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lord. this is perfect ughhhh.

18+ only. / jake makes you ride his fingers 

“why not? it’s not like you haven’t taken something bigger, right?” your face is red hot as you look down at your feet, avoiding his eyes as he attempts to lean his body to the side to look up at you. that perfect grin is plastered all over him and it makes you squirm at his gentle teasing. 

you’re not doing this. it took you weeks for jake to convince you to ride him. there was something so vulnerable about inching yourself down his length and being in control of the pleasure. jake on the other hand, enjoyed seeing it a bit too much.

“hmm? what do you say?” he leans in to kiss your lips, taking his time to help warm you up. 

this convincing thing that jake always does, well he’s far too good at it. with his hands caressing every part of your body, running it along the sides of your hips to your lower back, you found it easy to unravel under his touch. 

he kisses you for a long time, so long you’re moaning inside his mouth before you even realize it. it feels good to be with jake, it feels good to do whatever it is he wants. 

his hands slowly linger towards your inner thighs, gripping any skin that he can to fondle you further, and you naturally open your legs to let him caress you. you gasp at his soft touches, the sensitivity turning you on by the second. 

not longer after, you position yourself to climb over jake, whining at how his fingers were just barely grazing the cloth of your drenched panties. you knew he wasn’t gonna touch you there until you got on top of it yourself, and the realization made you squirm. 

he stabilizes his hand right beneath you, and you start grinding on the pads of his finger tips.  

“j-jake, it feels, feels good like this.” you gasp all in one breath, grinding against him ever so slowly. your clit is pulsating over his mere finger tips, but it presses so firmly that you think you could cum if you were to keep going. 

“you gotta put it in too baby, want you to feel all of it.” jake says in between making out with your neck, small pecks being sprinkled every so often. 

you whine at his suggestion, and he runs his other hand to the back of your thighs, before hooking his fingers to pull your panties down to your knees, not bothering to pull them all the way off. 

he rests his hand flat, only sticking up his middle finger and it makes you blush profusely. there was something so submissive about riding a single finger, having him witness all of it with his clothes still on.

you run your folds along him, moaning at the skin to skin contact. rocking on your knees back and forth, the tip of his finger collects your slick.

jake brings his other hand to grip your waist, his hold more firm than you expected and you know he wants it in more than you do at this point. he guides your body to lower yourself down his finger, and you both moan together as you sink yourself around him. 

you sit on his palm for a few seconds, whining into his ear at how good this feels. his fingers are long, and hard. more than anything your own could ever do.

“ride it however you want now, _____. i can help you if you get too tired.” you nod at his reassurance, bringing yourself up, lowering down again and keeping a steady pace that makes you cry into his shoulder. bouncing on his singular finger felt good but you knew it wasn’t enough to get you to cum, and he brings his ring finger up to slide right into you. 

it was perfect like this now. you bring your arms to wrap around his shoulders, stabilizing yourself to continue riding him. his knuckles were wider than the rest of his finger, and your hot slick leaked out every time your walls clenched around them. it’s so sticky down there, the squishing against his palm echoing every time you slam down. your whimpers and his heavy breathing joined alongside the messy noises, and it was the most vulgar thing you’ve ever heard.

jake works his lips all over your shoulders and neck, his chest rising against your own. he likes this doesn’t he? is this what he wanted? what was the good in watching his girl fucking herself on his fingers when he’s not being touched at all?

you pull your face up to watch his expressions, and he was gorgeous in his daze. the small corner of his lips rise as he realizes you’re staring at him, and it makes you lean in to kiss his lips deeply. he was such a perfect guy, the intimacy always feeling right with him. 

he begins to thrust his fingers up every time you slam down, making the pleasure grow even further. you’re moaning nonsense into his mouth, and he answers with “mmhmm”s and “i know”s in response. 

riding jake’s fingers makes you feel good after all. there was no longer any humiliation as the only thing your mind could focus on was getting closer and closer and kissing the handsome man in front of you. the handsome man that was smiling into your kiss as if there was anything amusing about this. 

“so close jake, -m so close.” you pull away to lean your forehead against his, closing your eyes as the orgasm starts building with every bounce on his fingers. 

“yeah you got it baby, cum for me, i know you want to,” his other hand runs itself all over your body, bringing you a comfort as you work yourself up and down a few more times before you cum all along his fingers. 

he groans as you do, fucking his hand hard against your cunt as you come undone, forcing your orgasm out longer than if you were to just have ridden it yourself. he keeps thrusting into you even after you tell him it’s all too much, because he knows you can take a few fingers. 

“j-jake, please,” you’re both out of breath as he slows down, finally steadying his palm to let you ride out the last of your high before you collapse entirely on top of him, fingers still deep inside you. 

he plays with your hair, and kisses the sides of your face as you catch your breath. his body is warm under yours, his firm muscles stabilizing your soft one. 

jake is gentle and patient, as teasing as he is, he warms you up so well when introducing you to new things that it all feels easy to explore your body with him. from the first kiss to your first time, to this. being in jake’s embrace even with his fingers deep inside you put you at ease, so at ease that he doesn’t wake you when you slowly fall asleep on his chest. soft pecks on your shoulders as he rubs your back up and down, until his eyes close too. 

🕺🏻ENHYPEN NSFW LINKS 🕺🏻 mlist

🕺🏻HEESEUNG

Him recording a video of you jumping on his cock

Him fucking you while you are playing a video game

"Sit on the chair and open your legs wide"

🕺🏻SUNGHOON

You sending Sunghoon this video while he is with the members

He fills up your cunt with his cum

"get on your fours"

🕺🏻JAY

Jay sucking you clit while you are caressing his hair

Needy Y/N forces stepbrother!Jay to fuck her

Him stroking your clit and massaging your boobs

🕺🏻 JAKE

Car sex with Jake

Experienced!Jake fucks Virgin!Yn

He fuckes you when you are on top of him

A/n: Tried to do something new 😔 hope you all will like this. I wanna show that human who called me close minded that I am not that much close minded. This is my first time doing NSFW links so I apologise for any mistakes. MASTERLIST

✮ ENHYPEN NSFW LINKS

✮ HEESEUNG

Heeseung hand fucking you after you disobeyed him by wearing a short skirt on an outing with your male friend

HEESEUNG fucking you roughly after coming back from a stressful day at work

You sending a dirty pic of yours to Heeseung in a meeting and him getting hard in his pants

✮ JAY

You giving Jay a blow Job

When you were secretly having a masturbation session yourself but Jay finds out

Jay didn't know what giving you a towel in the bathroom will lead to

✮ SUNGHOON

When he is jealous after he saw you laughing with his friends

What your pussy would look like after a lazy sex sessions with Hoon

What once a week sex session with Hoon before going to bed would look like

✮ Jake

Jake recording you giving him a blow job so that he can watch it on loops when he is on world tours

What you sent Jake while he was on a world tour

Jake recording a video of you masturbating to tease you later with

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"She is your host, she will help you keep your house in order, she will take care of you in every aspect. - President Jiwon explains, looking at the boys in front of him. - You will take turns and since there is no extra room, Amanda will take turns sleeping in everyone's room. It is not necessary for you to have sexual relations but you are still entitled to this opportunity."

The way he speaks is honest but elegant, he explained almost everything with that nonchalance, as if it were business stuff - and indeed it is.

"What's going on?" Sunghoon asks incredulously, interrupting his superior, and noticing how the others in the band are looking at him as well, recomposes himself.

"I said she will help you with the house, but in a limited way. It is still your responsibility to take care of it 99%. - He resumes his speech, the man, with an annoyed expression. - You will have to cooperate and consider your guest a collaborator. Don't create problems and everything will be fine!" He finally exults, beaming.

"Mr. Park..." Tries to open his mouth Jake, shocked, unable to say anything else.

"Any non-consensual act will be severely punished, every week we will come for a psychological and physical checkup of the guest."

I keep my gaze down, am bitter, feel miserable, and sincerely fear whatever they are thinking of me. A rejection would be the least degrading thing, to be honest, but by now I have introduced myself, and as much as I am already regretting it, I can only face it.

"Amanda?" Tries to pronounce, almost tenderly, Heeseung, which manages to melt my embarrassment for a second so that I lift my gaze. I meet his eyes, my god, he's too close, too handsome.

"Nice to ... meet all of you!" I say, shakily, bending as far as I can to make a formal korean bow.

"Nice to meet you." Sighs Jay, I recognize his voice even without looking at him.

"So..." Sunoo sounds amused.

"Is she a prostitute? Did you at least give her medical exams?" Sunghoon blurts out surprised.

"You will stay at the seventh day. All agreed?" Jiwon, the CEO, instantly admonishes him, hitting the boy on the back of the head.

