NO BITCHES?
SUMMARY: When you met Eric, youâd thought he was just another frat boy, looking to get into any womanâs pants (particularly yours at that moment). You never wouldâve thought that he was just a loser who really liked FNAF and just thought you were pretty.
GENRE: smut, fluff, crack, mild angst
PAIRING: Eric Sohn x afab!reader (ft hak, sunwoo, sunwoo's gf, and sangyeon)
WC: 10.5k (there go my plans of proving Ally wrong)
SERIES MASTERLIST
PERM TAGLIST: @juyeonszn @winterchimez
18+ MDNI AGLESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED
WARNINGS: um... okay so virgin!eric, kinda dom!reader, eric's a fucking loser, reader kinda makes fun of him at first for being a virgin, reader kinda teaches eric about everything from kissing to uh...yeah, dry humping, kissing, making out, oral (m and f receiving), eric cums in his pants, eric plays fnaf, um...public making out? public fingering?, multiple orgasms, eric goes from little virgin boy to I TOLD YOU WE NEEDED MORE GLITTER real fast, sunwoo slander, sunwoo's annoying in this idk, eric's a dumb gamer boy who needs desperate help from the boy who concussed his gf (cough sunwoo), slight bit of miscommunication?, eric cries (ummmm dacryphilia?), reader also cries (again...dacryphilia?), edging el oh el, sunwoo and. reader know the importance of CONSENT, i think that's all the important stuff
A/N: I'm never gonna beat the allegations... ally will always think i bias eric. Anyway, happy birthday to my little munchkin princess eric sohn đ„°đ„°
Eric was practically shaking as he approached you. Scratch that, he was definitely shaking but he could blame the ripples covering the drinks in his hand on the pumping base. It thrummed in his veins, or maybe that was his pulse steadily increasing when he locked eyes with you.
You. His gorgeous, intelligent, perfectâŠ
Lab partner. You were his lab partner and at that very moment, nothing more. At least, not in your eyes. Eric, though? He was enamored by you. The way you laugh, the teasing grin when he does something wrong and you scold him, the way your body looks in that dressâ
âHi.â You look away from your friends and face him, a curious look on your face. Heâs starting to feel warm. Was it warm in here? He thinks heâs starting to sweat, and can feel something drip down the back of his neck.
âHiâŠ?â Your hands are empty, and Eric forces himself not to jump up and down with glee that he doesnât have to make the excuse of having two drinks for himself.Â
âIâmâ Do youââ He stutters, and heat begins to spread from his neck to his cheeks as your friends giggle. You just smile. A kind smile that has his body slowly relaxing the more he looks at your face. âDo you wanna drinkâ I meanâ fuck, I meant do you want a drink. Notâ not do you wanna drinkâ I mean that couldâ that is also a question, butââ
More laughter from your friends and Eric suddenly thinks heâs gonna throw up all over you, your dress, and his nice white button-up shirt that heâd forced Sangyeon to iron for him.Â
âThank you, Eric.â You say, reaching for the cup in his left hand. Your fingers brush against his, and his knees begin to wobble visibly. Your smile disappears into a concerned frown, and suddenly Ericâs attention is on your lips. He isnât paying attention to his surroundings anymore. Canât find himself caring that your friends are still laughing at the scenario, nor that you shoo them away.Â
âEric?â Your hand waves in front of his face, effectively catching the boyâs attention. âAre you okay?â Â
âYeah!â Eric says it far too quickly, knowing immediately that you donât believe him. Fortunately, one of his many charms is that heâs very good at lying to people. âIâm perfectly fine. Why do you ask?âÂ
You giggle, and itâs the sweetest sound that heâs ever heard.
âYou justâ you seem a little uncomfortable right now.â You lean close to him, scanning his face under the flashing lights. You can hardly make out his features under the colors. Blue, purple, red, white, green, yellow. All the colors under the rainbow covered his face and changed every few seconds. When they flashed white, you swear you can see a flush in his cheeks.Â
âWhy would I be uncomfortable?â He leans toward you with a sudden surge of confidence that has your heart pounded a bit. âWhy would I ever be uncomfortable around the most beautiful girl in the building?â
And there it is, folks, you think. Your eye twitches, something so subtle that Eric fails to catch it. The irritation, the disappointment.Â
âAh, I see.â You grimace, and Eric begins to panic again.Â
âWhatâ did I upset you?â He asks, and you roll your eyes.Â
âEric, if you wanna get into my pants youâre gonna have to try better than that.âÂ
Ericâs heart drops to the floor, his face flushing even more as he begins to panic. He stutters, he tries to backtrack, he tries to explain himself. You, however, are hearing none of it. Not a single word that comes out of his mouth reaches your ears.Â
âStop, Eric.â You snap and his mouth snaps shut. âJustâŠJust stop.âÂ
You set the cup heâd given you down on the table, and he stares at it dumbly while you storm away to find your friends again. The amber liquid in the cup sloshes with the base echoing around it and the loud noise of partygoers around him.Â
He watches it spill over the lip of the cup, and then sets his own cup down next to it, turning around to return to the party but the weight of crushing rejection sits uncomfortably on his chest.Â
Itâs two days later when you see Eric again. Monday morning, an 8AM Physics lecture that no one wants to be in. Two weeks into the semester, and almost twenty people had already dropped the class. He walks in with a black hat covering his head, and a white tee shirt covering his torso. Itâs certainly not clothing suitable for the cold air of early February, but heâd been unable to do his laundry over the weekend due to the parties on Friday and Saturday and the neverending clean-up that occurred on Sunday.Â
He spots you, tucked well into the second row, and his eyes light up. Yours, on the other hand, narrow. You keep your gaze on him while he makes his way up to you as quickly as possible, hoping to have a chance to talk to you before the lecture begins.Â
âHey,â he grins at you, gently setting his bag on the chair to his left and turning to face you. Your eyes are still narrowed with suspicion. âHow was your weekend?âÂ
How was your weekend? Itâs as if the both of you hated that question; one of you cringing with something close to disgust, the other with something like horror. Is he stupid?
âIt was fine,â you tell him curtly. Eric frowns, leaning back in his chair when you turn your gaze to the front.Â
âDid I do something wrong?â He blurts out, and your shoulders sag. Was that the wrong thing to ask? Did he do something wrong?
âDid you seriously just ask me that?â You hiss out, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. He opens his mouth to speak, but he has a hard time finding the words. What is he even supposed to say? What if you think heâs an asshole for not knowing what was wrong? What if you never smile at him again?
âIâ honestly I really donât know!â You scoff and Eric sits up, leaning forward on the table to get a better view of your face. You can see the pout, see the way his eyebrows knit together in what you can only assume is faux confusion. Thereâs no way he doesnât know what he did.
âYouâre unbelievable, you know that?â You look at him fully now and watch the way his body recoils from the words. Hurt, confusion. No anger. You donât think youâve ever seen Eric Sohn angry in the two years youâd shared classes with him.Â
âWhatâ what did I even do?â The professor walks in, and he hushes his voice. âI canât fix things if I donât know what I did wrong!â
âThatâs your own damn fault then, isnât it?â You click your pen, and Eric shuts up. You almost feel bad, carefully watching as he takes out his own notebook to begin taking notes. He doesnât say anything for the rest of the lecture, and you feel a pang of regret in your chest. Maybe he really doesnât know what he did wrong, you think, nibbling on your lip in thought. No, thereâs no way he doesnât know. Heâs the smartest guy in the room, no way does he not know whatâÂ
You glance at Eric again, this time turning your head to fully look at him. His blond hair falls over his eyes, even with the hat covering his head. His shoulders are hunched, his hand moving so quickly over the lined paper so that he can at least try to keep up with your professor. For a moment, you think about Eric Sohn. About the frat boy who had been nothing but kind to you since the day you met. About the boy who once gave you notes far more detailed than youâd ever written during the week you were sick. About the boy whoâ
No, you shake your head and begin to write down more equations you know youâre going to have to ask Eric about later. Heâs a frat boy. All he wants is a good fuck and then heâs gone.Â
But why did he seem so hurt when you spoke to him so rudely? When you turned him away not once, but twice within the past three days.Â
You liked him, you really did! He was kind, thoughtful, and he was always helping anyone he could. He never refused to help anyone, even if it was a subject that he didnât know that well. Had you gotten it wrong? Was he just trying to talk to you and you had respondedâ
Your pen clicks again as you give up on the notes, and you lean back in your chair to squint at the whiteboard in front of you.Â
Talking with Eric Sohn was inevitable, but it was only a matter of how long you could avoid the topicâ
âI want all of you to pair up. These will be your partners for the midterm project.â
Ericâs gaze turns to you uneasily, tilting his head in question. You bite down hard on your tongue, fighting every urge inside of you to turn around and ask the girl behind you to be partners.Â
Fuck, how could you say no to those eyes?
Your room is brighter than Eric thought it would be. When you originally invited him over to study that night, he had been terrified. Was your apartment going to be almost falling apart? What if it was really nice and he broke something? What if you killed him and stuffed him into a dumpster?
Fortunately, none of those things were necessarily true. Your building wasnât falling apart, thankfully, although it was arguably nicer than any other off-campus apartments and you could still choose to kill him.Â
It was nice, though. It was a two-bedroom apartment that you shared with your friend Eunseung, one full bathroom and another half-bathroom, a decent kitchen, and a nice-sized living space. According to what you told him in the last semester, the rent wasnât too awful either.Â
The walls of your bedroom were yellow, but not an ugly shade of yellow. It was pastel, not quite bright enough to be harsh on the eyes but not dark enough to make it hard to see. Youâd lined bookshelves up to the wall, most filled with books but some with photos and plants and music albums. You had a small desk in the corner, and your bed was aligned with the center of the back wall, a light green comforter covering white sheets.Â
âIâm surprised weâve never studied here.â You hum, but your tone is distant. Eric laughs dryly and sets his bag down on the ground next to your bedframe.Â
âYou prefer the library,â he points out. âThe lighting is easier for your eyes.âÂ
For a moment, you pause in your motions. How did heâ
âHow did you know that?â You ask, turning to face him. You can see the flush in your partnerâs cheeks, and he ducks his head so that the baseball cap on his head covers his eyes.Â
âI justâ you would always squint when we studied at the library orâ or at the TBZ house. I justâŠI figured that was the reason.â I pay attention. Thatâs what you knew he meant.Â
Why does a boy who only wants to get into your pants care so much about you?
