Captain Of The Team

Captain of the team

AKA: Santi’s a dom unless Will’s in the room

(Fem!Reader x Triple Frontier boys)

Summary: When it comes to group sex, you need one F to spell “fuuuck” and 3 M’s to spell “Mmm” (AKA, Santi’s not as straight as he thought, and other things he learns when the boys dick you down together.).

Genre: Porn with some plot.

Rating: EXPLICIT AS ALL HELL. DO NOT READ OR INTERACT UNLESS YOU ARE 18+ ⚠️

Word count: 20k. LONG, but broken into sections.

Author’s note: I know the TF x group sex / gangbang / poly sex has been DONE. The existing examples are stellar ✨ and each so unique that I haven’t really wanted to tackle it myself! Tbqh, I probably didn’t do anything fresh with the beloved trope (and oh boy this evolved so much as I was writing and became something entirely different to what I was shooting for) but I hope I managed to put some small spin on it, somehow, that means you enjoy reading this?! One huge disclaimer: Benny’s not there, I’m sorry, I know some of you will be exceedingly upset with me (but don’t hate me bc neither is Tom, okay - so bear in mind I could have been even meaner to you! 😂) Finally, READ THE WARNINGS to decide if it’s your thing. It’s far softer and ultimately more loving than it sounds when I just list out all of the explicit acts they perform (for real, who says gagging on dick can’t be romantic though, lol, it’s actually a thing that can be so personal 😆), but there are defo things in there which might not be for everyone! So, you’ve literally been warned! If it’s not for you, that’s fine! P.s . This is the theatrical release, I guess. The Director’s Cut went further with some of the kinks (I am a slut for some consensual degradation), but maybe you can convince me to share some deleted scenes, who knows? 😉 I also left it very open for prequels and sequels.

Warnings: EXPLICIT SMUT: all consensual - some consent happens off-screen. MMM on F Gangbang -> mixed M/F + M/M group sex. Things the boys to do reader (as part of planned, consensual scene): service kink; degradation; name calling (toy, slut, whore, good girl etc.) oral sex inc. gagging / brief rough oral, cum swallowing; cum play; spitting in mouth; slave/master dynamics; dom/sub dynamics (sub!reader); brief ball play (sucking, resting on face); P in V sex (unprotected); creampies; cumshots (on face / body); masturbation; fingering; oral sex (receiving); orgasm denial; anal sex (unprotected); gangbang (ish, no DP, sorry!); light slapping (clit); light choking; kissing; aftercare and lots of check-ins / love 💕 Other explicit stuff: rimming (f giving m receiving); first time having explicitly queer sex; MM anal; MM blowjob; M eating M’s cum; sub!M; MM kissing; slight praise kink including terms such as “good boy”/“baby boy”; hair pulling; slight size kink; aftercare. (ask if you’d like more info on any of the above warnings!). General warnings: alcohol mentions, Catholicism mentions, language, mild angst- implied past relationship fuck-up (vague). Disclaimer: this is not a guide to real-life sexual activity. It’s a fantasy fic! Be safe! 😊🧡

Shout-out: to @astroboots because CiCi’s Santi is basically canon to me now. Definitely influenced this Santi calling Frankie “Frank” in this fic. I didn’t used to do that but it’s the only way I can hear it now! 🙈You’re all gonna want to RUN to check out CiCi’s Homecoming series tbh, for the most beautiful Santi/Frankie/reader relationship. Trust me! 🧡 Also, I have to shout-out the OG and flawless TF gangbang fic by @mylifeliterally, the amazing Santi/Frankie threesome by @adverbedly, @autumnleaves1991-blog’s amazing Santi x reader x Benny series, and @charnelhouse’s TFboys x reader series. (What are you even doing in THIS fic to be honest because you NEED to read all of these RIGHT NOW instead!!) I’m sure there are more I need to mention too but sorry that they escape me for now! (LMK if you wanna be untagged!)

Also a huge thank you to everyone who helped me understand American football a little bit! So sorry I used my new-found knowledge in such a crude way 🍆💦😅

THEY’RE GONNA NEED A BOAT WITH HOW WET THEY’LL GET YOU 😂

Afficher davantage

[JAKE] ENGENEs, thank you for today ㅠㅠ I got a haircut ㅎ

Scream for us - Teaser 2

Summary : You are an entirely normal girl by day, but once night falls in Gotham City, you become the greatest thief of all time. Fortunately, the Batboys are there to set you back on the right path; they have a few lessons to teach you to behave like their good girl.

PAIRING : non-idols of ENHYPEN’s hyung line x female reader GENRE : 18+ (MDNI), adulthood, reverse harem, polyamory

Warning : anxiety, blood, filth, injuries, cigarette, thief, superhero, sexual assault, toxicity, violence, fight, theft, child violence, past infidelity, stalker, scars, crude and vulgar language, manipulation, reverse harem, multiple sex scenes, extensive discussion of sex, sadness, hatred, swearing, degradation, exhibitionism.

PS : It will be released on October 28 or 31, and if there are any typos, it's because English is not my native language. Please be kind.

The club resonates with thumping bass, haunting music that makes the ground shake beneath your feet. The strobe light illuminates your body intermittently, revealing every curve of your figure like a well-kept secret, transforming you into a hypnotic creature. As you sway your hips with audacious sensuality, each movement brings you a little closer to ecstasy, as if you were the center of a boiling world, where desire and lust mingle in a macabre dance.

The men around you look at you with a greed that borders on madness. Their eyes, burning and hungry, seem to want to tear your clothes, to take you in a breath. Each look is a promise of forbidden pleasure, an invitation to explore the dark corners of passion. They move slowly, their muscular bodies coming closer, their presence heavy and electric. You feel the thrill of their desire, palpable, almost tangible in the air saturated with heat and promise.

You are aware of the effect you have on them, and it gives you a power that ignites you. Your body, adorned with light and suggestive fabrics, plays with their fantasies, provoking them, inciting them to rise and take what is theirs. You offer a silent invitation, a promise of pleasure and pain, of sweetness and unbridled passion. They desire you like prey, and you are ready to lead them to the edge of ecstasy, to plunge them into an abyss where the line between love and devotion fades, giving way to a wild and desperate dance.

“Fuck, look at her,” Sunghoon breathes, his fists clenched with such intensity that he seems to be trying to contain the surge of his desire. His voice is husky, laden with palpable obsession, and echoes like a sensual whisper in the club’s heavy air. “That little angel, swaying in front of us like a fucking slut in heat. She knows exactly what she’s doing, every movement an act of provocation, a challenge to our reason. She doesn’t care about driving us crazy, she enjoys it.”

His burning eyes scan every curve of your figure, and his body is tense, in the grip of an internal struggle. The atmosphere is electric, as if the entire world has disappeared, leaving only this intoxicating dance, where you are the goddess and they, mere thirsty mortals. Sunghoon loses himself in the obsession of your movements, each oscillation of your hips seeming to speak directly to him, awakening in him a primal need that exhausts him from the inside.

“See that?” he adds, his voice darkening even more, a mixture of desire and frustration. “She’s playing with us, like a cat plays with a mouse. She knows we can’t resist.” The look he gives you is charged with promises of obscene pleasure and unspoken danger, an irresistible mix of dominance and submission that sets his senses ablaze. In that suspended moment, the room comes alive around you, but nothing exists outside of this dangerous game you’ve orchestrated.

Jay, leaning against the bar, his eyes half-closed, can't help but smile provocatively. "An angel, my ass. Look at that," he says, a defiant grin on his lips. He gestures vulgarly at you, his finger tracing an imaginary line along your silhouette, his eyes fixed on the curve of your arched back, where your dress slides dangerously low, exposing the top of your lace thong like an invitation to debauchery.

“She knows she’s here for this, to be touched, to be taken, to be dirty like a whore waiting for nothing more.” His voice is a whisper laden with desire, a promise of unspoken pleasure and rebellion. The air around him thickens, as if every word he speaks creates an electric tension in the air, stoking the rampant, wild desire that invades him.

He doesn't just look at you; he wants you with raw intensity, his thoughts drifting to obscene scenarios, where he would be the one to take control, the one to break the barriers you seem so boldly to play at exposing. In this dangerous game, you are the prey and he is the hunter, and he enjoys the illusion of a power he does not yet have. The room around you shivers with a shared thrill, all trapped in this dance of provocation where every look, every gesture, could be the beginning of a submission or a rebellion of the most sordid kind.

He draws on his cigarette, inhaling the smoke with calculated slowness before tossing it carelessly onto the ground. His gaze locks on you as he approaches, his stride deliberate and full of confidence. His fingers brush your arm, a light but provocative caress, a shiver running down your skin, reminding you of how vulnerable you are under his scrutiny.

He leans towards you, his hot breath caressing your ear, and whispers in a voice full of vice. “You’re already wet under that dress, aren’t you? You’ve been waiting for this, huh, for us to come and take you like the slut you are?” Each word is a whiplash to your conscience, a challenge to your resistance. The intensity of his gaze, tinged with desire and contempt, makes every fiber of your being vibrate.

“I bet you dream of someone ripping that damn dress off you and fucking you against that wall, right there, in front of everyone.” His words echo in your mind like an echo of what you’re trying to repress, an invitation to explore dark desires you don’t dare admit. The idea of ​​being taken like this, exposed and vulnerable, makes you shudder, and you feel the heat rising inside you, a mixture of excitement and defiance. In this suspended moment, you are both the object of his desire and the actress in a scene where boundaries fade, where the forbidden becomes an irresistible call.

You let out a soft moan in response, a sound both delicate and charged with provocation, a silent cry that reveals more than you wanted. The heat between your thighs becomes unbearable, a burning urge that consumes you, and you realize how much you are at his mercy. Each second that passes intensifies this mix of desire and defiance, as if the world around you has faded away, leaving only this electric and erotic tension.

A satisfied smile stretches his lips, a smirk that speaks of triumph and carnivorous desire. “That’s what I thought,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with a seductive arrogance that only adds to your confusion. His gaze scrutinizes every reaction, every shiver of your body, as if he’s revealed a truth you’ve been trying to hide.

You know he's playing with fire, but the spark of danger in his eyes makes you lean a little closer to the abyss. The idea that you're succumbing to his provocations only fuels the fire that burns inside you, and despite the shame that might grip you, you can't help but want more, wanting to know how far he'll go to take you into this daring and obscene game.

Jake, unable to contain his urge, steps closer, his hand sliding shamelessly over your stomach, running a hot caress over your skin. He goes down slowly, exploring every curve of your body, then ventures lower, brushing your crotch through the thin fabric of your dress. “You’re already wet, you dirty little bitch,” he growls, his breath hot against your neck, a promise of debauchery that makes you shudder.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he continues, his tone laced with an arrogance that captivates you. “You like this, don’t you? The idea of ​​being taken, here, with all these assholes watching.” His words resonate like an invitation to give in, to abandon all reserve, and the idea that you could be exposed, devoured by their hungry gaze, makes every fiber of your being vibrate.

“You like to be desired like a female dog in heat,” he says, his voice low and husky, laden with unspoken desire. His hand grows bolder, pressing a little harder, forcing you to arch your back under the pressure of his vulgar touch, a mixture of pleasure and pain that leaves you speechless. The room blurs around you, the sound of the music fading as your entire being focuses on him, on what he evokes in you. 

You let out another moan, this time louder, betraying your consuming need. The sound echoes in the hot, humid air of the club, a silent confession of your submission to pleasure. Your hips move of their own accord, responding to his touch with desperate impatience, seeking more contact, friction that consumes and inflames you. Each movement is an instinctive dance, a call to debauchery that builds the tension around you, the desire and lust intensifying in the eyes of the others.

Their eyes light up, hungry, as they watch this torrid scene. The collective excitement electrifies them, making the atmosphere even more electric. Jake, witnessing your reaction, can't help but smile, aware of the effect he has on you, and it only whets his appetite. Your gestures become bolder, more desperate, and you realize that you are losing your footing, letting yourself be carried away by a wave of obscene desire.

“Fuck, listen to her moan,” Sunghoon growls as he approaches from behind, his raspy voice betraying his arousal. His hands grip your hips with possessive firmness, pulling you roughly against him, his warm, muscular body pressed against yours. The heat of his skin mixes with yours, an electric contact that makes you shiver with desire.

“Look at her, she loves it,” he continues, his hot breath brushing your neck, creating a wave of heat that runs through you. “She wants to be fucked like a fucking doll.” His words are charged with raw, animalistic desire, each syllable sounding like a challenge to your resistance. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and the ardor in his voice only ignites the passion that’s awakening within you.

Your heart pounds as you feel his grip on your hips tighten, forcing you to arch your back against him even more. The thought of being at his mercy, of giving in to this madness, becomes a delicious and terrifying pleasure. You're trapped between insatiable desire and submission, aware that every moan you let out only whets their appetite, sending them all into a whirlwind of filthy, unspoken desire.

Sunghoon’s fingers dig deep into your hips as he pulls you even harder against him, grinding his hard body against your ass with an intensity that makes you lose all sense of control. “Do you feel that? Is that what you want?” he asks, his raspy voice ringing in your ear, a breath thick with desire and defiance. “To take you right here, right now, to make you scream so loud that everyone in this fucking club knows how much you love being treated like a little bitch?”

Adrenaline pulses through your veins, and you feel your breath hitch under the pressure of his body against yours. Every word he speaks is a hot caress, a call to submission. You try to respond, but the answer is lost in an uncontrollable moan that escapes your lips when Jake, without warning, abruptly pushes his fingers between your thighs. The impact of his touch makes you shudder, a mixture of delicious pain and intense pleasure.

“She doesn’t even have to talk, man, her body answers for her,” Jake snorts, his voice full of contempt and arousal. “She’s dying for it.” His words make you blush, but it’s not just shame that washes over you; it’s a wave of burning arousal that courses through you, revealing the truth you’ve been trying to hide. Every urge of desire in your body screams for release, crashing against the barriers of your consciousness. The idea of ​​being caught here, in front of everyone, becomes an irresistible obsession, a promise of ecstasy you can’t ignore.

You feel your body reacting against your will, every fiber of your being tensing, thirsting for this delicious humiliation. The heat rising inside you is unbearable, a devouring fire that consumes everything in its path. You are aware of every gaze trained on you, the whispers that slip through the hot air of the club, but it only intensifies your pleasure, turning every moan into a silent plea.

Sunghoon, behind you, pressing his body against yours, increases the pressure of his hands on your hips, pulling you even closer to him. He knows that you are at their mercy, that you are losing yourself in this collective madness. “We know what you want,” he murmurs, his hot breath mixing with your skin, adding an extra dimension to this humiliation. “You just have to let yourself go.”

This surrender becomes your only thought, the desire that consumes you reaching unbearable levels. The possibility of being used, of being taken in this obscene setting, makes you shudder with pleasure. It's a mixture of disgust and desire, a delicate dance between self-respect and the desire to give it all up. You're trapped between these two worlds, and every moan that escapes your lips only fuels their arousal.

The fear of losing control dissipates as you let yourself be engulfed by this desire. You know that you are degrading yourself, letting go of all the masks, and yet, it no longer scares you. On the contrary, it is this freedom that attracts you, this promise of an indescribable pleasure that awaits you. You are ready to lose yourself in this obscenity, to let yourself be devoured by the burning passion that binds you to them.

Heeseung steps closer then, his eyes dark with desire fixed on you, his gaze trailing over the sweat that beads on your neck, glistening in the strobe light like an irresistible nectar. “Let me taste you,” he whispers, his deep voice filled with vulgar promises that resonate in every corner of your troubled mind. Before you can react, he grabs your chin with a firm hand, his authoritative touch leaving you speechless, and dives towards your throat, biting your tender skin with hungry passion.

The delicious pain of his bite sets you ablaze, forcing you to let out another moan, a sound that mixes pleasure and pain, a primal scream that echoes in the hot air of the club. His teeth leave a mark, an imprint of his insatiable desire, and then he licks the bruised skin, his hot tongue sliding over your flesh, erasing the pain to leave only a wave of pleasure.

His fingers venture under your dress, brushing the bare skin of your thigh with cruel gentleness, each caress making you shudder with desire. “Fuck, you smell so good, I could eat you raw,” he says with a predatory smile, his words laden with voracious need, as if he wanted to devour you entirely.

Your mind races, every sensation amplified, every touch making the fire rise inside you. The heat of his body mixes with the tension in the air, and you feel trapped between anxiety and desire. Every movement, every caress becomes an irresistible call to let go, to abandon all restraint.

Your legs begin to weaken under the weight of their suffocating desire, and you feel that your moans are no longer provocations, but involuntary responses to every caress, every obscene word. They feel it too. They know you are theirs.

“Okay, stop playing,” Jay growls, his voice resonating like an inescapable order. He grabs your wrist with a brutal firmness, yanking you towards him, crushing you against his muscular chest. The heat of his body envelops you, and you feel your heart racing with the pressure of this proximity. “Enough of this fucking dancing. You’re ours now, and you’re going to love every damn moment of it.”

His hands slide over your ass, squeezing with a possessive force that makes you shiver, a mixture of fear and arousal that sets you aflame. Then, in a burst of dominance, he spanks you, the resounding sound echoing like thunder in the warm air of the club. The sharp pain instantly mixes with delectable pleasure, making you moan in surprise. He pulls your dress up with disconcerting impetuosity, revealing your already soaked panties, and his gaze lights up with a greedy glow. A vulgar laugh escapes his lips, seeing how ready you are already to give in. “Look at that. She’s dying for it,” he exclaims, his voice filled with disdain and desire.

The world around you fades away as the intensity of his gaze takes over. Shame and excitement intertwine in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. You are reduced to a mere object of desire, exposed for all to see, and yet, every caress of his hands, every movement, makes you feel a forbidden pleasure that consumes you.

“You want to be taken, huh?” Jay murmurs, his breath hot against your face, unsettling you even more. His fingers slip under the lace of your panties, caressing your skin with unbridled audacity, exploring your intimacy as if it were his right. “You want to be devoured, to become our toy, don’t you?”

His provocative tone sends you into a frenzy, and you feel a shiver of pleasure slide down your spine. The feel of his hand on your skin makes you lose all sense of reality. You're caught in a vice of desire, submissive to his will, and you realize that no matter how hard you try to fight it, a part of you really wants to give in and give in to this filth.

As the club echoes with pulsating music and laughter, you know you have fallen prey to their darkest desires, ready to surrender to the debauchery and pleasure they are willing to offer you.

Jake laughs at you, his smile full of mischief. “You want us to take you there, huh? Make you scream, fuck you until you don’t know where you are. Say it, little slut.” His voice is a bittersweet whisper, laden with a raw desire that makes you shudder. He steps closer, his eyes searching your body’s every reaction, waiting for you to submit to his words, to confess what you truly desire.

The air around you is electric, and every word he speaks undresses you mentally. His piercing gaze leaves no room for escape, locking you in this obscene world where each second brings you a little closer to total surrender. You know he is ready to push you to the limit, to make you taste the darkest ecstasy.

The thrill of the forbidden creeps into you, and the temptation to respond to his provocation becomes unbearable. Every muscle in your body is tense, vibrating to the rhythm of this unquenchable desire. It's as if, at that moment, all you've ever wanted is to be possessed, to give in to this obscenity that eats away at you from the inside.

“Come on, you little slut,” he insists, his raspy voice full of a mix of defiance and promise. “Let me hear those words come out of your mouth.”

“No, you’re not, you asshole,” you blurt out, your voice shaking, betraying the mix of defiance and desire that’s burning inside you. You try to pull away from him reluctantly, but every movement seems futile against the intensity of his gaze. The distance only heightens the adrenaline that pulses through your veins, reminding you of how fascinating you are, how dangerous he is.

Jake steps closer, his smile widening as he interprets your resistance as a challenge. “Oh, really?” he says, his voice thick with mockery. “Then why does your body react like that? Why do you tremble at the mere thought of being taken?”

He blocks your path, his massive body creating a barrier between you and the exit, and you feel the heat radiating off him, wrapping around your skin like a too-warm blanket. The tension between you is palpable, almost suffocating, and you realize that every word he speaks only draws you further into his lewd game.

You open your mouth to answer, but this time, Jake doesn't give you time. In an imperious gesture, he roughly plunges his fingers under your panties, immediately discovering your clitoris, which he begins to rub with brutal insistence. The sensation is so intense that you cry out in surprise, arching your back instinctively, trying to escape this wave of unleashed pleasure that invades you.

Every movement of his fingers on your sensitive skin is both torture and delight, a play of light and shadow that makes you lose all control. Your moans escape your lips, flooding the air with a sound you can't contain. It's a mixture of excitement and shame, an unspoken revelation of your burning desire, and you realize how much you already are at his mercy.

The other club members, indifferent or fascinated, become silent spectators of your submission. Each finger stroke, each caress, seems to amplify the irresistible need to let yourself go, to lose yourself in this ocean of obscene pleasure.

Jake's smile stretches across his face as he increases the pressure of his fingers, delving deeper into your intimacy. You know you're at his mercy, that you've become his plaything in this dance of debauchery. Shame grips you, but the excitement of abandonment consumes you, carrying you to heights you never dared to imagine.

“Fuck, look at her,” Sunghoon growled, his teeth clenched as if every word was a challenge. His hands, greedy and possessive, slowly moved up your body, stopping at your breasts, which he grabbed roughly through the fabric of your dress. The softness of the silk only exacerbated the contrast of his brutal gestures. “She likes it, that little bitch. She loves being touched like this.”

There wasn't an ounce of delicacy in his movements. His fingers, ardent and possessive, pinched your nipples through the fabric, twisting them with a force that made you shiver with pleasure and pain. Each squeeze, each twist, made you moan louder, a sound you couldn't hold back. You felt the excitement vibrate throughout your body, making you vulnerable under his dominating gaze.

“Look at how she reacts,” he continued, his voice filled with desire. He leaned closer, his lips brushing your skin, his heat against your sensitive flesh. His words were like lewd caresses, worming their way into your mind, forcing you to abandon all resistance. He revelled in your reaction, in the way your body arched towards him, thirsting for his touch.

Sunghoon’s hands moved lower, sliding down your stomach, tracing hot paths through the fabric. He wasn’t just touching you, he was claiming every inch of your skin as if he was the only one who had the right to make you feel this way. His fingers explored your curve, lingering for a moment too long, and drawing a moan from you that you hadn’t been able to control.

“I know you want this,” he whispered, his inky eyes staring into yours with an intensity that burned through you. The lust, the possessiveness, all mingled in the air thick with electric tension. He knew you were his, all his, and that knowledge made you swoon even more.

The sensations mixed together, carrying you away in a whirlwind of dark desire. His hands, so firm and sure, made you forget everything else, plunging you into a world where only his will mattered. You were nothing more than a doll in his hands, ready to be molded according to his deepest desires.

Heeseung, still glued to your neck, whispers in a husky voice against your skin, a disturbing heat emanating from his breath. “Tell us how much you want us. Beg for us to take you.” His words slide over your flesh, causing shivers to run through you. The scent of his perfume, mixed with the heat of his body, envelops your senses and makes you lose all sense of control.

His warm breath caresses your ear, making your heart beat faster, while his lips brush your skin, leaving behind a trail of arousal. The way he speaks to you, so possessive, electrifies you. You feel a mixture of desire and submission pouring through you, making you vulnerable with every syllable he utters.

“I know you want this,” he continues, his low voice laced with dark promise. “I can feel your body shaking. You want to be taken, don’t you?” He moves closer, forcing you to feel his body against yours, his muscles tense and ready to swallow you.

Your heartbeat quickens, and you realize that every word he says sounds like an order, a command that you are irresistibly drawn to. The tension in the air is palpable, like a thread ready to snap.

“Go ahead,” he insists, his dark gaze locked with yours, full of desire and defiance. “Beg us. Show us how much you need it.”

His raspy, almost hypnotic voice makes you waver between rebellion and surrender. In this moment, you are nothing more than the echo of his desires, ready to give him everything he wants. The words burn your lips, and as you realize the depth of your desire, a sigh escapes your mouth, a murmur of submission that you can no longer hold back.

“I… I want you,” you confess, your voice trembling but full of truth. Each word a cry of desperation, a plea for passion. “I’m begging you… take me.”

