swallows the mess of fluids down — the taste of you, cheol and himself sliding down his throat.

you don’t wait another moment before mashing your lips together, kissing him with more tongue and teeth than anything. 

your free hand fumbles for his lap, palming over the prominent bulge in his shorts. you can tell he’s not wearing boxers (they’d be useless) when his length twitches at your touch, the fabric already soaked with precum. 

“fuck,” jeonghan gasps, chuckling into the kiss. “i might cum.” 

he plunges his fingers right back into your pussy, scissoring you open as he feels for cheol’s cum still pooled deep in your core. he doesn’t want to waste a single drop — he fully intends to fuck it right back into you, feeling both his man and his girl’s cum around his cock. just the thought has his moaning again. 

“can you imagine— hah— how fucking mad he’d be?” he rasps out, hips bucking into the delicious friction your palm offers. 

“oh, god—“ you giggle. “how d’you think he’d react?”

“probably break it off with us both, the big jealous baby.” he huffs out a laugh, wincing when your pussy clamps around his fingers. “but it’s alright, sweetheart, i’d be lucky to just have you.” 

the concept is almost inconceivable at this point: only having jeonghan. you’ve gotten so used to having two men to choose from depending on your mood. to being fucked twice in a day by two different cocks. 

you know that sooner or later it’ll come out. you’ve gotten reckless lately: blatantly texting jeonghan in front of cheol, not even pretending to be bummed when he says he can’t come see you. hell, there was one time where you and jeonghan were mysteriously busy — fucking each other to the tune of your phones ringing as cheol took turns calling you both. 

in fact, it’s made it even more exhilarating. knowing you’ve both got this over him, knowing how much he’d hate it and how it’s his own fault. it’s too bad he didn’t lock either of you down while he had the chance — they’d call him king arthur if he was able to seperate you and jeonghan now. 

about to die from the impatience, you tug jeonghan’s sweatpants down enough for his cock to spring free. he hisses when you wrap a tight fist around him, adding a third finger into your pussy in response. 

“ah, ah— gonna need to fuck you like now.” jeonghan says shakily, pulsing violently in the circle of your hand. “i’m close to making a fool of myself.” 

you nod, laying back into your pillows for him.

“you gotta be fucking…” 

the sound of seungcheol’s low voice through the wall has you leaping out of your skin, but jeonghan simply keeps you laid on your back with a hand pressed onto your tummy. 

your door swings open to reveal your other lover, standing in the frame with smoke pouring from his ears. 

jeonghan isn’t the least bit startled. doesn’t halt his fingers either; just draws out the pumps, leaving you trembling as you stare at seungcheol with guilty, teary eyes. 

“ah, cheollie, it’s about time.” jeonghan drawls. 

you stifle a moan when jeonghan curls a single finger to hit your g-spot, just to be mean. “what are you..?” 

“i came to get my hoodie.” seungcheol’s frown deepens as he takes in your naked form under said hoodie, eyes honing in on where your body connects with jeonghan’s fingers. “what the fuck are you doing?!”

“yah, you can’t ask a girl that when you’re the one who broke into her house.” jeonghan says, speeding up his fingers at the other man watching. 

“the door was unlocked.” seungcheol deadpans. 

you shoot a glance at jeonghan, who just shrugs, guilty. (in his rush to get to you, he forgot to lock your front door behind him.)

jeonghan curls his fingers again, and this time you can’t help the moan that leaves you. seungcheol steps into the room, successfully provoked. 

“fucking— just—” he rambles, looking like he’s two seconds from prying jeonghan’s hand out of you. “what the fuck is this?”

jeonghan shrugs with that same shit-eating grin. knowing he won’t get a serious answer out of him, seungcheol addresses you by name. “why—how do you know him?” 

“you tell me.” you snap back, wriggling your hips lower to give jeonghan even better access in spite. “why don’t you introduce us?” 

“wouldn’t that be nice.” jeonghan coos to you. “i think he’s too scared we’ll fuck each other though.” 

“god, you two really are alike, aren’t you..” seungcheol sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“oh, so he has a type.” jeonghan says. “your greed sickens me. but i get it, i’m no better. not since i got a taste of her too.” 

at that, jeonghan pulls his fingers out, only to wrap them around his cock and line himself up with your pussy — eyes never leaving seungcheol. 

your other lover walks further into the room until he stops just short of the foot of the bed. he runs a hand through his hair like you’re both stressing him the fuck out (you are), completely helpless to just witnessing this. 

“wait. jeonghan, don’t.” seungcheol’s usual commanding tone is lost on him, the words instead delivered as a weak plea. 

jeonghan hums, unconvinced as he swirls his tip at your hole. 

“please don’t,” seungcheol's close to begging. it's almost like he’s in a trance as he drops to the floor on his knees, unable to rip his eyes away from jeonghan’s tip nearly breaching into your wet warmth. “jeonghan.”

through half-lidded eyes you glance at seungcheol kneeling before you, his hand creeping towards the very evident tent in his grey sweats. 

“please what?” jeonghan teases, pre leaking all over your pussy. 

seungcheol gulps down the size of a boulder.

“please don’t stop.” 

per his request, he doesn’t. with one snap of his hips jeonghan pushes into you, and all three of you moan as he fills you up. 

you pulse around him once he bottoms out, and jeonghan shudders as the mixture of cum all up in your pussy gushes around his cock. 

“shit, baby. let’s hope i can last in front of cheollie,” jeonghan snickers in a low voice meant just for your ears. he throws a look over his shoulder at your other lover. “if you can hold back on cumming, i’ll let you join.” 

the older man mumbles something under his breath (can’t be anything nice), but he listens anyways — gripping both of his thighs while trying to ignore the painful pulsing between them. if he touches himself at all while watching you both, he’s going to fail. 

he resolves to biting his tongue as jeonghan starts to fuck you properly, in hopes he might draw blood to distract from how his boner’s screaming at him for some god damn relief. 

the room sounds like a literal porn set: wet slapping and squelching, neither you and jeonghan holding back on your moans with full intents of pissing seungcheol off. 

you could almost forget he’s even there when jeonghan starts slamming into you, your body shuffling up the bed from the force. he cants your hips up so he can angle his thrusts just right into your g-spot, and you all but sob when a thumb comes to circle your clit. 

“just one more f’me,” jeonghan pants out, and almost like on command your pussy starts spasming around him. “yeah, that’s it, that’s my good baby.” 

seungcheol’s cock is so stiff he think he might just die. where your orgasm ends, jeonghan’s starts — but he doesn’t stop rubbing at your clit, pushing you into overstimulation just because he wants to feel you completely wring him dry. 

both of your moans as jeonghan shoots his load inside of you is the sexiest and most torturous sound seungcheol’s ever heard. he’s almost bitten his tongue in half by the time jeonghan’s pulling out, quick to cup his hand over your pussy to make sure nothing seeps out. 

jeonghan gives seungheol a once over to ensure there’s no cum stain on his sweats before cocking his head in your direction, beckoning the other man over. “want a taste?” 

seungcheol’s on his feet and at the bed within seconds. he doesn’t waste another moment in latching his mouth to your pussy, the mess of mixed cum gushing onto his tongue. your back’s arching from the sensitivity, but it’s futile trying to writhe away from seungcheol when he’s eating you out like a man on the brink of starvation.

jeonghan keeps your legs open with one hand pressing your thigh to the bed, the other hand planted in seungcheol’s hair — praising and directing him as he holds his head down. your head is spinning from the overstimulation. the promise you made to cheol be damned, you think you’re going to faint now if he pulls another orgasm out of you. 

jeonghan must see it: the glazed, faraway look in your eyes, how you’ve gone almost dumb with the pleasure. 

high off the surge in pride, he takes his hand from your thigh and kneads seungcheol’s ass. it’s all the warning he gets before a thumb prods at his hole. 

seungcheol’s response is muffled when jeonghan shoves his face even further into your pussy. he doesn’t push in, just circles the rim with enough pressure to make cheol shiver. 

jeonghan’s other hand then reaches down into seungcheol’s sweats and grips his weeping cook. as out of it as you are, your hand replaces his to tug at seungcheol’s hair — keeping him in place as you hump at his mouth, basically riding his face to reach one last orgasm. 

jeonghan has no mercy as he jerks seungcheol off: fist closed so tight to the point it must be painful, moving so fast he can’t feel his arm. 

your nth orgasm hits first: ripping through your body and soaking seungcheol’s face, the taste of all of your cum coating his tongue. a mere few strokes later and seungcheol’s orgasms follows with a pitiful sob into your pussy. 

he shoots ropes across your sheets before collapsing into them, head lolled across your bare thigh. 

jeonghan pats his ass with a satisfied hum. “well damn. if you wanted to cuck, cheollie, you could’ve just asked.” 

he rolls his eyes. “fuck doing that again. you know i hate being left out.” 

“doesn’t feel good, does it?” you remind him, fingers threading through his sweaty hair. 

seungcheol grumbles. “so you found out about each other and now you fuck, is that right?” you both nod at him, and he sulks. “this is exactly why i didn’t say anything!” 

jeonghan tuts. “you better get used to sharing, cheollie.”

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› disclaimer: minors dni this post is intended for 18+ readers. please have your age stated in your description and try not to look like a bot please 🙂 › author's note: hey! hello! hi! this is the second part of my hannieweenfest/kinktober! this has been really fun so far! this is super self-indulgent — like i didn't even plan for this to reach these many words. so, i hope you like this! buckle up (●'◡'●) › author's note: big thanks to booki @kwanisms for helping me come up with seungcheol's nickname 🙂‍↕️ › another author's note: some bits of this are rushed and i apologize. tumblr is a bitch that did not let me expand on my ideas as i wanted to 😭 it's not thoroughly proofread but pls enjoy

› one, double-crossed

THE WALK FROM YOUR APARTMENT TO THE WORKSHOP WAS THIRTY MINUTES. You hugged yourself tightly as you hastily walked on the sidewalk, shooting a glance both ways before crossing the street, high-heels clacking at your wake.

Aside from the few incoming cars and the trucks that stopped by every corner to collect waste, the night was quiet. If you kept your pace, no one would see you. If no one saw you, no one would care that you were gone for the night.

You kept on the sidewalk, going under a bridge, the echoes from the upcoming cars rattling your head. Dull, pale streetlights blinded your vision as you tilted your head skyward, trying not to miss your step. God, what am I doing? But before you could try and justify this, you quickened your pace.

Reflecting was not going to work. It never does with these guys.

You recognized Kim Mingyu by the dark matte helmet he was taking off. His fingers unclicked the strap beneath his chin, placing his hands at the sides of the helmet to pull his head out. He let out a relieved sigh, mouth falling open as he ruffled his long dark hair.

His gaze found you at the clacking of your quick footsteps on the concrete. “What are you doing here?”

“You could at least say hi first,” you snapped, stopping before his Kawasaki Ninja. A black powerful bike, sleek, elegant, and faster than a race car.  

He was known for the loud revving that swept through the streets at night. You knew him, however, as one of the gang’s most trusted members. Quick-witted. The muscle of the group.

“What I’m going to say to you is goodbye,” he hissed, darting his gaze around, making sure you were indeed alone. “You can’t be here.”

“I need to go inside. Do you know what will happen if someone sees me here?” you retorted, leaning closer to the bike to no use. The man was so tall you had to keep your chin up to look at him in the eyes.

“Yeah, I fucking do,” he whispered sharply. He snapped his head to his side, motioning to the other way. “Now, go home. You’ll find nothing here.”

You huffed loudly at him, rolling your eyes. “All of you are so useless.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Mingyu said through his teeth, making it hard for you to listen. You were already turning away, walking down the side of a building.

A row of motorbikes were parked outside the workshop, making it seem like the place was packed inside. But as you passed by, the shutter doors were rolled up so you could get a quick glimpse inside. Vernon, the guy that gathered intel on the streets to communicate for the gang, sat alone on a rusty old couch, sipping on a can of pop.

The man arched an eyebrow at you, but remained quiet, his eyes following you as you passed the entrance and turned to the back of the building, where you heard the real workshop was.

As soon as you pushed the door open, you knew that you should have not walked in there. All your confidence, all your determination to get this done, dissipated in a second. The room was dark, smelling like grease and something else that made your nose itch. 

Jeon Wonwoo stood up abruptly the instant he saw you come in, the loud noise of his chair falling making you jolt. “Get out of here,” he snapped.

“Where is he?” you asked, keeping your tone as flat as possible.

Wonwoo was someone who made you nervous naturally, being the one that was known to be the gang leader’s second in command. The one that aside from being a drug-runner, moonlighted as the gang’s spy. 

“Get the fuck out,” he muttered, taking two big steps your way, grabbing you by the shoulders, and pushing you to the door.

You tried to slap his hands off you, “No, tell me where Seungcheol is.”  

At the sound of his boss’s name, he retreated willfully. “In the back,” he replied, bewildered. “Why are you looking for him?”

“I need to talk to him,” you muttered, your voice breaking a bit. “My sister has gone missing, and I think he knows where she might be.” You read his gaze, just as he was reading yours. “Didn’t you know she’s missing?”

“What the fuck,” Wonwoo said under his breath. And in his confusion, he made a mistake.

Jeon Wonwoo, the guy you knew to be sagacious, flashed a look at one of the doors to his left. And that is where you turned your next step towards.

“No, wait,” he muttered. “Fuck!” he exclaimed quietly as you turned the doorknob and pushed through. 

It was a storage room. One wall was covered with industrial racks holding duffel bags. There was a table. You were not sure what you had thought you would find as you took in your surroundings. But you found the smell that was caused your nose to itch.

There were two men in the room. One was sitting far back to where you stood. He had short black hair, a fringe that sit parted on his forehead. The other, closer to the entrance, had pale blond hair, long enough that the front strands reached his cheekbones. 

This was Choi Seungcheol.

Seungcheol arched one eyebrow at you in the doorway. “Can I help you?” he spoke slowly, motioning a hand at Wonwoo who was standing closely.

The man exited the room, closing the door behind him.

“Y-yeah,” you croaked, finding your voice. “I want to talk to you,” you sent a meaningful look at a man sitting across from Seungcheol, implying you needed to talk alone.

Yoon Jeonghan sat on the other chair. He rested his elbow on the table and his chin in the palm of his hand. His brown eyes were expressionless, but you knew he was known to be like that. The book-keeper to the notorious boss Choi Seungcheol, his best friend and confidant.

“What about?” now he was raising both eyebrows, not noticing your unspoken message.

“Ki-ki…” you stuttered, looking between them nervously.

“Eh?” Seungcheol made a face of annoyance. “Why are you here?” he asked with a heavy tone. “You know you can’t just walk in here, you know that, right?”

Seungcheol placed the dismantled gun on the table, throwing the dirty rag on its side with a frustrated sigh.

Oh, you were well aware that you could not just walk into Seungcheol’s workshop and expect to come out scatheless. Or to come out of there at all. Choi Seungcheol was unnerving, intimidating. He had a reputation of being ruthless and calculated, once wiping out a whole gang in a single night, earning the nickname The Shadow of Daegu.

Part of his reputation also stemmed from the fact that not a single gunshot was fired. He handled everything with his hands.

“You’re so damn clueless,” Seungcheol hissed, reclining back on his chair. “Look, kid,” he quirked up a thick eyebrow. “I don’t know what you’re doing, but you’re not going to find anything in here.”

“I… I…” you searched for words, you had a whole thing rehearsed. But once standing upon The Choi Seungcheol, stupefaction swallowed you whole.

“Go,” the blond-haired man sneered, crossing his big arms over his chest. “And don’t come back.”

“I need to know where my sister is. Kiki’s been radio-silent for three days,” you blurted, your voice airy as if you had just used all of the air in your lungs to get those words out.

“And you presume I know where she is?” Seungcheol paused, linking his fingers together and placing his hands on his middle.

You made a motion to step closer but stopped short when the man bristled. The other man did not move, he did not speak, and you were sure, he had not even blinked. “No, but Hyunjun does.”

Seungcheol sent his gaze around the room as if looking for his fucks to give, shrugging. “You’re failing to make a point.”

“I think Hyunjun suspects I want to leave him,” you said through a ragged breath, it was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe. You knew you were on the brink of falling into a panic attack. “And he won’t tell me where Kiki is. I believe he’s holding her hostage, so I won’t break our engagement.”

“Ever heard of a lawyer? Some common people could handle that for you,” Seungcheol arched one eyebrow.

“You of all people know that won’t fucking happen,” you spat, crossing your arms to show some assertiveness, but deep down you were doing it to hold yourself together. “I do that, and he kills her. I won’t even get close to finding someone who even wants to go against him.”

“Again, the point,” Seungcheol punctuated, lowering his face but keeping his heavy gaze piercing your face.

“I want you to kill him.”

Seungcheol did not pause, scoffing right away. “One, you have balls to come here,” he sneered, lip curling slightly over his perfect set of teeth. “Two, who the fuck do you think you are to boss me around? And three, I don’t know how you found this place, but I do want to see you getting the fuck out of here before things turn drastic.”

You were used to receiving threats, almost daily, but being so worn out over Kiki’s disappearance had made you more irrational than you would have liked to be in a place like this.

“Please,” your voice brimmed with sorrow to the point that your limbs had started to tremble. “I’ll do anything.”

“Why don’t you kill him yourself?” Seungcheol drawled. “Why should I get my hands dirty?”

This is not going according to plan. Between the buzzing in your ears and your pounding heart, you knew something was extremely wrong. This is supposed to be Hyunjun’s rival, the only person in the whole city who would want him dead.

Seungcheol sat up straight, the foldable chair creaking underneath his weight. “Now go, before I have you removed,” he shooed at you with his hand, grabbing his gun and the rag to continue cleaning it.

You stood there, hopeless, helpless.

One thing that bothered you was, Yoon Jeonghan stared at you the whole time. Even as your tears started to roll down your cheeks, he stayed cold, expressionless. You were sure you had not seen him blink even once. It was as if he might miss out on some important detail. But you were the only thing to look at, nothing interesting.

You were crying, sobs broke from within you, flooding the room. You were sure you looked lost, like a kid that just lost a parent in the open street.

“Wonwoo,” Seungcheol called, eyes set on his work.

“Yes?” Wonwoo opened the door, and something told you he had been standing behind it the whole time.

“Show her out,” Seungcheol pointed at you with the tip of his nose, while his hands worked on putting his gun together. “And check that no one followed her here.”

“Yes, boss,” Wonwoo said, his hand grabbing you by the elbow. “Let’s go.”

“No, wait!” you cried out, face tearstained. You grabbed at the door frame, holding on for dear life as the man switched his grip from your arm to your waist, dragging you out of the room. “Please!”

“Fucking hell–,” Wonwoo grunted, managing to lift you by the waist, letting you go once you were out of the workshop. “I fucking warned you.”

“Let go, let go, let go,” you banged your hands on his hard chest, just as his hands released their tight grip on your waist with little to no care. As if he were disposing of something grimy and nasty.

“Go home,” he said, looking back to make sure no one else was listening. “Why the fuck did it occur to you this was a good place to seek help?”

“You won’t understand,” you plastered your palms against your cheeks, wiping your tears. “No one will.”

“Go home,” he reiterated. “And watch your back.”

You knew he did not mean to watch your back from him or any of Seungcheol’s people. You raised your teary eyes to find his cold stare. “He will kill her,” you declared with a sorrowful tone. “And it’s all my fault.”

“You knew what you were getting her into when you got engaged to someone like Hyunjun,” he murmured, and even if his statement was dull, there was some pity shining in his eyes. “Go.”

You turned on your heel on the wet pavement, walking away from the workshop. Wonwoo’s words resonated in your brain with each step you made, turning the corner and then into a deserted alley, deciding to wait.

There was nowhere to go now. You could not go back after crossing enemy territory. Even if Hyunjun did not know where you were, he would wonder why you even left the apartment.

If he started suspecting your plans were afoot, you were for sure a dead woman.

Wonwoo was wrong. You did not know what you were getting yourself into when you got engaged two years ago to that monster. You knew what he dedicated his time to, of course. But you did not know how insane he was when he proposed to you, and you said yes.

Even then, you did not have a choice.

› two, damned if you do

This part of the city was usually safe, and quiet. You wondered if Seungcheol and his gang made it so that no one would suspect that this was where his headquarters were. The workshop was found between a butchery and a flower shop, so it made sense for the place to be in this section of the neighborhood. It was the least place they would find suspicious.  

It was a Monday night. The only people strolling by the streets were people going back home from work, not noticing you hiding in an alley. Even if they did, no one would care.

You banged the back of your head on the wall repeatedly, trying to come up with a plan. “Think, think,” you whispered into the midnight air. It was fresh with light rain, droplets of water falling on your head.

The loud roaring of engines announced them before you even saw them pass by. One by one you counted, one, two, and another two motorbikes running down the street, turning left and, you assumed, into the heart of the city. A big black SUV rolled on closely behind them, making your heart drop, that was Choi Seungcheol’s van.

You tried to become one with the wall behind you, pressing yourself into it. You shut your eyes tightly as the sound of wheels rolling on the sidewalk came closer. Vernon skillfully skateboarded down the street. Even if the pavement was wet, the man did not slow down or go on foot.

The moment he disappeared from your view, was when the second part of your plan started rolling. Granted, it felt more like you were improvising, but you needed to do something.

So you went back, hating every second as you rushed to the workshop again, going to the back of the old building. With Vernon, Mingyu and Wonwoo being gone, you had a chance to open the door freely, finding a place to hide.

The first part of the workshop was just that, a simple space for mechanical repairs. There were two doors, one where you had your conversation with Seungcheol, the other you assumed was a washroom.

So you went back outside, shivering from both the cold creeping up to your bones and the rush from being practically in the belly of the beast. You found a large trash container, auto parts dumped on top of the lid.

You treaded quietly around it, crouching down next to it. You thanked the midnight rain that washed away any smells from your new hiding place, also thanking whoever decided to throw away such large amounts of garbage to use them as cover.

The door to the workshop was pushed open, making your limbs go rigid and you sucked in a breath.

A lighter rasped a few times, the sound of flames burning paper caught your attention. Yoon Jeonghan drew in a large intake from his cigarette, his eyes narrowing as he swallowed the smoke, then quickly blew it out of his mouth.

If you can’t see him, he can’t see you. You tried to convince yourself, knowing damn well that it was a lie. You stayed stiff, holding your breath as the man paced on the pavement, smoking his cigarette, cursing under his puff of smoke when it started raining harder.

The rain pattered on the lid of the trash container, and the auto parts surrounding it. But it also made a soft sound as each heavy drop landed on your jacket. The sound was not enough for Jeonghan to notice, but it did add to your nerves.

The man paused once, and you got ready to make a run for it. But as he kept strolling down the alley, you relaxed.

Yoon Jeonghan was just a bookkeeper. That was how you knew him, as the guy who kept a record of all the shipments arriving on the bay, the ongoing train cargo, and so on. It made sense for the accountant to stay behind, while Mingyu and Wonwoo went on their operations and Vernon to make his plug shit.

But Seungcheol? Would he go too?

“What’s the problem?”

Jeonghan’s voice broke through the sound of the rain, making you gasp, hand flying to cover your mouth. The man paced back and forth, humming pensively as he lifted the cigarette to his mouth once again.

“Wasn’t he on our payroll?” he asked with a quiet, but dangerous tone. “I know he’s on our payroll, but did you remind him of that?”

Some things have started to fall into place. You stopped covering your mouth placing both hands on the side of the container for support, leaning forward to see him walking in circles.

“No, no. Leave him be. I don’t want to do anything at the moment, I just want to know where the fucking ship is with my cargo,” he gritted at the phone, his thumb and ringer finger pinching the bridge of his nose, cigarette still safe between his middle and pointer. “I don’t fucking care, Seungcheol. I’ll burn this city down to find that fucking rat if that’s what it takes.”

He took one last drag of his cigarette, rolling his eyes to the sky as he nodded his head to each of the muffled words spoken by Seungcheol on the other side of the call.

“Yes, mmn. Mmn. Right, you do that. See you here. Bye.” He slid his phone into the pocket of his black denim jeans, sighing out his frustration.

You carefully and ever so slowly pressed back against the wall again, processing what you had heard, knowing why you were confused when you saw Seungcheol leaving the workshop along with the two drug runners. 

“The fuck are you doing out here?”

Your heart jumped to your throat, but you did not dare move.

You heard his footsteps crushing the gravel on the pavement as he approached you, the soles of his boots matching each pounding of your heart as he stood before you.

Jeonghan tilted his head back a little, eyes narrowly searching your face as you gaped at him. “I’m talking to you,” he arched one eyebrow.

“I… I’m not hiding,” idiot.

“You’re either on a suicide mission or got nowhere to go,” he said pointedly. When you gave him no answer, he hummed in amusement. “Or both,” he decided, nodding his head, and discarding his cigarette in a puddle of rain. “Come, you’ll catch a cold out here.”

He turned away from where you crouched, the heavy clanking of the door being pulled open startled you even more.

Fear settled deep down in the pit of your belly, twisting your guts. Being in this world meant that you were in constant danger. You have learned to tune in to your instincts, but when your instincts are telling you to run away all the time, it gets harder to pay attention.

“Unless you want to stay there, which Seungcheol won’t like,” he shrugged, motioning you inside.

You rose to your feet, which tingled once you put them to use, each step you took towards the man bringing your senses to a full nerve-rack.

Jeonghan closed the door once you were inside. “Sit,” he offered, pointing to a rusty foldable chair. “I’d offer you water, but I don’t trust the pipes in this retched place.”

“It’s okay,” you croaked, feeling weirder every second you were in the same room as him.

“You were planning on hiding out to… what end, exactly?”

“I already told Seungcheol,” you shrugged, deciding to sit down on the chair in the middle of the workshop. “I won’t be saying anything else until he comes back.”

“Mmn,” he hummed in understanding. “What makes you think he’ll cooperate this time.”

“I don’t know,” you said, playing coy, but you were telling the truth when you added, “I’m improvising at this point.”

Your gaze stopped at the drain in the corner of the space, a hose mounted on the wall. A thought crossed your mind: have people been tortured here?

Jeonghan was acting odd. Another thing you have learned living in this world is: be aware of the men who pose to be meek and quiet. You would know that even if you had not been raised in this dark life. 

He was being strangely amicable. And that fired up every single alarm in your head.

The man was clad in dark clothes. Tight denim jeans, chelsea boots, and a leather bomber jacket. His dark and short hair tussled carelessly, and was wet from standing under the rain.

Jeonghan sent one look at you, dropping his act when he made note of your scrutiny. He sighed once again, but this was resignation. Pulling his hands from his pockets, he walked closer to where you sat.

“The clever one is the one who plays the fool,” Jeonghan said, kneeling so he could level with you. “And you… you’re no fool, are ya?”

What? The only thing that came out of your mouth was the shaky sound of the breath you took.

Yoon Jeonghan pinched your chin with two fingers. Like a hunter who just found its prey cute. “It’s easy to mask your cleverness with that pretty face,” he commented while standing back, his hands sinking into the pockets of his black trousers. “Everyone thinks that being pretty makes you dumb. But these guys are ugly and dumb for not making sure you had gone away.”

“What?” you blurted, your voice merely a whisper. Beneath your confusion, a thought forced you to continue playing the innocent. “I… I’m—I just want to talk…”

“You want to talk to Seungcheol?” he asked, tilting his head to one side, standing in front of you so close you could see the drops of water on his jacket.

As if the man had heard his name, Seungcheol entered the workshop, wearing a frown on his face. “What’s the meaning of this?”

“We need to start thinking about what to do with friendly intruders,” Jeonghan tutted, smirking at your reaction. “What?”

“Don’t call me that,” you muttered, standing up from the rusty chair and smoothing out your clothes with a huff. “I don’t like being patronized.”

Seungcheol’s eyes widened in shock. And much to your surprise, you saw fear in his eyes. “How long has she been in here?”

“What did you hear, sweetheart? When you were outside,” Jeonghan asked, and for a moment, you thought that maybe your earlier suspicions were wrong.

“I heard nothing.”

The answer just flew past their ears. Both men remained impassive, waiting for you to give them the real answer.

“I heard everything,” you sighed. 

“Your sister is dead. It’s easier to give her up for dead and move on,” Seungcheol spoke out, a stern look on his face. Though the statement was heavy, you knew it was not true.

Mingyu and Wonwoo entered the workshop. As soon as they saw your face, they exchanged a look.

“What?! No, it isn’t,” you blurted, face scrunching in annoyance. “And I know she isn’t dead. If she were, Hyunjun would have displayed her dead body in front of me in some way. Holding Kiki as hostage gives him use over me. That is why I want him dead.”

“Seriously?” Mingyu sighed, shaking his head, and dropping on a seat in the corner of the room.

Wonwoo decided to do the same, though his movements were measured as he sat beside him. “What a nice fiancé you got there.”

Three men looked confused. As the seconds went by, the theory solidified in your mind. Yoon Jeonghan remained expressionless, hands deep in his pockets, his gaze never deterring away from you, again.

“Leverage over you,” Seungcheol repeated with a flat tone again.

You realized it was not a question, but you nodded anyway. “There is a reason why I haven’t gotten married to him yet. He wants to have my name. My dad’s name. I won’t allow it.”

“That fucking lunatic,” Seungcheol said under his breath, running his fingers through his long blond hair. “I swear I’ll fucking kill him.”

“So you’ll do it? You’ll kill him?” you crossed your arms, darting a look at the only man in the room who did not seem confused one bit.

Jeonghan finally moved, opening his mouth to let out a raspy sigh. “Okay, so what is your plan?” he crossed his arms, shrugging when you did not give him an answer right away. “You must have planned something when you came in here thinking Seungcheol would help. You have something to offer.”

Seungcheol cast a curious look at Jeonghan, arching one eyebrow but when he did not dare to bite back at Jeonghan’s offhanded comment, you knew you were right all along. 

“You’re the leader,” you muttered in amazement.

Jeonghan pursed his lower lip, bobbing his head once. “Which leads me to think that not even Hyunjun’s aware of this. But that doesn’t surprise me, either he’s too stupid to realize, or he doesn’t have that kind of pillow talk with you.”

You bristled. In this world, you were used to coming across all kinds of people, none of them had manners, or even one ounce of tact when speaking to women. Or to people in general.

But the truth was, you did not have any kind of pillow talk with your fiancé. He would much rather spend his nights in the bed of other women than share the same space as you. It had been a while since he did so much as kiss you on the cheek.

However, you were nosy. And you built your case before you could make a run for it and come to the workshop.

Seeing your reaction, Jeonghan smirked. “So, both?” he approached you with a steady step. “Well then, are you going to tell me that little plan of yours?”

“You mentioned a problem with your shipments in the bay,” you said promptly, even while your whole body shook with unbearable anxiety, you pushed yourself to blurt the next words. “I know why.”

Jeonghan bore into you with his dark gaze, his lips parted, and you knew that his interest had locked in on you. “I’m listening.”

“I need your part of the deal,” you said. Being inches closer to his face, you could spot the mole on his cheek. “I won’t say unless you give me your word that you’ll get rid of him.”

“Get rid of him or kill him?”

“Semantics,” you rolled your eyes.

“No, no,” he had lowered his tone too, and with his voice, it seemed like he was cooing at you: “I could lock him in a warehouse for the rest of his life or I could throw him into the deepest ocean with his hands tied behind his back. Those two are not the same. Your choice.”

“Kill him,” you uttered at once.

“And you’ll tell me every little thing you know.” His dark gaze shone, even in the badly lit room. You saw the fascination burning in his eyes.

“To the last bit,” you promised.

And that was the moment when you knew. Yoon Jeonghan was crazy. Even if the thought had crossed your head some seconds before, this was what solidified it. If he was as cunning as he gave you the impression, then he knew you were just as crazy too.

“Deal.”

› three, damned if you don’t

That same night you struck your deal with Yoon Jeonghan, he started to work with the information you gave him. Though you knew how to play your cards, and did not give him everything you knew at once. You needed to keep yourself safe until you knew Kiki was safe, and far away from this shitty life.

“You’re going to go back home,” Jeonghan instructed, leaning back on the chair, and crossing his arms over his chest.

Your eyes widened in fear, even sitting across from him, he was unnerving for so many reasons. “Bu-but I can’t go back there—,”

He raised one hand to stop your protest. “You need to fool him. Make him think that everything is under his control still,” he raised his gaze to find Seungcheol standing by the doorway, hands clasped tightly on his back. “Have someone drop her by her apartment, do this quietly.”

“Are you seriously trusting her?” Seungcheol cocked one perfectly thick eyebrow.

“Do I have another option?” Jeonghan retorted, blinking slowly at the man. “So far, your boys haven’t come up with useful intel. We hadn’t got a single scrap of intel until she showed up at our door. If you have any suggestions, make them right now.”

“We should not let her go, then,” Seungcheol debated.

“It’s the third time you speak as if I weren’t in the room,” you intervened.

Then you saw something you were not expecting. Yoon Jeonghan smirked. The corners of his lips raised slightly, but you caught the sight. And the effect it had on you was like eating candy for the first time. It was exciting, like a rush of fresh oxygen to the brain.

“You will have to come back to me. Back and forth, from your home to here,” Jeonghan murmured, driving his gaze from Seungcheol to your eyes. “Indefinitely.”

“What, are you going to keep me here?” you asked, sending a short glance around the place.

“So you’re not upset you have to stay with us but upset about being in the workshop?” Jeonghan arched one eyebrow bemusedly.

“Well, I’d rather be literally anywhere else than with that animal,” you huffed, trying not to roll your eyes. “Yes, this place is horrible. It smells.”

“You’re going to take the most important stuff and hide it,” Jeonghan added, ignoring your comments. “Now, I don’t want you to be obvious. Just grab your passport and I don’t know, your phone charger, put them somewhere within reach in case you need to run.”

“Not even clothes?”

“You can buy that shit, don’t be ridiculous,” he grimaced.

“How will I buy that shit?” you bit back, leaning over the table. “I don’t have any money, he took everything from me.”

This is how you knew these people to be. Cold-blooded, cunning, calculated. You always believed that the head of the clan was Choi Seungcheol because of his way of handling things. He had a reputation, and his gang did too, naturally. You knew his gang from climbing quickly to be the rival to your dad’s.

And you were known as the fiancé to your dad’s second in command. Not as his daughter. You were a prized possession. A trophy soon-to-be-wife.

“But not your name,” Jeonghan remembered keenly. “You said that. Why?”

You bit back your tongue, sighing through your nose before mustering up the courage to give in a little bit more. “Because that way he will have access to everything my father left me,” you blurted out. “He wouldn’t have shit without my father. And he won’t have shit without me.”

“Your father?”

“Hyunjun doesn’t have an empire, he doesn’t have shit. Everything he has, it’s thanks to that old man,” now it was your turn to cross your arms, deciding not to give any more.

“Mmph,” Jeonghan smirked. “So you’re the iron fist’s kid? I never knew he had kids.”

“Of course you didn’t,” you scoffed. “My dad’s a psycho but he kept me safe. His mistake was letting Hyunjun into our lives.”

“Your dad’s dead? This is news to me,” Seungcheol tilted his head, now totally captured by the information he was getting.

Your chest burned, you knew you were crossing a line you would not be able to come back from. “Close to,” you whispered. “Hyunjun is filling in for him.”

“But you’re his heiress,” Jeonghan pieced together. “What about your sister?”

“Kiki’s not my sister,” you confessed, blinking the hot tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “She’s the only friend I have. The only friend I’ve ever had.”

“You would go to these lengths for someone who isn’t blood-related,” Jeonghan uttered.

You did not even bother to elaborate. Jeonghan did not need an answer, he was not even posing a question.

Jeonghan turned his head to the man standing behind him. “Get to work,” he told Seungcheol.

“I’ll bring the car around,” Seungcheol told you, motioning to the door to get you back home. He exited the room, leaving you with Jeonghan.

You stood up, and he followed waiting for you before the door as you approached it. “How do I know I can trust you?” you asked him.

“I want him dead as much as you do, sweetheart,” he whispered, the ghost of a smile showing on his lips. “But if it gives you more peace, then I’ll offer you this, you’ll be with me every step of the way. No secrets, you’ll be informed of everything.”

His words left you stunned for a long moment. Jeonghan had proven to be as secretive as your father, even competing at that.  And not only that, but you were also never included in Hyunjun’s plans, he never talked to you about anything that was going on in his life. You knew your reaction was visible because the smirk on his face grew more defined.

“Now, I’ll return the question to you. How do I know I can trust you?” his voice was quiet and velvety. But you knew men like him, you knew that he was planning more than he was letting it show.

“I’m being honest,” you shrugged, feeling like there was nothing more to your answer that you could give him.

“Honest won’t make you smart, sweetheart,” he drawled, his gaze dancing on the features of your face, setting every nerve ending in your body on fire.

“That’s all I have left, Jeonghan,” you whispered. 

“Fine, then I’m content with that,” he said. “Now go, I don’t want our plans ruined before we could even put them to work.”

Efficient. You walked out of the room with nothing more to say. Jeonghan stood in the doorway watching you go. In so little time, he showed you he was someone you could trust. You liked that. 

Plans take time. Soon, you would say goodbye to the last rains of September and welcome the snows of December. You learned that time forgives nothing, and waits for no one.

Hyunjun leaned back on his armchair, one elbow on the arm, reclining one of the temples of his head on his finger as he looked at the screen of his phone.

You used to think Hyunjun was attractive. He had a long, straight nose, full lips, dark hair, and a cold stare. Nothing in his face nor demeanor had softness. He was never sweet to you, nor kind.

And he had not looked at you for the entirety of the lunch, and you did not want him to.

“Any news from Kiki?” you asked, breaking the silence that was nearly choking you out.

Your fiancé dragged his gaze from his phone to where you sat, at the other end of the table, meters away from him. Your food was untouched.

“She’s having a nice stay in Greece,” he let you know in a stilted tone. “Last I phoned she could speak some sentences. I’m pretty sure she knows more now.”

I hate you. You had to play a fool every time you were around him, making him believe that you did not know why you could not talk to Kiki. You did not let it show that you knew of his rivals, of his deals with the cops and every single judge of the city.

