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THE FUCKBOY NEXT DOOR.

Bangchan x reader. (s,a)

Synopsis: Having issues to break up with your boyfriend, you seek help from the boy next door and the number one fuckboy in the area, Chan. (10k words)

Author's note: I went through a nasty break up a few weeks ago and this is basically just me trying to cope by being delulu about having a fuckboy Chan as a neighbor. Enjoy x

It becomes a habit now that Chan doesn't know where he is when he wakes up in the morning.

The first thing that he'll do is retrace everything to last night. He was DJ-ing at a club, had a few drinks in between, met a girl who was eyeing him the whole night, had a few more drinks, there was a little touching and a quick makeout session in the dark alley and people can guess what happens after that

So this is where he is right now, the girl's bedroom and he can recall everything that happened last night except the girl's name.

"Fuck!" Chan mutters under his breath.

Judging from how bright the sun is outside, he knows he only has a little window to make his escape so he quickly gets off the bed as calmly as possible. He then tiptoes around to gather his clothes and put them on without making any noise.

However, he fails at it as the head from his belt hits the bed frame and the clanging of metal meets metal echoing in the room.

The girl steers on her sleep and rolls over to the side, she brushes her hair away from her face, catching Chan putting his belt on.

The plan to make a quick getaway has come to a failure but he keeps his cool, continuing to buckle his belt and then plants his hands on each side of his waist.

"Morning," He awkwardly says with a forced smile.

"Morning," the girl replies with a smile then props an elbow against the mattress, sending the duvet sliding down her body and exposing her bare chest to him.

Chan might have been a little drunk when he met her but damn, his fuckboy radar works well even under the influence of alcohol.

"You're leaving already?" She asks, flipping her hair to the back to expose more of those beautiful mounds to him.

Chan has to tell his pervy brain to focus actively, he looks away and picks up his jacket from the floor.

"I promised a friend to help him move out today," He lies, then pretends to check the time on his phone, "And I'm kind of late."

The girl nods then twirls her hair around her finger, "Well then... when can I see you again?"

"I hope soon," Chan says with his charming grin that disguises the insincerity in his answer.

The girl smiles at that which confirms that the grin works, "But seriously, I can't wait to see you again," she says.

"I'll call you," he says because that's what he can promise her at the moment but whether he'll do it or not is uncertain.

"But you don't have my numbers yet," she says with her eyebrows wrinkled in suspicion.

"No, I'm sure you already did," he says, convincing her by scrolling the contacts on his phone.

"Yup. I have your numbers already," he lies again, showing her a random contact on his phone for a quick second.

"But my name is Thalia," she says, cleverly catching the name on the contact.

"Yes, of course, you're Thalia," he says with utmost confidence and his ultimate weapon of a dimpled smile.

The girl seems alarmed though. She sits up on the bed and clutches the duvet close to her chest, "We're going to see each other again, right Chris?"

"Yes," he answers without a beat, and at this point, lying is as easy as breathing to him.

"Can I get a kiss before you leave?"

"Sure," he says, coming around the bed to give her a quick peck on the lips.

The girl smiles when he lets go and watches as he walks to the doorway, "I'll call you, Tanya."

"It's Thalia," she corrects him with an apparent displeasure on her face.

Chan shoves his phone into the pocket of his jeans and takes the time to properly bid her goodbye. Nothing a girl likes more than a sweet mouth and a little assurance, he'll give her exactly that.

"I'll see you soon, Thalia," Chan says with a smile.

"See you soon, Chris," and the girl naively believes him, if only she knew that this will be the last time they're seeing each other.

Yet again, Chan makes another successful getaway.

-

The warm weather of spring makes it a pleasant walk from the bus stop to his apartment building. He wants to stop somewhere for breakfast but his head feels heavy from the hangover, he just wants to go home as soon as possible, have a bowl of cereal then take an aspirin for the pounding headache.

In the lobby, he makes a quick stop to collect his mail and takes a quick check at it, sorting them out on the spot so he knows which ones he should bring upstairs.

From the corner of his eyes, Chan catches his neighbor, you with your boyfriend chatting by the elevator. He notices the gestures, the expression, and the whole interaction, it doesn't take a genius to know that something is going on there that the naked eyes can't see.

Chan throws the unnecessary mail into the trash bin nearby and walks to the elevator, hearing the little conversation going on between you and your boyfriend.

"...the waffles were delicious. We should have breakfast there again," the boyfriend says as he looks at you, "What do you think?"

"Yeah," you meekly answer while looking at the little screen that shows the floor the elevator is stopping in.

Chan tries to remain invisible but his eyes accidentally make contact with your boyfriend so he may as well make his presence known.

"Hi, neighbor," he greets, he knows your name but you seem to prefer to be called that way.

You do what you always do whenever you meet each other in the building, give him a quick judging look and a courteous smile.

"And hi neighbor's boyfriend," he greets your boyfriend next.

"Hi," your boyfriend greets back, "Chris, isn't it?"

"Yes and you are Lee," Chan responds.

"Right. So how was your Friday night?" Lee initiates a small talk.

"I believe it wasn't as good as yours," Chan playfully answers.

"Oh, we just stayed in and watched a movie, right baby?" Lee says, putting his arm around your shoulder.

All of a sudden, you take a step forward and say, "It's here."

The elevator doesn't chime until a moment later but you seem to be more than eager to get in. You turn around to give your boyfriend a quick hug.

"I'll try to leave early so we can have dinner together," Lee says with a quick kiss on the cheek.

"It's okay. Take your time," you say with a faint smile.

Chan quietly gets into the elevator and holds the door open for you, he tries not to look at what's happening in front of him not out of politeness but it's just painful to watch.

"I'll call you," Lee adds, catching your hand as you enter the elevator and kissing it.

"Okay," you say then wave your hand at him.

To help you get out of it, Chan releases his finger off the buttons and sends the doors sliding shut.

"Bye, baby," Lee says for the last time before the doors completely close.

It's just another awkward elevator ride with you and he'll usually try to endure it but after watching all that and trying not to say anything is hard, he can't help but impose.

He glances at you to check whether you're ready to hear about what he has to say but you always have the same stoic expression. Then it occurs to him that he has never seen you smile impolitely or out of joy, or even hear your laugh, but maybe after you hear what he's about to say, he'll get to see a different facial expression on you.

"Oh, man! That was painful to watch," he sighs as he keeps looking straight ahead at his reflection in the shiny furnace of the elevator.

There's no one else in the elevator so you're fully aware that he's talking to you but you don't respond until a while later.

There you go, with your judging look and stoic expression, looking at him as you say, "Excuse me?"

Chan doesn't want to sound rude but beating around the bush isn't his thing, he prefers to be straightforward. He knows it's all based on assumptions but he's pretty sure his judgements are pretty accurate.

He's going to just do it and lay out the facts, he turns to the side, then leans his back against the cold surface of the elevator.

"Your shoulder tightens when he called you baby and the fact you lied about the breakfast tells me that you didn't actually like his choice of restaurant," he pauses to let out a cynical chuckle, "the waffles weren't that good, I guess?"

When he wants to see a different facial expression on you, he doesn't mean seeing your angry one, but oh well, the damage has been done.

"Because I'm a good girlfriend that's why I let him choose the restaurant," you become defensive all of a sudden but that's an unconvincing answer.

"No, you let him choose out of pity," he simply remarks, "And just now, your nostrils flared when I pointed it out."

With all of these signs combined with his personal experiences, Chan narrows it out to one conclusion. He looks at you in the eyes and says, "You're about to break up with him, don't you?"

It looks like you've been slapped right on the face except that the slap doesn't come from someone, it's from the truth that comes out of Chan's unfiltered mouth and he instantly regrets it for meddling in in someone else's business.

"I'm sorry, but why are we having this conversation?" You ask, crossing your arms together in front of you.

"It's not like you're any better. You slept around, you're scared of commitment and now, sticking your nose at my business. You are the kind of person that I deeply despise!" You angrily say with your chest heaving.

