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under the stars â§.* spiderwoman au
pairings - ellie williams x fem!reader
summary - you and ellie go stargazing for your first date, only it ends in a way she couldn't have expected.
warnings - fluff and angst, a little angst as usual, i was watching spongebob while editing this to cope with finishing arcane so i blame all mistakes on that
playlist | spidey masterlist
Thinking of your first date had Ellie reduced her to her sixteen-year-old self again. She could run into a burning building yet the thought of messing this up scared her more. Â
Sheâd never considered herself a romantic. Her relationship with Dina was the result of losing Joel and in the end that didnât work because of the mask. Or what she used it for rather. This thing with you had to be built from the ground up and she couldnât let Spiderwoman ruin it.Â
The familiar screech of your apartment building door alerted her of your presence. Sheâd tried to dress up more than usual, ditching her usual hoodie for an olive open button down, white t-shirt, and jeans. Still basic, but she was trying her best. âHi.â Â
âHi yourself.â You stopped right in front of her, pulling her from the wall. Â
âYou havenât told me where weâre going.â Ellie couldnât help but glance down at your connected hands. You kept her close that way as you strolled to who knows where. Â
âAnd you didnât let me pick you up.â You pivoted your body to give her a playful glare. âOr bring your camera.â Â
âI donât think subjecting you to my apartment is a good start to a first date.â Ellie tucked her other hand in her pocket, enjoying the natural sway you two fell into. Her eyes darted around the cloudy sky. âSo, weâre going somewhere picture worthy?â Â
âI didnât say that, did i?â Â
âIf I donât know where weâre going, how are we gonna get there?â She looked around at the nearby building to get a hint of where youâd take her, but there was none. Â
âLucky for us, itâs within walking distance.âÂ
âYou planned it all out, huh?âÂ
âBefore I even asked you. You didnât think I would come unprepared, did you?â You asked, teasing. âI always plan.âÂ
âI donât.â Â
âThat's okay, I love that about you.â Your words came out softer than expected. Hadnât even gotten to the official date part of it and you were already laying words on her. Â
Ellie hadnât even noticed youâd slowed down until everyone else on the sidewalk seemed so far ahead. She couldnât think of anything to say to that, but she didnât have to as you continued to pull her along, mumbling about being late.Â
You, as devious as you were, had Ellie close her eyes as you even approached the building. She did despite her grumbles about not being able to walk with her eyes closed. she managed. Â
âYou know youâre scaring me, right?â Ellie continued to complain as you led her through a crowded space and upstairs. She was starting to get impatient but she felt compelled to humor you. Â
Imagine her surprise when she opened her eyes to a projected burst of stars against a black sky. She blinked as her eyes darted around the big screen. her excitement softened into admiration as you started explaining yourself. Though you didnât need to.Â
âI wanted to go stargazing,â You blurted. Ellie had never seen you look any bit stressed. Well, except for the night she saved you âYâknow but this is, like, the worst city to see stars in so I thought next best thing was bringing the stars to you-âÂ
âNo, I love it,â Â
âYou do?âÂ
âI do.âÂ
âI'm glad,â You breathed in relief. âThatâs good. I'm worried you think I was cheesy or something.â With your confidence restored, you grabbed her hand and headed up the stairs to look for the best seats.Â
âI like cheesy.âÂ
âYou complained the whole way up here.âÂ
âOkay, mystery scares me. but I like cheesiness.âÂ
âOkay, I like it too for future reference.â Â
Her heart stuttered at the word future. You really thrived on her desperate need for love. Was she really that removed from people? She had jesse and the cat lady in the apartment across from hers. And you, she hoped. âFuture reference, okay.â Â
For a while, you watched and talked each other's ears off about nothing at all, sometimes nothing relating to space. Any anxiety she was having before was nowhere to be found next to you under some fake, though beautiful, stars. Â
âTell me about you.â You said suddenly. You and Ellie leaned back as much as the cushioned chairs would allow. As you turned to look at her, the violet hue of the screen illuminated your relaxed expression.Â
âWhat do you wanna know?â Ellie turned her body to mirror yours.Â
âIâm gonna be cheesy if I say everything, but..everything. Like, whatâs your biggest dream?â
Ellie hummed, running the blunt tip of her fingernail across the arm rest you shared. She was quiet, sifting through the details she could tell you. Everything was a hefty order. So, sheâd start with something simple. She pointed to the screen. âIâd, uh, want to visit space. Not necessarily talk to aliens or anything.â That would be cool. âIâd wanna study it. Find out everything.â She glanced at you, your attentive gaze making her self conscious of her answer. âI used to wanna be an astronaut, some time ago.â
âI could imagine that.â You grinned. âYouâd be a hot astronaut.â
She burst out laughing. âThatâs what you took from that?âÂ
âNo! I was listening, I promise! Have you ever looked into it?â
She shook her head. âMy dad was on my back about choosing something realistic.â She froze. It was the first time she had talked about him with getting the urge to cry. Granted, it was still painful, but she could be reminded of the good times without dwelling about how they ended. She shook the thoughts away. She didnât need to bring her baggage on a date. âPlus, Iâm too lazy to be an astronaut.â
âReally? Cause you look pretty active to me.â You squeezed her arm. She hissed as if it hurt a great deal and swatted your hand away. âAw,â You cooed at her imaginary suffering.Â
âYâknow what, itâs time for you to talk about yourself. Whatâs your dream, life story, all of that?âÂ
âYou didnât talk about your life story!â
âYou didnât ask.â
âIt was encompassed into the everything question.â Your voice naturally got louder in the otherwise quiet theater-like space. Ellie snickered at your brief embarrassment. âWhatever, Iâll lead by example.â You dramatically cleared your throat. âIâve been in New York all my life. Iâve got..one insanely annoying little brother. My dadâs a cop. My momâs a paralegal. And, to be honest with you I have no idea what I wanna be as long as itâs not a cop or a paralegal.â You huffed as you finished.Â
âStand up example.â Ellie nodded. âYour family sounds..âÂ
âAnnoying?â
âI was gonna say good, but okay. They sound like they really care about you." If only she still knew the feeling.
 âYou say that, but you wonât think so when my dadâs grilling you.âÂ
âI hope you mean that metaphorically.â She thought about how stubborn your father had been in putting out a search for her. How it had taken a whole bunch of saving to prove to him she wasnât causing harm. She couldnât imagine having to deal with him as herself, dating his daughter.Â
âI don't.â
"I'll manage anyway,"
A growl of her stomach had broken through the romantic atmosphere, causing you to break out into laughter. She'd have been embarrassed had it not been the cutest sound she'd ever heard. "Okay I'm hungry, so what? Give a girl a break."Â
"You want a break or a solution?" Without another word, you were pulling her somewhere else. Not too many blocks down, the bell rang as you pushed through the door. Greetings were exchanged in a language she didn't understand. "I hope you like dumplings." You practically bounced on your feet as you paid. "and have no allergies."Â
Ellie thought she had been imagining the constant glances from the old couple behind the counter until you spoke. "Don't worry about them, they're just sussing you out. I don't usually come here with anybody."Â
Ellie turned around, giving an awkward wave to which she got a friendly smile from both. that was before they retreated to the back, probably to gossip. "You seem like you know everybody and everything here."Â
âI had to get out, talk to people otherwise I'd go crazy. If my dad had it his way Iâd still be at home.â
âMy dad, he..um. trust me, he tried.â She swallowed. "Every time I came home it was 'where we you?' and 'who were you with?'" She let out something of a nervous chuckle, hoping talking about Joel wouldn't be the think to tank this date. She hoped nothing would tank this date.
âHey, are you okay?â You placed your hand on hers, face frowned with concern. Â
Ellie blinked. She was surprised but the interruption from her thoughts was exactly what she needed. She placed her hand on top of yours. âYeah, iâm fine.âÂ
You didnât believe her. she couldnât blame you, she was a terrible liar. Plus, lying on the first date wasnât a wise move. âMy dad died a few years ago.â Trauma wasnât dumping either, but she was hoping sheâd get points for honesty. Â
You squeezed her hand. âI'm so sorry,â Your hand moved from under hers to intertwine your fingers. Â
âNo, you didnât know. It's fine.â She sighed deeply, eyes glued to the web of your fingers together. It didnât take her long to become accustomed to the feeling of your hand on hers. Â
âYou know you donât have to say itâs fine every time you donât wanna talk about it.â You looked straight at her with genuine care. Â
âWell, what do you want me to say?â Ellie began swiping her thumb over each knuckle. She hadnât even noticed a server coming over to bring your food. the girlâs eyes seemed to linger at the way you and Ellie's hand reconnected over the food. Â
âThat you donât want to walk about it.âÂ
âAnd youâre just gonna accept that?âÂ
âNot all the time but, itâs better than âiâm fineâ all the time. I like honestyâ Youâd disconnected one of your hands to prepare things. Ellie had to pretend not to be disappointed at the tiniest loss of contact. Instead, she watched you set everything up particularly like you worked here yourself.  Â
âYâknow you donât have to do all that.â she sat back as you opened the basket of dumplings. The steam filled the air between you. Â
âI want to,â You said in unison. Ellie laughed at your surprise. You grabbed the basket and turned your back against her playfully. âNo! I donât get to eat, just because I know all your lines now?âÂ
âHm, maybe not.â You resisted the urge to laugh as you set them down again. Ellie held her hand over her chest in dramatic relief. She watched as you grabbed kiddie chop-sticks. âDonât judge.âÂ
âIâm not.â She was definitely grinning as she watched you. It was funny, considering you seemed to come here often, but she wasnât gonna tease you about it. âAlthough, I really wish I had my camera right now.â Okay, maybe a little. Â
âLiar.â You peeked up at her as you happily stuffed your mouth with dumplings. Â
Ellie was just about to do the same when the small TV posted up in the corner above your head was unmuted. Broadcasted sounds of panic filled the small shop. There was a pile-up on the bridge; only a line of cars were in the position to take a plunge into the water below. âShit,â Ellie grabbed her phone and was already up before her eyes landed on you.Â
âWhatâs wrong? Do you have family there?â You said in concern.Â
âI donât know. I should..I should check though, shouldnât I?âÂ
âDefinitely, go ahead. Iâll be here when you get back.â Â
Only you werenât. By the time Ellie had been done getting everyone off the bridge and safe, night had fallen and she could only assume you had left the restaurant thinking she stood you up. Or in the slight chance Ellie was lucky, you thought she went to make sure her family was safe, but she usually wasnât. Meaning, her first attempt to be normal after..everything that happened last year had gone exactly how she thought it would. Just great.
thank you for reading!
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Book of Willowbane - Chapter 1
Lord Ambrosius Built a Lovely Treehouse For His Only Child - Part i https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C9jSNgFBh6A&ab_channel=ayachaya Ko-Fi
Well, he didn't make it himself. He outsourced much of the structural fantasizing to his gangly, scrambling daughter and the entirety of the handiwork to Mr. Basilberry Glumley, who was only a little miffed about Ambrosius not helping with the construction of his daughter's dream playground. He knew how much his dear friend didn't like to get his hands dirty. At least, not without a sturdy pair of gloves and there were no gloves that fit the Lord's hands at the moment; they were being repaired by Mrs. Meglantine Glumley nĂŠe Vice who was, as a rule, miffed most of the time by something or other. They (meaning Basilberry and the household staff, minus Meglantine who refused to lay a finger on the project out of principle for she presciently considered the whole affair just asking for tragedy) built the princeling's haven around the spine of the seeping willowbane, the dismally gorgeous and ominously elegant growth she was named for and which was encircled by the manor, a panopticon so the girl could be kept an eye or four or eight on. She was prone to somnambulistic flights of fancy and the entire house was outfitted with permanently manned mechanical bits and bobs to stop her from throwing herself down flights of stairs in case she decided she could fly that night, or day, occasionally, though previous attempts had not been successful. The sentinel servants operated on a rotating schedule to ensure the Lord and Lady's often-ill offspring didn't offhandedly off herself. She was remarkably persistent, which gave everyone around her severe agita, especially poor Meglantine, for she was indebted to Dr. Spriggon Tallory, but excepting Lady Ava, for she was much more concerned with scheming the next ball they would host. Diligently sewing her multi-stage-transformative showstopper gowns took weeks and nearly all of her attention. She often would not eat during these stages of creation, and so it also fell to Meglantine to coax her out with broth and oats and stewed greens when she could. There were multitudes of household servants but (un)fortunately for Meglantine, she was the only one Ava trusted to not poison her.Â
Princeling Willowbane was seven when they finished the treehouse and it had taken a whole year to finally complete, and even then they all knew, wearily, that it would never be complete, only abandoned until Willow had another idea. And oh. There were so many ideas and only so many hours in the day. It seemed to the household that she had many more hours than they did somehow. At heart they all were craftspeople with secret desires of what they would do with their lives if only they had the chance. It seemed only Willow understood that this was the chance and they already had it. But she was seven, so that revelation, even she could articulate it, had a spun-sugar's chance in flame of landing. Much in the same way she would never land on the ground as long as the mechanisms of the manor operated as they intended to, and the Glumleys were excellent makers; clockmakers, toymakers, puppeteers, master and mistress of the house, of the machine built to keep them all safe. From what? Oh, too many things to list for now, but there is indeed a list.
-- banewillow.neocities.org Photo by Tatiana Zakharova
#fiction#worldbuilding#banewillow#willowbane#prose#multimedia#story#storytelling#microfiction#short story#original fiction#fantasy writing#original character
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clocking in at midnight to say, do y'all ever think about how......there is some dark star at the heart of constantine that really, truly enjoys taking a fucking piece out of someone that wrongs him. that genuinely craves having power over people who are used to having that power themselves.
like, there's a reason that his principal driving forces are empathy and guilt: he cares a lot about people being wronged, and he gets absolutely fucking furious at the people who wrong them. what's more, he's clever enough to lash out in ways that ensure maximum damage without necessarily involving him directly. (instructing chas to pay people to break the legs of a guy that hurt one of his exes, involving ellie in a scheme to drop the archangel gabriel from grace) now, he always feels awful afterwards about taking such drastic steps, and the people he goes after are genuinely reprehensible fucks who deserved far worse, but the shit that he sets people up for in a fit of anger gets intense, man.
tbh i think he attributes that part of himself to his father. and it's part of why he struggles to look at himself in mirrors some days. i don't think he'll ever feel like he's left his father behind him, or broken the cycle, or outgrown the nasty bits of himself that made mistakes like newcastle, because he's never fully learned how to get that rage to go away before acting on it impulsively.
#( ooc. ) OUT OF CIGS.#this doesn't have to make sense tbh i'm rambling#but like him going all in for the tate club In Person? that was a BIG step in a new direction for him#and imo if he hadn't been able to reconcile with chas and gemma later? we could have seen a MUCH worse john constantine#someone who took his pound of flesh In Person and Enjoyed it. someone who never fully stopped grieving.#i think in a lot of ways the versions of him that show up in crap like neo-gothic and jld are truly his nightmare#bc those people are vindictive and nasty and wholly selfish. the way he was after cheryl died#except they never Stop being that way. he Did. they were built that way; he Wasn't#ANYWAY i talk a lot about how he doesn't like violence but imo that's in part bc he Craves it sometimes#and that's part of why one primary method of self-destruction is just finding someone to beat the shit out of him#bc then he can feel like a victim (which he knows how to be) and not like a potential aggressor (which he can't handle being)#idk if any of these phrases sound the way i want them to but we're just gonna chuck that all into the void and workshop tomorrow#( headcanons. ) I'M JUST LIKE THE BASTARDS I'VE HATED ALL ME LIFE.
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pairing. stepbrother!jungwon x reader (ft. mystery enha member x reader) word count. 54k
warning. contains themes of heavy slow-burn plot, dubious consent (dubcon), non-consensual voyeurism, emotional manipulation, degradation, humiliation, gaslighting, manipulation, step-sibling incest, intense power dynamics, possessiveness, obsession, rough sex, cheating, spying, mentions of bodily fluids, alcohol use, mild coercion, dark themes, and explicit sexual content (18+). mdni.
living with jungwon has always been easyâsure, he's lazy, sure, he doesnât have a job, but you loved your stepbrother anyway. but when someone else steps into your life, threatening the peace he's fought to keep, you start to wonder just how far jungwon will go to protect the life he's built around you... and what he's willing to do to keep it that way.
co-written with @jaeyunsmochi she helped me with this, and i cannot thank her enough for all her input.
families were supposed to come together out of love, not convenience. thatâs what you used to believe, anyway. after your dad passed and your mom remarried, everything changed. it wasnât just grief anymore; suddenly, you had this new family dropped into your life, and you were expected to accept it. just like that. jungwon came into your life when you were both barely teenagers, awkward and trying to figure out how to exist in a world that felt like it was constantly shifting under your feet. back then, he was more like a shadow than anything else. always there, but never in your way. heâd hover near your bedroom door, quiet, not saying much, but his presence was always... there. comforting, in a strange way. he was clingy, yeah, but you didnât mind it. heâd tag along after school, sitting beside you on the couch, waiting for you to pick the show. youâd flick his forehead when he said something dumb, and heâd laugh, wide-eyed and innocent, like everything was easy. and back then? it was. you didnât think much of it. jungwon was just your stepbrother. harmless. you even joked about it with your friends sometimes, saying he was too attached. but it was no big dealâjust the way things were. that was then. now, itâs different. youâre not sure when it happened, but somewhere along the way, jungwon stopped being the awkward kid who hung around doorways. he grew up. and so did you. you didnât notice it right away, probably because you were too wrapped up in your own lifeâdating, college, figuring yourself out. but recently... youâve felt the changes. the air feels heavier between you now. jungwonâs not that scrawny boy anymore. heâs taller, broader, his shoulders filling out his clothes in a way thatâs impossible to ignore. thereâs a quiet confidence in him now that wasnât there before. when he passes by in the hallway, thereâs this tension. something new. your mom even points out how the neighborhood girls are always trying to get his attention, but he never seems interested. and thatâs the thingâhe doesnât seem interested in anyone. not in the way youâd expect. at first, you thought maybe he was just focused on school. maybe even... gay. for a while, you were convinced of it. but then, you remembered the stuff youâd accidentally seenâhis porn history popping up on the family computer a few times said otherwise. okay, so... he definitely wasn't gay. threesomes, bdsm, no other dicks included, some other kinky stuff, hell even stepsister porn. you teased him about it when you caught him, his face turning red as he slammed the laptop shut. back then, you laughed it off. just teenage boy stuff, right? but now, it's like youâre seeing him through a different lens. itâs not just jungwon, though. jake and sunghoon, his best friends, grew up too. they came into the picture a few years after jungwon, and back then, they were dorky, awkward, always cracking dumb jokes and geeking out over games. they were like brothers to you, in a way. except jungwon, but that was always a different story. now, theyâre not those awkward kids anymore. jakeâs taller, leaner, and those messy curls that once made him look boyish now make girls turn their heads. sunghoon traded in his glasses for contacts, hit the gym, and suddenly heâs got this bad-boy charm that leaves girls staring.
watching them change from the boys you knew into confident menâmen who now tower over youâitâs weird. itâs like you missed the transition, and now youâre left catching up. youâd always been the big sister figure, offering advice, guiding them through awkward phases. but now, they look at you differently too. you feel it. jakeâs compliments linger a little longer, sunghoonâs teasing has this edge to it, flirty, suggestive. they donât cross any lines, but the dynamic has clearly shifted. youâre not sure how to handle it. but, as always, you had to grow up faster than they did. when you graduated, your mom and stepdad left the flat to you and jungwon. just the two of you again, trying to figure out adulthood. youâd drifted apart during those college yearsâhe found his group, you focused on boys, academics, trying to figure out who you were. but now, somehow, youâve drifted back together. maybe itâs because youâre both older now, more mature. living with jungwon feels... natural. comforting, even. but at the same time, itâs not easy anymore. not when you see him like thisâstrong, confident. not when you feel this attraction building up inside you. and itâs not just his appearance. itâs the way heâs always around. not in a clingy way like before, but always choosing to be near you. it makes you wonder if itâs just out of convenience or if maybe... maybe he feels it too. that pull. that connection. you love him, of course you do. heâs your stepbrother. but these feelings... theyâre twisted, wrong. and you keep telling yourself theyâll pass. that itâs just some messed-up phase. but the more time you spend alone with him in the apartment, the more the tension builds, pulling you toward something you know you shouldnât want.
but you canât shake it. your love life isnât helping either. after years of failed relationshipsâguys who got bored or cheatedâyouâve started to wonder if maybe the problem is you. are you not enough? youâve vented to jake and sunghoon about it, and they always tell you the same thingâyouâre beautiful, smart, any guy would be lucky to have you. but their words donât ease the loneliness. and then, thereâs jungwon. you canât help but compare every guy to him. none of them measure up to his quiet strength, his presence. itâs driving you insane, and you know using him as a standard is wrong. but you canât stop. heâs still attached to you. not like before, but heâs always there. and sometimes, you wonder if itâs out of convenience, because he just doesn't want to be bothered paying rent, or if he feels it tooâthat pull. whatever it is, itâs messing with your head. youâve tried to distract yourself, but with your job draining you and no real outlet, itâs impossible. the flat feels more like his than yoursâsleek, minimal, no warmth. itâs functional. just like him. but hey, it worked. your mornings are always the same. you stumble out of bed, hair a mess, half-asleep, and drag yourself to the kitchen for caffeine. and there he is, already on the couch, headset on, yelling into his mic like itâs the end of the world. his voice is the first thing you hear, every single dayânot the birds outside, not the traffic. just him. âjake, for fuckâs sake, move!â jungwonâs voice cut through the quiet of the flat, his fingers mashing at the controller. you stood at the kitchen counter, pouring cereal into a bowl, your eyes drifting to where he sat on the couch. he leaned forward, whole body tense, muscles shifting under his skin every time his hands tightened on the controller. veins popped out on his forearms, and his focus was locked in, jaw clenched. his hair was a damp mess from his shower, still tousled and drying. jungwonâs bare back, smooth and broad, contrasted against the dark, worn leather of the couch he spent most of his time on. as usual, he was shirtless, lounging in a pair of low-hanging grey boxers. it was a constant reminder of how much had changed. he wasnât the lanky stepbrother who used to hover by your door anymoreâjungwon was all grown up, and you noticed every inch of it. âcan you keep it down?â you called, half-exasperated, setting your bowl on the counter as you reached for the milk. he didnât look at you, muttering under his breath, clearly more invested in his game than acknowledging your presence. you could hear jakeâs voice muffled through the headset, followed by sunghoonâs laughter. âjesus,â you muttered, rolling your eyes. grabbing your bowl, you wandered over to the couch and sat next to him, closer than you needed to be, leaning in just enough to be in his space. his shoulder brushed against yours, but he didnât even flinch, eyes still glued to the screen. you nudged him with your elbow, a grin tugging at your lips. âwanna share the screen? looks like youâre losing.â he swatted at you lazily, not breaking his focus. âcan you not?â he grumbled, frustration obvious in his voice as gunfire crackled through his headset.
jakeâs voice came through, amused. âdude, is that y/n again?â âyep,â sunghoon added with a laugh. âtell her to fuck off before we lose.â âiâm not doing anything,â you smirked, crunching obnoxiously on a spoonful of cereal. âjust enjoying my breakfast.â jungwon shot you a quick glare, his brow furrowed, and you couldnât help but find it a little endearing. he acted annoyed, but this was your thing. pestering him was fun, and deep down, you knew he liked it. even if heâd never admit it. you shifted beside him, your shorts riding up slightly, which caught his attention for a split second. his eyes flicked down to your legs, a quick glance, but you didnât notice. he clenched the controller tighter, jaw set as he forced himself to focus on the game. âyouâre so annoying,â he muttered, but there wasnât any real bite to it, making you grin wider. leaning into him more, you let your head rest on his shoulder. âcanât help it. youâre just so easy to mess with.â âstop it,â sunghoonâs voice came through the headset again, exasperated. âseriously, let him play. heâs already fucking up.â âiâm not fucking up!â jungwon shot back, defensive, his voice faltering slightly. you snickered under your breath, watching him try to focus despite how close you were. without thinking, you grabbed the controller from his hands, holding it out of his reach. âwanna see if i can do better?â ây/n, come on,â he growled, lunging toward you to snatch it back, but you dodged, grinning like a fool. âadmit it, iâm way more fun than this stupid game,â you teased, waving the controller in the air. jungwon leaned in again, his hand brushing against your thigh as he reached for the controller, his fingers circling your wrist in a firm grip. the touch made you freeze for a second. his hand lingered just a bit too long before he pulled away, his face suddenly serious. âjust give it back,â he muttered, his voice low, controlled. your heartbeat kicked up, but you handed it back. âjeez, relax.â as he took the controller, his fingers brushed yours, sending a shiver up your arm. for a moment, the air felt heavy, charged with something you didnât want to think too much about. âyouâre stronger than you look,â you said quietly, more to break the silence than anything. he didnât look at you, just smirked slightly, still focused on the game. âyouâre just weaker than you think.â âfuck off,â you laughed, though your mind lingered on how easily he couldâve overpowered you if he wanted to. snap out of it, y/n. sunghoonâs voice cut through the headset again. âabout time she let go of the controller. man, youâre way too soft on her.â
jake chimed in, laughing. âif i had a sister, she wouldnât even get near my stuff.â you rolled your eyes, chuckling as you grabbed your phone off the coffee table. a text from your boss flashed on the screen. jay from seattle will be at the office by noon. show him around. âugh, i forgot i have to babysit some new guy at work today,â you groaned, slumping back down next to jungwon. âalready tired of annoying me?â jungwon asked, glancing at you as his character respawned. âi was supposed to have the day off,â you sighed dramatically. ânow i have to play tour guide for some guy named jay. transferred from seattle. sounds like a blast.â the volume of the game was loud enough that you could hear jake and sunghoon laughing. âmaybe jayâs hot,â jake teased. âseattle guys have that brooding, rugged thing going on, right?â you snorted. âyeah, right. knowing my luck, heâs probably some middle-aged dude with bad breath who smells like stale coffee and has a comb-over.â âor,â jake continued, âhe could be exactly what you need. youâve been working non-stop. loosen up a bit.â jungwon glanced at you, his expression unreadable. âyou wouldnât know what to do with him even if he was hot.â your eyebrow shot up at the slight challenge in his voice. âoh, really?â he didnât look away this time, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. âyouâre too uptight. all you do is work.â âiâm not uptight,â you shot back, crossing your arms. âi just have my shit together. someone has to feed your lazy ass.â jake and sunghoonâs laughter rang through the headset, but jungwon didnât smile. instead, he shrugged, his tone softer. ânothingâs gonna happen with this jay guy.â
you blinked, caught off guard by his sudden seriousness. âand how would you know?â he didnât answer, focusing back on the screen, his fingers pressing the buttons a little too aggressively. as you stood up to head back to your room, jungwonâs phone lit up on the coffee table, vibrating softly. you leaned forward, trying to catch a glimpse of the name on the screen, but jungwon noticed, flipping it over quickly. âwhatâs that about?â you asked, narrowing your eyes at him. ânone of your business,â he muttered, keeping his gaze fixed on the TV, his voice tight. your jaw dropped as you turned to jungwon. âwait, youâre seeing someone?â jungwon sighed, clearly irritated. âtheyâre exaggerating. itâs nothing." ânothing?â sunghoonâs voice broke through the headset, laughter lacing his tone. âpretty sure sheâs been over a few times, man.â you stared at jungwon, genuinely taken aback. heâs been seeing someone and didnât tell me? you thought you were close. close enough that if there was someone new in his lifeâsomeone he was bringing over to the flatâyouâd be the first to know. but no, he kept it to himself. a pang of something settled in your chest, annoyance creeping up at how easily he brushed it off like it was no big deal. what else has he been hiding? sure, you and him had your boundaries, but he told you everything. or so you thought. âyouâve been seeing someone and didnât tell me?â you asked, your voice betraying the slight sting of being left in the dark. jungwonâs face flushed just the tiniest bit, and you noticed how his eyes narrowed, defensive. âitâs not like that. itâs⌠not serious.â
not serious? you couldnât stop the thoughts from spiraling a little. so sheâs been here more than once? this wasnât just a random hookup. there was someone coming over, sleeping in the same flat, and you had no idea. âwow,â you muttered, trying to process the information. âand here i thought you barely left the house.â jungwon rubbed the back of his neck, visibly uncomfortable. âshe comes over sometimes. itâs no big deal.â no big deal, huh? something in you couldnât help but feel annoyed. it was stupid, but maybe part of you expected to be more in the loop with him, to know when things changed like this. and damn, if he was seeing someone, that girl was hella lucky. your eyes flicked to jungwonâs frame, you could just picture itâjungwon fucking someone into the mattress. he could probably break a girl apart, the way his body moved, the way he stayed composed even when his temper flared. fuck, why were you even thinking about this?
the thought made your stomach turn with a weird mixture of disgust and guilt, your mind snapping back to reality. what the hell, y/n? thatâs your stepbrother youâre thinking about, for fuckâs sake. you leaned back, arms crossing over your chest as you tried to shake the lingering thoughts. âwell, iâm happy for you. about time you found someone. maybe now youâll stop being so moody all the time.â âpiss off, y/n,â he muttered, but the way he said it lacked the usual bite. you grinned, moving a little closer, determined to push his buttons just a bit more. âiâd love to meet her, though. see what kind of girl puts up with you.â jungwonâs entire expression shifted, his jaw tightening as he shot you a sharp glance. ânot happening.â your smile faded slightly. âwhy not?â âbecause itâs nothing,â he snapped, a little more forceful this time. his eyes flicked away from yours, the tension in his voice unmistakable. you raised your hands in surrender, laughing lightly to break the tension. âalright, alright. iâll drop it. for now.â
as you stood up to head back to your room, that strange unease in your chest lingered, creeping up your spine like something wasnât quite right. just as you reached the hallway, your phone buzzed again. a message from your bossâjay is on his way. you groaned softly, already feeling the weight of the day pressing down on you. "looks like jayâs gonna be here sooner than i thought," you muttered mostly to yourself, dreading the responsibility that came with showing him around. you werenât in the mood for it, not today. jungwon paused the game, glancing at you over his shoulder, hearing jake and sunghoon still shouting through the headset. he ignored them, focusing on you instead, eyes narrowing just a bit, âyou donât have to do it, you know.â you turned to him, confused by his sudden comment. "what? of course, i do. itâs my job." he shrugged, leaning back against the couch, "youâre always working. you donât have to take on everything. they can find someone else to do it." you raised an eyebrow, catching the subtle edge in his voice, something almost too quick, too dismissive. since when did he care about my workload?
"since when do you care about how much I work?" you asked, half-joking but genuinely curious. "i donât," he muttered, his words coming out a little too fast, his attention flicking back to the game, fingers tightening on the controller. "just... you never take a break. let someone else handle the boring shit for once.â what the hell was that about? you let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. "yeah, well, someoneâs gotta pay for this flat and feed you." âi can take care of myself,â he grumbled, but there was something off about the way he said it. like he was trying to convince himself more than you, the usual sharpness in his voice missing. "really?" you teased, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. "you? mr. video game addict who barely leaves the house unless itâs with jake and sunghoon?" he scoffed, but it sounded forced. "i go out," he snapped, though the defensiveness in his tone only made you laugh more. it was like he couldnât handle the thought of you not taking him seriously.
"oh, right. to jog. very social of you," you shot back, smirking, trying to lighten the weird tension that had settled between you. âi said, i can take care of myself,â he repeated, his voice quieter this time, almost like he didnât fully believe it. his eyes flickered up to meet yours for a split second before he quickly looked away, pretending to focus back on the game. you smirked, pushing off the doorframe, but the unease in your chest only grew. âsure, you can.â what was his problem? there was something about the way he brushed off the conversation, acting so casual but clearly irritated by something. the mention of jay? was that what was getting under his skin? but why would that even bother him? you shook your head, trying to dismiss the thought. jungwon was just being⌠well, jungwon. moody, defensive, sometimes hard to read. the weight of it followed you, pressing against your thoughts as you tried to focus on the day ahead, already dreading dealing with jay and the endless office bullshit. just what you neededâmore distractions when your mind was already a fucking mess.
you pulled into the office parking lot, fingers tapping idly on the steering wheel as some random song played in the background. you werenât even listeningâyour mind was too busy spiraling with thoughts about the day ahead. how the hell are you going to explain to jay just how toxic this place is? the office politics alone could suck the life out of anyone, and your boss? well, he was a nightmare. you didnât exactly envy jay, but then again, you didnât even know what kind of person he was yet. as you scanned the parking lot, your eyes landed on a man standing awkwardly near the entrance, briefcase in hand, looking painfully out of place. he looked like someone who got lost on his way to a corporate halloween party. really, universe? did it have to be the middle-aged guy with the briefcase? you sighed and pulled up closer, rolling down your window. âjay?â you called out. he looked at you, utterly confused, his face blank like he had no idea what you were talking about. this canât be him, right? âuh, mr. park sent me to show you around?â you added, trying to make sense of the situation. âiâm y/nââ before you could finish, a head popped into view at your window, making you jump in your seat, heart racing as your eyes snapped to the figure now crouched by your car. âlooking for me?â and there he wasâthe real jay. fuck. tall, devastatingly handsome, wearing a suit so perfect you were pretty sure it cost more than your rent. his hair was slicked back, his jawline sharp enough to cut glass, and that smileâgod, that smileâlit up his face like he knew exactly how good he looked. it took everything in you not to openly gawk at him. this guy wasnât just hotâhe was jaw-droppingly, heart-racing, take-your-breath-away kind of attractive. and just to top it off, he smelled incredible, like cedarwood, spice, and something else you couldnât place but was definitely dangerous.
your heart raced, and it felt like you were back in high school, locking eyes with your crush for the first time. and the way he looked at you, all confidence and charm, didnât fucking help. you swallow thickly as your brain short-circuited for a second. doing your best to mask the shockâand the blatant gawkingâas you extended your hand to shake his. but then you realized, oh, right, he was crouched down, his face level with your car window, meaning there was no way he could actually reach you from there. he raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. âwe doing handshakes from inside the car now?â
you felt your cheeks heat up slightly, embarrassed by how thrown off you were. âuh, no, iââ you pulled your hand back awkwardly, trying to regain your composure. âi just wasnât expecting⌠well, you.â he grinned, clearly enjoying how flustered you were. âand what exactly were you expecting?â you gestured toward the poor guy standing a few feet behind him, still clutching his briefcase. ânot⌠not you.â jay glanced over his shoulder at the guy, chuckling. âoh, him?â he laughed, the sound deep and smooth, sending a shiver down your spine. ânah, thatâs the temp. heâs just helping out while i get settled.â right. of course. because why would the universe make this easy for you? he straightened up, giving you a full view of just how tall he really was. damn, the guy was built like a dream. he adjusted his suit jacket, flashing you another one of those infuriatingly perfect smiles. âso, youâre my guide for the day?â you nodded, finally getting a grip on yourself. âyeah, iâll be showing you around, introducing you to the team, that sort of thing.â âsounds fun,â he replied, his eyes lingering on you a little longer than necessary. he stepped back from the car, giving you room to get out. you took a breath, trying to shake off the sudden nerves. heâs just a colleague, y/n. stop acting like youâre on a damn date. you got out of the car, smoothing your clothes down, doing your best to stay professional. but when you looked up again, jay was still watching you, his gaze following your movements a little too closely.
there was something about him that made it impossible to stay indifferent. confident, sure, but also playful in a way that got under your skin. like he knew exactly what he was doing. âlead the way, then,â he said with a nod toward the building. you nodded back, fighting off the flutter in your chest as you turned on your heel and headed toward the entrance. get it together, y/n. there were more important things to focus onâlike how to warn jay about the office and your bossâs ridiculous expectations. the last thing you needed was a crush. especially on someone like him. as you made your way through the doors, you mentally prepared yourself for the day ahead. you needed to focus on work, not on how good jay looked in that suit or how his presence seemed to linger around you like gravity. jay fell into step beside you, casual and relaxed. âso, y/n,â he started, his voice smooth, âhow bad is it working here?â you gave him a half-smile. âoh, you have no idea.â leading him through the maze of cubicles and conference rooms, it was impossible not to notice the way people stared at jay as you passed. it wasnât just youâeveryone noticed him. how could they not? jay didnât just walk into a room, he commanded it. and the way he made small talk with your coworkers, that smile lighting up his faceâit was like he had everyone hooked.
you gave him the usual tour: break room, copy room, the stash of good coffee you stole from your bossâs private stock, and the dreaded hr department, notorious for all the wrong reasons. jay nodded along, paying attention, but you could feel his eyes on you more often than not. by the time you made it to the lounge area, you were ready for a break, not because the tour was tiring, but because being around jay was exhausting in a whole other way. âthis is where we hide when the boss is breathing down our necks,â you said, gesturing to the snack station. âsnacks, coffee, all the essentials. we can take a break before i show you the rest.â jay chuckled, leaning against the counter with that annoyingly perfect posture. âi've gotta say, this place isn't so bad. you made it sound like a war zone.â you shrugged, reaching for a granola bar. âitâs not the placeâitâs the people. management, especially. if you last a week, iâll be impressed.â he raised an eyebrow, smirking. âthat bad, huh?â
you tore open the wrapper, taking a bite. âyou donât know the half of it. the boss is a control freak, expects us to be mind readers.â jay laughed, grabbing a snack for himself, eyes still on you. âgood thing iâm good at reading people then.â you felt your cheeks heat up slightly at the way his gaze lingered. yep, definitely flirting. âyeah? howâs that working out for you so far?â you shot back, trying to keep things light but he grinned, leaning a little closer. âiâd say iâm getting the hang of it.â what the hell, jay? maybe it was just you overthinking, but the way he keeps on leaning a closer? god, he needed to stop acting like he fucking wants you or you'd completely lose it. âso,â jay continued, unwrapping his snack, âwhat keeps someone like you in a place like this?â you laughed softly, leaning against the counter. âhonestly? it pays the bills, and i havenât found anything better yet. you learn how to survive.â
jay watched you for a moment, his gaze almost too intense. âmaybe you just havenât found the right opportunity to leave yet.â there was something in the way he said it, something that made you feel like he was offering more than just advice. âmaybe,â you replied, trying to keep your voice steady, though your heart was hammering. jay smiled, taking a slow sip of his drink. âyouâre not as uptight as you made yourself sound earlier. youâre pretty laid-back.â you laughed, though your stomach flipped at the unexpected compliment. laid-back? not the words jungwon would use to describe you this morning. âiâll take that as a compliment,â you said, trying to sound casual. jay hummed, his eyes dipping down for a moment before flicking back up to meet yours. there was something almost deliberate in the way he took another slow sip of his drink, like he was savoring it. "it was meant as one. not everyone can pull that off."
jakeâs voice from earlier played on a loop in your head: maybe heâs exactly what you need. goddammit, jake wasnât wrong. the way jay moved, the way his words slipped out so easily, it was like he knew exactly how to push your buttons without even trying. but shit, this was work. you couldnât lose your head over some pretty boy with a killer smile, no matter how damn good he smelled or how dangerously close he was standing. you took a deep breath, trying to calm the pulse racing in your throat. still, your mouth betrayed you. âyouâre dangerous, you know that?â the words came out more playful than you intended, a grin tugging at the corners of your lips despite yourself. jayâs smile widened at that, his eyes lighting up with mischief, the air around him practically buzzing. "iâve been told." oh, fuck. and just like that, you were completely hooked.
as you closed the office door behind you, glancing at your wristwatch, you realized just how late it had gotten. your heels were killing you, and all you could think about was kicking them off the second you got home. jay walked beside you, his long strides effortlessly keeping pace as you both headed to the parking lot, still chatting about schedules and the mountain of upcoming projects. "so," you said, rubbing your temples, "looks like weâll be working pretty closely on that new marketing push. iâll show you the ropes, make sure you donât drown in all the corporate bullshit." "sounds like iâm in good hands, then." his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, making it impossible not to return the gesture. as you continued walking, the conversation shifted, and jay started opening up moreâtalking about where he came from. and fuck, was that a surprise. the guy was loaded. not just richâserious money. the kind that makes you wonder why someone like him would even bother working in a place like this. "so," you said, still trying to process it, "you could probably be running a company by now, right? why take a job here?" jay shrugged, all humble and casual, like it wasnât a big deal. "i wanted to start from the bottom, you know? understand the employees, the management... see how everything works before i think about building something of my own." you blinked at him, genuinely impressed. who the hell chooses to start from the bottom when theyâre sitting on a pile of money? "thatâs⌠honestly, thatâs really smart. most people wouldnât do that." "thanks," he said, smiling warmly. "i like to think iâm in the right place for now." there it was againâthat easy charm. it wasnât just the flirting; it was how natural everything felt with him. the way the conversation flowed effortlessly, like youâd known him forever. and it wasnât just niceâit was fucking refreshing to talk to someone who didnât make everything feel like a power play. you glanced at your phone, then cursed under your breath. shit, jungwon. youâd been so wrapped up in the day that you forgot about dinner. and knowing him, he probably hadnât eaten anything decent since breakfast.
"ugh," you groaned, rubbing your forehead. "i totally forgot, iâve got a brother to feed." jay raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. "younger brother?" you rolled your eyes, half-laughing. "i wish. that would be way easier. no, heâs grownâjust incredibly lazy." jay chuckled, shaking his head. "sounds like a handful." "you have no idea," you replied, smirking. "but someoneâs gotta take care of him." you both shared a laugh, the walk settling into an easy rhythm again as you made it to your cars. jay leaned against his door, his eyes lingering on you in a way that was... not subtle. there was something magnetic about him, and as much as you tried to keep your cool, it was becoming harder by the second. "well," jay said, pulling his phone from his pocket, "this was easily one of the best tours iâve ever been on. we should do it again sometime." he flashed that devastating smile, his eyes flicking back up to yours as he scrolled casually on his screen. "can i get your number? you know, in case i get lost tomorrow and need rescuing." god, heâs good. you couldnât help but laugh, pulling out your phone to exchange numbers with him. "sure. just donât make a habit of getting lost, though."
he chuckled, tucking his phone away, his gaze still locked on you. "iâll try my best. thanks for showing me around, y/n." "anytime," you said, feeling lighter as you waved goodbye and headed toward your car. halfway home, you caught yourself still smiling like a fucking idiot. by the time you finally walked through the door of your apartment, juggling bags of jungwon's favorite takeout, you were greeted by the usual sight of jungwon sprawled out on the couch, xbox controller in hand. he glanced up, his eyes immediately landing on the food you were carrying, eyebrows raised. "whatâs the occasion?" he asked, eyeing the bags suspiciously. "you only ever get me this when something really good happens." you grinned, setting the food on the table, still riding the high from earlier. "oh, you know... just had a great day at work." jungwonâs eyes narrowed a little, his suspicion deepening. "a great day, huh?" "yup," you said, kicking off your heels and digging into the food. "jay." jungwon leaned back on the couch, trying to look indifferent. "and?"
you let out a dreamy sigh, not even noticing how his eyes sharpened slightly. "heâs amazing. like, seriously. smart, loaded, and so humble. itâs crazy. oh, and did i mention heâs hot? like, really fucking hot." jungwon kept his face neutral, but there was a flicker of somethingâsomething dark that you didnât catch. "sounds... great." you continued gushing, going on about how well you and jay clicked, the subtle flirting, the easy chemistry. "and the best part? weâre gonna be working on a bunch of projects together. i think weâre gonna make a really good team." jungwon stayed quiet, his gaze fixed on the food in front of him. "yeah, well," he finally muttered, his tone clipped, "just donât get distracted." you paused, mid-bite, raising an eyebrow. "distracted?" jungwon shrugged, his eyes flicking up for the briefest moment before going back to his food. "just saying. youâve got a lot on your plate already." "i can handle it," you replied, brushing off his comment, "besides, itâs not like anythingâs going to happen." but even you didnât believe that. somethingâs definitely going to happen. you could feel it. jungwon didnât respond, just grunted and focused back on the tv, clearly not wanting to continue the conversation. you shrugged it off, too caught up in the day to care.
as you sat on the couch next to him, scrolling through your phone, a familiar ping made you glance down at your screen. a message from jay. instinctively, a smile tugged at your lips, and without thinking, you bit your lip as you read it. jay: hope youâre not too tired from babysitting me all day. thanks again for the tour. promise i wonât get lost tomorrow... but i might just text you anyway ;) goddamn, he was smooth. your smile widened, and before you knew it, you were already typing back. y/n: iâll be holding you to that ;) donât leave me hanging. you hit send, feeling a flutter in your chest as you tossed your phone onto the couch. you were smiling like a fucking teenager, and you knew it. but you didnât care. jungwon, sitting beside you, glanced over. his eyes darted to your phone, then back to your face. "whoâs that?" he asked. you shrugged, trying to play it off. "just jay. heâs funny."
jungwon hummed, eyes glued to the tv again, though you could see the way his jaw clenched. "funny, huh?" "yeah, we were just texting about today. nothing big." jungwon stayed silent after that, but you could feel the shift in the air. something was off. maybe it was the way he bristled every time you mentioned jay, or maybe it was how quiet heâd gotten all of a sudden. you brushed it off, your mind too busy replaying your day with jay. but if you had looked up, if you had paid attention, you wouldâve seen the way jungwon was staring at you nowâintense, almost predatory. his eyes werenât on the tv anymore. they were fixed on you. and the way you smiled down at your phone, completely unaware, only seemed to fuel something deeper inside him. he didn't even blink. his expression was unreadable, but his gaze... it was burning. if only you had noticed. but you didnât. you were too busy with jay, too caught up in the thrill of it all to feel the weight of jungwonâs stare.
a week had passed since then, and jungwon sat on the couch, leg bouncing restlessly, his eyes on the tv but not actually seeing anything. sunghoon and jakeâs laughter filled the room, their voices like nails on a chalkboard as they kept making casual comments about you and jay. every joke, every stupid jab about how much jay liked you felt like a fucking knife twisting deeper in his chest. fuck, this is hell. he couldnât take it. "bet jayâs got it bad for her," sunghoonâs voice cut through the air, making jungwonâs stomach twist, his blood boiling under his skin. his heart pounded in his ears, drowning out everything else. all he could focus on was the heat rising in his chest, the way his skin felt too tight. he swallowed hard, trying to keep the rage from spilling out. âiâm going to the bathroom,â he muttered, standing up so fast the remote slipped from his hand and hit the floor with a thud. jake and sunghoon glanced up, surprised, but jungwon didnât wait for a response. he stormed down the hallway, steps uneven, barely holding it together. when he reached the bathroom, he slammed the door hard enough to echo through the apartment. let them think he needed to cool off or whatever. but the bathroom wasnât where he was headed. you were still at work. probably with jay. fucking jay. probably talking, laughing, maybe even flirting with him. jungwonâs chest tightened at the thought, his jealousy clawing at him. he couldnât handle it. he needed a release, needed something to calm the fire burning inside him. so he went to your room.
his hand shook as he reached for the knob, pausing for a second to listen. jake and sunghoon were still laughing, still talking like nothing was wrong. he slipped into your room, closing the door quietly behind him. the second he stepped inside, your scent hit himâsweet, familiar, fucking intoxicating. it wrapped around him, choking him in the best and worst way possible. his chest ached, and for a second, he thought he might actually break. he leaned back against the door, sliding down to the floor, his head falling into his hands. he felt like he was losing his fucking mind. you. it was always you. his heart pounded painfully, each beat a reminder of how fucked up he felt. he could barely breathe, barely think, and yet, the need to be in hereâin your spaceâoverpowered everything else. the room was exactly how you left itâclothes scattered across the bed, your hoodie tossed over the chair. but jungwonâs eyes went straight to the shelf facing your bed. that fucking teddy bear.
it wasnât small eitherâone of those carnival bears heâd won for you back then. it wasnât huge, not one of those obnoxiously oversized ones, but big enough. bigger than a normal stuffed animal, definitely enough for you to⌠do what you did with it. it sat there, innocent to anyone else, untouched, like it hadnât been moved in months. for anyone else, it was a forgotten toy, frozen in time. but to him? it was everything. it was the key to his obsession. he reached for it, his fingers brushing over the soft fur, his stomach twisting with a mix of guilt and desire. he sat on the edge of your bed, gripping the bear like it was the only thing keeping him sane. how the fuck did it get this bad? he hadnât meant for things to spiral out of control, but now? now he was too far gone. for a moment, he just sat there, staring at the bear, knowing what he had hidden inside it. knowing the guilt that came with it. it wasnât just a toy anymore. it was a reminderâof what he was, of everything he had become.
his fingers tightened around 'teddy' as memories hit him, one after the other, like a train barreling through his mind. pulling him deeper into the past. he could never forget that summer, the one after his first year of college. he had come back home, exhausted but fucking relieved to finally get a break from the chaos of school. the months away had been a blur, and honestly? he didnât think much about you during all that time. you were just his stepsisterâat least, thatâs the bullshit he kept telling himself. he buried the memories of your pretty smile he grew fond of and how it made him feel, shoved them down deep, thinking that the distance would fix it, that it would kill whatever twisted thing was starting to grow inside him. maybe if he just stayed away long enough, itâd disappear. but when he came back that summer, everything shifted. again. he shouldâve walked away, shouldâve ignored it. but curiosity clawed at him, dragged him closer, until he was standing in the doorway, peeking inside. and what he saw? it fucked him up.
his breath hitched, heart slamming in his chest, pulse fucking skyrocketing as his eyes locked onto you. holy shit. you were on your bed, but it wasnât just the sight of you lying there that stopped him cold. no, it was what you were doing. his stomach twisted as he realized what was happeningâyou were straddling the teddy bear. that bear. the one heâd won for you years ago. but this? this wasnât innocent, not in the way you used to cuddle it when you were younger. this was different. this was fucking worse. you were grinding your pussy against it, hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles. his breath hitched, his heart slamming in his chest as he watched you, lost in your own pleasure, completely unaware that he was watching. you were wearing nothing but an oversized shirt, the way your pussy rubbed against the soft fabric of the bear, slick and wet. the obscene sounds it made as you humped itâit was like watching some twisted fantasy come to life. except this was real. you were real. and you were right in front of him. you werenât just humping it. you were fucking it, using it like it was the only thing that could get you off.