"Yes." They repeat in chorus, the others.

Yes, of course they did them to me, dear Sunghoon, but not because I am a prostitute! Embarrassment fades in earnest when I hear them say these things, maybe I prostrated myself too much - after all, I don't owe them a damn thing, they're the ones who should be thanking me, since they're going to use me. No?

"Amanda... - He repeats, with perfect pronunciation Jake. - Are you Spanish?"

"Italian..." I nod, not quite sure why.

"Ronaldo!" Jungwon exclaims laughing, advancing toward me.

"Ronaldo is portuguese.. Everyone knows that." Says Heeseung.

The situation is all too normal, how come? I almost feel at ease - I shouldn't, should I? I look around, avoiding their stares, not quite sure what to say or how to approach, but in a little while the CEO will be leaving.

"Did you bring everything?" Jay asks, very nonchalantly, as if we know each other, taking the trolley out of my hands gallantly.

I stand staring at him paralyzed, he is simply magnificent up close, I seem to be blushing all too noticeably. "No...leave it, I'll do it."

"You sleep in my room tonight." He surprises me, after firmly closing his hand around the doorknob.

"Intrepid! - Jiwon exclaims enthusiastically, patting Jay on the shoulder. - I'll leave it in good hands, if necessary you can decide to vote not to entrust the host to someone, like in reality TV, but don't take it too personally, okay? The important thing is not to make trouble."

He leaves leaving them with the words "treat her well, treat her respectfully." He repeated this several times, this made me feel a little safe, perhaps because inside I am a die-hard fan, and apart from Sunghoon, they all gave me a good impression.

There's something genuinely in their eyes that makes me feel at ease, plus, following Jay to his room, under the gaze of everyone still not realizing what's going on and mumbling, whispering to each other, makes me feel quite special.

"Do you realize what you've gotten yourself into?!" Jay asks, even before formally introducing himself. He has closed the door behind him and glares at me.

"It's not like I could do otherwise..." I explain, somewhat.

"Anything else would have been better, those are animals!"

"There's nothing improper about consensual sex." I sigh, trying to stick to my choice, even though I now feel judged and ashamed.

"It was obvious that you were okay with it, since you're here. - He says, his voice suddenly exuding a certain distrust, a revulsion. - I'm just looking out for you, and for the band."

"You don't even know me - I say, my eyes downcast, - you don't have to worry about me."

"I'm not worrying about you but about your safety. You have no idea what they will do to you."

"You talk as if they were monsters..."

"They are males, aren't they?"

Right, he's aware of that too.

"What about you?"

He seems surprised at my answer, maybe even impressed, as his expression suddenly softens.

"So am I, isn't it obvious?" He then says, brusque again.

Now that surprise is me. "It's not all rotten."

He stiffens, looks away. "Can't you sever the contract? Have you already signed?"

"Yeah, I've already resigned anyway. After this assignment I'll leave Korea and also leave this adventure behind, assuming I'm still alive."

"But don't you have parents? What will they think if something like this comes out?"

"Mr. Park says nothing has ever leaked out, and almost all the bands have guests. That should be fine."

"Were you doing this job before?"

I look at him and am offended, but maybe I shouldn't be. The reason I'm here certainly can raise similar doubts, only said this way it's certainly more tolerable.

"No, I am not a prostitute. I violated Hybe's copyright clause and have no family members who can help me raise that kind of money, and I checked, no bank is willing to give me such a loan. I had no choice, really."

Jay rubs his face wearily. "I'll make room in the closet for you, keep your things here."

Sighing relieved, the talk is shelved for the moment. "I thought certain decisions were made by the leader." I joke, approaching him who has begun to haphazardly gather his stuff to throw it somewhere else.

I stay staring at him, he is really beautiful - he notices, he doesn't seem bothered, he must be used to it. "The leader, when the lights are out, is me." He says this in a serious voice, he doesn't seem to be joking.

As he activates my feminine senses, he turns off the fan in me a bit, for some reason.

"Amanda, huh?" He pronounces too, fairly correctly, if not for the american cadence.

"You say that right." I reply in a gentle voice, and this time he's the one looking at me, though I'm not sure why.

"Are you a fan?"

"Actually yes...but I wouldn't want you to think that's why I agreed. It's more the fear of Hybe's lawyers than the beauty of Enyphen, and anyway, I don't like korean men. You guys are beautiful just to look at."

"Then you shouldn't be so quiet."

"However - I continue, amused, - they fuck well. Too bad you guys have closed minds."

"I am not completely korean." He reminds me.

I shift my pupils to him, then laugh nervously, I know perfectly well that he is not. "And do you have an open mind?"

He doesn't answer right away; he stays staring at me, which makes me nervous. "Who knows."

He's acting tough, and maybe he really is, maybe he was serious about the leader thing, but he seems to be a good person, and it's strange that he gives me such a strong impression after such a short time.

"What are you doing? Have you started yet?" He suddenly opens the door, Heeseung.

"Knock, asshole." The owner of the room tackles him.

I feel the older man's eyes on me, it's strange, they are piercing, yet he has an innocuous face. "Aren't we going to make introductions?"

"We're coming."

"Why does she put things down at your place?"

An awkward silence envelops us, for several seconds, then Heeseung chuckles, dampening the atmosphere.

"Okay, anyway, there's space at my place too, if I need to bring more stuff."

"How generous." Jay comments, waving me out, politely first.

I thank him with a nod, then walk past Heeseung who doesn't seem at all perturbed by my proximity; who knows, maybe he doesn't think I'm a pest.

After all, it would also be advantageous, if they are the ones who don't want to have relations with me I can't really do anything about it, I would have tried what I could anyway, and Jiwon should recognize that.

However, not because of any particular self-esteem as much as because I have a definite idea about men in general, I don't expect anything like that, realistically.

In the living room, still talking confusedly to each other, Enhypen are interrupted by my arrival. I feel like when I changed schools as a child and was introduced in front of the whole class on the first day.

"How old are you?" He immediately breaks the silence, Sunoo, watching me with his arms crossed.

"Twenty-three."

"Were you born in 2001?" Heeseung then asks.

"Yes."

Jake rests a hand on his hip. "How did you end up here?"

So I told them the matter, in detail, and at the end, the quietest of them all - Niki, who for some reason keeps to himself in silence - had brought beers, and we sat down, some on the couch (Jay, Jake and I), some on the floor (Niki, Heeseung, Sunoo and Sunghoon), some in the chair (Jungwon).

They asked me a lot of superficial questions, no one went into the substance of the talk, and we simply went over important memories of their journey as a band, infoing the confused fan me.

"What do your folks think?" Sunghoon asks, smiling at me, all of a sudden.

"They're dead." I answer, taking a long sip of beer.

I leave them all stunned, and rather pleased. My parents are not dead, as if they were, but I just wanted to shush Sunghoon who interacted with me only to put me on the spot.

"Excuse him, he's an asshole. He was born that way." He rubs his face, genuinely annoyed.

I pat him on the back, cheerfully.

Sunoo bursts out laughing, Jake and Jungwon follow with some embarrassment, perhaps uncomfortable with the joke. "Are you sure it's okay?" Jake asks again.

Sunghoon runs a hand through his hair, messing it up nervously. "Shit, it's not like you have to woo her. She signed a contract giving you the green light, you could fuck her here too, what's all this?"

How irritating this Sunghoon, and to say I liked him so much before. He seemed a bit mounted, it's true, but I didn't think he was such a bastard - although he may be the only one acting normal in this situation.

"Are you kidding about these things?" Jungwon asks, intimidated.

I look at him, he's quite cute, has cute dimples, too cute. I want to bite him. "There are few things I don't joke about."

"We needed a breath of fresh air in this house." Sunoo smiles smugly.

"Should we arrange shifts?" Heeseung asks very nonchalantly.

Everyone turns to him, he is the one who has uncovered the much-feared Pandora's box.

"We should, yes." Jungwon nods, briefly lifting his gaze to me, then lowering it again.

"What should we know? What don't you like?" The oldest of the band, Heeseung, asks again.

"Amanda, you won't be offended if I don't make my room available, will you? - He turns to me, Sunoo, still smiling, as if to tell me something. - I don't like to share my space, and my room is my kingdom, the only one I can have in this fucking house."

"I should... thank you, I guess." I sigh, embarrassed.

"Sunoo has someone, I have someone, too. It would be disrespectful..." Jungwon also sighs..

"So... That leaves me, Jake, and Jay?" Heeseung says.

"You don't consider me? You offend me." Replies Sunghoon, who didn't leave, just stood up.

"Come on, you don't even like her. You'd only bother her, you're also engaged." Puffs Jay, tired of his tantrums.

