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THE ENHYPEN HOST || 16
|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS
WARNINGS: foul language, explicit content, group sex, humiliation, sex in public, threesome, foursoome, rough sex, red flags, immoral acts, unprotected sex, morbid jealousy, comedy, parody, possessiveness, violent quarrels, arguments, betrayals, lies, femdom sometimes.
GENRE: +18, reverse harem, comedy, enemy to lovers, friends to lovers
PREVIOUS (FF) CHAPTER:
FIRST CHAPTER:
It's complicated, that's for sure.
I can't tell what's going on either, as I bite her neck, kiss her, and slip my hand between her thighs.
Amanda pushes me, weakly, I pull away.
She lowers her gaze hurt. “S-Stop it, Sunghoon.”
I look at her, seeming not to thinking straight. Right now I can only see her naked body, and although I've fucked Wonyoung so many times…I feel like I haven't had enough yet.
I keep thinking about the fact that while kissing Wonyoung, while holding her, I wanted to have Amanda in my hands.
All of this is absurd, and yet, I move closer to her again and kiss her, I want her lips. So soft, so warm, red as cherries, like her cheeks every time I touch her, every time I brush against her.
She's just beautiful, so what does it matter? She has fucked anyone and it's disgusting, so she really remains just beautiful -- so why can't I stop wanting her?
I'm reminded of that moment when she admitted -- in a way -- that she has feelings for Heeseung.
This is really idiotic, no, she is an idiot.
I lift my serious gaze to her when for the umpteenth time she pulls away from me, although she does so with very little force. “Why Heeseung?” Amanda looks at me surprised, perhaps a little impressed by my bluntness, but does not answer. “He let me fuck you on his shift, you're a toy for his cock. Why Heeseung?”
I speak softly, but not because I'm trying to hide from Wonyoung, more like I feel completely drained, and then…she keeps rejecting me, pushing me away…. Even if she eventually does what I tell her to do, I get the impression that she only does it because it's a work issue.
What if she is really into Heeseung? And why him?
“Should I want you?” Amanda whispers, in a rather shy tone, avoiding my gaze. I walk over to her, annoyed that she won't even look at me. “No, of course not. But Heeseung? Why?” She looks at me, finally, but I feel uncomfortable for the first time. “I don't understand why you should care. It doesn't concern you Sunghoon, I p-can do whatever I want. - He says, walking away and giving me his back. - And anyway, it's not like just because I like…. then things will change. Heeseung teases me, I'm a toy, I know.” She really wants to piss me off, but I'm not in the mood for a fight. “So you admit it? Do you like Heeseung?” “No.” She answers quickly. “You don't admit it?” I feel relieved, but why? Amanda just turns around, smiling sadly at me. “I like to feel like a normal person. Maybe… Heeseung treats me normal.” I laugh, nervous again. “He treats you normally? - I grab her wrist to force her to turn fully toward me, I recognize I was a little rough and she looks at me startled, but I am a tangle of strange emotions and I feel flustered. - Is the normal part where he fucks you with his friend? No, I'm not even his friend.”
What the-what's wrong with her all of a sudden? I release my grip from her wrist, terrified, she… her eyes are filled with tears.
What the fuck is happening to me? Why does my chest hurt? Why the hell should I be sorry, me! She's the stupid one, she's the one who doesn't understand anything, she's the one who… now looks at me with such a tender, hurt expression.
I don't really reason as I take her face and kiss her again. I like to hold her face between my palms, it's like I'm pinning her between my hands, she can't escape, no matter how many times she hits my chest, because in the end she accepts my kisses and returns them.
It drives me crazy that she is crying for someone else while kissing me, yet I can't pull away from her lips, I can't even stop my hands, I want her, now.
When I pull away, confused, her cheeks are still wet but she has stopped crying. I wipe them with the back of my hand before kissing her once more, this time she doesn't even push me.