It seems like you're saying all of those things about him out of anger because he sees right through you but now he knows why you always give him that judging look. He's the one who started it so yeah, okay, maybe he deserves that but that doesn't change the truth. The problem is what he said and your response, they're heading in the opposite direction.

"I think someone has her panties in a twist," Chan coyly responds.

"Look, there's nothing wrong with wanting to break up. That doesn't make you a bad person," he adds and decides to end the talk right there.

It gets quiet in this enclosed space and it's already suffocating as it is but how lucky that he has to patiently wait for the elevator to ride through three more floors to get out of here.

When the elevator finally dings open, Chan lets out a breath he doesn't know he's been holding but he's not the one in a hurry to exit both this space and the situation. He stays where he is and lets you out first.

When he thinks you don't have anything else to say, you stop right outside the elevator and look at him with a piercing gaze.

"Don't, for one second, think that you had any effect whatsoever on my panties!" You emphasize every word in anger, then storm off.

Know what? Maybe Chan should skip the bowl of cereal and take two aspirin instead. As for you, maybe you need to chill the fuck out.

-

Just because you've been neighbors with Chan for the past three years doesn't mean that you know each other on a personal level.

All you know about him is that he's a DJ which explains why there's always music playing in his apartment, he always wears a sleeveless top to showcase his muscles, and he always has a stupid grin on to show off the stupid dimples on his stupid face, an annoying Australian accent and from how many times you caught different girls taking a walk of shame out of his apartment, it's safe to say that he's the number one fuckboy in the area

So how dare he say all of that stuff in the elevator when he doesn't know anything about you at all? Moreover, what does a fuckboy like him know about relationships?

It shouldn't be hard to ignore because it's something you usually do but gosh, the memory of the conversation still vexed you a few days later.

Then it hits you that it bothers you so much because deep down, you know what he said is true. You've been wanting to break up with your boyfriend and hearing that comes from someone outside that relationship only solidified that thought.

There's nothing wrong with your boyfriend, Lee is nice, too nice even, and when you think about it, maybe that is the problem, he is too nice and that leads you to another problem, you don't know how to break up with him without hurting his feelings.

But you know who can help you with that? Someone who has a lot of experience in breaking up with people.

Oh, what a joy that you find the answer right across your door!

Before you get to ask for his help though, you're fully aware that there's another thing to do and there's no other way to do it but walk up to his apartment, knock on his door, and apologize.

As you're standing there in front of his apartment door, you're dreading it. All sorts of thoughts crossed your head like why did you have to be so riled up that time in the elevator? Why did you have to say that thing about the panties? Just why? Ugh!

Let's just get it over with, you mutter inside your head.

With hesitant hand, you knock on his door and then hold the urge to turn around and run back to your apartment. You let yourself take a step back as you wait for him to come for the door.

Do not open the door, do not open the door, you chant inside your head while tapping your foot against the floor. However, things are not always going the way you want.

The door swings inward and a second later, Chan appears with disheveled hair and he only has one arm in the sleeve of his t-shirt, then you spot a girl's shoes next to his feet.

Oh no, please don't say you're coming at the wrong time.

You reflexively take another step back but he grabs your forearm and then opens the door wider, showing you that there's a girl there.

"It's my neighbor, she's here to remind me about the tenant meeting," he says to her.

The girl looks at you rather suspiciously and crosses her arms together in front of her as she glares at Chan.

"No. Don't you dare try to get out of this, Chris!"

"But it's true. We have to leave now," Chan says, then gives you a look that tells you to lie along with him, "Right?"

Running a quick assessment of the situation, you're certain that Chan is trying to get himself out of it to avoid having a difficult conversation with the beautiful lady. You hate to be the accessory to his crime but if this means that it would help you earn his forgiveness...

"The pigeons!" You make up a lie on the spot.

"The pigeons are ruining our rooftop garden so we held this urgent tenant meeting," you add with what you hope is a convincing smile.

"Oh, those damn pigeons!" Chan heavily sighs with a phony expression.

The lie makes your throat dry and your cheeks hurt from forcing a smile, you have to keep it going as the lady considers whether to believe that the tenant meeting is true or not.

Chan grabs his jacket from the clothes hook and puts it on, "We'll continue this later, okay?" He says to her.

Without waiting for her answer, he gets out of the door and drags you with him to go to your apartment. Once both of you get inside, he immediately closes the door behind him and lets out a long sigh.

"Oh, wow!" He exclaims once he realizes that he's inside your apartment.

He allows himself further inside and leisurely walks around your apartment, checking your kitchen, trailing his fingers on your book collection on the shelf, and observing the potted plants lining up on the window sill.

He walks back to the middle of the room and takes another 360-degree look around the apartment, then nods in approval.

"So, this is what the inside of your apartment looks like," he says in a cryptic tone.

Not sure if he wants you to respond to that or if should respond at all. You choose to remain silent and only respond when his intentions are intelligible.

Chan then sits on the sofa, making himself comfortable, and looks at you, then at what you're holding in both hands.

"Is that for me?"

The jar of cookies you've been unknowingly holding in your hands is a token of apology and it is for him.

"Yes, it is for you," you say, handing it to him with both hands.

"I'm sorry about the other day," you sincerely apologize, but you know you have to let him know what you're apologizing for, "for what I've said to you. I'm terribly sorry."

"Well, since you're helping me with the uh... situation," he coyly says as he scratches his eyebrow, "consider us even."

See? That wasn't so hard. You feel bad for lying to the girl but at least, you've been forgiven.

"Thank you," you add with a smile.

Chan doesn't say anything else but opens the lid and takes a cookie out of the jar. He gets comfortable on the sofa, sitting slumped with his legs spreading wide, and then he takes a big bite of the cookie.

It doesn't take long for him to notice that you have something else to say to him other than an apology.

Before he gets to it, you force yourself to start speaking.

"So, Chris..." you call, then abruptly stop talking. You suddenly have a second thought about asking for his help.

"What's up?" He asks while chewing on his cookie.

It's at the tip of your tongue but your mouth feels like they're sewn shut. You clasp your hands together and muster up the courage to just blurt it out.

"Do you want something to have with the cookies?"

You swear you plan on asking for his help but somehow, your mouth saying a different thing.

"Milk would be nice," he answers.

"Milk. Yes, I have milk," you awkwardly say, slowly making your way to the kitchen like a walking dead.

You take a carton of milk from the fridge and while pouring it into a glass, you're scolding yourself for being so cowardly.

After taking a moment to take a deep breath and muster up the courage to ask, you walk back to the sofa with the glass of milk in hand. With a smile, you hand it to him.

"Thank you," he says, his eyes catching something in your eyes.

You immediately break the eye contact and take another step back, standing and watching him finish his third cookie then wash it down with a sip of milk.

"I hope you don't mind that I'm going to stay here until the girl leaves my apartment," he informs.

"Oh?" You meekly gasp.

"But I can leave if you're uncomfortable," he says as he sits straight on the sofa.

"No, it's fine," you shortly reply, "Take your time."

"Okay, thanks," he says, reclining back on the sofa and continues munching on the cookies.

You can't decide if he stays longer than you expected is a good thing or not. You use the opportunity to reconsider it and walk to the kitchen to get out of his sight.

"Do you need help or not?" You quietly ask yourself as you pour yourself a glass of water.

Why is it so hard? He's right there. All you need is to go and ask for his help.

The water sloshes out of the glass as you fill it too full and you reflexively back away to avoid getting water all over the front of your dress.

"Everything good there?" Chan asks in a slight panic.

That's it! Enough time has passed from overthinking it! You walk up to him and just do it.

"You're right," you blurt out, "I've been wanting to break up with my boyfriend."

Sensing that it turns serious, Chan slows down his chewing and puts away the cookie jar. You expect the I-told-you-so grin on his face but no, he looks saddened instead.

"Things aren't working out," you openly share with a sad sigh.

