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Second-year college life wasn’t exactly the spoiled princess era you were used to. Daddy cut you off the second you moved onto campus, told you it was time to “learn independence” and “feel what it’s like to stand on your own.”

You’d laughed. Thought he was bluffing. Until you tried to buy a pair of Balenciaga slides and found out your credit card was declined like some broke freshman.

Humbling experience, really.

But the universe had a funny way of balancing things out.

It was a coincidence, really. You had just gotten a part-time receptionist job at some fancy company, and part of your job was to get coffees for the higher-ups, and of course, a big clutz like yourself, spilt a salted caramel ice frappe with extra whip on Kento Nanami's sea blue shirt.

“Fuck, fuck—shit, I’m sorry! Ugh, that’s gonna stain… Here—take it off, I need to soak it… Why the fuck are you looking at me like I’ve got two heads?!”

You’d been panicking, frantically dabbing at his chest with cheap napkins, and he just… laughed.

Like, full-body, deep-chested, rare-ass laugh that turned heads all across the office floor.

And from then things continued to change between you two, it was like those books people read. He started coming out of his office more to talk to you, sent you texts everyday, asked you to lunch and dinner before you ended up making out in his car one day after he picked you up from college.

It had only been four months months since you two had offically started dating, you didn't mind working for him but Nanami was a provider. Didn't like his woman working, let alone working for him, he wanted you to focus on school and you were okay with that.

"Okay class, that's it for the day, please remember your end-of-the-year assignments are due in two weeks."

You were one of the first ones up and out of the lecture hall. You were already halfway down the street before you heard your name being called.

You paused mid-step, turning just as two familiar figures jogged up to you from the quad.

Nobara and Vic, they were your day-ones since freshman year Welcome Week, back when none of you knew how to work the washing machines in the dorms and bonded over cheap wine and bad decisions.

Now, the three of you were practically inseparable—housemates, brunch buddies, and each other’s go-to when campus life got too chaotic.

“Shouldn’t you two be in class?” you teased, crossing your arms as they skidded to a stop in front of you, both slightly out of breath.

Nobara rolled her eyes, dramatic as ever. “Girl, please. Like we were gonna sit through a full two-hour lecture on modernist architecture. Be serious.”

Vic snorted, already pulling a vape out of her hoodie pocket. “We dipped ten minutes in. Professor started with a slide titled ‘Brutalism and You.’ I was out.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Y’all are terrible.”

“Self-care babes,” Vic shot back with a wink. “You should try it sometime.”

Before you could fire off a comeback, Nobara snapped her fingers like she just remembered something urgent. “Oh! Before I forget—listen. I got a date in a few nights… and I need to borrow those black kitten heels you just bought.”

You paused mid-step, blinking at her like she grew a second head.

“The ones I got last month?” you asked, voice already laced with suspicion.

Nobara nodded like it was a done deal. “Duh. They’ll go perfect with my fit. C’mon, you’re not even wearing them yet.”

“Because I’m saving them,” you deadpanned. “Also… they were a gift.”

That made both of them stop dead in their tracks.

Nobara’s mouth dropped open like you just told her you won the lottery. “A gift? From who? Since when are you getting gifted designer shoes and not telling us?”

Vic gasped, already clutching her imaginary pearls. “Wait. A man bought you those?!”

You didn’t realize how fast y’all had power-walked until you picked up your package of your doorstep, keys already in your hand, unlocking the front door of your shared apartment.

Nobara was hot on your heels, grabbing your arm before you could slip inside. “No, no, no—run that back. Gift? Where exactly do you plan on wearing them? And who exactly are you wearing them for?”

You bit your lip, heart doing that annoying little skip thing it always did whenever Nanami crossed your mind. The safe answer was to lie. Play it off. Say it was some random campus guy you weren’t serious about.

But lying to your girls? Yeah, that felt worse than telling the truth.

“I mean… yeah. They were a gift. From… someone I’ve been seeing,” you admitted slowly as the three of you filed into the apartment.

Cue the twin gasps behind you.

Vic literally dropped her vape onto the couch cushion. “Bitch.”

Nobara was already yelling, flopping onto the loveseat like she was in the middle of a soap opera. “You’ve been holding out on us?! WHO IS HE? What’s the tea?! Why haven’t we met him?!”

You shook your head, trying to hold back a grin as you kicked off your sneakers and grabbed your tote bag. “Nope. Not happening. Y’all are too nosy. This one’s… just for me right now.”

Both of them groaned like you’d physically wounded them.

“Ugh, I hate when you get mysterious,” Nobara whined, already grabbing the remote like she was gonna drown her feelings in bad reality TV.

“Yeah, well,” you said, already halfway down the hall to your room, “some things are better when they’re not a group project.”

You heard them fake gagging as you shut your bedroom door behind you.

