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You grabbed your coat and keys, your cell phone heavy in your pocket. Come Alone, they had said. Some number you didn’t recognize, so normally you wouldn’t answer, but they had sent a photo of someone you cared about alone with the message and an address.
You looked over your shoulder to where your three roommates… with benefits laid sprawled in the living room. The TV flashed with some show you would normally love, but something else was on your mind.
“Y/N?” One of their voices called, hearing the door open. Curse it’s squeaky hinges. “Everything okay? Where are you going?”
“I’m okay Myunggi,” you lied through your teeth. Two other pairs of eyes were trained on you within moments. “Just getting some fresh air. You guys stink.” You waved your hand in front of your nose as if swatting away a terrible smell.
Subong, sorry, Thanos, as he forced everyone to call him, laughed before saying “Oh yeah, we stink,” he said, dragging the words out with a crooked grin. “It’s not like you’ve been walking around in my hoodie all week, leaving your perfume on everything, 자기야 (Jagiya) [Darling].” He added the enduring term on at the end, laced with sarcasm, but something in his eyes told you he meant it.
Namgyu smacked him on the shoulder, grinning lazily, before tossing something bright and candy-colored into his mouth. “You’re just mad she stopped wearing your hoodie.”
The two of them turned back to the TV without a second thought, already halfway back into their buzzed banter, voices blurring into the sound of cartoon violence or whatever chaos they’d been watching.
“If you’re sure,” Myunggi said, quieter, but his eyes stayed on you. “Do you want me to come with you?”
“No, that’s okay.” You forced a smile, your lips dragging into something that only looked real from far away. “I’ll just be a minute.”
Myunggi nodded reluctantly, but he turned back to face the TV, letting you leave.
The second you stepped outside the apartment into the cool night air you took a deep breath letting it wash over you. The air, fresh air, washed over your skin causing goosebumps to rise. You slipped your coat over your shoulders, rubbing on your arms to quell the cool and you headed towards the stairs at the end of the hall.
You hated lying to them, but it felt like a necessity to get your loved one back. What would happen if you didn’t go alone? Would they, whoever had texted you from that unknown number, kill them? You wouldn’t let it come to that. Whatever they needed you would find a way to provide it.
Your car’s lights flashed on as you unlocked it using the keys in your hand. You slid into the driver’s seat, pulled the door shut behind you, and started the engine. It roared to life beneath your hands, loud in the silence. Without putting on any music, you pulled out of the lot driving towards to address you were sent
You parked half a block away from where the GPS had told you to go. It had taken you to some old beaten down warehouse, rusty and hidden in the dark. It sat on the edge of the city’s industrial district, wedged between a collapsing overpass and a fenced-in storage yard, lit only by the dim glow of a streetlamp. The chain-link gate out front stood open, like it was expecting you.
With every step toward the door, your heartbeat climbed higher in your throat. The message hadn’t included any names, but the photo was burned into your skull; their eyes had been wide, their hands bound, and their knees bruised.
The door to the warehouse was cracked open, just enough that it still looked closed from a distance. Probably to deter thieves, though who’d want to steal from this dump?
You cracked the door open, pulling it with one hand and peeking your head through the crack. Inside was just as dark, the moonlight shining through high windows, casting a dim light over the open space.
“Well look at that,” a man's voice came from your left. “You really came.”
He stepped out from behind a stack of crates, dragging his hands on them as he passed. He was younger than you expected, early twenties maybe, he would’ve been attractive if he hadn’t done what he’d done.
“No friends,” he said, glancing around the empty warehouse. “You’re either braver than I thought, or a whole lot dumber.”
You froze. “Where are they?” you asked.
His laugh was mocking, almost girlish in how it caught at the end. “You really think I’d go to all the trouble of kidnapping someone if the person I wanted would come here willingly ?”
The bottom dropped out of your stomach.
“There’s no hostage,” you said aloud, your eyes going wide with realization, watching his smile turn sickly sweet as he stepped closer.
You stepped backwards, but the heel of your boot hit uneven concrete and you stumbled. He caught your arm before you could regain balance, his fingers digging deep into your jacket sleeve. His other hand slid around your waist, the gesture mockingly intimate.
“Relax,” he whispered. “No one knows you’re here, right? That was the deal.”
The hand on your waist dipped lower, finding your ass and taking a fistful of it. You twisted against his grip, panic rising fast as you fought. Your nails scraped his wrist, but he held on tightly.
“Fucking bitch,” he hissed. “After all the trouble I went through-” Something cracked and he didn’t finish his sentence, instead he staggered forwards, blood splattering against your cheek.
