you whimper into your pillow, your fingers trembling as you clutched your sheets in what you couldn’t decide was fear or anger. you don’t speak, focusing on trying to keep yourself conscious between each brutal blow to your cervix.

rough hands twist your hair, yanking your head up from the pillow with a painful pull of your neck. you cry out softly, the creaky bed springs sounding even louder without the obstruction of your hair in your ears. “I asked you a fucking question,” he grits, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “answer it.”

you hiccup, the tears that soaked into your pillow now rushing down your face, “y-yes…”

he moans, hips rutting faster, his chest pressing into your back, the thin fabric of your shirt the only thing keeping him from touching your skin. “tell me you want me. tell me you want your daddy, little bitch.”

“I…” you swallow thickly, “I want you, jeno...”

one of his hands slithers up your arm, wrapping itself around your neck, squeezing just enough to make your heart thump even harder against your chest. “call me ‘daddy’. that’s what you want so bad, isn’t it? bitching and moaning about your real daddy. I’m your daddy now so fucking say it.”

you sniffle, taking in a rough breath as you feel his fingers squeeze harder. “daddy,” you croak. “I want you, daddy.”

“fuck, that’s it,” he grunts, lost in the steady rhythm of his assault. “do you hear how pathetic you sound? begging for a daddy at your age. you’re so… incredibly… fuck… pathetic. aren’t you?”

you nod as far as you can, feeling strands of your hair tearing from your scalp. “yes, daddy, I’m…” you hiccup, your entire body quivering in agony that seems to ripple through every inch of your being. “I’m pathetic.”

warmth seeps through the fabric, a heady scent attached to it. "i said no," you state, though your voice holds hesitation. "no more."

jeno huffs in irritation, roughly pulling his fingers from your hair. “you want it, don’t you?”

your hand holds the area, feeling a light pulse beneath your fingers. “I brought enough this time.”

jeno watches your gaze flicker to the table beside him where a small stack of cash is thrown lazily beside an open can of soda. he rolls his tongue in his mouth, leaning forward until his face lingers near yours. he pinches your cheeks between his fingers, the skin rough and calloused against your face. “I raised the price.”

you glance at the money again, “it’s more than enough.”

he couldn't take it anymore. the annoyance was almost unbearable, making jeno consider finding a new, easier thing to play with. he just wanted to get off and relieve the weight of his balls and calm his brain which was filled to the brim with lewd fantasies. you were easily accessible and while you weren't exactly jeno's type, the fluttering hole between your legs made up for it. you were tight enough and more experienced than most, allowing jeno to bury his length into you with no problem but one. the crocodile tears that dripped from your eyes the moment you caught sight of jeno lurking near your bedroom door.

he's seen the position in porn, heads squeezed between muscular thighs and held down by the weight of unknown men, throats acting as pulsing pussies for throbbing cocks, and slick cunts positioned within reach for eager tongues.

it was harder to get you into the position than he expected, your legs kicking against his face, and your fingernails digging into his thighs as he settled on top of you. his cock didn't slide in as easily as he thought it would, making jeno's lips quirk in amusement. the boasts of how effortlessly you took a cock down your throat were a lie after all. the smile was quickly wiped off his face, replaced with a harsh bite to his lower lip as he paused. the feeling of your contracting throat stimulating his sensitive dick, almost doing the work for him.

jeno didn't stay still for long, rutting his hips against your face as you spluttered around his cock. he growled lowly, no irritating noises of resistance. all he could hear was a wet sound, louder than your cunt ever was. he felt drool pooling in your mouth, sliding out of the corners and smearing onto his thighs with every thrust, falling to the ground in thick strings.

your appearance catches your attention again, black streaks painting your cheeks as tears roll down the surface. your hair is ruined, gone was the hairstyle you had spent so long working on. you're grateful you hadn't put lipstick on yet when jeno shoved his way into your bedroom for the third consecutive night. each night was worse than the last, pushing your boundaries further and further.

the notification that falls from the top of jeno's phone screen, draws a gasp from you.

jaem

you on your way?

your eyes widen, the words replaced by jeno's blissed out face as the notification slides back up the screen. "j-" is all you can manage to say before you're cut off by another involuntary whimper.

jeno ignores you, continuing his actions.

jaem

?

another broken syllable of jeno's name bubbles from your throat dies in the air, overshadowed by the squeaks of wood, low groans, and slapping of skin.

seconds pass before the screen flashes, ending the recording as a picture of your brothers face replaces yours. you shut your eyes, trying to rid your mind of your brothers name flashing on the screen and the vibrations that come with it.

the rhythmic vibrations catch jeno's attention. "give it me," jeno breathes. you shake your head. jeno gives your ass a harsh smack, "i said give it to me."

you whimper as he continues thrusting, reaching shakily for the cellphone. you squeeze tears from your eyes as you start to reach behind your back. jeno yanks it from you, removing one hand from your hips to press the green answer button. he adjusts the phone between his ear and his shoulders.