He thought you were happily content at his side. Happy and deluded about his love affairs, the trail of bodies dropping around him.

“Will I be able to speak to her?” you rasped, clearing your throat, you raised the glass of orange juice to your lips.

“If you remain silent I’ll think about it,” he said with an annoyed tone, staring back at you.

“I’d like to talk to her,” you gritted with a forced sugary tone, masking your hate with another gulp of orange juice.

“Don’t you trust me, love?” he discarded his phone on the table, stretching his arms in a snappy manner to adjust the sleeves of his dress shirt.

Hyunjun was about to leave on a business trip to somewhere overseas. All you had to do to get this information was hack his phone. You had become so stealthy that he did not even know that you already knew every single one of his passcodes. You had even memorized his passport number.

“Of course,” you whispered. “I just miss her dearly. It’s her birthday soon.”

“You could talk to her on her birthday,” he gave you a stern look. “If you remain quiet.”

It was not her birthday soon. But your stupid fiancé did not know that. Though you kept your mouth shut, resorting to toying with the food on your plate until he rose to his feet and left to the master bedroom of the nice penthouse you shared as a couple.

“Tsk,” you spat.

Your phone buzzed in your lap, and you moved your gaze from your food to the screen, discreetly reading the text message you got.

[unsaved number] Yongsan station. 1 hour.

The reaction you got from your body was nearly involuntary. Your tummy twisted, your heart stammering rapidly in your chest.

Hyunjun came back to the dining room, collecting his phone where he left it. “I’ll be going now,” he said flatly, fixing the buttons of his collar.

“Want me to come with?” you muttered, faking a meek look at him.

“No,” he said. “I’ll be busy, it’s no holiday trip… we’ll have time for that, when we get married.”

You kept your gaze fixated on him. “I’ll wait for you, then,” you said. As if you could go anywhere.

If he registered what you said, he made no comment about it. You watched as Hyunjun stood beside you, leaning over to grab your face with his hand, forcing a hard kiss on your lips. Then he grabbed his jacket and the travel suitcase he had readied before the door and left.

You sat frozen for a bit, hand on your palpitating chest as you processed what had just happened. He’s your fiancé for fuck’s sake. Why did a kiss rattle you so much? It’s not like it was the first time he kissed you. But it certainly felt wrong; not only because you did not want to be kissed by him but because you ached to be kissed. Just not by him.

Some moments passed before stood up abruptly, chair squeaking on the faux marble floor as you ran to lock the front door, rushing to the window that gave you the view to the gate of the apartment building and waiting.

It was not until you saw his black BMW leaving that you carried on changing your clothes, starting by removing your silk robes and undoing the hairpin tying your hair together. You chose a warm sweater, jeans, and boots, completing your outfit with a jacket for the snow. You had long forgotten to look nice, you were only thinking of being efficient.

In the months you had been constructing your ploy, you had also crafted a routine for cases like this. You cleaned the table, did the dishes, and tidied your room. But you made it a rule to leave a mug with tea on your bedside table, a lip-stained napkin sitting beside it. On top of that, you also made sure to toss a blanket on the side of the bed.

You kept a copy of your apartment door in your pocket, leaving your original key on the kitchen counter.

And lastly, you would take your engagement ring, sliding it onto your finger, itching to get it off immediately.

You opened an umbrella as soon as you got out of the building, taking the fastest route to Yongsan station, which was less than a ten-minute walk. But you liked to be early.

You snuck some glances over your shoulders every so often, trying to keep your heart rate steady as you quickened your footing. Even as the snow fell on the city, the station was packed with people, though it was no surprise to you, given it was a rush hour.

But it being crowded provided some sense of security for you. You took the stairs up to one of the bridges near by, deciding to stay there to keep watch for a sign, a messenger, or a familiar face. You were dying for it to be the latter.

[unsaved number] car, four o clock

You desperately looked around, rushing down the stairs with little care to watch your step. You almost slipped your foot on one step, but got to the sidewalk safely, opening the door to a black sedan with its blinkers on.

“Do you fucking care about your safety?” Seungcheol spat once you slid on the passenger’s seat. “You almost got yourself killed!”

“Good morning to you too, Seungcheol.”

The man’s nostrils flared. “I mean what am I supposed to do if you fucking snap your neck in the middle of the street?”

“I don’t know. What would gangster Seungcheol do, call one-one-two?” you mused, biting your lower lip to mask your smile.

He rolled his eyes, blinking rapidly. “Fucking put your seatbelt on,” he hissed, moving his hand to the gear stick, shifting it before the car started moving. “One-one-two, tch.”

You smiled quietly, crossing the belt over your chest, clicking it softly once you secured it. “Are you taking me to Jeonghan?” you asked promptly.

This had been your modus operandi for the past few months. You would stay home, watch your fiancé’s every move, sleuthing on his business as much as you could. Then you would get a text message every two weeks or so, sometimes to check in on you, sometimes to take you in.

The times you were taken in were the best.

“Yeah,” Seungcheol said with ease. In all this time, you had earned his trust with little to no effort since all you had to do was follow the plan and be honest.

“To his home?” you asked once you realized you were heading north.

“He’s not in the city. He’s taking a few days off to recover from a burnout,” Seungcheol explained.

Your heart dropped upon hearing that, you turned to see Seungcheol’s face, but all you got from his side profile was seriousness. So you turned to the window again, not letting him get a glance of the worry masking your features.

The ride was silent. However it was the kind of silence you welcomed, it made you feel safe and not like something was about to go off.

Jeonghan lived in a quiet, but rich neighborhood. His house was secluded, sitting atop of a hill, and surrounded by trees. It felt like visiting an island, whenever you came here. You were always driven, dropped off, and then collected.

Your visits were scarce, you could count them with your fingers on one hand. And each time you visited was just for business. Never quite as an invitation.

You closed the door, waving off at Seungcheol who only nodded his head at you, driving off on the snow-covered concrete in his expensive car.

To get to the front door, you had to follow a path surrounded by nature, trees, and grass. Boots crunching on snow as you went down to stand in front of a door to an eerily quiet house, where the were lights off.

You knocked your fist in a familiar rat-a-tat and waited.

Jeonghan came to the door, yanking it open and stepping aside to let you in, locking the door as you sheltered yourself from the cold wind.

“Hey,” you mumbled demurely, avoiding his gaze as you covered your face with your hands, trying to warm them up.

“Cold?” he asked, he almost sounded like he was smiling.

“Yeah,” you replied, sucking in a breath.

“Let’s go to the living room, warm you up.”

Your tummy tightened nervously. “Alright,” you sighed, following him in his spacious home.

Jeonghan had an expensive taste. Not only from the clothes he wore or the car he drove. His house was huge, way bigger for just one person to live in it. It almost felt like he did not even live there. The place was tidied, there were no family pictures, no memorabilia, no signs that someone even liked living there.

“Take a seat,” he muttered softly, pointing to the long black velvet couch in front of the warm faux fireplace.

You did as he asked, feeling much better once you got closer to the heat coming the heater. The flatscreen played soft jazz music, and the lamps in the corners of the living room were on, providing a cozy warm light to the space.

“How have you been?” you asked, searching his face.

“I’ve been better,” Jeonghan said, reclining on the sofa across from you. There was a blanket thrown to one side, and you suspected he had been sleeping there before you knocked on his door.

Jeonghan looked tired, his face colorless even under the warm yellow tone coming from the lamps. He avoided your eyes too, maybe because he did not want to face your scrutiny.

“Why did you call for me?”

His dreamy eyes found you.

“I’ve given you all the information I’ve gathered so far,” you elaborated. “And Hyunjun’s left for the rest of the week, so I don’t know what else I am useful for.

“I don’t want to talk about work tonight,” he muttered, blinking away from your gaze.

“Jeonghan,” you started, moving from the couch to sit beside him. “You said you would tell me everything.”

Jeonghan frowned, this time he did not avoid your eyes as you read his face. “I did not want you to spend Christmas Eve on your own.”

Christmas Eve. The concept seemed so foreign to you because it had been so long since you practiced anything festive during that night. You had even forgotten about it completely.

Jeonghan knew your fiancé was away since you had informed him of everything almost every day. From his deals with the cops of the city to his trips with his affairs.

“Thank you,” you whispered, swallowing a lump of heavy emotions down your throat.

“No, thank you for coming,” he replied. “I might not be a light company to keep around, but I knew you’d be lonely tonight, and I am too, so,” he shrugged, rising from the couch with a small grunt.

“I like your company very much,” you whispered, sheepishly looking away before you could see his reaction.

Your relationship with Jeonghan so far has been strictly limited to talking about business. He was a man who went straight to the point, with no detours, no tangents. And you liked that.

But sometimes, he gave you mixed signals, such as inviting you to his house on Christmas Eve.

The silence dragged on. You looked at him again, thinking that you might have overstepped with your statement.

But Jeonghan looked pleased. He was lying on his side on the long velvety couch, supporting half of his body on his elbow, stroking a cushion with his lithe fingers. In his eyes, you saw something akin to victory. As if he were resolute after hearing your meek confession.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, pushing his body from the couch, and rising to his feet.

Instead of walking towards the kitchen, the man turned to the couch where you were sitting, pacing until he stood in front of you.

He stretched out his hand to grab your chin, gently pinching your skin with two fingers. “Mn? There’s food ready in the kitchen.”

“Yeah, okay,” you replied when you found your mouth to speak, standing up only after he motioned you out of the living room.

The kitchen was spacious, well well-lit. The countertops were grey, and the cupboards white. There was a glass table, adorned with candles, different plates full of food to the brim.

“Tsk, I told her not to do this,” he muttered under his breath when he saw the candles in the middle of the table and a small vase with flowers in it.

“Did you have someone help you?” you prompted, looking at the man lower his gaze in utter shyness.

“Saori, my housekeeper. She helps me with the more…. Challenging stuff around the house,” he muttered, pouting softly as he looked at the table. “I asked her to make a simple dinner for two people…”

“Everything looks delicious,” you noted, and you did not realize just how hungry you were until you got the smell of beef, and rice, and then looked at all of the side dishes, elegantly plated around the candles.

“Please,” he reacted at once, pulling out a chair for you.

“Thanks,” you whispered, sitting down, and looking around, expecting him to sit on the opposite side of you.

But he chose to sit on the chair next to yours, still avoiding your gaze as he egged you to start eating.

“So,” you prompted. “The more challenging stuff?” you arched an eyebrow.

Jeonghan showed you a shy smile, but one that took over his face, making his eyes turn into half-moons. “I suppose you don’t expect me to know how to cook, but I do,” he raised his palms at you. “Granted, I’m not the best cook, but I don’t have time to do it. Saori helps me with that.”

You munched on your food as you looked at him explaining. “Well, you’re lucky because Saori is a great cook,” you nodded. “This is delicious.”

“Oh, is that the galbi?” his mouth parted as he took a look at your plate. “Yeah, she’s exceptional. I don’t know what I’d do without her.”

But your heart deflated a little bit. “Do you live alone?” you dared to ask.

“Yes,” he replied without much care. “I don’t mind it. I go to the city a lot, so I don’t spend a lot of time here as much as I would want to.”

You held your questions for the rest of the dinner, only replying to those he made at you or commenting on the food. It felt strange to share a moment like this with Jeonghan, not uncomfortable, just out of the ordinary.

After you and him were done with the food, he propped his elbows on the table, lacing his fingers together before placing his chin on them. “You look satisfied,” he murmured.

His sweet eyes were lively. Happier than you had ever seen him, even though there was still a note of exhaustion on his features. Under the candlelight, Jeonghan looked gorgeous. Heavenly, his sweet brown eyes outlining your face, his short dark hair tussled but somehow fell perfectly in place, his shiny creamy skin.

“I am,” you nodded. “Thank you.”

He remained silent, looking at you for a moment before reclining back on his seat. “Any news from your sister?” he asked with caution lacing his tone.

Your tummy clenched in anxiousness. “I thought you didn’t want to talk about work.”

“This isn’t work,” he arched an eyebrow. “This is your family.”

Jeonghan was fully aware that Kiki was only your friend. But he still referred to her as your sister every time the topic came up.

“I’ll be able to speak to her soon, Hyunjun told me so,” you stammered around the name of your fiancé. “He said she’s still in Greece.”

Jeonghan rolled his eyes, shaking his head lightly. “She’s not in Greece,” he muttered, an annoyed look twisting the features of his face.

“How do you know?” you asked. You had already formed your suspicions in your head but never went anywhere with them.

“He’s saying that to keep you in line,” he moved his hands to rest on his abdomen, nodding his head once. “The bastard probably has her somewhere in the country.”

Your heart throbbed painfully before you could even collect your words. “Do you think she’s alright?” you asked. “Do you think he’d do something to her?”

He shrugged. “Probably, though I wouldn’t think too much about that,” he said. “It won’t do you any good to think your sister is suffering. Just focus on getting her back.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” you whispered, looking at the table absentmindedly.

Jeonghan rose from the table, and you followed his tall frame with your eyes.

“Is it wise to drink while you’re recovering?” you asked, watching him approaching the bar in one corner of the kitchen.

“Want one?” he offered, lifting a bottle to his view. “This is a Japanese whisky. Very rare. And expensive.”

You could tell he was not looking to impress you, by the tone he used to describe the bottle he was tipping into a glass, you knew he meant it in an unconcerned manner. “Sure,” you mumbled.

He returned, handing you a glass, which you grabbed with two shaky hands, giving him a word of thanks. “I really feel like drinking one tonight,” he muttered, returning to his seat.

“Are you feeling better?” you asked, noticing the pink color on his lips.

“Eh, I think I’ll feel better tomorrow after this,” he said offhandedly. “I’ve always been sickly, since I was a kid even. So this is not new to me.”

“Mm,” you nodded in understanding. “Isn’t that stressful?”

Your heart dropped to your stomach upon uttering that question. You felt like you could talk to Jeonghan. Given that you had learned to trust him over the past few months. But this was different, this was personal. With any other human being, this would unfold into a light conversation.

But this was Yoon Jeonghan. Not just anyone.

“It is,” he replied, lowering his gaze, darned by his set of heavy eyelashes. “I’ve been doing this for years and one thing I have learned is that it won’t get any easier.”

“I know,” you muttered, remembering all those times you saw your father bedridden, nearing his death. Just like he was now. “How do you get by?”

“This helps,” he raised his glass, a smirk drawing on his lips. “I know that it’s bad to show weakness, so it wouldn’t be smart for me to be sick all the time. So I kept myself hidden, no one knows I’m the boss, I draw no attention from the law. Or from other gangs.”

Or your fiancé.

“So is that your code?” you asked, trying to remove yourself from that first caution you felt around him.

“Like a code of honour you mean?” Jeonghan smiled after clicking his tongue. “No. I don’t think I have one.”

You sipped the whiskey, which indeed tasted intense, sweet, and woody. “Ah, come on, you must have a code. Everyone does.”

“I really don’t,” he chuckled, pouting as he gathered his thoughts. “I just have two rules. I don’t force violence upon the innocent, and I always keep my word.”

His sweet gaze locked on yours for a second, making your tummy flutter, your heart pounding with something you had never felt before in your life. It felt like a punch in the stomach. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the serotonin from having a conversation that felt humane.

“So, like a code of honour,” you chuckled, the sound bubbling out of your mouth.

Jeonghan stilled for a second, his eyes flashing over the features of your face. “Maybe,” he conceded, uttering the word with a mere whisper.

You stared at each other for a second.

“I should go back,” you croaked, reaching for your phone, and realizing that it was already ten o’clock. “It’s late.”

“I’ll have someone pick you up,” he muttered, equally distracted. He excused himself from the table, making a phone call promptly to have someone take you back home.

So you sat there, thinking of that passing surge of emotions. You had heard stories, seen it in film, read in books. But you had never believed it, until now. 

Maybe you liked Jeonghan a little too much.

Some moments later, he returned, stopping before the end of the table, a worried look on his face.

“What?” you uttered.

“Nothing,” he gaped, seemingly lost in his thought, raising his phone to your view. “There’s a heavy snowfall happening in the city, it is not bad right now so someone could come pick you up, but it’ll get worse later on your way back.”

“Oh,” you thought of what to do, maybe you could search for somewhere to stay, maybe you could…

“I have a spare bedroom, two actually,” he shrugged. “I don’t mind having you over. Until it is safe for you to come back. Is that okay with you?”

“I don’t mean to–,”

“Please,” he said. “I insist.”

You thought of everything that Jeonghan has done for you. True, he was also doing it for your benefit, but you felt there was more to it than him just trying to keep you safe. He wanted you there. Just like you wanted to be near him.

“Okay,” you nodded.

“Good,” he nodded too.

The silence between you returned, that silence that did not feel unpleasant but felt like it was squeezing the air out of your lungs. The overwhelming feeling returned to your bones, tingling at your fingertips.

“I should probably…” you whispered, beginning to clean the table off.

“Leave that,” he sighed, coming closer to stop you. “Don’t be ridiculous, leave that.”

You grabbed the used plates, the chopsticks, placing them neatly in a pile to take them to the sink. “Just let me rinse this at least,” you muttered, trying to bite the smirk fighting to get to the features of your face.

“I said leave that,” he gritted, grabbing the plates from your hand.

Now, even if he was tall and thin, Jeonghan was not weak at all. His strength overpowered your own, laughing as he swiftly took the plates from your hands without much effort.

“Jeonghan!” you squealed when he nearly dropped one of the banchan bowls.

The sound you emitted made him chuckle even harder. “Relax, I have it under control,” he muttered turning away to put the pile into the sink.

“Sure you do,” you said under your breath, continuing to tidy the table.

“You’re stubborn,” he shook his head disapprovingly. “Come, I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping.”

You were in the middle of your task, but knowing his house was big, you had no choice but to leave the plates there. Running off to where he disappeared to, which was a long hall that had windows on one side looking to the exterior.

It was snowing heavily outside, wind slamming against the trees, the path you had walked on covered in a layer of snow already.

“I think I have some new toothbrushes, I’ll give you one,” he said, opening one of the three doors at the end of the hall and turning on the light for you.

The bedroom was simple. White walls, one twin bed, two bedside tables with lamps on them and a bathroom.

“I could maybe lend you a pair of sweats and a t-shirt for you to sleep in them, if you do that sort of thing,” he muttered beside you as you looked at the very minimalistic bed.

“That sort of thing?” you looked at him, standing beside you so closely it robbed the air out of your lungs.

“Yeah, sleeping with clothes on?” he arched one eyebrow.

“Oh,” you blinked, shamefully shaking your head. “Jeonghan!”

He chuckled again, but this time deviously. Such a tease.

“I think I’ll take the clothes, thank you,” you said, pacing to the foot of the bed, wanting to sit on the navy blue covers.

“I’ll be right back,” he pushed himself off the doorframe, opening the door in front of yours.

The room was exactly the same as the one you were staying in, the only difference was that it looked slightly more lived in. Clothes were dropped on a chair, you saw a suitcase on the floor, the lamp was turned on, a frame placed on the bedside table.

“Here,” he extended his hand out to you when he came back.

The clothes were neatly folded, a new toothbrush sitting on its package on top of the black t-shirt he was lending you.

“Thank you,” you said, sneaking a tentative look at him.

Only to find that short pang of nervousness shooting down your spine again.

“Don’t worry about it,” he retreated, taking a step back. “Have a good night.”

And then he slipped through the door of the bedroom, closing it behind him.

After brushing your teeth and washing your face, you changed your clothes into the ones Jeonghan lent you. They were soft, and recently washed. They smelled of fabric softener, and of him.

You decided to forgo your bra, slipping the cotton t-shirt over your frame. When you slid under the bedsheets, you sighed under the welcoming weight of the heavy covers, stretching your limbs on the comfy mattress to start warming up.

There was a window, covered by blackout curtains. You could hear the wind hitting against the walls, the leaves rustled under the mercy of the heavy snowfall. Closing your eyes, you wondered if Jeonghan was already asleep. You wondered if he thought of you at all.

You turned over on your side, trying your best to keep your eyes close, to shut out the world outside and sleep.

Inevitably, your thoughts wandered to that moment between you and Jeonghan. You thought how it felt to have an honest conversation with him. To laugh with him. It was so cruel to be shut out in your own little world, you could not even remember when the last time was you laughed.

If it was like this for you, you could not even dare to imagine how it must be for someone like Jeonghan. Your heart ached at the thought.

Fifteen minutes turned into half an hour, then into a full hour. You turned to your other side, stretching an arm to the empty side of the bed, the bedsheets cold against your skin. You shuddered.

You ran your tongue against your upper teeth, tasting the fresh minty toothpaste, realizing you were thirsty. You cannot just go grab a glass of water, this is not your home.

But you were so thirsty it was hard to swallow. Part of you was convinced that it was just a random, normal moment of thirst. Totally not caused by the throbbing feeling inside you, pushing you off the bed.

The floor was cold beneath your feet as you had expected, but you drew in a hiss, nonetheless. You opened the door ever so slowly, managing to keep your movements light and quiet as you exited the bedroom.

You paced through the long hall, now noticing the frames hanging on the wall. There was a watercolor painting, and a diploma hanging beside it. That was the moment you learned Jeonghan had a degree in law.

You huffed quietly, resuming your mission to get a glass of water. When you entered the kitchen, you found out that the table had been cleaned, the dishwasher humming softly as you approached the sink, grabbing a glass to pour cold water into it.

You gulped three times, refreshing your throat with a pleased sigh.

“Can’t sleep?” Jeonghan muttered.

Your whole body jolted so hard you nearly dropped the glass to the floor, gasping loudly, a hand covering your mouth. “God!” you gasped.

“Hey,” Jeonghan raised his palms at you, smiling lightly. “Sorry, but you are incredibly unaware of your surroundings.”

“What is that supposed to mean?!” you yelped, putting the glass back into the sink, annoyed that he had startled you so badly.

“You never notice when someone’s tailing you,” he shrugged, advancing towards you.

True, you never did notice all the times when he was near you, or noticing you around when you thought you were out of sight.

“Because you’re stealthy as fuck for no reason!” you exclaimed with a higher tone.

Jeonghan emitted a silly giggle, bending over a little as he looked at you joyfully. “You’re just easy to scare, sweetheart,” he leaned back against one side of the kitchen island, crossing his arms. “So?”

“I can’t sleep,” you conceded, leaning back against the counter, standing face to face with him. You sneaked a look at his eyes. “You?”

“Same,” he shrugged. “I tend to be light sleeper, anything wakes me up.”

Ah, you mouthed. Hearing the noise from the strong winds of winter slamming against the house.

“Why are you awake, though?” he asked, and you knew he was not satisfied with your earlier excuse.

“I just have a lot in my mind,” you replied with honesty. “I can’t stop thinking.”

“Well, maybe if you let those thoughts out, you might be able to sleep,” he muttered, his voice sweet and welcoming like a hug.

You wondered what his hugs felt like.

“I… don’t think I can tell you, Jeonghan,” you replied shyly, dropping your gaze to your feet.

“You don’t want to tell me or can’t tell me?” he pushed himself off the countertop, taking two steps towards you, making you drag your gaze back to his face.

Even in the dark, you could see that glint of cunning in his eyes. You sucked in a breath, pressing your back against the counter when he stood mere inches in front of you. You must be ovulating, you thought, grabbing at the rim of the counter with both hands.

Jeonghan waited, tilting his head to one side as he watched you. Starting from your face, your neck, your arms, your hands, his gaze swam all over you, absorbing you in.

Then a nimble knuckle brushed against the engagement ring that was hugging your finger. The touch did not even land on your skin, but you felt it everywhere, igniting every nerve ending.

“I think you know,” you whispered.

His lower lip pursed slightly. “I want to hear it,” he murmured, his sweet voice weakening, becoming raspy. “I need to hear you say it,” he fixed his gaze on your face again, defiantly.

“Jeonghan, why did you call for me?” you asked, every emotion you had felt before choking you out.

“Tell me first,” he shook his head lightly, propping his hands beside yours on the counter, leaning over you.

“I can’t,” you breathed, trying to move back as he drew in closer. An empty smile curving your lips. “I’m engaged to someone, Jeonghan.”

“Someone you despise,” he growled under his breath. “When was the last time you felt safe with him?”

You swallowed back your arguments. Did Jeonghan know that you had never felt safe around Hyunjun? Even when you thought you loved him, you were always walled up.

“Why did you agree to come here?”  

The question was clear, but it answered what you also needed to know. Jeonghan knew it too, the glint in his eyes told you that much.

Intrigued, he went on. “Why do you look at me like that?” he asked. “The way you talk to me, when you smile… I know you feel something,” he whispered, reading your face swiftly, over, and over. “Tell me. Tell me, please.”

You realized that he was asking you for his own good. As if he needed you to turn him down before he did something totally wrong and unwise. Or as if he needed you to tell him what he was thinking, to do it anyway.

“Jeonghan…” you muttered right before he captured your lips with his own in a ghostly kiss, you closed your eyes, a low hum bubbling in your throat.

“Stop me,” he dared. “Stop me now.”

You grabbed his face with your hands, pulling him closer. “I can’t. I don’t want to.”

Jeonghan let out a raspy groan, returning to your lips with another kiss. This time, he went deeper, kissing you chastely, heatedly, as if he could not break away from you. His hand found your hip, pressing himself to your front.

He broke away, your lips resounding with a wet smacking noise. He breathed against your mouth, swallowing your breath as you were doing to his own. It tasted sweeter than you had ever dared to imagine.

“Come to my room with me?” he breathed, pressing his forehead on yours, leaning your face so he could press a wet, slow kiss on your lips.

Damned be your hormones. Or the whisky. The snow. Damned be your fiancé. Damned be everything. You were touched starved. Lonely.

But you could not fool yourself any longer: you had never felt this way before. It was electrifying.

You vaguely remembered how you felt when Hyunjun kissed you hours before. The emptiness of his kiss, like all of the other kisses that preceded it.

Testing, you pressed your lips against his again, and he reciprocated at once. The taste of his soft lips was sweet, minty. His kiss pulled you in, like the force of two magnets, his fingers clenching your waist gently.

Kissing Jeonghan was like taking a breath after feeling suffocated for so long.

“Jeonghan,” you breathed, so close to his lips, your hands slid from his cheeks, your fingers gingerly touching his jawline. “If we do this, I don’t think I can go back to how we were… This is dangerous. For both of us.”

“Trust me, I know. Even being near you it’s signing a fucking death sentence,” he replied softly, there was no snark or venom in his words. “But I don’t know if I’ll ever have the chance to be this close to you again. I’ve wanted you for so long…”

“Wanted me?” you asked with a tiny voice.

“This is complicated, and crazy, and a bad idea. I know,” he whispered, in his eyes you saw a flash of worry. “If you don’t want this, I’ll go back to my room. I’ll never bring this up again.”

You noticed the weird, dejected way he said those last words. Your heart instantly ached, making you shake your head.

Jeonghan saw the remorse hitting you. “I need an answer, sweetheart,” he pleaded softly, as though he already knew what you were thinking, but needed you to say it aloud.

“Promise me you will take care of me?” you whispered.

“I promise.”

You were crazy, you had to be crazy. But his kiss was so alluring, his attention so tempting you could not hold yourself back. Your hand cupped his chin, and he finished leaning over to kiss you fervently, almost as if he wanted to melt into you.

Jeonghan moaned when your tongue outlined his lower lip, the quiet, guttural sound making your skin tingle. “Let’s go to my room,” he grunted in your mouth, pausing just to say that before diving into your lips again.

Your hands slid from his chin to his hard chest, feeling his heartbeat under your fingertips. You needed to hold him, to feel him.

As if he could hear your thoughts, Jeonghan grabbed your hand, the cold metal around your finger pressing on his skin as he pulled you, motioning you to his bedroom. Your pulse quickened, quickly making you feel lightheaded.

You got to his bedroom, which was nearly identical to the one he assigned you. The lamp was still on, which led you to believe that he did not even try to sleep. But you could not pay attention to the fleeting thought. 

Jeonghan pulled you closer, using his hand on yours to draw you in. His hands cupped your face, inhaling your breath as he resumed kissing you. You wrapped your arms around him, hands roving all over his back, stopping before the band of his sweats. 

“Mmf,” you let out a half moan in his lips, trying to speak up but he would not let you, kissing you ravenously, as if he could not get enough from your lips. And honestly, you would be doing the same thing, if it was not for your aching need to undress him. 

Your hands went around his waist, trailing down until your fingers found the hem of his t-shirt, tugging at it sheepishly. “Should we take this slow?” you whispered, the anxious feeling in your throat making your voice wane.

“No,” he decided at once. “We’ll have another night to take it slow. I need you right now.”

The words nearly sent you into a frenzy. You kissed him again, though briefly, your hands were finding his abdomen, feeling his skin.

“Go ahead, baby,” he whispered, so close to you that you could feel the slow smirk pulling the corners of his lips.

You hiked his t-shirt up his torso, uncovering his milky white skin to your view.

“Lie down,” he rasped, kissing you repeatedly.

You followed his command without a second thought, walking backwards until you found the bed with the back of your knees. You sat down first, backing up to the center of the bed, and he followed.

Jeonghan lied on his side, next to you, propping his body on one elbow as his other hand reached out to cup your cheek, pulling you into a wet, passionate kiss. You hummed in his mouth when his tongue rolled inside yours, your hands grabbing him, trying to pull him closer.

“What are you doing, baby?” he muttered with an amused look on his face.

You gently caressed his skin with your hands, feeling his slender collarbones under your fingertips, his chest, all the way down to his abdomen. The tip of your thumb dipped lightly into his belly button, eliciting a soft gasp from him, a smirk drawing on his face when you brushed the soft hairs of his happy trail.

“Don’t tease me,” he rasped, daring you again.

The corners of his lips tugged slightly when you curled your fingers on the waistband of his sweats, sending quick looks to your eyes and back to your hands. You bit your lower lip, grabbing the band of his boxers too, noticing the bulge under his sweats.

You got to your knees, tugging the waistband down as Jeonghan lifted his hips for you. You shuddered upon seeing his hard cock slapping his lower abdomen. You took his pants and boxers off, leaving him utterly naked on the covers of his bed.

Before you could even touch his skin, kiss him in places you so utterly wanted, his hands were pushing you back on the mattress. You complained with a loud gasp, finding a playful smirk on his face.

“Behave and I’ll give you what you want,” he muttered, placing his hands at each side of your head, leaning over to press a kiss on your lips, its sweetness betraying the firmness of his command.

A quiet moan left your mouth when he pressed another soft kiss on your lower lip. His dark gaze looking at you as he pulled away slightly, but keeping some inches from your face. “Mn? Will you be good for me, pretty?”

“Yeah. I’ll do whatever you want me to,” you replied, blushing over how turned on you sounded already.

But it made Jeonghan smile, a hand brushed your cheek endearingly, blowing you away with its gentleness. “You’re going to kill me,” he sighed, pressing his forehead to yours, stealing a chaste kiss from you, then another.

You felt the weight on pillows shift on the sides of your face, seconds later you felt Jeonghan’s hands slipping underneath your t-shirt, caressing your skin with his cold fingers. He backed away once he hooked his fingers on the band of your panties, grabbing your sweats too.

“Jeonghan,” you muttered softly.

“Shh, be patient,” he smirked, pulling back to his knees, dragging your clothes down your legs.

Your heart pounded frantically in your throat, but you kept your eyes on him, following each movement, darting looks down his beautiful naked body. He sighed under a smile, his hands caressing your thighs with a feather-light touch, gently egging you to part them for him.

“Good girl,” he muttered, leaning over you again, pushing the t-shirt up to your breasts with his hand, caressing your skin in the process. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you, Hannie,” you sighed, eyelids fluttering wildly as his touch ignited you again.

Jeonghan smiled. “I like that,” he whispered, referring to the nickname you used. He leaned to press a loving kiss on your sternum, making you jolt in nervousness. “So responsive,” he hummed approvingly, darting a testing look at your eyes before pressing a kiss on the swell of your breasts, making a short trail to your nipple.

“God,” you sighed, letting your eyelids fall close. Your hand found the back of his head, fingers coiling around the strands of his black hair.

He muffled a giggle in your chest, littering it with wet, open kisses. He tasted, licked, and nibbled your skin, showering it with so much love you quickly became drunk, moaning, squirming and uttering his name.

Your skin prickled as he placed another open kiss right below your belly button, glancing at your face as he moved to push his hands on your thighs, angling you open for him.

“J-jeonghan,” you stuttered, tensing your spine as he placed a sweet kiss on your inner thigh, “God, please, Jeonghan,” you pleaded, being so long since you had been touched like this, it felt like fireworks going off inside you at each touch, each kiss…

“Patience, baby girl,” he muttered softly, nibbling your inner thigh, the enjoyment flashing on his face when a moan bubbled in your mouth.

“Please, please, please,” you whispered over and over, his reminder nearly going unnoticed by your pleas.

“Mmmn, you’re becoming bratty,” he muttered, still taking his sweet time teasing you with kisses on your inner thighs, running his tongue on your skin, eliciting a loud yelp from you.

You turned your head onto the pillow, trying to muffle your moans, snapping your eyes open when he finally pressed a kiss on your mound, then another on your clit. You shuddered in pleasure, your arousal pooling in your entrance.

“So needy,” he tutted again, and you knew by his tone that he was smiling.

You nearly choked on a gasp, hands flying to grab at the covers when he pushed his tongue between your folds, giving you a long stroke with his tongue against your cunt, drinking you in with a raspy moan on his part.

“Jeonghan,” you moaned weakly, easing your back on the mattress, closing your eyes, relishing in the sweet pleasure his mouth was giving you. “Oh, Jeonghan…”

He clutched your hips, licking every inch of your pussy lips teasingly, then his hands slid up your tummy, finding your breasts to fondle them, pushing his tongue on your clit at the same time. An airy moan spilled from your lips, trying to keep as quiet as possible as his tongue started drawing figures around your clit, getting it to swell.

You had to bite down your lip, releasing the covers from your tight grip to prop yourself to your elbows. The sight of him eating you out was so alluring you swore you could come from it alone. He raised his dark eyes, finding your face, probably seeing the awe and the pleasure written in it.

Jeonghan smiled, curving his lips slightly as his tongue worked on your clit, you moaned again, thighs tensing at his sides, bumping against the sides of his face.  

“I’m close, Hannie,” you sighed, welcoming the long forgotten tension coiling deep inside you, your chest falling and rising faster.

His hands grabbed your thighs to keep you open for him, slipping two fingers inside your throbbing walls, his tongue switching the motion of the tip of his tongue on your clit, darting from side to side on it.

“Oh, Hannie,” you moaned, writhing on the bed, feeling that tension finally snap inside you, washing over you. “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming…” you tilted your head back, fingers tangling in his hair as you came undone with lewd moans and ragged breaths.

You stroke his hair languidly, coming down from your high as he continued eating you out, licking the arousal pooling in your core, the sensitiveness in the area making you jolt.

Jeonghan kissed your mound, pulling out his fingers out of your walls before sneaking a playful look at you. “Hey,” he mumbled, crawling to you as you lied back on the pillows.

“Hey,” you whispered, wiping your arousal from his chin with one hand.

He kissed you again. “You’re good?” he asked.

“I’m good, Jeonghan,” you giggled sweetly, surprised that he would stop mid-sex to check in on you.

“God, I love that sound,” he sighed, his fascinated gaze outlining your features.

Your heart stammered. “Yeah?” you taunted, smirking at him. “What else do you love about me?”

“Everything,” he drawled drunkenly, planting more kisses on your lips, humming when your hands roamed on his back. “Everything,” he repeated, as though he had not found a single thing about you he disliked.

“Mmn,” you hummed in his lips, tasting yourself in them.

A hand returned on your tummy, blindly finding the t-shirt and motioned you to help him take it off you. Your bodies moved in synchronicity, you sat up just as he sat back, throwing the t-shirt once he removed it, grabbing your chin with one hand to steal another kiss on your lips.

“Are you on birth control, baby?” he asked, his tone gentle, but it had a slight gruffness in it.

“No,” you muttered, your heart falling to your stomach. “Do you have condoms?”

“No,” he bit his lower lip, eyebrows pinching softly. “It’s been a while since I’ve been with someone.”

The statement was nearly hurtful for you. Jeonghan was the most alluring man you had ever met. But you knew you had to be insane when a thought flashed in your head, not caring about anything else.

“It’s okay,” you whispered, cupping his face with your hands. “Me too.”

Jeonghan did not question this, but he remained frozen, as if unsure of how to proceed. “What do you want to do?”

Your heart fluttered uneasily, looking at his features. “I want you, Jeonghan,” you whispered, your hands falling from his face but found his waist, clutching him gently. “I want to feel you. Please…”

He pushed you back onto the covers again, placing his hands on each of your sides. But you realized that he had not conceded yet, his eyes were going over your face over and over, a sign that the gears in his brain were turning.

“Are you sure?” he muttered, smiling when you nodded eagerly. “God, baby, you’re crazy.”

“You’re crazy too,” you smirked.

Jeonghan made no reply to this. His hand cupped your cheek, slotting his lips in yours to kiss you deeply, humming into your mouth as he positioned his body between your legs.

Blindly, following his lips with your seamlessly, your hand found his length, stroking him slowly, thumb brushing the beads of precum leaking from its tip. Jeonghan moaned, his hand falling beside you on the pillow for support.

You guided his cock between your legs, breath hitching nervously when the tip slid between your pussy lips, covered in your arousal. Jeonghan gasped too, breaking the kiss to look at you in the eyes.

There were no words exchanged, just looking at each other as you nudged his tip against your pooling entrance. Jeonghan pushed his cock inside you, stretching your walls slowly. His mouth parted, letting out a silent groan as you moaned lewdly, squirming beneath him.

“You’re good?” he choked out, retracting his hips one inch to push back in.

“I’m good,” you stammered, fingers trembling on his waist, trying not to sink your fingernails on his skin. It had been a while since you had some action happening in your life, and although Jeonghan was not big, his length fit inside you perfectly, his tip pressing in one particular sensitive spot.

