Don't Hate Me 15/?
Title: Don't Hate Me 15/?
Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin, Jaejoong/Yoochun BFF-ery with benefits
Rating: eventual NC-17
Disclaimer: Mine? Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. Damn it.
Warnings: ... um, possible incest and a tiny bit of pedophilia if you really want to think of it that way
Summary: Senior year of high school, Jaejoong's mom gets married. But a new, quiet step-brother isn't going to distract Jaejoong from what's important. Right?
A/N: Check out the AWESOME poster pic hichanchen made for me!!!
Poster credit goes to hichanchen. Thank you, darling! ♥♥♥
“Um, where are we going?” Changmin asked as they bypassed the library.
“Somewhere.”
“Jae.”
“Just follow me.”
“I feel like you’re leading me to my death.”
Jae laughed. “Well, if you want to jump off the roof then, yeah, death will probably follow.”
“We’re-wait, what?”
Jae put his arm around Changmin’s shoulders. “Chunnie and I have come to an understanding about the roof.”
“Wait, what?”
Jae rolled his eyes. He opened the door to the roof and motioned him inside.
“This is Jaechun sacred territory,” Changmin said. “I don’t think I want to.”
“Min. Seriously? With our parents home? Come on.”
Jae left him there, the door clanged heavy behind him. After two flights of stairs, he heard it open again and smiled. Changmin ran up the stairs, skipping every other one to catch up. They walked in silence and then Jae opened the door for him. Jae went immediately to the railing and lit a cigarette.
“This is weird,” Changmin said.
“Why?”
“Because-god, well, my first day here, Taemin was like, and this is the door to the roof. You can’t go up there. Only JaeChun goes up there. I asked who JaeChun was and he looked at me like I was insane and proceeded to tell me about two of the most popular guys at school, and then I realized one of them was you.”
Jae smiled. “Yeah, we’ve pretty much had our way with whatever we wanted the last two years.”
“Why is that?” Changmin asked. “I mean, popularity in general, I just don’t get it.”
“You’re popular.”
“Only because I’m your step brother.”
Jae grinned. “I’m popular because my sisters were popular. Yoochun is popular because he’s my best friend. Yunho is popular because his family is rich. Junsu and Junho are popular because they’re gorgeous and all around nice guys. You should write a dissertation on the psychological phenomenon that is popularity.”
Changmin rolled his eyes.
“Or you can write one on the psychological effects of fantastic sex.”
“I’d have to have fantastic sex first,” Changmin said with a grin.
Jae’s eyebrow rose. “Oh really?”
“Yeah. I mean … can’t write about something you don’t know, right?”
Jae stalked toward him, grabbed his school tie and pulled him down for a kiss. “Care to have some fantastic sex right now?”
Changmin looked serious for a moment, and then glanced around the roof. “Sure. If you see someone willing, let me-“
Jae growled and grabbed Changmin’s crotch. Changmin broke off with a meep, and moaned when Jae kissed him. Jae walked them backwards, until they were sitting on the concrete rail that wrapped around some type of air circulation contraption. Min sat and Jae sat in his lap and kissed him again, trying not to think of how weird it was to be there with Changmin and not Yoochun. He loosened Changmin’s tie, acted like he was taking it off, but forced it into his mouth instead and tightened it.
“There,” Jae said, licking Changmin’s lips around it. “Now you can shut up and enjoy fantastic sex.”
Changmin said something that sound like, ‘I hate you’, and then his head tilted back as Jae kissed down his neck. Jae unbuttoned his shirt, slipping fingers past the fabric to tweak and pinch Changmin’s nipples. He was about to lick one when the roof door opened.
“Oh my god, Jae,” Yoochun said and then stopped. “Oops. Sorry, but oh my god, this is way, way, way more important.”
Jae sighed and leaned back, half thankful for the distraction. “God, it better be.”
Yoochun smirked. “Your fault you didn’t lock the door, babe. Come on. You have to see this for yourself.”
“Um, Chun, busy here.”
“Dude, you can come to my house later and fuck him if you need to. This is so worth it.”
Jae looked at Changmin. Changmin’s eyes were murderous, so Jae smiled and kissed his upper lip.
“Nice touch with the tie, Jae,” Yoochun said as Jae took it out of Changmin’s mouth.
“I may have to hate him,” Changmin muttered under his breath.