He smiles, a dark, satisfied smile, knowing he's broken your resistance. The promise of what's to come shimmers in the air, and you know he won't let you escape, not now.

yours to wreck. | part two

▹ rabbit hybrid!sunghoon x human!reader x puppyhybrid!jake wc. 36.6k

warning. contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content, plot-driven elements, and possessive behavior. sunghoon's possessive nature is a central theme, especially during intense, intimate moments. expect plenty of tension, strong language, and detailed dirty talk. fluff is sprinkled throughout, but the heat builds, and things might get complicated as emotions run high. so read carefully. mdni.

now that you and sunghoon have taken things to the next level, jake’s been feeling a little left out. as tensions rise, will sunghoon feel guilty for leaving his best friend behind, or is something else brewing between the three of you?

the morning sun filtered through the large windows, casting soft beams of light across the living room floor. jay was sitting at the kitchen island, quietly sipping his coffee, scrolling through his phone, while jungwon stretched out lazily on the couch, his tail flicking idly as he dozed. his ears would occasionally twitch at the soft sounds in the room, but he was mostly lost in his contentment. sunghoon, still in his hybrid form, was perched in the window seat, his fluffy ears twitching as he watched the birds outside. you smiled as you moved around the kitchen, quietly preparing breakfast. every now and then, you’d glance over at sunghoon, the small things like the way his nose twitched or how his ears perked up when he spotted something interesting outside bringing a quiet warmth to your chest. but then there was jake. he was sitting at your feet, his puppy hybrid form practically vibrating with energy as he looked up at you expectantly. his tail thumped against the hardwood floor, and his eyes gleamed with excitement as if waiting for you to notice him. “just a minute, jake,” you said softly, your attention half-focused on flipping the pancakes you had on the stove. you crouched down briefly to scratch behind his ears, a smile tugging at your lips when he leaned into the touch, his tail wagging even harder. but then, as you stood up to finish breakfast, you caught sight of sunghoon watching you from the window. he had hopped down from his perch and padded over to you, nudging you with his nose before wrapping himself around your legs, his bunny ears flopping lazily to one side. “hey,” you whispered, bending down to give sunghoon some attention, your fingers brushing softly over his ears. sunghoon purred softly, his head resting against your thigh as you scratched behind his ear. out of the corner of your eye, you saw jake’s tail slow, his eyes following the way you stroked sunghoon’s ears. there was a brief flicker of something—disappointment? frustration?—in his eyes before he masked it, lowering his head to rest on his paws. he wasn’t sulking exactly, but there was a clear shift. you could feel it. it wasn’t the first time you had noticed the way his excitement dulled just a little when your attention was focused on sunghoon. jungwon, ever perceptive even in his lazy form, glanced up from his spot on the couch, his cat-like eyes flicking between jake and you. his tail twitched once before he rolled over, stretching out fully on the cushions, but the subtle tension didn’t go unnoticed. “you need any help over there?” jay called from the kitchen, breaking the slight awkwardness. you shook your head, forcing a smile. “i’ve got it, but thanks.” sunghoon stayed close by your side, leaning into your touch as you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his hair. jake, in the meantime, stood up slowly, shaking out his fur before padding over to where jay was. he nudged at jay’s leg with his nose, seeking some kind of attention, and jay, without missing a beat, reached down to ruffle jake’s fur. “good boy, jake,” jay said, his voice casual but affectionate. jake wagged his tail slightly, but it was subdued compared to his usual energy. you felt a small pang of guilt. it wasn’t like you were ignoring jake on purpose—it’s just that with sunghoon being your official partner now, your attention naturally gravitated toward him. and jake, in his own playful, affectionate way, had always been part of the dynamic, but lately, it seemed like he was getting the short end of the stick. breakfast continued quietly, everyone falling into their usual roles. jungwon was content to observe, offering the occasional lazy purr from his spot on the couch. jay kept things light, chatting with you and sunghoon as you plated the pancakes. but jake… jake seemed quieter today, more reserved, and though he was still wagging his tail and playing along, you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes lingered on you and sunghoon whenever you were close together.

later, as the day wore on, you all decided to head out to the park. it was a common occurrence, the five of you walking together, but as the group fell into step, you couldn’t shake the feeling that jake was a little further behind today. usually, he’d be bounding ahead, trying to coax you into running or tossing a ball for him, but today? he walked at jay’s side, his usual enthusiasm muted. jay, picking up on it, scratched behind jake’s ear, his voice dropping a little lower. “what’s up with you, pup? you’ve been quiet today.” jake let out a small huff, his ears twitching slightly as he glanced ahead at you and sunghoon. but he didn’t say anything, just leaned into jay’s touch. you noticed, though. the subtle way jake seemed to hang back, the way his tail wagged slower, almost like he wasn’t sure where he fit anymore. and it hurt. because jake had always been there, by your side, and now it felt like something was slipping through your fingers. you tried not to let it get to you, but the more time passed, the more you wondered if maybe… maybe things weren’t as balanced as they used to be. sunghoon’s hand brushed against yours as you walked, his touch grounding you in the moment, but your mind kept drifting back to jake. “you okay?” sunghoon asked, his voice quiet, leaning in just enough that his bunny ears brushed against your shoulder. you forced a smile, nodding. “yeah, just thinking.” but later, when you all returned home, the feeling lingered. jungwon, as usual, made himself comfortable, stretching out in the sunlit spot by the window, his eyes half-lidded in contentment. jay disappeared into the kitchen, mumbling something about getting snacks ready, while jake trotted off to his usual spot by the couch. you watched as jake settled down, his eyes flicking over to you once before he laid his head on his paws, his tail curling around him. it was a subtle gesture, but you knew him well enough to recognize it—the way he wasn’t quite his usual self. the way he seemed like he was waiting for something, some acknowledgment or reassurance that he was still a part of this. of you. as the evening drew on, you found yourself sitting beside him on the couch, running your fingers through his fur, scratching behind his ears in that way he loved. he leaned into you, his tail thumping softly against the cushions, but there was a heaviness in the moment that hadn’t been there before. "i haven’t forgotten you, jake," you whispered, your voice soft as you stroked his fur. he let out a small huff, his eyes half-closing in contentment, but there was still that lingering feeling—that subtle tension that told you things weren’t quite the same.

and maybe they never would be.

sunghoon stood by the front door, his bunny ears drooping, a clear grimace on his face as he sluggishly tied his shoes. jay, leaning casually against the wall with a smirk, was far too amused for sunghoon’s liking. jungwon, in his cat hybrid form, lazily stretched out near jay, his tail flicking rhythmically, as if to say, you’ll be fine. “come on, hoon,” jay teased, nudging him. “it’s just a dentist appointment. you’ll live.” sunghoon huffed, his bunny ears twitching in irritation as he reluctantly grabbed his jacket. “yeah, easy for you to say. you’re not the one getting poked in the mouth.” jungwon padded over to him, his body brushing against sunghoon’s leg, his head nudging gently as if offering comfort. sunghoon sighed, looking down at him. jungwon, of course, couldn’t talk in this form, but his gestures were enough to calm sunghoon, if only slightly. you stood by the kitchen counter, arms crossed, a teasing smile on your face. “you’ll be fine, hoon. just don’t let them give you too much laughing gas like last time.” you gave him a playful wink, earning a groan from sunghoon. “don’t remind me,” he muttered under his breath. “we’ll make sure he comes back in one piece,” jay called, already holding the door open, ready to leave. sunghoon lingered for a second longer, eyes meeting yours, as if he didn’t want to leave you alone. “i’ll be back soon,” he said softly, his bunny ears twitching with hesitation.

“you’ll be fine,” you repeated, offering a comforting smile. with one final glance, sunghoon followed jay and jungwon out, the door clicking softly behind them. the house fell into a comfortable silence, and for a moment, you reveled in the stillness.

then, you heard the soft padding of feet behind you. turning around, you saw jake standing there, his tail wagging lazily, ears perked up as he watched you. his eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and fondness, the kind of energy that always made you smile.

“finally, it’s just us,” jake seemed to say, though his hybrid form prevented him from speaking. still, his eyes and body language were expressive enough. his tail wagged a bit more, and he nudged his head against your arm, silently asking for attention. you chuckled softly, reaching out to scratch behind his ears. his tail wagged even harder, his eyes fluttering closed as he leaned into your touch, clearly enjoying the affection. you’re like a damn puppy, you thought, but you didn’t say it. jake already knew. jake leaned against the counter, the playful grin still on his face, his body relaxed in the way only he could manage after a moment like this. his bare chest glistened faintly, and you had to force yourself to look anywhere but below the counter. no matter how many times you saw them shift, seeing them naked after always threw you off. your eyes drifted to the kitchen window, the subtle tension still hanging in the air, though much softer now. “finally got some time alone with you,” jake said, his voice teasing as he leaned in just a bit closer. “yeah, looks like it,” you replied, your tone light, though your heart was still beating faster than you liked. you kept stroking his head out of habit, even though he’d already shifted back to human form. it was just… comfortable with jake. “sunghoon was really dreading that appointment,” jake laughed, breaking the tension with a small joke, the warmth returning to his voice. “me? perfect teeth.” he flashed you a wide grin, showing off his canines with that boyish charm he wore so well. “no bad breath around you.” you rolled your eyes at his dramatic display, pushing him lightly on the shoulder. “yeah, yeah. perfect teeth.”

jake chuckled, but then his tone softened, his playful demeanor taking a subtle shift. “you know… you’re the reason for that.” his voice was lower now, quieter. “you take care of me.” the words hung in the air, heavier than you expected, and something in jake’s gaze lingered just a second too long, the lighthearted mood between you two faltering slightly. “well, someone’s gotta make sure you don’t ruin those perfect teeth,” you teased, trying to keep things from slipping into a territory you weren’t quite sure how to navigate. but jake’s eyes were still on yours, his usual carefree smile dimming just a bit. “i’ve always liked being around you,” jake said suddenly, his voice almost hesitant now, like he wasn’t sure if he should be saying this. you blinked, caught off guard by the shift in his tone. jake had always been the playful one, the light in the room, but now? this felt different, heavier. you weren’t sure what to make of it.

“i like spending time with you too, jake,” you said softly, unsure of where this was going. you felt the warmth of the moment settle between you, and for the first time, it felt like there was something unspoken between you. something you hadn’t noticed before.

jake smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “yeah, but… lately it’s been hard. i know you’re with sunghoon now, and i’m happy for you. i am.” his voice caught slightly, like he was struggling with the words. “but sometimes it feels like i’m losing you.” the confession hit you like a punch to the gut. you hadn’t realized how much jake had been feeling this. you hadn’t meant to make him feel left out, but ever since you and sunghoon got together, jake had pulled back bit by bit. it wasn’t like it used to be, where he was constantly by your side, teasing you, messing around. “jake…” you started, but he quickly forced a grin, cutting you off before you could say anything more. “it’s fine,” he said, his voice lighter, trying to bring the mood back. “i get it. things change.” but there was a flicker of something deeper in his gaze—something raw. “you’re still important to me,” you whispered, your voice steady but gentle.

jake smiled, but it was a little sad. “i know. it’s just… i miss when it was just us.” he glanced back toward the door, where sunghoon had gone out earlier, and you could feel the weight of what he wasn’t saying. the room felt heavy with unspoken things, and the warmth that jake usually brought into your life now made your chest tighten. you hadn’t seen it before, but now? now you couldn’t ignore how much he had been holding back. but jake quickly cleared his throat, the tension in the room shifting again as he tried to lighten the mood. “anyway, enough of the sappy shit,” he said with a grin, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “don’t forget about me, yeah?” you let out a soft chuckle, trying to match his energy, even though the weight of the conversation still lingered. “i won’t forget about you, jake. promise.” jake’s smile softened, though there was still something lingering behind it. “yeah, i know.” he leaned in closer, his gaze dropping to the floor for a moment before flicking back up to meet yours. “but sometimes it’s hard to remember that when it feels like you’re slipping away.” his words hung between you, the unspoken tension bubbling just beneath the surface. and before you could say anything more, jake’s ears twitched, and he pulled back, his playful grin returning. “but hey,” he said, that teasing lilt back in his voice, “you might wanna remind me to put on some pants.” you blinked, your eyes widening as you realized that jake was still standing there, completely naked from his shift. you quickly turned your gaze to the kitchen counter, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. “for fuck’s sake, jake, put on some pants!” jake burst into laughter, his usual bright energy back in full force as he jogged off to grab some clothes. “yes, ma’am!” he called over his shoulder, the sound of his laughter echoing down the hallway. and just like that, the heavy tension dissipated, leaving you standing there, alone in the kitchen, still reeling from jake’s quiet confession. you couldn’t shake the feeling that things between you and him had shifted in a way you weren’t quite ready to confront. jake came back into the kitchen, wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, grinning like always. he gave you a playful salute, that light back in his eyes, like everything was normal between you. for a moment, it was comforting—familiar. “hey,” you said softly, nudging his arm. “how about we do something, just the two of us? whatever you want.” his ears perked up slightly, but there was hesitation behind that smile. “like what?” you shrugged, trying to keep your tone casual, even though something felt off. “i don’t know, something you’d enjoy. you pick.” for a moment, jake didn’t say anything. his tail swished lazily behind him as if he was debating with himself. finally, he spoke, his voice a bit softer. “how about... we watch a movie?” you blinked, surprised by the suggestion. “a movie?”

“yeah,” jake nodded, looking down like he was embarrassed. “i mean, you and sunghoon do it all the time, right? just thought... maybe we could, too.” his words hung in the air, and you felt something twist in your chest. was that what this was about? did jake want to experience what it was like to share a moment with you like sunghoon did? the realization made you feel heavy, guilt gnawing at you. fuck, you hadn’t even considered that jake might feel left out, but it was clear now. this wasn’t just about watching a movie. jake shifted awkwardly, sensing the silence between you two. “i mean, we don’t have to,” he added quickly, his voice lighter, trying to play it off. “it’s just... i miss doing stuff like that with you.” there it was. the truth, laid bare. you could see it now, the way he’d felt left out ever since you and sunghoon became official. the moments you all shared weren’t the same anymore, and no matter how much jake tried to act like everything was fine, it wasn’t. he had always been there, a part of your world, and now he was watching from the outside. “no, let’s do it,” you said, your voice firm but soft, trying to ease the tension. “let’s watch a movie together. just like old times.” jake’s eyes flicked back to yours, a small smile tugging at his lips, relief flooding his features. “really?” “really,” you nodded, already moving toward the couch. “you pick the movie. anything you want.” his face lit up at that, his tail wagging behind him as he followed you. it was hard not to smile at how quickly his mood shifted—like a puppy who’d been given the attention he craved. jake always wore his heart on his sleeve, and it showed now, clear as day. you settled onto the couch, jake plopping down beside you, pulling a blanket over both of you like he always did. his body was close, but not too close—just enough for you to feel his warmth. as he scrolled through the movie options, you glanced at him, wondering what was really going on inside his head. was he trying to feel what it was like to be sunghoon for just a little while? to live in his shoes for this one moment? the thought made your chest ache, guilt creeping in. how had you not seen this coming? how had you not realized that jake had been feeling left out?

“this one?” jake’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, and you looked at the screen. it was a light-hearted comedy, one you’d watched countless times before with sunghoon. jake, of course, knew that. maybe this was his way of reliving those moments with you, even if just for a little while. “yeah, that’s perfect,” you said softly, offering him a small smile. “let’s watch that.” the movie started, and for the first few minutes, it felt normal. jake laughed at all the right moments, nudging you playfully like he always did. but as the movie went on, the air between you began to feel heavier. jake wasn’t just here for the movie. he was here for something more, something deeper, and you were beginning to feel it. you noticed the way his hand rested on the couch beside you, not quite touching but close enough for you to feel his warmth. his tail, usually wagging with excitement, was still, and his ears twitched every so often, like he was trying to focus on anything but you. you didn’t want to think too much into it. jake was always affectionate, always close, and maybe you were just overanalyzing things. but there was something about the way he held himself, the way he was just... waiting. you knew jake had always been fond of you, but now, it felt different. now, it felt like he was holding back something. something he didn’t want you to see. “you comfortable?” jake asked suddenly, his voice soft, almost shy as he glanced at you. you nodded, smiling at him. “yeah, i’m good.” he smiled back, but his eyes lingered on yours for just a moment longer than usual, something deeper in them that you couldn’t quite place. for the rest of the movie, you tried to ignore the feeling creeping up inside you—the way jake had been acting, the way he was sitting so close, the way his touch felt a little too familiar. you were overthinking it, you told yourself. he was just being jake. but fuck, it was hard to ignore the shift between you. you had sunghoon. he was your boyfriend, the one who held you close every night, whispered sweet things into your ear, made you feel safe in a way no one else could. but it was hard to ignore jake sometimes, especially now. he was this sweet, happy little ball of energy who always made things feel lighter. even now, sitting next to him, his arm wrapped around you in a way that felt a little too much like sunghoon’s, you couldn’t help but notice it. his warmth, the way he held you like he didn’t want to let go.

you tried to push the thoughts away, tried to ignore the way your body responded to his touch, the way your pulse quickened when he leaned a little too close. you shouldn’t be thinking about it. jake was your friend, and you had sunghoon. but still, you couldn’t deny the small thrill that ran down your spine when jake’s fingers brushed against your arm. but while you were doing your best to stay oblivious, jake was far from calm. his heart pounded in his chest, and every time he glanced at your lips, he had to force himself to look away. you were pressed so close to him, warm and soft, and it was driving him insane. all he could think about was how much he wanted to lean in, to kiss you, to feel your lips against his. but he couldn’t. he couldn’t do that to you. to sunghoon. so instead, he held you tighter, trying to keep the moment from slipping away. trying to hold onto the little crumbs of affection you gave him, even though it wasn’t enough. every time he heard you moan through the thin walls, every time he heard sunghoon fucking you, it tore him apart. jake wanted to be the one making you feel like that. he wanted to be the one you screamed for. but he could never tell you that. not you, not sunghoon. so he stayed quiet, letting the movie play, pretending everything was fine. pretending he wasn’t falling apart inside as he held you, knowing you weren’t his. knowing he could never have you the way sunghoon did. as the credits rolled, you stretched beside him, giving him a soft smile that only made the knot in his stomach tighten. “that was fun,” you said, your voice light, like you hadn’t just been sitting in the middle of his internal storm. “yeah,” jake replied, his voice tight, forced. it was hard to hide how he felt, but he had to. you couldn’t know. you shouldn’t know. not yet. you stood up, heading toward the kitchen to grab a drink, and jake leaned back against the couch, running a hand over his face, trying to calm the thoughts swirling inside his head. he couldn’t keep pretending forever. not with you. not with sunghoon. something had to give.

it had been a few weeks since that movie night with jake, and you and sunghoon had been perfect for a while now. perfect in the way that every touch, every glance from sunghoon made your heart race, his possessiveness over you comforting in a way you hadn’t expected. it wasn’t suffocating—it was steady, like he needed to remind both you and himself that you were his. every brush of his fingers against your skin, every nuzzle of his bunny ears into your neck—it was all a quiet claim that had become second nature. but still, somewhere along the way, you thought things would settle between you, jake, and sunghoon. it wasn’t like there were any fights or harsh words. just this growing tension, this strange distance that no one could fix. jake, your sweet, carefree jake, had been pulling away bit by bit, like he was trying to detach himself from something painful. something he didn’t want to face. neither you nor sunghoon had said a word about it. until today. this morning wasn’t any different. you were curled up on the couch with sunghoon, his head resting on your shoulder as he absentmindedly scrolled through his phone. his arm was wrapped around your waist, fingers tracing lazy circles on your hip, but his mind wasn’t with you. you could feel it—the way his body was tense, distracted, even though he was trying to act like everything was fine. “what’s wrong?” you asked quietly, breaking the silence. sunghoon sighed, setting his phone down on the table before leaning back into the couch, his jaw tightening. “it’s jake,” he muttered, his voice low, rough. “he’s been distant lately.” you nodded. you’d noticed it too—the way jake had stopped coming around as often, how he wasn’t as playful, his usual happy energy dimming every time he was in the same room as you and sunghoon. “i know,” you said softly. “it’s like... he’s pulling away.” sunghoon’s bunny ears twitched, frustration simmering beneath the surface. “i don’t like it,” he admitted, his voice sharper now. “he’s acting like we don’t want him around anymore. like he’s in the way or something.”

you leaned into him, resting your head against his chest, fingers brushing against his hand. “he’s never in the way, hoon. you know that.” he let out a bitter laugh, his grip on your waist tightening. “try telling him that.” the weight of his words settled over both of you, the silence thick with unspoken tension. jake had always been the one to bring light and energy into your lives—his carefree nature making everything feel easy. now it was like he was slipping away, and neither of you knew how to pull him back. “we should talk to him,” you suggested, your voice soft but firm. “let him know that nothing’s changed. that we still need him here.” sunghoon nodded, but there was a darkness in his eyes that made your stomach twist. “yeah. we do.” before either of you could say anything else, the front door creaked open, and there he was.

jake stood in the doorway, his usual confident grin missing. his tail wagged lazily behind him, ears slightly drooped, but his eyes didn’t meet yours or sunghoon’s as he stepped inside. the energy he carried with him was completely off. “hey,” jake muttered, his voice quieter than usual. he glanced between you and sunghoon but quickly looked away, like seeing you two together was too much for him. sunghoon tensed beside you, his arm instinctively tightening around your waist as if to shield you. “hey,” he replied, keeping his voice neutral, guarded. you tried to offer jake a smile, but it didn’t feel right. the tension in the room was suffocating, too heavy to brush off. “we were just hanging out,” you said, trying to sound casual. “you want to join us?” jake hesitated, standing in the doorway for a moment too long. his tail wagged once, then stopped, and he shook his head. “nah... i just wanted to check in. i’m good.” you frowned, guilt settling deep in your chest. “you sure?” jake nodded, but his eyes flicked to sunghoon for the briefest moment, something unreadable in his gaze. “yeah. i’ll catch up with you guys later.” before you could say anything, jake was already stepping back, his smile strained and unconvincing. “i’ll see you guys around.” the door clicked shut behind him, and just like that, he was gone. you sat there in silence, the tension in the air thick enough to choke on. sunghoon didn’t move for a second, his jaw clenched so tightly you could see the muscles straining beneath his skin. and then, without saying a word, he stood up, letting go of you as he headed toward the door.

“sunghoon?” you called after him, your voice laced with worry. “i’m going to talk to him,” he muttered, his tone low, dark, almost angry. “i can’t... fuck, i can’t keep watching him like this.” you nodded, understanding the frustration and pain in his voice. “go. talk to him. i’ll be here.” sunghoon didn’t say anything else. he just opened the door and stepped outside, his bunny ears twitching with barely contained frustration, leaving you sitting on the couch, heart heavy with everything that had gone unsaid. you trusted sunghoon, but there was something about the way jake had looked at you—like he was on the edge of breaking, like he couldn’t stand to see you with sunghoon anymore—that left a deep ache in your chest.

outside, the cool evening air hit sunghoon like a punch to the gut. he spotted jake sitting on the front steps, staring out at the darkening sky. his tail was still, his shoulders slumped, and for the first time in what felt like forever, jake looked… small. defeated. he couldn’t stand it anymore. the silence stretched on, thick and uncomfortable, until sunghoon finally spoke. “you really think i’m just gonna let you leave without talking about this?” jake let out a hollow laugh, his tail barely moving behind him. “didn’t think you’d let me, no.” sunghoon clenched his jaw, trying to rein in his frustration. this wasn’t like jake. he was never this distant, never this quiet. “you’ve been pulling away,” sunghoon said, his voice tight, filled with barely contained emotion. “and i fucking hate it.” jake tensed beside him, his ears twitching in that telltale sign of discomfort. “what do you want me to say, hoon? you and y/n are together now. it’s different. i don’t fit in like i used to.”