“I’m going to start moving, baby,” he whispered, meeting his hips with your own.

“Yeah, yeah, okay,” you sighed, trying to relax under his weight.

But you were nervous. Intoxicated by the smell of his neck, skin prickling when he pressed his chest on yours, hypnotized his lips moaning your name. No one had ever made you felt like this.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me,” he groaned, dropping his forehead on yours. “Relax, sweetheart… or this might end too soon,” he whispered in your ear.

“It feels so good,” you whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You feel so good, Hannie…”

That made him smile, sending a powerful shudder through your body. “Put your legs around me,” he gave his command gently, and you followed it.

Now you were practically clinging to him, following the gentle motions of his hips on you. You closed your eyes briefly, easing the tension between your legs when his thrusts picked up the pace, going a little faster on you.

Jeonghan grunted quietly, making you open your eyes to find his gaze.

“You’re good?” you asked meekly.

He smiled endearingly at you. “Amazing, sweetheart,” he whispered. “You feel incredible,” he told you between kisses, pressing them on your lips.

You moved one hand to cup his face, still hugging him with one arm.

His gaze shifted, your hand caressing his cheek making him close his eyes for a moment.

Then something caught your eye. The cold ring hugging your finger was also pressing to his cheek, his eyebrows drew inward slightly, gasping softly as he blinked at you. Your heart deflated, seeing his demeanor had changed in a second. You almost wanted to pause and remove your engagement ring, but you also knew that it was too late.

Even though Jeonghan knew you did not love your fiancé, you were not a free woman.

But he was claiming you as his, his hips pushed against yours harder, knocking the air from your lungs. You removed your hand from his cheek, placing it on the covers of the bed.

“Fuck,” Jeonghan gritted, squeezing his eyes shut. “Fuck, fuck!” he exclaimed, dropping his forehead on the pillow, next to your face.

His thrusts slowed down sloppily, breathing raggedly against the pillow. It took you some seconds to understand he was resisting his climax for you.

You carefully used the tips of your fingers to stroke his hair. Jeonghan was groaning languidly, moving his cock with shallow thrusts inside you.

“Promise me you won’t let him touch you,” he rasped in your ear.

Your tummy tightened anxiously. “I promise,” you replied.

As he breathed on your neck, you could get the faint smell of his neck, of his hair. You hugged him tightly against your body, welcoming his warmth, deciding that you would never want anyone else.

You must be crazy.

He raised his head to look at you, his gaze had darkened. “No one else touches you,” he breathed. “No one but me.”

“I promise,” you parroted mesmerizingly.

He leaned on you again, cupping your chin with his hand before pressing a slow, sensual kiss on your lips. “You’re mine,” he muttered drowsily.

A thrilling feeling of exhilaration swept through your body all the way to your brain. “I’m yours.”  

Then he started thrusting his hips against yours, hard and fast, as though hearing your promise sent him into a mad frenzy. You noticed him moving his mouth, babbling nonsense, and moaning out your name.

Pressing his forehead against yours, he tilted your head to meet your lips with his in a soft kiss. Moans spilled from your lips, his gaze going soft when you also mumbled out his name, daring to use your hand to cup his cheek again.

“Jeonghan,” you mewled, hugging him tighter with your legs around his waist.

“You’re close, sweetheart?” he forced out.

“Yeah,” you sighed.

“You’re gonna come for me, baby girl?” he asked, smirking softly when you nodded again frantically, thighs starting to shake around him. 

You gasped, feeling so close yet there was something going wrong in your body. Overwhelmed with pleasure, moaning every time Jeonghan’s cock reached that particular sweet spot in your walls, hitting it with each stroke of his hips against yours.

Jeonghan realized you could not reach your high when you whined, closing your eyes to focus on the tight feeling pooling inside you. A light kiss pressed to your cheek, then below your earlobe. “Come for me, sweetheart,” he whispered shakily on your ear. “I’ll give you whatever you need.”

“T-talk to me?” you asked meekly.

Jeonghan emitted a giggle that send butterflies to your stomach. “Dirty?”

“God, yes please,” you gasped, giggling upon how needy you sounded at that.

You saw the effect your giggles had on him, a soft sigh falling from his lips. “Stop wrapping your legs around me, or we might end up making a baby,” he muttered gruffly.

A strange feeling bloomed inside you, making you moan salaciously. “Fuck, Jeonghan, please,” you whined. “I’m so close.”

He pulled his body back, grabbing your hips to keep thrusting in. The position of his cock inside you changed too, now pressing on your front walls harder.

Your eyes watered, a raw moan spilling from your lips. “Oh, god,” you gritted.

“You like that?” he smirked, jackhammering into you, making the headboard of the bed slam against the wall.

“Yeah, yeah, yes,” you balled your hands into fists at the covers on your sides, back arching as you moaned.

You were so, so fucking close, you ached to come, you needed to come. Pleasure was brimming inside you, wet noises coming from your pussy each time Jeonghan hit his hips against yours.

“Don’t fucking touch yourself yet,” he rasped when he caught sight of your hand inching closer to your mound.

You dropped your hand at your side, whining reproachfully at him. “But I’m close,” you sighed, tears brimming in your eyes from the unyielding pleasure that just kept on building inside you.

“You’ll come when I want you to,” he sighed out in pleasure too, throwing his head back slightly.

Pressure coiled tighter inside you, walls throbbing around him upon hearing him speaking to you harshly.

He gasped, a single vein throbbing in his neck from the exhaustion growing in his limbs. “Your little cunt’s so tight, baby, do you even finger yourself?”

“S-sometimes,” you choked out, feeling your face burn.

“How do you do it baby?” he asked. “Like this?” he rasped, bringing the pad of his thumb to your clit, rubbing gentle circles on it.

“God, Hannie,” you gasped, pushing the back of your head onto the pillow, biting down your lip to keep any more lewd noises from spilling out again.

Jeonghan noticed this time around, smirking at you with a glint of playfulness. “Be as loud as you want, sweetheart. No one’s around,” he drawled lazily, still thrusting his cock at a delicious pace, rubbing fast swirls on your clit.  

“Oh, god,” you whispered, your legs starting to shake again. “Jeonghan, keep going, fuck, fuck. Help me come, please…”

A fascinated look flashed on his face. The speed of his thrusts slowed down a little, bending his head over you to let his spit fall on your cunt perfectly. You moaned at the sight, feeling the pad of his thumb sliding perfectly on your engorged clit, teasing it more.

He kept ramming his cock in your pussy, making the headboard slam louder against the wall, the mattress creaking beneath your bodies. You could tell Jeonghan was growing tired, but there was a glint in his eye, he wanted to push you farther, to see what would make you snap.

“Did he ever fuck you like this, baby?” he rasped, his throat bobbing as he swallowed back a moan.

“Fuck, Jeonghan,” you gritted, arching your back on the bed. Forcing out an honest no under your breath.

He leaned forward, but only slightly, resting his hands on the sides of your waist. “And he fucking won’t,” he muttered softly, taking one of your hands to kiss your palm, uncaring that you still had your ring on. “No one will. You’re mine, mine to ruin.”

You nodded obediently. A rush of exhilaration ran all over your body. “I am.”

Jeonghan looked at you in awe, pausing to grab your legs to hoist them up on his shoulders, resuming to slam his hips on yours, his cock hitting so deep inside you that you cried out, tears spilling from your eyes.

“Jeonghan¸ god, yes, yes, right there!” you squealed in pure bliss.

“That’s right baby,” he sighed under a pleased smile. “Come all over me, come on this cock.”  

“I’m coming, Jeonghan. I’m there, I’m there…” you gasped, tasting your sweet orgasm, the feeling of release overwhelming you, buzzing in your ears, making your mind go blank.

Jeonghan read your face, moaning with you as you came around him. “God, baby,” he gritted, pressing his lips against your knee. “Oh, fuck. Fuuuck…” he threw his head back, a raw moan escaping between his clenched teeth.

“Hannie…” you mewled, crying from pleasure brimming inside you, making your walls throb and clamp around him. “Jeonghan, oh my god…”

“I know, baby,” he sighed, still pushing his cock inside your throbbing walls. You smiled slightly at him, coming down from your climax, making him reach his.

With perfect timing, he pulled out of you, spilling himself on your lower tummy with soft and languid, moans. Jeonghan breathed hard, looking at the mess on your skin, spilling until the last drop.

Jeonghan wasted no time, he bent over, capturing your lips with a lewd kiss. “Let’s go clean up,” he whispered between rushed kisses, making you scrunch your nose, giggling lazily. “Then we’ll cuddle, and sleep together. How does that sound, sweetheart?”

Mind fogged, you nodded at him. “I’d like that, Jeonghan,” you whispered back.

“Good,” he gasped, taking a moment to look at your eyes before smiling. “God, you really drive me crazy.”

Once you washed up, you lied in his bed, staring at the ceiling for a while, turning over on your side as he slipped under the covers. He hummed softly, wrapping his arms around your body, snuggling up to you.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, noticing you deep in thought.

Your gaze fell on the portrait neatly placed on his bedside table. In the dark, you could see four figures posing for a family photo. Even if you could not make out the other faces, you could see his. A young brightness painted his face, his smile, the half-moon of his eyes. He was happy.

“Who are they?” you whispered.

“Who?” he muttered, intuiting what you were asking, he followed your gaze. “Ah. They’re my family.”

“Are they safe?” the question flew out of your mouth before you could even hold yourself back.

“Yeah, they are,” he whispered calmly, moving his body so he could look at you, propping his weight on his elbow. “I do everything to keep them safe. They don’t really know what I do, and haven’t seen them in years but… I send them things every now and then.”

Your heart broke. And you could not hold yourself back any longer. “I just… I just can’t stand the thought that you’re alone,” you said with a shameful look.

His gaze softened, a shy smile curving his beautiful lips, showing his perfect set of teeth. “Oh, baby. But I’m not alone,” he said, bringing a hand to pinch your chin. “You’re here.”

You grabbed his fingers pinching you softly to press your lips against his pads. “I’ll have to go back eventually.”

“For a while,” he said, his fingers started toying with yours. “We need to keep this up until we find your sister, and we have a clear target on him.”

Your heart deflated at the mention of Kiki, and the sorrow showed on your face.

“Hey,” he whispered, drawing your gaze back to his. “What’s wrong?”

You caressed his shoulder, gathering your words. “I feel so guilty that she’s being used as leverage,” you whispered, even though it was something you knew was made clear by your actions, saying it aloud felt worse.

“You can’t really change that,” he muttered. “Hyunjun saw a weak spot in you and exploited it. It’s not on you. It’s on him.”

You nibbled on your lower lip, swallowing your tears. “She’s just a kid,” you said. Jeonghan remained quiet, reading your face so you just went on: “She’s just a girl that showed me kindness when no one did. She is not even a part of this world. I let her get close to me and now I don’t even know she’s alright.”

“Why do you say she’s your sister?” he asked with caution, and you knew that he had intended to ask that question before, but refrained from doing so.

“She called me sister a lot, it was quite annoying at first,” you explained, the memory bringing a smile to your face. “Kiki lived in the same neighborhood I used to live in before I got engaged. She was lonely, her parents were either at work or out drinking. So I would keep her company, watch movies with her, talk about boys… eventually I started calling her my sister too.”

Jeonghan showed you a smile, it was sad, but at the same time sweet. “You love her.”

You sniffled quietly, nodding with your head. “I can’t lose her.”

“She’ll be fine, baby,” he whispered, bringing a hand to your cheek, caressing your skin with his thumb. “We’ll get her back. I made a promise, remember?”

You smiled weakly at him. “You did.”

And he always kept his promises. No matter the cost.

› four, double dare

After that night, everything changed.

It became increasingly difficult to go back home to your fiancé. One, because you liked him even less than you ever did. Two, because of the burden you felt from cheating on him. And three, because every second you spent away from Jeonghan was miserable to you. 

Granted, you could not remember when the last amicable time was spent with your fiancé. And the weight of infidelity you felt was because you never thought you would cross that line. Even if Hyunjun probably did not care, it felt dirty.

But everything you could think about was that night with Jeonghan. The morning after you slept together, you spent it pressed against his body, barely even stopping to have breakfast. And when it was time to get ready to go, you nearly cried from thinking that this would be a one-time thing.

“Why do you look like that?” Jeonghan had asked, using two fingers under your jaw to lift your face to his view. “What’s happening?”

“I don’t want to go,” you replied, your voice thickening.

A light frown showed on his face. “It’s temporary, baby,” he muttered, gently cupping your face. “When this is all over, you won’t have to leave, you can stay here.”

“Really?” you whispered.

“Did you think that I’d let you go that easily?” he asked with a soft tone. “Sweetheart, how do I make you believe that I want you?”

It was an understatement to say it was hard for you to even concentrate. Your every thought was riddled with memories of him, fantasies of you kissing him again.

You had stopped blaming that first kiss with Jeonghan on your vulnerability. It became clear to you that you had wanted to kiss him way before he even made an advance to you.

Every time your phone buzzed, your heart gave a leap, thinking it was some development, some notice that you would see Jeonghan soon. But days went by, and you did not even get so much as a text message.

Being an informant also meant that you had very little contact with Jeonghan. Assuming that you had to keep your role, you waited. And continued playing the fool.

Hyunjun suspected nothing about your affair, or about you being an informant. Though he was still weary of you and still felt like you wanted to call off the engagement, he never brought the topic to the table.

So you carried on with the plan. You gathered whatever information you could get, played dumb, and got back to Jeonghan.

Sometimes, you would have the opportunity to stay with him, sometimes you would have to settle for some hours. Either way, Jeonghan and you would get the most out of the time you had. You could not get enough of him, and he could not get enough of you.

Weeks turned into months, and soon you entered spring. And even though some time had passed, your affair with Jeonghan was still exciting. And dangerous.

You were sitting on the sofa, reading a book, a finger toying with the corner of the page you were pretending to read.

Hyunjun was handling some business on the phone on the other side of the living room, aloof to your scrutiny. Each sentence he spoke was direct and brief, but as you put them all together, you could tell that Jeonghan’s last move had rattled some of his plans. And stolen a lot of money’s worth of shipment.

Hyunjun was almost cornered. But in that, it also meant that your father’s empire was crumbling too. All your fiancé did was handle your father’s money, and his clients, it was your father’s network, his money, his men.

And by being the sole child, everything was yours by right.

You sighed in faux boredom, looking at your book. Hyunjun shot you a look that you were already expecting and ended his call, pocketing his phone.

“Honey,” he called flatly, making you draw your gaze at him.

“Yes?” you replied sweetly, your tummy tightening upon the action.

Hyunjun walked towards you in the living room, taking the book from your hands once he was standing in front of you. He crouched, so he could look eye to eye with you.

“I was thinking… I don’t want to wait any longer… we should get married,” he said, blinking twice before the corners of his lips pulled in a smile.

Several seconds went on. The wind had been knocked out of you, which served as a good reaction that passed for genuine shock. You opened your mouth, heart palpitating in your throat before you made your choice.

“Oh my god!” you squealed, trying to sound as excited as humanly possible. But everything inside you roared in rage. “Yes, oh my god, yes!”

You knew this day would come.

“Next week?” he muttered, his eyes shining with something you could not quite place. It was not love, it was not sweetness.

It was a man who had finally caught his prey.

“Of course!” your limbs reacted too, managing to wrap his shoulders in a hug, instead of kissing him. Once hiding on his shoulder, your worries came in, shaking in fear and worry. “I waited so long for this…”

When his hands touched your back, it took everything in you not to recoil instantly. “Me too, honey, me too…”

“You should do it,” Jeonghan stated coldly, crossing his arms over his chest, looking fixedly at the table he was standing by.

Your heart fell to your tummy. “But I just told you I don’t want to,” you muttered.

“It’s the smart thing to do,” he said, sighing heavily as he placed both hands on the table, leaning over it and crossing one foot. “Did you agree to do it next week?”

You bit your lower lip, dropping your gaze to the concrete floor before nodding your head silently.

Jeonghan had many hide-outs spread all around the country. The hideout you were in now was a hangar. It was private and had been given an abandoned appearance deliberately. It had everything you would expect to see in a hangar, cargo equipment, old aircraft parts, heavy tooling, and a nice little plane parked off to the side.

The only sources of light were a pair of industrial lights by the table. And some lanterns were placed by the large doors to the hangar, where you could see Wonwoo’s shadow pacing back and forth before the entrance.

You were not alone with Jeonghan. Seungcheol was also pacing in circles, but he was doing so behind Jeonghan, who was still fixating on some floor plans laid on the table.

“We need to act,” Seungcheol gritted, coming to Jeonghan’s side. “We have less than a week to attack then.”

Jeonghan shook his head. “It’s too soon,” he sent you a look that drained all blood from your face. “He knows.”

“He knows what?” Seungcheol spat. “If he knew, then we would be aware,” then he looked at you. “Hyunjun doesn’t know about you informing us, right?”

“I’m not talking about that,” Jeonghan muttered, crestfallen.

“Jeonghan, I don’t think he knows,” you said, but the man was not hearing, he was falling into a self-induced paranoia. 

“He knows about us,” he said and even though the statement was something you were dreading to hear, he spoke it softly.

You went around the large table, standing at his side. “I’d be locked up if he did,” you stammered, trying to draw his gaze back to you. “Think about it, Jeonghan, he is asking me to marry him. He’s playing a game.”

That made him lift his head, his eyes finding yours. “What game do you think he’s playing?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “But my guess is that he’s after whatever position of power my family will give him. He’s after my dad’s name.”

“Makes sense,” he said but he was not thoroughly convinced. “Do you think he’s planning on getting rid of him?”

“The man can barely talk but Hyunjun still obeys him,” you mumbled, looking at him for any signs that he was coming back from his panic attack.

“Okay, we can work with that,” Seungcheol sighed, placing his hands on the table as well.

Jeonghan seemed to be snapping out of it, his eyes reading your face over and over. “Marry him,” he blurted.

“What?!” you exclaimed. 

“What?” Seungcheol questioned, huffing when neither Jeonghan nor you said anything, just stared at each other.

“Go on with the wedding,” he said dejectedly, standing up straight, as he would treat regular business. “That way we’ll know when and where he will be, surrounded by all his men. We’ll have the bastard cornered. We could even wait until the guests leave, then we got him.”

“You’re seriously not using me as bait,” you gritted, tears stinging in your eyes from the rage that quickly started building up.

Seungcheol looked astounded too, as though he also had not expected Jeonghan to say this, to form this kind of plan. “Fuck, this is insane,” he breathed, standing back from the table, running a hand through his hair exasperatedly.

“Do you think I’d let you in on this plan if I didn’t know you’d be safe?” he asked in a dangerously low tone. “Do you seriously think I’d be stupid enough to put you in danger?”

“What about the part I marry that fucking lunatic?” you raised your voice, stepping closer to him, making him take a step back from the table. “Did you think about that?”

Seungcheol went completely still, looking at your exchange with Jeonghan. You were sure that Wonwoo and Mingyu had stopped their patrolling to hear from afar. In the very tight-knit circle that Jeonghan had crafted, you were the only one that dared speak to Jeonghan like that, not because they feared him, no.

They simply held him in too much esteem to even talk to him in a condescending way.

“Do you think I fucking want this?” he gritted back darkly.

“Well, yeah! I don’t see you having a hard time telling me to marry him!” you shouted back, limbs trembling in rage and despair.

Jeonghan ran a hand all over his face, muffling a short sigh. “You can’t ask me to have him killed if you’re not willing to do something to–,”

“I go back to him every fucking night, Jeonghan!” your voice was becoming raw from raising it. “I sleep in his bed, I pretend I like him! I can’t be his wife!”

“It’ll be for five fucking minutes!” he said, not quite screaming but his voice was harsh. Harsher than you had ever heard him speak.

“I don’t want to marry him!” you said exasperatedly, throwing your hands at your sides.

“I need him distracted, vulnerable. I need him surrounded by all of his men and far away from the docks. I need everyone in that wedding to believe that you were on his side,” his eyes shone with a madness that if you had been smarter you would have avoided.

“I can’t do it,” you said in a mere whisper. “Please, don’t make me do it.”

“Fuck,” he gritted, scrunching his face in annoyance, he turned away from you, cradling the back of his head with his hands. “Fuck!”

Seungcheol sighed heavily, but in his face there was something written that clearly said, I don’t have anything to do with this. He turned away, raising his hands as he excused himself from the conversation between you and Jeonghan and walked off to the entrance, where the other two men were still snooping. 

Jeonghan turned back to you, still pissed off by the darkness in his eyes, his brow deeply furrowed. Every step he took toward you brought a dull heaviness that made you swallow hard.

“Go on with the wedding, we’ll stop it before it’s over,” he said, tightening his jaws, delivering the next words in that same dejected manner: “You won’t be his wife.”

You could feel the loud thumping of your heart dying down little by little, but your breathing remained erratic, looking at him in utter disbelief. “You bastard,” you hissed, pointing at his face with one finger. “You would have me married to him!”

“He’ll die that night,” he put in simply, clearly not understanding what your complaint was.

“You–,” you gritted, smacking your hands on his chest in a fit of rage. “You’re just like him! You’re all the fucking same!”

“Stop, stop it!” he hissed, grabbing you by the wrists, stopping your feeble attack at once, and pulling you into his chest. “We need to play into his game, like it or now. What if he really suspects about us? What if he already knows that it’s me you’re having an affair with?”

“What if he doesn’t?” you asked, your tone dropping to a mere whisper. “What if this is just him trying to exert power over me? To own me more than he already does?”

Jeonghan went rigid, gritting his teeth as he let out a breath through his nose to calm himself. “He doesn’t own you.”

“He does, Jeonghan,” you argued. “My name is the last thing he’ll have. I won’t allow it.”

At that, he freed his grip on your wrists, but he did not step back. “Fine,” he breathed, clearing his throat once. “I won’t let it happen.”

“I’ll play along during the ceremony, but I won’t say yes,” you conditioned, feeling more at ease once he conceded to you. 

Jeonghan closed his eyes briefly, his eyelids fluttering as he released a sigh of resignation. “You know I don’t want you to do this,” he muttered reluctantly. “You know I’d fucking kill him tonight if there wasn’t so much to lose.”

“Don’t expect me to agree to do things I don’t want,” you replied, the weight of your reaction finally falling on your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve–I don’t know what I was thinking, I’m just–, I can’t stop thinking that he knows,” he stammered, blinking utter obfuscation.

“I know,” you whispered.

“I just want to get this over with,” he muttered tiredly, much as if it had drained him to argue with you. And you knew that it was likely, as your body came down from the stress of fighting with him, your limbs grew heavy.

“Trust me, me too,” you dared lifting a hand and cupping the side of his neck. “Listen, when this is all over, we could go somewhere for a while, to forget about this, yeah?”

Jeonghan smiled lazily at you. “You’re not mad at me anymore?” he quipped mischievously.

“Oh, you’re not off the hook yet,” you pointed, giggling shamefully. “I’m still mad, but I will let it slide for now.”

“Mmn,” he hummed pensively, cupping the back of your head, fingers tangling with your hair as he pulled you into a feather-light kiss. “We could go to London,” he muttered. “Or Barcelona.”

“I’d like that,” you whispered into his lips.

“You could take your anger out on me then,” he mumbled, giving you quick heated kisses.

“What about you?” you asked with a low hum as his hand clutched at your waist. “Are you still mad at me?”

“Absolutely,” he said under his breath, even though the sound came ragged, you could feel the smirk spreading on his lips slowly. “Raising your voice at me, hitting me, saying I’m the same as him… You’re in big trouble.”

“Am I?” you challenged, enjoying that glint in his eyes when you pulled back. “You know I didn’t mean that last part,” you said sheepishly. “I was just mad.”

“I like it when you’re mad,” he grunted, his arm sliding on the small of your back to pull you in closer to his body. “I’m afraid I like it a little too much.”

“Seriously?” you giggled, shaking your head at him. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you like getting on my nerves,” he muttered, kissing you so obsessively that you hummed, trying to pull away from his continuous kisses.

“Jeonghan,” you mumbled, muffling out a short gasp when he started kissing you deeper.

“What?” he replied aloofly.

“There are people in here,” you gasped, pushing a hand on his chest, breaking away from his lips with great reluctance.

“I really don’t care. Do you?” he challenged, grabbing your face with one hand, and squeezing your cheeks a little.

“Jeonghan!” you squealed, giggling in his mouth as his hands slipped on your waist pushing you against the side of the table, your lower back firmly pressed against it.

“What?” he spat now, but you knew he was just challenging you with his tone, his dark eyes piercing your face.

“They’re watching,” you whispered, motioning to the men standing by the entrance to the hangar.

“And?”

At that, you knew you had nothing to say. In the short time you had come to know Jeonghan, you knew he did not give a flying fuck about what people said about him. And he knew that no one would even bat an eye if he decided to take you right there on the table. It was nothing foreign to him, or you now that you were his.

“Do you mind that they’re watching baby?” he asked softly, his hand sliding from your lower back to your waist, squeezing you gently. “You did not have anything to say when we did this back at the workshop…”

You giggled in his mouth when he pressed a chaste kiss on yours.

“Or at the old factory…” he husked, pressing a wet kiss on the underside of your jaw. “Or in the garage…”

And he could go on and on.

You closed your eyes, tilting your head to one side so he could continue marking your neck with his kisses.

“I hate fighting with you,” he confessed, his voice low in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “You know that. But you love arguing with me.”

“I don’t,” you breathed, excitement building up in the pit of your stomach, making your fingers tremble in nervousness.

“Don’t lie. You love to rattle me, I think you like to see me mad,” he said, cupping your cheek with one hand to command your gaze to his.

Jeonghan was a different person whenever he got mad. Whenever he was working, he was cold and calculated. Whenever he was with you, he was sweet and caring. But sometimes, you did not know what to expect.

But the truth was, you also liked it when he was mad. Only after the conflict dies down or is resolved, is when you think of how strangely alluring he is whenever he is angry at something.

And Jeonghan knew. 

“Only sometimes,” you replied, flustered by his kisses.

“Mmn, yeah I know,” he said, pressing more kisses on your neck again.

Jeonghan tugged at the hem of the neck of your blouse to uncover more of your skin. He leaned down to kiss your collarbones, humming delightfully when in the process he got the smell of your perfume.

“Jeonghan,” you sighed, closing your eyes when his hands came to cup your breasts, enjoying that your bralette allowed him to feel your nipples over the fabric.

“What?” he answered, lifting his head to be eye to eye with you.

You gaped at him for a second, burning under your skin. “Are you going to punish me?”

“Mmm, maybe,” he taunted, a wolfish grin slowly tugging his lips. “Do you want it, baby?” he asked, his tone dropping to a sweeter one.

You bit your lip, nodding your head dumbly.

An airy giggle was muffled in your mouth as he leaned to kiss you, moving down to your ear. “You’re such a needy girl,” he rasped, against your skin, making it prickle. “Open your mouth.”

He cupped your jaw in his palm, his fingers digging into your cheeks as he leaned closer to spit on your open mouth. His warm spit landed perfectly on your tongue, nearly making you swallow as an instinct.

Blushing, you looked at him with your mouth hanging open, waiting for his command. He released your jaw, but you did not dare to close your mouth. Jeonghan smiled at this, knowing that you would wait until he permitted you to do so.

“Close it,” he said, and you did what he asked, but did not swallow. His eyes shone with fascination, looking at you before he decided to let you swallow his spit. “Swallow, baby.”

When you did, he gave you a rewarding kiss, but you knew that the punishment had just begun. “Tell me what you did wrong.”

“I talked down to you,” you replied, squirming slightly when his hands grabbed you by the waist.

“What else?”

“I yelled at you,” you added airily. His hands went down to your hips, going underneath your skirt to feel your thighs, cupping your ass over your tights with a low grunt from him.

“There’s more.”  

You hummed shortly, cupping his nape with one hand, the other clinging onto his shoulder as he groped your ass, kissing your neck. “I hit you. I cursed at you,” you mumbled, feeling hot in the face when you heard hushed voices in the distance.

“There’s one more,” he husked, ignoring that you were both being on open sight.

“I compared you to him,” you stammered. “I said you were just like him…”

“Am I?” he asked, grabbing your hips to turn you around.

“No,” you said, leaning over the table as his hand pressed on your back, the other hiking your skirt up. You crossed your arms beneath your head, hiding your face away from the men that clearly saw Jeonghan bending you over the table.

“I didn’t hear that,” he muttered gruffly.

“You’re not like him,” you said louder, gasping pathetically when you felt his fingers pinching the flimsy material of your tights, ripping a hole into them easily. “I said it to spite you.”

The slap resounded all around you, followed by your yelp. Jeonghan caressed your ass where he just had delivered a firm spank. You muffled a moan when he gave you a second spank, making you ball your hands into fists.

Jeonghan enjoyed this. He liked to take you whenever and wherever he pleased, he did not care if there was someone around, as long as you were in on it too. He liked to see how far you could go with him, and so far, you had never said no.

You enjoyed this just as much as he did.

“Do you like that, sweetheart?” he asked gruffly, giving you another spank that sounded even louder than the other two, this one hurt so bad it had tears brimming in your eyes.

But you just burned for more. “Yes,” you mumbled lewdly. Your skin was hot, tingling, and sore. You felt your arousal starting to pool in your panties.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir,” you replied.

“Good girl,” he sighed, bringing his hand down on your ass again.

“God,” you coiled your fingers tighter, moaning when his hand caressed your sore area.

“What do you want, baby?” he asked with a lazy tone, caressing your skin lovingly with one hand, while the other kept your skirt up.

“I need you,” you drawled at once, your cheeks radiating with embarrassment that you did not even want to be worked up. “Don’t play with me... please, sir.”

Jeonghan laughed, making you bite the inside of your cheek and close your eyes. “I’m just getting started,” he sighed, tearing the hole in your tights further. “Want my cock already?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, covering your face with your forearms. “Want it so bad… ngh–,”

His fingers prodded in the middle part of your panties. A flashing thought told you that he might just rip them in two, but instead, he gently moved them aside, using two fingertips to rub your entrance.

“Mmn, baby this got you so wet,” he sighed, pushing his fingers inside you, eliciting a raw moan out of you, so loud that you were sure now that everyone was fully aware of what Jeonghan was doing to you if they were not before.

“Please…” you drawled, squishing your cheek on the table closing your eyes to focus on his long fingers massaging your walls. “I need your cock so bad. Please, sir.”

“Mmn,” he hummed, causing wet sounds to come from the thrusts of his fingers inside you.

Your face was blazing hot, to the point you felt the tips of your ears pulsating with warmth too. “Please, Jeonghan… I’ll be good, please. I won’t talk to you like that again.”

“Why should I believe you this time, baby?” he asked with a soft tone. “I remember punishing you for that exact thing last time.”

“I’ll let you… I’ll let you breed me.”

His fingers stilled inside you, and you heard a soft sigh that made you think that he was smiling. “Fuck… fuck, baby,” he let out a raspy chuckle.

You turned your head over your shoulder, sending him a meek look as he undid the button of his jeans with one hand, while he pulled his fingers out of you, taking them onto his mouth to lick your arousal off.

In quick succession, he moved the zipper of his pants down, pulling his cock out. A shudder flashed all over your body when you noticed the precum smeared on his reddened cockhead, he was fully hard for you.

“You’re not winning this time,” he rasped, placing a hand on the small of your back before he began pushing his cock inside you.

Your jaw went slack, a raw moan spilling from deep within you as his cock stretched your walls open. “Fuck, Jeonghan,” you mewled lewdly.

He sheathed himself inside you with a guttural moan, your walls throbbing around him as he pulled back slightly, and pushed in, thrusting shallowly inside you. “So fucking tight,” he sighed blissfully, closing his eyes.

“Jeonghan!” you urged lewdly, trying to get him to understand that you needed him to fuck you harder, faster.

“Shut up,” he snarled. “You don’t get to make demands,” he said, pleased that he was in control, making you utterly his.

You gasped, pushing yourself with your hands on the table to try and meet his hips with your own.

But Jeonghan stopped your plan at once, bringing his hand on your ass with a harsh spank. “Stop that,” he ordered. “Be a good slut for me and behave,” he said darkly.

“Please,” you sighed, pressing your forehead on the table. “Faster…”

“You’ll take what I give you,” he said, pushing his hips against slowly, his hips meeting your ass passionately as if he wanted to explore your walls with his cock inch by inch.

You imagined what the other guys in the hangar would think of this. Were they watching? Would they get turned on? You sneaked a look at the three figures standing by the entrance. They were pretending to be busy with something else, chatting with each other.

Jeonghan noticed where your gaze wandered to. A hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you in, so you were now standing up, back arched for his powerful thrusts. You whimpered at the change, feeling his cock hit a glorious spot inside you and kept ramming in on you.

“Jeonghan,” you choked out, barely even making out his name.

“Do you like that they’re watching you?” he asked, nudging the tip of his nose below your earlobe. “Eh? Do you like that they can hear how fucking wet your pussy is?”

You let out a shaky moan, grabbing his hand that was circling your neck, keeping you up as he delivered more powerful thrusts inside you. Feeling him raw, hard, and ramming fast inside you made you so horny you felt like crying. You wanted him so bad, and the mere thought that he had no intentions of stopping, or to come on your skin made you irrational, animalistic.

“Yeah,” you mewled, holding onto the table with your other hand.

The hard and fast manner in which he plowed on you was making your body bump into the table in front of you, making it squeak.

Seungcheol raised his gaze swiftly at you and quickly drew it elsewhere, the unwilled act of making eye contact with him drove you to moan louder, your pussy walls clamping down on him.

“Fuck, baby,” Jeonghan sighed blissfully in your ear. “Such a needy slut for me, so good.”

You nodded your head dumbly.

“You’re mine,” he growled, pushing his hips sloppily against your ass, the sound of his skin slapping against yours resounding across the place. “I’m gonna knock you up. Make you mine forever.”

“God, yes, yes, Jeonghan,” you gasped, arching your back more for his thrusts.

“I’m gonna put a baby in you… gonna be so round and pretty with our baby,” he said, his voice waning under so much pleasure and that mad frenzy he got into whenever he even thought about knocking you up.

“Please, please, please, ah—gah!” you moaned loudly, now drawing Mingyu’s gaze your way, then making him lower his face in utter shame.

“Keep watching them,” he ordered in your ear, thrusting hard and fast, and you knew it was only a matter of time before he made you his forever… before he would spill his seed inside you. “I want them to see how good you are for me.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay,” you said languidly, looking at the men pretending to pace from one side to another on their perimeter patrol. Wonwoo was the only one that had not looked your way, but you were completely sure that he was aware that you were being fucked by Jeonghan.

“Good girl,” he sighed, releasing his grip on your neck to slip it underneath your bralette to cup your tits with a raw moan. “That’s what you are, a good fucking girl for me.”

You grew more and more embarrassed, but you could not stop watching them, fishing for more reactions. None of them dared to look at you again, but from the looks they exchanged with each other, you could tell that your loud noises had rattled them.

“Jeonghan…” you called breathily.

“Sshhh,” he placed a sweet kiss under your earlobe, his hand slipping down to your tummy. “I’m gonna come, and you’re going to take it all. I’m gonna make you a mommy.”

“Please, I wanna come too,” you said, turning your head so you could see his face. “Please?”

Jeonghan showed you a light smirk, he looked tired and overwhelmed with pleasure. “That’s too bad, sweetheart. You’re not coming tonight.”

“Bu-but Jeonghan–,”

“Sssh,” he brought a hand to your cheek, giving you a chaste kiss, gasping softly before placing his forehead on your shoulder. “I’m coming—, god, baby, fuck. Fuuuck.”

“Hannie,” you uttered your last plea, but you knew it was too late.

“You’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine…” he gasped, over and over, as he pressed his hand flatly on your tummy, pushing his hips languidly against your ass, spilling ropes of cum inside you.

You knew by the amount of sloppy thrusts he gave you that he came a lot inside you. You moaned at the thought of him coming inside you, painting your walls with his cum, repeating obsessively that you were his, no one else’s.

Jeonghan breathed raggedly on your shoulder, keeping his hand on your tummy for long enough until he started rubbing small circles with the pad of his thumb. He slowly raised his head, placing a small kiss on your shoulder over your clothes, then on your bare neck, then on your cheek.

“My pretty girl, you drive me insane,” he rasped, sighing a giggle.

“I’m sorry,” you drawled lazily, turning again so you could see his beautiful eyes.

“No, you’re not,” he cooed at you, his smile growing wider. “I know you. I know you’re not sorry.”

You giggled with him, instantly being swarmed by a fluttering feeling deep within your gut.

Jeonghan stilled, his smile starting to disappear little by little. The corner of his mouth twitched, and his eyes roamed all over your features. He pulled out of you then, his fingers swiftly placing your panties back in place to keep his cum from spilling out down your legs.

“I’ll take you home,” he decided coldly, tucking himself back into his pants at once.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you muttered, confused by his sudden change, by the dejectedness in which he had started to handle himself.

“No, no arguing with me on this one,” he said with a finality in his demeanor that made you know he was not going to take more of your retorts.

“Fine,” you huffed, fixing your clothes with a pout on your face.

“What?” he arched one eyebrow.

“You could’ve at least let me come.”

Jeonghan’s face broke into a smile, tipping his head back to laugh out loud. “You asked me to punish you,” he shrugged.

You climbed onto the passenger seat of Jeonghan’s big SUV with a sigh, fixing the folds of your pretty skirt.

“Hey,” Jeonghan held your door open with one hand, stopping you from closing it. “Baby, look at me,” he said.

Your tummy fluttered upon hearing the sweet tone he used with you. “Yes?”

Jeonghan leaned inside the car and over you, sneaking two fingers beneath your jaw. “You know I would never put you in harm’s way, right?” he asked, and you could see on his face how much that question had messed him up. He drew his eyebrows in, and you saw a glint in his eyes you had never seen on him.

“Yeah,” you said, lifting a hand to his cheek, feeling sick for making him think that he was the same as your fiancé. “I know, babe.”