“Don’t. Later, we’ll just come all over his bed and not clean it up.”
“Hey, that’s gro-kinda hot,” Yoochun said with a leer at Changmin. “Remind me to turn on my webcam.”
Jae laughed and got off Changmin’s lap. He straightened his clothes, and then they followed Yoochun downstairs.
“Where are we going?”
“Nurse’s office.”
“What? Why?”
“You’ll see.”
Yoochun sped up a little bit. Lips spread in a grin. It wasn’t always a good thing when Yoochun smiled like that. When they arrived, he opened the door with a flourish.
Jae walked in and stopped just as quickly. Changmin ran into him.
Yunho was on a bed. His eye was black, and he had a bloody towel held up to his nose. Junsu had his twin brother pinned to the wall with a stare. Only Yunho looked at them when they came in.
“What’s going on?” Jae asked.
Yunho answered something in gibberish from behind the towel.
Junsu shot him a look of irritation. “He tried to kiss Junho and Junho punched him.”
“The idiot did it in the middle of the hall,” Junho said in his defense.
“So? You fucker. You don’t go around punching people you like.”
“Woah, wait, like?” Jae said.
Yoochun laughed. “Isn't it awesome? We can call them HoHo.”
Jae shook his head. “Someone explain, please.”
Junsu turned to face him. “My brother is just about as gay as I am, but he said he’d never tell anyone, and then today, Yunho, who he’s been mad crushing on since we were twelve, decides to kiss him. In the middle of the hall, surrounded by every soccer player and all the girls. So Junho hit him. And of course, I had to pull him off and then escort the two of them here.”
“Yunho, you’re kinda stupid,” Jae said.
He started talking again.
Yoochun shook his head and pulled the towel away from his mouth. “There. Now talk.”
“Well, Jae, I made a mistake with you, right?” Yunho said, “by hiding it. I didn’t want him to feel used, I mean, yeah, I probably should have talked to him first, but he was just standing there all sexy and-”
Junho whimpered. “God, he thinks I’m sexy.”
Junsu patted his shoulder. “Be calm, bro. He’s still hurt.”
“I don’t care, he called me sexy.”
And then since Junsu wasn’t paying too much attention to him, Junho dodged around him, and ended up kneeling by Yunho’s bed.
“You are sexy,” Yunho said.
“So are you.”
They kissed, and Junho whimpered.
“Anyone else besides me want to throw up?” Changmin asked.
The others laughed.
Jae glared at Yoochun. “You interrupted roof sex for this?”
“You didn’t lock the door,” Yoochun said with a grin.
Jae rolled his eyes. “Come on, Min. Might as well spend a little bit of time studying before we go make use of Yoochun’s bedroom.”
Junsu jerked in surprise. “Wait, what?”
“Ask your boyfriend,” Jae said.
Yoochun looked sheepish and then gave Junsu a it’s not big deal please don’t hate me smile. “They’re coming over after school.”
Junsu scowled. “What about us?”
Yoochun turned to the two still kissing on the bed. “Yo, HoHo.” He broke off to giggle, and then smacked the back of Yunho’s head when they didn’t answer.
“Ow, what? I’ve already been hit enough today.”
“You deserve it. Look, take Junho back to your house for a little while.”
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
“Okay.”
Junho whimpered and Yunho smiled and went back to kissing him.
“There,” Yoochun said. “We’ll go to Junsu’s, and you two can occupy Junho’s room.”
“Oh, no, Chunnie,” Jae said. “We’re going to come all over your bed. Not his.”
Yoochun shivered. “God, that should disgust me.”
“Yes, it should,” Junsu said with a pout.
“Does it disgust you?”
Junsu tried not to smile. “No.”
[o]
Later that night, Jaejoong and Changmin sat at the kitchen table, studying. Jae had no time to be nervous about the final score on the calculus test he’d taken; he had an English test the next day. It was the only subject that it seemed like he knew more than Changmin did. Changmin’s English was good, but Jae had been speaking it for longer, and he had Yoochun (who lived in the United States until he was ten) as a best friend.
“Changmin, I need to speak with you.” They both glanced up at Kangwon, and Jaejoong’s eyes immediately narrowed. The man was acting way too pleased with himself.
“Okay.”
Kangwon glared at Jaejoong. “Alone.”