“bullshit,” sunghoon snapped, turning to face him. “you’re my best friend. you’re not in the fucking way.” jake’s laugh was bitter, his eyes filled with something darker as he finally met sunghoon’s gaze. “it doesn’t feel like that. feels like every time i see you two together, i’m just… the third wheel.” sunghoon swallowed hard, the weight of jake’s words settling deep in his chest. “that’s not what i want,” he said quietly, his voice rough with emotion. “i never wanted you to feel like this. like you didn’t matter anymore.” jake looked away, his ears drooping slightly, his voice barely above a whisper. “i miss how it was before. when it was the three of us, and things weren’t so... complicated.” sunghoon exhaled slowly, the frustration and guilt mixing with something else. something darker. because deep down, he knew this wasn’t just about missing how things used to be. it wasn’t just about the three of them hanging out. it wasn’t just about friendship. "jake," sunghoon started, his voice low, barely containing the storm brewing inside him. “remember that conversation we had? before me and y/n… before we had the talk?”

jake tensed instantly, his whole body going rigid beside sunghoon, like he knew exactly what was coming. his ears twitched, and his eyes darted to the ground, refusing to meet sunghoon’s gaze. the air around them thickened with a tension neither had fully faced. "you told me something," sunghoon continued, his voice steady but sharp, his heartbeat echoing in his ears. he could feel that familiar possessiveness clawing at him, but this time he kept it in check. this wasn’t about ownership—this was about truth. "you told me how you felt about her." jake’s tail, which had been swishing lazily moments ago, went still. his jaw clenched tight, the muscle ticking beneath his skin, but he still didn’t say a word. sunghoon felt his throat tighten, the knot in his chest constricting. he’d known—fuck, he’d known this was coming. but it didn’t make it any easier to face. he had jake’s confession buried deep, back before everything with you had gotten serious, but he’d never really processed it. back then, he was too caught up in his own fear of losing you, of making things official, of fucking it all up. and maybe that’s why he hadn’t taken jake’s feelings seriously. "you said you liked her," sunghoon pressed, his voice rougher now, pushing past the tension that hung between them. “and at the time, i didn’t think much of it. thought it was just a crush—something you’d get over.” jake’s silence was deafening. the weight of it made sunghoon’s head spin, but he kept pushing, knowing that if they didn’t get this out now, it would keep eating away at all of them. "but it’s not just a crush, is it?" sunghoon’s voice dropped, barely a whisper now, the realization hitting him harder than he thought it would. “it’s more than that.”

jake’s ears flattened against his head, his shoulders hunching like he wanted to disappear, to escape from this conversation entirely. but sunghoon wasn’t letting him go, not now, not when the truth was so close. “talk to me, jake,” sunghoon demanded, his voice edged with frustration and something darker. "just fucking say it." for a moment, jake said nothing, his fists clenching in his lap. but then, with a shaky breath, his voice broke through the tension, low and raw. "what do you want me to say, hoon?" he growled, his voice cracking under the weight of it all. “that i’ve been fucking miserable? that watching you two together makes me feel like i’m losing my goddamn mind?” sunghoon’s heart pounded in his chest, the intensity of jake’s confession hitting him like a freight train. he knew. fuck, he knew it had been hard on jake, but he didn’t realize just how bad it had gotten. "i fucking hear you two, every night," jake’s voice wavered, but the anger and frustration in it were unmistakable. his eyes finally met sunghoon’s, and the pain there was raw, almost too much to bear. "i hear her moaning your name, i hear you fucking her, and every night, i’m lying there, trying not to think about how much i fucking want her. about how much i fucking want what you have." sunghoon felt the floor drop out from under him, the possessiveness he’d been holding back flaring hot and sharp, but something else twisted with it. something darker, more dangerous. something he hadn’t wanted to acknowledge until now. "you think i don’t fucking know?" jake’s voice broke again, his hands shaking at his sides. “you think i don’t know that she’s yours? that she loves you? i’m not fucking stupid, hoon. i know. but that doesn’t stop me from wanting her. it doesn’t stop me from wanting more.”

sunghoon’s breath caught in his throat, the admission cutting through him like a blade. this wasn’t just some casual confession anymore—this was jake laying it all out, tearing open the wound that had been festering between them for months. "you want more," sunghoon muttered, the words tasting bitter in his mouth. his hands balled into fists at his sides, his bunny ears twitching with the flood of emotions he couldn’t quite sort out. "what the fuck does that even mean, jake? you want her?"

jake’s eyes flashed, frustration simmering just below the surface. "what do you think it means, hoon? i’ve wanted her since the day she walked into the center with you in her arms. i’ve wanted her, and you got her." sunghoon ran a hand through his hair, the possessiveness and guilt warring inside him. he didn’t know what to do with all of this, didn’t know how to handle the fact that jake, his best friend—the person who had been with him through everything—was really in love with you too. "fuck, jake, i didn’t know it was like this. i thought... i thought you were okay." "yeah, well," jake muttered, his voice tight. "i’m not." the silence between them stretched, thick and heavy. sunghoon’s mind was racing, filled with memories of moments he hadn’t given enough thought to—your laughter when jake teased you, the blush on your cheeks when his arm lingered a little too long around your shoulders, the way jake was always there, watching, waiting. fuck. maybe he should have seen it sooner. but jake wasn’t just anyone. he mattered. he wasn’t some random guy on the sidelines—he was sunghoon’s best friend. more than that, he was family. after everything, after sunghoon had spent months living on the streets, thinking he’d never have anything close to the life he had now, you had been the one to pull him out of that darkness. and jake had supported him, had been his brother in every way that mattered. and now? losing jake wasn’t an option, not after all they’d been through.

but fuck, this was complicated. "but…" sunghoon’s voice cracked, low and unsure, his throat dry as he tried to process the weight of what jake had just confessed. "why didn’t you just tell me it was this serious? do you really think i wouldn’t understand?" jake let out a short, bitter laugh, shaking his head. “you were growling at me back then, hoon. what was i supposed to do?” sunghoon frowned, the memory creeping back into his mind. yeah, he’d been territorial. fiercely so. back then, he hadn’t been able to think of anything but making sure you were his. “you’re my best friend,” jake continued, his voice raw with frustration. “but seeing you two together every day… it’s killing me, hoon.”

the weight of jake’s words hit sunghoon hard. his possessiveness, that dark, primal need to keep you all to himself, flared up like it always did, but it wasn’t the same. not with jake. “shit…” sunghoon’s voice was softer now, barely audible as he ran a hand through his hair, bunny ears twitching with frustration. “you’re not just some random guy, jake. you’re family.” jake turned to look at him, confusion flickering across his face. “what do you mean?” sunghoon let out a long breath, feeling like he was drowning in his own thoughts. “i mean, yeah, i’m possessive. i hate the idea of sharing her, but… you’re not just anyone.” he hesitated, the words feeling heavy and foreign in his mouth. "fuck, i care about you too." jake blinked, his ears perking up, his tail giving a hesitant wag. “wait… what are you saying?” sunghoon sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, trying to make sense of the mess swirling inside him. “i’m saying… maybe i don’t hate the idea as much as i thought. not with you.”

jake froze, his eyes widening in shock. “you’re serious?” the corner of his lips twitching as he forced back a smirk. sunghoon shot him a half-hearted glare. “don’t fucking push it, jake. i’m still figuring this shit out.” but the truth was there, sitting heavy between them. as much as sunghoon hated the idea of sharing you, there was a twisted part of him that didn’t hate the idea of jake being close to you. of jake being more than just his best friend. jake’s grin started to spread, his tail wagging a little faster now. “so, you’re telling me the idea of sharing y/n doesn’t make you want to punch me anymore?” sunghoon let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “no. still kinda wanna punch you. but… maybe not as hard.” jake’s grin widened, the excitement bubbling just beneath the surface now, though he was trying hard to keep it in check. "wow. progress, huh?" sunghoon huffed, rolling his eyes. “don’t get ahead of yourself. i’m not jumping at the idea. but… you’re family, man. i can’t just ignore that.” the words felt strange, awkward, but it was the truth. jake mattered too much to sunghoon to shut him out completely. fuck, it was weird admitting that—admitting that maybe, just maybe, he cared about jake enough to consider this whole fucked-up idea.

“so you care about me this much, eh?” jake teased, though there was something softer in his voice now, something real. “that’s pretty sweet of you, hoon.” sunghoon gave him a half-hearted shove, but there was no real heat behind it. “shut the fuck up.” they sat there for a moment, the air between them lighter now, the weight of the conversation easing slightly. but then jake’s expression shifted again, a hint of that familiar mischievousness creeping back into his eyes. “so… you think she’s into me?” sunghoon groaned, rubbing his temples. “yeah, i think she might be into you. but it’s vague. I’ve seen reactions, little things, but I’m not 100%.” jake’s ears perked up, his tail picking up speed. “like what? like, she blushes when i’m around? gets all shy?”

sunghoon gave him a long look, his bunny ears twitching in annoyance. “yes, she blushes sometimes, but it’s more than that. she gets flustered, like she’s trying not to react to you.” jake blinked, clearly surprised. "you’ve really been paying attention to that?" sunghoon’s lips twitched, a small smirk breaking through. “more than you think.” the conversation hung in the air between them, the seriousness of it settling in as jake’s excitement simmered down, replaced by a more genuine curiosity. he hadn’t expected sunghoon to admit that, hadn’t expected any of this, really. “so what now?” jake asked, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant. “we just… wait?” sunghoon exhaled, leaning back on the couch. “yeah. we start slow. see if there’s something there for real.” jake nodded, his tail wagging again, but more controlled this time. “i won’t push her, i swear. i just… thanks for trusting me with this.” sunghoon shot him a side-eye. “you push her, and i’ll fucking kill you. but yeah, we’ll see.” the mood between them started to lighten, the tension easing as they both processed what was about to happen. jake grinned, biting his lip like he couldn’t fully contain his excitement anymore. “so,” jake started, his voice playful again, “you’re really just gonna sit there and watch while i flirt with your girl? you won't bite my head off?”

sunghoon huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “pretty much.”

jake wanted to jump for joy as his tail was waggling happily, before he tilted his head, that playful glint back in his eyes, though there was something deeper there too. “so the important question i've really been meaning to ask is… are we telling her?” sunghoon paused, the question hanging heavy in the air. tell you? hell fucking no. not yet. not until he knew for sure. there was too much on the line, and he wasn’t ready to risk everything. “no,” sunghoon muttered, his voice low and firm. “we’re not telling her. at least, not yet.” jake nodded slowly, understanding in his eyes. “so we keep it between us?” sunghoon nodded, the weight of that decision pressing down on him. “for now. i need to see for myself.” jake smirked, leaning back with a satisfied grin. “okay. slow and steady.” sunghoon sighed, the possessiveness and guilt still gnawing at him, but the darker curiosity was stronger now. "yeah," he muttered, almost to himself. "we’ll start tomorrow." jake grinned, his tail giving a slow, excited wag, but he didn’t push it further. “sounds good to me.”

sunghoon leaned back, bunny ears twitching slightly as he processed everything. tomorrow was going to be the real test. could he handle it? could he watch jake flirt with you and not lose his shit? the knot in his stomach tightened at the thought, but the curiosity—the need to know—was too strong to ignore. jake turned to him, his voice softer now, more serious. “hoon?” sunghoon blinked, caught off guard by the shift in jake’s tone. “yeah?” jake’s tail wagged once, a small, almost shy smile tugging at his lips. “i love you, man. thanks for… for trusting me with this.” sunghoon let out a small, rough chuckle, the words hitting him harder than he expected. “yeah, i love you too, asshole,” he muttered, the words gruff but genuine. they didn’t say shit like that often, but in this moment, they didn’t need to. it was understood. jake’s excitement hung in the air, practically buzzing. tomorrow. tomorrow, he’d see how it all played out, and fuck if that didn’t make his stomach churn. not just with anxiety, but with something darker—something he wasn’t ready to admit fully yet. sunghoon had always been territorial as hell when it came to you. that was something he never bothered hiding. the idea of anyone else touching you, being close to you in ways only he was supposed to be? it had always set off something inside him, something fierce. but now, with jake in the picture, it wasn’t just jealousy twisting inside him.

it was curiosity. dark, perverse curiosity. because as much as sunghoon wanted to deny it, as much as his instincts screamed to keep you all to himself, the idea of you and jake—of watching jake get close to you, touch you, maybe even… fuck, his thoughts spiraled. what if you wanted jake too? what if jake could make you fall apart the way he did? it was fucked up. sunghoon knew that. but the thought of jake being able to make you moan, make you gasp his name, it did something to him. something twisted. he shouldn’t be thinking about it, shouldn’t be imagining the way jake would handle you. but the thing was, sunghoon liked it. liked the idea of watching you fall apart for someone else, knowing you were his but letting you be shared. his mind wandered to what it would be like to see your face, your body arching under jake’s hands, your lips parting as you whispered his name. he wasn’t ready to say it out loud, wasn’t ready to admit that this sick, fucked-up fantasy was something he actually wanted to see. but fuck, whenever he thought about it… his cock twitched at the idea. imagining how your body would react, how you’d shudder under jake’s touch, how he could watch every second of it, how it could be his decision to let jake take you, to let him have you in ways that sunghoon had claimed first.

every time he fucked you now, every time he had you gasping, moaning his name, that thought would sneak into his mind. what would it sound like if you moaned for jake instead? what would it feel like to see you come undone for him, knowing full well you were still sunghoon’s? and fuck, he knew it was wrong. knew that wanting to see you with someone else was fucked. but it excited him too, more than he wanted to admit. he’d gotten rougher with you lately, hadn’t he? pressing you harder into the mattress, fucking you until you were breathless, needing to remind himself—and maybe even you—that no one else could fuck you like he did. and maybe that’s why he was considering this with jake now. because deep down, he knew he wouldn’t lose you. he’d own this. he’d control how it happened. he’d decide how far jake got to go with you, decide when to let jake touch you, when to let you respond to him. his mind raced with images of you, spread out and panting under jake’s hands, your legs trembling as jake kissed down your body, touching you in ways only sunghoon had before. what would you sound like? he thought about the way you moaned, the way you’d cry out his name, and he wondered, would it be the same? would you lose yourself like you did for him? fuck. sunghoon ran a hand over his face, trying to push the thoughts away, but they wouldn’t leave. they clung to him, dark and heavy, and he knew—he fucking knew—that he wasn’t going to be able to stop thinking about it now.

there was that other part of him—the one that wanted to see it. wanted to watch jake break you down, just to see how far you’d go, how far he’d let you fall before he had to step in and remind you that you were still his. always his. he exhaled slowly, glancing over at jake, who was still grinning, his tail wagging slowly behind him, oblivious to the turmoil raging in sunghoon’s head. jake had no idea how deep this was going for him, how twisted sunghoon’s thoughts were getting. and maybe it was better that way. because right now? fuck, if sunghoon started talking, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop. "you’re really that curious, huh?" jake asked, his voice soft but teasing, like he could sense the tension in sunghoon’s mind, like he was poking at that darker side, testing just how far he could push. sunghoon shot him a glare, but there was no real anger behind it. "i need to know for sure," sunghoon muttered, his voice low, rough with barely controlled tension. "i need to see it. if she really wants you… i want to see it for myself." jake blinked, but he didn’t say anything right away. instead, he just nodded, his grin softening, understanding flickering in his eyes. “yeah, man,” jake said quietly. “we’ll take it slow. we’ll figure it out.” but fuck, sunghoon wasn’t sure if slow was even possible anymore. not with how badly he wanted to see it all play out. wanted to see you squirm under jake’s attention, see you try to fight it but fail, because deep down, you wanted him too. "again, you’re not pushing her," sunghoon warned, his voice rougher now, but even he could feel the edge of excitement in it. "i need to see it for myself. but don’t fucking force anything on her." jake grinned, tail wagging lazily behind him. "i won’t. but man… you’re really gonna sit there and watch?" sunghoon’s jaw tightened, the possessiveness still gnawing at him, but it was battling with that dark curiosity now, the need to see how you’d react, how you’d fall. fuck, this was so twisted. but it was exciting, too. more exciting than he ever thought it’d be. "yeah," sunghoon muttered, his voice dark and thick with anticipation. "i’ll watch." tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.

it was the next morning, and you were in the kitchen, the smell of bacon and eggs filling the air as you flipped pancakes on the stove. the morning light streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow across the countertops. everything felt... normal. but good. like something had shifted in the air, lighter now, easier. you didn’t know what sunghoon and jake had talked about last night after they disappeared for what felt like hours, but whatever it was, it had worked. you could tell the moment they came back into the house, the way jake had that same bright smile, his tail wagging like it always did when he was genuinely happy. it felt like things were back to normal. sunghoon had looked more relaxed too, not as tense as he had been the past few days, his bunny ears resting lazily instead of twitching with that barely-contained irritation. he’d slipped into bed beside you, curling up close like he always did, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder before falling asleep without a word. you hadn’t asked any questions. you didn’t need to. you could feel it in the way they both seemed lighter, like the weight that had been hanging over them had finally lifted. as you stood at the stove, you heard the familiar sound of soft footsteps padding into the kitchen. turning around, you saw jake first, his tail wagging slowly, that easy smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he leaned against the counter. sunghoon followed closely behind him, his hair messy from sleep, bunny ears flopping lazily as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“morning,” jake said, his voice soft but playful as he eyed the food you were cooking. “smells good in here.” “morning,” you replied with a smile, feeling the warmth of his presence like a comforting blanket. “you guys sleep okay?” “like a baby,” jake grinned, moving closer to peer over your shoulder, his nose twitching as he sniffed the air dramatically. “bacon? oh, you really do love me.” you laughed, nudging him lightly with your elbow. “don’t get too excited, it’s for everyone.” “yeah, but i know you made it for me,” jake teased, his voice dropping to that playful, low tone he always used when he was trying to be extra charming. sunghoon rolled his eyes as he slid into the kitchen chair, though there was no real annoyance in his expression. “don’t let it go to your head, jake. she makes breakfast for all of us.” jake just smirked, leaning closer to you until you could feel the warmth of him at your back, his tail brushing against your leg. “still feels special.”

you glanced at him, catching that familiar gleam in his eyes—the one that always made you feel a little flustered, even if you’d never admit it out loud. it wasn’t the first time jake had turned up the charm, but today? today it felt more... intentional. maybe it was just in your head. maybe it was just jake being jake, full of energy and teasing like always. but there was something different in the air between them today. sunghoon watched the interaction from his seat, his expression unreadable, but his bunny ears twitched slightly, a subtle sign that he was paying attention. you’d learned to pick up on those little cues by now, the way his ears would flick when he was thinking, or how they’d perk up when he was curious about something. “you good, hoon?” you asked, turning back to the stove as you flipped another pancake onto the plate. sunghoon glanced up at you, his lips curling into a small, sleepy smile. “yeah, i’m good,” he said softly, leaning back in the chair, his eyes flicking briefly to jake before settling on you again. “everything’s good.” you didn’t know what it was, but something about the way sunghoon said it made you feel like there was more to those words than he was letting on. you could see it in the way his eyes lingered on you for just a second longer, like he was thinking about something, holding something back. but whatever it was, he didn’t say. not yet.

you turned off the stove, setting the plates down on the table as jake eagerly grabbed a seat next to you, his tail wagging excitedly like he hadn’t just had the best night’s sleep of his life. “so,” jake said between bites of bacon, flashing you a cheeky grin. “what’s the plan for today? more of you spoiling me with food?” you laughed, shaking your head. “i don’t know. guess we’ll have to see.” as the three of you sat there, the familiar warmth and ease returned to the dynamic. the tension that had been simmering beneath the surface for weeks seemed to have finally dissipated. whatever jake and sunghoon had worked out last night, it felt like a weight had been lifted. you didn’t know what they’d talked about, but the shift in the atmosphere was undeniable. but before you could think too much about it, the front door burst open, and in bounded jay and jungwon, both in hybrid form, full of energy and chaos as always. jungwon, with his cat-like agility, was the first to leap into the kitchen, his eyes scanning the room before locking onto the food on the table. jay followed close behind, a lazy grin plastered on his face as his eyes flicked between you, jake, and sunghoon. "smells good in here!" jungwon purred, his tail flicking as he leaned against the kitchen counter, eyeing the plates of pancakes. "you didn’t save any for us?" jay chuckled, ruffling jungwon’s hair. "easy, wonnie. i’m sure they’ve got plenty." his eyes narrowed playfully as he glanced at jake. "you finally back to normal? not sulking around like a lost puppy anymore?" jake rolled his eyes but grinned, shoving another piece of bacon into his mouth. "me? sulking? never. just needed a good night’s sleep, that’s all." jungwon tilted his head, his ears twitching as he gave jake a curious look. "hmm... you do seem a little more... yourself today," he muttered, eyeing jake suspiciously. his gaze flickered between you, sunghoon, and jake, as if he could sense something was up, something different. "something happen?"

you tensed for a moment, feeling the weight of jungwon’s words hang in the air. sunghoon, however, stayed calm, casually sipping his coffee like nothing was out of the ordinary. “nothing special. just a good night’s sleep for everyone,” sunghoon replied smoothly, though his bunny ears twitched—something you noticed right away. jungwon didn’t push, but there was a gleam in his eyes, something curious, as if he wasn’t entirely convinced. still, he let it go, at least for now, his tail flicking lazily behind him. "well, whatever it was, you’re in a better mood. that’s good." jay, meanwhile, had already made his way to the fridge, grabbing a carton of milk before plopping down at the table. "you guys doing anything today?" he asked, glancing around as he poured himself a glass. "we’re out of groceries, by the way. might be time for a run to the store." you sighed, glancing at the empty fridge with a frown. "yeah, I noticed. guess we’ll have to go today. wanna come with us?" jungwon’s ears perked up, and he shifted from his hybrid form back into his human one with an easy grace. you tried not to stare as the now very naked jungwon stretched out, completely unbothered by his lack of clothing. you quickly averted your gaze, your cheeks heating as you turned your attention back to the stove. “jungwon,” jay sighed, though he didn’t seem all that surprised. without missing a beat, he tossed a robe toward jungwon, who caught it easily, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. “what?” jungwon said with a shrug, slipping on the robe without a care. “she’s seen worse.” you shot him a look, trying to hide your flustered expression. "i’m still not used to it."

jungwon just grinned, clearly amused by your reaction. "you’ll get used to it." sunghoon shook his head, smirking into his coffee cup as he watched the exchange. "give her a break, wonnie. not everyone’s as shameless as you." "yeah, yeah," jungwon muttered, tying the robe around his waist before sitting down at the table. "anyway, everything seems... better today." he glanced at jake, who was back to his usual, cheerful self, tail wagging lazily behind him. "did something happen last night?" the question hung in the air for a moment too long. jake froze, his tail going still, and sunghoon’s bunny ears twitched again, a subtle sign that he was tense. "just a talk," sunghoon said casually, though there was an edge to his voice that only someone like jungwon would catch. jungwon raised an eyebrow, clearly picking up on the tension, but he didn’t press. instead, he glanced at jay, who was watching the whole interaction with a knowing smile. "hmm... interesting," jungwon mused, but he left it at that, choosing not to push any further.

jay smirked, glancing between you all. "well, whatever it was, looks like it worked." you forced a smile, the weird tension lingering in the air as you grabbed your plate and started clearing the table. whatever had happened between sunghoon and jake last night had clearly made a difference, but there was still something simmering beneath the surface—something unspoken that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. "so, grocery shopping?" you said, trying to steer the conversation back to something normal, something you could control. jay nodded, already halfway through his glass of milk. "yeah, let’s all go. we need to stock up." jungwon stretched, his robe slipping slightly off his shoulder as he grinned. "i’m down. let’s make a day of it." jake’s ears perked up, his tail wagging behind him as he gave you a bright smile. "sounds good. let’s get going." sunghoon stood up, stretching his arms above his head as he glanced at you with a small smile. "yeah, let’s go." but even as you all moved to get ready, that strange tension lingered in the back of your mind. something had definitely changed between the three of you, and while you didn’t know what it was yet, you had a feeling it was only the beginning of something bigger. something you weren’t sure you were ready for.

you pushed the cart down the aisle, minding your business as you checked off items from the list. jake and sunghoon walked ahead, chatting quietly, their voices low enough that you couldn’t quite hear them. every now and then, jake would glance back at you, that familiar playful grin tugging at the corner of his lips. sunghoon, on the other hand, seemed more composed, almost too calm for someone who usually watched jake like a hawk whenever he got too close to you. “you sure about this?” jake asked, his voice barely above a whisper as they turned the corner, leaving you just far enough behind. his tail swished lazily, though his eyes flicked toward you with an edge of excitement.

sunghoon nodded, keeping his eyes ahead as he casually picked up a jar of pasta sauce, pretending to inspect the label. “yeah,” he muttered, voice low. “just... not too much. you heard me this morning, right? she reacts when you get close. just... don’t push it too far.” jake smirked, his tail wagging a little faster. “yeah, i noticed. especially during breakfast. you think she caught on?” sunghoon shrugged, but there was a flicker of something darker in his expression. “i don’t think so. but keep it light. no need to freak her out.” “light,” jake echoed, his voice dripping with amusement. “got it.” they both slowed their pace as they reached the cereal aisle, and jake turned, letting his shoulder brush lightly against yours as he grabbed a box of your favorite cereal. “this one, right?” he asked, his voice casual, but his fingers grazed your hand in a way that wasn’t accidental. you looked at him, slightly caught off guard, but smiled. “yeah, thanks.” sunghoon stood a few feet away, leaning against the shelf, his arms crossed casually over his chest. he wasn’t saying anything, just watching. his bunny ears twitched slightly, but his face stayed unreadable, his gaze following every movement between you and jake.

and jake? jake was in full form now, his touches lingering just a second longer than necessary. when he reached up to grab something from the higher shelves, he leaned a little too close, his chest brushing against your back, and you could feel his breath on your neck as he spoke. “you need anything else from here?” you stiffened, the casual brush of his touch sending a strange shiver down your spine. it was jake—playful, always teasing—but this felt... different. you glanced over at sunghoon, half-expecting him to bristle, to get annoyed at jake’s closeness. but when your eyes met his, he just... stared. a soft smile playing on his lips, his expression almost too calm. you couldn’t read it, and it made your stomach twist in confusion. sunghoon wasn’t mad. in fact, he seemed... relaxed, like he was watching something unfold that didn’t bother him at all. and that made your heart race even more. what was going on? jake, meanwhile, was clearly having the time of his life. every touch was intentional, every brush of his hand or arm was calculated. like when he leaned over to grab a carton of milk from the fridge, his fingers barely grazing your hip as he passed it to you. “got your favorite,” he murmured, his voice low enough that it sent a weird thrill through you. “thanks,” you muttered, trying to keep your voice steady, but the closeness was getting to you. jake’s touches were starting to feel a little too much, a little too... intimate. but every time you glanced at sunghoon, expecting him to say something, he just smiled back at you, eerily calm, like nothing was wrong at all. the casual touches continued throughout the shopping trip. jake brushed his hand over yours when you handed him the shopping list, his shoulder pressed against yours when you stood in line, his tail flicking against your leg every now and then as if testing your reaction. each time, you’d glance at sunghoon, worried that he might snap, might say something about jake being too touchy. but he never did. he just watched. and fuck, it was messing with your head. sunghoon, on the other hand, was experiencing his own turmoil. with every glance, every touch jake made, sunghoon’s mind kept spiraling into places he hadn’t allowed himself to go. the possessiveness was still there, burning deep inside him, but now, mixed with it was something... darker. he couldn’t stop thinking about it. jake’s hands on you, jake whispering in your ear, jake fucking you. it was perverse, and yet, sunghoon couldn’t deny that the thought of it sent a jolt of excitement through him. he imagined it, your body arching beneath jake’s hands, your moans spilling out—moans that, for so long, had only been his. but the idea of watching it unfold, watching you come undone for someone else, was twisting his possessiveness into something darker, something that was turning him on more than he cared to admit.

