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OKAY HEAR ME OUT! I know I have to write down the ‘KEEP IT A SECRET’ oneshot and also the two other ongoing series (trust me I’m updating them whenever am getting time) but but but I have two ideas for one-shot (WHICH ONE SHOULD I WRITE AFTER I COMPLETE MY ABOVE ONE?)

I am working on some NCT FICS let me know if you want any particular ideas on them…it would be interesting to see some of your thoughts…well I will write (multiple members x reader) and also (member x reader) in the one-shots but the posting schedule will be slow coz you already know that am working on a NCT SERIES… wow I’m talking too much I need to shut up but I just felt like sharing this.

ALSO DO YOU GUYS NEED A TEASER ON (Taeyong x Doyoung x Jaehyun x reader) ???? Or you will wait for the fic????

BETTER THAN GOLD (TEASER)

Synopsis: Taeyong cleared his throat, “your dad will be fine but you. The princess needs to face the consequences.”

Every good thing comes with a price.

Pairing:Taeyong x Doyoung x Jaehyun x f!reader

Genre: Angst, Business, Romance, Smut

W/c: not yet

Warnings: mention of drinking and smoking, poor and rich, name calling. Rest warnings will be later in the original plot.

Note: please I want to thanks to people for reading and reblogging. Reviews are always appreciated . Applause to the ones who come up to me to interact and they know how friendly I am. Okay enough!

you are different from them. There’s nothing common between you and them. They should hangout with each other but you are not allowed there. You are being told repeatedly that they are like the royals and you are just a commoner. But why though? Can’t you be friends with them? You didn’t mind the rich and poor before you met them but now you envy them. They get every single respect and recognition unlike you who is under shadows.

Shadows of them.

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It all started when your father moved to this new city because he told you that this new place would be a better place for his job opportunities. You and your mother were really happy for this and it gave you hope that the future ahead of you would be a better one. Your family doesn’t need to be in poverty anymore and your days of struggle will be over. You will be living a happy life with no worry and regrets.

But you forgot one thing people said.

Everything comes with a price. If one problem gets solved then another problem rises up.

Your dad got invited to a grand hotel from his new workplace and you wondered how is he being treated like this. You are not complaining but getting surprised. You have never been to such grand and luxurious places before and deep down you are excited and wondering what it would be like to experience such things.

Will you be considered rich or you are still being treated as low class?

“Dad…”

He hummed while tightening his belt around his waist and looked at you through the mirror. He sent you a warm smile and you returned the gesture.

“Isn’t it suspicious that they are inviting you to this place when you are not even a part of the project team.”

“Y/n… I have told you that they are my friends and they are just helping me. Why are you so suspicious of them. We are having such a good life because of them and we should be grateful.” Your dad stated and turned towards you.

You nodded but still you are a bit hesitant to go to this place because of a foreign feeling lingering on your skin. You always trust your dad and if he was telling you to not think about it then you should not.

“I have never been to such places.” You whispered under your breath but your father chuckled on hearing you.

He walked towards you and sat beside you, “come on my child. Cheer up. If you have never been then atleast now you are able to attend such parties. Everything will be fine. Promise.”

Promise…

“Okay.” You and your dad smiled towards each each other.

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“Hello Mr. Kang, Welcome to the party. I hope you have arrived safely and have you brought your daughter?” Mr. Kim greeted and your dad nudged you to come closer.

You were already anxious about the situation because of the grand spacious hall with richness and lavishness radiating everywhere even the dirts under the shoes and all the stares from people surrounding you.

You smiled and bowed towards thim, “Hello, myself Kang Y/n. Nice to meet you.”

Two other men also joined the scene and they had the same cheerful expression on their faces. Their welcoming gestures were calming your nervousness.

The other two also introduced themselves as Mr. Lee and Mr. Jung.

The three of your father’s friends had one attraction in common. Richness. The expensive suits and their great businessman aura was radiating off from them and your dad was looking like a mere corporate worker in front of them. But friends don’t let their money to come between their friendship and you should be grateful that wherever you are today, it’s because of them.

They studied in same school, they had same childhood then why your dad was the only one to suffer. It’s because he was greedy and he ran after money without working hard. But they chose patience and day by day they earned their position like this. Your dad has now learned the lesson. But are they same like before? They will still consider your dad to be that friend when they had nothing. Right?

“Hey dad…I was going upstairs and we won’t be eating here… And who is he?”

“Hey Kang, meet my son Lee Taeyong. And son this is my childhood friend I told you about, Mr. Kang.” Mr. Lee stood up from his chair from around the round table and came behind his son, patting his back he gestured him to bow.

His son rolled his eyes but still bowed to your dad in a bored expression. Your dad smiled but you didn’t. Your curious eyes watching his movements.

Rude.

His eyes locked with yours and you were expecting his bored eyes but the corner of his lips curled up. The sharp facial features were reflecting the expensive light and texture of the hall. His smooth skin and piercing eyes with the sharp jaw was a perfect combination for the grand name: LEE TAEYONG.

“Who is she?” He pointed towards you.

You were surprised that he even asked about you. You were trying to be out of spotlight but still he noticed you. Nothing. Just because you were sitting beside the man to whom his father introduced him.

“She is Mr. Kang’s daughter. Your new best friend.”

He chuckled and then laughed before glaring at you, “I don’t even know her and she is not even my friend and you are already referring her as my best friend? No way you are being serious, dad.”

“Don’t say like this. They are our guest. He is my bestfriend. Like the way you are friends with them, I hope you can be friends with her too.”

Like the way you are friends with them, you can be friends with her too.

Mr. Lee was serious and his son poked inside of the cheek with his tongue. He was annoyed but with whom.

Mr. Jung spoke up, “hey Taeyong, she is getting bored here among the dad talks so it’s better to take her upstairs with you all, I hope you all will get along well.”

Get along well with him? No way.

Mr. Kim nodded in agreement and Mr. Lee excitedly glanced at his son. His son was about to argue but his father’s stare made him shut.

Mr. Kim called you closer to Taeyong and with small steps, you stood beside him and gulped down the anger.

Did he despise you so much because you are not rich like him?

Taeyong extended his hand but as soon as you reached your hand to hold it, he smirked before pulling it to himself and said, “oh princess. I’m not here to escort you. Remember your place. You are just here because of my dad and I’m showing you the way to where we have to go.”

No one could hear him because others were already at the table and the music was atleast loud enough to make his low heavy voice inaudible to other people around him.

You just wanted to punch him but you curled your fingers into a fist by your side. He didn’t wait to see your glares but already started walking towards the fancy stairs. You were hesitating and thinking to go back to the table. But you didn’t want to give excuses to them and to have them a different impression of your dad.

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Reaching a green door, he didn’t even knock but pushed open it. He looked back and gestured you with his head to enter the room. His tilted head and tongue licking the lips with the black hairs falling over his eyes was screaming at you, the most perfect man you have ever seen.

As soon as you stepped inside, the room had a strong smell of smoke and alcohol. You wanted to puke but just gulped the lump.

“What are you doing here?”

You got startled by the sudden voice and looked towards the side to see one man sitting on a sofa scrolling through the phone with a cigarette between his fingers. Everytime he was blowing in, the dimples were pointing out on his handsome face. Beside him, the one with wide eyes and a wine bottle in his hand staring at you. The one who questioned you.

“I have asked you something. No one is allowed here so get out.”

“I-i’m here—“

“Meet our little friend. Miss Kang Y/n.”

Friend? Huh!

The one who was smoking also looked up from his phone and all the stares from three of them was overwhelming you.

You started picking your nails and your hands got swatted away by the one who was smoking, he glared at you and threw the cigarette away. He was so tall that he was towering over you. You were feeling intimidated under their gaze but still you were doing your best to stray strong.

“Don’t do that. It can cause infections.”

You nodded, “it’s okay. It’s just—“

“Don’t think that I’m caring for you. We don’t want to get sick because of you.”he harshly replied before scanning you up and down.

“Oh come on. Be nice with her. Our dad told us to get along with her or this princess would complain about us to her dear daddy. Poor daddy. Can he buy a handkerchief to wipe off your tears?” Taeyong had a wide smirk across his face.

You had enough.

“Well it’s good that my dad is poor and not rich like yours. Maybe We live in poverty but atleast we have better manners and respect for others unlike you who are blinded by luxury. Actually you all can’t even differ between love and money. Emotional feelings and materialistic satisfaction are two different things. But you can’t see the real emotions because of material emotions. You all have an artificial soul built by the expenses and royalty.”

The one who was still drinking at the sofa laughed out loud. The smoker was staring down at you and Taeyong folding his hands beside you was now glaring at you.

“Do you have angel eyes to see all these? Don’t think that if you were rich then you wouldn’t have been like this. You can’t even know the air we breath because you can’t even be in our place ever. This No.1 company in this city was built by our dads, I’m the son of Mr. Kim. Everybody knows me here, Kim Doyoung and everybody looks up to me.”

The named Doyoung glared at you in the end before chugging down some alcohol.

“If you go downstairs and say my name Jung Jaehyun. Then you can see all the ladies will turn their heads to get a glimpse of me. Everyone try to marry off their daughter to me so that they can have my dad Mr. Jung as their business partner and their daughters would be happy to marry their dream guy.”

Jaehyun smirked in the end and leaned to the wall near him.

Finally Taeyong spoke up as if he was waiting for the chance, “Nothing can be more valuable than money, princess. Status can change everything. The facade of innocence that you have will be ripped off the day you will sit on the throne. But fake princesses don’t get the royalty. Only the gold ones get it.”

You scoffed and glared at each one of them.

“I would rather be a person with good morals, good reputation with others, instead of with rich material things which can be here today and gone tomorrow. Riches cannot buy you true love or true lasting happiness.”

“Riches can buy us everything, Y/n.”

Hearing your name from Taeyong shifted something inside you as if you were in a trance earlier. You licked your lips.

“If those riches can buy me true love and happiness then It’s better than gold.”you stared at them.

“Do you think you are better than gold?” Jaehyun asked you.

“Yes I am.”

You turned on your heels and bumped Taeyong’s side, you knew it would make him annoyed and it did.

Doyoung shouted, “where are you going?”

“You only said earlier that no one is allowed here then I should assume that I am un-welcomed. And if you want to take revenge for this like whatever I have said and made you angry with pointing at your attitudes then show it on me. Don’t do anything to my dad.”

Doyoung leaned back and smirked, “are you scared? Oh wait are you requesting something to me, to us? I really can’t hear you.”

You cursed under your breath because that earlier the rush of adrenaline made you lose your temper but you didn’t think of your dad at the time that it could harm your dad’s situation. They might can do any conspiracy to kick your dad out from the job.

“Oh the angel is silent now. Who was being so strong a few moments earlier?” Jaehyun’s mocking voice earning laughs from the other two and your tears were threatening to fall.

The sweet names ‘Angel’, ‘Princess’ are so lovable to be greeted by but they were calling out to you in mockery. They were having fun because you were having happy life at their mercy.

Taeyong cleared his throat, “your dad will be fine but you. The princess needs to face the consequences.”

Every good thing comes with a price.

COMING SOON…

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FOREIGN SWAGGERS

Pairing: Johnny x Jaehyun x Mark x f!reader (ft.Taeyong)

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Enemies to friends to lovers(?) BROTHER’s BEST FRIENDS Au

W/c: 8k

Warnings: mention of drinking, use of sex toys, birth control pills, sex w/o a wrap(don't do it sillies), they all are just horny for each other, four-some, dom!Johnny, dom!Jaehyun, dom!Mark, sub!fem, finger sucking, cum eating, nipple play, hickeys, manhandling, fingering, kissing, crying, afraid of left alone, overstimulation, masturbation, aftercare, comfort, lots of love (let me know what to add more)

Request from: @tazziexbunn (sorry I made you wait for it so long)

Note: please I want to thanks to people for reading and reblogging. Reviews are always appreciated . Applause to the ones who come up to me to interact and they know how friendly I am. Okay enough!

Special mention of @acescavern thanks for helping when I was stuck due to writer's block. A true friend indeed.

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Family holidays are meant to be having great bonding times and sharing some good moments with your loved ones. The feelings between the individuals deepens and these become the treasured memories in future. But what exactly are the feelings here? The feelings can be between friends, the couples, children and elders, siblings, colleagues, and so on. Sometimes, you meet some new faces and bond with them if the minds click with each other. But also sometimes, some known faces who seemed to be distant as you tried to ignore them appears.

It's okay until you have some distraction. But what if they are the distraction?

 And something like that happened when you were planning holidays with your family. It was a summer break and usually you all plan for a trip to some places where you all are having in mind altogether but this time, your brother’s three friends tagged along.

They are your brother’s childhood friends and you almost have seen them often like the times they stayed back at your house for sleepovers, gaming nights, school projects and assignments. You never tried to be friends with them because it was pretty much obvious that they always tried to ignore you. They hate you.

There is nothing to complain about them hating on you as the feelings is mutual. You haven’t ever appreciated their presence around you. What’s with them always popping out of nowhere in your house. They are your brother’s friends but it’s not like you are even their enemy. They are typically non-existent to you. As if you can’t see them but deep down you are cursing regularly whenever you bump into one of them. They are all so attractive that sometimes you steal glances of them. Of course, oblivion to them.

Well, you all grew up hating each other. Obviously.

The family holidays are always the exciting ones to you and the first one to initiate the plannings for the trip has always been you.

And that time, it was the same with you running down the stairs with your laptop in hand and your brother scolding behind you to be careful because if the laptop breaks, he has to buy you again but it doesn’t matter if you fall down.

What a caring brother!

“Mom…Dad…we are going to this place and that’s final. I have asked you so many times. Please.” You were literally whining while placing your laptop on the center table and crouching down beside it.

Your brother’s laugh echoed the place and you groaned before glaring at him.

“They won’t be agreeing with you. I bet.” He leaned back into the sofa across from you and put his hands behind his head. He poked out his tongue at you like a child.

You swear he has not yet grown up after five.

“It’s more like you don’t agree. You should support me but instead you just have to be the mamas boy in front of mom. You are a loser. Well always looks like one.” You spat at him.

“Yah! Shut up. Have you seen the ladies in my workplace drooling over me. My handsome face and everything I do just makes them delusional. Loser is you, not me.” You wanted to punch off that smug off from his face.

“Yeah sure…that’s why your girlfriend dumped you last week”

“Shut up!”

Both of your glares got smacked away by your mother.

“Why don’t you guys try to behave like your age?” your mother shook her head in disappointment.

“Taeyong has started it. I was just excited for the trip but he has to ruin my mood.” You sulked.

“No mom. I just said the truth and she got mad at me. This angry bird is annoying.”

“What did you just tell me?”

 Your mother again smacked both of you and then you were totally shut. She was not scolding you enough and that only meant she was in a good mood and was about to deliver some good news.

you waited to hear whatever she was going to say.

She started off with an old story of school days and you were invested into it. Your laptop was long forgotten and your whole attention was on your mom.

It went with jumping off from one topic to another and finally the most awaited speech of the day from her was delivered. She was very happy in the end of the explanation and you were still contemplating the situation and your brother was already on his feet excitedly.

“No way. You are leaving me and Taeyong to go for vacations alone.” You were in disbelief.

He scoffed, “You are telling it the way as if you dont want to go and I’m going to sell you off.”

“Who knows maybe you can?” You stared back at him.

“That’s true though. Atleast you will be of some use by then.”

Your mother smacked his arm, “Oh you two shut it now and listen to me. As me and your dad are going back to our home-town so you are free to go anywhere as you are grown up adults. But the behaviours don’t really prove it but still you don’t get such opportunities often.”

Taeyong was quick to ask, “Can I go to this vacation with my friends?”

Your mother nodded.

You gulped and hesitantly asked, “That means I can go to L.A.?”

“of course. But on one note, no one should go alone. Wherever you are going, you should go together or you are not allowed. He is going with his friends so Y/n, go with them.” Your mother smiled.

You sighed, “no thanks. I would rather stay at home than going with his friends.”

“Y/n dear…I cant leave you all alone and he can take care of you.”

You stood up and ran to your room. You were annoyed. But with whom? With yourself. It’s not like you didn’t like to go with your brother. You both love each other a lot but his friends are the only problems.

You heard someone knocking at your door but you didn’t reply and then when you heard the creak of the door.

Taeyong placed the laptop on your desk and sat beside you. You looked away and scooted away from him.

“I will not go with my friends. Let’s go together.” He sounded sad.

You shook your head and looked back at him, “no it’s okay. I don’t want to ruin your plans.”

 “hey its not like that…if you are uncomfortable with them then we can go alone. Really.” He assured you and you smiled back.

“I’m not uncomfortable or such. I am never been close with them. It’s because I feel like they hate me and they don’t like me around. It will just make me look like an outcast among us.” You pout.

He laughed and ruffled your hairs, earning a groan and hit to his arm.

“they never hate you. More like they always told me I’m lucky that I have a pretty and sweet sister like you. They never talked to you or approached as a friend because of your over protective brother. I didn’t trust those horny teenagers around you.”

You both laughed and somewhere you felt as if you just had contemplated their behaviours in a wrong way. So like them bumping into you was not to annoy you but they wanted to talk to you but your brother was being a barrier back then. is that right? Well, you also never really tried to become friends with them. So there was a lack in efforts from both the sides. What about now?

“Are we and your friends going to L.A.?” you asked.

He nodded and added, “if only you are comfortable.”

“It’s okay as far as they will appreciate me to consider a friend.”

“They will.”

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It’s been thirty minutes that you were waiting for your frien—oh wait your brother’s friends.

The loud shout from your brother signalled you that his friends had arrived and so you looked up from your phone and craned your neck to watch where your brother ran to.

His excitement is always on another level when it comes to his friends. He really has some true friends unlike you.

They hugged with each other and then walked to where you were waiting. As soon as they were in front of you, you stood up and greeted them with a little smile on your face. They were hesitant at first but Johnny took the lead to extend his hand to shake hands with you. Wow, it’s the first time in the lifetime, you are standing so near to him and them.

“Hey Y/n…you grew up into a beautiful lady…I haven’t seen you in years after you all moved from the hometown.” Johnny stated with a genuine smile on his face.

Him initiating the conversation was a relief or you would have stuttered or never been able to form any words.

“yeah...it’s really been years. You look…good, Johnny.”

He smiled and nodded to your words.

Good? No, Fucking handsome. You wanted to scream it at his face because you have never seen him in such close up view and honestly your brother’s friends are freaking whole meal. You need to calm down and shut up because you don’t want to make it obvious to them and your brother. You sent him a smile.

Your brother and Johnny left for the check-ins, leaving you with Jaehyun and Mark. You gulped and looked around as you were in a very awkward situation. But you didn’t notice yet, Jaehyun’s gaze was boring holes into you and mark was looking between you and his friend.

“You look pretty...I mean really pretty…wow do I sound desperate? But it’s true.” Mark licked his lips and held your gaze when you looked at him.

A smile cracked on your face and you thanked him.

"you look cool as well."

He was eager to talk to you more and now you knew how friendly he was and it would be comfortable to be around him. When you looked at the other person in your group. He was already staring back at you. He was serious, with no emotions visible on his face and he sucked his cheeks inside.

You gulped in nervousness because the feelings of uneasiness rising up was making you suffocate even when the waiting area was so spacious and huge. You didn't know what was the reason for the uneasiness: him or the flight.

Your brother called you three from afar and you were the first one to almost run to your brother. The eyes of the other two behind you were following you. Mark laughed a bit and the corner of Jaehyun’s lip curled up.

Mark, Jaehyun and you got your seats together and on the other side Johnny, Taeyong and a random boy were having their seats. You told Taeyong to ask Johnny to switch seats with you but he told you that it would be better if you spend time with them and then you could be friends before reaching there.

You pouted and sulked in your seat. You sat in the middle one because mark had already claimed to not sit on the window seat and he hates middle one. Also, you were not a fan of window seats so you chose middle and it would be better because you will have mark’s company. Jaehyun was last to enter and he sat on his seat and closed his eyes.

Was he tired or ignoring you?

You didn’t mind his presence but getting interested in hearing Mark’s passion on rap and dancing. His eyes were shining when he was sharing about his likings and hobbies.

But as soon as you felt the wheels moving on the runway, the feeling of uneasiness returned from earlier. You turned to your front and closed your eyes tightly. Your one hand gripping Mark’s sleeves of his full sleeve t-shirt. And the other hand clutching the armrest. Nails digging deeper. You were feeling nauseous and then something unexpected happened.

“Take deep breaths. You will be fine.” You heard whisper from the side of window seat. A hand entangled with yours and clutching it in a soothing way. Thumbs rubbing your skin to calm down. Another hand patted your other hand which was clutching the sleeves.

Slowly, you parted your eyelids to see Jaehyun leaning towards you in worry and his hands were entangled with yours and Mark was patting your other hand with same worry visible on your face.

And what about your brother? He was busy joking with Johnny. But you didn’t know, he was having the same worry and was in panic, Mark assured him that he would handle it.

he will take care of you.

You breathed through your mouth and gulped. Mark patted your head before he went back to whatever he was doing on his phone.

You looked over to Jaehyun and again he was emotionless. “Thank you.”

As you tried to pull away your hand, he held it tighter. Your gaze fell on his veiny hands, veins visible in those smooth buttery skin. His skin was better than yours. Your eyes were trailing upward slowly and slowly and stopped on his lips, they were so pinkish and kissable. WTF! No no not kissable. You met his eyes.

“You can sleep if you feel sick. I won’t mind but don’t even dare to puke on me.”

“I don’t puke…” you pout.

He scoffed and looked away towards the window and it was night but still he had a sunglass over his head. It was adding to his attractiveness.

He patted his shoulder and you frowned.

“What?”

“Sleep…you are annoying.”

You scoffed. Perfect best-friend of your brother. If he was already mad without doing anything then you would rather sleep and be an annoying burden on his shoulder.

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Earlier Mark squeezed your cheeks hard and woke you up from peaceful sleep and so you were mad because Taeyong does the same to annoy you when he wakes you up.

Why all his friends are similar to him?

You were still in sleepy mood and were walking towards the hotel room in a daze.

You got a separate room from them. You were so happy that this time you don’t have to share a room with your brother again. Taeyong and Jaehyun were roommates and Johnny and Mark were in the room across from yours beside the other pair.

It was already afternoon when you reached the hotel so you didn’t have much plan for the day so you guys went off to some individual activities in exploring the place. Taeyong offered you to come along with him and Mark but you assured him that you won’t be wandering too far from the hotel.

As far as the first day, the trip was fine. You really had a great evening with making new friends at record shops. They had same music taste similar like yours. You exchanged your IG ids with those three girls and you were happy since that.

The next day it was totally a siblings day with you two exploring the famous places in L.A. You knew that was the only option to spend a day only with him or other days, he wont be leaving his friends behind. You really did argue, fight, clicking pictures and especially eat a lot. It ended with all five of you having your dinner at a fancy restaurant.

Everything was going well until the fourth day of the trip.

You all went to the beach in front of your hotel and you wore a beach dress. Of course, you would have worn a bikini but somehow Taeyong sternly told you to not wear all those in front of his friends or you were not going. You were mad but still you agreed and trailed behind them. Johnny was talking with you a lot since last night. He was often asking you if you were comfortable or feeling left out but you were quick to wave it off as nothing.

Thinking of last night, you remember how you both spent the night in the terrace of your floor in the hotel.

“Cant sleep?”

You got startled and looked behind to see Johnny in a white t-shirt and sweat pants walking towards you. You shook your head.

“It’s not like that. I am just not that tired.”

He chuckled, “it was such a long day and still you are not tired?”

“Yeah. I usually don’t sleep whenever I go for a vacation and I love to spend time with the new environment.”

He nodded and watched the waves hitting the shore and loud roars of the waters could be heard. It was a refreshing feeling after a long day. His fingers moved up to your face to tug your hairs behind the ears. You both smiled at each other.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

 It was an unexpected question but was quick to make you flustered.

“N-no. I don’t.”

“Good.”

“Huh?”

“It’s good that bad boys didn’t got their ways with you…”

“Y/n…Wont you go down into water with us?”

Mark’s voice barely audible due to the loud music. Still, you managed to answer and you shook your head telling him how you didn’t want to soak your pretty sundress. But that was not his intention. As you were looking around. He scooped you from behind and ran with you towards the others.

“Mark…please don’t…I said no..”

“Come on, don’t be a joy-kill.”

With that he threw you into the water but still holding your upper half so that you don’t get hurt for the jump being so sudden.

As soon as you stood up and removed the hairs from your face, you glared at mark jokingly and he laughed it off. His white shirt and shorts were already soaked. Taeyong and Johnny were shirtless with surfboard in their hands, showing off their tattoos. On other side Jaehyun was also shirtless and was recording in his hand-cam.

His cam fixed in your direction and he zoomed in. You stared back at the lens. He smiled at the portrait of yours visible on the screen. His thumb caressed your face. You smiled behind the camera and ‘click’.

Someone splashed water from your side and Johnny was laughing for what he did.

Jaehyun joined in too.

Johnny stifled his laugh and spoke up, “Girls vs Boys.”

“I am the only girl here. This is not fair.” You whined.

Taeyong volunteered to take your side and Johnny teased him, “Oh Y/n look, that man is your girl.”

Taeyong threw some water and tangled his arm around his neck and Jaehyun splashed water at you with Mark taking the both sides for maintaining equal members and that’s how it went on with you all laughing and enjoying with each other in your own world.

Maybe they are not bad as you thought.

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Taeyong’s intolerance of alcohol was known by everyone except him. He always insisted that he can handle a lot amount but would definitely pass out after half of the bottle. It was pretty strong. The four friends were having night pool party in the rooftop and it was pretty late and Taeyong suddenly banged his head on the table.

Oh he is wasted. The strong boy is sleeping now.

Jaehyun called you three times to check on you and let you know that they were going down and as earlier Taeyong stated that you asked him to bring a cocktail from the party. So, instead of your brother, he took the responsibility.

Three missed calls and you didn’t pick up. They were sure that before going to sleep. You would let Taeyong know about it but now they were panicked.

Johnny rushed down. He didn’t wait for the elevators and run down the stairs and rest two were bringing Taeyong down to the room.

Where were you?

Johnny knocked on your door. He waited for a response but nothing was audible. Licking his lips, he was about to ring the bell when he heard a faint buzzing sound. He leaned to check his doubt. He was correct.

His hand hovered on the handle and he pushed open it. Again, you didn’t lock the door. But then he might not have got this opportunity.

he entered the room and took a turn.

Your mouth was agape and eyes closed with throaty moans and hands clutching the bedsheet with sprawled across on it. And a pink vibrator was attached to your black panty.

Shamelessly, he was watching you. His pant was getting tight in a particular place and he gulped. He was not even moving but standing still, watching you with hungry eyes. He waited for you to cum. By seeing your desperation, he was sure you were near the climax and he patiently waited in his place in silence. You moaned out Mark’s name when you came undone.

So, you were thinking about him?

He smirked at your exhausted state in just your lingerie. You were panting. If you had wore it at the beach then he could have seen you like this earlier. You look sexy in bikinis and he was getting impatient to tear off the piece of clothes and have you in every way.

The ring of his phone made your eyes shot open and you hurriedly sat up. He picked up the call with holding your gaze. You gulped to see his dark eyes.

Jaehyun was on the call. Johnny’s voice echoed inside the room.

"Come to Y/n's room." He didn't say anything more but chuckled after he cut the call.

Like a predator he walked around the bed and you were sitting in the middle, still fazed by the orgasm. He bent to your side and before you could realize it, he snatched away the remote from your hand.

"What are you doing here?" You asked in a broken voice. He raised his brows and titled his head, "did you say something?"

he had a dominance in his voice.

"You should not be here" you gulped and raised your voice a bit, "if my brother finds out."

"Oh listen darling, your brother won't know what is going to happen and even if your brother finds out, it will be too late."

You heard the door open and shut and sound of the lock. Jaehyun and Mark emerged from the corner of the room.

"Oh dude what are you doing here?" Mark was confused and looking between you and the tall man. "I see our little princess was having her little fun without us." Jaehyun smirked as he noticed the vibrator and the remote in his friend's grasp.

"Shut up. You three. What are you even doing here? Where is Taeyong?"

"He is knocked out halfway through." Mark chuckled.

Johnny paced to the edge of the bed and in front of you. He smirked while scanning your whole body. He has never seen you in such a way and he was amused that you were not even telling them to go out. "Oh Mark. You know, she was calling you earlier."

"Really but why?" Mark was smiling but he was curious.

"Darling, are you telling them or should I do the honor?" Johnny was crouching down in front of you, resting his hand on the edge of the bed and staring at you. "I—I don't know what you are saying."

Johnny chuckled, "oh don't say like you weren't moaning out his name." "What?" You were surprised to know that he heard you. For how long was he there?

"Oh really?...I want to see that." Mark was excited.

Before you could protest, the sound of vibrator earned a gasp from you. You watched how Johnny had a smug look and Jaehyun whispered something into his ear, widening his grin.

You watched in horror that they were exchanging glances and communicating between them. your head fell low and hands clutching the bedsheet tightly and you leaned forward.

The vibration was in low mode and you wanted more. no you needed more. You closed your eyes and focused on the sound and vibration filling you up. The tightening of the knot but still the feeling of emptiness was there because the speed was too low. You panted out. "More...fast please..."

“You are asking for more from your brother’s friends? Won’t you ask us to go?”

You were whining and your hand hovered over the vibrator to rub it against your folds and press it deeper.

Someone held you back. And you cry out. The vibration increased and you leaned backward, throwing your head back on the person's shoulder. The same whispering voice from the plane. "Is it okay now, princess? Don't you dare to do anything. We are here to take care of you."

Your hands were locked by him and his bare chest was against your hot body, earning groans from him. Every little squirm of yours was making him painfully hard. There was a reek of alcohol from them.

You were reaching to the climax and it was very obvious and the way Jaehyun's husky groans filling your ears. You swear you will come soon.

"Are you near?" You nodded.

Jaehyun chuckled into your ears and licked it, "words, princess." "Y—yes Jaehyun...Jo—hhny."

"It's daddy for you." Johnny said in a darker voice. Your back arched and you leaned back to Jaehyun as you were about to get loose but Johnny had some other plans.

You were whimpering, "why? Please daddy...I want to cum."

he turned the vibrator off.

"No. You had your fun earlier and now it's for us to have our turn."

He climbed the bed in front of you and hovered over you. You tried to scoot back and get away from the hold but they held you in place.

"Mark I guess someone is impatient."

Mark nodded on Johnny's statement and watched your watery eyes staring back at Johnny in a frustrated expression.

"I heard she was moaning my name and I really want to see how it's going to be when I literally will fuck her."

"Oh you will. But you can wait for your turn. Let me make my darling taste a bit of my fun." Johnny was using the nickname casually but it was turning you on.

He hooked a finger with your panty and slid it down very slowly. His movements were painfully slow and you couldn't even do anything to get rid of the little piece of clothing faster.

He let it hung at one of your ankles and pushed your legs apart, you were pressing them too tight.

He placed himself between them so that you couldn't close your legs and he dipped a finger inside of your wet folds. You moaned and raised your hips into his hand when he pressed your belly down. "Uh uh you are not getting like this...patience is the key here. Look you are so needy that you didn't attend the party because you were off into your little world."

Mark added, "if she had asked us then we would have had the fun together."

Watching how you were not catching on with the conversation, Johnny curled his finger, keeping the same pace from earlier. When he watched you squeezing his second finger in so easily. He pulled his hand out and pushed it inside your parted lips. "Suck."

You were not needed to say twice and you rolled your tongues around his fingers and licked your juices off.

"Princess is doing so good."

Jaehyun had a cheerful tone and then suddenly Johnny slapped your pussy to get your attention back on him before pulling down his pant. You were so impatient and didn't want him to take longer. Jaehyun unhooked your bra but still your front was covered. His hands caressed your bare back and you shivered to his touch.

Johnny's yellow shirt was unbuttoned and your now freed hands went up to touch the biceps. He chuckled and held your wrist to guide you through his muscles. You were so distracted when he suddenly entered you. You cried out because of the size and stretch and the pain was unbearable. Johnny had a satisfied look on his face but soon changed into a worry when he saw your wrinkled forehead and you were wiggling on Jaehyun’s lap.

Your eyes rolled back when he started moving. The pace began with slow and deep movements and each move burned the connected soft area. Johnny was groaning above you and his fingers were tightly entangled with yours, pressing down your palms into the mattress. His loose shirt rode up and the flexing muscles were visible.

“Fuck Y/n…I didn’t know that sweet little one…has such a good pussy.” Johnny increased his pace and your moans became louder.

Your sweet moans earned a shaky groan from a corner of the room. You looked over to the place to see Mark was pumping himself with his head thrown back and cursing and moaning out your name. He was imagining the image of how it was you when moaning out his name when you were pleasuring yourself.

Jaehyun chuckled, “Oh Johnny, she likes to get fuck by her brother’s best friends.”

“Is that right, Y/n?” Johnny asked you but your foggy mind didn’t register the question. So, he gripped your jaw and forced to make you look at him. Your teary eyes stared back at him when he slowed the movements.

“I asked you something, darling. Do you like getting fucked by your brother’s best friends?”

You clenched around him on hearing his question.

“Yes…yes daddy…I like to be fucked by you…I—I want to be fucked by you all.” You whined when he pushed deeper but continued in sloppy movements.

His smirk widened and head dipped in the crook of your neck. He sucked and kissed all your sensitive spots. He pulled down the bra and sucked your nipples. He was leaving red marks all over your chest and throat. Your nipples were erect and hard and when he was sucking it hard, you were losing your mind. “Fuck…it’s so good.”

“Is it feeling good? Johnny making you feel good?”

You moaned out, “Yes Jaehyun, he is making me feel good. I—I want to cum please…please…”

The fast thrusts were almost ripping you apart into two and his moans and groans into your ear was nearing you so much that your tears were streaming down. The sloppy sound and your moans filling out the room. But Johnny hushed you with a heated kiss. He was hungry. Teeth clashing to each and biting down your lips, making you gasp and clench around him. He was hungry to finally have his best friend’s sister under him. The sister his friend protected too much from them was now whimpering under and that boosted his ego.

“Cum…ah-Fuck…” You both came undone together.

Mark cursed out at the same time with both of you.

You were floating with blurry vision and he rode out his high. He pulled out and chuckled at your fucked out state. Before any juice could leak out of you, he pressed your legs together. He started at you but you cut him off.

“I am on birth control pill.” You stated.

“Why? Were you expecting something like this to happen?” Johnny chuckled and stood up.

“No. but just in case…” Johnny pecked your lips. You were surprised as to why he did it but you let the kiss linger on you longer.

Mark interjected, “So you were planning to have a one-night stand on this trip somewhere?”

You licked your lips and nodded, “yeah something like that.” You closed your eyes to take deep breaths. Johnny excused himself after putting on the pant and went to his room.

You heard shuffles around your bed and before you knew what was happening, Jaehyun was smiling down at you from between your legs. You tried to scoot back but he pressed you down with a smirk and dark look on his face.

He was serious with dark eyes just contrast to the white unbuttoned shirt on him. He looks good in white and later you have to compliment him about that.

“What are you thinking, princess?” he asked you while positioning himself to your entrance.

“you look good in white.” you finally complimented him.

He smiled, “thanks princess. But I would look better with your white cum around my dick.”

His tip toying with your folds. You whined and Mark laughed when he sat beside you. He removed your bra and threw it away. Jaehyun thanked Mark and started pumping your breasts. You gasped and moaned. Mark was staring at you with hooded eyes. Jaehyun flicked your nipples and pinched them.

It was paining but it was sending a pleasurable jolt throughout your body.

 He straightened himself and placed his palm over your breasts and pushed himself inside you. You gasped out loudly and he chuckled on feeling how you were still tight and clenching around him after his friend fucked you so hard earlier.

“you are taking me so well, princess.”

His pace was deeper and faster from the start and your sensitive bud was throbbing in pain. Skin slapping sound and his skill-full fingers drawing pattern over your curves and hands sliding smoothly all over your body. Your whines and his moans getting louder with each passing second and he leaned down to peck you. You opened your eyes and wiggled your hands from, under the grip of Mark’s strong hold. Your weak hands slid down Jaehyun’s soft skin and you smiled.

“Jaehyun…”

Why are you even smiling? He took a hold of your wrist and placed a kiss on your fingers.

“You are really pretty, Y/n…you were always pretty.”

He finally connected his lips with yours and you moaned into his mouth when he hit a right spot, making you arch into his body. Your hips moving up and down to get him more-close to you. As if it was even possible. He pressed you down and there was a sweet rhythm to the movement of his lips and hips.

You were lost in the kiss and gasping for air but he was sucking you so hard that the little air left inside you would be sucked out. He finally pulled apart and thrusted deeper. When you let out a broken moan, his hands moved up to grip your throat and with a moderate pressure, he pressed it tight.

“The innocent little sister of Taeyong is whining with my fingers wrapped around her throat and getting fucked. What will your brother think of you getting fucked by his best-friend?”

You couldn’t reply but mumbled something. Mark laughed and patted your head.

You whined and gasped. Your one hand gripped his wrist and other wiggling under his strong hold on your wrist. His mouth skillfully working on your nipples, leaving bruise marks around it. It was too much. You were overstimulated by all these pleasures in different parts. The pace became sloppy and both of you were near the edge.

“if you want to cum then cum. Cum on my dick and paint me white.” He said and put a little more pressure on the side of your throat. His voice vibrating on your nipples and his hot breath hitting around the sensitive area.

You gasped and let it loose as soon as his words fell from the lips. He thrusted faster and you whined. After a few more thrusts, he bottomed down into you. “fuck-“

 His hands were at the same place but weakly holding you, his head resting on your breast and he placed a soft and long kiss on your nipple before retreating himself.

Vulnerable was not a word for you. You were broken. Your body, your pulping veins, your sensitive used spots and your mind. Your broken voice couldn’t even dare to speak up anything more.

Mark.

You didn’t know what were the thoughts running through his mind. His two other friends were just monster fuckers. Thinking about him fucking you after they caught you moaning out his name was scratching a mark direct to your core.

You expected Jaehyun to leave but he propped himself on the sofa and leaned back with closed eyes and heaved a sigh.

Was he regretting?

Your attention was brought to Mark when he gripped your jaw and pulled your face to the side to face him. He was smirking unlike before when he was sweetly smiling at you. His jeans was long forgotten lying down on the floor and he pulled down the boxer. Your burning body was sensitive to a little amount of air caused by the swish of movements around you.

He was still sitting to your side, hand gripping your jaw. Your weak hands held his wrist dearly.

“mark…please fuck me.”

He poked his cheek with the tongue, “why? Didn’t Jaehyun gave you the satisfaction and also Johnny?”

As if on cut Johnny entered the room in a fresh set of trouser and a plain white t-shirt. He propped himself beside Jaehyun.

“What’s with my name?” Johnny’s voice made you squirm.

“I want you…no I need you, Mark. Please.” You literally begged. His smirk widened.

He suddenly hovered on top of you and you were surprised by his sudden fast movement. He was excited. Something in him shifted when you begged to him. He was no more that soft and excited friend like last four days. In front of you was a hungry monster who was ready to devour you.

His hands trailed down your curves. He pushed your legs up and watched how your hole was leaking down the juices and he groaned to the sight. He pushed up your swelled breasts and pumping them, earning whines and moans from you. Your tears were the most beautiful thing to him at the moment.