âOh.â You dig your laptop out of your bag and take a seat on your bed, leaning against your pillows with your legs straight out in front of you. Eric joins you, sitting crosslegged at the other end of the bed. Heâs careful not to get too close, shifting away from you when you adjust your position. Your skirt flares out to the side, ruffled by the blanket and exposing your thighs a bit more. Eric has to force his eyes to remain on his laptop. You notice, but thereâs no anger with it. You choose to not even acknowledge it.Â
âSo what do we wanna do for our project?â His eyes flick over to you, and you shrug.Â
âWe could build something?â You suggest. âMaybe, like, a paper airplane launcher?âÂ
He hums, tilting his head back and wrinkling his nose in thought.Â
âWhat about something with electromagnetism?â You nod slowly.Â
âThat could be good. We could keep with the idea of building something and make an electric motor with things people have lying around their houses?âÂ
Eric grins at you. âNow weâre thinking. Weâll have this done in no time at all.â
Eric was right.Â
The brainstorming and research portion of the project had been completed within a few hours, and the two of you had cast your laptops to the side to search your apartment for things to use. Paper clips, some sort of copper wire (you had no idea why anyone would have a copper wire hanging around their house. Eric, however, said that there were several around the frat house), wood, some batteries. Anything that the two of you could use. The only thing neither of you had was a staple gun.
âItâs getting late,â Eric notes with a quick glance toward your living room window. You hum in response, lying back on your couch with your phone in your hand. âI should get going soon.â
Your eyes flick to him, but he isnât looking at you. âDo you wanna stay the night?âÂ
Silence. A long moment of silence, and then Eric looks at you with a look nearing scandalized.Â
âWhat?â You sit up, draping your arms over the back of your couch and getting a better look at him.Â
âYou heard me.â His face is bright red, similar to the night of the party.Â
âWhy wouldâ why would I wantâ I mean thâ thank you for the offer butâ but I canât stay the night. Why wouldâ where would I even sleep? I donât have clothes to sleep in!â He throws every excuse he could possibly think of at you, adding to your amusement. He had no clothes, where would he sleep, you had classes earlier in the morning than him, it would be weird if he stayed the night. It was cute.Â
Youâll admit it, Eric was cute. The puppy-like look in his eyes, the pout on his lips. Everything about him was cute. It almost shocked you how fast you were able to get over the anger that he only wanted to sleep with you. In fact, you werenât sure thatâs what he even wanted from you. Only one way to find out, right?
âEric,â you finally cut off his rambling and his voice stops, leaving your apartment oddly quiet. âCome here.âÂ
He listens, slowly slinking toward you. Eric is nervous, you can tell. Every step he takes, every twitch when you shift your body. It fills you with pride, or maybe some other emotion.Â
Eric stops when heâs right in front of you, just a few steps from the back of the couch and both of you (really just him) are all too aware of how his crotch is level with your mouth.Â
âI wanna tell you something,â you beckon him toward you with one finger and he slowly, albeit a bit awkwardly as well, bends down so that his face is just above yours. Heat radiates off his face, so hot that you may start sweating soon. âDo you wanna know a secret?â
His Adamâs apple bobs, his hands gripping the couch for dear life, short nails digging into the cheap fabric.Â
âSure.â Ericâs voice is hoarse, and it makes you smile.Â
âI kinda like you, Eric.âÂ
Your lips press gently against his. Entirely experimental, just enough to see what he would do. His body seizes up, his breath hitching in his throat. He doesnât move against you, doesnât tilt his head or part his lips. He sits there like the lead in a lame drama where the main characters seem like they couldnât be less into each other. You begin to pull away from him, fearing youâd made him a bit uncomfortable, but a whine is pulled from his throat when your lips part from his.Â
You look at him, but heâs already looking at you with wide, bulging eyes.Â
âEricâŠâ You have a sneaking suspicion that you know why he didnât kiss you. âHave youâŠhas no one ever kissed you before?â
âWhat?â The boyâs voice is shrill, and you know the answer. âOfâ of course, Iâve been kissed? What kind of question is that?âÂ
Your lips quirk up. âAre you sure? Itâs nothing to be embarrassed about, you know.â
âWhatâ why would I be embarrassed?â His frustration and denial are cute. Adorable, really.Â
âBecause youâre a sophomore in college and have been kissed onceâ by your physics partner, no less.â You smirk playfully and then gasp, pushing up and toward him suddenly. He reels back, nearly falling backward with the suddenness of the motion. âEric Sohn! Are you a virgin?â
Eric looks like heâs about to cry from embarrassment, and he turns away from you completely. You grimace briefly and climb off the couch to come around and stand in front of him. He avoids your gaze by looking above you, around you, at the floor and the walls.Â
âEric,â your voice is gentle now. He doesnât move, nor does he make any noise. Heâs like a deer in headlights. âEric, can you look at me.â
âNo,â he denies, crossing his arms over his chest. You feel a bubble of amusement rising in your stomach. âYouâre just gonna make fun of me.â
âIâm not gonna make fun of you.â You promise, your hand grazing his forearm. Ericâs eyes lock with yours, and for once you choose to hold his gaze. âNow, can you tell me the truth so I can help you?âÂ
âHelp me,â he echoes with an air of offense. âI donât need help!â
âEric, youâre a sophomore in college whoâs in the most popular frat on the campus. Add onto that your personality and your good looks, you should be getting bitches left and right.â You say pointedly and the tips of his ears flush red. Or, rather, as red as they can when his whole face is burning up from your prior insinuations.Â
âWhat if Iâm just waiting for marriage?â He counters. âOrâ or the right person?â Your lips draw into a thin line, knowing that statement was bullshit.Â
âWe both know you wouldnât be hard as a rock right now if that was the case.â
Ericâs heart plummets to the ground, his eyes following it to check for himself. To his complete and utter dismay, you werenât lying. Pressing against the front of his cargo pants was the solid outline of his member, straining against the seam and begging to be released.Â
âIâ I am soâ so sorry,â he stammers, his hands yanking the edge of his sweatshirt down to cover himself, his hands remaining carefully placed over his crotch but he knows itâs too late. âI didnâtâ I donâtâ oh my god Iâm so sorry, Y/N.â
âItâs fine,â you reassure him, holding tightly onto his sleeve so he canât run for the door. âI knew you wanted to sleep with me, it was kind of obvious.â
âNo Iâ I donât wantââ Eric frantically shakes his head. âI donâtâ I canâtâ I donât wanna sleep with youâ I mean I do, I really really do, but notâ not like thisââ
The hand on his sleeve comes up to grab his cheeks, squeezing them together until his lips are pushed out and he canât speak anymore.Â
âYou can admit it, Eric.â You hum, and with your hand still on his face, you begin to walk him back and around to the side of the couch. He yelps when you push him back, letting go of his face and watching him fall over the arm and land with an oof on the cushions. âYou can admit that you wanted to fuck me from the moment you saw me.â
âBut Iââ He choked on spit before he could finish talking, eyes widening into saucers when you climbed onto the couch, crawling up to sit on his lap. Heâs sitting up straight now, but the risk of falling back again is high with nothing to support his spine. Your hands just rest on his shoulders, not digging in or moving to grasp anything else. They stay there, waiting for him to make the first move.Â
âTell me if you donât want me to continue, Eric.â His hands are trembling, his pulse higher than itâs ever been. He slowly rotates his body, placing his feet firmly on the ground and resting his spine against the back of the couch so that he doesnât hurt either of you.Â
âI wantââ his voice cracks.Â
âWhat do you want?â Your lips are on his neck, featherlight kisses being left in your wake and knocking the breath out of him. Heâd never felt like this, heâd never been touched like this save for his own hand in the darkness of his room with an animated video on loop on his laptop screen. At his lack of response, you pull your lips back from his neck. Eric lets out a loud whine at this, his left hand coming to the back of your head to lightly try and push you back into him.Â
âKeep doing that,â he gasps out, and you smile.Â
âDonât you want me to kiss you?â You ask him, and another whine tumbles from his lips.
âIâ fuck, I doâ god, why are you doing this to me?â
âI just wanna know what you want, Eric,â youâre teasing him and you know it, but youâre pretty sure Eric might fall to pieces if you donât give him something soon. âCanât you tell me what you want?âÂ
âJustââ he leans his head back, and you watch the rapid bobbing of his throat as he tries to swallow and take in air and do anything to calm himself down. âJust do something.â
âWhatâs the magic word?â He raises his head, gasping when he finds your lips suddenly inches from his own.Â
âPleâ please?â Your lips quirk up.
âActually, it wasââ
You donât get the chance to tease him anymore. He crushes your lips together with so much force that it almost hurts. Thereâs nothing coherent about the way he kisses you, although you could hardly call it a kiss at all. It was more him putting his mouth against yours, tilting his head, and squeezing his eyes shut. Itâs clear from the moment it started that heâs never been kissed before and that knowledge has you squirming in his lap.Â
âEric,â youâve barely pulled back and heâs chasing your lips as if youâre a glass of his favorite wine. âEric, hold on.â
âWhy?â His eyes flutter open and you have to force yourself not to kiss him senseless, even if he has no idea what heâs doing.
