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𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬' 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟕.𝟑

SYNOPSIS: All is finally well and forgiven, followed by the mutual consent and agreement of being in a relationship with you all at once. Sure, it feels surreal in the beginning of this new relationship that goes beyond the norms, but what completely bothers you the most is the fact that they have been deliberately avoid giving you what you desperately desire most, and so feeling petty over trivial matters, you decide to push their buttons to see how far they will go to tame and set you straight. Little do you know that you have aroused their devil's knights' spirits that lay dormant within them.

PAIRING: non!idols enha hyung line x fem!reader

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), adulthood, reverse harem, poly

WORD COUNT: 31.4k+

WARNINGS: profanities, explicit themes, light angst, jealousy, alcohol consumption, smuts

PLAYLIST: bad idea - Ariana Grande, 23 - Mike WILL ft. Miley Cyrus Wiz Khalifa, Just dance - Lady Gaga, S&M - Rihanna, Promiscuous - Nelly Furtado ft. Timbaland, Okay - Chase Atlantic, Swim - Chase Atlantic

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-smut warnings under cut-

smut warnings: unprotected sex (no!), dom!enha, name calling, degradation, manhandling, masturbation, spitting, fingering, pussy eating, clit slapping, edging, squirting, creampies, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, double penetration (once), semi-threesomes, mild MxM in action(fingers in the mouth).

The skimpy scarlet dress accentuates your contours impeccably, and the low-cut proudly displays a luscious visual of your cleavage with the familiar platinum ring resting proudly just below your clavicle, enhancing your allure that is an irresistible blend of elegance and seduction, as evident in the way you receive head turns to you as soon as you enter the establishment.

The entirety of the building is pulsating with the latest hits that meld with the riotous clubgoers. You can practically feel the wave of heat hitting you in the face as you venture deeper, in contrast to the cold breeze outside that sent you chills just moments ago. Though there is an unmistakable air of confidence emanating in the way you walk, it is merely a facade for you to hold onto the semblance of equilibrium to detract yourself from the incessant inner turmoil within you.

You find it ludicrous that the reason for your turmoil has to do with the fact that you feel leery because, knowing them, they either may appear anywhere you are at or stalk you from afar until it is the right time to take you by surprise, when it is of your accord that you chose the audacious route to a more unruly venture without any of their knowledge.

Well, to be fair, you did inform them through the group chat that you would be out with your best friend until late night, albeit your text was dry and vague for them to be entirely convinced, so technically, you did not lie to them. It’s just that you did not bother to explicitly tell them that you were heading to the nightclub downtown, where Jennifer invited you to go with her in the first place.

The rationale part of you is prudent enough to acknowledge that you may regret this, especially going to a nightclub with other males in your vicinity, but your petulance blinds your better judgement as you vehemently desire to release the pent-up tension that derives from your sexual frustration. Not even masturbation was sufficient as your needy body demanded them, and it was infuriating to see the guys being oblivious, whether or not it was genuine, to the obvious signs you gave away.

No, you and the guys are not having any fallout. As a matter of fact, ever since they reconciled with you, the journey of your newfound relationship over the course of two weeks has been nothing short of amazing─ solemnly staying true to their words in treating you better as well as showering you with more affection in their every gesture.

Initially, the oddity of being in a polyamory relationship evoked unsought doubts despite the fact that it was a mutual consent, only because you were thinking of your parents, which rendered you perturbed at the worst possible outcome of their response to your relationship with the sons, whom your mother had intimate history with. You could not begin to even imagine the look on their fathers’ faces once the guys decide to play their part, well, except Sunghoon since he reaffirmed that he is no longer in kin to his father.

Although it is highly unlikely that you would ever sever your relationship with the guys if your parents vehemently oppose and demand you to, you don’t wish to be on bad terms with your parents either. As expected, the guys dispelled any lingering doubts after you confided in them, resolutely reassuring you that they would never allow anything to happen that involved you slipping from their fingers and that your parents would surely be supportive like they always were. Just like that, you were at ease until you realised that it was only the calm before the storm.

It wasn’t the kind of storm that you expected, considering that your newfound relationship with them had been healthy ever since the grovelling, but healthy in a way that is uncomfortably odd after having distinguished their mannerism that feels rather anomalous.

You find it bizarre how you should be appreciating the relationship that you had always dreamed of being in. Plus, they have been incredibly loving as ever, constantly showering you with physical affection ─ kissing, hugging, cuddling, and sometimes they would head over to your apartment to have a sleepover, and despite being busy fulfilling their work obligations, they would always find time to meet up with you, even if it meant appearing at your doorstep at two in the morning just to see you.

Any rational person would think that you are being unreasonable and ungrateful when you are in a relationship with four very attractive and loving boyfriends. No, it’s just that your relationship feels too healthy to the point where it feels mundane, almost as if there is a missing element. An element you recognise all too well that centred around their depravity.

You desperately need and crave more than just kisses, cuddles, and hugs from them, but it was as though they seemed to purposely deprive you of what you intensely desire most, and that is sex. The most nastiest, meanest, and mind-blowing sex that will send you into subspace — you crave that. Two fucking weeks without sex feels borderline cruel, most especially whenever you gave them obvious hints for them to take you.

It was odd because you knew that the old them revelled in debauchery, but as you recall your observations, it was almost as if there had been a tremendous shift in their gear. Yes, you love the new change in them, but deep down in your depraved core, you miss how darkly twisted they were, and you crave for that darkness. You desire to get intoxicated by the familiar depravity, which your own is calling to.

You want them to let their inhibitions go and to consume you with the familiar intoxication that will have you wanting more. It is not only regarding just sex, but you desire the turpitude entrenched in the devil’s knights’ leaders that they once were.

Because deep down, you know that you love your men a little unhinged.

“Y/N! My girl!” Jennifer’s voice somehow miraculously manages to conquer the cacophonous music and chatters surrounding you as soon as she spots you in her line of sight, prompting you to meet her anticipating eyes as she beckons you over to the bar where she is seated with a glass of tequila sunrise on the countertop.

You promptly make a beeline for Jennifer, deftly avoiding bumping into the other clubgoers here while the upbeat latest hit throbs in your eardrums. As soon as you reach her, she lunges for you, her arms locking your figure in a tight hug that has you chuckling fondly at her before you reciprocate the eagerness, closing your eyes as you bask in the familiar warmth and comfort of your best friend.

Jennifer pulls away from the much-needed hug with her hands on your shoulders, her eyes displaying approval and appreciation. “Babe, you look stunning! Red is definitely your colour.” She gushes, elevating your self-confidence, and before you can even thank her, she abruptly pulls you to sit next to her stool. “It’s like I haven’t seen you in ages since Heeseung whisked you off from that restaurant, so you must tell me all the details!”

“Now hold on, Miss Jennifer. At least let me order a drink first.” You playfully reprimand her before informing the bartender of your order that is the same as Jen’s. You look over to her, only to roll your eyes at how impatiently keen she looks. It makes you want to laugh since you doubt that what happened in your life is more interesting than hers. “Don’t expect much from me, because honestly, I don’t know where to start.”

“Well, you can start off by telling me whether or not you have opened up your heart to Heeseung.” Jennifer is quick to provide you with the solution, but her impatience in both tone and countenance elicits an amused look from you. “Which, by the way, I concluded my presumption that you must’ve returned good terms with him, considering how smitten you two were that day.”

Instead of defending yourself and proving her last words wrong, your features soften with the smile on your glossed lips as you look down at your own tequila sunrise. “Not just him,” You confess, slowly returning your gaze to Jennifer’s, whose countenance is unreadable. You bite down your lip, contemplating as a wave of incertitude hits you before sighing. “But before I tell you everything, will you promise me not to freak out and judge me?”

Jennifer immediately reassures you with a small smile before shrugging her shoulders. “I have my fair share of bad choices, so who am I to judge you? Besides, I promised to be a supportive best friend.” Her countenance displays solemnity as she places her hand above yours. “Now tell me everything and do not leave out any details.”

It is not Jennifer Huh if she never craves details, and so the last of your lingering incertitude dissipates from you, causing your tongue to feel lighter before you begin to unravel. Jennifer puts her undivided attention on you, listening attentively without interrupting you while taking sips of her tequila.

Thankfully, you can still remember vividly how the entire situation escalated. The small smile on Jennifer’s lips as well as the approval glinting in her eyes don’t go unnoticed by you when you tell her how their grovelling went, which still makes your heart flutter as you revisit the memories. You have no idea how long you take to explain from A to Z as soon as you finish, but long enough to realise that the change in music gradually elevates your mood.

“So in conclusion….” Jennifer pauses, seeming to be processing all of the information that has been thrown at her in one sitting, as evident on her facial expression, whereas you take generous yet deserving sips of your untouched tequila sunrise, waiting for her concluding statement. “You’re now in a relationship with the four of them? As in poly?”

Her reaction is just as you expected. Plus, you can’t blame her astonishment at the revelation of your relationship when polyamory is uncommon in the now-modern society, at least to your knowledge. You examine her face for another time, searching for any execrable judgement in her eyes, only to see none, but she remains astonished, although it is likely the fact that the alcohol in her system is starting to affect her at how hooded her eyes are.

But the tequila in your own system is affecting you too, causing you to feel lighter than ever. You glance at your half-empty tequila, as you have underestimated how strong it is. “I know it’s a lot to take in, but it has been working out pretty well for us,” You manage to enunciate the words that jumble in your head. You heave a sigh, finding your previous statement ironic when you’re here, still feeling petty at them because of something so silly. “At least that’s what I think.”

“I’m happy for you, babe, truly. You finally got your happy ending with them,” Jennifer initiates a toast, to which your glasses produce a clink before you take more sips while she watches you with a coy grin. “Besides, after what you’ve been through, you deserve to have more than one cock to keep you happier.”

You immediately choke on your tequila at the unexpected, crude remark from her. You attempt to brush off the stares from the people in your vicinity, your cheeks warming. “Jen!” You hiss at your perfectly unbothered best friend.

“What?” Jennifer shrugs her shoulders as she leans back leisurely with one leg crossed over the other. “All I’m saying is that it's good for you. Any one of them is always available for you if the other is busy to have sex─”

“Okay! Enough about my sex life!” You whine to her, eliciting chuckles from her before she decides to cease teasing you. Eventually, the two of you move to a new topic that involves her spilling gossip she heard at her workplace that is totally not related to work but more like her fellow employees whom she bears grudges against.

You try your best to entertain Jennifer as well as give your input, but it gets harder for you to focus on the present when your mind continually drifts off to your boyfriends, aggravating the cocktail of emotions within you. In the hopes to quell them, you decide to drink your second glass of tequila with vigour while Jennifer’s words fall deaf to your ears, but it honestly intensifies your emotions rather dangerously.

You grip your empty glass tighter. This won’t do. What you need is cock, and only your boyfriends are able to satisfy your need. With the influence of the alcohol that is slowly affecting every modulation in you, the heat is starting to get unbearable, and your body instinctively sways lightly to the music at the same time Jennifer does too.

“By the way, I forgot to mention about Eunwoo and Wooseok. I saw them earlier,” Jennifer nearly slurs out her words, clearly inebriated as she is on her second drink. Damn, the alcohol they serve here hits stronger than anything you have drunk. She scowls, her face displaying pettiness. “The betrayal I felt when my own cousin ditched me for his best friend. Snakes, I’m telling you.”

Just as you open your mouth to speak, a familiar voice interposes, followed by his shadow towering your figures from behind. “I knew there was a reason why my ears were burning hot,” Eunwoo’s playful remark earns him an eyeroll and a huff from your best friend. “Come on, Jen. Sulking won’t do you good for a grown woman at your age.”

“Screw you too, cousin,” Jennifer shoots at him, her daggering eyes do little to affect the tall male, whereas you chuckle at the irony since you are sulking as well.

The sound of your chuckles draws attention to you. “Hey, y/n. It feels like it’s been forever since we saw each other,” Eunwoo greets you wholeheartedly while you smile in return. He looks good as ever, but it gives you no effects, unlike how you’d feel if you had seen your boyfriends. “You look amazing as always. How have you been?”

Eunwoo’s friendly approach is one you recognise, but your best friend misinterpreted his intention, prompting her to grab her cousin by the arm and pull him away from you. “She’s been doing fine, and don’t you dare hit on my best friend,” Jennifer warns him, though she doesn’t look exactly threatening enough for Eunwoo to take her seriously. “She’s a taken woman now. So for your own sake, do not in any way pursue Y/N with romantic interest unless you want to be hunted down.”

Eunwoo merely chuckles, whereas you grimace at her advice, knowing how dangerously possessive your boyfriends are. You shake your head lightly, refusing to think about them any longer before diverting your attention to Eunwoo. “Where have you been, Eunwoo?” You ask, though you are slurring your words.

“I was with Wooseok because he wanted to introduce me to his cousin,” Eunwoo informs, but his composure seems disconcerted while a frown marred his face. “But I have a strong feeling that his cousin dislikes me or something since he didn’t particularly seem to be amiable towards me, and I have no idea why.”

Just when you intend to allay his discomfort, something must have captured his attention as you observe his gaze trails across the bar with recognition written across his countenance. “There’s Wooseok and his cousin. Jay, I think.”

The mention of your boyfriend’s name leaving Eunwoo’s lips genuinely staggers you, and for a fleeting moment, you find it hard to believe that Jay is cousins with Wooseok because he would have told you about it, but when you follow Eunwoo’s fixed gaze before your eyes finally land on two familiar individuals, you feel a tinge of betrayal in your chest with a frown pulling down at your lips.

Just across from where you are, Jay is walking leisurely alongside Wooseok while they seem invested in their conversation. Confusion swirls within you upon seeing your boyfriend, but then comes the fury that is coupled with lust, feeling entirely aroused. ─ his unbuttoned white blouse allows a generous view of his toned chest while his rolled-up sleeves display his titanium Rolex and prominent veins, his jet black hair is impeccably gelled with a few strands hovering over his chiselled forehead, and a broad smile is adorned on his lips, enhancing his irresistible allure that even you can discern from afar.

Jay looks good—too good—looking criminally attractive than usual, and it takes every strength from your inner core to abstain yourself from pouncing on him and claiming him in the eyes of ogling women in his vicinity. Your nose flares slightly while your icy eyes narrow at those women, most especially the ones who seem to be acquaintances with Wooseok, as the two men halt from moving forward to entertain them. Well, at least Wooseok is, while Jay seems stoic and verbally unresponsive, as though he has zero interest in them, but still, it does nothing to mitigate the cacophonous emotions in you.

You ignore Jennifer and Eunwoo’s gazes on you as you slide off your stool, now standing with your eyes intensely fixated on Jay, who is surrounded by women with appealing allures. You want nothing more but to march over to them and snatch him away from them, but you refuse to make a scene. Instead, you grab your drink and toss your head to the back as you drink your tequila in one go, earning an awe from Jennifer, whereas Eunwoo remains curious at how tense you look.

Despite your rousing lust for him, you feel mad because how dare he looks good when he is not supposed to, especially when you know that he had to clock in for work today, and who the fuck is he looking hot for?

As if Jay can receive your telepathic warning signals, he easily meets your eyes as he turns away from the ladies vying for his attention. His face contorts into confusion briefly, but he promptly gravitates to you while Wooseok politely declines the ladies to follow Jay, only to be surprised to see you as well.

Just when you have the intention to escape Jay, the two men arrive by the bar quicker than you can even take ten steps forward. Wooseok greets you with a smile, but you are too distraught and overwhelmed by Jay’s presence as he approaches you.

“Baby, what are you doing here?” Jay asks, his tone sounding affectionate that sends you the familiar flutters as well as the sensation of his strong arm slithering around your neck to pull you closer to him. The fact that he is blatantly displaying his affection in front of them and how unperturbed he is takes you by great surprise.

You ignore the rising temperature on your cheeks as the intensity of handsome gaze and just how sinfully mouth-watering he is up close with his Dior Sauvage cologne sending you waves of intoxication intensify the heat in your core. Still, you refuse to falter, and so you merely narrow your eyes at him, only to receive an intriguing eyebrow raise from him.

You part your lips open to retort, but a gasp emits from you when Jay captures your lips in a sweet, tender kiss that has you melt against him instantaneously, dispelling your pent-up emotions. Your hands clutch on his shoulders, feeling them taut with tension that is in contrast to the way he is kissing you, but you can sense the desire simmering beneath the surface of his reverent touch on your body.

His lips move against yours in a sensual pace that has you moaning airily into his mouth. He tastes exquisitely addictive, leaving you wanting more of him as he kisses you with a sense of urgency. When his tongue gently prods into your lips, you become conscious of your surroundings, prompting you to pull away from his chasing lips.

Feigning nonchalant, you look over to your friends, only to feel a fury of embarrassment that floods your cheeks as they tease you with looks of amusement and smirks on their faces. You decide to focus on the matter at hand, ignoring the fact that Jay remains embracing you possessively while your eyes glare at a startled Wooseok. He opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him off.

“I can’t believe you’re cousins with my man this whole time, and you never even bothered to tell me,” You tell Wooseok with an accusatory tone and eyes while ignoring the heat of Jay’s body in contact with yours chest-to-chest and how his arms seem to tighten around your waist. “Were you also the reason they knew where I was?”

Jay feels his heart soaring at your declaration as you refer to him as your man, but you still don’t seem the slightest satisfied with your face turned away from him, which renders him confused despite finding himself entirely aroused by how exquisite you look in red.

“For the record, I had no idea you knew Jay until he requested my help in searching for you,” Wooseok defends himself, though his stance appears laid-back with his elbow on the countertop supporting his upper body as he leans back, standing next to Jennifer. He chuckles as the frown on your lips deepens. “Don’t be mad at me. In the end, everything worked out pretty well for you, no?”

Fair enough, but it doesn’t mean that your exasperation towards Jay and the others has yet to be quelled. Sensing the crankiness in your temperament, Jay leans in to press a chaste kiss on your cheek before trailing his kisses to your temple, whispering, “What’s wrong? Hmm?” His husky voice resonates down to your core, but you refuse to cave into the temptation to latch your lips on his once more.

“Nothing’s wrong,” You say indifferently, but the cutting edge in your tone tells him all he needs to know. You force yourself to look at him in the eyes, only to feel unbearably aroused under the intensity of his dark gaze penetrating into you. You bite down your lip, refraining yourself from blurting out to him the fact that you are needy.

His gaze darkens as he peers down at your lip nestled between your teeth. He grabs your chin firmly, tilting your head up just when your gaze falters from his while he uses his thumb to pull down your bottom lip, forcing you to part open your lips. “I know you’re mad at me, but baby, you need to tell me what I did wrong for me to make it up to you.”

If there is one of the qualities you love most about Jay now is the fact that he never raises his voice at you, even if he feels annoyed or angry, but as far as you can recall, you have never done anything to incite unpleasant emotions from him, probably until now. You can’t seem to fathom the emotions swimming in his eyes dangerously, because despite looking dissatisfied at your abrupt avoidance, you can see the way his eyes rake all over your body, feeling as though he is undressing you.

Lacking self-control, you impulsively place a kiss on his lips before quickly pulling away, but the sensation of your soft, warm lips remains lingering on his. He clenches his jaw, wanting nothing more than to take you someplace else to fuck the truth out of you, but his cousin’s voice shatters the fantasies in his head.

“Jay, stop hogging your girl and get over here,” Wooseok beckons him over to the bar, eliciting a scowl from the latter. “You owe me a drink.”

Feeling his arms loose around your waist, you use your strength to push Jay away from you as gently as you can, and before he can reach out for you again, you quickly head over to Jennifer and Eunwoo, who raise their eyebrows at you intriguingly.

You ignore Jay’s heated gaze on your hand just when you grab Eunwoo’s hand at the same time you grab Jennifer’s. You cast them a lazy grin, feeling oddly exhilarated with a newfound vigour. “Come on! We can’t miss out on dancing!”

“Wait, Y/N─” Jennifer doesn’t have the opportunity to reject when you hastily drag the cousins in the direction of where the dance floor is, abandoning an amused Wooseok and a scowling Jay by the bar. Jennifer and Eunwoo exchange cautious glances, sharing a mutual sense of dubiety about this, especially when your boyfriend will be watching you.

From your peripheral vision, your heart nearly lurches in your chest upon seeing two familiar faces, whose eyes immediately latch on your figure. Confusion swirls in your head, wondering why and how they are here. It couldn’t be that Jay informed them because his hands and lips were on you instead of his phone. Nevertheless, you intend on ignoring them just as you ignored Jay, picking up the pace that has Eunwoo and Jennifer perplexed by your urgency.

“Princess? Hey─” You walk briskly past Sunghoon and Jake, forcing yourself to refuse their calling. Maybe you are being a bitch by acting unnecessarily petty, but tonight, you decide to let your inhibition go, desiring to see what awaits next now that three of your boyfriends are here.

Even as you begin to venture further into the dance floor, you can feel their burning gaze at the back of your head, and you hope that they will keep their eyes on you as you dance and mingle with the other clubbers, because frankly, you have may or may not have something up your sleeves on a whim that involved your mischief in provoking your boyfriends.

“Babe! Show off your moves!” Jennifer, who initially felt hesitant, has released her inhibitions, dancing to the music with an exuberance energy that influences you. She even encourages Eunwoo, who seems reluctant since he does not fancy being in the spotlight at the dance floor.

With the effect of alcohol reigning in the heat of your veins, everything feels exhilarating, maybe even more so as you can feel their eyes following your every movement. As the upbeat rhythm pulsates through your body, you allow it to influence the alluring sway of your body, intentionally enticing your boyfriends in a provocative sense.

Hilarity emanates from you and Jennifer, playfully grinding your bodies against each other as well as including a now-relaxed Eunwoo to dance with you. Their burning gaze feels intensifying, tempting you to look over to them, and you do. You lock eyes with Jake, whose jaw tauts with tension as you dance closely with Eunwoo before Sunghoon captures your momentary focus, but the intensity of his dark gaze feels just as impactful as his presence amidst the throng of clubbers.

You know that you should not provoke them further, but tonight, you feel an awful need to test their limits, and so you take Eunwoo by complete surprise with your arms thrown around his neck. You give Eunwoo a smile that reflects your mischief while your eyes are telling him to go with the flow, but his hands remain loosely on your hips, as though he is reluctant to cross boundaries with you.

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” Eunwoo states knowingly with an amused smirk on his lips. “You’re trying to make your boyfriend jealous.”

“Boyfriends,” You correct him, leaning a little closer to his ear as the music is overpowering, but your action only provokes certain individuals further. You narrow your eyes at him, ignoring an unpleasant chill through you. “And how did you know?”

“Just a hunch,” Eunwoo answers with a shoulder shrug before looking behind you, only for his amusement to dissipate from his countenance. “Plus, your boyfriends are not very discreet at throwing daggers at me with their eyes.”

You already know that much. “Just ignore them. I doubt that they’re jealous. Besides, I already told them that I see you as nothing more than a friend,” Though your tone is nonchalant, your heart begins to race while goosebumps arise on your skin, as this time, you feel another pair of burning eyes on you.

“A word of advice: don’t underestimate a man’s jealousy. They can get pretty predatorial,” Eunwoo’s eyes never stray as he remains looking behind you, enticing you to follow his gaze. “And I’m having a strong sense that I would not be having any hands left if I don’t let go of you soon.”

Finally caving into the temptation, you look over your shoulder and instantly lock eyes with Heeseung, whose eyes seem to darken dangerously while his entire demeanour is collected with a drink in his hand as he stands next to Jay, who is facing his cousin.

The intensity of his dark gaze feels palpable on your skin as he looks at your arms around Eunwoo before dropping his gaze on Eunwoo’s hands on your hips. When he returns his gaze to your eyes, you falter and remove your arms from Eunwoo before stepping away as you discern the silent command just by the look in his eyes. You have no idea how long Heeseung has been watching you, but maybe you should not have fucked around in the first place.

Despite being unnerved by Heeseung, you can’t deny the fact that you find it thrilling to push his buttons as well, especially knowing that he is more possessive than the others. But you find it odd that he remains by the bar instead of making his way to the dance floor to get to you. Heeseung holds your gaze again, and this time, his lips curve into a smirk before redirecting his attention to Jay and Wooseok, joining in their conversation.

Yup, you are totally fucked.

You shudder lightly before looking at where Jake and Sunghoon were last seen, only to see them nowhere. Your stomach begins to churn while the music pulsating in your eardrums seems to get louder, but since you are twisted on the inside, adrenaline rushes through you as you await what is to come.

“I’m going to head over to the restroom.” You inform Jennifer and Eunwoo, who are too occupied to reply to you as they get immersed in their element, mingling with other clubbers.