“hoon?” you called softly, breaking him from his thoughts. your eyes were wide, a hint of concern lacing your voice. “everything okay?” he blinked, shaking his head slightly to clear the haze of his thoughts. “yeah,” he said, his voice smooth and casual, hiding the turmoil inside. “everything’s good.”

but you could feel something was off. jake had been too touchy, too close, and you could tell sunghoon was noticing it too. the way he just stood there, watching... it made you anxious. you knew what made sunghoon tick, knew how easily his possessiveness could flare up, and it worried you. jake was his best friend, and the last thing you wanted was to put a dent in whatever they had just fixed. but sunghoon wasn’t mad. no, he was just... watching. and that was almost worse. you found yourself growing more conscious of jake’s touches, your body tensing every time he got too close, but every time you looked for reassurance from sunghoon, you were met with that same soft smile. like he knew something you didn’t. like he was waiting for something. and jake? jake wasn’t holding back. every brush of his hand, every playful whisper was intentional, pushing boundaries but never quite crossing them. he wasn’t shy about it either, his touches feeling bolder, more deliberate as the trip went on. at one point, he even leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered something about picking the right kind of fruit. your heart raced, and you shot a glance at sunghoon, half-expecting him to finally react. but no. sunghoon just kept watching, his eyes dark with something you couldn’t quite place. "i’ll grab the last thing on the list," jake murmured, his hand brushing against yours one last time before he headed down another aisle. you stood there, trying to steady your breath, feeling like the air between you and sunghoon was heavier than it had been all day. before you could say anything, jungwon came bounding back into the aisle, holding a box of snacks with a satisfied grin. “got everything?” "yeah," you said, your voice a little breathless, still reeling from jake’s touches. “just waiting for jake to grab the last thing.” jungwon’s eyes flicked between you and sunghoon, his nose twitching as if sensing something off. he gave sunghoon a curious look. "everything alright? you’ve been... quiet today." sunghoon’s ears twitched, but he kept his expression neutral, offering jungwon a small smile. “yeah, i’m fine.” jungwon didn’t seem convinced, but he didn’t push. he glanced between the two of you once more before shaking his head, as if deciding it wasn’t worth prying. “right... well, we should head out soon. jay’s already loading up the car.” as jungwon walked ahead, sunghoon let out a slow breath, his mind still racing. this was going to be harder than he thought. once the groceries were loaded into the car, jungwon, who had been trailing behind with a lazy grin, couldn’t help but pick up on the weird tension between the three of you. as a cat hybrid, his instincts were sharper than most, and something was definitely off. his nose twitched, and his eyes flickered between you, jake, and sunghoon, like he was sniffing out a hidden secret. something was going on here, and he wasn’t about to let it slide without asking questions. he sidled up to sunghoon, his expression a mix of amusement and curiosity, eyes narrowing slightly as he observed the way sunghoon was standing a little too calmly. “everything alright, hoon? you’re... different today.” sunghoon shot him a glance, his bunny ears twitching, but his face remained neutral. “yeah, everything’s fine,” he said, too quickly for jungwon’s liking. jungwon tilted his head, his tail flicking behind him as he leaned closer. “are you sure? because from where i’m standing, something feels... off.” his eyes darted to jake, who was suddenly all too quiet, his usual playful energy dialed down a notch. “like, you guys aren’t exactly vibing the way you usually do.” sunghoon huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, trying to play it off. “nothing’s off, wonnie. just... trying something new.” jungwon raised an eyebrow, not buying it for a second. “trying something new, huh? like what? group therapy?” he smirked, his eyes glinting with that sharp curiosity only a cat hybrid could pull off.

sunghoon rolled his eyes, trying to stay composed, but jungwon’s relentless questioning was starting to poke at his nerves. “no, it’s not group therapy,” he muttered, glancing over at jake, who was currently pretending to load the bags like he wasn’t eavesdropping. “look, it’s nothing, okay?”

jungwon narrowed his eyes, clearly unconvinced. “hmm, interesting,” he muttered, glancing between the three of you again. his gaze lingered on jake for a moment longer, noticing how unusually subdued he was. then he looked back at sunghoon, smirking. “well, whatever it is, you better hope it doesn’t blow up in your face, hoon.” sunghoon gave a halfhearted chuckle, trying to brush it off. “don’t worry about it, won. we’ve got everything under control.” jungwon raised his hands in mock surrender, his smirk never leaving his face. “alright, alright. just making sure. but, uh, if this ‘something new’ involves any drama... i’m out,” he added, making a beeline for jay, who was stacking the last of the bags.

sunghoon watched jungwon walk off, feeling the weight of his suspicious gaze still lingering on him. he let out a breath, rubbing the back of his neck as he shot a glance at jake, who was now whistling innocently like he hadn’t been caught listening in on their conversation. “you good?” jake asked, his tone light, though there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. clearly, he found the whole thing entertaining. sunghoon shook his head, a half-smile tugging at his lips. “yeah, just... don’t push it too far with the flirting, alright? jungwon’s already catching on.”

“who, me?” jake asked, feigning innocence as he flashed sunghoon a cheeky grin. “i’m as subtle as a whisper.” sunghoon shot him a look, trying not to laugh. “sure you are. just... remember, don’t cross the line."

as you joined them, oblivious to the conversation, jake flashed you one of his trademark grins, his eyes twinkling with mischief. he reached out to brush a lock of your hair behind your ear, his touch light but lingering a second too long. “ready to go?” he asked, his voice casual, but you could feel the tension in the air.

you glanced between him and sunghoon, your heart racing. something was definitely up, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on what it was. sunghoon just stood there, that same unreadable expression on his face, watching the interaction between you and jake like it wasn’t bothering him at all. jungwon, however, wasn’t fooled. as everyone piled into the car, his sharp eyes caught the subtle glances between you, jake, and sunghoon. and as the car doors closed and the engine started, he leaned over to sunghoon, his voice low enough so that no one else could hear. “you sure everything’s fine, hoon?” he asked, his tone teasing but laced with genuine curiosity. “because i’ve got a feeling there’s more going on here than you’re letting on.” sunghoon shot him a sideways glance, his lips twitching into a smirk. “just... keep it to yourself, alright?” jungwon’s ears twitched, his curiosity piqued even more now. “hmm,” he hummed, sitting back in his seat. “now i’m just dying to know what's going on.” sunghoon sighed, knowing that jungwon was far from done prying. “i'll tell you later, just... shut it.” jungwon gave a lazy shrug, but the smirk stayed on his lips.

the trip back home felt strangely quiet, the air thick with tension that only you seemed to notice. jake sat in the front seat, his usual playful energy still radiating off him, while sunghoon drove with that unreadable calm that had been gnawing at you for days now. his bunny ears twitched occasionally, a silent signal that his thoughts were running, but what bothered you the most was how chill he seemed. why wasn’t he bothered by the way jake had been acting?

you couldn’t deny it—jake was attractive. you knew that from the moment he shifted into his human form, revealing that tanned, surfer’s body when jay first adopted him. it had hit you hard back then, but you’d shoved it down, because you had sunghoon, the perfect boyfriend. he’d always been enough. more than enough. but lately... fuck, why were you liking the attention jake was giving you?

the minute you all got back to the house, things felt almost normal again. the usual banter bounced between you, jay, jungwon, and jake, filling the space with laughter and teasing.

"come on, y/n," jay grinned, throwing a teasing look your way as he dropped the grocery bags on the counter. "you better hide the snacks before jake demolishes them in one sitting."

jake flashed his signature cheeky grin, his tail wagging lazily. "what? i need fuel, man. especially after a shopping trip like that."

"right, 'fuel'," jungwon snorted, throwing a robe over his bare body after shifting out of his hybrid form. he didn’t even care that you had glanced away quickly, flustered at the sight of his nakedness again.

"careful, won," jake smirked, stretching his arms over his head as his hoodie rode up just enough to reveal the line of muscle beneath. "you might need the fuel more than me."

you laughed along with them, but the nagging thoughts wouldn’t leave you. as much as you tried to push it down, the way jake had been acting today—touching you more, lingering closer than usual—it felt different. intentional. and what unsettled you more was how sunghoon seemed so casual about it. almost too casual. you glanced at him now, catching him watching the exchange between jake and jungwon with that same calm, soft smile. like none of it was out of the ordinary.

you all settled down for a bit, joking around, sharing snacks, but your mind was spinning. jake’s playful touches still tingled on your skin, and the way sunghoon was acting was making you question everything. why wasn’t he bothered? the evening passed quickly, and soon, you all retired to your rooms. you couldn’t shake the feeling gnawing at you. guilt. suspicion. you felt like you were somehow betraying sunghoon just by thinking about jake’s touches, the way he flirted with you, the way he was more forward today. was sunghoon really okay with this? and what the hell did they talk about that suddenly made things so... easy between them? later that night, when you and sunghoon got ready for bed, he was already lying on his side, his arms stretched out toward you in that familiar way, waiting for you to crawl into his embrace. his eyes softened as you approached, and he was just as you knew him—warm, comforting, perfect. his boxers hung low on his hips, his toned body practically inviting you in as he smiled softly.

“come on, baby,” he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to your racing thoughts, “you gonna join me or what?” you slid into bed beside him, letting his arms wrap around you as he pulled you close, burying his face in your neck. his touch was so familiar, so safe, but your mind wouldn’t stop. you had to ask. you couldn’t hold it in any longer. “sunghoon,” you began, your voice barely a whisper as his arms tightened around you, “have you noticed... jake? like, has he been more... touchy?” sunghoon’s lips brushed against your neck, a soft hum escaping him, almost dismissive. “touchy? i don’t know... he’s always been like that with you.” he pulled back slightly, just enough to meet your eyes, his expression still calm, almost teasing. “why? are you thinking it’s weird all of a sudden?”

your heart raced, guilt bubbling up inside you. fuck, was it just in your head? no. jake was definitely more forward today. “it’s just... i don’t know,” you hesitated, biting your lip. “i feel like... it’s different. like, he’s being more... I don’t know, more than usual.” sunghoon chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face as he leaned in, pressing soft kisses to your jaw. “we had a talk, that’s all. he’s just more comfortable now. everything’s cool.” “what did you talk about?” you pressed, trying to ignore the way his kisses were making your skin heat up, distracting you from the conversation.

sunghoon smirked against your skin, his lips traveling down your neck as his fingers brushed over your stomach, tracing lazy circles that sent shivers down your spine. “nothing you need to worry about, baby,” he murmured between kisses, “just guy stuff.”

“sunghoon...” you trailed off, your resolve weakening as his touch distracted you. he knew what he was doing—he always did. those kisses, those soft bites to your shoulder, they were calculated, his way of getting you to drop the conversation. to let it go. and fuck, it was working.

he moved his lips to your ear, his breath warm against your skin as his fingers pressed a little harder against your stomach. “why are you so worked up about it?” he whispered, his voice a mix of curiosity and amusement. “jake seems like jake... why are you suddenly thinking it’s weird?”

you swallowed hard, your chest tightening. how could you explain it? how could you admit that jake’s touches were getting to you in ways they shouldn’t? that it felt wrong but... right? “i just... i don’t know,” you muttered, feeling the weight of your guilt pressing down on you.

sunghoon’s fingers danced lower, teasingly close to your waistband as his lips brushed against your ear. “don’t tell me you like it,” he whispered, his voice taking on that darker, possessive edge that always sent a thrill through you.

you froze, your breath hitching. he couldn’t be serious. but fuck, the way his fingers were tracing along your skin, the way his lips moved against you—it was like he was pulling the truth out of you, little by little. “what? no, i—”

“come on, baby,” sunghoon interrupted softly, his voice soothing but relentless. “i’m not mad. i’m genuinely curious...” his fingers continued their slow, torturous path along your skin, making your body react in ways you couldn’t control. “do you like it? when jake touches you?”

you hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest. “i...”

sunghoon pressed a soft kiss to your jaw, his voice a low murmur in your ear. “it’s okay. you can tell me.”

his possessiveness wasn’t gone—it never would be—but there was something else now. something darker. he wanted to hear it from you.

“do you like it when jake touches you?” sunghoon’s voice was gentle, but the undercurrent of desire was unmistakable. “because I’ve been noticing things... things I think you’ve been noticing too.”

his words hung in the air, and you felt your resolve crumbling. because deep down, you knew. you liked it. maybe too much. and sunghoon knew it too.

his fingers continued their slow, teasing path along your stomach, but his eyes—his eyes were locked on you, watching your every reaction. you felt your cheeks burn, a wave of embarrassment washing over you as you realized how much his question had shaken you. did you like it?

your throat tightened, and you looked away, your voice barely a whisper. “i... i don’t know.” the words felt heavy, laced with guilt, and you instantly regretted saying them out loud.

sunghoon’s grip on your waist tightened, but not in anger—just in a way that let you know he was listening, really listening. his lips brushed against your ear again, but this time, there was no teasing. just curiosity. “it’s okay,” he murmured softly, his tone calm and steady. “i’m not upset.”

you blinked, surprised by his response. he’s not upset?

you shifted slightly in his arms, the heat of his body pressing against yours, and felt a deep pang of guilt. “i didn’t mean for it to... i mean, i didn’t think...” your voice faltered, and you cursed yourself for sounding so unsure. you were with sunghoon. you loved him. but fuck, why did jake’s touches get to you like that?

sunghoon chuckled softly, his lips ghosting over your neck as he spoke. “y/n,” he whispered, his voice soothing, “i asked because i wanted to know how you feel.” he shifted, his hand resting just above your waistband, but his gaze never left yours. “but...” he trailed off, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied your face. “is it still just me?”

his voice was soft, but the weight of his question hit you like a ton of bricks. your heart stuttered in your chest, the guilt gnawing at you harder now. is it still just him?

sunghoon’s hand moved up, resting over your heart as if he could feel every beat, every rhythm that pounded inside you. “i know your heartbeat,” he murmured, his lips brushing your ear again. “i’ve heard it enough times to know when it’s for me.” he paused, his voice dipping even lower, a dangerous edge creeping into his words. “but right now... is it for me?”

you swallowed hard, your pulse thrummed beneath his palm, fast and frantic, betraying the conflict inside you. you wanted to tell him it was only him, that it had always been him, but the way jake had lingered in your thoughts all day...

“hoon,” you whispered, your voice barely audible as you felt your chest tighten with emotion. “i love you. it’s always been you.”

sunghoon’s grip on you tightened slightly, but his eyes softened as he listened to your words, his fingers tracing slow patterns across your skin. “i know you love me,” he said, his voice softer now, almost gentle. “i know that.”

but then, he leaned closer, his breath warm against your cheek, his lips barely brushing against your skin. “but i need to hear it from you,” he whispered, his voice like silk, dark and smooth. “is it still just me?”

his question hung in the air between you, thick and heavy, and you felt your heart pounding beneath his hand. sunghoon was listening, waiting for your answer, and you knew—he could hear everything.

“yes,” you whispered, your voice shaking slightly. “it’s still you. it’s always you.” sunghoon’s lips curled into a soft smile, but his eyes remained intense, studying your face like he was searching for something more. “good,” he murmured, his voice dripping with possessiveness as he pressed a slow kiss to your neck. “because no matter what happens... you’re mine.” his words sent a shiver down your spine, and for a moment, the guilt was washed away by the warmth of his touch, the way he held you so close. you tried to settle into the sheets, your eyes fluttering shut, but no matter how much you willed yourself to relax, your mind wouldn’t cooperate. every time you tried to focus on the steady rise and fall of sunghoon’s breathing beside you, his face would creep into your thoughts. jake. breakfast... the grocery store... his smile, his scent. you could still feel the warmth of him at your back, the way his chest pressed against you as he brushed against your waist. those casual touches, the ones you couldn’t ignore, the ones that had left you spiraling even now. it wasn’t just about how good jake looked, his perfectly built frame, or his playful grin—it was the way he made you feel today. and fuck, it wasn’t supposed to feel like this. not when sunghoon was right there beside you. your perfect boyfriend. you bit down on your lip, trying to force the thoughts out of your head. but your mind had a cruel way of circling back, no matter how much you fought it. how could you even think about jake like this when sunghoon was next to you? you felt guilt gnaw at your insides, your chest tightening with every wayward thought of jake’s hands, jake’s touch, jake’s smile.

but what you didn’t know—what you couldn’t have known—was that sunghoon was watching you the entire time. he hadn’t fallen asleep. not even close. in fact, he was wide awake, his gaze locked on you, studying the way your brow furrowed, the way you bit your lip, the way your breathing shifted ever so slightly as you pretended, so hard, to be asleep. he could see right through you. you were thinking about him, weren’t you? he didn’t have to ask; he could see it in the tension in your body, the way your mind seemed miles away. the way your hand, which had always instinctively reached for his when you drifted off, stayed clenched in the sheets tonight. careful not to disturb you, sunghoon shifted in the bed, turning away from you, his expression unreadable. but inside, his thoughts were racing. his possessiveness hadn’t subsided, not even after you had reassured him earlier. no, if anything, it was stronger now, coiling inside him like a slow burn. but that dark curiosity? fuck, that was even worse. he pulled out his phone, making sure the screen was dim enough that you wouldn’t notice, and quickly typed out a message.

hoon: she’s thinking about you right now. i can tell.

his fingers hovered over the screen for a moment before he hit send. his chest tightened as the message delivered, his heart racing in a way that was thrilling. the seconds ticked by, the soft sound of your breathing the only noise in the room. and then, his phone buzzed with a reply.

jake: yeah? you sure?

sunghoon glanced over his shoulder, making sure you were still unaware, your body still tense beside him. his lips curled into the faintest smirk, knowing full well that he had hit the mark.

hoon: she told me earlier. not directly, but it's obvious your touch gets to her.

he paused for a second, watching the message send. the idea that you’d admitted it, that you couldn’t hide it anymore, sent a dark thrill through him. jake was his best friend, but fuck, this wasn’t just about testing boundaries—it was about seeing how far this could go. how far you would go.

his phone buzzed again, jake’s reply coming in quick.

jake: fuck, seriously?

sunghoon’s lips curled into a small smirk.

hoon: yep. she wasn’t shy about it, either. said your touches felt… different. wasn’t sure if she liked it or felt guilty.

there was a pause before the dots reappeared, jake taking a moment to respond.

jake: so what now?

sunghoon leaned back slightly, his gaze flicking over to you again. your lips parted slightly in sleep, or at least the pretend sleep you were pulling off right now. his mind was already running with ideas, calculating the next move.

hoon: we get jay and jungwon out of the house tomorrow.

the reply came almost instantly this time.

jake: shit. you sure about this?

sunghoon’s smirk deepened. he wasn’t just sure. he wanted to see it. he needed to see it and soon, or else he'll be consumed by his curiosity.

hoon: yeah. i’m sure. she’s reacting to you. it’s not in her head. i want to see if it’s just a fluke or if she’s really into it. jake: so what’s the plan?

sunghoon’s fingers moved over the keyboard, his mind already mapping it out.

hoon: do whatever you want tomorrow. jake: fuck jake: okay

sunghoon locked his phone, a calculated calm settling over him. he had his answer. tomorrow would be about watching, reading every little shift in your body language, every glance you gave jake. he wasn’t going to push you into anything—he didn’t need to. and before he could allow himself to disappear in his thoughts, he unlocks his phone again to send jake one last text.

hoon: don’t fuck this up.

the dots blinked again.

jake: you know i won’t.

with a smile, locked his phone, sliding it back under his pillow, his mind already spinning with the possibilities. tomorrow, he’d see it for himself. he’d watch as you reacted to jake’s touches, his words. and if you really wanted him, if you let yourself be drawn to jake the way sunghoon suspected… well, he’d let this play out exactly how he wanted.

and maybe, just maybe, it would be even better than he’d imagined.

"wake up, assholes!" jay’s voice boomed through the house, louder than any alarm clock. "today’s family day. we’re all going to the amusement park. no excuses!" sunghoon groaned into his pillow, his plan for the day immediately spiraling out of control. he had been so close to making it all happen. but no, apparently jay had other plans—big, loud, annoying-as-fuck plans that involved roller coasters, cotton candy, and way too much time around each other in public. beside him, you stirred, mumbling something incoherent as you stretched. sunghoon forced a smile, trying to keep his frustration at bay, but fuck, he wasn’t feeling it. how the hell are we supposed to pull anything off now? across the room, jake was practically vibrating with tension. sunghoon could tell, even from where he was lying, that jake was pissed. not visibly—he was still putting on that easygoing front—but there was no mistaking the irritation simmering under his skin. “come on, guys.” jay’s voice came again, followed by the sound of footsteps and jungwon’s amused chuckle. “you can’t back out of this. it’s a fucking day off!” “i’ll gonna kill him,” jake muttered under his breath, just loud enough for sunghoon to hear. sunghoon stifled a laugh, glancing over at jake. “chill, dude. we can’t exactly bail without making it weird.” jake ran a hand through his hair, his frustration showing for just a second before he smoothed it over with a strained grin. “yeah, well, it’s fucking killing me. today was supposed to be—”

“i know,” sunghoon cut him off, his voice low enough that you wouldn’t hear. “but we’ll figure something out.” but the truth was, sunghoon wasn’t sure how the fuck they were going to make this work now. you were already sitting up in bed, yawning as you stretched your arms over your head, completely oblivious to the chaos brewing in both sunghoon’s and jake’s heads. “an amusement park sounds fun,” you said, your voice still a little groggy. “we haven’t done that in forever.” sunghoon forced a smile, biting back the possessive frustration that was still clawing at him. he needed to see it, needed to fucking know, and now the entire day was going to be filled with jay’s excited bullshit, jungwon’s teasing, and a shitload of crowds. there was no way they’d get a moment alone to even test anything. not today. jake, however, was not as good at hiding his frustration. “do we have to go?” jake grumbled, leaning against the doorframe, his tail swishing lazily behind him. “i mean, it’s an amusement park. we could just stay here.” jungwon, who had been quietly watching the interaction, raised an eyebrow, clearly suspicious. “you’ve been trying to get out of this since jay mentioned it, man. what’s your deal?” jake froze for a second, his usual carefree attitude slipping for just a moment before he forced out a laugh. “no deal, just... just not feeling roller coasters right now, i guess.” sunghoon shot jake a look, one that said get your shit together, but jake just shrugged, clearly too frustrated to care at this point. “you’ve never said no to roller coasters before,” jungwon added, still eyeing jake like he could see right through him. “and now suddenly you’re all meh about it?” “yeah, okay, jungwon, i just don’t feel like fucking puking today,” jake snapped back, a little more aggressively than necessary. “easy, man,” jay chimed in, raising his hands in mock surrender. “we’re supposed to be relaxing today, not killing each other.”

you chuckled softly at the banter, clearly still oblivious to the tension between jake and sunghoon. “come on, guys, it’ll be fun. and we’ll get to spend the whole day together.” sunghoon’s heart twisted at that. spend the whole day together. yeah, that was the problem. spending the day with jake and you was supposed to be... different. but he had to keep up the act, for your sake. “yeah,” sunghoon finally said, forcing his tone to be light. “it’ll be fun. we’ll make the most of it.” jake’s eyes flicked over to him, and they were both thinking the same thing—this was a fucking mess. but as much as sunghoon wanted to scrap the entire day, he couldn’t. not without raising suspicion. “fine,” jake muttered, his tone a little softer now as he glanced at you. “let’s go.” you smiled, clearly relieved that jake was finally on board, and now you were starting to partly believe sunghoon really did trust jake. maybe you didn’t have to feel so paranoid about it anymore. “alright, family day! let’s move, people!” jay’s voice was annoyingly cheerful as he herded everyone toward the car. you, jake, sunghoon, jay, and jungwon all piled into the car, the energy feeling lighter on the surface, but beneath it? fuck, jake was barely holding it together, and sunghoon wasn’t doing much better. but they both smiled, both laughed at jay’s dumb jokes, all while silently screaming at the interruption of their plan. and sunghoon? the need to see you with jake was growing, clawing at him. but for now, he had to fucking wait.

as the car pulled into the amusement park parking lot, the chatter picked up again, everyone’s energy buzzing from the excitement. jay had already started listing off rides he wanted to hit first, with jungwon throwing in the occasional sarcastic quip. the banter was fast, playful, and exactly what you needed to ease the weird tension that had been clinging to the morning.

