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roosterforme · 6 months ago

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Mr. Right Now Part 10 | Hangman x Reader

Summary: You left behind too many reminders of the weekend you spent with Jake, and even though he wants to, he just can't seem to get rid of them. You're free to test your theories, but you should have known you wouldn't like the results.

Warnings: angst, sex, oral sex, adult language, 18+

Length: 3300 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female Reader

Why is Jake on my masterlist!? Mr. Right Now masterlist

You stood in your building on campus and looked around like it was completely foreign to you. The few days you'd spent at Jake's place made this seem like a distant memory, and you felt like a completely different person now as you wiped at your tears. When you stood inside the lobby and watched him slowly pull away in his pickup truck, your heart begged you to run back out to him. But it was over. He gave you what you asked him to, and it was done.

Someone who lived on your hallway waved to you, but you barely acknowledged her. You were too tired to even stop at your mailbox to see if there was anything inside, so you headed for your door. With your fingers crossed, you slid your key into the lock, hoping like hell that Kylie was out for the night. But it was Sunday, and you found her sitting on the couch with a smirk as soon as she saw you.

"Where have you been?" she asked, tossing her hair over her shoulder and pausing her show. The common area was small, but you'd have to walk right past her to get to your personal bedroom, and you thought better of trying to blow her off.

"Out," you replied carefully, unsure how much you wanted her to know.

"With Cooper?" Her eyes flashed with excitement. "You've been gone all weekend!"

You shook your head and held your purse against your chest. She'd get it out of you eventually if she tried hard enough, so you said, "I went to that Navy bar you liked so much."

"The Hard Deck?" She was on her feet now, surprise written all over her face. You were sure she was having a hard time picturing you there; you had in fact stuck out like a sore thumb.

"Yes."

She screeched. "You slept with one of those hot aviators, didn't you?" she asked, tone somewhere between accusatory and delighted. But even though she didn't know what type of quest you had been on, she was definitely able to tell you'd had your world rocked. "Which one? What was his call sign? I just love their call signs."

You stared at her, suddenly surprised you'd ever considered sleeping with Rooster in the first place. You were a completely different person now because of the past forty-eight hours, and you were also embarrassed by what you said to the man who had treated you with respect the entire time.

"His name was Jake," you whispered as tears threatened your eyes again. "I need to finish something for my first class tomorrow, so I'm going to do that now."

You walked past her while she nodded in approval, like she was proud of you now, and you closed yourself in your room as a sob escaped your lips. Your bag fell to the floor as you tried to kick your sneakers off, but you gave up and just collapsed onto your bed. As you cried into your pillow, you realized your lace thong was still somewhere at Jake's place. It would probably end up in the trash along with everything else that the women he fucked accidentally left behind.

How could you have been so stupid? Falling for a man like Jake? A thirty year old man who simply agreed to fuck your virginity away so you could get on with your college life. A man who was the equivalent of a major league ballplayer while you were barely a little league benchwarmer.

"You insulted him," you whispered as you rolled onto your side, and the tears kept coming. He said you made him feel cheap, which he had never once done to you. He made you breakfast and took you on a pizza date in his dining room and snuggled you in his bathtub, and you acted like he was undesirable.

He called you naive, and perhaps he wasn't wrong. You had no idea what you were doing there. The weekend was supposed to be simple: lose your virginity so you could go out with Cooper. But you couldn't even manage to do that much correctly. Jake was a million times better than anyone you'd ever met on campus, and that was the kind of thing he deserved to hear you say. He deserved so much more, and he'd probably find it in someone older and more put together than you.

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Jake fell asleep with his bedroom window open, but the sound of the ocean was less peaceful and more turbulent when he was alone. His kitchen was a mess from the meals he'd shared with you, and the pizza box was still on his dining room table. But he couldn't bring himself to clean any of it up just yet.

He still felt like shit on Monday morning. In your mind, he was exactly the same as Rooster or any of the other guys would have been, but you were so much more to him. He felt good when he was around you. Or at least he had before you abruptly ended the weekend by telling him he was only made for one thing.

When he walked into his bathroom, he was greeted by an empty bottle of Sam Adams and a wine glass on the edge of his bathtub. "Fuck," he gasped, turning away from them to brush his teeth. The green toothbrush he gave you to use the first night you slept over was right there next to his, and he couldn't keep his fingers from touching it like he half expected it to be a figment of his imagination.