Truth be told, you don’t really need to go to the restroom. You just needed an excuse to venture further as you now find yourself meandering across the bustling dance floor with the atmosphere being a heady mix of perfumes, sweats, and alcohol, but you revel in the element without heeding to the incoming predator who has been in a relentless pursuit to catch his prey. You.

Just as a drunkard giggle leaves your lips, a gasp follows when a large hand grips your waist before finding yourself getting pulled and causing your back to hit a solid chest. “Caught you, sweetheart.” His husky voice is laden with desire and frustration while his hot breath fans your earlobe, eliciting a satisfied grin from your lips. “Now tell me why you are acting like this.”

“What are you talking about?” Your nonchalance seems to fuel his ire, as evident in the way his arm around your waist tightens, ensuring no escape from him, but that doesn’t stop you from grinding your body against his, maintaining momentum to the music, and causing your ass to bulge with each intentional bump.

“Don’t play dumb, lovely,” Jake nearly growls in your ear, his erection growing painful beneath the confines, and he wants nothing more than to fuck you, most especially displaying his territorial claim over you in front of Eunwoo.

You scoff lightly before turning around with the intention to provoke him further, but your resolve falters when your eyes roam around him shamelessly. The chain necklace hooked around his neck enhances his whole look.

“And you don’t interrogate me in the middle of the dance floor.” You manage to utter, albeit your tone sounds sultry, as you lean towards him with a simper smile, your fingers fiddling with his necklace. “You look so good, baby.”

He can feel his cock twitching at your compliment. As his eyes rake all over your body that is adorned in an alluring scarlet dress, his tongue glides across his bottom lip, desiring to rip off your dress and devouring every inch of you. The kaleidoscope of coloured lights illuminates your seductive beauty with your sultry eyes holding his gaze.

Fuck, why did he even agree with his best friends to refrain from having sex with you in the first place? Especially knowing that he lacks self-control most when it comes to being all over you.

“Flattery won’t make me forget that you let another man touch you,” Jake tells you sternly in an attempt to forget his painful erection with your body being pressed against him. The smirk on your luscious matted lips tells him that you can distinctly feel his bulge just below your tummy.

You drape your arms around his neck lazily, purposely pressing your boobs against his chest that has his dark eyes flicker down at your appealing cleavage. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Jaeyun,” You purr, leaning your face closer to his as his cologne filters through your senses.

“Oh yeah?” Jake rasps as your lips brush against his tantalisingly, prompting his hands to squeeze your hips and expecting a kiss from you, but his frustration that melds with his libido for you intensifies when you decide to tease him with your alluring sway as you dance to the music and your lips remain ghosting over his.

Giddiness bubbles in your chest that cause giggles to leave your lips, deciding to cease your teasing as he looks evidently infuriated yet reeks of desperation. “Yeah.” You giggle for another time before pressing your lips against his, testing waters by kissing him softly despite the unbearable heat coursing through your veins.

Disappointment dawns on you when Jake doesn’t reciprocate your kiss. Instead, he remains motionless, letting you smother your kiss on his soft, addictive plump lips. You huff lightly into the kiss before pulling away and jutting your lips into a pout. “If you don’t want to kiss me, then I’ll get someone else to make out with─”

That sets off the trigger in his head, because the next thing you know, his fingers go tangled in your hair, firmly seizing control over you and pulling you to him before he smashes his lips into yours, kissing you senselessly that has you melt in his possessive embrace.

Jake kisses you as if you’re his drug, his lips moving against yours desperately while his hand explores further until he gropes your ass cheek, prompting you to lift your leg with his assistance and locking your thigh to his hip. He groans into the kiss at the sensation of your core grinding against his prominent bulge, and his fingers unwind your hair to grip your waist as you continue to grind sensually that is in tandem to the music.

“Fuck, you’re going to end me,” He murmurs against your parted lips as you gasp for air, only to be deprived of oxygen when he thrusts his tongue into your mouth. Your hands go winding in his soft locks, tugging at the strands as you moan airily into his mouth while his wet muscle explores your hot cavern.

The kiss is messy and nasty with the saliva exchange between you and him as your languid tongues are now dancing in an intimate tango, but you love it. Never mind the fact that you are making out brazenly with him at the dance floor, because all that is relevant in this moment is him and him alone with the heat emanating from your bodies melding into one.

“You, in this dress,” Jake breathes into your mouth, his voice low and husky, while you pant lightly with need. “Drive me fucking insane.” He captures your lips into a searing kiss that feels bruising, but you love the pain, kissing him back with equal fervour while his fingernails sink into the flesh of your bum, rocking his bulge against your weeping heat.

It takes every strength in you to master self-control from stripping down your garments with the intention to fuck him in front of everyone else. As the intensity is reaching its peak, you force yourself to pull away from his ravenous, swollen lips that mirror your own, allowing yourselves to regulate your ragged breathing from the needed make-out session.

You can feel your lipstick smudged all over your lips. This time, you really need to head to the restroom to compose yourself despite your dissatisfied heat remaining weeping for him. His dark eyes swirl with primal desire as he licks his lips before capturing your lips once more, tugging and sucking on your bottom flesh that has you whining softly against him.

“Jaeyun, I really need to go,” You manage to speak in between stolen kisses as you gently push him away in the chest. You shudder lightly at the vibration of his growl on your lips, a warning protest that reflects his intention of ravaging you, still.

You sigh pleasurably against his addictive lips, allowing yourself to indulge him for a little more. Feeling his grip on your body loosen, you grasp the opportunity to wrest your body from him, only to receive his questioning yet glaring eyes that remain swirling with desire.

Being audacious enough, you blow him a kiss and shoot him a roguish grin, but before he can reach for you again, a group of people blocks his path, giving him no opportunity to get you in time because when he finally manages to, you are nowhere in his line of sight.

“Fuck,” Jake curses loudly under his breath as he ruffles his tousled hair, frustrated at the game that you are playing, and while he finds it challenging, he can’t deny how adorable your attempts are.

On the other hand, you successfully manage to break free from the dance floor that is starting to get densely packed with more clubbers. The exhilaration remains coursing through you as every so often giggles leave your swollen lips that are ruined by Jake, recalling the look on his face, and in the way you walk, it seems as though you are tipsy, having to hold onto the wall for stability.

Just when you decide to take a moment to compose yourself, a large hand latches on your wrist in an inescapable grip, startling you greatly and leaving you no time to process the sudden escalation.

“Sunghoon?!” You blanch, staring at the back of his head in bewilderment as he unrelentingly pulls you with him in the direction of the exit, and you swear you can see smokes leaving his ears, obviously pissed off at your antics.

Sunghoon merely ignores you as he spares you no glance, dragging you even after you step out of the establishment. Unbeknownst to him, this is exactly what you wanted. Your lips stretch into a sly grin, keenly anticipating what he has in store for you. The music reverberating throughout the establishment sounds faint as he drags you towards the secluded corner of the nightclub.

In a blink of an eye, Sunghoon swiftly has you pinned against the wall with his palms planted on the concrete wall next to your head, ensuring no escape. Your breath hitches in your throat as you see his eyes darkening with each passing second, taming his inner demons from consuming you in the most intoxicating way.

“What you pulled back there with your friend wasn’t cute, princess.” His voice sounds gravelly deep, which turns you on further as you bite down your lip, momentarily distracting him by your sultry countenance. “Clearly, you're intentionally provoking us by acting like a brat tonight for no reason, and I don't appreciate that."

A scoff falls past your lips, your face twisting in annoyance at the word ‘brat’. “I’m not acting like a brat!” You snap pettily, attempting to push him away from you with your hands on his toned chest, but he doesn’t budge. You tilt your chin up with a hint of defiance as you maintain the heated eye contact. “You’re just jealous─”

“Damn right, I am,” Sunghoon snarls coldly, leaning his body closer to you that sends your head dizzying from how potent his ire is that mingles with his addictive cologne, amplifying the tension. His dark gaze holds you tenaciously, forcing you to grasp the gravity of your actions. “I’m your boyfriend, aren’t I? I have every right to feel jealous and to make your friend feel sorry for ever touching you.”

Still, you refuse to submit to him yet, wanting to prolong this as you proceed to push his buttons. “I liked the way he touched me,” You say nonchalantly, your eyes flickering down at his necklace while your fingers lazily trail on his chest that sends him a series of goosebumps.

“What the fuck did you just say?” He asks calmly, his fingers gripping your chin to seize control over your focus as your eyes meet his that are storming with fury and desires.

A grin touches your lips. God, he looks so hot when angry. “You heard me,” You push his buttons again, your sultry eyes glinting with twisted mischief while your fingers ascend to his neck to trace his Adam apple. “Maybe I should’ve let him explore me a little deeper.”

Sunghoon clicks his tongue in annoyance before the corner of his lips curves into a smirk with his fang-like teeth peeking. “You really like pushing my buttons, don’t you?”

You merely hum in agreement as you lazily drape your arms around his neck before pulling him closer to you while his hands fall to your hips to pin you against the wall. “And you look hot getting all riled up,” You purr in his ear sensually before whining softly while you rub your leg against the side of his deliberately. “Please, I’m so needy, Hoonie.”

Letting his inhibitions go, Sunghoon takes you by surprise when he slams his lips against yours, swallowing your gasp and kissing you hard with fervour. He presses his body into yours, enabling you to grind your core against his hardened bulge.

You moan languidly into the wet kiss at the sensation of his distinct bulge in contact with your clit, loving how nasty he gets when you make out with him, tongues meshing wetly against each other and teeth nipping at each other’s lips.

“More, please,” You plead breathlessly as soon as he pulls away from your chasing lips with the string of your spits connected before trailing a scorching path on your neck with his lips, rendering you unbearably aroused.

Sunghoon scoffs against the hollow of your throat before nipping at your skin and moving over to your ear. “Strip down your underwear first, princess.” He commands lowly, intensifying your arousal at his dominance reigning over you before you as he told you without breaking eye contact with him.

As soon as you straighten your back, you hold up your beige underwear, causing his nose to flare lightly as he sees a noticeable wet patch due to your slick of arousal. “You’re so fucking needy for cock, aren’t you?” His tone drips with condescension that goes straight to your cunt as it clenches around nothing.

“Sunghoon!” You gasp in disbelief when he snatches your underwear and shoves inside the pocket of his brown leather jacket.

“For souvenir,” Sunghoon merely smirks at you before dipping his head down to kiss your neck, distracting you with the sensuality of his lips and tongue assaulting your neck while his hand travels along your lower region, moving underneath your scarlet dress. “Spread your legs for me, princess.”

You eagerly do, your hand goes latching on his broad shoulder for support when the padding of his fingers comes into contact with your clit, setting the bundle of nerves to go aflame as he rubs it deliberately with expert precision that has the pleasure of coiling in your tummy.

His dark eyes watch your every nuance closely ─ the way your lashes flutter as your eyes are threatening to close while your lips go parted with only the sweet sound of your moans and cute gasps he revels in with a smirk touching his lips.

“So this was your goal? To rile me up and get me to fuck you with my fingers?” Sunghoon scoffs, his voice lacing with a familiar degradation that ignites a thrilling heat in you. You don’t respond, only getting lost in the sensation of his slender fingers thrusting deeper and faster in your cunt with your hips moving in tandem. “Oh, princess, you really are a brat.”

“F-Fuck you,” You let out a broken gasp as his fingers delve deeper and hit the spot relentlessly, coaxing more moans from you when he skilfully aids your neglected clit that is slick with your arousal with his thumb while his fingers remain thrusting into you.

“Manners, princess, or I won’t make you cum at all.” He tuts disapprovingly, dipping his head to place a wet, chase kiss on your pulse before sinking his teeth into your skin, causing you to arch your back against the wall at the painful pleasure.

You hold him close with your arms around him meekly, allowing him to listen to your pathetic moans and whines that go straight into his raging cock. With both his fingers and thumb manipulating your sopping cunt and clit in an unrelenting tandem, the coil in your tummy threatens to snap at any moment.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” He asks, his tone dripping with mockery as he pulls away from your tainted neck with his mark. You can only moan in response while he watches you with sadist satisfaction as you writhe needily in his hold and pulls him closer to you.

“Come on, princess. Make a fucking mess all over my fingers.” He nearly growls out in command, his thumb flickering your slick clit feverishly that hurtles you to the edge of ecstasy. With one particular, hard thrust as well as pressing his thumb into your clit, a moan tears from your throat as you violently come undone with your essence coating his fingers.

Sunghoon withdraws his fingers from your cunt, only to bring them to your lips. You comply, opening your mouth for him to shove his fingers and allowing you to taste yourself. His eyes darken with primal lust as he watches you swirling your tongue around his sticky fingers and sucking them while your hooded eyes never leave his.

As soon as you suck your own release clean, Sunghoon pulls his fingers away from your mouth and captures your lips in a searing kiss before licking the residue of your saliva on the seams. You moan wetly into his mouth as his tongue invades your cavern once more to lick every inch.

“Fuck me, please.” You whine against his lips, your fingers pawing on his broad shoulders while your leg gooes locking around his thigh slyly, eliciting a smirk from him before he kisses you hard for another time and pulls away. Your hooded eyes remain clouding with lust as you look at him with your hands travelling down to slide them underneath his top, feeling his abs flexing beneath your touch. “Need you so bad, Hoonie.”

Instead of indulging you, Sunghoon takes a step away from you and pulls down the hem of your dress that is bunched to your waist. Before you can open your mouth to speak, he grabs your hand and drags you with him while your head is fogging with confusion amidst the prevailing lust.

“Hoonie, what─” The question that hangs at the tip of your tongue dissipates as you step foot into the parking lot, spotting Jake positioned sideways on his bike seat with his arms folded across his chest. You don’t make any protests despite the confusion as Sunghoon continues to drag you over to Jake.

Hearing your footsteps, Jake directs his attention to your dishevelled yet flushed appearance, causing his lips to curve into a smirk as he has a strong inkling that his best friend prepped you. “She’s all yours for now, mate,” Sunghoon says theatrically, mirroring his smirk as he releases your hand.

Jake doesn’t respond to his best friend, and instead, his eyes remain on your addled figure with your eyes darting between them. He unfolds his arms to extend his hand to you. “Come here, sweetheart.” His voice is soft, but his tone carries a firm command that has you gravitate towards him in just a few steps before he grabs you by the waist and slams his lips against yours, kissing you with an insatiable urgency.

You gasp into the kiss, supporting yourself with your hands on his chest, but his arms wrapped around your waist are unyielding, forcing you to lean dependently into him. Just as you nearly succumb to his irresistible lips, taste, and his scorching touch on your body, your ears perk up at the sound of Sunghoon’s footsteps seemingly retiring.

You quickly break the kiss and look over your shoulder to see Sunghoon walking away from you. “Wait, where are you going?” You whine out to him, ignoring Jake’s lips littering on your exposed chest just above your cleavage.

Sunghoon halts his steps, directing his focus on you, only for his eyes to soften at the sight of your sparkling eyes that yearn for him as well. He can’t resist you, his feet gravitating back to you until the distance is enough for him to grab your outstretched arm as you reach out for him.

“I’ll just be over there,” Sunghoon points his fingers to the spot on the pavement just across from where you are. Upon seeing your pout, he raises your hand to place a kiss on your knuckle, as though it is a gesture of his apology, and his lips curve into a smirk. “Don’t be too sulky, princess. Jake will keep you satisfied until I return for you.”

Even as Sunghoon parts from you with his hands occupied in taking out his cigarette box from his pocket, your eyes never stray from him, rendering a certain someone, whose boner is getting uncomfortable beneath the slacks, to feel neglected due to your lack of attention on him.

“Focus on me, sweetheart,” Jake instructs you sternly with his fingers gripping your chin firmly, forcing your attention on him. Your breath hitches in your throat at dangerous swirls in his dark, sensual gaze. “You left me high and dry back there.”

“I’m sorry,” You utter a feeble apology as your heart flutters at the affectionate gesture of him tucking strands of your hair behind your earlobe.

Jake hums, stroking your cheek with his thumb tenderly, and yet it feels deceptive. “I know you are, sweetheart.” He says so affectionately, but the smile stretching on his luscious lips looks ever so devious, sending you a faint chill down your body.

You know that Jake, or maybe even Sunghoon as well, has ulterior motives when he releases you, prompting you to step away from him. You watch him with both curiosity and incredulity as he proceeds to unzip his pants before pulling them down and displaying his red briefs with a perceptible wet patch.

“Jaeyun! What are you doing?!” You whisper to him furiously, your cheeks warming due to the second-hand embarrassment, whereas he doesn’t seem the slightest perturbed, but you can’t deny the arousal stirring in you at the sight of his bare erection with the tip glistened with his precum.

“Come here, lovely.” Jake’s voice sounds deeper than ever, laden with primal lust as he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you to him. He adjusts his position, now sitting comfortably on the bike seat. “I want you to ride me.”

You stare at him with great incredulity as you remain cemented to the asphalt ground. “On your bike?” You ask slowly, only to receive a definitive head nod from him. A scoff leaves your lips, because you never would have thought that Sim Jaeyun would initiate sex on his freaking red Ducati Panigale V2. “Are you crazy? We could fall over!”

“It’s on a kickstand, sweetheart. Plus, I’ll be supporting us,” Jake attempts to reassure you, struggling to maintain the tenderness in his tone while his cock is getting more erected at the thought of your pussy, but your mind drifts off to another matter in the present as you scan your surroundings warily, especially recalling the prolonged line of people outside of the club, which is near the parking lot.

“But other people might see us.” You protest weakly as he pulls you by the arm, lacking resolve at the instant his lips latch onto your skin just above your cleavage while his hands slither down underneath your thighs, soothing your nerves in the way he rubs your skin.

Jake nips at your chest, eliciting a gasp from you before he pulls away and takes you by surprise when he easily lifts you up. Your arms quickly latch around his shoulders for stability while your legs instinctively hook around his waist, and the closeness causes you to feel his erect cock against your tummy as he adjusts his original position, with the only difference being that you are now straddling his chiselled thighs.

“I promise you that no one gives a fuck about what we are doing, and even if they see us, I see nothing’s wrong with it.” Jake gives you a simper smile that infuriates yet turns you on more than you were earlier. You open your mouth to reprimand him, but a gasp leaves instead as he smacks your ass sharply while the stinging pain fuels your arousal. “Now you’re going to ride my cock good, sweetheart.” He commands, leaning back slightly with his hands on the seat, allowing you to take control.

Seeing that there is no use to reason with him any longer, you may as well enjoy the thrilling escapade in this accessible zone. With the hem of your dress bunched to your waist, you look down to grab the base of his cock, hearing him drawing a sharp breath at the warmth of your touch, and you swear you can feel him throbbing with need.

Jake offers his assistance to you, his palms beneath your bums as he lifts you up just slightly for you to aim his pointed cock at your sopping entrance before sinking yourself slowly onto him. Two weeks without sex makes you feel as though you’re a virgin, because the sensation of his thick girth stretching your walls feels overwhelming, eliciting a whimper from you as you try to accommodate his size.

Seeing tears prickle in the corners of your eyes, Jake decides to alleviate your pain as he leans in to capture your lips in a tender kiss, allaying your nerves. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I know it has been awhile, but you can do it, yeah?” He murmurs against your lips, his voice lacing with affection that makes your heart swell. “The pain will be gone soon. Just a little more.”

Though his voice sounds gradually deeper and thicker with an unmistakable lust, he remains composed and tender in the way he constantly reassures you with patience. Your hands grip on his shoulders for stability, gasping as you manage to fit the entirety of him. “Jaeyun.” You utter his name shakily as you meet his reassuring eyes.

“Go on, gorgeous. Ride me,” Jake says encouragingly, closing the gap between your lips to kiss you sweetly while his hands position at your hips firmly to aid in your movement. He groans into the kiss as you begin to ride him, feeling your wetness lubricating his cock thanks to Sunghoon’s work.

“Ungh─Jaeyun─” Your words clog in your throat before they come out as moans instead, as each movement sends shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your body despite the pain of his sheer girth stretching your walls, but it subsides quicker than you realise, rendering you with renewed vigour as you begin to fuck yourself onto his cock, bouncing and gyrating your hips, completely drunk on his cock that the thought of possibly falling over no longer deters you.

Jake watches you with hooded eyes that darken with carnal lust, admiring how you look beautifully intoxicated by the sensation of his cock with your head tilted up and your eyes closed while moans and gasps, leaving your parted lips. Although watching you in control is his favourite, his inner demons are practically ravenous as they impel him to assert dominance, desiring to go deeper into than his cock already is.

When your fingernails dig into him as your hands grip his shoulders for stability, the last thread of his willpower finally snips, prompting him to assert control with full force as he grips your hips firmly before taking you by surprise when he pulls you down and holds you there, causing you to feel his cock more deeply.

“Jaeyun, please move.” You whine in complaint at the stillness, only for him to slam his lips against yours into a searing kiss before he starts to hammer you down on his cock with ease, seizing control that feels overpowering with the combination of his lips, kissing you messily with his tongue forcing his way into your mouth and meeting your tongue, only for him to reign dominance the same way he fucks you.

Jake wants to be gentle with you; he really does, but the tightness of your warm velvety walls hugging his cock sends his head spiralling that is filled with the thought of you and your sweet, tight cunt, prompting him to thrust into you with reckless abandon as your whole body shakes in his secure hold, drawing out cries and whimpers from you that he greedily swallows.

Sensing that you need to gasp for air in the way your breathing becomes staggered, Jake pulls away from the kiss and resorts to latching his lips on your skin with his fingers tangled in your hair to tilt your head up, granting him easy access to your neck, all the while without stopping his relentless thrusts into your nearly battered cunt.

“You feel so good wrapped around my cock, lovely,” Jake grates, his breath scorching on your skin. His grip on your waistline feels like iron while his dominance over you reigns as he thrusts his cock into your sopping cunt deeper to the point where you feel his bike rocking under him due to the intensity. It is a miracle that the two of you have yet to fall over, given how vigorous he fucks into you.

“Missed you so much,” You whimper in his ear as you hold him close with your arms around his neck. Your heart flutters when he plants a deep kiss on your cheek, his gesture affectionate and tender, momentarily distracting you from the imminent release as your climax is teetering at the edge.

“I’ve missed you too, my loveliest. I missed this sweet fucking pussy too,” Jake groans deeply as your walls clamp around him, quivering, while your body trembles in his hold, signifying that you are close. He snaps his darkened eyes open, meeting his best friend’s from across as the latter continues to smoke his cigarette stick while watching the obscenity unfold before his very eyes.

“I’m gonna come, Jaeyun.” You moan out as you bring your fingers down to rub your clit, intensifying your imminent release that is about to crash down on you at any moment. You mewl in his ear, trying your best to litter kitten kisses down his throat while his grip tightens on your body. “You fuck me so good, baby.”

It is as though something inside him snaps, something so animalistic, and the next thing you know, Jake stands abruptly and continues to fuck you as he carries you with such ease, lifting and pulling you down on his cock with your legs untangled. The new position and angle allow his cock to hit your spongey spot deliciously, eliciting unabashed moans from you.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” Jake nearly growls out before capturing your lips and silencing your sounds. Without warning, the tidal wave of pleasure crashes over you as you moan against his lips, surrendering yourself to the rapture of orgasm that feels intense while he continues to bring you down on his cock relentlessly.

With one last thrust, Jake matches the crescendo of your release, his own washing over him in a torrent of ecstasy with his sticky essence spilling in you. He continues to hold you up while you slump against him dependently, your breaths labouring from the exertion. You feel his cock softening in you as he ambles forward, only to set you down on Sunghoon’s bike carefully before he reluctantly pulls out from you and steps away.

Your face contorts into confusion as you watch Jake pulling up his briefs before Sunghoon shields your view, prompting you to look at his face, only to see deviousness melding with primal lust as his eyes that are raking all over your body. Your pulse drums in your ear as he takes tantalising steps closer to you while his eyes darken dangerously.

“Spread your legs for me, princess,” He commands, his voice a low rumble that sends you chills. You slowly comply despite the embarrassment weaving across your cheeks at how lewd you present yourself to him with the hem of your dress bunched to your waist as you lean back slightly, allowing a full display of your bare cunt that leaks with the union of your essence with Jake’s.

Sunghoon is in awe as his dark, hungry eyes settle on your slick folds while his tongue glides across his bottom lip, wanting to ruin you even after his best friend already did. “Damn, look at you, princess. You’re fucking drenched.” His tone drips with condescension, but it turns you on more than anything.