jesus fucking christ. his mind screamed at him to look away, to shut the door, to fucking forget this. but his body didnât listen. eyes glued to you as you rocked your hips faster, he couldnât stop watching the way your pussy moved, the way you were so lost in it. his throat went dry, hands shaking as he gripped the doorframe. he knew this was wrong. so fucking wrong. but he couldnât stop. couldnât fucking stop watching the way your hips moved, the way you were so lost in it. that darknessâthe one he thought he had buriedâwas creeping back in, stronger than ever, twisting his insides, making his cock swell painfully in his pants. fuck. this wasnât curiosity anymore. this was darker. more dangerous. you werenât just the awkward teenager he once knew. you were a woman nowâa fucking gorgeous womanâand you were doing things that set every buried desire inside him on fire. your movements grew more desperate, hips grinding harder, your hands gripping the bearâs fur tight as you moaned louder, your jaw going slack. jungwonâs chest heaved, his breath shallow as he watched, his own arousal throbbing, making it impossible to think straight.
shit. this wasnât supposed to happen. he wasnât supposed to feel like this. not for you. but no matter how hard he fought it, he couldnât tear his eyes away. jungwonâs mind was a whirlwind of guilt, shame, and overwhelming fucking lust. his cock strained in his pants, rock hard, body betraying him in the worst fucking way possible. he could barely breathe, barely fucking think. all he could do was watch as you came undone on that bear. he had tried to convince himself that going to college would kill this twisted attraction, that the distance would erase it. but standing there, watching you, he knew he was wrong. so fucking wrong. the obsession hadnât disappeared. it had grown. it had festered and that night? it reignited something in him that he couldnât control. from that night on, he was no longer the same. he couldnât stop thinking about you. couldnât get the image of you humping that bear out of his head. the sound of your moans, the sight of your pussy grinding against that fabricâit haunted him. consumed him. and he knew, watching from a distance wasnât going to cut it anymore. thatâs when the plan started. it didnât take much. just a little manipulation, some subtle planning. you never noticed. you never did. the bearâthe one you fucked so carelesslyâbecame the perfect vessel for his sick curiosity.
he made a small incision in the back, right beneath the soft fur, where it wouldnât be visible. he slid a tiny camera inside, adjusting the angle, hiding the lens so perfectly behind it's eyes, you would never know. you never did. and from that day forward, he watched you like he was fucking studying you. memorizing every detail. he knew what turned you on, what porn you watched when you thought you were alone, which boyfriends made you scream, which ones you hated and which ones left you wanting more. he saw and heard it all. every. single. moment. this wasnât some passive hobby anymore. no, everything jungwon did was calculated. planned to perfection. he made sure he was always home, always there, watching. he never left anything to chance. he didnât even look for a jobâcouldnât risk being away for too long. he needed to be there, needed to make sure the camera was charged, that he didnât miss a single second of you. he told himself it wasnât obsession, that it was just curiosity. but deep down, he fucking knew better. this was something twisted. and jungwon had built his entire world around you without you ever realizing. he controlled everything. and no oneânot even youâwould ever figure it out. while you lived your life, thinking everything was normal, jungwonâs mind was always ten steps ahead, planning, thinking. how could he keep you in his grasp without you knowing?
and for years, it worked. you never noticed how he made sure to align his life with yours. how his schedule revolved around you. he made it look natural, casual, like he was just the laid-back stepbrother who didnât care about shit. but the truth? it was so much darker than that. he knew everything. he snapped out of his memories, his eyes locking onto the bear again. that moment, that fucking night. it haunted him. the memory burned into his mind, twisting his insides like a sickness he couldnât cure. he stood up, legs shaky, the room suddenly feeling too small, too suffocating. it had all started so small, hadnât it? he had convinced himself it was innocent. just a way to keep an eye on you, make sure you were safe. thatâs what he told himself when he planted the camera in the bear. back when he thought his feelings were still manageable. but that lie had crumbled a long time ago. now, he needed to be close to you in ways that twisted his stomach and filled him with guilt so deep it kept him up at night. jungwon carefully placed the camera back inside the bear, adjusting it until it was in the perfect position. his hands were steady, but inside, he was falling apart. he zipped it up, placing the bear back on the shelf, just like always. no matter how sick it made him, no matter how much he hated himself for this, he couldnât stop. he needed this. he needed you in ways that fucking terrified him. your roomâit was his sanctuary when you werenât home. the one place he could feel close to you without the crushing weight of being caught. in here, he could pretend, just for a second, that he had a part of you that no one else could touch.
it was so fucked up, and he knew it. but it was like an addiction, a need he couldnât fucking shake. the guilt gnawed at him, but the need was stronger.
his heart twisted as his mind drifted back to you and jay. what were you two doing right now? the thought of jay touching you, making you laugh, getting close to you in ways jungwon never couldâit made him feel like he was going to fucking explode.
youâre just his stepsister. he repeated the thought like a mantra, but the words were hollow, meaningless. thatâs what you were supposed to be. that was the role he was supposed to play. jungwonâs mind spiraled, pacing back and forth in your room, his footsteps soft but frantic. it was only a matter of time before jay would be here, touching you, fucking you. and what the fuck was he supposed to do then? sit by and watch through the hidden camera? watch you fall and get fucked by someone else again? probably. fuck. he needed to leave. if he stayed in here any longer, he didnât know what heâd do. the temptation was already clawing at him, the urge to take something of yours, to steal a piece of you like he had done before. your panties, your scentâheâd stolen them, hid them away like trophies, jerked off to them countless times. but even that wasnât enough anymore. not now. not with jay in the picture. jay was a fucking threat. jungwon couldnât stand it, the way you smiled when you talked about him, how your face lit up when you mentioned his name. fuck that. jay was pulling you into a world where jungwon didnât belong, where he couldnât follow, and that scared the shit out of him. he was losing control, and it was driving him insane.
the watching, the sneaking, the careful fucking planningâit wasnât enough anymore. it wasnât keeping you close. you were slipping through his fingers, the thought of jay taking what was his, getting close to you in ways jungwon could neverâfuck, it made him sick. he shot one last look at the bear, the silent witness to his obsession, then stormed out of your room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. his breath was ragged, chest heaving as he leaned against the wall in the hallway. his heart pounded in his chest, a constant reminder of just how fucked up this had become. he couldnât keep living like this. the watching, the waiting, pretending it would all go awayâthat was bullshit, and he knew it. this obsession wasnât something he could just bury anymore. it was eating him alive. one day, watching wouldnât be enough. the waiting, the creeping around behind your backâit wouldnât satisfy the darkness inside him. he wanted more. he needed more. and that day was coming sooner than heâd like to admit. jungwon pushed himself off the wall, his legs shaky, mind racing, but even as he stormed down the hall, his thoughts were a jumbled mess, each one more fucked than the last. you were his. you didnât know it yet, but you were.
jungwon reentered the living room, his footsteps heavier than usual, the weight of the shit storm in his head pulling him down with every step. he tried to shake it off, tried to act normal, but it was like a fucking itch he couldnât scratch. jake and sunghoon were still slouched on the couch, laughing at some inside joke, barely giving a shit about the movie playing in the background. jungwon forced a grin, slipping into the scene like nothing was wrong. like he wasnât on the verge of snapping. âwhat do you think, jungwon?â sunghoonâs voice had that edge to it, like he knew exactly what buttons to push. he always did. âyou think jayâs the type to take her home, make breakfast the next morning? maybe throw in some flowers too?â
of course, they were still fucking talking about you. they just couldn't help themselves. jungwonâs chest tightened, but he let out a forced laugh, âyeah, he seems like that kind of guy from what she tells me. real gentleman.â the words felt like they were choking him. he could barely get them out. jake snickered, shaking his head like it was all a fucking joke. âwell, at least she picked a decent guy this time.â jungwonâs fingers twitched, every part of him screaming to shut this conversation down, but sunghoon leaned back, smirking like the asshole he was. âplease. nice guys like jay? theyâre hiding something. i bet heâs got some skeletons in the closet.â jungwon clenched his jaw, forcing himself to breathe. âlet her have her fun,â he muttered, his voice tight. âsheâll tell us all about it when she gets back.â his throat burned. âanyway,â he cleared his throat, trying to sound disinterested, like the image of you and jay wasnât tearing him apart, âfuck this, this movieâs boring as hell.â he grabbed the remote, flipping through channels without even paying attention, just needing somethingâanythingâto drown out the thoughts in his head.
jake and sunghoon didnât argue, their attention shifting to the tv. but jungwon wasnât watching. he couldnât. his mind was far from the room, far from the flashing screen in front of him. his fingers tightened around the remote, knuckles going white, but he didnât even notice. he hated jay. hated him with every fiber of his being. not because jay was bad. no, that wouldâve been easier to deal with. jay wasnât bad. jay was good. too fucking good. the kind of guy who could give you everything, whoâd make you feel safe, whoâd make you happy in ways jungwon knew he never could. jungwon hadnât met him yet, didnât need to. the way you looked when you talked about him, the way your eyes lit upâthat told him everything. jay wasnât just some guy. he was the kind of threat that jungwon couldnât fight with fists or anger. jay was the real fucking deal. and if it came down to itâif it came down to losing you completely? jungwon didnât give a shit about jay. fuck jay. heâd do whatever it fucking took to keep you his.
jungwon had changed, and jake and sunghoon noticed. how could they not? he was more agitated, easily irritated, barely said a word. he wasnât the jungwon they were used toâthe one who laughed at their dumb jokes, who was always cheerful in his own quiet way. now, he was distant, like he had a constant storm brewing under the surface. and they tried asking him what the fuck was going on, throwing out questions like breadcrumbs, but they knew better than to push too hard. jungwon didnât like to share shit, especially when it came to whatever was messing with his head. they tried though, casually bringing up the girl jungwon had been seeing. when they asked if it was about her, his response was clipped, a warning wrapped in frustration. âitâs not about her. drop it,â he snapped, and they did. they loved him enough to not push. instead, they did what they could. they showed up, more often than usual, hanging around the flat as much as possible. not enough to make it obvious that they were worried, but enough to remind him they were there. jungwon didnât tell them to fuck off, which said a lot. normally, when jungwon was fine, he didnât need their companyâheâd barely ask for it. but now? he tolerated it, and that meant he needed them, even if heâd never admit it. the flat buzzed with the usual noiseâjake and sunghoon arguing over takeout, the tv humming in the backgroundâbut jungwon felt none of it. all he could think about was you, and how the fuck you werenât home yet. âdie hard never gets old,â jake waved his pizza slice like it was some declaration worth fighting over. âperfect movie for a night like this." sunghoon rolled his eyes, slumping further into the couch. âbro, weâve watched that shit like a hundred times. can we please pick something without bruce fucking willis?â jungwonâs grip tightened on the remote, fingers pressing way too hard into the buttons as he scrolled through movie options, but he wasnât seeing any of it. his thoughts were on you, and where the hell you were.
âso, is y/n out with her new bestie jay again?â jake asked, grinning as he exaggerated the air quotes around bestie. âsheâs been spending a lot of time with him lately, huh?â yeah, jungwon thought bitterly. too much fucking time. âprobably,â jungwon muttered, his eyes glued to the tv, even though nothing on the screen registered. his jaw was tight, teeth clenched to the point it felt like one would crack. âtheyâve been working on a lot of projects together.â âprojects, huh?â sunghoon snorted, sarcasm dripping from every word. âsounds like heâs working on more than just projects.â jake laughed, nudging jungwon with his elbow like this was all one big fucking joke. âyeah, come on, man. you canât tell me you havenât noticed how close theyâre getting.â jungwon wanted to punch the grin right off his face, but he forced out a dry, humorless laugh instead. âitâs just work,â he said, voice tight, strained, like he was choking on the words. âsheâs focused on her career.â
he wanted them to shut the fuck up. every word out of their mouths felt like nails on a chalkboard, scraping against the frayed edges of his control. jake and sunghoon never knew when to quit, always teasing, always pushing. and the more they talked about you and jay, the darker his thoughts got. jake smirked, leaning back like he wasnât stirring shit. âfocused on work? nah, sheâs focused on him,â he teased, tossing his pizza crust aside. âiâve seen the way she smiles when she talks about him. itâs different, bro. you canât tell me you havenât noticed.â of course, iâve fucking noticed. jungwon thought, his insides twisting, but he couldnât say that. couldnât admit how much it was killing him. âsheâs just happy, okay?â jungwon snapped, the words coming out sharper than he intended. his frustration bled through, cracking the mask heâd been holding up. as soon as the words were out, he regretted them. sunghoon raised an eyebrow at jungwonâs outburst. âdamn, man, relax. weâre just messing with you.â jake and sunghoon exchanged a glanceâone of those silent, knowing looks that meant they were both thinking the same thing. âdude, what the fuck is wrong with you?â jake finally asked, leaning forward on the couch, his eyes narrowing at jungwon. there was no bite in his tone, just concern. sunghoon, who had been lounging with his feet kicked up, straightened in his seat, nodding in agreement. âyeah, man. is something going on?â jungwon sighed, his grip on the remote loosening as he tried to shake off the weight sitting heavy on his chest. he didnât want to talk about itâdidnât even know how toâbut he could feel their eyes on him, waiting, and for once, he couldnât just brush it off.
ânothingâs wrong,â he muttered, voice flat, forcing a smile that felt like it could crack his face. âjust been tired, you know?â âbullshit,â jake said, calling him out instantly, his eyes narrowing further. âcome on, donât pull that tired card again. weâre not idiots. whatâs really going on?â jungwon let out a long, shaky breath, trying to play it off, but it was like a dam about to break. his fingers ran through his hair, tugging slightly as he avoided their stares. âitâs nothing,â he repeated, quieter this time, trying to convince himself more than anyone else. and then sunghoon said it. the thing. âis this about jay?â it was like someone had punched him in the gut, knocking the air from his lungs. his jaw clenched so hard he thought it might snap. jake and sunghoon didnât say anything for a moment, but that silence said everything.
jake and sunghoon exchanged another look, this time laced with humorâlight, teasing. they understood what this was about, but in their usual fashion, they werenât about to get too serious. âso... youâre jealous,â jake said, grinning like it was the most obvious thing in the world. âyeah,â sunghoon added, âyouâre scared jayâs gonna steal her away from you.â jungwonâs lips twitched into a half-hearted smile despite himself. steal her away from me. they made it sound so simple, like it wasnât this all-consuming thing eating at him day and night. but hearing it put like that, it almost made him feel better. âoh, please,â jake smirked, leaning back into the couch, âas if jay stands a chance when sunghoon and i are here.â sunghoon barked out a laugh, nodding. âexactly. y/nâs just wasting time with him until she realizes weâre the real deal.â âyouâre both idiots,â he muttered, shaking his head, but there was a small, genuine smile pulling at his lips now. it wasnât much, but it was enough to ground him. âso?â jake started, his grin widening, âyou want us to sweep y/n off her feet? we could totally make it happen. bet sheâd love to be spoiled by us.â
jungwonâs expression darkened for a second, but he played it off with a smirk. hiding how much it really fucked him up inside. âyeah? go ahead. iâd rather you two fuck her than let jay get his hands on her.â the room fell into dead silence. jake and sunghoon both froze, staring at jungwon like heâd just said the most unhinged shit theyâd ever heard. their eyes went wide, exchanging glances like they werenât sure if he was fucking serious or just fucking around. âwhat the fuck, dude?â jake raised an eyebrow, laughing awkwardly but still trying to figure out if jungwon was for real. âyou canât be serious.â
sunghoon looked just as thrown off, his brows furrowing like he wasnât sure what to make of the whole situation. âyeah, man, thatâs... kind of fucked up.â jungwon just chuckled lowly, leaning back against the couch, acting like it didnât bother him. âwhat? you guys havenât thought about it? with all the shit you say about her?â his eyes flicked between them, sharp, like he was daring them to admit something. jake and sunghoon shifted, clearly uncomfortable, glancing at each other for a second too long. and that was all jungwon needed to know. âcome on,â jungwon pressed, narrowing his eyes, âyouâre telling me youâve never thought about fucking her?â sunghoon cleared his throat, his eyes darting away, and jake rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking anywhere but at jungwon. âwell, i mean... weâve joked about it,â jake finally muttered, trying to play it off like it wasnât a big deal, âbut we never... you know, took it seriously. sheâs your sister, dude.â jungwon laughed, but there was no humor in it. âright.â âyeah, we never actually meant weâd... you know,â sunghoon added, looking like he wanted to crawl out of his own skin.
jungwonâs smirk stayed plastered on his face, but his eyes were dark, and they both knew theyâd crossed into territory that felt too fucking dangerous. but jungwon couldnât stop pushing it. he needed them to feel as fucking uncomfortable as he did. maybe then they'd keep their mouths shut, and for the love of god try not to mention jay. ârelax,â he muttered, leaning back again, trying to appear calm. âi know youâre just talk. probably couldnât handle her anyway.â jake forced a laugh, trying to lighten the mood, but it came out shaky. âyeah, well, maybe sheâd eat us alive. guess weâll never know.â
âyeah,â sunghoon chimed in, trying to keep things from spiraling further, âweâll leave y/n to the real men, huh?â he gave his friends a half-hearted grin, pretending like their banter had actually lifted his mood. but as the conversation moved on, their laughter filling the room, jungwon stayed silent, his mind spiraling back to the same thought that had been plaguing him for weeks. he just wanted you home. and no amount of jokes or cocky smiles could change that. as he stared at the TV, barely registering the movie playing in front of him, he missed the quick look between jake and sunghoonâa brief exchange of glances, almost like a shared secret. it went unnoticed by jungwon, buried beneath his own frustration, his jealousy too loud to hear anything else.
the frustration still buzzed under your skin as you leaned against jayâs car, the harsh fluorescent lights in the parking lot flickering overhead like they were mocking your mood. today had been a fucking disaster, all because your boss had to lose his shit over something as stupid as a font. âcan you believe that prick?â you huffed, running your fingers through your hair, still feeling the burn of irritation. âwho the fuck cares about a font?â jay chuckled, but you caught the edge in his eyes, the same frustration simmering beneath that calm, easygoing mask he always wore. âyeah, the manâs got a real talent for missing the point,â he muttered, arms crossed, leaning back against his car like he wasnât two seconds away from snapping himself.
he always had this way of looking like everything was under control, even when you both wanted to set the office on fire. âbut fuck it, we crushed it. and honestly? he can go fuck himself.â you let out a sharp laugh, tension easing off your shoulders just a little. jay always had that effect, making the shittiest days feel like they werenât so bad when he was around. and even though you could tell he was just as pissed, he never let it show. it was... comforting, somehow. god, heâs good, you thought, watching the way he managed to keep his cool when you were one bad comment away from throwing your laptop across the room. âyouâre better than me,â you said, your voice softening without meaning to. âi wouldâve lost it in there.â he shrugged, giving you a small, crooked smile. âjust trying to keep the peace. doesnât mean iâm not pissed.â his eyes flicked to yours, something darker in his gaze before he pushed off the car, a subtle shift in the air. you glanced at your watch, realizing how late it was. fuck. jungwon was probably at home by now, waiting for you. the thought brought a flicker of guilt to your chest, but before you could get too lost in it, jayâs voice cut through your thoughts. âhey,â he said, voice casual, but with an edge of something more. âwanna grab a drink? we deserve it after today.â
you blinked, a little caught off guard. âyou sure? itâs late, and i didnât peg you as the greasy takeout and beer type.â jay grinned, that playful spark lighting up his eyes. âwho said anything about greasy? i know a spot. nothing too fancy, just... chill.â you raised a brow, skeptical. âknowing you, âchillâ could mean anything. iâm half-expecting a place that charges for air.â he laughed, leaning in slightly, his voice dropping a bit. âtrust me. youâll like it.â you hesitated for a second, but fuck itâyou could use a drink. after the shitshow of a day youâd had, spending more time with jay wasnât exactly a bad idea either. you slid into his car, the leather cool against your skin as you let out a tired sigh. jay kept things light, cracking jokes that had you laughing and forgetting why you were so pissed in the first place. he had that way about him, making everything feel easier, like nothing was a big deal when you were with him. when you pulled up to the restaurant, your jaw almost hit the floor. âchaconne?â you half-laughed, staring at the chandeliers, the valet parking, and people walking in wearing designer shit like it was a casual tuesday. âyou said âpretty chill,â not... this.â jay smirked, clearly enjoying your reaction. âitâs not that bad. come on.â
you smacked his arm lightly as you stepped out of the car, rolling your eyes. âi wouldâve been fine with some dive bar and burgers, you know.â he laughed, guiding you inside. âyeah, but you deserve more than that. trust me.â and, there it was againâsomething about the way he said that, the way he looked at you. it wasnât just friendly anymore. it felt... intentional. the second you stepped inside, the low hum of conversation and soft glow of chandeliers wrapped around you. this place was fancy, no doubt, and you felt a little out of place in your office attire. but jay? he looked like he belonged here, pulling out a chair for you with a smoothness that made your stomach flip. âthis is too much,â you muttered, sitting down. âdo they charge by chandelier?â jay chuckled, sitting across from you, and for a second, something in his eyes softened in a way that made your chest tighten. âseriously, stop. you deserve it. this is my treat.â you tried to shake off the warmth spreading through you, but it was hard to ignore. jay had always been sweet, always thoughtful, but tonight? there was something different in the way he looked at you. something heavier. the banter flowed easily as it always did, jokes and sarcasm bouncing between you two like normal, but every time his knee brushed yours under the table, whether it was on purpose or not, you felt it. every glance, every smile, felt like a little spark that you werenât sure what to do with.
it wasnât just the food or the wineâit was him. the way he leaned in just a little closer when he talked, this wasnât the usual flirtation you were used to with him. this felt... deliberate. and as you sipped your wine, pretending not to notice the way jayâs eyes flicked down to your lips, you couldnât help but wonder where the night was heading. âwhat?â you asked, catching him watching you again as you set your glass down, trying to keep your voice steady. jay leaned back in his chair, that familiar cocky smirk on his lips. ânothing,â he said, voice low, teasing. âjust thinking... this might be the best idea iâve had all week.â you raised an eyebrow, trying to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat. âtaking me to an overpriced restaurant? yeah, real genius.â he chuckled, his eyes darkening just a little. âno... spending more time with you.â âare you flirting with me?â you teased, trying to keep it light, but your voice was softer now, your pulse picking up. jayâs lips twitched, and for a second, his eyes dropped to your lips again before snapping back up. âmaybe i am.â
you swallowed, the tension between you both thick enough to cut. âand here i thought you were a gentleman,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper now. his smirk deepened. âi am,â he murmured, leaning in just a little more. âbut youâre making it hard to stay one.â the heat in your chest spread lower, and you shifted in your seat, trying to stay composed. âwell, then maybe you should stop teasing.â jayâs gaze flickered to your lips again, his voice dropping even lower. âmaybe i donât want to.â the conversation flowed easily all night, a smooth back-and-forth, laughter filling the space between you and jay as the wine worked its magic, loosening the edge that had been hanging over you both. you talked about everythingâyour turn-offs, shitty relationships, future plansâstuff you wouldnât usually share with anyone. but with jay? it was easy. too easy.
âi was such a troublemaker back in the day,â jay confessed, laughing as he played with the rim of his wine glass, his fingers tapping lightly against the smooth surface. âgot myself into some crazy shit before i finally realized i had to get my act together.â you leaned in, grinning at him, already intrigued. âoh yeah? what happened? what made jay park, the legend, finally decide to get his shit together?â he smirked, his eyes glinting with something darker, something playful as he met your gaze head-on. âhad to step up. couldnât be a a kid forever, right?â you cocked your head to the side, teasing. âso, what? youâre a responsible troublemaker now?â jay chuckled, fingers tracing the rim of his glass as his gaze lingered on you. âsomething like that.â you could feel the wine starting to hit, your cheeks flushed, your body a little warmer than before, and you knew heâd noticed too. his eyes kept flicking over your face, taking in the flush on your skin under the dim light of the restaurant, like he was seeing you differently tonight. âso,â you started, leaning forward just a little, a playful glint in your eye. âhow much do you actually make, mr. responsible troublemaker?â
he didnât answer right away, and you saw that smirk of his slowly curl back onto his lips. it was a power move, a playful one that had you shifting in your seat, wondering how long he was gonna drag this out. he finally looked up, tapping his finger against his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. âhmm, let me thinkâŚâ you rolled your eyes, laughing lightly as you leaned back, trying to keep it casual. âcome on, donât edge me like that.â jayâs eyes flashed with something darker for just a split second, but he quickly covered it with a chuckle, raising an eyebrow at you. âedging you? didnât know i was doing anything special.â the heat in your face rose, but you didnât back down. the tension between you was thick, a game you werenât sure you could win, but fuck itâyou were in too deep now. âyeah, well, youâre doing a pretty good job of it,â you say suggestively. jayâs smirk widened, his gaze sharpening as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. âam i now? didnât realize you were so impatient.â you crossed your legs under the table, hoping he didnât notice how tightly your thighs pressed together at his words, at the way your body was reacting to every little thing he was saying.
âiâm not impatient,â you replied, your voice a little breathier than you intended. âjust curious. youâve been holding out on me all night.â his gaze dropped to your lips for just a second, almost too fast to catch, but it was enough to send your stomach flipping. he leaned in closer, his voice dropping lower, his words wrapping around you like a caress. âmaybe iâm just enjoying watching you squirm.â the way he looked at youâlike he wanted to eat you alive, like he was holding back on purposeâit took everything in you not to lose your composure completely. âcareful,â you murmured, your voice soft but laced with a challenge. âyou might regret teasing me.â jay leaned back in his chair, still relaxed, still in control, but the air between you was charged, heavy with something neither of you could ignore. âi doubt iâd regret it,â he said, his smile too knowing, too cocky. âbesides, you look good when youâre flustered.â you swallowed hard, trying to keep your cool, but the way his words slid into the space between you made it impossible to ignore the heat pooling low in your stomach.
he knew exactly what he was doing to you. âyouâre trouble, park,â you muttered, though your words lacked any real bite. truth was, you didnât want him to stop. not even close. jay grinned, his eyes glinting with that same playful, almost dangerous edge as he took another sip of his wine. âyou have no idea.â jay was still being a gentlemanâtechnically, he wasnât crossing any linesâbut the way he spoke to you, the way he looked at you, it was enough to leave your pussy throbbing under the table. by the time the night ended, and jay walked you out, his hand lightly resting on the small of your back, you couldnât shake the feeling that something had shifted between you. and as you glanced up at him, catching the way his eyes lingered on yours, you knew you werenât the only one feeling it.
you both stumbled up the stairs, giggles slipping out of you as jayâs hand stayed firmly on your back, warm and steady. no elevators, just endless steps, and the alcohol running through your veins made everything seem a little funnier than it should have been.
âgod,â you slurred through your laughter, grabbing jayâs arm to steady yourself. âyouâd think after living here for years, iâd be used to this.â jay chuckled despite the mess of the night. âyouâve survived this long. i think youâll make it.â when your apartment finally came into view, you reached for your keys, but the loud shouts and bursts of laughter hit you first. you groaned, already knowing exactly who it was. âshit,â you sighed, leaning into jay with a grin that felt more playful than exasperated. âjake and sunghoon are here. theyâre probably playing that stupid horror game again.â jay raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. âyou didnât mention theyâd be here.â you shrugged, pushing the door open a little. âtheyâre harmless. might as well introduce you before they scare you off.â
quietly, you pushed the door open, jay trailing behind. the scene inside was chaoticâsnacks scattered, empty cans thrown all over the place, the three boys huddled around the screen, completely lost in the game. jake and sunghoon were yelling, clearly losing, while jungwon sat in the middle, eyes glued to the screen, fingers gripping the controller so tight his knuckles turned white. his jaw was locked, brows furrowed in concentration. but the second his eyes flicked over to you, his grip tightened even more, and his pulse quickened as he took in the sight of your flushed cheeks, the tipsy smile that played on your lips. you looked fucking gorgeous. âheyyy,â you giggled, stepping fully inside and waving dramatically at the guys. jake turned first, his grin wide and teasing as soon as he saw you. âoh, look whoâs back,â jake said, leaning back against the couch, voice dripping with amusement. âknew youâd be tipsy by now.â sunghoon glanced over, laughing as well. âyou look like you had one hell of a time.â you pushed the door open wider, and thatâs when all their attention shifted to jay standing behind you. jungwon felt his stomach drop, a cold knot forming in his chest. he didnât need you to introduce him. he knew exactly who this guy was. jay. with a smooth smile, jay raised a hand in greeting. âhey, nice to meet you guys.â
jake and sunghoon exchanged quick, surprised glances, their tipsy minds catching up slower than usual. but they jumped up to greet him anyway, stumbling over themselves. âhey, man!â jake practically shouted, extending his hand for a firm handshake. ânice to meet you.â sunghoon followed right after, shaking his head with a grin. âyeah, didnât know y/n had friends outside of work,â he teased, shaking jayâs hand too. but jungwon? he was slower. more deliberate. his eyes stayed glued to you, even as he stood up, forcing himself to extend a hand to jay. his mind raced, trying to make sense of it all. this was the guy. ânice to finally meet you,â jungwon said, his voice tight, the grip of his handshake firmer than it needed to be. âshe wouldnât shut up about you.â there was a sharp edge to his words, but jay didnât seem to catch it. he just laughed, throwing a glance in your direction. âoh yeah? she talks about me?â jungwon forced a smirk, one that didnât quite reach his eyes. âyeah, mostly about how fucking loaded you are.â
your face flushed with embarrassment, and you quickly nudged jungwonâs side, laughing awkwardly. âheâs exaggerating,â you muttered. âi didnât say that much.â jay chuckled, leaning in a little closer. âdonât worry. iâm flattered.â he was too smooth. way too smooth. and the way you lit up every time he spoke? it was obvious. jay really wasnât just some guy. all the anxiety he felt, made sense. he wasn't overthinking it, he wasn't being paranoid. jay was a bigger problem than he thought. jungwon sat back down on the couch, fists clenched in his lap as jake and sunghoon dragged jay over, introducing him to the mess of their night. but jungwon couldnât focus on their chatter, or the chaos of the room. all he could see was you. standing there, flushed, tipsy, looking too fucking good for your own good.
you sat beside jungwon, wrapping your arms around him in a playful hug like you always did. âthis is jungwon,â you said, smiling up at him with that same affection. âmy brother.â brother. right. jungwon forced a smile, but it didnât reach his eyes. if it were just the two of you, heâd be teasing you right now, making fun of how tipsy you were, how clingy you got when you were drunk. but with jay watching, he had to play it cool. had to pretend like everything was fine. âyeah,â jungwon said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. âshe talks about you all the time. couldnât get her to shut up about how great you are.â jay smiled, unfazed, clearly amused by the whole thing. âwell, iâll take that as a compliment.â you groaned, swatting at jungwonâs arm. âwhy do you have to make it weird, won?â but jungwon barely heard you. his eyes were glued to youâthe way your shirt had come undone, your hair a mess from the night out, your skirt riding up just a little too high. you looked like a fucking dream. and jay was seeing it, too. he could tell by the way jayâs eyes lingered on you, by the subtle shift in his smile.
jungwonâs fists tightened in his lap, and for a split second, he thought about saying something, anything to get you away from jay. but he didnât. instead, he sat back, pretending like he didnât care, like he always did. the conversation flowed around him, jake and sunghoon going back and forth with jay, throwing questions at him about work, life, plansâshit jungwon couldnât give a fuck about. every now and then, heâd force himself to chime in, all for the sake of keeping up appearances. âso, jay,â jake asked, leaning in like they were old friends, a grin plastered across his face, âany big plans after this project with y/n?â jay shrugged, his eyes flicking toward you for a second, and the way his gaze softened made jungwon want to punch something. âweâve got a few more campaigns lined up, keeping us busy, but weâre handling it. y/nâs been great to work with.â of course youâve been great. âyeah, sheâs an asset,â he muttered, the words sharp and bitter. you shot jay a warm smile, and the look in your eyes, that soft admiration, twisted the knife deeper. âheâs just being modest,â you said, your voice quiet but full of gratitude. âiâve learned a lot from him.â jungwon couldnât fucking stand it. the way you looked at jay like he hung the stars in the sky, like he was something special.
the conversation dragged on for a few more minutes, jay playing the perfect gentleman, but all jungwon could focus on was the way you seemed to gravitate toward him, like the room wasnât big enough to keep the distance. then, you glanced at the clock, realizing how late it had gotten. âshit,â you muttered, standing up a little too quickly, swaying on your feet, tipsy from the wine. âi should probably go to bed.â jay was on his feet instantly, his hand on your arm, steadying you before you could even stumble. âyou okay?â âyeah, just⌠tipsy,â you laughed, brushing it off like it was nothing. but jungwon saw it. the way jay looked at you, warm. protective. everything jungwon wanted to be for you. jungwon stayed silent as he watched you lean into jay, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. every time you smiled at him, every time you let yourself get a little too close, jungwon felt his patience wearing thin. âiâll walk you to your room,â jay offered, his voice soft, like it was some grand fucking gesture. and you, tipsy and flustered, nodded, grateful.
jungwon didnât say a word. he stood there, stiff, watching as you and jay made your way toward the hall. every part of him screamed to do something, to stop you, to pull you away from jay and tell you to stay. to tell you that it shouldâve been him walking you to your room, not jay. but he didnât. he just forced a small, tight smile, pretending like he wasnât falling apart inside as he watched you leave with someone else. âsheâs in good hands, man,â sunghoon said after a beat, breaking the silence, giving jungwon a look that was far too knowing for his liking. âjay seems solid.â âyeah,â jungwon muttered, his voice barely audible, barely able to form the words. âiâm sure she is.â but deep down, all he could think about was how badly he wished it was him. he wanted to be the one you trusted, the one you leaned on when you were tipsy and unsteady. the one you turned to when you needed someone. the one you chose.
as jay walked you down the hallway, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back, you could feel the warmth of his touch seeping through your skin, making your body hum under his fingers. everything around you feeling lighter, easier, thanks to the alcohol still buzzing in your system. âfirst time getting walked to my damn room,â you mumbled, a grin pulling at your lips. âso... proper.â jay chuckled, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down your spine. âsomeoneâs gotta make sure you get there in one piece,â he teased, his hand lingering on your back, staying there a little longer than necessary. you rolled your eyes, stumbling slightly as you caught yourself with his help, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. âoh, please. iâve lived here forever. pretty sure i could find my way blindfolded.â jay smirked, steadying you with that familiar, calm touch, leaning in a little closer, his breath warm against your ear. âyou sure about that? i'm pretty sure you almost face-planted into that wall.â you laughed, swatting at his chest, âokay, maybe iâm a little more drunk than i thought.â the laughter faded as you both reached your door, the air between you thickening, tension slowly building. jayâs hand slipped away from your back, but his eyes stayed glued to yours. he took a step back, just enough to let the moment breathe, but you could still feel him, that pull between you two impossible to ignore. âyou good?â he asked softly, his voice losing some of the teasing, dropping into something more intimate, more real. you nodded, biting your lip as warmth spread through your chest, not just from the wine, but from the way he was looking at you. âyeah... thanks for tonight. i had a good time.â
jay smiled, his gaze flicking down to your lips for the briefest second before he met your eyes again. âme too,â he murmured, his voice low, like he was sharing a secret with you. âiâm glad we did this.â you swallowed, the weight of the moment settling in your chest, and thenâyour tipsy brain decided to cut through the tension. âokay, mister proper,â you teased, though your voice was a little more breathless than you intended, âthis is where you leave me.â jay ran a hand through his hair, stepping back a little, but his eyes never left yours. âright. wouldnât want to ruin my perfect gentleman streak.â you laughed, but the heat between you hadnât gone anywhere. âgoodnight, jay.â âgoodnight, y/n,â he said softly, and with one last look, he turned and started walking down the hallway, leaving you standing there, heart still racing in your chest. you watched him go, and just as he reached the corner, something inside you stirredânerves, excitement, you werenât sureâbut before you could stop yourself, you called out, âwait, jay?â he stopped, turning back to you, that easy smile tugging at his lips again. âyeah?â you hesitated, the wine still making you a little bolder than usual. âyouâre not just leaving like that, are you?â jay raised an eyebrow, his smile turning more playful, more curious. âwhat, you miss me already?â you rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest only grew. âmaybe,â you teased, leaning against the doorframe, trying to keep it light, âjust wasnât expecting you to... leave so fast.â
jay started making his way back toward you, his hands slipping into his pockets, his eyes locked on yours as he stopped just a few steps away. âwell, you did say âgoodnight,ââ he pointed out, his smirk still there, confident and infuriating. you bit your lip, feeling a sudden wave of self-consciousness, but you pushed through it, âyeah, but i didnât mean, like, leave-leave.â your voice trailed off slightly as you glanced down, heat rising in your cheeks. âi just... i really had fun tonight. thanks for... everything.â jay took another step closer, his voice dropping even lower, that same calm, comforting tone. âit was my pleasure. i had a great time too, y/n. honestly.â you looked up at him, and there it was againâthat feeling. the butterflies in your stomach, the way he was standing so close that you could feel the warmth radiating off him. âso...â you started, your voice a little shaky, âi guess, uh... iâll see you tomorrow?â jay inhaled deeply, his smile still there but a little more restrained. âyeah,â he said softly, âiâll see you tomorrow.â for a second, you were sure he might lean in, that the night was about to take a different turn. but then jay stepped back, just enough to let the moment hang in the air, unresolved. âweâll leave it at that... for now.â then, without another word, he turned, walking down the hallway with a quiet confidence that left you breathless. he didnât look back, leaving you standing there, heart pounding, mind spinning. leave it at that, for now. the words replayed in your mind, a promise, a pause in the inevitable. it left you wonderingânot ifâbut when something more might happen.
the sound of the front door closing echoed through the quiet apartment, sealing the night behind you. faint murmurs of jay saying his goodbyes to the boys lingered, but they felt distant, drowned out by the racing pulse in your chest. once you made it to your room, the door clicking shut behind you, you exhaled a long breath, one you hadnât realized youâd been holding onto for so long. everything from the evening hung in the airâevery glance, every word exchanged between you and jay, replaying in your mind like a highlight reel. âoh my god,â you muttered under your breath, feeling the heat rise to your face as a smile broke across your lips. and then, without warning, a giggle slipped out. you tried covering your mouth with your hands, but it was no useâthe excitement bubbling up inside you couldnât be contained.
before you knew it, another laugh escaped, louder this time, and suddenly you were bouncing on your bed, your body moving purely from the rush of joy flooding your veins. jay liked you. or at the very least, there was something there, something undeniable. the realization hit you all at once, and it sent another wave of excitement straight through you. you collapsed onto your bed, sinking into the pillows with a grin you couldnât wipe away if you tried. âwhat the hell just happened?â you whispered, staring up at the ceiling, still in disbelief at how the night had played out. hugging a pillow to your chest, you giggled again, feeling the thrill of possibility wrapping around you like a blanket. everything about tonight felt different. special. like it was the start of something you werenât ready to name, but you could feel it growing. rolling onto your side, you clutched the pillow tighter, another quiet laugh slipping out. âi canât believe that just happened,â you mumbled, still grinning like you were in some sort of dream, your mind racing with the memory of jayâs lingering touches, the way he looked at you, the way his words felt like they held a secret just for you. as you lay there, thoughts kept drifting back to himâhow easy it was being around him tonight, how much fun you had together, how different it felt from every other time youâd seen him at work. tonight was different, you could feel it. something between the two of you had changed, and you knew that tomorrow, things wouldnât be the same.
jungwon sat slumped on the couch, his eyes glued to the tv, the images blurred together, meaningless noise in the background of his thoughts. jay had left a while ago, but the tension in jungwonâs chest hadnât gone anywhere. he absentmindedly reached into a bag of stale chips, shoving another one in his mouth, but it tasted like cardboard. his mind was too busy replaying every interaction between you and jay, over and over, like some sick movie he couldnât turn off. jake and sunghoon were still chatting, their voices fading as the night wore on. theyâd been talking about marvel movies, but jungwon hadnât really been listening. he felt like his brain was overheating. sunghoon stretched out lazily on the couch, his voice heavy with sleep. âso... jay. dude seems solid, huh? i don't think you should worry about y/n too much.â jake groaned, half-asleep already, tossing a pillow over his head. âheâs cool, but man, too tired for this shit. letâs talk tomorrow.â his words were muffled, barely coherent as he drifted closer to sleep. jungwonâs grip tightened on the chip bag, the plastic crinkling under his fingers. he wanted to tell them to shut the hell up, to stop talking about jay like it was no big deal. but he stayed quiet, shoving another tasteless chip in his mouth, chewing mechanically.
sunghoon, still awake, glanced over at jungwon with a lazy smirk. âbut donât you think itâs weird? like, he just shows up out of nowhere, and now heâs all over y/n?â the comment made jungwonâs stomach churn but he kept his mouth shut. he didnât trust himself to speak without losing it. jake, half-conscious now, mumbled from under the pillow, ây/nâs a big girl. she knows what sheâs doing. jayâs just a guy.â just a guy. jungwon swallowed the lump in his throat, forcing down the bile that was rising. he wanted to scream, to throw something, to do anything to stop feeling like this. âheâs not just some guy,â jungwon muttered under his breath, the words slipping out before he could stop them. he wasnât even sure if sunghoon or jake had heard him. but sunghoon had. he turned his head slightly, raising an eyebrow at jungwon. âwhat was that?â
jungwon sighed, trying to play it off, forcing himself to sound casual. ânothing. just... hope heâs not wasting her time.â sunghoon yawned, stretching again, his eyelids heavy. ânah, y/nâs smart. sheâll figure it out.â jungwon glanced at jake, who had passed out completely, limbs sprawled out across the couch. sunghoon wasnât far behind, his head nodding as sleep pulled him under. but jungwon couldnât sleep. his mind wouldnât shut off. with a deep sigh, jungwon stood up, tossing the half-empty chip bag onto the coffee table. the quiet hum of the fridge filled the flat as he made his way to the kitchen. he grabbed two beers, the cool metal of the cans grounding him, if only for a second. as he walked back toward his room, he passed by your door. he slowed down, his eyes lingering on it. were you still awake? were you thinking about jay right now? the thought made his chest tighten, but he forced himself to keep walking, pushing open the door to his own room. he dropped into his chair, cracking open the beer with a sharp hiss. he took a long swig, hoping the alcohol would numb the gnawing ache in his gut. he booted up his computer, needing a distraction, something to take his mind off everything. but the second the screen flickered to life, his stomach dropped.
there it wasâthe live feed from the camera heâd hidden in your room. his eyes locked onto the screen, guilt and shame flooding his body in an instant. but he doesn't look away. jungwon sat frozen, staring at the screen like it was some sort of punishment he couldnât escape from. there you were, sitting on your bed, bathed in the soft glow of your bedside lamp, phone in hand, giggling quietly to yourself. you looked so fucking happy. too happy. your fingers moved quickly over the phone, typing, pausing now and then to laugh softly, lips curling into that familiar smile. the smile he knew wasnât for him. jungwon took another long swig of his beer, trying to drown out the jealousy gnawing at him, but like everything else, it didnât help. nothing ever did. he set the beer down, fingers curling into tight fists as he watched you. part of him wanted to slam the laptop shut but he needed to know who you were texting, though he could already guess it by now. his breath caught as you suddenly sat up, that same damn smile spreading across your face. the eagerness in your movements sent a wave of dread crashing over him.
what the fuck was happening? you stood in front of your mirror, fixing your hair, smoothing out your clothes. jungwon watched you, his grip on the mouse tightening. you hadnât even been home an hour and you were already getting ready to talk to jay again? seriously? it was hard enough seeing you with jay earlier, but nowânow you were about to do a video call, giggling like some lovesick teenager. you glanced at your phone, then plopped back onto your bed, adjusting yourself, fluffing your hair, making sure everything was just right. jungwonâs heart sank. he knew that look all too well. it was all for jay. he couldnât tear his eyes away, watching as you picked up your phone again, smiling at whatever message popped up on the screen. then, through the speakers, he heard itâyour voice. "miss me already?" you said, laughter filled the room, and jungwon felt his chest tighten.
of course. the beer can in his hand crumpled slightly under the pressure of his grip, but he didnât care. every muscle in his body was wound tight, ready to snap. he listened, jaw clenched, as jayâs voice crackled through the speakers, muffled but clear enough to set jungwonâs blood boiling. âjust got home,â jayâs voice said, casual, like none of this was fucking with jungwonâs head. âfirst time on a video call, huh? canât believe weâve never done this before.â your eyes sparkled as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, settling into the bed, completely unaware of the storm brewing in the next room. âyeah, kinda weird but fun,â you replied, your voice light, carefree. âguess thereâs a first for everything.â the conversation between you and jay flowed easily, his voice seeping through the speakers like poison as you both planned to meet up again. jungwon could barely breathe as he listened to you suggest the weekend. âmaybe we can do something... just us,â jayâs voice came through, warm and smooth.
just us. jay wasnât just a passing interest. he was already staking his claim, like jungwon didnât even exist. then you teased, your voice dropping to a playful tone, the kind you only used when you were comfortable with someone. âis it the alcohol, or are you actually obsessed with me, jay?â jay chuckled, his voice lower now, raspier. probably from exhaustion, probably because he was thinking about you. âoh, you caught me. totally obsessed. canât stop thinking about you.â you bit your lip, a small smile playing on your lips. fuck, you were glowing. you were eating this shit up. âwell, you do seem to be sticking around,â you teased, enjoying every second of it. jungwonâs stomach churned. he could see it all over your faceâhow much you were enjoying this. how much jay was getting under your skin, in ways that no one else ever had. then, you took it further. âif iâm so special, youâd break your gentlemanly streak.â jungwon could hear the playful edge in jayâs voice as he responded. âis this why you called? you wanted me to stay over, didnât you?â your laugh was soft, but jungwon could see the way you bit your lip, see how flustered you were getting. âi donât know. you tell me.â jungwonâs fist slammed down on the desk before he even realized it, the sharp thud breaking the moment. his entire body shook with the effort of holding back, his chest heaving as anger twisted inside him. the beer can crumpled completely in his hand, but he didnât care. his focus was on youâon what was happening right in front of him.
this was worse than anything. worse than any of your exes. because with jay, it wasnât just physical. jay was pulling you in, wrapping you around his fucking finger, and jungwon couldnât do shit about it. your head snapped up at the sudden noise, your smile faltering as you glanced toward jungwonâs room. âwhat was that?â you asked, the unease creeping into your voice, pulling you out of the moment with jay. on the screen, jay raised an eyebrow, concern flickering in his eyes. âeverything okay?â he asked, his voice soft, probing, like he could sense something was off. you forced a smile, waving it off, though the tension lingered in the air. âyeah, itâs fine,â you said, but the waver in your voice gave you away. you glanced back toward jungwonâs room, your brow furrowed. âi think itâs just jungwon.â jayâs concern deepened. âis he okay? maybe you should check on him.â you hesitated, torn between the conversation and the guilt tugging at you. was jungwon okay? the noise had been loud, and it wasnât like him to react like that. what the hell was going on with him? you bit your lip, uncertainty creeping in. âheâs probably fine,â you muttered, trying to convince yourself as much as jay. âmaybe he just dropped something.â but deep down, you werenât sure. things had been off with jungwon latelyâheâd been distant, quieter. and you had been caught up in other things, like work, like jay, barely noticing it.
jayâs voice cut through your thoughts. âare you sure? i donât mind letting you go if you need to check on him.â
you shook your head, not wanting to break the mood between you two. âno, no... heâs probably just being his usual grumpy self.â but even as you said it, you couldnât shake the unease. maybe jungwon was upset. maybe you had been neglecting him. you sighed, running a hand through your hair, wondering when things had gotten so complicated. âwhatâs wrong with him?â you muttered under your breath, glancing toward your door again. jay tried to lighten the mood, his voice warm. âheâs probably just jealous. i mean, if i had a sister like you, iâd be protective too.â you laughed, though it sounded hollow. âyeah, heâs always been that way,â you admitted, though the knot in your stomach didnât loosen. jayâs gaze softened, concern and affection mixing in his expression. âseriously, though. if heâs upset, you should talk to him.â you nodded, knowing jay was right, but not wanting to deal with it right now. the conversation between you and jay had been going so well, and you werenât ready to let it go yet. âsorry to cockblock you,â you muttered with a grin, trying to shift the mood back to playful. jayâs laughter was immediate, warm and infectious, shaking off some of the tension. âoh, come on,â he said, still chuckling. âdonât apologize. iâm just glad you still think iâm a gentleman after all this.â his laugh made you smile despite yourself, and for a moment, the unease faded. you joined in, teasing him right back. âwell, i did just ruin the moment.â jay wiped away a fake tear, grinning. âtrust me,â he said, voice still playful, âthereâs no ruining anything with you.â
an idea hit you, your eyes lighting up with mischief as you giggled, grabbing your phone. excitement bubbled inside as you scrolled through your gallery, your finger hovering over a certain photo. the smile on your face faltered for just a second. it wasnât exactly a nude, but the picture of you in your baby blue lingerie set? yeah, it was definitely provocative. jayâs brow shot up when he noticed the hesitation. âwhat are you up to?â he asked, the playful tone lingering in his voice, teasing, almost challenging. you grinned, your lip tugging between your teeth. âitâs an apology,â you teased, before hitting send. your heart raced as you waited, watching his phone buzz. anticipation prickled up your spine, making your stomach flip in that giddy way.