âJustââ You inhale deeply and the scent of his cologne begins to overwhelm your senses, practically intoxicating you. âYouâve never kissed anyone before.âÂ
He nods, his previous embarrassment returning when you say that. âI meanâŠYeah, Iâ I havenât. But IâIâve used WikiHowââ
âItâs okay,â you cut him off and choose to ignore the comment about WikiHow, pressing a light kiss to the corner of his mouth. âJust follow my lead.âÂ
When he nods, you press your lips against his again. This time, itâs more fluid. Itâs easier for you to kiss him when heâs copying your movements. Itâs still awkward, your teeth smacking together painfully, but you can tell heâs getting used to the feeling. Youâre able to part your lips against his, to open your mouth just enough for your tongue to slip out and brush against his lower lip. His whole body jolts, his hands digging into the fabric of your skirt hard enough that your skin would be bruised the next day. His hips roll up against yours, drawing a heady moan out of you.Â
When Eric parts from you, his eyes are hazy. âDidâ did you like when I did that?âÂ
âYes,â you groan and begin to roll your hips down into his, watching the way his eyes roll into the back of his head and his back arches off the couch.Â
âF-Fuck, okay,â He screws his eyes shut again, lips completely parted as the two of you begin to hump into each other like some damn animals. Your lips meld together again, and you let your tongue slither into his mouth. Itâs obvious that Eric has no idea what to do with his tongueâ pushing against yours aggressively, shoving it to the side, and trying to push his into your mouthâ but as the minutes pass, he begins to understand what to do. He begins to understand what makes your body react positively and what has you unintentionally cringing away from him.Â
Your lips part from his one more time but you hardly give him time to complain before you place a kiss on his cheek, then the corner of his jaw, and then right below his ear. He emits a nearly wild moan at this, his hips jerking up into yours in such a way that his bulge presses against your clit and punches a moan out of you. Being the quick learner that he is, Eric adjusts his position and rolls his hips up again and again and again, addicted to the way you sound and feel against him.Â
âEric,â you whine, parting from his neck. âEric, oh my god.âÂ
He just huffs into your collarbone, licking and sucking and trying desperately to not cum too soon, but you just feel so good against him that he just canât help it.Â
His hips stutter against yours, and he moans so loud you fear that the neighbors hear it. You let him continue to grind into you, to work himself through his orgasm as your slips back and escapes you. It doesnât matter, youâd get yourself when he leavesâ
âYou didnât cum.âÂ
âWhat?â You blink dumbly at him, and Eric begins to pout.Â
âYou didnâtâ you didnât cum. You shouldâve told me. I wouldâve held off!â You knew that wasnât true. He could barely hold himself together from a few kisses, what made him think heâd be able to hold himself off until you came?Â
âItâs fine, Eric.â You reassure him, but heâs having none of it. You canât stop him from lifting you off his hips and settling you against the couch cushions. WellâŠyou probably could, but you wanted to see where this went.Â
You watch as he unceremoniously yanks down your panties, not bothering with your skirt whether out of impatience or because he liked seeing you in it.Â
âDo you even know what youâre doing?â Eric peers up at you, a boyish smile on his face.Â
âCanât be that hard, right?â You laugh, choosing not to argue with him. Youâd tell him, when it came time, where your clit is but for now? Youâd let him work things out for himself.Â
Your body shudders when Eric takes his first taste, licking from the bottom to the top of your pussy. Youâre amazed that he didnât accidentally go too far down like most (slightly more experienced) men have. Itâs almost impressive how much attention he pays to your quivering body, and you flip your skirt up so you can see his face buried into you. Every lick draws out a moan from both of you, and you can see him starting to roll his hips down onto the couch.Â
âFuck,â his words are muffled by your cunt, and vile slurping noises accompany him. âCould get addicted to the taste of you.â
âMm, feels good, Eric.â Your eyes flutter shut, one of your hands slipping down to tangle in his blonde strands of hair and tugging him up slightly. Your other hand taps at your clit lightly, making your body jolt a bit. âHere. Thisâ fuckâ feels good here.â
âThatâs it?â He drops his head down again, swatting your hand out of the way to replace it with his own. His touch is much rougher than yours, his hands thick and calloused compared to your delicate ones. âRight here?âÂ
You whine for him, and he has to bite on his tongue to not cum again so fast. Heâs quick to attach his mouth to your clit, sucking violently and swiping his tongue against it. If you werenât impressed by him before, you most certainly were now. It hadnât taken him long at all to figure out what felt good for you. Reading your mind and body was almost second nature to him, it seemed, and it became abundantly clear when your orgasm began to rise again.
âClose, Eric!â You gasped out, âIâm close!â
He groans against you, catching your hips in his hands when they begin to roll into his face. Eric wanted to drown in you. He wanted to feel you shake around him for the rest of his damn life. He wanted to hear you screaming his name until your throat was raw and your voice was gone.Â
And the sight of you cumming on his face, your essence soaking his chin and dripping onto his sweatshirt?Â
If he could stay glued to you for the rest of his life, he fucking would.
Becoming a habit came easy for you and Eric. Youâre not dating, but youâre unsure of whether the puppy-like boy cares or not. You discovered very quickly that he would do anything for you, would learn anything for you. Youâd successfully taught him how to kiss a girl without looking like a dumbass (i.e. the straight-face-to-sudden-kiss scenario youâd faced too many times to count), how to finger you and hit all the right spots, where not to put his mouth and fingers unless explicitly told otherwise. There was, of course, your next problem.
Eric refused to put his dick in you.
You knew he was clean, both of you had gotten tested when you originally began screwing around. You knew he liked you, that much was obvious. He looked at you as if you hung the stars in the sky, he told you how much he loved you every time you gave him head. He justâŠnever went farther than that. Was he scared? Did he not want you as bad as you (very clearly) wanted him? It made you nauseous to think about, but it was getting frustrating how all you two did was make out, grind on each other like teenagers, and give each other head every time you saw each other. Shitâ he was even fine with fingering you underneath the table in your lecture the other day!Â
Thatâs why you developed a plan. Here you were, standing outside of the Tau Beta Zeta frat house under the guise of needing to work on your project (which wasnât necessarily a lie) but really planning on getting him to finally fuck you. Yes, you were aware of the fact that he was a virgin but it was obvious from the start that he didnât give a shit about that.
Unless he did. Your hand pauses just inches from the door, but you shake your head to clear the anxious thought and you knock on the door.Â
One, two, threeâŠone, two threeâŠoneâ
On the third round of knocks, a boy swings the door open. His eyes are wide, his hair in disarray.Â
âHi.â You wave your hand with a smile, but the boy just stands there with a dumb look on his face. Were all the TBZ boys like this?Â
ââŠHi?â He says it in the form of a question, which draws a laugh out of you.Â
âIâm Y/N.â
ââŠSunwooâŠâÂ
âOh, the star soccer player, right?â He nods and you grin. âI saw your last game, the one where your girlfriendâ Iâm assuming girlfriendâ knocked some sense into you. You really killed it out there!â
âThank youâŠuhâŠcanâ can I help you?â You rock back and forth on your heels, biting at your lip in thought. The idea of wearing a skirt is choosing to bite you in the ass as a cold breeze picks up.Â
âIâm here for Eric, actually. UmâŠEric Sohn? I think he lives here, right?â Sunwooâs jaw drops, his head dipping down as well and he steps to the side to let you in. You smile, using your feet to pull your shoes off as you step into the entryway. You see a pile of shoes to your left, the larger menâs pairs shoved into a large pile while some smaller womenâs shoes sit neatly. You canât help but wonder if it was the girlfriends that did this or if one of the frat members cares a bit more about them than the others.Â
âHeâsâŠheâs on the second floor, third door on the leftâŠâ You thank Sunwoo, ignoring how he follows you with obvious confusion and awe. Another boy passes by you, staring in confusion but ends up in the same state as the soccer player when he explains the situation.Â
You knock before you enter Ericâs room, rocking on your heels again as you wait for some sort of response. You get none, and when you go to interrupt him, the second boy stops you.Â
âHi, um, Iâm Haknyeonâ you can call me Hak, thoughâ Ericâsâ heâsâ heâs gaming. You can just go in because thereâs no way youâre gonna get his attention byâ by, umâ yeah.â He stumbles over his words in an almost incomprehensible way, but you get the basic idea.Â
âThanks, Hak,â you dip your head and twist the doorknob. Sunwoo and Hak both watch you enter the room, only snapping out of their daze when you shut the door tightly behind you.Â
âYouâŠyou saw that too, right?â Haknyeon grabs Sunwoo by the shoulder with a grin on his face.
âMy best friendâŠâ Sunwooâs voice is quiet with confusion. âHeâsâŠheâs getting bitches?â
âWhat did I say about saying that,â his girlfriend pops around the corner with a scowl on her face. Sunwooâs face lights up, but it disappears at the scolding gaze she gives him.
âSorry, baby,â he pouts and she rolls her eyes. âI just wasnât expecting it.â
âGive them some damn privacy,â she clicks her tongue, eyeing the door. âLord knows theyâre probably gonna need it.â
Eric is facing a large gaming setup when you enter the room. You can see the dark polo sweater which is partially unzipped to reveal some of his chest, the beige hat, and the khaki combo he had, unfortunately, chosen to wear today (youâre going to have to update his closet soon, whether you date him or not. You have to save the next girl heâs with). The lights, shockingly, are purple rather than the red you had expected. You can see expensive monitors and a keyboard, all of which are cleaner than any other gamerâs setup that youâd seen. In fact, his whole room is so much cleaner than you had ever given him credit for. Youâd expected to see something absolutely filthy, but Eric never fails to shock you.
What doesnât shock you, however?
Five Nights At Freddyâs playing on the screens.