“Sunghoon,” You moan softly when his thumb comes into contact with your slick clit to rub it in calculated circles before adding his fingers to slide up and down in between your folds, causing you to buck your hips up at his tantalising assault on your needy cunt.

“Still so needy even after getting fucked,” Sunghoon patronises you with a condescending smirk while continuing his assault relentlessly, edging you until he stops to unzip his pants. You whine out your impatience as you feel your cunt clench around nothing in anticipation. “Patience, princess. You’ll get cock, alright.” He drawls, now inching closer to you as he holds his cock to aim at your awaiting cunt.

“Wait, Sunghoon, what if I fall?” You ask worriedly as realisation hits you at the fact that you are seated on his bike sideways while holding onto anything solid for support. Your question goes unanswered, and worries are quickly dispelled when he plunges his cock into your cunt, eliciting a startled gasp from you at the instant fullness of his girth.

“I won’t let you fall. Just stay there all prettily for me to ruin you and take it,” Sunghoon groans at the resistance of your warm velvety walls clamping around his cock despite having been battered by Jake. He quickly steadies you just when your body goes limp from the prior exertion, with his hand coiling at the nape of your neck while his other hand grips your waist firmly. “Stay with me, princess. I’ll make you feel good again.”

You only moan in response as you surrender yourself to the newfound pleasure of his cock battering your already ruined cunt with an unbridled fervour, causing his bike to rock back and forth under the force of your shared passion. The distinct drag of his cock against your walls quells your discomfort of getting fucked on his bike in this position, and instead, you arch your back as you desire to feel him deeply.

“Look at you. You’re loving this, getting fucked on my bike,” Sunghoon murmurs, smirking as he watches you unravelling beneath him, his voice laden with unadulterated lust and pride at the pure ecstasy contorting on your face. His hand falls to your bare thigh, gripping it tightly while he delivers thrust after thrust. “Anywhere is fine with you as long as you get cock, yeah? It doesn’t matter if it's public or not. You’re so fucking nasty, princess.”

“I’m not,” You whine out in denial, but deep down, maybe you are an exhibitionist. As your hooded eyes meet his, Sunghoon clenches his jaw, getting riled up at your blown-lust pupils, as though nothing is on your mind except him and his cock. You flicker your eyes at his pink lips, wanting nothing more than for him to claim you again. Your hand goes fisting at his top, slowly pulling him down to you. “Kiss me, please.”

Who is he to deny his princess, even if she had been acting like a brat? With a soft smirk unfurling on his lips, Sunghoon dips his head down and presses his lips against yours while you aid in tilting your head up for easy access for him to kiss you without having to remain uncomfortable in his stance, but miraculously, he manages to maintain momentum as he drives his cock deeper into you.

Sunghoon tilts his head to the perfect angle to deepen the kiss, and when you part open your lips in an invitation for him to explore you, his heart swells with pride and affection. He pulls you to him by the hip to drill himself deeper in your weeping cunt at the same time he thrusts his tongue into your mouth, allowing you to taste the fresh cigarette on his tongue as he licks every inch of your hot cavern.

The combo of his addictive kisses and his cock drilling you sends you to a state of feverish ecstasy, stimulating your arousal that is now moulded into a knot in your tummy. Your breath hitches in your throat at the grazing sensation of his sharp fang-like teeth against your bottom lip teasingly before he pulls away, his breaths ragged.

“Your pussy feels so good around me, princess. Wonder why the fuck I agreed to avoid having sex with you for so long,” Sunghoon grunts out as he multitasks in securing your position just when you nearly slip down from the bike seat. His statement goes unheard by you as you succumb to the throes of pleasure.

“That makes the two of us,” Jake’s voice nearly shatters the heated passion that engulfs you and Sunghoon with your conjoined sexes, but neither of you pays mind to Jake, who is seated on his bike leisurely as he watches his best friend fuck the love of his life.

“Hoonie, I’m close.” You announce in a whimper, only for you to moan again when his thumb rubs your clit in a frenzied circle, matching the way he thrusts into you with reckless abandon while your cunt clenches at the intensifying pleasure he gives you.

“Me too, princess. We’ll come together, yeah?” Sunghoon rasps, his voice rough with lust and possessiveness, desiring to claim you with his essence over and over, maybe even breed you.

With one last flick on your clit, the knot in your tummy snaps with an overwhelming force as you tumble over the edge of ecstasy with a moan while a guttural growl of pleasure emits from him as he slams his hips against yours for one last time before his orgasm crashes down on him like tidal waves and spills copious amounts of cum deep inside you.

The last echoes of ecstasy fades into the air, his cock softens in you before he gently pulls out, eliciting a whimper from you at the sensitivity when his cock drags along your walls. Your legs give up as they limp over his bike in the air, still spread lewdly in front of them.

Your eyelids threaten to close after having been fucked by two cocks in one night, and you wish to sleep away your exhaustion, but Sunghoon instantly brings you back to the present as he cradles your face while the other hand assists you to stand, but your feet go wobble, prompting you to hold onto Sunghoon’s arm.

“Come on, princess. Let’s bring you back to your apartment,” Sunghoon murmurs to you, looking down just to see you snuggling into his chest while your mewl makes his heart swell with affection as you feel his warmth enveloping you in a cocoon of safety and comfort.

A soft smile touches your lips, feeling contented that you managed to achieve your goal, well, at least with the two of them. You snuggle into Sunghoon for a good minute before pulling away to look him in the eyes, seeing how soft his gaze is compared to earlier.

Your heart flutters as he strokes your cheek lovingly. “Who do you want to ride with, princess? Me or Jake?” Sunghoon asks softly, his eyes examining your face, and he wants nothing more than to provide you with the aftercare you deserve.

“Jaeyunie,” You answer without hesitation, eliciting different reactions from the two best friends. Sunghoon shoots Jake a glare, whereas the latter smiles smugly. You see the way Sunghoon is equipped with jealousy that is borderline possessive in the way his arms embrace you. You cradle his cheek, forcing him to look at you. “I still love you, Hoonie, but I want to ride with Jaeyun. I promise I’ll make it up to you later.”

“Later?” Sunghoon asks with an inquisitive eyebrow, entirely intrigued, most especially by the undercurrent of mischief and lust in your tone.

“Mmhmm,” You reaffirm while a lazy grin spreads across your swollen lips; no longer is the exhaustion present in your body. Your eyes dart between them, enticing them with your sultry gaze. “Another round at my apartment?”

“Fuck yeah. Come here, sweetheart,” Jake beckons you over to him, but Sunghoon holds you tighter and decides to irk Jake by peppering kisses all over your face, eliciting giggles from you while Jake cannot help but to smile at the endearing sight.

When time passes by, you find yourself speeding on the highway as you sit behind Jake while Sunghoon rides next to his pal, riding against the vindictive wind, both eager to spend the whole night buried in you once more.

The sunlight filters through the window, casting a warm, gentle glow over your entwined figures on your bed while your room is filled with a much-needed tranquillity after last night’s intercourse. You have been wide awake for the past fifteen minutes, finding yourself nestled in between Jake and Sunghoon. Though the exertion prevails over your body, you feel oddly renewed with vitality with an attained satisfaction in you.

Sunghoon’s body feels warm as part of your body is laying on top of him with your limbs draped over him in an embrace. Your ear is pressed against his bare chest, allowing you to hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat that soothes you like a lullaby. Behind you, Jake has his arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you as though you are his bolster, while his face is snuggled against your nape, tickling you with his warm breath.

Though this feels nice and exactly what you really needed after a night of passion, your full bladder requires you to get off the bed in haste. You indulge yourself for a little while more as you bask in their warmth and scent that cocoon you before sighing softly and attempting to remove yourself from their grip.

Thankfully, Jake remains sound asleep as soon as you manage to escape his grip. You hover over Sunghoon in an attempt to get over the side of the bed, but just when your foot can meet the floor, you feel a harsh tug at your arm, eliciting a startled yelp from you as you find yourself falling onto Sunghoon’s chest.

You huff lightly as you lift your head to glare at Sunghoon, only to see his eyes closed. You attempt to get up again with your hands pressed down on his chest for support, but fail miserably again when you fall on top of his chest as he pulls you back down, your face meeting his neck that is tainted with your marks.

Sunghoon has you locked in his embrace, denying you any escape from him, but that doesn’t stop you from squirming. “Hoonie,” You whine, lifting your head to look at him and spotting his lips stretch into a lazy grin.

“Where do you think you’re going, princess?” Sunghoon’s morning voice sounds gravelly deeper than usual, awakening the butterflies in you, but it is obvious that he is half asleep.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” You tell him, but he disregards the urgency in your tone as he only tightens his grip on your waist. You sigh softly before leaning forward to place a chaste kiss on the corner of his lips, hoping that your gesture of affection would grant you the freedom. “Let me go, please?”

Surprisingly, Sunghoon releases you, and you quickly grasp the opportunity as you abandon him, even if your heart mourns at the loss of his warmth. You grab your towel and head straight for the bathroom to relieve your bladder promptly, forgetting how achy your limbs are. But before you can do so, your reflection in the mirror catches you off guard as you halt your steps.

Your eyes dart at the lines of hickeys on the right side of your neck while the other remains untainted. Fresh, purple hickeys from their lips and teeth. You recall how untamed they were in your room, claiming you as theirs over and over that sent you nearly into subspace. The dynamic power between Sunghoon and Jake was interesting, especially when one was more lenient and gentle towards you than the other, but you loved every second of it.

You shake your head at the licentious recollection and quickly attend to your bladder before hopping into the shower. It takes you quite some time until you finally step out of the bathroom and head straight for your closet as you clutch onto your towel that is wrapped around your bare body without sparing a glance at the two men on your bed who are still probably asleep.

After putting on your shorts, you proceed to wear your white tank top while making your way out of the closet before spotting Sunghoon and Jake surprisingly awake as they sit upright on the edge of your bed, albeit somnolence is present on their countenance. You can’t help but smile at how adorable they look — such a contrast to the sex beasts they were last night.

“Well, good morning! Had a really good sleep?” You greet them cheerily, your tone lacing with mischief that aligns with the mirthful grin on your lips. When your eyes roam around their half-nudity as they donned similar sweatpants, you nearly falter, your mouth watering at the sight of their toned muscles, especially their v-lines, while a sense of pride beams in your chest at the marks and scratches on their skin.

They remain unresponsive, as though their souls still linger in the realm of sleep. You chuckle softly to yourself, feeling quite amused to see them being the sleepy and weary ones instead of you this time. “I’ll see what I have in my fridge and make us breakfast.”

Jake immediately lifts his head up to meet your eyes, his hand reaching out to you while his pink, plump lips jut into a pout. “Sweetheart, where’s my morning kiss?” He whines, making your heart soar at how adorable he is being.

“Morning breaths, Jaeyunie.” You remind him while your nose scrunches at the thought, never mind the fact that his lips look utterly kissable with his raven, tousled bangs softening his features. Jake’s resolve remains unwavering as he continues to look at you with sparkling eyes and a pout, leaving you no choice but to indulge him.

“Fine, you big baby.” You roll your eyes playfully as you close the distance between you and him. Stopping in between his spread legs, you cup his cheeks, your thumbs stroking his skin tenderly as you gaze into his beautiful brown eyes before dipping your head and placing a kiss on the corner of his lips as well as the upper cupid lip.

“Happy?” You ask him softly, your lips curling into a smile that mirrors his, and before he can speak, you let out a startled yelp when strong arms yank you to him as he pulls you by the waist. “Park Sunghoon!”

Sunghoon ignores your complaint as he buries his face into your stomach while he remains seated. Your heart flutters at the rarity of his clinginess, eliciting a soft sigh from you before you rake your fingers through his hair gently. Your action as well as your fresh yet natural scent are nearly lulling him to sleep, but he knows that he can’t be selfish like he was last night, and so with reluctance, he releases you.

“Don’t pout. It doesn’t suit you.” You remark with a cheeky grin on your face, leaning down to place a kiss on Sunghoon’s forehead before ambling towards the door. “You can use the shower. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.”

You don’t wait for their response, eager to concoct edible breakfast for them since you rarely make a mess in your kitchen and ready to put your cooking skills to good use. As soon as you reach the kitchen, you tie your slightly damp hair into a messy bun before proceeding to work, your hands and feet moving methodically with a studious mind.

Time passes by quickly as you get immersed in your element, and before you know it, you are nearly done with the last batch of french toast. The only thing that is left is the classic omelette. Unbeknownst to you, a certain someone follows the trail of delectable smell wafting in the air that eventually leads him into the kitchen, spotting your beautiful back facing him.

Your focal point distorted the moment strong arms slither around your waist with his chest pressing against your back. You try to feign indifference, but the closeness of your body contact with his and his warm breath hitting the shell of your earlobe affects you more than they should, rendering your brain to go short-circuited.

“Smells good, sweetheart,” Jake whispers in your ear, his lips ghosting on your earlobe before he nips at it playfully with his teeth, eliciting a soft gasp from you. “I don’t mind waking up to this view every day.”

You feel him pressing his lips on the side of your neck, but the kisses he litters on your skin feel rather ticklish. “Jaeyun, stop! That tickles!” You let out uncontrollable giggles as you squirm in his tight embrace, your focus on the task at hand fades in the back of your mind, but thankfully, you are only left to set up the table.

Jake continues to attack you relentlessly with his kisses on your neck, particularly enjoying the way you try to extricate yourself from him, but fails miserably as you fall weak with giggles leaving your lips, before he turns you around with his hands on your hips and kisses you on the lips, leaving you no chance to compose yourself.

Just as you melt against his lips, a stern voice cuts through the air, shattering the shared intimacy emanating from you and Jake. “Stop hogging her all to yourself,” Sunghoon easily pulls you away from Jake, while the latter surprisingly makes no objection, allowing his best friend to have a taste of you as well.

“Hoonie,” You utter his name sweetly as you greet him with a smile, leaning into him with his arms cocooned you. Sunghoon’s eyes are swimming with irrevocable affection, love, and maybe a hint of familiar darkness as he gazes into your eyes before he dips his head down to capture your lips in a sweet, toe-curling kiss that melts you the same like you did with Jake.

Upon hearing Jake’s cough from behind you, Sunghoon takes the cue to part from your lips and quickly throws Jake a daggering glare before his gaze softens as he looks at your dazed countenance. “We’ll help you to set up the table.” Sunghoon murmurs, his affection remains in the way he strokes your cheek.

You peck his cheek in gratitude before doing the same to Jake after seeing his pouty lips. Sunghoon has had to drag Jake by force, especially when the latter clings to you like a Koala. It isn’t long until the three of you have finally settled at the kitchen island with both men sitting across from you.

There are only brief words exchanged between the three of you, mainly complimenting your cooking that renders you bashful, but most of the time, you eat your breakfasts in comfortable silence.

By the time you insist on washing the dishes for them with your back facing them, the two men exchange glances with a shared understanding passing silently between them as they mirror each other’s stance, leaning their lower back against the kitchen island behind them before one of them shatters the tranquillity.

“So, we haven’t really talked about what happened last night since we got busy.” Though Jake’s tone carries a familiar mirth at the mention of last night’s recollection, you discern an undercurrent of austerity that has you tense up. You bite down your lip, feeling their gaze burn through you from behind. You were hoping that the topic would remain disregarded.

“Yeah, princess, and we’re not entirely certain if Heeseung and Jay would forget about your behaviour last night either,” Sunghoon says so sternly with his arms crossed over his chest as he watches you turning around slowly. When he examines your dreadful visage, his eyes soften, and he decides to display leniency in the way his tone carries. “Don’t be nervous. You know that we would never do anything to hurt you.”

You want to tell him that you already know that, given your newfound trust in them, which had been established after the reconciliation, but Jake steps forward, capturing your attention on him. “Just tell us why,” Jake demands, but his soft voice comes out like a plea that has your qualms allayed, as does the way his eyes look at you defeatedly. “Did we do something wrong?”

Although you still feel embarrassed to tell them the truth, you know that it will only cause a potential strain to your relationship with them if you avoid this confrontation any longer. You lower your gaze with diffidence cloaking you.

“It’s just that…over the previous weeks we’ve been spending time together, you all seemed to avoid having sex with me even after I gave you signs.” You finally divulge, albeit your voice sounding meek, and you fiddle with your fingers out of habit as you continue to express your concern. “At some point, it got me overthinking and wondering if I was no longer good enough for you to desire me like you did before.”

Jake’s instant warmth catches you off guard as he cups your cheeks, prompting you to meet his eyes that swirl with guilt. “I’m so sorry we made you feel that way, sweetheart,” Jake apologises with the utmost sincerity, his voice soft and affectionate. “We never intended to, and we never wanted you to feel like you’re not good enough for us.”

Sunghoon grabs your hand, drawing your attention to him. Your heart flutters at his gesture of kissing your palm before holding your hand tenderly. “We wanted to give you some distance and boundaries since we knew that being in a relationship with the four of us at once could be overwhelming for you.” His explanation is short, but enough for you to grasp it promptly in an understanding, and you feel touched by their consideration.

You open your mouth to speak, but Sunghoon cuts you off as he swiftly pulls you to him, his hands falling to your hips. Your breath hitches in your throat upon recognising the intensity of his dark gaze. “I know for a fact that it was hard to control myself around you when you always looked so─” He groans, letting his inhibition go and dipping his head down to kiss your throat as he presses his body against yours.

“So?” You giggle as he continues to tickle you with his lips on your neck before they journey to your ear, his teeth go nipping at your earlobe playfully.

“So fuckable every damn time.” His husky voice sends you the shivers, and his growing bulge feels prominent against your lower region, eliciting a soft gasp from you. Sunghoon presses one last kiss on your pulse just below your ear, his grip becoming possessive. “And so mine,”

Jake rolls his eyes at his best friend, already feeling the heat radiating from the latter before he easily snatches you away from him and places his hands on your waist, ensuring your attention on him instead. “You’re not mad at us anymore, right?”

“I wasn’t mad at you, not entirely.” You reassure him quickly, especially after seeing how he resembles a disheartened puppy. You cast them a sheepish smile. “Just a little frustrated and needy.”

“Don’t keep things from us anymore, princess,” Sunghoon tells you with the utmost seriousness with firm eyes, but his affection gesture in patting your head gently has your heart swelling. “You need to let us know about anything that makes you feel uncomfortable or frustrated.”

Jake nods his head in agreement. “Hoon’s right. We never want you to feel neglected by us, so please don’t hesitate to tell us anything, even if you want us to fuck you like we did last night." A mischievous smirk touches his lips, causing the temperature in your cheeks to rise. Jake kisses your forehead. “I love you, my sweet girl.”

“I love you too, Jaeyunie.” You reciprocate affectionately, your eyes swimming with love, before you look at Sunghoon with a soft smile on your lips. “Love you too, Hoonie.”

Sunghoon mirrors your smile before placing one last kiss on your cheek. “We’d love to stay a little longer, but Jake and I actually have emergencies at work to attend to,” He informs as he checks his phone, but sensing your disappointment, he looks back at you with a reassuring gaze. “If you’re bored, you can head over to our penthouse instead and make yourself at home.”

“Plus, I’m sure that Heeseung and Jay would be more than welcome to have you there,” Jake adds, but the thought of them only brings incertitude to dawn on you.

“I don’t know, Jae,” You utter unsurely, lowering your gaze. You can’t lie that you feel timorous at the thought of seeing them after last night, especially when you can recall the look in Heeseung’s eyes.

“You should have a talk with them, love, or else they’ll keep worrying about you,” Jake strongly encourages, and you know that you have no choice but to agree. His hand slides down to his pocket before taking out a white card and giving it to you. “Here’s my keycard.”

“I can drive you to our penthouse on my way to work if you want.” Sunghoon offers as soon as you accept the keycard from Jake.

“Thank you.” You give him a smile of gratitude, but your nerves remain jittered, and yet, deep down, you feel a keen sense of anticipation of what the remainder of the day awaits you.

The time strikes nearly noon by the time Sunghoon drops you off at the main lobby of the high-rise building. After much deliberation, you finally find yourself in the elevator as it ascends you to the highest level. Out of habit, you fiddle with the familiar ring that is hooked with a necklace, seeking some form of alleviation to distract you from the incessant jittery that seems to intensify as soon as you arrive at their unit.

Releasing a shaky breath, you step out of the elevator and dawdle in the direction of their unit, which is rather straightforward as you spot the door instantly ahead of you. Your hand clutching on the strap of your tote bag tightens as the distance between you and the door decreases.

You internally curse yourself at how your overthinking gets the best of you. This is stupid, getting all jittered because you provoked them on a whim last night, but the expression on both Heeseung and Jay’s countenance burnt in your memory, most specifically the look in Heeseung’s eyes that sent you waves of both familiarity and disquietude.

You can still vividly recall the emotions that you were able to decipher in those dark, mesmerising eyes of his ─ a disconcerting concoction of amusement, ire, and jealousy despite his impassive facade. Just the intensity of his gaze alone is enough to penetrate you chillingly in the bones.

Maybe Jay would show you leniency, but the air of uncertainty is potent at the thought of Heeseung showing the same leniency, especially after seeing and experiencing how proprietorial he could become as a specific recollection comes to mind ─ when Beomgyu merely protected you from getting hit by a volleyball on that peach party last year.

Sure, Heeseung has changed from the guy you first met in university to the man of your dreams, but a part of you is heedful to the fact that his possessive nature remains unchanged, and you worry it would get the best of him, recalling how he would remind you who you really belonged to, yet it felt undeniable good to be fucked by him when his possessive nature took control of every thread of rationality.

You squeeze your thighs together at the recollection as you present yourself before the imposing door, getting turned on at an inopportune time when your jitters presently remain unabating in you as your rationality recognises the gravity of last night’s temerity. Honestly, deep down, you know that you are the same sick and twisted as them.

You shake your head at yourself in disapproval and quickly dispel any indecorous thoughts before retrieving Jake’s keycard in your bag and tapping it on the smart lock attached to the door as it makes a beeping sound. Tucking your bottom between your teeth, you muster courage as you latch your hand on the lever handle before pushing it down to open and stepping past the threshold, hearing the door lock behind you.

The familiar view of the entry hallway that leads you to the main foyer greets you, and you hold your breath as you await Jay or Heeseung to walk past, but it never happens. You feel a tad relief before focusing on removing your shoes, but as you face downward, your heart nearly sinks upon seeing a pair of gorgeous red heels placed neatly on the shoe rack.

There is no way that they bought these heels for you because they know that you hate wearing heels unless there is a special occasion or formal event. You swallow down your spit harshly, refusing to make an assumption despite your suspicion, but the jealousy that coupled with hurt throbbing in your veins hinders you from thinking of anything other than the reason they have a lady over, which serves as revenge because of what happened at the club.

However, a vying thread of rationality weaves through your heart, momentarily quelling the fiery jealousy that feels borderline possessive. They would never do something deplorable, not when they have changed ever since they reunited with you, you know that much. Still, you want to know who they have invited over.

After you slip on the familiar fleecy house shoes that they specifically bought the pink ones for you, you proceed to venture further until you finally reach the main foyer. You place your tote bag on the rounded marble table that is situated at the centre before getting distracted by the beauty of this section of the penthouse.

You amble forward, your eyes surveying the interior. Though you have been here over the course of two weeks, the penthouse still amazes you every time. It is too bad that it’s only temporary residency, but then again, the beauty of the mansion that awaits them, including you, is unparalleled.

The corner of your lips tilts into a small smile, feeling giddy at the thought of spending forever with them, but you are immediately pulled out of your reverie at the sound of footsteps that reach your ears, prompting you to turn around.

Your heart does a little leap as soon as your gaze lands on Heeseung, and even from distances away, his presence alone is potent and exudes dominance even if he doesn’t utter a word. Though he is merely sporting a plain black sleeveless tee that complements his dark grey sweatpants, he manages to pull off a simple look that is highly appealing.

When your eyes immediately lock with his, you feel a spark of anticipation amidst the turmoil as you recognise the intensity in his dark gaze that is similar to the way he looked at you at the nightclub. With his hands tucked in his pockets, he ambles towards you, and yet his steps seem hauntingly deliberate, like a stealthy predator studying its prey, especially in the way his eyes penetrate every part of you that feels rather invasive.

As the distance between you and him decreases, heat courses through your body on instinct while your heartbeat goes erratic, and if you are being bluntly honest, you desire to pounce on him and get him to fuck you until your mind is filled with nothing except him and his cock. You berate yourself silently once more for these licentious thoughts, but you can’t really help it when the man you are lusting over is Lee Heeseung.

“Heeseung,” You finally greet him steadily, albeit your voice comes out meek. You can feel every bit of your resolve crumbling as his dark eyes penetrate into yours, and it is as though the emotions swimming in them are giving you a preview of what will escalate next.

