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“INescapable” - Part Two of the I.N Saga
Genre: Smut, romance, maybe a little angst/drama
Summary: Last time we left off, Jeongin finally had a taste of the forbidden fruit, and now your worst fears were confirmed: he's gotten bold. He's tasted blood, and he wants more. How much more could he possibly want? How far is he willing to go, to get you to give in and give him what he wants, what you both want? You enjoy the chase, but how long do you think Jeongin will wait and put up with your running? And what role does your boyfriend have to play in everything that's happened?
You couldn't sleep.
It hadn't been the first time a night passed in which you found yourself staring up at the dark ceiling in your bedroom, sleep eluding you.
It had been a number of weeks after the incident in the kitchen, in which Jeongin, your boyfriend Chan's younger brother, finally got tired of the cat-and-mouse game the two of you had been playing, and cornered you in the kitchen, and dropped to his knees in front of you and ate you out like it was the only thing he had wanted to do his entire life.
You still couldn't believe that the little bastard had made you squirt on his very first attempt.
Even Chan hadn't been that successful his first go-round. Not that you would dare give your boyfriend's younger brother the satisfaction of knowing that he'd made you squirt the very first time he'd tasted you. You'd been mortified at the mess Jeongin had made of you on that kitchen table, where the three of you ate your meals, how he'd dove between your legs with a hunger you had never seen in him before.
You'd tried so hard to fight his advances, tried to deny the primal urges rising within you whenever he'd looked at you. You'd tried to write them off as discomfort, but you'd discovered that it was your own dark urges rising up to match Jeongin's every time he brushed against you, every time he sent you a scorching look. The shiver that would run up your spine was inhuman. The desire that pooled in your belly at the sight of his dark eyes, blazing, starving, as he devoured you, lapping up your arousal and coming back for more, until you were a writhing mess beneath him, until you came on his face.
Now, you could barely look him in the face without thinking of that night. Couldn't stand seeing the knowing look in his eyes, how he would subtly lick his lips whenever he saw you after that, almost as if he could still taste you on his tongue; couldn't stomach the taunting smirk constantly on his face now, as if he knew that you would open your legs to him again whenever he wanted it.
So you'd done your best to avoid him, limiting the time you spent over at Chan's house, insisting on spending more time either at your home, or the studio, or anywhere else. Literally anywhere but at his house, where his little brother continued to haunt you.
Next to you, Chan shifted in bed, settling back into a restful sleep, and you looked over at him, marveling at the wonderful man lying next to you. Chan had been more than understanding during the whole matter, of course, especially after you'd come to him to confess what had happened between you and his brother. Chan had been wonderful, as he always was, hadn't blamed you for what happened, and had even praised you for being honest and coming to him to tell him the truth of what had happened.
Somehow, that made you feel even worse. Because Chan had encouraged the chase, and Jeongin had taken things further than they should have gone. You hadn't seen him as anything more than a friend before, your boyfriend's brother, but he insisted that there had been more there, forced you to admit feelings that you had buried down so deeply that you hadn't even realized yourself that they were there. Now that Jeongin forced them into the open, forced you to acknowledge that there was at least something there, you knew that he wasn't going to let it go.
He wasn't going to stop at just one taste of you.
You could see it in his eyes, he wanted more. And he would do everything within his power to have more.
And, God, you didn't want to give in.
But the thought of him between your legs intrigued you as much as it annoyed you.
Because you weren't sure you could fight him for much longer.