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People will lie. People will abandon you. People will hate you for no fucking reason. No matter what you do or what you say, they’ll still find a reason to hate you.
“I’m sorry, Gems. You’re just a one-night stand to me, you know?” his words echoed endlessly inside my head.
A fucking one-night stand.
The night that meant everything to me was nothing more than another night of pleasure for him.
“But I can rate you an eight out of ten. You’re tight as fuck.”
I could still hear the laughter from his friends—the whistling, the suggestive comments, the way they looked at me like I was some kind of entertainment.
“Can I try you too, Gems?” One of his friends, Keng, asked that while staring at me like I was another meal he could taste anytime he wanted.
I gulped down another drink and wiped the tears from my face. If they wanted a fucking game, then I’d give them one.
I walked toward their table, and the first thing I saw was Tle Matimun making out with his boyfriend, Firstone. If I had known he already had a boyfriend, I never would’ve agreed to sleep with him.
That night meant something to me. To him, it meant nothing.
The first person who noticed me was another one of his friends. I forgot his name, but he was one of the people laughing earlier.
“Who wants to fuck me?” The entire table fell silent.
Tle and Firstone immediately stopped kissing, and Firstone looked at me from head to toe. I could feel the scrutiny in his gaze.
“Hmm…” He let out a quiet laugh while looking at me. “My boyfriend fucked you so good that now you’re asking for another one?”
For a second, I wanted to turn around and pretend I never walked up to their table. Pretend I never asked them to fuck me.
But I couldn’t.
I refused to look stupid in front of them.
Yeah, maybe this entire decision was already stupid, but fuck them. I wanted to prove that I was the one in control of my own body.
“I’m not asking your boyfriend to fuck me,” I said coldly. I paused before looking at him in disgust. “I’m asking someone else to fuck me because I couldn’t even feel his dick.” Laughter erupted around the table. Firstone’s glare immediately darkened, and if Tle hadn’t grabbed him fast enough, he probably would’ve tackled me to the floor.
“You bitch—” I laughed again. Damn, it really was easy to piss him off. “Oh? That’s not what your boyfriend called me last night.”
Another round of laughter echoed around us, and somehow, hearing it made me feel a little better.
“Should I post the video, then?” Firstone asked.
It felt like an entire bucket of ice water had been dumped over me.
“The one where you were begging my boyfriend to fuck you harder?” His smirk widened. “Or maybe the video of you sucking him off? His face can’t be seen, but yours definitely can.”
I knew I had gone pale because the smug satisfaction on his face became even more obvious.
“Hey, hey, calm down.” The guy from earlier finally stood up.
He sat casually on top of the table and looked me up and down.
“If he wants to get fucked, I can do it.” He tilted his head slightly. “And don’t worry—I won’t record anything.”
So there really was a video.
“Tsk. You’re too fast, Few. I wanted a turn too.” Whistles and laughter filled the table again.
“How do I know you won’t film me?” I asked quietly. Few smiled, and strangely enough, that smile made me feel safe in a way I couldn’t explain. “Because I hate being filmed.”
That answer alone made me hesitate. If he hated being filmed… did that also mean he wouldn’t want his partner filmed either?
“I’ll let Few fuck you under one condition,” Keng interrupted, cutting through my thoughts.
He handed Few a small transparent bag.
“Take two of these, then Few gets to fuck you…” He motioned toward Tle. “And the video gets deleted too.”
Drugs.
I recognized them immediately because I had seen Tle take one before we slept together last night. Suddenly, everything made sense—why he acted so different, why he seemed completely out of it.
He had been high.
“Two?” Few frowned slightly. “That might be too much for him.” There was hesitation in his eyes, making Keng chuckle. “It’s a different dosage from ours,” Keng replied casually.
Few eventually nodded and slipped the bag into his pocket.
“Do you agree?” he asked, looking back at me. “My place.”
I took a deep breath before nodding.
“Alright.” More whistles and hollers exploded around the table.
Few grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the club, the pounding music slowly fading behind us.
“Are you sure you want this, Gems?” He stopped walking once we reached his car.
I nodded immediately. “I do. This is my choice.” He only shrugged before getting inside the driver’s seat. I followed him silently.
The drive to his place was short, but it felt unbearably long because of the way his hand kept gripping my thigh every few minutes. Each touch sent heat crawling under my skin, making my thoughts even messier than they already were.
Soon, we stopped in front of a well-known condominium building. A valet was already waiting outside. Few casually tossed the keys over before leading me inside. The moment the elevator doors closed, he suddenly pinned me against the wall.
“Take these first.” He held out two red pills. They looked harmless—almost like ordinary vitamins—but my chest tightened with nervousness anyway.