A second later, a metal pipe hit the floor with a dull metallic clatter.
You turned just in time to see Thanos standing behind him, breathing hard, some kind of undeniable rage in his eyes, his shoulders shaking with fury.
“You touch what’s mine,” he growled, “you lose your fucking fingers.”
Your assailant spun around, hand clutching the back of his head. That blow should’ve knocked him out, if not killed him, how was he still standing? Thanos stepped forward and drove a shoed foot into the front of his knee, a sickening crack sent him to the ground.
You took a couple steps back, eyes wide as you watched him. Thanos didn’t seem to care about him once he hit the ground.
“Fucking piece of shit,” Thanos muttered. He turned toward you, blood coating his shirt, his hands, and his face. “You alright?”
You couldn’t speak to answer, shock filling your mind. Another set of footsteps echoed in the room and Namgyu came running in, Myunggi walking behind him.
Namgyu was clutching the pocket knife he got from his time in the Korean Scout Association with both hands. His knuckles were white around it.
“Too late,” he muttered, voice breathy, panicked, “I was too late- fuck, fuck-” His eyes fell to the man on the ground before them and he fell to his knees.
“He touched her?” he asked, not looking up, his grip seeming to tighten on the knife. He took one hand and caressed the man’s face with some kind of false intimacy before plunging the knife into his chest.
He kept stabbing until he was overly sure the man was dead, even though there was no doubt after the second stab… Namgyu pulled his hand away leaving the bloody knife embedded in the man’s chest. He looked up at you with blood on his cheeks and in his hair. His eyes were wide.
“I should’ve been first,” he whispered, “I should’ve cut his fucking hands off-”
Myunggi finally moved from his spot behind Namgyu.
He looked at you. You could hardly feel yourself shaking, but you knew it was happening. Thanos’s hand was running through your hair, grounding you by touch alone, but it barely helped. You had someone else's blood on your body. The glint in Myunggi's eyes was feral.
“Did he hurt you?” Myunggi asked. You shook your head slowly.
“He touched her,” Thanos said before you got a chance to answer, still panting. “내가 처리했어 (naega cheoli-haesseo) [I took care of it].”
“I can see that,” Myunggi didn’t take his eyes off you as he moved forward. “But I didn’t ask you, did I?”
Thanos turned his head back towards you. He raised his hands in mock surrender telling you he didn't actually care.
You shook your head quickly, leaning towards Thanos. He adjusted his position to hold you tightly, seeming to forget about the blood on his front from when he attacked the man as it smeared over your jacket and skin.
Your eyes flick from one man to the next; Thanos next to you, checking you over to make sure you’re okay; Namgyu kneeling on the ground next to a dead body, his body twitching with adrenaline and whatever they were taking earlier; and Myunggi standing there looking all menacing like he does.
“You shouldn’t have lied.” Myunggi stepped the final step towards you, one hand snaking around your waist, brushing over Thanos’s as it passed. “We would have come with you.”
You swallowed hard, your spine pressing into Myunggi’s palm where his hand gripped your lower back. Behind him, Namgyu finally stood. His hands were sticky with blood, trembling at his sides.
“I…” he started, then louder, “I should’ve gone with her. I was with her last night.”
Thanos’s head turned sharply. “Yeah? And what is that supposed to mean?”
Namgyu’s mouth twitched but he didn’t respond.
Thanos let out a sharp bark of laughter, his grip tightening on your hip. “I was inside her on the 젠장 (jenjang) [goddamn] balcony while you were too scared to ask if she wanted to cuddle.” Namgyu flinched at that.
Myunggi tilted his head slightly. “Interesting,” he said. “So all three of us, then?”
Your heart thudded in your throat, but you didn’t say anything. Silence spread around the four of you.
Myunggi looked down at you, his fingers tightening against your other hip. Thanos on one side of you and Myunggi on the other.
“You didn’t tell us,” he said. “You’ve been spreading your legs for all three of us and not one of us knew.”
“That’s not-” you started, but the words died in your throat. You didn’t owe them an explanation, none of you were exclusive and it’s not like you had been sneaky about it. You were wearing Thanos’ hoodie just last week for several days.
Namgyu took a step forward, his eyes wide, and his voice barely above a whisper. “We can share.”
Thanos scoffed, but there was no betrayal in his tone. “You’re acting like we haven’t already.”
“No,” Myunggi said, licking his bottom lip slowly, his eyes unfocused for half a second. “She wants all of us. She can have all of us. You want to fuck her? You do it while we’re watching. You want to kiss her? You wait your turn.”