Jeonghan pressed his forehead against yours, nudging the tip of your nose with his own. “We’re almost there, sweetheart. We are so close to ending all of this,” he muttered. “Then it’ll be just you and me…”

“I know. And I know this stresses you out. But please, try to be more considerate,” you replied with a small smile that he felt as he pressed his lips against yours.

He giggled softly. “Alright,” he conceded with a raspy voice, pressing more kisses on your lips. “I’ll be more considerate. Just because my favorite girl asks.”

“Ah, favorite girl?” you backed off a little to show him an impish smile. “Does that mean you have other girls?”

Jeonghan rolled his eyes, but you could tell he was amused. “Yes. Many.”

“Mm, I’m falling behind. I should get other boys, then,” you giggled.

“Shut up,” he sighed, bringing you to his face to kiss you more. “So annoying.”

 You let out a louder cackle, making his eyes shine with that fascination he never failed to show whenever you laughed with him.

Jeonghan went still ever so softly in front of you. He was a man who was completely enamored with his job You knew that his yearning for crime was greater than anything else in his life.

But at that moment, you felt how deeply he felt about you. The way he looked at you, was unmistakable, Yoon Jeonghan was in love. But you also knew it would be hard for him to say it out loud. You were becoming his weakness, so you weren't surprised to see fear in his gaze as well.

That is why you could not bring yourself to say it either. Your love for him was so strong, so passionate that it scared you.

“Boss.”

Jeonghan stood up straight, turning his head over his shoulder to see Jeon Wonwoo approaching with a cautious step. “Sorry to interrupt,” he said, motioning a hand before tucking it to his back. “But I think I found it. I found the warehouse.”

“Are you sure this time?”

Wonwoo nodded once. “Positive. I just got a confirmation from my guy, and it seems that there’s going to be a buyout in two hours.”

“Get the boys, tell them to get ready,” Jeonghan ordered without a second thought. “I’ll be back here in half an hour to cover the essentials.”

“Yes, boss,” Wonwoo nodded once again, walking away promptly.

Jeonghan said nothing else to you, closing the passenger door to go around the car, slipping on the driver seat, and turning the engine on swiftly. “Let’s get you home.”

“What was that about?” you asked with genuine curiosity.

“Wonwoo has been looking for your sister. He thinks he just found her,” he said with an aloof manner as he focused on backing up the car to then put it on Drive, his hand resting on the stick for some seconds before switching to palm your thigh gently. “I’m going with them to stake it out later tonight.”

“Will you be safe?” you asked sweetly at him, grabbing his hand on your thigh, and lacing your fingers with his.

“Course I will,” he replied warmly.

When you got back to your apartment, you decided to clean up at once. One, you had to eliminate all traces that Jeonghan fucked you. So you trashed your ruined tights and your panties. And then you took a long shower, thinking of what Jeonghan told you before dropping you off.

You were towel drying your hair, dragging yourself on your slippers and a robe to the living room where you stopped short at the sight of your fiancé. “Oh, hi honey,” you blurted nervously. “How are you?” you asked with an overly sweet tone. But as he approached, you noticed that he was getting ready to head out again. “Are you busy tonight?”

“Yeah,” he replied distractedly, approaching you to place a swift kiss on your mouth, which you were too surprised to reciprocate. “I was heading out to check on some deliveries and then I wanted us to grab dinner. So, get changed. We’re heading out in five minutes.”

Some moments later, you sat on one side of the backseat of a car. Both you and Hyunjun kept silent as the chauffeur drove you to a large warehouse near the docks of the city. You looked at your fiancé curiously.

“Stay here,” he had instructed before exiting the car. And you were smart and did the right thing. For about five minutes.

The warehouse stored columns upon columns of cement bags piled on each other. They looked like small buildings as you carefully treaded your way in search of your fiancé. He already believed that you were a complete fool, so you could explore here and come up with some lame excuse if he found you. And at the same time, you would gather intel for Jeonghan. What kind of business would Hyunjun have here?  

It was an odd place, that was for sure. But you knew what kind of places gangs usually did their buyouts. This was not weird for you. So you let your intuition win and guide you, leading you down a hall full of doors. You opened them one by one, finding empty rooms. Until you opened one that did not.

Kiki was lying on a dirty old couch. She looked like she had moved in a long time. Her face was hidden beneath a cushion. You felt nauseous, heart racing in your chest as you rushed to the couch, dropping to your knees to try and turn her body over.

She was cold and frail. There was dirt collecting on her cheeks and you could see tears had dried on her skin. Her lips were chapped, and there was a bruise on one of her bony cheekbones.

“Kiki?” you whispered, using your trembling fingers to touch her, but you were so afraid to do so. “Kiki, it’s me. Wake up.”

You started crying, she was in such a frail state your mind started racing, fearing for the worst. But you had to calm yourself down, you had to act quickly for her. So you brought one finger under her nose, by her lips. And waited.

The hairs of your finger bristled when she let out the softest exhale. You checked your surroundings before deciding you would get her out of there, right there and then.

A chill ran down your spine when you tried cradling her weak body in your arms. Not because you could not do it, but because it came easily to you, being that she was so light.

Your heart pounded in your ears as you moved through the hall full of different doors, making your way out as quietly as possible, not drawing the attention of anyone, let alone your unassuming fiancé.

But that was until the first unmistakable sound of gunshots crossed the air. You stopped your escape cold, a wave of cold washing over you when you realized something. This was the warehouse Wonwoo had mentioned. Why were you here? Why had Hyunjun brought you here?

More gunshots were fired, a tumultuous happening in the distance. You took a few steps, glancing down the hallway. The warehouse esplanade was crammed with towers of cement-lined bags. The first column served as a good hiding place while you looked for a way out, so you decided to move quickly.

Carefully, you crouched to your knees, Kiki still unconscious in your arms. Panting, you took the chance to glance again, finding your fiancé’s man unconscious on the ground. It was as if there was no space in your brain to worry about anything else, all focus was on getting Kiki out of there.

But… where is Hyunjun? It was just a fleeting thought. Maybe you could drag Kiki to the nearest SUV. Maybe you would be lucky enough to find the keys stashed somewhere. Maybe you could wait until the gunfire stops.

“Sister?”

You dropped your knees on the ground for support, looking at your sister’s face. She opened her eyes weakly, your chest tightening when you saw how dead they were. Vacant, like a lifeless doll.

“Yes, Kiki. It’s me,” you cooed softly, ignoring the loud banging around you, the screaming.

“Is this real?”

Tears spilled from your eyes quickly, making you sniffle. “Yes. Yes, sweetie, this is real,” you replied sadly.

She gave you no reply, and you realized she was drifting away again. You needed to act now, you needed to find the nearest hospital. You needed to save her.

And in your hurry to get her to safety, you got more reckless.

Quickly, an idea formed in your head. You could get Kiki to one of the cars. You just needed a clear way out of the warehouse without being hit.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

There was a sinking feeling inside you as you lifted your head to look at Seungcheol. At seeing your startled reaction, he lifted his palms onto view.

“Easy,” he warned, approaching you carefully to not draw any attention. “Is she alive?”

“Yeah,” you panted, saying the next words in a quick slurry mess. “Hyunjun brought me here, I don’t know why. Told me to wait in the car. But I just got a hunch that she’d be here.”

“Fuck,” he said under his breath. But he crouched in front of you, a darkness in his gaze that had your gut twisting tighter. “Hyunjun is dead.”

There is nothing that could compare to the relief that washed over you when you heard those words. But you also felt a heavy guilt falling upon you. Seungcheol looked worried, not like a man who just won a war.

“That… that’s good, isn’t it?” you stuttered.

“Listen carefully,” he said, his shifty gaze not quite focusing on you. “I’m going to take your sister into one of the vans and then I’ll come back for you, you hear me?”

You frowned confusedly. “What’s happening, Seungcheol? Where is Jeonghan?”

“Hyunjun got betrayed by his men,” he said, and then you understood the burden of the situation. “He got betrayed by your dad’s men.”

“C-could my dad have done this?” you asked dumbly. “I don’t get it.”

“I don’t know, we don’t know. He was dead before Jeonghan could even get to him,” he blurted uncontrollably, he was shaking. “Chances are that this is a sting op because half of the people out there are also cops.”

“What?” your chest tightened painfully. “Jeonghan is here?”

“There’s no time for that right now,” he said, grabbing your sister’s limp body from your grasp. “Stay hidden. I’ll come back for you.”

It had become hard to breathe. The feeling twisting your guts made you recoil back against the hard column behind you, trying to hug limbs to keep yourself out of sight.

The commotion kept on going, screams, grunts, gunshots. But you could not pay attention to that, you wanted to cover your ears, but at the same time, you needed to remain alert. You could tell that people were approaching your hiding place, and you made a motion to gather yourself to start running.

But the man came in front of your view before you could even stand up, pointing a gun at you, you made a move to crawl away, to move out of the way. He fired once, twice, the latter hitting you in the small of your back, the bullet penetrating you making your muscles contract and grow hot.

You felt confused the first second. You slumped down on the ground, then you tried to press a hand on your tummy. It was then that you felt the searing-hot pain.

Confused still, you lifted your gaze to see the man that just shot you. He was lying dead on the ground, a knife lodged in his bleeding neck.

You felt limp, your head lolling to one side before your body also dropped to the ground. A tall figure approached you fast, it was Seungcheol. He said he would come back to you.

“No, no, no, no,” he muttered, grabbing your body, and swiftly lifting you. “Stay with me, stay with me,” he said louder.

“Jeonghan,” you muttered drowsily, still feeling an echo of confusion invading your brain.

“He’s on his way back to the hangar. We’re going there,” he informed you promptly, knowing that the worry would kill you before the wide-open wound on your belly.  

“And Kiki?”

“She’s fine, we’re getting you both out of here,” Seungcheol said as he placed you in the back seat of the car, then barked some orders to someone nearby. “Get inside now.”

Kim Mingyu climbed on the back seat of the car, the deep frown on his face going lax once he took one look at you. “Fuck, she’s bleeding,” he said, looking at Seungcheol who was just closing the door to his side.

“Help her,” he ordered, driving away at full speed.

“What happened?” he asked with a worried tone, the man who was all muscle and cunning was breaking down in front of your eyes.

“She got shot,” Seungcheol gritted, sending a look through the rearview mirror. “Don’t let her pass out.”

“Let’s get you on your back,” Mingyu said, motioning over to his lap where you automatically let your head drop, lying across the back seat. “I’m going to do something you won’t like, okay?”

Mingyu waited for no confirmation from your part, and pressed one of his large hands on your belly, right where the wound was.

You cried out loudly. “Fuck! It hurts, it hurts,” you stammered, tears springing out of your eyes immediately, you tried to back away, to free yourself from Mingyu’s grasp. But you were becoming weak, and the pain numbed the rest of your senses quickly.

“Does Jeonghan know?” Mingyu asked with a heavy tone, you could not make out his face between the shadows of the car.

There was a long moment before Seungcheol replied, and it was only one word burdened with a severity that you feared. “Yes.”

Mingyu cursed under his breath. “Bullet got through, she’s bleeding out quickly,” Mingyu informed loudly, keeping steady despite Seungcheol’s fast driving. “Is the doctor on the way?”

“Wonwoo’s already told Joshua to get to the hangar as soon as possible.”

“I know it hurts, but try not to move,” Mingyu muttered at you when you tried to get his hand off your belly.

You were a mess, squirming, crying, growing drowsy, babbling out nonsense.

Sooner than you had expected, the car was pulling up to the hangar. Seungcheol jumped out to get your body from the passenger’s seat. “Get the sister inside,” he ordered Mingyu as he carried you inside hurriedly.

You were neatly placed on a cold surface, squinting your eyes at a pale white light. You were in a small room, you spotted Seungcheol’s face, he was smeared with blood all over, a worried look plastered on him.

“Where is she?” you heard Jeonghan’s voice before you could even register where you were. Jeonghan came into view, looking so pale you thought he was sick.

“I’m alright,” you sighed weakly, your belly had stopped hurting, it just pulsated in between intervals. You knew you were trying to ease his worry, though it was futile, it was worth the try. “I’m okay.”

Jeonghan did not reply, approaching you with two big steps and started looking at the damage. “Give me a cloth, something to press on the wound,” he ordered and some seconds later, someone handed him what looked like a flannel shirt and started pressing on your belly again, making a drawn-out cry come out of you. “I’m sorry, baby, I have to do this.”

You gritted your teeth, breathing rapidly. “Jeonghan,” you called.

“You’re going to be okay, baby,” he spoke softly, and although your lucidity had started to wane, you knew he was worried for you. His eyes were teary, his eyebrows withdrawn, and his hands were shaking, pressed to your belly.

Your vision became blurry and bright, forcing you to close your heavy eyelids and swallow hard.

Not yet, not yet, not yet. You knew you were dying now. “Jeonghan,” you whispered, your jaw trembling slightly.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Jeonghan replied, still keeping his tone sweet for you. But he was heaving, looking at you with so much worry that you nearly broke down into tears.

But you were growing weaker by the second, you could feel your blood pooling on the table you were lying.

Jeonghan’s breathing became ragged, you knew he had started to cry. What you saw in his teary eyes was pure, and utter fear. “Baby?” he breathed.

“I’m cold,” you muttered weakly.

“Hold on,” he whispered shakily, tears brimming in his eyes as he leaned over your body, pressing with more strength on your tummy. “You’re going to be fine, help is coming.”

“Jeonghan,” you asked softly, pain had eased a while ago, you could only feel the muscles of your face, the rest of your body starting to grow numb. You took his wrist, but the man pressed harder at your tummy.

“Yes?” he breathed.

You blinked dumbly when warm tears fell on your face. “Let’s run away,” you whispered weakly.

“Where?” he muttered, his voice breaking as he sniffled quietly.

You did not reply, it was becoming harder to form thoughts, your mouth was numb, and you were sure you were drifting away now. Far away, you wanted to tell him. But never found the energy to do so.

“Where, baby?” he insisted, tears rolling down his cheeks. You wanted to tell him to stop crying, you hated to see him cry. “Baby? Please, please, talk to me, sweetheart. Don’t close your eyes, keep looking at me.”

You said nothing, and although you heard every word he said, you were finding it difficult to understand him. All you could think of was that you regretted not telling him you loved him. And now you were leaving him, and he would never know.

A gentle exhale came out of your mouth, you blinked one last time. Jeonghan’s tear-stained face was the last thing you saw before everything faded to black. But you could still hear the door bursting open, a dry voice telling Jeonghan it was time to go.

“No,” he gritted. “I’m not leaving her.”

“It’s now or never!” Seungcheol barked. “Jeonghan, they’re coming.”

A new set of hands took over. “She’s going to be fine. Step away, please, so I can get to work,” the new voice said with a calm tone.

“If she dies–,”

“If she dies, and they find you here, it’s over for all of us. If she survives and you stay here, it’s over for all of us including her.”

His cold hands released their grip on your body with a reluctance that you could feel even with your eyes closed. A ghostly kiss was placed on your forehead, it was quick, but you could make out his final promise.

“Wait for me, baby. We’ll find each other again,” he whispered.

And then you drifted to sleep.

› epilogue

The streets of the town were deserted.

Jeonghan made his way down the steep sidewalk as the dawn crept on the pavement. The sky was clear, the air felt nice, cold against his skin. As he approached the end of the street, the lake came into his view, making him notice the humidity in the atmosphere.

He cast a look over his shoulder, even though the only thing he could hear around him was the sound of his footsteps, the certainty was what he needed. Every morning, he went out to do some checkups, just to appease the paranoia in his head.

His hands got clammy as he approached the door, turning the handle quietly as to not make any noise, and pushed inside, tucking one hand behind his back.

“There you are, I was beginning to wonder,” you chirped softly, arching one eyebrow. “What do you have in there?”

Jeonghan bit down his lower lip, trying to conceal his smile as he showed you a big bouquet of fresh flowers he had hidden behind his back.

Your face fell in shock, making the man burst out chuckling. “What’s this? You got me flowers?”

He paced inside the tiny home, handing you the flowers. “Just because,” he said, planting a kiss on your forehead.

“Mmm, you’re in a good mood this morning,” you grinned, closing your eyes due to the proximity of his face to your own.

But you accepted the bouquet, running the pads of your fingers on one of the soft white petals.

“I’m just really lucky,” he muttered, swiftly reading your face, smiling at you.

“Babe,” you tilted your head in utter adoration for him, you lifted a hand to cup his face. “We’ve been through this. We’re fine, were safe.” 

Jeonghan took the hand from his cheek, planting a soft kiss on your palm, shaking his head slightly. “Being on the run with me isn’t fine,” he muttered with a pained look on his face. “You deserve a better life.”

In fact, you were laying low in a quiet town in a different country. You have had to start over again multiple times since you ran off with him. Jeonghan was implicated in the events that went down that night and he had to run away, leaving you behind.

Jeonghan kept his promise. Your sister was safe, and you could start from zero now.

The journey to finding him was not easy. It took you months to get even a sign of life from his part, and you knew he only wanted to make sure you were safe before he tried to seek you out.

It was even harder to convince him to come to where he was. But you waited, knowing that it would take him some time and insisting to concede.

You lowered the bouquet on the table, now using your other hand to brush his short hair back. “Hannie, don’t say that,” you whispered. “All I want is to be with you. I’m happy, and I’m safe.”

But you knew he was heavily ridden with guilt, feeling that it was his fault that you got shot and injured. And now that you had to be on the run with him, he felt like you were not living a worthy life.

He pushed his eyebrows in question, pouting softly. “Happy?”

You giggled at his expression, looking so innocent and cute. “The happiest,” you muttered, wrapping his neck with your arms.

His gaze relaxed once he heard your laugh, lifting a hand to pinch your chin as the other squeezed your waist. “I’ll make you even happier.”

You smiled as you pulled him into a kiss. “Thank you for the flowers. I love them,” you whispered. “I love you.”

“For my favorite girl,” he replied in kind. “I love you too, baby.”

“You know-”

“But you could stay here with me,” Jeonghan said with a heavy sigh. “What am I supposed to do? Sit here on my own? Be alone all day?”

“You’re so dramatic,” you groaned. “I can’t just be available whenever you want me to.”

Jeonghan let out an overdramatic groan and let his head fall back into the pillows.

“At least kiss me good bye,” he said. You sighed and walked over to the bed, where he laid his head down on the pillow his hair spread angelically around his head and his eyes closed. You rolled your eyes and just as you leaned down to kiss him he grabbed you by your shirt and pulled you down on top of him. You yelped in surprise as he pressed your lips together- The kiss hungry and greedy and you melted into it like the sucker you truly were for him. It only lasted a few seconds and it wasn’t long enough. Jeonghan pulled back and you were panting and red.

“Such a good girl,” he said sweetly. You grunted and pushed at his chest letting him fall back into the bed.

“You’re such a spoiled little princess.”

Jeonghan’s eyes fluttered open, and he sat up with a smile.

“A princess?”

You stood up straight, brushing off your clothes as if it would wipe away the shame at how badly you wanted Jeonghan to just take you right now.

“You missed where I said spoiled.”

Jeonghan laughed.

“Your own fault for spoiling me love.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I’m leaving,” you said bluntly.

“And I’ll just wait like Rapunzel in her tower.”

You regretted your every word.

“I hate you.”

Warnings: mention of alcohol, threesome, petnames (good girl, angel, sweetheart, baby), biting/marking, fingering, multiple orgasms, double penetration in one hole, double creampie, cheol doesn’t have abs, implied poly ending

Reader Notes: has a vagina and breasts, referred to as a girl, in a sorority, cums easily, gets lifted by cheol

Shit, you are not drunk enough for a frat party of this magnitude.

Unfortunately, considering that you’re volunteering early tomorrow and it would be hell if you were hungover, you don’t think you’ll drink anymore. Guys won’t stop asking if they can get you another drink and you’re getting tired of saying no, so you decide to head to the kitchen to refill your cup with soda. That should get them off your back, and you need a bit of an energy boost to withstand this party. You’re crossing the crowded living room to get to the kitchen when you spot Jeonghan and feel your heart stop. 

Fuck, you’re in trouble. 

You slept with him a week ago, and tonight, you were thinking of trying to hook up with him again. 

It was… transcendental for you, and you hope it was just as good for him. You wouldn’t know, because he never called. Sure, he doesn’t have your number, but considering your sorority house is neighboring his frat house, it wouldn’t have been hard for him to obtain it. If he wanted to, that is. 

You can only assume he didn’t, which puts a bit of a dent in your plans (and in your heart). You look away from him quickly, walking faster when you notice him push off of the wall he’s leaning against, his eyes on you and his mouth open like he’s about to call out your name. 

You enter the oddly empty kitchen before he can, and you’re in the process of digging through the cooler for a bottle of coke when he appears next to you. You feel him before you see him, one of his hands touching your elbow and offering you a soda from the fridge. How he knew what you wanted, you don’t know. 

“Hey,” he breathes, looking at you with slightly apprehensive eyes, like he’s not sure how he’ll be received. 

You take in a deep breath and force a smile, trying to appear unaffected. “Hey, Jeonghan.”

“I’m glad you’re here, I’ve really been wanting to talk to you,” he says, his hand slipping down from your elbow to tangle his fingers with yours. 

“I live right next door,” you remind him, pulling away to open the bottle and turning from him to fill your cup. 

Out of your view, he bites his lip, cringing at the little bit of hurt that seeps through your mask. 

“I know, and I’m sorry I didn’t reach out. There are… reasons. But still, you didn’t deserve that.”

“Can you tell me the reasons?” You ask curiously, already having accepted his apology in your mind. He sounded sincere, and fuck, you still want him. 

“They involve someone else, and I don’t want to-”

“He didn’t ask you out because I told him I wanted to,” a voice sounds from the doorway, making you jump and look over. 

Your eyes widen when you see who the voice belongs to, your heart pounding at the sight of Seungcheol. You dated in freshman year and he was your first real love, and when he broke up with you, you were devastated. 

He said he was too busy between the fraternity and rugby practice and classes, and while you believed him, you knew that no matter how busy you were, you’d still want to be with him. You’ve managed to avoid him till now, always going to different frats for parties and tailgates, until last week, of course. 

Some of your younger sisters begged you to go, saying they were scared to attend without you, and your protective side kicked in much to your detriment. 

Because at that party, you met Jeonghan, and slept with someone for the first time since Seungcheol, who wasn’t in attendance (thank fucking God). 

You don’t know how to respond, too many thoughts swirling around your head to make sense of anything. You obviously knew they were brothers, but you didn’t realize they were close or you wouldn’t have agreed to go to Jeonghan’s room. 

Jeonghan must not have known you’re Cheol’s ex; if he did, you doubt he would have asked you in the first place. And now apparently Seungcheol wants you again, but Jeonghan wants you too? 

Are you supposed to choose between them or…? 

You always said you’d never take Seungcheol back after he hurt you like that, but now you’re reconsidering. Because he’s here before you, and you still love him like you used to. 

There are still your growing feelings for Jeonghan to consider though, and suddenly being in this empty kitchen with just the two of them is stifling. 

Seungcheol can read you still, comes closer to you on steady feet with sincere eyes, and says, “I never should have broken up with you. I should have held onto you and never let go, but I didn’t, and now it’s probably too late. It would be selfish of me to ask you out now, when I know my best friend could treat you better than I ever did.”

He sounds resigned, and you look to Jeonghan, who’s staring at him with a grateful, melancholy gaze. The ache in your chest is so sharp, your eyes water, and you look back and forth between them hopelessly. 

“I guess I can’t have you both, can I?” You murmur, slumping against the counter and crossing your arms to hold yourself together. 

Their gazes snap to each other and they communicate soundlessly, with gestures and eyebrows and widening eyes, before turning to you and saying, “What if you could?”

You weave through the dancing, drunk crowd, one of your hands caught in Jeonghan’s and the other held by Seungcheol. Your heart is racing and your panties are wet, but you’re doing your absolute best to seem unaffected by the idea of what you’re about to do.

It’s a bit nerve wracking, the concept of two men at once, but you’ve been through sorority recruitment in the blazing heat so you’re pretty sure you can handle anything. 

Some of your sisters would disapprove of this but most would be cheering you on, and through the flashing lights and writhing bodies, you spot your best friend giving you a wide smile and a thumbs up. That’s enough to bolster you, and you hold your head high as you follow Jeonghan to the room he apparently shares with Seungcheol. 

Jeonghan opens the door and ushers you inside, waiting for Seungcheol to cross the threshold and entering behind him, closing the door with a resounding click and muffling the roaring party. 

They close in on you quickly, one set of hands pulling your top off and the other unbuttoning and tugging down your jeans, leaving you standing in your bra and underwear between them. You can feel Seungcheol’s breath on the back of your neck as he leans in to lay kisses along the line of your shoulder, and Jeonghan gives you an easy grin before cupping your face and drawing you into an open mouthed kiss. 

They both know how you like to be touched, and they don’t hesitate to use that knowledge to their advantage. Seungcheol’s hand slides over your stomach and slips into your panties, his fingers gliding through your folds with how wet you already are. He presses his smug grin into your throat, whispers, “Want us that badly, huh?”

You flush from head to toe, suddenly shy, and gasp into Jeonghan’s mouth when Seungcheol finds your clit. He rubs it with the pads of his fingers slowly, gently, knowing you need some time to adjust to the sensation of someone else touching you. 

Jeonghan unclasps your bra with practiced fingers, pulling it down your arms and off before covering your tits with his soft hands. He squeezes them, brushes his thumbs back and forth over your nipples until they’re hard, until you’re pressing your chest into his hands. 

Seungcheol is still rubbing your clit, but his circles are firmer now, more insistent, and you just know he’s going to make you cum like this, know they’re going to make you cum like this. 

They work together to work you up, two of Seungcheol’s fingers sinking into you as Jeonghan breaks the kiss and leans down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. When Seungcheol’s fingertips curl into the patch of nerves inside you, you let out a rough gasp, wilting against his chest as his thumb presses into your clit. 

Jeonghan just breathes a soft laugh, following you and grasping one of your hips with his free hand to hold you steady, to hold you still as you start to climb that mountain. You’re already throbbing, already clenching around Seungcheol’s fingers, and when he starts to fuck you with them, you feel yourself get even wetter. He adds a third and hooks them all into your g-spot as he digs his hips into you, the feeling of his hard cock making you hotter. 

His thumb catches your clit at just the right angle and you start to flutter around his fingers, your pussy locking down on them as Jeonghan bites a stinging mark into the side of your breast. You whimper weakly, resting more of your weight on Seungcheol and knowing he can take it as you break apart between them. 

“There we go, good girl,” Seungcheol murmurs roughly into your neck, one strong arm banding around your waist to hold you to him as you shake and whine and squeeze his fingers. Jeonghan pulls away from your tits to find your lips again, swallowing your sounds and sucking at your tongue as he presses his hard dick against you, moaning lowly into your mouth. 

A shiver wracks through you when Seungcheol grinds his fingers into your g-spot again, before you’ve come down from the first orgasm. You remember how many times he used to make you cum when you were together and swallow nervously, attempting to prepare yourself for his particular brand of overstimulation. 

Jeonghan, on the other hand, ate you out so gently for so long, it’s like you had one continuous, never ending, nearly lethal orgasm. It’ll be interesting to see how their styles combine, and as Seungcheol brings you right back to the edge, you vow to yourself that you’ll take whatever they give you. 

It’s not every day you get to fuck your campus crush and your no longer ex-boyfriend, and you’re going to make the most of it. 

Which means that when Seungcheol whispers, “Again, I want you to cum again,” and Jeonghan mumbles, “C’mon, sweetheart, cum for us,” you listen. Your cunt clamps down and your back arches and your voice wavers as you fall to pieces again.

It’s scary almost, how they can make you cum on command, but you revel in it too, revel in the fact that they know you that well. That with just a few words, they can push you over the edge. 

And hell, you revel in the fact that they want to push you over the edge, that they want you. 

It makes you so wet, you can hear Seungcheol fucking you with his fingers, slick sounds and squelches following every thrust and curl. You know they can hear it too and your cheeks heat, though you’re pretty sure they like it if their labored breathing and hard dicks say anything. 

You’re starting to get sensitive but you won’t stop him, not when Jeonghan slides his hand under Seungcheol’s and knocks his thumb away from your clit so he can swirl circles with his soft fingertips. The stark difference in how they touch you is exhilarating, Seungcheol’s rough fingers inside you combined with Jeonghan’s gentle touch making you cry out. 

You can barely hold yourself up but Seungcheol is strong enough to keep you standing, even as your knees weaken and you slump back against him. Jeonghan doesn’t follow you this time, just keeps circling your clit and watches as you shake and moan and gush for them, a slight smirk curling his lips as he slips his hand down and works two of his slim fingers inside you alongside Seungcheol’s thick three. 

The fullness is more than anything you’ve ever felt. It takes your breath away, saps every last bit of strength from you until their hands on you (and in you) are the only things holding you up. You can’t even make a sound, you’re so overwhelmed, and Jeonghan takes a second to lean in close and ask, “You okay, angel? Is it too much?” 

You can only shake your head, your eyes squeezed shut and your chest heaving as you gasp for air. He starts to pull his fingers out and your hand flies to his wrist, keeping his hand from drawing away. You realize he thinks you were answering the first question, and you force out, “I’m okay. S’not too much.”

He exhales in relief, sinking his fingers back in and saying, “What if we fucked you like this? Both of us in this sweet little cunt. Would you like that, angel?”

“Do you think you could take it?” Seungcheol chimes in, sounding worried and doubtful, as if they’re not currently five fucking fingers deep. 

The words are flowing out of your mouth before you’ve even finished thinking about it. 

“Yes, I can, I want it so fucking bad. Please, I want you both inside of me,” you whimper, one hand clutching Jeonghan’s wrist and the other gripping Seungcheol’s forearm to keep them close to you, though you know they’ll have to pull away if you want their dicks. 

“If you’re sure, sweetheart,” Seungcheol whispers into your throat before pressing a tender kiss to your sensitive skin, his plump lips whisper soft against you. 

“I’m sure,” you whine as you force yourself to let go of their arms, allowing them to withdraw from you. They carry lead you over to one of their twin beds, and for the first time tonight, they seem a little bashful. 

“Sorry it’s so small, the guys would riot if we got double beds and they got singles,” Seungcheol grimaces, helping you take your panties off and lay down before tugging off his shirt. Jeonghan follows suit and you sigh dreamily, watching as they reveal more and more skin. You’re rubbing your legs together by the time they’re done, your eyes darting between them so you can get your fill of both. 

Seungcheol’s cock is long, thick, with veins wrapped around the length like vines, and Jeonghan’s is slightly longer, just a bit slimmer, and curved up. Immediately, you know you want to keep Jeonghan in the front, your pussy aching at the memory of the way he could grind the head of his cock into your g-spot. You like feeling Seungcheol’s buff body behind you anyway, like feeling his firm muscles and his soft tummy and his thick thighs, so this really is the best of both worlds. 

They smile like they know what you’re thinking, and you start to wonder if they do when they join you on the bed and begin maneuvering you. Seungcheol pulls you up by the hands and to the edge of the bed so Jeonghan can lay down in your place, and you feel their hands steady you as you climb astride him, Seungcheol following you. 

Jeonghan lets go to hold his cock in place for you, guiding it to your entrance and watching as you sink down onto him. He lets out a shuddering breath, his eyelids fluttering and his mouth opening on a low moan at the sensation of your hot, wet cunt enveloping his cock. You’re similarly affected, the perfect curve of his dick making your eyes water and your pussy clench. 

“You should be stretched out enough to take me too, but I think Jeonghan should fuck you first just to make sure. Not for too long though, I need you so fucking bad,” Seungcheol says, his voice rough and his hands tight on your hips. He must sense your inability to move, because he does the moving for you, lifting you nearly off Jeonghan’s cock and letting you fall back down as Jeonghan thrusts up. 

A punched out moan escapes your parted lips at the feeling of their hands on you, of Jeonghan filling you, of Seungcheol moving you like a doll. You think about having both of them at the same time, and know you just can’t wait. 

“Want you now, Cheol,” you gasp, reaching back to find his hip and attempting to pull him to you, though he’s too strong for you to move him much. 

“Baby, I don’t know, I don’t want to hurt you,” he’s obviously hesitant, and you don’t want to push him past his comfort levels but fuck, you want him so bad. 

“I can take it, Cheol, I can take you, I promise,” you gasp, already on the verge of begging and nearly on the verge of tears too. “Please, you’ve made me wait long enough.”

That’s the final nail in the coffin, and Seungcheol sighs with resignation as he takes hold of his dick and guides it between your legs. “Okay, sweetheart, okay, but if it’s too much, all you have to do is tell us.”

You nod fervently and lean down, draping yourself over Jeonghan so Seungcheol has a better angle. You can hear the deep breath he takes before he hooks one finger inside you alongside Jeonghan’s cock, then two fingers, then three, before pulling them out and finally replacing them with his dick. 

When he starts to push inside, the sensation steals every last molecule of oxygen in your lungs, leaving you entirely breathless. It’s a good thing you’re resting on Jeonghan’s chest because you’re dizzy, lightheaded, dazed at the stretch you feel. 

Seungcheol goes so slowly you’ve regained your breath by the time he’s fully inside of you, though your chest still feels tight with your pussy at its absolute limit.  

It occurs to you that you’ll never take more than this, that this is the fullest you’ve ever been, ever will be, and you feel a rush of arousal gather around the bases of their cocks, your cunt too tight for much to escape. Seungcheol and Jeonghan have been grunting and groaning with pleasure (or restraint), but when you flood them and squeeze them, they both let out the most delicious whimpers. 

“Are you-” 

“Yes, move,” you moan, not even registering who asked you, your eyes clenched shut and your thighs trembling as you wait. 

Jeonghan moves first, shoving just a bit deeper inside of you before pulling his hips back and sliding in again. You’re wet enough his dick glides against Seungcheol’s, and when he starts to fuck you too, you find yourself in a state of ecstasy so sharp, it nearly hurts. They take a few thrusts to find their rhythm, but eventually they do, and it’s almost more than you can take. 

You’ll never ask them to stop though, never want them to stop. You just need them to fuck you like this forever, fuck you and fill you and keep you. Because you want to be kept by them, and you want them to want to keep you. 

You can’t stop whimpering, your moans blending together until they’re endless, dotted by gasps and sharp cries. Seungcheol and Jeonghan are making noise too, and if you were lucid enough, you’d hope the music outside is loud enough to cover the obvious sounds of sex. 

As it is, you can only lay there and feel each impact of Seungcheol’s and Jeonghan’s hips against yours, every thrust from Seungcheol pushing you into Jeonghan and every thrust from Jeonghan pushing you into Seungcheol. Until Seungcheol wraps his arms around your neck and waist and pulls you up into his body. 

The change in angle makes you cry out, as does the big hand he places on your throat. He doesn’t squeeze, just leaves it there like he knows you like as he and Jeonghan begin moving in unison. Seungcheol holds you in place so they can thrust up into you, and the feeling of them filling you together is somehow even better than them alternating. 

Jeonghan’s eyes trail over your body, his hands following them down down down until one catches on your hip and the other slips between your thighs. When his delicate fingers find your swollen, sensitive clit, you yelp, your hips jolting into them and away as he rubs steady, insistent circles. 

He must be getting close if he’s trying to make you cum, and you can tell by Seungcheol’s sounds and leaking dick that he’s getting close too. You’re almost scared of it, scared of the tidal wave of pleasure that will overtake you when it’s already almost too much, but you know that if they want you to break for them, you will. 

Seungcheol starts sucking marks into the side of your neck, and Jeonghan forces out in a trembling voice, “You gonna cum for us again, angel? Last one, I promise. Just be good for us one last time, please.” 

“Cum, sweetheart, I know you can,” Seungcheol encourages you through gritted teeth. 

And God, you want to be good for them, you want to be Jeonghan’s angel and Seungcheol’s sweetheart, so when you feel it start to build up deep inside, you don’t fight it. You let the stinging bliss coil tighter and tighter in your belly until it shatters, taking you apart at the seams. Your walls clamp down and you nearly force them from you, but they thrust in deep and stay as you cum so hard, you lose all sense of time and space and matter. 

The only tethers you have to this plane of existence are Seungcheol and Jeonghan, and they hold you up and hold you together as you try to swim through the stars in your eyes. You force yourself to wake up when you hear the tell-tale noises of their approaching highs, wanting to be fully present for the moment they fill you. 

Jeonghan and Seungcheol are the only men you’ve ever let cum inside you, and you can’t wait to feel that again, to feel them again. It’ll be different this time, you know, will probably alter your brain chemistry and the trajectory of your life, but you’re ready. 

“Cum for me, I want to feel you both filling me up, please,” you whine, nearly shaking in Seungcheol’s arms out of anticipation. Jeonghan’s face crumples in pleasure, Seungcheol lets out the hottest little whimper you’ve ever heard, and they break together, flooding you with so much cum, you think you’ll burst. 

Their hands grip you tight but you don’t care, wouldn’t mind waking tomorrow to sore spots and lingering reminders of the night you shared with them, of probably the best night of your life. Seungcheol’s hand drops from your neck to wrap around your waist, pulling you into a sweet, soft hug before letting go and slowly lowering you back onto Jeonghan’s chest. 

Jeonghan’s smile is dazed, satiated, satisfied, and he drops it to pout at you expectantly, his eyes hazy and his hand gentling on your hip. You lean in and press your lips to his, humming into his mouth when he swipes his tongue over your bottom lip. He doesn’t deepen the kiss much, eventually tapering off into little pecks and smooches that he dots all over your face. 

“Ready for us to pull out?” Seungcheol asks gently, rubbing your back with his big, rugby-rough hands. 

You nod and breathe, “Go one at a time, please,” bracing yourself for the approaching emptiness and attempting to push off the thoughts and fears of what will happen after this. 

Seungcheol withdraws first, pulling his hips from yours and dragging his softening cock out of your still fluttering pussy before climbing off the bed and heading to his closet. It’s almost odd to just feel Jeonghan inside of you, and you know it’ll feel even weirder not to feel either of them. You’ll just be you again, not you and Seungcheol and Jeonghan, and you can’t say you’re excited. 

