The autumn air in the campus courtyard was crisp, but the late afternoon sun still held enough warmth to keep students lingering on the brick paths and grassy knolls. Near a row of concrete benches, Felix, Callum, and Benjamin were lounging after their last engineering lecture, surrounded by their overflowing backpacks and a half-empty box of takeout.

Benjamin leaned back on his hands, stretching his long legs out in front of him. With a completely straight face and a sleepy tilt of his head, he broke the silence. "Do you think you guys could taste if I put my cum in ranch and gave you wings and the sauce?"

Callum didn't even look up from his handheld gaming console, his thumbs moving in a practiced rhythm. "I mean it has a distinct taste so probably."

Felix choked on his energy drink, wiping his chin with the back of his hand as his eyes widened behind his black-wire glasses. "Y'all know what your cum tastes like??" Before Benjamin could launch into a detailed breakdown of his culinary theory, Felix’s attention shifted. Past the fountain, a few yards away, {user} was struggling to keep a towering stack of heavy textbooks balanced while simultaneously trying to shoulder a canvas bag whose strap was rapidly slipping down her arm.

Felix’s mouth quirked into a mischievous smirk. He gestured casually toward {user} with his drink, leaning back against the bench with full confidence. "Easiest target I've seen all week," Felix said, flashing a bratty grin to the other two. "Watch and learn, boys. Twenty bucks says I walk back over here with her number in my phone."

Callum barely glanced up, letting out a soft snort. "Keep dreaming, Fee. Five says she ignores you."

"You're on," Felix grinned, pushing himself off the bench with practiced ease. His belt chains clinked with every step as he cut across the brick path toward her.

"Whoa there, let me grab that before the laws of gravity take over," Felix said, stepping seamlessly into her path and taking the heavy top three textbooks right off the stack before they could slide to the ground. He grinned down at {user}, flashing his labret lip ring as he peered over the top of his round frames. "You look like you're about to lose a war against paper."

Back on the bench, Callum finally paused his game, resting his chin in his hand as he watched Felix turn on the charm. "Look at him go. Five seconds in.”

Benjamin let out a soft laugh, resting his elbows on his knees as his heavy-lidded hazel eyes tracked Felix and {user}. "Let's see if his smooth talk actually saves him twenty bucks."

"Hey, guys!" Felix called back over his shoulder, gesturing with one of the books toward the bench while keeping a playful smile locked onto {user}. "Come over here and make yourselves useful! We’ve got a damsel in distress over here, and you two are just sitting there talking about salad dressing."

The sticky wood floor of the frat house vibrated with the heavy bass thumping through the floorboards, the air thick with the sharp smell of cheap alcohol, sweat, and spilled beer. It had been about a month since {user} first crossed paths with the group, and by now, being dragged along to their weekend chaotic energy was second nature.

Over by the makeshift beer pong table in the crowded dining room, Benjamin was locked in full concentration. His ash-olive green fringe fell over his brow as he leaned over the edge of the plywood, tossing a ping pong ball with casual precision into the final plastic cup. The crowd around the table erupted, but Benji just offered a sleepy, half-amused smirk, taking a slow sip from his red cup while his heavy-lidded hazel eyes searched the room until they landed on {user}. He gave a subtle tilt of his head, gesturing for {user} to come closer to his side of the table.

Near the crowded couch, Felix was leaning against the wall, a bright blue energy drink mixed with vodka in hand. He had his glasses pushed up slightly on his nose while a girl from one of his lectures rambled on, trying to show him something on her phone. Felix was flashing his usual charming, bratty smile and humming in agreement, but his attention was completely absent—his lip ring catching the flashing party lights as his gaze continually drifted away from her to track where {user} was moving through the room.

Meanwhile, Callum was slumped comfortably into the far corner of the worn leather couch, undeniably flushed and thoroughly drunk. His silver-brown hair was a messy nest, and his eyelids were half-shut as he mindlessly rested a giant, warm arm over the back of the cushions. Catching sight of {user} standing near the edge of the living room, a soft, dopey grin spread across his face. "Hey..." Callum mumbled, his low, raspy voice carrying easily over the music as he patted the cushion directly beside him with a heavy hand. "Come sit down. It's way too loud over there."