You smiled as you looked at the pink parcel that now sat on your bed but your smile shifted to the contact that popped up on your phone.

Your teeth caught your lip as you flopped yourself down on your bed, phone resting against your ear.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Nanami’s low, smooth voice answered on the other end—deep enough to make your toes curl. “How was class?”

“Boring as hell. But thinking about you made it bearable,” you teased, twirling a piece of your hair around your finger.

You heard him hum under his breath, like he liked the sound of that. “Good girl.”

Your breath hitched. Heat rushed straight down your spine.

"Miss you, haven't seen you in a couple of days."

You could hear the deep sigh that left his lips, "I know sugar, I know, but I got a suprise for you.”

"Yeah, what is it?"

You didn't have to wait for the blonde's reply; the sound of your doorbell went off, your brows furrowed, not expecting anything but you went out to answer the door only to see Vic was signing for a package.

"Well, maybe it's another gift from Mr Guess who."

You rolled your eyes as you sntached the box out of her hand before heading back to your room.

"I'm guessing you got the surprise."

"Kenny, what did you do?"

You put the phone on speaker as you open up the box, you squealed as you pulled out the pink glittery halter neck dress out of its confinement.

"Pa, you did not!"

His chuckle came low through the speaker, “Wanted you to have something special. Thought about you the second I saw it.”

You pressed the dress against your body, already picturing how it’d cling to your curves.

“Wanna take you away for the weekend,” Nanami continued, voice dropping a little lower. “Starting tonight. Wear it for me?”

Your breath caught. “Tonight?”

“Yeah. I’ll pick you up in three hours sugar.”

"At least you know how long it'll take me to get ready."

"Of course, know my woman don't I? Now go."

You practically squealed, doing a little excited wiggle on your bed. “You’re really serious?”

“Dead serious.” His voice was velvet, dark and promising. “I’ve been patient long enough. Wanna see you."

Your stomach flipped again—this time in that warm, liquid heat way that made your skin feel too tight.

“Yes, sir,” you said softly, already climbing off your bed to grab your overnight bag from the closet.

You didn’t miss the sharp inhale he took at that.

“I'll see you soon."

It didn't take long for you to pack; it would be your first time going away with Nanami, and to say you were nervous was an understatement. No, it wasn't the first time you had spent the weekend with the blonde, but this was different.

You had packed the essentials, including the little pink package you got delivered today. Your eyes darted to the clock on your wall, cursing under your breath you made your way to your ensuite bathroom for a quick everything shower.

You certainly did not have the time for it but God help you if you didn't smell and look good for the man.

It didn't take long before you were doing a full face of makeup, your face was beat, your lace was melting as you put on the finishing touches to your makeup and jewellery.

Your phone buzzed against your nightstand, you paused mid lip combo as you saw his incoming text.

Outside sugar, take your time.

"Shit."

You jumped up, pulling the dress off your bed and before you knew it you were all wrapped up in glitter and pink.

Your hands straightened out the dress as you looked into the mirror, your hair straight as it flowed down your mid back, it was in a nice side part, your edges laid nicely against your lace.

You quickly slipped on your heels before grabbing your overnight bag and making your way out of your room. You were glad to see the yappie twins had passed out on the couch, you'd shoot them a text to let them know you were okay later.

Nanami stood against his car, draped in an expensive blue suit with a bunch of flowers in his hand. The low sunset caught the gold in his watch, his sleeves pushed up just enough to show off his forearms.

His gaze lifted from his phone the second he heard the door shut, and for a moment…he just stared.

Like actually paused.

Like he needed a full three seconds to recalibrate because yeah…you looked that good.

“Damn, sugar…” His voice dropped low, almost like it was for him more than for you. “You look stunning.”

You felt your face heat as he took your bag off your shoulder with one hand and cupped your jaw with the other, giving you a soft, lingering kiss right there on the sidewalk.

"Come on baby, I got a whole weekend planned and I'm this close to throwing it away."

You gigled as you pecked his lips once more before he helped you into the car.

The drive was nice, his hand never left your thigh as he drove you both to God knows where, music softly played through the speakers.

"So you gonna tell me where were going?"

He chuckled, squeezing your thigh softly, "No, I'm allowed to keep some things a mystery."

You kissed your teeth, the blonde pinched your thigh softly, before pulling your hands to his lips. The ride went on, and before you knew it you were pulling up to this beautiful resort. You sat up straighter as some black gates opened up, revealing a stunning coastal resort built into the cliffs like something straight out of a dream. Modern architecture, soft golden lights, staff in white uniforms with welcoming smiles—it was giving luxury escape.

Your eyes widened as the car came to a smooth stop under the grand covered entryway. Nanami hopped out first and circled around to open your door, reaching for your hand like you were royalty.

“Kento…” you exhaled, letting him help you out as you looked around, your heels clicking softly against the marble drive. “You really did all this for one weekend?”