The peer, Sunghoon, twists his lips. "If she's here that means it's safe to fuck her, why shouldn't I? And anyway with my time I do what I want."

"Why do you talk like that?" Apparently sorry question, Jake.

Great, so he's going to keep breaking it, and I can't tell if I'm titillated by it, even, stomping on the wreckage of my feminist ideals being shattered by a moon too much like a pakistan artist never even seen, at least before the news.

"Actually...I'd be there, too." Says a deep voice, catching everyone's attention.

Jake thins his gaze. "You? What are you supposed to do with a girl?"

The youngest of them all, Niki, shifts his gaze annoyed. "Like Sunghoon, I am also entitled to my turn. It doesn't concern you what I'll do with it, that's for sure."

He keeps quiet, the young man, but when he opens his mouth he puts everyone on notice. Still, I get the impression that there's bad blood between these two, and I'd also be curious to know why.

We order takeout. I feel like a princess, I can order anything I want to drink and eat, also because from tomorrow I will have to stick to their food regimen, I certainly don't want to cook.

"You foreigners are curvy, huh?" Heeseung asks me as I finish my third can. These beers are strong.

"You can leave it if you don't like it!" I suggest warmly, a little drunk, though deep down I hope he doesn't; he is certainly among my favorites.

Yet I don't quite frame him, he looks innocent, he has the kind look on his face, but then he's the one who cares most about remembering what I came in here to do. Will he be a horny fool?

"It's not that I don't like it, it's just different."

"In Italy I'd be skinny, anyway." I say brightly.

Heeseung smiles, amused. "Oh yeah? And fat people are curvy?"

"You really want to do badishshaneing," I don't know why I just pronounced the word bodyshaming like that, but so be it.

"That's cute when you're drunk. - He says, moving closer to my face, and it's the first real almost romantic interaction so close to my face. - Remember though, you live with seven guys who haven't been able to express their sexuality normally for years, so, you do the math."

I nudge him amicably, with a confidence we certainly don't have, but I blame the alcohol. "If you do anything wrong I will tell Jiwon right away!"

"Are you friends that you call him by his first name?"

The conversation with him is so smooth that we keep joking, until the take-out food arrives. We sit at the table, I end up quite far from Heeseung, unfortunately, given the pleasant conversation, but in the meantime armed with pen and paper, during the meal, we start making notes on how to organize ourselves from now on.

Day 1

Jay, on his day I will be tidying up three of the seven bedrooms, making the beds and cleaning superficially, deep cleaning is still their problem.

Day 2

Jake, I will take care of the remaining four rooms.

Day 3

Heeseung, his is bathroom day, there are three in the house, but I will only take care of the main one, which is not inside the boys' rooms.

They all do that, once a week.

Day 4

Niki, general cleaning day. I will help around the house and cook, if necessary and if I feel like it.

Day 5

Sunghoon, although he was actually supposed to take some penalty that everyone forgot about, will be the day off from cleaning.

The days will repeat, and this way I will not disturb either Sunoo or Jungwon, who have politely pulled out. Sunoo said I can sleep over if I warn him, but even if I don't want to be with the others I can join him in the middle of the night.

"You know I'm not a problem for you, right?" Sunoo asks me, laughing with amusement.

I smile too, he is really handsome up close. "I suspected as much."

"I never tried to hide it..."

He is speaking veiledly, I am proud that I can communicate so naturally, in korean but especially with Kim Sunwoo. But why is he saying this to me? Does he trust me?

Even after eating, though very little compared to usual, the effect of the alcohol has not subsided, and the fact that they ordered soju does not improve the situation; in fact, it all starts to take a strange turn.

"Should we put on music? We are celebrating, after all." Proposes Sunoo, who continues to speak mischievously, or so it seems.

"We won't eat this stuff anymore." Heeseung comments bitterly.

"We should mark a list of things you don't like, so there won't be any problems while shopping." Jake explains, turning a thoughtful look to me.

I smile, am amused, this all seems absurd to me, plus they are far too kind. I have to say, though, that standing inches from Jake's perfect face is quite a generous reward. "I don't know korean food very well, but I eat everything in general..."

"It shows." Sunghoon comments.

Now I'm going to step on him, is that what he wants? I get up from the table noisily and point at him, menacingly, though everyone can see how I stagger.

"Are you done busting my balls?" I blurt, but judging by the way everyone stares at me, I must look really stupid.

"I haven't even started."

Jake sighs annoyed. "Sunghoon should have the tenth turn." He proposes, turning to Jay.

Maybe it is true that he is the leader in here. And it's strange to realize that.

"Yes, let's do that."

"So you prevent me from expressing myself, that's censorship."

"Nobody wants you to express yourself." Jungwon chuckles.

When the evening finally comes to an end, Jay, before escorting me back to my room, magnetically hangs the roster sheet on the huge fridge in their large kitchen. I wave to the rest of the members, now I guess I will have to fulfill my duties, but nevertheless, I think Jay will not ask me anything like that for the time being.

"How did you find yourself?" He asks me, closing the door.

Still being strongly tipsy, I smile naively. "They are polite animals, I think. Except for Sunghoon."

While I'm still talking, however, Jay lifts his wide sweatshirt, revealing his dry but well-trained chest, his broad shoulders, his beautiful arms perfectly outlined by muscles, and I can't help but continue watching such a spectacle.

"Shall I prepare things for you to take a bath?"

"A-Ah... - I realize that I stood as if dumbfounded before him - thank you! I can do it myself if you tell me what..."

"I'll take care of it." Sigh.

"You.... are definitely the more polite one."

"Don't get your hopes up, about me. I'm the same as everyone else."

"A good person would say exactly that."

I'm a flood of positive vibes, feeling really good, and I know it's partly due to the alcohol but I really felt good today. I should tell Ester all about it.

Jay approaches me as I sit on his bed, looking down at me with his eyes less kind, with the corners of his mouth lifting in a way that is anything but friendly. What, is he trying to scare me now? I don't think so.

"Are you in the habit of drawing your opinion from first impressions?" He asks me, his voice really warm, I feel like I can touch his vocal cords with my ears.

"No... it's just that..."

"You sound naive, though you desperately try to hide it."

"But..."

"And tell me, Amanda, what do you think will happen tonight?"

Silence, an honest silence accompanies his question.

"Why do you think I led the way into my room? - He still smiling, I stop, though. - You have more value when you haven't been touched yet, right?"

"D-Do I look like...a virgin?" I mumble, genuinely embarrassed and deeply offended, even stuttering.

"You've never been touched by them. You know... I believe that the method you told us about tonight can work well in bands where there is no deep-seated resentment among the members as a base."

"I-I don't understand what you're getting at." I did it again.

"I'll have you first, don't get me wrong, but - he tells me, so quiet, as he strokes my cheek and his hand is beautiful, elegant, warm. - I worked hard."

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THE ENHYPEN HOST || Trailer

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS

I had prepared this trailer in my native language, but unfortunately it doesn't work very much since they prefer to read BL however I worked a lot on it, almost eight hours, I will try to republish it in english even though I know my english is really bad, thanks anyway if anyone will watch it!

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b.n.d. ugh👙 - sim jaeyun

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡𐙚 summary: Your neighbor who is still kind of new isn't so subtle about his glancing. He's attractive but he's a creep. Jake won't give up until you want him, good thing you don't want him... right?

pair: neighbor!jake x neighbor!femalereader

warnings: cursing, creepy/perv jake? (not a stalker just has a massive crush) smut, + more coming

★ starring: twices' Sana, staycs' Isa, newjeans' Hanni, lesserafims' Yunjin + more

series: 80’s love

"Are your eyes gonna fall out sim?" You yell out not even bothering to look behind you. You know the boy has been staring out of his window even before your friends got here. Your friends just laugh as you just continue to look at your magazine mostly unphased but a little annoyed.

Turning your head still sitting in your chair you see Jake walking away from his window. You huff looking back at the paper staring at it blankly before slamming the magazine shut.

“Your little boyfriend looked like he was going to rip our eyes out for looking at you in a bathing suit.” Sana laughs picking up a grape and popping it in her mouth. You roll your eyes shaking your head. “Don’t pay attention to Jake Sim he can’t keep his eyes to himself.” Hanni informs the girls.

“Yeah literally, you know how our bedroom windows are right across from each other?” mhm your friends say in unison “Well he and his friends were literally looking out of his window into mine while I was changing out of my gym clothes.” your friends collectively throw out some oh hell no and ouuu’s after you finish your sentence.

ring ring…. ring ring… ugh are my parents seriously calling again? you think to yourself jogging inside to pick up the phone. Isa turns up the music outside as Yunjin throws herself in the pool and Sana paints her toenails with Hanni.