“I don't understand, I don't understand, r-really.” She whispers, her voice broken, between kisses.
Honestly, I don't understand either. All I know is that she's naked and between her legs she's wet, for me, no matter what she says about Heeseung, it's obvious that she wants me, probably more than she can accept, and that's why I.... never mind that there's Wonyoung I….
I literally take her in my arms, I can't wait. I have to have her now. Lying on the bed, naked and beautiful as she is, I look at her for a few seconds.
“Don't cry in front of me anymore, if you don't cry for me.” I say seriously, before kneeling between her legs.
She backs up on the bed, frightened. “W-What are you going to do?”
I look up annoyed at her, then pull her by her ankles so that she can show me her beautiful, rosy, moist pussy. She cannot struggle, does not have the strength or conviction, so when I rest my meaty lips on her clit, sucking it, she just moans, helpless.
“S-Sunghoon… - She calls out to me, as I recklessly begin to pleasure her, not quite thinking straight. - Y-You… do you want me… cry….for you?” She asks, moaning.
I am confused, stunned by this question, but I have no answer frankly, or rather, I would immediately regret the answer I want to give her so I choose the path of silence. Just use my tongue faster as she gasps under her breath.
“Was it difficult? - I ask her, after I pull away, looking at her, then I slip two fingers into her tight pussy and she clears her eyes, in distress. - Listening to us all this time…” “Y-you too-you just want to fuck, n-no?” I move my hand faster, as she annoyed me again. “What about you? Don't you want that too? - I sneer, irritated. - Stop pretending you don't like it, I see you as you are.” “And you ha-hate it.” She restrains herself, biting those beautiful lips to contain herself.
She is so pretty, although her body is that of a woman. Seeing her in pain because of me, biting her lips to keep from moaning, while I expressionlessly look at her and continue…. well, it made me so hard.
“Yes, it did. - I confirm cold. - I hate it.”
As I continue to move my hand more than my fingers, and her pelvis trembles, I begin to kiss her inner thigh. Even her skin tastes good….
“Sunghoon? - She calls me all at once, Wonyoung, coming out of the bathroom and probably heading for my room, which is empty, though. - Fuck, this idiot… Where are you?!” She shrieks.
I turn to Amanda; her cheeks are so red they look like the color of her lips. She is frightened and dares not breathe a word, but I…. don't know what the fuck is wrong with me today, because I start masturbating her again.
Really, I don't care.
“Don't give us away.” I whisper, looking into her eyes.
She has tears in her eyes, I can't tell if from fear of being found out or because she is enjoying it so much she can't hide it. She has to cover her mouth with both hands as her big frowning eyes continue to rise unnaturally upward; she can't physically hide her gasps completely but there's a good chance Wonyoung won't hear.
She's so obedient and pretty, I really want to fuck her, besides, my dick is practically sticking out of my boxers because of how hard it is, as if it hasn't gone through three rounds already.
Fuck.
“Really? He came out without saying anything?!” Wonyoung rants, in the hallway, but I meanwhile lower myself between Amanda's thighs and start licking her.
She tries to call me on the phone (I can hear the ringtone) but realizes I left the phone in my room and maybe gives up, I hear her walking down the hallway, her step is light and elegant.
In all this I have not lost concentration, at this moment my mind is dedicated only to Amanda's pleasure. It doesn't matter, I can't fuck her right now, but I want her to remember what I'm doing to her, I want her to know that the best, I'm the one.
“S…Sun…g…” She whispers, exhausted, as her body shakes completely from the spasms.
I move my face but my fingers go deep, shaking her from within. I can't help biting my lips as I look at her desperate expression, it's her I want to bite but I start to feel anxious, I've been missing for a while now.
Suddenly Wonyoung tries again to open the Jungwon's room door, which I have obviously locked, while Amanda literally seems to be dying.