That signature soft smile curled on his lips—the one that made your knees go a little weak. “It’s not just any weekend,” he said. “It’s ours.”

You didn’t even realize how tightly you were squeezing his hand until the valet appeared, politely taking the car keys. A bellboy began unloading your bags with care, and you just… stood there for a second, soaking in the ambiance. The air smelled like sea salt and sandalwood. Every surface shimmered with candlelight and wealth. You felt like you had stepped into another reality entirely.

Nanami placed a gentle hand on your lower back as he guided you through the glass doors. The lobby was grand—high ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows with panoramic ocean views, marble everywhere. He made small talk with the receptionist, handling check-in with that quiet, composed confidence of his, while your eyes wandered the space.

God. Damn.

You were still admiring a massive flower installation near the center of the lobby when his hand slid back onto your waist, grounding you instantly. “They’ve prepared dinner for us,” he murmured close to your ear. “Come on, sugar.”

The two of you followed a suited host through the resort’s winding halls until he opened a set of frosted glass doors that led to an outdoor terrace, secluded from the main dining area.

You blinked.

A private candlelit table was waiting there, set with a view of the ocean horizon now melting into violet and gold. A string quartet played soft instrumentals in the background. Your seat had been pulled out already, and a server greeted you with two glasses of champagne before disappearing.

"Ken, what the fuck is this?"

"Dinner."

You kissed your teeth as you took a sip of your wine, your eyes catching his in the dim light of the restaurant.

"You know what I mean, this is big Ken,--"

"And I only give the best for you,"

You tried to hide your smile but it was getting hard to. Kento Nanami did love to spoil you, you knew this. From your first date to the first time you had sex, Kento did not skint on anything so this should not have suprised you at all.

Dinner was phenomenal, it was never a dull moment with Nanami, he wasn't like boring older guys, knew how to keep up with you, yes you still threw in the old guy slander but it didn't matter to either of you.

"My friends are curious about you."

Nanami paused mid-chew before his eyes focused back on you, placing the fork near your mouth, your lips wrapped around it as you took a bite of his steak.

"And what do you tell them?"

You tilted your head softly, your eyes sprakled with that bratty glint he was oh ever so used to.

"Oh, not much." The blonde's eyes bored into you as he felt your foot run up and down his leg softly, before reaching up to his thigh.

"So nothing at all?" his hand grabbed your ankle before it could inch any higher, his thumb traced over your anklet, the one he’d given you last month for your birthday. 14k gold, with his initials engraved into the tiny charm.

"Not yet, I like that it's just us, you know? No one else weighing in, so I want it to just be ours for now, is that a bad thing?"

Nanami just continued to stare, his hand not leaving your foot. You felt your stomach dip slightly, not knowing whether or not you said something wrong.

The blonde picked up his napkin, wiping his hands softly before he got up from the table. Your eyes tracked his every move as he rounded up behind you, pulling your chair out softly.

"We haven't finished dinner yet."

Nanami pulled out his wallet as he left a not so little tip before grabbing your hand, lacing your fingers together as he pulled you out of the restaurant.

He didn't say anything as he guided you past the reception towards the elevators.

"Ken..."

Your nerves continued to settle in you but they didn't last long, Nanami pulled you into the empty elevator and before the doors could even close he had you pinned against the cold panels, lips capurting yours.

You gasped into his mouth, fingers curling into the front of his shirt as he deepened the kiss — slow, but intense. His mouth moved with purpose, his tongue brushing over yours like he was tasting something he’d been craving for hours.

His hand slid down to your thigh, hiking your dress up as he pressed his hips forward, just enough for you to feel how much he wanted you.

“It's not a bad thing, baby," he murmured against your lips, voice rough, barely above a whisper. “Not at all. It can be just us… for as long as you want.”

That sent a pulse straight between your thighs. You whimpered, head tilting instinctively as he kissed down your jawline, dragging his lips along that soft spot below your ear that made you shiver.

The elevator dinged casuing Kento to step away from you, fixing your dress and his suit, the blonde took your hand, thumb grazing over your knuckles as he pulled you towards your hotel room.

The suite door clicked open under his keycard, revealing a space soaked in soft golden lighting and coastal breeze — floor-to-ceiling windows framing a dusky ocean view, sheer curtains fluttering in the evening wind.

You stopped in front of the glass windows, your room on one of the highest floors had you looking right down onto the ocean.

But you barely had time to take it all in before Nanami's hands found your waist again.

He pushed your hair away from your neck as his lips left soft kisses along your nape. You titlted your head slightly, giving him more access, Kento's fingers began trailing up your thigh, parting them softly before they found the hem of your lacy gift.

"What's this?"

"A present, for you."

He bit down on your neck, "Oh?"

You moaned softly, eyes locked in on your shadows through the window, "Got them today, wanted you to see them, but I guess it can wait till later."