What you don’t know is that Jake is watching your every move, biting his lip as your ass recoils while you jog inside.

“Hello?” you speak into the house phone. “Hey” wait no… this better not fucking be “Jake Sim? How did you get my number?” he just laughs playing with his phone cord.

“You know you’re such a fucking weirdo Jake. You don’t even hide how desperate you are.” you tell him trying to sound calm but inside you’re fuming. “Who said I was trying to hide it? Oh, and can you wear this bathing suit again? It makes your ass look really good. The one you wore yesterday covered too much” your jaw drops and before you can reply the line beeps letting you know that the brat hung up.

Slamming the phone back on the rack you walk outside, and all attention is turned to you. “Who was it? Why is your face red” Yunjin questions you popping her head out from the pool, goggles clinging to her wet hair. “It was nothing come on let's see who can swim the fastest” you quickly reply.

ugh Jake Sim is gonna be the death of you…

jazi’s note: hey guys so this teaser isn’t the best either but i hope it gets you excited for me to release this one-shot too!! reblogs, comments, and likes are very appreciated!!

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𝔖𝔞𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔢𝔡 | 𝔗𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢

A/N: Tada ✨ Chapter three is done! Coincidentally the longest chapter written in the shortest time. I really like this one, and I hope you guys will too <3

Shoutout to Rose for all her help and feedback, and for encouraging me when I'm stuck. Love you bae x

Synopsis: After another failed escape attempt, it seems like you're not going anywhere any time soon. You're still not willing to give up, but at the same time... something is changing...

Warnings: swearing, mild violence, angst (mentions of death), smut (implied noncon [in a dream], virgin!reader,loss of virginity, unprotected sex [my bad guys, don't do it], cumming inside)

Part one / Part two / Part three

The last bit of sealant falls away from the window and you don’t even have time to celebrate. You drop the mirror shard, gripping the top of the window and pushing it up. The sound of it opening and the waft of fresh air that follows makes you want to cry with relief. You swing one leg over the sill.

Then you hear the door lock click and that relief comes crashing down in a wave of oh shit.

You hesitate– eyes flickering to the door, then back to the window. You duck your head and manoeuvre yourself through. The door opens and someone steps into the room just as you fall out onto the balcony. You scramble to your feet and run for the railing, looking over the side.

“Y/N!” an angry male voice calls after you.

A thirteen foot drop, maybe? It can’t do too much damage…

With no time to consider anything else, you scramble over the railing and let yourself drop to the ground.

“Y/N– Fuck!”

For a split second, you feel weightless– but also like your stomach is going to come flying up your throat.

You land on the grass with a thud, and pain shoots up your ankle. You let out a hiss. You hear rustling, and the clanging of metal against metal, and you know he’s coming after you.

You get to your feet and the pain flares. You grit your teeth and ignore it, stumbling forward. You try to run, but as soon as you put your injured foot forward, you crumble, falling back down.

You hear him land just behind you and you start to panic. You begin crawling forward, determined to get away no matter what it takes.

You feel fingers wrap around your ankle before you’re dragged backward. You scream, thrashing and attempting to escape his hold but he pulls you back, forcing you onto your back and crouching down to look at you.

“Where do you think you’re going, angel?”

You kick out at him and try to wriggle backwards. He kneels and draws you closer, wrapping your legs around his waist and keeping them there with an iron grip. You yell again, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“You never listen, do you?” The man leans closer, hovering over you. “What did Heeseung say, hm? If you tried to run away again, you’d face the consequences.”

Like that was going to stop me, you think venomously. But you can’t get the words out, your chest is too tight.

The man cocks his head. “Look at you falling apart… and we haven’t even done anything yet,” he muses, mostly to himself. He goes quiet for a moment, looking at you as you glare up at him, chest heaving. “I guess telling you wasn’t enough, huh, angel? Alright… Let me show you then.”

 He releases his bruising grip on your legs and hauls you up by your arms. You keep tugging against him, but he doesn’t let go. He gives your arm a tight squeeze.

“Stop making this harder than it needs to be, Y/N.”

“And who the fuck are you?” you spit. Not that you care.

He looks down at you, black bangs falling into his dark brown eyes. You see a small mole on the side of his nose, a slight imperfection that somehow makes him look more perfect. “I’ll tell you who the fuck I am, angel,” he says calmly.  “I’m the man who will have you begging and crying underneath me while I take what’s mine... But by all means, call me Sunghoon.” He stares down at you, watching as his words sink in.

You stare up at him, eyes wide, any protests dying on your tongue.

“That’s what I thought. Now come on.”

Sunghoon leads you back into the house via the back door. ­­­Through the kitchen, through the living room. There’s no-one else around and it’s strangely quiet. Then again, you guess it’s not that strange. This house is always still, and when you’re not face to face with one of the men, it feels like you’re the only living thing in this place.

You go up the stairs. But instead of taking you back to your room, Sunghoon stops outside a room two doors down.

“Let’s see if this changes your mind,” he says. He opens the door and it swings open slowly. It’s dark inside, and you can’t see much besides the silhouettes of some furniture. Sunghoon lets go of your arm and gestures inside. “Go on.”

You look up at him, then into the room. You hesitate, feeling nervous all of a sudden.

“Come on, angel. Don’t be scared now,” he presses with a smirk.

You grit your teeth. He’s got a point. Fear hasn’t stopped you before, why start now?

You step through the doorway and take a few tentative steps into the room. You feel a buzz under your skin, barely noticeable, but there. You swallow, fingers curling and uncurling by your sides, feeling restless.

Now that you’re inside, things become a little clearer. Everything in the room is either dark or silver. You make out a king four-poster bed made of black metal, with black bedding and a sheer black canopy over top to match. There’s a solid timber dresser with a lamp on top. Burned down candles are arranged meticulously around the room. Then, as your eyes adjust, they pick out the concerning details. Like the handcuffs attached to the bed. The bar bolted to the wall. The sofa, the weird-shaped… chair?

Oh god. This is how they punish the girls?

You stumble backwards, in a hurry to get out of the room. Sunghoon laughs from behind you, where he’s leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

“What’s wrong, angel? You don’t like it?”

“What kind of sick shit is this?” you say, eyes wide with horror.

“Sick?” He cocks a sculpted brow. “And here we always thought it was fun.” His lips twist into an amused smile.

You slowly put one foot behind the other, backing away. “Stay the fuck away from me.”

“No can do.” He gets off the wall and strides toward you, fingers clasping around your arm before you have time to dodge him. “You tried to escape again,” he says as he hauls you back down the hall, down the stairs. “I have a feeling you’ll be in that room again very soon, angel. I can only hope it’s me that ends up in there with you.” He looks at you with a predatory gleam in his eye. “I’ve got a lot of things I plan on doing to you, I may as well teach you a lesson while I’m at it.”

Fuck that.

Your body reacts to your fear, and without you even realising what you’re doing, your fist comes up, aiming for Sunghoon’s face. You catch sight of his shocked expression a split second before the impact. You hear the thwack, followed by a dangerous silence. Pain spreads across your knuckles as you stare at his side profile, equally surprised. His jaw clenches, the vein in his neck popping. His body is tense, and you wait for him to strike you back.

But he doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t do anything except continue leading you down the stairs.

When you reach the living room, it’s no longer empty. All of the others are lounging on the sofas and armchairs, watching as the two of you enter. Heeseung’s eyes bore into yours as you come to a stop in front of the coffee table.

“Let her go, Hoon,” Heeseung says, sitting directly across from you. His eyes are still locked on yours. “I doubt she’ll run and hide. Will you, love?”

You shake your head.

Sunghoon lets go of you and goes to sit beside one of the men who you haven’t met yet. You feel antsy, but you maintain your composure as you hold Heeseung’s gaze.

“You caused quite a commotion,” he says simply.

You open your mouth, sarcastic response ready and waiting on the tip of your tongue. But he holds up a hand.

“I don’t want a response from you. I want you to listen to me. Really listen because everyone here knows you haven’t been good at that lately.” His tone morphs from calm to irritated. “I warned you what would happen if you were stubborn enough to escape again. And what did you do? Cut the seal with a bit of broken glass and climbed through the window. I know Riki here warned you about us. You didn’t listen to him either, and he was trying to be helpful. And now you’ve punched Sunghoon in the face? Has it not occurred to you that maybe fighting us isn’t the answer and you’re better off cooperating?”

“You think I want to die?” you interject, voice loud. “Has it occurred to you that I’m doing this to protect myself, not just to make things difficult for you, you selfish prick?”

“Who said anything about death?” Heeseung says coldly.