“alright, let’s get this straight,” jay started, spinning in his seat as the car came to a stop. “no one’s backing out of the death drop. we’re doing it first.”

jungwon let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “right, because watching you scream like a kid is how i want to start my day.”

jay scoffed, unbuckling his seatbelt with a dramatic flourish. “please. you’ll be the one clinging to the safety bar like your life depends on it.”

jungwon shrugged, shooting jay a lazy grin. “only because i don’t trust you not to freak out and grab me mid-drop.” you chuckled, shaking your head as you slid out of the car. “you two sound like you’re planning a disaster.” “don’t listen to them,” jake piped in, standing next to you as he stretched his arms above his head, his hoodie riding up slightly, exposing a sliver of skin. his tail wagged lazily behind him, betraying his excitement despite the chill act. “i’ll bet twenty bucks jay bails before the ride even starts.” “i’ll take that bet,” sunghoon added, leaning casually against the side of the car, his bunny ears twitching slightly in amusement. “but make it thirty, ‘cause jay’s definitely the first to chicken out.”

jay shot both of them a look, pointing a finger as he narrowed his eyes. “keep talking, and you’ll both owe me.” “i mean, it’s pretty obvious who’s got the weak stomach here,” jake teased, nudging you with his elbow. “what do you think, y/n? think jay’s gonna puke after the first drop?” you laughed, feeling the warmth of jake’s body close to yours, but you played along, shaking your head. “nah, i think he’s gonna scream so loud the ride operator shuts it down.” jay rolled his eyes, clearly unfazed by the roasting. “y’all just wait. we’ll see who’s laughing after the death drop.” as you all started walking toward the park entrance, the light banter continued, bouncing between everyone. sunghoon stayed close to your side, his hand brushing against your lower back as you walked. you felt his presence—steady, calm—like a quiet anchor that kept you grounded, despite the playful chaos around you.

jungwon's eyes darted between the group, picking up on the smaller dynamics. you noticed him watching jake and sunghoon more closely, a slight frown tugging at his lips as jake leaned in to whisper something into your ear, his breath warm against your skin.

you caught a glimpse of sunghoon from the corner of your eye, but he just watched with an unreadable expression, his lips curving into a soft, almost knowing smile. it made your heart stutter. he's really okay with this?

jungwon, however, wasn’t so easily convinced.

“hey, sunghoon,” jungwon called out as you all waited in line for tickets. his tone was casual, but there was something else beneath it, something curious. “you seem pretty chill today. not freaking out about jake stealing y/n?”

sunghoon’s bunny ears twitched, but he didn’t flinch, his expression staying cool. “why would i freak out? jake’s harmless.” his voice was calm, smooth, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyes—something darker.

jake snorted, leaning against the ticket booth as he pulled out his wallet. “harmless? come on, man. don’t make me sound boring.”

jungwon raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “i don’t know, man. you’ve been kind of touchy lately. just saying.” you felt your stomach twist at jungwon’s words, heat creeping up your neck. he noticed too? you’d been trying so hard not to read too much into it, but maybe you weren’t imagining things after all. before you could respond, sunghoon shot jungwon a lazy grin. “it’s all good, won. jake’s just… being jake.” there was a brief pause as jungwon’s eyes flicked between sunghoon and jake, his brow furrowing. he wasn’t convinced. “hmm. interesting.” jay, completely oblivious to the shift in the conversation, clapped his hands together as the tickets printed out. “alright, enough of the conspiracy theories. we’ve got rides to conquer, people.”

you all laughed, the tension easing as jay’s loud enthusiasm filled the air. but as you walked through the gates, you couldn’t help but steal a glance at sunghoon. was it really all in your head?

as you moved deeper into the park, jay led the charge, dragging you all toward the biggest roller coaster in the park. you followed along, but your mind kept wandering. the morning’s weird tension still buzzed in the back of your mind, but the friendly banter helped distract you—at least, for now. “come on, y/n,” jake teased as he walked ahead of you and sunghoon, glancing over his shoulder with a grin. “bet you’ll be the first one to scream.”

“please,” you shot back, rolling your eyes. “i’ll outlast you any day.”

jake’s laughter was infectious, his tail swishing behind him in a playful wag. “we’ll see about that.”

sunghoon chuckled beside you, his hand brushing lightly against your waist. “better watch out, babe. jake’s got a point. you screamed pretty loud last time.”

jungwon trailed behind, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched the subtle exchanges between you, sunghoon, and jake. something was definitely up. he didn’t know what it was yet, but he was going to find out.

after the death drop, sunghoon was slumped against the metal railing, his bunny ears drooped like he was ready to call it a day. he looked like he was barely holding it together, pale and still trying to catch his breath. jake, on the other hand, was practically bouncing on his feet, grinning from ear to ear like he hadn’t just experienced the ride from hell. "fuck yeah! let’s go again!" jake shouted, his tail wagging, full of energy. he shot you an excited grin. "come on, y/n, you were a champ up there." you managed a laugh, still feeling a little shaky yourself, though not nearly as bad as sunghoon or jay. you glanced over at jay, who was leaning against a trash can, gagging every couple of seconds. jungwon stood beside him, a towel in hand, grimacing at the smell but still patting jay’s back like a patient friend. “you good, jay?” jungwon asked, his voice dry, though there was genuine concern in his eyes. jay didn’t even have the energy to respond, just waved him off weakly before retching again. "jesus christ," sunghoon groaned from where he was sitting on a bench, "death drop is fucking suicide." jungwon snorted, shaking his head. "and yet you’re still alive. barely."

as you all tried to recover, jake was still full of energy, practically vibrating next to you. “let’s go on another one! come on, y/n, let’s check out the next ride.” you could feel the heat of sunghoon’s gaze on you, and when you glanced over, he was watching jake with a look that said he wasn’t exactly thrilled about letting you go off with him. but then again, sunghoon looked like he was barely holding onto his lunch, so there wasn’t much fight left in him. “babe, you okay with this?” you asked softly, biting your lip as you caught his eye. sunghoon didn’t look mad. just... tired. he waved you off weakly, nodding. “yeah, go. i’m good.” his lips curled into a lazy smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “jake’s still got all the energy in the world. might as well use it.” you weren’t entirely convinced, but then jay, still leaning over the trash can, gagging in between words, groaned out, “yeah... go... leave me... i’ll... catch up.” jake shot jay a playful salute. “don’t worry, we’ll take a lap for you!” you chuckled, feeling jake’s warm fingers intertwine with yours as he tugged you gently toward the next area. “come on, let’s leave the weaklings behind,” he teased, giving your hand a light squeeze. “we’ll grab some snacks or something.”

as you and jake walked off, jungwon’s eyes tracked the two of you until you were out of earshot. he looked back at sunghoon, his cat-like instincts kicking in. something was definitely off, and it wasn’t just the ride. “okay, spill,” jungwon said, dropping down onto the bench beside sunghoon, his expression suspicious as he watched him closely. "what the hell is going on?" sunghoon, still trying to recover from the ride, leaned back against the bench, running a hand through his hair. “what are you talking about?” jungwon shot him a knowing look, his ears twitching slightly. “you know exactly what i’m talking about. jake’s been acting weird all morning, and now you’re suddenly cool with letting him drag y/n off alone? something’s up.” sunghoon rolled his eyes, trying to play it off. “relax, won. everything’s fine.” “yeah, right,” jungwon muttered, crossing his arms. “you expect me to believe that? usually, you’d be growling at anyone who even looks at her for more than a second. but today? you’re just letting him get all handsy? you’re not fooling anyone.” jay, who had finally finished puking, collapsed onto the bench next to jungwon, letting out a dramatic sigh. “i don’t care what’s going on as long as i never have to ride that thing again.”

jungwon shot jay a side glance before turning back to sunghoon, clearly not letting this go. “seriously, hoon. what’s the deal? you’re not acting like yourself.” sunghoon huffed, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. "there’s nothing to spill, alright? me and jake... we had a talk." jungwon raised an eyebrow, his suspicion growing. "a talk?" sunghoon glanced over at him, knowing that jungwon wasn’t going to let it go until he gave him something. “yeah. just some... unresolved shit. but we’re good now.” jungwon’s eyes narrowed, clearly not convinced. “and this unresolved shit didn’t happen to include... y/n, by any chance?”

sunghoon’s jaw clenched slightly, but he forced a grin, trying to shake off the tension. “maybe. but it’s all good now. trust me.” jungwon didn’t seem satisfied with that answer, but he didn’t push further. instead, he leaned back on the bench, his eyes narrowing as he watched you and jake disappear into the crowd, your hands still intertwined. “hmm. interesting.” jay groaned from where he was sprawled out between the two of them, his hand draped dramatically over his eyes. “i swear to god, if you guys are getting into some love triangle shit, i’m out. i can’t handle drama after almost dying on that fucking ride.” jungwon let out a small chuckle, patting jay on the shoulder. “don’t worry, i’ll keep an eye on these two idiots. you just focus on not puking your guts out again.” sunghoon shot jungwon a look, but there was no real heat behind it. he knew jungwon was suspicious, but for now, he wasn’t ready to spill the details. not yet. not when he was getting closer and closer to what he wanted. jake’s tail swished behind him, barely containing his excitement as he dragged you through the noisy crowd, his energy infectious. when his eyes locked onto the hot dog stand ahead, he spun around with the widest grin, looking at you like a kid on christmas morning. it was hard not to smile at the pure joy lighting up his face as he tugged you closer. “y/n! hot dogs! let’s get one.” his voice was practically bouncing, loud and full of that raw, unfiltered excitement that was just so... jake. you laughed, shaking your head at how over the top he could get. “you’re like a damn kid," you teased, already reaching for your wallet because honestly, how could you say no when he looked at you like that? his ears twitched, but instead of brushing it off, he shot you a smug little smirk, playful, teasing. “yeah? and you love it.” you scoffed, though you couldn’t deny it. jake had this way of making everything feel more alive, like even a simple hot dog was the best thing in the world. you paid, watching him drool over the sizzling food on the grill, his tail wagging so hard you half expected him to knock someone over. “i swear, i can already taste it,” he muttered, his ears flicking every time the grill sizzled. you nudged him, laughing. “you’re seriously this excited over a hot dog?” he nudged you right back, that playful glint in his eyes making it hard not to smile. “hell yeah. food’s always better when it’s with you.”

the way his voice dropped, just enough to make your heart skip a beat, was impossible to ignore. you tried to play it off, rolling your eyes as you handed him the hot dog. he took a huge bite, practically moaning like it was the best thing he’d ever eaten. “this is so damn good,” he said, mouth half-full, his tail wagging lazily behind him. “you’re ridiculous,” you muttered, shaking your head, but you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “but cute, i guess.” his ears perked up at that, and he shot you a flirty look, licking mustard off his lips. “cute, huh? maybe sunghoon’s right—you baby me too much.” you scoffed, giving him a light shove. “maybe you like it.” he leaned in, his voice dropping lower, teasing. “only when it’s you.” those words sent a familiar shiver down your spine, heat rushing to your cheeks. “i’m just glad you’re back to your usual self,” you mumbled, hoping to change the subject. “why have you been so… close lately? like more than usual?”

his eyes widened for a split second, but then that smirk returned, his tail flicking lazily. “close?” he repeated, feigning innocence. “what do you mean?” your heart thudded against your ribs. “you know what i mean,” you said, your voice sharper now. “you’ve been... different. touchier. more... i don’t know, intentional.” jake’s chuckle was soft, his eyes never leaving yours. “intentional?” he echoed, pretending to play dumb, but you could see that flicker of recognition. he knew exactly what you meant. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” “jake, come on,” you huffed, your frustration bubbling over. “you’ve always been close, but lately… it’s like you’re trying to get a reaction out of me.”

his grin widened, his body brushing against yours as he stepped closer. “am i?” his voice was soft, teasing. “you think i’m doing this on purpose?” you swallowed hard, pulse racing. “i don’t know,” you admitted, your voice shaky. “it just… feels different.”

“you make me feel like… like i’m cheating,” you whispered, the words falling out before you could stop them. they sounded foreign, wrong, and yet it was the only way you could describe the twisting feeling in your gut, the guilt gnawing at you.

jake didn’t flinch. his expression didn’t change, but the weight of his gaze bore down on you, his eyes soft yet so unreadable. “cheating?” he asked softly, his voice low, almost too calm. “on sunghoon?”

you nodded, your throat tight, shame bubbling up inside you. "yeah. the way you’ve been touching me, looking at me… it makes me feel like i’m doing something wrong."

a flicker of something crossed jake’s face, but he remained quiet for a moment, his eyes scanning your face like he was trying to read something deeper inside you. you couldn’t look at him, your gaze falling to the floor, every fiber of your being screaming at you that this was a betrayal. but why did it feel so damn good?

“do you really feel like you’re cheating?” his voice was calm, so calm it almost soothed you. almost. but the question hung heavy in the air, demanding an answer you weren’t ready to give.

“yes,” you whispered, the truth of it sinking deeper as you said it aloud. “because… i don’t get why you’re affecting me like this.” you wanted to explain, to make sense of it, but the words were tangled in your mind. this wasn’t supposed to happen. jake had always been jake—playful, teasing, sweet. but now… now, it was like everything was different.

he nodded slowly, as if he understood more than you were saying. “you’re confused, huh?” there was no judgment in his voice, just quiet understanding, but it didn’t make the guilt any less suffocating.

you bit your lip, your hands trembling as you struggled to find something to hold onto, some piece of reality that wasn’t slipping away beneath the weight of his touch, his eyes on you. “yeah. you’ve always been jake, and now… i don’t know what’s happening.”

he let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head, the sound low and almost amused. “well, i can't stay a puppy forever, y/n.”

"but why now? why is it different now?” your voice was barely above a whisper, the question slipping out before you could stop it. you needed to know, needed to understand why everything felt like it was spinning out of control with jake.

his hand slid down your arm, slow and deliberate, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you. his fingers traced over your skin, each touch sending sparks through your body, making you want to pull away and lean into him all at once. “maybe it’s because you want me.” the air caught in your throat, and you stared at him, wide-eyed. “no,” you whispered, but even as the word left your lips, doubt lingered.

“don’t you?” jake’s voice was low, challenging, his gaze never wavering from you.

before you could respond, his phone buzzed, cutting through the thick tension between you. he pulled it out casually, glancing at the screen before typing quickly. the slight smirk on his lips told you he knew exactly what he was doing, keeping you on edge tapping away on his phone while your thoughts occupy you. you were supposed to belong to sunghoon. this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. but the way jake looked at you, the way he touched you like you were something he’d been waiting for, it was addicting.

hoon: did anything happen? jake: she wants me. hoon: what? hoon: she told you? just like that? jake: she's shaking. bet she's wet rn

there was a pause before sunghoon’s response.

hoon: fuck. let her feel it. she’s already yours.

jake’s gaze flicked back to you, catching every flicker of confusion and conflict playing across your face. the smugness in his eyes was unmistakable, but there was something else too—something darker, more dangerous. he slid his phone back into his pocket, stepping closer until the warmth of his body pressed against yours, suffocating in the best way.

“you don’t have to feel guilty, y/n,” he murmured, his voice low, coaxing, pulling you deeper into the fog you were already sinking into. “sunghoon knows.”

your stomach dropped. “what?” the word came out shaky, almost a breath, as if you couldn’t quite believe what you were hearing.

“he knows,” jake repeated, his lips curling into a smile that sent a shiver down your spine. “and he’s okay with it.”

you shook your head, trying to make sense of what he was saying, but it only made everything spin faster. “you’re lying,” you whispered, your voice trembling with disbelief.

jake’s chuckle was soft, the kind that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. “i’m not lying,” he said, stepping even closer, his body practically pressing you against the wall. “we’ve talked about it.”

the ground beneath you seemed to shift, a wave of disbelief crashing over you as you tried to process his words. “no,” you muttered, shaking your head, your voice barely audible. “there’s no way…”

jake’s smirk didn’t falter for even a second as he reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone again. his fingers brushed your side, deliberately slow, sending a jolt of heat through your body. he glanced at the screen for a moment before holding it up, turning it so you could see it. his eyes never left your face, watching, waiting for the moment everything would click.

waiting for you to understand.

your breath hitched as your gaze dropped to the screen. sunghoon’s name sat at the top of the messages, so clear, so casual, like this was something normal between them. and then you saw it—the message jake had wanted you to see all along.

hoon: fuck. let her feel it. she’s already yours too.

the words hit you like a punch to the gut, knocking the air from your lungs. your heart raced, your breath catching in your throat as reality crashed down on you. he knew. sunghoon had known this entire time, and he wasn’t just okay with it—he was encouraging it. confusion and heat surged through you all at once, twisting together in a way that made you dizzy.

you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the screen, couldn’t stop the pounding in your chest as the truth settled over you. he’s already yours. it was like you’d been handed over without realizing it, like you belonged to jake now, too.

“believe me now?” jake’s voice cut through the fog clouding your mind, low and teasing, but there was an edge of satisfaction in it that only twisted the knot in your stomach tighter.

“he wants this, y/n,” jake murmured, his voice soft, coaxing as his hand brushed the side of your neck, thumb grazing your jawline. the touch was intimate, deliberate. “he knows how i feel about you... and now, he knows how you feel about me.”

“he... really said that?” your voice came out shaky, disbelieving, even though you knew you weren’t imagining things. you had seen it for yourself.

“yeah,” jake said, his fingers tracing your skin with the lightest touch, almost comforting if it wasn’t for the heat building between you. “he wants us both to be happy. you don’t have to pretend anymore, y/n.”

you stared at the phone again, the words burning themselves into your mind. let her feel it. how was this happening? the weight of it all settled deep in your chest, guilt twisting alongside desire in a way that made you squeeze your thighs together, instinctively trying to contain the rush of emotions.

jake’s eyes softened as he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. “you don’t have to choose,” he said, his voice low but full of certainty. “you can have both of us.”

your heart raced, the pounding almost drowning out every rational thought screaming at you to pull away, to stop. but instead, you found yourself leaning into jake’s touch, your breath coming out in shallow, shaky gasps.

jake’s grin darkened, his eyes flashing with something dangerous as he leaned in, his lips grazing your ear. “and now,” he whispered, “we see just how much you really want this.”

before you could even process his words, jake’s phone buzzed in his hand again. and this time, he answered for you, pressing the phone to your ear without hesitation never breaking eye contact with you. the noise of the amusement park, the sounds of the crowd, all seemed to fade into the background as sunghoon’s voice filled your ears.

“hey, baby,” his voice was calm, teasing almost, like he wasn’t fully aware of the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you. “you saw it, didn’t you? the message?”

your heart slammed against your ribs as you stared at jake, your breath hitching. “did you get wet thinking about him when i was asleep next to you?” his voice dropped lower, the edge of his words sending another shiver down your spine.

you swallowed hard, panic and confusion battling inside you. you glanced at jake, wide-eyed, trying to find some kind of explanation. “what the fuck?” your voice was barely more than a whisper, your mind still trying to catch up with everything happening around you. not knowing jake didn't need to tell sunghoon anything, sunghoon already figured it out on his own anyway.

jake just smirked, leaning casually against the side of the booth, his eyes never leaving yours as you pressed the phone harder to your ear, as if that would somehow make it all make sense.

“you told me it’s only me,” sunghoon continued, his voice soft, but sharp enough to make your stomach twist. “but it looks like you’ve been a little naughty, haven’t you? is a rabbit not enough for you? or is it because you want to be fucked like a dog?”

his words cut through you like a blade, shame and something darker—something you didn’t want to admit—flooding your system. “sunghoon, let’s just... can we talk about this at home, please?” you begged, your voice shaky as you tried to regain some control over the situation.

there was a pause on the other end, and then you heard sunghoon chuckle softly, like he had already won, like everything was falling into place exactly how he wanted it. “okay, let’s go home. we have the house to ourselves tonight.”

your breath caught. “what?” you barely managed to get the word out.

“i told jay and jungwon to give us some space,” he said casually. “no interruptions. just the three of us.”

you froze, barely able to comprehend what he was saying. your mind raced, thoughts tumbling over each other. just the three of us.

“you know,” his voice softened, laced with something raw, “i’m not mad. i swear. and i’m sorry for lying.”

you swallowed hard, the lump in your throat almost too much to bear. “hoon...”

“but i had to see it for myself. and jake was right—you wanted him too.” his voice was full of something raw, vulnerable, but also dripping with desire. “i thought i’d hate it, but now... i don’t know.”

you leaned against the booth, your legs suddenly too weak to support you.

“i’ll be waiting at the car,” sunghoon said, his voice taking on a more final, commanding tone, like this was already a done deal, like the decision had already been made.

before you could respond, the line went dead, and you saw him, his figure walking away toward the parking lot. sunghoon’s back was straight, his movements confident, like he’d been in control of this all along.

you stood there, the phone still pressed to your ear as you turned to jake, who was still watching you with that smirk, that same playful hunger in his eyes.

leaning in, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered, “ready to go home?”

you stared at him, your mind swirling uncontrollably. part of you wanted to run, to stop this, to pull the brakes on whatever was happening between the three of you. but another part, the darker part, the part that had been fighting this for so long, wanted to let it happen. wanted to see how far this would go.

with a shaky breath, you nodded.

as you reached the car, your heart hammered in your chest, each thud loud and unrelenting, making it impossible to focus on anything else. the headlights cut through the dark, casting long shadows over the empty parking lot, the glow eerie against the quiet amusement park.

sunghoon was already in the driver’s seat, his face half-illuminated by the dash, his expression unreadable. his eyes found yours through the windshield, but they gave nothing away, and that only made the knot in your stomach twist tighter.

jake opened the passenger door for you, his hand grazing your lower back as he nudged you in. the touch was brief, but it sent a jolt through you, lighting your skin on fire in ways you didn’t want to acknowledge.

you slipped into the seat, your breath shaky, your hands trembling as they rested in your lap. the silence in the car was thick, suffocating, the hum of the engine doing little to ease the tension between the three of you. jake slid into the backseat, too relaxed, like nothing had changed—but everything had. nothing about this felt normal anymore.

the weight of it all pressed down on you, the air heavy, stifling. jake lounged in the back, his arm stretched out behind the seat, eyes flicking between you and sunghoon in the rearview mirror, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. like he already knew how this was going to end, like he was just waiting for you to catch up.

“you good, baby?” sunghoon’s voice broke the oppressive silence, calm, but with an edge that made your stomach tighten. his fingers tapped lightly against the steering wheel, though you caught the way his knuckles whitened briefly, betraying the control he was trying so hard to keep.

you glanced over at him, forcing yourself to respond despite the tightness in your throat. “yeah, i just… i don’t know what to say.”

he chuckled softly, the sound more amused than anything. “don’t worry. we’ll figure it out.” his words hung in the air like a promise, one that made your chest constrict. “you saw the message,” he continued, his voice dropping lower, more intimate, “so you know i’m not mad. you get that, right?”

you nodded, though it didn’t feel like enough, your chest tightening as you swallowed back the emotions swirling inside. “yeah, i get it. i just don’t really understand… why?”

sunghoon’s gaze flicked toward you briefly before returning to the road, his grip on the wheel tightening again. “because i needed to see it,” he said, his voice measured, but there was something darker lurking beneath it. “to know it wasn’t just in my head. that you… felt something for him too.”

your breath caught in your throat, and you shifted in your seat, thighs pressing together as the heat between your legs became impossible to ignore.

“and now?” your voice was barely a whisper, the weight of everything threatening to crush you.

sunghoon’s lips curled into a faint, almost sinister smile, his tone dipping into something more possessive. “now we see where this goes.”

his words sent a chill down your spine, thick with intent. you glanced in the rearview mirror, catching jake’s eyes. he was watching, waiting, that lazy, knowing grin still plastered on his face.

“so, what’s the plan then, hoon?” jake’s voice broke through the tension, casual, like this wasn’t a storm about to break. “you said we’ve got the house to ourselves tonight.”

sunghoon chuckled, low and full of promise. “no interruptions.” his eyes flicked back to you, dark with intent. “unless you’ve changed your mind, baby?”

your heart raced, pounding in your ears. this was real. this was happening. “no,” you whispered, the word slipping out before you could stop it. “i haven’t changed my mind.”

sunghoon’s smirk widened, satisfied. “good,” he murmured, his voice smooth, dripping with control. “because tonight… you’re ours.”

“to wreck,” jake added from the backseat, his voice low, full of satisfaction. you didn’t need to look at him to know he was grinning that cocky grin that made your stomach churn with equal parts dread and anticipation.

you swallowed hard, trying to lighten the moment, hoping to ease the tension coiling tighter in your chest. “good thing jay made me get that driver’s license, huh?” you said, your voice trembling, the humor falling flat.

sunghoon glanced at you, his smile dark, teasing. “yeah, i guess. though tonight, we won’t need it.”

your stomach tightened, the weight of the situation pressing down harder. “what did you say to jay and jungwon? to get them out?”

jake chuckled, meeting your eyes in the rearview mirror. “told them we’d explain later. just needed them out of the way.”

the silence settled back in, heavier this time, thick with anticipation. sunghoon’s hand found its way to your thigh, his grip firm, thumb brushing slow, teasing circles into your skin. “don’t worry, baby,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, though the dark promise in his tone made your breath catch. “we’re going to take care of you. both of us.”

your heart raced, every nerve in your body on edge, your mind spinning with the weight of their words. the heat between your legs became unbearable, your body reacting despite the whirlwind of confusion and guilt raging inside you. the words echoed in your mind, to wreck. sunghoon had said those words before, whispered them in your ear before taking you apart piece by piece. it was his thing, the way he’d growl it, low and possessive, just before he wrecked you. now, jake was saying it. jake was promising it from the backseat.

you bit your lip, trying to hold back the emotions threatening to spill over, but it was impossible. the knot in your stomach tightened as their words swirled around in your head. wreck you. take care of you. both of us.

sunghoon’s grip tightened on your thigh, his eyes focused on the road ahead, “we’re taking it slow, sweetheart. not rushing anything. but let’s be honest—if you didn’t want this, you wouldn’t be here, would you?”

his words hit harder than you wanted to admit. they landed like a sharp, undeniable truth. you did want this. you just didn’t know how to let go of all the excuses you kept clinging to.