Still, I took them.
His smirk immediately widened.
“Good boy,” he murmured. “Time to enter heaven, my princess.” Then his lips crashed against mine.
His kisses were nothing like Tle’s.
Tle kissed rough, almost selfishly, like he wanted to consume me whole. Few, on the other hand, kissed with control. There was softness in it, but underneath that softness was authority—a quiet reminder that he was the one leading this moment.
I gasped softly when his hand slipped beneath my shirt, his fingers brushing against my bare skin.
He chuckled against my lips before deepening the kiss, slow at first, then hungrier.
The warmth of his body pressed against mine made my thoughts blur. Every touch, every breath, every second inside that elevator felt heavier than it should have.
“Fuck,” he muttered once the elevator dinged open. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me out quickly, but the moment my feet touched the hallway floor, I felt strange.
Light.
Distant.
Like my body was slowly disconnecting from my mind.
“You enjoying this, princess?”
Before I could answer, he pushed me inside his unit. The door slammed shut behind us. Then he pinned me against it once again, capturing my lips in another kiss—this time far more impatient than before.
He started trailing kisses down my neck, and all I could do was let out a soft moan. This felt completely different from when Tle had me beneath him.
Few’s hands roamed across my torso after tossing my shirt somewhere onto the floor. His fingers moved to my zipper, fumbling with it for a moment before finally pulling it down. The second his hand wrapped around my cock, my breath caught
“Already hard, baby?” I could barely answer. My mind felt hazy, like I was floating somewhere above myself because of the overwhelming sensations running through my body.
“You feel good?” I tried to nod. When I opened my eyes, he was smirking at me, his hand still slowly moving
“How about you taste me instead?” He pulled me toward the sofa before sitting down. Then he guided me lower until I was kneeling in front of him
My eyes immediately landed on the obvious bulge beneath his pants.
Few lazily palmed himself while watching me carefully, waiting for me to make the first move
“Go on.”
With shaky hands, I reached for his zipper and slowly pulled it down. He helped push his pants lower, and my breath hitched at the sight of him.
He took my hand and wrapped it around himself. The warmth alone made me shiver
“Bigger than Tle?” he asked teasingly.
I would’ve been lying if I said yes immediately. Tle wasn’t small at all—he was longer—but Few was thicker. The weight and width of him resting in my hands made that obvious enough.
“Start before I lose my patience,” he warned softly.
I swallowed nervously.
Part of me worried that if I hesitated too long, he’d become rougher, so I forced myself to move. I tried holding him with one hand, but it wasn’t enough. When I used both instead, I heard him chuckle quietly above me
“That’s it.” His praise made me bolder.
I started slowly, brushing my tongue against the tip before tasting the saltiness of precum. The sound of his breathing changing encouraged me further
I let my tongue drag downward, tracing along the veins before returning to the tip again. Every small reaction from him—every sharp inhale, every soft sound—made my confidence grow.
Soon, I finally took him into my mouth. Few’s hand immediately settled at the back of my head, guiding me carefully. His hips lifted slightly, causing me to choke around him for a second.
Instead of stopping, I pushed myself further.
I took him deeper until I could feel him against the back of my throat, earning a deep sigh from him.
I reached for his wrist and placed his hand properly in my hair.
Our eyes met.
He understood instantly.
Few leaned back against the sofa, his head tilting as pleasure slowly overtook his expression while he began guiding my movements more firmly.
I focused on breathing through my nose while he used my mouth, but I barely felt anything anymore. My body felt light, almost numb, like I was floating somewhere far away from reality.
I tried reaching for myself, desperate for some kind of grounding sensation, but I couldn’t even move properly. Few’s thrusts became deeper and slower until suddenly he went still. His body tensed above me, and the next thing I knew, warmth filled my mouth.
I swallowed everything without letting a single drop spill. His thumb brushed against the corner of my lips.
“What a good boy, you’re my good boy right princess?”
The praise alone made me melt beneath his touch. I could feel myself smiling faintly, though I wasn’t even sure anymore.
“Let me reward you.” He pulled me into his lap before carrying me toward the bedroom.
A second later, he tossed me onto the bed. The remaining pieces of our clothes ended up scattered across the floor. Despite what happened earlier, he was still hard. Few climbed onto the bed and positioned my legs over his shoulders before pressing slow kisses along my skin.
I shivered immediately at the feeling of his lips against me.
It felt too good. Too perfect.