But no, all of these items were strewn about just to make coming to terms with things harder. It should have been laughable, getting rejected by a twenty year old, but the weekend he spent with you was the closest thing he'd felt to a relationship in years. You fed him that disgusting pizza. He held you while you napped. You actually listened to him when he talked. He couldn't keep his hands off you to save his life. Even the clothes in his drawers made him think of the way you dug around in there like you owned the place.

"God damn it," he groaned when he realized your lace thong somehow ended up on his dresser. It was too easy to picture you on Friday night, wearing it in his kitchen with your skirt on the floor at your feet, trust in your gaze even though you didn't really know him yet. You looked sinful that night with a sharp retort on your lips when he thought he was the one in charge. You weren't just some dumb college kid; you were a funny and resourceful and sexy woman. He ran his thumb along the lace before pushing it to the side to finish getting ready for work.

He flew worse than he could ever remember, so maybe it was a good thing you rejected him after the weekend was over. He couldn't focus, but it would have just been worse the longer he was hung up on you. He was surly and short with everyone he encountered, and by the middle of the week, they just left him alone.

But it was still so bad by Friday, and it wasn't helping that he hadn't yet cleaned up the wine glasses or the pizza box or thrown out the green toothbrush. He skipped dinner and took the time to hand wash each glass he'd filled with ice water for you. Then he walked the pizza box directly to the dumpster. But your underwear and that fucking toothbrush remained in their spots, and he decided he would save them for another day.

Alone and sprawled out on the couch, he couldn't help but wonder what you were doing right now. Last Friday around this time, you were at the Hard Deck with your fake ID, and he sat up abruptly when he considered that there was a chance you might be there again tonight. That you might be looking for him.

Like an idiot, he grabbed the keys to his truck and headed there to find out for sure. Maybe you wouldn't agree with him, but he still felt like he'd been better to you than any of the others would have been. God, all he wanted was to know that you learned something useful from him, not just that he had casual sex with tag chasers.

But when he got to the bar and looked around, he knew right away you weren't there. No leather mini skirts, and no Converse sneakers. Just aviators getting loaded while playing pool, and an assortment of every kind of woman anyone other than Jake could possibly want.

He was nothing other than a self-fulfilling prophecy, the way he was almost immediately approached by a woman he took home weeks ago. Your words echoed in his mind.

"You're so good at fucking, no wonder all the tag chasers want you. I'm sure they all missed you this weekend."

"Not tonight," he told the woman who pouted at him. She gave him no witty retort before she walked away, but it didn't matter. Jake was already thinking about how he should have held onto your fake ID so you couldn't get into any real trouble with the fucking thing. But you weren't his to worry about or protect, and perhaps that was what bothered him more than anything else. If you were, he'd have you wrapped up in the fleece blanket that he kept on the back of his couch while the two of you ignored a movie in favor of making out. If you were, he'd have a reason to keep the toothbrush.

He just fucking knew you were with that dipshit Cooper who was the reason you came to the Hard Deck in the first place. There was nothing wrong with you when you met Jake, but Cooper was the reason you thought there was. "Fuck," he groaned running his hands over his face as he took himself back out to the parking lot and and drove home again.

You hadn't reached out to him once. He wasn't sure if his number had successfully saved in your phone, but it didn't much matter. You knew where to find him, and you hadn't tried to.

While he drove, he let himself get lost in the memory of how fucking good he felt last weekend. He didn't want to forget that feeling. He wouldn't be able to anyway. He just wished he couldn't still hear the way it sounded when you apologized and told him he had been perfect.

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"Stop," you said with a forced laugh.

Cooper was drunk, and his hand was on your bare thigh again as you hung out at his place with some of your mutual friends. What a departure this was from last Friday night when you had to beg Jake to touch you. At least at first. After a bit, neither of you could seem to stop.

But Cooper was doing this in front of other people. Maybe it was your fault for agreeing to hang out with him tonight and agreeing to see a movie with him tomorrow, but you would have preferred he do this in private.

"Let's go to my room then," he coaxed in what you were sure he thought was an endearing tone. But his breath smelled like beer in a bad way, and when he kissed you, it was obvious that he had overdone it.

All you could think about was Jake.

Jake. Jake. Jake.

You needed to put a stop to this, but tonight wasn't working for you.

"Cooper, I think we should just hang out tomorrow. You know, when you're sober?"