"Don't worry, I'll appreciate them later sugar."

He spun you around, your body hitting the glass softly as his lips met yours again. You moaned into his mouth as your tongue tangled with his, your arms hung loosley around his neck, fingers running softly through the hair on the back of his head.

His hips pressed forward, letting you feel the heat and pressure of his arousal, and it stole the air from your lungs.

“Kento,” you gasped against his lips, “we’re— the window—”

“I know.” His hand cupped your cheek. “You look too good not to be seen like this.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as he kissed you again, his hand sliding up the back of your thigh, fingers curling under that barely-there lace. He lifted you without effort, wrapping your legs around his waist, pressing you to the glass with a reverence that made your heart ache.

Kento pulled away from you, slowly sinking to the ground as he pulled your leg over his shoulder. Your breathing was labpured as his eyes locked in on the wetness of your panties.

You moaned out as his teeth grazed against the inners of your thigh before he let out a cool breath on your clothed slit.

"You are so fucking perfect, wear them for me again later yea?"

You only could nod as he pulled them down, leaving your cunt bare to him. Kento never wasted any time when it came to having his head between your thighs, his lips wrapped perfectly around your clit, your head tilting back as it hit the window with a soft thud,

Your hands flew to his hair, his tongue flat as he licked a long, slow stripe, causing you let out soft moans into the air.

He swirled around in practised circles before flicking just the way he knew would make your thighs tremble. You choked out his name, hands flying to his hair, fingers curling tight as his pace stayed slow but unforgiving.

“Kento,” you whimpered, already pulsing under the drag of his mouth. “God—please—”

His grip on your hips tightened as he moaned into your cunt, sending shockwaves straight to your core. His eyes darted up to his as one of his hands slid down, a single finger slipping inside you with ease, curling just right as he kept his mouth locked to your clit.

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmured between strokes. “Could stay down here all night.”

Your legs were shaking, that pressure building hot and heavy in your lower belly. And he knew—of course he knew. He always did.

He didn’t stop until you were gasping, body jolting against the glass, his name spilling from your lips in a cracked moan as you came against his tongue.

Your thighs clamped around his head, and he let them—let you ride it out on his mouth like he needed to feel every pulse of your orgasm.

Only when your grip loosened did he finally stand, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, your slick shining on his lips. He looked down at you like you were the only thing in the world worth worshipping.

You were still trying to steady your breathing when Nanami loosened his tie, slow and smooth, never breaking eye contact. His jacket was the first to go, then his shirt, buttons slipping free one by one as his chest was revealed, toned and golden under the soft hotel lighting.

When he held his hand out, you didn’t hesitate. His palm was warm as it guided you toward the massive king-size bed. You sat at the edge, legs slightly parted, watching him wrap his tie around his knuckles.

"Want you on all fours, baby."

"You want me to strip?"

He shook his head, unwrapping the tie from around his hand as he gesutured for you to get into position.

You swallowed thickly, crawling up and arching your back instinctively. The dress clung to every curve, riding up high as you positioned yourself on all fours. Kento let out a breath behind you like the sight alone had knocked it out of him.

You never questioned Nanami when it came to sex, the man knew how to please you every which way.

You moaned softly as you felt the soft smack of his hand on your ass. Your back was arched perfectly, the dress still hugging your curves.

“Perfect,” he murmured.

Then he gathered your wrists gently behind your back, his lips brushing over the inside like a kiss, soft and tender. You could feel the heat of his breath before the silk of his tie looped around your hands, securing you in place.

“This okay?” he asked, voice serious now, checking in like he always did.

You nodded but Kento didn't appreciate, his hand came down harder against your ass causing you to cry out, your body jolting as you let out a breathless gasp. “K-Kento—”

“Use your words,” he said calmly, almost too calmly for the way your pulse spiked. “You know better, sugar”

“Yes, sir,” you breathed, thighs clenching as the words slipped from your lips.

“Good girl.” You could hear the approval in his tone, the pride, like you’d just pleased him in the deepest way possible.

The sound of his belt unbuckling filled the air, and your breath hitched. You couldn’t see him—but you could feel him, standing behind you, watching, palming himself slowly as he took in the way your ass arched up for him.

He leaned down then, kissing the base of your spine before whispering, “I’m going to take my time with you. You gave me such a pretty gift tonight—it’s only right I unwrap it slow.”

You felt the heavy press of his cock against your slit, dragging through your wetness before he rocked his hips just enough to tease your entrance.

You whined, writhing under him, your wrists twitching in the tie. “Please...”

Kento pushed in with a low groan, the stretch slow and deep, dragging every inch out like he wanted you to feel all of him. Your jaw dropped as he bottomed out, the burn delicious, your body clenching around him like it was made for this.

His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he gave a shallow thrust.

Then another.

And another—deeper now, harder.

“You’re taking me so fucking well,” he breathed. “Always do.”

