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Hyuk hates the way you cry over Joker being too busy for you. But he sure does love the attention you give him when you’re venting about your relationship problems.

Things have been like this for months now. A once harmonious relationship has become blasé and unfulfilling to you. Despite that, you still adore Joker wholeheartedly and can’t imagine being with someone else.

Breaking up with him never crossed your mind until Hyuk plants the idea. “Why are you dating a guy who doesn’t make you feel like a priority? You have a busy life too and still try to make time for him.” You wanted the words to come and go with the wind, but the way Hyuk spoke was so suggestive. A simple question and statement manage to be so sticky, tacking itself to your thoughts whether you liked it or not.

The seedling festers like an invasive plant in your head. It’s impossible to think about Joker and your relationship with him without it being tied back to the root issue; how touch starved you’ve been.

And that’s why it’s so easy for Hyuk to get under your skin. He had you since the moment you decided to tell him that there was trouble in paradise. Now, he knows about all your dirty laundry. How lonely you’ve been. How it’s been months since you’ve had an orgasm brought on by someone other than yourself.

“Do you really wanna give up on a year of commitment just for one night of fun?” Hyuk taunts you with the same question that’s been rattling around in your head– all while he’s got a hand between your legs– fingers boldly exploring the heat of your inner walls while the pad of his thumb is pressing against your clit.

“We really should stop.” You pant, reaching to grab Hyuk’s wrist as a feeble attempt to push him away. But there's no real push on your end– you're just pathetically holding his wrist. Caught between your true desires and what you deem as ‘right.’

And much to your surprise, he withdraws his fingers. Holding up the digits right before your face, he makes you look at the way your arousal thickly coats them; shimmering even in the low light.

“You’re so hot and wet already. I don't think you mean that.” He laughs mockingly before his tongue laps up your nectar from his fingers. “But whatever. Being delusional makes life more fun, doesn’t it?”

You hate how Hyuk is right. You hate how good he looks as he licks up every last drop of your juices. You hate the way you can feel your arousal soaking through your panties. And most of all, you hate yourself for not being able to control your urges. Despite all these issues that you could technically blame on Joker, you still don’t hate him. Not even a little. At least– not consciously. Because if you truly loved him still, you wouldn’t be pulling Hyuk closer and smashing your lips against his; eating up any of the goading words that might have been lingering on his tongue.

Have you no shame? Not only are you cheating on your boyfriend, you’re about to let his teammate of all people hide his dick inside you in one of the many grimey back alleyways that the city was comprised of. Anyone could walk by and witness this act of depravity. They could see how much of a slut you are; how selfish you were in the pursuit of pleasure.

Solid brick digs into your back as Hyuk's body pins you in place. His lips are hungry, devouring yours with a ferocity that makes your head spin. You can taste yourself on his tongue, a reminder of your own desperation. When your lips are no longer enough, he’s seeking any bit of exposed skin he can get his mouth on.

"Tell me to stop," Hyuk breathes against your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin. "Tell me you don't want this."

But the words won't come. Your body betrays you, arching into his touch as his hands roam freely, mapping out every curve and plane. You're drowning in sensation, lost in the intoxicating mix of guilt and desire.

Hyuk's fingers fumble with the button of his pants, and you know you should stop him. You should push him away, run home to Joker, and beg for forgiveness.

But instead, you help Hyuk; your own hands shaking in excitement.

Legs spread and your pants stretched around your knees, Hyuk keeps his eyes on you while he's freeing his hard cock and dragging it along your dewy petals. His motions are taunting and teasing; a perfect match to the expression on his face. Equal parts maddening and delightful, the friction has you yearning for more. Lifting your hips in a silent plea, Hyuk lets out a small snort of amusement.

“You really want me to fuck you.” He murmurs, words coming out as a cross between a question and statement, a pleased grin spreading across his face.

Before you can even find the words to defend yourself or deny him, he loops his arms around your waist and draws your hips closer. It’s such a sly little movement, you couldn’t have anticipated what he was doing; until you feel the tip of his cock breaching your hole. Stunned by how easily he slipped inside of you– handsfree at that– you can only let out a soft moan as Hyuk thrusts forward.

It’s such an unconventional position. Standing face to face with Hyuk holding you against him. Yet everything about it has you yearning for more. It takes every bit of willpower you have to not let your knees buckle beneath you as the angle of his thrusts have his thick head pressing into your sweet spot with every motion. And that’s not even considering how good Hyuk must have felt and how snug your walls feel around his shaft due to your legs being only slightly parted rather than spread wide.

“If you feel good now, just imagine how much more I can do when it’s just us two alone.” Hyuk chuckles in this low, menacing tone that sends shivers up your spine.

The thought excites you– and he can feel it in the way your pussy squeezes him tighter.

His hips move with minimal effort with his dick lodged so deep inside you. Slow but deep grinds of his rigid length stimulate your center in an absolutely sinful type of pleasure. It’s the type of elation that makes your head fuzzy, body pliable, and jaw slack. The sensation never loses its novelty when you experience it. Hell, you could even say it gets better every time Hyuk fucks you; and he would wholeheartedly agree with you.

Learning your body and making you crave him filled a void in Hyuk that he didn’t even know he had. Even if you just saw him as a bootycall, it’s not gonna change the fact that he feels like life is just better when he’s balls deep in you like this. Your orgasm is close. He sees it in the way your eyes roll back. He hears it as your moans start to increase. He feels it in the way your pussy starts spasming around him. And he can taste it as he licks up the tears trickling down your cheeks.

Thank god, he thinks. Despite the excitement of claiming you in public like this, Hyuk knew it wouldn’t be much longer until someone would stumble upon your compromising position. Being so attuned to your body, all it takes is a few sharp thrusts into your sweet spot for you to come apart on him.

As the night is still young and guilt for your actions hadn’t set in quite yet, Hyuk knew he would have fun breaking you down and turning you into his own cocksleeve in private.