At least he had the decency to look abashed. And when you went out with him on Saturday, he was much better. He didn't invite you back to his room again, even after you made out with him, which you appreciated. You'd known him for months, way longer than you knew Jake, but you couldn't figure out why you weren't as comfortable around him.

There was just something about Jake. Charisma. That was it. Charm. Every woman probably reacted to him the way you had, and he was probably just as attentive to everyone else.

Since Cooper was the reason you ended up at Jake's in the first place, you let him eat lunch with you all week and walk you back to your dorm from your classes. You let him wrap his arm around your waist and tuck his fingers into the top of your jeans. You let him kiss you each time you saw him.

You needed to give him a shot. It wasn't really his fault that you had Jake on the brain after weeks of dodging his advances. He wanted you, and you deserved to enjoy him. You already rid yourself of your virginity, and you knew the twelve rules. Condoms and communication and no cutting corners. You had this. Besides, you'd never know if it would always be just as good with another partner unless you saw it through.

So the following Friday, after you finished your classes for the week, you took a shower and changed into a dress that Cooper told you weeks ago looked cute, and then you walked the mile or so to the other end of campus where he lived. He was waiting for you when you got there with a smile on his face, and your heart beat a little faster.

"Come on inside," he said, holding out his hand. He was familiar now, and comfort could grow over time. You were sure of it. And he was a good kisser when he wasn't drinking. Tonight it felt nice, and he wrapped you up in his arms as soon as you walked past his roommates who were playing video games.

When he opened his door, he said, "I even cleaned my room for you. What do you think?"

It looked the same as it always did, and you rolled your eyes and laughed. "You didn't. But it doesn't matter."

"I tried a little," he mumbled, grinning at you before he closed the distance to kiss you again. "Give me a tiny bit of credit?"

Your heart skipped a beat as his hands found your waist, and you sighed when his lips drifted along your neck. He sucked on you there, bruising you before pulling away. But it didn't feel bad. Not at all. It felt okay. You closed your eyes, immediately getting lost in the feel of it. Firm chest against your breasts. Big hands. Soft hair. Your fingers gave a little tug on the strands, and he groaned, cock hard in his jeans, pressing against you.

"Do you wanna....?" Cooper asked, easing your dress up your legs. You were almost startled when you remembered it was him instead of Jake, but you nodded.

"Yeah," you whispered. "I want to." You still had the three condoms in your little purse along with your fake ID and your actual ID. But when you ended up on your back on his bed, Cooper was already excitedly reaching for your underwear even though you definitely weren't ready to get a condom out yet.

"How about a little more foreplay?" you asked, and he looked back at you like it was a foreign concept. "I like foreplay," you added softly.

"Right," he replied, climbing on top of you where he touched you through your panties until you weren't exactly sure if you were wet or not. You tried to slow him down by kissing him, but he was practically rutting against your leg.

"Will you go down on me?" you asked him, and he almost groaned.

"I mean... I guess. If you go down on me."

It must have been because it was your first time together, but he seemed in a hurry. He didn't stay in one place long enough for you to get the hang of how it felt with him. You didn't like rushing. You liked long, drawn out orgasms and being called Darlin'. Cooper didn't call you anything. He didn't speak at all; he only grunted as the two of you had sex that left you completely unsatisfied.

Well. You had tested your theories and come up with several conclusions. Sex was not exciting with every partner. Guys did in fact like to cut corners. And not all of them seemed to know the twelve rules rules. As you pulled your dress on over your head, you thought about how much better you felt around Jake than you ever would around Cooper.

"Feel like playing video games with me and the guys? Or you just want to leave until I see you tomorrow?" Cooper asked, opening his bedroom door and hovering there expectantly as tears stung your eyes.

"You know," you whispered, trying to keep your voice calm, "I think I'll just walk back to my place."

"Okay, cool."

He didn't offer to walk with you. All he did was send you off with a kiss as he opened a can of beer while his friends called his name. You made it about two blocks before you started crying, because you had tried so hard to fool yourself, but you completely fucked everything up.

Jake was nothing but a perfect gentleman the whole time you were with him. He took care of you in so many ways, not just sexually, and you made him feel bad about himself. It didn't matter why he was skilled in bed, he was sweet. He hadn't mentioned other women while you were there, but you did. There was nobody to blame except yourself.