Changmin stood up and followed his father away. There were footsteps on the stairs.
The words on the page blurred the longer they were gone. All he could think about was the look in Changmin’s dad’s eyes. If that bastard hurts--
“I fucking hate you! You can’t do this to me!”
“You watch your tongue. See I told you that boy-“
“Leave Jae out of this. This isn’t fair.”
“It’s for your own good.”
“I hate you! I hate you!”
Footsteps pounded down the stairs, and then the door slammed. Jae barreled down the hall. “Min?” He put his shoes on, but someone grabbed his arm.
“You leave my son alone,” he snapped.
Jae jerked his arm out of the hold. “Keep your hands off me, asshole.”
When he tried again, Jae sidestepped him and ran out of the house. It was raining. Fuck, and he doubted Changmin had grabbed a coat. He took off down the road. Shouts followed him, but he ignored them.
Fuck, Minnie, where are you?
Jae cursed himself for not bringing his phone to try and call him. He kept running, trying to think if Changmin had ever said anything about a place nearby where he would go. He couldn’t, so he headed to Yoochun’s house. If all three of them looked for him, then they’d find him faster. And maybe Yoochun could call him.
He splashed through puddles, and by the time, he reached Yoochun’s doorstep he was soaked. He pounded on the door.
Yoowhan answered. “Jae-“
“Where’s Chunnie?” he asked, gasping.
“In his room.”
Jae barreled up the stairs.
“But he’s with Junsu!”
Jae didn’t care. He tried the door and grumbled when it was locked. He pounded on it. “Yoochun! You have two seconds to open this door and then I’m breaking the doorknob.”
“Fuck,” Junsu shouted. “What the hell?”
“Changmin … Changmin’s missing. Please, I can’t find him.”
“Shit,” Yoochun muttered. A moment later, he swung the door open. He was only wearing jeans, and Junsu was on the bed, sheet covering his lap.
“Sorry, I just-“
“God, you’re soaked,” Yoochun said, pulling him into the room. “You must be freezing.”
“Don’t care. Min, just … he left. I can’t … please call him. I don’t have my phone.”
“Sit down, come on, Jae. Sit.”
Firm hands pressed him to the bed and then a blanket draped around his shoulders. God, if he was cold … Changmin had been in sleep pants and a tank top.
Yoochun’s voice filled the fuzziness in his head. “Hey, Minnie. Hey, hey, calm down. Where are you? … Are you hurt? … Okay, can you come to my house? Jae is here, worried … okay. No. You stay there. I’ll be right there, okay? Don’t leave.”
Yoochun shut his phone and kneeled in front of Jaejoong. “He’s at the junior high. I’m going to go pick him up.”
Jae hugged him. “Thanks, Yoochun.”
Yoochun left, but there were still warm arms around him. Saying something.
“Come on, Jae,” Junsu said, tugging on the blanket. “You need to get out of those clothes. You’re soaking.”
Jae lifted his arms and his shirt landed with a squelch on the floor, but when he still barely reacted, Junsu sighed.
A hand sliced across his cheek, and Jae turned fiery eyes to Junsu. He smirked. “There you are. You need to get out of your clothes. You’re freezing.”
“Fuck off,” Jae muttered, but still started pulling his jeans off. He was shivering almost immediately. Junsu wrapped the blanket around his skin and rubbed his hands up and down Jae’s arms and back.
“Come on. Lay down.”
Jae did as ordered, teeth chattering, and he let Junsu hold him after throwing another blanket over him.
“Tell me what happened?”
“We were studying,” Jae whispered, “in the kitchen, and he said he had to talk to Min alone, and so I went up to my room, and then just started shouting, and Changmin left.”
“Try to calm down. Yoochun will get him.”
Jae buried his face into Junsu’s chest, body shaking more from worry now than the cold.
Part 16: Coming to a decision
Part 14: Dealing without you
Part 13: Stretching Out Time
Part 12: Making amends
Part 11: Fighting to Understand
Part 10: Fucking ... yeah, fucking
Part 9: Solving Stupid Problems
Part 8: Hitting your Face
Part 7: Protecting What's Mine
Part 6: Thrusting Into Insanity
Part 5: Kissing away your Tears
Part 4: Moaning Into Kisses
Part 3: Succumbing to the Pressure
Part 2: Trying to Hold Back
Part 1: Getting to Know You
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Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin, Jaejoong/Yoochun BFF-ery with benefits
Rating: eventual NC-17
Disclaimer: Mine? Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. Damn it.