In return, you receive silence from him, but his eyes never leave yours. Instead of awkwardness, you feel tension brewing in the air that renders you electrified yet uncertain, especially when his next moves have always been unpredictable.

“I hope you don’t mind me coming over without informing you.” You know that neither ever mind your unannounced arrival, but you decide to ramble anyway in an attempt to ease the tension that feels familiarly oppressive. “Jake gave me his keycard. They told me that I could make myself at home here if I ever got bored.”

This time, his lips unfurl a soft yet lethal smirk, appreciating the fact that he still has the effect on you and clearly enjoying the way you seem edgy as he tantalises you unrelentingly. You slowly back away from him, oblivious to the object behind you that will hinder you from possibly evading him. You can’t hold back anymore, displaying your disquietude. “Heeseung─”

Your breath hitches in your throat as he closes the gap with one long stride, and at the same time you hit the edge of the marbled table behind you. The close proximity between you and him intensifies the cocktail of emotions moving erratically within you. His cologne, his imposing presence, and just everything about him feel dangerously potent.

With his eyes pinning yours firmly, you don’t dare to look away from him, having a keen sense that he would be displeased if you did. You can hear your pulse drumming loudly in your ears as his hand ascends to cradle your cheek, causing you to feel tense as you feel the danger under the heat of his touch, but when his eyes soften, you relax a hair and lean into his touch, oblivious to the devilry swirls obscurely behind his soften gaze.

“Are you feeling fine now?” Heeseung asks, his tone sounding deceptively mellow, and yet you fail to heed, only focusing on the way he is being tender and affectionate in the way he holds you.

“I’m fine,” You affirm, though you feel confused by his question, and since you’re not really good at masking your emotions, your eyes display curious confusion, eliciting a smirk from him while you instantly feel the chills of prudence. “Why did you ask me that?”

“Because I’m sure Jake and Sunghoon didn’t go easy on you last night,” Heeseung drawls, and you sense the danger beneath the heat of his touch while familiar devilry remains curving at the corner of his lips. “If they didn’t, then I’d be happy to be the one to do so, especially after the cute stunt you pulled at the club with your friend.”

You don’t respond, faltering as he drags his thumb tantalisingly down your jawline until he grabs your chin assertively and tilts your head to lock eye contact with him.

Your heart pounds harder against your chest as you see the predatory glint in his eyes while his thumb gets busy placing on your luscious lower lip and pulling it down — an intimate gesture that has your eyelids go hooded and your core is ignited with heat.

Heeseung holds back a groan, restraining himself further from showing you that he is not always a man of clemency, but you look so utterly fuckable right now to the point where you’d look even better ruined by him ─ unadulterated lust swimming in those pretty hooded eyes of yours, your luscious lips begging to be bruised by his kisses, the entirety of you being docile. He wants nothing more than to make love with you until the next sun has risen, despite the fact that he is still pissed off about last night.

You can’t lie amidst the turmoil and fear towards the man standing before you; you desire him to reclaim you like he did, to fuck you until you are reduced to nothing but fucked dumb by his cock that you know will hit the right spot constantly. You can see it in his eyes ─ his inner demons are close to breaking free from the shackles to devour you all-consumingly without any inhibition.

“Are you mad at me about last night, Seungie?” You ask softly, mustering the courage to become audacious, as you know that it is what is needed for the last thread of his restraint to snap. Adding fuel to fire, you lick the tip of his thumb that remains on your lower lip before biting his thumb sensually with facetious mischief curving at your lips as you see the way his eyes darken dangerously.

Like a killswitch, Heeseung’s mind is altered in a way that is now devoid of rationality and generosity, but he allows your mischief to prolong as you bite and lick his thumb, your eyes displaying a hint of defiance and provocation before he finally retaliates.

Your confidence falters upon seeing the dark, predacious intent on his visage, causing your breath to hitch. “What do you think, pretty girl?” His voice sounds gruffly callous, laced with venom while he presses his thumb down on your tongue, and yet you feel aroused more than you should feel fearful of him.

Heeseung removes his thumb from your mouth, giving you no opportunity to utter any sound as he crashes his lips into yours with an intensity that is unlike anything he has ever kissed you, while the impact ruptures your stability, sending you colliding with the table behind you, but your hands haphazardly finding their way to hold onto him.

There is an unmistakable ferocity in the way he is kissing you, his lips moving against yours urgently with fierce hunger, as though he is anchoring himself to this moment, to you. You try to keep up with him, but even his lips manage to reign dominance over you, and you melt against him, having fallen weak. Without breaking the heated lip lock, Heeseung grabs you by the waist and lifts you with ease, settling you on the marbled table and standing in between your legs.

You whimper against his unforgiving lips, feeling every ounce of his pent-up emotions pouring into the kiss that threatens to consume you. His vice-like grip on your waist feels minacious, almost as if he is daring you to try and evade him, but you have no plans involving separating yourself from him, not when your depravity has longed for this, for Heeseung to intoxicate you like he used to back in Seoul.

Even your beating heart misses the old Lee Heeseung, the man whom you knew was without any clemency in his dark, twisted soul and your white devil’s knight. Right now, you can feel the old him just by his addictive taste on your lips.

You gasp softly for air as soon as his lips part from yours, only to feel the instant pleasurable sensation when they attach to your skin as he trails a scorching path on your neck. You pant lightly with need as he pulls you towards him by your thighs roughly, causing your core to bump into his that feels distinctly bulging.

“Hee,” You whine needily, letting the last thread of your inhibitions go as you begin to move your hips sensually. His grip on your thighs tightens as you grind against him, feeling his cock beneath the confines sensitive just by the mere contact. He continues to assault your neck ─ kissing, licking, and biting down your skin to leave his mark, to leave a constant reminder that you belong to him.

You arch into him at the pleasurable sensation of his teeth bruising the sensitive spot of your neck that mingles with pain while your soft moans spur him further. He finishes off his masterpiece with a lick on your fresh hickey before he trails his hungry kisses up your jawline to your lips.

Instead of kissing you like you expected, his lips brush against yours tantalisingly, eliciting a whine from you as you cease grinding shamelessly against him, your fingers fisting the material of his shirt impatiently. Cruelty plays on the curve of his lips as he recognises the utter desperation and lust potent in your eyes.

“Pretty girl, you shouldn’t have danced with your friend last night, let alone to let him touch you the way he shouldn’t.” His tone drips with familiar condescension as he grips your thighs again before pressing his bulge into your core that is throbbing with incessant need.

“Seungie, please,” You plead in a whimper, trying to chase for his lips and bucking your hips, but his vice-like grip on your thighs prevents you from reattaining what your aching clit needs while he simply disregards your request. You feel the loss of his hand on your thigh, only to feel taken aback when his fingers curl around your neck, loose enough to allow oxygen to pass through but firm enough to assert his dominance over you.

“You shouldn’t even have pissed me off in the first place, pretty girl,” Heeseung nearly growls out before he reclaims your lips in an all-encompassing kiss that overwhelms your every sense while he remains in control with his grip on your neck.

You mewl into the kiss, feeling your brain going into overdrive, but you never want this moment to end, even if it feels punishing. His teeth sink into your lower lip, sending you a prickling sensation at the impact of his bite, but your eyes roll to the back in pleasure as he tugs and sucks your lower lip before he thrusts his tongue into your hot cavern, licking every inch.

You feel his grip on your neck loosen as your tongues dance heatedly against one another, eliciting breathy moans from you at the pleasurable sensation of how wet and sloppy the kiss is escalating. His hands drop to your underthighs, to which you take it as a silent command to wrap your legs around his waist with your arms locked around his neck before he proceeds to carry you with ease.

Heeseung breaks the kiss to manoeuvre you towards one of the living rooms, further away from where you were originally. You get busy with trailing your lips down his neck, kissing and nipping his skin that elicits a low guttural groan from him, teasing him as you know he is sensitive, especially at where his Adam’s apple is.

“Fuck, if you keep doing that─” He grits his teeth as soon as you nip on his Adam’s apple before licking it and attempting to edge him, and it works when his fingers dig deep into the plushness of your underthighs. “Don’t fucking tease me.”

With a growl so deep emanating from him that resonates down your essence, you barely have time to process the beast you just triggered when Heeseung tosses you onto the modular sofa without any consideration of gentleness, but you are quick to recover, turning around to face him before attempting to back away from him.

“Where are you trying to escape, pretty girl?” Heeseung growls out again, his eyes darkening with primal lust and giving zero fucks about being tender since this is clearly what you wanted. He can see it in your eyes ─ you want this, and you want him to obliterate your every sense as he fucks you senselessly, but he is not going to give you what you want just yet.

“I wasn’t trying to─” You gasp softly as he grabs you by the ankle and pulls you towards him, your skirt bunching up to your hips. You feign defiance, attempting to close your legs, but a yelp leaves your lips when he deftly removes your underwear that is slightly damp with your slick arousal.

“Pissing me off last night was one thing.” He snarls coldly as he forcefully spreads your legs open, presenting him with your bare cunt that glistens with your arousal. Though you are not fighting him, he presses down his palms on your inner thighs firmly. “Doing it on purpose was another. You really love pushing our buttons, don’t you?”

You barely have time to enunciate your words when Heeseung dives into you, his tongue dancing across your slick folds before wrapping his lips around your sensitive nub and licking it. The sensation of his tongue flicking and swirling your clit sends shockwaves of pleasure rippling through you, causing you to arch your back off the sofa beneath you.

“Seungie,” Your soft moans that sound melodious in his ears spur him on, prompting him to release your wet nub that is lathered by his saliva with a faint pop, and his tongue journeys down your sensitive flesh before delving into your sopping cunt with stringent purpose.

You can feel the intensity amplify as he continues to fuck you with his skilled tongue like a hungry caveman, almost as though he had been dying to get a taste of you, but this time, each stroke and thrust feel punishing enough to send you hurtling to the edge of ecstasy quicker than you like.

“Don’t stop, please,” Your voice thickens with desire as you buck your hips up to feel his tongue deeper than it already is, but he presses your thighs down, depriving you of moving and forcing you to take everything he gives. You struggle in his vice-like grip, shuddering at the palpable intensity. “Seungie, I’m gonna cum.”

As soon as those words leave your mouth, his movement becomes fervent to the point where you can hear the obscene wetness as he laps your quivering cunt. Your moans go a higher pitch when he rubs your clit with his thumb, amplifying your pleasure that reaches to a crescendo.

With his tongue and thumb working in an efficient tandem that sends your head delirious, your orgasm is teetering at the precipice while tension coils tighter within you. Before you know it, you come undone violently with your palm muffling your moans and your eyes rolling to the back at divine sensation.

But Heeseung doesn’t stop there even after you come ─ his thumb relentlessly rubbing your sensitive clit that has your body convulsing while his tongue greedily laps your sticky essence. You writhe in his lethal hold as the sensitivity is overwhelming, and yet, your clit throbs familiarly again as his thumb works its magic again.

It looks like Heeseung is not stopping anytime soon, and it baffles you that he seems rather content burying his face into your mound without having to take a breather. It’s like he would rather be suffocated by your pussy happily, considering how vigorous he is being.

“Hee! No more!” You plead out in a weak cry, your body squirming and trying to evade him, but he only tightens his grip on your thighs and spreads your legs even wider before latching his lips on your clit. “It’s too much!”

When you lift your head to look at him, your heart pounds harder against your chest as his dark eyes bore into yours intensely with a familiar wickedness. You try to move again, but your defiance earns you a smack on your thigh with a startled gasp leaving your lips. Yet the stinging pain is coupled with the pleasure that coils in your tummy.

Releasing your clit with a wet ‘pop’, Heeseung smacks it, eliciting a whimper from you before he does it again while the action amplifies the pleasurable sensation as he proceeds to rub your nearly-swollen clit with an unsparing vehemence that aligns with the smirk playing on his lips.

“No more? Too much for my pretty girl?” He sneers as he mocks your pleas, his tone dripping with degradation that sends you waves of intoxication. “You don’t seem to understand, my love. You’re going to take whatever I give you and take it like the good girl you were. It’s what you deserve after pissing me off last night.”

Without letting up his ministration on your clit, he hovers over your pliant figure and takes you by surprise when his fingers go curling around your neck, forcing you to look into his dark eyes that swirl with lust and sadistic delight. “Come on, pretty. I know you still have it in you. Don’t disappoint your Seungie now, yeah?”

Your heart skips a beat as you stare at him in genuine shock, because right now, the Heeseung above you is the Heeseung back in Seoul. It’s what you wanted, after all, because deep down inside of you, you’re just as twisted as him when the corner of your lips twitch into a faint smirk, having been successful at awakening the demon that lay dormant within him.

But you falter when you choke out a moan as he plunges three fingers into your wet cunt without warning, delving rhythmically yet unyieldingly strong that has you seeing stars in your vision, almost as if he is forcing out something even greater than your previous orgasm.

You are reduced to nothing but mewls and moans that you attempt to keep at a minimum, your head lacking any coherency due to the building pleasure coiling tighter and tighter within you for the second time. Your hips move in tandem with his ruthless fingers, but it isn’t enough, and so you take him by surprise as you wrap your legs around his waist.

Heeseung pays no mind to that, not when he is entirely mesmerised by the pure ecstasy contorting in your face while neglecting his cock that is begging to be inside of you. He wonders why the fuck did he even refrain himself from going beyond intimacy with you, especially when you look beautiful just being nearly fucked out by his fingers.

“Oh god,” You gasp as he curls the tips of his fingers, hitting your g-spot relentlessly while you cry out in a frenzied pleasure with your hips bucking wildly. as your cunt is being battered just by his skilled fingers alone. The intensity amplifies as he rubs your clit stringently with the padding of his palm, hurtling you to the edge. “Fuck! Seungie! I’m so close─”

“Let it go for me, now,” On his command, you explode, your release coming out in gushes of clear fluids from your battered cunt with your body convulsing as intense waves of pleasure wash over you like a torrential rainstorm, rendering you putty in his hands.

Even as your release prolongs, his fingers continue to pump into your cunt, helping you to ride out your orgasm while a whimper leaves your lips at the sensitivity with your legs quivering. He withdraws his fingers just as you finally come down from your high and removes his grip on your neck.

Seeing as you are still recovering with your eyelids going slightly droopy, Heeseung holds back an amused smile and proceeds to grab some tissues on the coffee table behind him before wiping your slick release on your mound and thighs. You can barely feel him assisting in putting your underwear back on as your legs feel entirely numb from the exertion.

You lazily turn your head to look at Heeseung as he hovers above you again, and this time, the dark intensity in his eyes is replaced by familiar tenderness. “Wrap your legs and arms around me, sweetheart,” He murmurs, and you whine in response as you feel entirely languid to even lift a limb, but he is not having any of that. “I know you can do it, pretty girl.”

You know that you can’t go against his command that is uttered softly with a tinge of firmness, and so you wrap your arms around his neck while forcing your legs to do the same around his waist slowly, but thankfully, he provides assistance with his hands gripping your legs.

Once you latch yourself on him, Heeseung embraces you with his dependable arms before lifting you up and carrying you elsewhere. Your cheeks flush in embarrassment as you spot your own fluids all over the floor while there is a wet spot on the couch where you were earlier.

Wordlessly, Heeseung brings you to their mini kitchen bar and places you on the kitchen island. You watch him with curious eyes as he grabs a small towel and a bottle of mineral water from the fridge before he returns to you, his face remaining impassive.

“Drink. You need it,” He says as he gives you the bottle. You utter a faint gratitude to him before unscrewing the cap and drinking the cold water that you never knew you needed to quench your thirst. All the while, your eyes remain on him, watching as he wipes the spots he missed on your skin while holding your leg firmly yet tenderly.

Your heart flutters just by his every gesture, and when his eyes flicker to yours, the flutters in your tummy intensify as the connection between your mere eye contact with him deepens. He looks away briefly to focus on the task at hand before placing the towel on the countertop next to you.

You bite down your lip, contemplating breaking the palpable tension in the air. “Hee, are you still mad at me?” You ask tentatively, your voice coming out meeker than you intended. He doesn’t respond, and instead, he traps you with his palms on the surface next to your sides while his stern eyes lock you in place. You try to melt his resolve with your doe eyes and your lips jutting into a pout. “Heeseung.”

Still, no response, and so you resort to the last option as you place your hands on the sides of his neck before leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on his lips. You can feel him melting against you before he finally caves in, kissing you back with a deepened passion that has your toes curling.

“I love you.” You manage to murmur against his lips in between kisses, your heart pounding against your chest as his arms slither around your waist to pull you closer to him, craving the intimacy that he never knew he needed.

Heeseung hums in response while the vibration from his lips tingles on yours. Though there are no words exchanged, the way his lips move against yours as he kisses you with a different passion than the previous speaks volume, and it feels like he never wants to let go of you anytime sooner.

But then, a matter surfaces in your mind that had been neglected due to your incessant need for him, causing you to part from the lip-lock ─ the red heels you saw earlier.

Heeseung feels how your body begins to go taut with tension, but is oblivious to the reason why as he continues to journey his kisses to your cheeks down to your neck, not having enough of you. On the other hand, you are torn between feeling unfazed by his lips and getting suspicious of what you had seen earlier.

“Heeseung, wait,” You gasp as soon as he nips at your skin, prompting you to grip his broad shoulders in an attempt to show him that you mean serious business. “Do you have a girl over?”

The question dispels the air of intimacy that wraps around the two of you while he tenses up at the question before slowly pulling away from your neck, only for his heart to sink at the glinting hurt and disappointment in your eyes despite your collected demeanour.

“I saw a pair of red heels earlier.” You utter quietly, your insecurities crawling their way to poison your mind, but you maintain firm eye contact with him. “Heeseung, if there is something that you’re keeping from me─”

“It’s not what you think, my love.” Heeseung cuts you off gently as he cups your cheeks, in contrast to the way his mind is wrecked with panic chaos that you would think so lowly of him. He can see a glint of mistrust in your pretty eyes despite leaning into his touch, eliciting a resigned sigh from him. He grabs your hand and tugs you with him. “Come on, I’ll show you.”

Once you hop off the kitchen island, Heeseung gently pulls you with him as he guides you to another place somewhere in this broad penthouse. On your way, you manage to spot the time on the digital clock that hangs on the wall, and your brain does a quick calculation of how long Heeseung had kept you occupied. Your cheeks go warm at the dawning conclusion as soon as you finish calculating the approximate time ─ he managed to bring out two orgasms out of you in a span of seven minutes.

It isn’t long until you hear a feminine voice that mingles with Jay’s as Heeseung brings you towards the familiar dining room that is adjacent to where the entrance to the rooftop garden is.

Your eyes immediately settle on Jay and the brunette seated across from him, and even from a distance away, you can discern her strong aura and confidence in the way she presents herself. You can’t deny the fact that she is gorgeous, and in the way she dresses, there is no doubt that she is a businesswoman.

Oh, you got worried and nearly upset over nothing.

Whoever she is, it is obvious that she is a client while there are several documents on the table, but still, it doesn’t look like they are discussing business-related matters when she is giggling at whatever Jay said. Your eyes narrow at the flirtatious curve on her lips. Since Jay’s back is facing you, it’s hard to read his expression, but Heeseung can easily recognise the way his best friend’s body language seems taut with tension that derives from his frustration towards his client.

Heeseung takes a quick glance at you, noticing the dissatisfaction written across your countenance, and he squeezes your hand gently to ease you, but it does nothing to dispel the growing jealousy in you as your eyes glare at the woman's hand touching Jay's rather comfortably. He presses his lips thinly as his attempt is rendered futile before clearing his throat to announce their presence amidst the brewing tension.

Jay turns around and immediately locks eyes with you, disregarding his client, who remains vying for his attention despite being aware of the other two's presence in the vicinity. He abandons his seat and heads over to you, his face unreadable, but as you examine him closely, he looks worried as he should be.

“Baby, what are you doing here?” Jay asks softly, his eyes and his body language in the way he approaches you are both measured and cautious, as he is not oblivious to the tension mounting in the present.

You refuse to be the jealous, possessive girlfriend who is entirely bothered that a gorgeous lady is within your boyfriend’s radius, but it can’t be helped when your insecurities begin to influence your rationality.

“So I can’t pay you a visit now because you have a guest over?” You snap at him against your better judgement as you feel offended by his harmless question. You ignore the way Heeseung’s grip tightens around your hand, a silent conveyor of warning from him.

Jay stops in his tracks as soon as he recognises the hostility exuding from you, rendering him frustrated because not only did his client piss him off but he never wants you to misunderstand the situation. “That’s not what I─” He pauses as you scoff out in disbelief, knowing that it is useless to reason with you when you’re evidently upset.

Jay meets Heeseung’s eyes briefly, receiving the latter’s message not to make things potentially worse before he looks away with his jaw clenched and eventually releases a sigh as he turns his body sideways where his client can see you.

“This is my client, Sienna,” Jay informs you, albeit there is a certain edge in his tone that aligns with the tension between you and him. He merely casts a glance at his client. “Sienna, this is Y/N. She’s someone important to me.”

A big mistake on his part when he should have introduced you as his girlfriend. Your ire becomes tenfold as you release another scoff that reaches his ears, prompting him to look at you again, and this time, his strong gaze levels to yours, almost as if he is trying to tame your tempestuous emotions within you.

Sienna’s sharp eyes burn through you, pulling your attention away from Jay. Her eyes scan you from head to toe, and the subtle disgust in her countenance does not go unnoticed by you, but when she meets your eyes, a smile graces her scarlet lips, albeit a tight one that signifies insincerity.

But she merely acknowledges you with a head nod before shifting her attention to Jay, looking entirely engrossed by him, and it is sickening to you. “Anyway, as I was saying, I’ve never met a good businessman like you before, Jay.” Her tone sounds sultry, clearly crossing beyond professionalism, especially in the way she leers at him. “You just single-handedly raised my standards.”

It genuinely peeves you that she merely disregards your existence and is practically shooting heart eyes at Jay, and your dampened mood turns sour when Jay seems to reciprocate with a smirk on his handsome face. “You really are a flatterer,” He tells her, but you overlook the coldness on his lips and his dark, flinty eyes, completely unaware of his next step.

Sienna, oblivious to heed Jay’s looming cruelty and the tension that reaches its peak, beams gingerly with a smile. “How about we take a break? I bought us a fine wine.” She grabs the bottle of wine that has been displayed on the table at the side before looking over to Heeseung with sultry eyes as she bites down her lips. “Heeseung can join us as well.”

So she knows Heeseung’s name as well? Your nose flares slightly in anger, unable to tame your aggravating emotions within you, most especially the fact that you feel possessive over your men, and it is maddening.

“Please excuse me while I head upstairs to rest.” You announce with an unconcealing indignation as you yank your hand from Heeseung’s. You don’t bother to look at their faces, knowing that Sienna is probably smug.

“Y/N─” You ignore Heeseung’s calling and hastily walk away from him before he can even hold you back. First things first, you need to retrieve your bag at the main foyer.

“I wonder what’s her problem,” Sienna remarks, feigning genuine concern as her eyes move from your distant figure to the two men, only to be taken aback by the shift in the air with an unpleasant palpable tension.

“You can drop the act, Sienna.” Jay drops all pretences, revealing his true, unfiltered callous nature that he displays to others who are not his loved ones. There are no traces of the previous cordiality on his austere countenance. “Not only did you disrespect me with that cheap wine, but you also disrespected my woman.”

Sienna instantly falters, her sheer confidence dissipating into thin air. “W-What?” Her voice trembles the same way she wants to instinctively cower from them as she discerns the palpable menace exuding from the two men.

Jay remains indifferent as he takes slow, deliberate steps towards the table with his hand tucked in his pocket. “I’m going to have to reject your proposal.”

“Wait! You can’t just reject my proposal!” Sienna abruptly rises from her seat while the fear is eclipsed by indignation as clear in her glaring eyes. “Do you even know who I am?!”

“I don’t give a fuck who you are, but the moment you disrespected my woman, I saw no value in everything about you and your business.” Jay snarls coldly, his potent wrath towards her, who had upset his woman, fuses with the tension in the air.

“You can’t do this!” Sienna exclaims exasperatedly, reeking of desperation that has Heeseung grimacing while he watches them with calculated eyes.

“Oh, but I can,” Jay counters snidely with an overpowering confidence, knowing that his influence over business transactions that concern his company is unparalleled. “Besides, you hardly brought anything relevant to the table other than eye-fucking my best friend and blatantly flirting with your potential client.” Heeseung lets out a desirive chuckle at his best friend’s comment.