You practically tripped on the sidewalk as your tears obscured your vision, and you sat down hard on a bench with your phone in your hand. You tried to find Kylie's name in your contacts list, hoping she would come pick you up, but instead your thumb paused over Jake Seresin. And then you did something stupid.

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Jake was sitting on his couch in his underwear eating a pizza with toppings he didn't even like when his phone rang. The caller had a local area code, but he didn't know the number. He was about to swipe to ignore it when his curiosity got the best of him.

"Hello?"

He was met with silence. Or so he thought. He was about to end the call, but then he heard a soft sigh. His heart beat a little faster as he tossed the slice of pizza back into the open box.

"Hello?" he repeated, gentler this time.

"Jake."

He would know your voice anywhere. He'd been replaying everything you said to him in his mind for the past two weeks. He was afraid he'd never hear from you again. "Darlin'," he said softly, missing the way that word felt on his tongue. "Are you okay?"

The sound of your breathing was followed by a sob as you said, "Not really."

He was on his feet, tearing down the hallway toward his bedroom in search of clothing as he tried to keep his voice as steady as possible. "Well, then why don't you tell me where you are so I can come try to make it okay?"

There was a short pause, during which he could hear nothing but his own heartbeat. "I would like that," you whispered. Then you gave him an approximate address which he knew was on your college campus.

"I'll be right there," he promised.

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How are we feeling? Maybe Cooper was a good idea before Jake, but definitely not after. The next chapter will be the last one. Thanks for reading. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

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lurkingshan · 4 months ago

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Love in the Big City Drama: Book Club Meta Round Up

Welcome back, book clubbers! Here is your weekly round up post, which will be updated each Monday for the next few weeks as we work our way through this excellent drama adaption of our beloved novel. Any additional essays that post after today will be added to the list next week, and I'll add on a new section for each part every week as we progress.

Episodes 1-2 (Part 1)

A Ramble: Love in the Big City Eps 1-2 by @solitaryandwandering

Go Yeong's parallel losses by @shinjiikari

Jaehee by @my-rose-tinted-glasses

Künstlerroman vibe by @becomingabeing

LITBC Episodes 1 and 2; Differences in Mediums by @starryalpacasstuff

Love in the Big City by Sang Young Park by @my-rose-tinted-glasses

Love in the Big City Drama: Episodes 1-2 Book Club Discussion by @profiterole-reads

Love in the Big City, Ep 1 and 2 by @wen-kexing-apologist

Love in the Big City Part 1: A friend is your needs answered by @impala124

Love in the Big City Part 1: It's Gay by @bengiyo

Love In The Big City: Reflections on the Novel, and Episodes 1 and 2 of the Television Series by @waitmyturtles

Love In The Big City series adaptation: Episodes 1 & 2 by @doyou000me

Love in the Big City TV Series Episodes 1 &2: The Loneliness of Conformity and Nonconformity by @twig-tea

On queer loneliness by @poetry-protest-pornography

On the use of Namsan Tower by @lurkingshan

On Yeong and Mi Ae by @lurkingshan

More thoughts on Mi Ae by @shinjiikar1

Part 1 book parallels by @troubled-mind

Responses to discussion questions by @my-rose-tinted-glasses

That Jaehee didn't live here anymore by @my-rose-tinted-glasses

The role of Mr. Splendid by @moutheyes

Thoughts on episode 1 by @stuffnonsenseandotherthings

Softened entry into the story by @avorbl

Use of Noh Sa Yeon's Meeting by @troubled-mind

Episodes 3-4 (Part 2)

A bite of rockfish, taste the universe by @my-rose-tinted-glasses

Adaptation choices by @impala124

A Ramble: Love in the Big City Eps 3-4 by @solitaryandwandering

Just another part of the world that was him by @my-rose-tinted-glasses

Kdramafication of the story for the screen by @lurkingshan with additional thoughts from @wen-kexing-apologist

LITBC Ep 3-4: What Does Eating Pasta Have to Do With Your Tough Past? by @wen-kexing-apologist

LITBC ep 3 & 4: When they're homophobic but you love them by @starryalpacasstuff

Love in the Big City Drama: Episodes 3-4 Book Club Discussion by @profiterole-reads

Love in the Big City, episode 3 + 4: A Piece Of Rockfish, A Taste Out Of This World by @colourme-feral