It had only been a thought until now. A possibility lingering in the back of your mind. But now that you’ve said it aloud, your heart hammers. “That’s what you do, isn’t it? Bleed girls dry until there’s nothing left, then ditch them somewhere and wait for the next Offering?”

You’re met with the weight of seven stares.

“We let the girls go,” Heeseung tells you. “What happens to them afterwards has nothing to do with us.”

“Except it does. How much blood do you take beforehand? How weak do you make them? Do you just let them walk out the front door and wander through the woods alone, trying to find a way out, knowing damn well they won’t?”

Silence. You know you’ve caught them out, that you’re right.

“You’re killers,” you continue, voice shaky. “You’re responsible for the deaths of so many young women, and you think you can sit there and tell me otherwise? I won’t let myself–”

“If you know what’s good for you,” Heeseung interrupts in a low, icy voice. “You’ll stop talking and listen to what I say next very carefully.”

You close your mouth, glaring into his eyes.

“I’m done dealing with your crap, Y/N. I’m not letting you get away with this bullshit anymore. You step out of line like that again, and I’ll let you know how dangerous I can be. You shouldn’t be worried about dying. You should be worried about what will happen if we catch you trying to run from us again. Do you understand me?”

Everything from his body language, to his tone, to the energy in the room tells you this time it’s serious. You have no doubt that if you ignore this warning, you’re screwed. There’s no winning this time around.

“Fine.”

“I said do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand,” you reply through gritted teeth.

You turn to leave and Heeseung clucks his tongue at you.

“Don’t think you’re getting away with this that easily. I told you next time you tried to escape, there’d be consequences.”

You freeze.

“And I think it’s only fair Sunghoon takes care of it, seeing as you attacked him.”

You spin back around to see Heeseung smirking at you, and Sunghoon grinning in a way that has the hair prickling along the back of your neck. The others exchange nervous glances.

“Are you crazy?” you demand. “He’ll attack me if you leave me alone with him! Please–”

“Hold on.” One of the men stands up. He’s tall too. Short dark hair, with a few strands falling over his forehead, and strong features. “How about we just… take it easy? Just this once?”

“We have been taking it easy. You think she’s going to stop if we keep letting her get away with everything?” Heeseung says.

The man speaks calmly. “Just let me talk to her. I think it’ll help more than punishing her.”

Your eyes dart between the two men, and you pray Heeseung agrees. You don’t know the other man’s intentions, but you’re sure they’re better than whatever Sunghoon is thinking.

Heeseung looks at you, then back at the man. “Fine. But if this doesn’t work, Sunghoon gets her next time.”

Your heart thuds against your ribs as you take a breath.

The man nods, then makes his way over to you. He offers you a reassuring smile and you notice a vague dimple. “Hi, beautiful,” he whispers. “My name’s Jay. You wanna get out of here?”

You nod. You even let him hold your hand as he leads you down the hallway off the living room, grateful that he stepped in.

He stops in front of the third door on the left and opens it, stepping aside to let you in first. You pause for a moment before walking inside.

The bedroom is homely. It feels personal, lived in. Mostly thanks to the clutter on the desk, and the wrinkled sheets on the bed, and the small pile of clothes on the floor.

You make your way to the desk and sit down in the office chair. Jay perches on the edge of his bed, facing you. You wait for Jay to say something. You figure that’s the reason you’re here.

Eventually, he breaks the silence. “You know, we’ve never encountered a girl like you before. Don’t get me wrong, we’ve had our fair share of fighters. But never anyone as determined as you.” He looks at you with something like admiration. “I’ve never known someone to have your kind of strength unless they’ve had to deal with something that required them to be strong. What happened to you, Y/N?”

 You avoid his soft gaze, crossing your arms. “That’s none of your business.”

“You’re not the only one with a past.”

At that, you look up.

Jay’s lips curl up slightly. “What, you thought we just spawned out of nowhere?”

“I… I guess I never thought about it,” you admit.

“Most people don’t. But everyone here had a life before this.” He looks out the window. “I was a guitar teacher. I used to teach elementary school kids.” A reminiscent smile spreads across his face. “They loved it. I always felt like a proud big brother whenever they finally got a part in a song right, or when they played really well.” He pauses. “One morning, I woke up feeling really unwell. My head was killing me, I could barely get out of bed. I probably should’ve gone to the doctor or something. But I figured it was just the flu, so I just stayed home. And then, just as I was feeling better, it got worse. Everything around me started feeling… weird. Like I was dreaming. But it was all the time. I was confused, I didn’t know what was going on with me. And I didn’t want to leave the house feeling like that, even if it was to get help. It passed eventually, but…”

 He sighs, taking a moment before continuing. “When I went back to work, I got the news that one of my students had passed away. She’d gotten sick a couple of days before me, and her parents said she went downhill from there. They took her to the hospital, and the doctors said she had something called HVD. I didn’t know what it was, I’d never heard of it. But when I saw Heeseung’s ad on the internet, and I found myself here, he said it stood for Human Vampire Disease. Most people who caught it didn’t make it. But the survivors ended up like us. ‘Vampires’.”

You sit in the quiet, trying to digest it all. You try to feel indifferent, but you can’t. You don’t know what to say, but there’s a lot going through your mind.

Jay watches your reaction and you see him frowning. “I’m sorry to dump all of this on you–”

You shake your head. “No, don’t be sorry.” You look down at your lap, taking a deep breath. “I lost my sister. Emily. She was nineteen. It was my thirteenth birthday, and she went into woods to get some things to make me a gift. Leaves, twigs, stuff like that. We told her not to go in too far–” Your voice breaks and you sniffle, taking a second to compose yourself. “She disappeared. They looked for her for over a week straight. They told us she’d probably gotten lost, or fallen in the river. The worst part wasn’t that she was gone. It was not knowing whether she was dead, or wandering the woods cold and scared. I dreamt about it every night that week. And I still dream about it sometimes.”

 Your fingers play with the hem of your shirt and you stare at them, not wanting to look up and see the pity in Jay’s expression. You’ve seen it enough from everyone else back in the village. “It hit my parents pretty hard. They didn’t know what to do, how to cope. So they decided to blame me. They couldn’t blame the woods, they couldn’t blame anyone else, so they blamed it on me. Because it was my birthday, and she was out there to make my present.”

 The tears start to build, spilling over your waterline and creating wet paths down your cheeks. Your voice is strained as you try to speak through the lump in your throat. Your tone is tainted bitter and the hurt you felt back then bubbles under the surface. “I was their daughter too. We should have made it through together. But then they left. They said they couldn’t take it anymore, and they moved away. I don’t even know where they went. That’s when I went to live with my Nanna. I was happy there. We were always close. She helped me a lot. And then on the night of the Offering, two of the villagers broke in and the last time I saw her she was unconscious on the floor.”

You choke out the last sentence, eyes blurring with tears and body shaking with restrained sobs. “And I just want to get back home and see her and make sure she’s okay.” Your nails dig into your thighs as you try to keep it together.

You hear Jay moving off the bed and over to you. He kneels in front of you, one hand on your arm and the other brushing back your hair, wiping tears away. “Hey. Hey, it’s alright,” he whispers. “Just take a breath for me, gorgeous.” He hands you a tissue and you wipe your nose while he dabs up your tears. “There we go. It’s okay.”

You take a shuddery breath and look into his eyes, nothing but care and warmth in his gaze. His touch is gentle as he rubs comforting circles on your arm with his thumb.

“Sorry,” you whisper, embarrassed.

Jay smiles at you and that slight dimple appears again. “Don’t be ashamed. It’s good to cry sometimes, it helps us feel better.”

You sigh, feeling the sadness melt away and leave your body. “You’re being so kind to me.”

“Of course. How many times do we have to tell you that, contrary to popular belief, we’re not all monsters?” He grins playfully.

You chuckle.

He chucks the tissues in the bin next to the desk, then looks back at you. “Thank you for telling me. I know it’s hard opening up to strangers. But your story’s safe with me. I won’t tell the others.”

“Thank you.”

You still can’t get used to how considerate Jay is. From Riki’s bluntness to Sunghoon’s intensity, you weren’t expecting to come across someone like him in this house. But you’re glad you did.

Jay takes your hand and helps you stand up. “Why don’t you go get cleaned up, clear your mind, yeah?”

You nod absent-mindedly.

“The bathroom is the first door on the right. There are clean clothes in the dresser and closet in your room.”

You look at him cautiously. “Where did you get the clothes from?”

“They haven’t come from anyone else, if that’s what you’re thinking. They were bought from a store.”

It sounds almost weird to you. You never really thought about the entire world outside of Riverfield and these woods. But that doesn’t change the fact that it’s there. It makes you wonder if you’ll ever get the chance to see it.