It must show on your face because Jeonghan cups your cheeks, presses a quick kiss to your lips, and whispers, “Everything will be okay, I promise.” 

“So do I,” Seungcheol murmurs as he approaches with a towel in hand. 

He holds your hips up so Jeonghan can pull out, a surge of cum following his exit now that there’s nothing keeping it inside. Seungcheol catches it with the towel, wiping at your thighs and dabbing gently at your stretched, sore pussy. 

Jeonghan passes a hand over your hair and waits until you’re as clean as you can get before tilting to the side and carefully sliding out from under you, disappearing from view. You try not to feel lonely without them in bed with you, try to remind yourself that there’s no way this could work, try to steel yourself as you imagine stumbling out of their door and making your way through the party back to your own house. 

You hope they’ll walk you home at least, maybe give you a kiss goodbye before never calling you again, just like before. 

Jeonghan returns clothed in pajamas with a bottle of water from their mini fridge, cracking it open and handing it to you with waiting eyes. You take a sip and he grins, so you take another, realizing how parched you are and practically gulping the whole thing down in one go. 

“Good girl,” he says, taking the empty bottle from you and smirking at the way your eyes snap to his. “What? I wanted to try it out too. Did you like it?” 

“Yes,” you answer honestly, both because you don’t see a point in lying and because you’re loosened up from however many orgasms they gave you. 

“Good,” he smiles easily, leaning down to kiss you softly. “I like it too.”

Seungcheol sits heavily on the bed next to you, dressed in boxers and a shirt you recognize as one you bought for him, a band tee that’s just a bit too big on him. It’s much thinner than you remember, worn in the shoulders and holey along the hem, and it makes you smile to think he’s been wearing it all this time. 

“We have a lot to talk about, a lot to figure out, but I think for now, we should just push the beds together and go the fuck to sleep,” he suggests tiredly, taking your hand in both of his and giving it a loving squeeze. 

Jeonghan nods and points to a door, “We do have our own bathroom, so you can take a shower while we rearrange the room, angel.” 

They want you to… stay? The party seems to be dying down, it would be easy enough for them to slip you out without too many eyes, but it seems that thought hasn’t even crossed their minds. You try to contain the beam but it stretches your lips anyway, a rush of giddiness giving you enough energy to stand on your shaky legs and start to limp over to the bathroom. 

They stand with you, Jeonghan speeding ahead to turn the shower on and Seungcheol reaching out to open the door for you, pressing his warm hand to your lower back as you pass him. Jeonghan presses a kiss to your lips and hands you a towel, reaching his hand into the shower stall and saying, “Should be warm enough for you. We’ll see you soon?” 

You smile a watery smile and respond, “See you soon,” as he exits the bathroom, leaving you with Seungcheol. He brings you into another hug, swaying you like he used to and pressing a kiss to your hair before reluctantly letting you go, holding his hand out to steady you as you climb into the shower. The corners of his mouth quirk up fondly when you refuse to let go, and he pulls your hand up to his mouth to kiss the back of it. 

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be waiting for you. We’ll be waiting for you.” 

He seals his promise with one last kiss before tugging the shower curtain between you and padding away on quiet feet. 

Somehow, you really do think everything will be okay.

AN: this was suggested by an anon and i am eternally grateful bc woooie do i love frat/college aus and jeongcheol

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how i picture the morning after if you're curious

You sighed, pushing back the covers and swinging your legs over the side of the bed. You were alone, which was unusual considering you slept in a bed fit for four people. Your stumbled your way out of the bedroom where you were immediately met with the sugary scent of a freshly cooked breakfast. Pancakes. Your favorite. One of the many positives of living with three men was that one of them always made breakfast. Your belly rumbled at the scent, taking over the rest of your body and pushing you towards the sweet smell.

Laughter hung in the air as you approached the kitchen and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. God you really did love these men.

However, all affection you held for the men left as soon as you saw the spread (or lack thereof) before you. They’d absolutely demolished breakfast, leaving you with nothing, not even scraps. No fruit, no juice or milk, no cereal, and no pancakes. They’d even used up all the eggs so you didn’t have the ingredients to make breakfast for yourself.

Your heart ached. You knew it was hard to cook for four people, but did they really not cook enough for you? the men carried on their conversation, seemingly unaware of your presence which only added to the weight on your chest. This was one of the negatives of being with them. Sometimes one of you felt left out, and in a relationship consisting of three other people that could get real isolating real fast.

Wordlessly you slipped out of the kitchen and back into the comfort of your bedroom, not even bothering to say good morning to your boyfriends. If they were so quick to forget about you, then you were gonna do the same.

You hurriedly put on your favorite outfit and did your makeup. Looks like you’d just have to get breakfast somewhere else, with someone else, since no one around here apparently wanted to wait for you. you slipped out of the front door quietly, not even bothering to say goodbye as you went to meet your best friend for breakfast.

You knew what you were doing was childish, but you couldn’t help yourself. With three older, doting men around you all the time you were so used to being the center of attention at all times (when you weren’t fighting Cheol for that spot), and when you weren’t being given princess treatment it hurt. A lot.

You held back tears as you got in your car and drove to meet your friend.

[Cheollie]

[2 Missed calls from Cheollie]

8:15 ꒰Babe where are you?꒱

[Joshua]

8:27 ꒰Y/N? Did you leave??꒱

[Hannie]

[1 Missed call from Hannie]

8:44 ꒰Y/N??? Answer us right now꒱

[Cheollie]

8:50 ꒰Y/N Please, Joshua is starting to freak out꒱

[7 Missed calls from Joshua]

[Joshua]

8:50 ꒰Y/N?! Are you okay??꒱

You knew you should call them back, maybe even turn around and apologize for worrying them so much, but you had already arrived at the quaint little breakfast spot your friend had chosen. There was no going back now, you had to commit now.

[You]

8:51 ꒰I’m fine, just getting breakfast꒱

Your phone immediately blew up again

[Joshua]

8:51 ꒰Answer my calls Y/N. I almost had a heart attack.꒱

[Cheollie]

8:51 ꒰Why didn’t you pick up?꒱

8:51 ꒰Who are you with?꒱

[Hannie]

8:51 ꒰We have breakfast here you know꒱

That last text. You could almost hear Jeonghan’s attitude through the phone. Anytime you pissed him off he would always side eye you and give you the sassiest expressions on the face of the earth. Did they all not realize what had happened by now? You were fuming at the thought. Did you really have to spell it out for them? Could three grown men not put two-and-two together and realize they were the ones that had fucked up this time?

You scoffed. If he wanted to have an attitude you’d just have to match it.

[You]

8:52 ꒰I would’ve loved to have breakfast with you guys, if you’d left me any꒱

The conversation paused and there was no doubt in your mind that they were scrambling now, trying to piece together what had led up to this fight.

You sighed, it was time to meet your friend anyways.

You turned your phone off, not wanting to deal with whatever excuses they were coming up with. Partly because you were beyond hurt by their actions, but mostly because you knew they’d convince you to stop being mad. Especially Joshua, you were a huge sucker for those sweet doe eyes there was no way you’d be able to stay mad if he apologized to you.

You turned off your car and headed into the café for some peace of mind before the war that was assuredly waiting for you back at home.

You were hounded by men as soon as you walked through your apartment door. Hands stroking at your hair, poking and pinching your cheeks and cooing at how cute you looked in your outfit. You normally would’ve loved the attention from your boyfriends, but not today. Youd told your friend about your predicament and thankfully they were just as petty as you and suggested you give your boyfriends the silent treatment for a while, that would surely get your point across. And that was exactly what you were planning to do.

You swatted the men’s hands away, pouting in annoyance at their doting. Why couldn’t they have given you this much attention earlier today when you really wanted it?

“Y/N, im-were so sorry” Ofcourse Joshua was first to speak up, they all knew his innocent demeanor was your kryptonite, but not today.

You pushed past them and took your shoes off at the door, being sure not to even acknowledge them as you made your way into the kitchen to make some tea.

The three men followed you like puppies.

“Please don’t be mad Y/N” Joshua said from behind you while you waited silently for your water to boil.

“Yeah, we promise we made you breakfast it just got…eaten.” Jeonghan stood to the side of you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Theres no way he really believed those words were comforting. You would’ve scoffed, but you refused to even acknowledge their presence.

Strong arms circled your waste, pulling you back into a firm chest. Seungcheol.

“Please talk to us Y/N. Ill make it up to you any way possible. Do you want my card? Hm? Will that make it better, baby?” There Cheol goes again with his bribing. You wanted to tell him off so badly. Explain to him how you didn’t want his money, just wanted to be taken care of along with everyone else, but you didn’t want to break your vow of silence. You would stay quiet no matter what. At least for a few hours.

You shrugged him off lightly. Now it was their turn to go quiet, looks like they finally got the hint that you weren’t in the mood to talk to them.

You poured your boiling water onto your tea bag, watching as the water became slightly murky from the hot leaves. If there was one thing you could trust it was your afternoon teas. You smiled slightly to yourself, and your boyfriends’ hearts broke. They knew they messed up as soon as they saw your text about breakfast, but they were hoping you wouldn’t be this mad after you got some food in your belly.

Cheol nodded at the other two men, silently signaling them to give you space. You watched them 0out of the corner of your eye, noting how Jeonghan lingered for a moment longer than the other men before he turned and followed them into your bedroom.

You could hear whispers coming from the room. You knew they were up to something, but you refused to let your curiosity get the better of you. Youd stick it out just a little longer, just to really rub it in how upset they’d made you.

You were sipping lightly on your hot tea now. Minutes had passed since they’d left you all alone in the living room and you were starting to grow bored. Yes, you wanted to show them you were serious, but you were missing them.

That was when you heard it.

It was almost too quiet to hear but you would know Cheol’s moaning anywhere.

It couldn’t be. Surely you were hearing things. You sat forward slightly, ears turned toward your bedroom trying to hear better.

Moments of silence passed and you were sure that you’d hallucinated Cheol’s moans. That was until you heard a faint “fuck! jeonghan” followed by the breathy sounds that Cheol always made when he was close.

What the fuck?

First they leave you out of breakfast and now they leave you out of…whatever they were doing in there?!

You couldn’t take it anymore. You hurried off the couch and into your bedroom.

Your cheeks immediately turned a bright shade of red at the sight before you. Cheol was splayed out in the bed, a film of sweat gracing his creased grow and chest heaving with sighs and groans at what the two men were doing to him.

Jeonghan was laying between his legs, licking stripes up and down his thick cock, stopping to suck at his needy tip before sinking down and taking Cheol into his mouth.

Joshua wasnt any better. He had resorted to sucking on Cheol’s neck, leaving purple marks along the slope while his fingers worked around the sensitive peaks of Cheol’s nipples.

The scene before you was more than erotic. Sure they’d messed around with eachother but that was always while you were with them. This. This was something different. The sight of Cheol being teased and tortured, edged by the two other men caused a deep throbbing to appear between your legs.

You forgot immediately why you’d been so mad at them, the resentment now replaced with uncontrollable lust.

Jeonghan must have noticed you standing there. He lifted himself off of Cheol, lines of spit connecting from his plump lips to Cheol’s twitching cock. His eyes connected with yours as he stroked Cheol’s dick, both hands coming to twist slightly towards his tip.

“Oh so now you wanna pay attention to us?” His lips curved into a smug smirk at your expression “come on then, princess, don’t wanna keep us waiting longer do you?”

when you still didn’t move Joshua got off the bed, crossing the distance to you and took your hands in his. There was a knowing look in his eyes, one that said if you were still mad and didn’t wanna participate you didn’t have to.

But you did want to. The pool between your legs was evidence of that.

You nodded your head and that was all it took for Joshua to lean into you, capturing your lips in a feverish kiss.

His hands roamed your body hastily. It was as if now that he had your confirmation, he couldn’t help himself. Joshua was filled with an inescapable need for you, having been without you all day left him feeling starved for you.

His hands hooked under your thighs, hoisting you up onto his hips. Your chests were pressed closely together, and in this position, you could feel his erection poking lightly at your pussy. You whimpered into his mouth. Seeing the men had stirred something in your core and you didn’t know how much longer you could last without them on you.

Joshua must have somehow read your mind as he began walking with you back to the bed, never once letting you drop to the ground.

You felt the soft mattress under you before you were immediately being pulled against the strong muscles of Cheol’s thick chest. He was holding you against him now, pressing hot kisses against your neck from behind, his hard dick pressed against you so firmly he was seeing stars. All of the teasing Joshua and jeonghan had done to him had riled him up so much he couldn’t stand not having friction against his cock. He slowly ground himself against the curve of your ass, hips rolling against you in search of any kind of pleasure, any relief from the torment those evil men had given him.

Joshua and Jeonghan were on you instantly, both hastily pulling your clothes off and placing kisses along the curves of your face. Once you were fully exposed to the men, they took time to admire your figure. So soft and flushed, so obviously ready to be taken like the insatiable slut they knew you were,

“Look at these two Shua” Jeonghan’s eyes roamed over you and Cheol. Cheol was still grinding into you from behind, the slick from his precum now lightly coating your ass, his face contorted with the immense effort it was taking him not to cum on you right there.

You weren’t doing any better yourself. The way cheol was grinding into you was making your head fog over with lust. You didn’t know when, but you had begun slowly grinding back into him, riling him up even more. You were practically humping the sheets now, intent on getting some kind of release or pressure against your cunt.

“So pathetic” Joshua’s sultry voice snapped you out of your haze, Cheol was groaning behind you from the sudden halt of your movements “Weve barely touched them and theyre about to cum all over eachother”

You could almost hear the smirk in his voice, they were both enjoying the mess they’ve made of you two.

“Don’t stop now Y/N” Jeonghan lowered himself to you, taking your chin between his fingers and pinching slightly, forcing you to look up at him “Make our cheollie cum all over your pretty ass”

You looked up at him dumbly, the words didn’t register in your stupid little head. All that was there was the image of Jeonghan and Joshua kneeling on the bed infront of you. both completely naked, and both completely erect.

You couldn’t help but stare at them, mouth hanging open slightly like you were going to answer them but got distracted in the process.

“Oohh” Joshua cooed “Shes too dumb to understand us. Maybe we need to show her what we mean. Hm?” he bent down, gripping your hips with his large hands and giving you his most charming smile, one that feigns innocence. “Is that what you need baby? Need Shua to help you?”

You nodded slightly. Yes you did need help. You were too fucking horny to even process what was happening. Your pussy clenched pathetically at the feeling of Joshua lifting you off of cheol, his cock springing free from your back and dripping clear pearls down his shaft.

Jeonghan reached down underneath you, taking Cheol’s hard cock in his hand and lining it up with your wet entrance.

“Poor little sluts, they cant even fuck eachother without help” Jeonghan teased the head of cheol’s cock along your puffy folds, gathering your arousal and lubing his cock up for you. You groaned at the sudden contact of Cheol’s thick tip being pressed against you. Joshua was rocking your hips back and forth against Cheol’s cock, eliciting moans out of the two of you while the men just laughed. It was so amusing to them; they barely had to touch either one of you and you were like putty in their hands.

“What do you say Cheol, want our sweet Y/N to fuck you? Want her to sit on your dick?” Jeonghan’s attention suddenly turning to cheol had his dick twitching in Jeonghan’s hands. Yes, yes he wanted you now. Hed been teased because of you, the two men had wanted you to walk inon them, and Cheol was the only way to get you in here that fast.

“Y-yes. Need it s-bad” Cheol’s hips bucked up into Jeonghan’s hand, fucking himself with the man’s fist. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to feel something, anything.

Cheol’s tip grazed against your core with every thrust of his hips. You could hear his pants underneath you, the sheer effort it was taking him to not pull you onto his dick himself. The only thing keeping you from sinking onto him already was Joshua’s impossible strong grip on your hips, which kept you in place above Cheol.

“Look at him, so fucking needy. Did we rile you up that badly Cheol?” Jeonghan teased.

Cheol babbled incoherently underneath you. something about how hard he was and how he could barely stand it.

“Fuck it.” Joshua’s voice was the last thing you heard before you were being forced down onto Cheol’s huge dick.

Your pussy ached with the stretch of him, fluttering with the struggle it was taking to fit all nine inches of him into your little pussy.

The mix of Cheol’s moans along with your pathetic cries filled the room and the two men just smirked, watching as you tried to take all of him all at once.

“Look at her Shua. She did all of that whimpering and for what? She can barely fit his cock in her little cunt.” Jeonghan was basking in this, having full control over the both of you and watching as hot tears began to fall down your face from the effort of taking Cheol in this position. Reverse cowgirl was one of Cheol’s favorites, and Joshua and Jeonghan knew that. They loved torturing the two of you and it looked like tonight was no exception.

The two men’s eyes traveled down your body, stopping at where your cunt met Cheol’s dick. They watched as you pushed yourself down the remaining inches of Cheol’s hard cock.

“There we go” Joshua wiped away a tear that had begun traveling down your flushed cheeks. “Now was that so hard, Princess?”

You sniffed, holding back the tears that were threatening to spill over. You looked to fucking cute like this. Joshua and Jeonghan could barely contain themselves. The sight of you crying, so distraught over how fucking big Cheol’s dick was and how painful the stretch of him had been was so delicious to the men. The way you tried to hide those pretty tears from them, how you tried to regain control of your image, despite being split open by a nine inch cock right infront of your boyfriends. Oh they were enamored with you.

“Now” Jeonghan’s voice got your attention. You looked over at the man, watching as he sat back, his cock standing straight against his abs. “Why don’t you ride him Princess? Wanna watch you fall apart on eachother” He spit into his palm and spread it over the head of his cock. He leaned back just enough to show off the smooth column of his throat, his Adams apple bobbing with the grunt he released as he began stroking himself, his eyes training on how your cunt quivered around Cheol.

Joshua followed shortly after, his eyes flicking from you to how jeonghan’s hand twisted at his tip before roughly jerking himself off.

“Don’t be shy Princess, wanna see you bounce on Cheol’s dick. Or do you need help with that too?”

Wordlessly you began to draw yourself up the length of Cheol’s cock, watching the men infront of you palm themselves at the sight. Once his tip reached the spongy part of your entrance you began to slowly drop yourself back down onto him.

“Fuck baby” Jeonghan stroked himself faster “Tell me, how does Cheol’s dick feel in you?”

“Mmph” you pulled yourself off again “Feels so good Hannie!” his name came out in a strained yelp as you pierced yourself back on Cheol’s dick.

“Fuck,Y/N, pussys squeezing me so tight.” Cheol could barely get his sentence out before his hands grabbed your hips, keeping you in place as his hips began pounding up into you at a violent pace. He had tried so hard to be patient, but you were just going so slow.

Your vision blurred from the tears that were now falling out of your eyes. You were being jostled up and down on his cock, his strong hands holding you up just enough that you wouldn’t fall over. Hiis tip was hitting deep into your cunt, kissing your cervix perfectly with every pass through your folds he made.

“Fuck” it came out in a whiny groan from cheol, who had stilled himself completely in you. His grip on you tightened as he drew circles in you with his dick. He was completely and utterly lost in your sweet, wet pussy.

Since he had given you a break from bouncing on him you were able to see clearly what was happening infront of you.

Joshua and Jeonghan had switched hands, now quickly jerking eachother off while watching the scene before them.

It seemed like every snide remark had been knocked out of the men at the sight of the oldest so clearly fucked out, brought to the brink of insanity by their relentless teasing. A sheer layer of sweat covered their toned bodies. Their muscles flexing with each pass they made over eachother with their fists.

The sounds in your bedroom were sinful to say the least. Incoherent moans of eachothers’ names, groans of pleasure, and sometimes just deep whines filled the space of your bedroom.

You made eye contact with the men, watching them watch you be fucked and filled with Cheol’s huge cock.

Without warning Cheol began thrusting up into you again, this time at a slower less calculated pace. You could tell the man was close. You didn’t even need to look back at him to know what he looked like. You had seen Cheol orgasm enough times to know that his head was thrown back against the pillows, his fluffy black hair undoubtedly splayed around his head like a makeshift halo. His breathy moans escaped his plush lips with each pump into you.

You couldn’t take it, this newfound pace felt good but it wasn’t enough.

You reached between your thighs, looking between Joshua and Jeonghan as you began toying with your hardened clit. You helped Cheol out by lightly bouncing yourself up and down his cock in time with his thrusts. You circled around your pretty little clit, feeling every nerve light up with pleasure at the feeling.

Your hair fell over your shoulders as you rolled your head back. It all felt so good you couldn’t help yourself anymore. Your hips picked up speed and you were now fucking yourself at that same fast pace you missed so much.

“Fuck Princess if you keep bouncing on me like that im gonna-“

Cheol’s sentence was cut off by a sharp movement of your hips, and he was cumming. His hips arched off the bed, pushing you with him in the air. The feeling of his balls pushing slightly against your clit as he dumped his load into you was enough to bring you over the edge with him. Your orgasms mixed together in you, both of you moaning eachothers’ names as you came undone on each other.

Your eyes opened barely enough to catch a glimpse of Jeonghan’s hand fucking Joshua’s cock faster. The poor man couldn’t keep up with him and in no time Joshua was cumming. Hard. So hard that the milky strings of sum overflowed from his red tip, leaking down and covering Jeonghan’s hand with the pleasure of his own orgasm.

“Fuck Shua!”

Jeonghan had watched the whole thing. Had seen Cheol’s balls tighten and release into you, breeding you and filling you to the brim. Hed seen the blissed-out expression on your face and how Cheol’s cum dripped out of your tight cunt. Hed even watched joshua’s nose scrunch cutely as he came all over his hand.

Jeonghan couldn’t stand it. Being the only one who didn’t cum at the same time. He looked over at Joshua expectantly, wanting the man to finish the job, but Joshua was still coming down from his own high.

He was already so close, the scene before him having brought him dangerously close to the edge. “Fuck it” he thought to himself.

Jeonghan removed his hand from Joshua’s already softening cock and placed it on his own. The warmth and wetness from Joshua’s cum was perfect. He spread the cum on his cock and began jerking himself off, training his eyes on your tits to bring himself to orgasm.

You noticed the man’s predicament just in time, catching him right before he was able to cum.

“Cum on my tits, Hannie. Need your cum so bad”

“Fuck” Jeonghan didn’t have to be told twice. He crawled over to you (still with Cheol’s cock nestled deep in you), and began jerking himself off again. Soft wet sounds filled the air as Jeonghan fucked himself with Joshua’s orgasm.

Jeonghan moaned loudly before hot spirts of white cum shot out of his cock and onto the curves of your boobs. His cum dripped down you and onto your stomach, covering you deliciously in the man’s pleasure.

All of you came down from your highs together. Your head was thrown back against Cheol’s strong shoulder. At some point youd collapsed backwards, luckily Cheol was there to catch your fall. Cheol was resting his head against yours, his hand tracing circles over your tummy as he waited for you to be okay to move again.

Jeonghan was the first to move, sliding off the bed and making his way to the bathroom to start the shower. You watched him and Joshua work around you, pulling of the pillow covers that you weren’t laying on and starting a little pile of sheets to be washed. Your eyes were heavy with the threat of sleep, you had never experienced something so….hot before in your life you thought to yourself.

“Hey Princess, its time to shower” Joshua’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You blinked away the exhaustion and looked up at him “There she it” He smiled his cute bunny smile down at you as his hands worked to detangle your limbs from Cheols.

Once again you were being carried by the man, this time to your much needed shower before bed.

Joshua always showered with you, which was something you grew to really love. He was always so attentive especially after sex. He let you lean against his chest as he washed your back with the washrag, he made sure to scrub behind your ears and between your fingers. He made sure your hair was washed and cleaned, even going as far as blow-drying it for you all while you didn’t even lift a finger. He even carried you back to bed where the sheets were nice and clean (undoubtedly because of Cheol and Jeonghan).

He carefully placed you on the bed before scooting in next to you, holding you close to him while the other two men got their showers.

Once everyone was washed up and tucked in, the warmth of their bodies pressed around you and lulled you into the beginnings of a deep sleep.

“Goodnight Princess” one of them murmured before pressing a kiss to your temple.

“We love you more than anything” Another said while stroking a stray hair behind your ear.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. That one little confirmation was all it took to ease every worry you had before.

The wind outside howled with the approaching winter storm, but you couldn’t have been warmer with the three men, the loves of your life, surrounding you.

{Author's Note}

i got so many requests for a part two on this 95 line relationship, so i had to write this for yall hehe. sorry theres always so much plot going on in these stories, i always realize like 1000 words in that i shouldve started writing the porn already but i just can help myself lol

— main story ✧

✧ part one ✧

word count: 5.7k words

summary: you love yoon jeonghan. no, scratch that. you fucking adore yoon jeonghan; so much that the moment he asks you to be in an exclusive set-up with his current partner, you accept the offer in a heartbeat. what you fail to consider, however, is who your boss’ boyfriend actually is.

tags: unresolved emotional tension, friends to lovers on the hannie side of things, lovers to exes to enemies to lovers again on the cheol side of things, established relationship, angst, smut

✧ part two ✧

word count: 8.3k words

summary:  things make a turn for the worse (or the better?) when jeonghan leaves you with the most insufferable person on earth. but maybe a few weeks alone is exactly what you and seungcheol needed after all.

tags: unresolved emotional tension, established relationship, angst, smut

✧ part three ✧

word count: 7.6k words

summary: after reconciling with your first love, all seems well in your relationship thus far. but when you notice jeonghan distancing himself from you and seungcheol, you're determined to get to the bottom of it.

tags: established relationship, angst, smut

— side stories ✧

(🧺) smut (🎻) angst (🧸) fluff (☕️) crack

— getting rawed by cheol | 🧺 — when you're having a bad day | 🧸 — cheol locker room sex for good luck + hannie fucking his cum back inside you | 🧺

Jeonghan isn't a particularly placid man. He's not excessively ill-tempered per se, but he is remarkably patient when it comes to you. You know how he is when he's angry, and you can't recall a single time when you've been on the receiving end of his wrath. 

When something ticks him off, his eyes will darken and the heated stare he gives is shrouded beneath his lashes. When he is truly livid, he'll usually walk away from the situation, and there'll be no room for anyone to say something they'll end up regretting later on. 

It's incredible, really, that he possesses the ability to bottle his anger up when it involves you. Anger is an emotion that can rarely be suppressed, but Jeonghan does it with remarkable ease. 

On any other day, perhaps you'd appreciate his effort to control his anger, but not tonight. You've made a serious mistake, one that goes against the one thing Jeonghan had explicitly stated from the start of your relationship—keeping secrets is a recipe for a failed relationship, so if you have something important to say, just say it. Jeonghan is a great boyfriend. He gives you the freedom and privacy to do things you want to do, but this particular boundary was crystal clear, and you just crossed it.

It was your fault, really. You had broken up with Choi Seungcheol only a year prior to dating Jeonghan. The break-up had been a mutual agreement, and there were no hard feelings involved. Over time, you gradually drifted apart and had minimal to no contact until... well, two weeks ago. 

It had been at a dinner party hosted by one of your acquaintances, someone who just happened to be Seungcheol's cousin. Jeonghan hadn't been able to accompany you, so you hadn't been able to introduce him to Seungcheol. Meeting Seungcheol again after more than a year hadn't been awkward. It was like meeting up with an old friend. 

Tonight, however, the universe seems like it's conspiring against you. You had been preparing dinner when you heard a notification chime on your phone. You had haphazardly tossed your phone onto the living room couch before cooking, and your boyfriend just happened to be doing his Lego in the living room, so you called out to him to check the notification. 

There was shuffling in the living room as he stood. When he strolled into the kitchen, his eyebrows were furrowed in confusion as he held your phone in one hand, eyes fixed on the screen. "Who's Choi Seungcheol and why is he asking to catch up over lunch?"

Fuck. 

To be fair, you really weren't expecting Seungcheol to contact you after the dinner party. You had gone without contacting each other for more than a year, so what changed now? You had told him that you found someone new, so he definitely knew there was no possibility of rekindling your relationship. He was most likely trying to be friendly, but you understand why it would seem questionable to Jeonghan. 

Contrary to what you expected, Jeonghan hadn't gotten angry at you. He simply listened to your explanation and nodded. He became quiet, a glazed look in his eyes that you couldn't interpret. Then, he sets your phone down on the kitchen counter and hummed. Oh, he was annoyed, that much was obvious. 

"Okay, well, I trust you. Just... don't do it again," Jeonghan spoke with a slight frown, then walked out of the kitchen as though you hadn't just violated the one, single rule that you had both agreed to abide by. 

Perhaps you've gone stupid, because as your boyfriend walked out of the kitchen, you found yourself trailing close behind him. A tinge of irritation slowly bubbled up in your chest as you watched him casually plop down onto the floor to continue doing the Lego set he had been doing since earlier. 

"Is that it?" you asked him. 

Jeonghan momentarily diverted his attention from his Lego to meet your gaze. He blinked a few times. "I'm sorry?"

"You just... you're not even getting angry at me?"

"Um, am I supposed to be angry at you?"

You were taken aback by his response because it suddenly occurred to you just how silly you sounded. Did you really want him to get angry at you?

"Yes?"

Jeonghan nodded wordlessly, seemingly mulling over something in his head. 

"I made a mistake, you should be mad at me."

There was a pregnant pause before he chuckled, but there was nothing humorous about it. If anything, it sounded a little... sinister. "You want me to get mad at you, baby? Want me to show you how I'm really feeling?"

You swallowed. Suddenly, you felt small under the weight of his unyielding stare. You shouldn't have nodded, shouldn't have ever said anything about it at all, because now, Jeonghan has you on the bed, doing the one thing you had practically begged him to do—take his anger out on you. 

"G-God, please..." You're not sure what it is you're begging for. It's hard to think straight when Jeonghan is between your legs, lapping at your dripping cunt with his tongue. He had warned you not to touch him, but after several attempts of burying your fingers into his silky hair, he decided to take matters into his own hand, grabbing both of your wrists in one hand and pinning them to your heaving chest. 

Your fingers continuously curl and uncurl against your chest, desperately trying to grab at something to ground yourself. The pleasure coursing through you makes your head spin, your mouth feeling as dry as cotton as you continue to chant your boyfriend's name. 

Jeonghan hums against you, mouth suckling at your swollen bundle of nerves. Your jaw drops open at the feeling, eyes screwing shut as you let a moan slip past your lips. He repeats the cycle a few more times—kissing, sucking, licking—until you feel the familiar knot tightening in your stomach. 

To your disappointment, Jeonghan withdraws his mouth from you but is quick to replace it with his fingers. He's familiar with your body by now, knowing what gives you the most pleasure and which spots to press to have you coming undone in minutes. 

He's rubbing tight circles into your clit with his thumb, middle and ring fingers ghosting over your hole, not dipping in, only lingering there to serve as a reminder of the control he has over you. "Keep your hands there," he says, squeezing at your wrists once as a warning. Then he lets go of your hands and settles his palm on the inside of your thigh, spreading you open further. 

"Jeonghan..." you whimper, legs beginning to shake as the telltale sign of your climax begins to show. 

"I need you to cum on my fingers once before you can have my cock," he says, voice coming out huskier than normal. 

Straining your neck, you peer down at your boyfriend with half-lidded eyes, only to feel a rush of heat in your stomach when you see that he's already looking at you. In the dim light of your bedside lamp, you can just make out his blown-out pupils, almost obscured beneath the strands of dark hair falling over his forehead. His lips curl up into a wicked smirk, and your focus shifts from his eyes to the way his mouth glistens with your wetness. It feels so shameful, but the sight only makes you drip even more. 

"My angel wants me to be angry at her, right?" he asks you, pressing down harder on your clit, which makes you yelp with surprise, head dropping back onto your pillow. 

"Don't stop, please, I'm cumming... F-Fuck!" It's all you manage to say as you begin to writhe under Jeonghan's hold.

He clicks his teeth in disapproval when you shift your hands from your chest to your sides, fingers tightly grabbing at the bedsheet, twisting at it recklessly. He lets it slide, however, knowing you're trying your best not to touch him like he knows you so desperately want to. 

His ring finger dips into your hole just slightly, and the stretch isn't much, but it makes you keen anyway, breath catching in your throat as he plunges it deeper and deeper until it reaches his knuckle. He doesn't move it after that, keeping it buried there as he continues to play with your clit. 

"I've barely even started and you're already like this," he says in a mocking tone, teasingly biting down at your plush thigh. "Go ahead and cum for me, then. Show me how much you want my cock, baby..."

Your body caves to his words. The knot in your stomach snaps, and you cum with a loud moan that you don't even attempt to hide. Without warning, Jeonghan promptly replaces his thumb on your clit with his mouth, sucking hard, prolonging the pleasure. He doesn't mind the way your whole body is trembling or the way your thighs try to snap shut. 

"H-Hannie, fuck... fuck..."

The way you're mumbling out incoherent words only makes the blood rush down to his cock. He's painfully hard in his pants, wanting nothing more than to sink himself right into your tight pussy. It's getting increasingly difficult to think with his head than his dick. His self-restraint is starting to fray at the edge. 

"That's it, baby..." he mumbles, removing his ring finger from inside you, grinning when your hole tries to suck the digit back in. 

With his index and middle finger, Jeonghan spreads your pussy lips apart, ignoring your whine of protest as he continues to stare at your soaked cunt. It's humiliating to be so exposed and vulnerable like this, but why do you enjoy it so much? 

Jeonghan snickers, warm breath hitting your bare pussy. "Baby, I wish you could see yourself right now. Your cute pussy is clenching around nothing."

With a sheepish whine, you splay your hands over your face, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment. "Hannie..." you grumble, hoping he would show you some compassion and stop teasing. But of course, Yoon Jeonghan wouldn't just stop there. You should know better by now that there is no one in the world more cunning and sly than your boyfriend. 

Jeonghan pushes himself up into a sitting position, sighing when he sees the way you've covered your face. He doesn't like it when you hide from him but surprisingly doesn't say anything about it. 

When you feel him shift on the bed, your curiosity gets the best of you. Peering cautiously through the gaps of your fingers, you're left dumbfounded at the sight of your boyfriend tugging his shirt over his head. The wisps of his dark hair that had been snagged by the shirt are left askew, and the view would be endearing if it wasn't for the devious look in his eyes as he looks at you. 

Then he stands, and for a second, you're afraid he might leave you there. It wouldn't be unlike Jeonghan to suddenly leave. He's unpredictable, always trying to be a step ahead of everyone. This time, however, all he does is stand by the end of the bed, eyes roaming over your exposed figure as if trying to determine the next course of action that will deliver the most favourable outcome for him. Damn him and his mind games.

With slow movement, you press your legs together, concealing your most intimate part from your boyfriend. He shakes his head in disapproval, but you make no move to rectify your mistake. It's impossible not to hide from him when he's looking down at you as though he wants to devour you inch by inch—like a lion ogling at a wounded deer. 

Very slowly, he begins to undo the string of his sweatpants. It aggravates you to see how composed he is, movements unhurried as if he doesn't see just how much you need him. Surely he notices how your eyes rove over his bare torso, committing to memory every little detail about his body even if you've seen it myriad times before. He's not particularly muscular; he's more lean than anything, elegant, and refined in all the right places. It only makes the waiting feel even more agonising. 

"Don't tease, Hannie, please," you plead, your pulse quickening when he finally steps out of his pants. 

"Don't tease? Aw, princess, you were the one getting all friendly with your ex, and now you want me to treat you like a good girl who hasn't been whoring around behind my back?" His tone is condescending, sending a surge of electricity up your spine.  

You're suddenly reminded of what landed you in the current predicament in the first place. You want to explain and justify yourself, but you're rendered speechless when Jeonghan sweeps a hand down over his torso, eventually wrapping around his hard cock. He tugs once, twice, hissing slightly at the much-needed contact, smearing pre-cum all over the tip and shaft, the ring on his pinky glinting in the low light. 

Sitting upright, you're about to speak and deny his previous statement, but the words die down in your throat when he suddenly climbs onto the bed, slowly crawling closer to you.

You squeak in surprise when he grabs at one of your legs, tugging you down just slightly so that your face is parallel to his. Then, he settles himself between your legs, cock pressed against your stomach. He has you right where he wants you. 

Jeonghan captures your lips in a kiss, wasting no time to slip his tongue into your mouth, tangling it with yours. You sigh into his mouth, tasting the remnants of your wetness on his tongue and lips. It's a pleasant mix of bitter and sweet, a combination that makes you feel dazed despite the fact that he hasn't done anything to you yet. 

Jeonghan sinks his teeth into your bottom lip, relishing the way you mewl. He starts pressing wet kisses onto your jaw, trailing down to your neck and collarbone. "You smell so good, pretty," he mumbles against your skin, licking at your sternum. 

Reaching a hand down, you grab at his hard cock, wanting nothing more than for him to slip himself inside. You're sure you're dripping down onto the bedsheet by now. Jeonghan, however, has other plans. You only get to pump him twice before he slaps your hand away, pinning your wrist to the bed. "Don't act like such an impatient whore..."

Your whine of protest trails out into a moan when Jeonghan suddenly wraps his mouth around your nipple. His mouth is hot against the sensitive bud, and the light grazes of his teeth against it makes you arch your back. 

Jeonghan's eyes suddenly meet yours, hooded with lust. He's suckling so noisily, hips grinding into yours. It's so obscene—the way he's looking at you, the sounds he's making, the way his balls press down on your clit whenever he grinds into you. Feeling overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensory, you turn your head to the side, burying your face into your pillow as you huff out a shaky breath. 

You should've known Jeonghan wouldn't be too pleased with this. He withdraws his mouth from your chest with a lewd pop. His hand leaves your wrist in favour of grabbing at your chin. His grip is harsh, but not enough to hurt. With a sharp yank, he forces you to face forward, where you have no other choice than to meet his eyes. 

He clicks his tongue disappointedly, and your eyes flick down to his lips, red and puffy from sucking. This doesn't help your case at all, because Jeonghan immediately starts vigorously shaking your face left and right, compelling you to look back into his eyes. Your head feels dizzy, but you don't miss the look in his eyes. There's irritation swirling in them now, imbued with desire and the hunger to ravage your body until you're left a broken, muddled mess. It makes you shudder, legs squeezing tight on each side of his hips. 