You take a seat on the ottoman facing the sofa and sadly sigh, "I've been wanting to break up with him for a week now but I just don't know how."

"How long you've been dating each other?"

"Three years," you answer.

"Wow," Chan lowly gasps in awe.

Three years is not a short time, he understands why you hesitate to break up and it isn't an easy decision either.

"I need your help," you hopelessly say, unintentionally becoming vulnerable in front of him.

"My help?"

"Help me how to break up with him," you further explain.

"Of all people, why me?" He asks in utter confusion.

It's hard to answer that without being rude, you decide to let him process the question until it leads him to the answer. After a while, he lets out a dry chuckle and nods, "Okay, yeah. Make sense."

Chan takes another minute to accept the fact that his help is needed because he knows how to break up with someone without feeling awful about it afterward.

"I guess you want to let him down gently?"

"Yes," you answer.

"Well..." he inflates his cheeks then lets the air out through his pursed lips, "You can break up with him through a text."

Which part of 'let him down gently' did he not understand? How is it a good idea to break up through a text? But okay, it's just one suggestion, you give him the benefit of the doubt for now. Who knows he'll come up with better suggestions.

"I'm sorry. No, I can't do that," you kindly refuse his suggestion.

"You can send it when he's sleeping," he adds.

Oh, God! He gives you an even worse suggestion instead of better ones. You know what? This is a bad idea and you regret asking for his help.

"I don't—" You stop yourself from talking and get up from your seat.

"I'll just check if the lady is still..." Your words trail off as you walk towards the door and check through the peephole first, then you get out of the door to check his apartment next.

"Hello? Excuse me?" You shout from the doorway but no one is answering you.

You take it the lady has left and walk back to your apartment to deliver the news to the rightful owner of the apartment.

"She already left," you tell him.

Chan lets out a sigh and closes the cookie jar, he finishes the milk to its last drop and then gets up from the sofa.

"Thank you for the cookies and the milk," he says with his signature grin.

"No worries," you reply, trying so hard to hide the disappointment in your voice.

Chan holds the cookie jar in one arm and takes a step closer to you, "if you need help on how to write breakup texts, I'm just across the hall," he says.

You don't respond to that but keep a smile on for him as to seem polite.

"And good luck!" He says with gentle pats on your shoulder.

The second he walks out the door, you collapse onto the sofa and dread it even more than before. Turns out, asking for his help is not helping at all.

The next day, you meet him as you collect your mail in the lobby and it's hard to ignore him when his mailbox is next to yours.

"G'day!" Chan greets you as he leans the side of his body against the wall while sorting his mail.

"Good day!" You respond and hurriedly walk toward the elevator. You push the button to summon it to the lobby and hope it comes soon enough for you to avoid talking to Chan.

Of course, things don't go as you want it. He comes just in time for the elevator about to arrive, he crumples a few letters in his hand into a ball and then tosses it into the trash bin.

"How did it go?" He asks.

"Pardon?" You nonchalantly respond.

Good thing that the elevator chimes open and you can pretend to forget about what he asked you a while ago. You get inside while clutching your mails in hands in front of you but it's not safe yet as you have to share the elevator ride with him.

"So... the break-up texts? Did you do it?" He asks again, going to the corner of the elevator and leaning his back against it.

"Chris, I think you can't just end a three-year relationship with a text," you put it as nicely as you can.

"Yeah, I reckon," he innocently answers.

It seems like Chan can't tell the difference between what is easy and what is right. It isn't a good idea in the first place to ask for help from someone like him who doesn't consider other people's feelings except his own.

"What are you going to do then?" He asks, shifting his weight on one leg.

Since his help is not helping at all, you have no answer to that yet. This should be something you have to figure out on your own in the first place.

"I'll figure it out," you not-very-convincingly answer.

Chan crosses his arms in front of him, making the muscles and veins on his arms more evident under the fluorescent light of the elevator.

"Lee seems like a nice guy," he remarks with a deep inhale of air.

Well, if you have to compare your boyfriend to Chan, then yes, Lee is a really nice guy. Lee excels in a lot of things, including how to treat a person with feelings.

"Yes," you settle with a simple answer.

"A drawn-out break up is only going to end in a big scene," he says, "Just saying."

Chan has a point. It's worse to prolong the pain for both you and Lee, you can't keep pretending that the relationship works and it's unfair that you keep Lee oblivious about all this.

"We can practice, you know," he offers.

"Practice?"

"On how you're going to break up with him," he explains.

He comes up with a better suggestion this time and is almost endearing even but again, he wouldn't know how a person with real feelings reacts to a break-up which makes you unsure if the practice would be any help.

The elevator is about to arrive anyway so you decide to skip on responding to his offer. Once it chimes, the doors part open and you take the first turn to get out with Chan getting off after you. You turn to the left to your apartment while he turns right. You take the key out of your pocket to unlock the door and push your way in while clutching your mail close to your chest.

"You know where to find me if you need help," Chan says just before you close the door to your apartment.

Hard pass, you answer in your head but you put on a smile for his kind offer, then close the door

-

Okay, you admit it. You were too haste when you said that you didn't need his help. You were doing fine for these past few days, you've been avoiding meeting your boyfriend to give you some more time to think of the best way to break the news to him until he calls you.

The phone rings and you just stare at it, considering whether to pick it up or not. If you pick it up, that means you have to lie to him and if you don't, it'll alert him that things are, in fact, not okay.

The latter seems like a better idea so you pick it up after taking a long, deep breath.

"Hi, baby. Am I calling you at the wrong time?"

Not entirely wrong but it would be nice if he didn't call you, you answer in your head.

"Yeah, sorry, I was in the bathroom," you lie.

"Coconut shrimp for dinner. What do you think?" he asks out of the blue.

"That sounds nice," you easily respond.

"I know you'll like it but, babe, do you mind getting us a bottle of wine on the way?

"I'm sorry?" You ask in confusion.

"For our dinner, remember?" he answers, "I'll cook tonight we'll be having dinner at mine."

You hardly paid attention to him because your mind was always elsewhere, you couldn't remember saying yes to the dinner but you did and it must be out of pity.

"No, of course, I remember, I'm just..." you rake your brain to think of something to say.

"I thought it was next week," you lie again with an awkward chuckle.

"You silly!" Lee says, "Aren't you glad that I called, huh?"

"So glad," you lie, again and again.

"I should start prepping the ingredients so they'll be ready when you get here," he says, his voice exuding enthusiasm.

"Okay."

"Don't forget the wine!"

"I won't."

"I can't wait to see you, baby," he sweetly says.

The lies are piling up so may as well add another one to the pile, "Me too."

"I love you, bye."

Don't think you can lie your answer to that, you gulp air, "Bye," you say to the phone, then quickly hang up.

Desperate times call for desperate measures and you don't know your desperate measure means knocking on your neighbor's door. Probably because you hate to admit that you need his help.

Not long after, Chan opens the door and his head pops out from the gap, "What's up?"

"My boyfriend just called and tonight, we'll be having dinner in his place," you blabber in panic.

It takes a second for him to process it then his face turns a little surprised, "What are we going to do then?" He asks in confusion.

You may be in dread but you catch the error in his question, "We? Now, you got your panties in a twist," you tell him.

"Shame on you!" He responds with a sly grin then opens the door wider and shows himself dressed in nothing but a white towel hanging low around his hips.

He puts one arm against the doorframe and leans close to you as he says, "Cause I'm not wearing any panties right now."

You should have noticed it from his wet hair and the beads of water rolling down his neck, and now that you're seeing the whole of it, your eyes immediately following where the beads of water going, they're going down the outline of his abs and eventually, to where they're all gathered as his pelvic bones leading down to one way: down south.

However, your instinctive reaction goes against what you're actually feeling inside.

"Ugh!" You groan and turn to the side, "Put some clothes on and I'll see you at my place!"

Without waiting for his answer, you rush back to your apartment and close the door behind you as fast as possible, then you rest your back against it.