Partly out of fear, of course, partly because she is coming on my fingers, she has arched her back and is squeezing her eyes tormented, she must not be making any noise but she is having a deep orgasm, perhaps the very danger has brought her to the peak of her pleasure.
The door is shaken several times, she can't have simply made a mistake again or she would have remembered it. Does she want to enter because suspects something? No, that's impossible. If she wants to enter it is only because she is curious.
Amanda is lying on the bed looking lifeless, strands of hair partially covering her face as she breathes, naked, in front of me. “It's over, isn't it?” She asks me.
You mean to tell me you didn't like it! Liar.
“Wonyoung is about to find out about us - she whispers, but I can still understand her. - The scandal… from the scandal … you will never r-recover.”
Ah, she was talking about this…
“Don't worry about useless things. - I sigh, remaining silent for a few seconds to see if Wonyoung has wandered off. - Just go to the bathroom and lock up. I'm going out now.”
The stupid girl after getting up grabs Jungwon's shirt again, does she.... does she really want to rattle me? Even in such a delicate situation? And why should she make me nervous if she's wearing someone else's clothes when she ends up in anyone's bed anyway?
I don't know, I don't have enough time to rearrange ideas, I simply take the shirt from her hands and throw it on the floor.
“No.”
She looks at me, it's obvious she wants to say something but still she doesn't, simply lowers her gaze and executes.
Good, right? That's exactly what I wanted, yes. I think so as I see her lock herself in the bathroom - and yet I'm not satisfied and the expression with which she left me…. makes me feel nervous.
I know it's not “right” what I'm doing but I mean…. it's not exactly like dating. She's here to fuck and I want to fuck, the fact that I'm a tad fixated on her just depends on the intensity of the desire to fuck her.
I shake my bangs nervously, looking at myself in the mirror on Jungwon's closet.
I know that.... I shouldn't do it to Wonyoung either though... it's never happened. I'm not saying I'm a good person, maybe if I were a normal person and not a celebrity I would be a real bastard cheating, but dating girls in my position is complicated.
Even if they are drop-dead gorgeous, I don't have the time to get to know them. And, according to the logic that I have only and exclusive physical attraction for Amanda, well…. it's just that she's always near me, she lives with me, I see her all the time, and the more I see her the more I think about her.
Stop.
This is bullshit.
She is a fake little girl who thought she was having fun, but no, I won't let her. Just like I won't let her get any closer to Heeseung.
It's not that I want to protect her or anything else…. just that Heeseung is just as dick-motivated as I am, only I don't profess love or talk bullshit. Right?
Right, let's go back that way.
Wonyoung doesn't notice me, because back in my room she started trying to find out my cell phone code. She'll never figure it out, but I want to keep watching her cute, childlike expression as she concentrates on thinking of the most likely number combination.
After a few tens of seconds I sigh, she looks at me surprised but not nervous, on the contrary she laughs.
“Where have you been?” “Don't try to block my phone, I can't remember the other code.” “Then give me your pin.” Wonyoung smiles, annoyed. “Three, zero, one, four, nine, three, eleven, six, eight, four, thirty-five…” She wrinkles her nose adorably. “Are you kidding me?” “Don't cross the line, Wonnie.”
How dare I tell her that?
“I have no problem giving you my code.” She responds offended, throwing my cell phone on the bed. “Neither do I, you wouldn't find anything in it. - I sigh, moving closer to her, who lets herself be held in my arms. - But we don't have to.”
She kisses me first and I kiss her back.
I like Wonyoung because at heart she is independent, yes, but like any other woman she wants to be loved, what she tries to exert on me is an innocent force.
Nevertheless, keeping up with her starts to become less easy, perhaps because I am not myself these days, perhaps because we never see each other enough.
Moreover, she will never be the kind of woman willing to wait for me at home, to take care of our family. She will always be too bright, regardless of whether I shine as much or not.
On the contrary…. no, I am not thinking about anything.