You clear your throat, and he barely even spares a glance at you. You wonder if he even recognized that it was youâ
âYo, Y/N!â Oh god, this might not go as planned. âYouâre early!âÂ
âFigured Iâd come by to hang out before we got started on the paper.â You come up behind him, dropping your bag and jacket by the edge of the bed, revealing the black sheer top youâd chosen to go with your white skirt. Youâd also chosen the perfume you know gets his attention the most, the one that always has him practically gluing his face to your neck.Â
That doesnât happen this time. He stays glued to his game, his legs spread wide open and tongue sticking out from the corner of his lips.Â
âFeelâ fuck!â His body jerks when an animatronic (Foxy, maybe?) comes out of a vent and gives him barely enough time to start protecting himself. âFeel free to make yourself comfortable, I might take a while.â
You hum, not moving from your spot. Your hands are on the back of his gaming chair, your eyes focused on the screen with fake intrigue. He doesnât acknowledge you, so you let your hands begin to sink onto his shoulders. His chin tilts toward you a bit, but he corrects himself and goes back to ignoring you even when your nails graze the skin of his collarbone.Â
âWhat are you doing?â Eric asks, but itâs more dismissive than anything.Â
âJust watching you play,â you reply with a sly grin. Another jumpscare appears, and he grunts when you intentionally dig your nails into him (something youâve learned he loves over the past two weeks).Â
Part two of your scheme begins when you sink to your knees beside Eric and slip under his desk. This grabs his attention. Eric watches as you get comfortable, no longer paying attention to the screens in front of him when you run your hands up his thighs, grazing the button of his khaki pants.Â
âY/N, thisââ his breath catches in his throat when you finally undo the button and pull the zipper down. You can see his member already hardening, twitching in his boxers. âYou donât have toâ I donâtâ whyââ
âJusâ play your game, baby.â You purr, your fingers hooking under the band of his boxers to tug them and his pants down at the same time. His jaw is hanging open, eyes wide with awe, but you stop your movements. âPlay your game, Eric, or Iâm leaving.â
His response is immediate, sliding his chair closer to you and lifting his hips to let you work. Your smirk is wide, and you yank his clothing down in one go, letting them rest around his ankles. Ericâs knee begins to bounce, and you rest your hand on top of it to steady him. His member, in just a few moments, has completely hardened. You can see the slick precum beginning to leak from his tip, and you lower your mouth to catch each drop on his tongue.Â
The moan he emits is loud, and you pull your mouth back just an inch to dig your nails into his thigh.
âStay quiet and donât cum unless I say so.â He whimpers in response, and you bring your mouth back onto him. You begin by suckling at his tip, letting your tongue swirl around him like a lollypop, and listening to his barely restrained moans. You hear clicking and tapping on his keyboard, as well as random noises from the game
You take him a little deeper and his thighs tense, but heâs good at staying quiet. Heâs good even when his tip hits the back of your throat and you gag around him. Even when you take him so deep that youâre choking on him and spit is dripping from your mouth and onto his skin. Even when you begin hollowing your mouth and bobbing your head, and swallowing around him a few times when you take him all the way down so your nose is against his pelvis.Â
Another jumpscare and his hips jerk and force him farther down your throat. You moan around him, your eyes rolling back at the feeling, and that elicits a whine from him.
âY/N,â he pleads. âIâve been s-so good for yoâyou right? Havenâtâ Havenât I been good? Pleâplease let me cum. Jusâ wanna cum, please?âÂ
Eric sees you look up at him through your eyelashes, and just the sight of you slobbering all over him has his eyes rolling back in his head.
Then you pull off him completely, leaving his dick twitching and lonely against his stomach.Â
âWhy didâ why did you pull off?â His eyes are dazed, and you flash a coy smile at him.Â
âI told you to pay attention to the game, didnât I?âÂ
âIâ yeah, you did butâ but I justâ youââ Eric is tearing up as you begin to push your body out from under the desk to stand in front of him.Â
âPoor baby,â you cup his cheek and your stomach churns when he leans into your palm with a sigh. âShouldâve just paid attention and beat the night, then, hm?âÂ
âPlease,â he whines, leaving little kisses on your palm and working his way to your wrist, your forearm, your elbow, and then heâs pulling you onto his lap so youâre nearly sitting on his dick. You can feel it pulsing against your core, and you canât help the tiny rolls of your hips to gain some sort of friction. âPlease, justâ IâllâŠIâll do anything you want. Iâllâ Iâll eat you out, Iâll finger you, fuck, Iâllâ Iâll let you sit on my face if thatâs what you want.â
You hum, tapping your fingers against his chest in thought. âWhat if I want you to fuck me?âÂ
His body tenses and his cheeks begin to flush, his eyes refusing to meet yours.Â
âEric,â you say softly, moving your hand to his chin and forcing him to look at you. âEric, talk to me.â
âIâ I donâtââ
âIâm not gonna force you to do anything, Eric,â you reassure him, stopping the ministrations of your hips and bringing your free hand to the side of his neck. âI just want to know why. I want to understand. Do youâ do you not want me? Do you wanna save yourself for another girl?âÂ
âNo!â He snaps, his voice a bit harsher than heâd intended for it to come out but it has you flinching away from him. In a moment of panic, he brings his hands to your waist and tugs you closer to him. âIâ sorry. Itâs notâ itâs not that at all.â
âThen why?â Your hands are playing with the ends of his blonde hair, and Eric swallows once. Twice. And then he tucks his head into your shoulder.Â
âIâŠI donât know.âÂ
You nod, disappointment filling you, but you donât let it show.Â
âLetâs work on the project.â You slide off his lap, ignoring the somewhat heartbroken gaze he shoots you. âThe paper is due in a couple of days, so I grabbed a few sources and drafted an outline.â
For a moment, he doesnât say anything. He just tucks his member back into his pants and comes to join you on his bed. The air is tense and you know he wants to say something. You wait for him to say it.Â
He doesnât.
âEric, youâre fucking stupid.â Sunwoo throws himself onto his best friendâs bed, staring at the ceiling and listening to the sound of Eric hitting his head on his desk.
âI knowâŠâ
âI mean, we already knew this from previous incidents. Ahem, giving my then-crush-now-girlfriend a concussion. But holy shit I thought it couldnât possibly get any worse than that.â
âI know!â Eric whines, sitting heavily on the gaming chair heâd gotten head on almost four hours ago, and could have gotten laid in had he not been a damn moron.
âI mean, youâve been trying to get laid by this chick for how long? And you cockblocked yourself becauseâŠâ Sunwoo trails off, his eyebrows knitting together as he sits up. âWait, why did you cockblock yourself?â
âI donât know, man!â Eric huffs and leans his head back. âFuck, she was so nice about it too. Too nice. I know damn well sheâs pissed at me but sheâs too fucking nice to say anything.â
âWell yeah,â Sunwoo shrugs. âSex 101â donât force yourself onto anyone. Hello? Why would she do that to you?â
Eric crosses his arms over his chest, using his feet to spin his chair back and forth lightly. You had been really sweet about everything. You couldâve gotten mad at him, especially since this wasnât the first time this had happened, but you didnât. You wanted him to be ready.Â
And he was. He was so ready! He justâ he gets nervous around you! What if heâs a disappointment? What if heâs so bad that you have to fake an orgasm? What if he doesnât fit? What if he hurts you?
âEric,â Sunwoo claps his hands together to snap Eric out of his thoughts. âStop getting distracted while Iâm trying to help you in a way that wonât lead to injuries.âÂ
The poor, self-cockblocked boy lifts his head with a pout.Â
âThereâs a party this weekend, right?âÂ
âYeahâŠâ Eric tilts his head.
âMake sure sheâs there. Use whatever excuse you need to, and make sure she shows up. Then, ask her to talk. Go somewhere private, talk to her, tell her youâre ready, and then fuck until the sun comes up.â Sunwoo claps again, throwing his out to the side in a cocky I just made the best plan ever manner. âFirst of all, gets you laid, second of allâ free revenge on Sangyeon.â
Eric drums his fingers against his legs in thought. The plan was good, heâd admit that. Of course, not out loud. No, he would never let Sunwoo know that he was right about something.
âFine,â Eric agrees. âBut if shit goes south, itâs your fault.â
âDeal,â Sunwoo grins mischievously. âAnd if shit goes right, you owe me and my girlfriend dinner.â
âDeal.â
Eric doesnât see you at all that week, something that has him nearly crying on the ground in Sangyeonâs bedroom. Heâd texted you, asked if you were okay, sent you notes, told you about the party but didnât outright invite you. Nothing. No sign of you in lectures, no texts from you aside from a confirmation that youâd submit your written portion of the midterm.
âTake a damn breath.â Sangyeon rolls his eyes and tugs a formfitting black mock-neck shirt over his head, sliding a silver chain around his neck afterward. âSheâs probably busy.â
âBut she never goes this long without texting me! Or being in a lecture!â The youngest member of the frat holds his head in his hands, staring down at the white buttondown shirt that hung somewhat loosely on his body.Â
âMaybe she hates you, I donât know!â Sangyeon exclaims. âStop bothering me about it!â Eric pouts up at the TBZ president.
âBut you know how to handle these things!â
âNot when youâre on my ass about it all day every day for a week straight.â Sangyeonâs lip curls and Eric huffs, laying back on the hardwood floor. âDude, just be patient. Who knows, maybe she was sick? Maybe sheâll show up today and youâll get laid. Just. Be. Patient.â
And patient he was.Â
He lurked around the party, a drink in his hand and a ripped red baseball cap covering his head and shielding his red-rimmed eyes from the public. They didnât need to know heâd cried over his two-year-long crush ghosting him.Â
âWho pissed in your cheerios?â He turns his body slowly, ready to crack a corny joke, and walk away from whoever yelled in his ear, but he stops dead in his tracks when he sees you. Youâre in another tiny little black skirt and a black bralette that was used as a poor excuse for a shirt with a leather jacket thrown over it. He nearly crumbles in front of you, ready to worship you and the ground you walk on, ready to take you in front of all these people so they know that heâs yours.