He turned back to you, fingers tightening at your waist. “You want to be our girl?” His voice dropped to a hush again. “Then be a good girl.”
His hand slid across your back, to your front and up the curve of your side, pausing just beneath your chest. “Right here. In front of the man who tried to take you. With his blood still on the floor.”
Thanos was already licking his teeth, his gaze flicking down your body with nothing but hunger and desire in his eyes.
“Take off her jacket,” Myunggi said without looking back.
Namgyu stepped forward instantly, eager hands rising and brushing against the neckline of your jacket. When you didn’t stop him, he slid your coat from your shoulders carefully. It dropped to the floor behind you with little sound.
Myunggi’s thumb ran across your bottom lip slowly, but your eyes couldn’t leave Thanos. He leaned in, his breath hot on your mouth, pressing his forehead against yours.
Thanos didn’t wait for permission, he never did, but that was something you loved about him. He would stop if you asked, they all would, but you never wanted to stop. Each one of them was perfect in their own way.
He spun you around by the hips, ripping you from Myunggi’s grip. He pushed you down against the nearest crate with a firm hand between your shoulder blades, and shoved your thighs apart with his knee. The crate was just large enough to hold up your torso, your arms and head jutting out over the top. Your hands scrambled against the wooden crate, not quite long enough to reach the floor.
Myunggi nodded his head in your direction, though it wasn’t directed at you. Within moments there was another set of hands on you, stripping you of your pants and underwear as you heard a zipper being undone. Within seconds you felt the warm tip of Thanos’s dick, pressing against your entrance.
“Gonna fuck you so hard you forget that 실패자 (silpaeja) [washout/loser] ever touched you,” he growled, his voice feral.
“Don’t come until I say,” Myunggi cut in.
Thanos froze, his eyes flicking up to stare at Myunggi in anger. Myunggi stood a few feet away, not touching either of you, but watching like it was a private performance staged for his approval. His arms were folded, gloves still on, the faint smear of blood like a badge at his wrist.
“I said,” Myunggi repeated, his eyes darkening, “don’t come. Or I’ll make you watch me and Namgyu take her apart without you.” They stared at each other for a moment.
“Fuck,” he muttered, then pushed forward, burying himself inside you in one rough, brutal thrust that stole the air from your lungs. Your back arched, pushing against Thanos’s hand on your back.
Your cry of pleasure wasn’t the only one though, Thanos had thrown his head back, a groan pouring from his lips. He waited only a moment before sliding out of you, and thrusting back in, another groan pouring from his mouth. His hand gripped your hip hard enough to leave handprint bruises.
Namgyu was circling now, pacing behind Myunggi like a dog on a leash. His pupils were blown wide, jaw flexing with something twitchy and electric beneath his skin.
“She’s so fucking pretty like that,” he muttered, licking his bottom lip, eyes locked on the point where Thanos’s body met yours. “Look at her-” He moaned at just the sight of you, split open on another man's cock.
“Shut up,” Thanos snapped without looking back.
Namgyu laughed. “You’re just mad I know what her moans sound like when she’s coming on my tongue.”
“I said shut up .”
“Both of you,” Myunggi interrupted, still calm, but something about his resolve was breaking, listening to you moan. “You’re here because I allow it.”
Namgyu flinched before laughing. His grin stretched too wide, teeth bared. “Then let me play with her,” he said, voice hungry. “Please, I’ll be good. Just her mouth. Just a little.”
Myunggi turned his head slightly, eyeing him. “You want her mouth?”
Namgyu nodded, practically vibrating. “Just a taste. Let me play. I won’t finish, I swear. I swear .”
Namgyu’s hands flew to his belt the second Myunggi gave the slightest nod. Undoing it and taking his cock in his hand. He was panting before your lips even parted. Namgyu was humming something you couldn’t hear under his breath.
He gripped your chin with blood-slick fingers, guiding himself into your mouth. The second your lips closed around him, a strangled noise moan/laugh caught in his throat.
“Oh fuck- fuck- she’s so- oh god, she’s perfect-”
Behind you, Thanos snarled something unintelligible and shoved himself deeper, his cock grinding against your walls in punishing thrusts. His fingers dug into your hips like he wanted to carve his name there. He had always been the jealous type, possessive. You liked him that way.
“You’re shaking,” he growled. “You gonna come for me? 말해 (malhae) [Tell me/Say it]!”
You would have responded if the conditions were different. If you weren’t moaning around your roommate’s cock.