"You know better than to hide from me, right?" His thumb caresses the skin of your jaw. The touch is so soft, a stark contrast to the way he's glaring down at you. When you take a little too long to answer, Jeonghan taps at your cheek a few times, hard enough for you to feel the sting. 

"Y-Yes..."

He coos, stroking your stinging cheek. "Mhm, but you're not behaving very well tonight, are you?"

"I've been good, Hannie," you assert, trying to maintain your composed front even though you desperately need him to fill you to the brim. You're aching, and you need his cock to soothe the pain. Noticing his sceptical gaze, you decide to reword your sentence. "I'm sorry. I'll be good, I promise."

Jeonghan is thinking about something, silently plotting something in his head. Fuck, you're screwed now. The intensity of his gaze tells you he's about to do something that's unlikely to be in your favour.

"You want to hide from me that bad, hm?"

You're quick to shake your head. "No, Hannie, I want you to see me."

Jeonghan scowls, pecking your lips once before sitting up on his knees. "On your stomach."

You frown, dread washing over you. He knows how much you loathe that position. "Jeonghan, please, no..."

Jeonghan's face remains impassive. "I won't ask you twice."

"You know I take a long time to cum when I can't see your face," you grumble, feeling your stomach churn, chest tightening. 

"Who said you were cumming tonight?"

The question sends you into a frenzy. "Please, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, please, please..."

When Jeonghan has his mind set on something, no amount of begging or grovelling will sway him. He's glowering at you, and three seconds pass before you relent. Having his cock inside you is better than nothing at all. 

"There you go, baby," he says when you finally shift onto your stomach. He's quick to straddle your thighs. "Wasn't so hard, was it?" 

You say nothing, feeling sulky now that you can't look at your boyfriend's pretty face anymore. "Angh!" you yelp when you feel a spank on your ass. Jeonghan does it a few more times, rubbing the tender skin between each hit. The touch should be soothing, but it only makes your ass burn even more, raw from his smacking.

Gritting your teeth from the tantalizing sting, you bite back an apology, knowing it's probably the last thing Jeonghan wants from you. Saying sorry would only make it worst for you. He's testing you, pushing the boundaries to see how much you can endure before you break and plead for some semblance of his kindness. The longer you hold out, the better. 

You feel him dip his head down, pressing his face into the crook of your neck, taking a deep inhale to breathe in your smell. The fragrance of your perfume and natural scent is exhilarating. He wants to stay there and breathe you in all day, fill his lungs with your sweet scent so that he can still smell you even when you're miles away from him. 

A groan rumbles in his chest, you can feel it on your upper back, can hear it right beside your ear. He starts pressing kisses down your shoulder blade, digging his teeth into the smooth flesh. 

"Keep your head down," he warns you, as though he knows about your urge to turn and look at him. He sits up, his knees on each side of your legs, willowy fingers kneading your hips. 

You whine into your pillow, eyes brimming with frustrated tears. Your whole body is trembling, yearning to see him, touch him, tug on the silken strands of his dark hair. God, just the thought of it has slick gushing out of your throbbing hole. 

"I'll be good," you promise him, voice coming out breathy, desperation bleeding through. "Just, please..." you beg, quietly moaning when you feel Jeonghan's hands on your inner thighs, spreading your legs just enough for him to comfortably press the tip of his leaking cock onto your cunt. 

You hear him chuckle when your whole body stiffens, anticipating the moment when he'll finally fuck you full. He sighs to himself, looking at the way your pussy is all coated in your wetness, slick gushing out onto his cockhead as he brushes it over your clit. 

"Hmm, but you only behave after you're caught doing something bad, isn't that right?"

You don't answer, unsure whether you should defend yourself or agree with his question. You gasp when you feel him slide in just slightly, stretching you out, tip prodding at your gummy walls just enough to make you feel the agonizing stretch. "More, Hannie," you mutter, practically drooling at the prospect that it would only take a roll of his hips for him to fill you up. 

However, the delicious stretch never comes, and you're left there feeling stupid, panting with only his tip buried inside of you. You whine once, lifting your head to look back at him. Big mistake. You've barely craned your neck before you feel his hand pushing down onto the crown of your head, fingers yanking at your mussed-up hair, shoving the side of your face back into the pillow. 

With a growl, Jeonghan leans down to press his lips against your ear. "What's with you today, princess? You've always been such a good girl for me, but you keep pushing my fucking buttons today. You want me angry, hm? Is that what you want?"

His crude words shouldn't make you feel the way you do, but when he speaks, his hot breath against your ear makes your eyes roll back, pussy clenching around the tip of his cock, desperate to suck more of him in. You respond with a quiet apology, voice quivering from the arousal wracking through your body. You crave him, ache for him like a desert thirsts for rain. "Need you..."

Then, as if he senses your distress, he decides to show you some mercy. Little by little, he slides into you, slipping in easily, aided by the wetness seeping out of your pulsating hole. He ignores the way you call out his name with a shattered gasp, slowly pressing forward until his hips are flush against your ass and his cock is snug in your heat, buried to the hilt. 

You can feel Jeonghan's groan rumbling in his chest, and the noise makes your pussy clamp down on him tighter. You're fisting at the bedsheet, feeling relieved, desperate, and frantic all at the same time. God, why isn't he moving? You want him to fuck you into the bed, want him to ruin you, use you until you can barely remember your name. 

Perhaps this is Jeonghan's way of taking his anger out on you—tormenting you until you're reduced to nothing but a sputtering, drooling wreck. Maybe he wants to see you plead, beg. Or maybe, he wants you to curse him out, chastise him, berate him for putting you through this torture.

Afraid of further repercussions, you decide to patiently wait, clenching your teeth to bite back from begging him to move. Seconds seem to drag on endlessly, and you resort to imagining the sight you'd be met with if you were to turn around. Would you see Jeonghan's face contorted into a mixture of frustration and hunger? Would his eyes be crazed and heated? Maybe he's enjoying the excruciating wait, peering down at you with an amused grin, tongue peeking out to rest against his lower lip just slightly. You're dying to know. 

Then, as if he is satisfied with your unwavering determination to remain still for him, he loosens his hold on your hair, gently brushing the dishevelled strands back. His thumb extends out to stroke at the tendrils of baby hair stuck to your temple, damp with perspiration. "You want me to move, baby?"

The question catches you off guard, and for a moment, you have half a mind to consider saying yes, but a nagging feeling tells you it might be a trick question. Jeonghan must've sensed your apprehension because you hear him chuckle. 

Without any warning, he draws his hips back, pulling out until only his tip remains inside before plunging in again. Your jaw slackens into a silent moan. The lack of stimulation has made your body feel so attuned to his, sensitive to every little movement. You feel the rise and fall of his chest against your back, feel his breath on your neck, and the ridges of the veins on his cock against your pussy. 

"It's not a trick question, you know?"

You're quick to nod your head as best as you can. "Please move," you breathe out, feeling like you're on the verge of just turning around and demanding him to fuck you the way you both need it. 

His hand grapples onto the sheets by your head, delivering another thrust into your cunt. His movement is languid, as though he wants to take his time. It's driving you crazy, just how collected he seems compared to you. Your body feels as though it's burning, lit ablaze by his kisses, touches, and every single point of contact between his skin and yours. 

Your eyes zero in on his hand propped up on the bed, right in front of your eyes, honing in on the way the sheets bunch between his fingers and the way his ring sits snug on his pinky. Subconsciously, you reach out for it, fingertips digging into his knuckles, nails pinching into the skin when he thrusts again. The movement is more rushed this time, jostling you up on the bed just a little, which makes you gasp. 

He removes your hand from him, hurriedly pressing your palm into the bed, cradling your hand from behind, his fingers sliding through the spaces of yours to intertwine them. The gesture feels so intimate, and it leaves you feeling disoriented. "Fuck, Hannie, so good..."

Jeonghan chuckles, peppering kisses all over your bare shoulder, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake wherever his lips meet your skin. "I've barely even started, baby."

Jeonghan pushes himself up onto his knees, letting go of your hand to place both his hands on your hips. He doesn't miss the way you groan at the loss of his warmth on your back, but he dismisses it. He pushes in once, twice, his gaze fixed on the point where his cock keeps appearing and disappearing into your drenched cunt. 

You barely register it when Jeonghan hauls you up onto your hands and knees, lost in the thought of him, only comprehending the situation when he once again slides into your aching pussy. You make a strangled noise in the back of your throat, elbows buckling, almost sending your face flopping back into your pillow. 

Jeonghan doesn't feel the need to take it slow anymore. His thrusts are no longer feeble, and his pace is steady. The sound of skin meeting skin fills his ears, mixed with your broken moans. It sounds like an obscene euphony, a harmony that makes his head feel foggy and hazed.

 "Fuck, pretty, you're enjoying this, aren't you?" Jeonghan grunts, sneaking a glance down, only for his pace to falter when he sees the way your slick is coating your inner thighs. The view is so lewd, salacious, dirty, and messy. "My messy fucking baby," he mumbles, picking up his speed, eyes fluttering when he feels your walls tightening around him. 

"Jeonghan... Jeonghan..." You're chanting his name like a mantra, eyes pinched close, savouring the feeling of being pumped full. 

"Yeah... that's my name, baby," Jeonghan responds, restrain starting to slip, evident in the way his voice cracks just slightly at the last syllable. "Can you cum like this?"

You promptly shake your head. "N-No." It's not entirely a lie. You hate relying on your imagination like this. You want to be able to touch him, hold him, want to be able to look into his eyes as you let your orgasm crash down on you. You want to see the way his hair frames his pretty face, want to see his flushed cheeks and the sweat gathering at the dips of his collarbones. You want to see him, or you think you'll die on the spot.

"Good. Don't cum, princess." 

"W-What?" you squeak out. 

Jeonghan snorts out a laugh. "I told you before—you're not cumming tonight."

You gulp, stooping down low onto your elbow, too weak to support yourself up on your hands. "I wanna cum, H-Hannie... Please let me..."

Jeonghan only snickers, ramming into you harder, letting out a content sigh when your moans seem to escalate, becoming more wanton and desperate. You're squeezing him so tight, white ring of your milky slick forming a ring at the base of his cock, causing him to groan out loud. He'd like to think that he's in full control, but everything about you is making him feel delirious—your smell, your pussy, your moans. 

Ever the competitive man, Jeonghan feels like he's losing this game. He's supposed to be angry at you, but why does it feel like you have the upper hand? Feeling irked by this sudden revelation, he stretches a hand out, wrapping it around your neck. He hears the surprised gasp you let out when he pulls you upright into his chest. 

Your hands immediately fly up to circle around his wrist, taken aback by the sudden change of positions. His other arm slithers around your waist, keeping you balanced as he continues to fuck you from behind. "Fuck, Hannie, your cock feels so good," you can't help but murmur, arching your hips just slightly so he can reach deeper into you. 

He scoffs, burying his face into the crook of your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses on the spot underneath your ear, strands of his hair tickling your skin. As he expects, your head lolls the other way, granting him better access to your neck. "Of course it feels good, baby. I've fucked you so many times your pussy is used to me now. Wouldn't be able to take another cock without thinking of mine, would you? Wouldn't feel so good if it wasn't my cock, right?"

His fingers dig into the sides of your neck, constricting just enough for you to gradually feel the drowsiness from the lack of air. It's intoxicating, being able to surrender yourself to another person completely, knowing they have you in the palm of their hand.

You're too preoccupied with the feeling of his hand around your throat to realise his other hand sneaking down to settle between your legs, middle and ring fingers starting to draw gentle circles into your bundle of nerves. It's almost too much—the way his cock slides in and out of you, the way his lips skim over your neck, the chokehold he has on you, the breathy groans he murmurs against your skin. 

"Unghh! F-Fuck, Jeonghan, 'm gonna cum..."

He chuckles, delighted at the turn of events. He doesn't stop the motion of his fingers against your clit and instead presses down harder, making your head roll back onto his shoulder, a throaty moan spilling past your lips into the open air. 

"Oh?" he says in a sardonic tone. "You said you couldn't cum like this. Or were you just lying to me, baby?" His mocking shouldn't have such power over you, but it makes your heart pound with the intensity of a raging storm.

"N-No, it's because you're... your fingers—"

"Hmm, what's with my fingers, angel?" 

The fingers on your clit start moving faster, motions rushed and relentless, bringing you to the verge of your climax quicker than you would ever anticipate. The sudden shift in speed makes you cry out in shock, eyes pinching shut. You're quick to bring a hand down to his wrist, tugging, trying to yank his hand away from between your legs. 

He doesn't relent, slapping your hand away and briefly resuming his assault on your aching bud. "Don't try to stop me now. I thought you wanted to cum."

"You told me not to," you rush out, heat starting to swell in your stomach, ready to burst. 

Jeonghan lets out a chortle. "That's right, baby. Ah, you listen so well..." Stretching his tongue out, he licks a broad path up your neck, stopping right underneath your jaw, where he proceeds to suck the skin. He wants to mark you, claim you. What better way than to bruise your pretty skin, right? To show everyone only a sliver of what goes on between you and him behind closed doors. 

"Oh, god, let me cum, please, please..." You have no other option than to resort to begging. Cumming without his consent would be catastrophic now. Not being able to see his face is punishment already to you, you're terrified of just how far he'd be willing to go to take his anger out on you.

Jeonghan presses the tip of his nose into the plushness of your cheek, humming as though he's weighing his options. "I don't think so, princess," he mumbles, the snap of his hips not once faltering, maintaining its hasty rhythm. "I don't think you deserve to cum."

You don't have much time left. Simple begging won't work now. You're wracking your brain for anything, anything. Forcing him to cum before you would be close to impossible, noting just how composed he seems. He's breathing hard, gravelly groans bubbling up in his chest, but he's nowhere near how wrecked you are.

Through your haze, you suddenly grow aware of the hand still draped over your throat. He's not pressing or squeezing, simply just letting his hand rest there as a means to keep you balanced on your knees as he fucks you open from behind. 

Sheer desperation makes you reach both hands up to claw at the hand on your neck. You're clinging onto the last threads of your rationality, knowing if Jeonghan puts even the slightest amount of pressure on his grip, all your sanity will go out the window, and you'd be hurled face-first into your much-awaited orgasm. You're playing with fire, you know it, but you only have one chance. 

"Unghh, f-fuck, please, choke me... I've been a bad girl, H-Hannie, choke me as punishment, and let me cum..."

You feel his mouth stretch into a grin against your cheek. Your walls are clenching around him so tight, pulsing, so hot and tight. He knows he has won. It's this notion of winning that has him thinking about giving in, but one look at your face has him reeling back his words. The furrow of your eyebrows, your slack jaw, your scarlet cheeks... it makes him feel sadistic. You wanted him to be angry at you anyway, what boyfriend would he be if he didn't give you any reason to make him angry? 

Then, Jeonghan watches. He tightens the hand around your neck, and continues his assault on your clit with the other, all while he continues to ram his dick into you again and again. You start to babble out incoherent words, and that's when he finally strikes. 

"Don't cum."

Those are the two simple words that send you dissolving into a whirl of pleasure and euphoria. Your ears feel like they're ringing as pure, white heat consumes you whole, moaning out your boyfriend's name repeatedly as you go rigid in his embrace. It's like shockwaves, rippling through you so forcibly you have no choice but to succumb to the raging tides, riding it out until you can fully apprehend the situation again. 

Gradually, you begin to notice the way Jeonghan holds you tight to him, how both his hands wrap around your waist to keep your body pressed to his, how his hips have stilled, hard cock still sheathed in your throbbing heat. He's pressing soft kisses onto your shoulder, coaxing you down from your high. 

Jeonghan lets your tired figure collapse onto the bed before sitting back and propping himself up on his heels. The sight is so endearing to him—you, still huffing breathlessly, hushed whines slipping past your lips at every exhale, so spent after only one orgasm. Jeonghan feels like it's so perverse of him to reach a hand down to stroke at his still-hard cock, touching himself to the sight of your curled figure. From this angle, he can see the mess between your thighs, remnants of your juices and his pre-cum smeared all over your puffy pussy lips. Oh, he definitely isn't done with you just yet. 

He hears you mumble his name groggily. Jeonghan's not sure whether you're calling out to him or just saying meaningless things in your post-orgasm haze. He doesn't waste time thinking, though, immediately swooping down to cage you between his arms, kissing along your hairline. "Tired already?"

Your eyes flutter open, looking up at your boyfriend who hovers above you with a smirk that makes your heart skip a beat. Fuck, you're really in for it. 

He coos at you, but it sounds sarcastic. "I told you to hold it, didn't I?"

You puff out a breath, shifting onto your back, obediently parting your legs so Jeonghan can slot himself in between them. "But your fingers—"

"Good girls don't talk back, do they, pretty?"

"N-No..."

He nods, eyes wandering downward, not trying to hide the way they zero in on your breasts. "No, they don't... But you're not a good girl, are you?" he asks, lowering himself to blow cool air onto your nipple, earning a choked gasp from you. Without any warning, he latches his mouth onto the skin at the top of your breast, sucking earnestly, not letting up until he's finally satisfied with the reddening of the skin there. He always loved to see the reddish hue of your hickeys turn into delicate shades of blue and purple as they heal. 

"I can be your good girl..."

"No, no, baby, you're a lying whore who doesn't do as they're told."

"Hannie, I asked you so many times—"

Jeonghan doesn't give you a chance to object, immediately slanting his lips over yours. He pushes his tongue past your spit-coated lips, exploring every crevice of your mouth, letting his tongue tangle with yours lasciviously. He feels you sigh against his mouth, hands coming up to curl around the nape of his neck. 

Reaching a hand down, he positions his cock over your entrance, plunging himself into your sopping pussy without any notice. It's easy to sink back into you—you're still sopping wet and stretched open from before.

Shocked, you break away from the kiss to let out a sharp cry, nails digging into his shoulders, threatening to break the skin there. "God, J-Jeonghan!"

He doesn't give you any time to adjust, quickly finding a rhythm that makes you arch your chest, pebbled nipples brushing against his front. You finally have the chance to look at him, really look at him. Fuck, you wouldn't trade this sight for anything else. He's the most beautiful thing you've ever had the privilege of seeing. 

He notices your lovestruck eyes, cock twitching inside you as he pounds into you. He thinks you're so pretty, all splayed out underneath him, so pliant, letting him do whatever he pleases with you. Your hair fans out over the pillow under your head, thin tendrils of it clinging onto your dewy temple and neck. He understands why you love to see his face so much whenever you fuck—he thinks he could cum earlier than anticipated if you keep looking at him with that infatuated gaze.

"Fuck, baby..." he curses, and it's the first time you've seen him lose his composure. "Fuck, you're such a pretty little thing..."

Your body sings at the compliment, shuddering, legs pressing into his sides, wanting to close shut but unable to. You're light-headed, still sensitive from your previous orgasm, but this feels too good to stop. With quivering hands, you slip your fingers through his hair, tugging and pulling carelessly. He's growing his hair out, so the length falls just shy of his shoulders, some strands curling over his neck like delicate tendrils of silk. 

Jeonghan's low groan pulls you out of your dazed thoughts. "Hannie..."

"Mhm, am I fucking you good, gorgeous? No one else can fuck you like I can, hm?"

You rake your nails across the nape of his neck, whimpering when he shifts just a little, hitching one of your legs up and hooking it around his slender waist. He thrusts a few more times, and his cock brushes against a spot that has you jolting, mewling as he grazes it repeatedly. 

"Oh? Right there?" Jeonghan noses at your cheekbone, listening to your gasps and whimpers, feeling his abdomen tighten at the obscene sounds you let out. 

"R-Right there..."

"That's it... You think Seungcheol can get you like this?"

At the mention of your ex's name, you whine loudly. A part of you hadn't expected Jeonghan to remember the earlier incident, but you should've known better. It seems stupid to think Yoon Jeonghan wouldn't remember an incident that occurred only an hour ago. 

"H-Hannie..."

"Hm, you gonna meet him for lunch? Gonna let him try to win you over? Gonna let him have what's mine?"

You shake your head, on the verge of sobbing, feeling your eyes fill with tears. "Wouldn't do that," you rasp. "I'm yours, Hannie..."

Jeonghan doesn't seem very convinced. "Yeah? You're mine?" he mutters against the apple of your cheek. His voice is low, any traces of anger or annoyance concealed. "You wanna say you're mine, with his contact still saved in your phone, baby? Don't be silly."

Your heel digs into Jeonghan's lower back, anchoring him to you as he continues to drill into you. "But I am yours—"

"Are you?"

"Y-Yes, always yours..." A hard thrust has you gasping, tears trickling down your temple, getting caught in your hair. 

Jeonghan's pace stutters, distracted by the way you blink up at him through your damp lashes. Tears gather at your lash line, and he can't help but want more. It's a sick thought, but Jeonghan doesn't care much. How could he care when he's balls deep inside of you, feeling like he's about to explode from the way your heat wraps around him so well? He wants to see you cry for him, sob, snivel, all because you can't get enough of his cock. He wants you to cum so hard you see stars and forget about everything but him, him, him. Choi Seungcheol will be the last thing on your mind. 

When Jeonghan lowers himself down onto his elbow, he seals his mouth to yours, kissing you fervently. It's a bruising kiss, teeth digging into lips, tongue rolling together in an alluring dance. After some time, Jeonghan reluctantly pulls back, taking a much-needed breath. He groans at the sight of your lips, all plump and damp with a mixture of his and your spit. "Fuck, baby... you're mine, aren't you?" 

 "Y-Yes, yes!" you babble, vision blurring as more tears fill your eyes. 

"You're gonna let me fill you up? Have your pussy dripping my cum for days so you don't forget who you belong to. You like the sound of that?"

"God, yes, yes..." 

Your thighs are starting to shake, Jeonghan can feel it on his hips. He brings his lips over yours again, not kissing you, just barely letting it brush over yours. He can feel every hot breath you release against his mouth. "Say his name, baby."

"Unghh... Hannie—" 

He snickers. "I said his name, not mine," he says darkly, pecking your lips once. 

You're confused and so goddamn frustrated. You're teetering on the precipice of your orgasm, and he wants to play mind games with you now? "No," you whine, shaking your head. 

"No? Why are you so scared?"

"F-Fuck, please!"

"I won't get mad at you for saying it, princess." His voice has dropped down an octave. It feels like it's seeping into your brain, turning it into mush. 

"C-Can't..." you murmur, drool gathering in your mouth the more Jeonghan splits you open. 

"You can't? Why? Scared you might cum if you say his name? Scared you'll think of him when you cum?"

Your eyes grow wide in alarm. "N-No! I wouldn't do that, oh god, f-fuck..."

"Then say it or you're not cumming," he threatens, grinding harder into you, angling his pelvis just slightly so that it brushes against your clit every time he thrusts in. He watches your eyes roll back, pleasure fogging up your brain. He feels your juices coat his pelvis, splashing over his lower abdomen. Whenever his cock dips in and out, the wet sounds resound throughout the room, and it makes him hiss. "Say it," he repeats, knowing he won't last much longer. 

You frantically shake your head, moans coming out stuttered. "N-No, please don't, I can't...Hannie—"

Jeonghan notes the way you're starting to sound distant. "Say it or I'm leaving you here to cum by yourself."

Your eyes meet his—frazzled, panicked, dazed. "Please, I can't!"

"You wanted me mad, right? This is it, princess. Show some gratitude and say his fucking name."

You're trying hard to read him, to possibly decipher his intentions, but it's so hard when you feel like you're on the verge of passing out from the onslaught of pleasure. You reach one hand down to rake at the skin of his lower back, earning a throaty groan from him, a sound that makes your skin prickle. Your other hand settles on his face, cupping his jaw softly, as if begging him. 

Your eyes roam over his face, taking in his exquisite beauty that always leaves you short of breath. His tousled hair hangs over his forehead, dangling in front of his eyes, dark like pools of obsidian, drawing you into their depth. There's a radiant flush that colours his cheeks, drawing your attention to the contour of his cheekbones and jaw, dusted lightly with sweat, highlighting the sharp features. Then his lips—so inviting and soft, parting with each breath. 

Jeonghan feels almost flattered under the weight of your affectionate stare. He briefly closes his eyes, breathing in through his nose, trying to pull himself together. He tries to push everything out of his mind—your delicious sounds, your intoxicating scent, your warm cunt around his cock. It's your sweet, quiet whine that pulls him out of his reverie. When he locks eyes with you again, he knows there's nothing he can do to delay his impending climax—not when you're looking up at him so tenderly, eyes fixated on him like a moth drawn to a mesmerizing flame.

"I c-cant... Don't make me say his name, p-please..."

Jeonghan swallows hard, one hand curving at the nape of your neck. With his grip he tilts your head up, letting your lips caress his. "Say my name, then. Say my name when you cum. Look at me and show me who you belong to..." 

You cum with a shout of Jeonghan's name, your whole body shaking at the sudden explosion. You squirm in your boyfriend's hold, toes curling over the back of his thighs as the pleasure ravages your whole body, surging through every nerve and every cell. It's numbing and so overwhelming at the same time, every inch of your skin humming with electricity, and every vein feeling like they've been set ablaze. For a moment, nothing else in the world matters except you and Jeonghan, entwined in each other as you lose yourself in the whirlwind of pleasure. 

"Fuck, fuck, should I fill you up, baby?" Jeonghan's voice quivers just slightly. 

The question sends another flood of ecstasy through you, cunt fluttering around his cock a second time. "Yes, yes—"

Your voice is like a siren's call to him, beckoning him, tempting him. Jeonghan is only a man, and he's not immune to a force as powerful as you. He sinks his teeth into your neck as he finally empties himself inside you with a drawn-out groan. Your tight cunt is pulsing so tightly around him, milking him, forcing every drop of cum to spill into you and coat your walls. A rather high-pitched whine escapes his lips as he slumps into you, hips flushed to yours, aching balls slick with the mixture of your release and his. 

You're panting heavily as you wrap your arms around Jeonghan, blinking up at the ceiling blearily, feeling filled to the brim with his cum still in you. Despite having the urge to clean yourself up and get rid of the stickiness between your legs, you lie there for another minute, feeling so content with Jeonghan's weight atop yours and his lips on your neck. Being with him is pure bliss. 

"Jeonghan," you say softly after some time, not wanting to ruin the peace and quiet.

He hums, rolling over to the side to lie on his back, letting his softening cock slip out of you. He pulls you into him with one arm, allowing you to settle half of your body on top of his. He lets out a pleased sigh, one hand grazing over your bare back, fingertips gliding down the dip of your spine. 

Placing a palm on his chest, you rest your chin on the back of your hand, gazing up at him tiredly. He seems to glow so prettily, eyes fluttered shut and a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. Despite the heaviness of your eyelids, you gather your resolve, knowing that you still have something to clarify with him.

Without thinking too much, you mumble Jeonghan's name again and smile when his eyes flutter open to peer down at you drowsily. His free hand comes up to brush back the hair from your eyes. 

"I'm sorry for not letting you know," you mutter, the weight of your guilt just now settling in your heart. If you don't apologise now, the feeling might devour you whole. "I should've told you..."

The hand on your back ceases moving, palm splaying on your upper back, warm against your skin. "Baby, I wasn't really—you know—angry about it. I was a little stumped, sure, but... I trust you. I always trust you."

You shake your head, pulling yourself up slightly to look at him better. "You deserve to be angry. Jeonghan, you should be so angry at me. I should've told you as soon as I got home from that dinner party."

Jeonghan chuckles, much to your dismay. "Okay, then why didn't you?"

"I just... didn't think it was important. I felt like it wasn't anything worth telling you. It's not a good excuse, I know."

"Is Seungcheol important to you?"

Your eyes widen in disbelief, unable to fully grasp what you just heard. "What! No, of course not!"

"Then what's there to apologise about?" Jeonghan says with a snicker. "Did you kiss him at the party? Did he try to make any move on you? Did he seem interested in you?"

"No to all of those. I... I told him I already found someone else," you admit in a quiet voice. 

When Jeonghan smiles at you, it looks somewhat smug. "That's my girl... Besides, it wasn't his face that you were sitting on when you got back home from that party, was it?"

Appalled by Jeonghan's words, you bring your palm down on his chest, smacking him. "You're disgusting, Yoon Jeonghan."

He only laughs, eyes crinkling as he pulls you even closer. "Don't act like you don't love it."

You say nothing, only bringing your head down to rest it on his chest again. His heartbeat is strong against your ear, and his skin feels warm under your cheek. 

"So..." Jeonghan begins. "Round two in the shower?"

He doesn't have to ask twice—you're already off the bed and sauntering towards the bathroom. 

warnings: car sex, so semi-public sex, hate sex, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (👎🏼), creampie, some cockwarming, degradation (mentions of past cheating, both reader and jeonghan refer to the other as "slut"), reader is also called a cockslut at one point, hair pulling, pussy slapping, nicknames (hannie; darling), jeonghan is really toxic (and a big asshole), past infidelity, seungcheol is mentioned a few times *wink wonk*

Frosty air cooled the sweat sticking to your exposed skin, heeled boots clacking over the pavement as you stumbled out of the creaky, metal door at the back of the club. You were way too sober, you thought, eyebrow twitching at the memory of your fight with the new manager. ‘No alcohol after you clock in,’ the high-pitched sound repeated in your ears. You worked just fine with a shot or two in your system; you’d argue you worked even better, able to drown out the slurred pick-up lines and simply pour drinks. Friday nights were the worst, and having to deal with clingy men who didn’t understand rejection—most of which not even your type—without alcohol had you considering a career change. So the second the clock hit eleven, you hurriedly wiped your station before another batch of college freshmen crowded the bar, grabbing your stuff and scrambling out the back exit.

Your legs carried you out of the small alleyway and onto the lit main sidewalk, thankful that the council finally replaced the flickering light bulb. Your eyes zeroed in on the bus stop down the road, and you quickly made your way towards it before the last bus could arrive.

A sudden horn blared to your right, cutting through the stillness and sounding over the distant music from the club behind you. Your fingers dug into your pocket on instinct to circle around the tube of pepper spray, your body tensing defensively as you faced the Jeep parked in front of you. The driver’s tinted window rolled down, a head of short, brown locks peeking through the gap. Your hand eased around the spray when you met with familiar, downturned eyes, hooded with what seemed like amusement. A shot of pain seared through your chest, your heart pounding against your ribcage as Jeonghan stared back at you blankly, a simple “hey” reverberating in the air between you.

“No bitches to cheat on tonight?” You spat, tightening your fingers around the jacket in your hand.

Why was he here? After you’d finally stopped looking for him in every corner, hoping he’d pull you out from behind the bar to give you a tearful apology? After the scent of his misdeeds had faded off your bedsheets, your slumber no longer interrupted by dreams about your heart being used as a plaything?

Jeonghan's eyebrow twitched, his amusement blending with irritation. “Seungcheol’s taken now, whose cock would they jump on if I did?”

Resentment seeped into your chest, and you considered pepper spraying him just to erase that smug smirk off his face. But you turned away from him, sucking in the cool air while scheming eyes bore into your profile. You willed your legs into motion, your footsteps sounding to the beat of the muffled club music as you continued your journey down to the bus stop. A car door slammed somewhere behind you, and you picked at the side of your index finger while you walked, hoping it was just a clubber who’d been running late. A firm hand wrapped around your upper arm and twisted you around, striking out the previous possibility when Jeonghan’s hot breath brushed against your face.

“Let me drive you home,” he mumbled, his hand relaxing around your arm but not quite releasing it.

You couldn’t help but pity him in this moment. A man who’d broken your heart and left you to mend it alone, curled up on your bedroom floor while he stuffed his belongings into a worn-down duffle, not even an apology or a goodbye, only the loud clang of his spare key landing on your console before the front door slammed shut. That same man, two years later, parked in front of your workplace—for God knows how many hours—only to drive you home? A part of you was curious why that was. The other, though, wanted to get the fuck away from him.

“Why? So I can hear more about how not sorry you are? No thanks,” you tugged against his grasp, now tight around your arm again.

“(Y/n), please. I won’t say anything, I just wanna drive you home,” the subtle hint of desperation in his voice alarmed you. It didn’t make sense, and yet the unanswered question overshadowed your confusion. The anger that had been simmering in your gut was beginning to boil.

“So you actually don’t feel guilty?” You didn’t mean for your voice to crack, and yet the ache in your chest nearly made you double over the further his silence stretched—the same one that had robbed you of sleep, kept you away from all potential love interests, had you curled up in the same sheets the reeked of adultery and betrayal while Jeonghan continued to jump from woman to woman, a trail of his sins dragging behind his indifferent figure. “Let me go, Jeonghan,” your tone was weak, defeated, once again faced with agonizing reality—he’d moved on long before that day.

You missed the way his eyelids fluttered at the delicate roll of his name off your tongue, the sound sparking a memory into the front of his mind, a collage of smiles and easy laughter echoing in his ears. His hand raised to grab onto your other arm, possessiveness laced with concern slowly overtaking him at the sight of you—shoulders slumped, eyes glassy and your fingers shaking where they curled into fists at your sides, the mere mention of his indifference reducing you to the same, hurt woman he's left behind.

“It’s late. Let me just-” He paused. Jeonghan never paused, not even when you stood at your doorway, looking him in the eye while he soiled your bedsheets with someone else. “I just want to make sure you get home safe.”

You blamed it on the quiver in your legs, the loss of willpower to move yourself away from him, but this time, you didn’t argue.

--

‘I thought you would be okay,

You thought I would be the same,’

Dpr Ian played through the speakers, the volume on low despite the silence stretching between you and the man in the driver’s seat. You realized you hadn’t needed to give him directions, a relationship of three years enough to engrave the way to your apartment into his mind forever. Your eyes flitted over to the side every now and then, taking in the shadows cast over Jeonghan’s cheekbones with every passing streetlight, his fringe fanning over his forehead in a way unfamiliar to you. Looking back to the front, you decided you preferred his longer hair, and missed the innocent glimmer in his dark eyes. Though despite all the changes—new car, new hair, new attitude and style—Jeonghan still used the same perfume, one that you’d bought him for the first birthday you’d celebrated together. Something in your gut stirred at the thought, but you were unsure whether it was pleasant or not.

‘it’s just another show,

Don’t want your world no more,’

Jeonghan cleared his throat, “I got promoted to manager,” he spoke, breaking the silence.

“Good for you,” your tone was cold, uninterested.

“Yeah.”

Dpr Ian continued to play, ‘You’re so addicted to my bad decisions.’

“How’s bartending been?”

“It’s okay.”

He hummed, fingers tightening around the steering wheel as he took a right turn. “Mm, I worry about you sometimes. People can act crazy when drunk.”

Your eyebrow twitched, irritation creeping into your tone, “you don’t get to be worried about me.” You felt the urge to slam your fist into his unnecessarily sharp jaw, to watch bruises paint his face until the rage embedded so deep within your soul dissipated.

A few seconds of silence passed as Jeonghan parked parallel to the empty sidewalk in front of your apartment building, sighing while turning off the engine and twisting in his seat to face you. “You know, I’m just trying to be nice here.”

Your fists clenched, mirroring Jeonghan and turning around to look at him with hooded eyes, your muscles clenching and relaxing in an attempt to calm yourself down. “Well, maybe you should’ve thought to do that before you fucked a random girl in my bed,” you spat, content to have watched his face fall before turning your back to him and reaching for the door handle.

A hand flew over your shoulder before your fingers could reach their target, his index and thumb grabbing your jaw and forcefully forcing you back into your prior position. “And you thought sleeping with my best friend was a good way to handle it?” He pulled you closer to him, your lower belly digging into the console as he bent you over it, his face mere inches away and his breath blowing warm over your cheeks.

“You don’t get to blame me-”

He was quick to interrupt your defense, “you think I didn’t notice you acting like a slut to get his attention? Way before anything even happened,” his grip on your face tightened, inching his own closer as he spoke, each word falling off his tongue making the knot in your stomach wind tighter. “The looks,” something in his eyes glimmered, and while that once made butterflies flutter in your stomach, it now grew the lump in your throat until it restricted your airway. “The touches,” his breath fanned over your face, small beads of sweat pilling over your skin at the humidity, and perhaps at the rasp in Jeonghan’s voice as he laid out your sins before you. “The pictures.”

Your fingers gripped the console, slipping off with streaks of sweat staining the black leather. Heart pounding in your ears, you hoped Jeonghan’s hearing somehow declined during the years you’d spent apart, the ringing in your ears fogging up all thoughts. You blamed the nerves on his accusations—a dark past you thought you’d buried without trace—and yet the proximity, the lack of space between your face and Jeonghan’s, the mint lacing his breath and the rasp in every word he spoke, you found hidden tinges of arousal mixed in with your anxiety, dousing your panties as you tried to escape the man’s grasp.

“Why are you here, Jeonghan?” Your voice wavered, but this time, you didn’t miss the wave of what seemed like relief painting his face when his name rolled off your tongue.

“Would you believe me if I said I missed you?”

The ache in your chest returned, your eyebrows furling until you appeared wounded by his words. “Not for a second,” your voice remained firm, though, sparing him no glimpse at your heart.

Jeonghan only scoffed, amused by the contrast between your tone and expression. He leaned closer—as though your indifference urged him to prove himself to you—pressing his lips the corner of your mouth, whispering his next words against the soft skin, “you’re not entirely wrong… but I did miss one thing.”

‘I thought you would be okay,

You thought I would be the same.’

--

Your lower back dug into the steering wheel, the leather beneath your knees creaking as you adjusted your position over Jeonghan, your pants shamefully thrown over the passenger seat. Teeth clacked against each other, heavy breaths mingling between your open mouths as your tongues pressed together in a battle of lust.

Two fingers spread you open, curling between your sopping walls until your eyes rolled back, his other hand holding up the window switch, waiting until the darkened glass closed fully before moving it to your hip.

Squeezing the supple flesh, Jeonghan groaned into your parted lips, “still so fucking tight, did Seungcheol not fuck you well enough?”