You cried out as he picked up pace, hips slapping against your ass, the sounds echoing in the golden quiet of the suite. Every thrust made the headboard creak softly, and the pressure—the fullness—had your toes curling in the sheets.

Your body rocked against the tie binding your wrists, the helplessness of it only making the pleasure sharper. He had you, completely—wrapped up in silk and praise and that damn perfect control he carried like a second skin.

The blonde groaned as he felt your gummy walls suck him in, he always was mesmerised by how well you could take him. The warmth of your cunt always had him lose just a little of that self control he was famous for.

He watched the milky ring form at the base of his cock, your ass rippled against his hips at every thrust. He could feel the way you tightened around him, a knowing sign you was already close to your orgasm.

Kento pulled on the binds, your body arching as you barley fought against the orgasm that started to creep in..

“Gonna cum for me, sugar?” he murmured, voice low and gravelly, the rhythm of his hips turning urgent as he chased the sounds of your desperate little whimpers.

“Y-Yes—yes, sir—oh my god—”

“That’s it,” he growled, hand coming down to grip your ass as he drove into you harder, deeper. “Come on then, be a good girl and give it to me.”

You gasped, chanting his name like a prayer, barely able to hold yourself up. The climax slammed into you like a wave breaking against glass, your whole body trembling, back arching before you finally slumped forward, boneless and wrecked, your bound wrists barely supporting you.

Kento didn’t let you fall far.

He eased out slowly and leaned down, kissing your spine like he was painting you in devotion—soft, unhurried, reverent. “You did so good, baby,” he murmured between kisses, his voice warm and grounding. “Just like that. Always so perfect for me.”

He untied your wrists with a gentle hand, thumb brushing over the faint red marks left by the silk. You moaned softly, dazed, pliant as he helped you out of your dress, peeling it off inch by inch until you were fully bare in front of him.

“Come here,” he whispered, and you didn’t resist when he guided you onto your back, cradling your head against the pillow before his mouth found yours again. His kiss was slower now—sweet and deep, tongues gliding together like he had all night to get his fill of you.

“Ken—” your voice wavered, but he hushed you with a soft kiss to your throat.

“Shh, I got you.”

You barely noticed when he reached under your knees—until suddenly, your legs were folded up tight to your chest, thighs pressing into your body as he slid back inside you in one long, slow stroke.

Your gasp echoed off the walls.

“Kento—!”

“Just like this,” he whispered, towering over you, one hand gripping the back of your thigh while the other cupped your cheek. “Want to feel all of you. Want to fuck you so deep you forget your own name.”

Your body arched beneath him, overwhelmed, overstimulated, already so sensitive. But he was so deep like this—too deep—rubbing against every spot inside you that made you lose your breath.

“Look at me,” he said, voice low and full of heat. “Eyes on me, sugar.”

You obeyed, barely holding on, and the second your eyes locked with his, you let out a whimper at the sight of him, the darkness of his eyes settled on you as he continued to fuck you into the mattress. The squelching sound of your wetness accompanied with the plap plap of his skin meeting yours had your eyes rolling back.

“That’s it,” he groaned, fucking you through it, relentless now. “That’s my girl.”

You sobbed his name, tears pricking your eyes as your legs shook in his grasp. He didn’t let you move. He smiled, sweet and dark. “You’re always such a good girl for me.”

You couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. All you could feel was him, deep and unyielding, his praise melting into your skin as your body trembled under him. His hands were everywhere—cupping your jaw, gripping your thigh, pressing your legs up higher so he could bury himself to the hilt over and over again. You could feel yourself drip into the mattress, but Nanami wasn’t one to be wasteful, you barely had time to register his quick pull out before his mouth slurped out you cunt.

He kept your legs pinned high, his tongue licking deep into your walls before dragging up to your clit, sucking you with a hunger that had your eyes rolling back and your hips jerking. He didn’t stop until your thighs were shaking uncontrollably, until your pussy was fluttering around nothing and begging to be filled again.

“You’re gonna give me that last one,” he groaned, sinking back into your walls, his control slipping. “Gonna cum with me—fuck, gonna feel me so deep you’ll be dripping for days—”

You cried out his name, nails clawing into his back as your last orgasm crashed over you like a fucking tsunami. Nanami cursed, hips stuttering, and with a final thrust, he came undone—his release hot and heavy inside you as he buried himself to the hilt and stayed there.

His forehead pressed to yours, both of you shaking, breathing hard. The only sound was your shared gasps and the ocean wind outside.

“You did so good,” he whispered again, kissing you softly now. “So good for me, sugar. So fucking perfect.”

You could barely catch your breath as your fingers raked through his hair, his head buried into your neck as he continued to whisper praises into your skin.

“Still need to see that gift you got me in full view.”

You giggled, rolling over causing him to shift behind you, pulling your back into his chest as he spooned you from behind.