His hands trailed higher and rested on your jaw, fingers caressing your cheek. Your tired eyes still locked with his hooded ones.

“you will show me how you were moaning my name with this pretty mouth. Okay?”

You nodded. He slapped you and gripped your jaw.

“Okay?”

“Yes…Mark…I will show you...please…”

No prep was needed and so he pushed your legs apart as far as possible. He slowly entered you and your gasp got lost into his mouth when he pressed down his lips to you. Just like others, his kiss was also reeking of alcohol. You were getting drunk just by their kisses.

His kiss was between of hunger and making love. Once he was being a sweet kisser and the next moment, he was eating you out. His teeth sucking yours making it a plump.

His movements were slow. Too slow. You wanted more but the way he slapped your pussy when you moved up, you knew he was not giving you what you wanted.

He broke the kiss but his lips never left your heated skin, his lips pressing soft kisses on yours and trailed down to your jaw and then to the crook of your neck.

“Mark…”

“So that’s how you sound like baby…fuck…you are sucking me in so good...you sound so sexy...”

“More please…please Mark.”

You were crying and repeating his name like a chant. It was making him painfully hard to control himself not to cum again and again into you. His one hand pumping your breast and other caressing your head. He leaned to attach his lips to your left out nipple.

Every second was like a rising of burning flame. Your body was on fire. He was overstimulating you to hear his name from your lips on repeat. He didn’t want to end the moment so fast. He could hear your moans all day long if its need to fuck you everytime. His one hand dipped down to rub on your bud and you cry out before Johnny inserted a finger into your mouth. You quickly wrapped around his fingers to suck for your dear life.

“don’t want to let this whole floor know that how good your brother’s best friends are fucking you, right?” he asked you mockingly.

Mark added, “Taeyong might can wake up too.”

They laughed to see you in mercy of their friend and tears falling continuously from the eyes.

“Ah fuck- baby…fuck…are you near?”

You couldn’t reply when the finger was deep down your throat.

Mark swatted the hand away and gripped your jaw.

“Do you want to cum?”

Your vision was blurry but still you nodded and replied, “yes…yes Mark…please”

“then cum and say my name.”

You did as he told you. Your vision was white and your whole body jerked.

He was thrusting deeper and faster and soon he was panting on top of yours and hot liquid filling you up.

The same euphoric feeling rising up to your fuzzy mind.

Mark laid down beside you. You both were tired but no one was as compared to you.

“I guess someone is tired for the first time while on a vacation.” Johnny smiled at you before patting your head.

You dreamily smiled and nodded.

He asked Jaehyun to go back to his shared room with Taeyong or he might could get in trouble if Taeyong sees him missing in the room. He sent a smile towards you before laving with Johhny. It was only you and Mark.

“I will take care of you. I have promised, Taeyong.”

he promised Taeyong.

He let you sleep and as promised, he cleaned you up before cleaning himself. He tugged you to sleep. Before leaving the room, he watched you for a while how you were sleeping peacefully and something inside him was tugging not to leave you alone. But there was no choice. He turned off the lights and left the room with interlocking it.

He is just your brother’s best-friend.

.

.

.

The next morning when your mind registered that you were awake, you didn’t open your eyes. The first thought came to your mind was that you were all alone. They all just left you after fucking. You clutched the blankets tight, you cried silently. Was it just all about one night? Nothing more? Today you have to pretend as if nothing happened last night. Silent tears fall from your eyes.

“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” Taeyong’s worried voice and a warm hand on your cheek reminded you of their lingering touches on your skin.

You didn’t want to open your eyes. Even if you wanted to think of that as a dream but the soreness and the paining aches all over your body would be giving you reality check. Still. You didn’t want to worry your brother so you slowly looked at him and he was sitting by the side of your head, smiling a little.

“when I woke up, Jaehyun told me that you are feeling sick since last night and I was drunk so he took care of you.” He innocently said.

Took care of you.

Huh! And then left…

You nodded.

“You are crying…is your headache worse…do you need medicines?”

“headache?”

“yeah…he told me not to disturb you today. It’s better to let you rest for a while.”

Yeah. Headache. Rest for a while.

The words were not setting in right places.

He stood up, “I have to meet an university friend today who works at a company here so we are going to hang out today. So take some rest. Just call me if you need anything or I will tell one of them-“

“No I will call you.”

“Okay, see you later.”

And he turned to the space to get out of your room from where they all went last night. You didn’t hear your door closed but heard some talking between your brother and Johnny. His voice tugged at your heart. You were sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard. You looked down to yourself wearing a t-shirt and shorts. A tear fell on your hand.

Why were you even crying?

It was all about you four being horny last night. Nothing more.

The close of door shut jolted you. You still didn’t look up but closed your eyes to let yourself understand that you shouldn’t be so sensitive of having sex with them.

“y/n…”

Did you hear right?

No no you were dreaming.

“y/n…are you okay?”

You looked up to see Mark looking at you with hurtful eyes. Is he regretting for the last night?

You didn’t reply. Two more figures emerged from the corner, what were they doing at door for so long.

“why are you here?” you whispered out the words.

“Isn't this the same thing you asked last night?” johnny stated.

You watched his movements when he came beside you and sat down to pat your head and comb your hairs with his long fingers. You fought back the urge to lean to his touch. Jaehyun sat to your other side and caressed your cheeks.

More tears streamed down your eyes.

Jaehyun wiped them off. “Why are you crying?”

“Don’t give me false hopes. I know you all are regretting for the last night and so you left or maybe you see it like a regular fun but please I…I don’t know how to feel now.”

“then don’t fight back.” Johnny said without any emotion visible.

Mark added, “y/n…it’s a very complicated situation we are in…we are your brother’s best friends and you are his sister. If somehow this last night becomes a problem between us then the friendship will be hampered. You are our friend too.”

Mark scooted closer to you.

“you all were the first ones to have sex with me…”

They didn’t reply but suddenly Mark pulled you in his embrace. You could feel a different set of hands caressing your back. You started crying in his hold. He patted your head.

“I know... you know we were never your friends but still we admired you since you were a baby. We have watched you every time how you whined for little things, your giggles, your sweet smile, your annoyed face whenever we showed up at your house and when your brother teasing you. Our eyes were always on you.” Mark words were dipped in softness.

You whispered, “I thought you all hated me.”

Johnny laughed, “never. It was your brother who never wanted us to be near you. He thought that his little sister should not be near us. He is good brother. He loves you a lot.”

He really is.

“I don’t want to leave you all after yesterday. I know I’m being selfish but I really don’t know why I'm feeling this but I cant handle if you all leave me.” You said and turned to rest two of them from Mark’s embrace, Jaehyun’s hands fall from your back.

Jaehyun added, “we don’t want to leave you too. Yesterday when I saw you in that state, I felt a possessiveness inside me that no one should get to look at you and I own you. So…..”

He looked at everyone and sighed.

“so?..” your soft voice tugged at their heart.

Johnny completed his sentence, “so we need to have a talk with Taeyong.”

“You all will?” you were surprised.

Mark turned you around, “don’t you want us? Or do you want only me?”

“All three of you. Call me selfish but I love you all.”

“We love you too, y/n. promise. we will take care of you.” Johnny said and placed a kiss on top of your head.

“she is still a baby.” Jaehyun said and laughed loudly.

The others also joined in. You clutched to Mark’s shirt and smiled a little before snuggling into the smell of his cologne.

Your brother kept you away from them. But then you became too close to them. Closer than being just friends. The foreign swaggers is your new memory of your holidays. It was meant to be a family holiday like every year. but this was different and the best.

Also, you don’t hate your brother’s best friends like you thought.

They are no more just your brother’s best friends. They are your hearts: the foreign swaggers.

Are you going to regret it?

thank me coz i was going to end it on a sad note but then I thought to make it a bit emotional and happy in the last moement.

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Yes, Noona?

Request: "Hyuck as bf with a noona!! but he's dom in bed and a sunshine in front of others hahaha"

Pairing: bf!Haechan x f!reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, romance

W.C: 1.5k

Warnings: Explicit themes, DOM!Hyuck, sub!reader, Noona gf and younger bf, nipple play, kissing, crying, begging(not literally), Hyuck being sarcastic as usual and Mark as third wheel lol.

Networks: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity

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His Noona.

You have been always referred as his noona. He has always been a nerdy and bright student all his life and you are always standing proudly beside him with a bright smile on your face for his success. Well whatever he achieves, his first intention is to go to a bakery shop to buy a cake and then your favorite flowers and hurriedly make a run to your apartment to give you the news and celebrate.

You have adored him, well also admired him a lot since then. His bestfriend or his only hyung, Mark Lee who was your classmate made it possible to you to meet him first time. one day when you were hanging out with in Mark's house. Haechan also came who bought some snacks and when he entered the door, his eyes locked with yours.

First he was so awkward and smiling at you timidly but the moment you smiled, as if something inside him shifted.

"You are so pretty, Noona." He sat beside you and leaned back into the sofa. When you felt his presence beside you and his compliment made you smile, you turned towards him, his eyes were already on you.

"Aw...Hyuck, thank you. I'm glad to get such a compliment from my little one."

He smirked at you and you already know that something stupid was going to spit out his mouth. Before he could speak a single word, you pushed a slice of pizza into his mouth.

He grumbled at your action while chewing it and you laughed at him loudly.

The thing you didn't notice was that his lustrous eyes with a little smile in the corner of his lips were staring at you.

He is a bright sunlight in the trio of you, him and Mark. The younger one is sometimes so cocky and sarcastic that he won't let anything to get slide without making a stupid remark.

You have babied him a lot. You always look after him like he was your little brother and when you gradually became his bestfriend. You both were like inseparable ones. You also got to know about his clingy side. Him whining for your attention all the times and then when you push him away jokingly, he would give you a hurt look.

Sometimes you are really surprised with his sudden change in mood.

"Don't tell me you are sulking because I didn't take you to the cafe." You raised your brows at him from across the room.

As soon as he nodded, your eyes went wide.

"Mark was busy yesterday and when I thought to go to your place, you were not there."

"You know my place?"

"Yeah. I have once followed Mark." He stayed proudly, leaving you in disbelief.

"Don't say anything more. You are creeping me out."

He laughed when you cupped your cheek and turned towards the laptop.

Even if he is making up the fact that he got to know your address being a stalker behind Mark. He is actually more than that. To your oblivion he has been all around you for a while. He knows everything about you, things which you yourself is unaware of.

As the days went on, you both grew closer together and Mark got to get a hold of the tensions between you both. He is always being aware of Haechan's feelings towards older girls and he was quite shock when you two get along with each other and started being best friends.

He didn't know about you and seeing you were so friendly with younger guy surprised him but when one day you both confessed to each other and of course keeping the older one as third wheeling in between. He was sure that both of your life was going to take a turn.

Even though Haechan is younger but you can still feel his possessiveness and dominance over you. You didn't mind the sudden change of his moods and you used to shrug it off as a way of ignoring but this sparked an intense energy in him.

"You didn't tell me that you are going to attend the party. I could have come along with you. Or are you just keeping something secret?"

You frowned at the thought, "what secret? And it's just a reunion party with my friends. What to tell you about it, nothing."

"Y/n." After you both have started dating, he calls you by your name but still he uses the word Noona very often but hearing your name in this sudden tone made you gulp. "Is Renjun coming to the party?"

And you know why. You nodded slowly when he suddenly smirked and cockily walked away.

His actions and other activities were still similar from his teenage days and let's add his possessive tendencies over his girlfriend and that's you.

If he is laughing with his friends group, of course he is the mood maker of the group and the one to annoy everyone with his sassy little comments. But a single remark about you will snap him out. He won't show it in front, maybe he will.

One day he grabbed Renjun's collar when he addressed that you could be his girlfriend instead and it would have been better. He snickered when he saw the reaction on Haechan's face.

Apart from the bubbly Haechan, the sunshine. There's something else to notice about him that is his other side, Hyuck.

Just the opposite to his appearance in public.

Even though he looks like a lovely guy when hanging out with you or spending time with you in the living room. You can't really match the two persons —- Haechan in public and Hyuck behind the closed doors of bedroom.

"Haechan—"

"It's Hyuck...noona." He chuckled when he hovered on top of you. Your throat already being rough with earlier activities and hearing him calling you Noona made you clench around nothing.

He was enjoying the sight of you being so impatient and your hooded eyes staring at him, literally begging at him.

"Aw...Noona...won't you scold me?" He flicked a nipple making you moan and squirm under his hold. You shook your head as your hands were already tied to the headboard.

"Use your words." He leaned forwards and whispered in your ears, "Noona..." he breathed out the word, goosebumps spread over your body and you whined for him.

His breaths hitting against your heated and over sensitive skin and getting bruised by his attacks with hickeys and kisses.

You previously like earlier days in the relationship were a lot nervous about him in sexual activities. Even if you are the older one but you can't take control over him because you are so shy about having the intimacy with him. But, don't worry because the menace was waiting for this exact opportunity to get hold of and finally he got it when he got to know that his only Noona who is daring to everything is nothing but a shy and sub to him.

"Hyuck...please I can't." Tears slid down from side of your eyes and he kissed the tearline before putting his attention on the breasts. Your body arch into his warm and torturous mouth but filling you up with the pleasures.

"Have patience, Noona...don't wanna get punished, right?" He snuggled his face down into your chest.

You shook your head roughly and soon you felt him teasing your entrance but he quickly pushed down your hip still to the bed and laughed at your whines.

You cried with the unbearable pleasure and his laughter filled the room.

"Please..." you mumbled something after it but his rough kiss muffled the words into his mouth. The intense yet a sweet kiss filled with passion, love and longing made you yearning for more when he broke it apart, saliva lining both your lips.

When you will be distracted, he would take it as the chance to finally enter you and push himself inside of yours into every corner, stretching every inch of your skin until you are begging and crying for him to stop.

It makes you wonder sometimes how he is the younger one and you the older one.

"No more Haechan please...please..."

"Yes, Noona?"

He will act as if he can't hear you but oops he is not having any intention to stop when he got the taste of you and feeling so good when you are tightly wrapped around him.

And he will repeatedly call you 'Noona' to make you come for the nth time that night.

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I hope you liked it.

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Poisoned Love

Pairing: bff! Renjun x f!reader x bff! Haechan

W.C: 10.5k

Genre: Yandere, Friends to lovers, SMUT

Warnings: Pervert! Hyuckren, Dom! Haechan, Dom! Renjun, manhandling, toxic ex, possessive, restraining acts, obsession, anonymous messages, calls, texts, gifts, threats, crying, scared, privacy invasion, gaslighting(?), pwp (don't do it sillies), oral(f. Rec.), fingering, nipply play, cum as lube, praising, sucking, biting, double-penetration, lots of kissing, anal sex, finger sucking, multiple sex scene, forgot to add anything? maybe

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LOVE @renjunnnaaa

Network: @kvanity-main

MINORS DONT INTERACT UNDER THE POST 🔞

"I told you not to put those choco chips now. Those were supposed to be the last step." The older boy grumbled and placed the bottles on the countertop, before glaring at the younger one who started laughing all of a sudden.

"you think I have put those in the mixture?" the younger one smirked and took away a bottle from the row. The other one cursed him in his head for disturbing him at every step.

The younger leaned against the counter and pulled out his phone with a smile. He seemed too excited about what he was about to do. The older one hit his bicep and glared, "then where is it?"

"in my tummy." He said but didn't glance at the furious boy who was about to kill him with the knife beside him.

He stared at him in disbelief, "seriously?" The younger one nodded and smiled at the small screen in his hand and this made the boy beside him to snatch away his phone and was about to throw it away when they heard their house bell ringing.

It was not like usual but someone was desperately pressing the switch as if they got attacked by someone or being chased by a mad dog. Haechan, who was near the kitchen door, quickly stepped towards the grand living room and then walked towards the door. He didn't hesitate to waste any time to open the door because if the person outside was a possible threat, then the guard must have informed him about it but without any commotion from anyone, he opened the door.

Two arms wrapped around him and someone's face was pressed against his chest. The familiar touch and the soft voice calling out his name, "Haechan...." was enough to make him realize the person who was hugging him. He raised a hand and stroked her hairs while the other hand pulled her inside the door, before locking it behind him.

Renjun was standing in a distance from both of them and when he noticed the figure in his hold, his eyes went wide and quickly stepped forward, "what happened?" he patted her back and caressed her to calm her down because she was too scared of something and clutching the younger male's shirt tightly in her hold.

"y/n...tell me what happened?" Haechan whispered the words, not wanting to raise his voice higher than that volume. You didn't pull apart when he tried to look at your face so he guided you to the sofa and made you sit with him. Renjun stood in front of you with folded hands. When he noticed a maid passing by the stairs, he called her and asked her to prepare the cake from where they had left. She obligingly nodded and went towards the kitchen and his attention was again brought back to you when you spoke up.

Pulling yourself away from Haechan, you took deep breaths and bit your lip. He brushed your hairs back and pulled your face up by your chin and noticed your tear strained cheek and red eyes with red plump lips because of your habit of biting lips in nervousness, "tell me, y/n. Is it the same reason?"

He knew. Both of them knew. Renjun scoffed as soon as you nodded. The way you were scared and nervous, they were more furious. It's getting too much. They can't let you live like this with the same thing repeating without any trace of stop from the other end of causing this mishap.

"Heachan, we need to stop this. She has already been through so much and now..." the younger one nodded at his words and smiled at you while patting your head, "how about you freshen up? You look like a mess. You already have so many things, even a room for yourself so go upstairs. We will be there soon."

Renjun extended his palm for you to grab and you did it. Looking at his face, he was smiling all the way when you stood up and turned towards Haechan and exchanged soft smiling goodbyes, just to leave for your supposed room. Renjun was holding your hand as if you were the fragile doll, well to him you were, his precious angel. He always reminds you that even if your status doesn't match with his and Haechan, you will always be their bestfriend, his angel.

Leaving you inside the room, he jogged to where Haechan was.

Looking around the room, you felt like you were at home. Well, you feel safer here than being at your apartment all alone. They have asked you to move in with them so many times but your common phrase that you don't want to be a burden to them makes them irritated. Well, not really. They appreciate your choices and decisions but not when you are living out there scared of the shit going on in your life recently.

Taking the necessary things from the drawer for a shower and then when you opened the closet, you were surprised. There were a lot of dresses, each of them being your favorites but there were only a few last time. It must be because they bought all of these because of your nearing birthday. You shook your head, chuckled and stepped inside the bathroom.

Meanwhile, the two boys were preparing everything to take along with them to your room. For the dinner, they opt to have it with you in your room and their maids arrange it in the way to their liking.

Renjun didn't allow anyone to enter your room so he took the trays and entered the door. Haechan was carrying other necessary stuff like extra pillows and water bottles.

"Hey! Are you fine?" He greeted you with a warm hug after putting all the stuff on the couch. Renjun placed the tray on the center table and turned towards you two. "So, what should we do now? What about movies?"

You pulled apart from the hug to reply to the standing male beside the table, "um...I don't want to bother you two if you have something to do but......thanks for letting me come here."

"y/n, we have said this before. You are our best-friend and it's natural for you to come here. Even we asked you to stay here to move in but you are the one not listening to us." Renjun stepped towards you before saying those words and cupped your face to plant a kiss on your forehead. "Come on. Hop on the bed."

"Let's have our time, forgetting all those negativities. Just let it be how you are feeling with us." Haechan said and brought a spoonful of cake to your lips.

"I can eat." You chuckled but he shook his head and urged you to open your mouth, "no, tell me how is the cake? I made it for you."

"you knew I was coming?" you were surprised.

Renjun shook his head, "No. we would have sent you the cake as a surprise and I made the batter for the whole process and he had just put it in the microwave without choco chips."

Haechan glared at him when he continued spilling what the younger one was doing since evening. Your laughter filled the room with their giggles while moving from one topic to another.

For a moment, you forgot what was the reason you came knocking at their door.

Their actions were too sweet. Always, they treat you tenderly. As if you are a porcelain doll to them, making you feel like one of the sophisticated items from their household. Skinship is very normal between you three, not in a weird way but hugging, cuddling with each other or kissing the other one for reassurance regarding a thing is common. Mainly, you are the one who receives kisses from both of them a lot. You are the one who kisses when you are joking with them a lot and also, they are missing your funny side when you are so quiet today.

Scooting towards the bed frame, you sit in between them and notice the double toned hair boy to place the tray in front of you. Haechan pulled you to his side when he noticed you zoning out and rubbed your arms, "do you want to talk about it?"

You blinked and turned towards him, "why is he doing this?"

He hummed and nodded to himself, "knew he was crazy for you. You thought of him as the perfect boyfriend but look when you found out his real intention, he is pulling off this shit." He hugged you and kissed the side of your head, "but it's okay. We are here to keep you safe."

"I know. You are here, both of you but what if he does something more? What if he tries to harm both of you." You clutched his wrist which was around your collarbone.

Renjun sat in his place beside you and smiled while patting your legs, "he won't. you know, no one can do anything to us, so stop thinking about that shithead and let's enjoy our time."

Yeah. Why are you still thinking about him? it's just going to make you feel more stressed and then scared to be alone. Well, should you say something that's been bugging your mind since afternoon. You wanted to say this for the last few days but your hesitation and what if... you don't know what to think more but you just want to stay closer to someone who feels like family.

"I want to move in with you here."

>>>><<<<

You once had a family, a nice one but the sudden storm in your life snatched everything from you. Your teenage life and your happiness, everything was gone but these two met you at the park in the colony changed your life. Of course, it was nowhere near your mediocre environment but that day after having your part time job, you were strolling around the streets when you stumbled to the grand exposure to the park with a huge garden. The place belongs to all the luxurious apartments and their wealthy owners.

You were just crying to yourself when a boy extended a handkerchief towards you. "Haechan." That was the only introduction he had with you. When you hesitated and tried to stand up and look away, the one named Renjun pushed you down lightly and held your hands, "hey...what happened?"

Their soothing voices, warm lingering touches and soft smiles made you let your heart out to them. Since that day, you somehow bumped into each other a lot. Them arriving at your café, or pulling up in front of the university in a luxury car. Everything was surprising to you. You didn't want so much attention on you or never wanted to live like a wealthy person but you wanted to stay with people who will be close to you.

Honestly, the apartment where you stay is the one these two helped you to buy so that you don't have to stay in that previous old and rusted area. You were so happy that, with an affordable rent and two friends supporting you was enough to motivate you to move forward. They were literally a blessing in your life and your gloomy days were soon turning into the bright ones.

Not long enough after having those happy days with your two new best friends, comes your school crush, rather your childhood best friend, Wooyoung. The way your eyes went wide when you noticed him standing at your university gate with Bouquet of red roses and him dressed up in a black leather fit. You instantly ran up to him and hugged around his neck whispering, "I missed you, woo."

"I missed you too, baby."

And then you shared your whole life story with each other at a restaurant where he invited you for his success. He finally got his father's business position and now moving to this new city, he got to know about you from a common friend.

The daily meetups and the reunion of the friendship blooms into a new stage of bonding. The kindle of love. He was the first one to approach you with the proposal and to both of your surprises, you accepted it quickly. Why not? He was always the one to care for you, to be there for you and now, to love you. You are more than blessed to have three of them with you in your life.

But, as we know, the happy days don't last long enough. It's been six months you were dating Wooyoung, and once, Renjun suddenly told you that your boyfriend seems a bit unusual to him. you let him be assured that you know your boyfriend for too long and he can't be bad. He just nodded and smiled at you.

It was early in the morning that you woke up, all smiles and in a terribly good mood. You didn't have your university classes to attain so it was not a big deal to spend your day as a lazy one. You were in the middle of making yourself lunch when the doorbell rang. You quickly rinsed your hands and wiped them on your apron before going to open the door.

There was no one but when you were about to close it, there was a gift box and a rose Bouquet with a letter attached to it. You were hesitating to pick it up and noticed your name written on the red card with a silver glittery ink. Closing the door behind you, you placed yourself on the sofa with the gifts.

'Dear y/n,

You seem so happy and lively every day. Is it because of me? I think so. Well, I am sure it must be the reason. Who else is going to keep you happy like me?

Let's not talk about this surprise when we meet. I want to see you blushing while remembering my gifts. You can do this for me, right?

I love you so much.

From unknown (your love)'

"Unknown? Wooyoung is really weird sometimes and I love you too." You kissed the letter before sliding it on the table top and inhaled the sweet smell which was already spreading across your room from the flowers in your hold. Deciding a nice place for them, you picked it up and put it in the vase. The gift box had a ring inside it with one more letter telling you how perfect and beautiful you would look with it.

As he told you, you kept it a secret from him. Every day, you received many gifts from him and never for once, you raised the topic about the gifts.

. .

One day when you were holding hands and returning to your apartment, you suddenly blurted out, "Thank you, Woo."

he was surprised, "for what?"

oh, you almost mentioned the gifts, "for...for everything, Woo. Thank you."

He turned you around to face him and kissed your lips, "Thanks to you too for accepting my love."

Who knew after that day, your life was about to change.

He texted you the next day that he was going for some business programs with his dad to a different country and he won't be able to meet you for how long he doesn't know and even though you were sad, you texted him back with enthusiasm and being a supportive girlfriend, you appreciated his work.

It was afternoon and you knew the timing, his gifts. But he was not there, then?

You opened the door, greeting with a teddy bear and chocolates.

'Sorry, y/n. I know you are missing me but for the compensation. Here, a gift for you.'

You smiled while happily taking the teddy bear to your room.

But later in the day, you got more letters and more flowers and these ones were not the usual ones like other days. Now, everyday your excitement for the gifts were turning into a nightmare. It was about pure obsession.

The letters were all about questions related to why you were wearing the dress to the restaurant, why you are not going to the university or why you are still in your bed and not eating properly. How the hell does he know about this? You were scared and the closest person to share this was your two best friends.

"Are you sure, that's him?" Renjun asked you the question for the third time and exchanged looks with Haechan who was equally stressed like you. They were so annoyed with the fact that someone or rather your boyfriend was invading your privacy. Even when you were throwing away some letters without reading, he dared to threaten you. He even sent pictures of you doing your chores in your apartment.

"Who else would do that? It's clear that he is the one who knows everything about me. He is my boyfriend and it clearly mentions that whatever the person is telling or doing is for the lover. In some he even mentioned himself as my boyfriend and who else will know that he is out of town?"

Haechan patted your back, "it's okay, y/n. calm down for me. we will find a solution to it. We won't allow him to do anything anymore."

"I'm scared...what if he tries to do something more."

"You should break up." You looked up quickly towards Renjun hearing his words. He was staring at you as if he expected your sudden gaze on him. He raised a brow at you and you felt defeated when you didn't know what to reply to him. you should break up then what else is holding you back.

Well, the idea of breaking up was the only option that seemed right when after a few days, you got a call from Wooyoung, "y/n! have you received my gift?"

Gift. The word was so endearing and loving from his mouth but to you it was a curse. You nodded as if he could see you, well all those pictures, then he might see you right? You have searched for the hidden cameras and all with your best friends, but nothing you could find, then how?

"I want words, y/n. don't just nod."

Your eyes went wide and quickly you cut the call and threw it on the bed. How?

He called you again and again but you didn't pick up, you kept staring at the phone.

A message popped up in your phone,

'hey! I didn't mean to scare you. I thought you were nodding because I got the mail it had delivered.'

'I'm sorry, love.'

'Please tell me. Do you like it?'

Didn't mean to scare you......

You stared at the gift box in front of you. Didn't bother to open it but you texted him like usual 'yes' with emojis. He was too happy because of the way his next messages were flooding in your inbox.

.

.

.

It started to feel suffocated and exposed in your own apartment and your two best friends repeatedly inviting you to stay at their place. Yes, you gladly accepted it and started to spend most of the days at their house. Sometimes, having sleepovers and movie nights or you all going together for short trips for half of the day. Renjun showed you his recent paintings dedicated to you. You couldn't really decipher the meanings behind each of his paintings but still you liked it because his hard work behind it was showing.

Haechan learned some new recipes to cook for you and honestly, most of the time, he made a mess of them. Still, the love for you was showing in the work.

These two were actively keeping your mind off from the incidents happening back at your apartment.

Renjun was driving you to your apartment when he offered you again, "why don't you move in with us? It will be safe and easier for you."

"no. I don't want to be a bother. I should talk with him. Why is he doing this with me?  Hope, it can solve the problem." you looked down on your lap.

"and you think he will? Will he leave you after that? He is obsessed with you. His obsessions are clearly showing. A healthy relationship is not like this. when there's still time. Come out of it."

He pulled the car in front of your apartment and you nodded, "I will think about this. Thank you, Jun."

He nodded and patted your head, planting a kiss to the side, "take care and be safe. Call me or Haechan if it's too much."

You exited his car with a smile but your smile soon disappeared when you reached your doorstep. Again, those flowers and letters.

And this time a message popped up in your phone from an unknown id,

'How was the trip, love? Did you enjoy it? Are you missing me?'

You were so scared that you quickly dialed Renjun's number and he was quick enough to reach your location and engulfed you in a hug.

"It's okay. I am here. Don't be scared."

When he asked you for the keys, you shook your head. You didn't want to enter the door and whispered to him to take you somewhere else. And he did. He listened to your pleading, he himself didn't want to leave you there alone. So, he drove you to a cliff where you love the most to spend time talking about your life. This is the place where only three of you come often.

When you reached the place, you were surprised to see Haechan with a white leather jacket and Black jeans standing, leaning against his bike and you exited the car, only to run towards him, "Haechan..."

"Baby...are you okay?" his voice was soothing just like other times. His tone becomes sweeter when he speaks to you. He really treats you like a baby.

And the next day how you ended up at their doorstep, finally having too much of the threats and scared that he might pull up something more crazy.

They blocked his number and shifted all your things from the apartment to their house. Even, they managed to change your university classes to online. Haechan even bought you a new phone with a new number so that you don't have to feel scared of him texting you again.

Was it all over? Or something more crazy was supposed to happen?

>>>><<<<

It's been over six months, you are staying with them in their house, which they make you feel assured to think of yours too. But something, you did notice. Their skinship with you. The tension between you when either of them is too close to you. Why? You have a boyfriend. Well, maybe you had.

Then, what's this they are trying to show you? Trying to make you feel.

You were standing beside Haechan who was beside you cutting vegetables because last night, he decided to learn to make you a new meal which a lover should try to impress their crush.

"So, am I your crush?" you asked him and raised your brow when he blushed and turned away.

He shook his head while washing the knife, "keep quiet. I am doing something important. Don't distract me."

"So, am I your distraction?" you neared him and stepped beside him, leaning against the counter. "Tell me."

He glanced at you before placing the knife to the side and with a quick move, he caged you between his arms, trapping you between the counter and his body.

"Haechan..." you gasped because of his sudden action.

"Ask me the question again." his breath was near you, fanning your lips. His soft voice yet a tone of demanding was enough to make your breaths heavy. You averted your eyes away when he grabbed your jaw, "look at me and ask the question."

His lips were almost touching yours and the only thing that was crossing your mind was to kiss him. Why? You don't know. But you wanted to.

"Kiss me." you whispered the words, your mind going blank and your hands clutching the marble edge of the counter, nails colliding against the slippery surface and you bit your lower lip.

"Fuck, I would've never thought you wanted me in the same way I wanted you," he took your hand and pulled you towards him so your bodies were pressed together more. "So you are attracted to me too?" He whispers low in your ear, making your breath hitch.

"Well, I guess-"

"A direct one word answer is what I want." he cut you off, nibbling on your earlobe. "Are you enjoying this, y/n?"

"Yes," you answered him, finally relaxing in his arms. you held onto his shoulder to prevent yourself from collapsing, your knees feeling weak at his touch. "I love you."

He continued peppering your neck with soft wet kisses, his breaths fanning over it. You tilted your head to allow him more access. You placed a hand on his chest, then began to untuck his black shirt, both hands starting to roam under it.

His lips pulled your lips into a kiss, a soft sensual one. Never in a while, you thought to be like this with him and even going further into it.

At the same time, he was busy moving his hands up and down your sides, still moving his lips with the rhythm of yours. He grunted when your soft hands met his bare skin, his heart beating erratically. Tongues intertwining and hands roaming each other's bodies. You tugged his shirt eagerly and he helped you to take it off before throwing it away, he stopped you when you were pulling your shirt.

He wanted to do it on his own. He wanted to see you on his own.

He separated his mouth for a few seconds so he could take your shirt off. You admired his bare tanned chest and abs, not being able to keep your hands off him. He went to pull your pants off.

"Fuck...you are driving me crazy." He smirked and you were nervously looking at the door to see if anyone would accidentally see you in that position with him."don't worry, no one is at home. Not even Renjun."

Before you could say a word, he again dominated your mouth once again, making your mind go blank. His hands traveled to your ass, squeezing it. You moaned into the kiss, grinding against his still clothed hard-on. "Fuck, you're so hot," he grunted, gripping your ass harder. "He had this all to himself. Lucky bastard."

"I didn't fuck him." You whispered.

"Then am I the first one?" He smirked and held your chin upward. You nodded and shyly looked at him. "Words y/n.." he pecked your lips.

"Yes, Haechan. You are the first one. Please do something."

He lifted you by your thighs and placed you on the counter. You gasped when your lower half came in contact with the cold surface. He crouched down to kiss your belly. Your chest heaved up and down in anticipation as you felt his touch, trailing kisses starting from your ankle and going higher. you began squirming when the soft lingering touch of his lips reached your inner thigh. "Hae-Haechan..." your breathing labored.

He poked his tongue out to trace the edges of your underwear, dangerously close to your heat, but avoided the spot on purpose just to tease you a little longer. He is a tease and he is even proving it to you in this situation.

your hand grabs at his hair, the other gripping the edge of the counter. "please, stop teasing me," you whined, getting more and more frustrated.

He removed your panties with his teeth, staring up at your face, twisted in frustration. "God, I can't get enough of your look. You are perfect, y/n."

Your knuckles start hurting from the tight grip you had on the counter but it's the only thing that's keeping your grip strong because your grip on all other senses has been lost completely. Is it right to do this with your best-friend? But your body betrays you with the excitement building inside. You feel yourself attracted to him but...

You were distracted when you didn't notice that he parted your heated lips and inserted his index finger inside your lips, making you let out a choked up moan. It glided in easily, emitting a squelching sound as wetness surrounds it.

"Haechan, we should stop this. This is not right." you breathed out, sounding almost as if you were in pain.

Haechan, too preoccupied with his task, didn't even acknowledge your plea; he adds a second finger, watching how they get swallowed up by your heat. He began a scissoring motion, feeling your walls pulse around them.

" Fuck, Haechan...that- that's...more please" you cried out when you felt his thumb press on your sensitive clit. you breathe heavily, your skin sticky with sweat, legs shaking and fingers going numb from the grip on the marbled counter-top.

"I will give you more, baby." he kissed your belly and  nuzzled his face, his breath tingling against your hot skin. "Let's have the fun. I will give you everything, I promise."

When he couldn't take the insistent throbbing of his cock anymore, he stood and made quick work of lowering his pants and boxers. you whimpered at the loss of his fingers. He held your thigh with one hand and grabbed his length with the other, rubbing the tip against your wetness. "Tell me how much you want it, baby," he demanded and slid his cock against your clit.

"Want it so bad, need it, Haechan, please fill me up," you panted, swerving your hips.

"I want you too. So bad. My filthy girl. My princess is going to be mine." he unclasped your bra and quickly plopped a nipple in his mouth. You moaned out his name and grabbed his hair, his grunts vibrating against your skin. When he heard your plea to stop again, he chuckled against your chest while still licking and sucking your nipples, "don't fight yourself, princess. You know you want this. I know you want this. He couldn't have given you this like me." he bit your skin near the collarbone, "fuck...he should not have come into our life. I would have gotten you sooner."

your back arched off the countertop when the tip slipped in and he simultaneously groaned in delight. He pushed the rest in slowly, filling you up as promised. He leaned over your body to press his lips to your neck and leave wet kisses.

Both of your hands were buried into his hair, making it messier than it already was. He pulled away and pulled you a little closer to the edge by your thighs. you gasped and grabbed at the edge again to stabilize yourself. He pulled you in for a passionate kiss and he moaned into the kiss feeling you clenching around him. Your tears strained your face and this time, it made him smile because you were not crying because of that shit and his threats but because of him and his sweet tortures on your sensitive parts.

He gave you no warning before he pulled out, only leaving the tip in, and pushing back in.

he grunted, feeling the squeeze of those tight warm walls around him. "Shit," he swore, staring at your figure. His hands went up to squeeze your breasts and fickle your nipples, igniting your senses and making your body react to his touches more.

"You," Haechan praised, pushing in, "are...so...sexy" Each word was punctured with a powerful thrust, knocking the breath out of you beneath him.

His movements gradually started to get faster, his hands gripping your hips. He slowed down to put your legs over his shoulders and held on to your thighs instead, thrusting harder, reaching deep inside your warmth. "Haechan!" you clawed at his back, letting out lewd moans that mix with the sound of skin slapping on skin. he pecked your lips and smirked.

"Ah- Yeah, baby, scream my name! Let me hear you who's fucking you this good," He said in between thrusts.

"Haechan, yes, fuck me!" you repeated his name insistently, overcome with ecstasy.

he rolled his hips, grunting in pleasure each time. His tongue glided across his lower lip as he watched you with hooded eyes. Haechan moaned when your walls clamped down on his cock, pulsing around him, tightening and squeezing."Fuck!"

"y/n, so, so good, you are doing so good I'm so close, fuck!" your vision went white as you hit your high, body spasming with aftershocks and toes curling while your hips keep moving against his.

your orgasm along with your blissful facial expression triggered his own, causing him to release hot, sticky spurts of cum. He pulls out and jerks off over you, more coming out to paint your lower stomach.

he pressed an affectionate kiss on your leg that was still over his shoulder. "God, that was awesome," he breathed, running a hand through his sweaty black hair.

He helped you sit up comfortably before pulling you in for a heated kiss, your arms going around his broad shoulders. you sighed in satisfaction, softly dragging your nails down his naked back.

He bit your bottom lip in return, hands roaming your thighs. "Good?" Haechan asked you after pulling away. you nod in agreement, "all good."

He pulled his pants back up and stepped back to collect your disposed dress. He carefully dressed you back in your clothes, leaving the inner wears still on the floor. You didn't bother to wear it as you were going to shower anyways.

He kissed your cheek and you blushed, "I can't believe we just did that on my kitchen counter..." you hid your face in the crook of his neck. "but..I...it feels so wrong."

"Why?" He hugged your body and kissed your head. You murmured against his bare skin, "we are best friends and this feels so wrong...we are not even dating..."

"Will you let me be your boyfriend?" he pulled back to look at your face. Your surprised expression earned a chuckle and a kiss on your tip of the nose from him. You asked him softly, "are you serious?"

He nodded and pressed his forehead to yours, "yes. I am. Will you?"

"Y-yes. I can try."

He pressed his lips to you and whispered, "I promise I will treat you better than him. I love you."

."I love you too, Haechan."

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The sun shone brightly on the two figures lying comfortably in bed. Haechan blinked his eyes open and stretched, accidentally waking you up. you gently placed your hand on his cheek, caressing it slowly. You were still in disbelief after the last event.

"Good morning," he greeted in a gruff sleepy voice. The sound of his low voice made your cheeks heat up slightly as you smiled back at him with a greet. you both giggled and cuddled closer; your activities from the last evening had you both glowing in happiness and excitement.