“Oh. Okay. Thanks again.”

He lets go of your hand with a small smile. “See you later, beautiful.”

You leave, heading back upstairs. You notice on your way that everyone has disappeared again. It’s almost like they’re ghosts, or figments of your imagination. There one moment, gone the next. You still don’t know whether you like it that way or not.

***

You hadn’t realised how much of a mess you were until you went to shower.

You stared into the mirror– at the knots in your hair, the dirt on your clothes and body. You examined the splinters still wedged underneath the skin of your wrists, the cut on your foot, and wondered how the hell you hadn’t noticed all of it before. You guessed you had been preoccupied rebelling and zoning out and all. How the boys could find you remotely attractive in this state also went over your head, but it didn’t matter.

You were surprised to see the bathroom had been renovated, and was actually quite nice. It was also stocked with all the essentials, from painkillers to toothbrushes.

It was finally sinking in just how human the vampires were. And that just raised more questions for you. But you figured you had plenty of time to ask them, seeing as you weren’t planning on another escape attempt any time soon.

Once you finish cleaning up (which takes a while), you decide to head for the kitchen. You’re starving.

You jog down the stairs, stroll through the living room– it’s a familiar route by now. You hear voices and you slow a little, your steps a bit more measured.

You round the corner to see the serving window is open and so is the kitchen door. One of the men sits at the breakfast bar under the window, and you recognise him as the blond who stopped you from escaping the second time around. He looks a lot less intimidating now, with a smile lighting up his face and crinkling the corners of his fox-like eyes. Another man stands in the kitchen, leaning on the counter to talk to him. He has longish black hair. Apart from that, you can’t tell much about him from here.

They see you approaching and look over. The dark-haired one grins.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greets you brightly and you pick up on an accent. “You’re looking a lot better.”

You smirk. “I would hope so.”

You make your way into the kitchen and open the fridge, assessing the contents inside. Your eyes land on some leftover fried chicken and you grab it, taking off the cling wrap and digging in. Your eyes almost roll at the crunchy batter and tender meat. “Mm,” you hum with satisfaction.

You stand at the counter beside the man and he turns to face you.

“I’m Jake. Nice to finally meet you, sweetheart.” He holds out a hand.

You dutifully ignore the veins running up his hand and forearm, and shake his hand. “Nice to meet you too.”

Jake studies you. “You seem different. What did Jay say to you?”

“Does it matter?”

You realise he’s right, though. You feel like you’re finally able to relax a little. It’s… really good actually. It’s a relief, like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. You don’t know exactly what’s changed, but… maybe it’s for the better. 

The blond looks at you, tilting his head and resting his chin in his hand. “Well, it’s good to see you, princess.” You look at him and he smiles. “I’m Sunoo.”

You give him a small smile in return. “Hi.”

You take another bite of chicken, chewing contently.

Once you finish your food, you put the plate in the sink and then jump up, sitting on the counter. “So what do you guys do for fun around here? I’ve been holed up in my room for a week, I could use something to keep me distracted.”

“Normally we each do our own thing– watching movies, gaming, etcetera,” Sunoo says. “It can get a little repetitive to be honest.” He gives you a sly smile. “But at least now we have you to play with.”

“Cut it out, Sunoo,” Jake scolds him. He looks at you curiously. “Do you have any hobbies, sweetheart?”

“I love painting, and reading. I used to like cooking with my Nanna, too. Other than that, I liked listening to music on the radio… Taking a walk, especially on warmer days… I like watching movies, but we didn’t watch them that often because Nanna had this old analogue television that barely worked.” You smile at the memory.

Jake grins. “We can work with that. You know, I think there might be some old paint supplies in one of the spare rooms. I don’t know if you’d be able to use it, it was here when Heeseung bought the house. But I can try find it for you, if you want.”

Your heart warms a little at his thoughtfulness. “That would be great. Thank you.”

“No worries. If you want something to do while you wait, there’s tons of books out in the lounge. Or you can watch a movie, there’s plenty to choose from.”

“Alright.” You hop down from the counter and walk out into the living room. Jake follows you out.

“I’ll be back,” he tells you. Then he heads down the hallway and into one of the rooms.

You stand in the middle of the living room, looking around and trying to decide what to do. You see one of the few modern things in the room– the large flat-screen tv mounted on the wall. It’s foreign to you. Back in Riverfield, there wasn’t anything fancy. It was fairly old-fashioned. A result of being small and isolated, you guess. You want to watch a movie, but you don’t even know how to turn this thing on, which is kind of embarrassing.

Sunoo sees your confused expression and chuckles, making his way over. “Need some help, princess?”

“Uh, yeah.”

He strolls over to the coffee table and picks up a remote. He stands beside you so you can see the buttons. “Okay, to turn it on, you press this red button here. This little plus sign turns the volume up, the minus turns it down. This one shows you all the channels. These are the different streaming services, where you can watch movies and tv shows. Use these buttons to scroll. Got it?”

Your eyes narrow as you try to remember everything. You nod. “I think so.”

“I’ll be working out here anyway if you need help.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

He disappears down the hall.

You sit down on one of the sofas and turn the tv on.

Two people appear on screen, a man and woman, holding hands as they walk into a house. A couple, you’re guessing. The romance genre was never really your thing, but you can give this one a try.

You settle back into the cushions, getting comfortable. The actors are standing in the kitchen now, talking about some guy who had been bothering the female lead.

“You think I’d just let him harass you?” The man moves closer, trapping the woman against the counter.

“I don’t need you to be my knight in shining armour.” The woman tries to sound defiant, but her body language says otherwise.

“Knight in shining armour? I never claimed to be that heroic.” He leans down, his lips ghosting over hers. “I’m just keeping my girl safe. Screw everyone else.” He kisses her and though she tries to pull away at first, she eventually gives in.

You sigh under your breath. You wait for them to pull apart, but they don’t. You shift when the man lays the woman on the countertop, his tongue still somewhere in her mouth. You look out the window, ignoring the film until this part is over.

But then a cry comes through the speakers and you look at the screen to see the woman half-naked, the man between her legs with his hips moving at a rough pace. Your mouth falls open as you realise what’s happening. Moans and sounds of skin on skin play mortifyingly loud through the speakers as you dive for the remote.

“Shit. Where is it? Oh my god.” You cringe as you hear a whiny, “Harder.”

You finally find the remote and hurriedly turn the tv off. You release a breath, slumping back against the sofa.

“Interesting movie choice, princess. I never would have thought you were into porn.”

You flinch, turning around to see Sunoo standing behind you, a laptop under his arm and an amused grin on his face.

“It wasn’t porn!” you exclaim, feeling your cheeks grow hot. “I just turned the tv on and it was normal until they started– I don’t– No!”

He sits down on the other end of the sofa. “No need to be embarrassed. It’s a normal thing to do. Just maybe not in the living room where anyone could walk in.”

“Shut up! I don’t watch porn. I’ve never watched it and I don’t want to watch it!”

“Okay, okay. I believe you, calm down.” He grabs the remote from you. “Let’s just pick something else.”

He turns the tv back on and you’re horrified to see the actors are still going at it.

“Oh,” Sunoo says as the actress kneels on the kitchen floor and licks what looks like whipped cream off the man’s penis. “You know, I never got the whole whipped cream thing. It just seems so messy and sticky. Like sex doesn’t have enough of that already,” he comments casually.

“Turn it off!” you shout, covering your face and wanting to curl into a ball.

“Alright, alright.” The living room goes quiet and you look at the screen. He’s changed it over to Netflix. He hands the remote back. “Here.”

You mumble a thank you and start scrolling through. You put on a random movie, taking note of the rating to make sure it’s safe before putting the remote down and settling in again. Sunoo opens his laptop and starts typing away.

You look over. “You said before that you’re working? What do you do?”

“All of us work for this big entertainment company. I’m a talent scout. I keep an eye out on social media and that for potential trainees.”

You tilt your head, intrigued. “An entertainment company? That’s… unexpected.”

“It was Heeseung’s father’s company. He left it to him, so now he just oversees it from afar, with employees to attend meetings and everything for him. He saw it as the easiest way to earn money.”

“That makes sense. But why not get jobs of your own? I mean, what if you don’t want to do this kind of work?”

Sunoo looks up at you. “It’s not that simple, princess. We can go to the ‘outside world’, obviously. And we do, sometimes. But working out there and being out there all the time just wouldn’t work. It would be like putting an alcoholic in a beer, wine and spirits store. It’s easier to resist temptation when there’s just one person versus when there’s thousands.”

You nod, seeing his point.

“Y/N.”

You turn around to see Jake standing at the mouth of the hallway, a bright smile plastered on his face. “Yeah?”