“This is ridiculous!" You even reciprocated!” Sienna begins to be vehemently defensive as she accuses Jay, but tears of embarrassment fill her waterline.

“Reciprocated? I was only tolerating you to see how far you would go,” Jay smirks cruelly, revelling in the way he is crushing her self-esteem. Besides, it’s what she gets for blatantly disrespecting you. “And when you brought out the wine, which my past clients have never done since it obviously crossed a professional setting at least in my book, I knew that your purpose here wasn’t any business related.”

She opens her mouth to retort, but Jay cuts her off sharply. “Before you threaten me, let’s not forget that I can easily do some damage to your company’s reputation with a snap of my fingers.”

Sienna knows that she is powerless against Jay, and it is not only his assertion that affects her withering confidence, but the fact that she is heedful enough to be conscious of the danger surrounding the two men. Immediately, she goes to pack her stuff, her hands trembling as she does so due to their eyes burning menacingly straight into her.

She doesn’t spare any second to make her leave, but just as she intends to walk past Heeseung, the guy blocks her way, eliciting a startled yet fearful gasp from her. “The next time I see you again and you have the audacity to disrespect Y/N, you’ll have me to deal with.” Heeseung sounds eerily calm with a collected demeanour, but it intensifies her fear as she notices the cruelty in those eyes of his. “Now get out of here, and don’t you ever let me see you again."

Sienna nods her head before walking around Heeseung and practically bolting her way out. Once she is out of sight, Jay heaves a sigh, frustrated at the situation, and it is even worse when his pent-up emotions from last night have yet to be dealt with.

“Do you want to check on her or should I do it?” Heeseung breaks the silence, his voice neutral, but his attentive eyes notice the sheer distress on Jay’s face.

“You’ll do it instead. She probably doesn’t want to see my face,” Jay tells him sullenly as he runs his fingers through his now-tousled hair.

Heeseung presses his lips thinly, disapproving Jay’s lack of initiative even though he should be selfishly happy that your ire is directed more towards the latter. “You should clear the misunderstanding soon. You do know that Y/N is the type to overthink about this.” His tone holds a knowingness while Jay tenses up at his reminder, but Heeseung doesn’t wait for whatever reason Jay decides to give as he proceeds to find you.

On the other hand, you have sought comfort in Jake’s room, busily changing into his clothes that fit you loosely yet just nicely. Of course, you have no idea what has happened, and you refuse to think further before you finally resort to burrowing yourself in Jake’s bedsheet that smells like him.

Instantly, your frayed nerves mollify as you smother your face in his pillow, his scent providing you the comfort you needed. Then comes the sheer exhaustion, and maybe it’s from last night’s activity that finally dawns on you as your eyelids grow heavier with each passing second. Plus, Heeseung did give you two quickest yet impactful orgasms earlier.

Just as your consciousness begins to fade, your heart rate quickens when the door slowly opens, prompting you to face the other way and refusing to deal with any of them.

“Beloved?” Heeseung’s gentle voice breaks through you, and it takes every strength to restrain yourself from caving into your yearning to seek comfort in his arms. Your body tenses up as you feel the bed dip from behind.

“Are you asleep?” He asks in a murmur as he finally scoots closer to your frail form. Hearing no response from you, he sighs softly but remains in his spot.

You expect him to give up and leave you alone to dwell, but your heart pounds harder against your chest as he wraps his arm around your waist, his hand moving beneath Jake’s hoodie that you adorned and caressing your tummy in a soothing motion.

“Don’t be too upset, sweetheart.” Heeseung speaks softly to you as he hugs you from behind with your back pressing against his chest. “You know that you’re the only woman we’re in love with.”

It is inevitable to resist him as you find yourself melting in his warm embrace that cocoons you. You allow your tensed body to relax and snuggle into him like a kitten. Your heart flutters as he gives you a tender kiss on your neck before burying his face in your nape while his arm tightens protectively around you.

The silence grows comfortable, and soon enough, your consciousness begins to wane with Heeseung hugging and lulling you to sleep.

You never knew that a nap was essential until the moment you are roused awake by the stark absence of Heeseung’s warmth that cocooned you earlier. Still, you find it taxing to even lift a limb as you remain anchored to Jake’s bed, but your hand eventually reaches out for your phone on the nightstand to check the time.

Your eyes widen instantly as they glue to your lock screen, in complete disbelief that this is by far the longest nap you have ever taken, but then again, the four-hour nap was very much needed as it seems to have invigorated you, both inside and out. In fact, the unpleasant encounter with Jay’s client seems laughable to you now.

Your stomach begins to grumble out of hunger, and so you begrudgingly abandon the bed to head to the bathroom and wash your face. Since Jake and Sunghoon did tell you to make yourself at home, you will rummage through their fridge and cupboards for ingredients to cook something edible.

On your way to the main kitchen, you busily clip up your hair, your face devoid of emotions as nothing is disrupting your inner peace other than the anticipation of appeasing your hunger. But a delectable smell wafting in the air soon infiltrates your senses, prompting you to slow down the pace as you nearly arrive at your intended destination.

You stop dead in your tracks as soon as your eyes settle on Jay’s form while he seems to be engrossed in whatever he’s doing. Alas, your mood sours. You had been hoping to avoid him in the meantime, while as for Heeseung, you feel the strings of hesitation pulling you away to put your distance from him too until you are ready with your emotions rallied and resolve aligned with rationality.

Since you’re obviously unprepared and hungry, you know you can’t afford to tuck yourself away in Jake’s room again, and so you decide to avoid eye contact and be nonverbal towards him at all costs. You pull up the hood in an attempt for coverage before you take a step forward.

Jay’s senses never fail to amaze you, because the second you stand by the entrance of the kitchen, he turns around and locks eyes with you before you quickly break eye contact first, unable to endure the intensity in his strong gaze.

“Took you long enough to wake up.” You can discern the amusement lacing his tone. “You must be hungry.” He states, knowing his sweet baby angel would always search for food after a good nap.

You find yourself nodding your head in agreement as you subconsciously fiddle with the sleeves of Jake’s sweater. Your eyes look everywhere except him until they land on the dishes prepared on the kitchen island, and they look appealing enough for your stomach to growl out of hunger again, but this time, it’s louder than the previous.

You accidentally meet Jay’s eyes, and the smirk playing on his lips tells you that he heard your stomach’s growling hunger, causing you to feel embarrassed with your cheeks flushed. “I’ve already prepared these for you. Go on and eat up,” He instructs you gently, and you wordlessly advance forward to get to the kitchen island before sitting on the high stool.

You begin to eat in silence, nearly moaning out at the first taste and tearing up as the dish reminds you of your mother’s recipe back at home. You are so engrossed in filling up your stomach that you even forget Jay’s presence lingering behind you. Meanwhile, Jay is ruminating on how to break the palpable tension that derives from your cold detachment.

The sound of the stool being dragged pulls him out of his rumination, prompting him to look over at you as you place the empty plates in the sink and proceed to wash them while he feels a sense of satisfaction that you must’ve found his cooking delicious to the point where the plates are spotless.

But the persisting silence is killing him on the inside. Jay moves closer to you, and he can see the way your shoulders tense up. “Just leave those in the sink. I’ll wash them for you.” He insists, offering his help to you in an attempt to coax your cold shoulder towards him.

You shake your head in objection, giving him a brief, tight smile while your movements become prompt as you wash the plates. “It’s fine. This is the least I could do after you cooked for me.”

Seeing how unyieldingly determined you are, Jay concedes, watching you with attentive eyes that renders you uncomfortable. As soon as you finish, you hear him sighing softly before he breaks the icy silence. “Baby, we should talk─”

“I’m going for a swim later.” You cut him off, wanting to avoid having a serious talk about what happened. You look him dead in the eyes, and he is taken aback by the cold detachment in your pretty eyes. “I can do that, right?”

Though Jay feels upset, he can’t deny the brewing anger coursing through his veins at your attitude and how truly obstinate you are, but he is determined to break down those walls. “Of course.” He says with his jaw clenched while his tone lacks gentleness and affection.

You almost feel incapable of moving away from him due to the way his strong gaze grounds you while there is a newfound rising tension that makes your breath hitch in your throat. Though his demeanour seems collected, his dark eyes and ambience differ so much that even your instinct is urging you to elude him.

Right now, Jay looks and reminds you of Heeseung ─ demeanour eerily collected with ferocious storms raging behind those beautiful dark eyes. This time, you know that Jay’s patience has reached its limit.

“Thanks again for the food, anyway.” You manage to utter your gratitude to him in a ramble with your gaze lowered before forcing your feet to move along in haste while chills run down your whole being at the sensation of his piercing gaze through you, even after you are out of his sight.

You understood the emotions in his eyes conveyed, and you know that he will eventually get what he wants from you, one or another, even if you continue to defy him. As soon as you reach Jake’s room, you immediately lock the door, wanting to be extra cautious, considering that you are in a territory with two unpredictable predators roaming around.

You begin to strip down bare and change into your scarlet bikini that was gifted by Jennifer months ago. Despite the inner turmoil churning within you, you refuse to let it prevent you from heaving over to the pool in the hopes of releasing whatever pent-up emotions are in you. Plus, you need to have some alone time to mediate and regulate your emotions.

With the black bathrobe tightened around your waist, you proceed to venture your way to the pool while being vigilant to your surroundings, obviously looking out for Jay and Heeseung even though you’re okay-ish with the later, but much to your surprise, there is no sight of either of them ─ just eerie silence that causes goosebumps to arise on your skin.

As you finally arrive at the pool, you untie your bathrobe before removing and draping it over one of the sun loungers. You decide to test the temperature as you move closer and stop by the edge of the pool before slowly dipping your foot into the pool. Thankfully, it is adequate, and you waste no time submerging your legs into the water, followed by your upper body.

Since your skills at swimming are entirely rusty, you simply move and float around mindlessly, enjoying your needed meditation and watching the way the water ripples around you in motion as you attempt at swimming. You seek solace in your own company as well as entertaining yourself.

You don’t know how long since the moment you stepped into the pool, but long enough to barely even notice an approaching figure until the sound of his footsteps reach your ears, pulling you out of your reverie as you immediately compose yourself before turning around to face him. You gulp hard at the sight. Fuck me.

Jay searches for your eyes as he gets closer to the pool, but you are too distracted, blatantly checking him out and nearly salivating, most especially at the display of his beautiful full arm tattoo. He is sporting a black compressed sleeveless shirt that makes his upper body muscles conspicuous in your eyes, but you know that he would look better without it.

As though Jay read your mind, he pulls up his shirt and removes it in one swift motion, his muscles flexing in the process that has your breath hitches in your throat. Your eyes feast on his fine glory appreciatively, desiring to trail your fingers through the slight ridges of his toned abs before you go lower and fuck; his V-line always does something to you. You can see that he is packing beneath the confines of his black shorts, and his bulge looks more noticeable now.

You look at his face, and it is obvious that he has been checking you out too, as you are seated on the pool ledge that allows your upper body to be seen. You know that the way his eyes linger on your bikini has to do with the colour being his favourite, drawing a faint smirk on your lips.

When his steely eyes finally meet yours, you falter instantly, as they are so piercing enough to burn into your memory. His eyes darken with carnal desire and menacing lust that conveys promises, but the unmistakable ire that stems from your recent temperament towards him is present, creating an intoxicating concoction that leaves you apprehensive and entirely aroused.

Still, you refuse to let him know that he turns you on more than anything, and not even his beautiful, smooth tan skin and muscles could sway you from your obstinate resolve. You turn away from him and rise from the pool ledge, walking deeper into the pool and not forgetting to add a sensual touch in the way you move your hips.

Jay’s eyes never leave from you, his jaw clenched and body taut with tension as he recognises that you’re intentionally tormenting him. It isn’t even helping that his cock beneath the confines is getting painfully harder than moments before this. His hands are itching to touch your skin and to dance on your alluring curves.

But then, the distance you continue to establish as you get further into the pool pulls the trigger off in his head, and with vehemence, he desires to deal with your wilful temperament the way he used to, letting go the last of his restraint and patience. Plus, the way you gaze at him briefly yet so coyly, he knows that you are asking for it.

Jay takes a step forward, now standing at the first ledge with the water level above his ankles. “You think you’re being cute with this attitude of yours.” He breaks the ice, finally confronting you without any sugar-coating approach. He only receives silence from you, his eyes watching you attentively as you remain indifferent without looking at him. He scoffs lightly, feeling both amused and infuriated. “You know that you can’t avoid me forever, babe.”

You ignore the tiny leap your heart makes just by the mere endearment before forcing yourself to look at him again with unwavering eyes, only to be alarmed by his movement as he takes slow, deliberate steps onto the pool ledges until the water level reaches below his knees.

The tension feels oppressive as it tethers on your whole being, but the fiery spark in you remains unabating, and you seek fortitude from it to withstand his unyielding assertion. “Oh yeah? Try me.” You retort, your voice lacing with unconcealed defiance that only fuels his desire to tame you.

“This is not how we settle things, alright?” Jay asserts sternly, his tone indicating no room for further opposition from you. He grapples with the tempestuous emotions within him, each vying to reign influence over the remainder of his restraint to have you in his possession as you are a few feet away from him, but he softens his voice, albeit firm enough to show you that he means business. “I don’t want us to keep fighting in silence like this. I need you to communicate with me, baby.”

You know that it is inevitable as you realise that you will always melt whenever he uses that tone with you, which he has never used with anyone else, but then the memory of Sienna’s gaze on him and how he didn’t seem phased by her reignites the fiery vehemence.

“Fine, you want to know what’s been bothering me?” You begin while behind the layer of hurt and anger in your eyes is rousing lust as you continue to look at him, wanting nothing more than for him to pound your pent-up emotions away. Damn it, if angry and horny was a person, it’d be you. “It’s the fact that you didn’t bother to introduce me as your girlfriend to your client! And you even allowed her to touch and flirt with you!”

Jay raises his eyebrow at you, feeling a tad surprised that you chose to go straight to the point rather indignantly. A promising danger casts a menacing shadow on his handsome face with his chiselled jaw clenched. “Yeah? Now you know how I feel when you danced with your friend and let him touch you last night.”

You hate how right he is, but you hate it even more that he poked your insecurity. “Don’t turn this around on me! This is about you!” You snap angrily while the pool around you ripples from your agitating movements.

“No, baby, this is about you and your attitude last night,” Jay counters with unwavering austerity, and his strong gaze is unmatched as it burns through you, as though coercing your obstinacy. “I don’t know what your deal was even before you decided to show attitude to us, but if what happened with Sienna today made you feel what I felt when you were with your friend last night, then so be it.”

Okay, nevermind. Forget being horny. Now it’s time to unleash your feminine rage.

“Oh, so this is what it is about? Revenge?!” You seethe out, your eyes burning with unmistakable fury, but Jay feels rather aroused to see you pissed off. “You are unbelievable! You had your client over just to get back at me and make me feel jealous? You’re so─”

You clamp your lips shut, unable to think of a suitable vocabulary to insult him as your brain goes short-circuited at the moment he takes another step where his arm can easily reach out to you, prompting you to straighten your back and take cautious steps back from him. Despite getting caught up in your own rage, you are no fool to heed his imposing figure with danger exuding from him, and yet it is the kind of danger that sends you a familiar sense of thrill.

“So what?” Jay taunts you with an eerie calmness in his demeanour, his eyes pinning yours seem to darken with intensity and challenge, and they feel scalding on your skin, making you all hot and bothered once again. “Go on, babe. I’m listening.”

“So petty and infuriating!” You give your best shot, but even you know that it is futile as he doesn’t seem particularly insulted. If anything, he is amused, and that peeves you.

“That makes us even, then.” Jay smirks at you, and you so badly want to wipe the smirk off his handsome face. All the while, you fail to realise another presence intruding the tension encompassing the pool from behind you as he has been watching it all unravel.

Honestly, this argument is getting nowhere, and the tension in the atmosphere feels just as palpable as the rousing lust in the way his eyes burn into yours. You open your mouth in an attempt to retort again just when he moves forward, but a familiar voice cuts through the stifling air, causing you to tense up.

“Jay, you’re supposed to clear the misunderstanding. Not making it worse.” Heeseung speaks up, albeit his tone lacks the conviction in the words he spoke, being disconcertingly nonchalant. You turn around and adjust your position just enough for you to be able to see both of them equally. “Since Jongseong brought that topic up, we really need to talk about your behaviour last night.”

A disbelieving scoff escapes your lips before you can stop it. “My behaviour? All I did was have fun with my friends! I didn’t realise how wrong it was to have fun.” You burst out in a torrent of exasperation, refusing to yield even when you know it yourself that you provoked them first. You dare yourself to challenge Heeseung, who raises his eyebrow at the defiance in your pretty eyes before he chuckles softly. “I’m not going to apologise when I have nothing to apologise for.”

“One of your friends is a man, Y/N, and he touched you in a way friends don’t,” Jay emphasises strongly, his voice lacing with warning. “You’re mad at me for not introducing you as my girlfriend to my client, but you acted as if you didn’t have boyfriends the way you were last night.”

Hypocrite, he’s telling you that, and he’s more than right. Maybe it’s fair that you got a taste of your own medicine, all because you got petty at them for avoiding having sex with you, but damn it, the heat coursing through your veins is unabating, yearning for them to ruin you the same way Jake and Sunghoon did in one night.

“Not denying, pretty girl?” Heeseung lets out derisive chuckles as he takes a seat on one of the sun loungers, looking entirely laid-back, but it completely unnerves you in thrilling anticipation as you stand still in the pool. “I was about to let this pass, but Hoon was right. Showing attitude, making us jealous─ you’ve really been a brat.”

You observe the way Heeseung briefly looks at Jay, almost as if sending him a telepathic message, because the next thing you know, your peripheral vision catches Jay’s movement as he advances towards you, prompting your full attention on him as you become alarmed.

“What are you doing?” You ask incredulously, flabbergasted at how unrelenting he is with the pool rippling in violent motions around him while the intensity in his dark eyes sends you waves of intoxication. Though a part of you is keenly aroused by this, you heed to your prey instinct as you slowly back away from him, but your movement only seems to spur him further.

“Come closer, baby,” Jay beckons you to him with faux gentleness, but you shake your head in protest as you continue your attempt at eluding him. He smirks at you; his charming face displays a haunting cruelty that mingles with lechery, and his darkened eyes swirl with carnality. “It’s about time we remind you who you belong to.”

The tension feels sweltering enough as it continues to mount rapidly, and your once-tenacious resolve dissipates as the distance between you and Jay gradually decreases in spite of your efforts to elude him. You know that you can’t even ask Heeseung for help, as the latter is equally pissed.

Though trepidation is present in the heat of your veins, you can’t lie that it feels sensationally thrilling at the same time, spurring you into increasing your pace as you turn around and move in haste towards the pool coping. It is sick and twisted at how you clearly enjoy feigning being the vulnerable prey just to feed into their ego at the effect they still have on you.

“Come on, babe. Where are you running to? I thought you wanted this,” Jay chuckles darkly from behind you, causing your pulse to go erratic as it drums in your ears. He finds you adorable ─ like a frantic bunny trying to swim away from getting devoured by the beast with agility and strength that are clearly unparalleled.

Just as you nearly reach the pool coping, a calloused hand seizes your arm from behind and pulls you to him roughly, eliciting a startled yelp from you as it sends you a jarring sensation while his strong arm locks around your waist and his hand cradles your jaw.

You can barely process the escalation in your head when his lips descend on yours, kissing you hard that intensifies a blazing inferno of desire within you. His kiss feels both possessive and ravenous, but it sends you an electrifying sensation through the heat of your body that has you arched into his touch, earning a low hum of approval from him.

With your body pressing into him, you can feel the heat emanating from his body and the way his abdominal muscles are flexing against your skin as the intensity of the kiss builds to greater heights of pleasure. His lips feel relentless and unforgiving against yours, almost bruising as you can feel him pouring his pent-up emotions into the kiss, but there is an unmistakable desperation in the way he moves with urgency.

Amidst the fervent exchange of your kisses, Jay guides you with his firm hands on your hips while the pool ripples violently around you with how urgent your movements are. Feeling the gradual distance of your body from him, he growls against your lips and pulls you by the waist closer until his bulge presses insistently against your lower abdomen, eliciting a soft gasp from you at the arousal evident in his thickness.

As soon as your lips part open, Jay seizes the opportunity as he thrusts his tongue into your mouth and explores every inch before meeting your tongue in a hot, sensual tango with saliva exchange wantonly. Even just making out with him is enough to make you wetter than you already were, as you can feel the slick of your arousal staining your folds.

Jay breaks the kiss, allowing you to gasp for air while his lips remain brushing against yours and his hands on your waist in a vice-like grip. “You have no idea how badly you drive me fucking insane with your distance and silence,” He rasps, his voice sounds grating in your ear as it sends you shivers. You gasp again as he presses himself into you, intentionally letting you feel his hard bulge. “Feel this, baby? You’re the only woman who makes me hard. Two fucking weeks without burying myself in your sweet pussy was madness.”

“It’s your fault, remember?” You attempt to sound petty as the recollection of him deliberately avoiding and dismissing the signs you gave resurfaces in your mind, but your voice comes out breathless and trembles with need. “I was so frustrated, and I needed you─”

“You gave us─ gave me an attitude because you needed cock, yeah?” Jay cuts you off in a low rumble while his tone drips with degradation that sends heat surging through your core. He squeezes your waist, his lips stretching into a cruel smirk. “You should’ve just said so instead of confusing us with your sudden attitude. You need cock? You’ll get it, alright, and I’ll be the one giving you what you need.”

His fingers go tangle in your damp hair before gripping it to seize control over you as he tilts your head up, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. The moment his lips trail a scorching path from your jaw to your neck, your body burns with overwhelming need. His hot breath hits your skin as he presses wet, open-mouthed kisses on your untainted skin until he reaches your sensitive spots, knowing how to get you incredibly wetter as he continues to assault you with his teeth and tongue.

Your pulse goes erratic with each kiss, bite, and lick while your ragged breathing mingles with soft moans that make him go carnal. You begin to grind your throbbing clothed-cunt on his hard bulge, needing some relief, but your movements elicit a rumble of warning from him, and yet you refuse to stop when your clit throbs deliciously at the contact of his bulge.

“Jay, please,” You plead in a whine that sounds pathetic in your ear, but any sound or utterance from you only fuels his carnal desire for you, prompting him to bite down your skin for one last time before he trails his lips up to your jaw and meets your lips.

But Jay doesn’t kiss you. Instead, his teeth sink into the plumpness of your lower lip, sucking it with his tongue licking across the seam. You look at him with hooded eyelids, your eyes meeting his dark ones that mirror your lust before he uses more force, and this time drawing out blood while you moan out in both pleasure and pain.

Jay immediately licks your lower bleeding lip before sucking it while you feel it throb. He releases your lower lip, only to capture your swollen lips into a searing kiss, but his hands begin to get busy as they leave your waist to pull down his shorts just enough for his cock to escape the tormenting confines.

“Take these off, baby,” Jay commands you huskily against your lips as his fingers go slightly hook around the band of your underwear. You comply, albeit your movements are flimsy, as you feel unnerved under the intensity of his dark, ravenous gaze. Just when your underwear is in your hand, Jay snatches it from you, only to toss it behind you as he smirks at his best friend. “Something to keep you a little less lonely while I fuck her first.”

Jay’s remark hits you with the realisation that Heeseung has been watching the shared yet intense intimacy wrapped between you and Jay by the sun lounger. You look over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of Heeseung holding your scarlet underwear proudly with a smug smirk, causing the temperature in your cheeks to rise at the embarrassment.

“Eyes on me, baby,” Jay instructs you sternly, pulling your attention away from his best friend and watching him pumping his cock as he backs you up until your spine hits the hard edge of the concrete. His dark eyes flicker to yours briefly. “Wrap your legs around me.”

You do so instantly, your hand holding onto his shoulder for stability as your legs slowly wrap around his hips, but it seems Jay lacks patience as he decides to push his cock into your entrance, tearing a gasp from your throat at the relentless intrusion of his thickness as he continues to drive forward despite the resistance that has his jaw clenched.

“Damn, baby. Did Jake and Sunghoon not fuck you loose last night?” Jay groans deeply in your ear as he finally buries himself into you to the hilt, causing your back to arch off the wall as a whimper leaves your lips at his sheer girth that stretch your walls nearly to their limits.

“They did,” You whimper again, your voices trembling with need despite the stretch of your walls that feels borderline painful due to his size.

It boosts his ego upon seeing how close you are to going delirious just by his cock filling you up. He grabs you by the chin just as you begin to lose focus, forcing you to look at him in the eyes. For a fleeting moment, his eyes soften, but the unmistakable glint of depravity is present, giving you a whiplash of familiarity as the man before you is Devil’s Knight Jay.