“We’ve got the whole weekend Kenny.”

Being treated like a lamb being led to the proverbial slaughter in a death game sucked ass but seeing your ex boyfriend there sucked even more, somehow. From your vantage point perched on your bed tucked away from all the central conflict, you notice them talking about you again.

Call it past bully traum but you knew when people were talking about you and although you couldn't make out what they were saying, a part of you just knew...

Another vote had ended and Namgyu was still staring at you, his head bowed, chewing his fingernails. He was watching you, while you were forced to watch as democracy crumbled around you.

Your brain made you think Namgyu was perhaps berating you in front of his new friend. Bad-mouthing you to absolutely no end, perhaps saying what a lousy, uptight girlfriend you had been in the outside world. How you kept him from his habit. How you tried to force him into rehab countless times.

And so you shrink into yourself, squeezing yourself further into your bed, hugging your knees.

How were you supposed to know the conversation went nothing like how you thought it was going?

"We need to get her on our team," Thanos had said when the voting concluded and they were watching you pick at your roll of tin-foiled kimbap.

"She's already on our team," Namgyu muttered, more quiet than usual as he watched you through the corner of his eye. He didn't feel like eating. He felt like doing drugs. And fucking, maybe, but eating? It never occurred to him.

Without you to remind him to eat, and to actually take care of his bodily health outside of his substance abuse, he really was a mess.

"Oh yeah," Thanos muttered dumbly before turning back to his own food, "Kay, well, I need to sleep with her."

Namgyu didn't even look up from his food, still leaning against the metal beds as he murmured a quiet, "Nope." Popping his lip, extenuating the 'p'

Thanos himself was rallied into silence as Namgyu casually clicked his tongue before adding, "I called dibs on that bro," he steals another glance. You're searching your chest for a piece of cucumber that's fallen out of the kimbap

This unfortunately, zeroes his gaze in on your ample chest, miraculously squeezed into that tracksuit jacket. Now Namgyu was thinking about your tits while Thanos' head whips to the side, his brow lifted.

Namgyu couldn't take his eyes off you since the games began. Watching you during voting time had stirred up all kinds of lost emotions. The easy and almost thoughtless way you had pressed the blue button before tucking your hands in your pockets, never sparing anyone a second glance. He had to adjust the bulge forming in his sweatpant. If it weren't for him you might have continued to go amongst the games as an anonymous spectre, with that cash prize as your only goal.

"I didn't know we were calling dibs!?" Thanos stomped his feet petulantly, "That's not fair, man. Not. Cool."

"That's the point of dibs," Namgyu said, pushing his hair behind his ears as he continued to stare you down. "Who knows how long we'll be here?" As he watched you, he tilted his head downwards, causing a thick shadow to fall over his eyes as he watched you. He leaned against the railings of the metal beds piled up to the ceiling, watching you tuck your hands deeper into the sleeves of your sweater. Really fucking cute.

"B-But Homies don't call dibs on girls!" Thanos whines.

"Yeah," Namgyu nods, "but, I'm gonna need more than magic pills and a homie to get me through the night," He made a ring with his index and thumb finger, pinching his one eye shut as he spied at you through it, "She can help,”

Thanos was quiet, eerily so. Good things never happened when Thanos was quiet,

"Let's go over to her right now then. Since she's stealing my homie-"

That immediately snapped Namgyu out of his lust-filled gaze, promoting his shoulders to straighten as he tried to stop Thanos from taking another step towards you.

"Senorita-" he said in a singsong voice and you rolled your eyes as you saw them approaching. Namgyu walked behind like the shadow he always tried to be, with his hands tucked in his pocket. Your bed is relatively low to the ground and your heart stammered when both their shadows fell over you.

"Don't have any change," your eyes whipped to your ex-boyfriend before narrowing, "Or drugs. Sorry." you mustered a painfully sarcastic smile as you attempted to turn in another direction, hoping they might take the hint.

Thanos' teeth stretched as Namgyu swallowed thickly, watching you in that distinctly predatory way of his as he propped his forearm against the railing of the bed. You hate how both of them make you feel and your eye scans in vain around the premises, hoping someone might save you from the duo.

"Lemme make this quick," Thanos said with his drug addicted hand gestures. "My bro wants you and whatever bro wants-" he taps Namgyu's chest behind you- "Bro gets."

Silence passed with you staring deep into Namgyu's dark, almost sinister black eyes. You admitted that you were still painfully attracted to him. Knowing that he knows your body. He's already seen what hid under your blue tracksuit, it was dizzyingly sobering.

He still seemed so devastatingly sleezy it bordered on attractive, like he didn't care about what anyone really thought of him. It still brought an uncomfortable amount of attraction that you didn't really know what to do with. "No thanks," you said, bending your head to take a bite of the kimbap.