Warnings: ... um, possible incest and a tiny bit of pedophilia if you really want to think of it that way
Summary: Senior year of high school, Jaejoong's mom gets married. But a new, quiet step-brother isn't going to distract Jaejoong from what's important. Right?
A/N: Check out the AWESOME poster pic hichanchen made for me!!!
Poster credit goes to hichanchen. Thank you, darling! ♥♥♥
“Um, where are we going?” Changmin asked as they bypassed the library.
“Somewhere.”
“Jae.”
“Just follow me.”
“I feel like you’re leading me to my death.”
Jae laughed. “Well, if you want to jump off the roof then, yeah, death will probably follow.”
“We’re-wait, what?”
Jae put his arm around Changmin’s shoulders. “Chunnie and I have come to an understanding about the roof.”
“Wait, what?”
Jae rolled his eyes. He opened the door to the roof and motioned him inside.
“This is Jaechun sacred territory,” Changmin said. “I don’t think I want to.”
“Min. Seriously? With our parents home? Come on.”
Jae left him there, the door clanged heavy behind him. After two flights of stairs, he heard it open again and smiled. Changmin ran up the stairs, skipping every other one to catch up. They walked in silence and then Jae opened the door for him. Jae went immediately to the railing and lit a cigarette.
“This is weird,” Changmin said.
“Why?”
“Because-god, well, my first day here, Taemin was like, and this is the door to the roof. You can’t go up there. Only JaeChun goes up there. I asked who JaeChun was and he looked at me like I was insane and proceeded to tell me about two of the most popular guys at school, and then I realized one of them was you.”
Jae smiled. “Yeah, we’ve pretty much had our way with whatever we wanted the last two years.”
“Why is that?” Changmin asked. “I mean, popularity in general, I just don’t get it.”
“You’re popular.”
“Only because I’m your step brother.”
Jae grinned. “I’m popular because my sisters were popular. Yoochun is popular because he’s my best friend. Yunho is popular because his family is rich. Junsu and Junho are popular because they’re gorgeous and all around nice guys. You should write a dissertation on the psychological phenomenon that is popularity.”
Changmin rolled his eyes.
“Or you can write one on the psychological effects of fantastic sex.”
“I’d have to have fantastic sex first,” Changmin said with a grin.
Jae’s eyebrow rose. “Oh really?”
“Yeah. I mean … can’t write about something you don’t know, right?”
Jae stalked toward him, grabbed his school tie and pulled him down for a kiss. “Care to have some fantastic sex right now?”
Changmin looked serious for a moment, and then glanced around the roof. “Sure. If you see someone willing, let me-“
Jae growled and grabbed Changmin’s crotch. Changmin broke off with a meep, and moaned when Jae kissed him. Jae walked them backwards, until they were sitting on the concrete rail that wrapped around some type of air circulation contraption. Min sat and Jae sat in his lap and kissed him again, trying not to think of how weird it was to be there with Changmin and not Yoochun. He loosened Changmin’s tie, acted like he was taking it off, but forced it into his mouth instead and tightened it.
“There,” Jae said, licking Changmin’s lips around it. “Now you can shut up and enjoy fantastic sex.”
Changmin said something that sound like, ‘I hate you’, and then his head tilted back as Jae kissed down his neck. Jae unbuttoned his shirt, slipping fingers past the fabric to tweak and pinch Changmin’s nipples. He was about to lick one when the roof door opened.
“Oh my god, Jae,” Yoochun said and then stopped. “Oops. Sorry, but oh my god, this is way, way, way more important.”
Jae sighed and leaned back, half thankful for the distraction. “God, it better be.”
Yoochun smirked. “Your fault you didn’t lock the door, babe. Come on. You have to see this for yourself.”
“Um, Chun, busy here.”
“Dude, you can come to my house later and fuck him if you need to. This is so worth it.”
Jae looked at Changmin. Changmin’s eyes were murderous, so Jae smiled and kissed his upper lip.
“Nice touch with the tie, Jae,” Yoochun said as Jae took it out of Changmin’s mouth.
“I may have to hate him,” Changmin muttered under his breath.