Love in the Big City Episodes 3 and 4 by @avorbl

Love in the Big City Part 2: Call me "Blueberry" by @impala124

Love in the Big City Part 2: Go Yeong and Umma by @neuroticbookworm

Love in the Big City Part 2: The Weight of Homophobia by @bengiyo

Love in the Big City TV Series Episodes 3 & 4: Found Family by @twig-tea

Notes on Love in the big city Part 2 (Eps 3-4) by @impala124

On homophobia, remaining closeted, and character foils by @shinjiikar1

On Knowing The Story and Characters (and their trash) Beforehand by @doyou000me

On Yeong's complex feelings for Umma by @lurkingshan

Thoughts about the episodes by @my-rose-tinted-glasses

Thoughts on discussion questions by @shinjiikar1

Episodes 5-6 (Part 3)

A Ramble: Love in the Big City Eps 5-6 by @solitaryandwandering

Feelings About the T-aras by @impala124

LITBC locations by @colourme-feral

Love in the Big City by @my-rose-tinted-glasses

Love in the Big City Drama: Episodes 5-6 Book Club Discussion by @profiterole-reads

Love in the Big City, Ep 5-6: Visuals to Support Adaptation by @wen-kexing-apologist

Love in the Big City Eps 5 & 6: That Apartment Was Too Small by @bengiyo

Love in the Big City Part 3: Go Yeong and Gyu-ho by @neuroticbookworm

Love in the Big City TV Series Episodes 5 & 6: Kylie Once Again Recontextualizes Everything by @twig-tea

Responses to discussion questions by @my-rose-tinted-glasses

Thoughts on Part 3 by @shinjiikar1

Thoughts on Yeong and Gyu-ho's romance by @my-rose-tinted-glasses

Yeong in his relationship with Gyu-ho by @lurkingshan

Episodes 7-8 (Part 4)

A Ramble: Love in the Big City Eps 7-8 by @solitaryandwandering

Go Yeong & Gyo-ho after Thailand: Freefall by @impala124

Gyu-ho. My only wish. by @my-rose-tinted-glasses

LITBC Ep. 7-8: Gotta Love an Adaptation by @wen-kexing-apologist

Love in the Big City adaptation changes by @avorbl

Love in the Big City Drama: Episodes 7-8 Book Club Discussion by @profiterole-reads

Love in the Big City Eps 7-8: Always Forward by @bengiyo

Love in the Big City IRL Locations by @colourme-feral

Love in the Big City Part 4: We All Need T-aras in Our Lives by @neuroticbookworm

Love in the Big City TV Series Episodes 7 & 8: Different Flavours of Hope by @twig-tea

Moving on by @avorbl

On Habibi and Yeong by @lurkingshan

The End - LITBC Ep. 7/8 by @shinjiikar1

Tis better to have loved and lost by @my-rose-tinted-glasses

Yeong's enduring wish by @lurkingshan

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choupistickfaitdesbetises · 23 days ago

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I don't usually talk about this bullshit.

This family at best bores me, at worst... I prefer not to stoop to their level.

I simply wanted to point out this article... astonishing.

The tone is radically different from the usual articles that make no sense.

Here, there is reflection, which is rare enough to be noted.

Even if the trash media gets involved... it's the beginning of the end.

#timothée chalamet #bullshit #january 2025 #golden globes #daily mail #a complete unknown #paris premiere

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pixelnrd · 7 months ago

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Quincy had started chatting online, spending more and more time hogging the family computer to hang out in online chatrooms. Everyone assumed he was chatting with the girl he had been flirtatiously dancing with at prom. He had been inviting Kylie over less and less these days.

Eventually Quincy decided that he didn’t want to be in a relationship with Kylie anymore. It had been really good fun, and she was cool, but all of a sudden the lust he had felt had disappeared. He didn’t want to do her wrong, so he tried to let her down gently.

‘Is there another girl,’ Kylie asked darkly.

‘No, there isn’t. I just, I think maybe we could be friends instead. I just don’t feel it anymore,’ said Quincy, clumsily tripping over his words. But Kylie was angry, and he knew it. He felt so guilty for making her sad.

After the break up Ginger found Kylie crying on the front steps. She hadn’t realised what Quincy had done until Kylie told her, and as she comforted the poor girl she felt disappointed in her brother. Kylie had been perfect for him, why would he just go cold on her like that?!

Ginger stormed into Quincy’s basement to give him a piece of her mind. Of course he was getting high, so he never had to be accountable to his own feelings.