"Cunt." you heard him mumble under his breath. That caused your head whip up to glare at him.

"I'm a cunt because I'd rather not fuck a drug addict?"

"No," Namgyu shrugged, "You're just a cunt."

Your nostrils flared as something diabolical ignited inside you. Up until this point, fear had been the only emotion you allowed yourself to feel. The fear of dying to keep you alive. But right now, you're being plagued with another emotion and it's setting you alight with interest.

Your dating preferences were never orthodox. You knew you could never truly be satisfied with any other timid nice guy, and that's what drew you to him. You hated admitting to it but Namgyu calling you a cunt did more than irritate you, it ignited you.

"I'm not here to make friends,” You marvel now, in the tense darkness, how confident you had been then.

“How about a boyfriend then?” Namgyu asked and Thanos whistled lowly as he mutters a ‘nice bro,’

“How about choking?” You shot back, “I tried the boyfriend thing and he stole all my savings to buy drugs.” Namgyu’s jaw ticked and you can see his fist fold and unfold. Thanos’ commentary continues. ‘Shit boyfriend-’ he says under his breath.

“Don't be a bitch so early in the morning…” Namgyu says finally before turning his head, somewhat distracted, “Or at least I think it's morning. Hyung do you think it's morning-”

Thanos raised his hands, “Morning is what we make it in here, bro.”

“Leave me alone of I'll fucking scream.” you cut through all their useless chatter, letting a tense silence settle between the three of you. Eventually, Thanos reluctantly pulls Namgyu away. Murmuring a quiet ‘just take a hint bro.'

Soon, you were left in your bed but not without one more backwards glance from Namgyu over his shoulder. He wasn't done with you and that thought sat heavily on your shoulders until the robotic voice from unseen speakers made the countdown to lights out.

The very last thing you remembered, before the overhead lights were snuffed out, was his black, almond eyes still watching you from his bed.

The blue 'O' velcroed to your breast burns a hole through your conscience as your eyes flutter open in the middle of the night, really needing to pee. The prize money acts as the only source of gold light illuminating the hall while everyone else remains soundly asleep.

Life in the games was so much more stomachable during the day, but when the lights went out, you were forced to sit with your thoughts. That piggy bank didn't have money inside it, it held bodies, and the ghosts practically filled this room.

Still, you can't help but whisper to yourself, “I really have to pee.” The only thing stopping you from going to the bathroom is the gaze you knew would somehow find you from three beds over. Your ex boyfriend watches you, even when the lights go out.

Paranoia be damned.

Cursing softly, you maneuvered yourself to the ground. Trying to make the least amount of noise possible as you moved through the row of beds.

If you were being followed you'd never know. Everything was too dark but a part of you sighed as you reached the small arched doorway completely unscathed.

Almost unscathed.

Your heart hammers in its cage when you feel his heavy arm settle over your shoulders. Your mouth falls open but Namgyu is already banging on the arched door with a closed fist. You flinch with every loud, metallic hit.

The little window opens to reveal a triangle-masked soldier. He stands there emotionless.

“My girlfriend's on her period- she's bleeding everywhere. We need the bathroom.”

There is silence from the Guard who is clearly unimpressed. Just before the little window is about to slide shut Namgyu kicks at the door, “Hey! I wanna fuck my girl- if you want, we could do it out here?!”

You try to wrench yourself out of his grip, toilet be damned but your heart absolutely sinks to find the pink soldier opening the metal door.

Namgyu only twirls, pumping his fist before pulling you in his arms, biting back a smile.

“Can't believe that worked,” Namgyu says, with a raised eyebrow and a happy little shrug as he drags you across the threshold. The trip to the women's bathroom is relatively short as you writhe and fight in his hands. There's virtually no reason for the pink guard to think any of this was consensual but they kept their stoicism on their face as you reached the girl's bathroom.

“We'll be quick,” Namgyu assures the guard with a tight sort of smile before pushing you into the bathroom, and closing the door after himself.

You trip on your way running into one of the stalls and he watches you, biting his nail.

“This is the girls bathroom, or are you too high to notice?” You hiss absolute venom as he bites his fingernail.

“Nah, I'm sober right now, which means I need something to take the load off.”

“Cool. Use your hand,” you sigh from within the stalls before dropping your pants to pee. It irked you that he was standing there, on the other side… waiting for you.

You make quick work of it all. Wiping, flushing, and making a beeline for the sinks. He lets you wash your hands but before you make it to the door his arms are wrapped around your waist.

“Uh Uh,” he tsks, “No ‘i miss you’ kiss, huh?” He drags you into his arms, kicking and screaming as he swipes your brains from across your panicked face.

“Only competent boyfriends get kisses,” Despite the fuss, the door doesn't open. Those guards have quite literally abandoned you in here to fend for yourself.