âOh my god.âÂ
You laugh at the dumbstruck look in his eyes, at the way his eyes are stuck on your chest, and the way your bralette pushes your boobs up just enough to catch attention.Â
âYou okay, Eric?â Your hand is on his arm, and in an instant his cup is thrown to the side and his lips are on yours, his tongue shoved into your mouth. You gasp at the sudden intrusion, and, really, the suddenness of it all, but you donât complain. You love how frantic he is for you, love how heâs ready to risk it all after just a week of not seeing you.Â
When he parts from you, thereâs a string of spit connecting your lips that only breaks when you swipe your thumb across his lip.Â
âHowâs that for a hello?â You say just loud enough for him to hear it.Â
âWe need to talk.â
âWe do.â You confirm, but his lips are on yours again, and youâre so glad that everyone is distracted by a game of beer pong on the other side of the room. You let your eyes flutter shut, moaning into his mouth when he pushes his tongue against yours. They dance together, swirling around each other but not fighting for dominance. No, this kiss isnât about that. This is two people being addicted to the taste of each other, two people who could never get enough of what the other has to offer.Â
You have to force yourself to part from him, turning away so you can find somewhere more privateâ preferably his bedroom. He doesnât stray from you, gluing his lips to the side of your neck as you try to weave through the crowd. Itâs not easy, especially with Eric on you and refusing to let go, but you donât mind.Â
Not when he shoves you against his dresser as soon as his bedroom door is shut and locked.Â
The handles of the drawers dig against your spine, but youâre too distracted by Ericâs lips on your chest to care. His hat is missing, likely somewhere on the staircase. Your jacket has been thrown to the opposite side of the room, the straps of your bralette shoved down and both breasts freed from its confines so Eric can lick and suck and bite at the soft mounds.Â
âEric,â you moan out, arching your back into his hunched form. He groans against you, sucking hard at your nipple and eliciting a loud moan from you. âEric, pick me up.âÂ
Without even pulling away, he does, plopping you unceremoniously onto his dresser and moving his lips to the other breast, replacing his mouth with his hand. Your hand comes to the back of his head, and you find yourself smiling at the desperation your lover shows.Â
âMissed me that much, huh?â Your composure is crumbling, but you donât care. âMight have to disappear more often.â
He rips away from your chest, eyes narrowed into a glare. âDonât even joke about that. I thought you died.â
You kiss him again, both hands holding his face to yours, and your legs wrap around his waist. Ericâs hands find your thighs and he lifts you off the dresser. He sucks on your tongue, biting on your lip when you start to pull away and you whimper at the sting of pain.Â
âThought I died, hm?â You brush back the blonde strands of hair covering his sweaty forehead and smirk. âItâs a good thing I didnât then, hm? What would you have done? Fucked your fist for the rest of your life?âÂ
A muscle in his jaw feathers and he throws you down on his bed. You yelp, eyes widening at the personality change. A week ago, he wouldâve been begging you for any touch, wouldâve been falling apart just for one look at your dripping pussy. But now?
Now he looks like a starved animal, and youâre the first helpless creature heâs seen in weeks.Â
âEric,â you warn, watching him unbutton his shirt. âRemember what I said.âÂ
He eyes you, smirking at the way your jaw drops when his shirt hits the floor. Itâs odd, isnât it? Youâd probably been bare in front of him countless times but youâd hardly seen him with his pants down.
âHoly fuck.â You stare at his torso, at the chiseled abs and biceps, at the veins in his arms, at the trail of hair leading down to his dick. âYouâreâ youâre fucking shredded.â
âShredded?â He quirks an eyebrow, undoing his belt and the button of his pants so he can push them down and kick them to the side. âThatâs the first word you thought of?â
âWellââ you clear your throat and turn your gaze away from him. âI meanâ you are.â
âCute,â He coos and crawls over you, hooking his fingers into the hem of your skirt. âMay I?â
âYou may,â you look at him again, then down his body and swallow hard at the sight of him. Youâve seen him many times. Youâve held him in your hand, in your mouth. You know what to expect.
So why does it make you so nervous now?
âYouâre getting distracted,â Eric kisses his teeth, lowering his face to yours but not kissing you. He traces his nose across your cheek, light kisses from his lips going with it. His nose nudges against your jaw, urging you to tilt your jaw up so he can kiss you there. You do, and his lips feel like fire against your skin. âI thought you liked it when people pay attention?â
âIâ I do!â You gasp out, and Eric laughs against your skin. Where the fuck is all this confidence coming from?Â
âThen why arenât you paying attention to me?â His fingers press against your sopping-wet entrance and you lift your hips in a weak attempt to get them inside of you.Â
âI am!â Tears are welling in your eyes. âI am paying attention to you, Eric, please!â
He juts out his lip in a mocking pout, using the hand thatâs not against your heat to wipe the tears away.Â
âOkay baby,â he says softly, sinking two thick, calloused fingers into you. âDonât cry, not yet.âÂ
The intrusion has you crying out and Eric does his best to hush you, to soothe you, and then heâs thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a fast pace. Your fingers cling to his shoulders, feeling the muscles tense and shift with every movement of his arm. Eric grins when your eyes finally flutter shut, when you finally give in to him. He praises you when he slips a third finger into your core, and then a fourth. He praises you as he works you through the sting, curling his fingers gently to search for the spot he knows would have you falling to pieces under him.Â
Eric finds it easily and is oh so pleased by your wail of his name. He grins almost maliciously, when you begin to shake, when your body begins to thrash, and your nails dig into his shoulders and drag down his back.Â
âAlways so easy for me,â he hums, staring in awe at the wrinkle between your eyebrows and how your tongue practically hangs out of your mouth. When he knows youâre about to cum, he crushes his lips against yours again and begins to move his hand faster. Youâre sobbing into his mouth, unable to kiss him back between your cries and moans, but Eric doesnât mind.Â
He lets you grind against his hand until youâre not shaking anymore. Then, and only then, does he pull his fingers out of you, watching with curious satisfaction as your cum drips from his fingers and onto the blanket below you.Â
âDonâtâ donât sit there staring at that shit.â you hiss, but Eric just smiles.Â
âSo you can speak coherently now?âÂ
âShut up and fuck me already, or do you need me to teach you how to do that too?âÂ
Ericâs gaze hardens, his tongue pushing against his cheek. You push yourself to sit up, but Eric pushes you right back down and uses his hands to push your legs apart.Â
âI donât need you to teach me anything,â he grunts, lining his member up with your entrance.Â
âReally? Thatâs not what it looked like three weeks agâoh fuck!â Your back arches off the bed when he suddenly sinks into you. Four fingers seem to have been just barely enough, the sting fading just as fast as it came. Or maybe you just like the pain so much it turned into pleasure. Whatever the reason, youâre quick to tell Eric to pick up the pace.Â
Youâre both shocked and impressed by the movement of his hips. He alternates between smooth, sharp rolls and harsh, pointed thrusts that have your body forced up the bed and the headboard knocking against the wall.
âYou think I need your help?â Eric growls, digging his hands into your thighs and spreading them farther apart, lifting the lower half of your body a bit to change the angle. This brings a new pleasure to both of you. Something that youâve never felt before, and has your mind reeling. âI didnât need you. I wanted you. I wanted every part of you. I craved you, craved your taste. It was pure fucking luck that you wanted me too.â
âEric,â You gasp out, sinking your teeth into the side of his neck to leave another mark on his skin. âEric, feels so good, god it feels so good please, please donât stop. Donât stop, oh my god!â
âLook at you,â he yanks your head out of his neck by your hair, staring down at your fucked out face as he continues to plow into you with no remorse. âAll fucked out for me. I did this. Your little virgin boy. Isnât it embarrassing?âÂ
You whine in response but apparently, that isnât what heâs looking for because he slows down at your lack of response.Â
âAnswer me,â he hisses.
âIâ I donâtâ Eric I donâtââ You donât even know what heâs trying to ask. You stopped listening as soon as he pulled your hair, the sting of it feeling too good. Eric laughs, picking up his pace again and dropping your head back down onto his pillows.Â
âWhat? Too fucked out to answer me? Who wouldâve thought that I was the virgin and not you? What would people think if they walked in here and saw me fucking you like this?â He doesnât expect an answer this time, not that youâd be able to give him one anyway.Â
Your legs draw tightly around his slim waist, holding him close as your orgasm approaches again, but Eric doesnât seem to be even close to cumming. Even when your second orgasm washes over you, and then your third. He fucks you through each one, sweat dripping from his hair and down his torso until his body is sliding against yours. Your body feels numb, but at the same time, you can feel everything. Every drag of his length against your walls, every punch of his tip against your cervix. Your arms curl around his neck, but your grip is loose.Â
When Ericâs hips finally begin to stutter, youâre about four orgasms in, the fifth about to wash over you. Your voice is hoarse, a puddle of drool on the pillow under your head. You canât find it in you to make any more noise, just gasping breathes and quiet whines. You cum together, and the feeling of his cum filling you has your back arching again. This time, Eric catches you and holds your body against his. He kisses you gently, uncaring that you can barely breathe let alone kiss him.Â
âThatâ that was a good talk,â he jokes, and you say nothing at first. âUmâŠareâ are you okay?âÂ
âYou justââ you clear your throat, but it does nothing. âYou just fucked me within an inch of my life, as a completely inexperienced virgin, and youâre asking me if Iâm okay?âÂ
Eric frowns, settling down on top of you, but careful not to lay his full weight onto your obviously aching body. He can see the bruises heâd left all over youâ on your chest, your neck, your hips. Anywhere his lips or hands touched, there was a bruise left in his wake. He imagines, however, that he looks no different. He can feel the scratches you left on his back, marring every inch of his skin and likely drawing a bit of blood, he can see a hickey on his arm that you left at some point and can imagine how the front of his body looks.
âSoâŠso youâre not okay?â He tries and you huff, throwing an arm over your eyes.Â
âEric, I love you, but youâre such a dumbass.â You groan, shoving him off your body so you can breathe properly. âGo draw a bath. Iâm gonna need one after that shit.â
âBefore I do, can you answer one question?â You pry your eyes open to scowl at him and his damn puppy-like eyes.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âAre weâ are we dating now?âÂ
âWe wonât be for long if you donât get that fucking bath going.âÂ
âAw, yeah!â Eric cheers, jumping off the bed and running to the bathroom to start the bath like you asked. âGuess who isnât single anymore, Sunwoo!â
âWhatâs your problem?â Haknyeon peers at Sangyeon over the lip of his mug. The frat president is glaring at you and Eric with something murderous in his eyes, which seem to have dark bags under them.