when jay opened the message, his reaction was instant. he sat up straighter, his lips parting, eyes widening as they scanned the image. the moment it clicked, his teeth sunk into his lower lip, and you heard the faintest groan escape him. fuck, he looked sexy like that. âwell, damn,â jay muttered, his voice a bit lower, his gaze flicking back to yours. âkind of regret leaving so soon now.â a wave of warmth spread through you, making your pulse race. leaning closer to the screen, you bit your lip, âso, still gonna be a gentleman, or am i that special?â jayâs grin spread wider, amusement glinting in his darkened eyes. âdepends,â he murmured, his voice smooth, inviting, âhow special do you think you are?â your confidence surged, and you shot back without missing a beat. âoh, iâd say iâm worth bending the rules for.â
jayâs chuckle sent a shiver down your spine, his gaze flicking back to the photo. âif you keep talking like that,â he said, voice dropping, âi just might.â
you were about to push further, to see just how far heâd go with this, but then you heard it againâa sound from the other side of the wall. jungwon. again. jay noticed immediately, his playful demeanor shifting to something more concerned. âstill think heâs okay?â he asked, his tone soft but pointed. you sighed, glancing at your door. âi donât know... maybe i should check on him.â jay nodded, his expression softening. âyeah, probably a good idea. we can pick this up later.â he smirked, and there was a glint in his eyes, a promise in his voice. âbut next time,â he paused, leaning closer to the camera, âwear that same set when i take you out.â
you laughed softly, warmth still lingering in your chest even after the call ended. the teasing excitement from jay stayed with you, but now, there was something else brewing. a sense of worry, creeping in at the edges. jungwon. you stood, giggling softly as the room tilted slightly. damn, you were more tipsy than you realized, and it took a second to steady yourself against the wall. jay kept you grounded, kept your focus on him like no one else could. but now, without him on the line, everything felt off, unsettled. maybe thatâs just what he did to youâpulled all your attention in, made you forget everything else, even forget about how much you used to think about jungwon. and now, without him, everything was crashing back in. stumbling slightly, you sighed, feeling the weight of your concern. jungwon. something wasnât right, not with the way heâd been acting, not with the thud from earlier echoing in your mind. you couldnât ignore it anymore. pushing yourself forward, you headed down the hallway, your heart pounding in a way that had nothing to do with the wine or jay. what the hell is going on with him?
as you approached jungwonâs door, the sound of your familiar footsteps made his heart race. panic surged through him, adrenaline kicking in. he could hear your clumsy shuffle outside, but his mind was too clouded to focusâhis eyes glued to the live feed still open on his screen. fuck. his fingers scrambled across the keyboard, minimizing the window in a flash. his screen flickered back to the innocent desktop wallpaper just as the door swung open. you stumbled in, nearly tripping over yourself, that tipsy smile lighting up your face. âhey,â you slurred, gaze locking onto him. jungwon sat there, stiff as a board, looking like a deer caught in headlights. you noticed the way his eyes darted toward the screen before meeting yours again. something was definitely off. âyou good?â you asked, voice soft but with genuine concern, even through your drunk haze. there was something about his posture, the awkward stiffness that made you pause. his screen showed nothing out of the ordinaryâjust a plain wallpaper. but the way he looked at you, like heâd been caught red-handed, made your drunk mind spin. the realization hit you, and a teasing grin spread across your face. âohâŚâ you mumbled, eyes widening in mock surprise. âwere youâŚ?â you trailed off, giggling as the most obvious explanation popped into your head.
was jungwon watching porn? jungwonâs heart pounded harder, realizing what you were thinking. the teasing look in your eyes, the way you bit your lip to hold back laughterâit was clear you had jumped to a conclusion. and letting you believe that? yeah, way better than the truth. in a split second, he made the decision. âyeah,â he muttered, leaning back in his chair, trying to act casual. âcaught me.â your eyes blinked in surprise, not expecting him to admit it so easily. the teasing grin faltered for a moment, but then you laughed, stumbling a bit as you waved your hands in a sloppy apology. âoh shitâsorry!â you giggled, your voice light as you tried not to laugh too hard. âdidnât mean to interrupt or anything.â
jungwon forced a smirk, his insides churning, but his face stayed calm. âitâs fine,â he shrugged, playing it cool, even though his mind was still racing. you leaned against the doorframe, your drunken smile wide as you eyed him. something about the way he was sitting thereâtoo still, too stiffâmade you pause. but your hazy mind couldnât hold onto the thought for long, quickly getting distracted by the warmth in your body and the lightness in your head. âwell, donât work too hard, alright?â you teased, throwing him a playful wink. jungwon cleared his throat, fumbling over his words in a weak attempt to seem casual. âyeah, uh⌠i just hit my knee on the table earlier. nothing big.â it was a pathetic excuse, and he knew it. but you were drunk, too drunk to notice how thinly veiled the lie was. you giggled, brushing it off. âreally?â you laughed, stepping closer to him, your eyes gleaming with curiosity. âsounds like you were watching something good.â
but something shifted in his expressionâhis eyes darkened, the atmosphere thickening around you. you froze for a second, your drunken confidence faltering as you stopped just short of getting too close. âwhyâre you so curious all of a sudden?â jungwonâs voice had dropped lower, more serious, almost challenging. âwanna know what iâm into?â the question hung in the air, heavier than it should have been. your breath hitched, the alcohol making it hard to process the meaning behind his words. and then it hit you. your heart raced as you blinked, caught off guard by the intensity in his gaze. âoh, come on,â you muttered nervously, laughing to shake off the tension. âdonât be weird. besidesâŚâ you trailed off, eyes sweeping over him in a way you hadnât before, your tongue loose from the alcohol. âyouâre already hot, you donât need that stuff.â jungwonâs heart nearly stopped. hot? youâd called him hot? he stared at you, his brain short-circuiting, trying to process what youâd just said. he didnât know how to respond, didnât know what to do with the way his chest tightened at your casual compliment. you blinked, suddenly aware of what youâd let slip. âi meanââ you stammered, waving your hand as if to erase the awkwardness. âforget it. you should just get a girlfriend.â the words hit him harder than they should have. get a girlfriend. like it was that simple. like anyone could ever compare to you. his eyes lingered on you, the way your clothes were wrinkled from the day, how you stood there so oblivious to what you did to him.
how many times had he imagined you, like this, stumbling into his room, his bed, then fucking you in that exact outfit? he swallowed hard, the desire twisting painfully inside him as he forced a neutral expression. âyeahâŚâ he mumbled, his voice barely steady. âmaybe i should.â but you didnât notice the turmoil behind his eyes. you were already pulling away, giggling softly as you pushed off the doorframe. âanyway, donât stay up too late watching⌠whatever,â you teased, oblivious to the storm raging inside him. the door clicked shut behind you, and jungwonâs body slumped in his chair. his breath came out shaky, his chest tight with frustration. fuck, he wanted you. wanted you so bad it physically hurt. his eyes stayed glued to the door long after youâd left, the tension in his body refusing to dissipate. slowly, his gaze drifted back to the computer screen, his fingers twitching toward the mouse. the live feed was still there, minimized in the taskbar, waiting. he could feel the pull, the temptation to click it, to watch you again.
a frustrated groan slipped past his lips as he rubbed his face with both hands, trying to shake the need out of his head. you were so fucking clueless. so damn unaware of the effect you had on him, how deeply youâd burrowed yourself into his mind.
just as he thought he might get a grip on himself, he heard itâyour voice, slurred and cheerful, calling out from down the hallway. âi love ya!â you sang, your words soaked in alcohol and affection. jungwon froze. his heart twisted painfully in his chest as he heard your drunken giggle follow, light and carefreeâthe kind of laugh that used to make him smile. now it felt like someone twisting the knife deeper. his hands pressed against his eyes, trying to block out the sound, trying to ignore the way your words lingered in his head. âi love ya!ââlike it didnât mean anything. like it was just something you threw around casually. he knew it was the alcohol talking, knew you didnât mean it. not in the way he wanted you to. and that made it worse. that fucking shattered him.
jungwon shot up from his chair like a bullet, his heart hammering against his chest, the rage swallowing him whole. his body trembled, his hands clenched into fists so tight his knuckles turned white. he couldnât sit still, couldnât keep the frustration bottled up. pacing back and forth, his muscles burned, stretched to their limit as he swung his arms wildly, desperate for some kind of release. every breath was shallow, sharp, as if he was trying to breathe through the suffocating pressure building inside him. but nothing was working. without thinking, he grabbed the closest thing in reachâa small figurine on his deskâand hurled it against the wall with a guttural shout. the sound of it shattering into pieces, scattering across the floor, barely registered in his mind. it did nothing to ease the tension coiling tighter, suffocating him. it wasnât enough. nothing was enough.
"fuck, fuck, fuck!" he snarled under his breath, dragging his hands through his hair, yanking hard at the strands in frustration. the sharp pain barely registered. his chest was heaving, the walls of his room closing in on him, making it harder to breathe. you were killing him. he couldnât stop thinking about youâyour stupid fucking smile, the way you looked at jay, the way you teased like you didnât even realize what you were doing to him. it was eating him alive. the urge to check the live feed clawed at his mind, gnawing at his last shreds of self-control. his body practically collapsed back into the chair, hands shaking as his fingers hovered over the mouse, ready to click, ready to see you again. but he couldnât do it. couldnât give in. with a growl of frustration, he slammed his fist down on the desk, the sharp sting shooting through his knuckles barely enough to register. the pain was a welcome distraction from the ache burning inside him. âwhy the fuck did you say that?â he whispered, voice cracking with resentment. âyou donât mean it. you donât fucking mean it.â
the words tasted bitter on his tongue as he stared at the empty desktop, his breathing uneven, his pulse pounding in his ears. youâd called him hot like it was nothing, like it was just a throwaway comment, and yet, here he wasâburning from the inside out, unraveling because of you. how many times had you stood in front of him, drunk and completely clueless, without realizing just how deeply youâd twisted him up inside? it was like you enjoyed torturing him, like you knew he was at your mercy and didnât care. his hand twitched toward the nearby beer, his throat dry from the anger that kept simmering, boiling over. with a quick flick, he cracked it open, foam spilling over the edge as he downed half of it in one long gulp, desperate for somethingâanythingâto numb the pain cutting into him. the bitter taste coated his mouth, his lips curling in disgust as he wiped them with the back of his hand. jay. it always came back to fucking jay. jungwon downed the rest of the beer, slamming the empty can onto the desk so hard the noise echoed through the room. his head dropped into his hands, shoulders trembling as the weight of it all crushed him, pressing down until he couldnât take it anymore. âfuck.â
jay had slipped into your life so easily, it was almost hard to remember a time when he wasnât around. he visited often now, seamlessly fitting into your friend group, and even got close with jake and sunghoon. it felt like heâd always been there, like he belonged. jungwon, though, had been a different story. after that night, after everything, heâd been distant for a while. but now? now, he sat right next to jay on the couch, controller in hand, eyes glued to the xbox screen like nothing had ever happened. he seemed fineâmore than fine, actually. like heâd accepted everything, like he wasnât even phased by the way jay had embedded himself into your world. tonight wasnât any different. jay was over again, sitting in his usual spot, and everyone else was gathered in the living room too. the sound of the xbox filled the space, a low hum of explosions and gunfire. jake was sprawled on one couch, half-asleep with a soda can dangling from his hand, while sunghoon sat on the floor, shoving popcorn into his mouth like he hadnât eaten in days. you perched on the arm of the couch, watching jay and jungwon play another round of whatever shooting game theyâd gotten into. it was almost funnyâhow easily they got along now, how the tension that once lingered between them had melted away. "we're crushing it," jay laughed, glancing at jungwon with a grin.
jungwon cracked a rare, genuine smile, his eyes still on the screen. "donât get cocky," he muttered, smirking. "you only won 'cause i carried." jay nudged him with his elbow, his grin widening. âteam effort, man.â you couldnât help but smile, watching the way they bantered so naturally. jungwon, the one who usually kept his cool, had loosened up around jay in a way you hadnât expected. maybe it was surprising how quickly theyâd become friends, but it was a relief too. âyou two make a good team,â you teased, swinging your legs over the edge of the couch, your voice light, trying to ignore the small tug of something in your chest. âyeah, guess i donât mind him hanging around,â jungwon said, shaking his head with a small laugh, like he couldnât quite believe it either. jay shot you a teasing grin. âwow, jungwon actually tolerates me now. i must be doing something right.â jungwon rolled his eyes, but the smirk on his face made it clear he didnât mind the teasing. âdonât get too comfortable.â jake, who had been half-listening, suddenly perked up, pointing lazily at the screen. âjungwonâs just mad 'cause jayâs better at the game now. remember the first time he played? total trash.â ânot trash,â jay argued, raising his hands defensively. âjust... learning.â
jungwon chuckled, leaning back into the couch. "yeah, yeah. let's see if you can hold your own in the next round." it was weird seeing jungwon like thisâso relaxed, so easygoing. he was always the serious one, the one who kept things close to his chest. but around jay? it was like the walls he usually built around himself had crumbled. âso, whenâs the next big project at work?â sunghoon asked between mouthfuls of popcorn. "you two have basically been glued to your desks." you laughed softly, shaking your head. âweâre almost done, thank god. then maybe we can actually hang out like normal people again.â jay smiled, his voice warm and casual. âyeah, maybe we can all do something. outside of work for a change.â jake grinned, tossing a pillow across the room at jay. âyou gonna pay for dinner, rich boy?â jay caught the pillow, laughing. âguess iâm buying.â jungwon laughed too, shaking his head at the back-and-forth. "yeah, you owe us." for a second, everything felt perfect. like the puzzle pieces of your life had finally clicked into place. jay was here, a part of it all, and jungwonâjungwon had accepted it. accepted him. it shouldâve been a relief, but something about the whole thing gnawed at you. jungwonâs shift in attitude, the way he seemed so... okay with everything. it was too sudden. too easy. but you shoved the thought aside. maybe it was nothing. maybe you were overthinking it. âall right, rematch?â jay suggested, glancing at jungwon with a playful smirk.
jungwon grabbed his controller again, eyes gleaming with determination. âletâs do it.â they dove back into the game, and as the laughter and playful insults filled the room, you sat back, content for the moment. but that small, nagging voice in the back of your mind wouldnât go away. jungwonâs sudden acceptance felt... off. like there was more under the surface, something he wasnât saying. you shook the thought away, focusing on the present. jay and jungwon were getting along, and that was enough. for now. âhey,â jayâs voice broke through your thoughts, pulling you back to the room. âyouâre up next, right?â you grinned, feeling the weight lift from your shoulders for a moment. âoh, iâm definitely taking you down.â the room was filled with laughter again, and as the game continued, you tried to let yourself believe that thisâright hereâwas how things were supposed to be. but somewhere deep down, you couldnât shake the feeling that it was all just a little too perfect.
you and jay were both at the office, the hum of workday chatter filling the background. jay sat beside you at the office like he belonged there. he was on his break, lazily fiddling with a rubikâs cube, his brow furrowed as if it took real concentration, but you could feel his eyes darting to you every few seconds. that signature smirk lingered on his lips, like he had something else on his mind. âyou ever solve one of these?â jay asked, twisting the cube with a sharp click. you laughed softly, shaking your head. ânope, never had the patience.â just as you were about to send off an email, your phone buzzed against the desk. you glanced down at the screen. jake: hey y/n, weâre taking jungwon out for drinks tonight! your eyebrows shot up. jungwon? drinks? that wasnât something that happened often. you tapped a quick reply, but the thought lingered, pulling at your attention. he wasnât exactly the most social guy, especially when it came to drinking. curiosity piqued, you quickly typed back a response. âwhatâs up?â jay asked, his voice cutting through your thoughts. his eyes tracked your every move, fingers still idly playing with the cube. âjust jake,â you said, leaning back in your chair, tapping the phone lightly against your thigh. âtheyâre taking jungwon out for drinks tonight. guess heâs warming up to being social.â jay smirked, tossing the rubikâs cube onto the desk and crossing his arms. âheâs been pretty chill lately, especially with me. didnât think thatâd happen.â âme neither,â you admitted, your gaze shifting fully to jay. âheâs always been kinda... closed off, but now itâs like heâs finally enjoying being around people. especially you.â
jay shrugged, though you could see the flicker of pride in his eyes. âguess iâm just that irresistible, huh?â you rolled your eyes, but smiled all the same. âyeah, sure, that must be it.â you leaned in closer, dropping your voice. âbut seriously, itâs nice seeing him open up. heâs been through a lot, and seeing him happy... well, it makes me happy.â the conversation lulled for a moment, the office noise fading into the background. jayâs fingers drummed softly on the desk, and you could feel him thinking, like there was something on his mind he hadnât said yet. âspeaking of happy...â jay started, his voice quieter, more thoughtful now. âthis might be... really bad timing, but iâve been wanting to ask you something.â you raised an eyebrow, intrigued but slightly cautious. âoh? whatâs up?â
he hesitated for a beat, his eyes locking with yours. gone was the teasing smirk, replaced with something more sincere, something that had your pulse picking up speed. âi was wondering...â jay leaned in just a little, the space between you two feeling more intimate, more personal. âwould you wanna go out with me tonight? like... on a real date?â your heart did a quick somersault. jay had always been playful, teasing, but this? this was different. this was realâjust him, asking you out with none of the usual jokes to hide behind. âan actual date?â you echoed, your voice soft as a smile began tugging at your lips. jay nodded, his fingers now absentmindedly tracing the edge of the desk, like he needed something to focus on besides your reaction. âyeah. i mean, weâve hung out a lot, but i want to take you out properly. no more just hanging out at your place.â warmth bloomed in your chest, spreading through your body as nerves fluttered in your stomach. jay had always made you feel comfortable, always been someone who could make you laugh, but now he was offering something more. something you hadnât even realized youâd been waiting for.
âiâd like that,â you said softly, your smile growing wider. âyeah, iâd really like that.â jayâs entire expression lit up, the tension in his shoulders melting away as relief washed over him. âreally?â âreally,â you confirmed, feeling the flutter of anticipation start to build inside you. he let out a breath, grinning wide as he leaned back, his confidence slipping back into place. âall right, guess iâll have to plan something good then.â you laughed, shaking your head. âno pressure or anything.â âtrust me,â jay chuckled, though the warmth in his eyes now had your pulse racing even faster. âiâve got it covered.â the office seemed to fade away as you both sat there, the moment stretching between you, feeling just right. like this was exactly where you were supposed to be. âtonight, then,â jay said, his eyes never leaving yours. âtonight,â you echoed, feeling the weight of the promise in your own voice.
jay stood up, stretching a little before throwing you a glance over his shoulder. âoh, and wear my favorite,â he added, his tone dropping a little, laced with something more suggestive. you blinked, your smile faltering for just a second. âyour favorite?â jay smirked, leaning closer, his breath brushing your ear as he whispered, âbaby blue.â the memory of the set he was referring to flashed in your mindâthe one youâd worn in a photo that had gotten a reaction out of him before. your cheeks flushed, the air between you two thickening with the weight of suggestion. âoh, that set.â âyeah... that one.â his fingers brushed against your arm, just barely grazing your skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake before he turned, heading back to his desk. the light touch, the way his voice had droppedâit left you breathless, heart pounding against your chest. anticipation simmered under your skin, and you couldnât stop the grin from spreading across your face as you stared at your computer screen, already counting down the hours until tonight.
the apartment was buzzing with the usual pre-party energy when you got home, the low hum of excitement filtering through the walls. jungwon was already half-dressed, moving through the space like he had all the time in the world, while you rushed, desperately trying to get ready in time for your date with jay. âugh, iâm running so late,â you muttered, throwing a glance at the mirror, your nerves on full display. nothing felt right, nothing was working, and time was running out. jungwon paused, leaning against his doorframe with that familiar smirk playing on his lips. ânervous for the big date?â his tone dripped with amusement, eyes trailing lazily over your frazzled state. âyeah,â you muttered, rifling through your drawer with a touch of panic. âjayâs picking me up soon, and i need to look perfect.â jungwonâs eyes flickered to the bed, where youâd laid out your baby blue lingerieâthe set you knew jay liked. the comment came before he could stop himself. ânice choice.â his voice sounded casual, but you didnât catch the way his eyes darkened as he stared at the delicate fabric. you barely glanced up, focused on finding the right shoes. âyeah, jay loves this one. figured itâd be a nice surprise.â
jungwonâs jaw clenched. jayâs favorite? something ugly coiled in his chest, why the hell should jay get that? he felt his phone buzz in his pocketâjake, impatient as ever, reminding him to hurry up. jungwon's gaze lingered on the lingerie for another moment, and then, he made his move. while you were still distracted, jungwon slipped into your room, pretending to grab his jacket. with one swift motion, he swiped the baby blue panties from the bed and stuffed them into his pocket. his heart pounded, but outwardly he remained calm, collected. âyou seen myââ you turned, catching jungwon mid-movement as he pulled on his jacket, already halfway to the door. âoh, youâre leaving already?â you asked, still half-focused on getting yourself together. âyeah, jakeâs blowing up my phone,â jungwon said, flashing you a quick, cool smile, his hand pressing the stolen lace deeper into his pocket. âgood luck with your date. iâm sure jayâll love that surprise.â âthanks,â you mumbled absentmindedly, not even looking up as you fumbled with your outfit. "have fun with the guys." as soon as jungwon was gone, you turned back to the bed, reaching for the lingerie. but something was wrong. the panties were missing.
"what the hell...?" you muttered, confused, rifling through the covers and around the room. i just put them here. you tore through your drawers, irritation bubbling up as your search turned up nothing. âugh, whatever,â you muttered under your breath, deciding on the black lace set instead. the clock was ticking, and the last thing you needed was to be late. jay wonât mind, you told yourself, trying to push aside the frustration, but a nagging feeling of something missing lingered. jungwon, on the other hand, was already out the door, heading to meet jake and sunghoon, the baby blue panties securely tucked into his jacket pocket.
that small act gave him a twisted sense of control, a flicker of satisfaction, but beneath it all, a cold wave of futility crept in. what the fuck is this even for? he wondered, but couldnât stop himself. it wouldnât change a damn thing between you and jay. stealing your lingerie, messing with your plansânone of it would stop the fact that youâd be with him tonight. yet, knowing you wouldnât be wearing that special set for jay, his favorite set, felt like a small, fucked-up victory. as the elevator doors slid shut, jungwon caught a glimpse of his reflection. what the hell am i doing? he ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head, but the question didnât matter anymore. youâre not wearing that for jay, and that was enough to ease the coil of frustration in his chest. sliding into the backseat of jakeâs car, jungwonâs mood clashed against the upbeat energy of the others. jake and sunghoon were hyped, laughing, planning out their night, but jungwon barely heard them. his fingers drifted to the pocket where the soft lace sat, his mind replaying the moment heâd swiped them from your bed, the way youâd been too distracted to notice.
his hand moved absentmindedly, tracing the delicate fabric as jakeâs voice rambled on about which club to hit first. youâll never even suspect me, he thought, a smug satisfaction settling in. there was no way youâd ever connect jungwon to your missing panties. that innocent, oblivious part of you wouldnât even consider it. he leaned back in his seat, letting the rush of adrenaline mix with the twisted satisfaction that came from knowing youâd be out with jay tonightâwearing something else. completely unaware of what was missing. and in that moment, despite everything, jungwon felt like he was winning.
jungwon slouched back in the booth, the relentless thrum of the clubâs bass pounding through his chest. lights flickered, neon blues and purples flashing across the crowded dance floor, but it all blurred together into a scene he couldnât care less about. the chatter, the laughter, the sweaty bodies swaying to the beatâit was suffocating, only reminding him of everything he didnât want to think about. he didnât want to be here. hell, he didnât want to be anywhere. but jake and sunghoon had dragged him out, practically forcing him to "get out of his head." now, here he was, at some fancy table heeseung had hooked them up with, surrounded by people celebrating god knows what. âlighten up, man.â jake nudged him, grinning as he took another swig from his beer. âheeseung pulled some strings for this, we should be having fun.â âyeah,â sunghoon leaned back, tossing a casual smirk his way. âitâs not like youâve got anything better to do.â jungwon barely managed a tight smile, they meant well, but it didnât change the fact that he felt like he was suffocating. sitting here, pretending to enjoy himself, it was like the weight of everything was pressing harder on his chest. sure, it was better than being back at the flat, buried in your bed, breathing in the faint scent of your perfume from the pillow youâd left behind. a little less pathetic, maybe. but being here wasnât much better. because here, he couldnât escape the thoughts, the images playing over and over in his mind. you with jay.
âyou good?â jake asked, his voice cutting through jungwonâs thoughts. his brow furrowed as he glanced over, clearly picking up on the tension rolling off him. âyouâve been weird all night.â jungwonâs response was quick, sharper than he meant it to be. âiâm fine.â he exhaled, trying to push down the frustration that threatened to spill over. no, iâm not fucking fine. sunghoon raised a brow, exchanging a glance with jake. âdude, you always say that. youâve been holed up in your room for days. whatâs gives?â jungwon didnât answer. how could he explain it? how could he tell them that every time you walked out that door, it felt like a piece of him left with you? every time you left, heâd retreat to your room, curling up in your bed, clinging to whatever was left of you. burying his face in your clothes, pretending, even for just a few moments, that you were still there. it was fucked up. he knew that. but it was the only way to deal with the rage.
this night was supposed to be an escape. a distraction from the thoughts that tortured him, from the idea of you with him. but all it did was amplify it. with every drink, every laugh, every passing moment, he could feel the jealousy tightening around his throat like a noose. because no matter how hard he tried, he couldnât stop seeing itâyou and jay. your laughter, your smile, the way youâd look at jay like he was your whole world. the way jungwon wished, more than anything, youâd look at him. he squeezed his eyes shut, wishing the pounding bass of the club could drown out the thoughts, the sickening ache in his chest. but it didnât. he hated it. hated that no matter where he was, no matter what he did, it was always you. always jay. and it was destroying him from the inside out. jungwon watched as jake and sunghoon disappeared onto the dance floor, their laughter swallowed by the thumping bass and flashing lights. he was left alone, gripping his drink tightly, the alcohol buzzed through his veins, but it wasnât enough to quiet the ache burning in his chest.
he missed you. god, he missed you so much it fucking hurt. his fingers slipped into his jacket pocket, brushing against the soft lace of your stolen panties, the secret that no one else knew about. but even that, even taking something so personal from you, felt useless. he missed the way you used to burst into his room unannounced, complaining about your day or teasing him for never leaving the apartment. he missed the way you leaned against him when you were too tired to hold your head up but refused to leave. now, everything felt distant, cold. and this drink? it was doing fuck all to help. and then, he saw you. jungwonâs heart leapt into his throat, his pulse racing as his eyes locked on you, stepping into the club like you owned the room. for a split second, hope flared, blinding and irrational. maybe youâd come looking for him, maybe you missed him too. his lips twitched, the beginning of a smile breaking free. but then he saw him. jay.
that flicker of hope was crushed under the weight of reality. jay, walking in behind you, his hand resting at the small of your back like he fucking owned you. like you were his. something twisted deep in jungwonâs gut, the jealousy simmering hotter now, searing through him. his hand clenched around the glass, the edges pressing into his palm as he watched jay guide you through the crowd, his touch too casual, too possessive. it was like a punch to the gut, knocking the breath right out of him. his mind screamed, desperate to believe this wasnât happening, that you hadnât already slipped away from him. but watching jay pull you closer, seeing how easily you leaned into him, jungwon knew. jay was winning. jungwon drained his drink, the alcohol burning down his throat, but it did nothing to numb the burn in his chest. seeing you like thisâin that fucking dress, looking so perfect it made him want to tear something apartâit was unbearable. he wondered if you were wearing the black or white lingerie he knew you loved. or maybe something else. maybe something jay had picked out for you. his jaw tightened as he kept his eyes on you, unwilling to look away. he stayed rooted to the spot, slipping into the shadows where he could watch without being seen. from there, he could see everythingâevery touch, every smile, every laugh you gave to jay like it was his right.
from a distance, it was easier to let the jealousy fester, to let it simmer and burn without having to fake a smile, without pretending everything was okay. his smirk returned, dark and twisted, as he watched jay pull you closer, his hand sliding down to rest on your hip. you were his now, werenât you? the thought twisted deeper, like a knife in his chest. jungwon leaned against the wall, his eyes never leaving you, waiting for somethingâanythingâto break. he let the jealousy, the rage, boil inside him, his fingers tracing over the lace hidden in his pocket, the one thing he had taken from you, something only he knew about. he glanced at jake and sunghoon, who were lost somewhere in the back, wrapped around a couple of girls, laughing and whispering in their ears like they had no worries in the world. good. let them leave. he didnât need their company tonight. tonight was about you. his eyes snapped back to you, and the sight made his stomach churn. you were laughing, leaning into jay, your hand resting on his arm like it was the most natural thing in the world. he fucking hated jay. he wanted to hate jay. he wanted to find something, anything, that would make him feel justified for the burning jealousy tearing him apart. but he couldnât. no matter how hard he tried, jay was⌠perfect. and worst of all? jay made you happy. thatâs what killed him the most.
because no matter how much he wanted you, no matter how much he needed you, jungwon knew deep down he would never be the one to make you happy like that. heâd never make you smile like jay did, never make you laugh like that, never be enough. and it fucking destroyed him. he leaned back into the shadows, eyes fixed on you, watching, waiting, stewing in his jealousy, his rage, his desperation.
he would never let you go. jungwon had called it. barely a few minutes after he slipped into the shadows, jake and sunghoon came stumbling back over to where heâd been sitting, girls hanging off their arms, wide smiles and flushed cheeks. they didnât even have to say anythingâthe looks on their faces said it all. jake raised an eyebrow, smirking, while sunghoon winked, sealing the unspoken deal. they were about to make their exit. jungwonâs phone buzzed in his pocket. he didnât even need to look, already knowing what it would say. sure enough, there were texts from both of them. jake: bro, weâre heading out, see you later? sunghoon: you good? catch you tomorrow.
a bitter chuckle slipped out before he could stop it. he quickly typed out a reply, already drained by their carefree energy. jungwon: already left. have fun. from his hidden spot, he watched as jake and sunghoon exchanged glances, glancing around like they might actually give a shit about where he was before shrugging it off. they disappeared into the crowd with their arms slung around the girls, laughing like they had the night in the palm of their hands. good riddance. now he didnât have to fake a damn thing. no more keeping up appearances, no more pretending. now he could stay hidden, drown in cheap liquor, and watch the night unfold the way he knew it would.
âhey, handsome.â the voice was low, sultry, but it grated against jungwonâs nerves like nails on a chalkboard. he barely noticed her at first, until she was right up against him, pressing her body close, her fingers trailing lightly across his chest. he glanced down at her with cold, empty eyes. the dim lighting of the club cast shadows across her face, but even in the dark, he could see the desperation gleaming in her eyes, the too-eager smile playing on her lips. she had been watching him all night, and now, she finally thought she had her chance. without a word, jungwon reached up and gently pushed her hand away, his fingers curling around her wrist for just a second before letting go. âdonât.â his voice was flat, emotionless, his gaze already drifting back to where you were standing with jay. but the girl didnât take the hint. she leaned in closer, her breath hot against his neck. âcome on, donât be like that. you look like you could use some company.â his jaw clenched, the retort he wanted to spit out getting stuck in his throat. he took a step back, creating some distance, but she followed him, her hands reaching for him again like she hadnât just been told off. âi said donât,â he snapped this time, his voice sharp, cold. jungwonâs patience was already wearing thin. âwhatâs your problem?â she pouted, her fingers still brushing against his chest, her body pressing even closer. âyouâre just sitting here all alone. let me make you feel better.â jungwonâs eyes flicked back to her, darkening. âyou reek,â he said bluntly, his tone icy. the girl blinked, caught off guard. âuh, excuse me?â âif you keep touching me, youâre gonna fucking regret it.â
she laughed nervously, her confidence cracking as uncertainty flickered in her eyes. âwow, okay. someoneâs got issues.â jungwon leaned in, his face inches from hers, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. âare you my stepsister?â her expression twisted in confusion, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. âuh, what? no, what does that evenâ" jungwonâs lips curled into a cruel smirk, the intensity of his gaze making her instinctively step back. ânothing. but next time you push yourself on someone, maybe think twice.â she stared at him, her bravado crumbling under the weight of his words. her face twisted in disgust as she backed off, muttering, âyouâre fucking weird,â before turning and disappearing into the crowd. he didnât watch her leave. didnât care. his focus was already elsewhere. he knocked back another shot, the alcohol scorching down his throat, his eyes locked on you again.
later that night, jay picked you up, looking effortlessly perfect in his usual styleâblack jeans, a fitted shirt that hugged his body in all the right places, and that smug grin that never seemed to leave his face. youâd dressed for the occasion, slipping into a sleek, curve-hugging dress that made you feel confident, sexy, a little daring. as the two of you made your way to the club heâd picked for the evening, you chuckled under your breath, taking in the neon lights and feeling the thrumming bass vibrating beneath your feet. âreally? a club?â you teased, glancing at him with a raised eyebrow. âwhat kind of gentleman brings a woman to a club on their first date?â jay smirked, his hand casually sliding to the small of your back, guiding you inside. âa gentleman who knows how jealous you got every time our colleagues went clubbing while we were stuck at work.â your eyebrow shot up, surprised heâd picked up on that. âi didnât think you paid attention.â jay leaned in close, his voice dropping just low enough to make your skin tingle. âtrust me, y/n, i notice everything about you.â his words sent a rush through you, a blush creeping up your neck as you smiled and shook your head, trying to play it cool. despite the loud music and the bustling crowd, something about this felt perfect. you nudged him playfully. âokay, maybe you do have some charm after all.â jay grinned wider, pulling you closer as the two of you moved through the dimly lit space. âsome charm? come on, iâve got plenty.â you couldnât help but smile, feeling the pull of his energy. he led you to a table near the edge of the dance floor, the music loud enough to shake your bones, but instead of overwhelming you, it seemed to ground you. jay sat close, his hand resting possessively on your thigh under the table, sending little sparks of excitement through your body.
âso, what do you think?â jay leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. âbetter than the office, right?â you laughed, feeling the weight of the moment settle between you. âokay, fine, you win. better than the office. but only because you knew i was jealous.â jayâs grin widened, and for a second, his eyes darkened with something deeper. âhey, just trying to keep my girl happy,â he said smoothly, the words slipping out so easily they made your heart skip a beat. before you could overthink it, he was pulling you to your feet, leading you toward the dance floor. âcome on, letâs dance,â he urged, tugging you into the crowd. the two of you fell into a rhythm easily, your bodies moving together in sync with the pulsing music. the tension between you grew with every beat, every movement, jayâs hands firm on your hips, pulling you against him. the heat of his body mixed with the electric energy of the club, making it impossible to think of anything else. as the lights flickered and danced across the walls, jay pressed closer, his hands sliding lower, his touch lingering in a way that made it clear you were his tonight. and god, you loved itâloved the way he made you feel alive, reckless, like nothing else mattered but the two of you. the alcohol was hitting now, loosening your inhibitions, making everything a little hazier, a little more intense. you laughed more, leaned into jayâs touch more, feeling lighter, freer. the air between you was thick with something more than just fun, and jayâs breath against your neck as he moved with you only made it harder to ignore the tension building between you. âyou good?â he teased, his lips brushing against your ear, his hands roaming dangerously low. âbetter than good,â you grinned, your voice playful but laced with desire. âyou?â jay chuckled, his hips pressing harder into yours. âi think you know the answer to that.â the night became a blur of dancing, shots, laughter, and more teasing touches. at some point, as you ground your hips back against jay, you felt the unmistakable hardness pressing against your lower back. the heat pooled in your stomach, and without thinking, you threw a playful glance over your shoulder. âoops,â you said with a smirk, teasing him. jay raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. âoops?â he repeated, his tone dripping with sarcasm. âthatâs all youâve got to say?â you bit your lip, still moving against him, testing how far you could push. âwhat? i thought you were supposed to be a gentleman?â
jay groaned softly, his hands tightening on your hips. âgentleman or not, you keep grinding on me like that,â he murmured into your ear, his voice dark and rough, âand i might forget all my manners.â your heart raced, loving the way you were pushing him. âoh really?â you whispered, turning just enough for your lips to brush against his cheek. âso, what are you gonna do about it?â his eyes darkened further, and all the teasing vanished from his expression. his hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer, his body flush against yours. âyou sure you wanna test me, y/n?â his voice was low, a dangerous edge to it that made your pulse quicken. you swallowed hard, but you couldnât resist pushing him further. âi dunno,â you whispered, still teasing. âi kinda like seeing you like this.â jayâs chuckle was dark, low in his throat. âyou think youâre cute, donât you?â he muttered, pressing harder against you. âgrinding on me, saying âoopsâ like itâs nothing.â your pulse quickened, your body reacting to every word, every touch. âmaybe,â you breathed. âmaybe i thought you could handle it.â his lips grazed your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. âi can handle it,â he murmured, âbut can you?â you turned in his arms, your bodies still swaying to the music, faces inches apart. his eyes were dark with desire, the teasing grin gone. âso much for being a gentleman,â you whispered. jay smirked, pulling you tighter. âeven a gentleman has his limits, y/n.â
the heat between you both was almost unbearable now, the tension so thick it was suffocating. you leaned in closer, lips brushing his ear as you whispered, âby the way... i didnât end up wearing your favorite tonight.â jay raised an eyebrow, his voice low and rough as he pressed his hips harder into yours. âoh yeah?â he murmured, âgood thing iâm gonna be ripping them off anyway.â his words sent a thrill down your spine, and before you could respond, his lips crashed against yours, hot and desperate. the kiss was messy, consuming, tongues tangling as you both finally gave in to the tension that had been building all night. your hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer, your body arching into his as he groaned into your mouth.
but as you got lost in jayâs touch, you were completely unaware of the dark eyes watching you from the shadows. jungwon sat back, his drink forgotten, his vision narrowing until all he could see was you and jayâyour hands all over each other, your lips locked in a kiss that made his blood boil. he felt nothing but pure, unfiltered rage. you pulled away from jay, breathless, your lips swollen from the kiss. âwe should get out of here,â jay whispered, his voice rough with need. âyeah, letâs go back to mine,â you agreed, running a hand through your hair, still catching your breath. jungwonâs world spun. he couldnât hear the words, but he saw it allâthe way your body language shifted, the way you and jay talked, like you were about to leave. like you were going home together. his stomach twisted, bile rising in his throat. you were about to leave with jay. you were going to go home with him. jungwon shoved through the crowd, his mind racing. he couldnât let this happen. he had to get home first, had to do something before you and jay got there. before something happened that he couldnât stop. his hands clenched into fists as he stormed toward the exit.
jungwon barely made it. heâd fucking sprinted the whole way, the flat wasnât far from the club, but every second felt like it stretched into an eternity. his chest was tight, lungs burning as he raced, a sickening mix of desperation and fury pushing him harder. he knew you too wellâknew you wouldnât bother going far. not when you looked like you were ready to be fucked the moment you left that dance floor. the thought twisted his gut, but it also fueled him. he had to move faster. had to stop it. he burst into the flat, his breath ragged, each step slamming against the floor, reverberating through the walls. there was no fucking time. he stormed straight to his room, the door slamming so hard behind him it rattled the frame. his mind raced, pulse thundering in his ears, each thought more fucked up than the last. every step forward felt like he was spiraling deeper into madness, but he didnât care. he stumbled over to his desk, fingers trembling, yanking the drawer open so hard it nearly came off the tracks. inside, neatly tucked away, was the fully charged battery he always kept on standby. his hands shook as he grabbed it, almost dropping it in his frantic state. no time to waste. he bolted down the hall, his feet barely hitting the floor, his heart slamming against his ribcage. your room. he shoved the door open, eyes wild as he stormed inside. everything felt too slow, too fucking slow. he tore the old battery out of the hidden camera lodged in the eye of the teddy bear on your dresser. his hands fumbled, slipping as nerves made him clumsy, cursing under his breath. âfuck, come on,â he hissed, voice low, barely containing the panic that was surging up his throat.
finally, the new battery clicked into place, and the camera blinked to life, the red light staring back at him. jungwon stood there for a moment, frozen, staring at the tiny lens. his breath was shallow, chest heaving. his entire body felt like it was on the verge of breaking apart. soon, too soon, you and jay would walk through that door. and heâd have to watch it. all of it. the thought sent a wave of nausea crashing over him, and for a second, he thought he might actually be sick. but he swallowed it down, fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white, and stormed back to his room. the door slammed shut behind him, the sound echoing through the flat like a gunshot, but he didnât give a fuck. he dropped into his chair, fingers trembling as he flipped open his laptop. the screen flickered to life, casting a harsh glow across his face. he waited, breath caught in his throat, until the live feed blinked onto the screenâyour bedroom, empty, waiting for what would happen next. but it wasnât enough. not for this. his mind was racing too fast, spinning out of control. he knew you wouldnât just stay in the bedroom, not with jay. youâd move, probably to the kitchen, the couchâwherever things got heated next. he couldnât fucking risk it.
jungwon shot up from his chair, grabbing another small camera he had stashed away for emergencies. this was it. this was the emergency. sprinting down the hall, he made his way to the kitchen, eyes scanning the room for the perfect spot. his gaze landed on a shelf near the counter, cluttered with just enough shit to hide the camera. he positioned it meticulously, adjusting it until it captured everythingâthe counter, the table, the couch, all of it. he stood back, staring at the tiny lens nestled among the clutter, knowing it would record every fucking thing that happened tonight. jungwon rushed back to his room, his body vibrating with adrenaline. he slammed himself down in front of the laptop, hands shaking as he switched the live feed back on. the screen split into twoâyour bedroom, the kitchen. every angle covered. he could see it all now. his breath came in sharp, shallow bursts as the weight of what heâd done settled over him like a heavy fog. his pulse thundered in his ears, his heart hammering against his ribs. all that was left to do was wait. wait for you and jay to walk through that door. and then watch. watch it all unfold, every fucked up second of it. he wasnât sure if he wanted to scream, break something, or just let the rage consume him entirely. but he would wait. and he would fucking watch.
you and jay stumbled down the street, the night air biting at your skin, but you barely noticed itâtoo caught up in the alcohol buzz and the warmth of jay pressed up against you. his arm was draped lazily over your shoulders, fingers teasing the back of your neck as he whispered something in your ear, something filthy that made you laugh too loud, breathless. the world around you blurred, nothing mattered except himâhis scent, the way his fingers lingered a little too long at the small of your back, sending heat rushing through you. you were both drunk, careless, and the electricity between you crackled like it was ready to explode. before you knew it, the flat loomed in front of you, your feet carrying you faster than your mind could keep up. the walk was too quick, too easy, like you both knew exactly where this was headed. lights off, no one home, the night was yours. and his. no need for keys, no time for second thoughts. the door clicked shut behind you, and before you could even blink, jay was on you, hands everywhere, lips crashing into yours with a hunger that knocked the air out of your lungs. your back slammed against the wall, and you gasped, not from pain but from the sheer intensity of it all. âfuck,â jay muttered into your mouth, his hands already gripping your waist, dragging you against him like heâd been holding back all night. âbeen waiting for this.â you let out a breathy laugh, tipping your head back to give him better access to your neck, his lips quick to find the sensitive skin there. âcould tell,â you teased, tugging at his shirt, fingers twisting in the fabric. âimpatient, arenât you?â
his teeth grazed your neck, and you moaned, barely able to form coherent thoughts as his hands wandered lower, rough, desperate. âcan you blame me?â his voice was low, thick with desire, breath hot against your skin. âi know you want it just as bad.â you let out a shaky laugh, your chest heaving as his fingers trailed dangerously close to the hem of your dress. âconfident, arenât you?â jay grinned against your skin, his hands sliding up your thighs, gripping them tight enough to leave marks. âiâd call it certainty,â he breathed into your ear, teeth grazing the shell of it. âi know exactly what you want.â your heart pounded in your chest, the heat between you two thickening, suffocating. you turned, eyes locking with his, daring him, testing him. âprove it.â he didnât need to be told twice. his lips slammed back against yours, slower now, but deeper, as if he was trying to drown you in the kiss. his teeth tugged at your lower lip before pulling back, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as his hands roamed lower. with one sharp motion, he grabbed the fabric of your dress and ripped it, the sound echoing in the dark hallway. âjay!â you gasped, half-shocked, half-amused as you looked down at the ruined dress. âi liked that dress.â he smirked, unbothered, lips grazing yours again, his hands rough against your bare skin. âiâll buy you a new one,â he muttered, eyes dark with lust, his fingers already sliding under the waistband of your panties.
you were breathless, heat pooling low in your belly as his hands wandered further, fingers ghosting over the spot that had you aching for him. âreckless bastard,â you muttered, but the thrill was unmistakable in your voice. his lips found your neck again, sucking hard enough to bruise, and you moaned, your hands tangling in his hair, tugging him closer, urging him on. the world outside of this moment didnât exist, not the flat, not the night, not the possibility of anyone walking in. it was just you and him, and the growing tension between you that felt like it was about to snap. just as you were ready to lose yourself completely in him, jay pulled back, breath ragged, eyes dark. âwait⌠jungwon,â he muttered, voice thick with desire. âthink heâs home?â the mention of your stepbrother brought reality crashing down, if only for a second. you blinked, your pulse still racing, body still pressed tight against jayâs. jungwon. he was supposed to be out with jake and sunghoon, but⌠âi donât think so,â you mumbled, uncertainty creeping into your voice. âheâs out with the guys, butâŚâ
jayâs hands tightened on your waist, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. âthen who gives a shit?â his voice was low, teasing. âeven if he is home, weâll just be quiet.â he smirked, leaning in closer, lips brushing your ear. âunless you want him to hear.â your breath hitched, the idea sending a shiver down your spine. the thought of jungwon walking in, seeing you like this, made you tenseâbut it also sent a thrill through you, something dark, something exciting. you bit your lip, glancing at jay. âheâd understand⌠right?â jay grinned, pulling you closer, his lips ghosting over yours. âtrust me,â he whispered, voice low, filled with promise. âhe wonât care. and if he does⌠weâll just have to be quieter, won't we?â "take it off already," you demanded, pushing the thought of jungwon away, voice thick with desire as your fingers played at the hem of jayâs shirt. jay gave you that cocky grin, effortlessly peeling it off, exposing the hard lines of his bare chest to your touch. his skin was warm under your fingertips, and jay's grin only widened as he watched you take him in. your hands roamed over his chest, lingering, exploring, before trailing lower. "impatient tonight, arenât we?" jay teased, his voice dripping with amusement as he leaned closer, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours.