The images of his naked body flashing through your head, his glistening wet pale skin, and how some parts of his body are blotchy red around the neck and chest. You get flustered all of a sudden, you immediately press the back of your hand to your cheek and you can feel them heating.

"Get it together!" You scold yourself.

After waiting for almost fifteen minutes, Chan finally comes knocking on your door like it's a musical instrument.

"Are you dressed?" You ask with your hand on the doorknob.

"Hardly," he jokes.

You peek through the peephole and see that he's already dressed to what you can say is his usual attire of dark short pants with a matching sleeveless top, showing off his bulging biceps. You open the door to let him in and he coyly walks in, treating your place like it's his own, sitting on your sofa with his legs spreading wide.

"Okay, so, why am I here?"

You stand in front of him with your hands clasped in front of you, "I've been lying to him the whole phone call and honestly, I've been doing it since the moment I decided that I want to break up with him, and I... I don't think I can lie to him again."

It's easy to admit your mistakes to him because he barely knows you and his opinions about you won't matter that much to you.

"I need to do it tonight," you hopelessly say.

"I take it you need my help to practice your break-up speech?"

You hate that he guesses it right but it's also convenient that you don't have to beat around the bush to ask for it. But first, you try to explain the situation as much as possible so he has ideas on what you're facing here.

"Lee is a man of many emotions and I'm not exaggerating when I say he'll likely cry," you inform.

Chan's forehead wrinkles as he processes this piece of information then stifles a nod. It seems like he still has no idea what you want him to do about it.

"I think it's less painful if you acknowledge the dumpee feelings," you blatantly explain.

"Okay, I got you. Let's practice!' He says, sitting up straighter on the sofa and then putting his hands on his knees.

It's just a practice but your anxiety takes over you not just mentally but also physically as your palms get sweaty. You wipe them down your jeans and take a breath.

"Lee," you call him by your boyfriend's name, and even though it's weird that you're roleplaying, you continue, "I want to break up with you."

Chan looks at you and gets quiet for a moment, "Wow. I'm in utter shock and it makes me very sad to hear that," he says with a rather serious tone.

Not the kind of reaction Lee would likely pull off but that will do if you decide to continue with it.

"I'm fully aware that this is so sudden but I've been thinking hard about it for some time and I think this is a decision that I should take," you say and you know it's a practice but you feel something caught in your throat.

"I'm sad and I need time to process it, but I'll be okay," he calmly says.

Chan gets the tone right but you believe breaking up wouldn't be this easy in real life, especially when there are real feelings to protect. To be honest, you're not ready to face the truth that you may hurt those feelings tonight.

"I think that went very well," Chan says, returning to his default settings.

"Yeah, I think that's it," you meekly say.

The worries and sadness are drawn on your face that Chan can easily see through your veiled expression, "If Lee is as nice as you said he is, then you shouldn't worry much," he says.

He waits until your eyes meet his to continue, "He may get surprised or shocked even, but he'll come around and respect your decision."

You can't believe that those words are coming out of his mouth or that he even tries to comfort you, but you appreciate it. Maybe his heart is still there, he just doesn't let it control him most of the time.

He gets up from the sofa and walks up to you, he takes your hands, ignoring how cold and sweaty they feel in his, "You got this," he assures you.

"Thank you, Chris," you sincerely say with a sad smile.

It is time to stop torturing both you and Lee with lies and forcing yourself to believe that the love is still there. It's time to accept the truth that if you can fall in love, you can also fall out of love.

-

It's a surprise that Chan worries about things that aren't his business. He's been playing some music to distract him from his head but he keeps the volume low because he doesn't want to miss hearing the sound of the elevator that will tell him any signs that you're back from the dinner.

Eventually, he tires himself out from worrying and falls asleep on the sofa. He startles always close to midnight after hearing the knocking on his doors.

Half disoriented, he trudges his way to open the door and finds you there, surprisingly, looking nice in a white cotton dress and your eyes dry.

But from the way you let yourself into his apartment, forgetting your impeccable manners and walking with shoulders slumped and carrying your shoes in your hands, he takes it that you did it.

"So... how did it go?" He carefully asks, following you as you're making your way to the sofa and then sitting on it.

You let a heavy sigh and your shoulders slumped even more, "At least, there's no crying," you answer with a sad smile.

Chan is unsure of how to react to that, is that a good thing or a bad thing? He just stands there with his arms crossed on his chest, thinking out loud.

"And even though it was ending... it was incredibly meaningful to me and I'm going to miss him," you say with your lips trembling.

Oh, no, Chan knows when a girl is about to cry, he quickly finds a remedy to it, one that he knows always works wonders for him. He runs to the kitchen and brings a bottle out of his alcohol stash, then hands it to you.

"Let's have a drink!" He says, realizing that he forgot the glass.

"Wait another second, I'll get the glass," he says, sprinting to retrieve two glasses from his kitchen cabinet.

When he returns, he sees that you're chugging the alcohol straight from the bottle. You gasp and then wince from the bitter aftertaste of it.

"Okay, straight from the bottle it is," he says, popping onto the sofa next to you.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and then hand the bottle to him in which he wastes not another second to take a sip of it.

"The thing is... I really care about him but he wanted to get married, and I'm just not ready for that," you share with your eyes blank and looking at the void.

You take a deep breath but it seems like it only sends your heart sinking deeper and deeper, and making it harder for you to breathe.

"And if I'm not ready with a guy as great as him then what if I'm never ready?" You say, turning your head his way with your eyes glassy, pooling with tears.

"What if that was it..." you lift your shoulders then drop them as you let out a low sigh, "my one chance at love?"

The tears start streaming down your face like a bursting dam and Chan knows he can't do anything about it but let them out.

Hearing your words makes him think about what his idea of love is. He used to think that it was something he could get whenever he wanted it but now he knows that he's wrong, because that's just a short-lived infatuation, just some sort of meaningless connection.

From you, he learns that love is a privilege that not everyone can experience.

"What if I never get a second chance?" You ask him the question that he doesn't know the answer to.

"I don't know. I'm just sad," your voice cracks, then you break into tears.

Chan is quick to catch you into his arms and offers you his embrace. He knows he can't do anything about this sadness but he can try to soothe the pain, he's placing gentle rubs on your back as you cry into his chest.

The cry is resounding in this space, echoing the sadness back to you and it makes him inexplicably sad too, and he gets the urge to make it stop.

"It's going to be alright," he murmurs at the top of your head.

You look up with your eyes wet and red with tears caught in your lashes, "Is it?" You croak.

He doesn't know when but he knows for sure that time heals everything.

"It will be," he answers with a gentle caress of his knuckle on your wet cheek, "eventually."

Your eyes tell some more assurance for him and he doesn't know what drives him to do it, but he leans in, then kisses you.

To his surprise, you kiss him back and he knows you're doing it because you seek his comfort and he wants to give you exactly that. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, giving you that closeness you seek. He kisses you ever so softly because he knows he's kissing a broken heart and he wants to mend it. He can taste your sadness and the bitterness of it, and also the relief underlying all of it. As he kisses you, he lets his heart open just enough to take some of that sadness away from yours.

As the kiss deepens, the sadness withers, and something else emerges. Chan loses in it for a bit until he realizes what you're trying to do with your hand that reaches for the front of his jeans.

He abruptly detaches his lips from yours and shakes his head, "No, we can't do this," he says.

As much as he fancies you enough to have sex with you, he knows better not to do it when you're not in your right mind and your judgments are clouded with sadness. The last thing he wants is you waking up in the morning full of regrets.

"I want this, Chris," you croak.

"No, we can't," he adamantly says and takes your hand away from him.

"You're sad. You do want this," he says in an effort to put some sense into you.

You roughly crumple the front of his t-shirt and pull him close, "I want– No, I need this, Chris," you say to him with your eyes dark like two bottomless pits.

"Please?" You plead as a tear rolls down from the corner of your eye.

This is the most hopeless he ever heard of you and it breaks his heart. You said it yourself, you need this and he knows what you mean by that. You need the distraction, you need him to take this pain away even just for a fleeting moment, moreover, he can't break what's already broken.