Heat flared up your chest, “shut up.”

You’d thought two years and countless hookups would’ve blurred Jeonghan's memory of you, but his fingers fucked into you with purpose, as though every inch of your body, every motion that drove pleasure up your spine had become second nature to him.

“I bet he didn’t know how to satisfy my pretty slut,” he pressed his lips to your cheek, using the hand on your hip to guide you over his fingers.

“Sh-shut up-”

He slipped out of you, gliding his digits down your cunt and over your clit before landing a harsh slap over the nub, your body jolting over him and a broken cry sounding in the humid car. The wet clap of his hand on your drenched pussy repeated, and you mumbled incoherently through a breathy moan.

“What was that? Speak up for me, darling,” you could hear the smirk in his voice.

The urge to punch the playfulness off his face dissipated when skilled fingers brushed over your clit, “fuck, again-”

And he conceded, bringing his hand down on your pussy once more to watch your back arch into the steering wheel behind you, lips parting as pain mingled with pleasure, your cunt throbbing under Jeonghan’s palm. That same hand swiftly moved to your face, fingers digging into your jaw and smearing your arousal over your skin while his other worked over his zipper, quickly undoing his pants and pushing them down far enough to take his cock out. It leaked precum over his black button-up, the vein lining the underside throbbing at the sight of you above him—eyes glazed over and fixed on his hard length, your tongue digging into the inside of your cheek.

His fingers tapped against your clit, once, twice, before landing another rough slap over it. He grabbed himself around the base, groaning at the sudden contact as he positioned you over the leaking cockhead, “be a good girl for once and- fuck-”

You cut him off before he could finish his sentence, sliding down his length unprompted until his cock was sheathed entirely between your fluttering walls. You rolled your hips to adjust, forcing your chests flush as you moved and pressing your lips to the shell of Jeonghan’s ear.

“You talk as if you’ve done nothing wrong, but you’re just as much of a slut as I am, aren’t you, Hannie?” Trailing feathery kisses over his jaw, you slipped his cock halfway out of your cunt before sliding him back inside, squeezing your walls around him to feel the stuttered rise and fall of his chest against you. “You fucked me that morning, then brought that bitch into my bed a couple hours after,” you pecked the sharp edge of his jawline, moving your lips back to his ear to whisper your next words, “didn’t even have the decency to take her to your apartment-”

Rough fingers tangled in the hair at your nape, tugging your face back until you met with unfocused eyes. Jeonghan readjusted under you, digging his feet into the clean mats and thrusting upwards experimentally, scoffing at the moan you tried to suppress. Your neck craned uncomfortably, gritting your teeth as Jeonghan eyed you silently, a hand on your hip keeping you still and leaving you helpless to do anything but warm his cock.

So you commenced your taunts, desperately trying to wiggle out of his grasp while you spoke, “how many hours have you been waiting outside, huh? Just to get your dick wet-”

“I have you on my cock now, don’t I?” His fingers tightened around your hair, and he leaned back in his seat, fucking up into your clenching cunt before you could think of anything to say—assuming you were still capable of processing anything but the smooth drag of his length between your pulsing walls, his nails digging thin crescents into the flesh of your hip. His breathing grew heavy, and yet his words remained clear, contemptuous. “You may hate me, darling, but whether you like it or not, you’ll keep coming back to me,” the hand in your hair eased, fingers scratching soothingly at your sore scalp and pushing your head closer to his, bringing his voice down to a whisper, “because you’re my pretty cockslut, aren’t you?”

Jeonghan nuzzled his nose into your cheek, planting a tender kiss to the heated skin while you frantically nodded your head. A staccato of moans and repetitions of his name rolled off your tongue as he brought you down to meet his relentless thrusts, his own grunts adding to the stuffiness in the closed-up car. He pounded into your dripping cunt, taking in the jolts of pleasure shaking your body every time he drove his cockhead into your g-spot, your moans growing needier the closer he pushed you towards the edge.

With one final slap to your throbbing pussy, your vision darkened and your body curled in on itself. Jeonghan’s fingers rubbed quick circles over your swollen nub, watching you writhe on top of him as waves of pleasure seared through you, your moans high-pitched and desperate as he guided you through your orgasm with unrelenting fingers, spark after spark of simmering heat blinding you to everything but Jeonghan.

He felt his own high approaching at the tight squeeze of your walls around him, his thrusts slowing down when you tumbled over the edge, but returning to their frenzied pace to chase his orgasm. Your fingers closed over his upper arms, tinges of overstimulation blending with the ecstasy of his cock slamming into your used cunt.

“Fuck- where do you want me, darling?” He rolled his head back over the headrest, eyes lidded with burning arousal and his thighs beginning to cramp up at the pace he was going at.

“Inside, Hannie, hnngh! Please, inside,” you said, words slurred and interrupted by a harmony of moans, disregarding the soreness between your legs while you begged Jeonghan to come inside you.

He laughed at the desperation, the sweet noise—airy, gravelly with the lust clouding his every sense—was cut short, interrupted by a throaty grunt as he emptied inside you, hot ropes of cum pulsing out of him to paint your walls. Cupping your ass with both hands, he sunk his fingers into the flesh and guided you over his cock in slow rolls of your hips, breathing in the air the other exhaled, eyes locked as the last spurt of cum warmed your insides.

You weren’t sure when it happened, but now, with your head resting on Jeonghan’s chest, his steady heartbeat echoing in your ears and cum slowly dribbling out of you while his cock remained sheathed deep inside, you realized you’d let your walls down for the man who’d caused them to go up, sinking into the pleasure he so generously poured into you. The walls you’d been holding up for two years, the pain he’d left you with sparking fear in your heart every time someone tried to get closer. And yet, the same man who’d planted that fear inside you somehow breached past the infrastructure you’d spent so long strengthening.

While you laid there in the faux sense of security Jeonghan so easily provided, you realized he was right: you will always find your way back to him.

Smut warnings: sexual limits, heavy kissing/making out, marking, breast/nipple play, dry humping, clitoral stimulation, degradation, descriptive oral (f!recieving), vaginal fingering, sight deprivation, bulge rubbing, orgasm control, praise, slight begging, cum eating, anal play, oral (m!recieving), restraining (handcuffs), masturbation, slight voyeurisms, double penetration?, squirting, switching positions, multiple orgasms, creampies, insinuated aftercare, cunnulingus, pacification

“Dispatch leaks photos of the Reckless Heiress leaving club Aces at 3am with public figure Soonyoung.” - HYBE News

“Caught with actor, Wen Junhui at the premier of his latest movie, the Reckless Heiress.” - ATTACA Magazine

“The Reckless Heiress seen drinking with top music producer, Woozi at a listening party” - GEFFEN Daily

In all twenty-something years of your life, that was what you were known as. Even though you were a business and marketing degree holder who graduated top 3 of the year and held the position of the Business Development Manager of Rose Quartz Industries.

Now of course you didn’t actually have to join the family business like some cliché coming of age story, but you wanted to prove to your family that you could do it and do it well. Even during your school years and especially your college years, you were carefree and expressive. Caring very little for what people thought about you, never mind your sisters.

“When are you just going to grow up?” Your older sister, Jeanette chides under her breath at dinner one evening.

“So I can be tired like you?” You answer nonchalantly, sipping on your wine. Referring to her never having time or energy for herself anymore especially after the baby. She scoffs.

“You know you’re giving mom and dad a bad name?” Your younger sister, Kaitlyn adds.

“You mean the name that’s not mine?” You respond pointedly.

See, you were the only one who still had your mother’s maiden name didn’t have your fathers (step-father last-name. He married your mother when you were in preschool. Your mom giving birth to Kaitlyn when you were five and giving her, her father’s last-name. You had made it a point to never change your last-name, it was something you and Jeanette shared until she graduated and got married to her college boyfriend Robert Michaels.

Kaitlyn kept quiet at that, not knowing how or even what to respond. Your mother sighed as she took in how hurt her husband was at the reminder that you didn’t want his name.

“Why don’t we change the subject?” She suggests and everyone mumbles their agreeance. “Your father and I have important business to discuss.”

Said man clears his throat as he dabs his mouth with a napkin. “There’s a new partnership we’re looking to close.”

“With?” Kaitlyn prompts.

“Carat Corp.”

You perk up, knowing exactly who they were.

“What do they do?” Jeanette asks.

“They are a major investment group. They fund promising businesses and nurture them, earning themselves an abundance of pay-out. They are big on giving back to the community however they don’t do business with just anybody with a proposal. They are cutthroat when it comes to it and nobody has been able to partner up with them, ever.”

While your sisters dive deep into questions and details as to why he wanted to partner up with them, you were already planning your next move.

As of right now, you were at the opening of Club Pledis’ L.A branch. Standing by the railing of the indoor balcony that overlooked the rest of the club with a drink in hand, virgin of course, you needed to keep a clear head tonight. You had caught wind that the heads of Carat Corp would also be attending, so you had your very good friend Soonyoung, or better known as Hoshi, get you an invite and boy did he deliver. Set up with a VIP bracelet, to which you had thanked him with a peck to his hamster cheek and promised to return the favour.

“Champaign miss? It’s complementary.” One of the waiters offered with a polite smile. You took the glass and thanked him. Taking a sip of the slightly bitter drink, it was good, but not your taste.

“Not your taste?” A smooth deep voice reverberates next to you. Coming to face a man that was all too handsome to be real. Dressed in a very expensive button up and slacks, brown hair slicked back in a side part, with a few dangerous strands framing his forehead. A smile that could make anyone swoon and drop to the floor. Eyes that sparkled in the dimly lit VIP section with something like a mischievous glint.

“The Champaign? No. You? Maybe.” You speak with a confidence, knowing exactly who he was but he was none-the-wiser.

It surprises him, refreshingly so, if he were being honest. He chuckles and you swear he gets even hotter when he says, “Maybe... I think I can turn that into a ‘definitely’. You smirk at this and he decides it’s time he introduces himself politely, “I’m Hong Jisoo, but you-” he pauses to take your free hand in his and presses his soft lips to your knuckles all while holding your gaze, “can call me Joshua.”

This motherfucker- gentlemen and fine for days? You had to will your knees to stay stable, this was not how you get weak. You introduce yourself as well, missing the quirk of his brow as he does a subtle onceover of your figure when you turn to put your glass down on the table next to you.

“So, what brings you to L.A?” He inquires.

“What makes you think I’m not from here?” You quirk you brow.

He smiles, “Darling, you may have that cute bracelet on your wrist,” He explains slowly, leaning down to whisper against your ear, “but I know all the VIP’s.”

Although you were caught, (not that you were doing something wrong) you couldn’t seem to care because the scent of his cologne was clouding your senses. Whatever he was wearing, you wanted to pull him in closer and take it all in.

Clearing your throat when he backs up, you compose yourself quickly and answer the question, “I’m here on business.”

“Oh? And just what kind of business does ‘The Reckless Heiress’ have?” He asks almost mockingly, but he just wanted to rile you up, see if the rumours were true. However, you held your own.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Jisoo? The youngest of the CEO trio. Tell me, do they even let you speak at the meetings?” You tilt your chin up and cock your head slightly.

Tongue in cheek, your acquaintance nods in defeat, raising his hands in surrender. “Touché.” Taking a closer and inevitably crowding your space, he tilts your chin up to look at him. “Can I be of any help, perhaps I know who it is that you need to talk to?”

Oh, this wasn’t good. Or maybe it was.

“Actually,-” You begin, loosely wrapping your arms around his shoulders, “-I’d like to make a proposal, to you and your partners.” Joshua has a miniscule look of surprise run across his features that you barely notice it, gauging his reaction as his hands find your waist.

With a thoughtful pout, Joshua pulls away from you and puts his hands in his pockets, “Go sit at the bar, order three shots of tequila and wait for me.”

“Are you going to h-”

“Be a good girl for once and wait. Okay, darling?” Why the hell did the sternness in his voice make you hot?

“Okay.”

With a tight lipped smile, he left and you did as you were told.

The VIP section at the club was quieter, muffled sounds of the rest of the movement and music the only thing heard from outside. Sat on one of the barstools with a line of three shots awaiting prettily in front you. The burn of the strong liquor warmed your entire body. Well, the liquor only slightly contributed to the buzzing heat all around you. The company you held were more of the reason for how intensely your body, specifically between your legs, was heating up as of right now.

“So, you want us to hear your pitch, is that right, sweetheart?” Jeonghan, stood to your right, inquires as he brushes his knuckles down the side of your face, thumb swiping lightly at the liquid that stuck to your bottom lip.

“Yes.” You plant the softest kiss on the pad of his thumb and smirk when he hisses. “I do.”

“Why should we, darling?” Joshua, stood to your left, asks curiously. He reaches for your next shot and hands it to you. You throw it back, handing the empty glass back to the man who gives you a proud smile as he bops under your chin.

“Because I have an offer you can’t refuse.” The confidence in your tone intrigues the men around you, making it even harder to not want to hear you out. “Look, I can make us all so much more money and fast. It’ll also make us all look good in the public eye.”

“Isn’t it you, who would benefit from that, being the renowned Reckless Heiress.” Jeonghan asks with an amused tone.

“Yeah, why would we want to get into business with you?” Joshua teases along with his business partner and lifelong friend.

An exasperated sigh leaves you and the men chuckle at your expense. A hand reaches over your shoulder for the last shot, you watched carefully as it retracted and then you were being spun around in your seat. You wanted to retort but were immediately silenced when you come face to face with the Head CEO of CARAT Corp.

“Don’t be so mean, she might end up in tears. Won’t you, princess?” Seungcheol raises your final shot to you and you gingerly take it from him, holding eye contact as you swallow. He nods approvingly when you hand the empty glass back to him and he passes it over to Jeonghan. “Now, why don’t we make this interesting?”

“I’m all ears.” You respond meekly, breath getting heavier with the way his large hands run up and down your arms as if to soothe you.

 “We’ll all sign.” He states boldly, Joshua is about to interject when he receives a stern look from the eldest. “If you can tell us in detail, how exactly we benefit from the partnership.”

Looking up at him with furrowed brows, your gut tells you it’s not that easy, “What’s the catch, Choi?”

The man in question chuckles darkly, his eyes darkening just the same. He leans closer to your face and your senses are clouded by the scent of him, then he speaks loud enough for only your little group to hear.

“You’ll be stuffed full, princess.”

The rush of nerves along with arousal hidden behind a confident smile goes unnoticed by the three men who now stare back at you from across your kitchen counter. Each of the men wear unreadable expressions that have you finally breaking the tense silence.

“There are rules. Boundaries.” You announce as you dry your hands, having had everyone wash theirs once you arrived. “And you’re all clean?”

“Of course sweetheart. We’re not Neanderthals.” Jeonghan chortles.

“Nor do we just fuck anyone with legs. We’re very busy men, darling.” Joshua adds as a matter of fact.

“What are your limits, princess?” Seungcheol prompts.

A deep breath, a stern delivery and one final breath later, you’ve listed all that are no-go areas in the bedroom. They each nod along and Seungcheol speaks, “Sounds doable. Now, where’s your bedroom? Or would you prefer we defile the place where you eat?”

An unimpressed tilt of your head elicits deep chuckles around the room. “This way.” You lead them through your penthouse and towards the bedroom. You barely have enough time to turn round and face them when you're no longer in contact with the ground but sandwiched between Joshua and Jeonghan on you large bed. The two waste no time, the former claiming your lips with his hand on your thigh pushing up your dress and the latter claiming your neck.

Joshua swallows your startled gasp as he maps out the shape of your lips with impressive fervour, snaking your hands around his neck to keep him close. You get so lost in his kiss and with Jeonghan sucking and nipping along your neck that you almost miss the third man’s voice in the haze.

“Tell me, what exactly is Rose Quartz aim, with this potential partnership?”

With effort, you pull away from Joshua’s tantalizing lips, who finds purchase on the other side of your neck and answer breathlessly, “To expand the client range. Not just, -fuck- investing in smaller businesses but buying shares in larger ones.” You slip up a little when you feel Jeonghan starts to softly grope your breasts.

Seungcheol hums in thought, taking off his watch and placing it on your desk. “Wouldn’t that contradict what we stand for?”

“No.” you answer quickly, “The money we gain from the shares, can be used to -shit- used to invest in not only businesses but individuals who don’t have even the slightest bit of support.”

“Like who?”

“Like the street vendors or the mom and pop bakeries barely staying afloat.”

“You do realize we can’t just throw money at anyone with a business plan, right?”

A sudden jolt of pleasure courses through you when Joshua ruts into you, “I-I know that. But what if we not only supported them financially but skilfully as well?”

By now you were soaking through your panties and needed the intense foreplay to stop, or else you would assume that they were bluffing. A whine of frustration tickles their ears and it’s Joshua who speaks.

“Needy little thing.” Pulling you away from Jeonghan who groans from the loss and guides you higher up your bed. He instantly reclaims your lips just as his large hand cups your clothed heat, dress bunched around your waist and Jeonghan opts to undo the buttons of his dress-shirt.

Quick jolts of pleasure rush through you when the youngest rapidly strokes your hidden bundle of nerves. He swallows all the sounds you make and you don’t realise that the eldest has asked a follow up question until Jeonghan tugs you by the back of your neck and, vengefully, pulling you away from Joshua.

“I don’t think our sweetheart can focus with all the attention.” He teases.

“Oh but she should, being under the spotlight all her life should have made her, indifferent. Right, darling?” Joshua adds, trailing open mouthed kisses along the exposed expanse of your neck.

“Can you repeat the question?” You ignore their attempts to get a rise out of you.

“Skilfully how, princess?” Seungcheol repeats with a devious smirk tugging his thick cherry lips.

It takes you a second, especially with Joshua’s thick fingers teasing you over your panties, to respond to the man who was still fully clothed, seemingly unaffected by your current predicament. He watches the way Jeonghan tosses his shirt on the floor and slaps the youngests’ hand away from your panty clad core and kneels between your spread thighs. Your breath hitches as he trails kisses and softly nips at the plump flesh of your thighs, all the way up to your ruined panties and places one teasing kiss on the wet patch.

“Provide them with mentors, get them back on track, if they even were and if not, educate them the smartest way.” You had to mentally pat yourself on the back for getting through that sentence even as your panties are being slid off your body, a string of arousal linking them to your core. “Majority of the reasons that businesses fail, is from poor management or lack thereof.” Your hands grip your sheets in anticipation.

“True.” The head CEO nods, quirking a brow as he finally undoes his tie albeit slowly. “We have a team that qualify to be mentors and instructors.” He sees the way your eyes shine with hope at that, “Assuming they have the time to.” He was toying with your hope, while his partner toyed with your hole.

“Such a tight cunt for someone who is so very busy.” Jeonghan comments as he dips the pad of his middle finger past your entrance and then he chuckles amusedly, “She’s gripping so hard at the slightest bit of my finger.”

“Are you deprived, little darling?” You scowl at Joshua, who had undone his own shirt and was now slipping it off of his shoulders, chiselled torso on display as he flexes his pecs. “That’s so adorable.” He winks at you before disappearing from your line of sight.

“M’not –oh fuck” you gasp, face contorting in pleasure when Jeonghan pushes his entire digit into you and curls upwards before beginning to slowly thrust, cutting off whatever was on your tongue with the feeling of his lapping around your folds and where his digit was inside you.

“Sensitive are we, princess?” You bite your lip as you look back up at Seungcheol who had taken Joshua’s spot next to you and dangled his undone tie over your face. “I’m considering whether to blindfold, gag or restrain you.” Each option being their preferred methods.

“I can’t pitch –mmh- if I can’t talk, Seungcheol.” You moan out midway when Jeonghan slips in a second digit.

Seungcheol clicks his tongue in mock disappointment, “That’s a shame.” He notes that you haven’t once reached out to touch Jeonghan and he decides that you don’t have a problem with that, but with wanting to see and be aware of everything going on. Wordlessly, he cradles the back of your head and places the tie over your eyes, securing it. Leaning down to your ear in a whisper, he checks in. “Too tight?”

You easily shake your head “No.”. Stomach fluttering at the gesture.

“Perfect.” He collides his lips with yours, seemingly having had enough business talk for now. It took you a moment to really kiss him back, having not been ready for it but you do. He sighs, a memory flickering through his mind as he licks into your mouth, you end up whimpering into it with Jeonghan’s fingers fucking into you so nicely.

Still not moving your hands, he trailed his larger palms over your arms to your hands, guiding them up to his shirt and squeezing. Taking this as a que to unbutton his shirt, you do just that. However there’s a sudden feeling of your thighs being parted even wider. The addition of warm wet pressure on your neglected bundle, flicking movements making your back arch and hips chase the feeling when it pulls away.

A round of low chuckles sound through your bedroom and you nip at Seungcheol’s lip in retaliation.

“Aht aht aht, princess. Focus on me.” Your whine is muffled by the eldest as he reclaims your lips.

“She seems to be easily distracted.” “How is she going to work on this partnership?” Joshua notes as Jeonghan questions and you can feel both their breaths against your sopping core.

Jeonghan continues to fuck his digits into you, twisting and curling them before slowing and you internally panic. Fearing loss of stimulation but he simply adds a third digit to the mix, picking up his pace once more. All while the dizzying sensation of, what you can assume is Joshua’s, tongue laps at your awaiting clit.

The kiss you’re in makes you almost forget about the reason you’re wrapped up like this, almost. With quite a bit of a struggle, you manage to part from Seungcheol’s tantalizing lips, “Don’t you…want...to hear the best part?” You couldn’t fight the underlay of moans caused by the onslaught of pleasure being given to you on your heat.

Seungcheol hums, not really an answer as he shifts his attention to straightening and ridding himself of his shirt and successfully distracting you with making your hands smooth over his flexing muscles. “What did I say before we left the club?” He cocks one of his thick brows questioningly and you could hear the taunting smirk.

You pant, tongue pressed against your top lip in thought. Mind foggy with the feeling of your first release approaching and the feeling of hot, taught flesh beneath your fingertips, all make it difficult to remember. It’s when Jeonghan attacks that patch of nerves inside of you that you choke put your answer.

“I’d be stuffed…” your hands slide lower, one curling beneath the waistband of his slacks as the other trails even lower to feel the bulge and fuck, “… full.”

Seungcheol groans as he places his larger hand atop the one that was on his bulge, urging you to apply pressure. You tighten around Jeonghan’s digits making the man chuckle. You feel him whisper something to the man next to him and just then a vacuum pair of lips suck on your clit, making your heart speed up even more at the pressure.

You so desperately want to run away and get closer all at the same time. Thighs shaking violently at the drops of euphoria just barely in your reach, not needing much more for the waves to crash completely and yet, you want to be good for them.

“I think someone is waiting for our permission to cum, Cheol. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“Yeah seems like she wants to be a good girl now. Not what the tabloids say huh, darling?” Joshua barely separates from your clit to follow Jeonghan’s taunt.

You nod blindly, wishing you could just rip the stupid tie off and use your pretty, teary eyes to convince them to let you do just what your body so badly craves. Instead, you tilt up to where you think Seungcheol’s stupidly pretty face is and you pout, whispering out, “Please, Cheollie. Please –mmh- can I cum for you guys?”

The man in question feels his heart do a thing at the familiar nickname. But he recovers quickly, as he chuckles deeply, sexily, as he cups your face with his free hand, thumb tracing softly along your bottom lip. Obediently, you part your lips and take it into your mouth and suckling softly. “I think she’s been good enough so far…” He pushes his thumb further, “…besides, I want to hear the ‘best part’.” He pulls his thumb out with a soft pop and gives you a chaste kiss, permitting against them, “Cum for us.”

It wasn’t clear, for several reasons, who held you down when your orgasm caused your body to spasm. It was as if you had never cum before, it was all too much and yet not enough. The two men on your cunt didn’t let up even the slightest bit, helping you ride out the incredible high. Tears soaked through the tie and trickled down your cheeks.

“She tastes so good.” You hear but it’s not clear who says it because of the white noise.

“Ple-” You try to speak after having not used your throat.

“Shh, it’s okay.” A voice whispered in your ear, lips kissing your head right after.

You felt a tug and then the makeshift blindfold slipped off. Blinking a few times to adjust to the soft lighting again and trying to get rid of the tears.

“You did well for the first one, sweetheart.” Jeonghan had been the one to bring your sight back, wanting to admire the way you looked up at him through your soaked lashes, it made him twitch in his slacks. “Can you move for us?” he asked sweetly, making you nod and shakily sit back up, letting them rid you of all your clothing as they guide you how they wanted you.

With your head closer to the edge of the bed and your ass up, your dripping cunt on full display as you barely held yourself up on your elbows. Jeonghan stands by the edge, where your head is, only in his briefs with a suffocating bulge. The other two settle behind you on the bed.

“You can stop us at any time, darling.” Joshua reassures from your right.

“But that means forfeiting the proposal.” Jeonghan leans down to be at eyelevel with you with a shit eating grin.

“I’m good.” You gasp feeling slick fingers at your puckered hole, having not been touched there in a very long time.

“Is this okay, princess?” you nod your head shakily, “Words.”

“Yes, Cheollie.” The man smirks at the pet name slipping so comfortably from your lips.

“Alright then.” He pops the lube bottle open and you now realize where Joshua had disappeared to. He was looking for toys, it was clear when you heard the clink of your handcuffs.

“Since Jeonghan is going to gag you with his cock, and Cheol had his fun blindfolding you, I, am going to restrain you. Okay, darling?”

“Yes, Joshie.” Joshua makes an approving sound when you cross your wrists behind your back for him to cuff. He tugs at the restraint twice, silently asking if they’re too tight and you shake your head, adding a firm “They’re fine.”

Right after you speak, you feel a slicked finger prod at your puckered hole, making you clench and whimper at the feeling of warmed up lube.

“Gotta prep you nicely or else we won’t fit, princess.” Seungcheol’s digit pushes past your rim and you gasp at the feeling, falling forward. “Already?” he chuckles. Thrusting the digit shallowly and twisting around to get you used to it.

While he does that, Joshua places a few pillows beneath your chest to keep you propped up for Jeonghan and then gets rid of his pants and underwear at once, resting himself against the headboard and lazily stroking himself as he watches his older partners make a mess of you.

In front of you, Jeonghan rubs his bulge over his briefs and lets out a breathy grunt when you look up at him with pleading eyes, “Wanna taste you, Hannie. Please.”

“Sweetheart wants to return the favour?” he smiles when you nod dumbly. “How could I say no?”

With that he rids himself of the last piece of clothing and when his cock is free, your jaw slacks from how pretty it is. Long, not much girth but that curve and that pink tip. He chuckles darkly at how you drool over his cock as he guides it to your awaiting mouth.

The first taste of precum hits your tongue and you moan, wrapping your lips around him as you swirl your tongue over his slit. You still when you feel more of Seungcheol’s finger inside you, twisting round to loosen you up. You push your hips back in an attempt to get him to do more, because although it was foreign, it felt good.

You practically keen when he adds another lubed finger to the mix, humming around Jeonghan’s cock, making him hiss. “Are you gonna move or just drool all over me, sweetheart?”

“She can’t even suck a dick properly. I wonder if she doesn’t want this partnership as bad as she made it out to be.” The youngest taunts.

You pop off of Jeonghan’s cock at Joshua’s words and glare at him. “I can too, suck a dick properly.”

“Then do it.” Seungcheol’s gruff voice orders and you all pipe down. “Fuck - your tight little ass is going to feel so good around me.” He murmurs lowly.

Jeonghan guides his moist cock back into your mouth and this time you bob your head as best you can in this position. “Just like – fuck – like that.” Jeonghan whines when you take him deeper and swallow round him. The constriction of your throat adding to the pleasure of your warm mouth.

The entire thing makes your pussy clench around nothing, fresh arousal dripping down your thighs, making Seungcheol groan. “You just keep getting wetter and wetter. So adorable.”

Breathing through your nose you attempt to take all of Jeonghan in, but you gag and he quickly pulls out. “It’s alright if you can’t.” He coos tenderly, wiping at your wet chin as he looks into your teary eyes.

“I can.” You nod for him to go again and he does. This time you take deeper breaths, relaxing your throat and finally feel his pelvis against your nose, moving back up and gaining momentum as you suck him like an ice pop.

“Holy shit – look at that, sweetheart.” Jeonghan breaths, throwing his head back and revelling in how good you’re making him feel. You really were returning the favour. “Such a good fucking girl.”

The feeling of a third finger being eased past your rim makes you moan loudly around Jeonghan’s cock, sending him straight into his orgasm as he shoots warm ropes of cum down your throat. Almost choking you with how much he cums, he pulls out to give you breathing room, instead you start a coughing fit as your lungs scream for air.

Seungcheol doesn’t stop, only slowing down his fingers as you take big gulps of air, swallowing down whatever remnants of cum you had in your mouth. “Damn, you’re still cumming?” He asks his partner, who stood breathless, fisting himself through his orgasm as more cum spilled out of him.

It’s Joshua who shifts to check on your state, cupping your face and wiping away the mixture of spit and cum. “You okay, darling? Wanna stop?” He asks softly, clearly for you to hear him. He gets a moan of protest in return and he lifts a brow at you. “You sure?”

“Yes” You rasp, throat raw. “Need you to fuck me, Joshie.” Your plea sends blood straight to his aching cock, having been teasing himself while watching you. “Need to be full. Right, Cheollie?” you crane your neck to peek at him.

The man in question looks at you darkly, a hint of something else as he watches Joshua swoop in to kiss you and lick into your mouth once again. “That’s right.” With that, he pulls his fingers away and licks his lips at the way your hole gapes from the emptiness. “Josh, on your back.” He orders and the youngest follows, leaving your lips with a wet pop.

“Sit on him, princess. Can you do that for me?” Seungcheol asks softly as he helps you shift up onto your knees. You nod and shuffle over to Joshua, he helps you straddle him, running his tip through your slick folds before slowly guiding you down onto his thick cock. A harmony of moans sound from the two of you; him glad to have you wrapped around him and you happy to be filled.

“Jeonghan, you good?” Seungcheol asks the man who just flops onto the bed on his back. Still breathing heavily, he waves his partner off, closing his eyes for a beat before turning on his side to watch the way you and Joshua struggle to not move, having not been told to do so.

Seungcheol, now as bare as the rest of you, kneels behind you between Joshua’s spread thighs. He squirts more lube onto his hand and strokes his cock, groaning at the feeling. With his free hand, he gently nudges you forward onto Joshua’s chest, so that he could have a clear view of your ass and where Joshua’s cock was sheathed inside you, as the latter rubs soothing circles into your waist.

“This is what’s going to happen,” Seungcheol begins, teasing his tip at your rim. “Once I’m inside you, you’re going to tell us the ‘best part’, before any of us start moving.”

“But I-”

“Oh come on, sweetheart.” Jeonghan cuts you off, “You’ve been so good for us this entire time. Don’t act up now, hm?”

“Okay.” You submit meekly. Cuffs still secure around your wrist and your position made it difficult to adjust yourself, feeling Joshua’s cock shift within your walls makes you whimper. “Please, just…just put it in already, Cheollie.”

Seungcheol abides, having had enough teasing himself and finally pushes into your ass. The tip is the hardest part, swollen from being so worked up but as soon as it settles past your rim, you both heave out breaths you hadn’t even realised you were holding.

“Keep going.” You huff.

“You’re going to tear something if we’re not careful-”

“I can take it!” You shut your eyes tightly, focusing on your breathing as Seungcheol slides in slowly. Burying himself into you as you burry your face into Joshua’s chest. The latter breathing heavily with the way your slick walls gripped him tightly with each inch of his partner pushing into your ass.

Before you knew it, you were, in every sense of the word, full.

“We’re all ears, princess.”

Taking a couple, much needed, deep breaths, something takes over you as you go into detail about the ‘best part’. Joshua stares down at you while you speak, Jeonghan looks on with his head propped up on his palm and Seungcheol stares at the arch in your back. The combined devotion sends waves throughout your body and to your core.

“Yearly income revenue would double what it usually is, for both of us. Neither of you would even have to lift a finger other than to sign the contract, because Rose Quartz will take care of all the heavy lifting.”

“How can we be so sure you won’t screw us over?” Joshua questions with firm squeeze to your waist.

“You can’t, but…” you pant. “That’s why it’s a partnership. Whatever happens to you, will happen to us.” Gasping, you finish the proposal.

Your entire body shakes in heat and tightens all over, eyes rolling back and mouth hanging agape as a dragged out whine filters through. All three men stare at you in awe, having never witnessed such a sight before, individually or collectively.

The room is silent, eerily so. Save for the subtle breaths and the loud pulsing of blood in your ears. From the feeling of two big throbbing cocks stuffed deep inside you, to the intense feeling of all eyes on you, burning holes into your body, you weren’t sure what did it.

Seungcheol, who had the perfect view of the way your slick slipped out and down to Joshua’s balls is the one to timidly ask, “Princess?” You whimper in shame and rest your forehead on Joshua’s taut chest. “Did you... did you just cum?”

Silence.

A soft sigh falls past your quivering lips. Face warm from the slight embarrassment of coming undone so simply. But fuck,

“Feel so full. M’sorry. Too good.”

Jeonghan crawls over to the three of you, cupping the side of your face to coo at you. “No, no, sweetheart. That’s nothing to apologise for.”

“Really?” you sniffle.

“Of course not, darling. That was so fucking hot.”

“Yeah, you got so much tighter.”

“And wetter.”

Both the oldest and the youngest reassure you with gentle caresses and touches. Jeonghan reaches for the lock button on your cuffs and releases you, rubbing your wrists soothingly while Joshua rubs your shoulders.

“Can you please fuck me now?” you pout at them, leaning up on your weak arms once the feeling is back.

They chuckle adoringly, “I don’t see why not.” Seungcheol grunts, testing the waters by shallowly thrusting his hips. The gasped moan you let out is enough for them to know you were indeed ready and adjusted.

With firm grips on your waist, Joshua and Seungcheol work in tandem to elevate you enough so that the former could thrust up into you and the latter could pull back and forth easily. The feeling was like fluid, as they moved in a way that never left you completely empty all at once. The delicious drag of their girths against all your walls, reaching deeper than any toy or other men ever could, you couldn’t control -nor did you care to- hold back the sinful sounds that left your lips.

Jeonghan could only lay down next to Joshua, admiring the way your pretty tits bounced and your body was rocked in a rhythm of waves. As if he was put in a trance, he almost doesn’t hear the way you call out for him.

“Hannie!”

“Hm?”

“Kiss me?” And kiss you he does. Kneeling close to you and melding your lips together in a hungry kiss. You could still taste a hint of yourself on his tongue from earlier and he could taste himself on yours, both moaning and giggling at the realisation. “You taste really good, Hannie.” You whisper against his lips as if it were a secret, feeling the air being knocked out of you when a slightly jealous Seungcheol thrusts a bit harder.

“Oops. Dick must’ve slipped.” He teases and you clench in retaliation making both the men inside you groan out.

“Darling, I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.” Joshua grits out below you, and bite your lip as you blink down at him innocently all while you repeat your actions. “You little-” his own orgasm cuts him off as he groans and shudders beautifully beneath you intensely. He wasn’t joking. Hot ropes of his seed paint your walls like a Picasso when his hips still, flush against your own.

Jeonghan chuckles at the youngest, “Aww, Shua. Pussy too good?”

“You have -fuck- have no idea.”  The youngest huffs out. “Fucking hell, Cheol. Slow the fuck down for a second.” He grits out exhausted.

The oldest slows down enough for Joshua to slip out of you, your heart sinking at the emptiness. Seungcheol is quick to roll the two of you over so that he was now underneath you with your back pressed to his chest. Leaving space for Jeonghan to hover above you and grin like the Cheshire cat when he slides his hard again cock into your sopping cunt. Joshua’s cum making it an easy slide into you.

In this position, you reach your right hand back to cradle Seungcheol’s face that was buried in your neck and the left holding onto Jeonghan’s shoulder. There’s room for Joshua to nuzzle his face in your neck, large hand sprawled over your stomach. This allows you to stay grounded someway, somehow, even though you’re about to be completely wrecked.

Seungcheol plants his feet into the bed and picks up his pace from before, thrusting up into your ass. Feeling deeper with this new angle and moaning into the skin of your neck as he trails open mouthed kisses all over. Jeonghan doesn’t hesitate to begin an equally intense pace as he snaps his hips into yours, tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust.

You’re a mess of incoherent words and whines that make absolutely no sense but the men keen from it. Egos stroked to the max at the way you’ve become putty in their hands.

With the buzz from both your previous orgasms still lingering, your third doesn’t take that long to creep in. Especially with the way Joshua’s fingers sneaking between your and Jeonghan’s bodies to give your clit some much needed attention.

“Oh my fucking- Keep going Shua.” Jeonghan pants, “She just got so fucking tight.”

“Mmh, such an attention whore. Aren’t you darling?” Joshua taunts in your lowly before lowering his lips to kiss down to your breasts. Taking a nipple into his mouth sucking the little life in that was left, right out of you.

Having all three men at your disposal like this definitely inflated your ego. They for sure wanted a taste of you even way before your proposal came to exist. Why else would their game plan be fucking you stupid? You’d be lying if you said you weren’t just as interested in them as they were in you. No matter what the tabloids say, you don’t just let anyone between your legs. You could only hope that they weren’t just using you to get off and have a laugh only to end up not accepting the proposal.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head, princess?” Seungcheol probes quietly enough for only you to hear, despite how close together you all were. You only tugged on his hair in response getting him to kiss your thoughts away. The feeling of his tongue against your own must have had way more of an effect than either of you could assume, because a spray of arousal soaks the sexy sandwich you were in the middle of.

“Oh- shit –fucking hell” Jeonghan comes undone from how tightly your walls gripped him through your third orgasm. Leaving little to no room for Seungcheol to move with how stiff you both became, he opts to shallowly thrust in order to keep stimulating his cock.

“Not so easy huh, Han?” Joshua teases as lets up on your clit so you could catch your breath. Jeonghan hisses when he pulls out, a combination of arousal trickling out of you following him. Seungcheol waits patiently, kissing along your neck and caressing your waist as Jeonghan moves away from you completely.