"hey," he grunts.

you hear nothing, jaemin's voice drowned in the lewd noises filling your bedroom.

you watch jeno's eyebrows furrow as he grinds his hips against yours, "huh?"

more silence.

"fucking some slut," jeno says between his teeth. "she loves it. squeezing me so tight."

jeno lets out a short laugh through his nose. "you'd like that wouldn't you?" he teases. dark eyes lock with yours and a smirk slowly grows on his face at your panicked expression, "you want to?"

jeno's eyes stay on yours as he pulls his phone from his ear, tapping one single button before holding the device out to you. "take it." your lips quiver. "jaemin wants to listen." you can hear the amusement in his voice and you frantically shake your head, eyes pleading. you hear noise coming from the phone but jaemin doesn't speak.

please, you mouth with a single shake of your head again.

jeno rolls his eyes, tossing the phone in your direction. it lands beside your ear. you look away from it, crying at the fact that jaemin can hear you so clearly, the speaker mere inches from your heaving mouth.

"jeno," jaemin finally says, "don't think you're doing it right. i can't hear a thing."

jeno takes it as a challenge, adding pressure to the middle of your back, arching it. you can't contain a string of lewd moans as your eyes flutter shut and your body goes stiff.

"there you go," jaemin murmurs, "that's it, baby."

the pet name makes you nauseous, jeno's brutal pace adding to the feeling settling in your stomach, "s-top, jeno, please."

jaemin pauses, "y/n?"

jeno's body reacts to the static call of your name, a heady moan tumbling from his throat, "shit."

you sniffle, glancing at the man fucking you while trying to distract yourself from jaemin's realization that it's you he's listening to. "jeno," you whisper in his ear, cringing at way it comes out sounding like a moan, "p-lease."

jeno seems to think the same, growling as he ruts into you. "you like it? you like that he can hear you getting fucked by me? y'want me to fuck you harder, huh?"

jaemin says your name again, "s'that you?" you can't place his tone, too fucked out to analyze it. "you're letting my best friend fuck you? with me on the phone?" you wish you had the strength to tell him of the unrelenting grip jeno used to hold you down but all that comes out is a sob of embarrassment and shame. "you slut."

you clench around jeno, making him laugh as he groans, "she's so fucking tight right now, jaem. keep talking."

"if she's reacting like this from just my voice," jaemin's low voice mumbles, "imagine if i was watching. looking her in the eyes as you fuck her slutty pussy. do you want that?"

"no," you force out, pushing back on jeno's hands as you try to move away from the phone, "don't want."

jeno grips your hair, making you yelp as he pulls you towards his chest. "don't lie," he grits, "you're getting tighter. are you close? are you gonna cum?"

He sees you in his old, worn t-shirts accompanied by soft, thin panties, and even softer thighs. It’s like you draw him in intentionally with the way your legs spread in your deep sleep, and his shirt rides up to your waist, the washed out blue contrasting the color of your underwear.

Your chest moves steadily, deep, peaceful inhales followed by slow exhales. He can feel your breath against his fingers as he runs a gentle hand over your clavicle, testing the waters. Had it worked? You didn’t move. In fact, there was no indication of disruption at all. Jeno’s stomach flutters as the ghost of a smile pulls at his lips.

Jeno takes his time, soaking in every inch of your body as if it was his first time seeing it. Though, that was far from the truth. Jeno had been doing this for some time, slipping fine powder into your dinner as soon as backs were turned. Your father, his mother, and you were oblivious to his actions.

Jeno had just been so desperate the first time, having spent far too much time without any sexual satisfaction. You were so pretty that first day, kindly helping his mother prepare supper in a short sundress, a pure lightly colored pink and his fingers itched to dance over your figure, slip inside your soft walls and split you open to prepare you for his impatient cock. So when he thinks back to the drugs that had been dropped into his hands by a smirking Haechan, Jeno had acted on impulse. And he had yet to regret it.

You smell of vanilla, sweet and light, and Jeno absorbs the scent as he makes his way down your body and back up you legs. Jeno’s nose brushes your upper thigh as he inhales deeply, searching for your natural musk. He digs in closer as he senses it, pressing his face against the seat of your panties, using his tongue to poke at your hole and his nose to nudge at your bud through the barrier of fabric. You don’t stir, leaving him with access to your heat.