“Can’t hold it,” Namgyu whimpered. “Myunggi, please - I can’t- her mouth’s too good- please-”
“Don’t even think about it,” Myunggi snapped, stepping forward at last, his sleeves rolled. Heis pupils were blown wide as he licked his lips, staring at you.
Namgyu whined under his breath, his hands gripping into your hair, blood smearing through it. “She’s- she’s-”
“Out,” Myunggi barked and Namgyu froze. “Both of you. Now.”
Namgyu jerked back instantly, stumbling as he pulled out of your mouth. His cock twitched, flushed and wet, so close to the edge it visibly ached. His hands hovered like he didn’t know what to do with them.
“I didn’t,” he gasped. “I didn’t come- I didn’t- I was good- don’t make me stop-” He stayed near you, muttering please a million times under his breath.
Thanos didn’t move at first. His hips still rocking in tight, shallow thrusts as he buried himself in your heat. His eyes were locked on Myunggi, his teeth grinding in protest.
“You trying to ruin the whole fuckin’ thing?” he snarled, voice low and dangerous. “I’ve been holding back- 너 때문에 (neo ttaemun-e) [because of you]. Don’t push it.”
Myunggi took another step forward. “If you’re gonna act like a dog,” he said, voice eerily level, “go finish in the corner where she doesn’t have to see you, mutt.”
Thanos bared his teeth, but he pulled out anyway, with a frustrated grunt and a violent grip to your thigh that left your skin burning.
He stepped back. “Fucking control freak,” he spat under his breath.
“You’ll finish when I say, not a second before,” Myunggi said before turning to you. “On your back.”
You moved automatically, legs shaky as you lay down across the crate, the wood rough against your spine. Myunggi stood over you.
He looked down at your body like he had just remembered it was his. “I want to see your beautiful face.”
Your thighs ached where Thanos had gripped them: marks already blooming beneath the skin. Your scalp throbbed from where Namgyu’s blood-slick fingers had pulled your hair tight, and your jaw buzzed, overstretched and tingling from where he’d thrust so deep you’d started to forget how to breathe.
Your cunt was soaked, pulsing, stretched wide and still fluttering from Thanos’s withdrawal. The air against it felt too cold.
The sweat on your lower back clung to the crate, sticking with each breath. Your nipples tightened under the weight of his gaze and your inner thighs twitched involuntarily, muscles sore and twitchy from being used.
Myunggi watched as your cunt clenched on nothing, still dripping from where Thanos had left you open. Every part of you looked used, and that only seemed to please him more. He reached out and ran his fingers up the inside of your thigh, leaving streaks in the slick he found there.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured, but it didn’t sound like concern. It sounded like admiration. He dragged two fingers on his other hand down your sternum, across your chest, circling your nipple then squeezing just hard enough to make you gasp.
He pressed his thumb against your swollen clit hard enough to make your hips jerk. A broken sound left your mouth. The contact was too much but somehow not enough. It was everything. Your body betrayed your mind, bucking instinctively, like it wanted to move toward him and away from him at the same time.
He trailed his fingers lower, between your folds, spreading them gently to examine what your roomate had left behind. You flinched the slightest bit and he smiled.
“She’s still so responsive,” he said aloud, maybe to the others, maybe just to himself.
Two slow fingers pressed inside dragging against walls not caring if you were already sore. He leaned forward the slightest bit.
“Loosen up for me,” he said softly. “You’re going to take me. All of me.”
You nodded, helpless beneath him.
He slid his fingers out and reached down with his other hand to stroke himself. He only ended up doing a few strokes with his fist before you felt his cock brushing at your entrance. He was panting now, though he hadn’t done anything yet.
He pushed in with terrifying control, the head of his cock dragging against the walls of your cunt. Your body arched instinctively. Your legs trembled around his hips, already threatening to close, but his hands slid beneath your knees and held them spread wide, displayed, yours to give but his to take.
“Look at me,” he murmured.
Myunggi stared at your eyes as he fucked you deeper and harder, his rhythm seemed to stutter into something more… obsessed. You felt it in the way he held you down, the way he muttered mine under his breath like he couldn’t stop himself.
Thanos stopped dead in his tracks, he had been pacing only moments ago. The hand that was stroking his dick stopped as well.
“씨발 뭐야 (sshibal mwo-ya) [what the fuck] did you just say?” he snapped.
Myunggi thrust harder without answering, his eyes never leaving yours. “I said she’s mine.” Thanos’s growl echoed across the warehouse, the sound bounding off the walls and rattling your skull.