"Sleep well, baby?" Haechan, stroking your hair. "hm, best sleep I've had in a while." you offered a small smile but he frowned. "What do you mean 'in a while'? Have you not been sleeping well?" He asked, concerned.

"It's not that... I just slept better since you were next to me," you buried your face in his chest in order to hide your embarrassment.

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Well that was not the end, even though you started dating Haechan. You could see Renjun was in a bit of a sour mood recently. Snapping at Haechan every now and then and sometimes, he even glares at you for no reason.

"Y/n...are you busy?" Renjun was standing at your doorstep, you plugged out your earphones and sat up properly and patted the place beside you. You shook your head and smiled, "no. I'm just chilling. Haechan said he will be coming home late. Why, do you need something?"

He stepped forward and locked the door behind him. Your eyes went wide in surprise, "Renjun?"

He chuckled and noticed a photo frame on a shelf beside him, you and Haechan smiling brightly at the camera. He himself clicked that picture for you two. He had also clicked a picture with you but why not he is there as well? Oh, beside it there is another picture but all three of you smiling, you in between staring at the camera and them staring at you.

"How are you and Haechan doing?" His slow steps made your heart beat fast. Your breath heaving with his low voice and chuckles in between his questions. You gulped and scooted towards the bed frame.

You managed to smile, "we are fine."

He placed himself beside you and scanned your body, in shorts and a short tee. You are really a tease. He thought to himself and his gaze darkened with the thought that you are dating his step-brother. You tried to move away from him when he held your wrist and pulled you in front, "where are you going?"

"no..I'm not going anywhere."

"Am I not good for you?" his dark voice and the tight grip on your wrist didn't let you avert your eyes away. He curled a lock of yours between his fingers and traced your face, "speak...angel. I know you can use your words." he kissed the tip of your nose and smiled.

"Yes, you are good." you breathed out the words. He pulled your ankles and wrist together towards him, a slow tug upwards made you sit on his thigh. Your legs folded by your knees and resting on either side of his leg.

"You know, haechan is not the only one who loves you in the way you are attracted to him." he leaned and whispered in your ears, "you don't know how bad I want you angel. I want to ruin the innocence of you." his breath tickling your earlobe and his teeth grazing over your back of the ears, where he pressed a kiss and trails down wet and sloppy kiss downwards to your neck and throat.

"R-Renjun...stop.."

He darkly chuckled in your ears and pulled apart to stare at your scared face, the look he is used to seeing because of the past incident of your obsessive boyfriend. He grabbed your wrist to bring your hand to his chest and leaned forward, "you didn't tell him to stop. And, look, do you feel the heart? That's beating for you my love."

"What do you mean?"

"I love you, y/n...please...I love you so much."

he pulled down the straps of your red tee, slipping them off your shoulders, unclipping the bra with one swift click and kissing the skin there. He moved lower to nip at your collarbones and you curled your hands above his chest, arching forward. He helped you slip your arms out, then proceeded to pull the fabric low enough along with your bra to expose your breasts. His head descended down to take a nipple into his mouth, making it harden as he swirled his tongue around it, gently toying with the other between two fingers. you squirmed, your chest rising and falling with every breath you took.

"Renjun, please..."

"It doesn't take much to have you begging, huh?" He teases, making you whine in response, "I'll have you begging even more in a minute, love."

Renjun kissed his way down your stomach, using his hands to pull down your shorts to reveal your panties. He pushed your knees apart, causing you to gasp in surprise. He pushed you down on the bed, your head hitting softly against the mattress. He traced his lips at the edge of your underwear, staring up at you with desire in his eyes; your reactions will never cease to entrance him. Them.

Your hands tightened in his hair, tugging at it softly as Renjun continued to tease you, softly nibbling at your thighs near the edges of your panties. he hooked his fingers through it and pulled it down your legs, taking it off and dropping it to the floor, leaving you bare apart for the tee bunched up at your waist.

your hands slipped out of his hair as Renjun scooted further down the bed, placing your legs over his shoulders. He kissed your inner thighs, tracing his tongue along your sweet skin before going even lower. you let out a loud gasp and your fingers twisted into the sheets when he licked at your heat. legs trembling with every contact of his tongue made with your clit. He held tightly onto your thighs, pressing his pointed tongue against your swollen clit in a teasing manner and flicking the little bud.

You were practically crying when Renjun pressed his tongue inside of you, slightly parting your walls. He looked up, seeing your face twisted in pleasure, panting and moaning as he thrusted his tongue inside your heat. He used one of his hands to rub your clit with his thumb and you whined loudly, trying to push your hips back against him.

"I want to cum," you stutter out, thrashing your head from side to side.

Renjun stopped all his movements to look up at you, "What's the magic word, baby?"

"Please," you begged, your hands pushing his head down. you couldn't take it anymore. you were so fucking close to the edge, you barely needed a push to reach your peak.

"You are so perfect, y/n."

He chuckled before diving back down to accomplish his task: he slurped and licked vigorously, swirling his tongue and flicking your most sensitive nerve. He pinned your hips to the bed to keep you from moving too much as he worked closer to orgasm. Renjun knew you wanted to cum before it even happened: the legs on his shoulders tighten around him and shake with the force of your climax, sending you crashing down.you pulled hard at his duo toned hair.

Soon after, your body turns slack, as if melted into a puddle. He kissed your inner thigh then your belly button and continued all the way up to your chest. He didn't waste any time removing the pant, throwing it to the side, he slowly pulled up his shirt above his head and your eyes locked at his chest, Renjun softly nips at the soft and supple skin of your neck, tasting the sweetness of it, inhaling the scent.

your hands held onto his broad shoulders and your nails dragged down his back when he finally pushed inside you, burying himself in your tight heat. He rolled his hips gently, enjoying the burning pleasure you brought to him.

"Y/n." He moaned in a low voice. you held onto him tighter, pushing back against him, trying to meet his gentle movements.

Renjun's hands roamed your body, caressing every curve of your form, leaving goosebumps in their wake. your breathing was erratic, heartbeat beating fast and loud in your own ears.

you could barely handle the way he was holding you close and making those erotic sounds right next to your ear. sweat slick bodies move in harmony, pushing and pulling, biting and scratching, lost in a flame of passion.

Renjun nipped softly at your throat then at your chin and finally your lips. He rubs your noses together affectionately and giggle at the sweet gesture.

No words were exchanged as you stared into each other's eyes, in the middle of your own little world, the only important thing being one another.

Renjun lowered your legs to around his waist and accelerated the cadence of his movements, already sensing you were close by the way you were gripping him even tighter.

The rhythm turned sloppy as you both chased pleasure, rocking against each other, holding on before finally letting go, flying high before spiraling down together and drowning in pure bliss. The heavy breathing fills the otherwise silent room and sweet kisses were exchanged along with soft touches.

Renjun hid his flushed face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent and letting his body relax but not resting his weight on you. He couldn't get his heart to slow down; the proximity and your delicate touch were almost too much for him to handle.

"Angel," he called breathlessly, snuggling into you underneath him, "I love you," he finally said. Laying on his side, he traced your face with his index finger, from your closed eyelids to your cheek to the bridge of your nose, admiring every detail of your angelic face.

The only response he got was your soft breathing.

Renjun smiled to himself, closing his eyes and drifting into a deep sleep beside you, holding onto you tightly in his embrace.

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"I'm sorry, Haechan." you were practically crying while hugging the boy in front of you and no matter how many times he did ask you about the reason, you were just clinging onto him and crying because of what you did last night.

He pulled you on his lap and rocked you in his embrace, "shh...baby tell me, what happened?" he kissed your head, "did he contact you again?" you shook your head and buried your head into his chest. "Then is it about, Renjun?"

You quickly looked up to him. Does he know what you did last night? He really answered your question as if he could read your mind.

"I know what happened yesterday." he combed your hair back and traced the purple and red marks on your skin around the neck and the exposed body parts. "If you are thinking, I'm angry with you. No, I'm not."

"Haechan?"

He smiled and pressed his lips to your temple, "I love you, princess. He loves you too. We both know our weakness for you. Because of this, we decided to have you as ours. But we were doubtful about you. How you will react and after yesterday. I'm sure you don't have a problem accepting him." he pecked your lips, and whispered into it, "Do you have a problem with this?"

"But this is wrong."

He chuckled and grabbed your neck softly, yanking your head back soft enough not to hurt you, his gaze darkened but quickly vanished with a smile appearing on his face, "you are doing no wrong, baby. This is what you want."

You were staring at his face. His words and his actions were more dominant than other days. As if he was punishing you for your deeds with his brother but also, holding back himself because that's the thing he wanted too. Or rather agreed to.

"I promised you. I would keep you safe and would protect you from everything then, why are you so afraid?" he leaned to your ear and said in a low voice, "Be brave, be strong, but take it easy. No rush baby. I know you got this."

"I love you, Haechan." you murmured and he kissed your earlobe, humming in satisfaction before returning to your lips. " You know I love you so much, right princess?" he pressed his lips to you and pulled your hair back to kiss your throat and left behind sucking on the spots.

You nodded and he asked you softly, "you will let Renjun join now?" you nodded and your mind was going blank under his sweet tortures of his mouth and hands roaming around your body. Your groans when he was pulling your hair earned chuckles from him.

He took his time teasing you, biting and nibbling and licking every sensitive part of your body, teasing you relentlessly until you were a hot whimpering mess.

You heard the door creaked open and noticed Renjun walking in, his eyes filled with lust and hunger for you. His each slow and cautious step made you squirm under Haechan's hold. He reached near the bed and pulled his belt around from the waist and tied your hands together to prevent you from moving them. your hands were by the top of your head.

"Renjun...why?" your voice was not recognisable, whether you were asking or pleading to him. He leaned forward, placing his palm on the mattress and smirked, "I haven't touched you yet but still you are begging."

Haechan pushed your top upwards revealing your body bare underneath. He quickly leaned down to trail wet kisses on your stomach, chest and flicking the nipples with his fingers and swirling the other one with tongue. Most of your body was already littered in little dark marks left by him. you squirmed as he continued his slow tortures, claiming you with love bites.

"I want you to do exactly as I say. Got it?" Haechan said in between kisses, looking at you expectantly afterwards. You nodded and when you tried to bring your hands down, Renjun caught them and glared, "did I tell you to move them?"

You shook your head frantically and whined, "No." Renjun discarded his pants and shirt, only in his boxers placed himself on the other side of you to claim your lips, holding your tied up wrist in place and other hand twirling the hardened nipples.

Haechan sat on his knees and palmed himself over the sweatpants and stared at you both. "Good girl. Now, spread your legs for me."

You did as told, spreading your legs with little resistance. He bit his lip at the sight, getting turned on. "Damn, that's hot," he gets on top of you, pressing himself against you. Your breathing stopped for a split second when both of them were right in front of you.

"You are ours, y/n. No one can take you away from us." Renjun said and kissed your cheek.

Haechan placed a light kiss on your nose, cheek then chin before descending lower.

"Please..." Upon hearing you beg, Haechan wasted no more time before diving into your heat, slipping in one finger and then followed by another. He made sure you were enjoying yourself by watching your facial expressions, grinding against the mattress at the same time to relieve his erection.

Your fingers clenched, twisting and crumpling the sheets when Renjun suddenly intertwined your pinned hands with his, your thighs squeezing around Haechan's hand involuntarily, the pleasure driving you almost wild. your breathing comes out in little gasps and your chest heaves up and down as Renjun continues flicking your most sensitive bud in hard circles, his tongue gliding easily across it. you could feel the familiar fire in the pit of your lower stomach blazing up. Just as it's about to explode, Haechan comes to an abrupt stop.

"Why?" you managed to whine through your heavy breathing.

"I like teasing you, baby. I like seeing you desperate and begging for my touch. Princess, you look so hot tied up like this, under my control. God, I wish you could see yourself from my eyes." you rubbed and squeezed your thighs together to ease the throbbing between the legs.

Haechan's dirty words, Renjun's manhandling, their rough voices and the animalistic looks in their eyes were making you feel things you never felt before. They were going crazy for you. The girl they dreamt of having for themselves was under their watch, their control, squirming and begging for them.

"I could just watch you all day." Renjun said and inhaled your scent from the crook of your neck and Haechan pulled down his boxers and took his erection in his hand, staring at you as he slowly moved his hand along his length.

Renjun continued whispering to you, he was enjoying watching you squirm and beg under his hold, "yes, angel. You are doing so good for us."

"Please, I can't! Make me cum..." you could hear the sound of him jerking off and making you even more desperate; they were free to do whatever they wanted while you had to take whatever they gave you.

"Aww, is my baby getting impatient?" The male above you smirked as he sees this and intentionally lets out loud groans, "Fuck..." He could hear you whining and the face you made looked like you were in pain. Renjun starts thrusting into his tight first, dangerously close to the edge. He bit his lower lip and forced himself to stop.

"Tell him what you want, angel."

"Fuck me. Ruin me, make me cum," you begged. you had never been more desperate in your entire life than in this very moment.

Haechan leaned over your body to leave more hickeys on your neck. "Mmh, baby is so wet for me," he said, running his fingers through your folds. He aligned himself with your heat and rubbed his length on your clit. You trembled at the sensation, trying to get him closer to you by wrapping your legs around his waist.

Haechan held onto your thighs to bring you closer and easily inserted himself inside your heat. You both moaned in unison as he pushed in slowly and dragged his cock back out before pushing back in and repeating. "Fuck."

None of your senses seemed to be working as you continued whining loudly and thrashing your head with your eyes closed, paying no attention to the almost crazed look on their faces.

"Baby, so good. Fuck, You are a poison to my mind. A sweet poison." He pronounced every word with a hard thrust, making it difficult for you to speak; you couldn't focus on anything around you, too overwhelmed by all the different sensations taking over your body. you pulled at the leather belt, nails digging into the palms of Renjun's hands.

The said man cursed in your ear, he quickly held himself up and spread his cum on your chest.

The man above you slowed down to a complete stop, making your eyes shot open. "Stop doing that, damn it!" you yell out in frustration.

you suddenly gasped in surprise when Haechan spanked your asscheek. "I'm in control here so I do as I please. Disrespect me again and I will leave you on the edge." With wide eyes, you nod frantically at the seriousness in his voice. "Answer me."

You swallow hard, flustered, "Yes."

"Behave, y/n." Renjun said beside you and pulled you in a deep kiss, muffling your noises. Haechan slowly starts thrusting again, making you choke on a moan. "God, that feels so good."

"Good. keep making those noises while I fuck you." Haechan didn't waste any time before he resumed thrusting inside at a fast pace, making you let out loud surprised moans. your hips clashed as he pounds into your wet heat, orgasms drawing closer.

" yes" you chant, followed by a series of moans. The noises made him lose control, letting out deep growls as he held onto your thighs for support and rams into you without mercy.

The bed squeaks in time with his rhythm, the sound being accompanied by the labored breathing, moans and grunts. Haechan slowed his pace but went deeper, one hand going to rub your clit to finish you off.

He grinds against you as your walls pulse around him, triggering his own climax. He quickly pulls out and releases his thick load all over your lower belly.

"Mhm, fuck yeah," Haechan leaned forward to kiss you shoulders, sticking his chest to you and nuzzling into the nape of your neck. When you try to speak something, he pulls you in for a kiss. The slow, lazy and affectionate kiss and you smiled in between.

Haechan pulled away from you, leaving your body feeling slightly cold under the touch of his brother, "Lay on the bed and spread those beautiful legs for me," Renjun ordered, licking his lips.

you, as always, followed the orders given to you but not without feeling a little embarrassed; Renjun liked the way you were complying to his orders and he smirked seeing your movements under his control.

As soon as you were lying comfortably on the bed, he went to situate himself between your legs at the foot of the bed and pulled you closer by thighs, kneading them. "Look at me," he continued giving orders, the authority in his voice making you shiver.

you lifted your upper body with the support of Haechan in order to see him, Haechan untied the belt from the wrists and your eyes widened as you watched him lift his middle and ring finger to his mouth, coating them thoroughly in saliva. your chest rises and falls rapidly as you keep watching him, while he just stares back at you with that wild hunger in his eyes, moving his tongue teasingly. He then pushes the two slick digits inside you, easing them into your wet entrance. you gasp and throw your head back into Haechan's chest, unable to control your body's response, and Renjun stops halfway, "Keep watching."

Haechan laughed and his laugh vibrated on your back. He held you down on your place, pinning your body against his chest, his length poking behind your lower back and the pleasure in front was driving you crazy. "She will be gone soon. My baby is loving this." Haechan said and laughed at your weak body in his hold.

Forcing yourself to not succumb to the pleasure Renjun was making you feel, you look at him again, licking your suddenly dry lips. Renjun's eyes flicker downwards to watch his fingers get sucked up all the way to the knuckles, his dick throbbing in want. He starts moving them in and out, scissoring them and stretching the tight walls.

you watch with hooded eyes the way his tongue pokes out from in between his teeth as he concentrates on his task, fingering her expertly.

"I want you to hold it in if you are near. Think you can do that?" you nod with furrowed eyebrows, whimpering in pleasure as his long fingers continue working their magic; they glide easily thanks to how wet you were, aroused by his dominant behavior. Haechan was trailing kisses along your neck and throat, often turning your mouth to kiss your lips.

Once your thighs start squeezing around him and you buck your hips, Renjun knew you were close to the edge. He moved his hand to replace it with his length and started to move a little faster, his warm breath hitting close to your nipples, when he sucked on them afterwards.

His hand left your thigh to go towards his mouth and he sucked on his fingers to taste you, tongue swirling around it before pulling it out and pressing it against your neglected clit. You were so into it that you didn't notice Haechan collected some of your arousal and started spreading it to your hole from the back and when you whined, he pushed himself from behind you. Renjun holding your body close to him and caressing your back. "Shh...that's it. You are doing so good for us."

Haechan groaned and held you still, the other male also stopping a bit to make you adjust, "relax. You are taking us so well. Good, baby." He caressed your sides. He planted a kiss on your shoulder and the other one who was still holding you close, kissed on your crown of the head. They started moving again, each cautiously looking at your expression, alert for your discomfort and they will stop. Haechan grabbed your breasts and squeezed them and Renjun grabbed your hips, you were clutching onto both of them for dear life.

your arms give out simultaneously as your legs begin to shake almost violently, white flashing behind your tightly closed eyelids, a loud and obscene moan leaving your lips. your back arches off the chest behind you as you are brought to the highway to heaven., tears spilling from her eyes and hands gripping him, nails digging into his skin.

"Please!" you cried out, whining loudly afterwards. your body wanted to scoot away and get closer at the same time, torn between the two. you panted in exhaustion and your body relaxes once they had stopped. they placed soft kisses all over your body, pulling out slowly. 

They lay you down between them and Haechan's hands comb through your hair while you stare at the ceiling absentmindedly, catching your breath. He whispered, "Happy birthday, Princess. I love you the most."

Before you could reply to him, Renjun turned your face towards him and kissed your lips, "Happy Birthday, Angel. I love you so much."

You glanced at the clock and it was 12' o clock, your birthday. "Thank you. I love both of you" you smiled sweetly at both of them.

"So, how was that? Feel good?" Haechan asks, a cocky smirk on his face.

"Of course it did... but " you trail off, making Haechan's smile fade into worry, "But?"

"But is it okay for us three to be together?" you asked, your face becoming warmer as you confess.

you had never done anything like this before, so you felt as if you were doing something wrong or must have gone crazy that you were liking all these things

."Don't worry, y/n, we'll be perfect with each other, promise. we'll show you all kinds of things in the future," Renjun reassured, squeezing her thigh, and giving her a sweet kiss before getting up, leaving you with Haechan.

"I'm gonna shower now. Haechan, can you freshen her up?" He asks and you whine, "don't leave me with him. Let's shower together. It's my birthday and you both have to listen to me now."

Before you could complain even more, Renjun scooped you in arms and laughed, "whatever you order, maam." you hit his chest playfully, his laugh becoming louder followed by Haechan who even started teasing you how heavy you look in his arms. Both of you glared at him and entered the bathroom.

You are glad that you are no longer in the past relationship with Wooyoung. You are out of his obsession and listened to your two best friends who stayed by your side, protected you and loved you. You are out of the toxic love. You are in a pure and innocent love.

Are you really, though?

Before Haechan could enter the bathroom, he heard a notification pop up on your phone. He stepped towards the table and unlocked to see it. He smirked at the screen, placing it back on the table top and he jogged towards the bathroom  when Renjun called out his name.

'Happy Birthday, y/n!'

        -Unknown (your love)

Love is poisoned by your innocence.

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Keep Talking to me

Pairing: bf! (Mark and Jeno) x gf! reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut

Warning: friend ditching you, insecurity of weight, comforting talking, use of sex toys, dom and sub dynamic, manhandling, oral(f. and m. rec.), face sitting, fingering, spanking, hair pulling, chocking, edging, orgasm denial, nipple and breast play, hickeys, marking, gentle and rough, double penetration, sex w/o protection(don't do it sillies), lots of kissing, pregnancy talk, aftercare. Full of love💕

W.C: 7.1k Network: @k-vanity

[ THIS FIC IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE. It's only here because this @renjunnnaaa (my best friend) made my brain go crazy with this imagination after TDS3 pics clips n videos, and I am going insane over this. And well, these two are my biases. I would love if you all don't look at my husbands.]

MINORS DONT INTERACT UNDER THE POST🔞

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This is not how your night was supposed to be. Come on, your friend can't ditch you for her new friends, Right? But she did. She really faked an excuse to make you feel dumb in front of everyone and went to have her fun with the new shitheads.

"I should have stayed back home." You mumbled to yourself before getting inside the cab. You were furious and broken at the same time. No No, you can't just let her make you feel this way. She is no one to break you down. You were reminding yourself with this thought and staring blankly at the passing street and street lights which seems a bit dazed like your brain. Oh, no you are crying. Bringing your leather jacket sleeves to your cheeks, it harshly wiped off the stream of tears on your soft skin. The leather surely did make your skin turn red and you didn't care about the eyeliner to get smudged in the corner.

You cared less about everything else because you just wanted to go back home and stay in your room.

Your boyfriends might be having a boys night together at Haechan's house and it would be so rude to call them and let them know about this. Surely, they would come running back home to comfort you. No, you should let them have their own share of fun. Closing your eyes and resting your head back against the seat, you waited for your place to arrive.

Thanking the driver and entering the gate, you noticed the lights turned on and someone's laugh coming from inside the house. Wait, that's Mark. With quick steps, you ran towards the door and pressed the bell. Surprisingly, Mark was quick enough to open the door and he pulled you towards him, wrapping one arm around you and kissed the side of your head, "Hi, baby."

He didn't look at your face for long enough to notice your distress but you kept a smiling face to get his warmth and he was still laughing at something. Weren't they supposed to leave for their night out? Following him towards the living room, you found Jeno standing there, his back towards you and he was fixing something, maybe his shirt or else. Looking at your side, you then noticed Mark and him, both were wearing shining leather jackets. Are they supposed to leave now?

"Dude, our baby is here. Turn around." Mark kept a hand around you, pulling you close enough and when he finally noticed your face, Jeno also noticed your fake smile at the same time.

But you were not looking at either of them because your gaze was fixed on Jeno. his bare body underneath the thick jacket and the way his skin was peeking from under it, with every long step he took towards you. He smirked when he followed your gaze. You noticed a tight black material under the jacket, only hiding his chest but his abs making you drool over it even when you were supposed to be sad because of the earlier incident.

Even if he was enjoying your gaze on him, feeling satisfied with the way you were not even trying to hide your attraction towards him yet he had a concern etching his face. Why are you looking so down? Your eyeliner smudged in the corner of your face and how you were biting your lips, he was not sure if it was because of your usual nervousness or you were losing control over him. Even if he had some plans in his mind, first he had to know about your concerns. Everything else can come later, first it's all about you.

Mark beside you, still holding you close to himself, was confused with your look. It was not the same when you went out. You were so excited and smiling brightly and to be honest, he was so jealous of what made you smile so much other than him. Oh well, at least you are happy. That's all he wants for you.

Jeno patted your head before his palms resting on your cheek, "you are back early, love." you nodded and looked to your other side to avoid their eyes. They surely can read you easily. "Why?" his gaze was boring on your side profile, Mark tugged your hair back behind your ears.

"Well, she had other plans after our meeting." he nodded, but not fully convinced by your explanation. Your usual demeanor after returning home usually seems something else and the way your voice sounds like betraying you was not setting in place. "Aren't you supposed to go to Haechan's place?" you asked him and glanced at Mark. Both of them nodded.

Mark placed a kiss on your cheek, "suddenly his girlfriend surprised him today and now he has some other plan for the night. Boy will have his own fun." he laughed afterwards. 

Jeno slid his hand down from your cheek to your jaw and gently grabbed it, bringing his face closer to yours and placing a soft kiss on your lips, staying there a bit for too long to feel your breath changing the rhythm. Mark's hand rubbing your side and other hand playing with your fingers. You closed your eyes when you felt Jeno whispering on your lips, "tell me what happened, sweetheart."

That's exactly the only push you need to confess to them. Their touch, their voice, their warmth and their eyes on you. Yes. you would do anything, say anything and comply with them on anything.

"I waited at the park for one hour." he hummed against your lips, hearing your soothing voice was relaxing to him. He asked again, "and?" a tear slipped from your eyes, Mark wiped it off. "She never did. And then I saw an IG live from one of her friends. They are partying somewhere else."

"Is my baby hurt?" Mark softly asked you and you nodded, looking at him innocently. Jeno stood back straight and shared a knowing glance with the other boy. "So what will you do now?"

"I don't know. Maybe sleep." Mark took off his hand from around you and brushed back his hair. You took a full look of his outfit. Same tight jeans as Jeno, hugging their legs deliciously perfectly but he had a black t-shirt hiding his skin unlike Jeno. "What about you two?" you love it when they almost dress up like twins.

You stared at them and Jeno suddenly smirked, resting his hands on his hip, "we have a plan tonight."

"oh...good." You looked at Mark who smirked as well, you knitted your brows together and a confused look visible on your face, earning chuckles, "what happened? Why are you both laughing? With whom do you have plans?"

"So many questions we have. Right?" Jeno darkly chuckled and brushed his fingers over your cheeks, tracing the outline of your face, "we have plans with you."

"with me?" you don't remember anything about it.

He nodded and you felt Mark hugging you from back, resting his chin on your shoulder and his nose brushing your neck and ear, his breath rising goosebumps on your skin. Jeno pulled your face up by your chin and your soft gaze met his dark ones. His eyes scanned your face for any hesitation but there was none, so he leaned forward, "lift your leg up."

"what?" you were confused not until Mark whispered into your ears, "do it right, baby." he took off your jacket in the way.

You complied, bending your knees and lifting your leg, Jeno quickly held it and wrapped it around him, "Jump." You did. Mark pressing himself behind you and your legs now wrapped around Jeno's waist. Mark's mouth not leaving a single inch of your skin, licking your earlobe down to your neck, inhaling the perfume, "you smell so sweet, baby." Kissing and nibbling on your skin. your body shook in their hold when Jeno squeezed your chest above your top.

"Tell me how you are feeling." Jeno was not asking you nor telling you to say it, he was ordering you. His tone was quite demanding that he was not playing with any emotions rather totally concentrating on every thought going across your mind. Your breathing heaved with their every little touch and the skin was burning under their touch. The way soft sounds escaping your throat, vibrating against Mark's mouth, he hummed in response.

You couldn't think of anything at the moment, only focusing on their touch and finding a comfortable position to grind against one of them. "if you don't start speaking. We are going to stop here." Jeno said and attached his lips with your throat, sucking a deep red mark, earning a moan out from you. Both groaned when you grind your hip in the weird position, but to release the tension building up in you was to be eased.

Mark grabbed your hip and warned, "stay still. Keep talking and let us do everything."

You still didn't say anything when Jeno grabbed your chin rather harshly and brought your face near to his, "don't let me lose my patience, love. Use all your words to start speaking."

You nodded, "I..mhm..am just upset." Jeno's hand brushed your thighs before his hands disappeared under your skirt. He folded a bit of your high rise socks and again his hands sliding up and down your back of the thigh, "why?"

"s-she didn't even tell me about it." Your head fell back on Mark's shoulder and you clutched Jeno's jacket when he again sucked a hickey near your collarbone. He had undone only three buttons from your shirt, rest keeping as it is. "And, do you want to feel good?"

"yes." Honestly, you want to forget about everything from the evening and just want to spend time with them. And, of course they would always be too happy to fulfill your requests as why not. If they could, they would have kept you between them forever. Oh, you are a treasured one for them.

Jeno tapped Mark's shoulder whose mouth quickly left your skin and he nodded when the younger boy motioned towards the shared bedroom. Mark led the way while Jeno placed your head on his shoulder and rubbed your back, " you just have to tell us everything, okay? You trust us, right?"

"hm..." your arms and legs wrapped around him and his strong cologne hitting your nose, pulling you towards him more. You were quite surprised with his strength. He was holding you up for quite a while now and still, he didn't get tired. It's not like you are those skinny girls who can have those barbie moments from fictions but at least he should put you down now, his hands might get strain.

He followed behind Mark, kissing your earlobe and kissing the exposed shoulder, your shirt sliding down your shoulder. He placed you on the edge of the bed, kissing your lips before standing straight to look behind you. You turned your neck, noticing Mark pulling off his jacket, revealing his black undershirt and you gulped, knowing what's coming.

A hand caressing your head made you look up at Jeno, "you just have to trust us. Okay?"

You nodded as he grabbed your hairs and yanked your head back, you groaned at the pull, "words, love. What we said earlier? You will keep talking and we will do everything."

"Yes, Jeno." You blurted and he smiled, even if the smile was so cute but he pushed you back and left you balancing yourself on your elbows.

Mark's voice echoed inside the room, "come here." And you know better, you shouldn't waste your time and wait for them to lose their patience, you crawled towards him, Jeno's eyes fixed at your wiggling ass and Mark was looking at your chest peeking from the end of the shirt. They both groaned at the sight.

Mark patted his thigh and you quickly placed yourself, your legs on either side of his and your covered core in contact with the harsh material of the jeans. He took a hold of your hands and brought to his lips, kissing them softly and smiling at you. "Always pretty. So, how should we start?"

"Please fuck me, Mark." He chuckled hearing your response and Jeno shook his head before going towards a particular drawer. When you tried to look that way, Mark held your chin and faced him, "I'm here talking with you. Your pussy is almost touching me and still you are looking somewhere else."

You shook your head, "No no I am your girl. I'm yours, please fuck me."

"Aren't we already going to the end?" He curled the locks between his fingers and smirked, "we have so much for the night."

With that he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss, pressing his lips onto you a bit too long and then moving it in a different rhythm to yours. His other hand unbuttoning your shirt and your hands placed on his chest curled up. You love the way he takes his whole time to kiss you, to make you feel every passing second when his lips are on you.

Soon, his lips moved with your flow, hands massaging your chest and your hands snaked around him to pull him more close when you felt him pulling apart. Teeth clashing with each other and tongues exploring each other inside but soon he felt your hips grinding against his thigh, he held your hips tightly to restrict your movements but not fully, still letting you to move a bit.

"Please..." you whimpered, trying to get more friction and chuckled, pulling his mouth away from yours, pressing a little kiss on your nose. Guiding your hips to move to his liking but it was not enough for you.

"You look so pretty when you beg like this. So desperate for me. My baby." He pecked your lips, and lifted you up when he felt your body was shaking. He chuckled, "You are trying your best to get yourself off with that little movement? So pathetic you are, baby."

"She is and that's why her friend took her advantage." Jeno spoke from the end of the bed but you quickly protested, still annoyed that Mark didn't let you come before on his thigh. "I will talk to her about this tomorrow."

Mark grabbed your cheek and simply stated with a stern voice, "NO. You are not speaking to her anymore."

" but-"

"I don't want to hear it. Now turn around for me." You did and he placed you between his legs, pulling you closer and your back against his chest. He patted your thigh and gently pushed them to either side, pulling them under his legs to cage you there.

Jeno climbed up the bed and rested between your legs, placing his hand over your thighs, "who loves you the most?" He stared at your eyes.

"You. Both of you."

He hummed again, "who cares for you?"

"You both."

He cupped your face, placing a soft kiss on your lips. He was doing it on purpose to make you crave for kisses more. The drools from the shared kiss with Mak earlier were still around your lips but he could care less about it. "And did we ever make you cry like her?"

You shook your head, "no."

"So we win this. Now it's clear that you should only listen to us. She is clearly jealous of you, love. You are perfect and nobody should dare to make you cry." He kissed your temple before retreating himself.

Your eyes were still looking at the black leather material with belt design inside his jacket and your curiosity did get noticed by him when he chuckled, "if you want to see it. Come, remove my jacket."

From somewhere you got the enthusiasm, you quickly pulled yourself up from Mark's chest and leaned forward to tug his jacket and he helped you to get it off from his body. "This is so cool. I like it so much."

He threw the jacket to the side of the bed and nodded, "I like this kinda vest too but earlier when you came, Mark was laughing at this."

Mark protested from behind, "woah dude. The way you were fixing it, I was just telling you that it looked like you were fixing your bra."

Jeno glared at him but both of them heard your giggle and it's the first time you smiled today's night, "I see you are enjoying this, y/n...that means we are your best boyfriends."

You nodded and Mark kissed your neck, shoulder blade and left deep red marks over your shoulder, pulling down the shirt more to expose you. "Yes but I'm feeling offended as you both might laugh at me when I fix my bra. Right?"

"No, love. It's about your comfort and also, I don't understand why you have to wear that around us as we could then see your tits and them bouncing perfectly." Jeno stated and laughed when you slapped his biceps. His muscles were more prominent and tight than the last two months, probably hitting the gym more.

When you were about to slap him again, Mark held your hands back. You were already spread in front of the man kneeling before you. "Now stay like this for Jeno, baby." He whispered with his deep voice.

Jeno took something from beside him and when he turned it on and turned towards your side, your body shivered with excitement. It was his favorite rose vibrator and you knew better than what was in for the night.

Mark pulled your skirt and rubbed his hand above your clothed core, groaning in your ear when he felt the wet patch, "ah baby. So wet for us. Just with our touch you might come. So filthy."

When you didn't reply and closed your eyes, leaning your head back to enjoy the sensation, he whispered seductively, "keep talking, baby. Or you are not getting anything."

"Yes yes. I'm so wet for you. So filthy just for you both. Only for both of you." Hearing you, he pressed his palms over your core and stayed there with the pressure. Both of their hungry eyes watching your every twist of expression and your legs shaking. "Please, do something."

After rubbing a few circles over your core, Mark pulled your panties aside and the cold air of the conditioner hit the bare core, making your body shiver. Jeno spreaded your arousal across your folds and groaned with the sight. You suddenly gasped when he brought the vibrator to your core, the setting was low and his satisfaction was high. Mark squeezed your chest, "do you like it?"

"Yes." a moan followed your reply. Even when the setting turned to a set high, you were not getting what you wanted. Your legs shaking under his tight hold, when you managed to free a hand and tried to bring the vibrator close, Jeno grabbed it quickly and glared, "take what I'm giving you and use your words, not your hands." He squeezed your hand above Mark's thigh.

The toy felt like him teasing your core with kitten licks. A frustrated groan and whine leaving your mouth when he pulled away the vibrator, denying your orgasm. That was not for once, he was repeating the action every time he felt you clenching around the toy. Both of them were reading your expressions like a straight A student as if they could just draw your every expression a second later. "Yes, baby. You are doing so good for us." Mark whispered and again, Jeno pulled away the vibrator.

"Please.." tears falling down your eyes, "Please...more...I can't." your pleadings only earned chuckles from Jeno and a laugh from Mark into your ears. Mark wrapped a hand around your throat to put pressure on the sides.

He mocked your expression, "you can't? But baby..." Jeno completely pulled it away and turned it off and when you tried to lift your hip, Mark slapped your pussy making you cry out, "don't be a bad girl now."

Jeno laid down beside you two and you looked at him confused. Mark relieved you from his hold and you turned to your side to take a better look at them. They noticed your tear stained face, flushed cheeks and beautiful red marks on your exposed skin. Your pussy was barely hiding under the skirt because of your disheveled condition. The way Jeno was laying down and his bare upper body with those tight belt material across his chest, resting perfectly against his chest was pulling you towards him. You would jump on him anytime but you knew that you didn't have any choice to do anything today without their permission. Anyways, they would really love to see your wild side though.

"Come here." The laying man called out for you but you rested yourself on your palm and confusedly stared at him. He rolled his eyes and extended his hand towards you and you grabbed it, still unsure of exactly what he wanted. "Sit on my face." he said and your eyes went wide.

"W-what? No. I can't."

Mark brushed your hair before taking a fist at it and yanked back, "did he ask you?" he pecked your lips, "go for it, baby."

When Jeno pulled you towards him, stumbling just beside his chest, tapping your thigh to sit on his chest, you shook your head again, "no. Jeno, please."

"Y/n, what are you requesting?" His tone was harsh and the way he was staring at you darkly was a dangerous look but still he waited to listen to your hesitation. If you were uncomfortable then he would appreciate you and wouldn't force you to do it. This was a new thing he wanted to try and when he, both of them noticed the fear in your eyes, they shared a look.

"I can't." he squeezed your hand and Mark stroked your back, "why you can't?"

You looked down at your lap, "I am heavy..." you whispered and only if you did notice the disbelief look on the face of the man laying down. He scoffed, "and do you think I care?"

"Do you think your weight matters to us?" he kissed the back of your palm, "you are perfect, y/n. No one compares to you."

"Yes, baby. You are our perfect girl." pressing a kiss to the side of your head. "go, listen to him."

Jeno guided you slowly to sit on his chest and the moment you did, your fingers started admiring the material on his chest, the silver parts brushing against your hot skin. His hands moving up and down your thighs, rolling down your high rise socks. "Do you like it that much?"

You nodded, "this is looking so good on you." you met his eyes and smiled, "looking like mine."

"Is my y/n flirting with me?" he raised a brow and you giggled. Mark patted your thigh, "let's take this off, sweety." he indicated under your skirt. You nodded and Jeno guided you on your knees and Mark helped you to take your panties off, still keeping your skirt on and your shirt almost falling off your body. As soon as your bare heat came in contact with his belted chest, you let out a moan and clutched his shoulder, your body leaning forwards.

"Come on, I'm starving." he pulled you towards his face but he felt you grinding on his chest and chuckled, "y/n, stay still." he spanked your bare ass and you yelped in sudden hit. Jolting forwards, he easily guided you to sit on his face and you sank down. His nose on your clit and his lips mounding over your core.

"Oh my god." you clutched the headboard tightly and on the other hand grabbing Mark's hand. "Ah..this feels so good." your breath labored and even if you wanted to grind your hip, Jeno gripped it tightly, surely leaving red marks over your skin. He sucked on your clit and you threw your head back with a loud moan. His groans vibrated against your heat, making your coils tighten inside your stomach, he lifted you up a bit and you whined for the loss of contact, "you taste so sweet." he kissed and bit your inner thighs, your body shaking under their hold.

Mark was smirking at the view in front of him. How your body was shaking and squirming and your tears falling down, he moved towards your face and kissed your cheeks. Your innocent eyes met his dark gaze and he crushed his lips with yours, directly moving his tongue inside when you cried out again as Jeno's tongue started torturing your clit. Sucking and lapping onto your heat like a starved animal. "Stay still." his muffled order with a groan from beneath you made your head shake against Mark, "listen to him, baby."

"I can't please. Make me cum. Please."