“Don’t worry. I’ll fuck you the way you deserve after giving us the attitude.” A smirk touches his lips, and before you know it, he begins to hammer his cock into your cunt, tearing wanton moans from your throat as each thrust sends an electrifying jolt of pleasure through your body.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed fucking you,” Jay growls out, his voice sounding deeper and huskier that amplifies your pleasure, getting wetly turned on even more, as evident in the instant slick leaking down your walls that sticks to his girth with each push.

“I’ve missed you too.” You manage to utter in between gasps and moans, albeit mindlessly, as nothing feels coherent in your head other than him and his cock. Your every nerve is smouldering as you surrender to the overwhelming sensation of his punishing strokes while the pool around you ripples and splashes from the impact.

“Yeah, baby? Missed me fucking you like this?” Jay rasps against your skin as he gets busy littering his kiss on your arched neck while his firm hands on your underthighs control your every movement as he drives you forward into his cock, allowing you to feel him deeper and more insistently than each previous stroke. “I’ll fuck you somemore.”

It is as though something possessed him as he begins to fuck you with intense fervour, borderline animalistic, while his hands on your thighs feel bruising. His moans and guttural sounds as they mingle with yours go straight into your surging heat, but the pure ecstasy on his face is what propels you to fuck yourself onto his cock as you snap your hips against his.

“Just like that. Good fucking girl,” Jay growls in approval before grabbing the back of your head and pulling you in for him to slam his lips into your parted lips, swallowing every sound emitting from the back of your throat greedily and kissing you sloppily with teeth and tongues clashing. He sighs pleasurably against your lips. “If only you had been good for us last night.”

Just when you can nearly reach the pinnacle of ecstasy, Jay slows down the pace deliberately before pulling out his erected cock from you while your cunt clenches at nothing. You whimper in disappointment at the loss of his cock, only to be taken aback when he manoeuvres you as you now find yourself facing Heeseung.

Your eyes are immediately transfixed at the sight of Heeseung pumping his cock leisurely with his abdominal muscles on display while his face betrays no emotion, but when you look him in the eyes, carnal lust swims in them while a wicked smirk plays at the corner of his lips. You turn your head away, unable to withstand the intensity just from his penetrating gaze alone, but your avoidance earns a disapproving tut from the man behind you.

The next thing you know, Jay buries his cock into your cunt with one brutal thrust, eliciting a loud moan from your lips at the sudden intrusion that is a heady mix of agony and ecstasy. Your hands immediately hold onto the square edge of the pool for stability as he thrusts into you relentlessly with his muscular hips snapping against your ass.

Your head lolls forward, feeling your body being overpowered by the overwhelming dominance he asserts, but his fingers go tangled in your hair to seize control as he pulls your head to the back, forcing your spine to arch and exposing your neck to Heeseung’s eyes until you feel his hot breath fanning the shell of your earlobe.

“You’re gonna keep your eyes on Heeseung while I fuck you, understood?” Jay snarls in your ear, his gravelly voice resonates deep in your core, and his tone indicates he wants to hear your compliance, but you are too delirious at the sensation of his cock dragging along your walls so distinctly with each thrust as you roll your eyes to the back in pleasure.

Heeseung, who has been watching you, desires nothing more than to be the one who makes you roll your eyes in pure ecstasy, but he can’t deny that he feels oddly turned on than ever as he watches his best friend fucking you until you are evidently reduced to nothing but dumb on the latter’s cock, causing him to speed up in pumping his cock with his jaw clenched and his dark eyes drinking in your mesmerising nuance while his abdominal muscles occasionally reflexing with each pump.

Upon receiving moans and gasps from you, Jay growls lowly in displeasure before abandoning your hip and curling his fingers around your neck while his fingers tug at your strands again. “I said, understood?” His authoritarian tone sends shivers through your body while your walls quiver in submission, driving him to the brink of madness.

“Yes sir,” You manage to utter in an accidental, sensual slur that spurs him into fucking you with savage intensity, his hand leaving your neck to grip your waist while the other remains pulling your hair to the back just enough for your eyes to train on Heeseung.

You try to be good, to please both men in your vicinity, but the combination of Jay’s vicious thrusts as he relentlessly hits you from behind and Heeseung’s cock that has you foaming in the mouth feels all-consuming, desiring nothing more than for them to stuff you full at the same time. Even the stinging pain from your scalp in the way Jay tugs at your strands feels just as pleasurable as the way your sopping cunt is being battered by his thick cock.

Jay clenches his jaw as your quivering walls vacuum his cock, hurtling him at the edge of ecstasy, but he wants you to come undone first. His hand travels from your waist down to your mount before searching for your clit and rubbing it in circles with the padding of his fingers.

“Jay!” You release another moan that is a higher pitch as soon as Jay assaults your bundle of nerves that is building to an intensity while your heart goes pounding against your chest. A sob leaves your lips as you grip the square edge of the pool, your whole body trembling with delirious pleasure. “F-Fuck! It’s too much─”

“Nothing is too much. You’re going to take it like a good doll, baby.” Jay’s voice is grating in your ear while his hot breath tickles your skin. There is not an ounce of clemency in him, as he claims you with relentless ferocity while working in tandem with his fingers that are rubbing your clit.

“This is what you wanted, yeah? For me to fuck you and set your attitude straight.” He grunts with each snap of his hips against your ass while the impact causes your tits to spill out from your bikini. “Purposely being a brat all because you need cock to satisfy you.”

You moan weakly, unable to withstand the overwhelming pleasure from both his degradation and his cock as you feel your own body on the precipice of combusting. “J-Jay, I’m gonna cum─” Your lips part open with a silent moan with your eyes rolled to the back as he delivers a punishing thrust that is enough to send you tumbling over the edge of ecstasy, violently coming undone on his cock.

But Jay continues to thrust into your cunt even as your essence sticks to his entire girth while overstimulating you with his fingers rubbing your clit unforgivingly, causing you to writhe and whimper in his inescapable hold.

“I’m not fucking done with you, baby girl.” Jay grits his teeth, releasing your hair only to wrap his arm around your torso before pulling you to him until your back hits his chest. With his arm locked around your torso, he skilfully uses his hand to grip your jaw and forces you to look at Heeseung again. “Keep your eyes on him when you cum again.”

And you do, trying your best to hold onto the last threads of whatever sanity left in you, but Heeseung’s dark eyes feel invasive as they penetrate into you, as though he is fucking you just by his eyes alone.

“Let Heeseung know how good I’m fucking you,” Jay whispers darkly in your ear, enjoying the way your quivering walls continue to welcome him. Your breath hitches in your throat as you recognise the possessive gleam in Heeseung’s eyes. “Tell Heeseung that you’re my good doll who always needs cock to keep her satisfied.”

“H-Heeseung,” You moan out his name, a sensual yet melodious tune in his ears as the latter pumps his cock furiously. “Jay fucks me so good─” You gasp as Jay squeezes your tit with his hand underneath your bikini, tweaking and rolling your perky nipple between his fingers. “Oh god─”

Breaking free from the last of his restraint, Heeseung abandons the sun lounger and makes his way towards the pool, his dark eyes penetrating into yours that have your heart pounding harder against your chest upon recognising the stark madness and carnal desire in his eyes.

Adrenaline rushes through you as Heeseung has now entered the pool, walking towards you with a mask of eerie calmness while Jay continues to thrust into you, and you can feel his impending climax in the way his cock twitches in you.

Jay lets out a guttural moan as waves of ecstasy wash over him, his cock filling your womb with your walls greedily sucking more and more of his hot sticky cum, and the timing is impeccable when Heeseung finally reaches you, wasting no time in grabbing you by the nape and slamming his lips into yours.

You whimper at the sensitivity as Jay continues to pump his cock into your sopping cunt even after he reaches the peak of his orgasm, but Heeseung greedily swallows every sound you utter, kissing you hard yet sloppily with teeth and tongues clashing.

Seeing as you are occupied with Heeseung, Jay is understanding enough to let his best friend have his fun as he slowly pulls out his cock from you and places a sensual kiss on your shoulder, but his fingers remain rubbing in strong, deliberate circles on your clit. You moan languidly into the kiss, feeling the inevitable before you finally come undone from his fingering assault on your clit.

“Jay fucks you good, yeah? Are you satisfied now, sweetheart?” Heeseung growls against your lips, sending shivers down your body that fall weak into him as your legs give up on you, but he holds you steadily with his hands on your waist. He smirks softly, sensing the exertion in your body. “Pretty girl, I haven’t even gotten my turn with you yet, and you’re already fucked out?”

“W-Wait, Heeseung─” You yelp out in surprise just as Heeseung lifts you up by the waist, prompting your legs to wrap around his hips on instinct and your arms latching around his neck. “Hee, I can’t. Sensitive, still.” You whimper falling deaf to his ears as he presses his hard length into your throbbing cunt before feeling your back hitting Jay’s chest, now being sandwiched between the two devils who are nowhere done with you.

“You don’t seem to understand that we’re simply giving you what you desperately needed, my pretty angel.” Heeseung smirks cruelly at you, but you feel turned on more than you should feel humiliated. “You wanted us to fuck you? We’ll fuck you, alright, and you’re going to take it until we’re done.”

You open your mouth to retort despite having been drained of energy, but the abrupt breach of his cock into your cunt tears a moan from your throat before he begins to fuck you with an insatiable hunger, barely giving you the time to process his cock stretching your walls and hitting your spongey spot instantly.

“Good fucking girl. Taking my cock so good. Your pussy was made for us, for me,” Heeseung growls out, his deep voice rumbling with thick desire that sends heat surging through your core, causing your cunt to clench around him. A muscle pulses in his jaw as he becomes relentless, driving his cock deeper and revelling in the sounds you make. “Look at you, love. Your sweet cunt is still hungry for cock. My pretty girl needs more than one or else she’ll show attitude, yeah?”

“N-No!” You deny, but it only fuels his ire and possessiveness as he recalls Eunwoo’s touch on you last night, propelling him to fuck you with brutal intensity that has you screaming and moaning out at the delirious sensation. The impact sends you pinning to Jay’s chest while he instinctively supports his best friend by holding you in place with his hands on your waist.

Heeseung briefly meets Jay’s eyes in a silent exchange of understanding, their smirks mirroring each other’s before the latter brings his two fingers to your parted lips and shoves them into your mouth without any thought of gentleness, causing you to gag on his fingers as he lodges them deep.

“No? Still denying after you purposely made us jealous by dancing with your friend?” Heeseung growls, resonating deep to your core that has your walls quivering in submission once more. “Tell me, would he fuck you better than we do?”

Heeseung awaits your answer with demanding eyes, but with Jay’s fingers lodged in your mouth as he presses them down on your tongue, you can only gag and choke out, causing tears to prickle in your eyes. Your pulse goes erratic at the cruel, predatory gleam in Heeseung’s eyes as well as Jay’s dark chuckles in your ear.

“Can’t answer him, baby girl?” Jay sneers in your ear, earning a head shake from you but a faux disappointed sigh from him before he presses down his fingers on your tongue once more while drools dripping from the corner of your lips. “Come on, angel. We want to hear you say it.”

You feel both frustrated and edged that Jay is deliberately sliding his two fingers down until they hit your tonsils, causing you to gag even more as you attempt to enunciate your words. Your body shakes violently from the impact when Heeseung delivers a hard, punishing thrust that hits you in the cervix precisely, your eyes rolling to the back with your head lolling and hitting Jay’s shoulder.

Both men chuckle at how evidently you are fucked out as even your arms begin to feel loose around Heeseung’s shoulders. Jay collects enough saliva from your drooling cavern before pulling his fingers from your mouth, giving you some air to breathe as you regain focus, only to be taken aback when Jay shoves his fingers into Heeseung’s mouth.

Your breath hitches in your throat, utterly hypnotised with the way Heeseung’s dark eyes pin yours as he continues to suck the residue of your saliva from Jay’s fingers rather sensually, completely unbothered that he is making intimate contact with his best friend, and that turns you on more than anything.

You move your hips in tandem with him while his cock is relentlessly thrusting and lodging deep in your cunt, his dark gaze focusing on you in spite of his mouth being occupied with Jay’s fingers. With Jay’s lips now attached to your shoulder, kissing and licking your skin, and Heeseung’s cock hitting the right places, your pleasure has amplified with your impending orgasm awaiting a trigger.

Jay finally withdraws his fingers from Heeseung’s mouth with a tangible string of saliva connected from his lips, but the latter pays no mind to that as he quickly captures your lips in a searing kiss, forcing his tongue into your mouth for you to taste yourself with the saliva he collected on his tongue.

The exchange is filthy and lewd, your tongues dancing wetly with each other and salivas dripping down your chin, but you feel drunk in the heat of the moment, willingly swallowing and taking whatever he gives. You whine as Heeseung pulls his lips away from your swollen ones, only to be silenced by Jay’s lips with his hand seizing your jaw as you find your head being turned sideways.

Heeseung smirks softly as he watches the lewd exchange of your kisses with the wet sound of lips smacking filling the air, all the while, he doesn’t let up his momentum, and instead, he feels the intoxicating pull of pleasure that tempts him to surrender, but he wants to make it last, not when you haven’t come undone on his cock yet.

“You haven’t said it yet, sweet angel,” Jay murmurs against your wet lips, slowly pulling away from the breathtaking kiss and distracting you with the sudden tenderness, but you immediately recognise the deception in his dark eyes. You gasp softly at the intrusion of a bullous tip trying to slide into your battered cunt that is being fucked by Heeseung. “We're waiting, baby. Tell us if your friend would fuck you any better than us.”

“N-No, he wouldn’t be able to fuck me better than you.” You splutter your words, your brain going into overdrive as Jay manages to slide in his bullous tip in your occupied cunt before miraculously burying himself next to Heeseung’s moving cock. Your hand grips on Heeseung’s bicep, giving his flexing muscle a squeeze at the stretch of both cocks in your pulsating cunt. “Jay, please, it’s too much─”

“Why wouldn’t he be able to fuck you, pretty girl?” Heeseung cuts you off with a low rumble, catching your dazed eyes with his perfectly fine ones. You open your mouth to speak, but only moans tumble past your lips as Jay fucks you with an unbridled force, working in tandem with Heeseung. “We won’t let you cum until you answer my question, angel.”

“You know the answer, baby girl,” Jay rasps in your ear, his fingers seeking your clit once more and rubbing it while the assault intensifies your building pleasure that coils tighter in your tummy. “You don’t want us to stop fucking you, do you?”

You shake your head frantically, displaying your pathetic desperation for both of their cocks to consume you. “B-Because he’s not any of you.” You continue while racking through your brain to grasp for any coherency left. You become distracted when Heeseung attaches his lips to the hollow of your throat, kissing and biting your skin. “Fuck─ and he would never be able to fuck me because I’m yours.” You manage to utter through breathy moans as Jay increases the pace on your clit.

“That’s right. You’re ours and ours alone,” Heeseung snarls against your throat, causing your breath to hitch at the haunting menace in his husky voice. “You belong to us, and by the time we’re done with you, you’d do well to remember that.”

You nod your head numbly, focusing on your pleasure that reaches to a crescendo, and you can feel their impending orgasms in the way their cocks throb against your walls as well as their guttural moans and grunts in your ears. Your head feels dizzy at the stimulation of Jay’s hand fondling your tits while the other is on your clit and with Heeseung’s lips relentlessly assaulting your neck with kisses.

The sensation overwhelms you, and before you know it, you tumble over the edge of ecstasy, as at the same time they do, their tips hitting the spot triggers an intense orgasm that has your body convulsing between their bodies and feeling a familiar fluid release from your cunt.

Your whimper mingles with their moans as they deliver a few more thrusts despite your overstimulated cunt spasming around their cocks before tidal waves of ecstasy hit them as they shoot their hot cum into you, filing to the brim that serves as a testament of their claim over you.

As the last echoes of ecstasy and intensity wanes into the air, you allow your spent body to fall limp in between them with only the sound of laboured breathing amidst the silence. You lean your head in the nook of Heeseung’s neck, feeling sated, while the blissful aftermath envelopes you in a cocoon of contentment. Your eyes capture the beautiful scenery of the skies that are painted in hues of blues and pinks as the sun is making its final descent.

Just when you are about to bask in the afterglow of your intense yet passionate encounter, the realisation dawns on you, followed by the strings of guilt tugging at your heart. “I’m sorry for what happened last night and today,” You break the ice as you slowly lift your head to look at them, only to feel meek under their dark gaze on you. You lower your gaze, unable to handle their imposing intimidation. “I promise I won’t make you jealous again, but─”

You bite down your lips, feeling the remnants of resentment and bitterness at their avoidance of having sex with you over the course of two weeks. It seems like they want to hear you out, as they can see how evidently upset you still are.

“But I was so frustrated that you were obviously avoiding me and ignoring the signs I gave you, and I thought you didn’t desire me like you did before because, in some ways, I also assumed that you got annoyed at me for being pathetically needy.” You divulge your concern and vulnerability to them, even if a part of you feels sceptical that they would even hear you. You sigh, still unable to look at their faces. “It’s whatever. Sunghoon and Jake already told me the reason why.”

The silence from them only exasperates you, forcing you to dart your narrowed eyes at them with a huff leaving your lips as you notice amusement dancing in their eyes. “Well? Say something!” You whine, accidentally moving your hips that have you gasping as you realise that they are still buried in you while low groans emit from them.

Heeseung catches your gaze instantly, his lips stretching into a lazy yet attractive smirk while there is a teasing glint in his eye. “I had no idea our sweet angel could be this needy for sex.” His remark is accompanied by Jay’s chuckles.

Your cheeks flare in embarrassment, knowing that Jay has that teasing yet charming smirk on his lips as well. Though the smirk remains on his lips, Heeseung’s eyes soften as they roam around your features before he leans down to place a kiss on your forehead.

“Don’t be embarrassed, love. In fact, we’re glad that you’re just as needy as us,” Heeseung tells you, coughing lightly in a not-so-discreet embarrassment at the end that you break into giggles. “You have no idea how we struggled to control ourselves from being all over you.”

“Like Hoon said, we didn’t want to overwhelm you when being in a relationship with the four of us at once is already overwhelming enough,” Jay adds as he rubs your waist, offering you more comfort. “We should’ve told you about it in the first place. We’re sorry, baby.”

“It’s fine. It was silly of me to be all petty and make you jealous last night,” You insist, turning your head to face Jay before giving him a peck on the lips while your fingers gently scrub his chiselled jaw. “No man could ever come close to any of you.”

“We know,” Heeseung says smugly, but his tone carries an undercurrent of danger as he continues. “Even if there was a man other than us, he wouldn’t live to see another day. Consider your friend lucky that he’s Wooseok’s lifelong buddy.”

You kind of expected this coming from Heeseung, considering how possessive he could get to the point where it overwhelmed you, but instead of feeling disturbed, you feel oddly content with a smile touching your lips, knowing that he and the others evidently desire and love you, maybe more than you think.

Jay feels your body shivering beneath his touch, his eyebrows furrowing in concern as his protective boyfriend mode kicks in. “I’ll get the bathrobe for you, okay?” His deep voice sounds comfortingly mellow as he kisses your shoulder affectionately before slowly pulling his softened cock from your cunt.

Jay hisses lightly while you whimper at the sensitivity, prompting him to apologise to you with another kiss on your shoulder before he parted from you, leaving you in Heeseung’s possession. Heeseung attempts to pull out, but you lock your legs around him, causing him to raise his eyebrow inquisitively at you.

“Stay inside me just for a while, please.” You plead softly, your eyes are absent of lust, and instead, a vulnerable display of your yearning for a different yet tender intimacy is present, causing his eyes to soften more than they already were. “I want you to hold me close to you too.”

“Of course, my beloved,” Heeseung murmurs, dipping his head down to press his lips into yours in a shared tender kiss that has you melt for him all over while his arms wrap around your body securely before he proceeds to carry you over to the pool ledge, where Jay, who has worn back his shorts, is waiting for you with your bathrobe in his hand.

Eventually, you know that Heeseung will have to release you, but just as you decide to stand on your own, your knees buckle underneath you before your legs give up from the sheer ache all over. Heeseung is quick enough to catch you before you can even fall, while Jay wastes no time in draping the bathrobe over your body.

“Let’s go, angel baby,” Jay mutters to you, carrying you in a bridal style with one swoop while your arms go hooked around his neck. As he makes his way back to the penthouse, you sink into the comfort of his warmth that cocoons you with your head resting on his shoulder. “We’ll shower together, and after that, I’m cooking dinner for us.”

You only nod your head in response as your eyes slowly flutter close, unable to withstand the weight of sheer exhaustion dawning on your whole being that you don’t even realise two new presences, who have returned from work, entering the living room as well.

“What happened? What did you do to my princess?” Sunghoon being openly affectionate with you in front of the guys ─ more than how he used to be back then ─ is something you still need to get accustomed to. You can feel his piercing gaze on your form, but you feel too enervated to even lift your eyelids.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Jay simply smirks at Sunghoon, whose eyes narrow in a protective gleam yet tinge with softness as he looks at your serene countenance. “Relax. She’s fine. She just needs more rest.”

“You guys really wrecked her,” Jake’s remark causes your cheeks to flush warmly, and you want nothing more than to bury yourself six feet under as they continue to converse about you. “I thought I told you to go easy on her.”

“It's not our fault that we couldn’t resist. How could we when our girl wanted to play being the bunny running from her prey in the pool?” Jay shrugs his shoulders, unfazed by Jake’s disapproving eyes as well as Sunghoons’s protective ones, causing him to roll his eyes at them being all fussy. He looks down at you with knowingness, as he is able to sense that you are not entirely asleep. “Isn’t that right, baby? You enjoyed it all, yeah?”

In return, you bury your face into his toned chest, groaning lightly. “Can we please just get to the shower? A warm shower, at that. I’m still feeling cold.” You mumble to him, but the other two catch onto your words rather quickly.

“She meant me, not the two of you,” Jay puts their hope to an end upon seeing the look on their faces. He merely smirks again at their scowling faces before continuing your journey to his room.

“Jay?” You utter his name softly as soon as you reach the second floor. He hums in response, briefly looking down at you with an eyebrow raised. You surprise him with a peck on his cheek. “I love you.”

Jay's eyes soften as he leans forward, kissing you squarely yet sweetly on the lips. Your heart flutters with the swelling affection as his lips gently move against yours before murmuring. “I love you more, my angel baby.”

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OPPOSITES — p.jongseong

PAIRING: ceo!jay x fem!reader GENRES: fluff, smut, a little angst WC: 12.1k+

WARNINGS: swearing, drinking, slightly drunk, a brief argument. kissing, foreplay, (almost) dry sex. lmk if i've forgotten anything.

SYNOPSIS: jay was the most serious ceo anyone could meet and remember, but not when you were around. while he had a difficult smile, you captivated anyone with your cheerful and relaxed manner. one night, he decided to take you into his world, the business dinner, but you didn't know if it was a good idea.

NOTES: a little treat i wrote for my little sweetheart @bluej4ym <3 to thank you for all your care and for always being here for me. you deserve more stories (which i'll write later, spoiler yeah) and what's more, you deserve only good things bc you're like that, full of good things. thanks for your friendship, i love you very much. and i hope you enjoy the story as much as i do.

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Working in a multinational company has two aspects that you can't avoid. First was the growth of shares and partners, dealing with people at the top, and seeing the numbers rise as you closed really important deals. Secondly, there was the gossip that went around the corridors of the company, even more so if you were the CEO.

Jongseong could boast of having a major multinational, being a billionaire, and having shares rising by the second. He took the trouble to congratulate all the employees for their hard work and dedication while they were in that building, giving their all so that the numbers would rise even higher. But Jongseong couldn't control what they said here and there, especially about him.

Not that it was something he needed to care about, like hearing that he was a really serious and scary boss… Well, he could take that title with ease. Jongseong wasn't one for easy smiles and small talk, saying only what was necessary to his employees and being strictly professional and polite. Greeting passers-by regardless of whether they were having a good day or not. But his facade was cold and methodical, as you'd usually hear.

What Jongseong didn't like to deal with was the gossip that arose after he met you. Introducing you as a romantic partner was something he didn't want publicly at the beginning of the relationship, private life being exclusively for the two of you. As well as keeping you out of the eyes of employees he knew would be the talk of the town, Jongseong also liked to have all the time in the world for you. But the town was too small, he had thought when he heard one of the employees say, the next day when he met the two of you in a restaurant.