"i... i don’t know what i want," you whispered, barely holding on to any sense of certainty.

sunghoon glanced at you briefly, and for a second, there was something softer in his eyes, something almost comforting. "yeah, you do," he murmured, his thumb resuming its slow, deliberate circles on your thigh, as if reassuring you, coaxing you. "and it’s okay."

jake’s breath ghosted against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. he was so close you could feel the warmth of him, his lips just inches from your skin. "just let it happen," he whispered.

the mix of their voices, their hands on you, the heat between you—you couldn’t think straight. you couldn’t decide if you wanted to jump out of the car and run or let them push you past the point of no return, the edge that felt both terrifying and addictive. the fear was gnawing at you, but so was something else. something darker. something you didn’t want to admit you might actually like.

"this is fucking crazy," you muttered, though there was no real bite to the words, just a shaky thrill you couldn’t quite hide.

“what the fuck happened to you two?” you added, still trying to wrap your head around how everything had shifted so quickly. “you used to be… just cute fluffies, and now…”

jake snorted from behind you, sarcasm lacing his tone. “i’m grown, y/n, even when i’m in my animal form. hoon’s the one who still looks like he hasn’t hit a growth spurt.” he threw a cocky glance at sunghoon through the rearview mirror.

sunghoon’s jaw tightened, but a low chuckle escaped him, his hand never leaving your thigh. “funny,” he muttered under his breath, clearly not bothered by jake’s shit.

but you weren’t laughing. you were still trying to piece everything together, trying to understand how this even started. "how did this happen?" you asked, eyes flicking between the two of them, frustration bubbling in your chest.

"and don’t lie to me, hoon. i’m still pissed that you didn’t tell me sooner... that i had to figure all this out on my own."

sunghoon’s fingers flexed around the steering wheel, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “yeah, i know. i figured you’d be upset. wasn’t trying to hide it from you. just needed to see how it played out first.”

“when?” you pushed, voice sharper now. “when the hell did this start?”

there was a beat of silence before sunghoon glanced at jake through the rearview mirror, something unspoken passing between them. “the day i talked to jake,” he said finally, his voice steady. “you remember?”

“yeah,” you murmured, the pieces slowly clicking into place.

sunghoon nodded, his grip on the wheel tightening. “that’s when it started. jake told me… he wanted more.”

your gaze shifted to jake, who was watching you intently, but there was a smirk playing at the corner of his lips, something smug. “so you hid that from me?” you snapped, anger bubbling up. “you knew how he felt and didn’t say anything?”

“didn’t want to push you into something you weren’t ready for,” sunghoon explained, his voice calm, though there was a firmness beneath it. “i needed to make sure it wasn’t just a phase for him. and when i saw the way you looked at him…”

"so, it wasn’t a phase?" you whispered, your voice barely audible, almost afraid of the answer.

jake leaned in closer, his lips brushing your ear, his breath hot and his voice rough, like he’d been holding it back for too long. “nah. it’s real. it’s been real. wasn’t trying to be clingy, y/n, but fuck... being around you, wanting you, and not being able to do anything about it? that’s fucking torture.”

the car suddenly felt too small, too hot. "so what?" you demanded, trying to get a handle on the flood of emotions. "you two just decided to test me like some fucking experiment?"

sunghoon’s voice dropped lower, steady, but softer now, his hand firm on your thigh. “are you mad?” he asked, not flinching, just waiting for you to answer, his grip tightening slightly, as if grounding you.

behind you, jake’s fingers tangled in your hair, the touch surprisingly tender despite the situation. he wasn’t pushing, wasn’t rushing—just holding you in place, letting you breathe while you tried to sort through the chaos.

you swallowed hard, the tension thick enough to choke you. mad? maybe. confused, overwhelmed? definitely. but most of all… you were turned on. more than you wanted to admit, more than you could hide.

your eyes flicked down to sunghoon’s hand on your thigh, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles, each movement sending a pulse of heat straight through you. you hated how badly you wanted more. "i don’t know," you finally whispered, voice cracking. "i don’t know what i feel."

sunghoon’s grip tightened, just for a moment, a sigh escaping him—half relieved, half frustrated. “i didn’t want to hurt you, or push you into this without talking about it first,” he said carefully, his voice gentle, though there was something darker underneath. "but i see the way you look at him. at us."

"you’re not mad," jake’s voice came from behind, quieter, more serious now, his fingers still gently tangled in your hair. "you’re just scared. we get it." his lips brushed against your ear, the barest touch sending a shiver through you. "but trust us. we’ve got you."

you turned your head just enough to meet jake’s eyes, his fingers still playing with your hair, his expression dark and hungry, like he had been waiting for this moment for too long. there was no mistaking the want in his gaze—it was consuming, all-encompassing, and you could feel it radiating off him in waves. but it wasn’t just physical; there was something more, it was like he needed you to know how badly he wanted you.

“we won’t rush you,” jake whispered, his voice softer now, almost too soft for the intensity of what he was saying. “but fuck, it’s hard not to think about it.”

sunghoon’s grip on your thigh tightened again, his knuckles turning white as he sped up slightly, “do you want us to stop?” his voice was calm, but you could hear the strain underneath, the barely contained hunger as his thumb continued its slow, teasing circles on your skin.

you stared straight ahead, heart hammering in your chest, every beat loud enough to drown out the weight of the question hanging between the three of you. you could feel their eyes on you, the tension thick, suffocating. despite the panic clawing at your insides, the truth was undeniable. you didn’t want them to stop. the thought of what they were offering, what was about to come, sent a thrill through your body that you couldn’t fight anymore.

“no,” you whispered, barely able to get the word out, your voice trembling, your body betraying just how badly you needed this.

sunghoon’s reaction was immediate. his grip on the steering wheel tightened, knuckles turning white, and without a second of hesitation, he slammed his foot down on the gas. the car lurched forward, the sudden rush of speed knocking the air from your lungs, the world outside blurring as the tension inside the car thickened. your heart skipped, pulse racing out of control.

from the backseat, jake let out a low chuckle, the sound teasing, like he was savoring every second. “fuck, hoon, she already looks like she’s about to fall apart,” he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement.

sunghoon shot you a quick glance, his lips curling into that familiar smirk, the one that made your stomach twist in knots. “she can handle it,” he said, his voice thick with confidence, every word deliberate, dangerous. “she’s been fucking wanting this.”

your breath caught, the heat between your legs becoming unbearable, your body reacting to every word, every touch. the way they looked at you, like they were about to devour you, like you were something they’d been waiting for—it made the need inside you burn hotter, made you ache for what was coming.

jake’s hand slipped from your hair, fingers trailing down your neck slowly, deliberately, sending shivers across your skin as he moved lower. his touch lingered on your collarbone, teasing you, barely grazing the sensitive skin as his breath ghosted over your ear. “better buckle up,” he whispered, his voice rough, thick with anticipation. “it’s gonna be a long fucking night.”

sunghoon’s eyes flicked toward you again, dark and full of intent, that smirk still playing on his lips. “and by the end of it,” he added, his voice smooth, full of dark promise, “you won’t even know whose name to fucking scream.”

you were soaked, your body trembling with need, every nerve on fire, and the way they talked to you, the way they teased you—it was too much, but not enough all at once. you couldn’t escape it now, couldn’t deny how badly you wanted both of them to wreck you.

the car slowed as you pulled into the driveway, the engine cutting off with a low hum. the silence that followed was deafening, heavy with everything that had been left unsaid. sunghoon didn’t move at first, his hand still resting on your thigh, his grip firm but not forceful, reminding you that he was still in control, that he was waiting for you. jake leaned forward from the backseat, his breath warm against the back of your neck, his fingers sliding along your shoulders in a way that made you shiver. “we don’t have to rush,” he murmured, his voice soft but full of intent. “but once we go inside… there’s no going back.”

his words lingered in the air, heavy and final, the weight of them wrapping around you like a chain. no going back. your throat tightened as you swallowed, this wasn’t just a fantasy you could tuck away in the dark corners of your mind anymore. this was happening—real and raw—and once you crossed the line, there would be no undoing it. from behind you, jake’s fingers slid lower, tracing along the curve of your neck, the dip of your collarbone. each touch was slow, deliberate, designed to send your nerves sparking to life. “fuck, you’re shaking,” jake growled softly, his voice full of satisfaction as if your reaction was exactly what he’d been waiting for. sunghoon’s chuckle was dark, a sound full of intent. “then let’s not pretend anymore, baby,” he murmured, his tone full of promise. his hand left your thigh, reaching for the door handle, the soft click of the latch slicing through the tension. “time to go inside.” every step toward the house had your legs feeling weak, the ground beneath you uncertain. it felt like walking toward the edge of a cliff, knowing full well that the fall would wreck you completely, but wanting it anyway. needing it. your hand trembled as you reached for the door, this was it—no turning back. as the door clicked shut behind you, any lingering hesitation snapped like a thread. before you even had a chance to catch your breath, jake’s hand was on you, wrapping around your wrist and yanking you to the side with a roughness that sent a sharp jolt of adrenaline through your veins. the sudden force slammed your back against the wall, knocking the air out of your lungs. the world narrowed to just you and him—jake’s body pressed into yours, trapping you against the wall. the teasing glint that usually danced in them was gone, his hands gripped your hips, firm enough to remind you who was in control, but gentle enough to make you shiver with anticipation. he fucking knew how wet you were.

his nose twitched as he leaned in, his pupils blown wide as he inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring. “fuck, i can smell you,” he growled, voice thick and rough, each word dripping with lust. his hands slid lower, fingers digging into your hips as he sank down to his knees in front of you, his breath hot against your lower body, even through the fabric. your breath hitched, your heart pounding as you watched him kneel, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that made your knees weak. “jake—” your voice cracked, barely a whisper, but it died in your throat the second his nose pressed against the fabric of your pants, inhaling deeply like he was drowning in your scent.

“you’ve been wet this whole time, haven’t you?” his voice was low, a dark edge to it as his hands slid up your thighs, fingers toying with the waistband of your pants. “you’re fucking soaked.”

you whimpered, body betraying you with every small sound, hips pushing forward on their own as your legs trembled under his touch. “jake, please,” you begged, voice shaky, desperation leaking into every word.

his grin was wicked, almost predatory, as he pressed his nose harder against you, sending a jolt of pleasure shooting up your spine. “don’t worry,” he murmured, voice full of dark promises, “i'll take care of you.”

a low chuckle from behind snapped you out of the haze, and your eyes flicked up to see sunghoon leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold with a smirk. “couldn’t even make it past the front door, huh?” he teased.

jake didn’t even glance up, his focus still locked on you, his hands now slipping under your waistband, teasing the bare skin beneath. “couldn’t help it,” jake muttered against your skin, his breath hot, his voice thick with want. “she smells too fucking good.”

sunghoon pushes off the doorframe, his movements slow and deliberate as he steps closer, eyes never leaving yours. “don’t take too long, jake,” he says, his voice dropping into something darker, rougher. “i want my turn.” jake’s hands tighten on your hips, and he glances up at sunghoon, a playful glint in his eyes. “you really gonna let me have her to myself?” he asks, voice low and full of anticipation, his grin widening as he watches sunghoon approach.

sunghoon smirks, stepping in closer, his gaze flicking between you and jake. “for now.” he says, voice dripping with intent. the way they talk about you like you’re not even there, like you’re some prize they’re about to tear apart. it’s overwhelming, it’s infuriating, and yet, the ache between your legs only grows, making it harder to think straight. “are you two gonna talk like i’m not fucking here?” you snap, voice cutting through the tension, sharp but shaky with the need that’s been building since you stepped inside. jake’s grin only widens, his fingers tugging at your pants, pulling them down just enough to make you gasp, the cool air hitting your heated skin. “you’re here,” he murmurs, voice soft but rough with hunger, “but we know you love it.” sunghoon steps closer, his hand reaching out to cup your face, his touch firm but not harsh as he tilts your head up to meet his gaze. “we’re not ignoring you, baby,” he says, voice low and teasing. “we’re just making sure you know how this is gonna go.”

you swallow hard, heart racing as sunghoon’s thumb brushes along your jaw, his touch gentle but so possessive it makes you shiver. the way they’re both playing with you, teasing you, it’s lighting a fire in you, making every nerve in your body scream for more. jake’s hand slips fully under your pants now, his fingers grazing your skin, inching closer and closer to where you need him most. “you fucking love it, don’t you?” his voice is softer now, more intimate, the words making you burn with need. “you love us talking about you like this, treating you like this.”

sunghoon’s eyes never leave yours, his other hand slipping down to your shoulder, squeezing firmly as he leans in, his breath hot against your ear. “it’s okay,” he murmurs, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. “you can admit it.” your body is trembling, you can feel your resolve crumbling with every word they say, every touch they give. “yeah,” you whisper, barely able to get the word out. sunghoon leans in even closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “good.” he murmurs, his voice low and full of promise. jake’s fingers finally slip under your panties, finding exactly what he's been searching for, your pretty pussy. and the moan that escapes you is immediate, loud, and uncontrollable. your body arches off the wall, your hips bucking against his hand, desperate for more. you can feel sunghoon’s breath hot against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he presses closer, his hand slipping under your shirt, fingers dancing over your skin.

with a wicked grin, jake wasted no time, slipping his hands out of your pants and his grip on your waist tightening as he tugged you toward the couch. your legs stumbled beneath you, and before you could even catch your breath, he had you pinned down, his body hovering over yours, but this time there was something different in his touch—something desperate, almost hesitant, like he needed this just as much as you did, maybe more.

“here?” you gasped, your voice trembling as you realize he was clearly impatient, not caring where he wanted to take you. but really? the living room? you blinked up at him, “why?”

jake’s dark smirk faltered for just a second, his hands trembling slightly as they moved over your body, like he was still waiting for you to say no, to stop him. “because we can,” he said, but the cockiness was thin, barely covering the uncertainty in his voice. he leaned in closer, his lips brushing yours, seeking more than just a kiss, seeking confirmation, seeking your approval. “jay and jungwon aren’t here. it’s just us.”

he looked down at you, as his hands roamed over your body, his touch, once cocky, now felt more like a question. it wasn’t just about the moment anymore. it was about needing you—needing to know that you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

his lips hovered over your neck, but he hesitated, his breath shaky. “fuck, y/n, you're not stopping me, are you sure?” jake’s voice was rough, but the vulnerability underneath it was undeniable. his fingers slid beneath your shirt, but he paused, waiting, searching your face for reassurance. “i need you to tell me you want this. that you want me.”

you swallowed hard, your body betraying you with how much it craved his touch, how much you wanted to reassure him, to let him know that yes, this is exactly what you wanted. sunghoon knelt beside the couch, his hand trailing up your leg, grounding you in the moment, steady and sure, unlike jake, who was still holding back.

“this is what you’ve been waiting for, baby,” sunghoon murmured, like he already knew your answer, but jake’s eyes never left yours, still needing to hear the words. “you want both of us, don’t you?”

your breath hitched, your body trembling beneath his, the weight of everything making it impossible to deny what you wanted anymore.

“yes, i want it.” you whispered, your voice barely steady, but loud enough for jake to hear. his breath caught, and you watched as something in him shifted, like the reassurance he needed finally snapped into place.

jake let out a shaky breath, his hands moving with more confidence now, but still gentle, still seeking. “you don’t know how much i need to hear that,” he muttered, his voice raw and filled with relief. “i… i just need to know you want this too. that you want me.” his hands slid down to your hips. jake’s eyes locked onto your lips like he’d been starving for them, like he’d been imagining this exact moment for far too long. his breath came in shallow, ragged pulls as he leaned in, just close enough for his mouth to hover over yours, the heat of his body rolling off him, teasing your skin. his pupils were blown wide with hunger, and you could see it in his expression—the desperate need, the craving for something that had been tormenting him for weeks, maybe longer.

he licked his lips, his eyes never leaving yours, like he was mentally preparing himself for a moment he’d fantasized about too many times. he wanted this—no, he needed this—and it was written all over his face.

he leaned in just a little closer, so close that your breaths mingled, but then he hesitated. his eyes flicked to sunghoon, tension tightening in the air. even with his overwhelming desire, jake was still waiting for approval, for a signal that he wasn’t stepping over any unspoken line. “hoon, can i?” jake’s voice was low, rough, thick with barely restrained need. sunghoon stood beside the couch, arms crossed, his face trying to maintain that confident, cocky smirk, but he was crumbling. seeing his fantasies play out in front of him was undoing him in ways he hadn’t expected. his hand brushed over your hair, and though it was meant to be possessive, there was a tremble in his fingers.

“go ahead,” sunghoon said, his voice rougher than he wanted it to be, losing some of that calm facade. “she’s yours too.” jake’s smirk twitched, but there was something more vulnerable behind it now as he leaned in, his lips hovering over yours for just a second longer, like he was still wrapping his mind around the fact that this was finally happening. when his lips touched yours, it was soft at first, tentative, like he was afraid to break the moment.

but that hesitation vanished in an instant. the kiss deepened, electric, sending a shockwave of pleasure through your entire body. pulling you closer like he couldn’t get enough of you. his tongue teased your bottom lip, and the way he kissed you was almost frantic. sunghoon’s hand trailed down your arm, but there was no smug satisfaction in his eyes now—just something desperate, like the sight of jake with you was enough to get him going. “don’t hold back,” he murmured, his voice shaking slightly, the earlier dominance fading into something raw, something that exposed just how much he wanted this too. “we’re just getting started.” you kissed jake back, hard, the weight of sunghoon’s gaze on you making it feel like your body was on fire. jake’s tongue slid against yours, rough, hungry, his weight pressing down on you, pinning you beneath him like he was afraid you might vanish if he didn’t keep you there. his hips ground into yours that had you whimpering into his mouth. jake groaned into the kiss, he was grinding into you like it was the only thing that could ease the ache inside him, and fuck, the desperation in his touch made your head spin. you could feel how much he needed this, how much he needed you, and it only made you want him more. but then, through the haze of heat and need, you felt it again—the weight of sunghoon’s stare. he’d taken a seat on the couch directly across from you, he was trying to maintain his composure, but you could see the cracks forming in his mask. this wasn’t just control anymore—this was desperation, the kind of longing that had been festering inside him for too long. suddenly feeling self-conscious under the heat of his gaze, jake’s body was still pressing into yours, his mouth on your neck now, but sunghoon’s eyes—fuck, they were breaking you. it was one thing to be with jake, but to have sunghoon watch you like this, like he was losing control of himself, it was something else entirely.

before you could say anything, sunghoon’s voice cut through the thick tension, low and rough. “don’t look at me,” he commanded, but there was a tremor in his voice, a hint of something breaking. “weren’t you thinking about jake when i was asleep?” your breath hitched, guilt and heat flooding you at once. and the way he said it, like he was exposing a secret you hadn’t even admitted to yourself, made it worse. you opened your mouth to respond, but jake’s lips found your collarbone, his breath hot against your skin, and your thoughts scattered. “sunghoon—” you started, voice shaky, but he cut you off, his eyes narrowing. “don’t pretend now,” he muttered, leaning back into the couch, his fingers digging into the fabric like he was barely holding himself together. “you’ve been wanting this. both of us. so don’t fucking pretend you haven’t.” there was a crack in his voice, the desperation that had been building inside him was spilling out. this wasn’t just about dominance anymore—this was about his need, his raw, aching need for you, for this moment. he loved this. you could see it in the way his chest rose and fell faster, the way his eyes darkened with every second. “hoonie…” you whispered, your voice barely audible as jake continued to kiss down your body. he didn’t say anything for a moment, just watched you, his control unraveling. finally, his voice came out low and strained. “don’t stop,” he growled, but there was a roughness to it now, a crack in his confidence. “don’t fucking stop.”

sunghoon leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, that predatory gleam in his eyes only getting darker as he watched. his lips curled into a smirk, voice low and taunting. “don’t be shy now, baby,” he murmured, the control in his tone slipping just slightly, like he was barely holding on. “you’re the one who wanted this. so let him take you.” "y/n," jake groaned, his voice strained and desperate. his hands hovered just above the waistband of your pants, shaking slightly as his ears twitched, tail flicking behind him in that nervous, excited way, betraying just how on edge he was. “can i… can i eat your pussy?” the words were barely above a whisper, raw and worshipful, like the very idea of it was driving him wild. you saw the way his eyes locked on you, the need, the hunger, but there was something else there too—a softness, a reverence. your legs parted on instinct, your hips lifting slightly as your fingers reached out, trembling, to touch his wrist. he whimpered, a sound so soft and desperate that it sent a jolt of electricity straight through your core. the second your hand brushed his wrist, giving him permission, jake moved fast, his hands diving to your pants and tugging them down with a quick, eager motion. his breathing hitched as his eyes locked onto you, the wetness between your thighs making his tail flick even faster, his ears twitching with excitement. “y/n,” he breathed, his voice hoarse and full of awe. “you’re so fucking wet.” his fingers slid up your thighs, spreading them wider.

the heat between your legs almost unbearable as jake knelt there, his eyes dark and focused, his mouth practically watering. his tongue darted out to wet his lips, and the anticipation was driving you insane, your body aching for his touch, for the release you’d been craving since the car. sunghoon chuckled low, his voice a mix of amusement and something more raw, more desperate. “she’s been wet since the car ride,” he said, but there was a tension in his voice now, like watching jake, seeing him take his time with you, was starting to break his facade of control. “she wants this, jake. give it to her.” jake whimpered again, a soft, desperate sound as he glanced up at you, his hands gripping your thighs tighter. “please,” he whispered, eyes pleading. “i wanna make you feel good… i’ve been dreaming about this…and now, i get to taste you.” your breath caught in your throat, and before you could respond, jake’s mouth was on you, his tongue sliding between your folds, hot and wet and desperate. the second his tongue hit your clit, he let out a low groan, the vibration of it sending shockwaves through your body. he wasn’t holding back anymore, devouring you like he’d been starving for it, every flick and circle of his tongue designed to pull more sounds from your lips. your head fell back against the couch, hips bucking up into his mouth as his tongue worked you over, each stroke deliberate but full of need, like he couldn’t get enough. “fuck,” you whimpered, your hands gripping the cushions beside you, your body trembling under the intensity of his touch, of the way he was worshipping you, like you were the only thing that mattered. jake’s ears twitched, tail swaying frantically behind him as he moaned into you, holding you in place as he buried his face deeper between your legs. his tongue flicked over your clit, circling it, teasing it, and every time you moaned, every time you whimpered, he whimpered too, as if your pleasure was his own. “so fucking perfect,” he mumbled between licks, his voice rough with need. “taste so fucking good… i could do this forever…”

the praise, the way he was absolutely wrecked by just the act of pleasuring you, made your body shudder, the pleasure building faster than you could handle. “jake—fuck,” you whimpered, your hips grinding against his mouth, chasing the friction, the heat, the release. he groaned again, tongue working faster, more desperate, the sounds he made vibrating through your core as you teetered closer to the edge. sunghoon was still watching, his eyes darker now, the hunger in his gaze almost painful to witness. his fingers gripped the couch beside him, knuckles white as he tried to maintain some semblance of control, but his facade was slipping fast. “don’t hold back,” sunghoon growled, his voice rougher now, tinged with desperation. “let him hear how much you love it.” “please,” he begged, his voice muffled against your core. “i need to hear you…” your mind was spinning, your body trembling, and as he flicked his tongue over your clit again, your back arched off the couch, a strangled moan escaping your lips. “yes—fuck, you’re doing so good jake,” you whimpered, your body responding to every stroke of his tongue, every worshipful touch. “don’t stop…” jake’s ears twitched again, a soft whimper escaping him, “i love you like this,” he groaned.

your breath hitched, and sunghoon’s hand suddenly gripped your throat lightly, his fingers digging in hard as he leaned closer, his eyes blazing with raw need. “you hear that, baby?” he growled, his voice rough and breaking. “he’s fucking losing it over you. we both are.” the intensity of their attention, the way sunghoon’s control was slipping—your body trembled, the pleasure building, twisting tighter and tighter until you couldn’t hold it back anymore. your hips bucked against jake’s mouth, your hands tangling in his hair, and you moaned loudly. "yeah?” he babbled, voice muffled by the heat of you, almost like he was losing himself in the moment. “fuck… i’ve been thinking about this… for so long. listening to you and sunghoon fuck every night… couldn’t stop thinking about it. about how you’d sound when i finally got to taste you.” his words were filthy, spilling out of him like a confession, but it was the way he asked for more, the way he sought your approval with every flick of his tongue, that had your head spinning. his need for you, his desperation to make you feel good, to hear you say he was doing it right—it was written all over him, in the way his hands gripped you, in the way his ears twitched and his tail flicked behind him. your breath hitched as you bit down on your lip, trying to keep some semblance of control even though his mouth was driving you insane. “jake… keep going, just like that,” you whispered, your fingers tightening in his hair, pulling him closer. he groaned, the sound vibrating through your core as his tongue flattened against your clit, licking long and slow, savoring every second, like he didn’t want to rush it. “you have no idea how hard it was,” he panted, pulling back just for a moment, his breath coming in ragged gasps, “listening to you scream for him every night… knowing i wanted to be the one making you feel like that. fuck, i wanted it so bad.” his words sent a shock of heat straight through you, the dirty confession only fueling the fire burning inside you. jake’s voice was trembling, and even though he was talking dirty, every word was tinged with vulnerability, like he needed you to understand how much this moment meant to him, how long he’d been waiting, fantasizing about it.