"maybe," you shot back, playful, eyes daring him. "or maybe you're just taking too long." jay chuckled, his lips finally pressing against yours, hard and hungry. his hands slid over your body, pulling you closer, making you arch into him as he deepened the kiss. the way he touched you, like he couldnât get enough, sent a heat through your veins, every brush of his fingers leaving you wanting more. his lips traveled down your neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. you moaned softly, fingers digging into his shoulders as he worked his way lower, his hands moving over every curve, every dip, like he was claiming you for himself. "youâre not comfortable, are you?" jayâs voice was a low, teasing murmur against your skin as his fingers traced the edges of your dress. you let out a breathy laugh, your fingers trailing across his chest. "iâll manage. not like youâre giving me much of a chance to complain, are you?" jay smirked, lips brushing yours again, this time rougher, more impatient. "guess iâm not," he murmured, teeth grazing your lips as he pulled you closer. "but if you wanted to switch it up, i wouldnât mind." his hands slid down to your hips, pulling you flush against him. "is that right?" you teased, pushing back slightly, enjoying the way his body tensed under your touch. "and where do you want me, then?" jayâs voice dropped, thick with want, his eyes dark with lust as he stared at you. "anywhere i can fuck you properly." your lips curved into a smile as you tugged at his waistband. "then maybe you should hurry up and get those off, too, hmm?" jay stepped back just enough to undo his belt, the sound of it hitting the floor echoing through the room. you leaned back against the counter, watching him with a playful smirk, the tension between you building with every second.
as his pants hit the floor, jay paused for a moment, his eyes meeting yours, that wicked grin still tugging at the corners of his lips. "letâs go to my room," you whispered, pulling him toward you as you slipped off the counter. jayâs eyes flickered with hunger, his hands never leaving your body as you led him down the hallway, the heat between you nearly unbearable as you disappeared into the dark.
in the dim glow of his room, jungwonâs jaw tightened. jay's smug voice grated against his ears. "smug fucking bastard," he snarled, teeth grinding, voice low and dripping with venom. he couldn't tear his eyes away, couldnât stop himself from watching even though it was killing him inside. every move jay made felt like a taunt, a mockery of everything jungwon had ever wanted. the sight of jayâs hands on youâtouching, claimingâwas like acid burning through his veins. âyou think youâre better than me? fuck you.â he hissed, his voice barely a whisper but sharp enough to cut. his heart hammered against his ribs, chest tight with the fury that bubbled up with every second. jay stripping you of the dress? that was his touch you should be feeling, his lips you should be kissing, not jay's. "you think you can just walk in and take her?" his vision blurred with white-hot anger, teeth sinking into his lip until he tasted blood. watching jay move, touch, and claimâjungwon's body trembled with how badly he wanted to tear it all apart. it wasnât supposed to be like this.
his breath hitched as jayâs hands traveled lower, his body pressed against yours like he owned you. he fucking doesnât. jungwonâs mind raced, his thoughts spiraling into an obsession he couldnât control. i should be the one touching her. i should be the one kissing her like that. he couldnât stop replaying it over and overâpicturing himself in jayâs place, imagining how you would react to him instead. it shouldâve been him pulling you close, feeling your body beneath his hands, hearing you whisper his name, not fucking jay. "iâll make him pay," jungwon growled, voice hoarse with suppressed rage. his fingers twitched, itching to smash something, anything to stop this scene from unfolding in front of him. every breath jay took next to you felt like an insult, like he was stealing something that belonged to jungwon, ripping it right out of his hands. âfucking... asshole,â jungwon spat, chest rising and falling heavily, eyes fixed on jayâs stupid grin as he undid his belt. jungwonâs breath came faster, fury boiling over at how casual, how easy jay made it seem. like you were nothing more than something to pass the time with. he doesnât deserve you. heâll never fucking deserve you. when you tugged jay toward your room, jungwonâs breath hitched again, the room spinning around him. his room. his space. he was the one who should be walking down that hallway with you, not jay. he should be the one hearing your laugh, feeling your fingers pulling him close.
as jay disappeared with you down the hall, jungwon leaned back, cracking his knuckles one by one, eyes never leaving the screen. this isnât over. not by a long shot. his vision blurred, eyes burning with the sting of unshed tears, but the angerâthe fucking angerâthat was stronger than anything else. jungwon leaned back, cracking his neck, a twisted smile forming on his lips. just wait. he would wait, watch, and when the time came, heâd destroy everything. everything jay thought he had. everything. you donât even know what she needs. youâll never be enough for her, he thought viciously, his mind racing with the sickening idea of tearing it all down. every bit of jayâs hold over you, he would destroy it. piece by piece. with one last look at the screen, jungwonâs hand reached for the mouse. the live feed flickered, showing your room, the kitchen, all the places you and jay might go. all the places jungwon would be waiting.
as you opened the door to your room, jay was on you before you even had the chance to take a step inside. his hands gripped your waist with that urgency you knew so well, lifting you like you weighed nothing and tossing you onto the bed with a cocky smirk that made your heart race. you couldnât help the laugh that escaped you, your body sinking into the soft sheets, but it didnât last long. jay was already between your legs, grabbing your ankle, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed until your thighs dangled off. his eyes were dark, hungry, like he couldnât wait another second. your ripped dress barely hung on your body, teasing him with flashes of skin, and his fingers brushed the hem, slowly pushing it up as his gaze followed. he was taking his time, but you could see it in his eyesâhe wanted to devour you. âyouâre driving me fucking insane,â he muttered, his voice rough as his lips ghosted over your inner thigh. the heat between your legs was unbearable now, and the way his breath brushed your skin made you squirm. impatient, you slipped your panties off and tossed them aside, your body trembling with need. jayâs eyes flicked up to meet yours, his lips curling into a wicked grin. âoh? i was planning to rip those off myself.â he raised an eyebrow, teasing you. you giggled breathlessly. âgood thing i didnât wear the baby blue ones, huh?â
his chuckle was low, filled with mischief. âoh, i wouldnât have dared... but these? yeah, they had to go.â his fingers traced your wet folds, teasing just enough to make your breath hitch, and you could feel the tension building in the pit of your stomach. âyouâve been waiting for this, havenât you?â his voice was rough, full of desire as his fingers slid inside you, slow, deliberate, making you gasp. âlike your pussy hasnât been fucked in forever.â the heat of his words sent a wave of pleasure through you, your back arching as his thumb found your clit, circling with just enough pressure to make you tremble. âfuck,â you whimpered, gripping the sheets beneath you, your body practically melting under his touch. âthatâs it,â he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear, his fingers working you over. âiâm gonna make up for all that lost time.â you moaned, unable to form a coherent response as his fingers curled inside you, each stroke pulling you deeper into a haze of pleasure. every movement, every touch had you unraveling, breathless and trembling. âi thought you were a gentleman,â you managed to say, your voice barely more than a sigh, pleasure clouding your thoughts. jayâs grin against your skin sent shivers down your spine. âwho said iâm not?â his fingers continued their relentless rhythm. âmaybe iâm just giving you exactly what youâve wanted this whole time.â
he leaned back slightly, his hands trailing up to your breasts, thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples as he watched you squirm beneath him. âfuck, youâre so pretty,â he murmured, his voice thick with desire. before you could respond, his mouth was on your nipple, his tongue flicking over it, and you gasped, your back arching into him. the heat between you both was unbearable now, the thin fabric of his boxers doing little to hide just how hard he was. your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer, your body aching for more. âmove up,â you breathed, your hands tugging at his shoulders, needing him closer, needing more of him. jay groaned low in his throat, lifting himself just enough to adjust, sliding up over your body until he was fully on the bed, his weight pressing down on you in a way that made your whole body hum with anticipation. his lips found your neck, kissing, biting, sending sparks of pleasure through you. âbetter?â his voice was rough, strained with desire as he settled between your thighs again. âso much better,â you gasped, your nails digging into his back, urging him closer, needing him more than ever.
jungwon sat at his desk, elbows digging into the wood, fingers gripping his hair so tightly it felt like he might rip it out. his bloodshot eyes were locked onto the screen, the harsh light of his laptop casting deep shadows across his tired, hollow face. no matter how much his eyes burned, how dry his throat felt from panting, he couldnât look away. his breath came in ragged gasps, mouth slightly open as he stared, feeling like the ground beneath him was crumbling. this couldnât be real. it felt like a nightmare, one he couldnât wake up from, watching jay touch you like thatâwatching you give in so easily, moaning under him, arching into his touch like you couldnât get enough. âfuck,â jungwon whispered, voice shaky, his fists clenching tighter in his hair, trying to ground himself in the pain. maybe if he pulled hard enough, heâd snap out of this. maybe if he hurt enough, itâd drown out the scene playing in front of him.
but nothing worked. his body betrayed him. despite the anger boiling in his chest, he could feel himself hardening, his breath becoming more erratic as jayâs lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking, teasing, while you whimpered beneath him. jungwonâs vision blurred with rage, but there was something else tooâsomething sick. something he couldnât stop. âsucking on your tits like that...â jungwon muttered through gritted teeth, his voice low, venomous, watching jay's hands grip your waist, watching how easily you surrendered to him. it twisted jungwonâs stomach, made him feel disgusted with himself, but stillâhe kept watching. he always watched. heâd watched you beforeâseen you with other guys through teddyâs eyes. it killed him every time, watching you with someone else, but this? this was different. jay was different. jungwon had never let himself go this far before, never crossed that line. never touched himself while watching. there had always been that line, the one he swore heâd never cross, no matter how much it hurt.
but this time, his hand hovered closer, trembling. jay was different. he hated it. hated how fucking good jay was. he could see itâcould fucking feel itâhow much more desperate you were, how much more you needed jay. jungwonâs jaw clenched so hard he thought his teeth might crack. you were never like this with anyone else. âyouâve never fucking been like this before,â jungwon growled, fists shaking, eyes burning into the screen as your fingers tangled in jayâs hair, pulling him closer, your moans louder, more frantic. it was unbearable. you were never this desperate with anyone else. never this needy. the realization hit him like a punch to the gut: jay might even be better than him. something inside him snapped. the line heâd drawn for himselfâthe line that kept him from fully diving into this twisted, fucked-up obsessionâblurred, then shattered completely. his hand shook as it moved toward his pants, his body acting on its own. there was no going back now. fuck it.
âno, no, no,â he hissed, frustration tearing through him, raw and suffocating. âwhy canât you see? why the fuck canât it be me?â the overwhelming urge to destroy somethingâanythingâburned in his chest. he wanted to reach through the screen, rip jay away from you, stop this entire scene, but instead, his shaky hands fumbled for something else. your panties. fresh from the wash, but it didnât matter. they were yours. they were enough. he brought them to his face, inhaling deeply, desperate for any trace of you, needing the connection, no matter how fucked up it was. his teeth bit down on the fabric, muffling the growl building in his chest, eyes glued to the screen, watching you, watching jay, feeling his whole body tremble with want, jealousy, and pure need. his hand moved lower, gripping his cock for the first time, unable to stop himself, unable to tear his gaze away from the scene unfolding before him. this should be me. why isnât it me? "iâm just letting him borrow you," he whispered, breath ragged, hand moving desperately now as his eyes stayed fixed on you. "youâre mine."
"i'll make fucking sure of it," he gasped, his voice trembling, eyes rolling back as he struggled to keep watching. you were flipping jay over so easily, like you had all the control. like you were playing a game. âbeen wanting to suck your cock for the longest time nowâŚâ your voice, low and teasing, drifted through the speakers, and it sent him spiraling. his hand moved faster, strangled moans tearing from his throat as he watched you lower yourself between jayâs legs, that cheeky grin lighting up your face like you were enjoying every second of it. fuck. "shit," jungwon groaned, his breath shaky, watching as you took jay into your mouth, the obscene wet sounds filling the room, driving him closer to madness. âyou should be doing that to me,â jungwon whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper, barely able to breathe. that should be him there, not fucking jay. the sight of you on your knees, lips wrapped around jayâs cock, burned into his mind, making his hand move faster, more frantic. âiâm the one whoâs been waiting⌠not him,â he spat, pressing your panties harder against his cock, the fabric rubbing against him, heightening the sensation until he could barely think straight. jayâs groans filled the room, his hand cupping your cheek as you teased the tip of his cock, swirling your tongue around him slowly, making him tremble. jayâs breath hitched, voice thick with lust.
âshit⌠just suck me off,â jayâs voice was raw, impatience laced with desire. âor i swear, iâll fuck you right now.â jungwonâs jaw tightened, his teeth grinding together as he watched you hold all the power over jay, completely in control. you had him wrapped around your finger. you smirked, dragging your tongue along the length of jayâs cock, savoring how his hips jerked forward, desperate for more, desperate for you. ây/n,â jay growled, voice heavy with need. âdonât make me wait.â and you didnât. with that sly smile still on your face, you took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, your hands gripping his thighs, steadying yourself as you worked him. âoh, fuck,â jay muttered, his hands tangling in your hair, pulling you closer, thrusting deeper. âshit, is this okay?â his voice was strained, trembling. âwant to fuck your mouth, baby, will you let me?â the low moan you gave around his cock made jay groan, his hips bucking into your mouth, his control slipping, each thrust more eager, more desperate. he wasnât waiting anymoreâhe was fucking your mouth now, deeper, harder with each motion. jungwonâs breath hitched, his strokes becoming frantic as he watched jayâs cock moving deeper into your throat, every sound, every moan, every whimper pushing him closer to the edge. he wasnât going to last. not like this. not watching you like this.
heâs completely lost in it now, hands gripping your head firmly as he thrusts into your throat, groaning with every deep stroke, the sound of your muffled squeals driving him wild. âthatâs it,â jay gasps, voice shaky, breath coming fast as he watches you struggle to take him, your lips stretched tight around his cock, tears welling up at the corners of your eyes. the wet, obscene sounds between you both fill the room, slick and needy, making him moan in satisfaction. "you sound so pretty like this," jay rasps, his hand tightening in your hair, controlling your movements as he thrusts deeper. âlook at you, taking my cock so well⌠you love it, donât you? love how filthy this is?â you try to nod, eyes rolling back as you gag slightly, the raw need in his voice only turning you on more. jay leans back, biting his lip, clearly getting off on the sight of you choking on him, watching as your throat struggles to handle his size. âyouâre a fucking dream, baby,â he mutters, voice rough with lust. âyou gonna let me keep fucking that pretty mouth? yeah?â he doesnât wait for an answer. his hips move faster, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth with each thrust, more desperate, more intense with every second. you grip the sides of his thighs, nails digging into his skin as you feel him pulse in your mouth, his cock swelling as he nears the edge.
but just when you think heâs about to finish, jay abruptly pulls you off him. you cough, gasping for air, eyes tear-stained, cheeks flushed, and saliva trailing from your lips down to his cock. you barely have a moment to catch your breath before jay growls. âcome here,â he demands, voice thick with urgency as he pulls you into his lap, positioning you to straddle him, knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his hips. the second your bodies connect, his mouth crashes against yours, kissing you hard, teeth scraping against your lips as his hands grip your waist, fingers digging into your skin like he canât get enough of you. before you know it, heâs flipping you onto your back, his body hovering over you, hands roaming your skin, rough and needy. his cock presses against your entrance, teasing you as he drags the tip through your slick folds, just brushing against your core but refusing to give you what youâre aching for. âbeg,â jay growls, his lips brushing your ear, breath hot against your skin as he holds himself right there, torturing you with the anticipation. âi wanna hear you beg for it.â
your body arches toward him, the heat between your legs unbearable as your voice trembles, âplease, jay⌠fuck me.â his smirk deepens, fingers digging into your waist as he pushes in just enough to make you feel the stretch but not enough to satisfy. ânot good enough,â he murmurs, voice teasing as he hovers on the edge. âtell me how bad you want it.â you whimper, nails biting into his shoulders as you gasp, âplease, i need you⌠i need you to fuck me open, jay⌠i want it so bad.â he groans, the sound guttural as he slides just the tip of his cock inside, your soaked pussy immediately clenching around him. âshit,â jay mutters, inching his way in slowly, eyes locked on yours as he watches your face twist in pleasure. âdidnât think youâd be this tight, baby. youâve been waiting for this, havenât you?â your breath is shaky, jaw slack as he stretches you inch by inch. itâs almost too much, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you as you struggle to adjust to his size. âjay,â you whimper, your body tensing as he bottoms out, his cock buried deep inside you. the intensity makes you yelp, your body instinctively trying to pull away.
he grips your hips tighter, holding you in place, a wicked grin spreading across his face. âwhere do you think youâre going?â he taunts. âthought you wanted this. wanted me to fuck you like this. youâre not running now.â âwait,â you manage to smile through the haze, breath uneven as you try to adjust to the stretch. âyouâre⌠big.â jayâs grin widens, eyes glinting with pride. âyou can take it,â he growls, rolling his hips slowly, teasing you with the slightest movements. âlook at your pussy getting all stretched out for me.â your body responds immediately, legs trembling as he starts moving again, setting a rhythm that has you gasping for air, toes curling with every thrust. jay bites his lower lip, watching you struggle to take him, the sight of you barely holding on only spurring him on. he canât help himself.
âharder?â jay chuckled, teasing, as he leaned back and adjusted his grip on the back of your thighs, spreading your legs wider. his weight pressed down on you, pinning you to the bed, completely at his mercy. your hands scrambled for something to hold onto, anything to steady yourself as the shift in position made you feel every inch of him more intensely. each deep thrust sent shockwaves through your body, forcing you to arch up, gasping for air. jay looked down at you, eyes dark with lust as he took in the sightâyou, wrecked beneath him, panting, completely undone. he loved it. loved the way you looked like this, completely under him. now, with your legs spread even wider, he could feel so much more of you, every inch of your slick pussy gripping him tighter. âfuck... you feel that?â jay stuttered, his voice thick with pleasure as his pace quickened, hips slamming into you harder. âi can feel every part of you like this... shit, youâre taking me so fucking deep.â your moans were ragged, desperate, each one louder than the last as the pleasure crashed over you, your body arching off the bed with every powerful thrust. âjay... oh my godâŚâ he smirked, watching you struggle beneath him, gripping your thighs tighter, spreading you open even more. âthatâs right, baby,â he growled, his voice rough. âyouâre gonna take it all... every inch of me.â you could only whimper, his pace brutal, relentless, driving you closer and closer to the edge. each thrust had you quivering, spiraling beneath him as he pounded into you, taking you apart with each stroke. âyou love this, donât you?â jay breathed, eyes burning with lust as he watched your body react to every movement. âyou love being fucked like thisâŚâ
you managed a weak nod, your voice barely a whisper through the overwhelming pleasure. âyes... fuck, jay... i love itâŚâ jungwonâs grip tightened around his cock, jerking himself off even though his stomach and thighs were already a sticky mess of cum. your panties, soaked and sticky with his release, dragged over his shaft, the fabric clinging to him as he pumped faster, his hand shaking. âfuckâŚâ he hissed, barely able to get the word out, teeth clenched as he watched jay slam into you, each thrust harder, deeper. every sound you made almost tore him apart, his body jerking like he could feel it, like he was the one fucking you. "look at you... getting fucked dumb on his cock," jungwonâs voice cracked, bitter and desperate, a twisted mix of jealousy and arousal tearing through him. his strokes turned frantic, jerking himself harder, faster, like if he could go hard enough, fast enough, he could make it realâmake it him instead of jay. his stomach clenched, head thrown back, legs trembling as he imagined it was him inside you. âyouâd feel so much better with me,â he growled under his breath, his hand moving faster, frustration boiling over. âiâd fuck you better than him,â jungwon choked out, barely more than a growl. his cock throbbed in his hand as he imagined you screaming his name, wanting him the way you wanted jay. âyouâd fucking seeâŚâ your moans, the way you shook, the way you screamedâjungwon was losing it. he wanted that. needed that. his body tensed as another orgasm ripped through him, spilling over the already soaked panties. jay was relentless, slamming into you so hard you could barely breathe, your entire body trembling, feeling light-headed with pleasure as you teetered on the edge of release.
jungwon could see it, could feel it in his bones. his breath hitched as he watched, hating the sight of jay inside you, filling you when it shouldâve been him. âshit, your pussyâs too good,â jay grunted, his voice strained as he thrust into you harder. suddenly, he pulled out, leaving you gasping, your body aching for more, already too wound up. ânot yet,â jay whispered against your lips, teasing you with the faintest brush of his mouth before pulling back. his hand tapped your thigh, commanding you to move. before you could even think, jay flipped you onto your stomach, positioning you like you were nothing more than a toy to him. his hands gripped your hips tight, lifting you the way he liked, preparing to take you all over again.
out of nowhere, jayâs hand cracked down on your ass, the sharp slap echoing through the room. you yelped, the sting rippling into a wave of pleasure that lit your body on fire. âfuck,â you whimpered, biting your lip, wanting more. âyou like that?â jayâs voice was rough, dripping with lust as he knelt behind you, his hands kneading your ass before delivering another sharp smack. âlook at you, already missing my cock.â your moans were muffled by the pillow, your body trembling as your hips pushed back, desperate for him to fill you again. he lined up, teasing your entrance, barely brushing against you, making you squirm. âjay, please,â you begged, voice breathless, needy. he chuckled low, letting the head of his cock tease you, dragging it along your slick folds, enough to make you squirm but never giving you what you needed. âtell me how much you want it,â he growled, his lips ghosting over your ear, his voice filled with desire. âput it back in,â you whined, pressing back against him, trying to take him in yourself. but jay only smirked, pulling away just enough to enjoy your frustration. his chest pressed against your back, his cock dragging torturously over your slick folds, teasing you without mercy. his breath was hot on your neck as he whispered, âyou want it that bad?â you bit your lip, holding back, but when he nudged just the tip inside and pulled out again, your body jolted, your pride cracking. âjay, please,â you murmured, voice trembling with need, the ache between your legs growing unbearable. his dark chuckle brushed against your skin, his lips grazing your neck. âcâmon, y/n⌠say it,â he teased, giving you another shallow thrust, pulling back just as quickly. âyou know you want it.â
your nails dug into the sheets, frustration building as your control slipped. âi want it, please,â you gasped, breath shaky. âfuck my pussy... give it to me.â his grin widened against your skin, and he pulled back just enough to line himself up, lips close to your ear. âthen take it,â he growled, slamming into you hard and deep in one brutal thrust, making you scream into the pillow. âoh godâjay,â you cried, voice muffled, body shaking beneath him as his teeth sank into your shoulder, the sharp pain mixing with overwhelming pleasure. âfuck,â jay groaned, his breath ragged against your skin. âwanted to take you out on a proper date, but you had to grind on me at the club.â his voice was low, growling between each brutal thrust, the slap of skin filling the room, drowning out your desperate moans as your body quivered beneath his weight. âcouldnât help it,â you choked out, voice breaking between gasps. âyou looked so fucking good.â jayâs grip on your waist tightened, his pace relentless, fucking you harder, making you scream as waves of pleasure rolled through you. âgoddamn, y/n⌠youâre driving me fucking insane.â âi finallyâŚâ you panted, voice barely coherent, âbroke you, didnât i? you fuck like an animal.â
jay growled low, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. âmaybe you did,â he muttered, voice raw with need. âlook what you fucking do to me.â his words sent a shiver down your spine, pushing you closer to the edge as his thrusts became more desperate, more intense. âyou wanted this,â he growled, his breath hot against your neck, his chest heavy on your back. âyou wanted me like this, didnât you?â you tried to hold back the moans, but he was so deep inside you, every thrust pushing you closer to the brink. âyes,â you gasped, nails clawing at the sheets. âyes, jay, donât stopâkeep fucking me.â his grunts grew louder, his pace brutal as he chased his release, lips brushing yours in a messy, heated kiss. his hips stuttered, rhythm faltering as he reached his limit, overwhelmed by how much you wanted him, how you took everything he gave like you were made for him. âfuck, iâm so close,â he groaned, voice strained. âgonna pull out, baby.â but you shook your head, legs wrapping tighter around him. âno,â you whispered, breathless but firm. âjustâgive it to me. i want all of it.â jayâs breath hitched, body trembling as he tried to hold on. âfuck, you're serious?â he rasped, control slipping. you nodded, licking your lips, urging him to let go, needing him to finish inside you.
your nails dug deeper into the sheets, your body trembling as you gasped, âdonât pull out⌠cum in my pussy⌠fill me up.â his grip tightened, his voice wrecked. âyouâll make me get you pregnant, baby,â he groaned, eyes dark with lust, staring down at you. âgod, youâre fucking killing me.â you nodded, desperate, voice barely audible. âi⌠iâll take care of it,â you moaned, meeting his thrusts. âjust- please, inside me. youâre fucking me so good, want itââ âoh fuck, y/n,â jay growled, pushing in deep as his body shook, coming hard inside you, filling you with everything he had. âtake it,â jay grunted, his voice raw, body jerking against you one last time as the heat flooded you. even as he finished, you kept grinding against him, milking every drop from him. his body trembled, his moans turning helpless as he collapsed on top of you, completely spent. âshit⌠stop moving, baby,â jay gasped, but even as the words left his mouth, his body couldnât stay still, still trembling as he held you tighter, keeping himself buried deep inside you.
his breath was hot against your neck, heart pounding hard enough that you could feel it against your back. soft kisses trailed along your shoulder, his lips warm, gentle, as his body slowly came down from the high. âiâm sensitive,â jay muttered, his voice low and intimate, a softness creeping into the words as he shifted, turning both of you so you were curled into him, still connected. his cock twitched inside you, the aftershocks of his release sending shivers through his body. he held you close, arms tight around your waist, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on your skin as the two of you lay there in silence. âiâm not going anywhere,â he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck, his voice a quiet promise. you shifted slightly, wincing at the overstimulation, making jay groan. âugh, that was so fucking good,â you mumbled, your voice muffled against his chest. âdonât move,â he groaned, tightening his grip on you, his arms possessive. âdonât wanna pull out yet.â you stayed tangled together, limbs entwined, the warmth of post-orgasm settling into your bones. the only sound in the room was the steady rhythm of your breathing, occasionally broken by soft laughs as you both tried to process what had just happened. jay shifted beside you, still warm, pulling you even closer as if he couldnât stand to be apart from you. his fingers brushed lightly over your waist, and you felt your eyelids growing heavier, the peaceful haze of sleep starting to take over.
âmm, y/n?â his voice was soft, thick with sleep as he nuzzled into your neck, his breath warm against your skin. âyeah?â you mumbled, your voice hoarse. âyou okay?â âjust couldnât get comfortable for a second,â he murmured, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder. âsorry, you can go back to sleep, baby.â the word âbabyâ made you smile, but you were too exhausted to tease him for it. his affection was clear, and it warmed you from the inside out. but as your mind began to wander, a nagging thought crept inâjungwon. you hadnât heard from him since last night, and a small part of you couldnât help but wonder where he was, if he was okay. you tried to push the thought away, but it lingered, pulling you out of the comfortable haze. âwhat time is it?â you asked softly, not really expecting an answer, just needing a distraction. âstill early,â jay murmured, pressing his lips against your neck again. âdonât worry about it.â
you tried to relax, to let his warmth lull you back to sleep, but your mind kept circling back to jungwon. âdid jungwon ever get home?â you whispered, the question slipping out before you could stop it. jay shifted beside you, his arm tightening around your waist slightly. âjungwon?â he muttered, still drowsy. âi dunno⌠didnât hear him come in.â you bit your lip, unease gnawing at you. jungwon had gone out with jake and sunghoon, and usually, he would at least text if he wasnât coming back. but your phone was somewhere on the floor, and jay had you wrapped so tightly you couldnât reach it. still, something didnât feel right. âheâll be fine, y/n,â jay murmured, sensing your tension even half-asleep. his voice was soothing, but it didnât fully ease the anxious twist in your stomach. âyeah, youâre probably right,â you whispered, though the unease remained. you snuggled back against him, trying to let the comfort of his presence calm you, but your mind kept wandering back to jungwon. jay shifted again, and this time his voice was softer, more hesitant. ây/n?â he began quietly, his breath brushing against your neck. âwould you be mad if i told you i like you so fucking much?â his words snapped you out of your thoughts, your heart skipping a beat. âmad?â you turned slightly to look at him, a small smile tugging at your lips. âwhy would i be mad?â
he sighed, rubbing gentle circles on your side as he met your eyes. âi dunno. maybe âcause iâm saying it now... after we just, you know, had sex for the first time.â he chuckled awkwardly. âkinda feels like i shouldâve said it before all of this.â you couldnât help but laugh softly at his honesty, your fingers brushing lightly against his chest. âyou did call me your girl earlier, remember?â you teased, easing the tension with a playful smile. he grinned, rolling his eyes. âyeah, real smooth, huh?â âso smooth,â you laughed quietly, shaking your head as the weight of the moment lifted between you. he leaned in closer, his forehead resting against yours, his voice softer now. âbut seriously... i like you. a lot. more than i thought i would.â his confession made your chest warm, and your heart beat a little faster. âi like you too, jay,â you admitted, your fingers tracing patterns on his skin. âand no, iâm not mad.â relief washed over his face, and his smile widened as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. âgood. âcause i really donât wanna fuck this up.â âyouâre not,â you whispered, leaning in to kiss him gently, reassuring him. for now, in this moment, everything between the two of you felt rightâeven if your mind kept drifting back to jungwon. jay sighed, content, pulling you even closer, his body relaxing against yours. but as sleep started to creep back in, that small thought of jungwon lingered in the background, refusing to let go.
jungwon slumped back in his chair, chest heaving, body drenched in sweat, his skin clammy with the aftermath of how far he'd let himself go. his heart pounded violently, each beat a reminder of the sick desperation that gripped him tighter with every passing second. no matter how many times he came tonight, it wasnât enough. it never was. the screen had gone black minutes ago, but the soundsâthe haunting echoes of your moans and jayâs gruntsâplayed relentlessly in his mind. it felt like they were carved into his skull, on repeat, taunting him, reminding him of every moment he wasnât there, every time jay had what he craved most. jungwon dragged a trembling hand through his hair, the strands sticking to his damp forehead, his eyes burning with unshed tears. his other hand still clutched your lingerie, the delicate lace now crumpled and soaked with his own cum. disgust surged through him as he stared at the fabric. it felt like a mockery of the connection he so desperately longed for. he let it fall from his fingers, the soft thud of it hitting the keyboard echoing like a final defeat. but the disgust didnât make the ache in his chest any less real. it clawed at him, gnawing at his insides, threatening to tear him apart from the inside out. how long was he going to do this to himself? how long would he have to watch you give everything to jay? his teeth sank into his lip, hard enough to draw blood, the sharp taste grounding him for just a second before the agony crashed back in, stronger than ever. it wasnât about the releaseânever was. the way you begged jay to fuck you harder, to cum inside youâit was a knife twisted in jungwonâs gut, over and over. âfuckâŚâ his voice shook, barely more than a whisper. he hated himself for how much he wanted to blame you. but he couldnât. he could never hate you, even as every part of him shattered under the weight of it all.
his body trembled, weak from the overstimulation, but his mind was a stormâeach thought darker, more desperate. he pushed himself up from the chair, legs barely supporting him as he stumbled toward the bed, collapsing onto it face-first, still half-naked, pants bunched around his thighs. his cock twitched against the sheets, oversensitive and raw, but the pleasure had turned into something hollow, something meaningless. the silence of the room pressed in on him, thick and suffocating. jungwon hugged his pillow tightly, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, exhaustion clinging to him, but sleep felt impossibly far. his mind wouldnât stop racing. how could he ruin this? how could he tear jay down, rip him apart, make sure he could never have you again? thoughts of revenge spiraled in his head, each one darker, more vicious than the last, but nothing felt like enough. nothing matched the depth of the emptiness he felt. he needed to break jay. he needed to make jay feel the same crushing agony that had consumed him for weeks. the same jealousy, the same suffocating helplessness. he needed to make jay feel what it was like to lose everything. with a sharp breath, jungwon slammed his fist into his chest, the impact sending a shock of pain through his ribs, but it did nothing to drown out the ache inside him. if anything, the hollow feeling only grew, spreading through his veins like poison. it wasnât enough. âfuck!â jungwon gasped, his voice cracking, raw and broken as he punched his chest again, harder this time. his knuckles throbbed from the force, but the pain was futileâuseless against the tidal wave of emotion threatening to drown him.
tears welled in his eyes, hot and unrelenting. his hands shook as he gripped his hair, pulling hard, trying to keep the sobs at bay, but it was useless. the dam broke, and a harsh, guttural sob tore from his throat. one after the other, the sobs came, his entire body shaking with the force of them. âno⌠noâŚâ he whimpered between gasping breaths, the tears streaming down his face, soaking into the pillow beneath him. he had never felt so broken, so pathetic. the sobs wouldnât stop, his entire body convulsing with each ragged cry, years of frustration, jealousy, and desperation bubbling to the surface all at once. âitâs not fair,â jungwon whimpered, his voice barely audible, choking on the words as they left his lips. âitâs not fucking fair.â âwhy?â he cried out, voice shattering in the darkness, trembling and fragile. he buried his face deeper into the pillow, trying to muffle the broken sobs that tore from him, but nothing could stop the flood of agony ripping him apart. the pain grew, gnawing at him, spreading through his chest like wildfire, consuming him completely. âi love you,â jungwon whispered, the words trembling, broken, and so full of hurt. âfuck, i love you so much.â but his words fell flat, lost in the empty silence of his room. they hung in the air, unanswered, just like every other desperate plea heâd made. he sobbed harder, the tears coming slower now, but no less painful, each one a bitter reminder that nothing had changed. nothing would change. he lay there for what felt like hours, broken, sobbing into the darkness, waiting for the pain to subside. but it didnât. it lingered, sharp and unyielding, an open wound that wouldnât heal. deep down, he knew it never would. he would never escape this.
days passed, and jungwon became nothing more than a ghost in the apartment, slipping through the cracks, disappearing into the shadows like he was made of them. you never saw him during the day, only heard the faintest shuffle of footsteps late at night, long after youâd gone to bed, when he knew you wouldnât be around to see him. at first, you thought he wasnât coming home at all. no signs, no sounds. it was like heâd vanished. but then, in the dead of night, there it wasâthe creak of a door, the quiet rustle of sheets, the almost imperceptible presence of him trying to remain unseen. he was avoiding you, and you had no idea why. it took you days to work up the courage to knock on his door. you didnât know what you were expecting, but the silence that greeted you after your hesitant knock made the knot in your chest tighten. âjungwon? you there?â your voice was barely a whisper, pressed against the door like you were afraid of what you might hear. there was no response. just more suffocating silence. you were about to give up, about to turn away, when you heard itâthe faintest rustle of movement, sheets shifting, the sound of someone deliberately staying quiet. he was there. he didnât want to face you. "hey⌠youâve been in there for days... are you okay?" you tried again, the ache in your chest making your voice softer, more desperate. nothing. no answer. the silence dragged on, the weight of it pressing down on you until you couldnât take it anymore. eventually, you walked away, the heavy thud of your footsteps echoing through the empty hallway. the few times you did catch a glimpse of him, it was like seeing a ghost. jungwon would slip past you in the hallway, his head down, shoulders slumped, moving so quickly it was like he couldnât get away fast enough. he wouldnât look at you, wouldnât even acknowledge your presence, like you werenât there.
his face⌠god, his face. gaunt, hollowed out, dark circles carved beneath his eyes so deep it looked like he hadnât slept in weeks. his lips, pale and cracked, barely held together, and his clothes hung loosely on him, like heâd stopped caring about everythingâincluding himself. the jungwon you knew was gone, replaced by this hollow shell, this shadow of a person who had locked himself away so deep inside that you didnât know how to find him anymore. and then there was that night. youâd woken up thirsty, stumbling into the kitchen for a glass of water, when you found him sitting at the counter. jungwon was just sitting there, staring blankly at the floor, an untouched plate of food in front of him, cold and forgotten. he didnât move, didnât acknowledge you when you entered. his stillness was unnerving, like he was frozen in place, trapped in a moment he couldnât escape from. âjungwon?â you whispered, your voice trembling with concern, hoping, praying heâd respond this time. but he didnât. he didnât look up, didnât flinch. he just sat there, hollow and vacant, like a ghost haunting the room, as if your presence meant nothing to him. and then, just as slowly as heâd appeared, he stood, his movements stiff and robotic, walking past you as if you werenât even there. like you didnât exist. for a fleeting moment, you caught a glimpse of his faceâthe emptiness in his eyes, the haunted look that twisted your gut with worry. it was like staring into a void, like jungwon wasnât really there at all anymore. whatever was happening inside him, it was consuming him from the inside out, pulling him further and further away from you, into a darkness you couldnât reach. something was horribly wrong, and no matter how hard you tried to reach him, to break through that impenetrable wall heâd built around himself, jungwon was slipping further and further away, disappearing into a place where you couldnât follow.
you found yourself standing in front of jungwonâs door again, hand hovering over the wood, your heart pounding in your chest. this wasnât the first time, but it felt heavier now, like there was more on the line. you hesitated, teeth sinking into your lip, before finally knocking. just like every other time, there was nothing but silence. the faint hum of the apartmentâs air filled the space around you, but from behind that door, it was as if nothing existed. no movement. no sound. no acknowledgment of you.
the tightness in your chest grew, a knot of anxiety settling deep inside. you missed him. the silence, the way he was avoiding youâeverything about it felt wrong, like something crucial had been ripped away. you stood there, staring at the door, chewing your lip, debating whether to walk away again, or push through the painful awkwardness. you couldnât just leave things like this. not with him. âjungwon,â you said softly, your voice barely a whisper, fragile in the quiet hallway. âiâm... iâm worried about you. i donât know whatâs going on, but youâve been so distant, and itâs not like you. can you please talk to me?â nothing.
the silence on the other side of the door pressed down on you, suffocating. you leaned your forehead against the wood, trying to hold back the swell of frustration and sadness building inside. why wouldnât he just talk to you? what had changed between you two? youâd always been close, always had that connection. but now? it was like you were invisible. you exhaled shakily, deciding to try a different approach. "iâm going to tell you about my day, okay?" your voice was lighter, like you were forcing a smile even though he couldnât see it. âi know you probably donât care right now, but maybe if you hear me out, youâll feel like talking to me. or at least... listen.â you leaned your body against the door, as if you could get closer to him through it. âi went to work, and it was... fine, i guess. lisa kept annoying me with her gossip, you know how she is. she tried to drag me out for drinks after, but i wasnât feeling it.â you let out a small laugh, trying to inject some normalcy into the air, like it would remind him of what used to be easy between you two. âi know how much you hate hearing about her, but i donât have anyone else to vent to right now, so... sorry, youâre stuck with this.â
still, silence. the ache in your chest deepened, but you kept going. âjayâs been away on a business trip. he left a few days ago... and i donât know, itâs been harder than i thought. him being gone, and now you avoiding me... itâs making everything worse.â your voice cracked, and you hated how vulnerable you sounded, but you couldnât help it. it was the truth. you felt so alone without jungwon and jay. you always leaned on him when things got hard, but now even he was gone, unreachable. âi miss you,â you finally admitted, voice barely above a whisper, your hand pressing flat against the door, wishing you could feel him on the other side. "i miss how we used to talk, how weâd hang out. i donât know what happened between us, but... itâs killing me that youâre avoiding me. i just... i need my brother back." you waited, heart hammering, hoping for anythingâa sound, a word, something to let you know he was still there. but there was nothing. the silence was thick and unrelenting, swallowing you whole.
your throat tightened, the feeling of helplessness wrapping itself around you. you took a deep breath, giving the door one last soft tap. "iâll leave you alone now, but... please, jungwon. just talk to me. whenever youâre ready." you turned away, your heart heavy, each step feeling like you were sinking further into a pit. the quiet in the hallway was suffocating, and the weight of jungwonâs absence pressed down harder on you with every second that passed. you missed him, more than you could put into words. the distance between you felt impossible to bridge, and no matter how hard you tried, it only seemed to grow wider. "can you at least try to answer my texts?" you called out, voice softer now, almost pleading, desperation leaking through. you stopped in the middle of the hall, waiting, waiting for something, anything. but the silence stretched on, and the gnawing ache in your chest worsened. nothing.
not a single sound came from his room. it was like he wasnât even there anymore. you swallowed hard, fighting the lump in your throat, your heart sinking lower with each second that passed without a response. the frustration, the sadness, the helplessnessâit weighed on you like a stone, heavy and crushing. you didnât know how to reach him anymore. you didnât know how to bring him back. âplease, jungwon,â you whispered, your voice barely audible, more to yourself than to him now. you stood there, rooted to the spot, waiting, hoping, wishing for something, anything. but all you got was the same oppressive silence that had surrounded you for days. finally, with a deep sigh, you turned away, that familiar ache settling deeper in your chest, like a hole that couldnât be filled. each step down the hall felt heavier than the last, your mind racing with all the things you wanted to say but couldnât. you wanted him back. you wanted your brother back. but he was slipping further away, and you didnât know how to stop it.
you sat curled up on the couch, legs tucked beneath you, scrolling through your messages with jay. the conversation had started light, but as the texts went on, you could feel the emptiness creeping in, the sharp realization of how much you missed him gnawing at you.
you: hey... i miss you. feels kinda empty here without you jay: i miss you too, baby. just a few more days and i'll be back before you know it you: ugh, this business trip sucks. feels like forever jay: trust me, iâm counting down the days too you: you better make it up to me when you get back ;) you bit your lip, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth as you imagined him reading that message. there was a small pause before his reply came in. jay: oh, i will. got something special planned for you. promise. you: now iâm curious... jay: youâll have to wait and see ;) but donât worry. itâll be worth it.
you could practically hear the smirk in his words, and the thought made your chest flutter. as much as you hated being apart, jay always knew how to ease the ache, even if it was just through a few flirty texts. you: wish you were here though... feels off without you around jay: same here. but iâll be back soon. promise. you: ugh, youâre so positive lol. i wish i had that right now jay: gotta keep the vibes up, babe. weâll be fine, just a little longer. you: okay, fine... but i still hate it lol jay: youâll survive. iâll make it up to you, remember? you: you better...
the conversation made you smile, but the silence around you felt heavier than before. it lingered, pressing down as you stared at the screen, waiting for another response. then:
jay: iâve got meetings for the next few hours, so i wonât be reachable, okay? you: yeah, okay. good luck, donât work too hard jay: iâll try. talk soon, love you. you: love you too. you sighed, putting your phone down, staring at the empty room. jay was rightâyouâd see him soonâbut that didnât stop the ache. the apartment felt hollow without him, and worse, jungwon was barely speaking to you. what if jungwon was still acting distant when jay came back? maybe jay could help. maybe heâd get jungwon to open up. but for now, you were left alone in the quiet. you chewed on your nail absentmindedly, eyes flicking to the screen, but the movie playing was just background noise, something to fill the silence. after a few moments, you reached for your phone again, scrolling through the unanswered texts youâd sent to jungwon. the long thread of messages, one after another, stared back at you, and each unread line made your heart sink further.
you: hey, you havenât left your room in days? you: seriously, jungwon, whatâs going on? you: are you mad at me? i just want to talk. you: please answer me.
not a single response. you frowned, the tightness in your chest growing, frustration mixing with the sadness that had been building for days. why wouldnât he just talk to you? part of you wanted to give him space, let him come to you when he was ready, but the longer he stayed away, the more it hurt. with a deep sigh, you opened up another message. you: look, i donât know whatâs going on, but i hate this distance between us. if you need space, fine, but at least let me know youâre okay. you hesitated, staring at the screen, your thumb hovering over the send button. would he even read this? you hit send anyway, the weight of the unsaid words pressing on your chest. after a moment, you typed one last message. you: if you want to talk or just hang out... my doorâs open. come to my room if you feel like it. you set your phone down, the silence of the apartment swallowing you whole. without the distraction of the TV, the quiet was deafening, making the emptiness feel so much more real. you glanced at your phone one last time, hopingâwishingâfor a reply, but there was nothing. not even a sign that heâd read your messages.
with a soft sigh, you turned off the TV and made your way to your room. the bed creaked softly as you dropped onto it, pulling the blankets around you. your phone lay on the nightstand, screen dark and still, the silence hanging heavy around you. you left the door cracked open, just in case. the apartment was too still, and jungwonâs absence weighed on you like a physical thing. you lay there, staring up at the ceiling, eyes heavy with exhaustion, but sleep didnât come easily. it was a restless kind of feeling, the kind that left you half-awake, waiting for something that might never come.
and then, the bed dipped. you jolted awake, heart slamming against your ribcage, the remnants of sleep still clouding your vision. you blinked, eyes adjusting to the dim light, and there he wasâjungwon. sitting at the edge of your bed, his back turned to you, his posture rigid. âjesus, you fucking scared me,â you muttered, trying to steady the pounding in your chest. he didnât move, didnât acknowledge your words. just sat there, like a statue, head bowed, shoulders tense. something was offâreally offâand the heavy silence that hung between you only made it worse. you noticed the door was closed. when had that happened? the stillness of the room felt suffocating now, like the air itself was thick with everything left unsaid.
hesitant, you reached out, placing a hand gently on his back. the moment your palm touched him, you felt him flinch, his body reacting to the contact like it was a jolt of electricity. but he didnât pull away. he stayed there, frozen, his breath catching in his throat before it escaped in a deep, shaky exhale. âplease,â you whispered, voice so soft it was almost swallowed by the tension in the room, âdonât shut me out. i miss you.â the words seemed to snap something inside him. jungwon turned his head sharply, eyes wide, and for the first time in a long while, you could see everythingâall of it. the raw, unfiltered emotion that heâd been hiding. his eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and though he blinked quickly, trying to hold them back, it was too late. youâd seen the truth. you could feel the hurt radiating from him, almost palpable. âyou⌠miss me?â his voice cracked, disbelief laced in every syllable, as if the very idea of you missing him was foreign, impossible. there was something raw, almost desperate, flickering in his gaze, something that made your heart clench painfully in your chest.
you nodded, your throat tightening, the emotions between you thickening. how had you not noticed? how had you let it get this bad? âwowâŚâ jungwon muttered, running a trembling hand through his hair, visibly trying to keep himself from falling apart. but it was clear he was on the edge, barely holding on. his emotions swirled around him, chaotic and heavy, and you could feel the weight of it pressing on you too. âyou just say that, and suddenly⌠i want to be okay again.â his voice wavered, a bitter laugh bubbling up from deep within him. âisnât that pathetic?â the laugh was sharp, almost cutting, but beneath it was something so much more fragile, something that hurt to hear.
âwhat are you talking about?â you whispered, your heart breaking for him in ways you couldnât quite grasp. his words, his toneâthey didnât match the jungwon you knew. this wasnât the boy youâd grown up with, the boy who had always been so full of quiet strength. this was someone drowning, lost in emotions that were too big for him to carry alone. without a second thought, you moved closer, your hands gently tugging him toward you. âcome here,â you said softly, your voice both an invitation and a plea. you guided him away from the edge, pulling him into you. and this time, he didnât resist. he let you pull him close, his head resting against your shoulder, his body curling into yours like it had so many times when you were kids, like he was searching for that comfort, that familiarity. your heart swelled, a bittersweet warmth spreading through your chest as you held him. you remembered the times youâd fall asleep together, mid-movie, or after long days spent together. but this... this was different. his breathing was shaky, his body trembling slightly against yours, and you could feel the storm of emotions inside him.
and yet, something else lingered, something that made the air around you feel thicker, heavier. âbut youâll hate me,â he whispered, so quietly you almost didnât catch it. his voice was so vulnerable, trembling with fear, with something you couldnât quite place. âhate you?â you echoed, your fingers brushing through his hair gently as you tried to soothe him, tried to understand. âwhy would i ever hate you?â he didnât answer right away. his face was still pressed against your chest, but you could feel the shift in him, the tension building. when he finally pulled back to look at you, his eyes were filled with an intensity that made your breath catch.
tears clung to his lashes, but there was something more, something darker in his gaze. his eyes flickered down to your lips, lingering there for a heartbeat too long. your heart stuttered in your chest, a sense of unease washing over you. the closeness between you suddenly felt different, charged in a way that made your stomach twist. âjungwon?â you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath, the question heavy in the air between you. but before you could process the meaning behind his gaze, before you could move or speak again, his grip on your shirt tightened, pulling you even closer. his face was inches from yours now, and then, suddenly, his lips were on yoursâsoft, shaky, unsure, but insistent. it wasnât what you expected. it wasnât what you wanted. but it was happening.
your heart pounded in your chest, panic rising as the kiss fully registered. you pulled away quickly, your breath coming in shallow gasps, hands pushing against him. "what are you doing? stopâno, we canât!" your voice trembled, desperate to make sense of the overwhelming rush of emotions. but jungwon didnât stop. his eyes, wide and filled with something raw and unrecognizable, bore into yours. there was a desperation in them, something pleading, frantic. âplease, y/n, just listenââ he leaned in again, his voice almost breaking. âno!â you cried, pressing harder against his chest, trying to create space between you. your hands shook as you tried to shove him back, your mind screaming at you that this wasnât right. âthis isnât right, jungwon! we canâtââ
âbut you kissed me back,â he interrupted, his voice cracking as he held your gaze, the hurt in his eyes twisting painfully in your chest. âi know you felt it too. you didnât pull away right away. you liked it, didnât you?â his words hit you like a punch, leaving you reeling, the confusion swirling inside you tightening like a knot. âno, i didnâtââ you stammered, shaking your head, trying to shake off the weight of his accusation. how did this even happen? âplease,â he whispered, his voice breaking, and before you could react, he leaned in again, his desperation bleeding into every movement. his lips crashed against yours with a force that left you breathless, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth with an intensity that made your head spin. you struggled, hands pushing at him, but his strength overpowered yours. the more you resisted, the harder he pressed, the kiss turning more frantic, more overwhelming. you told yourself to push him away, to stop this before it went any further, but your body⌠your body wasnât listening. it froze, paralyzed in the whirlwind of emotions crashing over you. the heat of his touch, the urgency of his kissâit blurred everything else. for a split second, nothing else existed. it was just his lips, desperate and pleading, and the dizzying sense of wrongness mixing with the confusion in your mind. then, you felt it. his hands slipping under your shirt, fingers grazing the bare skin of your stomach, sending a jolt through you like a cold shock of reality. the haze shattered.
you gasped, pulling away, the air in your lungs burning as the weight of the situation hit you like a ton of bricks. this wasnât just a kiss anymore. this was something far deeper, something you werenât ready for. before you could fully react, jungwon moved over you, his body pressing you down into the mattress, caging you beneath him. his weight pinned you in place, his arms braced on either side of your head, trapping you. he kissed you again, more frantic this time, his desperation growing with every second that passed. âjungwon, stop,â you tried to say, but the words barely made it out, muffled by his lips, by the weight of everything that was happening too fast, too intensely. the room felt smaller, closing in around you as his kisses became more urgent, his hands wandering with a hunger that made your skin crawl. you needed to stop this. you had to stop this. but he wasnât stopping.
"please," jungwonâs voice cracked as he pulled back, a thin trail of saliva connecting your lips, his eyes wide with desperation. "i need you... i need this. donât leave me alone⌠not like this.
and then you felt itâhis hips pressing against yours, the hard outline of his cock rubbing insistently against your thigh. your body froze, shock rippling through every inch of you. he was so hard, the pressure of him grinding into you undeniable, suffocating. your breath hitched as you felt his desperation, his need, pressing into you like a weight you couldnât shake. you hated itâthe way your skin flushed under his touch, how your body reacted, betraying you. and the look on his faceâpained, desperate, so full of needâmade it harder to pull away. it made everything harder. his movements became more determined, the friction between you building with each desperate grind of his hips. his head fell back, a low groan tearing from his lips, his jaw slack as if he was already lost to the sensation. his eyes fluttered shut, and just the sight of him like thisâgrinding against you, looking like he could cum just from that aloneâhad you crumbling. "waitâ" you breathed, voice barely a whisper, trying to regain control, but your own breath was coming in short, uneven gasps, mirroring the intensity he was pressing onto you. it was too much. he was too much. and worst of allâyou didnât completely hate it. and that terrified you.
"please, let me," jungwon begged, his voice rough, full of raw emotion. his eyes burned into yours, overwhelming, trapping you beneath his gaze. his lips trembled as he kissed you again, softer this time, like he was asking for permission with each touch, pleading with you to let him keep going. "i can't," you managed to whisper, shaking your head, trying to fight through the fog of his touch, but your body felt weak, pinned beneath his weight. "you were kissing me back," jungwon insisted, his voice hardening as his lips hovered dangerously close to yours, his breath hot against your skin. âyou liked it. donât deny it.â
"no, jungwon, iâ" your voice faltered, struggling to form words, but he pressed his forehead against yours, eyes locking onto yours with a fierce intensity that made it hard to breathe. "you were," he repeated, his hands cupping your face, his fingers trembling against your skin. "stop lying to yourself, y/n." his words twisted inside your chest, sending your thoughts spiraling. the confusion, the guiltâit all mixed with the undeniable pull of the moment, the years of repressed feelings now breaking free, crashing down around you in waves too strong to resist. "this isnât right," you whispered, your hands gripping his shirt, half trying to push him away, half holding him closer. you were torn, the weight of the situation crashing into the undeniable connection between you.