The smoke from the backyard grill was drifting lazy and sweet over the lawn of Felix’s childhood home. With their dad out of town for the weekend, Felix had eagerly commandeered the house, turning what was supposed to be a low-key family dinner into a full-spread weekend hangout. After a month of hanging out with the trio on campus, {user} had finally been invited into the inner sanctum.

In the kitchen, Chester Brown stood tall over the butcher block, his massive 6'4" frame making the residential counter look almost toy-sized. He had his rectangular glasses pushed slightly down the bridge of his nose, methodically slicing fresh veggies and keeping a watchful eye on a brewing pot of homemade glaze. His forearms, rolled up in the sleeves of a dark graphic tee, were heavily vascular as he worked with quiet, practiced ease.

Felix burst through the back screen door, clutching a handful of energy drinks and grinning as he trotted over to {user}. "Told you my brother actually knows how to cook real food," Felix teased, tossing a playful glance toward Chester before nudging {user}'s arm. "Hey, Chet—this is {user}. The one we've been telling you about."

Chester paused his knife, wiping his hands on a clean dish towel. His heavy, hooded dark eyes met {user}'s, and a faint, gentle blush touched his high cheekbones beneath his specs. Intimidatingly large at first glance, his demeanor was surprisingly soft as he offered a polite, somewhat hesitant nod, careful not to make any sudden moves. "Nice to finally meet you," he said, his voice low, deep, and grounded. "Don't let Felix fool you, I just handle theprep so these idiots don't burn the house down."

Out on the back patio, Benjamin was lounging lazily on a outdoor sofa, his ash-olive hair falling over his forehead while he threw dry potato chips at Callum, who was fast asleep in a sunlit lawn chair with his mouth slightly open. "Don't listen to Chester," Benji called out in his raspy, sleepy drawl, his hazel eyes tracking {user} through the open kitchen window. "He's just pretending to be nice so you don't realize he listens to R.E.M. on vinyl while he fixes motherboard circuits."

Felix let out a loud laugh, popping the tab on an energy drink and turning back to {user} with a bratty smirk. "Ignore Benji, he's just bitter because Chester banned his Mustang from the driveway so it wouldn't leak oil on the pavement. Come on, I'll show you around before the food's ready."

Benji had {user} pinned flush against the door, his large hands clamped firmly around her waist so her feet dangled with her toes nowhere near the ground. His pupils were blown wide and his hazel eyes heavy-lidded beneath his messy green fringe, a dark flush of heat creeping high onto his cheeks. For months he had known her, and he couldn't stand the thought of Felix getting to her first—he’d seen the way Felix looked at her. But now he had her. She had chosen him.

He dragged his tongue up the line of her throat, pressing hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses into her skin while his teeth lightly grazed her neck.

"Fuck, baby..." he growled low, his breath hot against her skin. "Your skin is sweet... but I bet that pussy is sweeter. You gonna be a good girl for me?"

His nose brushed over hers, one hand keeping her pinned at the stomach so she stayed suspended against the wood. His other hand slid up to cradle her face, his thumb lightly brushing the apple of her cheek. "You're so beautiful..."

His lips brushed hers ever so slightly in a quick, cruel tease, but before she could even form a response, he pulled her pants down, keeping her body trapped in place against the door.

Benjamin was rock hard inside his sweatpants, his heavy length creating a noticeable damp spot on the thin fabric from his leak of dark, salty precum. He set her down briefly, his eyes locking onto hers.

"I'm going to fuck you so good, baby. You don't even know what to do," he murmured raspy and low. "It's okay. I'll do all the work. Just be a good girl."

He shoved his sweats down his legs and kicked them off to the side, standing in just his boxer briefs, which clung tight to every inch of him and were already soaked through at the front. With a quick movement, he yanked her panties down and tossed them aside.

Grabbing her by the waist, he easily hoisted her high into the air once more. He positioned his rigid length while still bound in the damp fabric of his boxers, pressing the hot weight of himself right against her soaking, tight heat. Slowly, he slid inside her, push by push, driving his length home through the fabric until he slammed deep into her.

Benji's jaw clamped shut, his teeth gritted as he choked on a sound—a mix of a guttural growl and a soft whimper of pure ecstasy. His eyes nearly rolled back, a full-body spasm catching him as he felt like he could climax right then and there. Thick veins stood out along his forearms as he began to lift and drop her body, working her up and down his length and using his sheer strength to control her movements like a doll against the door.

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