“The boss is dating a very beautiful woman” he'd boast, having good taste, having heard how beautiful you were and the compliments the young man made on your appearance, although he was a little annoyed that he'd looked at you so much to find out about your physical characteristics.

“Does he really have a heart? I mean, how is he supposed to treat this girl when he's so serious all the time?” well, Jongseong wasn't expecting that comment.

That's what had been hammering at him for so long, not denying any gossip that involved you and him specifically. Since your employees knew, there was no hiding it. This led him to take the liberty of asking you to come to the company a few days a week. Walking hand in hand with you down the corridors or holding your shoulder to guide you, or with his hand on your waist talking about how the evening would go at home and what he was planning for the two of you to have for dinner.

He didn't need any kind of validation from anyone, but he also didn't know how to explain how annoyed he was at the thought of people thinking he didn't pay enough attention to you. Just like you, the woman who stole his heart just by the simple way she treated him. You were unlike anyone he had ever met, and Jongseong would spend hours talking about you and how much you meant to him if it were possible. He would replace the weekly stock meeting just to talk about you.

“Mr. Park?” the voice interrupted him slightly as he rambled on about you and how he felt about you. His eyes left the computer that was open on the stock spreadsheets and quickly went to the door. Jongseong's secretary stared at him with a small smile without showing her teeth, politely and discreetly “I have some papers for you to sign, can I take them?”

“Of course, come in” he settled into his chair, waiting for the secretary to walk towards him and place the papers on the table. Jongseong rolled his eyes at the small mountain of sheets she had placed there and his eyes quickly went to the corner of the desk. A small picture frame was turned towards him, without anyone being able to make out what was there. A photo of you. The first picture he took on the analog camera you had at home. Jongseong hadn't tinkered with these things for a long time, ever since his camera had broken and, with the hustle and bustle of life and work, he'd never thought to fix it. But you had one, and it was in perfect condition. Capturing it was no effort when you were graceful to the extreme and your beauty had been captured without any problem.

He smiled so openly at the photo that he didn't notice that the secretary was still standing in front of his desk. Her gaze followed where he was looking and, curiously, she tried not to bend down to notice the photo, although she had a slight notion that it might be a picture of him or someone he loved very much.

“Do you need anything else, Mr. Park?” she asked shyly, and he noticed the astonishment on her face when he connected the dots… Jongseong had smiled openly for the first time in front of someone other than you or his parents.

“No…” he huffed, picking up one of the sheets from the pile of papers and looking at the written lines to try and disguise how fervently his cheeks were burning “You can go now, miss. Thank you.”

Just as she entered, greeting Jongseong on her way out, the door closed and left the man alone in the room again. It wasn't a big deal to smile like that in front of someone else, but he found it strange and felt that he had let his guard down for an employee he only had a professional relationship with. Jongseong thought he only had to show that side to everyone he worked with, he had no reason to be affectionate like that.

Apart from you, the only person who broke this kind of protocol was someone he knew would be coming into his office in the next few minutes. And without thinking to wait for a call or a message, or even a sign that he was coming in, the door was flung open.

The playful smile on Jaeyun's lips indicated that he had heard something in the corridors of the company.

“What's up, Mr. wide smile?” he hummed after closing the door, his hands in the pockets of his dress pants as he walked slowly over to Jongseong's desk.

“Are they commenting yet?” he snorted, throwing the paper on the table and stretching back in his chair.

“She said you have a beautiful smile” Jaeyun bit his lower lip to stop himself from laughing at his best friend's pained expression as he walked over to the table and sat down in the armchair right in front of his best friend and company owner “I think you should smile more, you know?”

“And I think you should fuck off—”

“Hey, is that how you talk to the vice president? How disrespectful” the other pretended to be offended, his posture mimicking Jongseong's in the chair, throwing all his weight on the back of the armchair while sighing heavily.

Sim Jaeyun had been Jongseong's best friend for as long as he could remember. Remembering Jaeyun running around at company parties when neither of them knew how to add two and two together. He had a tooth missing when he greeted Jongseong for the first time and asked him to play in the middle of a gigantic crystal fountain in a particularly large hall. When Jongseong and Jaeyun broke the statue and fell into the fountain, getting wet from head to toe, it was there that he knew for sure that this boy would be his best friend.

That's why he had asked him to be vice-president of the company because there was no one better than Jaeyun to help him with his business. He had always been by Jongseong's side and seen him through all the good and bad times, where Jongseong wasn't ashamed to be vulnerable around Jaeyun, let alone show the side of him that almost no one knew about.

That's why it was impossible to remain serious around his best friend, even in the workplace. Jongseong didn't like being in the same environment as Jaeyun for too long, especially in meetings, because he knew that at some point his best friend would say something that would make him crack up and laugh at the same time. That was one of the reasons why the two of them hardly had any meetings together, even if Jaeyun did manage to get them together once in a while to talk to some employees.

“Do you know what I was thinking?” Jaeyun asked.

“And you were thinking?” the other joked, receiving Jaeyun's middle finger affectionately and a grimace soon after, making him laugh jokingly.

“We have less than a week until the Swedish partner's welcome dinner” he sighed happily. Jaeyun liked dinners because the buffet was always very well served and he knew that someone always remembered to put out the appetizers he liked. Good champagne and he would judge people's clothes along with you because he knew Jongseong would take it. Jaeyun was sure of it, he made friends with you so easily that it was like a perfect fit that you had come into his best friend's life. Because Jongseong would never say anything about anyone else, even though she was completely underdressed. But Jaeyun knew that you would drop a comment and laugh at something he said because you and he were Jongseong's karma. In a good way.

“And what does that mean? We're going together as a couple again?” it was Jongseong's turn to ask, making his best friend roll his eyes.

“First of all— Ew” he pretended to shudder with disgust, but there were countless times that the two of them went to dinner together. One because neither of them had any thoughts of dating or anything like that, and two because it was cooler to be with his best friend “Secondly, I thought you'd take Y/n. You have to take her!”

“Why?” Jaeyun noticed that Jongseong hesitated a little. His posture shifted in his chair as he uttered his name in the middle of the conversation. He thought his best friend would be happy about the mention and how much Jaeyun liked you, practically a sister-in-law to him. But he saw the company owner's expression change a little.

“Because, well… she's your girlfriend?” it seemed obvious to say something like that, Jongseong wanted to slap himself for acting like that, even more so in front of Jaeyun “And because it's a company event, it's your chance to bring her closer to the gossips who say you treat her badly.”

Jongseong hated how oblivious and sincere his best friend was. The words came out of the other with no intention of hurting or offending, and he knew it. But he also knew how sincere the boy was being because although Jongseong had never been so open about his personal life, having you around where almost everyone – or everyone – from his company was, would be a good opportunity to at least show that he cared about you. Not as he would have liked because you were in public, but he would have tried.

“I don't know why I'm bothering with this, honestly” he put his hands over his face, his voice coming out muffled and he holding back the overwhelming urge to shout. Jongseong was sincere when he said it and he knew that his best friend understood, after all, he had known him almost all his life.

“Maybe it's because you really love her and can't stand the idea of people making things up about you dating her” was another naked truth coming out of the mouth of the world's most sincere best friend, whom Jongseong felt incredibly lucky to have. He took his hands away from his face, letting them rest on his lap as he looked at the boy in front of him.

That was completely true, and also because you were the first person who took him out of the CEO posture and saw him only as Park Jongseong. You saw him as someone other than a suit and tie, expensive clothes, and a closed face. You smiled so beautifully at him that it was then that Jongseong knew he should marry you.

“I hate you” was the only thing he managed to say to Jaeyun, hearing his best friend's laugh after a big thud on the table. He had slapped the thick wood a few times to celebrate that he was right.

“Now that I've convinced you to take Y/n to dinner, I'm going to send her a message” Jaeyun stood up.

“What? You're going to text my girlfriend and say what?” Jongseong narrowed his eyes at the boy.

“I want to ask if that best friend of hers is available… What's her name again?” Jongseong listened to Jaeyun speak several names until he guessed the name of his best friend, whom he had seen a few times when the two of you went out together somewhere more relaxed.

Jongseong genuinely laughed at this, Jaeyun's intentions always being serious, but with a comic undertone that took away all the weight of working hard all week. He watched his best friend walk out of the office humming something without saying another word, leaving him there with a smile on his lips and the thought of introducing you to a sea of people next week.

Jongseong had parked in front of your apartment countless times, waiting for you to come down and walk out the door as gracefully as ever. This time something seemed different and he knew he was too nervous – and unnecessarily so. It was just a dinner he was tired of being at, with boring people, although the subjects were really necessary. He was cordial and polite to partners and future investors, waving and greeting people who were as rich as he was just to make an average while sipping some expensive drink he didn't even care about.

Having you by his side that night would make things a little different. Jongseong didn't know if it had been a good idea to invite you to that dinner, he knew it was a world you weren't used to, although he never said he felt uncomfortable knowing how much he was part of it. Your life, completely opposite to his, was what gave grace and balance to the relationship between the two of you. While Jongseong was counting the company's millions in revenue, wearing a suit worth almost a hundred thousand and always with his hair combed with gel and straightened, you were the opposite. A baggy, comfortable suit soiled with some kind of paint or clay, your hair curled or tied up however, you could manage, inside a room full of art and paintings that you sold everywhere or gave lessons on how to make a good canvas painting. You made your money quietly and unhurriedly, while Jongseong needed figures and results the moment he opened a spreadsheet on his computer.

While he was serious and had no chance for a relaxed smile, you smiled at everyone and greeted anyone who passed in front of you. Your good mood was recognized by Jongseong the day you met, in the coffee shop you shared – in secret – because he knew it was the only quiet place, while you liked the aroma of the coffee and the few people who went there. He was in such a hurry the day he entered that establishment that he didn't see you and knocked over all the coffee you had just paid for.

There was no way he could have cursed you, after all, it was his fault because he didn't look where he was going. He didn't wait for you to pass and even made you waste your drink. Looking in your direction, you kept a smile on your face, even though your T-shirt was dirty with iced caramel coffee. Apologies wouldn't be enough for him to make up for what had happened, so buying you another coffee would be the least he could do. But as soon as he sat down at the table to wait for the compensation coffee, he was surprised by your good humor and smooth talk.

As if you weren't intimidated by him and how well-dressed he was in front of you. Nor did you care that your coffee was sticking to your shirt by now and the smell of caramel was invading the conversation you were both having. Jongseong never thought it would be so easy to talk to someone until he met you. Until he fell in love with you so naturally that he wanted to see you even more every day.

Jongseong sighed slowly, feeling nostalgic for the first day he laid eyes on you. How lucky he was that everything had turned out the way it had… He was overcome by that feeling until he stared at the entrance to your building. There you were. As beautiful as he remembered you to be. So perfect walking towards him while carefully holding the scarf that covered your shoulders to keep the wind from hitting you as the night went on. Although you were covered by his blazer by the end of the night, though.

“Hey” you said as soon as you got close enough, giving that smile that Jongseong was sure was his fuel for anything.

“Hey, darling” Jongseong said back, stretching out his hand enough to touch your waist over the dress. The silk making contact with his skin and the softness of the fabric made him smile. It hugged his body so perfectly that Jongseong was beginning to wonder if he should take you like that.

“Do you like it? Jake helped me choose, he said you'd like this color” your pout was soon broken by his lips, a quick kiss without much depth since you were both still out of the car. Jongseong took a good look again. The navy blue silk highlighted everything about you; from the color of your eyes, the tone of your hair, and even the tone of your skin. He certainly liked that color.

“He knows me on this” Jongseong kissed your lips once more, his other hand going to your face to caress your cheeks and feel the softness of your skin this time “You look stunning, baby.”

“I'm glad you liked it, love” you thanked him, and it was your turn to kiss him quickly to pull away and pull him into the car. You didn't know what time dinner would start on the dot, but you were sure that Jongseong couldn't be late, after all, he was the CEO. He would need to be there a little earlier as he had to welcome the guests and greet a world of important people.

He wasn't a difficult person for you to read, ever since you first met, so this evening it was easy for you to notice how nervous Jongseong seemed. From getting into the car and holding your thigh as his drove, to arriving at the dinner space and getting out of the car with you. Everything seemed to move in slow motion and every time you saw him look in your direction, his adam's apple would jiggle a little more, indicating that Jongseong was swallowing dry for some reason. A reason you couldn't think of. Perhaps asking Jaeyun would be a good idea since he was with Bonnie, your best friend. The two of them were relaxed with each other and would be your company while Jongseong went off to greet the first business partners of the evening.

“Do you two want something to drink?” Jaeyun asked when he found the table that the four of you would be sitting at for the rest of the evening, with only Jongseong left to join you.

“You can bring me whatever you're drinking” Bonnie smiled at Jaeyun, who smiled back.

“I think I'll take a water.”

“What?” Jaeyun's expression contorted, a grimace appearing as he wrinkled his forehead at you while sticking out his tongue “We have so many nice drinks and you're going to ask me for water? Please, Y/n.”

“That's right Y/n, how about the three of us have a drink together?” Bonnie tried to cheer you up with Jaeyun's help. If denying your best friend was a difficult task, having someone else do it made it even worse.

You weren't able to say anything else before Jaeyun left in search of a really good drink in addition to a glass of water. Meanwhile, the moment passed in complete silence between you and your best friend, because she knew you needed some time to yourself. That environment was something different for you and knowing that the stares you received were because you were known as the CEO's girlfriend. What would they think of you… that you were a gold-digger? Or did Jongseong's employees even know about the solid relationship you and he had?

It was clear that he acted strangely when it came to you and his working environment, and it was something you didn't question or care much about. Because you didn't meet Park Jongseong, the CEO. You met Jay, Jongie, the loving man who smiled at you no matter what situation he faced that day. The man with the warmest hugs and the best kiss you've ever tasted in your life.

Much of that dinner was a blur to you after Jaeyun brought some drinks and the three of you chatted about various things, with a little time left over to judge the outfits of people who swore they looked great in that space. But in fact, they were dressed so strangely. Like… Even you, who had never been to such a fancy dinner before, knew how to dress – although Jaeyun helped you with the choice because he knew what Jongseong liked – but that was no excuse! You looked much better than the people who were the talk of the table.

Jongseong had finally joined the table and the conversation between him and Bonnie was pleasant, making you feel good that your boyfriend got on well with your best friend. Just as you and Jaeyun had gotten along. Your boyfriend kept his hand on your thigh under the table, stroking your leg as the conversation between him and your best friend flowed smoothly. The tender touch of Jongseong's fingers, was a silent way of telling you that he was there for you, even though his perfume was everywhere. At least to you, who could tell exactly what he smelled like?

You looked at Jongseong's profile, his sharp jaw and plump lips making your heart race. The way his dimples appeared every time he smiled at something the other two at the table said made your heart leap a little more than usual in your boyfriend's presence. You got so lost in his face, in Jongseong's stunning beauty that you didn't notice when he abandoned his conversation with Jaeyun and Bonnie to look in your direction.

“Admiring?” Jongseong said, a low tone knowing that you would hear it anyway because of how close you had to each other.

“Feeling lucky, maybe” you shrugged, noticing him leaning towards you. His face a few centimeters away from yours, Jongseong's gaze lowered to your lips and then back to your eyes.

“Lucky for what?” he asked, shifting his gaze back and forth between your eyes and your mouth. The way he did it was so natural, yet it made you boil with shyness. Your cheeks would already be visibly flushed if it weren't for the make-up masking it and the amount of alcohol you'd drunk. You could blame it on Jaeyun and Bonnie.

“For having you with me” you finally replied, causing Jongseong's gallant exterior to crumble and giving way to the man with the silly smile and passionate gaze. He leaned in a little closer, his forehead touching yours and the tip of his nose brushing against yours.

Even if you knew that that intimate touch was the furthest the two of you had gone in front of everyone, you didn't know that practically all of his employees would be watching and commenting on it. Seeing how enamored Jongseong seemed to be with that simple touch.

“If I'm going to count myself lucky on this, then I'm the luckiest man on the planet” with a final whisper, he was ready to kiss your lips. Tasting the flavor of the drinks you'd had that night and how the fruity ones would have tasted on your tongue against his if it hadn't been for the mere interruption.

“Sorry to disturb you” Jongseong felt your breath quicken against your face, slowly pulling away so that he could straighten up and pay attention to whoever was calling him. And so he did. Sitting properly next to you as he had before, his hand still lingering on your leg as he looked at the middle-aged man standing behind Jaeyun's chair “I didn't mean to interrupt the guys, but I need you two with a so-called investor near the bar. Can you accompany me?”

A company dinner with business at a time that didn't need to happen. Jongseong and Jaeyun hated being president and vice president at this time.

“Will you wait for me for a few minutes?” he turned towards you, his eyes meeting yours effortlessly. The intense glare in your gaze made Jongseong unable to control himself even a little, so he leaned in and captured your lips without waiting for you to give anything away.

It was no lie to say that Jongseong had the best kiss in the world, even more so when he started caressing your lips with his cracked lips. The muscle of Jongseong's tongue came into contact with yours slowly and gradually, tasting the light fruitiness of the cocktail you'd had a while ago. He knew he would taste it, knew it would match the slow kiss you two shared. Unfortunately for both of you, the time had come to pull away and Jongseong did so with a small smile as he noticed the surprise on your face at having such a sudden kiss.

You held back the urge to laugh when Jaeyun came out and slapped Jongseong on the shoulder in excitement at the kiss that had just taken place. You caught a glimpse of the best friends pestering each other as, together, they walked to the bar where there were a few men much older than the two of them.

“I guess it's just you and me now, dear best friend” Bonnie moved between the chairs to sit next to you, facing the bar where the two boys had arrived a few minutes before. She slowly laid her head on your shoulder, feeling the weight of your head resting on hers straight away.

“How about some more cocktails? I loved what Jake brought us both.”

“That's how you say it. That's my Y/n!” she celebrated, raising her head and making you raise yours too. Bonnie's smile infected yours, along with her excitement at getting up from the table and going after another cocktail to face the rest of the night.

Jongseong's eyes were asking for help as he looked at Jaeyun and saw him order another glass of whiskey from the old man sitting between them. The deal had been made a long time ago, but the older man insisted on drinking a little more to celebrate. He didn't even want to celebrate more than he should have, one glass of whiskey was enough and Jongseong just wanted to go back to sitting at your table, be in your arms, and get out of that dinner.

Thinking about you and how much he missed you, he turned towards the table where you were supposed to be with Bonnie, expecting to see you talking to your best friend. But what Jongseong found was an empty table and nothing but the empty glasses that you all drank before leaving there.

He looked around, looking for some sign from you or Bonnie so he could have an excuse with which he could walk away, say that one of you two needed his help with something and get Jaeyun out of there too.

Jongseong was starting to get nervous without seeing you for more than two minutes, no sign of you anywhere. Then he looked at Jaeyun, as tired and bored as he was. Waving to his best friend as a silent request to leave, neither of them thought much other than to give a small excuse to the old man and walk away.

“What’s wrong, man?” Jaeyun whispered as the two of them walked away, looking at the table where the two of you should be and finding it empty “Oh, I see” then he started to search the place together with Jongseong.

“I think we can split up for a bit, maybe” he suggested as he started to get impatient. He had already walked through the long dining room and not a single solid spark from you or Bonnie. He sighed heavily, Jaeyun looking around before landing his eyes on his best friend.

“The second floor has some rooms from what the organization people said” he answered to Jongseong “Do you want to look there and I’ll go outside to see if the girls went out for some air?”

“Great idea, I’ll go up,” Jongseong said.

Climbing the stairs two at a time, he didn’t know he was capable of being as fast on a staircase as he was at that moment. The second floor was huge and he would spare no effort to open each door to get a signal. Maybe one of you two was drunk and needed some help and wouldn’t be able to speak. Jongseong thought he should have left someone from the company to keep an eye on you at least, so he would know where you were just by asking. But that annoying man rented his and Jaeyun’s time in such a long and tiring way that he didn’t even have time to think.

“Park Jongseong?” he didn’t want to see anyone right now other than you, but the call of his name made him turn towards the vast and empty corridor. Jongseong looked at the woman who was approaching, an eyebrow raised and a smile on her lips that made him wonder what was going on in her head.

“Yes, it’s me” he tried to sound as cordial as possible, as he did with everyone he talked to that night. The woman took a few more steps before stopping dangerously in front of Jongseong, her hand stopping halfway as she wondered whether or not she should raise it and touch him.

“I was looking for you.”

“Looking for me? What would be the reason?” he asked, a little confused when she took another step and Jongseong felt his back hit the wall furiously.

“I can breathe a sigh of relief because my husband finally closed a deal with you” her hand ran down his chest to the top button of his shirt, where she quickly unbuttoned it. Jongseong would have raised his hand to close it and push her away, but the woman was so close that any movement could make him touch some part of her body that he didn’t want to do at all. “That way I can go to your office often. Such a wonderful view…” she held his face between her hands, this time there was no way to think and Jongseong touched her hands to push her away, mentally cursing himself for touching the skin of another woman who wasn’t you.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think you understand” he tried not to sound as nervous as he was, breathing deeply so that his tone wouldn’t falter and remain serious. Jongseong looked at the woman who was trying to maintain an innocent look, which didn’t match what she wanted to do. “I closed a deal with your husband because the offer was great. And I have a girlfriend, so—”

“Oh, don’t be silly, Jongseong” she laughed. “That doesn’t work in the business world…”

He felt sorry for the man who had married her because if this was happening here, Jongseong couldn’t count how many times the woman in front of him had slept with her husband’s business partners. Did she think she would do that to him now? It made his stomach churn at the thought.

Jongseong looked ahead, looking for some sign that she was backing away so he could gently push her away and leave as quickly as possible. But again, the woman didn’t seem to give up and held his face tighter. Her perfectly painted and aligned nails dug into his skin strangely and painfully. Jongseong wanted to scream and tell all etiquette and manners to go to hell, he just wanted to get out of there. The woman stood on her tiptoes and leaned in to kiss him, but he was faster. His face turned in the opposite direction to hers to feel her lipsticked lips touching near the final line of his jaw.

This was something he would have to explain to you, the lipstick mark on your skin or any mark on your face that would have been left if you weren't at the end of the hallway. He felt his chest burn and his eyes widen when your figure was there, standing there and completely confused. Jongseong found some strength to push the woman in front of him without caring about any explanation. The only thing on his mind was to run towards you even though you were running in the opposite direction this time.

“Y/n, wait!” he shouted as loud as he could, running through the hallways until he came down the stairs after you. Jongseong didn’t know how you were so fast after a few cocktails, not even he was able to catch up to you.

The sea of people flooded the hall and the entrance, coming in and out, walking in all directions. But he was focused on your figure heading outside, so that’s where he would head without thinking twice.

“Y/n, please listen to me” Jongseong shouted once more, his breath hitching as he continued running towards you until he saw that there was no escape for you anymore. The parking lot wall is the barrier to stop you from continuing to move away from him “Love, I—”

“Don’t call me that, please” by the tone of your voice he knew that you were holding back tears, and it hurt to know that it was because of him. Because of what you had seen. But what Jongseong wanted most was to explain to you everything that had happened.

“I call you because you’re my love” he continued, walking towards you even though you still had your back to him. Hearing each step of your boyfriend getting closer and closer until his warmth was against your back, “Can you turn around to face me, please?”

As much as he wanted to hold you, turn you around, and kiss you to get rid of any thoughts, he knew he had no right to do that at that moment. So he waited patiently until you turned around, finding your face blurred by tears and your eyes slightly red.

Jongseong hated himself so much at that moment. He hated himself more than anything in the world.

“Did you see everything that happened?” he asked, seeing you nod slowly, “Did you see that I tried to push her away—”

“Jongseong” he froze in place, it was his turn to widen his eyes because you never called him Jongseong. Even when you were mad at him, his name never left your lips. That hurt more than seeing you cry.

“Don’t call me that, you never call me Jongseong.”

“Jongseong” you repeated, your lower lip trembling and your eyes burning a little more. The nail marks on his cheek were still evident. You had seen everything from the beginning, since when that disgusting woman showed interest in your boyfriend thinking he would be another one she would sleep with. The shock had been so great that you hadn’t been able to scream to push her away or do anything, so it was only when your boyfriend walked away that your presence had been noticed in that hallway. You just wanted to find a bathroom to use, anyway, and ended up finding the worst scene that you wanted to forget now “If this happens at a dinner I've been invited to, I wonder what must have happened on the nights you were alone since we started dating.”

“What? Honey, no—”

Your broken sob was the last thing he heard before you walked away again. The desire he had at that moment was to go back to that hallway and make that woman tell him the whole truth about things. Jongseong had never been through a situation like that, the shock running through every fiber of his body as the vivid image of your face contorted in pain and sadness broke him more and more.