“I found some of that paint supplies if you want to have a look.”

Your face lights up. “Oh, really? I’d love to.”

You hop up off the sofa and follow him down the hall to the last door on the left.

Inside, it’s feminine, with floral wallpaper and a sewing table set up in the corner. There are cabinets and shelves and tubs all filled with craft supplies. It’s dusty, and you can tell no-one’s been in here for a long time. But it’s still nice. It makes you think of a woman just enjoying her spare time from homely duties and being creative. You like it.

Jake picks up a carboard box and brings it over. “There are paints and brushes and stuff in here.” He gestures to one of the cabinets. “And canvases and easels in there. Feel free to set up wherever you want.”

You peer inside the box and smile, taking it from him. “This is great, thank you so much.”

“Any time, sweetheart. It gives you something to do. And if you enjoy doing it, then even better.”

 “I do. Is it alright if I test the paint?”

“Of course, go ahead.”

You get out a palette and squeeze some paint onto it. It’s runny with clumps in it. Your lips turn down. “It’s separated. I can’t use it.”

“Oh. Okay. Well, I’ll buy you some next time I’m out.”

You look up. “What? No, you don’t have to do that.”

He smiles. “Don’t worry about it, it’s the least I can do.” He picks the box up again. “You go and get back to your movie. I’ll take this up to your room for you.”

Your eyes soften. “Thanks again, Jake.”

He nods and walks past you, out of the room. You stand there, looking around for a minute longer before leaving too, closing the door behind you.

***

You don’t know how long it takes for you to fall asleep, just that it takes a while. There had been a lot on your mind. A lot that had happened in one day. And you hadn’t really had a chance to digest it all until you were lying in bed and staring absent-mindedly at the light fixture.

Once you finally do cross the threshold into unconsciousness, all those thoughts bleed through and plague your dreams, creating one big movie.

You’re laughing with Riki. The two of you are sitting on the balcony outside your bedroom, admiring the view. Or at least you were until he cracked a joke and now the two of you are wheezing, bent over with mirth. It’s dusk, and the moon has just appeared in the steely blue sky. There’s a nice breeze drifting through the canopy and ruffling your hair.

You catch your breath and look up, meeting Riki’s eyes. He gives you that cheeky smile.

“You look like a tomato.”

“And you look like a weed.” You smile and playfully bump his shoulder.

You guys lean on the railing, letting silence fill the space around you. You can hear crickets and cicadas, and the rustling of the leaves. You take a deep breath in, then slowly let it out. You feel light. The stress and fear is gone and you feel happy. At home even. You’re no longer wound up with anxiety and paranoia and what ifs? You’ve accepted what fate has in store for you, and you’re going along with it. And it’s so freeing.

There’s a knock on the window behind you and you see Jay standing there. You open it.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt, but I have something I need to talk to you about,” he says.

You nod and climb back inside. “What’s up?”

He grabs your hand and leads you away from the window, voice low like he’s about to reveal a secret. “They’re looking for you.”

You frown, not liking his ominous undertone. “Who is?”

“Heeseung and Sunghoon. You need to hide.”

“What? Why? Jay what’s going–”

He guides you toward the door. “Just go!” he whispers, opening it.

You stumble through and look up and down the hallway. It’s dark and you can hardly see anything. You put one hand on the wall, using it to guide you as you jog blindly down the hall.

Suddenly, a door opens part way and soft yellow light spills out through the gaps. You head towards it.

You step inside and the door slams shut behind you. You jump, whirling around to see Heeseung standing there, one hand on the door as he looms over you.

“You’re not getting away this time, love.”

You back away from him. You hear footsteps and look over your shoulder to see Sunghoon approaching from the other side of the room.

Your heartbeat quickens and you know they have you cornered. Your back presses against the wall and the light– coming from the candles burning around the room– goes out.

An arm wraps around your waist and you’re picked up and slung over someone’s shoulder.

He drops you down on the bed and you feel his weight pin you down as he straddles your legs. You struggle, trying to wriggle out from underneath him and push him off.

“There’s no use fighting, angel,” Sunghoon’s voice says from somewhere to your left. You feel the mattress dip as he gets on the bed.

“Don’t worry, love. I’m sure you’re tough enough to take both of us, right?” Heeseung purrs above you.

You scream in protest as he gets off of you and you’re manoeuvred onto your stomach.

“Me first,” Sunghoon says. You feel his movements on the bed as he gets behind you. He leans down, his chest brushing against your back, and he wraps your hair around his fist, pulling your head back. You wince at the stinging in your scalp. “You should have listened, angel,” he whispers in your ear.

He buries your face in the pillow, holding your head in place, and your shouts become muffled.

Your surroundings become distant, in a way. Your senses are off. But you do register the cool air hitting your now bare core, panic rising alongside the goosebumps on your skin.

“No!” you try to scream, but you can’t hear your own voice. You feel the tears soaking your face and the pillow, though.

Something prods your entrance and you desperately try and crawl away, but you can’t move. Your voice breaks as you scream as loud as you can.

Your eyes fly open and you gasp. You scramble to sit up, your heart pounding in your chest. You look around. You’re in your own room, in your own bed. You’re alone.

“Fuck,” you whisper, running your hands over your face.

You sit there for a few minutes, but you just can’t calm down. Restless, you throw back the covers and get up. You take a few steps toward the door, but then you pause. Where are you even going? Are you really going to wander around the house this late, after that dream?

You sigh. You don’t want to stay in here. You’ll just start thinking and overthinking and it will drive you crazy. You need a distraction.

You open the door and stop in your tracks when you see the door across from yours open too.

Jake appears, wearing a t-shirt and boxers, his hair messy. He looks up and freezes. “Y/N? What are you doing up?” he asks quietly, his voice rough.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“I was going to get a glass of water. Is everything okay?”

You chew your lip. “Actually… um, do you think I could… come in? I could kind of use someone to talk to.”

He blinks. “Oh. Of course, come on in.” He steps aside and you cross the hallway into his room.

The lamp on the bedside table casts a warm light over the space, making it feel cosy.

You sit on the bed and look at a framed picture on the dresser that catches your eye. Jake is crouching down, his arms around a beautiful border collie. An older woman and a guy around his age are on either side of him.

Jake shuts the door and sits on the bed beside you. You notice as he runs his fingers through his hair, trying to smooth it down. “What did you want to talk about?”

You glance at him. “I’m not sure. But I thought talking to you might help distract me from the nightmare I had.”

“Oh, a nightmare, huh?”

You nod. “Yep.”

“Well I’d be more than happy to distract you.” He falls backwards, lying down. “May as well get comfortable, sweetheart.” He grins.

You chuckle. You look at him, and after a moment you lie down next to him, leaving a few inches between you. You sigh softly, looking up at the ceiling. “So where are you from originally? I picked up on your accent earlier.”

“Well I was born in Korea. But I moved to Australia with my mum and brother when I was nine.”

“Is that them?” You point to the photo frame.

He follows your gaze. “Yeah.”

“You guys make a beautiful family.”

He smiles. “Thank you.”

“What’s your dog’s name?”

 “Layla.” He looks at the photo, smiling fondly.

“She’s adorable.”

“She is... I miss her.” He turns his head to look at you. “Have you got any pets?”

You shake your head. “No. I never have.”

Jake’s eyebrows rise. “Seriously?”

“Mhm. I always wanted a cat or a dog, but…” You shrug. “We never got one.”

“Maybe we should get a pet. It would liven the house up a bit.”

“I think I’ve been doing enough of that lately.”

He laughs. “Yeah, you certainly have.” He yawns and stretches, then flips onto his side, facing you.

You smirk, turning your head to look at him. “Am I keeping you up?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m wide awake.”

You sigh. “So am I, after that dream.”

“It shook you up that bad?”

“Well, yeah. It was fine at the beginning, but then something… I don’t know– bad? traumatising? happened. Something that could– and I’m scared will– happen in real life.”

Jake frowns, concern in his eyes. “What was it?”

You chew your lip, teeth tugging at it until a small flake of skin comes off and the vague taste of blood hits your tongue. You twist the ring on your right hand– take it most of the way off, then put it back on before repeating the movement. You don’t meet Jake’s gaze, opting to stare at the ceiling instead. “Heeseung and Sunghoon. They lured me into that room, the one with all the dark furniture and candles, and they pinned me down and I couldn’t get away and Sunghoon…” You trail off, not sure how to say it or particularly wanting to say it at all.

“Wait. Someone showed you the cell?”

You frown, looking over. “Yes…? Sunghoon showed me right after he caught me trying to get away for the third time. Hold on, you call it the cell?”