"You will, baby." he kissed your shoulder and slid down your shirt completely from your body, leaving you in your bra and skirt. He bit his lips at the sight and left your hand to get off the bed. You pleaded towards the other boy, "please Jeno."

As he felt you clutching and your arousal dripping on his tongue. He stopped eating you out and made you stay still. You whimpered and sobbed, "why why?"

"What? You thought I would let you come so easily? Not yet, love." he smirked. He spanked your ass again when he felt your attempt to move your hips against him. You both heard shuffling sound from your side and noticed Mark taking off his shirt and your eyes instantly trailed over his body and he amusedly watched you checking him out. "I know what you want, baby"

Jeno spanked you again and you quickly turned towards him, "did I say to watch him?" you shook your head and quickly added a faint, "no." he smiled and guided you to sit on his face again, latching his mouth to your heat, devouring and groaning and your moan echoing inside the room. Standing beside you both, Mark grabbed a fistful of your hair and turned your face towards him, "won't you help me, baby?"

"yes...angh...I will."

"Good girl." he held your shoulder to hold you straight and your hands busily and messily tugged at his button to open it and pulled his pants down. Your hands and legs started shaking and Jeno's big nose bumping on your clit made you go insane when he suddenly stopped and you whined. Mark pulled his pants and boxer down to free his member and took it in his hand and rubbed it with his own arousal, groaning while his head fell backwards.

"why? " You whined and pouted while looking down at Jeno. you didn't know for how many more times he was going to deny your orgasm but before you could complain anymore, Mark grabbed your neck and guided you towards his length, "Now stop complaining. Be a good girl and suck on it like the way Jeno is making you feel good."

Shoving his length inside your warm mouth, he let out a guttural groan and tears brimmed in your eyes. He pulled out a bit when you licked the tip and swallowed the length, hollowing your cheek and resting it on your tongue, teeth grazing over his red girth. He put a pressure on your neck, pushing himself more into your mouth and soon you felt Jeno's mouth abusing your leaking clit, squeezing your shut and you felt your body shaking. Your one hand supporting your body and the other one taking a hold of Mark's member while he was abusing your mouth.

You choked on his length when he shoved himself more inside of you and started thrusting his hip with a tight grip on your neck. Tears streaming down and body jolted when he yanks your head back, letting you breathe. You gasped for air and panting, "please...please...I'm near."

He scanned your face, biting his lip and groaning at your messed up face, "what you say, Jeno?"

Jeno muttered while his tongue fucking into you fast, "what?"

"Should we let her cum?"

You pleaded, "please."

Jeno groaned and sucked hard, making your stomach do turn and twist, "I don't know. Should we?"

"Yes...please." you mentally prayed because earlier you have already been denied so many orgasms and you don't know how to hold it anymore. Jeno again said, "First make him cum in your mouth and then only you can cum. Okay?"

Your teary eyes begged again, "please, mark. Please, cum for me."

Mark clicked his tongue, "be a good girl for me."

He again shoved himself into your mouth and started fucking you relentlessly like Jeno fucking your cunt. Your moans getting lost on his length and the way he gripped tighter on your neck, you were sure he was near and so was you but you knew you couldn't come until he did. Soon, he moaned out your name and hot liquid shooting down your throat and some spilling down your chin. He held your head back, "swallow it." you did and even licked your lips to taste the bitter taste on the lips.

He bent forward, his breath hitting your earlobes and he whispered, "now come for us, baby."

Your whole body shook, letting out a loud moan calling out their names and he kissed your shoulder, "good girl."

Jeno gripped your hips gently to ride out your high and planted you to his side. You were panting and resting on your palms and knees. "Don't think we are done with you."

Jeno's voice made you look at them and he got off the bed to stand straight, "come here." you crawled to the end of the bed and stayed on your knees. His lips shining with your juices and some falling down over his vest and he licked his lips and wiped his chin.

"You like my vest so much. then, Take it off on your own." you nodded and searched for the way to open it. Both of them admired your movements. Your flushed face, red eyes, marked skin and messy hair was not letting their eyes off from you. As soon as you got rid of the material, your fingers tugged at his jeans button.

He held your hand glared, "did I say anything else?" you stared at him and he pulled you up in a kiss. His kisses are always different from Mark in every aspect and this is why you realize every little kiss from them. Who is the one kissing you even when you're asleep. He sucked your lips, biting it down and sucking your tongue. He tries to be gentle but as soon as he gets a taste of you, he will lose control.

Gripping your jaw to suck hickeys on your throat and shoulder, he messily makes out with you. His grips were way more strong than Mark's because the older one becomes gentle now and often, but the younger one's grip doesn't falter ever. His other hand guided yours to his abs, finger tracing each bump and the muscle lining down to his jeans button. He tapped your hand to signal you to open it and you did it quickly, surprising the one standing beside you.

"So eager for him. Aren't you?"

Jeno pulled your head back by your jaw, "answer him."

"Yes. yes. I want you, Jeno."

He chuckled, pecking your lips and pulling down his jeans along with the boxer, "have patience. You will be getting me." his fingers entangled with your hairs, massaging your scalp. Your eyes closed and leaned to his touch, when he suddenly made you hiss with the sudden pull, "suck me. Come on, you can't be greedy now."

You nodded and attempted to lean forward, his grip became tighter to meet your face, "behave, y/n."

"Yes. I am not greedy."

"Good girl." Before you could have adjusted him inside your mouth, he thrusted forward, choking you in the process, he was slightly bigger than Mark and you had to use your palm to match both the rhythms, hollowing your cheek and teeth grazing while his tip hitting the back of your throat. Tears spilling from your eyes and your drools by the corner of your mouth, trailing down to the chin.

You felt a presence behind you, his hands exploring your body, roaming around, giving you feather touch with some occasional squeeze here and there. Your whole body jolted when he pinched a nipple above your bra. His chuckle was faint due to the loud groan and moans of the man in front of you. With a quick snap, your bra was undone and he was quick to fondle your chest and kiss all your bare back. His hands were playing with your stomach, tracing patterns when he took both of the nipples between his fingers. Pinching them and pulling them before releasing them when you were squirming. Repeating the same action all over again.

Jeno pulled you away and you gasped for air, drools sticking to your chin and trailing down the throat. Mark left one nipple to insert a finger into your hole and you moaned. You were adjusting to the new feelings of a finger inside you, when he shoved inside another one and started pumping in a full speed. You gripped the bedsheet tightly and Jeno slapped your cheek with his member, "don't think of coming before you make me cum."

And again, he shoved himself inside your warm mouth, feeling the satisfaction and pleasure again. He guided your head to his own liking, grabbing your hair and moving it in a rhythm and Mark was showing no mercy to your abused cunt and maintained his own pace, your body squirming and eyes shut close. "Look at me." Jeno's harsh tone made your eyes flutter open and you quickly looked up, meeting his eyes. "Keep looking at me." Mark pinched your nipple and the other hand was busy making you nearing your climax.

Jeno moaned loudly, not caring the neighbors would think someone growling inside your house and pulled himself out. "Swallow it." you tried to swallow the hot thick sticky liquid but some still spilled from your corner of the lips and trailing down your chin to your chest. "Do you want to come?" He noticed your struggle to keep eye contact and as soon as you nodded, he pinched your left out nipple, making you cry out. "Mark, stop there." he ordered and kissed your nose with a smile.

Mark was quick to stop and retreated his hand from your cunt. You whined and sobbed because of another denied orgasm. Jeno shoved off his pants aside before climbing on the bed and then when you noticed Mark had no clothing on himself. Jeno pulled your back flushed to his front. His member poking your lower back and Mark resting between your legs when he kissed your inner thighs and his member hanging limp in front of you. You gulped at it and met his gaze. You loved this. They knew about it. You loved edging and getting denied orgasms and they were well aware of your limits and if it was too much, you better knew how to use the certain word.

"Do you trust us?"

"Yes, Mark. I do. Please."He kissed your temple before smoothly sliding himself inside you from front and wrapped his arms around your shoulder, kissing down your collarbone and biting some sensitive areas. Groaning in your ear and licking it afterwards when you felt a cold sensation in your ass. Jeno was spreading the lube to prep you with a finger and then two when he suddenly inserted himself. Groaning in your other ear, both of them using you like a fuck toy and it was a whimpering and groaning mess inside the room. Jeno's lips and teeths were not leaving a single area to suck and his fingers kept rolling and pinching your nipples, sometimes turning your head around to kiss you.

Mark brought your face to kiss you again and other hand circling over the clit.

"So full, Mark. so full, Jeno." you were mumbling so many things. Jeno hummed in your ear, "I know. Take it like a good girl." you grabbed Mark's wrist which was busy down there, "please, Mark. Too much." he kissed your closed eyes, "shh...you are doing so well. Taking us so well."

The double stretch was burning you out and you were sobbing between them but their hot touch was building your coils inside you again. Their rhythm soon matched with each other and Jeno kissed the sensitive spot in the back of your ear, whispering, "come for us, baby."

Your head fell back on his shoulder and soon after both of them bottomed out inside of you, filling your two holes with their hot spilled seeds painting your walls. Jeno bit down on your shoulder and Mark bit your throat slightly when they hit the climax. Three of you were panting in the position. Neither of them pulled out from you, Jeno kissed your shoulder softly and Mark kissed your cheek, "look at me, y/n."

Your hooded eyes looked at him and he smiled sweetly, "let's clean you up. Come on."

You shook your head, not having a bit of energy to talk. Now it's Jeno who spoke up and held you still when you whined as Mark slipped himself out, "y/n, just stay awake for a while. Then we will sleep together. Promise." he kissed your head and he slipped himself out, you were nodding your head and tried to fall to your side but he swept you off the bed and stood up with you in his arms.

Mark entered the bathroom first to prepare for the bath and soon after Jeno followed him with you. Jeno took the shower by himself and Mark cleaned you up with him. In the meantime, you cleared your fogged mind and stared at both of them while dressing up into fresh and comfy clothes.

As the three of you reached near the bed, you climbed on it quickly and fell down on your back, staring at the ceiling in comfortable silence. Both of them followed you on either side and chuckled at your cute reactions. You hugged Mark and snuggled your face into his chest when he stroked your hairs and rubbed your back. Jeno turned you around and pecked your lips, "are you okay? Were we rough with you?"

You shook your head, "no. you both were perfect. If you were hurting me then you would have listened to me and stopped there."

He nodded and patted his bare chest. Neither of them were wearing any shirts, only in boxers but you were in a camisole and a satin shorts. You happily rested your head on his chest and closed your eyes against his heart beat, "can I ask you both something?"

Mark hummed and urged you to speak, placing a kiss on your shoulder and pressing himself to your back. You felt both of their body heat against your skin and it was the best feeling ever you could get in your life. Both of them together with you and no other tension surrounding you.

"Both of you cummed inside me. What if I get pregnant?" you rubbed patterns on Jeno's stomach. He stroked your hair and massaged your scalp. "So?"

"Are you both okay with it?"

Mark turned you around and smiled, "we will be more than okay. It will be so nice with your swollen belly and after a few months, a crying baby in the household."

"And then there will be two babies for us to handle, Mark." you hit Jeno's arm when he teased you. Both of their laughs match the pitch and you made annoyed faces at them. "Don't worry, y/n. We are okay with everything which you love. If you are fine with having a baby, we are happy too." Jeno smiled down at you.

Mark added, " we won't pressure you for anything. If you don't want one, then also it's fine. Just take it easy. No rush. I know you got this."

"I love you. I really love both of you."

Mark smiled, "I love you too."

"I love you too, y/n." Jeno caressed your cheek.

Yes, the love between you three is incomparable. You don't think if anyone else in this universe can ever make you feel loved like them. You just want to stay between them like this forever. If only you could sleep in their arms and forget all other worries from life, just you and them and your sweet dreams.

"Keep talking, y/n. I will have a nice sleep." Mark laughed at Jeno's statement and you glared at them before pressing your face further into Mark's chest when he pulled you towards him, blocking your attempt to hit Jeno who was smiling at your cute act. He finally hugged you from behind, with you three drifting off to sleep.

Atleast, the night was not as bad as you thought it would be.

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Hello here's an poly idea?

A possessive CEO/MAFIA or IDOL/MAFIA wayv members or nct dream members ( doesn't mess with innocent people works with the government sometimes) x reader (birthday dec.27,2000, ex- government official, does assassination jobs and other types of jobs solo,stubborn)

Y/n was undercover working as a waitress at a nightclub that was in question if it was part of a trafficking ring that deals with children to adults ages 5-40 years old. Y/n was serving the customers listening to any of the conversations happening around her, nobody talking about selling or trading. 30 minutes past serving customers and listening in to boring conversations that while serving another batch of customers and declining any hook ups that the boss of the club tapped her shoulder and asked her to serve some VIP'S only that were coming to the nightclub to talk business. Y/n was about to decline since she wanted to home and rest until the word business pass through her ears that Y/n agreed.

Okay! So your fic is already ready but some editing in the ending is needed and I’ll post it soon. Don’t worry, it’ll be a quick deal. You have already waited a lot but now I need to do it. I have made a little bit changes in the plot for how I want to be comfortable with writing it. I hope you will like it. I’m going to post it tomorrow and here’s a short sneak peak😉

Their Little Agent

Pairing: mafia! (taeyong, Jaehyun, Mark, Jeno, Haechan, Jaemin) x undercover agent! reader

Genre: SMUT, Romance, Mafia

W.C: 32k. Network: @k-vanity

Warnings: smut smut smut...YES I AM DOWN BAD FOR NCT...mention of crimes, trafficking and talk of selling off reader, inappropriate touch, dirty talks, and they got good beatings from our y/n, mention of mafia business and dirty business, threats, crying, sedative, unconscious, blood, trust, sexual-harassment (just a small mention), possessiveness, pool sex, fingering, cock-warming, biting, choking, lots of kissing, anger, dominance, corruption, dom-sub dynamic, threesome, four+fivesome(?), slight switch! reader, slight switch! hyuck, dom! nct, sub! reader, oral(f and m rec.), voyeorism, lots of cum, clothes on sex, nipple play, edging, orgasm denial, unprotected sex(don’t do it sillies), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, aftercare and the romance.

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HAVE FUN BABYGIRLS!

The  Flamingo Club is always vibrant and loud like many other days. Even if the venue is a nightclub, with its different guests visiting the rooms led it to become busier in the daytime too. The different businessmen requested for the private rooms and scheduled the meetings in the early hours of the morning. It welcomes a lot of workers in different positions and well you ought to be the one of them.

Being a government official, also an undercover agent, you need a change of environment. Of course, you can't lead a normal life like any other person but definitely can escape reality for a while. A nightclub offers an exhilarating escape from the everyday, where music, dance and social interaction create unforgettable experiences. Moreover, for you this is more than just an enjoyment. This nightclub attracts a diverse crowd, often including young adults, party goers and socialites. Some have dresses ranging from casual chic to more formal. You have heard about the security and safety measures of the club – it has strict protocol and policies to maintain a safe environment.

But it's far from that. There's news in the underground world that the nightclub is rumored to be a part of a trafficking ring that deals with children to young adults. Even if sometimes, you are not on official terms with government work, yet you have an unethical right to be an undercover agent for your team. Well thanks to Wooyoung for still keeping the trust in you and giving you the known position but without letting anyone else know about it. Your team is well professional to keep this as a secret and you are helping them in a lot of work when you are not assigned. Not like you loved to do it but an inner instinct worked to do the work for good, your stubbornness.

And, so as you joined the club as a waitress, a new mission of finding out the hidden secrets of the club. You introduced yourself as a broke university student, thanks to Hongjoong for the fake id card and your false family details. You scoffed mentally about San -- as your older brother and he is staying abroad. What a loser story!  Who will believe that he is actually an official snipper and if the person in front of you doesn't allow you to work over at the place, then his end is right at the moment by your so-called fake brother.

"so, you are working here for a while?" the man sips his drink, eyes checking out your black corset dress, length ending just above your knee with black and silver straps adorning your shoulders. You are an attractive and special waitress who is often referred to serve the private customers. Do you love the job? Hell no! if they think about doing anything further, you are going to chop the hand off and kill them, then and there.

You look up from the tray where you are placing the different Bourbon bottles and fancy glasses for a group of people sitting at the far corner of the dance floor, "one month to be well aware of your useless antics." your one brow raised and a sly smirk admiring your red lips.

His eyes are fixed on your pillowy lips and licked his own lower lip, meeting your gaze once again, "didn't mean any harm with a light conversation. You know, I can't leave a young beautiful girl like you alone doing her work here. Why don't you enjoy the floor like everyone else?"

You inhaled before taking the tray in your hold and stepping aside from the counter. The man also leaned back from the other side of the counter and following your movements, he could see a little bit of tiredness in your form. Halting in your steps, you whipped your hairs by a swift movement of your head and glanced at his standing figure. A black neat suit with his black undershirt buttons undone from top and stopped in the middle, his bare sweaty chest peeking. He catches your gaze when he whistles and smiles quickly when you glare at him.

"I don't have time like others." You glance towards the people of your age, laughing and dancing crazily like maniacs. "why don't you go and join them?"

"I'm waiting for you." Staring at his face, you see his plump lips, neon lights falling on his pointy noise with his flirty gaze and his messy black hair is really complimenting his look.

You roll your eyes at his boldness when you step forward towards the direction of the table. A presence made aware behind you when you stop and quickly turn around, "now don't follow me-"

"don't go out alone today. You are not safe there." The man is no longer flirting with you but having a serious expression and looking around to scan his surroundings but you are nowhere believing any of his words because you are well aware of your goal to be at this exact place and your position to get yourself safely out of any danger.

Tilting your head to the side, you smirk, "do you know me?"

"no but-"

"Then don't even care about me." you licked your lower lip with the tip of your tongue and stared at him, "don't think of following me again, Mr. pretty face." With that you left him there standing at the middle of the way towards the lounge area at the end. He stares at your figure and brings his glass to the lips, smirking into the glass while sipping the liquid.

Humming to the taste, he closed his eyes, "so sweet and sexy."

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Serving the customers is not big of a deal but encountering some psycho and weird assholes are the real problems. Just like right now, the table where you are placing the glasses and pouring the respective drinks into it.

"baby, how much more do we need to offer for a single night?"

You continue to ignore those shitheads until one grabs your hand and pulls you on his lap. You gritted your teeth and attempted to stand up when he brings his arms around your waist, bringing you close to his body, the smell from him is disgusting --- the reek of sweat and alcohol. You want to throw up so bad. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Come on darling. Don't be a joy-kill. We all want fun and you are fighting away the feelings." He brings his face closer to yours when you turn away in disgust. Only if he knew that you can just call your teammates to kill him and bury his rotten body somewhere unknown.

"do you have a death wish, fucker?" you glare at his direction and his friends.

He laughs with his friends loudly, "aww, trying to act feisty. You are too sweet for that. But the name is Jackson for you."

"fucker suits you more." A sudden voice boomed and there he stood --- another pretty face. Well, he looks a bit more manly than the previous man. And the expression on his face clearly shows that he is not having it for good. "I would suggest for you to leave her."

"and, why would I?" that fucker has the audacity to tighten his grip around you and chuckles at him, "are you her knight in armour or like that?"

The standing man smirks, a fresh refreshment drink in hold, when your eyes met, he signals you to look down and then when you understood the point, one hand around you has been loosened and taking the opportunity in advantage, you hit your elbow to his side of the end ribs and quickly stepped away.

"What the hell!"

The smirking man mimics his tone but chuckles, "wow the heavens. Well done, princess." You don't know why but the endearment feels so loved and it really did make you blush but you soon compose yourself to stare at the scene with wide eyes. The man beside you punches the fucker across his face.

"You know you deserve much more than that but I'm not in a mood." His husky voice really does wonder to you. But there's one more thing, he is not afraid of violation and he looks so familiar. Is he related to some well known people who could help him with this?

"you-", before that shithead could stand up, the man threw his liquid at his face.

He scoffed, "you don't learn lessons in one go. No wonder you are here with your useless friends."

"I will just-"

"Jackson, your dad is calling. He won't be happy to know that we got in a fight here. Let's go." One of the friends stood up and signaled others to quickly exit the club and when the said boy was not budging from his position, the other one dragged him from there but still he gave a flying threat, "I will see you around and won't leave you so easily."

"of course, if you stay alive." The man winks and watches the boy being dragged away to the door. When he turns to your side and you are already picking up the two sealed bottles from the table, "what are you doing?"

"picking up these two. Don't want to let it go to waste." You stand in front of him, blinking up at his tall figure, "you shouldn't have to beat him. it might get you in trouble."

"don't worry about that. You were in trouble so I had to but you should have fought for yourself." He tugs a strand of hair behind your ear, "a princess like you attracts bad people a lot." You pull your lower lip between your teeth.

"thanks. I didn't want to get in a fight...an useless one. My manager would have gotten me out of here soon though." You tell him and spot your partner in this night-shift walking towards you, your eyes return to meet his mysterious brown orbs. The music felt deafening the longer you stared at him, his aura is pulling you in towards him even when you know that you have no such time for some...love?

"I should get going..."

When you step aside, he grabs your arm and to which you, surprisedly look at his eyes, "can I get your name?" his flawless skinned face and his black hairs falling over his forehead, adding an attractiveness to his already charming look. His black coat with a white shirt tucked neatly, makes him look like a perfect gentleman and he might be here after office hours to wash off the stress and anxiety.

You can't disclose your name to a stranger but still an inner voice is screaming at you to tell him everything about you. Are you going crazy? Maybe. You part your lips, fighting with your own thoughts when you blurted out, "Ruby." A fake name should work, apparently this is the name you are going by in this club.

"Well, that really suits your red lipstick. You look pretty." He smiles, his eyes shining under the lights and loosening his hold around your arm, but you keep staring at him, as if you have something to say but you escape the place quickly. He chuckles at your running figure and brushes back his hairs, fishing out his phone and pressing a certain name to call and bring it to his ears.

He sits on a chair in front of a bar across from yours, on the other side of the other dance floor,

"Hey, Taeyong...are we still up for the meeting?"

He watches your figure working with the amount of glasses altogether and occasionally glances at the dance floor and at the upper floor private area entrance. He furrows his brows in curiosity and leans back in his chair, the more he is watching you the more interesting you seem. Handing over an order tray to your partner, you slump into a chair beside you and your eyes wander around the venue. What are you watching? Your gaze stops on a particular spot and he follows the direction when he spots someone familiar.

"He is here."

The person on the other side of the call hums, "good. What are you doing right now?"

The man at the club's bar, taking the glass from the counter and swirls the liquid, chuckling into the call, his eyes returning to your direction when your eyes meet. The corner of his lips curls up and he gestures his glass upward to cheer you, sending a quick smile to him, you went back to work.

"I think I like it here. Never knew this place could be more interesting and pretty."

Taeyong chuckles on the other side of the call, "and what's the name of this pretty distraction?"

"Ruby." The man tastes the name on the tip of the tongue and lets it roll for a while as if he is calling you for some reason. His eyes are still in your direction, you can see you are focusing on the people entering the venue and sitting around the chairs near the bars, often meeting your sparkling yet tired eyes.

"That's her name? Oh, I want to see her."

The man shakes his head, sipping the liquid, "that's the color of the red lipstick she is wearing."

"Man...you are so gone for it. I want to see her too. And you know her being there can be a threat too." Taeyong's serious voice made the man nod his head and hum in agreement. "Well, I'll be there soon. Save for me some."

"of course."

It's been such a busy shift tonight but without any important work done. You are keeping your attention on everything, everyone and every corner. The conversations around you are boring --- rather useless. What will you do with their unhappy times in their relationships? Some having down days at the workplace? Some have family issues. You scoff mentally at the thought --- atleast they have a family. I don't even know how that feels.

The phone in your pocket rings and starts vibrating, it's a signal for you to excuse yourself from the washroom and as soon as you are away from the loud area and inside a cubicle, you wait for everyone to leave the restroom area until you lock yourself inside it.

"hello!", saying it in a low voice, you check your surroundings to keep assured that no one is there.

"hey, looking pretty, by the way. So, got any info?"

You sigh and lean against the counter and look at your reflection on the mirror, lining with the golden lights, giving it a classy and expensive look with the white tiled walls and marbled floor. "nothing, Wooyoung. I doubt if the news was true." You are pretty and many have said it to you but you want to feel pretty, to get to know that someone desires to be with you for how you lead your life --- how pathetic and stressful you live.

All those boys and men just want to spend a night because your body and face is pretty. They don't want to know about you --- who you are and what you do.

"smarty pants, If we knew what's right and wrong. Do you think you would be there to find out?" he laughs into the call and you roll your eyes at his antics. It's his usual behavior and after all these years, you are used to his nonsense and teasing.

"I think I'm gonna leave tonight soon. Let's see for one more week and then I am off to a different country."

"but you said there's supposed to be a meeting. What about that?" now he is curious but he can't pressure you to do your work because he knows better, that you always do it perfectly and neatly.

You nod, putting away stray hair from your face, smiling to yourself, "what do I get after this mission?"

"y/n?"

"tell me. will I get to live a life like others? Like the way those around my age wasting their night over the drinks and dancing their hearts out and then their loved ones taking care of them after going back home. What about me, Woo?" your voice in the end is just above a whisper.

He gets what you are feeling, sometimes you get overwhelmed with all this stress and being an undercover means to live different lifestyle with different identity yet being distant from everyone around you but you loved this job but after the day the leader, Hongjoong shouted on you for messing up a mission, you feel yourself low and think of quitting this job but for your teammate's sake, you are stuck in this place.

"you will get money and then you can have fun for a while. I'll tell Hongjoong to give you a break, meanwhile I can manage this job with Yeosang."

"I'll not mess this mission up like the last one. I promise." you glare at your reflection.

"I trust you, y/n."

You shake your head, "Ruby. Call me that."

"okay, agent. Copy that."

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"are you leaving for home?" Giselle eyes your handbag and your fingers working to call a cab, nodding your head to her question, you search for an appropriate location to drop you at because you can't reveal your address to anyone. "you have one more customer to serve."

"you can do it for me."

"I wish I could but my friends are already here tonight and Boss has assigned you for the service." She smiles and grabs her beer bottle, which is already drunk one-fourth of it. you eye her, the excitement to meet her friends visible on her face and you envied it at the moment yet you felt happy for her that she has people waiting for after her work. "I have prepared the tray for you, bring it to room no. 0127." She leans closer to your ear, "I heard an important business meeting is going on. No one is allowed unless asked for. Be quick, girl."

Leaving you at the couch behind the counter, she skips towards her friends' table and you roll your eyes before groaning internally and resting your head against the leather headrest, closing your eyes and feeling tired of all this chaos. You are going to kill those people who are running the trafficking ring for making you work so hard. Wait. Is it something related to the business meeting in this room?

Forcing your eyelids to part, you pulled yourself from the comforting posture and stood on your heels which is already your biggest enemy at the moment. Taking the tray in your hold, leaving your bag at a safe place and putting your phone inside the pocket, making your way to the V.I.P. area. The loud music is booming inside the venue and there you silently walk towards the stairs.

The half-spiral stairs leading to the next floor for the VIP section where the security protocol is tighter and without any official worker or any top tier customers, the entry is impossible.

Scanning your id at the entrance, the security permitted your entry and as soon as you stepped inside the heavy wooden and metal door, a different soothing atmosphere and pleasant smell surrounded you, the closed doors restricting the loud chaotic atmosphere behind it. it's peaceful here but there's this itching danger around you.

The room plate in front of you is the one your last service spot and you ring the bell quickly to get over with this night. It's weird to take so long to open a door but you wait, tapping your feet against the floor and getting impatient with every passing second. Your eyes lock with a man walking towards you in the long hallway but stop at the door beside the one you were at, he eyes your whole figure and smirks at the view, but when your eyes land on a suitcase, your curious eyes scan his whole formal business look.

He enters his door when the door in front of you opens.

"you?" the young man in front of you raises an eyebrow and tilts his head, eyeing your tray and then your face. "free drinks?"

"who is there, Hyuck?"

He pokes the inner cheek with his tongue and chuckles sassily, "a pretty waitress with free drinks." he glances inside the room and then back at you, "your treat?"

"well to break your bubble, I'm not your treat giver. You have paid for this and I'm just here to give it to you. So, if you please excuse me then I'm going to pour it to you or leave it on your table. Whatever you wish!" you are on the edge of losing your mind for him to keep you standing there. A fake smile plastered on your face when he moved aside to welcome you inside the room and you heard a commotion from the door beside. Ignoring it but still, you want to know it. is it about some business you are doubting?

Entering the room, without looking at anyone or to your surroundings, you walk straight towards the table when you hear a laugh from the corner, "never expected to meet you again...also here." The man named Hyuck closes the door and returns to the couch, beside a man around his age.

Hearing the same seductive voice, you place the tray on the table and turn towards the direction, when your eyes meet, his sultry smiling face is already staring at your way, when you smirk and folds your hands below your chest, "oh, Mr. Pretty Face." Feeling a lot of eyes on you, still you keep your focus on the smiling face.

"My pretty waitress." He stood up from the corner of the room and walked towards you, "so what's all these drinks for? Your invitation to have fun together."

"so, have you met her too?" wait. This voice, quickly turning your neck, you met those eyes again, "we meet again, Ruby."

Your surprise did get noticed by both of them and when they chuckle, a third voice speaks up, "is this the pretty distraction you were saying earlier?" you notice an attractive male manspreading on the single cushioned leather chair, "hello, thanks for the drinks." He gestures to the glass in a cheer motion. He is an epitome of perfection for his facial features.

"these are the drinks you all asked for. If you need something else, then do tell me. my shift is soon over." You said calmly and took a quick note of the men inside the luxury suite. Six in total and you have no names --- except the pretty face and Hyuck, if that's the actual name. they seem like they are having a meeting but you need to know more. The important business is going to happen today but why are you without any clue and solutions? "these are not my treats. Sorry to disappoint you."

"so, are you free after this shift?" the man who saved you from those shitheads asks and waits for your reply. His gaze is flickering between your lips and eyes.

The man who called you 'pretty distraction' raised a brow at you, "then the drinks?"

"this is for Room No. 0128." Hyuck raised a note from the tray, he quickly turns towards him, "isn't he there?" he takes the tray from the table and hand it over to you, the quick action makes you lose the balance of it but quickly handles the bottles properly and glare at him, "take this there quickly and tell me how many of them are there and," he pulls out his phone to show you a picture, the man you met at the door, "if this person is there then let us know about it."

So, the business is interesting.

"and why would I?"

"it's for your own good." Your savior speaks up, "how much do you need?"

"I don't work on money. A reason is what I need and that's enough for me to do everything." You smile back at them.

A fifth man who was all these times busy on his phone speaks up, "the reason is to save lots of lives. Young girls and innocent women. So, think carefully about not helping us. You will regret it later." He said coldly.

Who are they?

"who are you all?" now you are aware of the surroundings, an alert siren ringing inside your head. The news is true and this would be the best opportunity to catch the culprits but the heck these people are. "I'm not doing anything."

"fifty lakhs."

Your tongue tip touches the roof of the mouth, "you are bribing me?" shaking your head in disappointment, you chuckle softly, "you don't even know me." meeting their eyes, you curl your hair, "I might hand you over to the police or maybe if you are related to some illegal shits then fate is cruel for you."

A sudden cold laugh breaks your strong atmosphere. You turn around to face the man, he was standing by the side of the terrace door and drinking his wine, staring at you with his piercing eyes, you have noticed him earlier at the bar. He was watching you like a creep and to say more, you did feel scared of him. "y/n, don't make this hard. You are also searching for the culprits here today...like us."

What? How does he know your name? your eyes go wide and gulping down the fear, you feel yourself trapped in a confined place. This man knows you and maybe others as well. Slowly, looking around, your eyes meet the others, noticing their surprise and smirking expression. They know you? You are quiet and this gave the man who uttered your name the confidence to walk over to you. Just two feet away from you, he bends down and meets your wide eyes, "don't deny the fact of being undercover here. Helping us will only benefit you and we can catch them easily. We can approach them through you."

"who are you?" you ask quietly. This is not you. Speak up. You can't disclose your identity and submit yourself to him, to them like this. They can be a possible threat to you and you should let Wooyoung know about this, when you step back, he places his glass on your tray, and you ask him again, "why should I trust you?"

"I can't hurt you, y/n. I won't do anything. I promise." He stands straight, "your safety is in my hands. Jeno would never cause you any harm, not even a single scratch. Trust me."

Jeno...this name sounds foreign yet familiar to you. Once it was so endearing to you. You had everything in your mind related to this name. you clutched the tray tightly. He can't be here. this man is from a mafia gang and you are a government official undercover. How can you both be together? You have never seen his face but the only member-name from the gang was his that you got in that mission, which you failed miserably. His leader is way smarter than you and that irritates you so much. Aren't they with the trafficking ring, then why are they helping you? Wanting your help? Whatever.

You have seen his eyes that night, the smirk behind that mask and the leader beside him had that proud look under the cap shadowing his face.

"we are not monsters, y/n." the attractive man who has a leader aura stands up from the sofa, trudging towards you slowly, "we once used to work for the government like you but you know, there's nothing beneficiary or worthy to risk your life. In the end, you are going to get the blame for everything." He stands close to you, "like you got the blame for failing the last mission. Even when you did your best. Even when they knew you could have died in our hands to catch us but they only cared for the outcome, not your life. You are just like us, the past us. And, we can't see you getting down this path."

Care? They are showing you care. Shrugging the feeling, you take deep breaths, nodding suddenly. The two men near you watching you keenly when a voice catches your attention, the one who was busy on phone earlier, falling lights when he comes near shows a younger face with round eyes, prominent cheekbones, chuckling at you, "don't worry. We are not going to make you a part of the mafia. You should be pure and innocent like you are."

"I am not innocent. I have seen people die in front of me. I have seen a lot more than I should." You mumble quietly. "but what will I get after I help you?"

"what do you want? Money?" Hyuck asks you.

You shake your head but before you could speak more, the pretty face speaks up, "your safety. We will ensure your safety forever. You are under our protection."

"I don't need to be protected. It's just I don't want those innocent people to lose their families. I want to save them and so help me with that." You said and turned on your heels towards the table and placed the tray on that, you fished out your phone, dialed the top number and waited for the voice to be on speaker.

"hey, did you-"

"Woo, you are on the speaker." Casting a glance towards the six men around the room, you speak into the call, "I got some...people here, who are going to help us in this and I hope getting this done by tonight. Bring all the forces here. We are going to catch them."

His worried voice echoes in the silent room, "are you okay, y/n? who are these people? Is it okay to trust them? Are you sure?"

Licking your lips, you sigh, "yes. Trust me. come here fast."

"okay. Be safe."

Cutting the call, you stare at them, the man who was a phone addict comes in front, "are you ready?"

"always."

He hands you an earpiece, it's designed in a way which looks like an earring in an unique style, your curious eyes staring at it when he takes it and places it over your ear, tugging your hairs properly, "this is connected to our phones. When you are speaking into it, we can hear all of your conversation. It can even record your whispers so whatever we will be asking, you have to tell us quickly. Can you do this?"

You nod, placing your fingers over it, "yes." You heard your voice from one of the devices, it belongs to your savior. He smiles and nods.

The man in front of you holds your shoulder, meeting his sharp gaze, you see his eye-smile, "you will be safe. Trust me."

"and what will you say when you are in danger?" The man with round eyes and younger features asks you when you glance at him and at Jeno then towards your savior. You mutter softly, "Ruby."

Taking the tray in your hold and turning towards the door, Hyuck is already waiting for you with the door open for you to exit, "let's start, little agent." He eyes Jeno's half-filled glass on your tray and smirks, "keep this glass. You know when to use this."

Little agent. Why is your heart fluttering? This is not you, y/n and you are still trusting a mafia gang. A ruthless mafia gang who is claiming themselves as the people who want to help innocent ones from trafficking. You are going to be under their protection and they swore your safety.

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You whisper, "hey..." standing in front of the door and waiting for them to open. You hear two voices, confirming they can hear you properly and they have access to the C.C.T.V. in front. You glance at the two cameras facing towards the area where you are standing.

A young man swings open the door, a gush of smoke hits your senses when he speaks up, "oh, dear lady. Come inside." Taking steps inside the door, your heart thumping against your chest, "we ordered the drinks a while ago. It took so much time for you to bring it. busy?"

You hear a scoff from your earpiece. You force a smile while placing the tray on a counter at the side of the room, preparing their drinks, "there was an urgent customer call. Sorry for the late service."

Another voice speaks up and you know him, Mr. Kim Yeonghun. The main suspect of this ring and the worst man to ever exist, "oh no worries, lady. You can make it up to us in some ways." You saw him entering the club, he was with a young girl. Where is she? Also, Hyuck showed you his picture.

Feeling a hand on your hip, your breath hitches, the touch is inappropriate and you are fighting the urge to roll out his hands but you are out-numbered and to catch them, you need to keep calm. Turning around, you scan the room, four people in total and might be their securities and bodyguards around the club. You whispered, "four. He is here."

"okay! Now make him confess. Do something for that and three of us are going to spread around the venue to search for the possible places to find the rooms where they kept the captives." This voice is of the attractive man. Why didn't you get their names already? You can only call Jeno or Hyuck if you need help but what if he is not available. Anyways.

"you should not touch someone without her consent." You speak politely even when you want to glare at these old hags. "I can report you all to others."

The four of them laugh loudly, you felt a little humiliated at the scene but you hear a soft seductive voice in your ear, "be calm, y/n. we will get them afterwards." You hum and face the old men. The man with whom you made eye contact earlier at the door with the suitcase, smirks at you.

"you are funny, little lady." He stands up, stepping closer to you, "do you think you have powers over us? You can't even get out of this room alive to say anything to anyone. Even if you manage to escape, no one is going to believe you and no one will be there to help you to get us caught."

Mr. Kim's best friend Mr. Park, who touched you a moment ago speaks up, "you know we can do anything with you here. No one would ever get a hint of it." his eyes scan your whole form, "and judging the way perfect you are. We are going to get a good amount out of you." He chuckles in the end.

Your fists tighten by your side, gritting your teeth, you glare at him, "what are you going to do?"

He tilts his head, "to have fun with you and then sell you."

"no. you can't do this." Gulping down the fear, you continued, "you won't do this. Government is already in the search of the trafficking leaders for the last two years and they will get to know about this soon. You all are going down."

The one who opened the door for you speaks up, "so? You are going to inform them about us? Think you can do this? Aw...you are in our territory with no escape, young lady."

Someone holds your arms and brings them to your back, blocking your way to fight, the man in front grabs your chin, glaring at you, "we will let you know who we are and then your fate is going to be the same as those useless money worthy whores." The stinging pain in your arm and chin making you hiss. Mentally counting to three, you kick the man in front of you with your knee and with a bump with your head, you hurt the man holding you to escape his grip. When you see Mr. Kim approaching you, you take Jeno's glass and throw it towards his face, the liquid is all over him and the glass hit his nose. You whisper, "Ruby." Hearing no reply from the other side, your heart clenches at the thought that they might be in danger or.... They lied to you.

"you bitch." Your trance breaks when Mr. Kim trudges towards you, you need to get towards the door and Wooyoung should be here by now with his team. Someone holds your arm, yanking you towards him, "you think you can escape? Never." They are strong and can fight well, of course they can, they are all well trained even when they are ten years older than you. Old. But strong.  You twist his hand, kicking him in the balls and making him kneel down when you push the other man who is trying to grab your free hand, you glance towards the door.