‘You’re such a pathetic loser, Q,’ she snarled. ‘You hurt a poor girl like that cos your stupid stoner brain has no idea what a good thing looks like, or how to distinguish between your dick and your heart.’

Her words hurt Quincy, who felt ashamed. He did feel like a loser. He just wanted to be free to try other things, but Ginger had shone a light on him that he didn’t want to see. That he was confused and scared of responsibility, and not ready at all to grow up and face the world and its consequences.

Cause I'm looking like class, and he's looking like trash, can’t get with a deadbeat ass 🎵

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gazsluckyhat · 1 month ago

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The Set Up - two

still sick, so the second half of this may be trash. if it is please forgive my disease addled brain

Kylie didn't need a alpha. She was just fine without one.

Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?

Kylie is warm, And sore. Extremely warm and sore. Something is wrapped around her tightly, she has all these conflicting smells. Her legs and throat ached. She couldn't breath from the heat and the pressure around her.

"Mhh." She opened her eyes to see several bodies strewn around her, something hard was pressed into her. Fuck. Last night she…fuck. The captain was holding her against his chest, his cock placed firmly inside of her. Simon was pressed against her front, Johnny and Kyle curled around their feet. She was blocked in. Closing her eyes she tries to take a steading breath. Calm her nerves before she starts sobbing and choking. Finger's turn her face away.

"Mornin' pretty." Simon was awake, brown eyes examining her. Kylie didn't speak. She didn't know what to say. "Are you sore?" She nodded, Simon's hand coming to rub at her cheek. With a kick he jostled Johnny to move and pried her from Price's arms. She stiffened, everything was sore and tight. Simon carried her into the shower room, gently setting her on her feet against the tile. She pulled her arms around herself and stood away from him. Simon watched her as he turned the knobs to heat the water up.

"C'mon dove. Promise not to bite." Smacking his teeth together he pulled her into him, splaying her out to let the water run down her skin. Using his hands he lathered her in his own soap, loving the scent mixing with hers. "Did so good for us last night. So good. Good little 'mega." He peppered kisses along her neck, jaw and head. She tried pushing his hands away when he went to wash between her legs.

"Stop that. You're not leaving here without getting cleaned right." His finger brushing her clit as he made his way through her folds. Kylie whimpered, her body jolting against him. "Still so sensitive dove." Rinsing his hand off, he brought it back between her legs and fiddled with her clit, using his mouth to drown her whimpers. His other hand holding hers to her chest. She was wet, easily slipping two fingers into her he groaned. She could feel him hardening behind her. It was thick and hot against her back. "Think you can give me one this morning?" Kylie shook her head, she was still tired. The steady trickle seeping from between her legs said different. Pushing her front against the tiled wall he started to finger fuck her, her entire body seizing up easily.

"Hardly touched you and you're already cumming. Such a greedy little thing." Kylie cried, her body was on another planet. She didn't even feel him bend her over, not until he slammed home into her. A muffled scream left her lips at the adjustment. "Fuck dove. So warm." She tried to find a grasp on something but couldn't he had her pinned in his hold. The size of him was mind boggling. Kylie could feel him in her throat, the constant slam of his hips dragging her into a intense pleasure hell. One long drawn out orgasm that she couldn't tell the end from the begging of. Simon pulled out, Kylie falling to the ground as he finished in his own fist. Kyle followed the sound of her cries and Simon's grunts. Walking in as the pair finished. He gently picked Kylie up, moving her back into the water to wash her hair and wipe Simon off her.

"Next time maybe be a little gentle with her." Simon grunted, his back agaisnt the cold tile.

Kylie was tucked into a chair. Blankets wrapped around her as the smell of bacon and eggs become clear. Simon was cooking, Kyle sneaking nips and kisses here and there from both of them. She wanted to go home. Wanted her own clothes and her own bed. Wanted to forget last night period. She'd never been knotted. Saved it for her one true love or whatever. Mainly she hadn't found someone she deemed worthy of knotting her. Of marking her and being hers. They were watching her, every little move. They'd given her some paracetamol for the soreness, let her drink it down with a cup of tea.

"There you are doll." She jumped at the voice and the scruff of hair on her neck. "Jumpy are we?" Kylie looked away. He walked to the boys and gently touched their scent glands, Kylie assumed it was a pack gesture. Maybe showing who was in charge, but the way Kyle leaned into the touch said something different. Johnny strolled in, seating himself at her feet. His hands ran up her legs, buried his head in her lap. A twinge in her heart stopped her from flinching. Instead she sat still, allowing him to lay on her. His warmth was welcomed. She watched as the boys finished making breakfast and joined her and Johnny. Price carried a extra plate, setting it in her hands, Kyle doing the same for Johnny. Eggs bacon, toast, even fruit. Her plate was full.