âMy bedroom is right next to Ericâs.â Haknyeon raises an eyebrow, and Sangyeon clears his throat. âMy bedroom is next to Ericâs.â
âOkayâŠoh. OH. Oh, shit man, Iâm sorry.â Haknyeon turns his gaze to the two of you, grimacing at the thought of how long Sangyeon could have been kept up, but smiling when he sees how the two of you are cuddled on the couch. The grimace returns when he sees the state of your necks, neither of you having bothered to hide what you did to each other.Â
âI mean,â Sunwoo sits on the counter, a bowl of cereal in his hand. âYou kinda deserved it after what you did to him.â
âWhat the fuckâ what did I do to him?â Sangyeon exclaims, and Sunwoo quirks an eyebrow.Â
âYou fucked your girlfriend for, what, seven rounds straight? The poor man didnât get any sleep that night. Be glad you were able to rest after that.â
Haknyeon raises his cup, and the three frat boys return to âsubtlyâ watching the two of you.
âDo you at least know if he was good? You know, for a virgin.â
âOh my fucking god, Sunwoo, shut up.â
âYou shut up, Hak! It was just a question!â
âYou two are fucking nasty,â Sangyeonâs lip curls into a sneer, trying to block out the memories of last night. âBut Iâm gonna need a shit ton of bleach if I wanna forget that bullshit.â
âHot.â
âSunwoo, shut UP!â
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reese, baby. my love. my wife.
seungmin with a roleplay+breeding kink
THE WAY I STARTED LAUGHINGâ
Seungmin would so be into roleplay, just saying that now.. my manâs would have costumes left and right, and sometimes if he just wants a dramatic scenario this man would discuss it with you a week prior so you had time to prepare and think about it. AND WITH THE BREEDING KINK?? Tfhwfjwjdh during the roleplay heâs grunting into your ear, saying how badly he wants to fill you up and wants you to take it and have his children⊠bonus points if heâs making you wear dog ears and a tail butt plug because we both know this man is freaky.
Holding onto the tail as heâs pounding into you from behind, saying âjust a meek little pup, arenât you? Gonna take my cum? Give me a liter of pups yeah?â FHSUDHSB
I might have to write this outâ
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SEEING STARS
SUMMARY: Itâs slightly embarrassing how Sunwoo is naive enough to take Eric Sohnâs âadviceâ to heart. Luckily, you like idiots. Especially when they kick a ball into your face and agree to do a semesterâs worth of schoolwork for you.
GENRE: smut, fluff, mild angst, crack
PAIRING: Kim Sunwoo x afab!reader (ft. Hoshi, Dino, Sangyeon, Kevin, Eric, Yuta, and Jay (Enhypen))
WC: 9.4k (you'd think i was doing this on purpose)
SERIES MASTERLIST
PERM TAGLIST: @juyeonszn @winterchimez
18+ MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED
WARNINGS: mentions of injuries (concussions, Sunwoo gets sucker punched), Eric slander, Sunwoo slander, Hoshi stirring up trouble, Sunwoo being stupid, car sex/public sex, p in v sex, fingering, mentions of face fucking, marking, hair pulling, attempts at dirty talk kinda? idk if you can even call it that but wtv, i think that's really it
A/N: Part 3 of the collab is out! If you haven't checked out Try Hard or Excitement (written by my beloved Fawn) please do! Otherwise, please enjoy this. Reblogs are greatly appreciated!
In Sunwooâs defense, everything that happened was Ericâs fault. It was definitely not Sunwooâs fault that he believed his best friend when he told him that he should absolutely kick a ball at the girl of his dreams so she could bring it back to him and she would fall for him too and then they could live happily ever after. It also wasnât Sunwooâs fault that he forgot that he was their universityâs star soccer player and that he had really strong legs.Â
At least, this is what he tells himself while sitting in the ambulance with you, who is currently passed out with a lump the size of a clementine on your forehead. Heâs nervously gnawing at his fingernails, chewing them to nubs with his eyebrows furrowed. The EMTs said that youâre stable, that you just have a mild concussion but they want to take you in and get you checked out to be sure.Â
âAre you herâŠfriend? Boyfriend?â One of the EMTs looks at Sunwoo with a curious look in his eye.Â
âFriend, just a friend,â he says, but thereâs a dark cloud hovering above his head that anyone could see if they tried hard enough.Â
âIs there anyone that we can call? Anyone else that we should inform?â Sunwoo shrugs.
âNot that I know of. Her family is across the country so they wouldnât be any help right now, right?â
âRight,â the EMT agrees. âI suppose youâll be helping her out the next couple of weeks, making sure no one else is hitting her in the head with soccer balls?â Sunwoo grimaces and nods.Â
Youâre never gonna like me at this rate, he thinks to himself. God, why did he ever listen to Eric in the first place? What made him think that Eric, the man who spends 90% of his time completely bitchless and watching hentai, would give him good advice about women?Â
Now heâs gonna have to deal with student loan debt, lawyer debt, and being single for the rest of his life.Â
The first thing you see when you wake up is white. Not, like, a white ceiling. No, your vision is pure white for a few moments, and then you swear that youâre seeing stars. You can faintly, over the pounding of your head, hear someone speaking. The voice is familiar, but you canât quite place it over the ringing in your ears.Â
ââŠEric, I swear to fucking god if I ever see you again, I will shove my foot so far up your assâ I donât care if you thought it would be a good idea! I concussed the richest girl in school, the girl of my dreams mind you, because you thought it would be a fantastic idea to kick a ball at her!âÂ
You blink a few times, clearing your vision, and you can see a boy to the right of you. Heâs wearing a soccer uniform, the same uniform your universityâs team wears. You blink again, and now heâs facing you with a nervous smile plastered onto his face.Â
âHi,â he breathes out and you smile at him.Â
âHiâŠWooâŠsung?â You wince at the poor attempt. Of course, you know who he is. Anyone would recognize the star soccer player. Maybe you werenât positive about what his name was, but you knew him.Â
He laughs, but itâs a humorless one that has both of you cringing after.
âClose,â he tells you with a smile. âSunwoo.â
âRight,â you nod, but the action causes a painful throb to run through your skull. âFuck, why does my head hurt so much?âÂ
Sunwoo laughs again, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet and avoiding your gaze.
âAbout thatâŠâ his hand combs through his hair, pushing it out of his face despite it not being there in the first place. âIâŠmay or may not have kicked a ball in your general direction, which may or may not have proceeded to hit you in the head and give you a concussion.âÂ
You kiss your teeth, eyebrows knitting together as you look at him. He begins to ramble, talking about how itâs his friendâs fault, and he really never meant for it to hit you. Itâs cute, really, the way he practically falls to his knees and begs you to not sue him.Â
âSunwoo,â you try to interrupt, but itâs like he doesnât hear you. Heâs speaking too fast, too frantic, and youâre pretty sure heâll faint if he doesnât pause for air soon.
âIâ I will do anything you want, I swear! Iâllâ Iâll carry your stuff around campus for you. Iâll take all your notes so you donât have to look at the screens. Fuckâ I swear, Iââ
âSunwoo,â You reach your arm forward, wrapping your fingers around his forearm and his pacing jerks to a stop, his words caught on the tip of his tongue when you lock eyes. âIâm not gonna sue you.â
âYouâreââ his voice cracks, âyouâre not?â
âNo,â you laugh and wince when your head begins to throb again. âAlthough, I wouldnât mind if you helped me out with my schoolwork.âÂ
âIâŠâ he trails off, his heart sinking to his stomach. âYeah, yeah of course Iâll help you. Butâ but you really arenât going to sue me? Becauseâ because I wouldnât mind if you were that mad at me but I think I would really rather you just have me arrested at that point, you know?â
âI promise, Sunwoo.â You squeeze his forearm, and his cheeks begin to darken with a tinge of pink. âIâm not gonna sue you.â
As it turns out, having the star soccer player around to do anything and everything you want him to is rather convenient. Sunwoo picks you up every day for your first class in his old, beat-up Toyota Corolla. He opens the door for you, hands you a fresh go-cup of your favorite coffee from your favorite cafe (which you arenât sure how he knows, to be honest), and brings you to each and every one of your classes. Itâs almost weird how youâve gotten used to having him around.
âBy the way,â you look up at Sunwoo as youâre getting into his car after your last class of the day. Sunwoo looks down at you, smiling brightly and you can feel yourself starting to melt at the puppy-like look in his eye. âAre you even taking classes this semester?â
Sunwoo tilts his head. âI meanâŠyeah? I kinda have to, you know, to play soccer.â
âButâŠyouâre always with me these days. Are you not missing your own assignments? Your own exams?âÂ
âI donât have any exams during your classes,â he informs you and then shuts the passenger-side door, gently to not hurt your head. You let your body rest against the tattered fabric seat youâre in, waiting for Sunwoo to get to his side of the car. âPlus, I have friends in my classes that send me shit when Iâm not there.â
âYou skip your classes often?â Your lips curl into a sly smile, one that he returns quickly.
âYou know it, babe.âÂ
Your body tenses just slightly, not enough for him to notice. It was likely instinctive for him to say that, and you would never admit to anyone how the words had butterflies forming in your stomach, pushing against your flesh, and threatening to tumble out of you if he made one wrong move.Â
Sunwoo slams the door of the frat shut and presses his back against it as soon as he enters the building. His eyes are squeezed shut, so tightly that he can see stars and it starts to hurt.Â
âYou alright?â Eric is sitting on the couch, elbows on his knees with a Nintendo controller in his hands. He isnât looking at Sunwoo, his eyes trained on the fourth Five Nights At Freddyâs game being displayed on the TV in front of him.