“Fuck” he threw his head back, wanting to scream as loud as he could until that horrible feeling passed. Even though he knew it wouldn’t.

Two weeks had passed, and Jaeyun counted on the calendar on his desk and his cell phone. Today was the end of two weeks exactly in which Jongseong had not left the office for anything. Meetings were postponed or only attended by Jaeyun. Calls were answered only by his secretary, with the answers to reschedule visits or that he was not available at the moment. And seeing him in the company hallways? No one did that. Jongseong would arrive an hour before everyone else arrived, only the security guards were able to find him wandering the hallways before entering the confines of his office and leaving an hour after work ended. He didn't want to be disturbed by anything.

"This is getting worrying" Jaeyun looked at his best friend's secretary. Yuna was a cool intern – and a gossip – but not in a bad way, she was the one who passed on all the information to him while Jongseong didn't participate in it. Jaeyun was a more relaxed boss, according to her.

“He postponed another meeting for next week” Yuna looked at the notes of all the interactions she had with the boss and owner of the company. Each message was written down with details and the times the contacts had happened, all so she could keep him informed later. “Do you think we should do something?”

“What if I go to his office?” Jaeyun asked her.

“Mr. Sim, you know that—” she hesitated a little, unsure of what to say, but when Jaeyun continued, Yuna knew she wasn’t that wrong.

“We won’t know without trying, right? And he can’t fight me for this, don’t worry” Jaeyun smiled at the girl and pushed herself off the counter of her desk, walking to Jongseong’s office. He missed the sigh of distress that Yuna gave, knowing the boss and owner of that entire building well. Jongseong would probably scold Jaeyun for bothering him like he did two days ago when Jaeyun insisted that he go out at least to eat something.

With a determined sigh, Jaeyun didn't even need to knock on the door and entered the room like he always did. This time just opening the door wide and walking in.

“I told you to get out of here, Jaeyun” the other didn't even need to take his eyes off the computer to know that, once again, his best friend was trying to interact.

“Since when do you call me Jaeyun, you shit?” he walked over to Jongseong's desk, looking around and noticing the mountain of trash and takeout food. His best friend wasn't like that, never had been. This was worrying him to an absurd level and he didn't know what to do.

Or he did know, he just wanted to test it a little and see how far he could go.

“Since when do you disobey my orders” Jongseong finally looked at him. Dark circles under his eyes and eyes almost screaming for a minute of rest where he could lay his head on the pillow and get some sleep. Jaeyun wondered how long his best friend slept each night to be like that. “Now, please, get out of my office.”

“No” he replied, making Jongseong’s eyes widen. “What? Did I stutter, Jongseong?” leaning on the table, his hands in front of his body and his head down, Jaeyun looked at him a little more seriously. Looking away across the table, Park Jongseong hated how much the boy in front of him knew him so well. He didn’t want to be like that and he also didn’t want anyone to see him like that.

“Jake, go to your office, please?”

“Only if you go home, take a shower, and get some sleep” he said. Jongseong gave a sad smile, really wanting things to be that simple. That he could get at least a little sleep, but every time he laid his head on the pillow, the image of your face came to his mind.

The first few nights, Jongseong could still see the sadness in your eyes and your last words to him before running away. Then he forced himself to think about the good times you shared during the time you were together. Your smile and your touch that he missed so much. The way you called him and told him your feelings in a melody so beautiful that it was the sound of your voice. Jongseong was lost without you.

“That’s not going to happen…”

“Either you go home, or I—”

“What?” he asked, interrupting Jaeyun in the same second.

He seemed to think for a moment, pondering whether to say what was on his mind or leave Jongseong on the edge of curiosity. He decided to go for the second option and pushed himself away from the table.

“You’re leaving this room today, wait for me” he said finally, walking through the room until he left without giving his friend a chance to answer.

It was all or nothing, he needed to do this even if it cost him something that Jaeyun didn’t even know what it was. But the sadness and worry of seeing his best friend like that was even greater than anything, so he would risk everything to make Jongseong leave that room that day.

“So?” Yuna asked curiously, looking at Jaeyun with expectation and excitement. She knew that the two were best friends and could get everything from each other.

“I couldn’t get him to leave there” he began saying, seeing that she was getting a little disappointed with what she was hearing. But as soon as Jaeyun took the cell phone in his hands, continuing to talk, Yuna smiled along with him, “But I know someone who can get everything from him.”

The sound of the computer keyboard combined with the traffic outside the building was the only sound Jongseong had heard for almost forty minutes. No interruptions from his best friend or his secretary. No one had contacted him through Yuna, much less asked to speak to him. It was incredibly peaceful, although his mind was in turmoil.

Jongseong was grateful for the amount of work that occupied his mind for most of the day, although he needed to review some documents since he got lost every time he looked at the photo on the table. Your face in it made him sigh and stop for a few minutes, messing up his hair and wondering what was going on. He wished he could go back in time and simply switch places with Jaeyun and go look for you and Bonnie downstairs. Or better yet, not accept the deal with that man and not have to deal with his freakish unfaithful wife.

Everything would be in perfect condition and Jongseong wouldn't have lost you like that. He felt incomplete and unhappy, just like he used to before he met you.

Jongseong's thoughts screamed self-deprecation. He would have continued doing this for the rest of the day if he hadn't been interrupted by a knock on the door. It wasn't Jaeyun, he was sure of that. His best friend never knocked on his door. It could only be Yuna, and she wasn't to blame for what was happening, so when he politely asked her to come in, Jongseong wasn't surprised to see her standing with the door open.

“Mr. Park, sorry to bother you” she began, almost as if it had been rehearsed during those two weeks when Jongseong had asked her not to be disturbed. He knew she was making an effort to keep him informed of everything even though he didn't want to be there.

“Do you need anything?” he asked her.

“There's an urgent visitor for you” Yuna pressed her lips together, a little hesitant. Jongseong frowned for a moment, not remembering anyone who was an urgent visitor for him.

“Is this another one of Jaeyun’s works? Because if it is…” when Yuna didn’t answer, Jongseong knew his best friend was involved in this. He sighed heavily, taking his hands away from the computer and throwing his head back. “Okay, send Jaeyun’s visitor in, then.”

The last time Jaeyun had mentioned an urgent visitor, he had taken Sunghoon and Heeseung into Jongseong’s office so they could drink bottles of soju since he couldn’t leave until he signed the last report of the week. He didn’t want to drink right now, no drop of alcohol would be able to take away what he was feeling. He appreciated his best friend’s attempts even if he didn’t know if it would work this time.

But Jongseong should also know that Jaeyun never messed around. Not when it came to getting what he wanted since the two had become friends since they were little. When he heard Jaeyun say that he would get out of that office at any cost, he didn't know that the boy would appeal and call for you. You were standing at the door of Jongseong's office now.

“Make yourself at home, Miss Y/n” Yuna’s voice brought Jongseong back to reality as soon as she said your name, waving in your direction and smiling widely as she left you there, closing the door to leave just you and him inside the room.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” he almost stumbled over his own words, stuttering a little as he abruptly got up from the table, dropping some papers. Jongseong tried to fix some strands of his hair, which was certainly more disheveled than when he woke up.

“Jaeyun called me” as he heard your voice for the first time, almost like a song hypnotizing him, Jongseong walked around the table and approached you in slow steps. Looking your body up and down, your loose and casual clothes, just as he remembered, making you so beautiful that he swore he felt his heart swell even more. “Aren’t you eating, Jongseong?”

Now his heart could shrink in size when he heard you call him Jongseong again, falling back into the reality of the state you two were in at that moment. But he didn't care, he wanted to be close to you, so he stopped in front of you and let you look at him.

Apart from you, only Jaeyun was capable of that, of looking so closely. So he let you examine every particle of his face. From his unkempt skin to his tired eyes. His disheveled hair and his shirt looked like they hadn't been ironed or cared for in a few days as if Jongseong had just taken the same fabric and put it on in the rush of the moment.

“Sorry, I—” his adam's apple moved as he searched for the right words to answer you, feeling his eyes burn when he looked at you so closely “I don't want to leave the office, so…”

“So you're leaving now” you wanted to be firm at that moment, but you were as broken as he was.

When Jaeyun called you and asked for help, you had already been planning to see Jongseong for a few days. Your anger had already passed and you managed to cool your head about everything that had happened, talking to Bonnie and listening to the story Jaeyun told her about what had happened. It matched exactly what you saw from the beginning. Jongseong was not and never had been a cheater and a betrayer, you knew that. But your emotions were so intense that you could only think of the worst and wanted to push him away, although you didn't know that the result of that would be the man in front of you like that.

“What?” he asked.

“Let's go home” Jongseong almost moaned tearfully when your hand touched his face, letting a tear escape due to the sudden contact. Pulling his face close, you felt his forehead touch yours “You go take a shower, I'll cook something and then we can talk, okay?”

“As you wish” he replied, his voice choked and his breath mixed with yours due to the closeness you two were in.

You reluctantly walked away, looking around and sighing at the carelessness of the place Jongseong had left. You felt guilty for getting him into that state, all it took was one phone call for him to come and meet you and the two of you to sort things out. But you also knew that if you had done it earlier, it might not have been the right time and you both might not be able to talk. You preferred not to think about what could have been and just focus on what was happening now.

Jongseong approached the chair and grabbed his blazer, throwing it over his arm and turning off the computer screen. Spreadsheets and files were being saved automatically and he wouldn't have to worry about that, because he was finally leaving his office with you.

Your steps were slow in front of him as if you were waiting for him to catch up with you until you reached the door to his office. Looking over your shoulder, you gave a small smile when you saw him standing right behind you. Then your actions were almost automatic, reaching out your hand for Jongseong to hold. He intertwined his fingers with yours. Your soft, velvety skin contrasted with the roughness of his hand, sending a shiver through both of your bodies.

Your grip between his fingers was enough to make Jongseong smile a little, his heart almost jumping out of his mouth at your smile for him. With your free hand, you opened the door, going out first and taking Jongseong with you out of the room.

“Shit, I knew it” Jaeyun almost shouted along with Yuna when he saw you leave the room hand in hand with Jongseong. The two of them looked like teenagers watching a couple of friends make it work because Jaeyun and Yuna clapped their hands against each other in a funny celebration.

“Yuna?” Jongseong called for the secretary, causing her and Jaeyun’s celebration to be quickly interrupted. “Tomorrow I’m going to take the day off, rest… Can you pass my demands on to Jaeyun?”

“Sure, Mr. Park” she smiled at you and Jongseong. Jaeyun didn’t even care that he would have double the work to do. If that meant his best friend would be resting, then he would be fine.

“Thank you” Jaeyun hissed at you as Jongseong turned his back to head to the company elevators. You thanked him back, waving to Yuna as well and following Jongseong to the path he needed to take.

A lighter mood settled between the two of you and even spread to Jaeyun and Yuna. The boy was right when he said that you would be the one to get Jongseong out of that place. He should have bet with Yuna that this would happen because he would have won. But the only thing he got was extra work for an entire day.

But as Jaeyun thought, he wasn’t going to complain about that. His best friend’s rest, combined with the well-being of his relationship, was all the boy wanted to happen.

Vulnerability was something that wasn't part of Jongseong's vocabulary until he met you. Before, he was able to handle professional pressures well, finding some amusement when people in the business flirted with him or Jaeyun. Nothing had ever happened, they were both too professional for that, but it always ended up being a topic of conversation for Jongseong the next morning. He also didn't let the few breakups he had gotten him down, managing to settle down and focus on what was most important: his company with Jaeyun.

But as soon as he met you, a lot of things started to change. Jongseong couldn't find people's boldness funny anymore, although he preferred to keep his personal life very private. He didn't cut Jaeyun off when his best friend said that the future Mrs. Park would be waiting. No partner or investor knew your name, but they knew about you just by the way he talked about you.

Jongseong also didn't know if those two weeks had been a real breakup between you and him or if it was just time you needed to get your head together. The only thing he was sure of was that it had hurt him in a way he had never been able to feel before. The anguish and fear of losing you were overwhelming. Jongseong didn't know what to do or what to think, leaving almost all the time lost in thoughts about you and being guided by Jaeyun when he needed some direction in the middle of work for a few minutes.

But as soon as you showed up at his office, showing concern and that you were there, he was able to respond with relief. Driving home with you in the passenger seat, constantly hearing you ask if he was hungry and what he wanted to eat. That was the most distant dream he had ever imagined living with you. The little things – after such a difficult time – made the boy feel luckier and luckier.

He came out of the shower with damp hair after what seemed like an eternity between going to the market to buy what was missing – Jongseong ignored your scolding after he said he hadn't done any food shopping in those two weeks – and arriving carrying the groceries, leaving you in the kitchen to prepare everything. He wanted to go with you, to watch you cook what you two had agreed on. But he also didn't want to be a hypocrite and say he wasn't tired. All the adrenaline mixed with all the distressing feelings Jongseong felt during that time were replaced by the calm that your presence brought to him, so taking a long shower was the only thing he should be concerned about at that moment. Your words after he went upstairs to his room.

Now that everything was finished, he could go down and meet you in the kitchen, guided by the delicious smell of curry that couldn't be missing from that recipe. Jongseong tried not to make any noise as he came down and stopped at the kitchen door, watching you. The care with which you prepared, your quick smiles as you chopped up a spice or added another ingredient to the pan. That was more valuable than anything he could ever have in life.

“Jongseong, what a scare!” you said as soon as you noticed his presence, making his smile widen even more. Taking slow steps, he entered the kitchen and walked a little further until he stopped next to you. Leaning his forehead on your shoulder and inhaling your scent now. The scent he missed even more if he had to admit it. “Are you hungry?” you asked.

“A little” he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his hands on your belly and breathing slowly. “Is it ready yet?”

“Yes, I promise” You smiled even though he wasn’t seeing it. Your speed in the kitchen was enviable, but he knew you did everything in the best way you could just so he could get out of the shower with the food already prepared, needing a real meal.

Between the moment he hugged you and the moment the meal was finally ready, everything passed like a blur for Jongseong. Eating in silence by your side, enjoying the good food and the glances and smiles at each other. He made sure to hold your hand between bites, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb and listening to you sigh beside him, everything so perfectly that if it had been Jongseong's delusion and he was still in the office, he wouldn't want to wake up.

“You—” he started to say, you were focused on putting the dishes in the sink and soon turned to him after the two of you finished eating “Do you mind spending the night here with me?”

He looked away after asking, afraid of any reaction from you. Jongseong took a step back to give you space in case you wanted to leave, but he was surprised when he heard you call him slowly.

“Do you want to go upstairs to rest now?” your question could already be a complete answer to him, Jongseong wouldn't even argue anymore. You would stay, he was sure of it.

Pulling you close to him by holding one of your hands, he was content to just guide you to the bedroom upstairs. Without saying a single word for fear he would ask you something and you would go back and leave him there alone. Jongseong wouldn't be able to face that house without you for so long. Even though you didn't live with him yet, at least before your visits were frequent, maybe even overnight stays. But for two weeks, you both lost that.

As soon as you both entered the bedroom, he went straight to the closet to look for something. You waited patiently, walking around the bed and going near the table where he usually got ready before going to work or going out. The smell of the mix of strong perfumes with Jongseong's after-shower scent was incredible. Everything in that room screamed his name and how the particularities of a serious man were completely guarded when he was with you.

“Here it is” he approached you, a piece of cloth in his hands that was only identified by your eyes when he stopped in front of you. It was one of the loose shirts he lent you to wear when you slept here.

No expensive pajamas or lace things, he knew that, your essence could not be bought. And he didn’t even want to. It was this difference between you and him that made the boy fall even more in love with you.

In silence, you began to undress, not caring about Jongseong’s eyes on your body or any corner he wanted to stare at. You, on the other hand, never took your eyes off his face. Wanting to catch every and any reaction as you took off your clothes, remaining only in your panties. Taking the shirt from his hand and easily pulling it over your head and letting the fabric fall on your body.

“Let’s lie down, you need it” you whispered to him, looking him up and down and seeing the small effect you began to have on him. Between the sweetness of the relationship between the two of you, you knew that you were the one who provoked Jongseong the most in this regard, and being away for so long was also making you miss him just as much as he missed you.

Feeling the soft fabric of his bed sheets and the blankets covering the two of you, Jongseong sighed. A sigh of relief as he wrapped one of his arms around your waist and pulled you close. His lips rested on your forehead before lowering his face and resting his forehead against yours this time.

“Do you want to listen to me now?” Jongseong asked you, trying to ignore the provocation from a few minutes ago and focus on something else. Maybe this conversation would be a good one.

“I… would love to” you pondered, but you knew he wanted to talk and that you had come there to talk too. So you let him tell you everything. Every little detail from the first word about how things happened.

You wouldn't hide from him that you had heard this from Jaehyun and Bonnie too, and how you had seen the scene from the beginning. But it happened like a shock and just like Jongseong, you had never experienced that kind of thing in a relationship. Not that you had many, but all the bad feelings invaded you, and dealing with it was something you couldn't do. So those two weeks had been frustrating, but at the same time necessary for you to think.

After all, your relationship with Jongseong was different from everything you and he had ever experienced before. The things that happened had to be dealt with between the two of you, so asking for his help or leaning on him on those occasions was the right thing to do.

“Thank you” he said after a while, his eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips, searching for any sign that you wanted to talk more or that you regretted talking to him. But the lightness in his expression said otherwise.

“For what, exactly?” you asked.

“For coming here and talking to me” Jongseong began speaking, his grip on your waist slowly softening and giving way to a caress with his fingertips as he lifted the fabric of your shirt to touch your skin. “For taking such good care of me” that innocent and sweet whisper went straight to your heart, but his hands against your skin were doing something else to you.

You had to act fast, not stay behind. The conversation between you had already happened and you needed to take care of him completely.

“But I didn’t take care of you enough” you whispered, feeling Jongseong’s affection stop quickly.

“What? What do you mean—” when your lips pressed against his, he knew what you were talking about.

Letting you kiss him now was the only thing he could handle. Your tongue slowly entered his mouth as Jongseong returned to caressing your waist, pulling your face closer, and pressing you against his chest. In that kiss, everything you two felt for each other during your relationship was transmitted, in addition to what you deprived each other of when you were apart.

Your hands slowly moved towards his chest, making their way slowly to tease him as you guided yourself to the drawstrings of the sweatpants he wore. Jongseong could only sigh and moan against your mouth, the feeling of your hand on his body sending electric shocks through every little fiber of his being.

In a slow but deliberate movement, Jongseong got between your legs and let you continue the path of your hand to his pants. Keeping up with your rhythm as his hands moved up the shirt you were wearing, revealing every part of your skin to him.

Jongseong ran his teeth over your lower lip, sucking on the fleshy flesh of your mouth when your hand finally found his cock still covered by his underwear. Moaning into your mouth had become a habit ever since you kissed him in bed. He made no effort to hide the sounds that were being caused by you. As soon as your hand grabbed the outline of his cock, Jongseong slowly ground his hips to force the length into your palm, so small and yet so strong against his throbbing cock.

“Fuck, Y/n” he moaned as he pulled away from your mouth, his chapped lips shiny with saliva sliding over your skin until they found their way to your neck. Placing small kisses on the area, going down to the particular spot between your neck and your earlobe, Jongseong left a small hickey. Smiling against your skin when you moaned in response, tightening your fingers around his cock.

“Jongseong, please” you asked hoarsely, right after your moan and trying not to falter in your tone. Knowing how impossible it was he teased you even more.

At your request, Jongseong lifted your shirt to below your breasts, enough so that the full view of your belly and panties were exposed to him. With his free hand, he took your hand off his dick and lowered his sweatshirt until he kicked it off his feet, leaving only the underwear and shirt he was still wearing.

“What do you want?” he asked, aligning the outline of his dick still covered by his underwear perfectly with the lips of your pussy covered by your wet and shiny panties. The shape was visible due to your arousal.

“I want—” you moaned loudly when the head of Jongseong’s dick hit your clit. It was sensitive and swollen, and you wanted nothing more than to be touched, but with that attitude, you knew your boyfriend had other plans.

“I asked…” Jongseong pressed his cock deeper into your clothed pussy, his slit covered in precum mixing with your essence as it made your panties even wetter along with his boxers. “What do you want?”

For lack of response, he knew the effect it had when he teased you like that. But Jongseong didn’t want things to end so quickly, so he lowered his boxers just enough to release his throbbing, aching cock. With the same hand, he traced the outline of your crotch where your panties were clinging, feeling the essence dripping from how wet you were.

He looked down for a moment, his fingers becoming almost transparent from how wet you were as he pulled your panties away. With his free hand, Jongseong ran his cock along the side of your panties, feeling the pressure of the fabric as he managed to place his length right above your clit.

“Fuck, you’re not going to— You’re not going to tease me like that” you whimpered a little too late because Jongseong began to thrust his hips slowly, making your pussy soak his entire length. With each touch of his cockhead to your clit, you wanted to cry out from the stimulation.

Jongseong swallowed a loud moan, the noise of excitement growing more intense as he soaked his entire cock in your pussy, his hips slowly moving enough.

“Why, hm?” he asked, his gaze lifting to yours as he picked up the pace. Your fucked out face could make Jongseong cum right there, without even having penetrated you yet. Your legs gripped tightly to his hips, following along as he moved back and forth, his cock stuck between your wet pussy and your panties that were starting to get stickier and stickier, almost transparent.

You pulled Jongseong by the neck, joining your lips to his as you felt him pick up the pace. The sound of his wet movements turned you on even more. His cock moved up and down your pussy as his pelvis reached its limit, only for you to soak his cock all over before his hips came back and did it all over again.

Your lungs screamed for air, but you didn't want to let his mouth go, so you kept it there just to feel Jongseong sharing the same air as you. Your brow furrowed as his pace became faster, more urgent. The shape of his mouth molding to yours, the side of his nose pressing against yours, and your foreheads still together as the two of you synchronized the movements of your hips.

Even though his cock wasn't inside you, Jongseong knew every sign your body had before he came. Every clench your pussy made around nothing and every slow spasm you indicated when you were close. Along with that, his shallow thrusts became erratic, and his nibbling on your lower lip became frantic.

“Jongie” you moaned, a request you didn’t know what it was. If it was for him to let you cum, if it was for him to not stop. You didn’t know, you could have a little bit of everything.

“Yeah, baby?” Jongseong kept his lips close to yours, his gaze never leaving yours because he wanted to look at you when you came.

“Don’t stop” you begged.

“I wasn’t intending to” he smiled with his mouth anchored to yours, his movements a little faster.

Jongseong’s thumb went to the base of his cock, making the completely wet glans – he couldn’t tell what was his pre-cum or his essence anymore – slide over your clit and down your pussy to your hole. He circled it once before penetrating you without any warning.

“Holy shit” you screamed at the sudden intrusion.

“Cum on my dick, baby” he begged, this time with a single strong thrust so that the head of his cock kissed your cervix, where he could reach.

The way your pussy tightened around his cock after so much stimulation and with just one thrust, you came like you had never done before. The trembling of your pussy walls was enough for Jongseong to cum in thick, strong jets inside you. The amount surprised him because he still came as he continued thrusting into you, hearing your whimpers knowing he was already overstimulating you.

Slowly he stopped moving his hips, the last drop of his cum inside you was released, and only then was Jongseong able to rest his body on yours, hugging you without pulling out of you yet.

“That was…”

“Intense” you finished his sentence, running your hands up your boyfriend’s strong arms until you held his face between your hands. The tender and calm look you gave him was nothing compared to what the two of you had shared seconds before.

“Can I ask you something?” he asked you, still panting as he struggled to pull out of your pussy. It was so warm and sheltering him so well, he didn’t want to leave anytime soon.

“Sure, whatever you want” you said.

He seemed to think about it for a moment, smiling slowly as he pulled out of you, careful not to overstimulate you. You both moaned together at the abandonment of your hips, but as soon as Jongseong’s body fell beside you, exhausted, you snuggled up to him and buried your face in the crook of his neck. His scent calmed you down a little more as your breathing became normal.

“Don’t ever call me Jongseong again” he said in a whisper, running the tip of his nose through your hair as his hands rested on your back.

You laughed softly but stopped when he slapped your ass and pulled you closer to him.

“I’m serious, it’s not nice and—”

“I know” your lips kissed him as you lifted your face, looking at him properly. “I won’t do it again. Only if you deserve it.”

“I promise, I won’t do anything to deserve it, love” Jongseong pouted, and you swore it was the most adorable thing in the world.

Because everyone knew Park Jongseong, and here, he was just your Jongie. Your boyfriend, and the man of your life.

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