"Eat up bonnie. Last night zapped you." At the mention of her nightly activities she blanched. Price watched, zeroed in on her tiny movements. He could see the fear and distrust. Sense the hesitation, but he could taste the arousal. The need for them. He'd pulled it out of her. Had licked it from her thighs.

"Not really hungry." Her fingers held the fork but pushed the food around. Johnny took it from her, easily stabbing a couple eggs and holding them to her mouth.

"Eat." Kylie could see the look in his face. The alpha, he wasn't giving her a choice. She opened her mouth obediently. Johnny throwing her a lopsided smile. "See, good." She gave a fake nod and swallowed, allowing him to feed her another bite.

"We have a free day today, why don't we take dove and show her the house?" House? What had she gotten herself into. "Let you pick your room, though don't plan on sleeping in it." She meets Price's eyes. "We haven't had a omega in our bed for a while." She had no idea what to think. What was happening? Was she being kidnapped?

"It's okay. I have my own apartment actually." They seemed to chuckle, Johnny pushing hair from her face.

"Of course you do Bon. But once we've claimed ya', you'll have to live with us." Claiming?!

"Wha-no. Not happening." She's forcing Johnny off and away and moving away from them all. "No one is claiming me! Last night was bad enough, no one asked me! I don't even know any of you!" Hands shaking, Simon approaches her like she's a wild animal.

"Now dove, no need to get worked up. You didn't eaxctly say no last night." She hit the island. He pinned her in. He was so much larger than her. "You're ours. Can't you feel it?" She couldn't feel anything but the thump of her pulse between her legs.

"You haven't given any time to think." He's chuckling, tilting her head back.

"Think today. I'm sure you'll come up with the right answer." He bent to kiss her. "We already have."

After being dressed and fussed over they loaded her into a truck and headed outside town. At least thirty minuets. Kyle and Johnny pinned her in and pointed things out. Telling old stories and funny antidotes. She didn't say anything. What would she say anyway? Hello? I'm a person? Might be getting kidnapped right now? No. She just sat there and kept quiet. Maybe after all this they'd let her go home.

"Here she is, home sweet home." Kylie gasped at the house. Even though it needed some TLC it was beautiful. She could tell some work had been done, the fence and gate looked new. The driveway was cleaned and they parked quickly. The front yard needed work, garden beds empty of flowers but overgrown with weeds. Kyle pulled her out, wrapping a arm around her waist.

"You like flowers? Could plant you some pretty flowers here." Kylie nodded. They followed after Price as he unlocked the door and swung it open. They filed inside. Some of the floors had been torn up, wallpaper scraped off. But the bones were good. She could see a fireplace in the living room, what seemed to be a office off that.

"Like I said, needs work but it's gonna be perfect as our home." Hands set on her shoulders as Price spoke above her. "Needs a woman's touch. Your touch, doll." He pushed up a little. "Go on, explore. Find your room. We can work on a rough draft at dinner." Anxiously she nodded and walked to the huge staircase, up the steps and opened the first door. It was beautiful. They seemed to have been doing all the work themselves. Four strong alphas building the perfect home for their omega. Her. For her. But… they didn't even know her? Two rooms down she found it. Two huge windows overlooked the backyard. A big walk in closet and a en suite. She could fit her room in her apartment in the bathroom alone. It was beautiful. Some paint and drapes and she could picture herself waking up in there, wrapped up in one of them.

"Find it sweetheart?" She looked over at Price. This was their house, not hers. "Fits you. We could get a bed big enough for all of us." Her cheeks heated. She stepped foot into the bathroom. It needed to be updated. Space for a soaking tub and walk in shower.

"Need's some work, huh?" He chuckled. "Tell me your dream bathroom." Kylie smiled.

"It's okay." The mirror was cracked. She looked ran through. He walked up behind her.

"This is our house now, yours included. So tell me." Kylie nodded and pointed to the tub.

"I've always wanted a soaking tub. Somewhere I could relax after my heats. Water to my shoulders. Maybe a walk in shower over there? Built in vanity with a sink here." Price nodded, cataloguing it all. What his girl wanted, his girl got.