You hear the banging on the door but before you could react, you feel a stinging pain, piercing the skin of the neck. Turning your head abruptly, you meet a smirking face but can't figure out the person, eyes blurring and feeling dizzy. Still, you know you are stronger than this. Elbowing the person and kicking him in the stomach, you fought for yourselves. The man beside you tries to grab you when you hit his head and pushes him against the wall, "your time is over, Mister."

You blink hardly because the dizziness is becoming stronger and your whole system is getting weak with every passing second. Even when you raise your hand, you can't hit the man in front, two people grab your arms and pull you back, dragging you away and suddenly, your back hits the soft material. You are pinned on top of the bed, fighting the pain in the neck. You try to make your vision clear when you notice Mr. Kim hovering on top of you, smirking. Tearing the net material of your dress, you then realize what is going to happen. Working your legs to kick him but a fourth person holds your ankle, preventing you from fighting anymore. You shout and wiggle under their grips.

"huh! Picking a fight with us? All alone. Such a foul move." He laughs from top of you, his face near yours, "a little girl going against us. What a shame! You have the same fate as them."

Tears falling from your eyes but before he could come any closer, you hear a faint thud sound. Vision becoming dark and your whole body giving up. The weight over your body pulls off, feeling relieved but even if you want to watch the scene and understand the situation, you can't.

"y/n!" you hear your name being called. Touch on your face, your hands are not held tightly but someone caressing it softly. There's a lot of voices around you but you can't make it out properly. You are drifting off to unconsciousness. A palm over your cheek, your eyes meeting a hazy outline of a face. "Can you hear me?" someone holding you close to their body and caressing your back, your head resting against the chest.

"Ruby..." you whisper.

Someone beside you said, "yes yes. You are safe. You did it." that's the last thing you heard before your senses gave up to darkness.

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"Wooyoung...you should go back." Taeyong's voice bloomed inside the silent room. In a dimly lit, spacious apartment, you are slowly breathing and lying unconscious on a plush, oversized couch. The air is filled with a calming scent, like lavender, and the low hum of gentle conversation.

The young boy tears his eyes away from your figure towards the leader of the gang, who is standing beside the chair, leaning against it and often glancing at you.

"but she?"

Jeno, who is sitting near your head, checks your temperature, placing his fingers on your forehead, "we promised her to make sure of her safety."

"and why are you helping her?" Wooyoung stares at them after asking the question. He notices how the males exchange looks among them when the leader again speaks up.

Sighing, he brushes back his hairs, "we care for her."

"why?"

"because she is just like us. Walking the same path." This time it's Mark who said, placing the tray with medicine and water on the table, beside the couch. He glances at your figure.

Wooyoung nods slowly, standing up and caressing your head, the others eyes following his affection towards you. He really cares for you and they know how close you both are --- they know a lot about you. Well, some of them. But others are always eager to know about the infamous undercover agent. And, seeing you close up at the club for the first time is like a miracle...a fantasy comes true to them.

"take care of her. I hope I can trust you all." Wooyoung eyes them, Mark steps forward but the younger one gestures at him with a raised hand, "don't worry. I'm not going to report you all. Well, even if I do then also, you all are going to escape the government smoothly so there's no point."

He bid them goodbye and you are under the roof with six unknown familiar males whose eyes are staring at your sleeping figure.

"we should have killed him." Haechan glares at Taeyong when the latter nods and just blankly observes the younger's anger. "handing him over to them is a useless move."

"it will give her the credit that she made the mission possible to solve. Remember it." Jaehyun reminds him of the actual motive for leaving those shitheads alive, even when he himself wanted to kill them for touching you, for even looking at you inappropriately.

"This sedative is a stronger one. Even if she regains consciousness, it's difficult for her to react normally." Mark said and shakes his head, thinking of possibilities after you wake up.

Jaemin slumps down on the chair, "she should wake up by now, the antidote must work by this time."

As the night slowly slips into the early hours of morning, you find yourself stirring from a deep, disorienting sleep. The last thing you remember is the flashing lights of the club and the music pounding in your ears. Then, facing some men and fighting with them and the blur images of them pinning you down. Now, everything is quiet, almost eerily so, except for the soft murmur of voices and the occasional clinking of glassware.

Your eyelids feel heavy as you try to open them, and a dull ache throbs in your head. Blinking a few times, your vision starts to clear, and you notice you're lying on an enormous, incredibly soft bed in what seems to be a spacious and tastefully decorated-bedroom. The lighting is low, casting a warm, golden glow across the room, which feels strangely comforting.

Your head feels heavy, and your vision is slightly blurred, but you can make out the silhouettes of six figures moving around you, each one focused on making sure you're okay.

The closest to you is a man with dark hair and a calm, composed expression. He's seated beside you on the bed, gently pressing a cool, damp cloth to your forehead. His touch is careful, almost tender, and his eyes meet yours as he notices you're waking up.

The others also come closer.

"Hey," he says softly, a gentle smile forming on his lips. "You're awake. How are you feeling?" he puts away the cloth and holds you to help to get up. your saviour.

His voice is low and soothing, and it takes you a moment to process the question. Your mouth feels dry, and you struggle to find the words, but you manage to nod slightly. The boy's smile deepens, and he continues to stroke your hair and massage the scalp, clearly relieved that you're conscious.

"you..."

He leans forward, breathing near your neck, he whispers into your ear, "it's Jaehyun. Call me that."

You blink at him, "where am I?"

On the floor next to the bed, another boy, with softer features and an almost angelic appearance, is sitting. That attractive guy. He holds your hand. His grip is light, yet reassuring, like he's trying to convey that everything is okay without overwhelming you. He looks up at you with concern, his eyes searching your face for any signs of distress.

"You're safe now," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "We're here for you."

You keep staring at him and he gets your curious question.

"Taeyong, the leader of the gang."

Across the room, a boy with sharp features and a serious expression is standing by a window, speaking quietly into his phone. His tone is firm but filled with care, and as you listen, you realize he's talking to Wooyoung, who must be worried sick.

"She's with us now, and we're taking good care of her," the  boy says, glancing in your direction to make sure you're okay. "You don't need to worry. Go home and rest. We'll keep her safe."

After a brief pause, during which he listens to the other end of the call, he nods, his expression softening slightly. "I promise, we've got everything under control. We'll call you if anything changes, but for now, just trust us."

He ends the call with a quiet sigh, slipping the phone into his pocket as he walks back over to where you're lying. He kneels down beside you, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of concern and determination. "Wooyoung was here. He went back to the team base."

"the men..."

Jeno smiles, "they are caught. You did well, little agent."

"you all didn't respond to me."

"sorry...but it was all your lover boy's fault. His teammates prevented us from contacting you further."

"Hyuck, shut up." the man sits near your feet, "I am Mark. Sorry about him. actually, we heard your call but your teammates were not trusting us and accusing us of everything. I'm sorry we used you to confront them but thanks a lot, finally we are able to catch them."

Hyuck presses his lips into a thin line, "sorry. We were late even when we promised you."

"No. it's okay." You mutter softly. "I thought you all left me in my misery."

"never, y/n. we won't do this ever." The pretty face smiles at you, "this pretty face has a name and that's Jaemin." you smile at him.

It's too much. And, moreover you are with a mafia gang and you don't know how and why you are here. Even Wooyoung left you here with them. He trusts them like you trusted them and stepped into the danger.

Meanwhile, Taeyong and Jaemin are busy in the open kitchen area. One of them is boiling water, his movements quick and efficient as he prepares a pot of herbal tea. The other is rummaging through the cabinets, looking for something light and easy for you to eat once you're feeling up to it. They exchange a few words in hushed tones, their focus entirely on making sure you're comfortable.

"take this medicine, it should help you relax", Mark says as he pours the water into a glass. "And we should get some crackers ready for later." You take it and gulp it down. "before you ask more, take it slow."

Hyuck nods in agreement, "well you can me Haechan even Hyuck is also fine with me.", pulling out a small plate and arranging a few simple snacks on it. Their actions are precise, almost instinctual, as if taking care of someone in need comes naturally to them. Jeno comes near with a pair of trousers and t-shirt, "get change into this. You must be uncomfortable with that."

By the door, the last two boys are engaged in a quiet conversation, their voices low but their expressions serious. They're discussing how to ensure the apartment is secure, checking the locks and making sure no one will disturb the peace they've created in this safe haven.

After changing in the washroom, you get to know about them more. This apartment is not their permanent residence. This is one of their spare places and this is the place they run to for your emergency and taking you to their mansion would overwhelm you so keeping you somewhere comfortable and cozy is better.

"We should keep an eye on things, just in case," Taeyong says, glancing back at you with a protective gaze. "We don't want anyone showing up uninvited."

Jaehyun nods in agreement, his expression determined. "Agreed. We'll take turns keeping watch. She needs to rest without any more interruptions."

As you start to feel more alert, Jeno notices the change in your breathing and the slight movement of your fingers. He leans in a bit closer, his voice gentle as he asks, "Do you need anything? Water? Tea?"

Jaemin holding your hand gives it a light squeeze, his eyes never leaving your face. "It's okay if you don't feel like talking yet," he says softly. "Just know we're here, and we won't leave your side."

Their kindness is overwhelming, and despite the lingering fear and confusion, a sense of safety begins to wash over you. You're surrounded by warmth, not just from the blankets draped over you or the soft lighting in the room, but from the genuine care these six men are showing you.

As the moments pass, you start to relax, the tension in your muscles easing as you let yourself be cared for. The night may have taken a terrifying turn, but now, in this room filled with quiet voices and gentle touches, you know that you're in good hands. These men, with their unwavering concern and protective presence, have made sure of that.

It's been a week, the incident at the club happened. Well, atleast the case is solved. Yeah, you should have been more careful because there were four of them and yet you chose to fight with them all alone. Such overconfidence!

You close your laptop, lying on your stomach on the couch and decide to search for a particular number.

"Hello!"

"Y/n, how are you? Have you eaten? Decided the place?" As usual he is bombarding you with questions. You chuckle into the call before humming.

"Yeah, I had my lunch a while ago and I'm completely fine. Sometimes I do feel weak but it's okay I'm taking the medicines."

"So? Going where?"

You sigh, "I don't know."

There's a moment of silence before his voice reaches your ear again, "have you spoken to them?"

Actually, you didn't. After coming back to your apartment, you have just texted a simple message — I'm okay. That's it and nothing more. But you notice your phone has their contact numbers saved in it and there's few messages but you never read them.

"No."

"They care for you a lot, y/n. I don't know why but......I have seen the anger and frustration in their eyes when you were locked in the room and they were impatient to get in there." He pauses to take a breath, "I think you should talk with them."

Care for you. Did you hear correctly? There must be a reason behind this. Everyone does something for a reason.

"Do you think I should trust them?" You ask it quickly, as if you really want to know the answer to this. You do.

"Yes." He says quietly and adds, "once we were all in the same department. I know them, never worked together but heard the praises back then so I know there must be a reason they chose this illegal path."

"They don't trust the government and its way of working. Their hatred is stronger than you can imagine." You remember the distaste Jaemin and Jeno had when telling you the reason behind them helping you, even Haechan was scoffing at every mention of their past association with the government.

"Can be. Anyways, you should trust them and I'm here if you need anything. Also, Joong and Hwa said you are free now because we don't have any mission where we require you but if you are okay with the front-field missions-"

"No. I'm not going to be there. You know I don't want to mess up." You glare at the leather in front.

He sighs, "okay. You didn't do any harm. It was all of us who were at fault, but it's you who got the blame."

"Don't remind me."

"Sorry. Anyways, enjoy the free days before the department dumping us does another shit job."

You mutter a low, "whatever."

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"Well, we meet again."

Looking up at the voice, you see the same smiling face from that night, "Jaemin."

Inviting himself to sit beside you on the bench, he stares at you, "waiting for someone? Lover?"

You roll your eyes, "can't I be here for myself? It's comfortable here."

"Of course. This place is more comfortable because you are here." And again. "You should have called me, I could have entertained you as a friend."

Staring at your book in your hold, you reply, "Wooyoung is my only friend."

"I thought he was your boyfriend."

You scoff at the thought, " he would better date San rather than me. His best friend Yeosang literally claims me as the worst girlfriend ever."

"He is mentally unstable. Who would call you the worst-"

"Here, take the ice-cream before it melts down."  You follow the ice-cream, the hand and that belongs to Haechan. When your eyes meet, he gestures with his chin to take it. Uncontrollably, your hand raises up, grabbing the cone and gently saying thanks. "Oh no need to be so polite and all. I like your strong aura."

Honestly, he was impressed with your confidence back in the club.

You love ice-cream and accepting the little token of......love...no wait – care, is fine.

He sits on your other side, taking the book from you and reading a few lines, ignoring your protest against snatching your book without permission.

"You read these kinds of books in broad afternoon?" His smirking face looks at you when you glare at him and try to take away the book but he holds it far, gesturing you towards the ice-cream, "eat that. I'm not taking your book with me."

Jaemin is laughing lightly on your other side, when you feel a cold liquid drop on the skin of the palm, you lick the cream, eyes wide and a small smile adorning your lips.

It's tasty. The best one. You wanted to say it but you didn't want to show them your -- this side. They have already seen your weak side because of the sedative.

"You don't have to care what I read or not." Licking your lips, you continue, "it's my personal choice."

Jaemin tugs your hair behind your hairs and pulls them all together in the back, holding them in a ponytail before taking your crunchie from your side and tying it properly, "your hairs will get sticky if cream gets on them. Also, if you want to share your stories with someone. Consider us always available."

He is so nice.

"Why would I?"

"Sharing is a thing, darling." Haechan says it softly near your ear, his breathing raising goosebumps on your neck. The affectionate and the endearment is evidently having an effect on you.

"I don't like sharing things with strangers."

"Well, getting to know us is a first step, bunny. Also, you accepted an ice-cream from a stranger." Jaemin says and chuckles, "oh don't get me wrong. You can have it. I'm just teasing you. But we can be friends, you know."

Friends with them...

"I'll think about it."

"6 or 7?" Haechan asks you suddenly. You furrow your brows in confusion and stare at him. He rolls his eyes and repeats himself, "choose a perfect timing. Evening."

"7...."

"Get ready and one of us will pick you up at exactly 7, tomorrow."

"Why?"

"It's my birthday." Jaemin cheers. Haechan rolling his eyes on your other side, closing the book and placing it beside you. "Dress pretty."

"how are you sure I'm going?"

"Well, you haven't deny yet." Haechan sassily says and stands up. Your eyes following them, tongue and mouth busy tasting the delicious cream. "Anyways, hope to see you tomorrow."

Jaemin also smiled and stood up beside him. You stare up at them when they wait for your reply. But you don't want to utter a word. You don't know what to say...you are in confusion. A part of you is telling you to stay away from them and the other part is trusting them blindly and following their every move. You just nod slightly but clearly they are eager to hear something from you. Jaemin gives you a tight smile and Haechan bites his lower lip, head tilted to the side.

"bye", he scans your figure, smirking at you, "you look pretty in pastel colors."

Jaemin hits his head and chuckles, turning his gaze back to you, "even though, it's my birthday but you should be the prettiest."

You just blink in return.

As soon as they turn around, you throw away the tissue after wiping your hands and mouth after finishing the ice-cream.

"wait!"

Their steps halt, turning around, there you stood close to them, extending your hand, "give me a phone." Jaemin blinks in confusion but Haechan is quick to give in to your demand.

They watch you type something in the device and hand back him the phone, "I'm trusting you with my location. Don't be late. I have little patience sometimes." Without speaking anything more, you turn around, collecting your things from the bench and putting them inside your side bag and step away, muttering a light, "bye." Walking farther from them. Their eyes follow your form, distancing from them.

"why didn't you say Wooyoung already told you her address?" Jaemin asks the boy beside him, the other one chuckles, "well, you could have too. But it's better she showed a sign of trusting us."

"well, let's go."

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Contemplating your decision – whether to go or not even when you are standing in front of the mirror in a pastel pink colour knee length dress. Your phone lit up when a message pops, announcing the arrival of him.

Taeyong came to pick you up. the leader of the uprising mafia gang is picking up a government undercover spy for a birthday party. Such an ironic moment! Whatever. Picking up your vanity bag, your heels clicking on the marbles when you reach the front door of your apartment. There he stood in all black leather, leaning against his car. He looks exquisite.

Approaching him, he raises his head, smiling at you, "what a beautiful sight to look at, my lady!" opening the door for you to enter, you quickly get in. skipping towards the other side of the car, he gets into the driver seat and brushes his hair in the rear-view mirror, "how do you manage to look so cute being a spy?"

"stop with your flirting." You roll your eyes and stare at his side-profile. His pointy nose, big eyes, sharp jawline and thick brows with the black hairs falling over his forehead. A perfect leader aura. Honestly, you didn't have any idea that this gang would be so handsome and attractive. Heck, you didn't even know you would be riding a car with the leader to a birthday party. Why did you agree?

"I can't stop myself from falling for you, pretty lady or should I say pretty distraction?" all of them have one thing in common. The smooth talking with sultry in their tones.

You need a change in your life.

"Mr. leader, focus on the road ahead. Need to appear in one piece at the party." You smirk at him and he laughs, speeding the car.

"whatever you say, pretty."

Trusting them isn't going to be bad.

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Meanwhile five men with their drinks in hold, spread across the big living room of the mansion. Conversing on the same topic. You.

"You sure, she is coming?" Mark places the glass on the glass counter and folds his hand. Jaemin nods enthusiastically, "I am."

Jeno scoffs, "You seem too excited for her being here rather than celebrating your birthday."

"well of course, she is the main reason. This shitty birthday comes every year. And, you all bring those strawberry cakes. I swear if you do the same this time." He glares at Haechan, who raises his hands in defense.

"hey, don't look at me like that. I didn't do it alone even though the plan is mine." He smirks and raises a brow at him, completely enjoying riling up the birthday boy like this.

"when will they arrive?" Jeno asks the man beside him, Jaehyun sips his drink before replying, "Taeyong is at the signal. Will be here within ten minutes."

"why so eager to see her?" Haechan asks cockily.

Mark rolls his eyes at the boy, "as if you are not. Shut up for a moment, seriously."

It took thirty minutes to arrive at their mansion, not going to lie, you have been to such places for only missions but never as a casual individual. Well, your instincts work as your profession, you observe the surroundings, how a butler approaches the car when he parks sideways. You scan the new male and every lit-up place where the golden rays of light illuminate the mansion beautifully.

"welcome to the venue, pretty."

He gestures for you to step forward when the butler opens the door for both of you.

"can you call me by my name? it's y/n." you hiss at him.

He raises his eyebrows in surprise, "well, now I got your name. you haven't introduced yourself to me then how can I even know your name."

Stepping into the hallway leading to the living room, you glance at him, "you all already know me. so, stop pretending."

A sudden hug makes you look forward to when you were busy looking at the man walking beside you.

"Finally, you are here." It's Jaemin, who is smiling widely at your form in his white hoodie. A little smile appears on your face for the affection. You have never felt so loved by anyone. Well, your teammates are also nice with you but they are more in professional terms with you, except Wooyoung. You take out a small box from your bag and extend your hand towards him, "Happy Birthday, Jaemin."

"woah, there was no need for this. You are the best gift to me here today." His flirty ass comment got some scoffs and roll of eyes from others except the one who comes closer to both of you.

"what's in the box?" Haechan tries to take it from Jaemin who glares back, "that's for me."

"always a nosy one." Your sudden comment got other's attention and the silence is screaming inside your mind and at you. Why did you say it out loud? What are they thinking about you? Oh gosh. "I'm sorry."

They burst into loud laughter when Haechan glares at them but quickly snickers looking at your surprised expression. Jaemin brings you to the center of the room, holding your hand and guiding you to the table. the others also gather closer to you. The last time you have seen all of them together was when you bid goodbye the next day after that night.

It's been over a month that you are seeing them again. Never thought to be in front of them again but here you are, exchanging small greets and smiles and hearing their concerning voices for you.

After cutting the cake, well you get to know this time it's chocolate cake because you love this flavor otherwise, they would have bought a strawberry one, just to tease him. he didn't give any bites to others, asking them to take it on their own. You look around the place and see them all in either all leathers or all denims. They look more handsome than the last day and not to deny, your eyes can't leave their attractive forms. You loved to click photos with them even when you were surprised they have social media accounts being mafia members.

"say ah!" Jaemin holds a piece of cake in front of your face, urging you to open your mouth. You shake your head and try to take it from him when he smiles, "it's my day so let me do this. It's my wish to feed you this cake. Please."

Hesitating to give in to his request, you glance at others and they are already looking towards you, "Jaemin..."

"please."

You take the bite quickly, without delay and make it more embarrassing. He steps back towards the couch and you stand near the table, awkwardly thinking what you are actually doing here. With some strangers you met at the club and then helped each other to solve the trafficking situation and then saved you from the incident and now inviting you to the birthday party.

"can I also give you a bite of this cake?" you look towards the man standing beside you. Mark smiles at you dearly, sweetly like the birthday boy. You furrow your brows in confusion when he chuckles and replies to your curiosity, "last week. It was my birthday but for important work, we couldn't celebrate it. so, as you, our special guest is here. Let me celebrate mine too."

His young facial features with prominent cheekbones and round eyes with the soft tone with such a loving tone is luring you with a smile to appear on your face. Unknowingly, you nod and part your lips, having the small bite of the piece of cake he is holding.

"belated happy birthday, Mark."

He laughs, "Thank you."

"thanks for this special gift, y/n." Jaemin's voice makes you both look towards him. he is holding the watch you bought in the morning. After deciding on a whole lot of things, you end up opting for a wrist watch. Hoping, that would be the most convenient gift.

You smile, "I couldn't come up with a better thing. That's the only option I could think of."

"hey! It's my favorite watch from now on." He reassures your anxious self.

You look towards Mark, "I'll buy you something later."

He blinks at you, making an eye-contact when he suddenly bends forward, his lips near your neck, chuckling into the ear, "well, be my friend. That's the best gift for me."

Your breath hitches but you cough a little, clearing your throat and looking around.

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"so how come you all know my name?" glancing at Taeyong when you notice his smirk and looking away towards Jeno beside you, "like you even followed me there at the club. So, any mission? To get me."

"oh, it's not like that." Jeno chuckles, "we were sure that the government must have sent an undercover spy but didn't expect it to be you. We were lucky for the second time to encounter you on a mission."

"you all seem too excited to have me there." You sip your drink, eyeing him and then the man beside him, Jaehyun, "thanks for standing up for me that night."

"no worries. Stay away from those shitheads." Jaehyun shows his dimple smile in the end.

You shake your head and sigh, "it's just a part of my job. I have to work normal in my every undercover profession. Well, about knowing me..." you trail off in the end when Jeno speaks up this time.

"your last mission failed because of us. Right?" he stares at you.

You gulp, nodding slightly, remembering the shouts and blame you received after returning from the place to the office. Hongjoong was totally displeased with you and Seonghwa's betrayed eyes are still burning on your skin.

"if we didn't divert your plan then you wouldn't be sitting here with us today." Mark leans back into the couch.

You smirk, "why? You all would've got caught?"

"no. you could've died."

Your smirk falters. A shocked and lost expression replaces your bright features. Why? The possibility of your death and they helped you to escape the danger is a new aspect of the mission you discovered.

Jaehyun notices the horror on your face, "hey..." he kneels down in front of you, holding your hands and tapping them softly with a faint smile on his lips, "don't worry. You are a smart agent. And we will always protect you from the dangers. We got your back."

You stare at his face, their gestures are so soft, comfortable and welcoming. And, the more you are interacting with them, the more you are leaning towards them. They give you a feeling of...care in the form of protection.

"why are you helping me?"

"y/n..." Jaemin kneels beside Jaehyun, smiling at you, "because we want to. You are a special person to us."

"huh?"

"remember? the seniors under whom you worked for a project and you even made their brothers your friends. it was such a fun night."

Wait. It's them? And, it was such a short interaction. You were stuck late at the library, finishing up a group project when one of your teammates feel sick and the other one skipped and went on a trip. And to get the point, you were alone doing the work. When, four batchmates approaches you for help. Now you realize --- it was Mark, Jeno, Jaemin and Haechan. Their elder brothers --- Taeyong and Jaehyun were your seniors and that night, it was six of them working hard with you to finish a one month project in one night. After that, you met them at the playground the next week to thank them. That's it. no more interaction, just some passing by them and attending same classes. But they still remember you.

"you all remember me?", licking your lips, you continue, "I thought you didn't care. I mean, it's okay. We never interacted much to still remember me after years."

Taeyong nods his head slowly, "well, we still remember the little crush you had back then on Jeno. We admire your intelligence." Snickering, he flicks your nose, "it was so cute though."

"and who knew that the meritorious, perfect, polite and soft natured girl would be an undercover agent in future. Well, you were a computer science student and wanted to be a developer then how come you joined the Intelligence Team of the government? You didn't attend any classes with us regarding that." Haechan asks in a curious way.

You nod, heaving a sigh, allowing your mind to skip over all the memories, "it's a long story. Just in short, the situation made me change the decision. I was in need of money and the orphanage where I grew up is funded by Yunho's parents so he offered me this position for being an intelligent student so that's how I joined as a hacker in the team but later I excel the skill of being an agent."

"wow. You are smarter than I can imagine." Mark compliments.

"let's have dinner. It's getting late. She needs to go back home." Jaehyun states and glance at you, "you look pretty in this dress."

Jeno leans towards your side, whispering with his husky voice, "well this kind of dress really suits you. Wear it more often." Chuckling, he continues, "you look a lot more my type even though you already are."

You meet his eyes when he backs away, smirking at your expression. Even though, you are holding a strong façade, your heart is fluttering and skipping beats, the old university student self of yours dancing at the thought of your crush calling you his type --- fucking his type.

"thanks."

At the dining table, you sit between Jeno and Mark, others taking their chairs while conversing among them, "don't you feel lonely staying all alone at that apartment?" Mark asks you, looking at you and brushing your stray hairs away from the face.

"sometimes." It hurts more than anyone can think.

Jeno pats your head, "then come to us. We can hang around and do whatever you want."

"thank you." You mutter under your breath.

"why?" Jeno asks, furrowing his brows but a small smile dancing on his lips, "we did nothing."

"for treating me so nicely. I forgot you all, sorry for that but...", smiling at them, genuinely feeling that you are living a different life with them, "let's know ourselves again." Stupid, how did you forget Jeno? Your crush. That's why the name felt a little familiar and his face was reminding you of someone. But the urgent situation of your days after the university ended left you in such a miserable condition that you had to delete your extra unnecessary stuff from your mind.

The servants serve the food on all of your plates, you don't get to have such a grand and delicious dinner everyday and by their look, this is common for them unlike you. Taking a fry in your hand and biting into it, you realize that it's far more delicious than your daily take-outs at night. You only cook during daytime otherwise you spend your days strolling around the city at night.

"how is the chicken fry?" Jaemin asks you and you quickly look up at him, clearly you were zoning out earlier.

"it's good. Really. Thank you for inviting me and for the food." You send a warm and bright smile towards them.

"Well, you were not coming initially." Haechan comments and before you could reply to him, he laughs it off, "just kidding."

Taeyong clears his throat, "you are free these days."

You stare at him, letting him continue, "have you thought about planning your free days?"

"maybe rotting in my apartment or disappearing to a different country." You shrug in the end.

"do you want to come with us to our penthouse in the mountains?"

Do you?

Jaemin adds into the conversation, "we can stay there until you are getting your next order from your department."

Wow.

It won't be a harm, right?

"it's okay, we are just asking." Jeno assures you when he notices your lost expression. Mark pats your back, urging you to eat before it gets cold but they didn't expect your sudden question.

"when are we leaving?"

You are trusting them a lot, y/n.

For once, you want to experience a life like a normal girl like you were till your university days. Where you had a single identity and your present.

Staying with them is more than fun, you could never imagine that your holidays after the mission would be this entertaining. They are more open and accepting towards you. Their lingering gazes, soft touches, oh you have never missed the innuendo gestures from some of them, especially Jaemin, Jaehyun and Haechan.

You even heard stories from Taeyong how it was like being official government members and now becoming a part of the dark side of the world. The interesting part is that, their public identity is them being the renowned CEOs of the company 'Orange Seoul'. You wondered why they never got confronted by anyone even when they are publicly running a big ass company. The famous government officials, Johnny and Yuta, along with Ten, the intern, are helping them. Kun, the head official of the investigation teams is on their side. Half of the government side is corrupted. But, even if they run these illegal shits, they are helping the government with protecting the innocent people.

Like they are protecting their innocent Ruby --- you from this corrupted world.

Three months, you are staying with them and there was once your teammates needed you but Wooyoung let you skip it and managed it on his own, telling other members that you are sick. He wants you to enjoy your common day life.

There's something to confess --- the little crush on Jeno is igniting again but they don't know one more fact about you that you were attracted to all of them. But this thought itself is weird so it's better to keep it a secret from them.

"hey, what are you doing alone sitting here?" Jaehyun asks and sits beside you. He is in his shorts, he wants to go swimming into the pool and here you are sitting on the edge, dipping your legs into the water and humming a song. You smile at him and your eyes trail over his exposed muscles, abs and the excess visible flesh.

"just relaxing and thinking about my life."

He places his palm over yours by the side, you didn't pull away, "are you not happy?"

"no. it's just I'm loving this life more than my actual one." You sigh.

He stares at your face, the same pretty girl he watched every day at the university days and even if you think he didn't notice your longing gazes at him, he did. He noticed your every secret glance and you watching his basketball matches, hiding behind the pillars in the corner of the indoor stadium. You were too adorable.

"then stay with us. Forever."

You quickly look at him, eyes widening but chuckles because you think he is joking, "you know it's not possible."

"it's only you who can make it possible."

"how?"

He jumps into the pool, water splashes over your whole form and you shout, "hey! You drenched me."

His laugh echoes in the place, "that was the whole point."

"Jaehyun, I swear. You just wait when you come out of the waters." You glare at him but his laugh intensifies, swimming towards you and then stands, brushing back his drenched hair, his body high-lighting under the golden lights of the pool, making it look warm. "don't come closer. I'm going to my room to change-"

He pulls you by your ankle into the water and holds you against his body, "where are you running, sweetheart?" the frown on your face disappears as his endearment causes a shiver run down your spine, his teeth tugging at his lips, your eyes scanning the surroundings where he is focused on you, you can feel his burning gaze and this causes your heart to pound harder against your chest.

Your front flash against his abs, his arms around your waist and smirking down at you in his hold when you look at him, "what are you doing?"

"why didn't you talk to me during university days?" he asks you softly, his eyes solid on your face and his fingers caressing the skin revealing in your stomach because of the crop top. "you know how I hated Heesung for being all friendly with you."

"you were jealous?" you ask him softly, staring back at his handsome face.

The old possessiveness washes over him like a tidal wave, this time you are finally in his hold, so close, he hated when your classmate's eyes were all over you when you both used to converse.

"I am still." He scoffs, "I am better than him."

"he was my friend." You smirk at him. even when your heart is pounding, you are not going to give in to him so easily.

"and who am I?" he asks quickly. You open your mouth to speak, but he appears to be interested in admiring you, rolling your damp hair between his fingers, pulling you closer when he feels you parting away. "I am waiting for your answer." Jaehyun is definitely enjoying this and his sultry gaze remains on your face, your nervous eyes meeting his ravenous gaze.

Your arms drape over his shoulders, with your head titling attractively to the side, "a senior." His smirk widens and his hold tightens around you, pulling you closer to his chest, his free hand gripping your chin to make you look at him.

"oh...that's it? I'm going to make myself more than a senior to you." He dips his head down to attach his lips to your cheek, he pulls apart quickly, hoping for your discomfort but here you are closing your eyes and allowing him to control you. Allowing a mafia member to do anything to the government official. His lips attach to your jaw, trailing down to your throat, your fingers grip his biceps tightly. "y/n...if you don't want this. Tell me to stop."

"No." your breath heaving, parting your eyelids, you match his eyes, "I want this. I need it." your breath stops for a moment for how handsome and attractive he is looking with his glossy lips and water dripping from his hairs.

You turn your head, giving him better access to administer his kisses and licks your neck with now his arms locked on your waist and other holding the back of your neck. He bit your throat when you gasp, "Jae..."

"shhh...we don't want others to hear us. They might come here anytime." Pressing a soft kiss on your lips, a cold chuckle leaves his lips, against your skin, "but that's the main part of the fun." His arm holds your bare legs and hooks them around his waist. Goosebumps arising on your skin with every passing moment, because of the cold water and the gush of wind. But his warm body is distracting you from the surrounding.

He slams his lips on yours, pulling your lower lip with his teeth and deepening his kiss. He wished to kiss this every time when you went to see his match, every time he heard your name in any conversation --- let it be during university, or missions. You reciprocate his kiss with equal fervor.

His hands protectively placed on your back and the other on your ass cheek, he moves towards the ledge with still kissing you feverishly till he reaches the tiled ledge. He settles on it and pulls you on his lap, when you both break the kiss.

"what am I now?" placing a kiss on your lips, he smirks, "I don't think a senior kisses his junior this way."

"well, they do. I have seen Jungwoo kissing one of my classmates once and then the next day he pretended as if it's nothing." You are testing the water and you know it's becoming hot and you are lowkey loving it.

"did you ever have intimacy with anyone?" he asks you all of a sudden. "I want a direct answer. yes or no."

You shake your head, "No."

"would you allow me to do it?" you avert your eyes away, feeling shy all of a sudden.

"I don't know..."

He chuckles in your ears, biting the lobe, "wrong answer, sweetheart."

"then fucking do something."

He laughs lightly, "someone is getting impatient here." He dips his head to your shoulder, smelling into your perfume and humming against your skin, getting lost in your touch when you grab his hair and other roaming around his bare back. "can I take off your top?"

You nod quickly, complying with his every request, agreeing with every word rolling out his tongue. Pulling up your top, he throws it away, his mouth automatically latches with your upper portion of your chest, licking your visible part of the breast pumped out of the bra.

"do you know how to cock-warm?" you shake your head again when he plants a kiss on your temple, "you have to trust me."

"I trust you and that's why I'm here staying with you for three months here in the mountains." You smile softly and rest your head on his shoulder, kissing his neck.

His fingers moving under your drenched skirt, lingering on your inner thigh and you squirm in his hold. His cold fingers coming in contact with your warm core when you gasp in the crook of his neck, "Jaehyun..."

A shiver runs down your spine when he pushes your panty aside and inserts a finger, your folds engulfing his finger and squeezing it tightly, "oh god. How can you make me fit?" his skill-full finger starts moving, "need to prep you so good." Adding one more when you cry out but he hushes you with a kiss and soothing you to relax. adding one more finger, he moves it in a same pace and scissoring often and hitting your g-spot.

A knot builds up in your lower belly and his whispers igniting it, "I'm gonna cum." you are ashamed of how quickly your body is reacting.

"yes. Fucking give it to me, sweetheart. Let it go."

And, you did. Again, complying to his request. You are panting against his chest but he doesn't let you rest, not when he finally gets you to himself after years of waiting and he will prove everything to you. He was controlling himself for last three months and now he is not leaving his only chance with you. He manhandles you to sit straight, pulling his shorts down a bit to reveal his length and grabs it, giving it squeeze and pumping before pulling you and lining the tip to your entrance. Inserting it, you gasp, your glistening eyes meet his lust filled eyes. He bites his lips at your expression.

Kissing your lips, and the top of your head, he chuckles, "are you fine?" He grunts in your ear when your walls squeeze around him and you bit his shoulder. Your nails are digging into his back. He knows, it will leave marks and he will definitely love it more than anything.

"It's hurting, Jaehyun..." you moan into his ear. Tears falling from your eyes and he wipes it off.

"Relax. It'll get better." Kissing your cheek, he smiles softly, "talk to me. Let's talk about something."

"What..." moaning out his name, you continue, trying to look into his eyes, "do you want to hear?"

"About you." He smiles, looking down at you. You are looking so adorable, so cute and innocent. An undercover agent who won't hesitate to kill someone if needed to complete her mission is looking so innocent in his hold. "I want to know so much about you."

This is very sweet and newfound feelings for you because no one ever wanted to know about you and here he is asking you about yourself...moreover, he wanted to know about you. Other boys or men either want to have one night stand or want time to use you for their benefits.

"I am not a villain." You whisper, your breaths tickling in the crook of his neck, his fingers moving along your hairlines, often kissing on the crown of your head and rubbing your back when you are adjusting your head on his shoulder. "Everyone thinks of me as heartless and stubborn but...I am just doing this because this is my life."

"You are my sweetheart. Our little agent, y/n." He laughs lightly in the end. "you are not how you think. you are important to me and to us."

You chuckle, "you know I can slit your throat if..."

"If you were not interested in us." The sudden voice makes you flinch. Jaehyun cranes his head to look at the direction of the intruder when he notices the familiar silhouette of a man behind his back, near the glass door connecting the back room with the pool. Following his gaze, Jaehyun looks down and sees you hiding your face in embarrassment.

"Y/n..."

The click of the boots make you clench around him and his smirk appears on the face.

"You like when someone is watching us?" Even though you are shaking your head yet your walls clenching around him, your slick slipping down his shaft.

The man sits beside Jaehyun, lighting up a cigarette and holding it between his fingers. "Don't you both feel cold? There's so many rooms available."

"Are you jealous?" You can make out Jaehyun's cocky voice. He loves to rile him up.

The latter laughs and places his hand on your thigh, moving up and down, "y/n, look at me. Come on. Don't be all shy with me."

You shake your head. One hand lazily droops around Jaehyun's shoulder and other trying to move the hand on your thigh. The man catches your hand and pulls you towards facing him, making your body jolt a bit. Jaehyun adjusts your hairs to make your face visible clearly.

Your eyes remain closed but a sudden wave of chill runs down your spine when you feel lips attaching to yours, a low whisper with a heavy chuckle, "why don't you give me a show, y/n?"

Eyelids parting, meeting his lust eyes, hungrily watching at you, the warmth of his palms burning on your skin, you find your voice again to speak.

"Taeyong..."

"Yes, baby. Make him feel good." Caressing your cheek, the other side of your face pressed against Jaehyun's chest, your walls clenching tight due to two male's hands roaming around your body and their dark voices directly into your ears.

Taeyong places a kiss on your temple, before sliding down into the water and swims on his own.

"Let's give him a show, sweetheart." Jaehyun moans your name into your ear, licking the lobe, pulling it between his teeth. "You feel so good. So so good."

"Please fuck me, Jaehyun...please please..." you whimpering in his lap.

He laughs, "yes." He thrusts his hip up, earning a loud moan out of you. A whistle can be heard from a distance, meeting Jaehyun's eyes, you follow his gaze behind your back. There Taeyong stood with all his drenched body and brushed back hair and smirking at you both. Lazily, diving towards you from the distance.

The sudden deep thrust makes your eyes avert from the one into the water to the one holding you.

"Jae...hyun."

"Yes, y/n. Say my name." Kissing your cheek, he pulls your head back harshly by grabbing your hair and facing you, licking his own lips at your blissed expression. He thrusts upward, drilling into you. "Say you love it."

"Yes I love it." Your nails digging into his back. Kissing his neck and throat. Making him groan when you move your hip to match his thrust, "please move faster."

"Of course." His drills into you, earning a loud moan out of you. "Yes, just like that. Let everyone know that I'm more than a senior."

"Jae- ugh please." His hold on your hair tightens and your scalp burning with the pull, then you feel another pair of hands hugging you from behind, unclasping the hook of the bra and revealing your chest, bouncing with the effect of the thrusts and Jaehyun's mouth immediately attaches with your hard nipples.