âI donât even want to talk about it.â Sunwoo dismisses, dropping his bag on the floor and tossing his keys into the bowl to his right. âEspecially not with you.â
âThe fuck did I do?â Ericâs eyebrows knit together, and Sunwoo scoffs as he walks behind the couch to get to the kitchen.Â
âOh, I donât know. Maybe you were part of the reason that Y/N L/N is now concussed and probably hates my guts so Iâm trying to fix it by helping her out with all of her school work, which is hard as shit, by the way. Did you know that sheâs a mechanical engineering major?â
âNo shit?â Ericâs eyes flick away from the TV screen for just long enough for him to nearly miss an animatronic approaching him. âI wonder if sheâs in any of my classes.â
âProbably not,â Sunwoo sighs, grabbing a glass from the shelf and pouring himself some water. âSheâs in Sangyeonâs year so her classes are a bit more advanced than yours.â
âAh,â Eric bobs his head, tongue wedged between his otherwise tightly sealed lips. Sunwoo watches him play for a moment, wincing at a few jumpscares while he downs his water. âWhatâs that gotta do with me, anyway? Isnât this, like, bonding time for you two? Finally land your girl?â
âWell, wouldâve been perfect if, a) she hadnât hated me and b) I didnât call her babe in the car today.âÂ
Silence from Eric, and Sunwoo briefly wonders if his best friend had even heard him.Â
âWhy the fuck did you do that?â Eric pauses the game and tosses his controller onto the couch next to him as he turns around.Â
âIt was an accident!â Sunwoo defends. âIt just kindaâŠslipped out while I was talking to her. A reflex!â
âYou called the girl you concussed babe on reflex?â Eric exclaims in disbelief. âAre you stupid?â
âSays the one who suggested kicking the ball at her!â
âYeah, well at least I didnât give the girl of my dreams a concussion!â
âIt was your fault!â Sunwoo yells, and Eric scoffs.
âYeah, sure. Whatever makes you feel better.âÂ
âHe called me babe, Soonyoung,â youâre laying face down on your friendâs bed, kicking your feet in the air behind you with his tiger plushie tucked under your arms.Â
âMhm,â heâs not paying attention, instead focusing on the tiger Lego set that you had given him for his birthday. âVery nice.â
âUgh, and heâs so sweet too.â You continue to ramble, grinning like a mad woman when you recall the notes he had diligently taken for you despite not knowing a damn thing about Applied Measurements. âDid I tell you about the notes he took for me the other day? The ones that heââ
ââColor-coded and annotated for you?â Soonyoung interrupts, finally slamming down the little pieces of plastic in his hand. You flinch at the noise. âLeft little notes about things he found interesting or didnât quite understand but tried to explain anyway? Yeah, you told me.â
You duck your head, trying to ignore the throbbing. It had mostly gone away, but occasionally loud noises would spike pain through your skull.Â
âSorryâŠâ you mumble, letting your legs fall flat on the mattress. Soonyoung turns to face you, pursing his lips.Â
âY/N, if you like this kid so much then why not ask him out?â
âItâs not like that!â You protest, but a sharp look from your best friend makes you backtrack. âAt least, not for him. Heâs just doing this because he feels bad for me! And besides, Iâm a few years older than him, so wouldnât it be weird?â
âHow is that weird?â Soonyoung inquires, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. âHeâs of age, isnât he?â
âOf age,â you scoff and make air quotes. âWhat is this, the 1600s?âÂ
Soonyoung glares at you and sits back in his chair. âI donât care if youâre concussed, Iâll make that lump in your skull bigger if you push me.âÂ
At his warning, you huff.
âOkay, fine, yes, he is. But itâs weird for me! Iâm a senior in college, about to enter the work force if I can get my senior project proposal done, and heâs just a sophomore! Heâs the universityâs star soccer player, heâs just starting to get ahead. I donât want to, like, stunt that for him.âÂ
âY/N,â Soonyoung rolls his chair toward you with a sympathetic smile on his face. âI can almost guarantee that Sunwoo will not care if youâre a few years older than him. I donât think heâll care if heâs just starting college. If Iâm being honest, he finds that all the more reason to be attracted to you. Young men love older womenâ but you arenât old!â He quickly backtracks before you can cut him off. âYouâre not old, and believe me when I tell you that not a single person in the world would be doing this for someone that they werenât attracted to.â
âAre you sure?â You sit up, wrapping your whole body around the tiger plushie, and Soonyoung nods.
âI promise.â
âThenâŠhow do I get him to know that IâŠthat Iâm also attracted to him?âÂ
Soonyoung grins and you feel your heart drop.Â
âBoy, do I have some ideas for you.â
Sunwoo is getting worried. The last four days have been ridiculously quiet for him, his days empty and dragging on without you around him.Â
You were avoiding him, he could tell. Whenever he showed up to pick you up from your dorm, someone else was already there. A man, your age and clearly friends with you if the wide smile on your face said anything. You would lock eyes with him, your smile falling when you saw the confusion and hurt in his eyes. You would turn your gaze away and the man would get your door for you, laughing about something you said.Â
Then there was the avoidance of his texts. He would ask if everything was okay, how your head was doing, random jokes or comments about things he saw on campus. Things that he would tell you had you been with him during the day. It wasnât like it was unusual for the two of you to text now. In fact, it was weird when you werenât messaging each other about something but nowâŠ
Itâs like youâre trying to block out his existence.Â
âIâm telling you,â Kevin hands Sunwoo a case of beer, cutting into the younger manâs frantic rambling. âSheâs probably just busy, dude.â
âThen why wouldnât she tell me?â Sunwoo pouts, carrying the case into the house. Kevin follows with a case of his own.
âHell if I now,â he scoffs. âYou think I have time to psychoanalyze everything rich girls do?â
âI meanâŠisnât that your whole thing?â Sangyeon chimes in. âPsychoanalyzing everything about everyone?â
âThatâs not the point,â Kevin waves his hand in the air and huffs. âIâm busy enough with my own classes and practices, I can only do so many things at once.â
âSunwoo,â Sangyeon turns to the soccer player with a stern look in his eye. âThis is gonna be one of our biggest parties yet, I need you on top of your game to make sure people are enjoying themselves.â
âYeah, butââ
âKim Sunwoo,â Sangyeon grabs Sunwoo by the shoulders with an exasperated look on his face. âIf I hear you ranting about the girl you concussed one more time I might just lose it. Iâm putting you on door duty for the night.â
âWhat the fuck do you mean door duty?âÂ
Sangyeon scans the room for a moment before his eyes land on a metal detector stick that Hyunjae had bought as a part of his last Halloween costume.Â
âHere,â He tosses it to Sunwoo and smiles sarcastically. âUse this, make sure people arenât bringing weapons in or whatever.âÂ
Sunwoo looks down at the metal detector in his hands, eyebrows knitting together.Â
âYouâre serious?â
âOh, absolutely.â
âAre you sure that your plan worked?â Youâre peering up at Soonyoung with a nervous look in your eye when you roll up to the TBZ party. âYouâre sure heâsââ
âIâm positive, my dear.â Your best friend pats the top of your head, squinting at the frat house down the road. âI didnât think this many people were gonna be here tonight.âÂ
âSunwoo mentioned that it was gonna be a big one,â you murmur. Soonyoung turns his gaze to you and sighs at the pout on your lips. You look pitiful, to be honest. At least in attitude, that is.Â
âY/N,â you look at him again, âif Sunwoo doesnât fall head over heels at this party and fuck you until you literally cannot walk then I give you full permission to give me a concussion, just like he did to you. Look at you! You look absolutely stunning!âÂ
You find yourself smiling at Soonyoungâs words. Heâs not wrong, you do look stunning. A loose, short black dress that dips down at your chest to reveal just enough cleavage. The straps are jeweled, glittering under the lights and highlighting the jewelry around your neck. The dress itself stops just low enough that it covers everything but shows enough to tease, and youâre wearing sleek black pumps with an ankle strap so your feet donât fly out of them (youâd made that mistake before. Never againâŠ).Â
âNow,â He claps his hands together and grins. âLetâs go get you your man, and get me a drink.âÂ
In hindsight, you probably should have known that the party would not have been good for your head. Loud noises had never particularly been something you enjoyed. A lot of people assumed you loved parties due to your financial status, but that wasnât true. In fact, you were a bit of a recluse. You had only a few friends, though you were nice to nearly everyone you met. Sunwoo happened to be an exception.Â
He wiggled his way into your life with that soccer ball, and you truly donât think you can see a future without him in it, even if he just stays a friend.
The second you walk up the driveway, your head begins to pound, your vision flashing with stars, and you squeeze Soonyoungâs arm tightly to keep yourself from wobbling on your feet.Â
Then you see Sunwoo at the door, a large bucket to his right, and a hand-held metal detector in his hand. You can see him scanning people, waving girls in, and then stopping men and pointing at the bucket. You feel a lump forming in his throat when you take in the sight of him. His hair is a mess of curls, the same curls youâd come to love since he gave you a concussion. Heâs dressed in a tight-fitting black tee shirt and baggy jeans, nothing fancy but it brings the butterflies back to your stomach in full force.Â
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â The man in front of you scoffs at something Sunwoo said, and you blink yourself back to reality.Â
â$5 at the door,â Sunwoo shrugs, âsorry. I donât make the rules.â
âItâs your frat!â The man yells. Sunwoo quirks an eyebrow.
âYeahâŠdo I look like the president or something?â The man stays silent and Sunwoo sighs. âLook, I donât have the time to deal with you. Are you in or not? Thereâs a line of people behind you, and all of them wanna get in so you should probably pick fast.â
The student huffs, digging into his pocket for a dirty $5 bill, tossing it into the bucket, and shoving past Sunwoo. The soccer player just rolls his eyes and sighs again.Â
âWhoâs up nextââ he chokes on his words when he sees you, his eyes widening and his jaw-dropping. You smile nervously, raising your hand in a tiny wave while Soonyoung throws a few ones into the bucket.Â
âIâll see you in there,â your friend says to you. âText me if you need me.â Soonyoung squeezes your hand and nods at Sunwoo before walking into the house. You step to the side, letting people move past you but keeping a little bit of distance between you and the frat boy who hasnât taken his eyes off of you yet.Â
âYouâre here,â Sunwoo says, not even looking at the continuous line of people walking into the house without paying. âYouâreâ why are you here?âÂ
A sheepish smile crawls onto your face. âDo youâŠnot want me here?â Sunwoo panics, shaking his head rapidly and grabbing your hand in his.Â
âThatâs notâ thatâs not what I meant.â He tells you, and you canât help the warmth in your cheeks. âI justâ your head. This canât be good for your concussion, can it?âÂ
You kiss your teeth, nodding slowly. âYeahâŠKinda got a little bit of a migraine right now.â You donât tell him that the concussion has completely healed.