This not thinking about anything, though, makes me nervous, and I kiss her more animatedly, moving to her long, elegant neck and then to her shoulders as I lay her gently on the bed and over her.
I need to cum, I'm going crazy.
Thus begin two more long rounds that see me almost completely defeated, but she is no better off either. Her hair is all disheveled and even her enduring makeup shows signs of failing.
I'm surprised to hear the door open, it's later than I thought. Who the fuck is that?
I throw my sweatshirt at Wonyoung as I walk out of my room and look around. Amanda is still locked.
I'm not really surprised when I see Heeseung looking like he ran all the way here, seeing me in the hallway shirtless, sweaty and tired, walking against me nervously. Shit, this is no time for his bullshit.
“Wonyoung is here.” I tell him, serious. He surprised stops, before hitting me (which he seemed about to do). “What?” “Yes - I look at the door to my room - she's home.” “What about Amanda?!” He asks in a nervous whisper. “I sent her on errands.” “She won't answer me at the phone, where did you send her? What if something happened to her?”
I look at him, I feel like a block of ice, I find his manifestation really pathetic. Wonyoung, my famous girlfriend, she is in our house and this is simply dangerous. But what does he do? He only thinks about Amanda.
“Speak softly.” I answer seriously. “Tell me where she is or I'll think you killed her.” “I'd like to do that just to see your reaction.” I sneer, how annoying…. “I don't care right now. - He admits honestly, it's been a long time since I've seen Heeseung give a look like that. He's worried, really. - You can't just-” “She doesn't answer you because I told her to.”
Why? Why say such a thing now? Why do I feel so bad all of a sudden? I want to hurt him, I want to see the disappointed look on his face, as if I just broke his heart.
Why don't I even feel guilty?
“Really? - He asks, looking me in the eye. He appears obviously nervous but I don't flinch. - To her… Was that okay?” “That's right.”
I do not have time to realize that he has loaded against my abdomen a strong fist, so hard that I stagger and bend over my abdomen. I don't want to let out moans of pain, but I think the blow was felt anyway.
“You piece of…” I cough, the asshole really hurt me. “And what did she say?” “Kiss Sunghoon's ass, I think.” I laugh, getting up and going over to lash him, a fist, in the side. Heeseung bends over, sore. “Now I'm going to kill you.”
At that moment Wonyoung enters the hallway, who cannot have heard, given how we were whispering. She is frightened and worried; she must have sensed the commotion and noise of our moaning and became alarmed.
She is wearing only my sweatshirt, with her legs almost completely uncovered in front of Heeseung, who, however, after looking at her for a few seconds, looks away, fortunately for him.
“I'm g-going away.” Wonyoung pretends to be more shy than she is, re-entering the room to dress, perhaps imagining a fight between the two of us because of her presence here.
I look him in the eye, he does the same, then bites his lip really pissed off and walks past me, slamming his shoulder against me.
Did he really decide not to say anything to Wonyoung? He could very well have exposed me, created a mess, just for the sake of making trouble for me. Instead he doesn't, and? This just to protect her? After telling him that she ignores him to please me?
I'm going fucking crazy.
I go back to the room.
Wonyoung is almost ready, chatting perhaps with her driver for him to pick her up. I reassure her about the fight with Heeseung, but several minutes pass, surely too many before the driver arrives because someone else is going home.
Just then Wonyoung's driver seems to have arrived as well, so she gets ready to leave but I alarmed that she might see, I don't know, Jungwon coming back into the room and find his unknowingly door locked, I have to leave first.
I calm the girl down and go out, and just as it was supposed to go, since today is definitely NOT my day, there he is, smilingly returning the good maknae leader.
“What a pale face. Nice pecs.” He exclaims happily, walking toward his room. I stand in front, looking at him seriously. “Don't go in just yet. There's Wonyoung, wait.... in Jay's room, I-I'll explain later.” “You stutter? Uh, then it's serious.” He chuckles happily. “Will you?” “Who knows.” He laughs.