"You look so hot like this." Taeyong's shot breath whisper with water dripping from his hair on your shoulder and his teeth biting your earlobe, fingers pinching and pulling with your left out nipple. "Are you near?"

"Yes yes...wanna cum please." Your tears rolling down your face. Jaehyun's lips leaving your chest to attach with your lips, where Taeyong's free hand sneaks to your clit, rubbing it in circles, igniting the fire in your belly.

"Hold it for us, love." Taeyong said and chuckles in your ear, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek. The both male share looks, having the same hunger and lust for you. But one thing that they got to know is you are a total sub for them even if you are a daring agent —- their little agent.

Your blissed out face, bare body manhandling by them, complying to their everything, begging them for pleasure and their whole attention on you is an absolute sight to see.

"I can't please." your begging got a bite from Taeyong on the side of your throat, they both are marking your body as if they own you. But do they really? What are you to them? That's for later to know. For now, all you can concentrate is on the two hands roaming around you. The lips are attached to every single inch of skin that's visible to their eyes. They couldn't have done anything if you wouldn't have allowed them to touch. But you did. You let them see you in other ways, touch them, feel them, think about you and moreover, you allowed them to have you.

A low chuckle with a wet kiss on your bare shoulder, followed by a whisper from Taeyong, "then let it go for us."

For them. The continuous pressure and their dirty whispers let your body give up in their hands, shaking and moaning loudly, eyes rolling back and feeling as if you are floating on the water of the pool. Even when you ride out your high after cumming hard, they didn't stop, neither their gaze left your body. Jaehyun changes your position from above him to manhandling to cage you between him and the pavement at the ledge. Taeyong supports himself to the side both of you, leaning with his two elbows resting on the tiles and watching you getting fucked out of your mind by his friend. Even when you are begging him to stop, of course you didn't mean it but yet they both were having pride and liked to watch you in that condition under them.

Taeyong chuckles at himself, the girl who had missions to catch him, to gather information against him, is allowing him to watch herself getting fucked and also being a part of the intimacy.

"hold it for me, sweetheart."

Jaehyun's demanding voice makes him look at your face, he catches your glistening hooded eyes glancing at him and back at Jaehyun when the man on top of you puts his around your throat, choking you in the way and making your body arch. His lips attach to your perked up nipples, sucking and teeth pulling them. Leaving your abused breasts, his kisses trail up to your face, kissing all over the beautiful sculpture of his dream --- the girl he dreamt of. His free hand tracing your bare chest down to your belly and presses his palm on your lower belly.

"please, Jaehyun...I can't."

The pad of his thumb moves down to rub circles, starting with slow motion and suddenly increasing the speed, making you cry in the process. Taeyong's palm caress your bare legs which are shaking for your release to be near yet you are ordered to delay it because the man devouring you wants to take his time with you.

Pressing a soft kiss on your lips, Jaehyun finally allows you with a dimpled smile, "let it go."

You grab his wrist of the hand choking you with both of yours and scream his name. others might have heard you but you are relieved that he finally let you come after delaying it for long. The euphoric feeling inside your body is incomparable. You have never felt such an effect even when you used your vibrator or fingers. You definitely needed to experience a real one and you got it. your thoughts break when you feel Jaehyun sliding out from you. A whine leaves your mouth but you hear two chuckles and already knowing, they are enjoying your expressions.

"I love you, y/n." he whispers before leaving a last kiss on your lips, but not giving you enough time to process your mind for a reply. Did he mean it actually?

Chest heaving up and down and your blurred vision returning to normal. Meanwhile Jaehyun pulls you up and places your body between his legs, facing you towards the pool. You can't make out the situation but watch, he puts your legs over his highs and dips his leg into the water, making your core bare when he pulls up the skirt, letting the cold air hit the heated and abused core. The sudden splash of water on your face makes you yelp. Taeyong's laugh echoes in the place and he stands in front of you both. The water compliments his body and he looks so handsome, attractive and... fuckable when inside the waters.

"are you going to report us?" he tilts his head, brushing back his hair and locking eyes with you.

Licking your lips, you manage to raise a brow, "why?"

"for fucking you, obviously." Moving forward, he rests his palms over your thighs, sliding up and down all while locking his eyes with you, his pretty sharp eyes peeking from under the locks when he shakes his head. "are you not?"

"no."

Holding your palms softly with both hands, bringing it to his lips and you swear, it flutters your heart and inside your stomach, you can feel a tingling excitement. Two of your seniors looking at you dearly with heart eyes. "you are so beautiful, y/n." he lets you know this everytime you both bump into each other. Actually, they both are not direct and bold like Jaemin and Haechan. His words are always like a whisper and controlling himself from dwelling further into a river of his feelings.

"do you want to hear? You are handsome." You lazily smirk at him.

He chuckles, intertwining his fingers with yours, "I already know, you think that about me." he leans forward, kissing your ear, whispering seductively, "your sexy and smart mind is full of dirty thoughts. Don't deny the truth."

"you talk as if you know about me." you lean back when his face comes near to you in front, but your actions are restrained because you're caged in Jaehyun's hold. The younger one rests his chin on your shoulder and kisses it often along with your cheek.

Taeyong places a kiss on the tip of your nose, "and what if I know? Baby...don't forget that I am the leader of the gang and there's not only these five men working under my command. There's twenty-five others and all are spread across the country in different professions so if I consider or like to show interest in knowing someone then it's just a job with a snap of my finger."

"and you escaped my hands every time I was just in reach." You huff.

He laughs and shakes his head, "you didn't reach me. I let you come in my radar to catch me. I let you step in my boundary. I let you know about the things I wanted you to know." Placing a kiss on your lips, he mutters, "because I want you to be near me. to watch your smart works."

"I can't be fooled with your fake explanation." You glare but his expression doesn't falter.

"whatever you want to believe and deny, but that doesn't change the truth that I want you."

"you probably say this to every girl you have fucked in those clubs." Your words tugging at your heart, but what's the reason? What are you expecting from him? from them? Maybe nothing. Or maybe...something.

He notices your lost eyes staring back at him. leaving your hands, he cups your face, "do you want to hear the truth or the thing which you are expecting?"

"the truth."

"then..." he kisses your lips, "I told them about you."

You are surprised, "me?"

He nods and signals something to Jaehyun when the latter holds your legs pinned and Taeyong's fingers linger around your inner thigh, teasing your core, making your body twitch under the hold.

Sliding a finger inside your warm walls, feeling the tight clench making him curse under his breath before continuing, "yes, my beautiful dream. Only if I didn't interact with you back in college then I wouldn't have got attracted to you so much. You are my fucking dream."

Moaning out the words under his abuse, "I didn't ever think this."

"because I didn't let you. I didn't let you get a hint of my liking. I let you know about Jeno's name during the mission but to my disappointment, you didn't recall us. It's okay...finally you are here. With me. with us." He says and bite down your bare shoulder, attacking the same pressure on your throat where Jaehyun already left his marks.

You buck your hip upwards, the fire in your belly indicating the nearing of your climax even after coming three times earlier. You are in a daze and this resolve is difficult to get down when the pleasure inside your body is taking your mind and soul to float in cloud 9.

"there you go, baby."

The sight of you is not enough for him. He wants more. Heck, he wants to see you like this forever. You are the fucking reality --- not his dream only.

Letting you ride out your high, he pulls back his finger. Licking it all the way and after dipping his whole body into the water, he gets out. Your back pressed against the younger's body, who manages to cradle you while standing up too. He lets you rest your head on his shoulder and takes you to the back room. He follows behind Taeyong who rubs dry his body and throws away the towel. Suddenly, halting in his way near the couch and staring at you with his predatory gaze.

"put her over there." He gestures to Jaehyun to place you on the couch beside where he is standing. Without wasting any time, he slightly throws you on the leather, making your body bounce with your boobs. "won't you make me feel good as a 'thank you'?"

You thought that it's over and they are going to freshen up but here you are under the hovering body of Taeyong who is impatiently waiting for your reply.

You are again with your remarks with them, "just say you want to fuck me."

"ah, baby." Caressing your cheek lovingly, then suddenly yanking your head back with your hairs, sculp burning under the hold, "you are all talk when we are not doing anything but when one of us is fucking. You are just blank with moans and begging." Smirking down at you, he tilts his head, "but I love to see your daring self. I love your undercover agent version."

"are you not scared if I catch you after all these?"

He tsks, leaning back, putting down his shorts when Jaehyun announces his leave to freshen up, before sending a wink at you. The elder one ignores him and grabs your face while the other his shaft, his is not as big as his friend but the girth is strong. "it's you who is scared to lose us after all these."

All he got was silence. Lose them? Does it matter to you? You are allowing this to happen because you need distraction and a little bit change in your life. Also, it's better when you are having your chances with your crushes. You thought they only know about Jeno because he was your batchmate along with Jaemin and Haechan. If they cared to know about you then they might have interested. You are thinking a lot again.

Grabbing your chin harshly, his thumb pulls your lower lips to part your mouth and kisses you hungrily. It feels like he has waited enough and finally he got his reward. His tongue meshing against yours, and you moan hotly into his mouth when you feel his tip teasing your entrance.

Your moan turns into whimper when he again bites your lips and at the same time inserts himself into you, your already over prepped core welcoming him but clenching so tightly ever as if you are still a virgin.

He is not patient and smooth like Jaehyun, he is rough and messy because as soon as he feels your walls choking his length, he thrusts his hip deeper into you, making the view nasty and vigorously fucking into you. Grabbing your breasts and fondling with them, he dips his head down again to place a kiss on your forehead. The sudden soft gesture makes your eyelid part. Your confuse face staring at him.

"why did you choose this life? This is not safe. You should have been a developer."

Your back arch back when he hit the right spot but he slows down his action when he notices that you are struggling to answer him, "as I said I needed money."

"why?" he asks while rolling your perk nipples between his fingers and soon attaching his mouth with them. String of saliva connecting from his mouth to your nipples and he curse so bad because he loves that.

"an emergency."

"because your orphanage was attacked?" his question earns a nod followed by a loud moan when he bit down on a sensitive portion near your nipple. "but you went back to your hometown, to your grandparents and then somewhere I couldn't find out."

"when I went back..ugh..they were sick and while I was living with them, they died because of the sudden deterioration of their health. My town friend Yunho, he took me under his wing, hiding my identity all along and that's how I am here now." You moan in the end.

A wave of jealousy and possessiveness makes his hold tightens around you, "who is he to you?"

"someone who helped me in my misery."

His finger starts rubbing your clit when your hip bucks upward in the need of more, "anything more than that?"

"Taeyong, you are clearly jealous."

"cause I am." He thrusts harder, increasing is speed and filling the room with both of your moans, "I am not giving you up to someone else." His tip brushes against your sweet spot and you cry out.

"please ..... please Taeyong...let me cum."

"should I?"

"please..." tears of pleasure streaming down your eyes and this allowing him to edge you until you are nothing more than a senseless doll. No. you are his dream and he doesn't want to let you disappear into void.

He smiles, pressing a sensual kiss on your lips, "then cum with me, love."

Just like Jaehyun, his warm liquid painting your walls, filling you up with his loads and leaving you a panting mess after riding out both of your high. Pulling out, he cradles you on his lap on the couch, brushing back your hair, resting your head against his chest, "let's get you freshen up."

"I don't have energy..." you mumble weakly under your breath.

He strokes your hair, "I'll do all the work, you just need to be awake for a little. I promise I'll be quick." All he got is a nod and closed eyes with slow breathing from you in his hold.

"I love you so much, y/n."

He had the courage to say everything but not having the courage to confess.

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The room is dimly lit, the aftermath of a passionate night leaving you utterly spent. You're lying in bed, still catching your breath, when you feel the comforting warmth of two boys beside you. They're gentle, their touches tender as they help you settle in, pulling the covers around you and making sure you're comfortable.

Taeyong leans in, his hand softly brushing the hair from your face. "You okay?" he asks, his voice low and full of concern. You nod, too tired to say much, but the way they're both looking at you, with a mix of affection and care, tells you everything you need to know—they're not just satisfied with leaving things as they are. They want to take care of you.

"I want to say something."

Jaehyun smiles, "what, sweetheart?"

"I love you...", licking your lips, you pull the cover over your head, "I love both of you."

before drifting off to sleep, you hear both of their chuckles and sweet whispers to you.

Over the next few days, their behavior shifts in subtle but significant ways. They're always close, whether it's offering you a drink, insisting you to rest, or just being there in quiet moments, their presence reassuring. They share knowing glances, inside jokes that have developed between the three of you, and this newfound closeness doesn't go unnoticed.

As the weeks pass, this bond deepens. They're more attentive, more protective, their touches lingering a little longer, their smiles a little softer when directed at you. Whether it's cooking your favorite meals, sitting close during movie nights, or those quiet moments when they just hold you, their affection is palpable, making you feel cherished in a way that's hard to describe.

But this shift doesn't go unnoticed by the other boys in your circle. The four of them begin to pick up on the change—the way you're almost always flanked by the two who've become more than just friends. They start to notice the small, intimate gestures, the shared looks, the way you laugh a little more easily with these two.

At first, it's subtle—a lingering glance here, a small frown there. They're curious, maybe even a bit confused, trying to understand what's shifted. But as time goes on, curiosity gives way to something else—a light, simmering jealousy. It's not overt, but it's there in the way they sometimes hover a bit closer, how they seek your attention with just a bit more intensity, hoping to draw you back into their orbit.

It's not that they're angry, but rather, they miss the ease and equality that existed before this new dynamic. They miss being the ones who made you laugh, who you turned to without hesitation. And now, they're feeling just a touch left out, a little envious of the closeness that developed between you and the other two.

Despite this, they don't say anything outright. Instead, they try to win back your attention in their own ways—bringing you small gifts, inviting you on outings, or just being a little more present, hoping to remind you of the bonds you share with them too.

This gentle tug-of-war for your attention creates a new, interesting tension in your group. It's not unpleasant, but it's there—a reminder of how much you mean to each of them, and how these new dynamics have stirred emotions none of you quite anticipated.

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The morning light filters softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over your room. You're nestled deeply in the comfort of your blankets, drifting in that blissful state between sleep and wakefulness. The world is still hazy, and you're savoring these last few moments of peace when you feel a soft nudge on your shoulder.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead," a familiar voice murmurs, the amusement clear in his tone.

You groggily pry your eyes open, squinting against the light, to find two boys standing at the side of your bed. They're both grinning, their expressions laced with a mixture of affection and mischief. Jaemin, with a triumphant look, is holding a tray, carefully balanced with your favorite breakfast— a perfectly crafted omelet, a side of fresh fruit, and a steaming cup of coffee, brewed exactly to your taste.

"Good morning," the Haechan chimes in, leaning closer with the coffee, letting the rich aroma reach you. "We thought you might need some sustenance after, well, last night." His voice drops playfully on the last two words, and his eyes gleam with mischief.

Still groggy, you push yourself up into a sitting position, the warmth of the blankets slipping down to your waist. They both sit down on either side of you, placing the tray gently on your lap, ensuring nothing spills.

"Did you know these walls are paper-thin?" Jaemin quips, his tone casual but the twinkle in his eye unmistakable.

"Yeah, like, ridiculously thin," Haechan adds, barely suppressing a chuckle. "We heard everything."

The realization hits you like a wave, and your cheeks flush crimson as you connect the dots. They're talking about last night—about the intimate moments you thought were confined within the walls of your room. Taeyong and Jaehyun often find their ways to be with you to spend a steamy night, let it be alone or two of them together. You open your mouth to respond, but words fail you as they both break into laughter, the sound filling the room.

"Don't worry," Jaemin grins and says, handing you the coffee with a smirk. "We're just having a bit of fun."

"you could have ignored it..."

Haechan, ever the tease, reaches over to tousle your hair affectionately. "Yeah, but seriously, maybe keep it down next time. Or don't. Just give us a heads-up so we can grab some earplugs or, you know, make plans to be with you." You miss out on the last part of his mischievous words.

They exchange a knowing glance, their laughter bubbling up again, lighthearted and carefree. Despite the embarrassment warming your cheeks, you find yourself smiling, too. It's impossible not to, given the way their banter fills the room with such a genuine, easy warmth.

You take a sip of the coffee, savoring the perfect balance of flavors, and the thoughtful gesture behind it. They woke up early, probably tiptoeing around the kitchen to surprise you with breakfast, even if they couldn't resist poking fun at you in the process.

As they continue to jest, their voices a comforting, familiar presence, you realize just how much these small moments of shared laughter and connection mean. They may tease you relentlessly, but the care and effort they put into this morning—a breakfast made with affection, a coffee brewed just right—speak volumes. It's these moments, filled with laughter and teasing, that make the bonds between you all so unbreakable, so real.

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The house is quiet, a soft, comforting silence wrapping around you as you wander through the living room, taking in the small details of the place that has become a home to you. You shouldn't let your guards down so easily. But still your boundaries are melting around them. The walls are adorned with memories—photos, mementos, little pieces of the boys' lives that tell stories of who they were and who they've become.

Your gaze falls on a particular picture frame resting on a shelf, slightly hidden among the other frames but somehow drawing your attention. The photo inside is a snapshot from years ago, taken during their university days. In the picture, the boys standing messily, grinning widely, with you sandwiched between them, laughing at something that must have been funny in the moment. You look younger, carefree, and so utterly happy.

You can't help but stare at the photo, a flood of memories rushing back. You remember that day vividly—the warmth of the sun on your skin, the infectious energy of being with them, the easy laughter that flowed so freely between you all. It had been one of those perfect days, the kind that lingers in your mind long after it's passed.

The day you met them at the ground to thank them for helping and later spending the day with them.

Lost in thought, you don't notice them entering the room. It isn't until you hear a soft chuckle behind you that you realize you're not alone.

"are you searching for evidence against us?" Jeno whispers in your ear from behind. "my little agent on work?"

you flinch suddenly because you were not attentive to your surrounding because you think you are safe, "I already have a lot of evidence..." eyeing the photo with more interest, "I am not a loser agent. I get everything secretly."

"That was a good day, wasn't it?" Mark says, his voice warm and fond. You turn to see them both standing there, watching you with matching smiles, their eyes soft with affection.

You nod, your gaze drifting back to the picture. "It was. I didn't know you still had this," you say, your voice tinged with a mix of surprise and nostalgia.

"We couldn't get rid of it, even if we wanted to," Jeno responds, stepping closer to stand beside you. He reaches out, gently lifting the frame from the shelf so he can get a better look at it, his smile deepening as he takes in the image. "This picture means a lot to us."

You look at them both, curiosity piqued by the way they're gazing at the photo, as if it holds a significance you hadn't realized before. "Why is it so special?"

Mark brushes his hairs and glances at you, his expression softening as he begins to explain. "That day was more than just a fun memory for us. It was the day we realized how much we cared about you."

He pauses, searching for the right words. "We had been friends for a long time, but that day, something changed. We saw you in a different light, like we suddenly understood just how important you were to us—not just as a friend, but as someone we wanted to share everything with.

"we were never friends. it's just batchmates but you were in a different section." You lick your lips while glancing at Jeno, continuing, "I just interacted with you and other two for the notes or other stuff."

"you were very distant and moody but still Haechan tried to interact with you a lot." Jeno says and gives you a eye-smile. "we still considered you as our friend. We noticed and watched you since the first day of our college life."

Mark nods, picking up where his partner left off. "We had always been close, the four of us, but that day, we felt something shift. It was like... like we knew, deep down, that we didn't want to go through life without you. That picture captures the moment when we realized we loved you, not just as a friend, but as someone we wanted to be with."

You're taken aback by the sincerity in their voices, the depth of emotion in their eyes. They had never told you this before—never shared just how much that day had meant to them, how it had marked the beginning of something so much deeper than the friendliness you'd all shared.

"You never said anything," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper as you try to process their words.

"We didn't know how to," Mark admits, his gaze dropping to the photo in his hands. "We were afraid—afraid that if we said something, it might change everything, that we might lose you if you didn't feel the same way."

Jeno reaches out, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "But we didn't lose you. Somehow, things just... fell into place. And when we look at this picture, it reminds us of how far we've come, how lucky we are to have you in our lives."

There's a pause, a brief moment of silence as the weight of their words settles in. You look at the photo again, seeing it now through their eyes—how it captured not just a moment of joy, but the beginning of something so much more profound.

"You mean everything to us," Mark continues, his voice thick with emotion. "And that picture is a reminder of the day we realized that. We've loved you since that moment, and we haven't stopped loving you since."

You feel a lump form in your throat, your heart swelling with an overwhelming mix of emotions. To know that they had felt this way for so long, that this simple photo held so much meaning for them, is almost too much to take in.

Without thinking, you step forward, wrapping your arms around Jeno, holding him close as you try to convey all the love and gratitude you feel in that moment. He immediately returns the embrace, his arms tightening around you, as if he is afraid to let go.

"I love you," you whisper, your voice thick with emotion. "I've loved you for so long, and I'm so glad that you found your way to me. I never told you about my feelings because I thought I was being stupid to think like that." You chuckles, "loving more than one person is such a wild and foolish decision. I love you, too." You glance at Mark.

Jeno holds you a little tighter, Mark comes behind you and strokes your hairs, pressed his forehead against the back of your head, their breaths warm against your skin as they press their foreheads against yours. In that embrace, surrounded by their warmth, you feel the weight of everything that picture represents—the past, the present, and the future you'll continue to build together. It's a moment of pure connection, one that transcends words, as you stand there, wrapped up in each other, knowing that this love has been with you all along, waiting to be fully realized.

Mark whispers, "you are not stupid. You are our little agent. My perfect girlfriend."

"girlfriend?"

Jeno presses a soft kiss on your head, "let's make it official."

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The air is crisp and fresh as you step out of the car, the scent of pine trees and earth filling your lungs. The four boys had insisted on taking you somewhere special when Taeyong and Jaehyun went back to their mansion for an important work, and about the surprise --- they'd been frustratingly vague about the details, their excitement barely contained. Now, as you look around at the vast expanse of wilderness, with the sun beginning to set and casting a warm, golden glow over the mountain peaks, you start to understand why they wanted to keep this a surprise.

The sky above is a masterpiece of colors—shades of orange, pink, and purple blend together like a watercolor painting, creating a scene so breathtaking that it feels like you've stepped into another world. The boys have always known how much you love nature, how the mountains make you feel alive and at peace all at once. But there's something different about tonight—something in the air that tells you this moment is more than just a casual outing.

You follow them up a narrow trail, the sound of crunching leaves beneath your feet and the occasional rustle of wildlife the only noises breaking the tranquil silence. As you climb higher, the view opens up before you, revealing a stunning panorama of rolling hills and distant valleys, bathed in the soft, fading light of the day.

When you reach the top, you find yourself standing on a flat, open plateau, surrounded by the majesty of nature. The boys stop a few feet ahead of you, turning around to face you with expressions that are suddenly serious, their usual playfulness replaced by something deeper.

"Why did you bring me here?" you ask, your voice soft in the stillness of the mountain air. There's a flutter of anticipation in your chest, a sense that something important is about to happen.

They exchange a few glances, as if silently deciding who should speak first. Finally, one of them steps forward, Mark's eyes locking onto yours. There's a tenderness in his gaze that makes your heart flutter.

"We wanted to bring you somewhere special," he begins, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "Somewhere quiet, away from everything else, so we could tell you how we really feel."

You blink, taken aback by the intensity in his voice. "How do you feel?"

Jaemin nods, stepping up beside the first. "We've all been holding onto these feelings for a long time," he says, his voice low and sincere. "But it's not easy to put them into words. We didn't want to rush this, or make you feel pressured, so we waited until we were sure you were ready to hear it."

You glance between them, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness building in your chest. "Ready to hear what?"

Jeno steps closer, a small smile playing on his lips. "We love you," he says simply, the words falling from his lips as if they've been waiting forever to be spoken. "Not just as friends, but as something more. Each of us, in our own way, has fallen in love with you."

Yeah, you can recall the conversation you had with Jeno and Mark a week ago.

Your breath catches in your throat, your mind racing to process what you've just heard. You had always felt a strong connection with them, but you had never expected this—four hearts, all directed toward you, each one holding a love so deep and pure. Plus two more.

Haechan steps closer, his eyes locking with yours. "You mean everything to us," he says, his voice soft but unwavering. "We've been through so much together, and over time, we've all realized that what we feel for you is more than just friendship. It's something we can't ignore anymore."

You swallow hard, your emotions swirling inside you. This isn't what you expected when they brought you up here, and yet, somehow, it feels like everything is finally falling into place.

Every day after returning from those cruel missions, you expected to hear such words from someone, to feel such care and love from someone but all you used to get welcomed by a silent and confined apartment room. And, now you are overwhelmed with all these sudden confessions from four of your crushes.

"I don't know what to say," you finally manage, your voice barely above a whisper.

"You don't have to say anything right now," Mark reassures you, stepping closer so he can place a hand on your shoulder. "We just needed you to know. We've all been struggling with these feelings for so long, and it felt wrong to keep them hidden from you any longer."

Haechan steps forward, reaching for your hand. His touch is gentle, almost hesitant, as if he's afraid you might pull away. "We've been there for each other through everything—the good times and the bad. And somewhere along the way, what we felt for you became something more than just friendship."

Jaemin nods, his expression earnest. "We've all had moments where we wanted to tell you, but we were scared. Scared of what it might mean, scared of how you might react. But the truth is, we couldn't go on pretending these feelings didn't exist."

There's a brief pause, a moment where the weight of their words hangs in the air between you. You look at each of them, seeing the vulnerability in their eyes, the raw honesty in their faces. They're laying their hearts bare before you, offering you a love that's as vast and wild as the mountains surrounding you.

Finally, you find your voice. "I... I love you too," you say, the words tumbling out in a rush. "I've felt something for each of you for so long, but I didn't know what it was. I didn't know if it was okay to feel this way, or if you'd feel the same. But hearing you say it... it makes everything so clear."

Relief washes over their faces, a collective breath released as they step closer, closing the distance between you. Jaemin pulls you into a hug, his arms wrapping around you in a warm, comforting embrace. The others quickly join in, surrounding you with their warmth, their love, their sheer presence.

"I was so afraid of losing you," Jeno murmurs into your ear, his voice thick with emotion. "But now, I feel like we've found something even more incredible."

Haechan rests his forehead against yours, his eyes closed as if savoring the moment. "We've always been a team, the four of us. And now, it feels like we've finally found the missing piece."

Mark, still holding your hand, squeezes it gently. "We don't want to rush you or overwhelm you. We just want you to know that we're here, that we love you, and that we'll take this one step at a time, together."

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, not from sadness but from the overwhelming sense of love and belonging that washes over you. You've always known that these boys were special to make your heart flutter during university but you never this magical moment to happen in future and even this way. But now, standing here on this mountaintop with the sun setting behind you and the stars beginning to twinkle in the evening sky, you realize that this is where you're meant to be—with them, with the boys who have captured your heart.

"I don't want to lose any of you," you say, your voice trembling slightly. "I want to be with all of you, if that's what you want too."

They nod in unison, their expressions softening with a mixture of joy and relief. The first boy cups your face in his hands, his thumb gently brushing away the tears that have started to fall. "We want that too," he says, his voice tender. "We'll figure it out together, no matter what. We'll take care of each other, just like we always have."

As the last rays of sunlight fade and the first stars begin to twinkle in the evening sky, you find yourself standing on that mountaintop, surrounded by the boys you love, knowing that this is only the beginning of a new and beautiful journey together. The mountains stand as silent witnesses to your confession, the trees swaying gently in the evening breeze, as if nature itself is celebrating the love you've found with each other.

And as you stand there, wrapped in their arms, you know that no matter what challenges lie ahead, you'll face them together—with love, with strength, and with the unbreakable bond that has brought you all to this moment.

The mission had been one of the most challenging yet. You had spent the past few hours slipping through the shadows, navigating a world of deception, lies, and danger. When it was over, and you finally returned home, all you wanted was a moment of peace—a chance to breathe, to let the tension unwind from your body. You have returned back from the mountain penthouse and it's often that you go back to them after missions.

But as soon as you stepped through the door of the grand mansion, you knew peace was the last thing you would find.

The atmosphere in the place is thick with tension, a suffocating heaviness that hit you the moment you cross the threshold. The lights are dim, casting long shadows across the room, but you could still see them—your four boys who are not busy like the two elders, waiting for you. Their faces are etched with worry, anger, and something that cut even deeper: betrayal.

You had known this confrontation was inevitable, but you hadn't expected it to come so soon. You had hoped to have a little time to collect yourself, to prepare for the conversation you knew was coming. But they weren't going to wait.

"Where the hell have you been?" Jaemin snapped, his voice tight, almost trembling with the effort to stay calm. He was usually the one to greet you with a warm smile and a gentle touch, but tonight, there was none of that. His eyes, usually so full of warmth, were now sharp and accusatory as they raked over your appearance.

You were still in the dress—the dress that had been chosen specifically to attract attention, to blend into the crowd at the club, to play a role that was far removed from who you really were. It was a sleek, figure-hugging number that left little to the imagination, paired with makeup that was meant to dazzle, to seduce. It was a disguise, a tool, nothing more. But to them, it was something else entirely.

You opened your mouth to speak, to explain, but another voice cut you off.

"And what the hell were you thinking, wearing that?" Jeno demanded, his voice harsher than you'd ever heard it. He was usually the voice of reason, the one who calmed the others down when things got heated, but now there was nothing calm about him. His eyes were dark, filled with a mix of hurt and anger as they lingered on the dress.

"And don't even get me started on how close you were with that guy at the club," Haechan added, his voice tinged with an edge of bitterness. He had always been the more possessive one, protective to a fault, but this time, his protectiveness had turned into something more volatile.

You sighed, feeling the weight of their emotions pressing in on you from all sides. This was exactly what you had been trying to avoid—this confrontation, this pain. But you had made your choice, and now you had to face the consequences.

"It was part of the mission," you began, trying to keep your voice steady, though you could hear the exhaustion creeping in. "I had to blend in, to be someone who could get close enough to him to get the information we needed. The dress, the act, it was all just a cover. Nothing more."

But they weren't buying it. Mark steps forward, his eyes filled with something that looked dangerously close to betrayal. "You could have told us," he said, his voice quieter than the others but no less intense. "You could have prepared us for what you were about to do, for what we were going to see. But instead, we find out through some grainy surveillance footage? Do you have any idea what that felt like? Watching you with him, dressed like that, acting like—" He broke off, his voice faltering, unable to finish the sentence. He was angry.

You told your detailed format to Taeyong and Jaehyun and honestly, they were more dangerously mad at you and denied the very first instance you brought the topic.

They are always possessive of you so that you don't get hurt and there is this glint of danger in their eyes whenever you are close to any other men be it for the sake of the missions.

You could see it in their eyes—they were hurt, deeply hurt. This wasn't just about the dress or the mission. It was about trust, about feeling like you had kept them in the dark, excluded them from something important. They had always known your job was dangerous, that it required you to do things they weren't comfortable with, but this felt different. This felt personal.

"I didn't want to worry you," you said, your voice softening as the guilt started to settle in. "I know how hard it is for you to see me in situations like that. I thought... I thought it would be easier if you didn't know the details until it was over."

"hard for us?" Jaemin shook his head, his voice thick with frustration. "No, you were protecting yourself. You didn't want to deal with how we'd react, so you shut us out. That's not how this works."

Mark stepped closer, his voice softer now, but no less firm. "We understand that your job requires you to do things we might not like. We've accepted that. But you should have trusted us enough to tell us the truth, to let us in. Instead, we were blindsided, and that hurt more than anything."

Haechan, usually the most affectionate and playful, was uncharacteristically silent, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched you with a mixture of hurt and disappointment. Jeno just looked serious, like this had taken more out of him than he was willing to admit.

You were cornered, not just physically but emotionally, the weight of their disappointment and concern bearing down on you. You had tried to keep them away from worrying, but in doing so, you had pushed them away. You had underestimated how much they needed to be a part of your life, all of it—the good, the bad, and the ugly.

"I'm sorry," you finally said, your voice breaking slightly as the emotions you had been holding back all night finally began to surface. "I never wanted to hurt you. I thought I was doing the right thing by keeping you out of it, but I see now that I was wrong. I should have trusted you more. I should have let you in."

There was a long, heavy silence as your words hung in the air. The anger in their eyes began to fade, replaced by a deep, weary sadness. They wanted to be angry, but more than that, they wanted to understand. They wanted to move past this, but the hurt was still fresh, the wounds still raw.

Jaemin reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he took yours, squeezing it gently. "We just want to be part of your life," he said, his voice soft but firm. "All of it. Even the parts that scare us. Especially those parts."

Mark nodded, stepping closer to place a hand on your shoulder. "We're in this together, remember? That means no more secrets. No more keeping things from us because you think you're protecting us. We can handle it, but only if you let us in."

Haechan finally uncrossed his arms, moving to stand beside you, his expression softening as he placed a gentle kiss on your temple. "We love you. That's not going to change. But we need you to trust us. We need to be a team."

Jeno, still looking serious but less distant, finally spoke up, his voice quiet but resolute. "We know this job is hard, and we're not asking you to change who you are or what you do. We just want to be there for you, the way you're always there for us."

You felt a wave of relief wash over you as they closed in around you, surrounding you with their warmth and love. The tension that had been suffocating you slowly began to dissipate, replaced by a renewed sense of connection, of trust. You had made a mistake, but they were willing to forgive you, to move forward together.

"I promise," you said, your voice trembling with the weight of that promise. "No more secrets. From now on, we face everything together."

They nodded, their expressions softening as they drew you into a tight embrace, each of them holding you close.

"but you need to compensate for the emotions you made us felt. You made us worry and angry when we didn't know nothing about your whereabouts." Jaemin states and raises a brow at you, "Thanks to Hyuck that he chalks out everything and we finally got to you."

"what compensation?" your question is more of a surprise.

Jaemin's words click something in their mind altogether when the corner of their lips curling up, the previous turmoil of emotion --- anger and worry changing to lust and dark hunger. Oh! As soon as you step backward, your back comes in contact with a hard chest, his arms caging you to his front and his lips automatically hovering over your ear, chuckling heavily and huskily says, "don't run away, princess. We have not done yet."

You crane tour neck to look at Jeno whose smirk widens after meeting your anticipating eyes. "I don't understand."

"it's really hard to believe that coming from an undercover agent who is looking all fuckable in front of us." Haechan says and licks his lips, already imagining all the possibilities of later tonight. His thoughts wander a lot of places. Jaemin holds your hand, pulling you away from Jeno, his grip is tight when he pulls you towards the stairs, the others following behind you two.

He steps forward pushing you inside the room. Mark sits down on the gaming chair and rotates it so he's facing the king sized bed. They use this room whenever they play some games, staying up all night or for other enjoyment like now. Jeno took off his shirt, already feeling hot by thinking about you and throws it away on the sofa and is smirking while watching you closely.

you feel timid being around and watched by them, so you looked everywhere except their eyes. the silence stretched for a couple of minutes before Jaemin breaks it. no one can believe that the mafia members are commanding a smart government agent to put on a show for them.

"Come on, show us how you seduced the man back at the club." he starts then rests his back completely at the chair in the corner.

your feet glued at the floor and breathing got hitched while facing your back at Haechan. His gaze burning at your back from the edge of the bed where he is sitting all ready to start their game, the others heated gaze pierced cutting your dress into million pieces. you can feel it.

"don't keep us waiting." Mark says in a very demanding tone. "or you want us to help you out with it? I didn't see any helping hand back then."

slowly, you met their eyes with a slight fear flickering through your eyes. It'll be stupid to say that you are scared of them but the anticipation building inside you of what might happen is rising goosebumps all over your skin.

"h-huh? but we're supposed to rest. I mean I'm literally tired after the deal."

"oh fuck that old bastard, sweetheart! we're going to make you more tired if you keep us waiting." Jeno interrupts, smirking after licking his plump lips once. his eyes stare at you like a hungry predator. Your eyes rake all over his bare body in only jeans. Aware of the fact that he is a gym rat but tonight in this gaze, he is looking more exquisite --- more like yours. The same feeling you felt back in university days, whenever he came late to the classes, or passed by you in a hurry for practice. You loved him. and the first person you intended to spy on was him. of course.

"You are eye-fucking him. not complaining, I love when you take control over something." Jaemin says, mischief lazing through his voice while smirking sexily beside Mark.

Jeno and Jaemin both sat on the sofa. the man who has his polo unbuttoned all the way, leaning forward as his elbow rests over his knees and eyes burning at you. he's quiet and red plump lips hardly pursed. his dark, thick eyebrows narrowed together. His pretty eyelashes with his kissable lips never fail to attract you towards him and that was the reason why you always stole glances in the college. He is a flirt unlike Jeno but whenever these two are together, God forbid their teasing.

you remained standing awkwardly in the middle of the bedroom, the door a few feet away from you. it slid inside your mind. to try and run away from them. but it's impossible. with their build, they can easily catch you. Also, it's not that you don't like it. you have never been with four of them together.

besides, Jeno is sitting on the path towards it. he can easily grab and stop you from escaping. that's totally crossed out of your plans. And you will definitely love to be manhandled by them.

you heaved a sigh, "how?"

"less words, more actions." If Mark is commanding you, then you should better listen than to piss him off because he is sometimes unpredictable. You glance at him, biting your lips and your mind flooding with what to do at the moment. You swear that you have never felt so tense even during your work, but facing these four hungry eyes is a lot more difficult.

instantly, your lips are pursed hardly. despite him showing a little smile a while ago, you're terrified whenever he's very serious but you are enjoying it more than they can imagine. Hiding the smirk threatening to appear on your face, you turn around to face Haechan who is all silent all these times.

"we're waiting, baby." He catches your attention. "or should I say that I'm impatient to experience it?"

you stare at him for a while and realized that you have nowhere to go. they got you cornered and stripped off of choices. once again, you're helpless around these four men. You allowed them to make you helpless. If needed, you will allow them again and again and again...

you brush your hairs before tugging them behind your ears and Haechan's eyes drops from your pretty eyes to your lips. they're looking kissable and he is eager to suck them until it starts bleeding and he's certain it's the best thing to witness. his grin grew wider. his nerves are shaking in excitement. he couldn't wait to have you, to devour you, to ruin you.

You step forward towards him.

"go on, y/n." Mark, again with his stern voice.

your cast a last glance towards them before advancing your steps to the one sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for his girl. his eyes then soften and he sighs, fists curling on the mattress.

"Come on, baby. Let's pretend we are the mafias and you are here to catch us and for that you have to lure us with your seduction." he says in a calm voice. It's still a surprise how he's acting right now. he's not sassy and giving cocky remarks but calmly asking you how to start the show he wants to watch and feel. it slightly made you feel excited more like him, like them.

You stand in front of him, making an eye-contact with him, you strangled on his lap, putting your legs on the either side of his thighs and sit, facing him closely, you can feel his breath over your chest and your dress rolling up your thighs, revealing more of your skin.

A sudden music blooms inside the room, you have heard this music once from Jaemin, it's one of his favorite songs --- Love Talk, "let's make it more feel like a club." he says that got your heart rate pace up. your legs tightens around Haechan's waist.

Haechan rolls his eyes, "yeah, whatever. I'm just trying to make her feel excited like us. you're putting too much pressure on her even when she is tired after her return." You crane your neck to look at the three men behind you.

Jeno clicks his tongue and glanced back at you. his eyes looked more aggressive, screams more danger.