"Sounds lovely. I'll order some books for you to go through. Pick out everything from the tile to the finish on the handles. Do the same for your room too. Want you to be comfortable here." Did she want that? They were so nice to her.

"Okay. Yeah." Kissing her cheek he took her hand. He led her to the kitchen, which had already been finished. The fridge and stove matched the cabinetry. Seamless transition. Simon and Kyle seemed to love it. The forest green color went great with the cream highlights.

"Boy's designed it themselves." Johnny whispered as they sat at the breakfast nook. They were going over floor tiles and paint colors.

"That yellow would be good for the nursery." Kyle piped up, the soft yellow in his hands. Nursery?

"What about orange?" They glared at Johnny. "What?"

"Orange for a pups room? No. The yellow is perfect. What do you think Dove?" Eye's on her.

"Pups? Nursery?" Kylie looked around. Just last night she was going to report them and here she was with a room picking out nursery colors. She was single. Un-mated. Definitely not expecting. "I'm not pregnant. Or in a relationship. You don’t even know my name and you're sitting her planning my future?" Price sat back and folded his arms.

"Kylie Renee West. Born March twenty-third at two-thirty pm. Graduated early at sixteen, developed chronic migraines the same year. You're AB positive. You can't stand pushy alphas and have spent most of your adult life avoiding alphas at all cost." He leaned forward. "I know you're our omega. I know we're gonna claim you and then gonna take turns filling you up until it sticks." Kylie couldn't breath. They'd been watching her.

"You've been stalking me?"

"Researching. Our job doesn't leave time for chit chat, love. Wanna make you ours before it's too late." Four males sat in front of her ready to give her the world. Whatever she asked for. They seemed to know every little thing about her. God knows they fucked her good. Kylie was twenty-five. Most of her friends were mated and settled. Here was her chance. Was she gonna take it or run?

"Let's say I agree to be your omega. What happens? You expect me to change my entire life? Keep me barefoot and pregnant?" She refused to give up her life for a alpha. She worked to hard for it.

"No need for you to work. We can support you easily. Especially when you get pregnant. Shouldn't be on your feet then."

"Good little omega should stay at home and wait for us to take care of her." Kylie wanted to scoff.

"I have a life without you, you know? Friends, a job, hobbies!"

"Which is all doable from our house, where you belong. And like Simon said, there's no need for you to work. More time for those hobbies of yours." She was gonna faint. They expected her to drop everything to stay at home and play housekeeper.

"Hell no. I'm not giving up my life. Not for some man's dreams." She went to stand, leave before she said anything else.

"Not so fast little one." She was pressed between two bodies. Kyle and Johnny. "You act like you have a choice in the matter." A hand was in her pants, fingers slipping between her folds and prodding at her clit. Kylie's omega was clawing her way to the front again, being so close to these alphas and the mouth's on her neck.

"You've been ours since we first saw ya' Bon." Johnny sucked her earlobe into his mouth, Kyle's hands playing with her. Kylie tried to push them away, knowing her good judgement was dwindling quickly. The pleasure soaring through her body was causing her brain to melt.

"You can say what you want doll, but you can't deny that your body craves us. You're all but begging us to fuck you. Ruin you." Kylie whimpered. Leaning back into Kyle as Johnny latched his mouth to hers. No one had ever touched her the way they did. They touched places she didn't even know she had. Had never experienced pleasure like this with anyone else.

"Tell us you want this." A hand wrapped around her throat. She looked into Johnny's eyes. Kyle was fingering her, she could hear how wet she was, the squelches loud in her ears. Johnny squeezed harder.

"I-I want this." Her voice was breathy, sounding more like a moan than words. Her toes curled as the orgasm approached. Kyle quickened his pace, loving the look on her face. The scrunch of her brows and whimpers that left her lips.

"You gonna cum for us?" Kylie nodded, Johnny's hand still wrapped around her neck, his teeth nibbling on her ear. "Look so pretty when you do. Taste even prettier." Johnny tightened his grip and watched as her face scrunched up, her hand wrapping around Kyles wrist as she came. Kyle continued until she was whimpering and trying to pull away, shoving his fingers in her mouth to clean.

"Who do you belong to?" John was standing in front of her, his hand palming himself through his jeans. Simon right behind him. Kylie licked her lips before answering.

"You." John smiled and undid his button, shoving them down his legs.

"Good girl, now get on your knees."

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