he whimpered again, diving back between your legs, his tongue moving faster now, licking you like he was desperate to prove himself, like he needed you to fall apart under him. “does it feel good? am i making you feel good?” he mumbled, the words a little slurred as his tongue worked you relentlessly. his hands gripped your thighs tighter, holding you in place, body shuddering with every soft moan that fell from your lips. your head fell back, overwhelmed by the intensity of it, the way his mouth never stopped, his tongue circling and teasing in just the right way. “yes, jake, fuck, you’re doing so good,” you gasped, your voice shaking with the pleasure building inside you. “don’t stop…” jake moaned loudly at your praise, his tail wagging frantically behind him, like he couldn’t control it. “fuck, i’ll never stop,” he whimpered, his voice cracking with desperation. “you taste so fucking good… better than i ever imagined. i could do this forever…” he was practically babbling now, his voice barely steady as he continued to worship you with his mouth, every flick of his tongue matched by the needy whimpers coming from him. the more you praised him, the harder he worked, like he couldn’t get enough of your approval, like it was the only thing keeping him grounded in the moment. “you’re perfect,” he groaned, his voice muffled as his lips brushed against your clit again. “so fucking perfect. i want you to scream for me, like you do for him… please, let me make you scream.” your fingers tightened in his hair, your body trembling as the pleasure built faster, more intense with every stroke of his tongue. “jake… fuck, you’re gonna make me come again,” you whimpered, barely able to hold yourself together under the onslaught of his tongue.

he moaned into you, his hips grinding helplessly into the floor beneath him, his entire body shaking with need. “please,” he begged, his voice raw and wrecked. “please come for me. i need to hear you…” the desperation in his voice, the way he was almost begging for your release, sent you over the edge. your hips bucked into his mouth, your moans spilling out uncontrollably as the pleasure ripped through you, your body shaking beneath him. jake groaned loudly, his tongue working you through it, licking and sucking like he was drinking in every drop of your pleasure, his body shuddering with each sound you made. “fuck, yes,” he whimpered, his tail wagging furiously as he moaned into your core. “that’s it… you’re so fucking perfect…” your body collapsed back against the couch, trembling, and jake finally pulled back, his lips swollen, his face flushed, panting as he stared up at you like he couldn’t believe what had just happened. his eyes were wide, filled with awe and desperation, his ears twitching as he waited for you to say something, anything. sunghoon’s low chuckle broke the moment, his voice thick with amusement but tinged with something darker. “look at him, baby,” he said, his voice rough with arousal. “he’s fucking wrecked for you… like he’s been waiting for this his whole life.” jake whimpered softly, his eyes darting to sunghoon for just a second before locking back onto you, his breath still coming in quick gasps. “i have,” he whispered, his voice soft but desperate. “fuck, i have.” jake wiped his mouth with the back of his forearm, still kneeling above you, panting heavily as he stared down at you, completely fucked-out and flushed, dripping onto the couch beneath you. his chest heaved with every breath, the sight of you wrecked like this sending a shiver through him. this couch, this spot—it was his favorite now, without a doubt. this would be the place he'd remember every time he thought of you, right here, beneath him.

his eyes were glazed, half-lidded with lust, but even with how overwhelmed he was, he wasn’t done. he growled low in his throat as he rubbed the head of his cock between your folds, teasing you, watching your body twitch and respond to every little touch. your expression—fucked-out and desperate—was driving him wild, making it impossible for him to think clearly. “fuck… can i?” jake’s voice was shaky, filled with that mix of submissiveness and need, but he paused, biting his lip as his hips continued to rock against you. he wanted to ask, to make sure you wanted it too, but the control, the need to make you his, overrode his thoughts. his eyes flicked down to your chest, and he let out a groan, changing his mind. “no… wait. i wanna fuck your tits first. fuck, i need that.” without waiting for an answer, jake moved down, positioning himself between your breasts. his hands gripped them tightly, squeezing them together as he groaned, sliding his cock between them. The head of his cock brushed your chin, teasing your lips, and you couldn’t resist—your tongue darted out, chasing the tip, wanting more.

the second your tongue grazed the tip of his cock, jake lost it. a strangled, desperate moan tore from his throat, and without thinking, he thrust forward, shoving himself into your mouth. his cock slid past your lips, and he groaned loudly, the sensation overwhelming him as your tongue swirled around him. “fuck—y/n,” he whimpered, his voice trembling as his hands flew to your hair, gripping it tight. his hips bucked, unable to control himself, as he pushed deeper into your mouth, the heat and wetness making his head spin. “you want me so bad, don't you? fuck, chasing my cock like that?”

sunghoon’s gaze never left the two of you, his face contorted in euphoria as he watched jake lose control. his hand was wrapped around his own cock, stroking slowly, his eyes dark and focused on the way you swallowed jake, your eyes already watering from how deep he was pushing. “you're so pretty,” sunghoon muttered, voice rough with arousal. jake groaned again, his hips stuttering as he tried to hold himself back, but the sight of you—tears streaming down your cheeks, lips stretched around his cock—was too much. his tail flicked behind him wildly, his ears twitching as he whimpered, his voice breaking. “fuck, i’m sorry, i can’t—let me fuck your mouth please,” he babbled, pushing deeper, chasing the feeling of your throat tightening around him. your tongue swirled around the tip of his cock as he slid in and out of your mouth, your eyes watering as you tried to keep up with his erratic thrusts. every sound he made, every broken moan, only spurred you on, your hands reaching up to grab his thighs, pulling him closer, taking him deeper. “fuck… look at her,” sunghoon growled, his voice deepening as his hand moved faster on his cock, watching every movement with intensity. “look how good she looks with your cock in her mouth. she’s fucking perfect, jake.” jake moaned loudly, his head falling back as his hips jerked forward, thrusting into your mouth with more desperation. “yes, yes,” he whimpered, his body trembling as he fucked your mouth, tears streaming down your cheeks as you took him deeper. “fuck, you’re so good… so fucking good.” your throat tightened around him, and he let out a strangled cry, his hands tightening in your hair as he tried to hold back, but the pleasure was too much. his hips bucked forward, his cock hitting the back of your throat, and he whimpered, completely undone by you. “i’m close—fuck, i’m gonna come in her mouth, hoon,” jake gasped, his voice shaky, his entire body trembling as he teetered on the edge. sunghoon’s hand moved faster on his cock, his eyes dark with lust as he watched jake fall apart above you. “come for her, jake,” sunghoon commanded, his voice low and rough. “give it to her. let her fucking swallow it.” jake whimpered one last time before his hips stilled, his cock twitching in your mouth as he came, the hot release spilling down your throat. your eyes watered as you swallowed him down, his name slipping from your lips in muffled gasps as he moaned, his body shuddering with every wave of pleasure. “fuck, fuck, fuck,” jake whimpered, his hands still tangled in your hair as his body shook, completely wrecked. his breath came in ragged gasps, his cock still pulsing in your mouth.

but before you could swallow, jake’s lips were on yours, crashing into you with a desperate, frantic kiss, his tongue immediately slipping into your mouth, tasting himself on you.

the groan that escaped you was involuntary, a guttural sound from deep in your chest as jake moaned into your mouth, his tongue swirling around yours, swallowing every trace of himself from your lips. “holy shit, jake,” you mumbled between breaths, his mouth still pressing into yours, every sound muffled as he moaned against you, completely undone.

“fuck,” he whimpered, his body shivering against yours as he pulled back just enough to catch his breath, lips still brushing yours. “tasting myself on you… fuck, that was—” he couldn’t finish his sentence, another broken moan escaping him as his hands tightened in your hair, his lips hungrily claiming yours again, desperate to keep feeling you.

sunghoon’s voice rumbled from where he watched, his hand stroking his cock slowly, eyes dark with euphoria. “look at you, jake,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. “can’t even hold yourself together, can you? fuck, i love seeing her wreck you like this.”

jake whimpered softly into your mouth, still tasting himself on your tongue, his hands trembling as he held you close, like he couldn’t bear to pull away. he was still kneeling on the couch, staring down at you, completely fucked-out and trembling, your body dripping, the couch beneath you soaked. his eyes were glazed, half-lidded with lust, but even in the haze of it all, he wasn’t done. a low growl rumbled from his throat as he rubbed the head of his cock between your folds, teasing you, watching the way your body responded to every slick slide. you blinked up at him, wide-eyed, trying to prop yourself up on your elbows, but your body felt too heavy, too sensitive. jake chuckled softly, almost shyly, biting his lip as he continued to rub the tip of his cock against your entrance, barely pushing in, watching you squirm. “can’t help it,” he muttered, his voice low and breathless, his eyes locked on your flushed face as you groaned, your hips lifting instinctively toward him. you looked down, then back up at him, disbelief clear in your expression as you noticed he was still hard, throbbing and leaking despite everything. “what the hell, jake,” you whimpered, your voice shaky, overwhelmed by the teasing, the way his cock brushed against your clit every time he rocked forward. “you’re still so hard…” his ears twitched, and he let out a soft groan, biting his lip harder as he gazed at you. “i know,” he whimpered, his voice trembling with need. “i… want more. 'm sorry,” his hips rocked forward, pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance again, but never pushing inside. the slow, torturous rhythm made your body shake, desperate for more. “yeah?” you whimpered, your voice breaking, your fingers digging into the couch as you tried to push yourself closer to him, your body aching for more. “fuck me, jake.”

he moaned at your words, his hips faltering for a second, but still, he didn’t give in. instead, he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath warm against your skin. “tell me how much you need it,” he whispered, his voice low, needy. “beg for it. tell me you need me.” and as he spoke, his fingers slid down, rubbing slow circles over your clit, making your breath hitch and your body arch beneath him. “i need you,” you gasped, your body trembling, your hips moving in time with the gentle pressure of his fingers. “please, jake, i need you so bad… please.” he whimpered, his eyes squeezing shut as he struggled to hold himself together, his cock twitching against you. “fuck,” he groaned, voice shaky as he lined himself up again, teasing you with the head of his cock, his fingers still rubbing your clit. “okay… i’ll give you everything.” but before he could push in, sunghoon stepped forward, his cock already in his hand, stroking it slowly as he stood over you. his eyes were dark, full of heat as he watched the way you begged for jake. “keep looking at me, baby,” sunghoon commanded, his voice low and rough, dripping with desire. “i want your eyes on me while he fucks you.” jake let out a shaky breath as he finally pushed inside, slow and deliberate, your walls clenching around him as he filled you. his moans mixed with yours, the heat of the moment overwhelming. but sunghoon’s presence loomed above you, his cock inches from your face, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. “mmh, she feels so good,” jake whimpered, his hips rocking against yours, his hands gripping your waist, holding you steady as he fucked you, slow at first, then picking up pace, chasing his release. but your attention was torn as sunghoon leaned down, his cock brushing your lips. “open up,” he growled softly, his voice thick with arousal. “i want to feel that mouth around me.” your lips parted, and the second your tongue touched the tip of sunghoon’s cock, he groaned, pushing himself into your mouth, his hand tangling in your hair.

“you look so fucking good like this,” sunghoon groaned, his grip tightening in your hair, guiding your movements as you took him deeper into your mouth. his voice was rough, thick with lust, every word dripping with admiration. “shit, baby, i love seeing you like this… perfect, just fucking perfect.”

you tried to focus, tried to keep up with the overwhelming sensations, but jake was pounding into you from behind while your forced to lay on your stomach, his hips snapping against yours with a desperation that made your head spin. each thrust hit deeper, filling you to the point where it was hard to think, hard to breathe, but you couldn’t stop the way your body craved him, the way your walls clenched around him with every hard stroke.

“shit, hoon,” jake groaned, his voice shaky, barely keeping himself together. his fingers dug into your hips as he pulled you back onto him harder, his cock driving deeper, threatening to break you. “please—i need… fuck, i need to make her scream. take your dick out of her mouth for a damn second, i need to hear her.”

sunghoon let out a low chuckle, his hand slowly releasing its grip on your hair as he pulled out, his cock glistening with your spit. “alright,” he muttered, voice rough with amusement, but there was a dark gleam in his eyes, watching jake lose himself in you. he stepped back, letting jake take over completely.

the second sunghoon stepped back, jake's twists your body to face him, hands flew to your face, gripping both sides, forcing you to look at him. his eyes were wild, filled with raw hunger as he thrust into you harder, deeper, each stroke knocking the air out of you. his cock slammed into your cervix with each brutal movement, making you gasp, a guttural moan spilling from your lips every time he bottomed out. your eyes met his, and before you could catch your breath, he was kissing you again—hard, possessive, growling into your mouth as he devoured you. “is this everything you imagined?” jake growled, his voice low and ragged, each word sending a shiver through your body. “having me fuck you like this? shit, i’ve been dreaming about this—fucking you like i own you.” “jake—fuck, slow down—” you tried to speak, but another moan ripped through you as he lifted your thigh, pulling your leg up to his chest, twisting your body so he could thrust even deeper. the new angle had you scrambling to hold onto something, anything, as the pleasure threatened to tear you apart.

“yeah?” he groaned, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched you struggle. “trying to run from me? not a fucking chance.” his hands gripped your hips harder, pulling you back onto his cock as he shuffled you forward, pressing your chest down against the couch, forcing you to take him deeper. the pressure against your cervix made your whole body tense, your fingers clawing at the cushions as you tried to brace yourself.

jake groaned, his hips slamming against your ass as he rutted into you like a dog in heat, his breath coming in ragged pants. “fuck, you take me so good,” he whimpered, his hands tightening on your waist, pulling you closer as he drove himself deeper into your soaked pussy. “what’s it gonna be like when i’m actually in heat? fuck, i’m gonna wreck you and fill you with my pups.”

you were trembling, moaning incoherently as he pounded into you harder, faster, his hips slamming against you with every brutal thrust. “stop—fuck, jake—i can’t, i’m—” your words cut off as the pleasure hit you hard, your body shaking as your orgasm ripped through you, squirting all around him, soaking the sofa cushions.

jake moaned loudly, his grip tightening as he felt you come undone around him. “fuck, you’re soaking me… shit,” he groaned, but he didn’t slow down, didn’t stop. he took the moment to shift, lifting your trembling body with ease, forcing you onto your knees as he positioned himself behind you, fucking you like an animal, his body collapsing against yours as he rutted into you.

the couch rocked beneath you both, jake’s powerful thrusts inching it across the floor as he fucked into you with reckless abandon. his body was strong, relentless, moving with a force that had you gasping for breath, your hands gripping the cushions as you tried to hold on. every time he buried himself deep inside you, your breath hitched, each thrust harder and deeper, making your vision blur. his hips snapped forward harder, deeper, and you felt every inch of him pounding into you, dragging you closer to the edge with each brutal stroke. his breath came out in desperate gasps, his voice strained as he chased his high. “tell me,” he groaned, his lips brushing against yours, his hips moving frantically, “tell me how good i feel inside you. fuck, tell me.” his voice was rough, pleading, like he needed the words to push him over the edge. his hands gripped your hips tighter, his thrusts growing more erratic, more desperate. you gasped, barely able to speak through the overwhelming pleasure, your body trembling beneath him as you choked out, “your cock feels so fucking good, jake… so fucking deep.” jake moaned, his head tipping back as his hips snapped forward harder, deeper, his cock filling you completely, stretching you in ways that made you whimper. “oh fuck,” he panted, his pace frantic as he lost control, his body shaking as he fucked you harder. “gonna pump you full again.”

the pressure was too much, your pussy stretched wide around him as he fucked into you with a raw, primal intensity. his chest pressed against your back, keeping you pinned beneath him as he buried himself inside you. “shit, do you hear how wet you are?” jake whimpered, his voice shaky as his cock hit spots inside you that had your vision blurring. “can't wait to have my cum dripping out of your pussy, shit.” his hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you back against him as his thrusts became more frantic, more desperate. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he fucked you harder, faster, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. your body rocked beneath him, completely at his mercy, forced to take every inch of him as he fucked you into oblivion. your walls clenching around him, gripping him tight as he fucked you harder, his hips slamming into yours with a force that left you breathless. “fuck,” you gasped, your body trembling beneath him as his cock stretched you wide, the pressure overwhelming as he drove into you deeper and deeper. “you feel so good around me, i don’t ever wanna pull out,” jake whimpered, his voice breaking as his head fell against your shoulder, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “i can’t… i’m gonna come. fuck, i’m gonna come.” the words barely left his lips before his hips stuttered, his body shaking as he thrust deep inside you, his cock twitching as he came with a broken moan. you felt the warmth of his release flooding you, filling you completely as he collapsed on top of you, his breath hot against your skin. but he didn’t stop. his cock was still hard, still throbbing inside you, his body trembling as he gasped for breath, his fingers digging into your hips. “please—” he whimpered, his voice wrecked as his release dragged on, longer and more intense than he’d expected. “i can’t stop… fuck, i can’t stop cumming.”

as you panted, struggling to catch your breath, you felt sunghoon’s presence looming closer. his footsteps were slow, deliberate, each step radiating the kind of control that made your pulse spike. he knelt in front of you, his eyes dark and glinting with hunger as they roamed over your trembling form. jake was still buried deep inside you, his body twitching from the aftershocks, but your attention was already shifting to sunghoon—the way his cock was hard, leaking, as he took in the sight of you.

“fuck… look at you,” sunghoon muttered, his voice dripping with a mixture of awe and possession. he stroked himself slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. “both of you, completely fucking wrecked. exactly how I wanted you.”

he knelt further, his hand finding your chin, fingers warm and firm as he tilted your face up to meet his gaze. his eyes softened, but only for a brief second—just enough to make your chest ache—but the possessiveness remained, locked deep within them. his lips curled into a small, knowing smirk, like he’d orchestrated everything perfectly. and without a word, he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours, the kiss slow and commanding.

this wasn’t like jake’s earlier desperation—no, this was sunghoon’s way of reminding you who was in control, that even after all the chaos, the intensity, this moment was still his. he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that felt like he was staking his claim, his other hand gripping your thigh just hard enough to make you gasp.

“you think jake’s done with you?” sunghoon murmured against your lips, his voice low, dangerous, filled with promise. “we’re not fucking done, baby. not even close.”

without warning, sunghoon guided jake’s face toward yours, and before you could even process it, jake’s lips were on yours again—this time softer, trembling, like he was still overwhelmed by the weight of everything that had just unfolded. but before you could fully sink into the kiss, sunghoon followed, pressing his mouth against both of you at once. the kiss was messy, desperate—a chaotic tangle of tongues and gasps, the heat between the three of you sparking like wildfire.

when sunghoon finally leaned back, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his smirk deepening, his eyes gleaming with something darker than amusement. “you liked that, didn’t you?” he teased, his voice low, smooth but charged with intent. it was like he always knew this was how things would end up, the smugness in his tone unmistakable.

jake shook his head, his expression shifting from shock to something more raw, more exposed. his cocky grin remained, but his eyes held a flicker of vulnerability—like he wasn’t quite sure how to handle everything that just happened. “yeah… fuck, i just… wasn’t expecting that,” he admitted, raking a hand through his damp hair, the movement slow as if he was still trying to catch his breath. the air around him felt charged, thick with the aftermath of the moment, and the tension still buzzing beneath his skin.

sunghoon’s smirk never faltered as his hand slid possessively over your body, fingers tracing your skin like a reminder of who was really in control. “well, you didn’t exactly pull away, did you?” he shot back, his voice edged with mischief, daring jake to acknowledge what they both already knew. his eyes flicked between you and jake, the satisfaction in them unmistakable.

jake let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “nah,” he said, voice dropping, filled with something heavier as he glanced down at you, still connected, still buried deep inside. you felt his cock twitch, a subtle reminder of how intense everything had been. “kinda liked it.”

sunghoon chuckled darkly, leaning in closer, his hand sliding down to grip jake’s shoulder firmly, almost like a gesture of approval—or a challenge. “and we’re not done yet, are we?” sunghoon’s voice was smooth, but the promise in it was sharp, daring, like he was ready to push things even further. the air between them was charged, the electricity so palpable you could feel it on your skin.

the tension in the room thickened at sunghoon’s words, your body still trembling, sensitive to every small movement as jake remained inside you. jake’s eyes met yours again, the heat in them undeniable, but there was a darker edge to his expression now, something more primal. “no,” jake whispered, his voice husky, thick with need. “we’re just getting started.”

without another word, jake groaned low in his throat, his hands gripping your waist tight as he flipped himself onto his back in one smooth motion. the sudden shift made you gasp, your body trembling as his cock stayed deep inside you, stretching you out in ways that made your head spin. the new position only amplified the intensity, the heat between you both growing unbearable as he kept you pressed against him, his hands roaming your skin with renewed urgency.

sunghoon’s breath hitched, and you could feel the shift in the air—his attention zeroing in on where your bodies were still joined, his gaze dark and unrelenting. the pressure of his fingers on your clit intensified, the circles growing firmer, more intentional. pleasure shot through you like a live wire, a choked whimper escaping your lips as his other hand slid up your thigh, his grip possessive, grounding you against the onslaught of sensation.

“fuck,” sunghoon growled, voice thick with desire as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “look at you, falling apart for him. but it’s not enough, is it?” his breath was hot against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. “i wanna feel it too. i wanna feel you lose it, baby. i want you to fucking drown him.”

your body arched at sunghoon’s touch, every nerve on fire as jake’s cock throbbed deep inside you, each slow thrust pushing you closer to the edge. your mind was spinning, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. sunghoon’s fingers teased your clit, circling just right, while his breath was hot against your neck. you were trembling, the pleasure almost unbearable as both of them worked you closer and closer to breaking.

“you like this, don’t you?” sunghoon whispered, his voice dripping with control, filled with lust. “you’re gonna come again, aren’t you, baby?”

you opened your mouth to respond, but all that came out was a breathless whimper. your body was shaking, your mind scrambled from the overwhelming sensations—jake’s slow, deliberate thrusts had you gasping for air, each one making your body twitch and clench around him. sunghoon’s fingers, still working your clit, drew out every ounce of pleasure, sending shocks of heat through you.

“i—i can’t… fuck, i— i can't do any more,” you stammered, your voice barely coherent, cracking as your body trembled. you were so close, so desperate, the tension inside you winding tighter, ready to snap.

and then sunghoon leaned down, his mouth hot against your skin, and without warning, he sucked hard on your clit.

your entire body jerked, a sharp cry escaping your lips as the pleasure hit you like a tidal wave. the sensation was immediate, overwhelming, and you couldn’t stop the way your body clenched hard around jake’s cock. jake groaned beneath you, his hips still moving, thrusting deep inside you as your pussy tightened around him, squeezing him with every wave of pleasure.

“oh god,” jake gasped, his voice wrecked, barely holding himself together as your body milked him. “y/n, you’re gonna make me lose it.”

sunghoon moaned against you, his lips vibrating as he sucked your clit harder, his tongue swirling in a teasing, torturous rhythm. his fingers dug into your thighs, keeping you pinned in place while jake’s cock thrust deeper, hitting spots that made your vision blur.

“fuck, sunghoon…” you whimpered, voice cracking, barely able to speak. the combination of his mouth on you, jake’s cock stretching you out so perfectly—it was too much. your body was trembling uncontrollably, on the verge of falling apart. “i’m gonna—fuck, i’m gonna come.”

“yeah? give it to me,” sunghoon growled, his voice low and commanding, his mouth sucking harder, his tongue flicking faster. “go on, baby… let it go. cover him in your cum, i wanna see you soak him.”

that was all it took. the words sent you over the edge, and your entire body seized as the orgasm ripped through you. a scream tore from your throat as the pleasure crashed down on you, so intense you thought you might shatter. your walls clenched tight around jake, squeezing him with such force that he groaned loudly, his body trembling beneath you.

“fuck, fuck—y/n,” jake gasped, his hips faltering as he kept thrusting, slower now, his breath shaky as you came hard around him. he was struggling to hold back, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he fought to keep control. “i need more… i need you.”

your body was shaking uncontrollably, wave after wave of pleasure hitting you, leaving you breathless, completely wrecked. sunghoon finally pulled back, his lips wet and glistening as he looked up at you, a satisfied smirk on his face. “that’s it, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with pride. “let me in.”

but he wasn’t done. sunghoon’s hands gripped your waist, and he pulled you down lower, your body trembling as you felt his weight shift. jake was still deep inside you, his cock twitching from the aftermath of his own release, but now sunghoon was positioning his cock to enter you too. the realization hit you, and your breath caught in your throat.

was he really going to—

your eyes widened as you felt sunghoon’s cock press against your entrance, still stretched around jake. the thought of both of them inside you at once sent a surge of heat through your body, making your head spin with disbelief and need.