You are just as tight around his fingers as you were the first time, clenching down two of his fingers as he works them in and out. Jeno pushes the shirt you wore up further, pressing kisses to your belly as his thumbs work on sensitive buds, one on your heat and the other on your sensitive chest.

Arousal pools around his fingers, and Jeno’s mouth makes its way to your core, flicking his tongue and collecting the smallest bit of wetness. He rolled it across his mouth, savoring the taste as it fused with his saliva. The taste awakened something within him, screaming at him to use you brutally like he had so many nights before.

He bares his teeth as he makes his way up your body again, stopping to pull your flesh between his teeth and pull meanly, freeing his length as he does so. The leaky tip meets your core, lining itself up perfectly to your hole that squeezes around nothing, calling for his cock to fill it.

Jeno pushes inside with one quick thrust and his pace starts immediately, fast snaps of his hips meeting the insides of your thighs he desperately holds on to. He groans, deep and guttural as he stares down your abdomen taking in the curves.

Jeno bites his lip to keep his groans at bay, opening his ears to detect any movement within the house. It’s silent, as it usually was, but his mother was on edge ever since you confided in her, informing her of the soreness between your thighs and tender spots across your body. She tried to come up with excuses, anything to remove the wrinkle from between your brows, but you seemed less and less convinced as more time passes, and she seemed to be running out of explanations. His mother was a light sleeper when there was something so serious on her mind.

Jeno feels himself inch towards his climax as he thinks of what would happen if he was interrupted. If his mother or your father caught him ruthlessly using you, treating you like nothing short of a doll in your sleep, causing the mysterious pain that plagued your mind.

haechan's foot lets up, allowing you to pop off jeno's dick. you shoot up, heaving as you reach to touch your neck. you look up at jeno, eyes wide, pleading, and filled with confusion. he takes his own deep breaths, slowly caressing your tear-stained cheek.

"you didn't think to offer her to me before, hyuck?"

jeno couldn't tell jaemin that, of course. so he let him believe what he wished. jaemin was an enabler, too, offering small facts and details about you that he would have never found out otherwise.

sometimes, if jeno was lucky, jaemin even let jeno tag along when he was ordered to your bedroom to retrieve an item. jeno loved those moments when he got a glimpse of what was hidden behind the doors he had stared at for years. the plush mattress, the wooden bedframe, the drawers you left open. jeno wondered if the drawers would creak too.

jeno's eyes furrowed as he spotted something silver beside your bedroom door. he questioned jaemin. "she wants 'privacy', but she refuses to get her own stuff," jaemin had said with a roll of his eyes as he picks up a random item. "i hope one day she gets locked in," jaemin said with a light laugh.

jeno smiles, though his focus is still on the lock, "yeah."

it's a basic lock -- if you can even call it that -- that truly does nothing to keep people out. a push of jeno's shoulder and your door clicks open. jeno looks inside, spotting you lathering products in your hair.

you spot him, "jeno?"

"can i come in?" he asks. he doesn't wait for a response, taking long steps inside before turning and clicking the lock back in place. "this doesn't work very well," he chuckles.

you look stunned, "yeah... i guess not." your gaze falls on his hand that still hovers over the lock. "jaemin's probably in his room," you say, jerking your head in the direction of your brother's bedroom.

"he isn't here," jeno murmurs.

"well, you can wait for him in there," you pause, "if you want. or, i can let him know you were here." you stand, taking careful steps toward your bed. it creaks beneath your weight as you sit.

jeno looks at your lips, trailing your frame until his stare lands on the hem of your short slip. you're making this too easy. he walks towards you, stopping as his knees bump yours.

he sees the slight panic widen your eyes and he briefly thinks you resemble your brother as you quickly compose yourself, leaning back as jeno lowers himself, fingertips trailing the outside of your thighs. you place your hand on his, "i'll let jaemin know you were here."

jeno grins at you, liking the way his slow movements built discomfort within you. his large hand pushes the center of your chest, sending you back. you quickly rise to your elbows, "jeno," is all you say before jeno pounces.

you feel just as good as he imagined. better, he thinks as he gropes the soft swells of your chest, keeping his lips on yours to silence you. the strings of your panties snap as he pulls at them, throwing them to the ground as you wrap your fingers around his wrist.

jeno relishes in the sound of creaks caused by your struggle as he handles you easily, pushing you upwards and prying your legs open, sliding his hips up and down. you flinch at the rough feel of jeno's jeans against your clit. jeno quickly unzips them, losing his patience as the squeaks of the old wood pick up with those, weak thrusts. he can only imagine what they'd sound like when he really pushes himself into you.