Once again, the oldest switches positions, rolling the two of you over so that you laid on your front and he was on top of you. Cock still snug between your ass cheeks, he steadies himself on his forearm and holds your waist secure with his free hand.

“Ready for one more, baby?” Seungcheol checks in softly, though the new pet name caused a different flutter to erupt. Shrugging it off, you nod, face pressed against the pillow and breathe out a,

“Yeah.” He pulls back slowly taking in how red his tip had gotten from being edged multiple times, also taking in the way your body curved and glowed from sweat. Something was bubbling inside of him and he didn’t want to deal with it right now. Though he couldn’t seem to get his body to move until you sought out for him with a push of your ass. “Cheollie?”

“I got you.”

With that promise, he sheathes his entire length into you and picks up a deep stroke. Not wanting to overwhelm your body any more than it already was. The way you throw your ass back to match his thrusts had him groaning your name out weakly. Seeing it bounce on his cock put him in his own trance and something else took over.

His movements were harder, faster, deeper than before; if that were even possible. Your walls clenched around nothing, simultaneously pushing out all the arousal you were stuffed with. You could both feel your orgasms within a strokes reach.

“Cheollie, I-”

“I’m gonna-”

Moaning at each other’s warnings, you reach down to stroke your clit, helping you both reach your high a little faster with the effects. With you squeezing tightly around him from the stimulation, his hips stutter. Thrusting one, two, three more times before stilling and coming apart deep inside. The heat of his seed and the touch on your clit elevates you into your own high. Eyes screwed shut while you scream into the pillows as your body shakes from the pleasure.

Having no feeling or awareness of what’s around you anymore, you whine weakly as Seungcheol pulls out of you. The last thing you could take note of, was Seungcheol kissing your temple and being carried off to the bathroom.

A soft breeze from an open window caresses your face, making you squirm and gently wakes you up from your slumber.

“Good morning, darling.” Joshua wraps his arms around you from behind, tugging you back into his chest.

“G’morning, Joshie.” You snuggle deeper into his arms before a thought jolts you upright. You wince from how sore your body was, curtesy of last night’s proceedings.

“Woah, easy there. You took a lot last night.” He sits up with you, rubbing your bare back soothingly. Making quick observation of your room, you notice the other two CEO’s nowhere in sight. “You okay?”

Nodding, “Yeah. Uhm,” You slide out of the bed in all your glory and head to the bathroom, hollering out from there, “Where are the others?” you inquire, relieving yourself and washing your face as well as brushing your teeth. Seemingly going on about your day like usual.

“Making breakfast.” Joshua leans against the doorframe and does nothing to hide himself from your appreciative stare. Even flaccid this man was big. “Respectfully, darling, I don’t think you could take another round.” You roll your eyes as he walks back out to find his underwear and makes his way out to the kitchen.

You take the moment alone to really take everything in. You just slept with the CEO’s of Carat Corp. All three of them. They made you cum, four times. They took care of you afterwards. Changed your sheets too, noting the soiled ones in the laundry hamper. What the actual fuck? You rinse your mouth and put a silk robe on before making your way out to where the smell of food attacked your nose.

“Stop it. Wait till Cheol brings the waffles over.” Jeonghan scolds Joshua who had been stealing a piece of bacon. The two seated at your table and Seungcheol plating the last waffle, grabbing the syrup along with the powdered sugar as he balances everything on his way to the table. Jeonghan catches sight of you in his peripheral view and beckons you over, “Oh, sweetheart! Come here.” He pulls out the chair closest to him and you shuffle your way over to him, leaving Joshua across from you and Seungcheol in the seat adjacent to yours.

“Gotta be honest, eating breakfast with three men in only their underwear wasn’t what I was expecting.”

“We can go get dressed, if that makes you more comfortable?” Seungcheol makes a move to get back up but you shake your head.

“Oh no, please. I am loving the view.” You wink at him and swipe a berry from the bowl, popping it into your mouth. “So, what’s the verdict?”

“Can we eat first?”

“You, ate enough last night.” You tilt your head and sass Jeonghan, who slumps back in his chair with a sigh.

The three men share quick glances in a silent conversation, seemingly about whether to tell you now or later. They start reaching for different things, coffee, butter, bacon and then Seungcheol speaks.

“We’ll tell you after breakfast, ba- princess.” You both lock gazes for a beat. Last night you thought it was just in the heat of the moment, but what about now? The other two seemed not have noticed the slip of the eldest tongue, pay no mind to the sudden silence. He clears his throat, making you look away with heated skin. “I promise no more delays afterwards. Just…” he pauses, looking at you softly, “eat? You spent a lot of energy last night.”

You nod, fixing a plate for yourself and internally trying to figure out where the big bad alpha leader went, and who this soft teddy bear was. Throughout the meal, you were recalling all the points during last night that were suspicious. From him taking his sweet time, to being careful in penetrating you, to giving you time to adjust well enough under the guise of giving you chance to complete your proposal, even the way he held off his orgasm, including this domestic breakfast and that damn word. ‘Baby, baby, baby.’ Princess was a dig at your reputation, but baby? That felt like it was laced with emotion and tied to a memory you kept hidden. But why?

“Okay, I think the suspense is thick enough.”

“Yeah, Cheol, tell the girl before she starts pouting.” Joshua says as he gets up collecting dishes, Jeonghan following suit and the two leaving you alone at the table.

“We’ve revisited the written proposal that your father sent before and discussed everything you said.” He pauses, and you give him a hopeful look that makes him sigh, your house heart dropping, “We’ve made our decision.”

“This is so predictable of her.” Kaitlynn complains.

“To call for a meeting and be late for it.” Jeanette adds.

You had asked Yunjin, your best friend and personal assistant, to set up the surprise meeting after your trip to L.A. Having called her and your other friend Chaewon as soon as your guests left, needing to share everything from business to that little moment between you and Seungcheol.

“Girls please, give your sister a chance.” Your step father intercedes.

“Well, I can’t afford to be here all morning, I have things to do.” Jeanette retorts just as the door opens and you walk in, pants suit with your blazer hanging on your shoulders.

“T’aww, got to go home and do your laundry?” you faux pout as you stand at the end of the long table.

“Don’t, start please.” Your mother cuts off another response from your older sister, “Why are we here, honey?”

“I’m glad you asked, mother.” You grin widely, speaking over your shoulder a little louder, “You can come inside.”

Your family make expressions of confusion as to who you invited to this impromptu meeting and when you watch their faces as the door opens once more, you can’t help the burst of pride you feel.

Yunjin ushered them to their seats and you had to actively stop yourself from staring at their asses as they walked past you. Jeonghan being the one to whisper into your ear about the way you had summoned them into the room. “Didn’t get enough of our cum inside you, sweetheart?” He takes his seat and acts like he didn’t just say what he just said.

“Well!” You clap your hands together giddily, pointing them towards the side of the room where your family was “You’re probably wondering why all three CEO’s of Carat Corp are seated with us.” Your parents nod and you continue “I’d like to proudly announce, the official partnership, between Rose Quartz and Carat Corp!”

The CEO’s smile bashfully as your father gets up and makes his way over to shake their hands. “This is just wonderful. Thank you all for having faith in us. We are so happy to have you on board, or to be on board. You get me.” The men chuckle and your mother follows suit to shake their hands but your sisters are in shock.

“This doesn’t add up.” Jeanette cuts through the ecstatic atmosphere. “How did this happen?”

“Is she blackmailing you?”

“She threatened you, didn’t she?”

“Leave it to her to risk the company name just to prove a point.” Kaitlynn bounces off of Jeanette’s comments.

The air in the room had gotten awkward and you had gotten pissed off but before you could snap back, you hear Joshua say something to your parents.

“We were pleasantly surprised with her pitch, actually.”

“Yeah, her vision on how we could expand the way we use our resources really opened our minds to what we could have tapped into a long time ago.” Jeonghan adds on and Seungcheol follows,

“We’d not only be investors but advocates of a decrease in poverty and an increase in opportunity.”

Their observations quiet down the doubt that your sisters attempted to impose on your efforts. You felt a smile tug at your lips, appreciating the fact that they were indeed listening and taking in the intention and drive behind your –breathless- pitch.

“Well, we couldn’t have pitched it better than that. Than her.” Your step father looks to you with acknowledgment and thanks you with a smile and a nod. Your mother however, doesn’t hesitate to pull you into winding hug.

“I’m so proud of you.”

“Yeah, okay. You’re wrinkling my suit, mother.” You grit out, not meaning it but you didn’t want to appear soft in front of the men that went hard on you. You didn’t need them forming a new opinion on you, one different from the tabloids. Though it may have been a little too late for that.

“Oh, before we leave, we have one condition before we finalize.” Seungcheol pipes up when they stand to make their exit.

“Tch, of course she didn’t manage without something else.” Jeanette comments under her breath, earning side eyes from your parents and even the CEO’s.

Seungcheol continues, “We would like for her to be the front man… or woman. Which will require her to have an office at our headquarters.”

“That would men she’d spend majority of her time at Carat Corp.”

“She’d still do her duties as Rose Quartz BDM, of course. No need to be concerned about that.” Jeonghan and Joshua add on.

“I don’t think-” Kaitlynn tries to interject but is cut off with a stern look from her father,

“That is absolutely doable. Will that work for you?” He looks at you, seeking confirmation.

With a smile and theatrical shrug, you confirm, “Absolutely.”

 “I still can’t believe you banged the CEO.” Chaewon pipes, taking a sip of her wine. You called the girls over to celebrate and again, to unload everything you were feeling.

“Not just one, Chae, but three. All three. At the same time, too.”

“Okay, I will not be slut shamed for getting dicked down the way I deserve and securing a bag.”

“Honey, no one is slut shaming you.” Yunjin puts a hand on her chest with a smile on her face.

“Yeah, if anything we want to- no need to know your secret.” Chaewon nods her head, doe eyes wide in admiration.

You laugh at their antics, taking a sip from your glass only to find it empty and go to refill it as well as topping up the girls glasses.

“But uhm, what about that whole thing with Choi?”

“Yeah, it sounds like more than just an in the moment thing.” The girls enquire and you sit back down with a sigh.

“I don’t really know. I mean, it’s not like we have major history or anything li-”

“Hold up, did you just say major?” Yunjin cuts you off and you nod guiltily, “So there’s minor history?”

You look down at your wine glass and recount the first time you and Seungcheol had met, before the club opening.

~

It was your final year of college, an event was hosted for an array of business majors from different universities, to visit Carat Corp. The new and booming investment company. When it was the day for your group, you were full of enthusiasm and nerves.

One of the lower ranking employees had been in charge of the tour round the building and answering any questions you all might have had. It was when you had all gone into the boardroom that you had split from the group, getting lost in the vibe and picturing a future where you’d be leading off meetings in rooms just like it.

“Get separated from your group?” A deep voice startled you, though it wasn’t angry nor accusatory. You turned to the doors to see a very handsome, dimpled man leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

“Oh, uh. Kind-”

“There you are!” Your classmate called out for you. Rushing past the man to scold you for leaving the group. “Dude, come on. You promised you’d stick with me.” You give her a look that says to follow your eyes and when she does the gasp she lets out is anything but short of fangirling. “Thee, Choi Seungcheol?! CEO of Carat Corp? This Carat Corp. Who am I kidding, you are Carat Corp!” She rambles in awe, making him smile and shake his head modestly.

“Everyone in Carat Corp is Carat Corp. Their hard work and determination is what makes the company. Not just me.”

Anyone could have called that a line, a speech he used at press conferences or something, but you could both tell the sincerity in his words. He respected everyone that had a part in making the company great.

He had asked for your names and what university you were from. Eyes bulging when you mention the exact university he himself had attended. Your classmate had geeked out and wanted to ask him so many questions but her phone went off, indicating that the bus was heading back and asked if you were coming but you just shook your head saying that you’d walk home later.

Seungcheol gave you a more exclusive tour, parts of the building that weren’t authorized to the group tour. With a warm hand on the small of your back the entire time, you felt giddy and constantly had to bite your lip to keep from smiling too hard. Mentioning something about being an alumni of your university that gave you the benefit. All the while he had told you more about his experiences in university and what led him to start the company along with two of his friends. You sharing your own university experience with a bittersweet tone, one that he wanted to but didn’t mention, but not wanting to pry so instead opted in taking you to his corner of the building.

“No way is this all your office…”

“What? I’m a big guy with a big brain that needs plenty of space to work.” He chuckled.

“Wonder what else is big.” You mumbled very, very, very quietly under your breath as you looked around.

The sparkle in your eyes was refreshing to see. Seungcheol hadn’t been able to help the fond expression on his face as he watched you take it all in. He saw the enthusiasm, the passion, the hunger and the drive to reach your dreams just like he had.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You had asked shyly, snapping him out of his trance.

“I just see a lot of myself in you.”

It was funny because you wanted to see him inside you.

“I should get going. I’ve already taken up way too much of your time, Mr. Choi.”

“Please, call me Cheol.” He smiled genuinely and you reciprocated. “Let me drive you home?”

He had driven you home after insisting that it wasn’t any trouble and that he couldn’t let a pretty girl walk home all by herself, successfully causing you to be a flustered mess. Conversation with Seungcheol had been effortless, he made you comfortable, he made you laugh and he made you feel like everything else you were dealing with, -tabloids, university, family and all- didn’t exist.

“Oh come on, Cheollie.”

“I’m serious.” He laughed, feeling giddy at the slip of the pet name.

“You almost fought someone over Melon Loaf?”

“It was the last one.” He defended with an adorable pout.

“You should have just have just pouted like that. I know I would fold.” You said the last bit under your breath but he heard it, peaking at you through the corner of his eye, so tempted to place a hand on your knee but refrained.

You were living in one of the on campus accommodation flats because screw the dormitory and sororities. Even when he parked and he turned off the ignition, you didn’t have it in you to say goodbye. Seungcheol had been having a similar dilemma with himself on when to say goodbye, to walk you to your door and possibly never see you again. He turned to face you only to find that you were already looking at him, well his lips.

“I should, probably head inside now.”

You said and he leaned over slightly.

“Yeah, you probably should.”

As soon as the words left his cherry lips, they were on yours and you couldn’t have been more excited. It was feverish, but it held a softness that made your heart flutter and your knees weak. Thank goodness you were seated. His lips melded against your own in a secure way that didn’t even make sense to him and so, he parted from you.

Baby, I-”

You didn’t listen, only grabbing hold of his strong jaw and kissing him again, wanting to prolong whatever it was that was bubbling up inside you. He responded by cupping your face and nipping your lip earning him a gasp and opportunity to sneak his tongue into your mouth. Fuck, he was a great kisser and there was no way in hell you’d experience this again. You weren’t one to get attached easily but something felt right with Seungcheol.

“We shouldn’t do this, baby.” He finally pulled away.

“Why?” You hated how whiney it sounded but he simply kissed the corner of your lips.

“We barely know each other.”

“Then get to know me.” You pleaded but he shook his head defeated. “Wow. I am so stupid.” You unbuckled your seatbelt. “I’m so sorry. Thank you for the tour and the ride home.”

He called out your name desperately when you opened the door. Boy, was this man confusing, “What?”

“There’s an internship. You should apply.”

You scoff, “Thanks but, I’ve embarrassed myself enough and I sure as hell don’t need a handout.” You quipped, getting out of the car and closing the door. “Goodbye, Mr. Choi.”

He watched you make your way to your building and then drove off with a heavy heart, not that you had ever known.

~

“So, you had a moment with him and he was an asshole about it and thought he could soothe the pain by offering you a non-paying job?” Chaewon asked with a head tilt.

You gulped down the last of your wine and nod your head, “Yup.”

“Wow, you still like him.” You choked on your saliva at Yunjin’s conclusion that was completely, totally and utterly ridiculous and not at all true.

“I don’t know.” Oh, maybe it was a little true. “But it doesn’t matter, because we work together now and I need to be professional.”

“Professional like you were in getting the partnership?”

“What happened to not shaming me?”

“I’m not. I just think you should rethink it.”

“The job?”

“No, the thing between you and Choi. He obviously remembers that moment.”

“Yeah, and he probably still has feelings for you.”

“That would deduce that he had any for me to begin with.” You say, and cut off any room for more assumptions, “We work together. That’s it. No more talk about feelings.” You got up to get more wine in the kitchen leaving the two to give each other a knowing look.

“She definitely likes him.”

“Oh yeah.”

Walking into the lobby of Carat Corp felt somewhat like coming home after a long war. You couldn’t help the memories that flashed from that day in university, a soft smile teasing its way onto your lips.

“Where the heck are we taking these?” Yunjin’s strained voice brings you back to the present.

“Oh uh, sorry. I’m not sure.”

“Okay, well,” she put the box of your desk supplies on the ground with a huff, “I will go inquire at the front desk.” She could tell that being back here was messing with you, but because she was on the clock, she would keep it to herself.

You stood there, just taking looking around when a stupidly handsome man with a matching stupidly beautiful smile approached you alongside Yunjin. “It’s so great to finally meet you. I’m Seokmin.” He outstretched his hand for you to shake and you did so quickly. “I’ve been assigned to show you both to your offices.”

“I have my own office?” Yunjin stutters out.

“Of course. You thought you’d share?” Seokmin says, looking between the two of you as if it were the most absurd idea to exist.

“Not share but maybe… never mind. Where to?” Yunjin answered, reaching fir the box but being gently pulled back by Seokmin who picks it up with ease.

“This way, ladies.”

Quite a few renovations have been made to the building since then. You couldn’t pinpoint everything but that didn’t even matter. It was all gorgeous. You were so entranced with the interior that you didn’t notice the way Yunjin and Seokmin shared playful banter about headstrong bosses.

“I’m telling you, no one has a stick up their ass farther than Mr. Choi.” Seokmin says with a sense of secrecy as he puts the box onto what would be Yunjins desk. She giggles but stops when a deep voice interrupts.

“Is that so, Seok?” You all turn to where you find Seungcheol standing with his hands shoved into the pockets of his slacks, cold stare towards his junior. “Well then I’ll do my best to get it out.” Seokmin does a nervous chuckle and dips his head in apology, mentioning how he’ll now show you to your office. “That’s fine. I’ll take her.” Seokmin does not answer and proceeds showing Yunjin around the rest of where she’ll most likely be needing to do things for you.

Seungcheol steps aside and gestures for you to follow him, which you do. Just like back then, he has a hand on the small of your back as he guides you to where your office is. You both remain quiet and you try your best to ignore the lingering stares from some of the employees, leaning into Seungcheol for safety a little bit, at which he discreetly smiles.

Not much farther away from Yunjins, you round a corner and head down a hall where a total of four doors are. “So, the first door on the right, is Joshua’s office and the one opposite that is Jeonghan’s. The second on the right is mine and that makes the last one, yours.” He turns to face you when he finishes and you mirror him.

“Can I see inside?” you ask.

“Well, yeah. It’s yours.” He answers much like Seokmin had earlier and you’re starting to believe that Seungcheol is a bad influence. He walks to your office door, gesturing for you to use your thumbprint to set the new lock and you follow through. The lock announcing access with a high pitched beep and you push the door open.

Inside you feel like a little girl in a candy store. Spacious and decorated exactly to your liking. Every last detail.

“I asked your assistant how you’d like your set up and got my design investment team get it done for you.” He says, scratching the back of his neck nervously as you run your fingertips across each surface before plopping into your desk chair with a giddy smile. He smiles at how good you look here, in this environment.

“Thank you, Cheollie- I mean,” You gulp, standing up with your hands folded in front of you. “Mr. Choi. Thank you, I really appreciate this.”

A deep sigh leaves his chest, “Can we please just talk?”

“Talk? Talk about what? The first order of business or, I was thinking we could go over the list of small business owners that Rose Quartz pulled through.”

Seungcheol breathed out your name exasperatedly, making you suck in your lips. “I meant about us.”

“There is no ‘us’ Cheol.” You cut him off curtly, pointing a finger at him with your next statement. “You made that clear. ‘We shouldn’t do this.’ Ring a bell?”

“That was before.”

“Before what?” You ask throwing your hands up.

“Before I knew you.” You laugh at this.

“You didn’t want to get to know me.” You step closer, trying to understand what the hell was actually happening because none of what he was saying made any damn sense. You stood right in front of him, letting him explain himself.

“I kept tabs on you after that night. I never stopped thinking about you.”

“Oh right, ‘cause the tabloids have such accurate analysis’ on people they’ve never spoken to once.”

He shook his head, “Not through the tabloids. I, looked past that. I observed you and the people you were interacting with.” You crossed your arms and he continued, “I saw how smart you were, networking with Jihoon. How supportive you were when Jun finally got his first acting gig and you kept supporting him throughout his career. I saw how grateful Soonyoung is towards you, for what I don’t really know but, I do know I’d be just as grateful for anything you do for me. Because you do everything for those you care about with everything you have.” You started to tear up a little but blinked them away. “I see how hard you work at business conferences to get Rose Quartz noticed and acknowledged. In my opinion, Rose Quartz wouldn’t have gotten as far as it did without your persistence, your drive and your creativity. Especially not your daringness.”

“You do realise you sound like a simp right now, right?” You squint at him. He nods quietly. Not really knowing what to say next. You sigh, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and he immediately places his hands on your waist. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Tell me you’ll let me prove it to you.”

“Prove what?”

“That I want you.”

Fine. Looking into his sparkly eyes, you admit, you still felt some type of way about Seungcheol even after all the years. But it was the fact that you felt something towards the other two as well and you had no damn clue how to come to terms with it, if at all. That night stirred so many old emotions and brought alight new ones. Seungcheol left you to think about what he said and you texted Yunjin to help you get settled which went by fairly quickly.

“You okay?” She asked when you seemed too focused on the stapler.

“Yeah. Just, had a talk with Cheol.”

“And?”

“You guys were right.”

“Mr. Yoon and Mr. Hong are here to see you.” Yunjin informed you. You were currently finalizing the list of small business to review at your first official board meeting as partner. The same meeting would be attended by the CEO’s and their respective heads of each department. So the sudden and definitely unexpected visit from the two men caused the furrow of your brows, especially when they were each just a door away.

You told Yunjin to let them in and you double checked your appearance before the door opened again. Jeonghan and Joshua looking as dapper as ever standing near your desk like two boys sent to the principal’s office.

“You can go on break now, Yunjin.”

“You sure you don’t need anyth-”

“Break. Now.” You grit with a sarcastic smile knowing very well she was just trying to stay and snoop. She makes a defeated sound but leaves anyways. “Please take a seat.” You gesture towards the two chairs on the opposite side of your desk. “And to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Well, we just came to see what your problem is.”

“Excuse me?” You recoil.

“What Jeonghan means to say is… Well we noticed some tension between you and Cheol. And we wanted to know what it was about.”

“Tension?”

“Yes, sweetheart…. Or would you prefer, baby?” A devious grin stretched across Jeonghan’s lips when your eyes snapped to his. Clearly having stricken a nerve with the specific pet name.

“Oh, she thought we didn’t know.” Joshua giggles to his partner.

“Alright look, whatever idea or theory you’ve strung up, I want no parts in.” You stand, pressing your palms flat on your desk as you tower over them. “From here on out, we will be professional. Got it?”

“No.” Joshua doesn’t miss a beat, leaning back and crossing his arms.

“No?”

“No.” Jeonghan follows suit, “You don’t get to act all professional after what went down. You may not want to accept that there was way more than just a sexual thing between us, all of us. But you and Cheol have something more than either of you, for whatever reason that is beyond me, want to confront.”

“We were serious when we said that we don’t just sleep with anybody. Nor have we all caught feelings for the same person.”

Wait a damn minute.

“I’m sorry, you what now?” You ask, heart racing. The each make their way around to stand on either side of you.

Jeonghan held one of your hands, “We like you.”

“Very much.” Joshua held your other hand.

“And we all want you.”

“Well, we can speak for ourselves, Cheol is big boy.” Cheol was a big boy indeed, because he had already said the same three words.

I want you.

The meeting went by smoothly, the other heads present agreeing with the selection but ultimately all deciding to pick a top five to start with and see how it went from there. With your nod, Seungcheol dismissed everyone but four plus Seokmin and Yunjin stayed behind.

“Mr. Lee, would you please show me the blueprints for my office again.”

“Of course, Ms. Huh. After you.”

The two sensing the awkward yet electrified atmosphere had them rushing to get out under any lie at all. Leaving you alone with you three weaknesses.

“I’m heading out.” You announce with your head down as you arrange your papers back into the folder you brought with. Then you hear the doors shut and the lock beeps, making your head snap up.

“We need to talk.” They say in unison.

You sigh, sitting down. All this talking was going to give you a migraine or an anxiety attack. You lean your forehead onto the wooden desk defeated. “I’m listening.”

“Aish, sweetheart. You’re so mean.”

“How?” You mumble.

“Darling, you won’t even look at us, hm.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“Why not, princess?”

You sigh for the umpteenth time. “Because then you’ll confuse me with your stupid pretty faces and smirking.” The chuckle to themselves but you catch it, “So just, say whatever it is.”

They clear their throats and take seats near you, similar to the way you all sat down for breakfast and it’s Seungcheol who speaks up first. “Look, I’m pretty sure you already know how we feel about you.”

“Do I?” You sass lightly, causing him to bite his lip in an attempt to keep calm.

“Yes,” he tugs you up by your shoulders but gently, even with your protests. “you do. Very well actually.”

“And we think it’s only fair if we knew how you felt about us.” Joshua speaks softly.

“Don’t you agree? You owe us at least that if nothing else.” Jeonghan raises a prompting brow when you meekly avoid their gentle gazes, now fiddling with your fingers like a schoolgirl. Seungcheol tucks a finger underneath your chin to get you to look up, which you hesitantly do.

They do have a point. They have the right to know what you’re feeling, if you’re feeling anything at all. Or if you want to forget the entire thing happened and just move on, but you don’t. Of course you feel something for them, you feel so many things. But how would that play out? You’re know to be reckless, so how would dating three guys look? All CEO’s of the same company, all friends? Would you be labelled as something unspeakable? Probably. But that wasn’t what made you hesitate.

You couldn’t bear the thought of the tabloids dragging them.

“Hey, talk to us. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Seungcheol prompts softly when he notices your lip begin to tremble.

You could tell them, voice your worries like a mature, grown, emotionally intelligent woman. But you don’t. So you push up, startling them and you make a run for the door, leaving them utterly confused and broken.

Working at Carat Corp knowing that you had silently rejected all three CEO’s confessions had made it a little difficult to get through the day.

Since that awkward, emotional, boardroom incident that happened a few weeks ago, you hadn’t interacted with them unless about work. The first five small business owners had been selected and had begun the mentoring process with the appropriate teams from the company. So you had put all your energy and focus into that, since it was Rose Quartz baby, you had to make sure it went smoothly.

Yunjin and Seokmin worked together to help you wherever you needed. Although you had a sneaking suspicion that something more was going on between them as they wouldn’t stop whispering and giggling when they thought you weren’t paying attention. You didn’t mind the budding romance, though it did make you feel sour that your own friend had her emotions together and you didn’t.

It was especially difficult to come to terms with at the company dinner party where the new investments were invited as well. You knew it was for work but it seemed as if everyone was boo’d up and you were well, sipping drink after drink and becoming quite unaware of how many you’ve had.

“I need to cut you off.”

“What why?”

“Because you’re going to do or say something you’ll regret.” Yunjin says with a firm grip on your hand that reached out for yet another glass from the tray one of the waiters were carrying.

“’M’fine, Jinnie. See,” you demonstrate standing on one leg and though you thought you had your balance together, you in fact did not and tipped over. “Ah!” You squeak out, bracing yourself to hit the ground but you never do.

“You okay?” Oh no, you know that voice, too well. But your intoxicated brain speaks before you even think.

“Cheollie!” You straighten as best you can in his strong hold and on your weak knees.

“Hey.” He holds you steady by the waist.

“You saved me.” You smile up at him, with glazed over eyes. He chuckles, clearly taking in your drunk and giddy state.

“C’mon, let’s get you home.” He announces and nods towards Yunjin to give him the go ahead to which she says,

“You’re a life saver.” She gave him an appreciative smile and watched as he basically carried you through the crowd and caught the eye of his two partners. They followed suit in saying quick goodbyes before heading down to the parking lot.

“Like the – the tour day, Cheollie.” You hiccup when you make it out of the elevator and he guides you to his car. He buckles you up and makes his way over to the driver’s side, not wasting a second after buckling up to drive off to your apartment.

Jeonghan and Joshua meet you both back at your place as Seungcheol attempts to get you to put in your passcode and hold onto you securely.

“Here, let me. Sweetheart, look at me.” Jeonghan takes your face into his palms gently to get you to focus, to which you blink up at him so cutely. “What’s your passcode?”

“My birth- day – wards.” You hiccup, leaning back into Seungcheol’s hold.

“Her birthday?” Jeonghan asks the others.

“Backwards.” Joshua confirms.

Seungcheol recites it for Joshua to punch in and the lock clicks, he pushes the door open for Seungcheol to carry you inside. Once the door is shut, they set out to run you a bath and make you some food considering you were only drinking and were nowhere near the buffet.

“I got the bath.” Joshua heads towards the bathroom, running the water, adjusting the temperature and adding the bubble bath you had on the edge.

“I’ll make her something to eat.” Jeonghan stations himself in the kitchen, washing his hands and getting into his zone of making you something to help with the killer hangover you’ll have in the morning.

Seungcheol penguin walks you to your bedroom, steadying you so he could take your dress off. As he unzips it, you flirt with a giggle, “Cheollie, you can’t see anything if you’re behind me.”

His heart skips a beat, but that’s not what he’s doing. “Ssh, you need a bath and then we’re gonna eat some food that Hannie made, okay?” He tugs the straps of your dress off your shoulders and down your arms.

You perk up, “Hannie’s here??” Wiggling out of your dress and letting it pool around your ankles.

Seungcheol’s breath hitches at the sight of your bare body. Taking in the fact that you had not been wearing any underwear, considering your dress he understood the decision. Looking up and ahead, he guides you over to the bathroom where Joshua waits, “Yeah, and so is Shua. He’s going to give you a bath and then bring you to the kitchen, okay?” He takes his leave shortly after you say,

“Okay.” You nod, waddling over to Joshua, who just like Seungcheol, has to try to not focus on the fact that you were completely bare. Swallowing once, he takes your hands and guides you as you step into the tub. “That feels perfect.”

Joshua smiles, “Just relax, darling. I’ll take care of you.”

And that he did. He got your makeup wipes and cleansers, ridding your face of the night’s evidence. Also giving your temples a light massage, he gives in and kisses your nose like Spiderman, loving the way it scrunches up. He lathers up your loofa with your body scrub, gently cleaning your body with care and delicacy that you so deeply appreciate even in your hazy state.

“That tickles, Joshie.” You giggle when he washes your feet and soon enough your bath is over, rinsing off with the showerhead and stepping into the giant fluffy towel that Joshua had spread out for you.

He waddles you back to your bedroom to moisturize and simultaneously give you a full body massage. Everything went smoothly until it came to getting dressed. You didn’t want to wear any underwear or pyjamas because,

“’s too hot, Joshie!” Not being able to win, he talked you into wearing your nightgown and tied it securely. Finally making your way to the kitchen, where Jeonghan had just finished plating your food.

Jeonghan guided you over to the living room sofa where he sat down with you in his lap so that he could feed you. You tried to yourself but you burnt your tongue from being too eager and so he took over. Blowing on each spoonful, he fed you while the other two looked on like worried boyfriends.

“Good girl.” Jeonghan praised when you finished your last bite and just like Joshua, couldn’t resist and gave you a kiss on the cheek. You couldn’t deny the butterflies that erupted from everything they were doing for you, which was exactly what made you sober up.

“Darling.” Joshua called to get your attention when you looked as if you had seen a ghost, “hear us out.”

You observe all three men, all still in their outfits from the dinner party and all looking at you like you were the most important thing in the world. Not trusting yourself to speak, you nod, fiddling with Jeonghan’s hand that wasn’t holding onto your waist.

“You’ve been avoiding us.” Seungcheol speaks up, “we don’t know why, but we want you to know that we care and that we’ll wait as long as it takes.”

“I know.” You whisper, not looking up at them. They’re low-key hoping that the liquor in your system will loosen your lips and spill your thoughts. But it’s doing the opposite, seeing you freeze up, or so they thought. “I’m sorry. I just- I’m scared.”

“Scared of what?” The man beneath you probes softly.

“I don’t want you all to be in the tabloids because of me. I don’t want to ruin your reputations just because, I was selfish.” Your voice wavers a little but you carry on. “I have the worst experiences with the media day-in-day-out. I can’t do anything without them being up my ass, a-and I don’t want that to happen to you, any of you.” You finally look up, look each of them in the eye as you continue to pour your heart out. “I care about you all too much to let everything you’ve worked your entire lives for to be ruined. All because I couldn’t keep it together or was too greedy.”

It’s quiet. Eerily so. Too embarrassed to look up anymore you lower yourself into Jeonghan’s hold, hiding your face in his shoulder and making yourself small. You hear some shifting and feel a tight, warm and reassuring embrace followed by a series of soft kisses where reachable.

“We don’t care about what anyone else has to think or say about us.” Joshua speaks into your neck.

“Much less the media.” Jeonghan continues.

“The only thing that matters is that we are all on the same page about each other and are open and honest with each other.” Seungcheol rubs your back softly.

You lift your head up a little, peaking up at Jeonghan first then to his left where Joshua was and then over your shoulder to where Seungcheol was. All three men sporting sincere, certain expressions.

“What if I fuck it up?” You pout and they softly chuckle.

“We’ll work it out together, baby.” Seungcheol kisses your cheek. “I promise.”

“About this baby thing. I don’t appreciate being left out.”

“Yeah me either. We need neutral ground and names.” Joshua and Jeonghan whine, making the two of you giggle.

“We’ll figure it out together.” You peck each of them on the lips. “I promise.”

Waking up in your bed with a sharp pang in your head was extremely unpleasant, but the warm weight surrounding you made you melt.

With Jeonghan on your right and Joshua on your left, that meant that the weight on top of your thighs was none other than,

“Cheollie?”

“Mornin’, baby.” He planted a kiss on your stomach. “You feel okay?”

“Head hurts.” You groan out.

Seungcheol lifts up on his knees to reach over to the nightstand. Grabbing the painkillers and water bottle and handing them to you. “Drink up.”

You did as told, handing the half empty bottle back to him to replace on the nightstand before laying back down on top of your thighs. “Urg, what’s the kill time?”

“A couple minutes. How bad is it, one to ten?” Seungcheol asks.

“Fifty.” He chuckles at your adorable pout, halting when an idea pops into his head.

“You trust me?” You nod at his sudden inquiry. “Okay, just relax.”

Your brows furrow but nonetheless, you attempt to follow instructions. Your breath hitches when you feel him shuffle lower, slotting himself between your thighs so that his face is level with your heat.

“Cheol, I-”

“Someone’s a very naughty girl. Where are your panties, princess?”

“She refused to wear any after her bath.” A groggy Joshua answers, hand blindly trailing up your chest.

“I noticed when I was feeding her.” Jeonghan mumbles as he sits up on an elbow to sleepily frown at the scene. “It’s barely … eight o’clock.” He had paused to check your alarm clock

“M’sorry, Hannie.” You run your fingers through his bed head hair in attempts to soothe him. He pouts, eyes zoned in on where Joshua was teasing your robe open to grip onto one of your breast.

“I forgive you. Carry on Cheol.” Jeonghan dismisses as he lowers himself enough to be level with your free breast, earning a whimper when he suckles the nipple into his warm mouth.

“Good idea, Han.” Joshua says just as he too leans down to suckle on your nipple.

Both satisfied and pacified, Seungcheol kisses the top of your mound, gaining your attention right before he licks a strip through your folds. His warm tongue feels so good, sending your pounding head into numbness from receiving head.

“Fuck, Cheollie. Please” You’re not even sure what you’re asking for but he seems to know, because he flicks at your clit rapidly before wrapping his cherry lips around the nub like he was sucking on a sweet.

“So sweet, princess.” He barely parts from your core to praise you, groaning out at the way more of your arousal drips out at it.

You’re feeling so pampered right now with all their mouths on you like this, how could you ever live without this? Threading each of your hands into Jeonghan’s and Joshua’s hair, you tug gently to let them know they're doing so good. Alternating between sucking and licking and even nibbling because of course, Jeonghan is a biter.

Hips bucking into Seungcheol’s mouth lets him know that you’re enjoying yourself. That, along with the way you moan out for him.

“Cheollie, Cheollie… you’re going to make me cum soon.” You manage to say in between shallow breaths.

The way he sucks on your clit and moves his head side to side, moaning into your pussy like a thirsty man made your eyes roll to the back of your head. Letting go of your erect clit with a pop, he laps at your hole, drinking up all you had to offer. In search of more, he fucks his tongue into you with precise movements. Caressing your walls with his wet muscle and simultaneously nudging your clit, you squealed when he somehow managed to hot that spot inside you.

“Cumming!”

Was all you could warn before you creamed all over his tongue and he swallowed every last drop. The other two popped of your chest, hissing in pain when you tugged at their roots during your orgasm. Seungcheol licking you through it and rubbing your thighs soothingly.

When you whined and attempted to shut your thighs around his head, Seungcheol knew you were teetering overstimulation and pulled away. He crawled up your body just as you let go of the brutal grip you had on Jeonghan and Joshua.

They all looked a gorgeous mess; lips glossy and swollen, hair unruly, chests heaving and flushed.

As for you, you were practically glowing from not only your orgasm, but from the love you felt from all three of these men. And as you tug each of them down to kiss deeply, you couldn’t be happier or more content.

“How’s your head now?” Seungcheol asked, parting from your kiss.

“Still hurts a little.” You tease.

“Insatiable.”

“Ravening.”

Joshua and Jeonghan chastise. Seungcheol heaving a dramatic sigh, “What are we to do with you, baby?”

Humming in faux thought, you smile triumphantly, “Make me all yours.” And just before the best morning of your life, you hear a unanimous,

“Done.”