He takes your hand off of his clothes and puts it in his, he leans in until his forehead is pressed against yours.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asks once again.

"Yes," you answer without a beat.

That's all Chan needed to hear, he inhales air and puts an inch between your faces. He then tenderly holds your face with both hands and looks at you, unsure where to start but maybe, he can start by making those tears coming out of your eyes.

Chan dabs the tears pooling in the corner of your eyes with his knuckle and without the slightest of hesitancy, he places a gentle kiss on each of your closed eyelids and before you can open them, he captures your lips in a kiss.

Sex is not something new to him but Chan knows that this time is not about physical fulfillment, but a way to offer comfort and hopefully, to also mend your broken heart.

He takes his time to strip away every piece of clothing on you until you're bare, lying on the bed with nothing but sadness that fills your heart.

He touches you with utmost gentleness, using just his fingertips to feel the softness of your skin and you're so pliant, sensitive to his touch.

To make it fair, Chan takes his clothes off as well before joining you on the bed, caging you in between his arms and hovering only inches away above you.

"Touch me," he says to you, taking your hand and placing it on his shoulder.

He then glides your hand down his neck and chest, he makes you feel every inch of his pale skin with him. However, when he looks at you, your eyes remain on his.

"You feel so warm, Chris," you lowly mutter.

He brings your hand close to his mouth and kisses it, then crashes his lips on yours.

The gap between your bodies becomes non-existent as you keep pulling him close, he relents by lowering himself on top of you and props an elbow against the mattress to not put his whole weight on you.

Lips locked, hands around each other, bodies pressed together and the temperature keeps on rising in the room. Chan makes you feel every part of his lips brushing and gliding over yours. He skillfully parts your mouth open with his tongue so he can kiss you deep and hard, yet slow until you run out of breath.

At the same time, his hand makes its way down until his fingers land on your delicate flesh. He touches it tenderly, running his fingers between the folds, and drags them upward to rub on your bundle of nerves.

"Ah..." you moan against his lips as you curve your hand around his neck and pull him incredibly closer.

Judging from it, he knows he's doing it right and he should continue, he applies gentle pressures on your clit, making you drenched and that way, he can slowly put a digit inside of you.

You let go of his kiss to let out a moan and your head falls onto the pillow as he puts another digit into you, two fingers pumping in and out of you.

Chan intently watches as your face contorted along to the pleasure, how your jaws slack open and breathless moans keep spilling out of your parted mouth.

The way you clench around his fingers makes him impatient to feel you and how tight you feel around him, and the noises you make oh, they're his new favorite tune that he wants to keep listening to until his eardrums burst.

He glances down as he pulls his fingers out of you and finds them thickly coated with your essence, it doesn't stop him from shoving them into his mouth and lick them clean.

Chan holds you by the chin to keep you still as he kisses you, "Give me a second to get a condom, yeah?" He says to you and you nod in answer.

He makes his to the bathroom and pulls the drawer open to take a condom. To save time, he decides to put it on right away, he tears through the foil packet with his teeth and rolls the rubber down his hard length.

On the way out, he catches his reflection in the mirror and gets reminded that this is not about him. Tonight, it's all about you.

He returns to the bedroom, finding you still lying in bed naked and hugging yourself. He climbs onto the bed and lowers himself on you, letting you absorb his body heat to warm you.

Craving for another taste of it, he goes down and plants his mouth on your cunt next, tasting you right on his tongue.

You're squirming as his tongue laps over your wetness, drinking in on your essence and then using it to circle on your clit.

He's not the only one getting impatient and asking more of it, you both want it and there's no wasting time anymore. Just before he takes it to the next part, he places a long, tender kiss on your clit and immediately brings his mouth to yours again so you can taste yourself on him.

"I'm going in, mmh?" He says as he endearingly brushes your hair away from your face.

You hold on to his shoulder as he settles himself between your legs, aligning his cock with your entrance but before that, he rubs his length between your folds, lubricating it with your essence.

Your hands fly to your chest, hugging yourself again as you lowly moan to his hard length rubbing over your clit and then, pushing its way into you.

"Goodness fu—" he can't even finish his sentence without breaking into a satisfied groan.

It's just the tip but he can already feel how tight you are around him, he's scared yet excited to push more of him into you. He reorganizes his breathing and rests his hand on your abdomen to do it.

Chan looks down to check and he still has a little more of him that needs to be inside you, he sharply inhales air through his nostrils and pushes the remaining length in one quick push.

"Oh..." you breathlessly moan as you're squeezing on your breasts.

Chan allows himself to take a moment to adjust himself to being inside you and you seem to also need time to adjust to his size because you feel so incredibly tight around him. It makes him wonder how this little thing can take him so well.

He takes your hands away from your chest and puts them around his shoulders, that way he can put his body on top of you, lips locked with yours again in no time as you wrap your legs around his waist, sending him deeper inside you.

As he takes a breath in between kisses, you hold his face and look at him with a different kind of sadness in your eyes which only reminds him that his initial plan is to make it go away.

He starts thrusting into you, wanting to fuck this sadness out of you. He wants to make you think of nothing but how his cock fills you full and how good he is fucking you right now, and soon, he's going to make you feel nothing but immense pleasure.

"Ah... ah... ah..." you moan for every thrust going into you and the skin-slapping sounds echo along with it in the room.

Chan plants his mouth on your breasts to contain his grunts and groans while keeping the steady motion of his hips pulsating against you.

A hand reaches for his chin and forces him to look at you, instantly engaged in eye contact with you. He continues thrusting into you with eyes looking deep into you, they're no longer looking like bottomless pits, they look like deep oases that he wants to dive into.

The next thing he knows, Chan finds himself deep in you, not just physically but also connected with you in a way that he's never experienced with anyone else until now. He feels barer than he already is and instead of shutting himself off, he embraces it and lets you in.

Soon enough, he finds himself lost in it and fully connects himself to you in a way that lets him know how it feels to love without fears or insecurities holding him back, without worrying if it's being reciprocated or not, to love wholly and completely.

"Oh," you let out a broken moan and that's when he notices that you break into tears again.

Chan abruptly stops moving, afraid that something he does is hurting you without realizing it.

"No, keep going, keep going," you tell him with your voice hoarse.

He needs to make sure to continue, he cups your jaw and asks, "Are you okay?"

"Yes, please, keep going, please," You repeatedly nod and plead with your teary eyes.

He wants you to stop crying, he wants you to stop thinking about what hurts you and start to see him as he tries to take this pain away from you. His body picks up the pace, going impossibly fast and also taking himself close to his high.

Your eyes are screwed shut, your breath is ragged and your hands are gripping onto his shoulders, overwhelmed by the pleasure that he brought on you.

The moment he's sure that you already come to your climax, he allows himself to let go and uses all of his strength to give you a few more thrusts until there's nothing left in him but waves of pleasure that wash over him.

"Chris..." you softly call and then pull him for a chaste kiss on his lips, "Thank you."

Chan's face hovers only inches above you as he softly gazes into your eyes, you look so fragile and open like a wound and he's just glad that he can make your heartache gone even just for a while.

"Shh..." he stops you from talking by running his thumb over your lips and then kisses you with his heart wide open. He lets this beautiful feeling pour out of him and into you.

"No, thank you," he mutters his gratitude between kisses.

Thanks to you, he experiences something he's never felt before with someone else, something new, something pure and real, something that feels a lot like love.

When he wakes up in the morning and finds you're not there, it hits him that maybe it is love but Chan is not ready to admit it yet.

-

A week passes and Chan hasn't seen you ever since that night.

He can't tell if you're avoiding him or needing the space and time to piece yourself back from the break-up, he hopes it's the latter. Gosh! Let him be right.

Regardless of what happened, he can live with the fact that you despise him but it would be sad to know if you choose to go down the path of believing that you're not going to find love again.

Chan just needs to know if you're doing okay, that's what matters for now.