Part of me wanted him to keep going forever, while another part of me was already growing impatient. A broken sound escaped my throat before I could stop it. I felt his smirk against my skin.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured. “Let me hear you.” I gasped sharply when he suddenly buried his face between my legs. The sensation made my entire body jerk. I could feel his hands holding me open while his mouth explored me with shameless attention. It felt obscene, overwhelming—nothing I had ever imagined experiencing. Yet every touch dragged another helpless sound out of me.
My fingers tangled tightly in his hair because it was the only thing I could hold onto. The noises spilling from my mouth no longer sounded human. Pleasure kept building faster and faster until I tried warning him, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he only continued, pushing me even closer to the edge until my body finally gave in to the sensation completely.
Few lifted himself just enough for me to finally see his face clearly again. My release still stained the corner of his mouth, and the sight alone made heat rush violently through my body.
Without looking away from me, he reached toward the bedside table and grabbed a condom along with a bottle of lube. The quiet confidence in every movement made my stomach twist.
He coated his hand generously before touching me again, and I immediately clenched around the sensation.
“Relax for me, baby,” he murmured. His voice was low, dangerous.
I forced myself to breathe.
The moment my body loosened beneath him, his expression shifted into something darker—something satisfied.
My fingers dug into his shoulders while he worked me open slowly, deliberately, like he enjoyed watching me fall apart piece by piece. Every movement sent another wave of heat through me, leaving me trembling against the sheets.
Too much. Everything felt like too much.
I had already come once tonight, yet my body still reacted desperately to every touch he gave me.
“F-Few…” A smirk pulled at his lips immediately.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Say my name louder.”
The teasing look in his eyes made me burn with humiliation and need all at once.
The room slowly filled with broken sounds—uneven breathing, quiet moans, the sharp creak of the bed every time he shifted closer. My thoughts were turning sluggish again, pleasure mixing dangerously with the floating sensation from earlier.
Then suddenly, he stopped. I let out a weak sound at the loss.
Few looked down at me with pure amusement.
“I already let you come once,” he said softly. “The next time you lose control…” His hand slid possessively across my waist. “It’ll be because of me.”
Before I could even recover from his words, he pulled me closer. The sudden stretch made me gasp sharply, my entire body tensing beneath him. My fingers immediately clawed at his back while he held my hips firmly in place.
Few buried his face near my neck, breathing harder now, but unlike me, he still looked completely in control.
Meanwhile, I felt like I was drowning in sensation. Every movement dragged another helpless sound out of me. The pressure, the heat, the way he held me down like he already knew I couldn’t escape—it all blurred together until I could barely think straight anymore.
The bed shook beneath us, the headboard hitting the wall rhythmically while his grip tightened hard enough to leave bruises by morning.
And through all of it, Few kept his eyes locked on mine, watching every reaction like he wanted to memorize the exact moment I completely fell apart for him.
Few never slowed down.
Every movement felt overwhelming, pleasure crashing through my body so hard that I could barely think straight anymore. His hands wandered everywhere at once—across my skin, along my waist, forcing reactions out of me that I couldn’t control no matter how hard I tried.
Broken sounds kept slipping from my mouth between gasps.
“F-Few…”
“Yes, my princess?” His voice was low against my ear, teasing. “Getting close already?”
The smug amusement in his tone only made my face burn hotter.
I reached for myself instinctively, desperate for release, but he immediately caught my wrist and pulled my hand away.
“No,” he murmured firmly. The smirk on his lips widened as he watched me struggle beneath him.
“You come when I tell you to.”
The words alone sent another violent shiver through me.
Then his pace became rougher again, forcing another helpless sound out of my throat. A second later, he shifted our positions completely until I was left trembling against the bed while he held me firmly in place behind him.
Everything felt too intense—his grip, the heat of his body, the humiliating way he kept controlling every reaction I had. Every time I thought I was about to lose control, he stopped me just enough to keep me hanging there.
“Don’t even think about it,” he warned softly near my ear.
Before I could recover, he suddenly pulled me upright and sat at the edge of the bed with me against him.
“Look at yourself,” he whispered. My eyes lifted toward the mirror across the room, and the sight nearly destroyed what little composure I had left.
I looked completely ruined.
My lips were swollen from kissing, my hair messy and damp with sweat, faint marks already blooming across my skin where he had touched me earlier.
Meanwhile, Few looked far too calm behind me, his expression filled with satisfaction as he watched me fall apart in his arms. One of his hands stayed firmly at my waist while the other tilted my chin upward, forcing me to keep looking.
“That’s it,” he murmured against my neck. “Keep watching.”
I threw my head back against his shoulder, exposing more of my skin to him, and he immediately took advantage of it—his mouth trailing slowly along my neck while his grip tightened possessively around my waist.