“I can make it up to you,” he said, “I miss you really bad, baby,” Namgyu's pushing your back against the sink, stained with that sickening, pastel colour as he lowers his nose into the crook of your neck. You writhe as he breathes you in deeply, before sighing. His erection pressed against your thigh.

“Someone else could walk in here,” you cry, feeling a dampness seep out of you, wetting your underwear. Your body was being traitorous because it was enjoying feeling anything other than fear. It yearned for it.

“Sto-” you attempt to catch your breath as he gropes at your breasts from over your tracksuit. “Stop touching me-” you say despite your legs getting weaker and weaker.

“You don't get to touch me anymore. You lost that privilege when you stopped being my boyfriend.” He was so much taller than you when he stretched his hand across your cheeks, forcing your neck back to make more space for his lips. A moan nearly spills out of you.

His hands are trembling and his tongue swipes out to lick the length of your neck. To your shock and horror, you melt in his grasp.

“You don't mean that-” he whispers against your skin. “No one's gonna fuck you like I do-”

“No one's going to steal my money like you do either-”

His hand flies down to your throat, choking as he says through clenched teeth, “I told you I had a problem-” he squeezes and for the briefest moment, you see stars. “I needed help and you abandoned me, you bitch-”

“I didn't abandon you-” His lips are on yours, silencing you in one messy kiss that him forcing his tongue into your mouth.

“You gonna be good for me, Huh?’ He says, hoarsely, your eyes glare up at him.

“Leave me alone-”

“You know I love it when you try to fight back,” his mouth breathes against your hair, “You trying to get me riled up babe, huh?”

His fingers find the lining of your own sweatpants and your heart stammers as he turns to push your front against the sink. Your hand grips at the cheap plaster and you avoid your own traitorous reflection in the mirror, lest you find not only fear in your eyes, but lust

“You know how bad I've needed this- fuck,” his voice cracks when fumbles his cock out, grinding against your ass with his eyes closed in ecstasy and his mouth hanging open. Your finger curls around the sink as the first moan slips out of you. It had his eyes flying open to look down at you in amusement and awe.

“I knew you weren't a completely stuck-up bitch,” he says, pulling you up by the base of the throat, “I knew you still wanted me.”

“I don't,” you squeak out as he pulls down your pants.

“No- but your body does,” he swipes your underwear to the side.

Your body spasms as he roughly sinks his digits into you once before pulling out.

“You miss me real bad,” he brings your fingers up in front of your face and your heart drops to find the arousal webbing his index and middle.

He continues to swipe your arousal from from your ass to your puffy clit and the need wracks through your entire body, building as you arched your ass backwards against him.

His mouth is by your ear, breathing heavily as he lines his cock up at your entrance, already leaking precum, “I know I gave you hell when we were out there-”

“Hell doesn't begin to cover- FUCK-” he rams his cock into you. Positively brimming with need as his hips stutter against you.

“Y-ou stole my fucking savings for drugs-” you get the sentence out quickly before moaning into the air, as your boyfriend fucks out all the frustration he's been carrying, all the need and the withdrawal.

“And I ate you out as an apology-” He reaches his hand around to clamp down on the base of your throat. Your mouth falls open when he cranes our neck back, his eyes boring into yours. “Don't you miss it baby, don't miss having me inside of you?”

“Y-Your eyes are diluted-” you begin to say, utterly incredulous. “You're high right now!”

His hips thrusts in shallow, quick strokes. “And your pussy's wet, guess we're both fucked.”

Your pussy tightens around him like a long lost friend, it knocks you out how deeply you've craved him. Needing reprieve from all the fear. “You're squeezing around my cock, you fucking slut-” that nearly has you seeing stars. Your body spasms.

“That it…” he whispers, “Don't think I haven't forgotten the way you abandoned me out there… But in here,” your eyes roll to the back of your head, “You dont so much as fucking breathe without my permission.”

Your eyes squeeze shut as his cock hits that particular pillow of nerves inside you, nearly flipping you off the edge.

“Spit on my hand,” he says, an edge to his voice that let you know he was far too close. You forgot how messy things got when you had sex with him. How much of a mess he made of you.

You do it without thinking about it and his eyes widen as he presses that same hand to your clit.

“F-Fuck!” Your eyes are squeezed shut as he reaches around to rub you to your orgasm. His movements only fumble when his hips start stuttering.

“N-Need you to cum for me-” he breathes out. “I’m jittery- baby. I need it- shit-” you slip into your orgasm right in front of him, milking his cock for all its worth. “F-Fuck this is so much better than drugs,” he murmers, eyes rolled back as a drunken smile ghosts over his face. He's in complete and utter euphoria.

Two rough knocks on the door signal the need for your return but Namgyu's cock is still spilling ropes of his cum inside you and you're doing nothing but taking it.

“I hate you,” you breathe out, because it's true. If it weren't for him you wouldn't be here.

His breath is warm against your neck as he says, “I love you too.