Fortunately, the two of you have been neighbors for quite a long time to learn your routine and knockabouts. He knows what you like to do on a Saturday morning, he goes to the lobby and chats with the concierge as he waits.

At the first sight of you entering the apartment building, his heart palpation, and in all honesty, he's just so happy to finally see you after a while.

Are you not seeing him there? Or you're just pretending which only confirms his initial thought that you've been, in fact, avoiding him.

You're walking through the lobby carrying a bag of groceries in your arm, you skip checking on the mailbox and go straight to the elevator. It just happens that the elevator is vacant and the doors slide open after you push the button.

Chan decides to take the risk, sprinting to get into the elevator before the doors close. You already despise him so a little more hate shouldn't be a problem to him.

"Morning, sunshine," He greets you with his dimpled grin.

"Good morning," you politely reply without looking at him.

Things are going back to normal and he should be glad, right? At least, you're back to your usual settings of looking stoic and acting polite, and the best thing about it is you're still talking to him.

"I should learn to avoid people from you. You're good at it," he pushes it a bit just to see if he can crack through this facade.

"Excuse me?" Your head turns his way and with your eyes widen, "I have not been avoiding anyone."

Chan holds the urge to smile for successfully getting your attention and rests his back against the cold, metal furnace of the elevator, "Are you sure?"

"Well, we're seeing each other now," you tell him.

"That's because I know you like to go to the farmer's market every Saturday morning," he says at the same time, admitting that he knows about your routine.

You slowly turn your body facing him and squint your eyes at him, "You've been keeping tabs on me?"

"It's my favorite pastime activity," he shamelessly answers then pokes his cheek with his tongue.

"It's better than watching porn," he playfully adds, something that he knows will annoy you the right way.

"Ugh!" You groan as you look straight ahead.

Oddly enough, that's what he misses the most about it, interacting with you and seeing your reaction to his antics, but you, especially.

"Don't be so uptight," he coyly says.

He takes a step closer to you and puts his hand on the handlebar, "it's not like we haven't slept together or anything."

You let out a scoff and hoist the strap of your grocery bag higher on your shoulder, "I'm shocked you even remember," you say.

You turn your head next and your eyes immediately lock in a gaze with him, "I figure I'm just a low notch on a very long bedpost," you add.

"Are you calling me a man whore?" Chan says, feeling offended.

You take a step closer to him and daringly stare back into his eyes, "I didn't call you a man," you answer with a sly smirk.

There's a few seconds of silence until Chan realizes what you just said to him but you know what? He's going to give it to you, for now.

He looks at you and smiles, "Touche!"

You both look at each other and at the same time, burst into laughter, and it keeps going until the hilarity subsides with each passing second.

Is this real? Did you just poke fun at him with a beautiful smile on your face? Did you really laugh and the sound of not only echoing in this enclosed space but also in the back of his mind? Did he just see a different facial expression on you? Either way, he likes it and he likes how it makes him feel.

The elevator chimes open and soon, the doors part open. He lets you get off first and then takes his turn after, he gets a little disappointed as you both are going in the opposite direction.

"Hey, Chris," you call as he's only a couple of steps away from the door of his apartment.

His heart palpation again but he keeps his calm and then slowly, turns on his feet to face you, "Yes?"

"I'm cooking curry for dinner and I know it'll be not as good as the one you always ordered but you can come and..." your hand is fiddling with the strap of your grocery bag as you speak but your eyes remain steady on him, "see if it suits your taste."

And did you just invite him for dinner? Him, the neighbor you despise so much?

Chan acts coy and scratches the back of his head, he holds the urge to answer right away. He has a reputation to uphold and he reckons, you have to at least wait a minute for his answer.

"Yeah, okay, let's see," he nonchalantly answers but his smile tells otherwise.

You crack a laugh and nod, walking to your door with the keys jangling as you're unlocking it.

Chan thinks that's the end of it until you call his name again, his heart leaps this time and he almost flies his way to you.

"Yeah?"

"Don't worry, I'm not going to ask you what are we," you say with a smile then get inside of your apartment.

That's funny because, after that night, he was hoping that you would ask him that as most girls do but that's where he is wrong, you're not most girls, you are his neighbor whom Chan is secretly in love with.

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↳ Index [Day 15 - Loss of Virginity]

Pairing: Virgin!Jungkook x soft Domme!Reader

Kinks: anal fingering, gentle male anal, anal dildo, tears, body worship, praise, good boy kink, Missionary to Doggy, this is really sensual

Wordcount: 5.1k

a/n: y’all wanted anal virgin!kook, so i am here delivering the goods. he is so cute istg i wanna protect him :( i also wanna state that i listened to romantic music whilst writing this, so excuse the absolute fluff fest in the beginning ❤

Jungkook is not the adventurous type. He likes the comfort of familiarity and the safety of the known. Adventures bring risks with them. They bring situations he didn’t overthink a hundred times, situations he didn’t mentally prepare for and outcomes he wasn’t ready for.

Quite frankly, he still doesn’t quite understand how he was able to take on the adventure of being your boyfriend because he never even imagined that someone as awesome and amazing and cool as you could like someone as boring and weird as him. But apparently you did. You liked someone like him so very much that last Christmas you asked him to be your boyfriend and the rest is sweet history.

But being with you didn’t change the fact that Jungkook was never adventurous and therefore never accustomed the great knowledge about the scary topic sex like you did. Sex was always a terribly intimidating topic to him. Sex brings situations he didn’t overthink a hundred times, situations he mentally didn’t prepare for and bodily sensations he wasn’t ready for and had no idea how to react to.

You were entirely different. Younger than him by just a few months, but still so much more knowledgeable and experienced than him. Jungkook thought that you were the bravest person he ever met, because of how many stories you told him. You told him that kissing is actually really nice and that it won’t end in him having his lips bitten off. You were joking, but for a short while Jungkook worried greatly that his lips will be bitten off until you kissed him gently and showed him that the adventure wasn’t at all scary to take. You also told him that being naked with each other doesn’t always have to be sexy and that touching skins won’t instantly end in him getting you pregnant. Jungkook then proceeded to be your little spoon as you cuddled naked and he liked it so very much that he cried a little. They were happy tears, but also tears of pride because he managed to go on another adventure he always thought himself too cowardice to take.

You also told him that sex can feel really, really nice and that stuff like falling off dicks, twisted balls or ripped open vaginas (yes Jungkook was very creative in his fears) won’t happen if you were being careful and gentle. You then proceeded to take his virginity in the backseat of his car after a movie date and Jungkook didn’t want to let go of you for the rest of the night because he realised that he loved you like he never loved a person before.

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away with the wind {masterlist}

Pairing: dragonrider!Seonghwa x ex-dragonrider!Reader AU: dragon rider au | strangers -> lovers Summary: a spinal injury forces you to retire from dragon racing, and with it, the end of your engagement to Song Mingi. Park Seonghwa, a rising star in the world of dragon racing and heir to the prestigious House Park, seeks a new dragon after an unfortunate accident on the skyway. As the saying goes, “The enemy of my enemy is my friend.” Genre: mystery, fantasy teaser . chapter i . chapter ii . chapter iii . chapter iv . chapter v . chapter vi . chapter vii . chapter viii . twilight . daylight . chapter x . chapter xi

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To The Wolves

♦️Pairing: Rebel leader Hongjoong x afab doctor reader x Rebel Yeosang ♦️genre/au: rebel leaders/dystopia. one-shot ♦️Word Count: 3,376 ♦️Warnings: mentions of a raid, lil bit of blood, smut(warnings below cut)- 18+ MinorsDNI ♦️AN: okay so thanks to my ult's just coming for my throat with that teaser video- and THIS just adding to the brain rot, this was created. a head's up that like halfway i lost focus and when i came back i had no idea what i was planning so i just winged it so if it seems like the tone changed a bit, there's that. ♦️Network: @pirateeznet ♦️and thank you my beta reader: @yourfatherlucifer

♦️♦️♦️Smut warnings: choking, rough, slight voyeurism, slight mxm, slight degradation, unprotected sex (dont do this), oral (m receiving), petname: Doll- yeosang is called pretty boy. lmk if i missed any.