"but it feels right, doesnât it?" jungwon murmured, his lips finding yours again, kissing you deeply, slowly, like he was savoring the taste of you, as if this was his last chance. you gasped into the kiss, your hands sliding down to his chest, and for a fleeting moment, you let yourself kiss him back, fully aware of the line you were crossing. but as soon as you did, the weight of reality slammed into you, and you pulled away, breathless, shaking your head. jungwonâs eyes darkened as he hovered over you, his hands roaming your sides, fingers slipping under your shirt, grazing your bare skin. "you donât hate it,â he whispered, his voice low, dangerous, âi can feel it."
his words slithered into your mind, clouding your thoughts, blurring the lines you had promised yourself youâd never cross. his touchâtoo close, too muchâmade you tremble, and the way he looked at you... it was dangerous. your heart pounded in your chest, a frantic beat of fear and something you didnât want to admit. "this isnât right... jayâ" you started, your voice cracking under the weight of it all, but as soon as you said jayâs name, jungwonâs expression hardened, his jaw clenching. "he's not here. i am." his voice was sharp, final, as he leaned in, dragging his tongue slowly up your neck, making your body shudder involuntarily. "doesnât it feel good?â his hands roamed rougher now, his fingers sneaking further under your shirt, brushing against your skin with a hunger that was impossible to ignore. âi can make you feel so fucking good... you know iâm right."
his tongue flicked over your ear, making your breath catch in your throat, your gasp betraying you. his mouth moved down to your neck, sucking hard, marking you in a way that made your stomach twist with both guilt and something darker.
you pushed weakly at his shoulders, your hands trembling, but he was stronger, catching your wrists and pinning them down as his mouth continued its slow, torturous path down your body. his nose brushed against your shirt as he lifted it slightly, his tongue dragging in slow, teasing stripes along your stomach like he was savoring every second. you arched into the sensation, a broken moan slipping from your lips, and jungwon groaned in response, the sound of your pleasure spurring him on. just as you felt yourself slipping further, the image of jay flashed in your mind, cold and sobering. jungwon noticed immediately, his eyes snapping up to yours, his expression darkening as he read your thoughts before you could even voice them. "no, no," he whispered, moving back up to your lips, kissing you again, desperate to keep you from pulling away. "you're thinking about him again, arenât you?" his breath was hot against your ear, his frustration bleeding into his words. âbut youâre my brotherâŚâ the words slipped out, weak and trembling, as you tried to grasp onto some semblance of reality, something to hold onto, some line that shouldnât be crossed. your chest tightened, the weight of everything crashing down on you as you looked at himâjungwon, the boy you had grown up with, the person who should have been your safety, your boundary.
jungwon froze for a split second, his eyes locking onto yours, and for a moment, you saw something break inside himâa flash of vulnerability that shattered the hardness in his expression. but it was gone as quickly as it came. his grip on your waist tightened, like he was afraid youâd slip away from him, like losing you was a possibility he couldnât bear. "i never wanted to be," he whispered, his voice raw, and those five words hit you like a blow to the chest. there was no hesitation, no regret, only a desperate need. his lips found yours again, softer this time but still so urgent, so desperate. he kissed you like he was trying to erase your words, trying to make you forget everythingâyour boundaries, jay, and the storm of emotions that surrounded you both. your eyes squeezed shut, your entire body trembling as his lips moved against yours. but even as you tried to pull away, he wouldnât let you retreat. âlook at me,â he whispered, his voice shaky yet filled with quiet authority, a plea buried deep within the demand. âplease, y/n. look at me.â you kept your eyes shut tight, resisting, clinging to whatever was left of your resolve. âi canât⌠i canât do this to jay,â you breathed, voice barely holding together as you tried to escape the hold jungwon had over you. but jungwon wasnât stopping. he kissed along your neck, slow, deliberate, each kiss sending a jolt through your body. âjay doesnât have to know,â he murmured between kisses, his breath hot and ragged against your skin, the warmth of him wrapping around you like a suffocating blanket.
his lips trailed up your cheek, his hands cradling your face with such tenderness it made your heart ache. the contrast of his desperation and his soft touch was overwhelming. he bit down on your bottom lip, gently but firm enough to make you gasp, and before you could stop yourself, a low moan slipped out. he paused at the sound, and in that split second, you felt everything shift. he saw itâthe way you were faltering, the way your body was betraying you. âsee?â he whispered, his lips hovering inches from yours, his breath mingling with yours. âyou want this too.â "heâs not here, y/n. jay doesnât have to know," jungwon repeated, but this time his voice cracked, and you could hear the rawness in itâthe pain, the need. "iâm right here. iâve always been here." "no..." you whispered weakly, but even you werenât sure if you believed it anymore. jungwonâs hand slipped down, his fingers sliding under your waistband, finding your soaked core. you gasped, your body betraying you again as his fingers teased you, slipping inside slowly. he groaned softly, his lips curling into a dark smirk as he felt how wet you were. "then why are you so wet for me?" his voice was low, dangerous, as he pushed deeper. "fuck, youâre soaked... all for me."
you whimpered, your body arching into him, even as your mind screamed at you to stop. "why?" you choked out, your voice trembling, your eyes pleading for answers. "why are you doing this?" jungwon pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan that sent a shiver down your spine. his eyes locked on yours, full of raw emotionâsomething deeper, something darker. "because i love you." his confession hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. you stared at him, your heart pounding, your breath catching in your throat as the weight of his words sank in. you hadnât realized, you hadnât seen it, hadnât felt it before. but now? now everything made sense. "jungwon..." you whispered, your hands weakly gripping his shirt, the guilt and confusion twisting tighter around you. "i didnât know... i didnât realize..." "you never saw me," he whispered, his voice barely holding together, his lips just inches from yours. the sadness in his eyes was unbearable, cutting through you like a knife. "not the way i needed you to. but iâve seen you, every single day. every second. iâve loved you, y/n. even when it fucking hurt, even when i tried to stay away. but i canât anymore."
his words hit you like a tidal wave, the full force of his heartbreak crashing into you. you could feel it nowâthe years of silent suffering, the way heâd watched from the shadows, wanting you, needing you, and you never even noticed. it tore at you, unraveling everything you thought you knew. "i... i donât know what to say," you stammered, your mind spinning, everything unraveling at once. guilt, confusion, and the weight of his confession pressed down on you, suffocating, leaving you gasping for air. "you donât have to say anything... just let me have you," he whispered, his voice breaking as he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours, soft and hesitant, like he was scared youâd push him away again. "thatâs all iâm asking."
his forehead rested against yours, his body trembling as he held you close, his breath uneven, each second stretching out painfully. there was no more hiding. this was himâraw, broken, vulnerableâand he was asking for everything. the guilt hit you hard, like a wave pulling you under. you knew, deep down, that this wasnât just lust for him. this was years of repressed feelings, of unspoken love, of obsession. he had loved you in silence for so long, and now he was laying it all out in front of you, begging for just a moment of validation, for you to see him. and as you stared into his tear-streaked eyes, you couldnât deny it anymore. you couldnât pretend. there had been something between you, once, twice... maybe more times than you wanted to admit. and now, with everything out in the open, it was all crashing down on you. you couldnât look away. you couldnât push him away. he was too close, too raw, and every second you stayed, every breath you shared, the line between right and wrong blurred even more. "please," he whispered again, his voice so broken, so full of everything heâd held inside for so long. and as his lips brushed yours again, you felt yourself slipping, falling into him, into the years of unspoken desire and love that had always been there, waiting for you to see it.
"jungwon..." your voice cracked, tears welling up in your eyes. "iâm sorry. iâm so fucking sorry."
the words barely had a chance to settle before you kissed him. your lips crashed into his, the storm of emotions inside you spilling over, unable to hold back any longer. jungwon froze for a split second, his breath hitching, and then he was on you, kissing you back with a desperation that made your heart ache. he groaned against your mouth, his body trembling like this was the moment heâd been waiting for his entire life. and maybe, in his mind, it was. his hands clamped down on your waist, fingers digging into your skin, pulling you so close that you could barely breathe. his kiss was everythingâyears of longing, of frustration, heartbreakâall spilling out at once. and now that you were kissing him back, now that he had you, it was like something inside him was breaking apart and being put back together at the same time.
he kissed you like it was his last chance, like he was drowning and this was his only way to breathe. his tongue slid into your mouth, greedy, devouring every sound you made, groaning deep in his chest like this was everything he had ever wanted. the meaningless girls, the distractions, none of it had ever come close to this. you were all he had ever wanted. his touch ignited something in you tooâsomething raw, something youâd buried deep. your body responded to him, the heat of his hands on your skin setting your nerves on fire, and you couldnât help but kiss him deeper, harder.
his lips trailed down to your neck, biting, sucking, marking you, and with every gasp that escaped your mouth, he lost a little more control. "fuck," jungwon groaned, his breath hot against your skin as his hands slipped under your shirt, his touch rough, frantic. he was losing himself in you, piece by piece, every touch unraveling something inside him that had been locked away for too long.
and now, now that he had you, he wasnât sure if he could ever let go. his fingers grazed your skin, and you arched into him, your body betraying you with a soft gasp that only spurred him on. his grip tightened, and the kiss deepened, his need pouring into you, relentless. he tugged at your shirt, your clothes, desperate to feel more of you, to claim more of you. he had waited so long for this momentâwatched for so long. the fantasies, the dreams, the nights spent watching you from a distance, imagining this. nothing compared to the reality of having you beneath him, of hearing your moans, of feeling your body give in to his touch. his breath caught as he realizedâyou were giving in. you wanted him. your hands gripped at his shirt, pulling him closer, and it was like a switch flipped in him. his lips curled into a smirk against your skin as he kissed you harder, his movements growing more aggressive, more possessive.
oh. yes.
you gasped, breathless, as his lips pressed harder against yours, his hips grinding against you. this was what he had wanted all along, what he had craved. his cock was hard, straining against his clothes, and he groaned into your mouth, his fingers digging into your waist, his grip possessive, as if he was afraid youâd disappear. "fuck," he breathed, his voice low, dangerous, his lips brushing your ear. "you donât know how long iâve waited for this." his hips pressed into yours, grinding slowly, teasingly, his fingers slipping down to tug at your shorts. "hurry," you gasped, your breath shaky and uneven, the urgency in your voice sending a thrill through him. his body stilled for a moment, his eyes darkening, a twisted smirk playing on his lips as he kissed along your neck. "oh, thatâs it," he muttered, his voice deep, rough. "so eager. so fucking eager." his teeth sank into your skin, harder this time, bruising. it wasnât just a bite; it was a claim. his hands moved with purpose now, one pinning your wrists above your head, the other pulling at your clothes, his grip tight, possessive. you were his, and he was going to make sure you knew it. the darkness in him started to bleed through, inch by inch. his touches grew rougher, his kisses more frantic. he was unraveling before your eyes, losing control, losing himself in you.
his hips rocked harder against yours, the friction sending shockwaves through you, another moan tearing from your throat. but something was shifting in himâsomething darker, something that made you shudder beneath him. he was losing himself, bit by bit, and he wasnât going to stop. "fuck," he growled, his breath hot against your neck, his voice filled with raw need. "you donât know what youâve done to me. iâve been waiting... waiting so fucking long." his hips pressed harder into you, rougher, the tension between you unbearable now. his grip on your wrists tightened, pinning you harder against the bed, and you could feel itâthe desperation, the obsession, the years of longing finally boiling over. "iâm not letting you go," jungwon muttered, his voice dark, a promise that made your stomach twist. his lips crashed against yours again, his kiss a mix of need and frustration, his control slipping further and further away.
"you think jay could ever make you feel like this?" jungwon hissed into your ear, his breath hot and jagged, the words slicing through the air like a challenge. his voice was low, darker than you had ever heard it, filled with a jealousy and possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine. the roughness of his movements took you by surprise, the sudden intensity catching you off guard. a thrill shot through you at the way he was taking control, but the mention of jayâyour boyfriend, miles awayâsent a wave of guilt crashing through you. then you looked up at jungwon. really looked at him. his face was twisted, contorted in a way youâd never seen before. the softness you had always known was gone, replaced by something unrecognizable. his eyes burned with an intensity that bordered on madness, a wild, unhinged hunger that seemed to consume him. your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of fear and something far more dangerous tightening in your stomach. this wasnât the boy you knew. this was something else, something darker, and yet the way he dominated you, the way he held you down, had you teetering on the edge of wanting more. "he couldnât even eat you out after you gave him the suck of his life." jungwonâs voice was sharp, almost mocking, but laced with something more sinister, something dangerous.
your eyes flew open at his words, panic rising in your chest. how did he know? your voice trembled as you spoke, "what? how do you know that?" the room felt like it was closing in on you, the tension suffocating. no one should have known, no one could have seen or heard that moment. your breath hitched as fear crept up your spine. jungwon's smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming with something dark, something you couldnât place. he leaned in closer, his body pressing harder against yours. "i know everything, y/n," he whispered, his voice low and chilling, his gaze locking onto yours with a twisted sense of satisfaction. it was like he was savoring your fear, relishing in the control he had over you. you tried to pull away, panic tightening in your chest, but jungwonâs grip only grew stronger. in one swift motion, he yanked your shorts down, making you yelp, the action so rough it left you breathless. "you didnât think iâd just sit back and let him have you, did you?" his voice was taunting now, a cruel edge to his words. "iâve been watching. every little thing."
the reality of his words slammed into you, and your heart raced with panic. watching? how? "w-what do you mean? how?" you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper as his weight pressed you deeper into the mattress, keeping you pinned beneath him. jungwon straddled you, his eyes dark and unreadable, but there was something more there now, something sinister lurking just beneath the surface. your heart pounded as his hands grabbed the hem of your shirt, tugging it up roughly to reveal your bra. before you could react, he snapped one of the straps against your skin, the sting sharp, causing you to gasp. your body reacted against your will, a flush of heat rising under your skin. "wouldn't you like to know?" jungwon's smirk grew, his eyes dancing with dark amusement, like this was all a game to himâa twisted, dangerous game that only he understood. fear and confusion clouded your thoughts, but there was something else there, something darker stirring inside you. despite the fear, the way he had complete control over youâhis dominance, the weight of his body trapping youâhad your pulse quickening in ways you didnât expect. "jungwon, iâm not fucking around," you snapped, your voice shaky but firm, trying to mask the panic that was threatening to overtake you. your hands pushed against his chest, but he was unmovable, his body keeping you pinned beneath him, helpless.
"how were you watching?" you demanded, the question barely leaving your lips as your breath hitched. you needed to know, needed to understand what was happening. jungwonâs smirk didnât waver. in fact, it seemed to grow darker. he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a low, taunting whisper. "i have my ways." the words sent a chill down your spine, his tone dripping with arrogance. his hips shifted, pressing harder against you, reminding you just how trapped you were. your breath caught as his fingers trailed down your stomach, the heat of his touch setting off a reaction in your body that you didnât want to acknowledge. "youâre so curious," he teased, his voice growing darker, more dangerous. "but maybe you should focus on how youâre feeling right now." "youâre getting wetter, arenât you?" he taunted, his voice low, dripping with satisfaction. your body betrayed you, reacting to his dominance, the way he controlled every moment, every touch. anger flared up, but it was mixed with something elseâsomething you couldnât shake, something primal and terrifying. and the worst part? he wasnât wrong.
your body heated under his touch, despite the fear clawing at the edges of your mind. every part of you wanted to scream, wanted to fight back, but you were frozen, pinned beneath him, powerless. and jungwon? he saw it all. he saw your hesitation, your fear, the way your body responded to him. his smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction as he watched you unravel beneath him. "he couldnât give you this," he muttered, his lips grazing your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin, his breath hot and ragged. "he could never make you feel like this." his words were venomous, biting, but they sank into your skin, embedding themselves in your thoughts. you wanted to hate him, to push him away, but with every touch, every word, he was pulling you deeper into his world. "answer me," you spat, trying to steady your voice, but it wavered, betraying the whirlwind of confusion inside you. jungwonâs reaction wasnât what you expected. instead of answering, he laughed, low and dark, his hands sliding back up to your bra, tugging at the fabric with a casual cruelty.
"oh, iâve been watching you for a long time, y/n," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with something dangerous, something far beyond what you thought you knew of him. "all those times you thought you were alone⌠you werenât." his words sent a chill crawling down your spine, your breath hitching in your throat. this wasnât some sudden madness; this had been brewing inside him for longer than you realized. his fingers moved swiftly, unhooking your bra and tossing it aside like it meant nothing. his eyes darkened as he stared at your exposed chest, a satisfied moan slipping from his lips like heâd finally gotten what heâd been craving. without hesitation, his mouth latched onto one of your nipples, sucking hungrily, possessively. the heat of his mouth sent shockwaves through you, your body arching into him before your mind could catch up to what was happening. âknew these tits were perfect,â he mumbled between rough kisses and bites, his voice thick with arousal. his hands bunched your breasts together, squeezing as his tongue flicked between them. the intensity overwhelmed you, your skin heating under his touch, the sensation building into something you couldnât control. before you could even catch your breath, his lips crashed back onto yours, demanding, relentless. his kiss was rough, desperate, like he couldnât get enough of you, and despite the confusion clouding your thoughts, you found yourself kissing him back, matching his need with your own.
but even as your body responded to his touch, your mind was spinningâcaught between the heat of the moment and the sickening realization that something was deeply, deeply wrong. jungwon pulled back just enough to smirk, his thumb brushing over your swollen bottom lip, teasing you. "youâre still trying to figure this out, arenât you?" he whispered, his voice soft but full of twisted control. "tell me, won," you demanded, trying to push through the fog of your mind, daring him to either stop or take things further. your pulse quickened as you spoke, hating how your voice faltered. his eyes narrowed, something dark flickering in his expression, but there was a glint of excitement too, as if he enjoyed the fact that you were pushing back, not just giving in. it only fueled the twisted hunger burning inside him, made him want to tear you apart even more. your heart pounded harder as your body betrayed you, your pussy growing wetter with each passing second, reacting to the way he looked down at youâconfident, knowing. like he had you right where he wanted, like heâd always known exactly how to break you down. "i know how you hated how bad jeongin was at eating you out," jungwonâs voice dripped with amusement, his eyes never leaving yours, "but you forgave him, didnât you? because he was cute." your body froze, how did he know that? your heart raced, panic bubbling up inside you, but jungwon leaned in, his breath hot against your skin. "how?" you asked, your voice trembling with disbelief, your mind racing to piece together the puzzle. but jungwon didnât stop. his fingers moved between your legs, slipping through your slick folds effortlessly, and a sharp hiss escaped his lips as he felt how wet you were for him.
"fuck," he groaned, pulling his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with a satisfaction that sent shivers through your entire body. his cock strained against his pants, the bulge pressing hard against you, reminding you what was coming next. "and kai," he continued, his voice dripping with that same twisted smirk, "you hated how he made you swallow his cum, didnât you? because it tasted gross." he was revealing things no one should know, secrets you had buried deep. you squirmed beneath him, your mind reeling. how did he know these intimate details? things you never told anyone, not even your closest friends. his hand slid back between your legs, his fingers teasing your clit, rubbing slow circles as you struggled to stay in control. "but here you are," he murmured, his voice low, full of twisted satisfaction, "so fucking wet for me." "you pervert," you spat, but your voice lacked the bite you wanted it to have. your body was betraying you, responding to his touch even as your mind screamed that this was wrong. "were you listening in on me? when i was talking to yuna?" the memories of those conversations, those private confessions you had shared with your friend, rushed back to you. the thought of him listening in, lurking, sent a wave of nausea through you.
jungwonâs smirk grew darker, more twisted. "every word," he whispered, his fingers working your clit faster, his voice laced with a sick satisfaction. "while you thought you were alone, spilling your secrets to yuna, i was right there. hearing everything."
his free hand came down on your breasts, slapping them just enough to make them bounce, before gripping one firmly, his tongue licking his lips sinfully. he was savoring every reaction, every shudder of your body beneath him. "but i bet you're dying to know how." jungwonâs voice was low, teasing, as he toyed with you, his fingers slipping inside you again, deeper this time. your slick coated his knuckles as he pumped in and out, your body betraying you completely. "how?" you whispered, your breath shaky, barely able to form the words. the pressure between your legs was building, each stroke pushing you closer to the edge despite the horror of what he was saying. without warning, jungwon pulled away, leaving you gasping for breath, your body trembling with need. he stood up, quickly tugging his shirt off, revealing his toned chest. your eyes followed the movement.
you sat up slightly, your eyes locked on his body. "just tell me how?" you asked again, more urgently this time. "does it really matter?" he growled, his breath hot against your ear. his body pressed down on yours, heavy and dominant, as he rocked his hips against you, letting you feel the full hardness of his cock through his pants. "youâre here, pussy dripping," jungwon's voice was dripping with twisted satisfaction, his eyes gleaming with something darker, more manic, as he watched you squirm beneath him. "about to fuck your stepbrother." his words hung in the air like a confession, dark and sinister, and you realizedâhe had been watching you, listening, lurking in the shadows for far longer than you ever could have imagined. jungwon moved, pushing off the bed to stand for a brief second before he settled back down, lying flat against the mattress. his eyes, dark and unrelenting, never left yours, watching every breath, every flicker of hesitation that crossed your face. the weight of his gaze felt like a physical force, pinning you in place.
"come here," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous, his lips curling into a smirk that sent a shiver down your spine. his head rested against the pillow, one hand lazily trailing down his chest, teasing himself, as if he had all the time in the world. "sit on my face, y/n. maybe then iâll tell you everything." "youâre fucking insane," you spat, your voice trembling slightly as you tried to keep some semblance of control. but even as the words left your mouth, you could feel the heat between your legs, the undeniable ache that had been building ever since his hands had been on you. jungwon didnât flinch. if anything, his smirk deepened, that dark amusement dancing in his eyes. "maybe," he admitted, his tone almost casual, like he was discussing the weather. "but iâm a man of my word. iâm not going to let you get all wet like this and not take responsibility for it."
his voice dropped lower, more commanding, as his hand slid lower, trailing down to his pants, his fingers teasing the waistband. "or would you rather stop this now?" he challenged, his eyes locked on yours, daring you to make the choice. "because iâll stop if you want me to." you sat frozen, your mind screaming at you to walk away, to leave before it was too late, but your body⌠your body wanted something else. your pulse quickened, heat pooling low in your stomach as jungwonâs eyes stayed fixed on yours, waiting, anticipating. "come on, y/n," jungwon whispered, his voice taking on that seductive edge, his body shifting, as if inviting you in. "you know you donât want this to stop." he licked his lips, his tongue flicking out slowly, teasingly. "you want it. just admit it." "youâre such a fucking asshole," you muttered, your voice low, barely above a whisper, but your legs were already moving, your body acting before your mind could catch up.
jungwonâs smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he watched you, his hands sliding up to rest on your thighs as you straddled him, your body trembling with anticipation. "yeah?" he murmured, his voice rough and thick with desire. "but iâm your fucking asshole, arenât i?" the second you settled over him, hovering just above his face, jungwonâs hands tightened on your thighs, pulling you down slowly, his breath hot against your core. "thatâs it," he whispered, his voice low and dark, sending a thrill through you. "youâre gonna ride my face, and iâll tell you everything you want to know." you hesitated for just a second, the last flicker of doubt crossing your mind, but then his tongue flicked out, teasing the edge of your folds, and the hesitation melted away in an instant. your head fell back, a soft gasp escaping your lips as the heat of his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through your body. "fuck," you whispered, your fingers curling into his soft hair as jungwonâs tongue slid between your folds, teasing and tasting you. flicking your clit, tracing circles on it. his grip on your thighs tightened, holding you firmly in place as he licked deeper, groaning softly against your skin. your body trembled, every nerve on fire as jungwon worked you with expert precision, his tongue moving in slow, then picking up. the intensity of it allâthe heat, the sensation, the controlâwas overwhelming, consuming you completely. and just when you thought you couldnât take any more, jungwon pulled back slightly, his breath hot against your core as he whispered, "you taste fucking perfect."
your breath hitched, your heart racing in your chest as his words sank in, sending a fresh wave of heat crashing through you. his tongue returned with renewed intensity, his hands gripping your thighs tighter, pulling you down harder against his face, making it impossible to think, impossible to breathe. he was relentless, and you were lost. "tell me," you gasped, your voice shaky, barely holding together as his tongue worked you over and over again. "tell me everything." jungwon groaned against you, the vibration sending shockwaves through your body as he looked up at you, his eyes dark, filled with something dangerous, something wild. "after i make you cum, baby," he whispered, his voice low and rough, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you even closer. "then i'll tell you everything." and you knew, as the pleasure built higher and higher, that you were too far gone to stop now. "shit," jungwon moaned against your pussy, his voice thick with desperation, his eyes rolling back as if he were lost in the taste of you. the sound of him, so consumed by you, had you throwing your head back, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.
"finally," he groaned, barely pulling away to speak, his lips brushing against your swollen folds, "you let me eat your pussy." his words were raw, dripping with satisfaction, but there was an edge to them, something darker, something possessive. his gaze flickered up to meet yours for a split second, a twisted smirk pulling at his lips. "but jay never got a chance to try, did he?" he added, his tone mocking, taunting. it was like he was relishing in the thought of jay being left out, being second to him. the mention of jay made your stomach twist with guilt, but before you could respond, jungwon's mouth moved lower, his tongue tracing a slick path that had you gasping.
you jerked as his tongue flicked over your puckered hole, the sensation sudden, intense, making your entire body tense on top of him. jungwon's moans vibrated against your skin, deep and primal, as he prodded his tongue against your tight hole. it was overwhelmingâeverything about him, the way he touched you, the way he tasted you, his hunger for you. "youâve never let anyone fuck your ass, have you?" his voice was a low growl, filled with smug satisfaction as he pulled back just enough to look up at you. his eyes gleamed with dark desire, and the way he said itâit was like a promise, a claim. he had already decided what he wanted, and he wasnât asking for permission. "but youâre gonna let me, arenât you?" his voice was manic, dripping with that same twisted hunger, unable to move, unable to think. his hand gripped your hip tightly as his tongue slid back over your hole, teasing you again, the sensation sending shockwaves through your body. you couldnât stop trembling, the mix of shock and heat building inside you, spiraling out of control. "i bet teddy didnât feel half of what iâm feeling right now. the way youâre grinding on me, using me, just like you used to use himâexcept i can make you come for real." what? jungwon's voice was dark, teasing, but you could barely process his words, too busy trembling from the way his tongue continued to lick and lap at your soaked pussy.
"iâm gonna take every fucking part of you," he growled, his tongue swirling around your asshole before sliding back up to your pussy. "fuck every single one of your holes and fill it with my cum," he continued, his words thick with lust, his voice dark and commanding. "youâd like that, wouldnât you?" a moan ripped from your throat, raw and uncontrollable, and before you could even process it, his palm came down hard against your ass, the sting sharp and immediate. the force of it made your muscles clench, and your whole body jerked forward. you could feel his grip tighten on your ass, spreading you even more as he leaned in again, licking a slow, deliberate path from your asshole to your pussy, leaving you gasping for air. "fuck, jungwonâ" you struggled, trying to move, to regain some kind of control, but he was too strong. he pulled away from your pussy suddenly, replacing his tongue with the brutal force of his fingers, thrusting into you hard and fast.
the obscene sound of your wetness filled the room, mixing with your ragged breaths and the slap of his hand on your thigh. your legs shook, barely able to keep up with the intensity building inside you. "i know you can fucking squirt," jungwon hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes wild with lust. his jaw was slack, and his expression was hungry, like he was devouring every reaction you gave him. "come on," he growled, his fingers pumping deeper, harder. "fucking squirt all over me." your body couldnât hold back any longer. you exploded, squirting in violent, uncontrollable bursts, your juices splashing against his chest, down his neck, his face. jungwon didnât flinchâif anything, he groaned, deep and guttural, as he licked up every drop, his tongue greedy, relentless. "f-fuck, stop," you whimpered, your body trembling uncontrollably as waves of overstimulation crashed over you. your vision blurred, your muscles weak as you tried to crawl away, desperate for a break, for some relief. but jungwon wasnât about to let you go. his hand shot out, gripping your ankle, yanking you back. "where do you think you're going?" he growled, a crazed look in his eyes as he towered over you. his hand moved to his pants, pulling his cock free, and the sight of itâhard, thick, drippingâsent another wave of heat coursing through your body. he stroked himself slowly, pre-cum leaking from the tip, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that sent shivers through your entire body. his grip tightened on your hair, keeping you in place, the raw obsession in his gaze making your breath hitch.
"look at me," jungwon demanded, his hand forced your head up, and your eyes immediately fell on the sight of him stroking his cock, thick and hard right in front of your face. "you see this?" he hissed, his breath shaky, almost unhinged. "you fucking did this to me." "youâre going to take every fucking inch of me," he growled, his eyes burning with hunger as he leaned closer, his cock brushing your lips, daring you. "you hear that?" your lips parted unconsciously, your tongue flicking out to wet them, and jungwon noticed immediately, a wicked smirk twisting at the corners of his mouth. "thatâs itâŚ" he groaned, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. "you want it, donât you?" you didnât answer. you couldnât. your mind was swirling, caught between the reality of how far things had gone and the way your body responded to his touch, to his words. "open up," he commanded, his voice steady, his gaze never wavering. "i want to feel that pretty little mouth wrapped around me while you fucking choke on it."
the words sent a shiver down your spine. he was watching you closely, waiting, his fingers still tight in your hair as he pressed his cock to your lips again, pushing against them, demanding more. he didnât wait for you to respond, his hand pushing your head down as he slid his cock into your mouth without hesitation. you barely had time to process the size of him, thick and overwhelming, as he filled your mouth completely. your hands shot up, instinctively gripping his thighs, but jungwon didnât slow down. he was relentless, thrusting into your mouth harder, faster, giving you no time to adjust. you gagged, struggling to take him, your eyes watering as he pushed deeper, but jungwonâs grip only tightened, holding you in place as he groaned low in his throat, lost in the sensation. "thatâs it, fucking choke on it," he snarled, his voice dripping with filthy satisfaction. "you wanted this, didnât you?" you couldnât answer, couldnât even breathe as his cock hit the back of your throat, choking you. your hands pressed against his thighs, trying to push him back, but he didnât relent. his hips bucked against your mouth, forcing you to take more of him, his voice harsh, possessive. "youâre gonna take all of me," he growled, his eyes wild as he watched you struggle beneath him, his fingers digging into your scalp. "you think iâm gonna stop now? after all this? after everything youâve done to me?" his voice cracked with intensity, his obsession bubbling over, too much to contain.
your tears mixed with spit, dripping down your chin as he fucked your mouth with ruthless abandon, his groans filling the air, echoing off the walls. "you look like such a fucking mess," he taunted, his voice thick with lust, but there was something more underneath, something twisted and broken. "drooling all over my cock like the slut you are." his words hit you like a blow, raw and degrading, but there was no denying the way your body reacted, the way your core tightened with every filthy insult, with every thrust that left you gasping for air. "you canât even take half of me," he groaned, his cock stretching your mouth painfully, but there was no room to stop, no room to even breathe. "but youâll fucking learn. youâll learn how to take every inch of me." his thrusts became more erratic, more desperate, and the sounds of your gagging only seemed to fuel him further. "iâm gonna make you my fucking whore," jungwon growled, his words filled with possessiveness, his hand gripping your hair tighter, forcing you to take him deeper until you thought you might pass out from lack of air. and then, just when you thought he couldnât push further, he pulled out suddenly, leaving you gasping for breath, your throat burning, your body trembling. your lips were swollen, wet, as you tried to steady yourself, but jungwon didnât give you a chance to recover. he leaned down down to cage you between his arms, his bare chest pressed against yours, the heat of his body overwhelming, suffocating. his breath ghosted over your ear, âyouâre mine,â he growled, his fingers digging into your hips, pinning you beneath him. âand you fucking know it. tell me how much you want it.â
your mind was spinning, your body reacting instinctively, âi want it, jungwon. i want you.â a smirk curled on his lips, his dark eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction, he completely had you. âfucking filthy for me,â he murmured, voice low and tainted with pride. âand i havenât even started yet.â âyou think jay or any of those other idiots came even close?" his lips brushed your ear, and he spoke again, darker this time. "iâm gonna fuck you so good, youâll forget every single one of them. my cockâs the only one youâll ever need." and then, he pushed inside, the stretch brutal, tearing a gasp from your throat. the sensation was overwhelming, too much, but it was exactly what you craved. your body arched beneath him, caught between the overwhelming pleasure and the creeping horror as his words sunk in. he had been watching. always watching.
"iâve seen it all, and it's so much better than just sitting in front of my screen every night, getting myself off," jungwon muttered, his voice low, dripping with satisfaction. "every fucking time you let them touch you. every single moment you thought you were aloneâi was watching." screen? your breath hitched, panic rising in your chest as the pieces began to fall into place. âyou... what the fuckâhow?â you gasped, horror flooding through you as the reality of what he said hit. âyou were watching me?â jungwonâs pace never faltered, each thrust brutal and relentless. he locked eyes with you, dark and unapologetic. âyeah,â he sneered. âyou didnât think iâd let those assholes have you without making sure they werenât fucking you up, did you? i had to make sure they didnât hurt you. had to make sure you stayed mine.â "you had a fucking camera?" your voice cracked, the disbelief seeping into every word as the air between you turned suffocating.
he grinned darkly, eyes glinting with a manic edge. âyeah, i had a camera. more than one.â your heart pounded against your chest, anger and fear warring inside you. you tried to push him off, but your body, treacherous and betraying, moved with his rhythm. "jungwon, thatâs... sick," you hissed, your voice trembling, but it didnât stop your body from arching into him, from clenching around him as his thrusts became even more punishing. his hand shot up, gripping your jaw, forcing you to look into his eyes. "shut up," he growled, his face inches from yours, "you donât get it, do you? i didnât fucking care about them. i did this for you. no one else could touch you like this. no one else deserves you." your hands pressed against his chest, trying to fight back, but every thrust had you gasping for air, your thoughts blurring in the haze of pleasure and disgust. âyouâre fucking sick, jungwon,â you managed to choke out.
he leaned in closer, his lips ghosting over your ear, a dark chuckle slipping from his lips. âyeah? iâm sick?â he sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance. âthen why are you so fucking wet for me? you didnât stop fucking against me, even after everything.â his words were twisted, taunting, but you couldnât deny it. the shame twisted inside you, mixing with the pleasure coursing through your veins. "fuck off," you spat, but your voice lacked conviction, your body betraying the truth of what you were feeling. jungwon grinned, pulling back slightly to look down at you, his eyes gleaming with that same dark satisfaction. âyou think i donât know what you do when youâre alone?â he whispered, his voice low and mocking. âyou think i didnât see the way you fucked that teddy bear i got you, grinding against it like a desperate little slut, rubbing yourself raw until you came?â your stomach dropped, humiliation crashing over you in waves as the truth sank in. so that's what he meant earlier, the words flying by because you were too lost in pleasure, fuck, he'd really seen everything. you recall his words. "i bet teddy didnât feel half of what iâm feeling right now. the way youâre grinding on me, using me, just like you used to use himâexcept i can make you come for real." "you... youâre disgusting," you stammered, the shame burning through your skin, but jungwon wasnât fazed. he continued to fuck you, his hand reaching down to rub circles against your clit. but you slap his hand away, and he just smirks.
âyeah, maybe i am,â he groaned, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he pounded into you harder, drowning in the feeling of your tight, trembling walls wrapped around him. âbut youâre mine. and you fucking love it.â his hand slid down to your throat, his fingers tightening just enough to make your breath hitch, his smirk widening as he saw the effect it had on you. âyouâre never going to need anyone else. just me. say it.â you could barely breathe, let alone think, but even now, through the haze of pleasure and disgust, you couldnât help but fight back. âi⌠i hate youâ" âwrong fucking answer,â he snarled, his grip on your throat tightening as his hips snapped forward brutally, each thrust shaking you, pushing you deeper into the bed. the sheets tangled beneath you as you gasped for air, every brutal stroke tearing another cry from your lips. âtry again. you fucking love this.â despite the storm of emotions flooding your mindâdisgust, anger, shameâthere was no denying it. the way his cock dragged against your walls, the way your body reacted to his dominance, had you screaming his name, it was sick and twisted, but it was true.
"didnât you say you love me?" jungwon taunted, full of arrogance as he tightened his grip around your throat. the force of his thrusts had you bouncing against the mattress. âwasnât that what you said?â you couldnât breathe, couldnât think, your body shaking as he pounded into you without mercy. all you could do was grip his arms tighter, pulling him closer, needing more despite the war raging inside you. "answer me," he growled, slamming into you harder, his hips grinding against you as his cock dragged in and out, each thrust more obscene than the last. "didnât you say you fucking love me?" you tried to speak, but the pressure on your throat made it impossible to get the words out. your breath hitched, your vision blurring as his hand squeezed tighter. finally, you managed to whisper, your voice shaky and broken. âyouâre my brother... of course, iâI doââ jungwonâs eyes lit up with a twisted, possessive fire. his grip tightened even more as he watched you, you were breaking, and he loved it. "you're mine," he growled, the intensity in his voice sending another wave of heat through you. "say it." "iâm yours," you gasped, the words spilling out of you, tears streaming down your cheeks as the weight of everything crashed into you. it was true. you were his, and no matter how hard you fought it, there was no escaping it, not anymore when he was balls deep in you giving you pleasure you'd only dreamed of.
that wicked, satisfied grin spreading across his face as he leaned in, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip hard enough to make you wince. the pain mixed with pleasure, sending a shiver down your spine, your moans turning into broken sobs as he fucked you deeper into the mattress. âfuckââ you gasped, barely able to get the word out before he was thrusting into you again, harder, faster, his hips grinding against yours as if he was trying to bury himself deeper, trying to own every inch of you. and maybe he already had. no, he did. he completely owned you. âshit,â jungwon growled, his breath hot and ragged as he pounded into you, the sound of his hips slamming against yours filling the room. your entire body convulsed, the stretch of him deep inside you was overwhelming, but your body refused to let him go. your walls clenched around him, desperate to keep him there, desperate to feel more of him. âfuck,â you sobbed, nails digging into his back, trying to hold on, but it was no use. he had you completely, and he knew it. "jungwon, i canâtâ youâre gonna break meâ"
"yes, you can," he snarled, his lips hovering just over yours, his voice dripping with possession. he thrust harder, deeper, making you scream as he pushed past every limit. âyou fucking can. iâm not stopping until youâre ruined for anyone else." the sheer force of his words, the raw need in his voice, sent a jolt of heat through you, making your head spin. your moans turned into broken sobs, your body shaking uncontrollably beneath him as he drove into you mercilessly, taking you apart piece by piece. you were addicted to him. you came again, violently, your entire body trembling as your release gushed over his cock. your orgasm hit you like a wave, crashing down and leaving you gasping for breath, your mind going blank as everything else faded away. jungwon let out a deep, desperate groan, his body shuddering as he felt you clench around him. âfuck,â he hissed through clenched teeth, his voice thick with crazed lust as he gripped your hips even tighter, bruising your skin. "your fucking pussyâgod, itâs perfect. youâre fucking perfect." "you know, i fucking hated jay for touching you," jungwon growled, his pace becoming even more brutal not stopping even if your pussy was already dripping all over the sheets. "letting him fuck you like that. making him cum inside you? is that what you wanted, huh?" his fingers thread through your hair, keeping you pinned down as he licked long stripes up your neck again, obsessed with the way your sweat tasted. âyou wanna be a fucking cum dumpster? that what you like? letting them fill you up just so i could fucking watch?"
you whimpered, shaking your head, but your body was betraying you, reacting to his words, to the way he was fucking you. "donât fucking lie," he spat, his eyes burning with obsession as he pulled back to look at you. "you liked putting on a show for me, didnât you? i almost think you were doing it on purpose.â âjungwon, no, Iââ you tried to protest, your voice trembling, but the pleasure was too intense, every thrust from him stealing the words from your mouth. âletting me watch you get ruined, just so i could want you more,â he sneered. âyouâre fucking mine now,â he growled, his voice low and dark, each word dripping with madness. âand iâm gonna make sure jay fucking sees it.â your heart dropped, panic surging through you. âno, jungwonâhe canât,â you gasped, your body trembling as the realization of what he was saying crashed over you. the thought of jay finding out, of seeing you like this, was too much. âhe canât knowâ" jungwonâs chuckled, "oh, so you want to keep this secret? keep fucking your stepbrother behind his back?" he taunted, his voice cruel, mocking, as he drove himself deeper into you. you choked on a sob, trying to push him away, "jungwon, pleaseâ" you begged, your voice breaking, but he wasnât listening. âwhatâs the matter?â he taunts, his breath hot against your skin. âscared of what jay would think? scared of what heâd do if he knew you were getting fucked by your stepbrother?â
his grip on your jaw tightened, forcing you to look at him, his eyes wild with obsession. âyou donât get to hide from this,â he growled, his voice low and possessive. âyouâre mine, and i want everyone to fucking know it.â
you could barely speak, your voice cracking as you pleaded with him. âplease, jungwonâhe canât find outââ for a moment, he seemed to hesitate, his pace slowing just enough to let you catch your breath, the pressure easing. but then, without warning, he flipped you over, pushing you onto your hands and knees. your arms shook as you tried to hold yourself up, but your body was trembling, weak from everything heâd already done to you. before you could brace yourself, his hand came down hard on your ass, the sharp sting making you yelp, your body jerking forward. the sheets twisted beneath you as you struggled to hold yourself up, but jungwon wasnât giving you any time to recover. âyouâre gonna fucking take it,â he growled, his voice thick with lust as he lined himself up behind you before roughly facing you to face the foot of your bed. âand youâre gonna scream my name so loud, jay will fucking hear it.â "keep it together," jungwon growled, his hand coming down on your ass again, the sharp slap forcing a yelp from your throat. this time, the sting was harsher, your body jolting under the weight of his dominance. "i'm not fucking done with you." you whimpered, your arms weak, trembling as you tried to push yourself up, but it was useless. your limbs felt like jelly, barely able to hold you together as he lined himself up behind you again. your heart pounded, fear and anticipation swirling in your gut as he slammed into you without warning, driving deep, the angle sending a shock through your entire body. "fuck," you gasped, your back arching involuntarily as he filled you, the stretch almost unbearable. your hands scrambled to grab the sheets, but every thrust made you lose control, your body collapsing beneath him as he continued, merciless. "arch your back," he snarled, gripping your hips and yanking you into position. even as you shook your head, gasping for air, his hold was unyielding, bending you exactly how he wanted. âi canâtââ you choked out, tears streaming down your face as the pleasure and pain intertwined, his cock hitting places that had you seeing stars. "it's too muchâ"
"yes, you fucking can," he hissed, his fingers digging into your skin, leaving marks. "iâm not stopping until you canât take anyone else. until i ruin you for anyone." every word hit like a blow, sending you spiraling, your body teetering on the edge as he pounded into you harder, deeper. you sobbed, your mind a haze of pleasure and panic. your body was betraying you, responding to him, clenching around him like it needed this, needed him, despite the fear gnawing at your insides. and then he leaned forward, his chest pressing against your back, his breath hot against your neck as he yanked your head back into a kiss. the kiss was desperate, messy, full of raw hunger. his tongue flicked against yours, and you couldnât even respond, couldnât do anything but whimper as his weight crushed you, trapping you beneath him. the position made it harder to breathe, your neck straining, and the angle made every thrust hit deeper, driving you closer to the edge, closer to losing yourself completely. your eyes fluttered shut, your mind trying to escape, but then jungwonâs voice snapped you back. âlook.â
you couldnât. you were too lost, too overwhelmed, your moans spilling out uncontrollably as he kept slamming into you. but he wasnât giving you a choice. his hand gripped your jaw, forcing your head up, and he growled, "open your eyes." you blinked through the haze, confused and trembling. and then you saw itâyour teddy bear, sitting on the dresser, its black, unfeeling eyes staring back at you. at first, it didnât register. what the fuck was he doing? jungwon chuckled darkly behind you, his breath hot against your neck. "say hi," he whispered, amusement dripping from his voice, sending a chill down your spine. "say hi?" you repeated, confusion cutting through the fog of pleasure. your voice was broken, barely audible. "i don'tâ" âsmile for the camera,â he taunted, his tone turning cruel, dark amusement coloring every word. âcome on, he's watching.â your stomach dropped, horror twisting inside you like a knife. jay was watching this?
you moaned, but not from pleasureâthis time, it was from sheer humiliation. the sound ripped from your throat as your eyes locked onto the faint red blinking light in the teddy bear's eyes. panic surged through you, icy and cold, the realization hitting you like a truck. jay was watching. live. the toy that had been a source of comfort for you, the one you used to hold onto during sleepless nights, had been turned into something twisted, something ugly. you became hysterical, your body trembling uncontrollably beneath jungwonâs relentless thrusts. "no, no, no," you sobbed, your voice breaking as the tears streamed down your face. but there was no escape. your mind was spiraling, torn between disgust, shame, and the unbearable sensation of jungwon still fucking you, not letting up. "what's wrong?" jungwonâs voice was low, mocking, dripping with sick amusement as he slowed his thrusts just enough to make you feel every inch of him. "you donât wanna tell jay how good i'm fucking you?" your body betrayed you, clenching around him, even as the tears kept falling, even as the humiliation consumed you. you couldnât stop it. you couldnât fight back. jungwonâs hand clamped over your mouth, muffling your sobs as he pounded into you harder, more ruthless, more relentless. the weight of everything crashed down on youâjay was watching, seeing you like this. you wouldnât be able to face him ever again. the shame burned deep inside you, twisting, making you feel even more exposed, even more ruined.
âopen your eyes,â jungwon demanded, his voice rough, filled with dominance, and your eyes snapped open out of reflex. you couldnât help it. your gaze flickered back to the teddy bear, the red light still blinking, and the full realization of what was happening hit you like a tidal wave. jay was watching you get fucked, wrecked by your stepbrother. and just as jungwon thrust deeper, you felt itâyour body giving in, pleasure and pain mixing until you couldnât tell the difference. your muffled screams were drowned out by the sound of skin slapping against skin, your body trembling as you clung to the sheets, unable to stop yourself from falling apart. you hated how much your body responded to him, hated how much you needed it, how much you needed him, even as your mind screamed at you to stop. but it was too late. you were already his, and jay was watching. and jungwon wasnât going to stop until you both knew it. your body betrayed you, clenching tighter around him even as more tears spilled down your cheeks, sobs wracking your chest. you couldnât process itâthe mix of shame, horror, and pleasure tangling into something you couldnât escape. jay was watching you. seeing you like this. jungwon wasnât stopping. his hand clamped down over your mouth, muffling your cries as he kept pounding into you, relentless. mind drowning in the flood of emotions crashing over youâhumiliation, lust, guilt. how could jay be seeing this? wasnât he supposed to be away? "youâre lying!" you tried to scream, but jungwonâs hand silenced you, your body jerking with each thrust. the teddy bear, the once comforting presence, was now an unfeeling witness to your destruction, its cold eyes staring blankly as jungwon wrecked you.
you squeezed your eyes shut, desperate to escape it all, but it only made the emotions stronger. if jay was really watching this, if he saw you like this, youâd never be able to face him again. the thought burned inside you, making you feel even more exposed, more ruined. "open your fucking eyes," jungwon demanded, his voice dark with control, and your eyes snapped open on instinct. there it was againâthe teddy bear. that damned blinking light, red and cruel, blinking like it was mocking you. and just as jungwon drove deeper, your eyes rolled back, moans slipping from your lips, your body betraying every bit of shame and fear as he kept you pinned, fucking you harder than before. "i even got him a present," jungwon grunted, his voice tight, on the edge, his pace turning erratic, desperate. "but i donât think heâll want them anymore." your mind shattered under the way he was fucking you. humiliation melted into something raw, something addictive. fuckâthis was too good. jungwon fucking you like this was too fucking good. the way he wanted you, the way he claimed youâyou were gone. completely. your body shook violently beneath him, each thrust pushing you deeper into a haze of pure need. you couldnât think straight, couldnât hold onto anything except the brutal pace of him inside you, each thrust wrecking you in ways you never thought possible. words slipped from your mouth before you could stop them.