“hoon, you’re not serious— i haven't tried two before,” you stammered, your voice shaking, overwhelmed. your body was already wrecked, your mind reeling, but the idea of being filled by both of them at once—you weren't sure if you could handle it.

sunghoon leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear, his voice low and rough. “can i?” he whispered, his hands gripping your waist tighter, his cock pressing against you, teasing. “you can take both of our cocks, can't you? i know you can.”

jake let out a soft groan from beneath you, his eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and lust, watching the two of you. “but she’s so tight already,” jake muttered, his voice wrecked.

your heart raced, your body trembling as you nodded, barely able to speak. “y-yes,” you whispered, your voice cracking from how wrecked you felt. “yes, i want it.”

sunghoon growled low in his throat, his mouth latching onto your nipple, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin as he began to push inside. inch by inch, his cock stretched you further, filling you beyond what you thought you could handle. the pressure was overwhelming, your body trembling as you tried to adjust, your moans turning into desperate, breathless gasps.

"wait—fuck," you whimpered, voice cracking with every word, overwhelmed by how full you felt. both of them inside you, their cocks stretching you to your limit—it was too much, too intense. “hoon… jake… oh shit…”

sunghoon’s thrusts started slow, deliberate, like he was testing how deep he could go. jake stayed still beneath you, his cock twitching with every movement sunghoon made, his hands gripping your hips, holding you steady. you were caught between them, completely at their mercy, and the fire in your body kept growing, the heat between your legs almost unbearable.

“shit, you’re so fucking tight,” jake groaned, fingers brushing your lips before slipping into your mouth. “fuck… you love this, don’t you? taking both of us like this…”

you moaned around his fingers, sucking instinctively, your body trembling from the pleasure. “yes, i love it. don’t stop… please, keep fucking me…” you begged, the words muffled as your body shook with every deep, slow thrust.

sunghoon’s cock stretched you further each time he thrust deeper, his breath hot against your skin as he growled in your ear, voice thick with hunger. “you feel so fucking good like this,” he whispered, possessive and raw. “taking both of us… fuck, i knew you could handle it.”

the pleasure was overwhelming, your body barely able to keep up with the intensity. every time they moved, the sensation of being stretched and filled pushed you closer to your limit. jake’s fingers pressed deeper into your mouth, silencing the moans spilling out of you as your body trembled uncontrollably, barely holding on.

“fuck, y/n,” jake whimpered, his voice breaking as he thrust up into you, his cock twitching inside you. “i’m gonna come… fuck, i can’t hold it…”

sunghoon’s grip on your waist tightened as his pace quickened, thrusts becoming faster, rougher. “come for us,” he growled, voice full of command, pulling you down harder onto him. “i want you to come all over both of us.”

your body was trembling, the sensation of both of them inside you too much to handle. you were on the edge again, barely able to breathe as the pressure kept building, each thrust sending you closer to that breaking point. your legs trembled, heart racing, and the wetness between your thighs made every movement slicker, more intense.

“i can feel every inch of your pussy, baby,” sunghoon groaned, his voice full of raw lust as he fucked you harder, deeper. “you'll let us fuck your ass too someday? hmm?”

jake’s moans grew louder, his body shaking beneath you as he started losing control. “shit, will she really? oh my god—”

your body shattered as the orgasm ripped through you, your walls clenching around them both, forcing a scream from your lips. you could feel the wetness spilling between your legs, soaking them as you came, your body shaking uncontrollably. the pleasure was too much, overwhelming, and you collapsed against jake, unable to hold yourself up.

“fuck, baby, you’re squirting again,” sunghoon growled, his voice thick with lust as he watched you fall apart, your release coating both of their cocks. he grabbed your face, pulling you into a rough, possessive kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth, tasting the desperation in your moans.

jake whimpered into your ear, his breath hot and uneven as his body trembled beneath you. “you’re squeezing me so tight, y/n… i can’t stop… fuck…”

sunghoon never broke the kiss, pulling jake into it as well, their lips and tongues meeting in a heated, messy tangle. the three of you moved together, bodies shaking, moans filling the room as the pleasure built higher. their cocks slid against each other inside you, stretching you, filling you to the point where you couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, just felt.

“didn't think you could fit us both, your pussy was made for this, y/n,” sunghoon muttered, his grip on your waist tightening as his thrusts grew faster, rougher. jake’s fingers dug into your hips, his moans mixing with yours and sunghoon’s as you all lost control.

you were trembling, overwhelmed, but your body kept craving more, desperate for the intensity they were giving you. jake’s breath hitched, his voice trembling as he whispered, “this is too much.”

sunghoon’s growl deepened, his hips snapping harder as he thrust deeper. “yeah? you didn’t think it’d feel this good?” he growled, lips hovering dangerously close to jake’s, their bodies so close it felt like they were moving as one.

jake whimpered, his body stuttering beneath you. “it's even better hoon—shit…”

sunghoon smirked, pulling jake even closer, the tension between them building as their bodies moved together. “feel how tight she is around us both?” sunghoon growled, voice full of pride and hunger as he thrust harder, deeper. “one cock isn't enough for her, not anymore.”

the intensity of it all sent you spiraling, your body trembling uncontrollably as you moaned, your voice shaky. “god, you two together… it’s so fucking hot.”

sunghoon grinned, his lips brushing against jake’s ear as he thrust into you harder. “you like that, baby?” he muttered, his voice rough. “you like watching us get off on each other?”

jake whimpered, his hips stuttering as he thrust into you, his body shaking with pleasure. “hoon… i’m gonna—”

“want us to cum in your pussy, huh?” sunghoon growled, his grip tightening as his thrusts became erratic. “this wrecked pussy… fuck.”

and with one final thrust, jake and sunghoon both tensed, their bodies trembling as they came, their moans mixing with yours as they filled you. you felt them both pulse inside you, their cum spilling deep into your pussy, the overwhelming sensation of being filled by them both sending you over the edge again.

jake’s chuckle was low and infectious, a mix of disbelief and pride, as though he still couldn’t quite process what had just happened. his face was flushed, his hair sticking to his damp forehead, and his chest heaved with each breath. still buried inside you, he leaned forward, brushing his lips lightly against yours—soft, tender, a stark contrast to the intensity that had just passed.

his arms tightened around your waist, holding you close as he rested his head against your shoulder. you felt the weight of their bodies, the heat lingering in the air, the connection between the three of you palpable. your legs trembled, your heart still racing, yet there was a strange calm settling over all of you now, a quiet after the storm. everything had changed in those moments, and yet it felt so right.

sunghoon’s thumb brushed your cheek, his eyes meeting yours, and the intensity from before softened into something warm, almost tender. his chuckle died into a soft smile as he leaned closer, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "you’re perfect," he whispered, his voice hushed, filled with affection. “i don’t know how the fuck i resisted this for so long.”

you smiled weakly, still trying to catch your breath, your body trembling as you felt the warmth of their words wrap around you. "i didn’t think i could handle this," you whispered back, your voice cracking from exhaustion but laced with happiness. “but… god, i’m so glad we did.”

jake’s breathless laugh came again, his lips pressing against your neck. "none of us are forgetting this," he muttered, his voice soft, but the affection behind his words was undeniable.

for a moment, everything was still, the three of you catching your breath, bodies tangled together. the weight of it all settled in—what this meant, what had shifted. sunghoon's voice broke through the silence, softer than you’d ever heard him. "i love you," he murmured, his hand tightening slightly on your waist. he was still buried deep inside you, his presence grounding, comforting, as the words slipped from his lips.

you swallowed hard, the sincerity of his words hitting you. "i love you too," you whispered, your voice shaking with emotion. jake, still wrapped around you, let out a soft groan, his lips brushing a lazy kiss against your shoulder.

"oh great," jake muttered, half-laughing, though the tiredness in his voice made it sound endearing. "now it’s a whole lovefest, huh? typical."

you laughed, the sound light and full of relief, teasing him as you turned slightly to glance over your shoulder. "what? no 'i love you' from you, jake?" you said, playfully nudging him.

jake rolled his eyes dramatically, still too exhausted to move, but his grin was genuine. "fine, fine… i love you, too," he said, his voice laced with warmth. "but you two are so fucking sappy sometimes, i swear."

sunghoon chuckled, shifting slightly behind you as he gave jake a look. "at least we don’t hold back," he teased, his tone light, though his gaze on you held that familiar intensity that made your heart race all over again.

and then, you remembered their kiss. that kiss. in the heat of it all, they had shared something you didn’t expect, and it had left a mark in your mind. you couldn’t help but laugh softly at the thought.

“you know,” you said with a playful grin, glancing between them, “you two kissing earlier was hot. you don’t have to pretend it didn’t happen.”

both of them tensed, eyes flicking toward each other before quickly darting away. jake cleared his throat, clearly caught off guard. "yeah, well… that was just… in the moment," he mumbled, his usual confidence faltering for once.

sunghoon clears his throat, though you could see the slight flush of embarrassment creeping onto his cheeks. "exactly," he added, though the smirk tugging at his lips betrayed the fact that he wasn’t as indifferent as he was trying to seem.

you raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “doesn’t have to be just in the moment,” you teased, your voice light but with a hint of suggestion. “it could happen again, you know. if you wanted.”

the suggestion hung in the air between them, and for a moment, they both paused, glancing at each other for a beat longer than before. there was an unspoken understanding between them, a flicker of something neither had fully acknowledged yet. jake let out a small laugh, shaking his head.

"let’s not make this a regular thing," he said, though there was something in his voice that sounded less certain, as if he wasn’t entirely against the idea.

sunghoon’s smirk grew, his eyes flicking to you before landing back on jake. "we’ll see," he murmured, his tone teasing, but there was a spark in his eyes that made your heart race.

you couldn’t help but laugh again, your body still feeling the aftermath of everything, but the warmth between the three of you was undeniable. jake, still pressed against you, let out a long sigh, content, his chuckle vibrating against your skin.

“we’re gonna need a bigger bed,” he finally muttered, grinning.

sunghoon laughed, shaking his head as he pulled you closer, his hand resting on your waist. "yeah," he agreed, voice soft. "definitely."

the room was thick with the afterglow, the heat of everything that had just happened still clinging to your skin. jake and sunghoon finally, carefully pulled out, and the collective groan that escaped you was a mix of exhaustion and the sudden emptiness where their warmth had been. the rush of their cum spilled out of you, dripping down your thighs and soaking into the couch beneath you. you leaned back, utterly spent, legs trembling and spread wide, unable to move.

jake’s gaze stayed locked on the mess between your legs, his lips parting slightly as he watched their combined release drip from you. his tongue darted out, licking his lips, and before you could react, he was leaning down, pressing his mouth to your inner thigh, lapping up the mixture of cum slowly. the sensation sent a shiver through your already overstimulated body, and though you were too tired to protest, the intimacy of it—the way jake’s tongue moved—made you groan softly, completely giving in.

"fuck, you taste so good," jake muttered between licks, his voice low, soft, but carrying that same hunger from earlier. each lap of his tongue was slow, deliberate, and intimate, as if savoring every drop.

meanwhile, sunghoon had gotten up, still completely naked, and headed to the kitchen with the same casual ease as if nothing had just happened. the sound of him moving around was oddly comforting, and soon the smell of fresh coffee filled the air. the absurdity of it all—the three of you, naked, covered in sweat and cum, while sunghoon made coffee—made you smile, even as you felt the last traces of exhaustion weighing down on you.

"you doing okay over there?" sunghoon’s voice called out from the kitchen, casual but filled with warmth as he glanced over at you.

"yeah," you breathed out, barely finding your voice. "just… exhausted."

jake sat back after finishing with a final, slow lick, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he gave you a satisfied grin. he glanced over at sunghoon, almost as if seeking permission or approval, then turned back to you. there was a moment of hesitation before jake finally spoke, his voice soft but carrying weight. “i love you.”

it came out like it was the most natural thing in the world, but you could see the way jake looked at sunghoon, as if seeking his blessing. sunghoon paused mid-pour, his eyes flicking between you and jake. you wondered for a moment how he would react, but then a soft chuckle escaped him, and he shook his head, smirking.

"at this point?" sunghoon said, his voice amused but laced with something deeper, "i don’t even care."

but there was more to it than that—his tone was warm, filled with understanding, as if he wasn’t just indifferent, but actually okay with it. it felt like everything was falling into place, the three of you tangled in something complicated but somehow… right.

sunghoon walked back over with the coffee, handing you a cup before sitting down beside you, still completely at ease in his nakedness. "we’re definitely not doing things the usual way anymore," he added with a smirk, glancing between you and jake.

you let out a soft laugh, still feeling the weight of everything as you leaned back against jake’s chest, his arms wrapping around you tightly. "no, definitely not," you replied, your voice still weak from the intensity.

jake, practically buzzing with energy despite being exhausted, pulled you even closer, his chest warm against your back. "yeah, but i kinda like it this way," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

sunghoon smiled, leaning back with his coffee, his gaze softening as he watched you both. "me too," he said quietly, his voice full of contentment. "me too."

jake’s face lit up at sunghoon’s words, his excitement bubbling over as he held you tighter. "so… does this mean…?" he trailed off, his eyes flicking between you and sunghoon, clearly eager but not quite believing what he was hearing.

sunghoon laughed, shaking his head in amusement. "yes, jake," he said, his voice teasing but kind. "i’m okay with it. just don't hog her too much."

jake grinned, practically bouncing in his seat. "holy shit," he muttered, laughing in disbelief. “so… we can…?”

sunghoon rolled his eyes but smiled, his voice calm but amused. “yeah, we can. just… don’t get too carried away.”

you couldn’t help but laugh, playfully nudging jake’s side. "you’re like a puppy," you teased, watching as his excitement was almost palpable.

"well, yeah, i kinda am!" jake shot back, his grin wide. "but seriously, this changes everything."

sunghoon gave him a knowing smile, one that spoke of understanding. "don’t overthink it. we’re in this together, and i’m not losing either of you."

jake’s grin softened into something more genuine, his voice full of warmth. “yeah, no, i get it. i’m just… happy.”

the moment felt light, warm, as if all the pieces had fallen into place. jake looked between the two of you again, his face full of playful curiosity. “so… does this mean you’re my boyfriend too?” he asked, half-laughing, but with a genuine spark of confusion.

sunghoon nearly choked on his coffee, laughing so hard he had to set the cup down. “what the fuck, jake?” he coughed, wiping his mouth. "no, no, no. that’s not how this works."

jake shrugged, clearly enjoying the moment. “i’m just asking, man!”

sunghoon sighed, shaking his head but with a smirk playing on his lips. “i think we’re both hers,” he said, his voice softening as his eyes landed on you. "this is about her, not us."

jake’s grin shifted to something softer, more serious, as he nodded. "okay, that makes sense." then he turned to you, smiling brightly. “so… we’re your boyfriends?”

sunghoon chuckled, shaking his head again, but there was affection in his eyes as he looked at you both. "yeah, we’re hers."

you laughed, feeling the warmth and affection from both of them wash over you. "guess i got the best deal, then," you teased, glancing between them.

sunghoon raised his coffee cup in a mock toast. “lucky you,” he grinned, while jake leaned in to kiss your cheek.

“lucky us,” jake added, smiling as the three of you sat together, content in the new reality you had created.

and then, out of nowhere, your phone rang, vibrating from where it had been abandoned earlier. the sound broke through the peaceful atmosphere and jake perked up, his eyes darting toward the door. "who the hell could that be right now?" he muttered, getting up to grab your phone.

he picked it up, glanced at the screen, and snorted. “oh, shit, it’s jay,” he said, holding it out to you with a grin, like it was a bomb about to go off.

before you could say anything, the phone buzzed again. a text this time.

jay: you guys done?

your heart skipped a beat. had jay been outside this whole time?

“shit,” you muttered, snatching the phone from jake’s hand and staring at the message like it might change if you blinked hard enough.

"they’ve been outside?" you asked, your voice a mix of disbelief and horror, glancing between jake and sunghoon.

jake just shrugged, entirely too amused by the situation. “guess so,” he said, barely suppressing a grin. “i mean, we were kinda loud…”

you shot him a look, completely mortified. your heart was still racing, the reality of it all settling in, but before you could process how deep this embarrassment was about to run, your phone buzzed again.

jay: been here for ages. waiting for you guys to finish up.

"what the fuck," you muttered, eyes wide. your pulse spiked as you tried to wrap your head around the fact that jay—and jungwon—had been outside this whole time, listening to everything.

without missing a beat, jake snatched your phone, hitting the call button like this was the funniest thing in the world. “hey, jay,” he answered, voice thick with amusement as he put the call on speaker. “sorry, man, we were a bit... tied up.”

you slapped his arm, but the damage was already done.

there was a beat of silence, then jay’s voice crackled through the speaker, drenched in sarcasm. “oh, we heard. real loud and clear. so, are we allowed to come in now, or should we keep camping out here? jungwon’s getting real cranky.”

your head snapped toward jake and sunghoon, both of whom were grinning like this was some inside joke they were in on and you had no idea. “wait, jungwon’s out there too?” you choked out, disbelief dripping from every word. the idea of facing them after… everything… made your stomach churn.

“yep,” jay answered, his smirk practically audible through the phone. “and let me tell you, he’s not thrilled about being left out.”

your face was burning, the heat rising to your cheeks as you imagined how you’d ever look either of them in the eye again. there was no way you’d hear the end of this from jay, not after that. shit.

jake leaned in closer to you, clearly enjoying the chaos, and before you knew it, he mouthed, i love you. his eyes were soft, the teasing edge gone for just a moment as he waited for you to respond.

your heart lurched in your chest, and despite the absolute mess you were in, you mouthed it back—i love you—the words heavy with emotion even as the dread of what jay and jungwon had overheard lingered in your mind. jake’s smile widened, the warmth of it cutting through the embarrassment that was crawling under your skin.

but even as the words left your mouth, your mind raced. jay and jungwon. they’d heard everything. you couldn’t help but groan, burying your face in your hands as the realization hit you again. this was going to haunt you for weeks. there was no way jay would let this slide. he was going to milk this for all it was worth.

“fuck my life,” you muttered under your breath, but deep down, you couldn’t help but smile a little at the absurdity of it all.

sunghoon chuckled beside you, clearly having way too much fun with the situation. “don’t worry, baby. you’re not gonna be the only one hearing about this. jay’s definitely going to give jake shit, too.”

jake shrugged, still grinning. “eh, worth it,” he said casually, as if the thought of jay roasting him for the next month didn’t faze him in the slightest.

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Love us as much as we love you — Teaser part I

Summary: Y/n is a professor who spends a night with four men, unaware that they are students at the university where she is about to teach. These four students, known as the Black Apollos, rule Ravenridge School. Wealthy, arrogant, and violent, they instill terror wherever they go. Through this one-night encounter, they gain leverage over her that they will use as they please. This Halloween month, she and other students are invited to celebrate at their mansion. What will happen to her?

PAIRING: Non-idols of ENHYPEN’s hyung line x female reader

GENRE: 18+ (MDNI), adulthood, reverse harem, polyamory

Warning : manipulation, psychological violence, physical violence, blood, blood kink, spitting, spanking, bondage, blackmail, intimidation, harassment, threats, student/teacher relationship, fighting, jealousy, dark atmosphere, insults, public humiliation, mental domination, body control, forced consent, confinement, dangerous seduction, polyamory, domination, double play, emotional dependency, trauma, revenge, mental torture, physical constraints, extortion, abuse of power, degradation, erotic pain, double penetration, anal sex, cigarette consumption, five-way plans, fellatio, oral sex, role-playing, exhibitionism, voyeurism, BDSM, fetishism, vaginal penetration, submission practices, non-consensual acts, acts in public places, mental domination, sexual humiliation.

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“What the hell are you doing here, Y/n? I don’t need you to lecture me,” Sunghoon spat, his raspy voice echoing through the deserted stairwell, tinged with barely veiled contempt. Smoke slowly escaped from his mouth, swirling in the stagnant air like a menacing shadow. His gaze, as sharp as a knife, pierced you with its darkness, revealing a dull menace that intensified with every beat of your heart. He stared at you like a predator watches its prey, unmoving but ready to strike at any moment. Sitting casually on the top step, he crushed his cigarette under his heel, his cold smile barely showing on his lips, hinting at something sinister.

“I’m not here to lecture you, show me your hands,” you said, your voice harsher than you’d intended, holding your hand out to him, your expression determined. Inside, your anxiety was rising; you hoped he’d obey, that he’d let you see the extent of the damage. But he didn’t move, staring at you with that chilling indifference that drove you mad. Your heart pounded, fear and anger swirling together in a whirlwind. Your hands were shaking slightly, and you decided to act.

Without waiting any longer, you abruptly grabbed his hand, your fingers wrapping around his, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours, a warmth that contrasted with the icy atmosphere that surrounded you. You dropped to your knees next to him, quickly opening the first aid kit, determined to disinfect the cuts despite his provocations. Every second that passed by his side made you realize how captivating and terrifying he was at the same time.

He stood there, his eyes fixed on you like a crushing weight. “Why are you doing this? Why are you wasting your time on me? I’m not even worth anything,” he said with that bitterness that pierced your heart. Still, you refused to give in to pity. He jerked his hand away from yours, breaking contact, and stared at you intensely. “You should have stayed with Jake, not come looking for me. You’re so stupid.” He burst out laughing, a mocking, cruel sound echoing down the stairs, like a blade cutting through the air. But that laugh was a mask, you knew that. Behind that icy facade, something else was simmering, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes that no one could deceive. He was glad you were here, and he knew it as well as you did.

“Stop your bullshit, Park, and let me take care of you,” you ordered through gritted teeth, your voice shaking with anger you could no longer contain. You tried to grab his hands again, but he stubbornly kept them at his sides, refusing to give in. His resistance was infuriating you, pushing you to the limit. Adrenaline was coursing through your veins, and before you knew it, you were violently pushing him backwards, forcing him to fall heavily to the ground. His back hit the step with a thud, but he didn’t flinch. His eyes, however, lit up with a new light, darker, more intense, as if he were welcoming the challenge.

“Look at what you’re forcing me to do,” you spat, your eyes blazing with defiance as you straddled him, your legs on either side of his hips. The closeness of your bodies made the air heavier, each breath coming harder. He looked down at you, his face half in shadow, but you could feel the desire burning behind his dark eyes, the tension between you becoming unbearable, each beat of his heart resonating against yours.

“You should have never come here, bunny,” he whispered, his tone suddenly deeper, almost menacing. His hands slid slowly down your thighs, his fingers squeezing your flesh with a brutal, possessive force. You shivered under his touch, unable to hide the instinctive reaction your body had to his touch. Every brush of his skin against yours was a fire igniting, a glow of desire you couldn’t ignore. “Now that you’re here, you’re mine. Until I decide to let you go. You should have stayed with Jake, you little idiot.” His words were raw, brutal, but he wasn’t just talking. In one quick, calculated move, he had you flipped beneath him, his massive body covering yours, pinning you to the ground with relentless force. He was completely over you, and you felt your breath catch under his weight, the heat of his body crushing yours.

“Park, you shouldn’t do this, I’m your teacher, remember,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady, but it wavered under the pressure of the situation, the intensity of his gaze and his body overwhelming you. Your hips lifted instinctively, trying to free yourself from his hold, but each movement only increased the friction between your bodies, intensifying the stifling heat that was beginning to envelop you. Each second spent under him made your heart beat faster, the desperation of not being able to escape this unbearable moment mixing with a burning anticipation.

“We’ve fucked before, Professor, and your stupid title isn’t going to stop me,” he sneered, his gaze growing fiercer, his hands slowly roaming over your body, as if to mark every inch of it. You could feel his fingers exploring every inch of your skin, awakening sensations you thought you had mastered. “But this time, it’s going to be different, very different. I’m going to fuck you with that bastard’s blood still on my hands, and you’ll have no choice but to take it all, whether you like it or not, got it, bunny?” His words were like blows, brutal, uncompromising, and you felt your body tense under their weight. He held you captive under his grip, forcing you to submit to his devastating desire. You were at his mercy, and despite the fear that invaded you, a shiver of excitement rose in you, an unquenchable desire to give in.

“You have no choice, bunny,” he continued with a twisted smile on his lips, a promise of pleasure and pain. He roughly grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, making you completely vulnerable. With a deft hand, he quickly undid his belt, before wrapping it around your bound wrists. The leather squeezed your skin, almost cutting off your circulation, but you no longer paid attention to it. The satisfied smile he wore made you boil with rage, and at the same time, you felt a growing, uncontrollable desire. Every second he kept this pressure on you amplified your need for him, creating an electric tension in the air.

“I want to hear you scream my name, to show that asshole that I’m the only one who can fuck you this hard, to fill every damn hungry hole of your body.” He leaned toward you, his lips brushing against yours in a cruel provocation, never actually kissing you. Your breath was short, your body on fire, every nerve tense with anticipation, with the frustration he was making you endure. He was playing with you, controlling you completely, and you felt ready to explode under that unbearable tension.

“I thought my little rabbit didn’t want it,” he mocked, his voice a poisoned whisper as his fingers slid slowly along your throat, tracing a burning line down your skin. His hands descended slowly, barely grazing your breasts before withdrawing their touch, leaving you breathless, desperate for more. He knew exactly what he was doing, and you were unable to resist this torture, your body betraying you at every moment. You struggled internally between desire and hatred, between rage and submission, a fight you knew you had already lost.

“I’m yours, Sunghoon. I belong to you,” you finally whispered, your voice a broken breath, knowing that those words would be your only escape, your only way to free yourself from this skillfully orchestrated torture. Sunghoon’s gaze lit up, and a satisfied smile played on his lips, a glint of victory in his eyes. He had won. He had always won.