"why, sweetheart? You are not excited? But I think -" he stepped closer, making you hold your breath.

"she is enjoying it more than you think." Mark smirks in the end of his words, his face are inches away from yours when he walks closer to you, that you can feel his hot breath fanning your skin.

"let her begin already, you are making our turn delay." Jeno says and plants a kiss on the side of your throat.

Mark ignores him and kept his stares right at your pretty face. despite the lack of answer, the little spark and fear in your eyes were enough to tell him that you are indeed excited. it didn't make him feel happy, instead it drives him more-crazy. You are definitely their dirty little agent.

"show me, y/n. I'm still waiting." Haechan groans and snakes his arms around you, pulling you close flush to his body. The other two males return to their respective seats and preparing to enjoy the show unfolding in front of them.

you gulp and return your gaze back at the man holding you, starting to fasten your pace. now unbuttoning his white polo— you want to rip it and launch at him.

He clenches his jaw hardly, fighting so hard not to moan loudly when your hands working to undress him. this is not the first time that he will be so intimate with you, being in such intense tension between you both, but he is excited because he will have you in front of his friends. to show them how perfect you are for him --- oh need to keep in mind --- for them.

that thought was the only thing that is going on repeat inside his head. he couldn't help but to feel excited thinking about it.

Jaemin stands up that made other two glance at his direction. He trudges towards you both where you are sliding down the shirt off Haechan's body.

"don't get in the way." Jeno warns him, but the latter just smirks at him before getting close to you, before you could understand what's happening, he spanks your ass. Jaemin throws him a short glance as he licks his lip. You yelp in the sudden effect.

"it's intriguing and can't help it." he brushes back his hair. "I'm going to love to smack it again." he added then glance at Mark, "are we still up with our plan, right?"

Mark stares for a while before tearing his gaze off of Jaemin and nods slowly. His gaze returns back to your back, looking so sexy with your backless dress.

"you are so hot baby. Can you take off my clothes every day?" Haechan purrs in your ears, when you finished getting rid of his polo and starts kissing his jaw and throat. You grab his hairs and pulls them before bringing your lips to his ears.

"Haechan..." you kiss his neck and bite slightly, "I can do anything you want."

"shit." he shortly said. He yanks your head, pulling your hairs, grabbing them messily and stares at your face, all dolled up earlier for the club. The possessiveness in him becoming strong that you were so close with that old man. "did you kiss him this way too, baby?"

you stared at his eyes and slowly shake your head. You can definitely see his jealousy and hunger in his eyes for you. Always knowing his possessive and jealous self behind that sassy attitude of his. He used to often fool around with Taeyong and Mark at college and your eyes were all over them. Haechan was always surrounded by girls because he loves the attention and once, your heart broke when you got the news of him having a girlfriend. Whatever, he is now all yours.

"it's only for you." You kiss his lips, before smiling seductively at him, "you are mine. So, I'll only kiss you."

the moment you finished the sentence, showing your hot agent look in front of them, you feel shy suddenly when you feel their eyes focused on you. Haechan returns a soft kiss back to you, smiling mischievously. the four men stares silently, their eyes grew darker, looked hungrier.

"you are perfect for me. that old man should not have touched you." He mumbles, this time a lot softer. "I want to erase his touch from your skin, from your memory." he added while pulling you into a feverish kiss. You can feel the impatience, hunger, jealousy and his love for you.

before he continues to make you out of breath, he snakes his hand on your nape to pull you closer to him to place a wet, but gentle kiss on your lips then stares right at your eyes.

"you're so pretty. do you know that?" he says under his breath that made your heart race. he seems pissed, and honestly his attitude today looks more attractive. he's very playful in nature, but the way he's so aggressive is not like him. and you love this side of him more.

"let me fucking eat you." he adds and changing his position, rubbing his palms over your bare thighs and already fucking you with his eyes.

your eyes moved towards Jaemin and he is sitting on the side of the bed, watching you closely. Haechan puts you down from his lap, pinning you down on the mattress and hovering on top of you, hungrily watching his prey caged in his predatory walls.

You are still in your dress and your heels, pushing your dress up to reveal your panty, he opened your thighs for him, giving a full display of your slightly wet core. he growls lightly, salivating by the view.

"damn, this pussy." he mumbles before giving it a slap, making you purse your lips together. Sliding down the panty slowly, he quickly licks the dripping slick and groans, making others curse under their breath. Their hard painfully restricted under their jeans.

Haechan almost went crazy for having a taste of your cunt. he always loved it. if he can, he will eat you all day. so he didn't waste a time to dive in and lap your cunt like a hungry animal. you whimper and legs slowly closing out of pleasure from the way he's eating you.

a hand then reaches over your knee to open them back. when you open your eyes, you see Jaemin. he's already standing at the edge of the bed, beside Haechan. His pink t-shirt is off already and he's left with just his boxers.

"keep them wide open, princess." he orders while his other hand palms his cock inside his shorts.

you can't even say a word or resist as your mind gets all fuzzy because of how good Haechan is making you feel. he giggles through your cunt making you shut your eyes, brows arching closer to each other. your face contorts out of pleasure. his hand rests at your thighs and massages it gently. you can feel a hand carding your hair, brushing it off your pretty face. The gesture and the love words whispering in your eyes giving it away that it's definitely Jaemin.

your eyes pry open when Haechan pulls away, whining loudly due to the deny of your orgasm.

"sorry, angel. but you are not going to cum so easily." Mark catches your attention. he's already near the bed too. when your eyes look at Jaemin, he's already taking off his boxers as he slightly drags you towards the corner of the bed. He dives his head and kisses you on your lips while fondling on your covered tits.

"keep the heels on." Jeno commands, before standing beside Mark, watching you with his predator gaze. "also, don't strip her off her dress fully. I want to rip it off from her." Jaemin nods, only pulling down the upper part of your dress, revealing the chest and a few faint marks still visible on your chest, Mark's smirk curls up on his face, imagining the steamy night he had with you last week when he imprinted his name on your body --- Mark.

Jaemin sucks your tits and pulls the perked-up nipples between his teeth, "uhm," you moan. he gives it a few more suck then tugs it lightly using his teeth as he pulls away, making you yelp.

"suck my dick, baby. let's get you busy." Jaemin mumbles and places his shaft near your face. "An agent is more capable of doing two jobs at once."

Haechan, then again continues eating you, making you squirm again. he pushes your thighs wider, doesn't giving you any chance to close it. he wants to take his time, eating and enjoying how you whimper in pleasure. the way you look pained, but he knew pretty well that he's making you feel so good.

"how's the view of my marks?" Mark nudges Jeno by bumping his shoulder, taunting his friend. The latter just glares in return. Your teary eyes catch their interaction but you the sudden intrusion of Jaemin's tip to your mouth gains back your attention on him. your perfect elegant and seductive make-up is getting ruined by their possessiveness over you.

your eyes closes when he enters his length into your mouth, making you choke when he hit the back of your throat. Jeno's dark eyes are darted at you while he sexily licks his lips, waiting patiently for his turn. It's taking everything of him not to get in between. he couldn't help but feel so aroused by the sight of his own friends using you.

he remains silent and just watch from the end of the bed. Jaemin narrows his brows when his cock reaches the inside of your mouth and tip hitting the soft muscles. it feels so warm and soft, something that drives him crazy.

You drive him crazy.

they are already crazy for you.

"fuck." he curses and started to thrust on his own liking.

while Haechan laps your pussy and Jaemin fucks your mouth, Jeno takes off his jeans. he positions himself on your other side then grabs your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. He can't keep himself away from you longer.

"you aren't forgetting about me now, are you angel?" Jeno's taunting voice rings over your head and you mumbled something, causing vibration straight to the throbbing cock in your mouth.

"oh just like that, baby." he groans and continues pistoning his hips towards you. his dick twitches when he watches your messed up mascara and smudged lipstick, your messy hair sticking to your forehead, earlier it was so neatly brushed. that old man can't ever get to see this sight of yours. huh!

Mark and Jeno give a few strokes to their dicks before leaning to give you a kiss on the throat and chest as well. it lasted for a few more seconds until he pulls away so they can attain your bare and bouncing chest.

"oh, yeah. just like that." Jaemin mumbles as he watches you all occupied with them. He can swear he is loving the sight before him how all of them are using you for their own pleasure and of course --- pushing you more to your building up climax.

Mark cannot help but to feel very excited at the view. how your eyes are tear stained yet still do as they say. its giving a satisfaction he couldn't get from anything. he was certain you're the only one who can give it to him, to them. Their little agent is working so hard for them, he mentally chuckles.

Haechan bite your clit slightly and giggles mischievously while tongue buried deep inside your wet hole. his chin wet with your juices and his saliva. it was heaven for him to see you squirm uncontrollably because of pleasure.

"u-ugh! Please..." your mouth freeing the big dick to mumble the words that made him groan in pleasure, your hand too tightens around in Jeno's hold. it indicates that you are nearing your first release and they all couldn't wait.

"are you near, angel?" Jaemin asks, whimpering from his own pleasure.

you nodded continuously, slightly losing your mind at the climax you've been anticipating.

"i'm near too, baby. let's cum together." he groans and grind even harder, chasing you.

"give it to me, baby." Haechan fucks into your cunt using his two fingers, tongue attached on your hole, waiting for that sweet juice he's been dying for. "you have caught me. Agent caught the mafia member." He chuckles in the end.

Mark brushes your hairs off from your face, making sure to fist them so it won't cover your pretty features. he loves staring and watching you whimper in pleasure. beads of sweat forms on your forehead and his eyes travels down your tits bouncing slightly due to the effect of two males fucking you.

Jeno leans and puts your nipple inside his mouth, sucking and twirling his hot tongue on the tip, making you feel dizzy.

"nghhh," your thighs shakes and tries to move away from their abusive pleasurable touch but all of them hold you firm, making sure you have nowhere to go. sucking and taking all of your juices.

the sensation making your eyes rolls at the back of your head. Jaemin, too reaches his climax and shoot at the depth of your hot mouth, cursing and growling.

"such a good agent for us." he says and leans to give you a kiss on your cheeks. "pretty angel." he adds and places another kiss.

once done harvesting your cum, Haechan stands up and licks his lips with a grin on his face.

"get on fours." he says and grabs your hand to help you get up from laying down. he knew you're still in trance from the recent release. He loves to fuck you into unconsciousness.

Jeno gently press your palm to catch your attention. he arched his brows while glancing softly at your direction. Mark brushes your hair away and wiped off the sweat.

"you good, baby? Don't tell me you have just this in you." Jeno asks and helps you position yourself. you nod your head once, head still fuzzy. he chuckles, finding you adorable and kisses your shoulder once.

"you're so hot, y/n." Mark says and smacks your butt cheeks. you yelp slightly at the impact. it stings a bit but it oddly feels so good. Haechan groans and cupped both your butt and leans in to kiss it, spanking two times before staring at the red print left by his palms.

"calm down, Hyuck." Jeno chuckles and caresses your butt which he answered with a giggle. "we still are left to wet our dicks."

Jeno stands up, bringing his shorts down to bring his shaft in front of your eyes, "don't be greedy, okay?" he says and positions himself in front of you. "there's four of us and you need to give it to everyone." a small nod is what you gave him and he smirks, pinching your cheeks because he finds you cute this way. all submissive and sweaty.

Dom illegal mafia members with the sub government official agent.

"relax your muscles." Haechan says from behind and Jeno just nods his head, bringing his face closer to yours, "it will hurt this way. I know you feel scared but keep your trust on us and it'll be all good." Meanwhile, Haechan spits on your hole to make it lubed around to enter his dick.

you moaned the moment you felt he is pushing his dick inside of you, stretching you in the process. his thick veiny cock slowly disappears. just half of it and he's already going crazy. he missed this feeling. he missed feeling you around him, suffocating and taking all of his length.

"fuck, you're so tight." he groans and couldn't wait anymore as he did a hard thrust, reaching it deep.

your eyes widen at the sudden visitor making your mouth gap as well. Jeno took this chance to enter your mouth and he let out muffled curses because of how hot your lips feels around him. his brows narrowed closer to each other. if he is losing his mind feeling your warm mouth wrapped around his dick, then he is already insane after watching your fucked out face staring back at him.

"shit." Jeno curses and take his time rutting his dick over your mouth. he was fighting back not to go too hard as he wants to go slow. He is more aggressive when he is alone with you but this time, he is just taking his sweet time and showing his caring for you because the other one is not going to restrain himself.

on the other hand, Haechan is the opposite. he's going fast and deep making you see stars. you tried hard to keep on all fours, but you can feel your knees losing its strength, along with your arms. as he started to take it faster, making sure he's hitting every delicious places inside you, Jeno decided to catch pace with him. the room was filled with your moans and the erotic skin slapping sounds of your bodies colliding each other.

"i'm f-fucking close..." Haechan hissed and laid his tongue out sexily. Jeno smirks and gets more aggressive on using your mouth to chase his own orgasm. "me too." you moaned and tightens your cunt and lips when you felt your own climax approaching. Their breath became more heavy at the pleasure you are making them feel.

"fuck you feel so good like this, sweetheart." Haechan groans and slaps your butt then leans down to kiss your back, making sure to suck on the skin to leave a mark. "so good for me." he says, almost out of breath. "so damn good for all of us."

"our dirty little girl." Mark chuckles attractively.

and a few more deep thrust, Haechan released his hot cum inside you. Jeno throws his head back, cumming inside your mouth. the three of you are catching your breaths while he tries to catch your highs. your knees gave in and body collided to soft white sheets. Jaemin steps in, caressing your cheeks softly and made sure you're all right. "tired, angel?" he whispered, smiling while looking at your shut eyes and breathing heavily.

Haechan pulls out, some of his cum dripping out from your hole. he kneels down to see it more clearly and groans at the sight of it. he licks two of his fingers and slides it in your hole, shoving his cum back. it made you jolt and moan, feeling too much. he chuckles, "you did good for me, baby." his eyes a lot softer than before. he seems to calm down now.

"we're not done yet." Mark mumbles that you responded with a light groan. he ignores it and laid back at the side of you, where you are panting after the intense consecutive orgasms. "ride me, baby." he held your arm to guide you over his lap. you needed some help and the other boys were quick to assist you.

"too t-tired.." you manage to say. Jeno placed a chaste kiss at your cheeks.

"its okay, i'll do the work." Mark assures you.

you are not at the proper state of mind to respond or comprehend what he suggested. your mind is too clouded with pleasure and the overstimulation is taking away your capability to understanding anything.

"angel?" Jaemin gently calls you. tracing the lining of your sandle.

"hmm?" you hummed.

he chuckles, "can you handle both at the same time. is that okay?"

you can't even process anything. a nod is all you gave them. Haechan knows they didn't try it yet but he can't deny that he's also looking forward to it. he's so sure you'll look so alluring having both your holes filled.

"damn, so tight." Mark mumbles after sliding his index finger inside as a test. "Hyuck's mouth couldn't even make it loose that you are sucking my fingers so tightly." he pulls out his finger to line his dick with your entrance.

Mark slides his cock inside your pussy as Jeno puts the tip in front of your butt hole. your eyes slightly grow big and worry flashes your pretty face.

"h-huh?" you're about to look back when Jaemin cups your face. he smiles sweetly and kisses your lips.

"don't be scared, princess. we'll make sure you will feel good, okay?" his gaze too soft and hypnotizing. its not that you don't want it. for the past months that you've been under these boys, they've already corrupted you.

Mafias have corrupted the little agent. behind those innocent looking eyes you flashes them is the dark desire of having them all to yourself.

you are a corrupted official for them.

Jaehyun already said once, "I know your gazes are never pure, y/n."

Mark intertwines his fingers with yours, kissing the knuckles, "it'll be alright, baby." he smiles and squeezes your palms. His thrusts are restless from the start but you suddenly gets distracted when Jaemin cups your cheeks and pressed his alluring lips to yours, kissing you lovingly. His kiss always feel like he is taking all his time with you, he can have you till the end of the universe. Mark's thumb rubbing circle on your clit, making it impossible to hold back yourself and give in to Jaemin fully, your free hand grabbing Mark's biceps tightly.

Who thought that the campus crush is beneath you and you are riding his cock? None of those pretty girls got this privilege to be his --- but you still got him after playing the game of chase and catch.

Mark stops his action when you were about to hit the climax, oh he is in love with you whining out for releasing pleasure, he can edge you all day if that's how you sound like. "here i come, love." Jeno's low voice ringed from behind you and as he says, he pushes forward. "ugh," you groaned, hurting from the stretch. Mark starts to slowly fuck from below you, just to ease some of the pain you're going through. "i-it hurts..." your eyes starts tearing up.

Jaemin again leans in and attached his lips on yours, tongue messily dancing with each other, "I know but you need to relax for us."

"fuck, so tight..." Mark groaned, eyes shut from the pleasure of being squeezed inside you.

"her cunt is tighter too. keep going." Jeno's brows are narrowed from pleasure. the sting is still there, but it became more tolerable as the two dicks fuck you from below and above making out with you. eventually, they're sliding in and out smoothly, matching each other's pace. Haechan sits on the bed, pinching your nipples and taking one of your breasts inside his warm mouth, sucking it hard.

The sound of ripping of clothes echoes inside the room when Jeno tears of your dress away and hugs you from behind, dipping his head, biting down your shoulders and throat, fondling with your boobs.

"oh m-my gosh.." your eyes rolled at the back of your head from the intense pleasure you are having. you cannot describe it. the way their big dicks are drilling you are making you crazy, feels like heaven. And the mouths over your hot skin is igniting the fire.

"fuck." they cursed hardly as they fuck you in sync.

Jaemin salivates just by watching you getting used by them. you look beautiful. you look so hot. and you are his. you belong to them. "so good for us. such a good girl." Jeno mumbles into your ears, biting the lobe.

"you're so good, baby." Mark whispers and gets up to position himself in a sitting position to suck your breasts. you smile and moans, trying to keep your eyes open to look at him. your free hand reaches over his handsome face and cares it, "k-kiss me, Mark." his eyes darken and without hesitation he gives in to your request.

a few moments, they both came inside your holes together with you. both of your legs shakes and body collapsing on top of Mark, panting so hard. His lips are still on you, kissing you like that he can't give you up to anyone.

Jeno breaths in the crook of your neck, taking your sweet scent. Their dick still buried inside you, when Mark leaves your mouth to mark your chest, Jeno pulls your face closer to make out as he kept sliding his dick inside, fucking his cum back.

your eyes already closed and almost passing out. he kisses your cheeks and smiles.

"sweetheart?" Jeno calls out between his heavy breaths.

you didn't respond so he slightly pulls away to check on you. he saw you're dozing off so he smiled and kisses your cheeks gently.

"you are the best agent for us. So good. The perfect one.", he whispers. "I love you, sweetheart."

Mark pulls out and before going towards the bathroom for cleaning himself, he grabbed the towel from Haechan that he tossed and cleaned you. he leans over your face to kiss you softly with a warm smile on his face. "are you hurt? Was it too much? Just know I'll always love you."

You shake your head, "no." you manage to smile, "I know that. I love you too, Mark."

Haechan brushes away some hairs that sticked onto your pretty face, "I love you so much." he whispers.

"I love you too."

they never miss to reassure their care and love for you after intense sessions.

Jaemin helped you up into his arms, following after Jeno and he walks inside the bathroom where the warm bath is waiting for you. you groaned, "we'll just clean you before you rest, angel." he assured and gently placed you at the bathtub. you can feel your whole body aching, mind still fuzzy after what you all did.

Jaemin helps you sit on the bathtub, pressing a kiss on your forehead, "I love my angel so much." he takes off your sandal, he still wants to keep it on your naked body.

"I love my pretty boyfriend so much." You mimic his tone.

The steamy and messy night turns into warm, cozy and a night filled with you finding comfort in four pair of arms.

That's how you always imagined a life after returning from missions and you got it.

In the penthouse suite, the night is thick with tension. The lights are low, casting long shadows that dance across the room as you stand in front of a large mirror, carefully applying the finishing touches to your makeup. The reflection staring back at you is a vision of deadly elegance. The dress you've chosen clings to your body like a second skin, its dark fabric shimmering subtly under the soft glow. You adjust the strap of your stiletto, your movements precise, practiced. This isn't just another night out—it's a mission, and you've prepared for every possible outcome.

Behind you, the air hums with the presence of your boyfriends, each of them a force to be reckoned with. Taeyong, stands in the corner, his expression unreadable, his dark eyes following your every move. There's a heaviness to his silence, a weight that presses down on everyone in the room. He's seen you like this before, ready for battle, but it never gets easier for him. The thought of you getting close to another man, even in the name of duty, grates against his very soul.

"you are applying too much lipstick. You are not going on a date with him to impress." He glares at you when you smirk at him amusedly.

Jaehyun, always calculating, sits on the edge of the bed, his fingers steepled as he considers the plan once more. His sharp mind is usually focused on strategy, but tonight, it's clouded with something unfamiliar—jealousy. He watches as you apply a final touch of lipstick, the vivid color striking against your skin. He trusts you implicitly, but the idea of you using your charm on someone else ties his stomach in knots.

"you are enjoying making us jealous." Still just a smirk in reply  to him. he rolls his eyes at your attitude.

Haechan, with his tech-savvy ways, pretends to be engrossed in his phone, though his attention is anything but divided. He's monitoring the club's security feeds, but his eyes keep darting back to you, lingering on the curve of your neck where the necklace rests. He's always been the quiet one before missions, but tonight, he's struggling to keep his emotions in check. The thought of you playing a part that requires you to be anything other than his makes his blood run cold.

"if I see one inch closer than he should be, he is going to be dead."

You chuckle, "your loss. He is the source to get all the information."

Jaemin, ever the charmer, crosses the room to stand behind you. His hands rest lightly on your shoulders as he meets your gaze in the mirror. "You look stunning," he murmurs, but there's a sharp edge to his voice. His fingers trail down your arm, a possessive touch that speaks volumes. He can't hide the irritation in his eyes at the thought of you being the center of another man's attention, even if it's all part of the act. "but you are mine."

Mark is pacing like a caged tiger, his usual soft and calm demeanor replaced by frustration. "I don't like this," he mutters, more to himself than to anyone else. He's always been the calm-head, but often quick to anger, and the idea of you flirting with the target makes his fists clench. He wants to protect you, to shield you from any danger, even if it means defying the plan. "if needed, punch him."

"I know what to do." You roll your eyes.

Jeno, the most enigmatic of the group, stands by the window, the city lights casting a faint glow across his chiseled features. He's always been hard to read, his emotions buried deep, but tonight, there's a storm brewing behind those cold eyes. He doesn't speak, doesn't need to—his presence is a silent promise that no one will lay a hand on you without facing his wrath. He can't resist walking over to adjust the necklace around your neck, his fingers brushing against your skin as he whispers, "Don't forget who you belong to."

"I belong to you. Only to you all." You smile in the end.

You take a deep breath, turning away from the mirror to face them. The room is thick with unspoken words, the air heavy with their conflicting emotions. You know they're coming with you, that they'll be there every step of the way, but the tension is palpable. You move to each of them, a light touch, a reassuring smile, easing their worries with a confidence that you don't entirely feel.

"This is just another mission," you say softly, but your voice carries the weight of your conviction. "We've done this before. We'll do it again."

Their eyes meet yours, and though none of them are happy about the situation, they nod, each one silently promising to protect you, to keep you safe, no matter what it takes.

As you gather your things and head for the door, they fall in line behind you, a powerful force, united by their love for you and their determination to keep you out of harm's way. Tonight, the club will be your stage, and together, you'll play the parts you were born for.

After entering the car, your chuckle catch their attention, Jaehyun raises a brow at you in passenger seat, moving the steering wheel as he wants.

"if you all are really jealous." A mischievousness hinting in your eyes, "I'm ready for the punishment after we return."

"you are really our dirty little agent."

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fwb!jaehyun x afab reader

18+ mdni, smut

summary: you cannot shake off this feeling of sadness and aimlessness, and the only thing that makes you feel alive these days is having sex up with your sneaky link / fwb jaehyun. but after a particular hookup session, you realize you are certain of your feelings for him: you are in love with him. on top of all these lingering mental problems, you realize he will never love you back. so you have no choice but to push him away, and everything else too.

wc: 8k (girl bye it was not that serious)

cw: very self-indulgent im ctfu, depressed / miserable reader, very brief suicide ideation, arguing followed by a time skip, HEAVY miscommunication, some blood bc reader gets hurt from dropping a vase, kinda hurt/comfort (?), protected sex turns unprotected, creampie, petnames (baby, angel, princess), jaehyun kinda gets freaky and possessive, spitting kink, idk what else honestly I suck at this omg

OCTOBER, WEEK 1

he’s approaching. well, that is what he told you about half an hour ago. and since then, you have been scrambling around the house back and forth, trying to clean up as best as you can because something as simple as that seems to slip from your mind among other things recently.

you scan your room with your eyes to see if you missed anything, and, of course, you did: your bright purple vibrator sitting pretty on your pink sheets—of which you were using before he called. you mentally smack yourself at how stupid you are to almost leave something like that out in the open.

your heart races as you run to the bathroom to do a quick clean to at least give the illusion that it is not entirely dirty. and so you do the same for every area in the house again, even the ones he will not go in. essentially, everything besides the garage because that is beyond saving.

jaehyun won’t care anyway, but eventually the place is finally to your liking and satisfaction. you head back to your room to change into a cute, tight, and pink outfit because that is something he does care about. deep down, you know that is why he is even coming to your house after work: for your body. however, you crave his too, so, in essence, that makes you just as bad.

you have to apply your makeup quickly; he should be here soon. but as your hands mindlessly work on your face, you stare at yourself in the vanity mirror: the girl who looks back is just so…unrecognizable. and for a split second, you swear you can see her frown back at you. when you blink, though, only your pathetic reflection remains.

you try to shake off the feeling as your phone screen lights up next to you.

jae <3 : I’m here. open the door.

he doesn’t knock. he never does. and somehow, the blunt tone of the message has you feeling uneasy.

you check yourself out just one more time before walking up to the door to let him in. but as your hand reaches for the doorknob, you let a sigh escape from your mouth to calm down. you are always nervous to see him, and you can’t help but hate yourself for that.

even so, you just clear your throat and fix your posture before finally opening the door. and there you see him: the most beautiful man you had ever laid your eyes upon. and more specifically, the man you wanted to be yours.

it all happened so fast. you were in his arms. I missed you’s were exchanged even though it hadn’t even been a week since the last. the both of you gravitated towards your room in an uncontrolled, frenzied manner—kissing and crashing into the walls on the way. clothes were thrown and scattered onto your carpet.

it all happened so fast—and so naturally. he just understands you in a way no one or nothing has: he makes you feel alive when everything else inside of you feels dead.

the night is young, and your body feels like it’s on fire. he’s unrelenting. it’s a feeling that you only want for yourself but you’ll never dare to let him know that—you can’t. and still, you want more. his cock is magic and you’re falling for its vicious spell.

it’s criminal: the lewd and loud sounds that your bodies make clapping against each other while also moaning relentlessly. the neighbors can probably hear you guys going at it but that does not matter at all when you’re with him. actually, all your problems vanish when you’re with him, and just maybe, that is why you always come back for more—the escapism is a drug.

“how do you feel and taste better each time? holy shit, baby.”

his nails dig those familiar crescents into your hips as the backshots he’s giving you only become more intense—pain and pleasure in its most pure and perfect form.

“this is what you wanted, huh?”

“oh god yes,” you mewl.

“taking it so good, princess.”

you unconsciously clench tight on his cock in response and he laughs softly.

“my pretty girl likes it when I tell her how good she’s doing… so fucking cute. you make it so hard to hold back, you know?”

your back arches and your hands grip onto the sheets with such a violent and searing pleasure that can only be brought out by him.

“then don’t.”

you don’t know where this sudden rush of courage came from, and it surprises the both of you. and so after a few more thrusts into you, he slows down then stops.

“what are you implying, angel?”

“exactly what I just said. if you don’t want to hold back, there is no reason you should be.”

“is that so?”

“yes,” you say, holding back a whimper as you feel his cock twitch in your walls.

“ok, I just needed the clarification. in that case… can I take the condom off then?” he asks. his voice is firm, but somehow tender and sweet.

“jae…” you sigh, even though your heart skips a beat. “actually, I don’t know…”

“you can’t just rile me up and then back down. come on, princess. I promise I’ll be careful. I’ll pull out.”

you guys had met almost a year and a half ago through mutual friends. and then you started messing around six months into knowing each other, but you had never done it raw before with him. although you don’t hate the idea, the fact he is the one who asked first makes you nervous. the feeling might be too much; the idea of it is too much. it would be too much to bear. it would feel…intimate and romantic, almost. and that right there is something you have been trying to fight in silence for a while now.

and just as you’re about to tell him no, his long fingers trail along the spine of your back and you tremble pathetically to his touch.

“come on… you know you want it too, don’t lie to yourself.”

“well, yes, but–”

“but what?”

you don’t say anything as your mind runs in circles to find an excuse; you do really want it at your core. the thought of it also awakens something primal inside of you. that voice in the back of your head is screaming no, but everything else needs this. you need this.

“you scared? scared it’ll feel too good?” he says, rolling his hips smoothly into yours again.

“I’m not scared…hhh…” you choke, shaking as he starts hitting it from the back again.

“then what is it?”

your mind blanks other than the thought of how much better it would feel if he took it off. and just like that, you find yourself nodding your head.

“you’ll let me do that? I need a yes or a no. come on, baby,” he says, fingers tracing smooth circles onto your back.

“ok fine, n-need it off. please…” you whine as you give in.

“I got you, princess,” he soothes.

he slides out of your plush walls, and you turn your head to watch as he removes the rubber with ease. his eyes glow as he strokes himself a bit and lines himself up again at your entrance.

the tip alone has you both seeing stars, but that feeling is taken to the next level when he is all the way in—it’s cosmic.

you can’t think straight. now, it’s too much yet too little. you keep rolling your hips back to meet his thrusts because you’re so needy and desperate for more. you tilt your head back again and watch as the veins in his arms pop out as he uses force to still you from moving.

“stop it. just let me make you feel good. let me do all the work, okay?”

he slides almost all the way out—his tip latching onto your entrance—before pushing himself back with force and passion. it feels like heaven, twice as nice even, and the deep seated feeling of guilt in your gut makes it shamefully feel better. so you can’t help but fight against his strength and push yourself back onto his dick.

“I thought I told you to stop doing that,” he says, voice now stern and demanding.

he grabs a fistful of your hair into a makeshift ponytail and pulls your back up to his chest.

“isn’t that right?” he whispers seductively into your ear, licking a thick stripe along the earlobe.

“s-sorry,” you cry out.

his strokes are slow and delicious like this, but before you can really bask in the feeling, he pushes you back onto the bed, his arm somehow managing to snake around your neck like a headlock. your hands are now clutching at the sheets again, with more force if even possible. his chest is right against your back and the closeness of it all is suffocating yet so divine.

“fuck jae, s-so good…”

“god, princess. you drive me crazy, you know that, right?” he groans into your ear.

his hips now slam into yours perfectly—hitting that spot and angle rhythmically. he chokes you harder with his arm as his pace becomes faster and messier. you clench onto his dick as you feel that band in your stomach about to explode.

“let me cum inside. fuck, baby, please. let me do it,” he’s vocal in a way he never has been and it’s driving you over the edge.

you just moan, mind too fuzzy to even think or speak properly. his every move and sound feels amplified like this and it’s dizzying.

“god damn, you’re just sucking me in so good… so tight… please…” he whimpers, his pace becoming even more messier.

“jae, oh my god,” you moan.

you can barely breathe now. it all hurts so good. it’s too dangerous. it really feels like he’s making love to you and you’re scared that by letting him finish inside you, your feelings for him will become even more complicated than they already are.

“hurry up, baby. yes or no. I’m not gonna last longer the way you’re squeezing onto me. holy shit…” he chokes out.

a couple more strokes has him twitching and that makes it all the more real. your heart begins to race in a way it never has before. and soon enough, you feel that sweet and vicious euphoria rushing up to you in cathartic shivers and it lets the words roll off your tongue: “cum in me, jae. please.”

the both of you cry out as the orgasm courses through your body which leads to him shooting his warm ropes into your velvet walls.

“jae, I lo–oh my…”

jaehyun kisses your ear and continues to ride out your orgasm.

he really just fucked you so good that you almost told him that you loved him. and the sad and terrifying truth was that if you weren’t sure of that before, you were damn sure of it now. you are in love with him. he mostly likely just sees you as his booty call, and you can’t blame him because you answer every time with no hesitation.

and the worst part is that you know he will never love the real you: the one that is constantly dragged down by the demons of the past.

when he pulls out and away from you, your body immediately reacts to the lack of heat and warmth from him. the afterglow doesn’t last long before the shame pours in with no mercy.

and strangely enough, the tears start to drip down your flushed cheeks because this was it. you had given him basically all that you could. you gave him the rawest form of love you had and that still wasn’t enough for an I like you. really, what more could you expect after that? things will only go down from here.

you are ripped back into reality with the sound of him rambling.

“…all right. see what happens when you let me do my thing?” he says, so happy and sure of himself.

but your heart feels like it has shattered into a million fragments. and there was no way you could hide it. you can’t even look at him. you sniffle—tears pouring and staining your cheeks.

“uh yeah…” you mumble, wiping under your eyes with the back of your hand.

the energy in the room has shifted like a light switch, but he doesn’t take notice.

“you need to go, jae,” you whisper.

“what was that, angel?”

“you need to go,” you say, voice still a quiet whisper.

“uhhh, is everything ok? I thought–”

you turn to look at him now and he is taken aback by the pain written all over your face.

“I said you need to go. now!” you raise your voice.

“what’s wrong? was it something just now? did I go too far?”

“I don’t… I don’t want to talk about it right now. please… just leave…”

you wouldn’t want to see him ever again, actually you couldn’t stand the thought of having to pretend around him anymore knowing you couldn't be his and he couldn’t be yours.

“princess…” he sighs, placing his hand on your shoulder.

but you nudge it away and start to gather his clothes.

“what the hell, y/n? talk to me!”

the sudden switch to your name at this moment makes you even angrier for some reason.

“I need you to go! what about that don’t you understand?”

you throw his clothes at him, but his scent—the overuse of cologne to mask the stench of weed—bounces back to you anyway. they fall and scatter all over his feet and he stares at you in disbelief.

you knew you were being dramatic, but you couldn’t help it: you felt hurt. and most of all, just plain stupid for thinking there was even a slight possibility for something more to happen between the two of you—a future.

he sighs as he dresses himself lazily, not even bothering to buckle his belt.

“tell you what… what I don’t understand is why you always keep making things harder for me. just why can’t you open yourself up to me emotionally. WHAT is going on that you feel the need to shut down like this?”

“oh so now I’m a chore for you?”

“that is NOT what I am saying.”

“it is what you’re implying. I’m too much for you, aren’t I?”

“right now, yes, you are. but I need you to help me here. just TALK to me.”

your mind doesn’t register that last part, only caught up with that yes. you are too much for him. you already felt like a burden to everyone and everything in this damn world but to hear it vocalized from him even in the slightest had your thoughts reeling into dangerous territory.

you could not form the words, instead choking on your sobs.

“y/n…”

you cry as you feel so many emotions—all these small feelings you had ignored—crash over you like an unforgiving, powerful wave.

“hey, I–”

“just get the fuck out!” you cut him off.

your words are charged with anger and you just want to scream at him more for being so stupid and so beautiful.

he sighs again. his eyes are now glowing with a certain sadness and concern that makes the regret all the more soul-crushing. why couldn’t he just love you back? why couldn’t he just fix you?

he gets closer to you so he can place a tender kiss on your forehead. he strokes his thumb on your cheek, like he normally does, but this time it makes you feel sick to your stomach.

“just talk to me whenever you’re ready, princess. I’ll be waiting,” he says.

he walks out of your room and slams the door on the way out. the sound echoes into your heart and soul. and you cry harder than before because you knew deep down that you weren’t going to talk to him again. ever.

and loneliness, then, watches you from the nearest shadow, waiting like a ravenous predator.

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OCTOBER, WEEK 1, THE NEXT DAY

*jae <3 sent you $150

jae <3 : you know, for the plan B, just in case ;)

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NOVEMBER

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DECEMBER

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JANUARY, WEEK 2

nostalgia is one hell of a drug, and also one hell of a bitch when it comes to letting go. there’s a ton of clothes in your closet that don’t even fit you or you just wouldn’t wear anymore—your taste has changed, or rather, grown. yet for some reason you have it all stashed in there like some hoarder on a television show. it’s an amalgamation of distinct eras of your life and memories that you are too lazy—and also don’t want to—throw away. nonetheless, you cannot find that one damn jacket you swore was in there. you think to yourself that perhaps, just maybe, it is deep in your hamper full of dirty clothes that you haven’t touched in weeks.

you decide you need to leave your house for something other than work and unavoidable errands. staying cooped up inside has done more damage than you’d like to admit, especially when the days are like mush and blend together. this monotonous excuse of an existence is a curse, truly.

not bothering to rummage through the mess, you just pick the first jacket you can find and put it on even though it does not match your outfit at all.

it’s late in the afternoon, and it’s only been one hour since you woke up and got out of bed.

through your window, you take notice of the dull, cloudy sky and realize it’s going to be that annoying, uncomfortable type of chilly day outside, but you have your mind settled on going to the park because god knows you need to touch some grass and reconnect with nature.

you slightly regret brushing off your friends who asked to hangout, but you didn’t want to drag their moods down with how miserable you were. you had to clear your mind—rid it of all reminders of him.

this glumness has just consumed you with a vengeance like no other.

and inevitably, it follows you to the car as you put the keys into the ignition and then drive to the park as if on autopilot. it follows you as you get out and find a bench to sit your pathetic butt on. it then sinks its razor–sharp teeth into you as your eyes scan your surroundings and realize you are alone.

there are kids playing with one another, couples walking together, and just all types of people who just don’t look empty. you know you shouldn’t generalize that because these people could just be putting on a facade for all you know. what stings, though, is how you no longer have the energy to put one on yourself. there’s no bone in your body that has the ability to present such a performance anymore.

instead, you try to focus on something else, like the trees or the stray dogs running around, but you can’t ignore the obvious: you still feel like shit.

you can’t help but ruminate over the fact that you feel so…unhappy, and a large part of that just comes from loneliness. also, you just feel stuck, like there is no moving forward from this because this sadness will never let go of its vicious grasp on you.

it’s like all the small and minor feelings you shoved aside were now majorly affecting every part of your soul, body, and mind.

there are just so many things to be disappointed about in your life and it is killing you—eating away at you inside-out. a single, stupid teardrop drips down your cheek because apparently even that is all your body can muster.

so after a few excruciating minutes of people-watching and the endless screaming in your mind, you decide that this trip was for nothing.

you don’t bother to pick up something to eat on the way home. you’ve lost your appetite.

and just when you think your day couldn’t get any more sour, it does. the cherry on top is that your car stops mid-driveway as it just shuts off. it had been needing repairs that you had been putting off and it came right back to bite in this vulnerable time.

you just groan and debate killing yourself right then and there, but then decide you should just masturbate and go to sleep.

you walk into your home like a ghost, change into comfy clothes, and hop into bed.

as you log into your second twitter account, a caller notification pops up on your screen. your heart sinks to your stomach as you end up clicking it on accident and realize exactly who is calling: jae <3.

you hadn’t exactly brought it upon yourself to block his number despite the few times he tried reaching out throughout the months you haven’t spoken.

you freeze when you hear some rustling and then his familiar, warm voice speaking: “y/n?? you picked up! oh my… I–is it ok if I talk. o-or do you wanna go first? well, we don’t have to right now if you don’t want that, we can meet up–”

beep. you hang up.

you just can’t. hearing him so happy and excited made you want to run back into his arms, but you knew that couldn’t be a reality. even if he did like you back, there was no way in hell he would love the dark parts of you, the parts that made you feel so aimless and eternally dejected. he said it himself: it was too much.

you couldn’t do that to him.

a few seconds later, you get a text that reads talk to me, please :(

and then another call, but you don’t pick up this time. although, you almost do, because he could fix your car—and you miss everything about him—but the car is the most important part, obviously.

after, you stalk all his socials and let regret do its usual bidding.

the night ends with loneliness steeped in exhaustion that not even a scrolling-through-twitter-bookmarks session could remedy.