Wolf in sheep's clothing was such an understatement when it came to these two. Two you had decided to trust with your life, your safe space, your dreams. Two men that were standing before you with their familiar innocent and sweet expressions, that after tonight, you realized were lies.

Hongjoong and Yeosang were the two that graced your doorstep the most, asking for supplies to help the needy and wounded or to get patched up themselves. What had started as two boys just trying to help out their communities after the raid attacks had turned into a friendship that you cherished and coveted. Their sweet smiles and gestures, heroic words that made you believe there was good in this damned city.

Those same two men were at the center of bloodshed and chaos earlier in the raids you so horrible despised. Sure you didn't care much for their foe, the men that ran this city with a heavy hand- but you also hated their anarchist ways to combat it. You always avoided the raids, keeping your doors open to give medical attention to any bystanders caught in the crossfire, and that was how you had met them.

And why you had run into the heap of chaos early tonight because you had seen them head that way. You had followed out of concern, worried for your friends, only to see a side to them that still had you reeling.

You had run into Yeosang at first, calling out to him as you had pushed past people in white cloaks. He had looked back, locked eyes with you, and watched his beautiful features harden. Jaw clenched, he twisted his head to the side as he turned away from you, barking orders.

Panic had welled inside your gut as you realized he was part of the rebellion- a bit part. So you ran, it didn't matter where, through alleyways and more of the chaos; you heard bombs go off and more leaving you frightened on more than one occasion.

You were hiding in an alley when he came across you: Hongjoong. There were a bunch of civilians before him, running away from the chaos and he seemed to be guiding them. He had looked rather shocked to see you crouched against the wall, struggling to breath, calling out to you.

You bit back the urge to tell him what you saw, noticing a bit of blood on his chin as he held his hand out to you. You had pushed it away and stood up with a scowl, shaking your head.

The grin he gave you as he dropped his hand was purely sadistic and had your blood running cold. “Aw come on, don't be scared of me now.”

“Fuck you.” You spat, moving around him to make a run for it.

He licked his lip, that smirk still there. “That can be arranged, doll.” He didn't come after you, just watched you run.

You should've known he didn't chase because he could just walk into your little clinic, your home, at any time: you gave him a key.

That's how you found yourself in your current predicament, fresh out of the shower and finding the two men you had considered confidants and more, in your room as if they owned it.

Yeosang at least had the decency to look guilty while Hongjoong was wearing that stupid innocent smile you now knew was fake. He didn't seem to care much, both still in their outfits from the riot and the blood from his chin was now smeared down his neck.

“Hey there doc, did we catch you at a bad time?” Hongjoong sat on your bed, legs outstretched before him as he leaned back on his palms. Yeosang stood by the door, arms crossed and unable to meet your gaze- wearing just a towel might have something to do with that though.

Holding the fabric tighter around your body you lifted your chin and stared Hongjoong down. “You better be here to return my key.”

He clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth, reaching into his pocket and pulling said key out. “This key? Mmm, I don't think so.” He tossed it over to Yeosang who caught it easily. “You know we didn't intentionally hide this from you-”

“No, we decided to.” Yeosang added, staring Hongjoong down with the same tick in his jaw from earlier. “When we realized how you felt about the rebels, we didn't want to risk our resources getting thinned.”

Your jaw went slack, staring over at him. You weren't sure what shocked you more- his admission or how much it hurt to think that they used you for your connections. “So what… you pretended to be my friend to get access to my meds and resources? Are you fucking kidding me?!” Anger burst through you, hands clenched into fists on the towel. 

“We thought about it.” Hongjoong replied, getting to his feet with ease. “You're a good doctor, you have a good heart, we needed you. Still need you in fact. Don't run from us now.” He stopped just before you, reaching out to cup your jaw. “We know you like it, you want it. Want us.”

You stiffened at the touch, cheeks burning red as his words washed over you. Wanted them? He can't possibly mean- oh but he did. They had noticed.

It was just a silly crush; an attraction you vowed never to voice because they had been clients and then friends. You were a good person, you told yourself that, and that was the excuse you used never to make a move. You didn't want them to think you were friends with them to get their dick. And you didn't want them to think you were disgusting just because you wanted both.

Now that little crush was complicating things further. Who you thought were innocent, saint-like men were not that at all. No, they were rebels that thrived on anarchy and had your knees weak with the hard energy they had about them.

“Was it all a lie?” You squeaked out, defeated by your own emotions and the knowing look in his eyes.

This time it was Yeosang who stepped closer, a hand going to your hip as if to comfort you. “No, the only lie was keeping this part of us from you. We wanted to tell you.”

“We should've.”

“I didn't want to scare you-”

“That's you. I think I liked her trembling in that alley.” Hongjoong bickered lowly with Yeosang as they seemed to cage you in. “What do you say, doll, now that you've seen us as we are? You still want us?”

Yeosang pushed your damp hair to one side of your neck, running his nose up the curve of your exposed throat. “Do you want to see just how… rebellious we can be?” The deep rumble of his voice sent shivers down your spine and to your core.

Suddenly you felt like prey trapped between two salivating wolves. Both had a possessive hand on your hips, Yeosang's wrapping around your throat to expose your neck more while Hongjoong plied your fist off the top of the towel to loosen it. The worst part? You didn't fight them at all.

Your eyes were wide and locked onto Hongjoong’s dark gaze, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as the towel fell open and to your waist. Truthfully you were at an impasse. Morally you felt conflicted. Emotionally you hurt. But hormonally? Your thighs were becoming wet for an entirely different reason than the shower.

“Is this a lie? A ruse to get me to trust you again? To keep me in your clutches?” You whispered into the space between you, swallowing hard against Yeosang's hand.

“Do you want it to be?” Hongjoong asked as he peeled the towel from you, hands running up the front of your body appreciatively.

“No.” Your answer was immediate, no need to think it over because this was the truth: you wanted it to be real. With each touch you were beginning to ignore the rational sides of your mind as well, debating on taking them up on their offer.

A kiss to your sweet spot on your neck and the massage of your breasts was the final string broken- you caved. “If it's not, if you really want me like this… then show me.”

Your consent was all they needed before they snapped, devouring you just like the hungry wolves you expected them to be. Hongjoong’s lips were on yours while Yeosang's fingers sought out your other pair, finger sliding between the slick folds. The groan he let out just below your ear at how wet you are only had your walls clenching for more. They were positively sinful.

You weren't a rebel but damn did they make you feel like one against your own heart. With every kiss, every touch, you craved more. Wrapping your arms around Hongjoong you pressed closer, legs spreading to accommodate Yeosang's hand as he worked two fingers into your hole, spreading them to work you open.

You were the first to pull away, turning to Yeosang as a moan fell from your lips. Before you could say anything he was pressing his lips to yours.

“Fuck you’re so hot, doll. It's been so hard holding my tongue around you.” Hongjoong took your arms and guided your hands to his pants, bucking his hips to rub the bulge against your palm. “And listening to Yeo whine and pine for you was fucking torture. But I'm a generous man, I'll let him fuck you first- do you like that idea?”

Yeosang wasn't letting you pull away from his lips, his hand cupping your jaw and holding you in place while his fingers leisurely pumped into you. So you got creative with answering Hongjoong, squeezing his cock while grinding your hips down onto Yeosang's hand.

“Hmm I think she does- make sure you fuck her right Sangie~” Hongjoong stepped back, your hands in his as he gently pulled you away from Yeosang.

Both his fingers and lips chased you, stumbling after you with a growl. “Joong-”

“On the bed Sangie, and lose the clothes.” The pretty man stripped while Hongjoong helped you onto your bed, moving your body as he pleased while inspecting you as he saw fit. He arranged you like a doll, humming with approval as you let him. “Hmm you listen so well now, where did that attitude go huh?” When you whined in response he chuckled darkly. “I knew you would fucking like this.” Spreading your legs apart he made you hold them wide, admiring your wet cunt.