“Don’t. Later, we’ll just come all over his bed and not clean it up.”
“Hey, that’s gro-kinda hot,” Yoochun said with a leer at Changmin. “Remind me to turn on my webcam.”
Jae laughed and got off Changmin’s lap. He straightened his clothes, and then they followed Yoochun downstairs.
“Where are we going?”
“Nurse’s office.”
“What? Why?”
“You’ll see.”
Yoochun sped up a little bit. Lips spread in a grin. It wasn’t always a good thing when Yoochun smiled like that. When they arrived, he opened the door with a flourish.
Jae walked in and stopped just as quickly. Changmin ran into him.
Yunho was on a bed. His eye was black, and he had a bloody towel held up to his nose. Junsu had his twin brother pinned to the wall with a stare. Only Yunho looked at them when they came in.
“What’s going on?” Jae asked.
Yunho answered something in gibberish from behind the towel.
Junsu shot him a look of irritation. “He tried to kiss Junho and Junho punched him.”
“The idiot did it in the middle of the hall,” Junho said in his defense.
“So? You fucker. You don’t go around punching people you like.”
“Woah, wait, like?” Jae said.
Yoochun laughed. “Isn't it awesome? We can call them HoHo.”
Jae shook his head. “Someone explain, please.”
Junsu turned to face him. “My brother is just about as gay as I am, but he said he’d never tell anyone, and then today, Yunho, who he’s been mad crushing on since we were twelve, decides to kiss him. In the middle of the hall, surrounded by every soccer player and all the girls. So Junho hit him. And of course, I had to pull him off and then escort the two of them here.”
“Yunho, you’re kinda stupid,” Jae said.
He started talking again.
Yoochun shook his head and pulled the towel away from his mouth. “There. Now talk.”
“Well, Jae, I made a mistake with you, right?” Yunho said, “by hiding it. I didn’t want him to feel used, I mean, yeah, I probably should have talked to him first, but he was just standing there all sexy and-”
Junho whimpered. “God, he thinks I’m sexy.”
Junsu patted his shoulder. “Be calm, bro. He’s still hurt.”
“I don’t care, he called me sexy.”
And then since Junsu wasn’t paying too much attention to him, Junho dodged around him, and ended up kneeling by Yunho’s bed.
“You are sexy,” Yunho said.
“So are you.”
They kissed, and Junho whimpered.
“Anyone else besides me want to throw up?” Changmin asked.
The others laughed.
Jae glared at Yoochun. “You interrupted roof sex for this?”
“You didn’t lock the door,” Yoochun said with a grin.
Jae rolled his eyes. “Come on, Min. Might as well spend a little bit of time studying before we go make use of Yoochun’s bedroom.”
Junsu jerked in surprise. “Wait, what?”
“Ask your boyfriend,” Jae said.
Yoochun looked sheepish and then gave Junsu a it’s not big deal please don’t hate me smile. “They’re coming over after school.”
Junsu scowled. “What about us?”
Yoochun turned to the two still kissing on the bed. “Yo, HoHo.” He broke off to giggle, and then smacked the back of Yunho’s head when they didn’t answer.
“Ow, what? I’ve already been hit enough today.”
“You deserve it. Look, take Junho back to your house for a little while.”
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
“Okay.”
Junho whimpered and Yunho smiled and went back to kissing him.
“There,” Yoochun said. “We’ll go to Junsu’s, and you two can occupy Junho’s room.”
“Oh, no, Chunnie,” Jae said. “We’re going to come all over your bed. Not his.”
Yoochun shivered. “God, that should disgust me.”
“Yes, it should,” Junsu said with a pout.
“Does it disgust you?”
Junsu tried not to smile. “No.”
[o]
Later that night, Jaejoong and Changmin sat at the kitchen table, studying. Jae had no time to be nervous about the final score on the calculus test he’d taken; he had an English test the next day. It was the only subject that it seemed like he knew more than Changmin did. Changmin’s English was good, but Jae had been speaking it for longer, and he had Yoochun (who lived in the United States until he was ten) as a best friend.
“Changmin, I need to speak with you.” They both glanced up at Kangwon, and Jaejoong’s eyes immediately narrowed. The man was acting way too pleased with himself.
“Okay.”
Kangwon glared at Jaejoong. “Alone.”
Changmin stood up and followed his father away. There were footsteps on the stairs.