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JANUARY, WEEK 3

it’s that damned time of the year where it rains a bit too much for your liking because now you don’t really know if it’s right to blame the weather for being extremely sad, glum, and horny but you do it anyway.

and naturally, you stare at the ceiling with empty eyes as you ponder about life or whatever (and mainly him, as always, it seems). the television plays Jersey Shore in the background, yet even that can’t conceal the incessant trickle of the rain and the downpour hitting your roof and outside your window. you want to scream or die or kill somebody; any of those sound good right about now. you’re broke as hell—bank account barely skating above the negatives—so you can’t order anything to your house and you’ve used your vibrator too many times to count that the feeling it used to give you is no longer the same. there’s no point. ugh. you hate it here.

but it’s like he can sense your distress and almost immediately after groaning into the loneliness of your room, your phone dings. you pick up the phone from under your blanket and see the screen lit up with a text message from a certain someone you’ve been avoiding.

jae <3 : you doing anything rn princess? I wanna come over. I haven’t seen you in so long… I really want to talk to you.

and that is all it takes for the walls you built up to come crumbling down.

you bite your lip to hide the cheeky grin that creeps onto your face like an idiot. damn it. you fight the urge to reply back immediately so as to not seem desperate.

yes, he’s sent a string of messages over the course of time you’ve been ignoring him, but this one feels different, and maybe that is just because you want it to be.

anyway, his dick could fix at least one of your problems right now so after waiting for what felt like forever, you hit him back.

y/n: just chilling by myself. hungry. pls bring food.

you were rotting in bed in pajamas you’ve worn for a bit over two days so you immediately scramble out of the sheets to get yourself dolled up for him because for some reason you feel the need to impress him.

it isn’t until half an hour later that jaehyun shows up at your doorstep, soaked from the rain, holding grocery bags in his hands. his dimples still show even as he smiles with semi-pursed lips.

you stare at him for a while, bewildered at how even more gorgeous and stunning he seems, and honestly holding yourself back from just latching on him like a rabid animal.

“can I come in or…are you just gonna keep looking at me like a deer in headlights?” he says, smug.

you snatch the bags from him with a swiftness that makes your emotions of lust and embarrassment all the more palpable, and head towards your kitchen table to set them down. he giggles slightly at this and he takes off his sopping wet jacket, hanging it up on the coat rack you have in the entry hallway. and then he kicks off his shoes with ease which leaves them on the floor scattered. he drops his keys on the counter with a loud bang, running his fingers through his hair after. he sighs loudly and it echoes throughout the room and you can feel it within your chest. it’s all so…safe and comfortable, and maybe that’s because he’s done this many times before. and it feels like nothing has changed even though you haven’t spoken to him in months.

well that is until you snoop through the bags and peep a bouquet of flowers—your favorite ones at that.

“jae, what is this for?” you ask.

you turn your face to look at him, thinking he’s still lurking by the entrance but he’s actually standing right behind you.

your face is now inches away from his chest. and you can breathe in his musk. he reeks of cologne and weed in the best way possible. you stumble and bump your back onto a chair as he reaches over your side.

“I saw them and I thought of you,” he mumbles, grabbing all the other bags.

he drags his feet to the kitchen and unloads all the groceries onto the counter.

it’s so subtle that you almost don’t catch it but the tops of his ears turn a bit red after he says it. it’s cute, and your heart flutters at how he remembers the little things about you.

“well thank you. they’re really pretty.”

the plastic bag crumples as you take the bouquet out and you dive your nose in to take in their sweet aroma.

“I’ll be right back,” you say before heading to your basement to find a vase to put them in, and also to cool off. maybe it was the time apart, but your mind could not function properly around him. it was like every quality about him became ten times more attractive and enticing.

you flip the light switch on and the light flickers twice before giving out. you’ve been meaning to replace the light bulb but you keep forgetting (or rather pushing it off). and now it’s caught up to you like many other things and feelings.

you use your phone’s flashlight to guide you along the mess that you created and you finally find what you're looking for, only it’s at the top of some shelf that you can’t really reach. there’s a small ladder that’s hiding in the small crevice between the shelf and the wall. but still, even after using it and taking all three of its steps, you can barely grasp the vase with your fingertips and you slide it closer and closer towards you before it finally lands in your hands safely.

you’re on your tippy toes at this point, legs trembling. and as soon as you’re ready to get down, it happens in an instant: you lose your balance.

there’s no sugarcoating it. there’s no saving grace and you fall backwards onto your ass. even though it takes the brunt of tumble, your hands fall victim to the vase and its shattered pieces.

maybe it was the noise and the commotion or maybe you let out a scream without realizing it, but jaehyun bolts into the garage not even seconds later.

through the slivers of light radiating from your phone, you can barely peep the blood leaking from your palm and his horrified face.

“a-are you ok?” he asks.

before you can even answer, he picks you up as if you were a doll and rushes you over to the bathroom where he sits you down on the toilet seat.

he already knows where everything is so he pulls out the first aid kit from the cabinet underneath the sink and tends to your bloody hands immediately.

honestly, the cuts weren’t anything major but your heart starts to beat like crazy at how worried he is yet he remains calm and careful in taking care of you.

“this is going to hurt, princess. I’m sorry,” he says before softly dabbing a wet cloth onto your skin.

you wince in pain and he reacts by holding onto your arm and rubbing soothing circles with his thumb.

“shhh… it’s ok. I’ll make you feel better soon.”

he does this for a while and eventually reaches for the bandages.

but the whole time you found yourself staring at him in awe. there was a war going on in your mind. you analyzed his every move: the way he sighed or played with his bottom lip by nibbling on it or how he’d sneak a glance at you with so much worry. all you wanted was to crawl into his skin and be inside of him to know his thoughts and what he was thinking about you.

he places the final bandage and looks up at you with tender eyes before averting his gaze.

“thank you, jae…” you mumble.

you can feel your heart about to just slide out of your chest and onto the tile floor. the insane pace it’s beating at won’t stop.

“why didn’t you ask me for help? I thought you were just going to your room or something. I didn’t know you were going to do that and almost kill yourself.”

“ok, well I thought I had it, but I guess not. I just needed a moment to myself anyway.”

“a moment to yourself? but I just got here?”

“you don’t understand. it’s just… never mind,” you sigh.

“what? you don’t want to talk about that right now either?” he says, tone tinged with slight resentment.

you stand up from the toilet seat because the air in the room quickly is injected with tension, and it becomes stifling and suffocating. how else are you supposed to say that him getting you flowers had you riled up? and how are you supposed to tell him that being around him is too much because you’re hopelessly in love with him and want to be more than just whatever you guys have going on?

perhaps silence and secrecy are the better options.

“ok, whatever,” he says. “that’s not the point. I was right there, you could have just told me to do it. you know I’ll always be there for you, even the small things.”

“I know, jae.”

“ok, so you do know that?”

“well…”

you have a feeling you know where this is going and you want to die.

“then how come you’ve been ignoring me? all my calls and messages… I know you’ve been getting them. and you fucking hung up on me the other day too? do you know how happy I was when you answered?” he says, anger bleeding into hurt.

“I’m really sorry-”

“I’m not stupid y/n. I don’t like when you hide things from me, you know that.”

at this point, you make way towards the door but he holds onto your arm with a vice grip and shoves you back onto the toilet seat. he uses his body as a barrier so you can’t leave and you know there’s no use trying to get through.

“are you trying to make me bleed again?” you ask angrily, trying to mask how exposed and scared you feel.

“oh, don’t be dramatic, y/n. you’re not leaving until you tell me why you’ve been leaving me in the dust.”

“you’re the one being dramatic! just let me out of here!”

“I’ll let you out when I get what I want.”

“why does it matter to you anyway?”

“because I care about you!”

“you’re only saying that because you want to get between my legs.”

“that’s not true at all.”

“is it not? because that’s what it feels like.”

“you’re not being fair. let me remind you that it was me who’s been reaching out and you were the one who decides to respond after weeks of radio silence. how do you think that makes me feel?”

“I don’t know…you could’ve tried harder,” you mumble, already resigning to the fact he had already won this mini argument.

there was no point anyway. he had every right to be angry but you just hated confrontation especially when it came to him.

you were just too flustered and emotional now. you wanted to confess your feelings to him but didn’t want everything you had to collapse. you can’t look at him in the face now.

“y/n…look, I do care about you. so fucking much, actually and you have no idea.”

“jae, I care about you too but can we just not do this right now?”

“how else am I supposed to show you that I love you when you shut me out? you don’t know how much it killed me that you acted like I don’t exist to you.”

your whole body freezes at that stupid four letter word. it sounds so pretty coming from his tongue, but you don’t know if he means it the way you want it to.

he kneels on the ground so he is at eye level with you. he starts to cup his hands on your face.

“did I do something wrong? that’s all I want to know so I can fix it or try to do better.”

there’s no point in hiding anymore. when you open your eyes which have been shut closed, you see that hurt is written all over his face and it’s all your fault. your absence in his life has affected him just like it has affected you.

he just looks so sad yet so pretty and you want him to hold you and tell you it’ll all be okay. you want to kiss him, touch him, feel him, and most of all, make love to him.

“I love you, jae. I love you so much and I don’t know, every second I’m with you it gets worse because I know I won’t be more to you. I need you in a way that you can’t even imagine.”

“y/n, I-”

“LET ME FINISH!” you cut him off.

he looks taken aback at first, but then just gives a weak nod and smile to let you continue.

you start rambling: “I… I just am going through a lot mentally too and I didn’t want to ruin what we had by saying anything so for some reason it just made more sense to ignore you and hope that it would go away and-”

all of a sudden, jaehyun smashes his lips onto yours.

it’s passionate, more fervor than usual. it’s like he’s putting his all into this kiss and you just melt into him, fingers running through his hair as his hands travel to your back to pull you in closer.

“I… love you too…y/n…” he moans in between kisses.

when you both pull away, he starts to plant soft kisses along your neck that begin to travel up to your ear.

“do you need me to show you how much I love you, princess?” he whispers.

“p-please, jae… I want you…”

with no hesitation, he carries you into your room.

he then sits on the edge of the bed as you stand before him. the both of you scramble to get some clothes off and then latch onto each other like magnets—skin on skin, lips on lips.

like clockwork, you straddle your legs over his lap. you roll your hips into his and whimper at the feeling: your bare folds rubbing against his boxer briefs. one of his strong hands holds onto your lower back as the other supports the back of your neck.

the kissing is laced with carnal desire, as if you both wanted to eat the other whole. your hips move faster in response and you're both moaning into each other’s mouth. you can feel how hard he is and also how your wetness stains and seeps into the fabric.

he pulls away to trail kisses down your neck, leaving his signature love bites and marks.

once he reaches your chest, he places soft kisses before unclasping your bra like he has done many times before. but this time, you notice the look of lust and love in his eyes as they scan your body. maybe it’s always been like that and you hadn’t noticed it. your heart swells at this and you caress his cheek.

his mouth then attacks your chest with passion and you arch your back to push your body more into his. your hips are now moving in sweet circles and your mind is clouded with how good it all feels—how much fulfilling it is now that you know that he loves you back.

“my princess, so beautiful,” he coos, before grabbing you and pinning your back against the bed.

as your back lays falt, he trails kisses down your chest, stomach, and around your plush thighs. his face then makes contact with your pussy and he watches it with hungry eyes. your body quite literally trembles just knowing he is just mere centimeters away from tasting you.

“you don’t know how long I’ve waited for this,” he confesses.

he notices you bite your lip in anticipation. the adrenaline courses through your veins as pleasure awaits you.

“maybe, I should just… I don’t know… not do this and let you see what it feels like to be left wanting.”

“baby, I’m really sorry. please don’t tease me right now,” you whine.

“you deserve this, just a little bit,” he says before blowing air right onto your dripping folds.

you clench on nothing as he smirks at you.

“I hate you,” you moan.

“I thought you loved me?”

“two things can be true at once.”

“say you love me or else I’m not going through with this.”

“but–”

“SAY it.”

you forgot how commanding he could be in bed and it has you clenching again at nothing.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he says, content.

and just like that, he dives right into tasting you finally. the months apart had done a number on you because his mouth felt infinitely better than it ever did. it was like his thirst hadn’t been quenched in years.

it felt spiritual, as if his movements came straight from the heavens above and all you could do was lay there and take in all of his love—and anger.

it didn’t take long before you began grasping onto the locks of his now longer hair, shoving him in further to reach your high faster.

however, he pulls away with a quickness. you groan at the feeling of pleasure being snatched away from you.

“sorry, angel, but I need you to cum on my cock this time… need to feel you unwind all over me.”

you watch and rub your legs together as he slides his briefs down just enough to reveal his pretty cock, pink tip glistening with love—all because of you and all for you.

you whine when he starts to coat himself in your arousal, his thick length catching against your clit as he rubs against your folds with tenderness.

“jae…”

“feels good, yeah?”

“fuck… need you now, jae,” you whine.

“you ready?”

“yes. only and always for you.”

“that’s my baby.”

your hands grip your bed sheets as he slides inside of you. you’ll honestly never get used to just how big he is. even when he bottoms out, it takes time for the pain to eventually blossom into pleasure as he moves his hips rhymically into yours.

it’s not rough and needy but more soft and careful. he really takes his time to feel all of you and give it to you so good. your hands rub and down his slender back as he makes the most intimate and precious love to you. and you love how his gold chain brushes up against your face with every delicious stroke.

it has you so weak and your head feels so fuzzy—the feeling is indescribable.

“my pretty angel, my girl… taking me so well. fuck, you were made for me.”

you can only offer a loud moan in response and your walls clench harder onto him automatically.

“keep doing that and I’m gonna cum inside you, baby. you want that?”

“yes, baby. oh my god, yes please. I want it so fucking bad.”

“then take it.”

he slips two of his fingers into your mouth and you suck on them with all your might. his eyes watch you in amazement and passion.

your body trembles as he continuously hits that sweet spot.

and just like that, you feel the euphoria coming to you in waves. he knows it and laughs softly, removing his soaked fingers from you mouth.

“you’re almost there, angel?”

“y-yes,” you moan.

“I can feel it. I know you’ve missed this. isn’t that right?”

“missed you so much…” you mewl, feeling tears about to form in your eyes.

“missed you too, baby. fuck…” he says and gives your forehead a quick, reassuring peck.

you claw your nails into his back as he picks up the pace—to help you reach that pleasure point. you wrap your legs around him instinctively and succumb to the overwhelming feeling of his love.

“I’m coming, ahh. I’m…”

you scream as the pleasure burns all over your body. jaehyun doesn’t falter for a second, only going faster, even though his own orgasm follows immediately after—his warm load filling you up as you finish all over him.

“so…good…that’s it…” he chokes out.

“I love you!” you scream.

“love you… I love you,” he whimpers as he slows down.

you’re extremely sensitive at this point and you whine as jaehyun refuses to stop, still rutting his hips into you: pushing in every last drop.

“I’m not done yet. you’ve denied me perfection for so long.”

“jae…baby…”

“shhh…angel, just need you to take it. can you do that for me?”

“y-yeah.”

“good girl, that’s a good girl,” he coos.

all of a sudden, his body shifts as he pushes your legs back to your chest, guiding you guys into a mating press position.

“it h-hurtsss…” you whine.

you felt like your body was going to snap in half, truly.

“I know, baby. but it’ll feel better, you just have to trust me.”

“ok, baby.”

“you’re perfect,” he says. “you’re my baby, right?”

he then pistons his hips into you with force and you just moan quietly: “I-I’m your baby.”

“I know that’s right,” he says, letting out a breathy moan. “open up for me.”

you do as he says and your jaw falls slack open. a lengthy string of spit drops into your mouth and you just take it.

his cock feels excruciatingly perfect like this. he is so deep inside of you and you feel like his love is going to suffocate you in the most tender way.

“you’re doing great, angel. just give me all your stress. let it all out.”

his lips find purchase on yours and you melt into him again.

your mind now is only full of thoughts of him, but positive ones for once. you feel… fulfilled and alive again. like this, he is taking off so much weight off your shoulders.

and thus, you cannot help how healing this feels and the tears that drip down your face as a result. jaehyun kisses them as they fall and doesn’t let up his pace.

“you’re mine… my angel. you belong to no one else but me. right, pretty?”

“I’m yours,” you mewl.

“say it again.”

“yours, jae, yours,” you babble, now feeling overwhelmed by the pressure in your core about to snap.

“can you open for me like you did before, baby?” he asks. and you immediately drop your jaw to invite his spit in again.

“you’re MY girl. this is MY pussy. you are MINE. f-finally…” he groans, emphasizing those specific words with harder thrusts.

“I love you, jae. fuck, I love you so much. I can’t live without you. I want…” you whine. you can’t finish the sentence from just how good it all feels.

“say you’re mine again, p-please. I’m gonna-”

“I’M Y-YOURS,” you scream as the orgasm suddenly unfolds with searing heat all over your body.

your arms and legs latch around him to keep him in place, to stop him from moving. the clench of your walls does him in instantaneously. you feel so full of him as he unloads himself in you. his pace stops immediately as you suck him dry for all he’s worth.

the amount of I love you’s exchanged in these moments were too many to count, but you knew you didn’t want him out of you any time soon.

“can we stay like this, please?” you whisper, kissing his neck. “I feel safe and warm.”

“if that’s what you want, then I’m all for it,” jaehyun says reassuringly.

you hold each other, bodies so intimately connected together, as sleep eventually washes over the both of you.

the night ends with love, this time, steeped with passion and desire.

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JANUARY, WEEK 3, THE NEXT DAY

—MINI EPILOGUE—

it is three in the afternoon when you wake up. jaehyun is nowhere to be seen in the room.

immediately, you jump out of bed to look for him, heart already sinking to the floor. but those feelings of fear vanish when you see him standing pretty in your kitchen, wearing an apron you forgot you even owned, cooking up something that smelled utterly delectable.

you basically run over to him and hug him from behind, pressing the side of your face against his back.

“you scared me.”

“I did? I’m sorry about that.”

“I thought you left me.”

“I would never do that, not now, when I finally have you for myself.”

his words are reassuring and comforting. maybe that is what you needed in your life.

you find out later that he fixed your car that morning and cleaned up the glass pieces in the garage from the broken vase. and you realize that even though he cannot necessarily “fix” you or your problems entirely, he wants to help you get better. and you shouldn’t run away and deny the support because you would do the same for him.

there are small feelings in this world that will eat you up and spit you right out, but there are also small feelings that, over time, will help you become a better person. the key is to recognize each one and feel them all the way through: let them run their course. with jaehyun, you were able to deal with those emotions and feelings together.

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a/n: thank you for getting through this mess of a fic oh my god. sorry for the rushed and corny ass ending (and the lack of editing). but this has been sitting in my drafts since february and I just want to be rid of it.

I have just been going through so much lately and it's taking everything in me to not just end my shit likeee. also who peeped that twilight-esque time skip LMFAOOOO

anyways let me stop being big and rude. please lmk if you liked this or if you have any requests (my inbox is always open!) love yall <3

"I'll never get used to the feeling of you around me, Darling " this was really good 😊

also, to follow up on my previous ask: morning sex with mork...

B&B: Bed And Boyfriend | Mark Lee

warnings: big cock mark, sub!reader, fem bodied reader, blowjob, nipple play

“Good morning Angel…”

The name rolled perfectly off his tongue like it was made for you and only you. Mark was laying next to you in bed engulfed in the sheets and the orange haze peeking through the curtains. No matter how many times you looked at him you couldn’t get over how handsome he was no matter what. You ran your thumb over the apple of his cheek feeling the warmth radiate from him as he nuzzled into your touch. Mark took your hand into his kissing the back of your palm leaving a smile on your face. 

Before you knew it his lips were on yours kissing you slowly melting into the softness of his lips letting your hands rest on the back of his neck playing with the hair at the bottom of his neck. Mark’s hands trailed down your body draping his arms around your waist stopping at your hips gripping them softly as he kissed you deeper. Soft moans filled the room as you both got lost in each other's bodies. He tapped the side of your leg to have it resting on his hip before he pulled away from the kiss leaving you breathless before he pulled you up so that you were straddling his waist.

“My pretty girl”

Leaning down, trapping him between your arms not letting him go anywhere kissing down his neck playing with the strings of his shorts. You could feel his cock twitching through his shorts already and you haven't done anything yet. Mark pulled you down cupping the back of your neck so he could kiss you missing the feeling of your lips on his. It wasn't long until his lips were kissing at your sweet spot slipping the sleeves of your night gown down as his lips travelled down to your collarbone begging for the silk to be off your body.

"You don't know how good you look right now, Darling"

Mark was so desperate for you he was aching to feel your cunt around his throbbing cunt. He took the silk sleep dress off of you slowly taking in every curve of your body before throwing it into the floor behind you. The coldness of his hands shocked you at first before melting into his hold filling the rooms with your soft moans grinding on his clothed cock slowly.

You got off him to slide the shorts down his body and drop them onto the floor to take the place in between his legs looking up at him for permission. Mark's eyes never left yours as you took the head of his cock in your mouth licking the precum before swallowing him inch by inch. Accidentally moaning around his length sending shivers up his body causing him to snap his hips harshly making his thick cock hit the back of your throat. He felt bad you could tell by his face but you liked it when he was rougher with you.

Bobbing your head down his length quicker bringing him to the edge watching every small reaction wanting him to cum. His hands softly in your hair keeping it out of your face biting his lip trying to keep quiet as your neighbours already hate you for the countless nights Mark has made you scream with pleasure.

"Baby, please ride me.."

The desperate look in his eyes done something to you making your cunt throb hearing him cry out for you. Getting up from your spot between his legs to straddle him once again guiding his cock to your entrance letting your head fall back in euphoria feeling him inside of you.

Mark sat up on the head board rubbing the head of his cock where you needed him most making you moan loudly catching him off guard before cupping your breasts rolling your nipples in his fingers. Slowly grinding your hips down on his thick length once the slight pain turned into pleasure taking your time feeling every vein of his cock.

"So good for me Darling, making me feel so good"

Bouncing on him faster letting him moan as loud as he wants building the orgasm up inside of him. The low grunts and swears filled the room mixing with the disgusting wet sounds but they edged you on more wanting to get you both to cloud nine.

You were struggling by this point you wanted to cum so bad and the pleasure was getting too much for the both of you. One of Mark's hands went down to your clit rubbing the sensitive bud while you done your best to keep riding him never wanting this feeling to end.

"Cum with me, Beautiful"

It didn't take long until you were holding onto his biceps coming around his cock panting trying to hold yourself up before Mark came onto your stomach. He pulled out of your sensitive cunt and spilled his hot thick ribbons of cum onto your stomach panting resting his head on your shoulder.

"I'll never get used to the feeling of you around me, Darling"

Culture Things [M]

Genre: Dystopian, AU, SMUT, non-idol, angst, fluff

Pairing: NCT x OC

Warnings: Oral sex, bodily fluids, rough sex, multiple partners, unprotected sex, dirty talk, voyeurism, threesomes, thigh riding, spitting (don’t ask), fingering, anal  

Word count: 3.07k

Summary: Zennie’s dreams of entering the walls are finally coming true. But she is about to also inherit a group of men who all have one common goal in mind.

A/N: Oh oh oh! I enjoyed writing this update because we get to see more of Zennie’s personality as she starts to grow more comfortable inside the walls~ I have actually told myself that I would try my best to update this story in a timely manner because it’s just such a good one. I love being able to incorporate all of the neos into one story because I feel like the number of members in the group, gives us so much more to work with. I am going through a transitional period in life rn but in the best way possible. It is has been nothing but great news since I started the journey. I am all set to have a hot girl summer and I hope everyone can also enjoy themselves this upcoming season <3 I appreciate all of you for reading and please leave feedback or just say hi. I love hearing from you~ 

2. 

Zennie laid in her bed, eyes glued to the white smooth ceiling. She’d spent way more time with the Neos than she had planned. She couldn’t stop thinking about all that had happened. All the Neos she had met. Shotaro. Xiaojun. Jaemin. Haechan. Jeno. Yangyang. And so many more.

But it was Sungchan that grabbed her attention. He was the Neo that walked her back to her dorm. He was…Well to say he was fine would be an understatement. Zennie giggled at the thought of him. He was tall. He was stylish. He had the sweetest smile and his eye contact was enough to make her swoon.

Jungwoo was extremely drunk and Sungchan had offered to walk Zennie home. The Neos were extremely adamant about her not walking back on her own.

“No, Zennie, please. Let someone walk you home. Taeyong would severely punish us, if we let you out of here by yourself.” Jaehyun had said when she initially refused an escort.

“By punishment, he means we won’t get hotpot for a week.” Sungchan had chimed in with a wink. “C’mon, I’ll take you home.” He put an arm out and Zennie gently grabbed it. She noticed numerous sets of eyes on her but decided to ignore it. Sungchan had just offered to take her home. She couldn’t bring herself to care.

Zennie giggled out loud as she laid and thought about how charming this particular Neo was. Everything about him was just so alluring.

“You’re really pretty, you know.” Sungchan said as soon as they were outside. He looked at the ground and bit his lip. A bit embarrassed by his early confession.

Zennie looked at him with wide eyes and really took in his features. She didn’t see it at first but he looked a bit like a deer in headlights. His eyes were just so unique. His hair was a light brown and his skin was extremely smooth. Not a blemish in sight. Catching Zennie staring from his peripheral, he turned to look at her.

“Sorry.” He said, worried things would get awkward because Zennie didn’t answer. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“Oh, no. Please don’t apologize. I’m sorry. Thank you. I think you’re really cute, too.” Zennie said.

“You do?” Sungchan asked with a smile. They continued to walk, slightly closer to each other this time.

“Yeah. Thanks for offering to walk me home.” Zennie replied.

“Oh, please don’t mention it. I consider it my duty. Please feel free to call me if you ever need an escort” Sungchan had finally said as soon as they reached her dorm. Zennie motioned for him to join her inside so he followed.

“I–uh. Well..” Zennie started. “I haven’t set up my communication devices.”

Sungchan raised his eyebrows at Zennie’s statement. “They should’ve been set up before you started roaming and exploring.” He looked confused but then his face automatically lit up. “Do you need help?”

Zennie couldn’t figure out whether he was joking or not. “Are you really going to help me?”

“If you want me to, I can.” Sungchan said softly.

“Please!!! It is so hard. This technology is like from 50 years into the future! How the hell am I supposed to know how to work a hologram?!” Zennie started to go on about the difficulties she experienced during her first 12 hours because she couldn’t escape technology.

“My door opening on its own because the peephole can scan my eye from over 3 feet away?!” She added. “I let it go this morning because everyone else around me was normal about it but c’mon. That’s insane. People off this site won’t see technology like this for decades!”

Sungchan smiled and sat on the stool by the island. “You haven’t read your handbook, have you?”

Zennie stopped talking and shook her head.

“I can tell. Please read it- all of it, first thing tomorrow morning.” And with that, he stood up and tapped the white lamp on the island and it turned green. “Initiate activation for Zennie Pearl 2020.” He said out loud.

Zennie jolted when the lamp responded. “Activation has commenced.” She looked at Sungchan for a few seconds and then the lamp talked again. “Activation complete. Please test your devices, Zennie.”

“It calls me by my name.” Zennie said while digging in her backpack to look for the 2 “cellphones” all rookies were given. One was a cellphone. Very slick, touchscreen, and solar charging. The other was nothing but a mere earbud.

“Of course it calls you by your name. This is your home. And by the way. It is a she. And her name is Czennie.” Sungchan said. “Please call her by her name. She is very sensitive and you don’t want a tantrum.”

“Czennie?! Our names kinda sound the same.” Zennie said, surprised at the similarities. She’d never met anyone with her name, let alone even anything that sounded remotely similar.

Sungchan gave a warm smile and stepped closer to Zennie. “Let’s make sure everything is working correctly.”

“Oh, right!” Zennie pulled everything out of the backpack. She turned on the phone and looked at Sungchan, her eyes communicating her confusion. Sungchan understood and pulled out his phone. It lit up once in front of his face and he said “2020”. Suddenly, Zennie’s phone rang. She gasped when a picture of Sungchan popped up on her screen. Then she picked up one of the earbuds and put it in her ear. There was a click and when Sungchan said “Hello” into his phone, she heard it in her ear.

“But how? We’ve never exchanged any of this information.” Zennie had so many questions and was having a hard time accepting what she was witnessing.

“Zennie.” Sungchan put his hands on both of Zennie’s shoulders. “Read the handbook.”

Zennie let out a nervous chuckle and nodded. “You’re right! I’m so embarrassed by how unprepared I am.”

“It’s okay. Just do it as soon as possible. All of your questions will be answered.” He squeezed her shoulders. “ I have to get back. But I hope to see you around soon.” Sungchan gave a warm smile and finally let go.

Zennie shifted from side to side a bit, not too thrilled at the thought of Sungchan leaving. “You’re leaving already?” She asked.

Sungchan bit his lip and looked at his feet. He then looked up and made eye contact with Zennie. “Do you want me to stay?” He asked in a low voice. Zennie felt electricity flow through her body.

“I- I mean. I’d like it if- if  you stayed a bit longer.” Zennie stammered.  

Sungchan looked at Zennie and then sighed before looking away. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so flirty earlier. I don’t want to give you the wrong idea. I really can’t stay with you.” Sungchan said in a very apologetic tone. He had left shortly after.

-

Now she laid in bed, thinking about her short time spent with the tall and attractive Neo. Well….they were all attractive. She didn’t understand it. She’d also noticed she was the only woman in the entire room when she had met them.

Zennie gasped and put a hand over her mouth. Were they gay? She sat up. A few of them had to be. But Sungchan. Zennie hoped he at least played for her team, too.. Her and Sungchan with one or more other Neos didn’t sound bad at all actually…

Zennie shook her head rapidly to get her mind to focus on what was important. “The handbook.” She said to herself.

-

Half an hour later, she was at the dining table with the handbook. It seemed to be the most important book she would ever own.

The first chapter was about identity and tracking. Then the book continued with Neo Culture Technology philosophy, ground rules, help desk hours, and so much more. The book had everything. Sungchan was right. It answered every single one of her questions.

She grew more fascinated as she turned the pages. There was so much that she didn’t know.

A few of the things she learned were that:

1. The dorms were tied to everything. Instead of giving a phone number or address, people just gave out the number on the front door of their dorm. Phone calls outside of the walls were regular with the slight difference that Czennie couldn’t do it. It’d have to manually be done from the sleek phone.

2. There were no doctors. The “lamp” in everyone’s dorm was indeed an AI model that was everywhere inside the walls. Her name was Czennie and as far as Zennie was concerned, there wasn’t anything she couldn’t do. She could do surgeries and perform check-ups all on her own. There were nurses around but they were actually only present for newborns. The rest of the time, they worked to make sure Czennie was properly functioning.They were also extremely respected inside the walls.

3. Unity seemed to be the common theme. Without it, the entire system would collapse.

4. No jails. People who compromised the safety of the community or the system were to be simply kicked out. Never to return. Zennie took note that this had only happened twice in the history of Neo Culture. 

Zennie sat back in her chair once she’d finished reading. She absolutely should’ve read the handbook before she arrived.

“Incoming call from Sungchan.” Czennie said as the lamp blinked a bright green. According to her handbook, that color meant the call was coming from a Neo. Everyone else was pink. 

“Answer.” Zennie responded, a bit embarrassed at her excitement. She was still excited that Sungchan was interested, despite his refusal to act on it.

“Good Morning.” Sungchan’s voice snaked around the entire room.

I need to change those settings. Zennie thought to herself.

“Good morning.” Zennie responded, feeling as though she were in a different world. The amount of advanced technology surrounding her was indeed overwhelming.

“I wanted to talk to you about last night..” Sungchan started. “I- uh. I want you to understand why I decided against staying with you when you asked.”

“Please do.” Zennie said in a soft voice.

“So you see, all of the Neos. We have rules.” Sungchan started.

“I know. I read it in the handbook.” Zennie said matter of factly.

“No.” Sungchan gave a chuckle on the other end. Zennie bit her fist, thankful it was a regular call and not video. “We have rules that aren’t known to non-Neos.”

“You guys are such a clique.” Zennie said with a snort. “So let’s hear it.” She added on.

“I can’t tell you all of them but I can tell you one. I can’t fuck you.”

Zennie’s jaw dropped. She didn’t think Sungchan had that word in his vocabulary. Furthermore, she didn’t think any Neo did.

“Zennie?” Sungchan said. “Are you still there?”

“Yes! I am sorry, I zoned out for a second.” Zennie said a bit jolted.

“I’ve heard it’s your signature.” Sungchan said with a hint of amusement in his tone.

“Ha ha ha. So funny.” Zennie said. “So you guys took a vow to celibacy or what?”

“Oh no. I couldn’t survive without sex. I just can’t do it with you…” Sungchan trailed off.

Zennie sat in silence for a few seconds before speaking. “Why?” She said, feeling a bit uneasy. What kind of reason could they possibly have for such a weird rule? All of the Neos abstaining from sex made more sense than excluding only one person.

“I- I can’t tell you.” Sungchan replied softly.

Alright then. Zennie thought to herself.

“Okay, it’s fine.” Zennie heard herself say. “Can you at least hang out with me? I don’t have any friends..”

Sungchan made a sound indicating his surprise. “Zennie! I- I’m so sorry. I want you to see me as your friend. Of course we can hang out. Actually, can we talk in person?” He asked in a concerned tone.

Zennie became confused but she figured she'd get him to change his mind with some… encouragement.

“Of course! Can you come over?” She asked him. Testing to see if he would fall for it.

Sungchan was silent for a moment. “Yes. I can come over.”

Success.

“Okay. So I’ll see you in a little bit?” Zennie asked, trying her best to be normal.

“Yeah I’ll be over in about thirty minutes.” Sungchan said and Zennie immediately stood to walk over to the shower. Arguably the best room in the entire dorm.

“Okay, see ya! Bye!” And with that, Czennie ended the call for Zennie.

Zennie looked in the mirror and touched her hair. “You did well but I want you up tonight” She said as she undressed and put on a shower cap so she wouldn’t have to spend extra time drying her hair.

The shower was a long one and Zennie made sure to use her favorite body wash. Once she was out and fully moisturized, she combed out her hair and pulled all of it into a poofy ball at the top of her head. She then grabbed her old toothbrush and dipped in some gel and swooped her baby hairs on both sides of her hairline.

“You have a visitor, Zennie.” Czennie said as soon as Zennie finished her hair. “It is Sungchan. His heart rate is accelerated. It appears this may be an urgent meeting.”

Zennie stifled her laughter. “Let him in.” She told Czennie, fully aware that she was still in a towel.

She heard the door slide open and heard Sungchan call out for her.

Zennie walked to the living room and Sungchan scoffed and turned his head to the side as soon as he saw her. His arms folding together and his tongue poking through his cheek. He finally smirked and took a seat on the couch.

“Oh, Zennie..” He started. “Please put on some clothes. I came so we could talk.”

“But we can still talk.” Zennie said, choosing to continue her game. She sat right next to Sungchan and placed her hands on her thighs.

“Zennie.” Sungchan sighed. “Please.”

“Czennie already told me you were nervous, by the way.” Zennie said. “Is it because you believe you lack self control and there is a chance you might potentially break a very important rule?”

“I really can’t focus with you this close to me. Looking the way that you do. Smelling the way that you do...” Sungchan stood up and moved away from Zennie.

Zennie looked at him and sighed. She got up and went to her room. She threw on some sweats and an oversized t-shirt and went back to the living room.

“Are you happy now?” She asked Sungchan, doing a twirl to show off her outfit.

Sungchan smiled and sat on the couch. He patted the spot next to him, summoning Zennie to join him. She simply sighed and sat next to him.

“I know you have questions and I know you’re probably a bit upset.” Sungchan said, his big eyes gleaming against the sunlight. “But please just listen to what I say and be obedient?”

“Sungchan.” Zennie looked at him. “I need you to give me a chance. The rule is unfair and I don’t care about the reason behind it.”

Sungchan was obviously a well mannered and obedient Neo. He was also on the younger side. A hint of shyness surrounded most of his statements and he was very soft spoken. Zennie sensed this during their walk the previous night. He just wasn’t the type to cause any trouble. The conversation was hard for him, because he was not a rule-breaker.

But Zennie was. She believed some rules were unfair and caused more harm than good. Some rules were just meant to be broken.

“If the rule didn’t exist, would you date me?” She asked Sungchan as she rested her cheek on her palm.

“Are you serious?” He looked at her and scoffed.

“Answer the question.” Zennie squinted her eyes.

Sungchan’s face softened more than Zennie thought was physically possible and he said “Yes” with absolute confidence.

“Let’s date in secret.” Zennie suggested with a mischievous smile.

Sungchan gave a hearty laugh and started clapping his hands as if Zennie had just told the joke of the century.

“Taeyong would rip me a new one.” He said, wiping a tear from his eye. 

“Zennie, trust me. You do not want to get involved with any of us. Although we are Neos… We can be a bit..unstable.”

“I don’t like it when people make decisions for me. That should be something that I should decide..” Zennie crossed her arms and laid back on the couch.

“I know how hard it must be for you. But you should allow yourself some more time here before you try to…satisfy your appetite.” Sungchan said stern but still sweet.

Zennie shook her head but accepted defeat. For the day. “Okay. I’ll heed your request, Mr. Bambi.”

Sungchan’s eyes widened. “Bambi?!”

“Yes, you look like a deer. Don’t tell me you’ve never heard that before.” Zennie said, more shocked than he was.

“Okay, while I appreciate the nickname, I don’t need the other Neos getting any ideas.” Sungchan chuckled. “I have to go now.”

Zennie looked at him and pouted. “But I want you to stay with me.”

Sungchan’s eyebrows raised as he made a sympathetic face and he cooed at Zennie. “I know you do and so do I. But I can’t. Go out today and meet more people from the community. But don’t be late for your first day of schedules.”

And with that, he stood up and Zennie just watched in awe as his seemingly endless legs came into view.

“Okay, bye.” She said, not caring that she sounded bratty.

Once at the door, Sungchan looked back at Zennie and sighed. “Hope to see you soon.” He said and then he walked off and continued his day.

Zennie went to her room and unlocked her sleek phone and started a video log. Apparently they were extremely popular. Everyone kept track of their days and emotions with video logs and had the option of confiding in Czennie, as well.

“I have a crush on a Neo but he won’t date me.” She said as she lay in bed and the camera recorded her.

“Welcome to the club.” Czennie replied.

Oh, bitch. Zennie thought to herself. Even the damn AI was obsessed with the Neos?!

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