You squeaked out when he slapped your pussy, wide eyes meeting his amused smirk. It was still hard to wrap your head around this new side to him, your heart beating wildly in your chest, but he was right- you liked this. “I-I do. I-I'm trusting you both.”

As Yeosang climbed onto the bed, situating himself between your legs, Hongjoong moved off the bed to the end where your head. “That's a mistake doll, you shouldn't trust us. Don't you know how bad we are? You saw us.”

Yeosang took over your hold on your legs, pushing them wider to lift your ass off the bed a bit. “I think she likes the idea of being corrupted. Want us to corrupt you? Ruin you?”

You nodded, tearing your gaze from Hongjoong to look down at Yeosang, breath caught in your throat at the sight of his cockhead pressing against your entrance. “Fuck yes- please.”

“I guess you’re right, our little good girl wants us to ruin her. We should do it thoroughly then.” Hongjoong’s hand slid into your hair, both of you staring between your legs as Yeosang gave you just what you wanted: he pushed his cock forward, inch by inch disappearing into your sweet folds. 

Yeosang’s head fell forward a bit, lips parted in awe as he too watched. “You’re sucking me in so well.” You would’ve reached for him if Hongjoong hadn’t gone out of his way to pin both of your hands under your head, holding them by the wrist and your hair. When he bottomed out, you clenched down, both of you moaning from the pleasure.

Hongjoong was getting a bit impatient though, tsking. “Come on Sangie, ruin her.” 

Yeosang snarled his upper lip at Hongjoong, the tension between them palpable for a moment before Yeosang had his hand around your throat and was pounding into you relentlessly. The 0 to 100 of his movements had you reeling, crying out as your head fell back into Hongjoong’s hand. With your ass slightly off the bed, legs bent up to the point your knees grazed the bed under your arms, Yeosang was rubbing every inch of your inner walls that mattered.

“This what you wanted?” He hissed out, and part of you didn’t think he was talking to you; at least not entirely to you.

The fact Hongjoong answered with a breathless ‘yes’ had you clenching down on Yeosang, his harsh thrusts faltering at the feeling. 

It felt too good to actually focus on Yeosang, and with his hand adding just the right amount of pressure on your throat you couldn’t watch him even if you tried. But Hongjoong? You could see his expressions perfectly. He had a wildly dark look in his eyes, that sadistic grin appearing for a second whenever his eyes flickered down to your throat but otherwise he was watching the way Yeosang was ramming his cock into you.

Yeosang’s low grunts were a perfect compliment to his rough thrusts, the bed rocking from the force that didn’t seem to bother Hongjoong at all. He stood still, taking in the sight before him while still holding your head in the palm of his hand, watching as Yeosang brought you to a climax in the next few strokes. You cried out, Yeosang fucking you through the high that just made youre head even more fuzzy with ecstasy, barely registering the soft curses he let out at the realization that Hongjoong didn’t have any reaction. You whined for him, wanting him to want you just as much as Yeosang did, yet you didn't think he did. But just as Yeosang had seemed to snap, escalating quickly, so did he. 

Hongjoong quickly pulled his pants open and down, his cock springing out and slapping against your cheek. “Open up Doll, I can’t let the pretty boy have you all to himself.” 

Your head fell back, mouth open, moaning around his length as he wasted no time stuffing you in sync with Yeosang’s slowed thrusts. The angle had you gagging, the hand on your throat not helping much either, but you were enjoying it. No, it was the low rumble that left Hongjoong that made it enjoyable. Still reeling from your climax, the two men leisurely made use of your holes, showing that even in their quest to ‘corrupt you’ they were still kind.

Or perhaps it was just a momentarily sense of ease they gave you, Hongjoong’s hips snapping with a sudden roughness that had tears brimming in your eyes.

“Fuck I can feel you in her throat-” Yeosang whined, matching his thrusts as to not be outdone, his grip tightening around your throat making it tighter around Hongjoong’s cock

“Oh yeah?” Hongjoong moaned out in response, his hand covering Yeosang’s as the two locked eyes. “You feel every fucking thrust? Every inch of my cock inside her?”

You gagged, your now free hands grabbing Hongjoong’s pants and tugging before you really did find yourself suffocating on his cock. That would be one hell of a way to go though.

Hongjoong didn’t even take his eyes off of Yeosang at the gurgled sounds you made, but at your whine- “Don’t worry doll, I haven’t forgotten about you. Just need to make sure this dumb pretty boy has enough brain cells to fuck you properly.” He released your throat, letting Yeosang relax his grip and the pressure.

“She’s not complaining.” Yeosang shot back yet you swore he seemed to like it.

“That’s because she’s too busy choking on my cock. But I’ll happily take over fucking that sweet cunt, show her that it takes more than a pretty face to fuck properly.”

Yeosang groaned, hand removed from your throat to hold the back of your thighs, bending you a bit further to hit deeper. You cried out around Hongjoong’s cock, eliciting a breathless whine from him that was echoed by Yeosang.

“Fuck, I can’t tell if you’re enjoying my insults or pissed off by them but look at you- found yourself a second wind Pretty boy? You have the muscles for it, but not the brains for a comeback?”

The tension between them was palpable and felt through each thrust, beginning to annoy you just a bit as Hongjoong focused more on degrading the man fucking you with such a ferocity you really couldn’t think of much more. Not about to be forgotten, you clamped your pussy walls down around Yeosang while hollowing out your cheeks and sucking, resulting in both men cursing while their thrusts momentarily faltered.

“Oh fu- doll don’t do that.”

“We’ve been neglecting our baby.” You whined blissfully when Yeosang’s thumb found your clit, adding just a bit of pressure that had your hips bucking. “I’d also rather hear the sounds she’s making.”

“Oh really?” Hongjoong pulled out, leaving you gasping for air while he stroked your spit along his cock. “Mmm, you’re right, she does make better sounds with her mouth free.”

You honestly didn’t give a damn about the loud noises leaving you as you held onto Hongjoong’s legs. “C-close, wanna come.” Lifting your head a bit you could see Yeosang now and the sight he made: muscles bulging as he held you folded over enough you could easily see the full length of his cock disappearing into your squelching cunt -which alone was a sight to behold- yet you couldn’t take your eyes off his fucked out expression. Pupils blown wide, hair sticking to his forehead and brow that was scrunched together in concentration, and lips parted around soft little moans that were barely audible over your own.

He looked like he was straight out of your wet dreams but better. Better because you could see Hongjoong stroking his cock in your peripheral vision. His free hand was once more under your head, both of you watching Yeosang and you swore that both of you loved the sight of him fucking you.

You didn’t have time to question it, not when Yeosang’s head fell forward, letting out the sweetest whine in his deep voice. “Come with me, please~”

It didn’t matter which of you he was talking to, the next moment filled with a symphony of sinful sounds as you were covered inside and out with their cum, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your own orgasm washed over you. 

You were still reeling when Yeosang pulled out and set you down, leaning down to still a kiss that required all your focus just to give back. Your legs were still shaking, well aware you would be sore tomorrow and lucky if you would be walking without issues in the next hour. Your throat and thighs felt thoroughly bruised and used, so did your cunt.

The raid you had stumbled into earlier was forgotten, brain still buzzing from the effects. Yeosang’s body heat was replaced by a damn towel, cleaning off the cum on your chest and shoulders before it was tossed to Yeosang who cleaned up your thighs and core. Slowly you blinked up at Hongjoong, barely processing that he was fully dressed now.

“Now that everything is out on the table, we won’t be holding back anymore. Are you prepared?” That cold twisted smile was back on his face, Yeosang coming into view with his jaw tightly clenched with emotions you couldn’t place.

Now the raid did come crashing back to you: the sight of chaos and destruction and these two in the middle.

Wolves in sheep’s clothing, and you happily let them devour you.

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