Namgyu let out a high, cracked laugh from the side, still kneeling, jerking himself hard, sweat dripping down his temples.
“Stop fighting- stop fucking fighting, she’s right there-”
He moved forward, hands shaking as he reached your side again, mouth dragging along your shoulder as he whispered nonsense and praise and things you couldn’t even make sense of. His cock bumped against your body.
Thanos stepped in close, his knuckles brushing your cheek as he forced you to look at him. “If she’s anyone’s, she’s ours. You don’t get to keep her for yourself.”
Myunggi kept fucking you like he’d die if he stopped, like he couldn’t hear them anymore, but the silence he left behind was read as permission. Thanos grabbed your jaw, forcing your mouth open again, his cock pressing against your lips. You dropped your jaw to take him in, revelling in the groan that spilled from his lips.
Namgyu moaned, leaning over you to kiss your cheek, your throat, your chest, mouthing at your chest as he pumped his hand on his cock desperately. “That’s it,” Myunggi muttered, his breath ragged. “Take us all.”
The sounds of their pleasure blurred together. You were trembling beneath them, your body a live wire, electric pleasure ripping through you.
Myunggi’s thrusts turned punishing, nearly frenzied. “You’re gonna take it from all of us,” he growled “but that should be no surprise to you since you already fucking have.” He punctuated the last three words with dizzying thrusts, your mouth falling open and your eyes rolling back into your head.
You couldn’t really see any of them, not with your eyes closed as Thanos thrust into your mouth, Myunggi thrust into your soaked cunt, and Namgyu jerked himself over your body.
When you felt a new hand on your swollen clit, your back arched off the crate and you moaned around Thanos’ cock. It wasn’t long after that Thanos finished as well, burying his cock in your jaw, his warm cum filling your mouth and spilling out the corners of your lips.
Myunggi’s hands were still pulling your hips to meet his, so it must’ve been Namgyu’s hand on your clit. He was always eager to please. You felt his cock bump against your ribs as he joined you on the crate, his thighs straddling your waist.
Somewhere above you you heard aggressive kissing noises but you were too focused on the sensations taking over your body. Within moments Namgyu was coming, his spend covering your chest. His hand stuttered on your clit before continuing his motions, sending your head spinning.
The overwhelming pleasure taking place at all ends of your body sent you in a spiral. Sex with one of them was good, but you had only dreamed of sex with maybe two of them at once… but three? All three was euphoric.
Your thighs clenched around Myunggi’s hips as he continued his thrusts, but you were hardly paying attention to that as waves of electric pleasure passed through your body, ripping under your skin, tearing moans from your lips. Within moments the feeling became too much, but they didn’t stop. Thaos stayed hilt-deep in your mouth, making out with Namgyu above you.
Myunggi thrust a few more times before finally spilling his seed into you, his hands gripping your sides punishingly. There were sure to be bruises covering every inch of your body in the morning. He pulled out slowly, making sure that you were okay as he helped you back into your outfit. You could feel him leaking down your thighs, but it wasn’t uncomfort you were feeling, more like possession.
The only sound the remained was that of panting breaths, smacking lips, and soft groans as your ears slowly returned to your body. You hadn’t noticed the sound drowning, but all the sudden it was back.
Your body trembled beneath Namgyu’s weight, your chest rising and falling too fast, bordering on hyperventilation. You weren’t crying, not really, but your eyes stung and there were tears on your cheeks, mixing with other bodily fluids.
Thanos was the first to move. He pulled back, running a hand through his sweat-matted purple hair, then looked down at you and clicked his tongue like he was angry at himself for how much he liked how wrecked you were.
Namgyu slowly climbed off you, next to naked and grinning with a half-sick, half-sated look in his eye. Myunggi leaned over and wiped some cum and blood off your jaw. “Still breathing?” he murmured. You nodded, or you tried to, but your throat was sore.
“We should go,” Myunggi said without taking his eyes off you. “... clean up.”
Thanos snorted. “You’re the one that let her go alone , 천재 (cheon jae) [genius].”
Myunggi finally stood, pulling his coat back on. “But she’s not going home alone.”
Thanos leaned over and picked you up without asking, but you didn’t resist. He lifted you with ease. Your body folded into his arms like you belonged there, though you knew better. There was still some blood on him, but there was still blood around your mouth from Namgyu’s cock so it wasn’t a big deal. You could shower at home.
“You’re ours now, you know,” Namgyu said cheerfully, skipping a little behind the two of you as you all moved toward the exit. “No escaping.”
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