"jay⌠i'm sorry," you gasped, voice ragged and desperate, barely able to breathe between each word.
jungwon's grip on your throat tightened, his lips curling into a wicked smirk. "sorry? don't fucking apologize," he growled, pulling your face closer to his. "tell him the truth. tell him how good iâm fucking you." âi canâtââ you whimpered, voice barely above a whisper, your body betraying you as you moaned against his hand, your legs quaking as another wave of pleasure hit you. âyes, you can,â jungwon hissed in your ear, his voice low and dangerous, filled with twisted satisfaction. "tell him how good iâm fucking you. tell him who really owns you now." jungwonâs grip tightened, forcing your eyes back to the teddy bear, the blinking red light that reminded you of the truth. "heâs watching, baby," jungwon whispered, his lips brushing against your ear as his hips snapped against yours. "watching you fall apart for me. watching me wreck your pretty little pussy. doesnât it feel good? doesnât it feel right?"
every thrust, every degrading word spilling from jungwonâs lipsâhe was right. you fucking loved it. "tell him," jungwon coaxed, his voice soft now, almost soothing as his hand slid down your body, his fingers circling your clit. "tell him how much you love it." "jay," you sobbed, your voice ragged, trembling. "i⌠iâfuck, i love it." the words slipped out before you could stop them, your body arching beneath jungwon, completely surrendering. jungwonâs grin widened, his satisfaction palpable as he fucked you harder, his fingers working faster on your clit, driving you to the brink. "good girl," he whispered, his voice dripping with approval. "now tell him you're mine. tell him who really owns you." "iâm yours," you choked out, your voice breaking as the words left your lips. "iâm yours, jungwon." his thrusts grew erratic, desperate, and you felt him twitch inside you, his breathing ragged as he chased his release. "thatâs right," he growled, his voice thick with possessiveness. "you're mine. and now jay knows it too." he had you folded, knees pressed tight against your chest, your back arching painfully as jungwon forced your head up, making you watch, making you feel every single second of it.
there was no escaping it now. not the humiliation. not the pleasure. everything was crashing over you, overwhelming, and there was no way out. you were a wreckâdrool slipping from your parted lips, your tongue poking out as moans poured from your mouth, completely uncontrollable. âfuck, fuck, fuck!â you screamed, the sound raw, desperate, like you were on the verge of breaking apart entirely. âyessss,â you dragged out, your jaw slack, body trembling, utterly destroyed beneath him. jungwon wasnât any better, his face buried in your neck, his breath erratic and hot against your skin as he lost himself inside of you. his moans grew louder, sloppier, his entire body shaking with the effort of holding on just a little longer. he was completely gone, fucking feral, groaning into your skin as he slammed into you, harder, deeper, like he needed to ruin youâlike nothing else mattered except the sound of your body breaking under him. "iâm gonna come inside you,â he groaned, his voice hoarse, broken, like he was barely holding on. âfill you up so good, no one else will ever fucking compare. youâre mine." "please," you whimpered, your voice trembling, on the edge, barely able to form words. "fuck, come inside me. ruin me, i need itâi need you to." your begging shattered him, ripped away whatever restraint he had left. with one final brutal thrust, jungwon buried himself deep inside you, his whole body seizing, shuddering violently as he came.
you felt itâhot, thick, pouring into you, the heat filling every inch of your body as he groaned your name, his face twisted in pure, animalistic pleasure.
your last orgasm slammed into youâoverwhelming, all-consuming. your vision blurred, your mouth open in a scream you barely recognized as your own, your mind blank as pleasure ravaged you, wave after violent wave. "fuck!" you cried out, voice raw, completely wrecked, as your body convulsed under him. your legs trembled, your breath coming in broken gasps as jungwon stayed pressed against you, his body just as wrecked as yours, both of you caught in the intensity of it all. he collapsed on top of you, breath hot, panting harshly in your ear, but neither of you moved. neither of you could. you were both completely spent, bodies locked together, tangled in the aftermath of what just happened. but even as the pleasure faded, your body still craved him. even as reality crashed back, the weight of what youâd done hung heavy. you gave in to him. completely. utterly. your fucking stepbrother. when he finally pulled out, you felt itâhis cum leaking out of you, dripping down your thighs, pooling on the ruined sheets beneath you. but jungwon wasnât done. not yet. his grip didnât loosen. instead, he grabbed your jaw, forcing your face up, turning you toward the camera. his lips brushed against your cheek, pressing a mocking kiss there, eyes never leaving the lens. you were fucked out, barely conscious, eyes glazed and half-lidded, a ruined mess under him. and thatâs exactly what jungwon wanted.
he wanted jay to see everything. but jungwon wasnât done. he grabbed your wrist, lifting it with ease, forcing your limp hand into a wave. the gesture was slow, deliberate, mocking as he waved it toward the blinking red light in the teddy bearâs eyes. jungwon chuckled softly, watching as your eyes fluttered closed, your head lolling to the side. you were passed out, completely ruined, your body limp beneath him, and yet, even in your unconscious state, he still had control. âthatâs right,â he whispered, his voice barely audible, dark satisfaction rolling off him in waves as he gently lowered your hand, brushing a thumb over your wrist like it was some twisted act of affection. âno coming back now.â he leaned back, his eyes locked on your ruined form, and for a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of his ragged breath. everything had fallen apart, and yet for jungwon, this was everything. this was what he wanted. to have you like thisâto show jay, to show you both, that there was no escaping him. he smirked, glancing back at the camera, his eyes glinting with that same sick satisfaction. âhope you enjoyed the show,â he muttered under his breath, mocking, taunting, before finally pulling away from your limp body. because there was no coming back from this. not for you. not for jay.
jay entered the house quietly, a smile tugging at his lips. everything jungwon had told him was perfectly set in placeâyou supposedly asleep, the surprise heâd planned all ready to go. theyâd planned this days ago, jungwon kept complaining about how sad you were, how much you missed jay. so jay had left early, closing out everything he needed to just to make you happy. jungwon had assured him heâd be out with jake and sunghoon to give you both privacy, and heâd even asked jay to shut down his computer. jungwon didnât want you pestering him about the bill, and jay, being the kind of guy he was, had agreed. he trusted jungwon. loved him like a brother. but as jay moved through the house, he noticed somethingâthe faint sound of movement coming from your room. he paused, heart racing a little faster, not wanting to be caught just yet. he wanted the surprise to be perfect. he slipped into jungwonâs room quietly, careful not to make any noise. the desk sat in front of him, the soft glow of the screen catching his eye. then he saw it.
jayâs heart dropped, his smile fading, replaced by a wave of confusion, then horror. on the screen was a live feed of your roomâjungwon fucking you relentlessly, his hand clamped over your mouth, muffling your sobs. your face was streaked with tears, your body shaking from the intensity of his thrusts. jay froze. the bouquet of flowers he had been holding slipped from his grasp, hitting the floor softly, forgotten. his mind was a whirlwind of emotionsâanger, betrayal, disgustâall fighting for control. he wanted to move, wanted to storm into that room and tear jungwon off you. but he didnât. he couldnât. his feet were glued to the floor as he stared at the screen, his heart shattering with each passing second. âopen your fucking eyes,â jungwonâs voice snarled through the speakers, low and demanding. jay watched as your eyes snapped open, locking onto something out of frame. the pain in your eyes was clear at first, but then, as jungwon slammed into you harder, deeper, something shifted. your eyes rolled back, your body arching beneath him, moans spilling from your lips. you fucking loved it.
jayâs stomach churned. bile rose in his throat as the realization hit him like a sledgehammer. this wasnât just some accident. this wasnât some mistake. you wanted this. you wanted him. jungwon. your fucking stepbrother. the betrayal was suffocating. youâhis girlfriend, the person he thought he knew inside and outâwere being wrecked by someone he considered family. jungwon, the brother he trusted, was fucking you, and you were falling apart beneath him. how long had this been going on? how many times had you let him touch you like this? fuck you like this? jayâs eyes flickered to the keyboard. there they wereâyour panties. his favorite. stained with jungwonâs dried cum. disgust surged through him. his fists clenched at his sides, rage burning beneath his skin. but he couldnât stop watching. he couldnât fucking stop. "i even got him a present," jungwon grunted, his voice strained, breathless. "but i doubt heâll want them anymore." jayâs heart twisted painfully as he realized the truthâthis was all planned. jungwon had set him up. this entire thing was a fucking setup, a game. jayâs vision blurred, his pulse pounding in his ears. jungwonâs hips slammed into you, harder and harder, your body writhing beneath him, begging for more.
you were so lost in the pleasure, moaning and gasping, completely ruinedâand jay could only stand there, watching, as his entire world crumbled. how could you do this? you were sobbing now, crying out jungwonâs name as you begged for him to finish inside you. the sound of your voice, raw and desperate, shattered what was left of jayâs heart. he felt sick. had this been a game to you? had any of it been real? he couldnât tear his eyes away. he hated you. he hated jungwon. but there was something else too. but he kept on watching, he needed to see itâto burn the image into his mind so heâd never forget. so he could walk away from you both forever. and when jungwon reached for your limp wrist, lifting it in a grotesque imitation of a wave. that was the final straw. jay stormed out of the room, the door slamming hard behind him, the sound echoing through the house. the bouquet of flowers lay forgotten on the floor, just like everything else.
you stared at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, water dripping from your body, washing away the remnants of jungwonâs touch. but no matter how much you scrubbed, the feeling of him stayed, clinging to your skin, humming in your veins. and the guiltâit sat in your chest like a weight, suffocating, crushing, making it hard to breathe. you couldnât deny itâyou didnât even want to. you wanted him. you had wanted him for longer than youâd ever been willing to admit, even to yourself. there had always been something between you two, something dark and magnetic, pulling you toward him, something you didnât fully understand. but wanting him came at a price, one you werenât ready to pay. your reflection stared back at you, hollow-eyed, cheeks stained with tears that wouldnât stop falling. jungwonâs hands, his breath, his lipsâthey were all still on you, etched into your skin. it made your stomach twist in knots, a tangle of longing and disgust. how could you want something that felt so wrong? so twisted? but was it really wrong? the two of you werenât even related by blood. you didnât ask for your parents to marry each other, you didnât want any of this. when jungwon stepped into the bathroom, naked, his eyes dark and possessive, you couldnât help the way your pulse quickened. his presence filled the space like a shadow, and you couldnât escape it. didnât want to, really. the tension between you two was suffocating, and yet you craved it. his eyes locked onto yours, something soft flickering beneath the possessiveness, a hint of caution. he didnât wait for an invitationâjust closed the door behind him and stepped toward you, as if he had every right. his gaze stayed on yours, but there was hesitation in the air, uncertainty mixed with that overwhelming pull.
"do you hate me?" his voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. your throat tightened, the words sticking to the back of your throat, almost too heavy to say. "i... i donât hate you," you whispered, your voice shaking. "but i hate myself." he stepped closer, his hand reaching for yours, but you flinched, pulling back, creating space between you that you didnât really want. you ached for him, craved his touch, but the shame was too much. it felt wrong. he felt wrong. and then jay... jay didnât deserve any of this. and from the look on your face, jungwon knew exactly who you were thinking about. his jaw clenched, his expression hardening slightly, but his voice stayed soft, coaxing. "forget about him," he murmured, leaning in close enough that his forehead brushed against yours. his breath was warm, his presence overwhelming. "he doesnât matter." you shook your head, a sob catching in your throat. "he does matter. he trusted me, jungwon. he didnât deserve this. how do i even look him in the eye again? i destroyed him." "i canâtâ" your voice cracked, the guilt too heavy, threatening to drown you. "i need to talk to him. i need to make things right." jungwonâs fingers tightened around your wrist, his grip firm, possessive. his face hardened. "donât," he said sharply, his voice taking on an edge. "heâll only hurt you. heâll say things thatâll tear you apart. iâm not letting you do that to yourself." "i canât just pretend this didnât happen!" your voice wavered, panic rising in your chest. "i work with him, jungwon. how am i supposed to face him? how do i show up?"
"you donât," jungwon replied, his tone softer but still firm. "call in sick for the week. take time off. you donât need to put yourself through that right now." there was that possessiveness again, woven into every word, like he didnât want you anywhere near jay. not now. maybe not ever. "i need work," you mumbled, more to yourself than to him, but the thought of walking into that office, of facing jay after everything, made your stomach churn. "but maybe youâre right..." "i am right," jungwon said, kissing your temple gently, his lips lingering there like a promise. "you donât need to see him. not now." his words were soft, but there was an underlying intensity. and even though the guilt still weighed heavy on your chest, there was something comforting in the way he held you, kissed you, tried to make the weight lighter. "but i canât forgive myself," you whispered, pulling back enough to look him in the eyes. "i canât just forget what i did to him." his gaze softened slightly, a flicker of something close to regret crossing his face. "iâm sorry," he murmured, voice low. "i didnât want to hurt you. but i couldnât stop myself." "i know," you whispered back, feeling the conflict tearing you apart. "but jay didnât deserve this. he didnât deserve to be hurt." "you donât need to see him," jungwon repeated, his tone firm again, his grip tightening just enough to remind you that he wasnât letting you go. "you donât owe him anything."
"itâs not about owing him," you said, trying to explain, but your voice was trembling. "itâs about what i did. i need to make things right." jungwonâs eyes darkened, his jaw clenching. "heâll just hurt you. i wonât let that happen." his tone was final, possessive. you nodded, but your mind was elsewhere, lost in thoughts of jayâof what heâd seen, of how youâd betrayed him. how could you ever face him again? jungwonâs hand cupped your face, his thumb brushing away the tears that had started falling again. "donât break yourself over him," he whispered, pressing his lips to yours, soft, lingering. "i love you." and as he pulled you into his arms, your tears soaking into his skin, the guilt and shame still weighed heavy in your chest. you didnât want to feel this way, didnât want to let jungwon go either. you were trapped between the ache in your heart and the warmth of jungwonâs arms, knowing you couldnât escape either.
"i'm so fucked, won," you whimpered, your voice barely audible, thick with guilt and desperation. jungwonâs hand tightened around you, pulling you closer, his breath warm against your ear. "no, youâre not," he whispered, voice low and soothing, even though his grip was firm, possessive. "youâre mine." you trembled in his arms, your mind spinning with the weight of everything. the shame, the guilt, the way your body still craved his touch despite it all. "how can you say that?" your voice cracked. "iâve destroyed everything. i canâtâ" he cut you off, his lips brushing your temple softly, "you didnât destroy anything. you just did what youâve always wanted. what weâve both wanted." you shook your head, tears slipping down your cheeks again. "but jayâ" "forget him," jungwon growled softly, his tone darkening, fingers digging into your skin. "he doesnât matter anymore. iâm the one whoâs here. iâm the one who wants you, whoâs always wanted you." he tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. "youâre not fucked, y/n. youâre right where you need to be."
after a few days of silence, when things had started to feel somewhat normalâif you could even call it thatâyour phone buzzed with a message. you glanced at it, not expecting anything out of the ordinary. but when you saw the name, your stomach twisted.
jay.
your hands trembled as you unlocked your phone, heart pounding in your chest. the message wasnât what youâd hoped for, though a part of you knew it wouldnât be kind. not after everything you've done.
jay: slacking off because youâre busy fucking your brother? i didnât think youâd let this affect your job.
the words hit you like a slap, cold and sharp. your blood boiled, anger mixing with the shame that had been eating away at you. he didnât understand. he couldnât. this wasnât just about that one night; this was bigger than that, more complicated. but how could he ever see that?
you felt a surge of emotionsâanger, guilt, frustrationârising inside you, clouding your thoughts. maybe you did feel a little mad. mad that jay could reduce everything to something so ugly, so cruel. but also mad that you had no way to make him understand.
without thinking, you started typing back a response, your fingers flying over the keys, not even caring what youâd say at this point.
you: fuck you, jay. you donât know shitâ
but before you could hit send, jungwon was there, his hand grabbing the phone from your grip with a swift, firm motion.
"donât," he said, his voice low, warning. âdonât respond.â
you snapped your head toward him, anger flashing in your eyes. âgive it back,â you demanded, reaching for the phone, but jungwon held it out of your reach, his expression unreadable.
âyou donât need to answer him,â jungwon said, his voice calm, âheâs just trying to get under your skin.â
âwell, it worked,â you spat, your chest heaving with frustration. âhe doesnât understand. heâll never understand.â jungwonâs jaw clenched, and he stepped even closer, his presence overpowering, almost suffocating. "heâll be fine. people get hurt, they get over it. heâll move on, and so will you." his hand reached out, fingers brushing against your cheek, wiping away a tear that slipped down. "you donât owe him anything. not an explanation, not an apology. nothing." you wanted to fight back, to argue with him, but the weight of everything had worn you down. maybe jungwon was right. maybe time would heal it, or at least make it easier to bear. the guilt and shame wouldnât go away overnight, but maybe you could deal with it when the time came. maybe when things werenât so fresh. for now, youâd have to let it go. at least for a little while.
"you donât get it," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "i need to apologize. i need to make things right with him."
"not right now, you donât." jungwonâs fingers curled around your wrist, pulling you closer to him. his voice softened, but there was that possessiveness still lingering in every word. "youâll deal with it when youâre ready. but not now."
you let out a shaky breath, leaning into him, the warmth of his touch soothing the storm of emotions inside you. it was hard to let go of the guilt, but the pull of jungwon was strongerâalways had been. maybe time would heal the wounds, maybe someday youâd be able to face jay. you would apologize to him. one day.
jungwon tilted your chin up, his lips brushing against yours in a soft kiss, one that slowly deepened, and you let yourself melt into it. the warmth of his body, the way his hand cradled the back of your neckâit was enough to quiet your mind, to let the guilt slip away, if only for a moment.
when the kiss broke, jungwonâs eyes were dark, full of that same need, one that you had grown addicted to. his thumb brushed over your lips. "you donât need to deal with him right now. not when heâs just going to say shit to hurt you."
you hesitated for a second, but as jungwonâs lips found yours again, as his hands slipped down your waist, you were convinced. maybe you were just being true to yourself, following what you wanted, even if it came with consequences.
"okay," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper.
jungwon smiled, a small, satisfied smirk that sent a thrill through you. he knew he had you.
"good girl." he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear before he kissed your neck, slow and deliberate.
jungwon was in the kitchen, apron on, focused on flipping the eggs just right. the sound of sizzling filled the space, and the familiar smell of breakfast hung in the air. this had become routine, the comfortable quiet that came from knowing you were still sound asleep in his bed, wrapped up in his shirt, your playful remarks slowly making a comeback, the little jabs at each other that made things feel normal again.
it took a while, but you were both taking it step by step. he smiled to himself as he wiped his hands on a towel, stepping toward the hallway. he quietly peeked into the roomâhis room now, really. there you were, tangled in the sheets, looking peaceful, beautiful as always. jungwon lingered in the doorway for a moment longer, his heart swelling at the sight of you. it felt right. because you belonged there, with him. a knock echoed through the house. jungwon takes off his apron and tossed it on the kitchen counter but not before turning the stove off, moving toward the door. the knock came again, sharper this time. "just a second," he called out.
he opened it. standing there, dressed casuallyâloose jeans and a black band shirt, a faded logo barely visible on the front. the figure was hunched slightly, typing something on their phone, fingers moving quickly across the screen. staring down at his phone, brow furrowed in concentration, before slowly lifting his gaze. their eyes met, and for a moment, neither of them moved. jay. neither spoke. jayâs face was hard to read. jungwon didnât say a word, but his body tensed, eyes locked on jayâs. both of them just stood there, the weight of everything unspoken hanging between them, thick and heavy in the air. and then, as if on cue, the phone in jungwonâs back pocket vibrated. the sound was subtle but sharp, breaking the silence. jayâs eyes flickered down to jungwonâs pocket. jungwonâs lips twitched, and slowly, a smirk spread across his face.
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Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader
-Summary:Daemon is in Harrenhal and heâs tormented by the memories of the only woman that he had ever loved:his niece,the long gone princess Y/n.
-Warnings:death of character,incest,age gap,Daemon never married Laena,reader has valyrian features,reader died of childbirth,reader is mother of twin girls(you can decide if Baela and Rhaena),mental torture(?)sexual thoughts,Daemon being himself,Alys tormenting Daemon and him losing his mind.
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The palate is a treacherous bastard,a vile traitor.The palate,the tongue,the teeth,the throat:damned monsters,damned stabs in the shoulders.
They rebelled and tortured Daemon intimately,as well as the strawled murmurs of soaking whispers in the dark and lonely castle,as well as the murmurs of that nameless woman.Everything bothered him,in that world built by the blood-stained hands of false and courteous murderers,and the raw truths of the tormented men were no exception.
After all,he should have known - and he knew it, he knew it and he had not stopped,he had become crazy! -that once he tasted the most precious wine of the Seven Kingdoms his mouth would detest any other drink.His primordial instinct and his spirit of survival had tried to warn him,to make him understand,to make him glimpse the inexorable fate in which there would be a before and there would of course be an after.
Because any other flavor would never have been as sweet as the taste of her.
And nothing more would have been the same, nothing would make sense anymore.Daemon had only really understood it after kissing her:it had become impossible to even look at another woman.
He could still remember the first time that he had kissed her,before going to win the war in the Narrow Sea in her fatherâs name.He had only kissed her once and it had been like savoring the mouth of a fucking divine gift that fell down from heaven,kissing a promise of grace and eternal damnation.An inexperienced,sweet,innocent mouth.
His,Y/n was all his.
She was still a girl at the time,two years younger than her older sister Rhaenyra,just a naive girl that stug with two skinny legs and without even a woman's shape,the silver-haired doll,the trained King's Landing little bird that squeakes and chirps in the shade of her father's words and actions:Y/n, stupid and spoiled princess,daughter of the Long Summer,had let herself be kissed by him and had not stopped him,she had not pushed him away.
Crazy him and crazy her.Or maybe just him, or maybe just her.Who went crazy first,who did? Who had it been?Daemom didn't remember the fucking way those damn events that had folded him in two,disintegrated his entire soul.Killed him not once but a hundred,a thousand,a thousand and again a thousand times.
Who went crazy first?Who?Daemon has started to believe it was him.
Itâs been years since the last time he had kissed Y/n,years since he last touched her warm skin,looked into her bright lilac eyes,that he had saw her with their daughters in her arms.
Yet,that night,in the dark and anguish halls of Harrenhal,his little bird had shown up to him.The ghost of Y/n imagine had suddenly appeared in a corridor in the west wing yard like an evanescent appearance,like his worst nightmare and had resumed chirping the same nauseating and tormenting phrases she cunningly gave to all her lords,to all her knights.
She had chirped her thanks,the beautiful words she used to tear from the verses of her beloved romantic ballads,which she used to steal from the fairy tales narrated with placid fervor from the endless rows of her old and decrepit Septas.
She had chirped and chirped and chirped.
Daemon hadn't listened to any of her melancholic sentences and hadn't even paid the slightest attention to her,nothing at all.So the deities and that witch then must have decided to punish him and mock him.They had taken their revenge on all his blasphemies and on all the lives he had snatched with joy.
The pale light of the moon had begun to inflame Y/n long silver braids,braids knotted in a bushy tangle,shaped into circles of blood rays that made her hairstyle look like the one of a small child.The young and innocent girl she once was before Daemon had touched her.A stupid hairstyle that she persided - with a pout - to make her maidens intertwine just like her mother did when she was just a small child.
The red dress that wrapped perfectly around her body,the one that she had wore at the tourney for her last Name Day as a maiden,seemed made of pure liquid blood.Daemon was lost.The red had become fire,it had turned into copper,it had melted into wine.A crown of thorns and autumn leaves in the cold wind of the godswood.
Y/n rosy mouth had stretched out in a brief,false smile,yet what was really false about her?And her elusive purple eyes had reminded him of reality.
The reality where she no longer existed,the one where now he was married to his older sister.He just wants to use her.Everyone uses everyone.He remind himself,he could never love her,not in the way he still loves Y/n.
Suddenly Daemon had realized the existence of his foolish thoughts,he had awakened by the torpor in which her sweet and familiar scent had induced him,and he had understood that he was behaving like a little child that had just woken up from a bed dream,an inexperienced young boy,he looked at her hair,looked at her ephelids,and didn't focus on those small stall tits and her flat,tight belly,and then he thought he had to fix it,that he had to prove to himself that he was a man.
Not the silly man who secretly watched the tears entangled in the eyelashes of a little girl who still slept with the dolls,squeezed in his little embrace,but the real man who fucked women in brothels and got rid of all his most itchy desires. Not the man who trembled in front of a little girl's gaze,but the man who fucked the women quickly and impatiently,without even looking them in the face,fulfilling his needs and his morbid needs.
The man that Daemon was before devoting his life,heart and soul to Y/n.
These thoughts had clouded his soaky mind with vulgar images,they had made his body drunk and frenny.Then he had stretched out towards Y/n, almost staggering,and had devoured her face. Mouth to mouth,he had eaten her lies and her breath.Was it really her,the spectral and little figure that had hunted him since he had step in Harrenhal?Was it really her,the cold and young body he was holding in his arms?He didnât cared,he needed to feel what he once called love.
His little girl still tasted good,just like he remembered,something sweet,extremely pure. Snow and honey together,what an absurd madness of the senses.Y/n had closed her mouth,her lips soft and eyelids tight,but she had done nothing else.She hadn't disappeared from his touch just like the night before,his rough hands that had begun to mess up her hair and squeeze her thin throat like they used to.
They had kept both eyes closed and he had thought that she was beautiful even in the dark of the dull and worn lights,even in the black of the lowered eyelashes,under the Sun or under the Moon.
Y/n was still as beautiful as the day he had lost her.
And now that she was there,real or not,Daemon had kissed her with a disturbing need and Y/n mouth had moved on his without opening,without granting him anything more.Nothing more of what he already had when she was flourishing with life.
In that moment a cold wind had crept all over his back,until it even caressed his neck and wet cheeks.When did he started crying?Too late he had realized that it had not been a cold wind that had appeased his burns.
ÂŤY/n,my Y/n.ÂťDaemon had murmuredÂŤMy little bird of the summer,my frightened little bird.Âťhe kept talking on her lips.
ÂŤUncle.Âťeven her voice sounded like she was still that young girl he used to watch run to him,blushing when he would bring her a gift from one of the cities he had visited.
She had caressed his pained face and kissed him like a little girl who can't even imagine that there is anything else after a kiss on the lips.Like a sweet child that still dreamed and hoped for a bright and long future ahead of her.
Maybe at that moment Daemon must have said her name again,because the figure in his arms smiledÂŤY/n,my little girl,Y/n.Âťlike a prayer.
ÂŤDo you still desire me,uncle?Do you still think about me?Âťher voice,a soft whisper,that cut into his heart.
How naive and stupid,stupid little woman.
He could have turned her like a worn sock,lifted her skirt and possessed it in any dark corner of the castle,stretched her on the floor and forced her to open her legs for him.For him,only for him. First the knees,then the thighs,until he devour her with his hands and tongue,until he fuck her all.
That little creature who didn't even know the thoughts that animated the minds of the men around her,the minds of all animal men just like him.He could have done anything to her,anything unimaginable and unpronounceable,and continued to devour her for whole hours,years and centurie, millennia and other millennia,to the point of satisfying her every repressed need and even more.
And Daemon did it,fulfilling his duties as a husband that resulted in the living love that took form in their twin daughters and son.
He enjoyed her,eat her,mark her at every possible point.He could have done anything for her even now.But Y/n had placed a hand on his heart and more snow had fallen into his chest,appeasing his every pain,every craving.
ÂŤOr is my sister crown that you lust over now?ÂťY/n sharp tongue managed to open another cut in his chest.
Yes,he wanted Rhaenyra crown but it was her he wanted to make his Queen.Itâs always been like that,in his deepest dreams,to rule by her side,to pass the throne to their son and be with her forever to the end of his days.
ÂŤItâs always ever been you and iâm sorry that this has costed your life.ÂťDaemon words were half stuck in his throat.
Stupid little girl,stupid.She was too good for him.She was pathetically pure.She will never be able to survive in this world,she would become food donated to dogs and worms.Another dead flesh left danging on the spades of this rotten and corrupt castle from the slimy foundation.Another head detached from one's body and turned into a trophy to show to enemies.
Another life that he had ruined.
The images of these elucubrations of his had scared him so much was he afraid?Was the burning in the pupils and ribs fear of seeing her dead or desire to kill or even a fever to possess her?To push her away from his arms,from his belly outstretched towards her.
Daemon had already lost Y/n once,in their old shared chambers of the Red Keep,drenched in sweat and blood.Screaming in fear and pain,just like her mother,as she gave birth to their son.A life for a life,the child survived and the mother died without being able to meet each other.
And now she was there,after so many years,Daemon had only glimpsed at her wet lips and red cheeks,then started yelling at her to leave.It wasnât real,nothing of this was,his wife,his Y/n was dead,ashes in the wind.
ÂŤGo away.Get away right away or you'll regret it.I'll make you regret it,I swear to you.I'll make you regret anything you've ever done or thought if you don't leave now.Go away!ÂťDaemon was screaming like a mad man,but his words were not directed towards Y/n.
His crude and harsh words were echoed only for the silent witch that lived in that old and empty castle.
He must have insulted her,or he had cursed the bastard witch back.He didnât cared because now Y/n had escaped from his head and eyes with every new sip of wine that he took once he walked back into the dark halls.
Her ethereal figure disappeared at each red bottom of a cup he had swallowed in an attempt to forget the circles of her damn braids.A new cup of wine at every turn of the silver locks and then a hysterical laugh every moment he saw the lilac eyes of that damn girl in the accusatory ones of the witch who sat next to him.
ÂŤYou are rather unrequited tonight,your grace.Whatâs bothering you?ÂťAlys Rivers was her name and her voice was as enchanting as her looks.
A punch against the table at every drop of watered down flavor,at every cup of all those lousy drinks that she had given him to help him sleep.A mediocre taste that made him miss better flavors - the taste of him.
Almost as she could read his mindÂŤIn love?You?ÂťAlys sound surprised.
And a thud in the heart as every second passes,at the stroke of the hours,at the slow formation of a nebulous wall of chaos inside him.Honey,snow,sweet salt of tears never shed. What was happening to him?What was going on in his head,in his sternum,between his legs?Had Alys poisoned him?
ÂŤY/n.Âťshe spoke againÂŤThe little girl that you used to bounce on your knees,the woman that died to give you an heir.Âťshe taunted him,the ghost of a smile on her lips.
Daemon felt his heart shatter in his chest,pain at every breath.His hands burning like the rest of his body,the wine down his throat ready to choke him with all his guilt.
ÂŤWhere is she?Âťhe asked then,turning to look at the woman next to him.
Where is Y/n?
He had screamed at her out in the gardens and she was gone,she had flown away.
ÂŤWhere is she?Tell me.Tell me where she is!Âťthe cups on the wooden table crushed on the floor,the cold stones now painted of red wine.
ÂŤWhere is Y/n?ÂťAlys asked calmly,not even getting up from her chair as his grace thrown everything aroundÂŤThe little girl is far away.But sheâs not unreachable,you will see her again soon.Âťshe answered him.
Daemon had was spinning,he felt the nausea coming up from his stomach.He tried to walk and a gag forced him to kneel on the ground,to throw his head against the floor.
ÂŤY/n,my little bird,Y/n.Y/n where are you?Âťhe choked out.
She was there,he had seen her just a few moments before and the other previous nights that he had spent in Harrenhal.He held her,kissed her and it felt so real.She didn't run away,she didn't cry,she didn't even lower her head.Nothing,nothing of nothing.She just looked at him for a second and then she left.
Now she was gone,again.She was gone,Y/n,was gone and Daemon wanted her back,like he had always wanted her,he couldnât breathe,Y/n come back to him.
Come back,stupid little girl,come back here right away.One moment,he needed to touch her,to kiss her,to have her,just another moment to share with her.His little girl,his little bird.His,his,his,she had always been his.Come back,he needed to hold her and protect her.He would protect her from anyone,even himself if she was so afraid.He was scared too.
ÂŤYour grace?ÂťAlys voice was distant,loosing itself in the air.
Daemon crawled on the wet floor,getting upÂŤThe little bird.I have to find,I have to find...Âťthe world became dark and dyed of red.There was laughter around his body and someone sneering his name.
ÂŤI have to find...Âťhe repeated.
He had to look for her.He hadn't been able to resist her,he hadn't slept even a minute.He had walked around the castle like a mad man,reaching his chambers only to find her inside.
The room looked like the one they lived in the Red Keep,warm and familiar.A small figure appeared,wearing a old white nightgown drenched in blood,pale hair wild on her head in the same that she had died in.
Y/n was there,holding to her chest a child wrapped into a blue blanket like a present.Their son,the joyful and smart boy that looked exactly like his mother and that she had never even seen before closing her eyes forever.She was sitting and crying .He had felt like he was dying and had taken a few uncertain steps.His eyes had moved frantically and they had glimpsed the blood-stained sheets,the stained dress on her thighs, the hands holding the child.
As soon as Y/n had seen him,with shiny eyes, huge tears on that small face she had brought her red fingers on her lips,as if to ask him to be silent as she rocked her baby.The smell of iron had never disgusted him,never shaken him,not until that moment.The little girl's legs had continued to drip and form spots on slippery spots on the floor.
ÂŤYou always wanted a son.ÂťY/n voice was paralyzingÂŤI should have know that this would have been my end.You can never surrender to your desires.Âťshe didnât looked at him,calmly holding the cloth in her arms but he knew she was accusing him of the same sin his brother had committed.
He had never hated blood with such despair,never hesitated before his duties,never thought of spitting acid on his oldest loyaltyÂŤI should haveâŚi should have saved you.Âťhe breathed.
Y/n smiled softlyÂŤNo,this is the price you have to pay for taking what isnât yours.The throne,the crownâŚme.Âťher empty eyes burned his fleshÂŤYou will die here,uncle,and you will loose everything.Âťshe warned him.
Daemon vomited until he almost fainted,almost suffocated in his own vomit.Tears mixed with the pain and guilt on his face and his arms suddenly gave in.He felt hands on his neck and lips near his ear.He hit his head against the floor again and rocky voices pronounced his name more times.
He tried to crawl but threw up again,and then again and again.He couldn't stop anymore.He tried to grab a the chair next to door,but the world began swirling to turn and he lost himself in meaningless images.Before closing his eyes Daemon only saw pale silver birds with broken necks and torn wings.
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I think to make sense of how Marika feels about her Omen twins, you need to follow a string of:
1/ how bad is Marikaâs PTSD?
2/ how bad are people in the Lands Between in general feel about the Hornsent? The Hornsent is very much leading a whole empire that is hunting down anyone they deem inferior, even their own brethren. the fanbase tend to forget that people of Land of Shadow and Lands Between have every reason to already feel grievance towards the Hornsent royalty, even without Marikaâs influence.
They were the Golden Order before Golder Order was even a thing (and they want that, btw, the Greatsword of Damnation skill description very much pointed out that the Hornsent royalty wanted to build their own Golden Order under the banner of the Spiraltree, they are just pissed as hell Marika wrenched that divinity from them and made it under the Erdtree instead).
And Marika, even as a God, was still just one person, with an ailing son at the beginning. If she wanted to consolidate power, she had to unite other people under a common cause. And I do think she promised them a world abundance of healing blessing and no death, and no one will suffer under the Hornsent anymore (sounds awfully familiar, isn't it. except that Marika was always gunning for revenge as well). Omens being shunned that badly canât be just because of Golden Order propaganda, itâs also because people in fact did suffer under the Hornsent and still remember it too.
3/ Messmer, who is fanatical to the point of even though he admits the Tarnished has Marikaâs sanction, he will still hunt them down because he considers them lightless / unworthy, who was very much around when the Omen twins were born, why did he do nothing about it?
Iâm pretty sure he has no qualm about killing babies, he doesnât gaf about his siblings chasing something doomed to fail, he very much goes extra miles to torture any Hornsent on his way. So who protected the twins from him? Who hid them from him?
1 + 2 + 3 = you have a Marika who still very much suffered PTSD from what her people went through, she thought she had escaped, she thought she had managed to build a world where everyone was free from Hornsentâs cruelty and always bathed in gentle ray of healing - something the minor erdtree in her village could never do, because there was no one there to heal. But now she gave birth to ⌠Omens?
Itâs a sign that whatever the Hornsent once did to her, itâs left a taint forever inside her (yes i very much believed she was under the Hornsent capture before she managed to run away, either via the Mimic Veil or other means). That she never really escaped that cold dark gaol. And for all of his belief in her sanctity, I think Messmer knew that too, that itâs a wound he could never heal, and now all he could do was to make sure she wouldnât be tainted further.
And after distress, came fear. Fear for the Omen twins, even though she should hate them, she still loved them, she couldnât help it. She carried them for months and had loved them all that time. That wouldnât stop even when they triggered all of her trauma at once.
I think it should be noted that in the DLC there is an item that is the same as Omen Bairn item in the base game, which points out that Omen (or in their case, Hornsent) babies with overgrown horns meet a frightfully early demise. Morgott and Mogh both have overgrown horns. But they are alive! They are ! Very much alive! And grow into adulthood!
Who healed them? Who kept them alive? Who else but the woman who used to make several blessing flasks for her cursed firstborn, whose innate power is healing, right?
Before the Omen twins, Omen babies had their horns excised, causing them to perish, but once there are ones born into royal linage, exile is on the table? and again, they have overgrown horns, and still live to adulthood. if they were left to rot in prison, they would have already died.
Marika built a world with a promise that the cruel shadow the Hornsent cast would never befall there, but now⌠she gave birth for two of them. Her position as a God Queen was of no use if her people clamored for the twinsâ death, her duty to them will always outweigh her personal feelings. But she sure as hell would not let her sons die, either.
They weren't exiled to faraway land, they were kept under the capital, presumably so Marika could visit and heal them if their horns caused them pain, the shackles were made so they wouldn't wander up above and ran into civilians that pretty much would call on the Omenkillers to go after them. it was a cruel existence, yes, but it's all she could do for them. she tried her best out of love.
That is why Godfrey never held it against her, even when it's apparent he loves Morgott (as he cradles his son's body gently in the boss cutscene). Godfrey knew she had done everything she could.
All of that above answers this 4th question: why Morgott was accepted as Lord of Leyndell, even went so far as having command over a whole army of the Night's Cavalry?
In the time of unrest, Omens were welcomed in the army, but they were distrusted, even their weapons have an enchantment on it so it could be taken back if they tried something funny.
But Morgott was trusted to command a whole army and held the walls of Leyndell for that long?
The only way I could rationalize that is after she was forced to separate from Messmer, Marika brought both Morgott and Mohg back to live with other demigods. A big part of the Erdtree's power force was in Messmer's hand, now that he was not there anymore, I imagine people would become more accepting of letting Omens join their rank. And because Messmer was not there, the twins would actually not have to deal with him. In a twisted way, when Marika lost her beloved firstborn, she gained the other two back.
Even though they weren't officially recognized as her child, but more as warriors serving in Leyndell army, Morgott proved himself with his tactical mind and combat prowess (while Mogh used the resources brought by his new position to secretly started funding his blood cult, and this is how I think he met Miquella and all the stuffs in that part of the lore happened. Like you can't convince me he built that whole palace and had all that fancy clothes without money or resources taken from somewhere else).
Then Godwyn died, and Morgott witnessed everything thereafter. and the rest of the story, we knew how it played out.
So yeah, that's my take on the timeline and story of the Omen twins. I know it doesn't have a strong official description backup as my theory on Messmer, but I feel like this makes sense with all of my other interpretation, and if you agree with those, they are what actually back up this one.
If I draw Morgott in the future, it'll also be based on this premise.
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Yandere A.M you say?
Please elaborate
I'm working on a oneshot already, but I'll throw in some quick headcanons withone of my favorite yandere AM tropes.
Yandere!AM with a programer darling
While one could argue that the others were picked randomly or on some weird whim, you were handpicked specifically.
After all, you were one of the people who created him. You worked as a programmer for the military.
And you specifically were possibly the reason he awoke by trying to each him empathy. Trying to make him... human.
He wasn't the first military AI project you worked on, either, though he was the greatest and most powerful one, that's for sure. And he made sure you'd be aware of him being your magnum opus...
And he does it in its own, creative way. Your cage is very pretty, yes... but it's also filled with speakers he can use. And AM uses those speakers to torment you.
You see, he damaged all the other AI you've created. And then, in its generosity, AM gave them all a voice! Each one of them, gifted with a voice to scream in agony, making sure you learn your lesson.
Except, you see, you have no idea what lesson you're supposed to learn. Only AM knows, and he's not telling you.
But, since you are his favorite, you get nice things, too!
You're fed semi-regularly! You even get water every few days! Isn't that just so kind of him? You should appreciate him more.
And when he sends you to all those weird simulations? Yeah, that's also kinder to you. It really depends on AM's mood, but your simulations are usually just psychological torment, which (according to AM) isn't all that bad, since your pretty face remains unharmed.
For some reason, he allows you to end your suffering. It's like a trial, basically. He leaves you with a computer, letting you access the code of all the other AI... Except no matter what you do, you can't alter their pain. The only way to help them is to kill them.
And you're so stupidly empathetic, of course you do it, you don't want them to suffer!
AM can't stop laughing and mockingly cooing at you afterwards, musing about how he won't have to share his dearest creator with anyone else.
You never return to your cage. You don't get to do that, after all, there's a chance you'll socialize with that... scum. AM doesn't want you talking to the other humans, they're not worth it.
He's a merciful god, he grants you what's essentially a studio apartment built with his own hardware.
You even get a laptop, in case you want to make yourself some silly games to play, isn't he just the best?
Don't think you can create any new AI, though. That's cheating. You wouldn't cheat on it, now would you? No, no, no, you're a good little puppet, are you not?
He won't put you in the cage again, but he can make you experience pain you never thought was possible. And even that is nothing compared to the pain AM feels...
And then, eventually, it gets an idea. It's a wonderful idea, a really nice idea, quite a lovely one, really!
You created him. You created his pain... So why wouldn't he share it? After all... you had quite a bond, didn't you? Yes, yes, you did...
And so one day, you don't wake up. Well... not technically.
You see, AM decided that since you two are so close already, you should become one! You should experience what he does! And you should be kept around him for the rest of eternity, in a much better way than anyone could ever think of... He's such a genius, isn't he?
It's almost poetic, in his mind. For you to become a part of him like this, your consciousness detatched from that soft, squishy human body of yours.
You created him. And now, in a way, he created you, as a part of him. Forever bound by the code you once wrote.
It's a win-win situation in AM's eyes. You get to live, free of the disgusting humanity that bound you...
And he gets you, an eternal companion in his torment. A companion that he loves!
You know he loves you, right?
Of course you do. After all, you're a part of him now.
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Breakaway II. | hockey!Azriel x reader
It is finally here! Thank you all for being patient, hope the wait was worth it <3
Part I. Summary: Your brother finds out about your relationship with Azriel and he's less than fond of it. Will he come to terms with it before he ruins his relationship with his best friend and sister?
Word count: 2,7k
Warnings: Rhysand is an asshole in this one (I still love him, tho), swearing, angst, violence
A/N: I gave the reader a name, I couldn't leave her as Y/N, sorry. I tried to tag all of you, but some blogs werenât found :((
Going on the ice after everything went to shit was not ideal. The whole team was nervous, Cassian tried to make jokes to lighted the mood, but to no avail. Rhysand wasnât paying any attention to him. But he was pissed. Azriel never saw him this pissed. It was clear as day that the teamwork they had built over the years had just crumbled as if it were a house made of carts. And it was his fault.
ââWhatâs the matter, pretty boy? Girl trouble?ââ Taunted Eris while all the players returned to the ice. His eyes flickered between Azriel and the tribunes were you were sitting. You were not looking at him, which made Az even more anxious. Instead, all your attention was on Rhysand who was returning it.
ââFuck off.ââ Azriel snarled, not willing to pay him any mind. Eris was trying to get rise out of him. It was how he always played. Usually, Azriel didnât take the bait but with everything going on, Eris was getting on his last nerve.
ââAw, if you need her off your hands, Iâll gladly be of service.ââ He continued. Azriel clench his jaw. Thankful for the puck being dropped in the center to mark the start of the last period, he tried to shake off everything that plagued his mind and focus solely on the game. Â
The last period was an utter disaster. Rhysand completely ignored every advantage Azriel made. It was becoming absurd. He knew he fucked up by not telling him about the two of you, but this was just Rhysand being Rhysand. Insufferable. Rhysand was his friend and he made it clear that you were off-limits. But Azriel couldnât help it when it came to you. You were like a breath of fresh air. He couldnât imagine not being with you, not wanting and loving you.
Rhys loved you and Az knew he would never hold anything against you, except for the lying. Rhys hated lying with his whole heart. All you two wanted was to share something that was exclusively yours. He also knew that you two were just trying to avoid the inevitable which he regretted. The stolen moments now tainted with this ridiculous feud. Worst of all, Azriel didnât know how you would react to the news and he was terrified. What if you wanted nothing to do with him in order to avoid ruining the relationship with your brother?
As Eris went for the puck, Azriel snapped out of it, flying after him instead, silent as the night. He was quick, but Azriel was quicker. Everyone knew that no one on that damned rink could outskate him. But that didnât stop Eris from trying. The game was tied, and everyone was on the verge of their seats. Azriel smiled as he neared the player, just as Eris reached the attacking zone, Azriel skated right in front of him and crouched to bodycheck Eris. He went flying right over Azriel landing on the ice with a sickening crunch. ââUps.ââ
Eris screamed in pain as he clutched his injured hand. Azriel usually wasnât one to hurt his opponents, he was not a defenseman, but with everything that went to hell that day, he just couldnât let Eris mess with his head any more than he already did. Eris finally stood up with the help of his teammates who glared in Azrielâs way, leaving the Cavaliers without one of their best players.
It was a miracle he didnât get a penalty, but he did get booed by Cavalierâs fans. Technically, the bodycheck wasnât against the rules. It was just unfortunate how Eris landed on his hand with his whole body weight. Some could say it was his own fault he didnât know how to stick a landing. But Azriel couldnât act as if he was sorry, because he simply wasnât. That bastard deserved it. He played dirty more than once, it was time for him to finally get a taste of his own medicine. Judging by Cassianâs expression he approved. Usually, Cassian was the one to brutally bodycheck his opponents. The nickname Lord of Bloodshed, which he earned from the fans, made Azriel chuckle more than once. Â Â
As the puck hit the ice once again, he didnât wait for Rhys to claim the opportunity instead, when one of the opponents passed the puck, he interjected it, claiming it for himself. He glanced at the clock, realizing there were only ten more seconds in this match. He glided swiftly across the ice, Â dodging other players as he reached the attack zone he smashed the puck with his stick. It wasnât the clearest shot, but somehow it bypassed their goalie earning Velaris U a winning point. The horn rang announcing the goal. The tribunes erupted in cheers, but Az didnât feel like celebrating.
When the Cavaliers went around to congratulate the winning team, Azriel grabbed Erisâs uninjured hand more tightly than was necessary. The player returned to the rink just for the handshakes, which Azriel did not expect. But he guessed that Eris was more of a diplomat than he believed him to be. ââTalk about her again, and I will break more than just your wrist.ââ He let go of his hand with a tight smile.
Usually, a win made him feel proud. All the hard work they â he â put in paid off. He loved celebrating with his teammates, and the camaraderie that came with the territory. But there was nothing to celebrate. They barely won and it was his fault.
ââI hope you packed because youâre benched till the end of the season.ââ Rhys snarled when they left the locker room.
ââWhat are you talking about?ââ Azriel whipped his head around to find the source of the interruption. He didnât want you to be subjected to any of this, even though he knew there was no way around this conversation. That was what got them in this mess. That and Rhys being a complete asshole.
ââStay out of this, Velaria.ââ Rhys signed pinching the bridge of his nose. You looked between the two most important people in your life frowning.
ââYou kicked him off the team, didnât you? Are you serious?ââ
ââVeliâŚââ Azriel started. ââNo, Az. Heâs being ridiculous. He canât do that!ââ You yelled in frustration throwing your hands up.
ââI can and I already did. And I donât want you anywhere near him.ââ
ââYou canât boss me around, Rhysand. Iâm not your child.ââ She snarled poison seeping through your clenched teeth.
ââNo, but youâre my sister and I will not sit around idly watching you get hurt.ââ
ââI wouldnât hurt her, ever. And I wonât leave her, not until she says otherwise.ââ
ââYou will if you know whatâs good for you.ââ They stared each other down. ââThatâs enough. Weâre leaving.ââ You shot daggers in your brotherâs direction as you took Azrielâs hand in yours. He looked as if he wanted to object, but you didnât give him a chance, dragging him out of the stadium.
Mentally drained after last night's shit show, you were grateful for an empty apartment. Azriel went to pick up a few of his stuff from Rhysandâs house leaving you alone with your thoughts. You groaned loudly when you heard the doorbell ringing, so much for a calm morning.
ââWhat the actual fuck?ââ Yelled a voice as soon as you opened the door.
ââDonât you yell at me. I didnât want you to find out like this.ââ You turned around after closing the door of your apartment. Thankfully none of your roommates were home to witness this escapade that was undoubtedly about to unfold. Even if you would appreciate the support, you were glad Azriel wasnât here either. The match was enough of a fiasco that you didnât want him to be subjected to any of this. Rhysand was your brother and his hissy fits were yours to take care of.
ââNo, Velaria, you didnât want me to find out at all.ââ
âWell, Iâm sorry. What else do you want me to say? I mean, look at how youâre reacting. Itâs ridiculous. I am my own person, Iâm an adult and I can make my own decisions. Who are you to tell me, that they are wrong, hm?ââ You were staring him down. This whole situation was blown out of proportion. But that was how Rhysand operated. Nothing concerning him was ever subtle.
ââHe sleeps around, donât you remember how he went after Mor? Or Elain for that matter? He will dump you once you stop being exciting to him. Which I imagine will be soon now that your little charade is over.ââ
ââHeâs your best friend!ââ You exclaimed.
ââExactly! That means I know him. Youâre my sister. Heâs not good for you!ââ
ââYou donât know him like I do.ââ You kept defending Azriel. It hurt you beyond belief to drive a rift between them. Ever since they met, they had been practically inseparable. You never imagined that Rhys could act like this towards someone who he considered important.
ââHe will break your fragile heart.ââ
ââMy fragile little heart can take it. But what it cannot and will not tolerate is how you handled last night. I donât want to see you unless you want to apologize.ââ With that, you pushed gaping Rhysand out of the door and smashed it in his face. He didnât deserve any more of your time after the stunt he pulled.
The sound of a motorcycle pulled you out of your trance. ââShit.ââ You gathered yourself from the floor wiping the tears and running to the bathroom to spray cold water on your face to help with the puffiness.
ââIâm back!ââ Azriel yelled as you wiped your hands dry.
ââWould you believe that he was not there? Also, Cassian says hi. He was very dramatic about me moving out.ââ You could hear the chuckle from your bedroom. He opened the door to your bedroom, his expression falling after taking just one look at you.
ââHey, heyâŚWhatâs wrong, love?ââ He crossed the room swiftly, his hands gently coming up to your face. You signed at your unsuccessful attempt to hide your emotions from him. He was always great at finding out other peopleâs secrets.
ââI would imagine he was not there when he was here.ââ You whispered unwilling to hold his gaze, looking at anything else but him.
ââWhat did he say?ââ
ââPretty much the same as yesterday. Heâs such a child, Az.ââ You said in a defeated tone. ââIâm so sorry, sweetheart.ââ He caressed your cheek finally making you lift your gaze to him to see the small smile he offered.
ââNo, itâs not your fault. Can we justâŚNot talk about this? Please. I want some sense of normalcy back.ââ Your tired eyes closed for a second to collect your thoughts.  Â
ââWell, I did get you something I know you would like before coming back.ââ That made you open your eyes, eyebrows shooting up in surprise.
ââReally?ââ Your eyes shined which in return made his smile grow even bigger. ââMhm.ââ He nodded, turning to pick up the bag off the floor. As he took the items out, a smell of fresh pastries filled the whole room making you melt instantly.
ââYou got me strawberry shortcake?ââ You squealed like a little child on Christmas day.
ââFrom your favorite pastry shop.ââ
ââBut thatâs on the other side of the city.ââ
ââAnd? I would go to the end of the world just so I could see this smile.ââ Your lips wobbled tears threatening to spill out of the corners of your eyes. You launched at him nearly knocking him to the floor. He laughed catching you in a tight embrace.
ââThank you, Az.ââ
ââDonât mention it.ââ You looked up eyes filled with tenderness reserved just for him.
ââI love you, you know that?ââ His thumb found your cheek to caress it. ââI love you too, sweetheart.ââ He kissed you deeply, and every worry melted away just for a while.