“A few of the guys started it. It’s a scare tactic for when the girls act up. We’ve never actually taken anyone in there, let alone used it.”

“Oh.”

He hesitates. “But, if I’m being honest, if any girl was going to end up in that room, it would be you.”

An ounce of the resurfaced nerves and fear shows in your eyes as you meet his gaze. “Why?”

He bites his lip. “I don’t know. There’s just… something about you, I guess. As cliché as that sounds.”

You shake your head. “I don’t want to go in there again.”

“You might not. But even if you did, I’m sure they wouldn’t hurt you.”

“I don’t want it to happen at all. I’m not going to have my fir-” You stop yourself, realising your slip up. You look away.

“Wait. Your first time?”

You clench your jaw, which is all the answer he needs.

“Is that one of the reasons you’re so scared?”

“I don’t want to have sex with any of you anyway,” you say and it comes out colder than you mean it to.

There’s a beat of silence.

Jake shifts, inching closer. “Are you sure?” he asks in a low voice.

You turn your head to look at him. “What the fuck do you mean, am I sure? Yes. I am.”

“How could you know without giving it a try?”

Your heart beats a little bit faster as he gets close, his body brushing against yours as he looks into your eyes. You want to retort, but you don’t know what to say. You feel this slight buzz of anticipation.

“Maybe you’re lying to yourself, sweetheart. Or maybe you’re in denial.” His eyes flicker to your lips. “Should we test it out?”

You could push him away. Just say no. But there’s a part of you that’s curious what it would be like. And that part takes over as you nod timidly.

Jake smiles. His hand comes up to cup your face gently as he leans in. His lips press against yours and you feel a warmth spread throughout your body. It’s like a switch flips in your brain and you don’t register anything except him. His lips, his warmth, the lingering smell of his cologne. Without thinking, you tentatively kiss him back. One hand slides up his chest and the other goes to his hair, your fingers threading through the soft strands.

His free hand moves under your shirt and rests on your bare hip. It sends a small shiver up your spine.

The kiss grows more heated, Jake dragging your bottom lip gently between his teeth. You part your lips and he slips his tongue into your mouth.

Eventually, you pull away for air. Your chest rises and falls, and your heart pounds. Your cheeks feel warm.

Jake’s thumb swipes under your lip, tugging it gently. “You know, if you’re scared, I can help. I’ll be your first time.”

You look up at him, eyes tinted with lust. “How would that help me?”

“I’ll show you what it’s like, help prepare you. There’s nothing to be scared of, sweetheart.” His voice drops to a more seductive tone. “I can make you feel so good, if you let me.”

Heat starts to pool between your legs at the thought of it. On the few occasions you’ve found yourself with your fingers tracing your clit and dipping into your clenching core, you’ve wondered what it would feel like to have someone else touch you. To have someone inside you. The older you got, the more you wanted it. And now it’s being offered to you on a silver platter. You just have to say yes.

But he’s one of your captors. He’s a vampire. You can’t let–

You don’t care. You want him.

“Do it,” you say quietly, but surely.

Jake leans in and kisses you again. He grabs your hips and manoeuvres you so you’re straddling him. His fingers grasp the hem of your shirt and slowly lift it up, brushing against your skin. You pull away long enough for him to lift it over your head and drop it on the floor.

You feel a little self-conscious as he admires your breasts, but then he places a kiss to your neck and the thought escapes your mind. He peppers kisses from your jaw, down your neck, across your chest. His hand trails up your stomach and his finger hooks the cup of your bra, pulling it down. Your breast spills out and he kisses just above your nipple before taking it into his mouth. You moan softly and your head tilts back. He does the same to the other before sliding your bra straps down your shoulders, one hand then moving up your back and undoing the clasp. Your bra falls between your bodies and he chucks it aside. His lips return to yours and you gladly kiss him back once more.

You pull away, tugging on his t-shirt. “I think this can come off, don’t you?”

Jake smiles and obeys, pulling the shirt over his head and discarding it. Your eyes are drawn to his abs and your fingers reach out to touch them, ghosting over the lines.

“So pretty,” you murmur.

His fingers wrap around yours and bring your hand up to his lips. He presses a kiss to the back of your hand. “You’re prettier, baby.”

You feel a flutter in your stomach at the name.

You can feel your slick steadily dripping into your panties and you start getting impatient. You shift forward on Jake’s lap and you feel how hard he is beneath the thin material of his boxers. A quiet whine escapes your lips as you grind on his bulge. He inhales sharply, grabbing onto your hips. He looks at you and you meet his gaze. His eyes are darkened with desire, and you’re sure yours are too.

“You want to take it further?” he asks.

You nod, and he guides you off his lap. He grabs the waistband of his boxers and slides them off, letting his cock spring free. You almost moan at the sight of it, squeezing your thighs together. You have nothing to compare it to, but it looks long and thick enough to hit all the spots your fingers never reached. So pretty, too, just like the rest of him.

He doesn’t even have to ask before you shimmy out of your shorts and panties, casting them aside.

Jake looks up at you and bites down on his lip. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he says under his breath.

You smile shyly, crawling over and straddling him again. Your pussy clenches around nothing, knowing his cock is so close yet so far.

Jake takes your hands and places them on his shoulders before resting his hands on your waist. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” you say quietly.

“I’ll help you through it, don’t worry.”

You nod. You lift yourself up a little more and move forward, so your pussy is hovering over his cock.

“That’s it.” He wraps his hand around the base, holding it steady for you. “Now lower yourself down. Take your time.”

You do as he says. You feel his tip pressing at your entrance and you take a second. This is it. You take a breath and sink down further, whimpering at the stretch that brings a bit of pain and a bit of pleasure. You close your eyes, trying to relax your body as you attempt to take him. He bottoms out and you exhale softly.

Jake massages the skin of your hips, giving you a small smile. “Good girl. You’re doing well, baby.” He places a short kiss on your lips. “Move when you’re ready, you’re in control here.”

You slowly lift yourself back up, moaning as his cock drags against your walls. Then you sink back down. It takes you a couple of tries before you find the perfect angle, the head of his cock brushing that spot inside of you that has you craving more. The sounds filling the room are downright dirty, but neither of you care. Jake’s head is tilted back, eyes closed and lips parted as he holds on to your hips. His moans sound so sweet, making you want to draw more out of him.

Your thighs start to burn, but you keep going, too lost in the pleasure to stop. The band in your stomach is tightening, getting closer to snapping.

Jake sees you starting to struggle and grips your hips tighter, helping lift you up and down, thrusting up into you each time. You cry out, grabbing onto his shoulders so you don’t fall.

“Fuck,” he groans, biting down on his lip. The sound of his voice has you clenching around him.

He pulls out of you and you whimper at the loss. He flips you onto your back, barely giving you a second to catch your breath before swiftly entering you again. He leans down and captures your lips in a hungry kiss, his thrusts beginning to speed up. He’s growing more desperate, and honestly, so are you.

You wrap your legs around his waist and the new angle allows him to go deeper. It quickly brings you to the edge, only needing a small push to send you over. “I’m close,” you say in a small voice.

“I got you, sweetheart.” He places a gentle kiss to your neck, his hand reaching between the two of you. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow circles.

You start to squirm, grinding your hips into his touch. The pleasure builds until it’s nearly unbearable, and then it releases, hitting you like a tidal wave. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your back arching. You feel like your nerves are alight, your senses being consumed.

Your orgasm triggers Jake’s own, his hips stilling before he empties himself inside of you. You whimper slightly at the feeling, still recovering from your high.

Jake pulls out and lies down beside you. He turns his head to look at you. “You feeling okay?”

You nod, turning onto your side. “I’m good,” you say with a smile.

He raises a brow, clearly a little surprised. “Really?”

“Really.” You’re telling the truth. You don’t feel bad at all. If anything, you feel better now.

He must see in your face that you’re being honest. He grins. “That’s good, sweetheart. I’m glad.” He kisses you, softly this time. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Jake goes and gets a wet towel, then comes back and gently wipes away the mess between your thighs. He picks up your clothes from the floor and helps you put them back on, getting dressed himself before climbing back into bed.

“You can stay here if you want,” he offers.

You settle under the covers, getting comfortable. “I think I will.”

He chuckles to himself, getting comfortable as well. “Goodnight, sweetheart. Sweet dreams.”

“Goodnight. Sweet dreams to you too.” You close your eyes.

Jake turns out the light and the room goes dark.

As you lay there, waiting for sleep to take over, you can’t help but think how right this feels. It makes you happy, having someone lie beside you. You can’t help but feel like this is a turning point. Not just because you lost your virginity. But like maybe you can finally start putting a bit of trust in the men you’ve found yourself stuck with.

To be continued...

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