The words on the page blurred the longer they were gone. All he could think about was the look in Changmin’s dad’s eyes. If that bastard hurts--
“I fucking hate you! You can’t do this to me!”
“You watch your tongue. See I told you that boy-“
“Leave Jae out of this. This isn’t fair.”
“It’s for your own good.”
“I hate you! I hate you!”
Footsteps pounded down the stairs, and then the door slammed. Jae barreled down the hall. “Min?” He put his shoes on, but someone grabbed his arm.
“You leave my son alone,” he snapped.
Jae jerked his arm out of the hold. “Keep your hands off me, asshole.”
When he tried again, Jae sidestepped him and ran out of the house. It was raining. Fuck, and he doubted Changmin had grabbed a coat. He took off down the road. Shouts followed him, but he ignored them.
Fuck, Minnie, where are you?
Jae cursed himself for not bringing his phone to try and call him. He kept running, trying to think if Changmin had ever said anything about a place nearby where he would go. He couldn’t, so he headed to Yoochun’s house. If all three of them looked for him, then they’d find him faster. And maybe Yoochun could call him.
He splashed through puddles, and by the time, he reached Yoochun’s doorstep he was soaked. He pounded on the door.
Yoowhan answered. “Jae-“
“Where’s Chunnie?” he asked, gasping.
“In his room.”
Jae barreled up the stairs.
“But he’s with Junsu!”
Jae didn’t care. He tried the door and grumbled when it was locked. He pounded on it. “Yoochun! You have two seconds to open this door and then I’m breaking the doorknob.”
“Fuck,” Junsu shouted. “What the hell?”
“Changmin … Changmin’s missing. Please, I can’t find him.”
“Shit,” Yoochun muttered. A moment later, he swung the door open. He was only wearing jeans, and Junsu was on the bed, sheet covering his lap.
“Sorry, I just-“
“God, you’re soaked,” Yoochun said, pulling him into the room. “You must be freezing.”
“Don’t care. Min, just … he left. I can’t … please call him. I don’t have my phone.”
“Sit down, come on, Jae. Sit.”
Firm hands pressed him to the bed and then a blanket draped around his shoulders. God, if he was cold … Changmin had been in sleep pants and a tank top.
Yoochun’s voice filled the fuzziness in his head. “Hey, Minnie. Hey, hey, calm down. Where are you? … Are you hurt? … Okay, can you come to my house? Jae is here, worried … okay. No. You stay there. I’ll be right there, okay? Don’t leave.”
Yoochun shut his phone and kneeled in front of Jaejoong. “He’s at the junior high. I’m going to go pick him up.”
Jae hugged him. “Thanks, Yoochun.”
Yoochun left, but there were still warm arms around him. Saying something.
“Come on, Jae,” Junsu said, tugging on the blanket. “You need to get out of those clothes. You’re soaking.”
Jae lifted his arms and his shirt landed with a squelch on the floor, but when he still barely reacted, Junsu sighed.
A hand sliced across his cheek, and Jae turned fiery eyes to Junsu. He smirked. “There you are. You need to get out of your clothes. You’re freezing.”
“Fuck off,” Jae muttered, but still started pulling his jeans off. He was shivering almost immediately. Junsu wrapped the blanket around his skin and rubbed his hands up and down Jae’s arms and back.
“Come on. Lay down.”
Jae did as ordered, teeth chattering, and he let Junsu hold him after throwing another blanket over him.
“Tell me what happened?”
“We were studying,” Jae whispered, “in the kitchen, and he said he had to talk to Min alone, and so I went up to my room, and then just started shouting, and Changmin left.”
“Try to calm down. Yoochun will get him.”
Jae buried his face into Junsu’s chest, body shaking more from worry now than the cold.
Part 16: Coming to a decision
Part 14: Dealing without you
Part 13: Stretching Out Time
Part 12: Making amends
Part 11: Fighting to Understand
Part 10: Fucking ... yeah, fucking
Part 9: Solving Stupid Problems
Part 8: Hitting your Face
Part 7: Protecting What's Mine
Part 6: Thrusting Into Insanity
Part 5: Kissing away your Tears
Part 4: Moaning Into Kisses
Part 3: Succumbing to the Pressure
Part 2: Trying to Hold Back
Part 1: Getting to Know You
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