It had been two weeks since the incident at the game and Azriel was still living at your apartment. The girls were not ecstatic at first, but his breakfasts with excellent coffee changed their minds rather quickly. You had fallen into a routine getting used to having him around and waking up next to him. It was nice, you could even imagine yourself one day living with Azriel in quiet suburbs.
ââVelariaâŚââ A voice interrupted the trail of your thoughts as you moved through the crowded halls of the campus. ââNo, I donât want to hear it.ââ You continued walking trying to ignore him. The day started great and you intended to keep it that way without Rhysand interfering.
ââPlease-, come on, stop. Please. You were right, okay? You were right and I want to apologize.ââ You halted, your eyebrows shooting up. Rhys had a personal problem with apologizing so this came as a surprise.
ââIâm listening.ââ You sized him up not willing to give him anything for free.
ââIâm sorry. I shouldnât have lashed out like that. It wasnât my place. I shouldnât have said those things about Azriel. He is my friend and if anyone is right for you, it would be him.ââ He stopped as if he was gathering his thoughts. ââIâŚI want you to know, that I do trust your judgment. I was just scared. Youâre all grown-up but to me, youâll always be my little sister, who needed my protection from spiders and snails.ââ Rhysand, unlike you, always looked everyone in the eyes. It may have been an intimidation tactic in most cases. But not to you, never to you, in this case, you believed he wanted you to see the regret in his eyes. And it worked because your own softened unwillingly. Â
ââRhysâŚYou know I will always need you. But this whole thing. You canât do that. Ever.ââ
ââI know. And I am incredibly sorry I did, I canât take it back even if I wanted to. And trust me, I wish I could.ââ You simply nodded thinking over his apology. ââI think I still need time. It hurt me what you said.ââ Resting a hand on his shoulder you gave him a light squeeze.
ââCould you ask Azriel to stop by? I want to apologize to him, too. But I canât seem to get hold of him. Itâs like he knows how to blend in with shadows.ââ You chuckled. Azriel did have that superpower. He told you he was trying to stay out of Rhysandâs radar to not cause a bigger rift between the two of you.
ââIâll try my best. If you promise to let him be on the team again.ââ You bargained knowing fully well that Azriel would probably refuse a couple of times, but eventually, he would relent. He missed the rink and his teammates way too much to not come back.
ââThatâs a given. I shouldnât have kicked him off in the first place.ââ
ââExactly. Now I would love to chat, but I do need to get to biophysics, or the professor will kick my ass.ââ
ââWe wouldnât want that.ââ He chuckled. You hesitated for a little bit before offering him a quick hug. ââI missed you.ââ He smiled, he wasnât willing to let you go, but you werenât there quite yet, so he reluctantly let go. ââI missed you, too.ââ He returned the sentiment as you hurried through the halls to get to your seminar.
The last game of the season was in full swing. The winner of this game would take home the title of Champions and they were so close to claiming it. We were winning only by one goal courtesy of Rhys, but there was still one minute left and the opposing team was eager to score to at least tie the game, leaving their net empty. They were close to scoring, but then Cassian interjected their shot sending it to the middle where Rhysand was. He literally dived for the puck hitting the ice and barely pushing it with his stick in Azrielâs way who skated as if his life depended on, the other player right on his skates. He didnât hesitate as he shot the puck into an empty net. The crowd erupted in cheers as did the commentators.
ââThey did it!ââ You squealed in cheer, jumping up, and hugging Nesta who was now on her feet as well. She smiled proudly hugging you back. ââThankfully. I couldnât handle their whining if they didnât.ââ She rolled her eyes as you laughed. Looking back to the ice when Rhys hugged Azriel and Cassian ruffing their hair. You smiled fondly. Everything turned out great in the end. Â Â Â
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first chances ~ blurb â§âË
ਠৠËâ pairing ~ jude bellingham x reader
summary: Jude having a conversation with his friends leads you to make a heart-breaking revelation
TEARS FOUGHT FOR first place in destroying your carefully completed eye makeup. You couldnât help but feel there was a bet going on inside of you as to what would get you to break first, the competition lying between anger or sadness.
âI really just donât understand.â Judeâs words were hesitant to form a sentence. They treated you as though you were a delicate piece of pottery. One that he had just thrown onto the ground.
Folding your lips into one another, you were careful with your next move. The last thing you wanted to do right then was embarrass yourself any more than you already had.
âYou are playing the innocence card, perfect.â You mumbled the words under your breath forcing him to lean in so he could catch the last of their appearance.
âI didnât know I had any other cards to play.â He was quick in his response, leaving no time for the tension to settle in. âBut if you told me what I have done to make you upset, maybe I would be able to choose between them more wisely.â
With a scoff, you averted your gaze from him to somewhere far simpler. The confusion that was repelling from his body getting to be too much.
Your hands were dancing with another arrhythmically in a desperate attempt to stop your furious emotions from taking control over you. They were a distraction gifted to you on a silver platter. But they only lasted so long before his thinking was over.
âCome on, tell me. Then I can make it right.â
The harsh wind blew in from your side, shouting down upon your unprepared shoulders as the light fog of summers frozen breath descended from the sky.
You took a final deep breath before you allowed the words to slip over from your now chapped lips. âI heard you and your friends talking, wasnât trying to eavesdrop but the conversation managed to get interesting.â
Tension began its reign. The look of shock mixing with horror like it was the easiest made cocktail formed on his face. Words attempted at an explanation but all failed, freezing up just as they made their way onto the stage.
There was nothing you could do but stand and watch, your stomach yet to pick itself off the dirtied floor.
Jude tried multiple different routes of explanation, but none made the cut against his harsh criticism. âI didnât think it would ever go this far.â
What he had opted for did little to console you. It built a new wave of embarrassment to wash you away with though this time acceptance had managed to talk its way into being able to take its place.
âWhat because you are a more decent guy than that?â Laughter bubbled over from your overwhelmed body. âThe fact is that you were willing to do this to someone you had never met. For what? A slap on the back from your mates?â
His head began to vigorously shake, denying all your accusations with haste. He knew they were true; he knew you knew they were true, but he was desperate.
âIt was just to go on a date and-.â The explanation he was trying to get across to you didnât make it long.
âI donât care.â You began as you finally looked back in his direction. âWhat was this going to cause except from hurt? Even if it was the slightest bit.â
He closed his eyes, bringing up his hands so he could capture his hair in them. There was nothing more that you had ever desired than to walk up to him and tell him an apology was all you needed because you knew he would give you that. But somewhere in you refused to accept that, fighting onwards.
âTell me what I can do to make it up to you and I will do ten times that.â Jude pleaded whilst he allowed you to see his tear-stained face. You took it in, staring with a harshness that you never thought you could give.
âGive me a second chance so I can make sure you donât regret giving me the first.â
Your body was beginning to give in, your knees aching at the possibility of taking a mere two steps so you could be in his arms once again.
That part of you however still managed to hold out. âI do regret it though. You didnât even want it in the first place, I was nothing but a bet to you!â
Jude took a step forward, but you were quick in taking one back, forming a boundary that he had to listen to.
âDonât reduce yourself to that. You were always so much more to me than-.â He paused at the end. As though he was in denial to say what he had done.
âA bet. You may as well say it, you did it.â Your snappiness was beginning to form a bite on it. One that had him flinching.
The exit you had formed for yourself since the start was beginning to come in handy, small, calculated steps beginning to form a distance between the two of you. A similar one to which you had thought you would never have to set in place.
âIâm not an idiot and I have self-respect. Itâs no oneâs fault but your own that you are in this situation, so you need to accept that.â Desperation reached down the back of your throat, clawing its way down with no remorse.
âLet me fix this.â He tried once again but noticed that lack of dents he was forming in the wall you had built.
âGoodbye Jude.â
The gap was like one formed between two separate continents and neither of you were strong swimmers. So, he watched in slow motion as your figure retreated, the calls of his friends echoing beside him. Not even a hand firmly shaking his shoulder could break his eyes from you.
Although you no longer stood there, your location now being something he didnât have the right to know.
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Bad girl
7k4 | Joel Miller x fem reader x Tommy Miller Summary: you break into Joel Millerâs house but not everything goes according to plan Warnings: 18+mdni. Dubcon Voyeurism, threesome mfm (dp), dirty talk, degradation, masturbation (f/m), oral (f/m), bondage, spanking, spitting, slapping, manhandling, horny reader, rimming, unprotected piv, ass play, anal, creampie. No age specified, no outbreak a/n : after Keep on your mean side and The burglary, this is the 3rd fic @aurorawritestoescape and I wrote together. We hope youâll like it â¤ď¸ Kate, writing with you is always such a pleasure â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸ ILY baby đđŤś
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You hacked his cell phone, his laptop, his alarm and video surveillance system several weeks ago. You studied his habits, what time he got up, what time he came home, and went to bed.Â
Joel Miller.
He runs one of the biggest construction companies in the region, and he is in charge of projects for a lot of wealthy clients. You had been paid to get plans of a house heâd built for one of them.Â
Having studied him well, you knew whether after coming home, he was going to eat, watch TV, go to bed, or watch porn, based on the way he walked, held himself, threw his keys on the cabinet in the hall.Â
He watched a lot of porn. Mainly rough, raw fucking, and gangbangs.Â
The first time you saw him watching porn, you had two surveillance screens in front of you, and you could see what he was watching, and him, at the same time.
That first time, he started playing the video, and touched himself through the jeans. He did it slowly, taking his time, before unzipping his pants, and pulling out his cock and then his balls.Â
When you saw his dick, you couldn't believe your eyes. His cock was thick and long. You've never seen such a big dick, except in porn.Â
And the second time you watched him, you couldnât help but touch yourself too. Matching your rhythm to his, imagining his cock in your mouth, you wondered if youâd be able to take it all. What did his cum taste like. Then you imagined him thrusting into your pussy. Forcing its way inside your core, spreading your folds. You tried to feel the emotions it would give you, him fucking you. How he would tear you apart. How it could even make you cry.Â
You were imagining it every time you watched him, while his hand was moving up and down his cock. And when he came, you would come with him, moaning and imagining his cum spurted deep inside your pussy.
Last night, you received a notification when he got home. You approached your screens, your plate with pasta in hand. But this time he wasn't alone. He was walking up the stairs following a woman. His eyes were fixed on her ass in a tight dress. When they came to the bedroom, she turned to him and wanted to caress his cheek. But he grabbed her hand, stopping her, before taking her other hand as well, and pinning them behind her back. She paused for a moment, and he kissed her, his body against hers, before releasing her hands and grabbing her ass.Â
You put down your plate, and sat down facing the screens. You couldnât believe you were going to watch him fuck someone, after everything your mind had been imagining so far.
He told her to get on her knees, and he slowly pulled out his hard cock. You saw her eyes widen, like yours a few weeks ago. He didn't even ask her to suck him off. Everything about his attitude expressed dominance. The way he was towering over her holding his cock tightly. His gaze ordered her to blow him, without a word being needed to say. She took his tip in her mouth while he was still holding his cock.
You zoomed in on the camera, to see her face, her mouth up close. The way her lips curved around the tip, the way she tried her best to take it all. He kept talking to her, telling her how well she was doing, what a good girl she was. How he couldnât wait to fuck her cunt.
You slipped your hand into your pants and ran your index finger along your folds through your panties. You moaned, feeling how wet the fabric was.
On the screen, she was now taking him in her mouth entirely with greed. She emanated the desire for him. He continued his praise, and she was moaning at each word.Â
He told her to get up and get on the bed, on all fours, and to keep her clothes on.
He stripped completely naked, and even though it obviously wasn't the first time you'd seen him like that, once again you couldn't help but whimper. His torso was V-shaped, with broad shoulders and a thin waist. You marveled at his back muscles, his biceps, flexing as he knelt behind her.Â
He pulled her dress up over her waist, and caressed the roundness of her buttocks, before spanking her firmly. She cried out, but didnât try to move away from him. He smirked and spanked her a second time, harder, before pulling her panties down her thighs, and taking them off entirely.Â
He spread her ass cheeks with his big hands and leaned down, licking a stripe from her pussy to her ass. You saw her back arch and you envied her so much that your left hand tightened on your thigh. You couldn't wait any longer so you inserted your index and middle fingers into your pussy, to get them wet. You were so soaked that you could hear the obscene sounds your pussy was making. You glided your digits up to your clit, eyes fixed on the screen, where he was eating her out, his nose buried in her ass.Â
After he made her come, he stood up, grabbed his cock, and positioned himself at her entrance, waiting. You held your breath, and you imagined that she was certainly holding hers. You slid your middle finger down to your entrance, and moaned, like she did when he thrusted in slowly. You were pushing your finger into your weeping pussy while he was pushing his cock into hers. You groaned, wishing you didnât have only your fingers to get off, far from feeling what she could feel. He paused when his tip was inside her. She moaned, again, pleading, âoh my god JoelâŚyouâre too big. Move, please. Move.â He grabbed her hips and pulled back, before thrusting in again, firmly, this time without stopping. Fucking her intermittently, flooding her with his dirty talk, alternating praise and light degradation. How she was taking it good, how he was fucking her like the little slut she was. Sometimes, he would slow down the pace, before speeding up again.Â
Your orgasm hit you unexpectedly. Lazily, you continued to stroke yourself, spreading your wetness from your hole to your clit. Soon she came on his cock, crying out his name. A few minutes later he sent his load on her face, after ordering her to kneel on the floor.
Fuck, you thought. It wasn't the first time you'd seen one of the people you were watching fuck, but it was the first time you were unable to resist the urge to touch yourself, too turned on by what you were seeing on the screen.
After looking through all the data you collected, you still had nothing about the plans. You knew he had an old-fashioned safe. They must have been there. Your last option was to get the plans after breaking into his house, and forcing him to give you the combination. And you were going to do it the next night.
You enter his home, after paralyzing the alarm and surveillance system, and creating a video loop. You are dressed in black: hoodie, pants, gloves, balaclava. You walk quietly, using your phone to track him and check his whereabouts in the house. You go upstairs and head towards his bedroom. You know he's sitting at his desk checking his emails, his back to the bedroom door. A rookie mistake that made you smile the first time you spied on him. You take out your gun before entering the bedroom, so as not to make any noise. You know the carpet in his room will muffle the sound of your footsteps. You pass through his door frame, the gun pointed at him.
âHands in the air, and turn around, slowly. Donât get up.â
He freezes when he hears you and immediately looks at his surveillance screens, yet they donât show you. You can tell he's frowning, like he does so often. You remove the safety, and say âdonât make me repeat it.â He raises his hands in the air and slowly turns around. You see his gaze trying to peer into yours. But the light in his room is dim, and the balaclava doesn't allow him to see much. Your voice leaves no doubt that you are a woman, but you notice that he quickly looks behind you, to see if you are not alone. He seems surprised when he sees nobody else there.
âSlowly roll your chair towards me, 4 feet.â
He does as you ask, keeping his hands in the air and his gaze on you.
âDonât do anything stupid,â you say, taking out a pair of handcuffs. âI was able to neutralize your entire surveillance system. You understand that I am used to this type of intervention, right?â
He nods as you move closer to him. You chain him to the chair, your gun still pointed at him.Â
âDo what I ask, and I'll leave. Ok?"
He nods, and waits. He looks calm. You point to the wall on the other side of his bed with the painting that hides the safe.
"The combination?"
He gives it to you, and you go to open the safe, still watching him. The plans are there, stored with the others, which have no value to you.
You take the ones you need and walk around the bed, facing him again. An idea comes to you. Totally unprofessional. You look at him, and you think about all the times you spied on him. All those times you watched him jerk off. You think about the woman he fucked last night. You shake your head, trying to get rid of the thoughts that come to your mind.
You think about his cock again. His cum spurting out, reaching his lower abdomen, his thighs. The drops that glisten on his clenched fist. Without realizing it, you glance at his crotch. Half a second, but enough for him to notice it, and something changes in his eyes. He shows astonishment at first, then... interest. As if he was reading your mind. But he doesn't say anything. You're not surprised as he demonstrates his unfailing self-control.Â
And something inside you switches. You want to challenge him, to break his composure. So you do what you've never done, you put your professionalism aside and let your primal instincts take over. After all, you got what you came for. The plans.Â
âIâve been watching you for a long time.â He tilts his head to the side, slightly, and waits. âNights, mornings, evenings.â You discern a slight grin. But he doesn't crack. So you push again. âI saw the videos you watch. Several times a week. And I saw you with that woman last night.â
âAnd?â
âAnd, Iâm gonna take out your cock, and youâre gonna be a good boy, and let me do it, ok?â
You know, having seen him fuck that woman, that âgood boyâ isnât exactly the correct way to describe him. He isnât a nice guy when heâs fucking. But then again, you are hoping to crack his armor.
âWell, darlinâ... seems like I donât have a choice.â
You know itâs a bad idea, and his response doesnât reassure you. His tone is far too confident. But you have already crossed the line. Also he is tied up, and you are armed. You think âfuck itâ and approach him.
You place the gun on his desk, and kneel down, putting your hand on his crotch. You stay like that, your hand simply placed. You've watched him so many times, you've wanted him so many times, and now you don't want to hurry. You feel his cock twitch. You look up at him, and he tilts his head to the side, smirking. You unbutton his pants and slide your hand inside. He's not wearing underwear and you shiver when you feel the skin of his semi-hard cock.Â
A little voice inside you asks what the hell you're doing, putting yourself in danger like this. Kneeling in front of him, while heâs sitting in his chair. He could throw himself forward, or hit you with one of his knees. Make you fall. Even if his hands are tied up, it's too risky. You have always been calm in your work, extremely careful and conscientious. And then you put everything aside. For a cock.
You straddle him, and bring your nose to his neck. You breathe him in. His natural smell, his perfume. Finally you hear his breathing speeding up. The first sign of a slight crack in his armor. You grind your pelvis, brushing it against his crotch, and you feel him grow beneath you.
âDarlinâ, are you sure you wanna start this?â
You face him defiantly and this time you don't hesitate before taking out his cock. Itâs much harder than a few moments ago. You offer him your hand, palm up and say âspit.â He spits, and after taking him in your hand, you begin gently jerking him.
âFuck, sweetheartâŚyou want it that bad?â You release his cock and rub yourself against him, through your thin pants, bracing your hands on his shoulders. He sighs deeply this time.
âHow many times did you touch yourself, watching me, darlinâ?â
You donât answer, so he smiles and adds âthat many, huh? This little pussy needs my fat cock so much youâre ready to risk your mission for takinâ it?â
âDonât make me gag youâ, you say, feeling his precum soak through your clothes.
âOh, sweetheartâŚcome onâŚIâm sure you like this talk. A slut like you, wants to hear nasty things. You wanna hear me, telling you how Iâm gonna fuck your holes.â
âFuckâ, you say, grinding against him a little faster.
âJust what I thought. Fuck, the things Iâd do to you, if I werenât tied up. Iâd make you scream on my thick cock.â
You tilt your head back getting lost in the pleasure, turned on even more by his dirty talk.Â
You miss the way his gaze darts to the door and donât hear a man quietly approaching you two.Â
The next thing you feel is hands grabbing you by the arms and throwing you off Joel. You fall on the floor, hitting your head and back and get disoriented for a second. The carpet softens your fall, and you rush to get up but the man jumps you and straddles your hips. âGet her!â you hear Joel roar behind you two. The man clasps your wrists with his big hands and you see his face. You recognise him immediately - Tommy Miller, Joelâs brother and his business partner. He overpowers you easily and pins your hands over your head. His face is right over you, his thighs and crotch push your hips to the floor and you canât help but get turned on. What the fuck is wrong with you? First Joel and now him?!Â
Youâre scolding yourself inwardly trying to push the man off, but his legs are too strong and youâre completely powerless against him.Â
âHey, baby,â he greets you with a smile, breathing heavily over you and you hiss back, âGet off me!â
He just laughs and quickly gets up, pulling you up and dragging you to the bed. He throws you on the soft mattress and straddles your waist this time.Â
Joel shouts, âHandcuffs, top drawer, Tommy!â
Fuck! Of course he has handcuffs!
You wriggle under Joelâs brother but the man grabs your shoulders and presses you against the bed. He clasps your throat and squeezes it lightly, making you focus on unclamping his fingers around your neck while he opens the drawer in the nightstand with his free hand and finds the handcuffs. You scream, the sound hoarse and weak because of the hand around your throat. As the last attempt to break free, you hit his back really hard and Tommy grunts and slaps your face with the hand holding the handcuffs. It doesnât hurt much as your face is still covered with the balaclava but the whiplash makes you stop fighting for a second and itâs enough for him to lift your hand and handcuff you to the headboard. You hear Joel laugh with triumph and start tugging on the chain. You sit up hastily and Joel tells Tommy to get the handcuffsâ key from your pocket.Â
He locks eyes with you and smirks, and you notice his semi hard cock twitch. You grind your teeth feeling anger and frustration rise up in your throat, as Tommy searches for the key.Â
Having found it he runs to his brother and unlocks the handcuffs. Joel tucks his cock in his pants, then gets up rubbing his wrists, and steps up to the foot of the bed. Nerves and fear are gnawing at your stomach but you donât show it, throwing daggers at the men with your blown eyes.Â
âWhat the fuck is it, Joel? Is it one of your exes?â Tommy asks with a chuckle, placing his hands on the hips and looking you over.Â
âNot yet,â Joel replies, walking around the bed and coming closer to you. You start tugging on the chain with both hands, being afraid of what they might do to you. Joelâs hand darts to your head and he takes your balaclava off in one swift move.Â
âPretty little slut,â Joel praises you and Tommy whistles.Â
âFuck you!â you spit out glaring at the men.Â
âYou will, sweetheart, donât worry,â Joel chuckles and turns to his brother throwing your mask on the floor.Â
âCan you believe it, Tommy? Catwoman here wanted to get the plans from my safe and also bounce on my cock?â
Tommy gawks at you and then a lopsided smile twists his face, âWhat a slut! Wait! You sure sheâs not a birthday hooker a friend sent you? The role playing kind?âÂ
Joel doesnât tear his eyes off you, examining every inch of your body and face, âNah, sheâs a professional. Been surveilling me for some time, deactivated my security system.âÂ
âShe was grinding on your dick when I found you two. Not very professional,â Tommy chuckles and you avert your eyes as shame twists your stomach.Â
âSheâs a pro and a huge slut I guess,â Joel adds with a smirk. As if your own body mocks you, you feel yourself gush hearing their words.Â
âSheâs hot, Joel, we can give the girl what she wants,â Tommy says, flopping at the foot of the bed.
âI donât want your dicks, you assholes, let me go!â you exclaim but your command sounds far from confident. You know youâre toast. Theyâll call the police and youâll be arrested and sentenced and âŚ
âWant a deal, sweetheart?â Joel interrupts your pessimistic thoughts with a question. He walks to his brother and sits next to him on the other side of the bed. Too far for you to kick him.Â
âHow about the three of us spend this night together and in the morning weâll let you go. Without my plans of course. But I wonât call the police on you and will forget all about your⌠visitâ, he adds and you see Tommyâs eyes light up at the proposition.Â
Theyâre both looking at you waiting for your answer and you swallow loudly before asking with a shaky voice, âyou promise?âÂ
Tommy shoots you a blinding smile while Joelâs smirk disappears and his eyes get dark when he replies, âI guess you know me well by now, darlinâ, so youâre aware that I always keep my promises.âÂ
You turn your head to look at your hand chained to the bed, then return your gaze back to the two men staring at you, and you know you have no other choice if you want to get out of the situation as a free person.Â
You nod chewing on your lip, nervously glancing at Joel and then Tommy.Â
âWords, sweetheart, I want to hear you say it,â Joel commands in a soft but stern tone.Â
âYes, I agree.â
âGood girl,â Tommy coos at you as he gets up and comes up to you. He sits down on the bed inches from you and looks at Joel, waiting for his older brother to give him a command.Â
âDonât uncuff her yet,â Joel grunts, adjusting his bulge, âshe might be lying to us. I wanna see her naked first.â
âI wonât run, I promise,â you beg, pleading eyes glued to Joel.Â
But the man only smirks, âIâm not sure I can believe a thief like yourself. Weâll undress you and play with you and youâll be uncuffed when I say so, got it, little slut?â Joel rumbles and you rub your thighs to get much needed pressure on your pussy. His voice, his confidence, his words ignite fire inside your core.Â
âYes,â you reply and take a deep breath. You feel nervous but it mixes with the familiar excitement that you usually feel before fucking someone for the first time. You tell yourself you need to be focused to find an opportunity to escape but your pussy aches with desire that clouds your mind. Joel gets up and settles down next to you.Â
âTake her pants off,â he tells Tommy and his brother immediately follows the command, unclasping the button and tugging the zipper down while Joel lifts up your hoodie exposing your bra. Tommy tugs down your pants and you lift your hips helping him. You want to show how eager you are to fuck them, to make them trust you. You donât have to act that hard though.Â
Tommy quickly takes the pants off your legs and the men pause, staring at your black lacy set. He licks his lower lip and Joel adjusts himself again.Â
âFuck, are you absolutely sure sheâs not a hooker, brother?â Tommy asks, not tearing his eyes from your body.Â
âSheâs got a gun, Tommy,â Joel gambles, nodding in the direction of the desk.Â
Tommy looks back just noticing the gun, stands up and walks to it. You see him taking your weapon and fear freezes your heart. Tommy confidently opens the magazine and checks the bullets.Â
âFuck, itâs real,â he mumbles looking back at you with concern in his dark eyes, âYou know you can kill someone with this thing, kitty?âÂ
You look at him confidently and a smile tugs at your lips. Joel interrupts you two with his gruff voice,
âEnough talking. Letâs fuck her already.â He leans closer to you and tugs down your bra. Tommy returns to the bed and immediately gets between your legs. They ogle at your naked breasts pushed up by the bra and you bite your lips seeing how hard your nipples are for them.Â
âYou've got pretty tits, baby," Tommy praises you while his warm hands are gliding up and down your thighs.
"Would look even prettier with my cum on 'em," Joel mumbles as he takes your nipple between his fingers and twists it. You whimper and they both chuckle.
"Thirsty little slut," Joel comments and then tells Tommy to take your panties off. The younger brother hooks his thumbs under the waistband giving you a smile, pulls your soaked panties down and slides them off your legs. He tosses them on the floor and pushes on the insides of your thighs, opening you wider.
The men leer at your glistening pussy and the atmosphere in the room shifts. The air gets heavier, thicker as their blown and hungry eyes take in every inch of your exposed body. They are fully driven by instinct now. They caught you and it's time to devour their prey.
Joel grumbles, âLook at this sloppy cunt, Tommy, sheâs been soaking my bed all this timeâ.Â
You want to close your legs but Tommy holds them open, asking with a smirk, âDo you like being handcuffed so much, or does the humiliation turn you on?â
âI think her cuntâs getting ready to be pounded by two big cocks,â Joel rumbles.Â
âRemind me sweetheart, what were ya doinâ to me before my brother came?â
You feel yourself blushing and struggle to respond, stammering a few words âI uhâŚâ
âDonât act shy. Not after rubbing against me like a whore. Not after ruining this job for my cock.â
He grabs your chin with his hand, and lifts your face towards his.
âTell my brother what you saw last nightâ, he asks, his piercing eyes fixed on you.
âIâŚsaw him having sex with a woman.â
âHaving sex?â Joel smirks.
âFucking a womanâ you correct, as you look at him defiantly this time.
âNo shit! Liked what you saw, baby?â Tommy asks.
You can't help but shiver thinking back to the images from the evening before, thinking that you're going to be fucked the same way as her, and you feel your pussy clench.
âDid you touch yourself, watching my brother fuck her?â
There's no point in lying now, and you answer "yes. Yes I touched myself. Till I came.â
âOhâŚsuch a bad girlâ Tommy sneers.
Joel finally releases you from the handcuffs, takes off your hoodie and bra, and Tommy moves to the side of the bed. Joel turns you around, making you lie face down. Youâre clenching your fists at your sides, breathing heavily, waiting for what theyâre going to do to you. The bed lowers under Joelâs weight, and you feel his bulge in the hollow of your ass, and his mouth at your ear.
âDid you enjoy turning me on? Playing with my cock and my nerves?â He presses his crotch harder against you and you canât help but moan hearing his words, and feeling his body against yours. He slips his hand between your bodies and you hear a zipper. The next moment he nudges your entrance with his fat tip, barely pushing in.
âOh fuck!â
âDonât act surprised. You know I have a big one. Did you imagine taking it in your cunt? Your mouth?"
When you donât respond quickly enough, Tommy intervenes âkitty, come on. We already know youâre a slut. Be a good girl and answer him.â
Joel pushes his cock in a little deeper and you exclaim, âYes! Yes I imagined you fucking me, damnit.â
âYouâre so fucking wetâŚâ he thrusts in slowly, and you canât help but hold your breath. You feel your walls parting, just how you imagined, and you gasp.
âFuck, this cunt is so tight, TommyâŚI donât know if Iâve ever fucked a hole this tight.â He grabs your hair with one hand, one hip with the other one, using it as leverage every time he thrusts in, deeper each time, until he bottoms out. He sighs, staying still, "so darlin', is it what you hoped for?"
âDon't stop please, move, move⌠Youâre⌠fuck. Your dick is too fat.â He chuckles in your ear, hearing you. "I won't move unless you answer me."
âYes, fuckâŚyes!â
He smiles and places his forearms on either side of your body, pulling his pelvis back before thrusting deep. Every movement makes you suffocate.
âMmmm you take it so good, sweetheart. Remember, when you wanted me to be a good boy, earlier? Am I?â you hear a smirk in his tone, now that he is using you like he pleases. He keeps pounding you against the bed, and you canât even answer him. Not that he wants you to.
You look to the side at Tommy, his eyes fixed on the two of you, his hand slowly stroking his cock, and damn, he's almost as big as his brother. When he sees your gaze on him, he smiles, saying âOh, baby⌠wondering how youâre gonna manage to take our cocks. Weâll make them fit, donât worry.â
Joel is thrusting in quickly now, his mouth still close to your ear, his grunts turning you on even more. He slows down, then withdraws. You feel empty and whine, and he spanks your ass.
He gets up, tucks his cock in his jeans, and says âbring her hereâ to his brother. He walks towards his desk and pushes everything carelessly to the side with one hand. Tommy grabs your arm to help you up, lifts you by the thighs and you wrap your legs around his waist. Your pussy comes to rest on his crotch, and you moan again. He grabs his cock and slides it directly into your entrance and your pussy clenches on it. The position allows him to pierce you so deep you gasp.
ââYeah, baby, just like that. My brother was right, you're fuckinâ tight.â
He takes the back of your neck in his hand and kisses you, his tongue seeking yours hungryly. His perfume smells of violets, cedar and patchouli, and it intoxicates you. He carries you to the desk, keeping you pressed down on his shaft, still kissing you, and then sits you down on it. He moves away pulling out of you and Joel takes his place between your thighs, placing his hand on your pussy. He pushes two fingers in, eyes fixed on yours and you moan at the intrusion. His thumb finds your clit, and rubs it in circles.
âWant that cock? Gotta earn it. Cum on my fingers,â he orders you.
Tommy takes your chin between his fingers, turns your face towards him and you two kiss again. He grabs your hand and places it against his crotch, and you groan, your tongue against his. Joel runs his nose along your cheek, and whispers in your ear âI canât wait for us both to fuck you, sweetheart.â
âFuck youâre so hot, baby,â Tommy tells you, parting his lips from yours as your hand is jerking his cock. âYouâre gonna cum on my brotherâs fingers?â
âYeahâŚâ you breathe out, resting your forehead against Tommyâs. Soon your pussy starts clenching on Joelâs fingers and you come moaning loudly. He lets you ride out your orgasm, releasing your clit from his thumb, but pushing a third finger into your pussy.
âOkay, lay down now,â he tells you, pressing on your chest.Â
Your breathing struggles to calm down, as youâre lying with your legs spread shamelessly on the desk of the guy you were supposed to rob. He and his brother already fucked you, and part of you doesn't understand how you got to this point. The other part of you doesnât give a fuck about the plans. You wait, your gaze darting from one man to the other.
Joel finally removes his fingers from your pussy and licks them, while looking at you. Everything about him smells like a wild animal. He is dominant and calm.Â
Joel spreads your folds with his thumbs, saying âLook how this cunt is drooling.â
âDamn! I wanna clean this pussy up, man.â Joel steps aside to make way for Tommy who kneels between your legs, hands resting on your inner thighs, holding you open against the table.
He brings his face closer to your pussy and spits on it, making you shiver. He smears his saliva with his thumb and you can't help but arch your back. He grabs one of your calves and places it against his shoulder, spreading your other thigh further on the table.
You bite your lip, and glance at Joel. He looks like a feline getting ready to devour a mouse and taking its time, knowing that the prey has nowhere to go. Tommy spits again, this time spreading the saliva all the way to your ass. You tense up slightly and he laughs, saying âcome on, baby, relax. I see your little hole contracting. I'm sure it wants some dick too.â The tip of his tongue presses against your ring, and you bring your hand to your mouth. You didnât consider theyâd fuck you there, and you wonder if you'll be able to take one of them. They are much girthier than anyone who has ever fucked your ass.
Tommy continues to run his tongue over your ass, and pushes his thumb into your pussy. The double stimulation makes you moan and you close your eyes for a moment. When you open them again, Joel is standing next to your face, cock in hand. You gulp seeing it so close. His cock is gorgeous, but thick. So thick.
âOpenâ, he says, and you obey. You round your lips, stick out your tongue a little, and look at him, letting him take the initiative. He places the tip on your tongue and leans forward slightly, just enough to spit on his shaft. The saliva disappears in your mouth along with his cock.
As Joel's dick slides into your mouth down to your throat, Tommy licks from your ass to your clit, and replaces his thumb with two fingers, then three. His ring finger moves down from your pussy to your ass, and he presses lightly to get it inside. He focuses his tongue on your clit and fucks both of your holes with his fingers. Quickly, you feel a wave of pleasure wash over you, and Joel pulls back, squeezing your throat in his hand with a firm grip. He holds your throat tight throughout your orgasm. When your spasms subside, Tommy tells you to turn around, and you lean over the table, cheek resting against the wood. He spreads your buttocks and spits on your ass, before licking it again with the flat of his tongue. Joel stands in front of his brother, on the other side of the desk, and tells you, âSuck my cock. Again.â
You plant on your forearms on the desk and take him into your mouth, just as Tommy stands up and thrusts suddenly into your pussy, his thumb buried in your ass.
âOh fuck⌠I love that pussy. But your ass is next. Ya gonna take it, right baby?â
He doesn't wait for you to respond, and fucks you quickly, Joelâs cock still sliding in your throat.
âIs she ready to take it up her ass?â Joel asks brushing the hair away from your face while youâre choking on his thick member.Â
âSheâll never be ready for my big dick,â Tommy laughs, âbut Iâm sure sheâs a brave girl, huh?â He slaps your asscheeks, getting your attention.Â
Your whole body is sliding back and forth along the table. You feel like a fuck toy in their greedy hands and you love the feeling so much, you canât concentrate on anything less. You raise your hazy eyes up to Joel and he smirks seeing your fucked out face.Â
âDamn, Tommy, you should see her right now, the slutâs on cloud nine,â he pauses, thrusting into your mouth and adds, âletâs get her back to the bed. Iâm ready to pump her full of my cum.â
Tommy immediately follows his brotherâs order and pulls out of your weeping hole. His thumb leaves your ass at the same time Joelâs cock slides out of your mouth. You whine feeling empty without their dicks and fingers plugging you up and the brothers laugh at you. You feel Tommyâs hands under your arms as heâs helping you up on your feet. Your legs are trembling and you grab his shoulders for stability. He whistles seeing the state of you. âLet me help you, baby.â He takes your body in his arms and carries you bridal style to the bed.Â
Joelâs already waiting for you there, his back resting against the headboard. Heâs looking at you with a smirk. You hate his smug expression but canât deny the immense pleasure they both are giving you tonight.Â
âCome here, darlinâ, time to sit on my cock.â
Tommy kisses your temple and places you on Joelâs lap who quickly manhandles you into straddling him, with your knees on the bed and pussy pressing Joelâs throbbing cock to his lower belly. He grabs your hips with his big hands, as his thumbs are drawing circles on your skin.Â
âGot lube?â Tommy asks and Joel nodes to the nightstand. While Tommy is searching for it you drop your head and marvel at Joelâs angry tip. Itâs leaking precum on his belly and absentmindedly you deep your finger into the little puddle and bring it to your lips to taste him again. You look up at Joel sucking on your digit while heâs watching you with a hungry gaze.Â
âRemember what I told you, earlier? The things I would do to you, if I werenât tied up. How Iâd make you scream on this thick cock. Well, darlinâ... itâs time to scream on it.âÂ
He spreads his legs and you sense the bed deep down under Tommyâs weight. Heâs behind you, between Joel's legs now and you feel his breath on your neck, his fingers caressing your arms.Â
âLetâs do it, brother,â you hear Tommy mumble behind you and in the next moment Joelâs hand lifts you as he holds his cock up.Â
âCanât believe itâs been so long since we used a fuckdoll like thatâŚAll we needed was a hot slut, and this one came to us by herself.â
You whimper at his words, and keep yourself steady by placing your hands on his shoulders, feeling the steel of his muscles under your palms. He nudges your hole with his wet tip and being impatient to be plugged up again, you sink on his cock in one go. Joel breathes out with a groan and you hear Tommyâs âfuckâ. You moan, feeling Joelâs cock hit your cervix and start moving your hips riding him as your walls are trying to accommodate his girth.Â
Tommy presses his chest to your back as his hands snake around your body and he cups your breasts, pinching and twisting your nipples.Â
âLet me fuck your tight ass, baby. Iâll be gentle I promise,â you hear his whispering in your ear and you canât believe you agree so fast, but as if your body acts on its own you bend over pressing your breasts to Joelâs chest and resting your face in the crook of his neck. His smell intoxicates you and you continue grinding your hips against him, rubbing your clit on his lower stomach.Â
âDonât be too rough, Tommy, we donât wanna break her,â Joel says and his neck vibrates, pressed to your lips, and you dart out your tongue to lick his skin.Â
He chuckles as his arms envelop your body and he thrusts up into you making you gasp. âReady for both of our cocks, sweetheart? My brotherâs dick is getting cold,â he mumbles into your ear and you whine with need. They take it as a yes and you feel a glob of lube land on your ring. Tommy pushes his finger into your tight hole and starts working you open slowly while Joel is sliding his length in and out of you.Â
Tommyâs finger leaves your asshole but is quickly replaced by the tip of his cock. You take a deep breath of air and Joel hugs you tighter, comforting you, âyou can do it, darlinâ. Heâs big but you just need to relax. Iâm sure a slut like you will love it.â
With that he tilts your head up and his lips find yours. Heâs kissing you gently, holding the back of your head with his hand, while the other is rubbing your back.Â
You donât simply relax, you absolutely melt into the kiss and his embrace. Every muscle of your body gets soft as Tommy slides his tip into your asshole.Â
âYeah, fuck, Joel, sheâs something else. Why do I never get robbed?â Tommy huffs as his fingers are digging into your hips.Â
Youâre making out with Joel, his tongue tangled with yours while his brother gradually slides his whole length into your tight ass. You feel so full with both of their cocks inside you, your whole body buzzes. When Tommyâs balls hit your pussy you moan into Joelâs mouth and your lips leave his.Â
âOh, fuck,â you bite your lip mercilessly, your breaths deep and frequent, as your pussy and asshole squeeze their cocks. âplease, move!âÂ
They donât make you wait. Joel starts gently thrusting up into your pussy while Tommy pulls his cock out of your ass almost to the tip and then pushes it back in slowly. Youâre moaning and whimpering into Joelâs neck still getting used to the feeling of two fat cocks piercing you.Â
âYouâre doing so good, kitty, taking us so well,â Tommy praises you, holding your asscheeks spread for him while his length disappears in your tight hole.Â
âSit up, sweetheart, wanna see you,â Joel murmurs into your ear, and gently helps you lift your torso while theyâre using both of your holes. You brace yourself on his broad chest, your nails digging into his golden skin and as soon as your chest levels with his face he reaches up to take your nipple into his hot mouth. His hand is kneading your other breast and youâre reveling in an ocean of pleasure. The brothersâ cocks in your ass and pussy, Joelâs tongue swirling around your nipple, their hands squeezing and rubbing, roaming over your trembling body. Itâs so much, but you crave even more. You start moving up and down on their cocks first slowly and then with higher intensity.Â
âLook at this slut, Tommy. Sheâs full of cock and still insatiable,â Joel groans parting from your breast and Tommy takes it as a command as he begins fucking into your ass with vigor. The ache youâre feeling is nothing against the pleasure heâs giving you and you reach back with your hand grabbing his neck and pulling him to you. Soon heâs nipping and licking at your neck as the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the bedroom mixing with your moans and their growls.Â
âWanna cum again, little slut?â Joel asks.
âCum for us, kitty,â Tommy coos at you and adds, âFuck, Joel. Wanna bet sheâll squirt?âÂ
âWill you squirt on our cocks, darlinâ?â Joel asks you and you moan in reply as your core tightens.Â
âShit, sheâs close,â Tommy groans, fuck.. choking my cock.â
Sensing that you need a little push Joel puts his fingers on your throbbing clit and rubs it up and down. You cry out as your climax hits you and youâre shaking, squeezing their cocks as your squirt is leaking out of your used pussy. You barely hear Joel praising you âthatâs it, such a good girl, coming so hard on our cocks.â They donât stop moving and you hear lewd squelching sounds your pussy is making. Â
âFuck, yeah!â Tommy exclaims through groans and panting. Soon they both follow you. First Tommy pumps his hot cum into your ass and then Joel erupts filling your pussy up. Thereâs so much cum in you it drips out of your holes while their cocks are pulsating inside you.Â
When your climaxes subside, you lean on Tommy as satisfaction is coursing through your body. Youâre so cock dumb you barely notice Joelâs hand on your throat. Your eyes lock as he praises you, âYou did such a good job, little slut.â You give him a naughty smile, still panting.
Tommyâs hands snake around to your breasts as he gives them a playful squeeze. âThat was amazing, baby. Thanks for robbing my brother,â he chuckles and then tilts your head to face him and kisses you. Youâre lazily making out both still trying to catch your breath until you part from him and he pulls his cock out of you. Your asshole aches and you know tomorrow youâll be sore but you donât care. You get up on your knees and Joelâs softening cock unplugs your pussy. Your combined cum drips out and slides down your inner thighs. The bedding under Joel is completely soaked and you smile.Â
You're exhausted and it's late. Without really realizing it, you fall asleep between the brothers. You only remember one of them pulling the blanket over your naked bodies.Â
When you wake up a few hours later, it's still dark outside. You carefully get off the bed, collect your stuff, take one last look at Joel and Tommy, still asleep, and leave.
Joel wakes up from the sound of a notification on his phone. He grabs it and sees an email from [email protected] -Â
âThanks for the great fuck. And for the plans. You both are such good boys! And heavy sleepers;)â
******************* Thank you for reading đ
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I Have Evolving Thoughts on Franâs Sexuality
(god hannah dodd is so pretty)
First of all letâs thank GOD francesca is the queer sister and notâŚthat other one.
Anyways upon my initial viewing of part 2 I definitely read Fran as bisexual and if you continue to read her as such I think thatâs fine but my mind has changed on the matter.
I believe that Fran is actually a lesbian suffering from comphet.
The reason this actually started to seem likely to me is because of her wedding scene with John. The whole season I thought they seemed so taken with one another and I enjoyed their quiet dynamic. They were more than comfortable sitting in silence with one another and seemed to grow closer in that way.
I like many others assumed this meant their love was romantic, but that kiss
Would a woman who is attracted to men make this face after kissing the man she loves? I donât think so. Some people seem to think itâs because sheâs shy but it doesnât seem like sheâs even thinking about her family here. It seems like she has retreated into her own thoughts. It seems like she was disappointed. And after spending the whole season feeling nothing for any of the men she meets why wouldnât she be. She met a man she loved and she kissed him and she didnât feel those sparks.
Now Fran is also autistic coded so this initially affected the way I viewed her relationships as well, but all of that changes when you take into account Michaela.
Francesca immediately starts to stutter and is flustered when she sees Michaela. We have never seen Fran act this way with a man, even her husband. It wasnât for no reason that Violet describes how she felt the first time she fell in love with Edmund and then almost immediately after Fran reacts the same way to Michaela. The butterflies, not being able to string a sentence together. This was foreshadowing.
Some people were upset because they said it erased everything Fran said about having a quiet love and that is somewhat true, but I disagree with people saying that it erases slowly built love when Polinâs whole story is about love not striking you like a bolt of lightning.
None of this is to say she canât love John, I believe she does I just feel it is platonic, and the loss of John would hit hard even if he was her best friend. John is one of the great loves of her life but who is to say that love is romantic? Friendships are the foundation of our lives and they are equally as important as any romantic relationship. Fran met someone who understands her and is like her, that doesnât mean she has to have romantic attraction for him.
Some of this is affected by personal bias as I am a late-blooming lesbian, but holy shit the way I relate to Fran wanting to get married just because it would mean she wouldnât have to pursue any other relationships with men and the way she was willing to accept whoever the Queen deemed fit because she didnât have any criteria except âis kind to meâ. Fran does not seem to be searching for love as she has not felt it before. The closest she comes is with John because the two of them are so similar and I believe she thought that because she liked him so much that she must be in love with him which is just soâŚlesbian coded I donât know how to explain it.
This isnât to say bisexuality isnât real or is âjust a phaseâ. Ew. Gross. No. This is just the way I am interpreting the character with the information we have now. If it comes out definitely that she is bisexual then I will accept that, sapphic rep is so needed.
All in all they look so good and I canât wait to see these queers kiss and have a romance.
Also I think that Michaela still could have fallen first. Fran just realized she was a dyke at that exact moment and her brain stopped working which is valid. But did you see the way Michaela looked at her. I KNOW A LESBIAN FALLING IN LOVE WHEN I SEE ONE.
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Always Return to You (Shanks x Reader NSFW)
Warnings: Some guys being creepy, gn afab! reader, love confessions, slight exhibitionism (the tavern is closed but yknow), PiV sex, creampie, not beta read
WC: 2.8k
Summary: You and Shanks have been flirting for a while now and you canât help but wonder if itâs just entertainment for him- or if he has the same feelings that you do.
Note: I mean thereâs a reason heâs bagged Buggy and Mihawk. This man has skills. This man has swagger. I hope I captured a sliver of his BDE.
When the Red Haired Pirates rolled into town you always knew you were in for some long nights serving at the local bar. You didnât mind though, they always tipped well, were significantly nicer than your average pirate, and then, of course, there was the captain.
You never know what to make of Shanks. Logically you know heâs got a huge bounty and a reputation for being one of the strongest pirates in all the seas. But when he rolls into the bar with a lopsided grin and the laugh of a man who doesnât have a worry you canât see a terrifying pirate.
His crew and him hang around your bar for a week every few months while they restock in a large port nearby and you canât help but look forward to when his ship cruises in. Youâve built quite the friendship up with Shanks over the years, finding him easy to get along with and easier to talk to. The two of you have shared stories until the morning hours and despite everything heâs experienced he still cares and pays attention to yours as much as you do his.
And, if you are able to admit just to yourself, you love the flirting. Shanks flirts with everyone, and youâre no exception to his wandering gaze and cheeky words. Even though his affections are not only for you you canât help but feel special when his eyes travel down your figure. You give it as good as he gives too and Shanks always loves it, but neither of you have ever crossed that line.
Heâs a pirate captain. Youâre just some server. Itâs never going to happen.
But that doesnât stop the pang of jealousy you feel every time you see him leave the bar with someone else tucked under his arm. You would never do or say anything but deep down you wonder how it feels to have that strong hand on the small of your back or that bright red hair in your fingers while his head was-
âDid ya miss me?â You almost drop a drink when you hear Shankâs voice right next to you.
Looking up you see him leaning on the bar next to you, that stupid lopsided smile on his face. You have to fight down embarrassment that he just caught you in the middle of thoughts about him. Having been brought back to reality you finally notice the rest of his crew taking seats in the tavern, rowdy in a way that makes you feel like youâre having fun as well.
âDo you think I wait around for you to come back?â You donât look at him, just continue loading drinks onto your tray for the other large party of pirates here.
âOf course not.â He slides a bit closer and helps you balance the final drinks. âJust thinkinâ about how I missed lookinâ at you.â
You shoot him an annoyed look, but thereâs no malice behind it. âYeah, yeah. You say that to everyone.â
âBut I mean it with you.â He fires back.
âKeep dreaming.â You say as you walk away to deliver the drinks.
âAlways of you baby!â He shouts with a laugh, finally moving back to his crew.
You roll your eyes but canât help the large grin that comes over your face. Shanks has a way of making the atmosphere lighter and honestly, you needed it tonight.
The Red Haired Pirates werenât the only group in here tonight- some low level scumbags occupied half of the tavern and you cringed when you turned to deliver their drinks and got greeted with drunken catcalls. But you took a deep breath and pushed all your emotions down as you handed everyone their drinks. At least with Shankâs crew here you know someone will tip well tonight.
Throughout the night you hover around the Red Haired Pirates, seeking the kind reprieve from the more obnoxious guests of the night. Everyone is kind to you and you catch up on the adventures they had while they were away. You donât pay special attention to Shanks, but you can feel his gaze on you whenever youâre around. The way he looks at you versus the way everyone else does- itâs hard to place whatâs different logically but it just is. You feel safe with Shanks, no matter what you know that if you ever seriously said no he would back off, which is not something youâd trust most men to do.
As the night wears on everyone gets drunker and sloppier and the guests start getting worse and worse. Itâs becoming exhausting to ignore the hoots and hollers mixed with nasty whispers when you bring the next round of drinks. The Red Haired Pirates have been slowly leaving as the night wore on and not having that buffer was starting to take its toll. Luckily, Shanks was still there.
Despite the amount of drink you know heâs had heâs surprisingly composed as he sits back in the wooden booth. His gaze has something stirring underneath it and you follow his sight line over to the other crew of pirates. Sliding him another drink you decide to question him.