The combination of humiliation, pleasure, and the way he handled me so effortlessly left me dizzy enough to forget where my own thoughts even started anymore.
It was too much, yet I didn’t want it to stop.
I needed more.
I wanted more.
I could feel myself getting close again, and to my surprise, he let me. He even moved harder, one hand wrapped around me while the other held me firmly in place.
The next thing I knew, white spilled between us as pleasure crashed through my body all at once.
A moment later, I felt his own release follow.
Afterward, he carried me to the bathroom.
At first, I thought we were finally done, but instead, he made me stand in front of the sink while he pressed himself against me once again.
“Look at me,” he murmured. My eyes lifted toward the mirror.
He kept his gaze locked on mine as he moved, forcing me to watch every reaction written across my face. My broken sounds echoed around the bathroom while steam slowly fogged the mirror behind us.
Everything felt intensified.
Every movement. Every breath. Every touch.
The intimacy of it overwhelmed me more than anything else had tonight.
Tears slipped down my cheeks because of how intense everything felt, yet he never looked away from me—not even once.
“Fuck,” he groaned softly against my shoulder. “I can’t stop fucking you.”
I wanted to laugh at that, but all that came out of me were weak moans while his breathing grew heavier and more uneven.
This time felt different from earlier.
Less controlled. More desperate.
Like he was chasing his own release now instead of simply teasing mine. Then suddenly, it hit both of us at the same time.
He buried himself deep with one final movement before going completely still, his breathing ragged against my neck.
For several seconds, neither of us moved.
Then he slowly pulled away and carried me toward the bathtub.
I thought he wanted another round, but instead, he carefully cleaned me up without saying much.
Afterward, he dressed me in one of his oversized shirts and guided me back to the bedroom. Fresh sheets already covered the bed by the time he laid me down.
Exhaustion weighed heavily on my body now, though I could still feel traces of everything that happened lingering beneath my skin.
Few laid down beside me, facing me quietly.
“Rest for now,” he said softly. “I’ll make sure they delete the video.” I tried to answer, but my throat felt too dry, my body too exhausted to form proper words.
He only chuckled quietly before reaching for his phone. I watched him type a few messages before setting it back down on the bedside table.
I watched him light a cigarette, and my brows immediately furrowed.
“You don’t like cigarettes?” he asked, concern slipping into his voice.
I quickly shook my head. “No… I’m fine with it.” He nodded before taking another drag. The scent of menthol slowly filled the room, mixing with the lingering warmth between us.
I pushed myself up slightly, catching his attention.
One of his brows lifted in question. “What is it?”
Instead of answering, I leaned closer. The moment our lips met again, I tasted the menthol on his tongue. But there was something else beneath it—something warm and strangely addictive that made me want more.
His hand slid along my back as the kiss deepened, slow and messy and lingering. The scent of smoke clung to him, and somehow it only made the moment feel more intimate.
When we finally pulled apart, he looked at me with amused eyes.
“What is it, princess?”
“Y-You taste good,” I admitted quietly.
A low chuckle escaped him before he pulled me into another kiss, this one rougher and more heated than before, though still lazy with exhaustion. Then he held the cigarette out toward me.
“Want to try?” I hesitated before carefully taking it from him. I copied the way he inhaled earlier, but the smoke immediately burned my lungs, making me cough hard.
Few laughed softly.
“Definitely not a smoker.” His fingers tilted my chin upward gently.
“It’s okay.” He took another drag before surprising me completely by pulling my lower lip down slightly and slowly blowing the smoke into my mouth instead.
This time, it didn’t burn as badly.
I simply sat there, stunned, while the faint taste of menthol spread across my tongue again. Few looked at me with obvious amusement dancing in his eyes.
“You like it.” I couldn’t answer him properly, so instead, I kissed him again.
He reacted instantly, flipping our positions until he hovered above me, his legs trapping mine between them while he stared directly into my eyes
“My little princess,” he murmured softly before claiming my lips once more.
And I let him.
I let him kiss me like I already belonged to him.
Somewhere along the way, I realized I had grown addicted to the taste of his lips. Every kiss made it harder to pull away from him.
Eventually, we settled down again. I rested against his chest while his fingers lazily played with my hair.
Then, quietly, he spoke. “Be my partner.”
I didn’t even understand why my answer came so easily.
“Alright.” I didn’t need to see his face to know he smiled. I felt it in the way his entire body relaxed against mine.
“You’re mine now, princess,” he whispered.
And honestly… he didn’t even need to say it. Because somewhere deep inside me, I had already wanted to belong to him from the very beginning.
Maybe I should thank Tle and Firstone for leading me to this after all.