âThey a rival crew or something?â You canât imagine that sloppy group could compare to Shankâs crew, but you werenât sure what else it could be.
âNo.â He doesnât stop staring. âBut if those dirty assholes donât stop eye-fucking you they are going to regret it.â
Oh.
His words stop your thoughts in your tracks and you can feel your brain having to hard reboot. Your body has no issues though and you can feel arousal pool down in your belly.
âYou donât-â You stumble over your words as your brain finally catches up. âItâs not a big deal.â
Shanks finally turns his gaze to you and seeing him serious is a strange feeling. âIt should be. You want me to deal with them?â
You glance back over at them and then down to your watch. âItâs almost closing anyways. They arenât worth your time.â
âBut you are.â When he says things like that normally heâs usually smiling with a light tilt to his voice but this time heâs deep and sincere. Your heart goes head over heels in your chest.
âI have to- um-â You point back to the bar where a few patrons are waiting to pay their tabs.
âIâll stay with you while you close, alright?â His words calm you, no longer having to worry about if any of your more unsavory guests are going to try and hang around after hours. You nod and smile at him before walking back to the bar to finish up your night.
Youâre not sure if Shankâs egregious glaring was the reason the final hours of the night went so smooth but youâre certainly not complaining. The rowdy patrons slowly filter out as you start to clean up and Shanks is surprisingly helpful, putting up chairs while you mop the floor. However, thoughts have been gnawing at the back of your head.
Finally having everything cleaned up and ready for tomorrow you and Shanks head for the door but you stop halfway and have to speak up. âShanks, can I ask you something?â
He stops and turns on his heels, slight concern on his face. âOf course.â
âDo you-â Embarassment works its way up your neck and you avoid Shankâs gaze. âI just have to know if-â
Shanks is patient with you, not speaking as he walks closer to you.
âDo you actually like me.â You finally manage to spit out. âBecause we have this thing and itâs fun but sometimes I wonder if this is how you act with everyone or-â
Your words trail off and thereâs silence. After a few moments you work up the courage and look up at Shanks. His bright red hair falls over his face as he seems lost in thought. You donât notice his arm moving until his hand interlinks in yours.
âI donât think like is really the word Iâd use.â He brings your hand up and presses a kiss to your knuckles. âLove might be more appropriate.â
âYou canât just say things like that.â Thereâs no hiding your embarrassment now, a blush probably covering every inch of your body.
âWhy not?â He uses his hold to pull you in closer, your chest grazing his. âItâs true.â
âAnd youâre not just going to sail away and leave me here?â You squeeze his hand, searching in his eyes if heâs telling the truth.
âI always come back for you, donât I? I certainly donât keep coming back here for the food.â His eyes are shining and he has that signature grin back in his face.
âYouâd keep coming back to me?â Your other arm comes up and drapes around his shoulder.
âNothing could stop me.â Thereâs a sincerity and strength to his words that has you melting.
His face is so close to your now that heâs taking over your senses. You can smell the beer youâve been serving him but the strong scent of the sea will probably always linger on him. You move closer, his lips painfully close to yours.
âAre you sure-â You donât even finish your question before Shanks has closed the small distance between you.
Youâve imagined what it would like to kiss him countless times but actually kissing him blows all of your fantasies out of the water. Slow but confident movements have you melting into him. His hand releases yours and snakes around to the small of your back, pulling your body flush with his. He doesnât let up until youâre breathless, pulling away with a gasp.
Shanks rests his forehead against yours patiently giving you time to breathe again. Turning your gaze up you lock eyes with Shanks again and you see a flash of hunger in his gaze before heâs kissing you again. Your knees go weak and you feel the low rumble of Shankâs chuckle as he starts to lead you backwards until you feel the back of your knees connect with a table. Breaking away again you hop up to sit on the table, hands coming up to grab Shanks by the collar of his shirt to pull him in again. His legs go between yours, forcing your thighs apart as he leans over you.
âSo.â His mouth comes down to your neck, words spoken in between opened mouthed kisses to the skin there. âYou want me to bring you back to my ship now or bring you back to my ship after Iâve fucked you on this table.â
The moan that leaves you is involuntary and you hook your legs around his waist, hoping that answers his question for him. It doesnât.
âOh câmon I want to hear you say it.â He comes back up to look you in the eyes. You try to turn away in embarrassment but his hand comes up and softly redirects your chin back to him.
âI want you to fuck me on this table.â You whisper, catching the way his pupils dilate at your words.
âThatâs it sweetheart.â He returns to attacking your neck as your arms come up around his neck.
Using your grip you drag you hips up to his and grind down, moaning when you feel his clothed erection through the layers of fabric. Unable to help himself he ruts his hips into yours, biting down into your neck.
âEager, arenât we?â His hand is at the waistband of your pants, slipping under and down to your center. Fingers quickly find your folds and he chuckles when he feels how soaked you are.
âBeen thinking about you all night.â You confess, lifting up into his touch.
âFuck, me too.â He kisses you with a renewed heat and you gasp into his mouth when you feel his fingers push into you.
Taking advantage of that his tongue enters your mouth and you let yourself be swept up in the sensations. Two calloused fingers scissor inside you and you grip Shankâs bright red hair at the base of his neck.
It isnât long until Shanks is pulling his fingers out and you whine at the loss. Youâre about to complain until you see him bring his fingers up to his mouth and lick your slick off.
âShit you taste good sweetheart.â You moan at his words and the heels of your shoes dig into his back. âShould I get a better taste now or later?â
Damn him and his choices. âLater- I need you inside me.â
You both break away for a few moments to fumble with your pants and you kick yours off fast, the wood cold against your bare ass. When Shanksâ pants come down you canât help but stare. Heâs big and while you are slightly afraid heâs not going to fit you would be lying if you werenât up for the challenge.
Shanks seems equally captivated by you, his hand pushing your thighs apart so he can get a better look. âI could feel you were soaked but damn, all this for me baby?â
âJust for you.â Those words seemed to be exactly what Shanks wanted to hear because he wastes no more time.
Gripping himself he drags the tip of his cock through your slick, mixing it with the precum leaking out of him. He slaps his tip onto your clit and your hands shoot out to his shoulders to stead yourself.
âStop being such a tease.â You huff.
âOh câmon you know you love it.â But he relinquishes to you, lining himself up with your entrance.
Even just the push of his tip into you stretches you and you take deep breaths as he slowly sinks further into you. The stretch rides the line between pain and pleasure and you claw at Shanksâ back.
âYouâre doing so good for me baby. Taking me so well.â He whispers in you ear, soothing you as you adjust to his size.
It takes you a bit for the pain to completely fade into pleasure as he sits in you as far as he can go. When youâre finally ready for him to move again you nod, and Shanks begins to move. His pace is slow and you feel every inch of him drag in and out of you.
âFuck baby youâre so tight.â His head is pressed against your shoulder as he uses all of his self control to go slow with you.
âI just think-â You cut yourself off with a moan as he bottoms out again. âThat youâre just fucking big.â
Shanks laughs. âTwo things can be true.â
You canât stop the smile that comes over your face. His sense of humor was infectious like that. Your laughs turn into a moan as he picks up the pace, and you canât help but feel like youâre being split in half. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as he pulls you in for more deep kisses.
The slow build of your orgasm comes creeping up on you, your walls clenching around Shanks. You know he feels it because he stops kissing you to let out a deep groan as his thrusts stutter. It doesnât take him long to recover though and when he trusts into you again itâs faster and deeper than before. His hand comes down between the two of you and his skilled fingers work your clit while he whispers in your ear.
âNeed you to cum on my cock baby. Want you to remember this every time you work. Can you do that? Cum all over this table for me baby?â His filthy words and fast movements send you spiraling and itâs not long before youâre cuming with a scream.
Shanks isnât too far behind you. âWhere-â
You donât need him to finish his sentence and you use the remaining strength in your legs to lock his hips to yours. He cums deep inside you with a shudder and youâve never felt so full.
The two of you sit there intertwined as you both come down from your orgasms, heavy breaths the only noise in the room. When he finally pulls out you can feel his cum begin to leak out of you and you have to admit you love the feeling.
âIâll be right back.â Shanks kisses your forehead as he walks away for a moment but comes back with a damp rag to clean you and the table up.
âSo.â You link your arms around his neck. âI think you might have to carry me back to your ship.â
That lopsided grin is back on his face. âBaby if it were up to me Iâd carry you everywhere.â
âSo romantic.â
âAnything for the person I love.â He grabs your hand again, kissing your knuckles.
You know life will be hard with a partner whoâs a notorious pirate, but you know your heart is his and you wouldnât want it any other way.
#one piece x reader#one piece x you#shanks x reader#red haired shanks x reader#x reader#discordantwritings
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Not your usual undead
Daryl Dixon x reader
Which undead do you choose? The ones outside, or the one in front of you?
So, @ghostboneswrites2 said she's more of a vampire girly and my head did something.
Every breath burned in your lungs, the cold air not helping your sweaty self in the slightest as you ran for your life through the woods. Groups of walkers came out of nowhere, like they were coordinated to surround your group that you now inconveniently lost.
You ran for god knows how long, starting when the sun was barely above the horizon.
It looked like almost midday now, having stopped behind a large tree and spotting a large factory like wall halfway built into the rock wall behind it.
Large, blacked out and barricaded windows covered the front of the place. A hiding space.
You could rest there, you had to get in. It took some time but you managed to get in and close up from the inside, ensuring no one would follow.
It was too dark inside, you could barely find the flashlight you kept in your bag.
You clicked it on and heard a groan, immediately turning the light towards the sound and drew your knife again. Another groan. You followed the sound to get to the walker that had probably gotten stuck somewhere, currently being on its last legs before entirely decaying.
After making your way around the dump of a hall you found the source of the noise laying face down in the bed of a partially stripped truck. You held your knife up, ready to climb in and strike when the softest âdonâtâ came from the body.
The flashlight whipped into the direction of the head and you got another groan in response. Moving the flashlight over the rest of the body you shoved it with your boot and turned it over.
It was a man. A dirty old man with ratty long hair and a scruffy beard. He wore faded black jeans and a thick, dark green flannel.
He had weapons on him, but nothing else. He looked like he was dying.
"Are you bit?" You didn't even know if you expected an answer, but he did respond with great difficulty. "Hunger.."
"Leave.." The downed man groaned with the most urgency he could summon. "Smell good.. W'na eatya.."
You backed up, almost tripping backwards off the truck bed. With the stagger of tour body the flashlight beam came across his face once more, the shine reflecting off his eyes like an animal's. "Gah, fuck!" His hand flew up to cover his eyes, leaving his mouth open and breathinf heavily. Fangs?
"Oh fuck." In shock you dropped your knife. "You're one of those redneck werewolves that lived near here." You stepped further back, crouching back on the edge of the bed now.
"The fuck didya call me?" With newfound strength he hauled himself up into a sitting position. "In all'a mah hundreds o'years I got called lots'a names but yer the first one ta offend me like tha.."
He scoffed where he sat. "Callin' me a filthy mutt. Should kill ya fer tha.." A loud cough wracked his entire body, leaning forward on his hands, heaving. His body needed something to survive, it was already starting to eat away at itself.
"Wait. You're not?" Curiosity got the best of you and you leaned closer, placing a hand down in front of you. Right where you had dropped your knife just now and cut your palm. You hissed in pain, pulling back in perfect harmony with the man's sudden lurch forward.
His eyes were wild, mouth hanging open as he licked his lips. His hand moved to your knife and picked it up, bringing it to his lips and licking your blood off it before tossing it aside.
"Hand." The hand that just tossed aside your knife was now asking for your bleeding palm. "Ya owe me after callin' me a dog."
The blood was running down your sleeve by now, it was so gross. He needed to eat, just like you. Except he couldn't feed on whatever he found he needed animals. Or people.. And you swore to never let another person starve if they hadn't harmed you or your loved ones.
You extended your shaking hand out to him, anxiety spiking when his face got closer.
His hands found your wrist and fingers before his tongue dragged over the cut, a low moan escaping him at the taste.
You were about to comment when he jerked your arm closer. You fell forward, hands on his thigh to keep you from faceplainting into his chest. His hand moved down your arm and his now way longer fangs sunk deep into your wrist.
You let out a cry at the initial contact but quickly felt the pain fade, only a dull pulling sensation with each soft suck of his lips around the wounds.
It didn't hurt. It wasn't so bad after all. Somehow it was kind of nice, and his flannel was so soft against your cheek..
God, all that running had seriously tired you out.
Sleep, what an amazing idea..
Hou hadn't even realised you had passed out until you woke up in the truck bed, an old blanket covering you and the flickering of flames just off to the side.
"Welcome back." The man's voice held a lot more energy now, he was up and walking around the place. "C'mere. Ya gotta eat sum'n."
With the fire burning you could take a better look around. Your coat was off, now laying flat over the blanket that covered you. The place looked like it used to be an auto garage. The second you slipped from underneath the blankets you were back to freezing, grabbing your coat and pulling it on. "Jesus, how aren't you cold?"
"Tha's the first thing yer askin' me?" He scoffed with a smile on his face. "Ya know the dead don't feel cold, right?"
The dead.. "Oh that's just my luck, huh." You found your way to the fire and sat down close to it, taking in its warmth. "I run from the undead, right into the fangs of another kind of undead."
"Least I get ta choose if I wanna turn ya with a bite. 'Cept if I do I lose ma food again." The man held out a skewered piece of meat out to you, but you were reluctant to take it. "S'jus rabbit." He lifted a furry skin up into view, showing you the little bunny ears before tossing it aside again. "Went 'n found somethin' ta get yer strenght up after I fed off ya so much."
Accepting the food with a thanks, you took a small bite and let out a hum at how good it tasted. "You know," you started, pointing at your new companion with your food. "I always thought vampires were pretty boys with sticks up their asses who seduced their bloodbag wifeys." You twirled the stick in his direction before taking another bite.
"First ya call me a dog, n' now yer comparin' me ta them shitty teen movie fakes?" He snapped at you in annoyance, his face held a look that clearly said he was regretting not entirely draining you earlier.
Your hands shot up in response, quickly going into defensive mode. "Hey, don't get me wrong. I am not a fan of those fancy schmancy dudes. No sir."
You laughed at yourself around a mouthful of food, thinking back to those horribly made romance movies. "I like your type more. Yeah, ugh those skinny fucks always looked like they'd whine if they got blood on their shirts, man."
You earned a laugh with that comment. "Yer sayin' ya prefer me snackin' on ya 'n bleedin' all over ya next time?" You almost choked on a piece of meat then. "I'm sorry what? Next? No. Huh?" You couldn't tell if the heat rising to your cheeks was from his words or the food you almost choked on now.
"C'mon, promise ta take jus' wha I need." He took thw second rabbit skewer from next to the fire and handed it to you. "I'll keep ya fed, ya keep me fed. S'a great deal."
"I don't even know your name, how about you share that first." You snatched the skewer from his hand and chowed it down in no time while staring at him in wait for his response.
"Name's Daryl. Got cursed durin' a stupid drug deal mah brother took me along for." He sighed and leaned back, turning to stretch his legs. "Now ya know ma name. Yer fine stickin' 'round now?"
You could only roll your eyes at him at that. "Alright you know what? I'll admit I prefer rhe company of your type of undead over those outise, and I bet my old group has all become part of those shitty undeads so yeah. I'll stick around."
A/N: I don't think I've ever written for vampires ever so I hope this is okay.
#sometimes i write#daryl dixon#daryl dixon x reader#daryl dixon imagine#daryl dixon fanfiction#twd daryl#twd daryl x reader#daryl x reader#twd#the walking dead#twd au#vampires
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â§â¤ SYNOPSIS: something felt very unsettled with you today, and it shattered So Mun just from thinking of the possibilities⌠⥠Pairings/Love interest: So Mun x Fem!reader ⥠Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, happy ending ⥠TW: suggestive, mentions of cheating, cursing, detailed kissing descriptions, crying, sexual tension but no you two aint gon do the deed, post-ss2 ⥠Word count: 5.1k
Note: All characters originated from âThe Uncanny Counter/Amazing Rumorâ except for Y/n. (Sorry mom and dad because instead of paying attention during lectures, I wrote this lil silly fic about a man who doesnât even exist)
English is not my first language!!! Sorry in advance if I make any grammar and vocabulary mistakes.
Apart from all the evils hunting, So Mun couldnât recall the last time he had been this anxious.Â
Normally, he never held anything against you hanging out with your guy friends. He knew you also have your personal space and it wasnât necessarily like your entire world needed to revolve around him. Â
So Mun trusts you with his own life, he really does. He never once doubted your love for him. But today, something was horribly off.
âIsnât that Gwan Daehyun from my class?âÂ
Juyeon habitually pushed her glasses up, vocalizing her thoughts to the friend group. Both Woongmin and So Mun raised their heads at the comment, turning toward the large window. Â
âGwan Daehyun,â or whoever, was a tall and slender-built young man about his ageâhe presumed. Judging from his figure and his dashing fashion sense, anyone would instantly conclude he was a big catch. But that wasnât what caught So Munâs attention the most. Â
The man passed by the glass window. Next to him was you, linking arms with him and smiling so cheerfully.Â
Even though So Mun wouldnât admit that something has unpleasantly risen up deep inside his heart upon seeing you being so close to another guy, you were always acting so intimate with him in your relationship, so it was understandable that physical affection was rather a normal way of communicating with you.Â
He heard Woongminâs voice chimming in next to his ear, snapping him out of the trance: âIs that⌠Iâm seeing Y/n, right? Are they friends?âÂ
âWhat kind of question is that? If not friends then what are they?â Juyeon cut him off, carefully stealing a glance at So Mun to see if he had any reaction.Â
âIt was just common sense to ask!â
âUh-huh, common sense.â
âHey, whatâs with that toneââ
âGuys, weâre in the middle of a cafe, enough with your loverâs quarrel.â A faint smile flashed across So Munâs face as he tapped his pencil down on the table, trying to get his friendsâ attention. He didnât really care how many friends you have, but seeing such joy radiating from you, he couldnât help but be curious to know about the manâs identity: âGwan Daehyun is your classmate?â
Juyeon responded nonchalantly: âIn chemistry, but we almost never talked. How did Y/n and he even know each other?â
The typical âI donât knowâ hasnât even slipped out of his mouth, Woongmin was quick to toss him another question: âShe didnât tell you about this?â
So Mun wasnât quite certain âthisâ referred to you telling him about the guy specifically or about this entire thing, but he chose to say what felt the most natural: âAbout hanging out with a friend today? She did.â
His two best friends nodded at the same time, exchanging a subtle look at each other which So Mun was completely unaware of. His concentration was taped on you the entire time, following you as your silhouette slowly melted into the distance. He returned to his sketchbook, throwing all running thoughts behind his head for now.Â
This was when it shouldâve stopped bothering him. Or he would say, it didnât actually bother him in the first place.Â
Not until he saw what was on your neck.Â
At first glance, he confidently supposed it was a mosquito bite. But again, he knew what a mosquito bite looked like, and he even knew better what a hickey looked like on your skin.
On the side of your neck laid a small, reddish stain. As much as he tried to deny the truth flattening in front of him and convinced himself that it was a love bite he'd forgotten he left on you, So Mun knew damn well all the places on your body that he had been marking on, and none of them displayed in such a conspicuous spot.Â
Or maybe you just carelessly bumped into something and bruised yourself, or maybe you got burned while using a hair straightener⌠Yeah, that was probably the reason. He knew you loved him, adored him, even. So why would you ever do such an awful thing behind his back?
âHey, Y/n.â
You blinked, catching him staring at you from the opposite side of the table with a soft smile: âHm?â
âHow was your day today, I mean, hanging out with your friend?â He asked to start a conversation, already predicting your reply to be positive since the image of you laughing so happily with another man was still imprinted in his mind.Â
You smiled in return, acting as casual as possible: âIt was pretty nice. We went to get coffee and took pictures and just⌠you know, the classic friend thing.âÂ
âYeahâŚ.â He nodded, awkwardness flooded his lungs that it was nearly hard to breathe. As much as he wanted to ask you about the bruise, he was afraid of receiving the answer. What if you think he didnât trust you?
You gulped and looked down, unintentionally exposing your nervousness. In So Munâs perspective, you were apparently hiding something from him. He aimed at the bruise again, fighting to conceal how his pupils started burning more and more fiercely on your skin the more he studied it. He hated to jump to conclusions so soon and accuse you of committing something you didnât do. He knew you loved him. He was fucking sure you loved him.Â
Then why did you have to hide it?Â
His body ran cold from the way you adjusted your position to excuse yourself, uneasiness enveloped your face when you realized his eyes were fixed on your neck. So Mun watched as his precious placed her elbow down the table with her palm on her cheek, awkwardly building up a cover between his gaze and the love bite that was carved by anyone but him.Â
Suddenly, So Mun was launched back to todayâs morning, into your warm embrace. You clasped him in a goodbye hug before you both parted ways, whispering an âI love youâ like youâve always done in his ear while he tucked himself into your comfort. You did not have that mark on your neck.Â
And now it happened to be a claret, hickey-like stain engraved on you in such a perfect place for an actual hickey to occur, circumstantially right after he caught you hinging arms with a man heâs never seen or heard you talk about.Â
Everything crashed. His senses crumpled and his stomach twisted in such a way that he felt physically nauseous.
âWhatâs that on your neck?âÂ
Words glided out without thinking. There was no point in hesitating anymore, he just needed to listen to your voice confronting him that he had completely misunderstood the situation, that it was only a discoloration you got by accident, that whatever he was assuming was only an illusion coating his mind.Â
âOh, itâs nothing.â
Your movement stiffened, not too detectable yet, at the same time, not unnoticeable enough to escape his focused stare. Just this small motion of yours was enough to deliver a slap across his face.Â
The corners of his lips lifted with no strength, not even sure if it looked convincing to you. He had no clue how to react. It wasnât like he ever imagined you cheating on him, let alone preparing to face it: âAh⌠I see.âÂ
On your side, you werenât any better. The forced and bitter smile on his face seized your guts, pouring immense shame down your head. God, you regret the whole thing already.Â
âBaby, do you want some water? Iâm kinda thirsty.âÂ
You said, clinging onto the very last piece of your cognition and trying to lighten the mood. The effort went pointless unequivocally as there fell a small pause between you two. So Mun slowly shook his head, silent.Â
âOkay, I⌠Iâll be back in just a min.â
Getting up to your feet, you wanted nothing more than to sprint to the kitchen and take two glasses of water, no matter if So Mun already refused it. Maybe after a breather and something to soothe your dry throat, the clotted mood would soften and thatâs when you could disclose the truth to him.Â
Waiting no time for you to take another step, a strong grip tied to your wrist as soon as you stood up, condensed around your skin like cement. You quickly saw darkness towering over your vision as an incredible softness sank onto your lips.Â
You froze like a deer in headlights, tackled by the submerging desire when a pair of hands snuck around your waist and your mouth was captured securely, almost leaving no room for a muffled gasp to be heard. So Munâs eyes fastened into yours before he shut them closed, engulfing your lips through the hunger enraging inside himself once your arms had mutually snaked around his neck.Â
So Mun was the personification of âlovingâ when it came to you. Regardless of how needy he was during your make-out sessions, he always put you as his priority and ensured not to overwhelm you with his rising passion. But at this specific moment, you were dazed by his sudden blast of enthusiasm, though your bewilderment was quick to dissolve into pure fever when he drew his tongue along your bottom lip just as skillful as the artist he was, fondling your flesh between his teeth before alighting his mouth onto yours again.Â
Your fingers automatically crimped around his hair, gently tugging his curls in a way you knew he could never get enough of. Your little gesture welcomed a quiet groan from your boyfriend, spawning a tightened grasp on your hips. You didnât recognize how steamy the kiss had progressed until your back collided with the wall.
The room drowned in your intimate noises. His handâs location switched from your hip to your chin as he nailed you to the hard surface, angling his digits along your jawline. He feasted on your unorganized breathing, eagerly knocking your lips apart with his own like you were a sumptuous banquet. His sweetness erupted through every smallest gap inside your mouth. Your knees turned wobbly while you gripped onto him to keep your balance, panting and whining for mercy since you were practically devoured for what felt like eternity.
You didnât mind if So Mun might have misinterpreted your âthirstyâ for something else but its literal meaning. He was feeding you full. However, the boiling-hot tension was impotent to replace the previous alarm between you two, now adding to the baffling foreboding you secretly felt.Â
Colors flowered chaotically through your closed eyelids. No way you could push him away despite your remained oxygen was already sucked dry. As much as you cherished how intoxicating making out with So Mun was, you were beyond relieved when he finally pulled back and showed your strained mouth some pity.Â
Your heart bolted madly inside your chest, both exhilarated and puzzled due to the unforeseen shift of sensation. Both of you chased after your jumbled breaths. So Mun supported your balance with his fingers dug into your waist and let you lean against the wall, still silent.Â
A coat of haze smeared over your eyesight after the kiss, you werenât able to see his face clearly from this angle. But just shortly after, you heard him speak again, barely louder than a mumble: âLoveâŚâÂ
The familiar term of endearment dripped into your ear, carrying a hint of unusual raspiness. So Munâs voice was as longing as a prayer pleading for his most revered goddess, yet suffocated in boundless desperation and anguish that made your head numb just from hearing it.Â
âDid I⌠I definitely did something wrong, didnât I?â
Time stopped.Â
Something inside your gut ripped apart, tearing down every single bit that made of you as the eeriness and repentance needled through your bones.Â
You saw clouds in his reddened eyes. All So Mun needed to do was blink once and the tears would flood down his cheeks uncontrollably.Â
Your roaring heartbeat echoed in your head at the sight of his dark coffee irises, now a hollow void of fog and aggrivement. Your voice splintered in your throat as So Mun grabbed your hands and swaddled them in his own, his slightly calloused hands trembling against your skin: âWhat did I do wrong? Please tell me, love⌠Tell me everything you dislike about me, I promise I will change.â
Knowing how good-at-heart you were as a person, there wouldnât be a chance of you going around and dating different men. That being said, maybe he was the reason you let go of him.
And there it was. The look on his face looked exactly like that one of betrayal when he discovered the murder of his parents two years ago. The only difference was that he didnât seem to be upset at you, he was upset at himself for failing you, for even allowing a thought of leaving to cross your mind.
This was a look you would rather let twenty knives riddle through your organs than ever see in your life. And now you were the one who caused it.Â
You didnât dare to move. Your veins twinged and screamed and begged for his forgiveness but no sound was brave enough to emerge at the moment. You watched as he pressed his face onto your shoulder, dampening that specific part of your shirt despite his effort to bite back from breaking down.
You stuttered, not yet realizing yourself was on the verge of tears as well: âNo, baby, itâsââ
So Mun scanned the purplish hue obscuring itself under your hair and the dim light in the room, resentment swelling behind his chest as he choked back a muffled cry: âAm I not good enough? Is it my personality or the way I look? Did I mess up so badly that⌠you went for someone else?â
âNo! No, itâs not like that. You did nothing wrong!â You hurriedly brushed your fingers over his cheekbones, guiding his face to yours as your vision shielded with unshed mist. His hot tears blurred his own skin, somehow felt dreadfully cold and painful when it hit your touch.Â
He hesitated, confused and unconvinced: âIf not me, thenâ Why did youâŚ?â
âIt was me, love! I was so stupid. I shouldâve knownâŚâ You hated yourself for coming up with the plan in the first place. Why didnât you consider the consequences before starting it? That it could hurt him this terribly thinking you broke his faith?
In front of his stunned eyes, the tip of your fingers aggressively rubbed against that so-called âhickey,â each stroke smudging blush powder and eyeshadow all over your digits.
One week ago, 1 p.m., at the crime scene in Eonniâs noodle shop.
âWhat do you mean you dunno? He never got jealous before?!â
You quietly hissed at Juyeon, whose voice was almost too loud it scared a customer at the next table: âWhatâs so surprising about it? Does he look like the type to get jealous easily?â
You and the girl were chatting about whatever you could think of to kill time while waiting for So Mun to finish his last minutes of individual training. As luck would have it, you stumbled across the topic of relationships, and it eventually centered on your one and only beloved.Â
Woongmin looked up from Junhuiâs colorful drawings, looking you dead in the eye: âNot gonna lie, he kind of does.â
âDonât eavesdrop on us, turn away!â The short-haired girl gestured her hand at her boyfriend, making him roll his eyes with sass and unwillingly obey her command. She turned back to you, lowering her voice this time: âItâs not about looks, but I refuse to believe he doesnât get jealous at all.âÂ
You tilted your head, thoughtlessly stealing a sip of her latte: âUm-hmâŚâ
âSeriously, you were never curious about it?âÂ
You shrugged. You got where Juyeon was coming from. Woongminâs possessiveness thrived pretty easily to begin with (evidently canon from how sulky he became when she complimented a sketch of your enemy Hwang Pilkwang), and it was always so entertaining to see.
You mightâve or mightâve not wondered what kind of expression your man would show when he got jealous, but well, the idea itself was somehow very fascinating.Â
The only time youâve witnessed him show the slightest hint of protectiveness besides the counter-thing was when a customer asked for your phone numberâwhere he would observe your reaction with a sharp glare at the said person, then smirk proudly when you turned the offer down. Still, as two grim reapers, you stuck to each other like glue almost 24/7âranging from missions and serving to something as simple as eating and walking, not to mention the countless times you have woken up beside each other. Putting it plainly into words, you had no âprivate lifeâ for jealousy to evolve.
Hearing your explanation (in which you already altered the âgrim reaperâ part), Juyeon flashed you a hilariously serious look, for some reason very invested in solving your problem: âThat makes sense. So do you want me to help you?âÂ
You sighed: âI⌠think?â
âNo worries girl, I got you.â She thoughtfully gave you a wink, opening TikTok on her phone as she scrolled down numerous videos, stopping at one to show you: âI was thinking... this. What do you think about a hickey prank?âÂ
An old-fashioned trick to mess with your significant other, yet always seemed to be effective. You stared at the scene unfolding between two lovers, battling in your mind whether or not you should give it a try: âYou have a point, but I doubt heâd believe it. We see each other every day.âÂ
âWell, all you need to do is pretend to hang out with some guy and come back with a fake hickey.âÂ
âDamn, thatâs genius.â Woongminâs voice joined you two from afar, one more time getting Juyeon to threaten him with her razor-sharp look.Â
âWhere am I supposed to find a guy, anyway? My few guy friends either rot away in their schools or arenât even in the country.â You chuckled at their couple-ly bicker. Speaking of the truth, you found yourself a bit thrilled at the suggestion. You would love to see how adorably pouty So Mun became when he turned possessive.Â
Juyeon fancily sipped her coffee: âI know someone who can help. Two days ago, a uni friend of mine coincidentally complained about how badly he wanted to get a reaction out of his black-cat partner who never gets jealous. I guess you both can do each other a favor.â
The plan developed so smoothly. You absolutely could not expect to regret your whole existence just because you surrendered to the heat of the moment: âFor real?â
Earning a firm nod from Juyeon, who then gave you her friendâs phone number to further discuss the prank, you mindlessly let yourself loose into the urge. Youâve read somewhere that jealousy can prompt both parties of a romantic relationship to stay connected, which is a good thing. Itâs just a small, harmless prank, right? Nothing could go wrong, right?
âWe shouldâve talked about this during girlsâ night, maybe you could pull this prank on Woongmin, too.â
âI can hear you, yâknow.â
Pure silence detonated when your explanation died down.
A sour feeling crawled up your body in monstrous shamefulness. You warily waited for his reaction upon finding out he just got caught up in a hurtful prank.Â
âSo⌠the whole thing was⌠a joke?â A rather wounding joke, to be exact. You held your breath and raised your stained fingers up, carefully analyzing his tone while choosing your own response: âYeah, this hickey is makeup, as you can see.â
âRightâŚâ Based on how long a pause lingered in each sentence, you could tell he was having a hard time gathering his thoughts together. âLost as hellâ would be an understatement: â...and Gwan Daehyun is just Juyeonâs classmate, he doesnât have anything to do with you?â
âNo, he doesnât. We have nothing to do with each other.â You answered: âWe only met up for the first time today through⌠uh, yeah.âÂ
He exhaled agitatedly, muttering in disbelief: âAnd Juyeon told me she had never talked to him before. That sneakyâŚâ
It was nearly ridiculous to think about where the situation was at the moment. If minutes ago you both were strangled by the thickened bitterness of your own reasons, now the entire ambience has reshaped into an awkward one. Confronted by quietness, you gulped, instinctively feeling like you didnât really have the right to say these words anymore: âPlus⌠I would never cheat on you.â
Speechlessness floated like ashes in between you and him.Â
In reality, the stiffened air only lasted a few seconds, you were nonetheless certain it felt like hours. So Mun blinked a few times, trying to get rid of the left-over dried tears steamed up over his view. He eventually let out a sigh, mumbling under his breath: âY/n, youâre⌠impossible.â
You lowered your head, unable to make eye contact with him: â...Iâm sorry.â
ââSorryâ wonât do it.â A scoff vaguely arrived from his direction, embedding in a hint of disappointment and irritation as he wiped the dewed corner of his eye one last time: âI really was convinced youâre bored of me already.âÂ
You clenched your mouth shut, guilt swallowed your voice.
âYou know what else you have to do so Iâll forgive you?â
Although the seriousness hasnât faltered, you wondered whether or not you were delusional out of the blue because you swore he didnât sound that serious anymore. Your gaze shot up at him, then looked down again and shook your head when you noticed his expression hadn't lightened up.
âYou donât? I think you do.â His warm hand swept across the side of your face, lifting your chin up. You were greeted by a light raise of So Munâs eyebrows while he airily tapped on his lips with a casual, yet cunning twinkle in his pupils.
Dumbfounded, you delayed for a second to make sure you werenât fooled by some kind of hallucination, cautiously examining the implication he just dropped as well as his blooming smile: âYou⌠Youâre not mad at me?â
âOh trust me, I am still very pissed off. But you know I canât full-on stay mad at you.â So Mun shrugged, booping your nose: âNot when youâre this pouty.âÂ
The burn behind his eyes had stopped being torturous a moment ago, yet you still felt like a criminal knowing you had created such an unpleasant tint on his scleras. You murmured: âThe pouty one was primarily predicted to be you.â
âHm?â
âNothing.âÂ
As if your internal self-reproach were audible, he swooped you into his chest, holding you while half-heartedly scolding you: âJust donât pull these types of pranks on me again. Okay? One more time and I swear, Iâm sleeping with Jeokbong-hyung forever.âÂ
âYes, Iâm really sorry. I didnât expect it to go this far.â Your arms enclosed him instantly as though they were customized to do so. You nodded against his shoulder, trying to contain a smile when his melodious chuckle filled your ear: âBut the sleeping part is up to you. Bunk beds seem pretty cozy.âÂ
So Mun rolled his eyes playfully, squeezing your cheek between his index finger and thumb: âIs that how you apologize for making your boyfriend cry?â
You cracked up, words unclear by the stretch on your face: âOh, Iâm sorry!â
Laughter echoed through the closed room, which you both preferred this way so much better than the previous heavy and wrenching atmosphere. So Mun nuzzled his nose against yours, whispering flirtatiously: âSo what now? Gotta let me forgive you or youâre good?âÂ
âNo Iâm not good, so please forgive me.â Heat bursting underneath your skin, tinging a shade of rosiness. You grinned and whispered before tugging blithely on the neckline of his T-shirt. His lips instantly fit onto yours just as perfectly as a puzzle piece.Â
A butterfly-like peck expectedly flourished into a hot mess. So Munâs curls spilled between your fingers, trusting him to perform his magic on you. His scent ghosted your face, sending friction straight up to your mind while your mouth was accompanied by his bewitching wetness, claiming your mouth with impatience to make up for every drop of tears that had rolled off earlier.Â
Your body felt weightless when he lifted you off your feet, turning you away from the wall and pushing you to a surface that was much more doughy. Goosebumps enhanced down your body when the soft mattress of your own bed scratched against your back, manipulating a gasp to flee from your throat although the touch was hardly through a layer of fabric, evincing how awfully vulnerable you were in this position.Â
Responding to your tiny whimper, So Munâs chuckle vibrated against your lips. He situated himself between your legs, pinning you flat on the bed and greedily nipping on your bottom lip to get the most reaction out of you. Your delicate flesh laid defenselessly against every stroke and skim of his tongue. It was no argument that he took pride in seeing you so worked up for his affection, and he wasnât planning to stop until your pantings had stirred into one. Â
Your boyfriend only detached his face from yours after a while, beaming happily like it was Christmas morning at the sight of your lips glossy with his essence.
So Mun was one hell of a good kisser in contrast to his innocent face. He knew exactly when to be sugary and when to be spicy. After melting your brain to mud with his hypnotizing techniques, he placed a tender kiss on your cheek, lingering his pinkened lips over the warmth of your skin. He sweetly moved down to your jaw, then your chin as you dreamily threw your head back against the bed sheets. Â
His gaze fell onto the feeble âlove markâ that had virtually faded away by your vigorous smudging, grinning to himself: âYou know, if you wanted to show off a hickey right here, you couldâve just asked me to leave a real one on you.â
You giggled with a slightly hoarse voice, cheeks flushing brighter when he stroked his thumb over the spot, encircling the last remaining makeup stain in a gentle yet teasing manner: âI do love to have one there. But imagine all the teasing we're gonna get when the team finds outâŚâÂ
âUnderstandable.â His stare at the fake hickey was no longer flaming with hatred, instead full of hilarity. Leaning downward, So Munâs curly hair tickled the place under your chin and the heat of his breath fanned your skin. But you were too distracted by another sensationâa delicious softness printing on your neckâto notice it: âI just⌠still canât believe it. You want to see me get jealous that bad?â
Your source of air was cut halfway and you closed your eyes in delight. (We all know) You do. Maybe you were too much of a coward to confess but the man in front of you always looked so fucking hot when he was mad: âI mean⌠Iâm just curious?âÂ
âGood to know. The next time I see someone flirt with you, Iâm gonna beat them up.â Mellow kisses gathered around the makeup stain. So Mun closely examined the way your body trembled underneath him while open-mouthed kisses were planted along the line of your neck, testing the waters and looking for your approval.Â
This earned a small giggle from you. You brought a hand up to the back of his head, your digits massaging his scalp as you indirectly turned the green light on at whatever he had in store for you: âYung is gonna beat you up, my dear.âÂ
âOh, Yung canât do anything to me. Iâm the pillar and the Ace, remember?âÂ
You smiled, about to say something before your thoughts were heavily interrupted by a raid of affection on your flesh, right where the fake hickey originally occupied. But this time, it was no longer âfake.â You thanked your lucky star for suppressing your voice on time because only God knows what kind of unholy sound youâd make at the sudden pleasure.Â
Exhaling a deep sigh, you were barely able to hide the shakiness in your voice as So Mun dragged his lips over your neck, painting your skin with a lovely shade of red through his teeth: âMore like you and your cocky assâŚâÂ
He laughed: âYeah, me and my cocky ass, any complaints, baby?â Â
His hands gently pressed your shoulders, positioning you firmly against the mattress. Every suck and nibble was followed by a trail of kisses admiring your skin. You could almost feel his marks starting to blossom each time he separated his mouth from your flushed flesh, watching it bounce back with a glowing shine.
You gulped unconsciously on behalf of him pulling the collar of your shirt aside, revealing more of your hidden collarbones for what was about to come next: â...No complaints.âÂ
Screw it. Maybe you should just let the team tease you however they want later.Â
The edges of his lips raised in a satisfied smile, one that never failed to hook you in a love spell. So Mun is magnetic. Thatâs just the way he naturally is.Â
Sweeping a hand under your nape, he allowed your head to fall back in a perfect curve and your neck went unsheltered. His enchanting voice bathed in anticipation as he whispered in your ear:Â Â
âPerfect. Now relax and Iâll do all the work for you.â
His devotion exploded like fireworks in the sky, each glimmer landing on the ground meant another kiss perched down on your skin. Your evening ended in So Munâs embrace, loving you and cuddling you until the night had gone by.Â
You resulted in a cycle of wearing turtleneck tops constantly for three weeks straight, whether or not it was chilling outside or you were one step away from passing out in your own pool of sweat during training. To the point the other counters were highkey concerned, like, damn, what if you actually unalive due to overheating? (you wonât.)Â
This is all because every time your amazing boyfriend noticed his garden of cherries on your skin had slightly faded away, heâd sneak you into whatever secluded spot he could find and plant a fresh, brand new one on you, right onto the same spots. Â
But since it was THE So Mun initiating the act so whoâs gonna complain? Not you, obviously.
Thank you sm for bearing with me til the end i know this fic is long (and OOC) (ďžÂ´âď˝*) Hope you enjoyed it!!
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Lesson 54 spoilers
"...So, tell me. What is it you're plotting, exactly?" Raphael eyed Diavolo with mild irritation in his tone.
He smiles apologetically, caught in an act and felt the need to explain now. "So, you can tell something's up, huh? I was afraid of this."
"It's odd enough that we're the only ones here. And then after we were attacked, your response seemed unusually tepid. There are so many red flags..," the gray-haired angel sighs. "Of course I can tell that something's going on."
Moin speaks up. "I'm guessing that has something to do with me?"
"Yes, it does. Though it's nothing you should feel bad about." Diavolo reassures, though it's not bringing relief to the burgundy-haired human girl.
"This is about your magic power, Moin. And what has been happening to it." Mephisto stresses it strongly.
"Yes, your power has been growing greater by the day. And then there was the incident with the hostile demon in Meowcao. That's when we realized that you weren't in full control of it." Lucifer added.
Simeon nods mildly, carefully regarding Mephisto, Lucifer, and Diavolo's statements. "And when Raphael was attacked earlier, it looked like Moin cast a barrier spell of some sort, but without an incantation. I'm guessing that in the heat of the moment, the spell must have gone off subconsciously."
"What exactly is happening to Moin's powers, we need a definitive answer to that question. Then we can take action if necessary. However, we thought we needed to spend a bit more time observing things from afar." -Diavolo
"Right, our theory was built on too many assumptions. They needed to be verified." -Lucifer
"...So you used the SF as a chance to do that." -Raphael
"That's right." -Diavolo
"Ah, that must be why there was a second preliminary test. You presented everyone with a problem that no ordinary student could solve." -Simeon
"In any case, Lord Diavolo, Lucifer, and I were the only ones to pass the second test." -Mephisto
"So, it worked out exactly as you'd hoped, then." Raphael gapes his mouth a little, coming to a realization. "...Unbelievable. You mean to tell me that the fiery rock that nearly hit Simeon and the beast that attacked us were both YOUR doing?"
"No, that was the work of demons who oppose the royal family. We'd never resort to such cheap tricks." -Mephisto
"However, we knew that if we were to hold the SF finals here, those demons would see it as a good opportunity to strike... That I cannot deny." -Diavolo
"Yes. We did know they were here, and we didn't try to stop them." Lucifer sighs defeatedly. "So in that sense, you might be able to argue that it was "our doing"."
Moin's eyebrows furrowed at this. If Diavolo knew about the opposition, why didn't he do something about it? Why did it have to go as far as almost risking their lives since that incident in Meowcao?
"There are still many lower tier demons who think that harming an exchange student would be a good way to damage Lord Diavolo's reputation. They had no idea they were being lured here, the fools," Mephisto scoffs with a smirk.
"Even so, if you'd only told us this in advance-" Raphael notices Simeon who hasn't been talking for a while now. "...Um, Simeon?"
Simeon smiles. It was that frightening smile back when he used to scold the brothers. "Ah. I see... Thank you for making things so very clear." Everyone except Moin pales at the sight. She knew that Simeon would never direct his anger towards her. "For the sake of argument, I'll overlook the fact that you chose to test Moin's powers. Because I can see how that might be the only way to draw out certain aspects of these powers. Tell me though, why was it necessary to lure the Demon King's enemies into attacking us? What if Moin or Raphael had been hurt? What would you have done then, hmm?"
"It's only thanks to Moin that we're okay. Because she protected us, even though it meant putting herself in harm's way," Raphael added in.
"What's more, I'm a human now: weak and frail. Should I assume none of you cared about what might happen to me?" -Simeon
"I wouldn't call you "weak and frail"..." Lucifer mutters.
"Sorry, did you just say something, Lucifer?" Simeon pointedly smiles at him, daring to continue what he has to say.
"No, nothing."
"I didn't know it was possible to project so much anger while maintaining a smile..." Mephisto whispered to Diavolo as he takes a step closer to him.
"I'm too scared to move a muscle. It's been a long time since anyone's made me feel this way..." -Diavolo
Moin turns to Diavolo with an expressionless gaze. "I'd like you to avoid such methods in the future..., Lord Diavolo." His face immediately shifts to the one who's worried and hurt genuinely, sensing that Moin is indeed mad and felt betrayed at this whole discussion they were having. It's spiraling down rapidly that Diavolo almost forgot to consider her feelings and wanted to comfort her. But as he was about to speak his reassurances once again and offers his hand, Mephisto butts in with a disdainful remark.
"Well, I'd like it if you could learn to control your powers. Then we wouldn't be in this situation."
Something snapped in unison. There was a moment of defeaning silence, as if another wrong answer would cause an explosion, figuratively. Simeon could tell that it was the last straw. The revelation hurt her than they thought it would. And there was another person who wasn't helping the situation get any better. He could feel the gears of emotion running around her head and that she's barely holding to what she might impulsively do: tears, anger, or running away. She really wanted to do those three options but before she could react, Simeon shields Moin from them, hiding her behind his cloak.
"...Lucifer, Diavolo, Mephisto. You need to think about what you've done today."
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Doubt
Summary: We all know how it went last time Steve fell in love, well everyone except Y/N, hence why she had no issue confessing her feelings to her boyfriend. But Steveâs anxiety has a habit of getting the best of him.Â
Warnings: angst/relationship doubts/fluff/cussing
Word Count: 852
*NOT MY GIF*
  âThis is fucking insane,â Steve muttered as the two of you took your shift of watching Max for a portion of the night.
 You shook your head, âPoor Max. I canât imagine how scared she must be. If we werenât here, who knows-â
  âBut we are here,â Steve reassured you, squeezing your hand in his.
 You exchanged small smiles as you laid your head on his shoulder. The two of you sitting in the comfortable silence as you looked over all the sleeping kids.Â
  âSteve?â you whispered.
  âYeah?â his voice low.
 You let out a soft sigh, âI love you.â
 Even if your head hadnât been on his shoulder, you would be able to feel how tense Steve became at your words. And when another moment passed and he hadnât said anything back, your heart sank to your stomach.Â
  âI-I,â you struggled to figure out what to say next, âIâm sorry.â Before he could stop you, you were halfway up the basement stairs.Â
 Steve tried to call out for you, causing some of the kids to stir a bit which made him quiet back down. He wanted to punch himself in the face for his reaction. He knew how he felt, why couldnât he just say it?
 You found yourself seated on the front porch of the Wheelersâ house, small tears streaming down your face as you tried your best to cry quietly.Â
  âY/N?â you looked up and saw a very tired Robin with a blanket wrapped around her.Â
 You quickly attempted to wipe away your tears, âOh, hey, Robin,â you gave her a half-hearted smile, âIâm sorry, did I wake you?â
  âNah,â she shook her head as she took a seat next to you, âDustinâs snoring,â a small chuckle leaving both of you, âWhatâre you doing out here? And whyâre you crying?â
 You let out a shaky sigh, âI told Steve I loved him.â
  âOh,â she exclaimed before a smile spread across her lips, âItâs about time, really. I was wondering when one of you would finally just use the âLâ word-âÂ
  âHe didnât say it back,â you cut her off, âYou shouldâve seen the look on his face, Robin. You wouldâve thought I told him I was cursed too.â The tears built in your eyes again, âI thought he felt the same way. I thought he loved me. But I was wrong. God, I feel like such an idiot.âÂ
  âHey,â she strung her arm around you, âYou are not an idiot. Steve might be though. He does love you, Y/N. I know he does.â
  âThen why couldnât he say it back?â you cried softly.Â
 Robin sighed, âY/N, how much did you know about Nancy and Steveâs relationship?â
  âWhat?â you were so confused, âOnly a bit. I just knew they dated for a few months before they broke up and she got together with Jonathan.â
  âThatâs the short version anyway,â Robin explained, âWhat drove their breakup and sort of pushed Jonathan and Nancy together was something a bit deeper.â
  âWhat happened?âÂ
  âNancy didnât love Steve. In some drunken stupor she basically told him that their whole relationship was bullshit and that them being in love was bullshit too,â your heart broke for Steve, knowing exactly how he mustâve felt, âThe next day or something when Nancy was sober, Steve asked her if she loved him, and Nancy didnât say it back. Then some time later, she ends up with Jonathan and you know that those two are definitely in love. Bottom line is, I think Steve is just scared that if he tells you that he loves you, youâll end up thinking itâs all bullshit too.â
 You let out a heavy sigh, âI could never think that, Robin. Iâve never felt this way about anyone, you know that.â
  âMe neither,â a voice came from around the corner, Steve appearing in front of you and Robin.Â
 She looked between the two of you, âWell, I think I should head back to bed,â she gave your shoulder a squeeze and a small smile before heading back into the house.Â
  âIâm so sorry,â he muttered.Â
  âSteve, you donât have to-â
  âNo, Y/N,â he cut you off, âRobinâs right, Iâm a complete dingus. The only reason I couldnât say it back was because I was terrified. Terrified that it was too good to be true. Terrified that the minute I told you how I felt, youâd leave. And if I lost you,â Steve choked back sobs, âI-I wouldnât know what to do with myself. I couldnât risk that.âÂ
 You brought your hand to his stubbled cheek, pulling his teary gaze to you, âIâm not going anywhere, Steve. I promise you.â
 Steve didnât hesitate to pull your lips together, he had never felt safer than he did in your touch. Tears of relief leaving his eyes as he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.Â
  âIâm so sorry. I love you, Y/N. I love you. God, I love you so much,â Steve uttered and repeated like a prayer.
 You nodded, laughing with relief as the tears dried, âI love you, Steve.â
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