âLetâsâ letâs get you someplace quieter, baâ Y/N.â He tugs at your hand, pushing you in front of him and covering your ears with your hand. He leans in close to you, his lips brushing the shell of one ear and you feel your breathing hitch in your throat.Â
âCover your eyes a bit and look down, I canât block your vision but I can shield your ears a bit, babe.â He lets it slip out this time, and you do as he says.Â
Sunwoo walks you forward, and you can see feet shuffling around the two of you. His hands do more than you expected, the sounds around you fairly muffled and dulling the throb in your skull. His body is so close to yours, his legs bumping into you with every step, but he keeps the two of you steady. Someone knocks into you, and Sunwoo says something to them, something harsh that you canât make out over the noise of the party. He stops walking for a brief moment, now talking to someone else. You faintly hear a name, Chang-something, and then heâs fleeing the scene, knocking into you on his way out.Â
Sunwoo steps to your side when you reach a staircase, talking into your ear so you know exactly where each step is. Another person bumps into you, and Sunwoo takes a hand off your ear to wrap it around your waist.
âYou can drop your hand,â he tells you. âThe lights arenât flashing over here.â You nod, and you feel his hand drop at the same time yours does. Youâre still walking up the stairs and even though you donât need help anymore, his hand stays on your waist, the touch sending electric shocks throughout your body.Â
Sunwoo feels like heâs going to throw up.
Scratch that. Sunwoo is going to throw up.Â
He really hadnât expected to see you here. In fact, he hadnât expected to see you at all for the rest of his college days. Had you finally decided to sue him? Are you serving him? He hadnât seen any documents with you, but maybeâ
âIâm not suing you, Sunwoo,â you sit on his bed with one leg crossed over the other. Your dress rides up your thighs, something Sunwoo tries desperately to ignore but he just canât. âYou can relax.âÂ
You can relax, he repeats the words in his head over and over and over again, but he canât. In fact, his body just grows more tense with the time that passes. Sunwoo tries to look at you, and then he tries not to look at you. Thereâs a heat in your gaze, and he canât tell what the emotion behind it is. He hopes itâs not anger, he prays that you havenât gotten angry with him.Â
âAre youââ he clears his throat. âWho was the guy you were with?â You tilt your head and he clarifies his question. âI justâ Iâve seen him with you a lot these days so I was justâ I just thoughtââ
âWho, Soonyoung? Heâs not my boyfriend,â you tell him and laugh when he visibly deflates with relief.Â
âGood. Iâ I mean thatâsâ I justââ his face feels like itâs on fire, his stomach churning when you continue to laugh at him. When you wince and bring your hand up, he practically trips over himself to find an unopened bottle of water for you.Â
âHowâs your head?â Sunwoo asks you, quietly now. You shrug and slide over so he can sit next to you on the edge of his bed.
âConcussion is better, just canât do loud noises.â Sunwoo nods and you continue. âAt the last check-up, my doctor said that I might get some headaches here and there though, at least for a little while.â
âThen why are you here? At a party?âÂ
âIâŠguess I just wanted to see you?â You had this all planned out with Soonyoung. Why are you so nervous?
Sunwooâs eyebrows knit together. âWhy would you want to see me?âÂ
âYouâre joking, right?â You canât help the scoff that leaves your lips, regretting letting it out when Sunwoo flinches and looks away from you. âSorry, itâs justâŠthereâs no way that you donât know by now.â
âKnow what?â He presses, hoping that youâre saying what heâs been dreaming of you saying since he saw you on his first day at this university. Youâre so close to him now, mere inches from him, and he fights every instinct inside of him that says to close that distance. He wants to hear everything you have to say.
You open your mouth to speak again, and thereâs a knock on the door. Both of your heads whip around as it swings open, and Sunwooâs heart sinks when he sees Soonyoung, the man you had entered the building with. He almost looked distraught that heâd entered the room.Â
âHi, so sorry to interrupt. UmâŠâ he looks at you with a grimace. âWe gotta go.â
âWhat?â Your eyebrows furrow. âWhy? I was talking with Sunwooââ
âYeah, sorry again, but we gotta go.â Sunwoo watches you get up, albeit reluctantly, and you turn to him.Â
âIâllâŠweâll talk later, okay?â You smile at Sunwoo, but you turn away before he can say anything to you.Â
âPromise?â He calls out, but the door is already shutting behind you.
You really did intend on texting Sunwoo after, to continue your conversation, but âafterâ turns into two days, and then four, and then itâs been a week, and suddenly itâs almost finals. You know that Sunwooâs game is today. The last game of the season. Heâd raved about it a few times while studying with you. You knew how excited for it he was, knew how hard he was practicing to make sure he was in his best shape.Â
âWhat do you mean heâs about to be taken off the field?â You snap into your phone, scanning the lot around you for somewhere to park. Itâs dark out, the lights in the lot hardly working so it makes it difficult to see any free spots. âFuck, why is it always so fucking busy at these games?â
âHeâs missed every shotâ DAMN YOU DECELIS. YUTA GET THAT DAMN BALLââ You pull the phone away from your ear when Soonyoung starts to yell, hearing the crowd in the stadium erupt into cheers. âAnother point to Decelis Uni. Anyway, no heâs been likeâŠreally off in his games, the only reason he isnât off already is because of Lee Chan.â
âThank god for him,â you sigh as you put your car into park. âListen, I just parked, so just give me five minutes to get in there. Maybe he needs a good luck charm or something. Fuck itâs cold out here. Why did I wear a skirt to this damn game?â
âDid you just call yourself his good luck charm?â
âNo, I justââ you huff.
âNo, youâre right. I think you are because when you guys were talking, heâd been playing better than ever. Things went to shit after my plan.â
âYeah, thanks for that by the way.â
âAny time, best friend. Get here soon. Maybe there will be a time out and you can kiss him or something.âÂ
âYeah, maybe.âÂ
You shove your phone into your pocket, running toward the stadium as the crowd erupts into cheers again.
âWhat the fuck is going on with you?â Lee Chan grabs Sunwoo by the shoulder when half-time is called. Both boys are dripping with sweat, exhausted from the game. There had been so much back and forth between the two teams, keeping them tied almost constantly for the past 45 minutes. âYouâve been playing like shit for three games in a row, Kim Sunwoo. This isnât like you. Iâm not afraid to get Coach to bench you if you donât get your shit together.â
Sunwoo huffs, grabbing his water bottle from the bench and ignoring his teammate so he can hydrate.Â
âIâm fine, just not feeling great.â He dismisses. Chanâs lip curls into a sneer.Â
âIf we lose this game because of you, I swear to fucking god I will get you kicked from the team.âÂ
âYou wouldnât do that,â Sunwoo rises to his feet and glares down at the team captain. He may be the star player, but it takes more than skill to hold a team together. Lee Chan has that ability. Morals, respect from his teammates, he has everything. Thatâs why Sunwoo backs down when Chan straightens his posture.Â
âYou think I fucking wonât? Remember who got you on this team in the fucking first place.â
Sunwooâs ears start to ring, and he can hear someone yelling his name. It sounds distant, and he swears heâs imagining it so he ignores it.Â
It happens again, louder this time and grabbing Chanâs attention as well. Both players whip their heads toward the crowd, and Sunwooâs stomach drops.Â
There you are, shoving your way through the crowd to get to the barrier. People yell at you, and you say something that shuts them up. Heâs in awe, staring at you and the distressed look on your face. You wave your hands to get his attention, and Chan shoves him again.
âIf sheâs why you arenât on top of your game, you better fix shit right now. Iâm not losing this one, Kim Sunwoo.â
âYeah, got it.â Itâs like heâs running on autopilot, walking toward you and then running. There are three minutes left in half-time, so he needs to make this fast.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â Sunwoo grabs onto the barricade and hauls himself up so heâs face-to-face with you, ignoring the people yelling around the two of you.Â
You grin at him, a mischievous look in your eye.Â
âYou donât want me here?â The panic in his eyes makes you laugh, and you lean toward him. He smells of sweat and grass and your nose wrinkles.Â
âI donâtâ you know that isnât what I meant.â He snaps, but you know he isnât mad at you.Â
âSoonyoung said you were playing like shit, figured Iâd find out why.â You grab the collar of his shirt and pull him closer to you so he canât leave before you talk to him.
âIâm just distracted today.â You scoff and he narrows his eyes at you. âWhat?â
âYouâve been practicing for this game for weeks now, Kim Sunwoo. What could possibly have you so distracted today?âÂ
He hesitates, and you already know his answer.Â
âI donât have time to talk right now, Y/N.â Heâs biting his lip, anxiously flicking his eyes to the clock behind him. You roll your eyes. Of course, he wouldnât answer you. You knew he wouldnât give you a straight answer, knew he was too nervous between the game and having you right in front of him to fully focus.Â
âThen Iâll make this fast.â
âMake whatââ your lips are on his, your hand on the back of his neck to hold him close while you kiss him. His body stiffens and then relaxes, and then his hand comes to your arm to keep himself stable. His face slides against yours, transferring his sweat to your body and you pull back.
âWin this game,â you look into his eyes, but itâs like he canât focus on you. He looks like heâs in a daze, and you tug at the strands of his hair to get his attention.
âIâ yeah, Iâll win.â He promises but he sounds far away. The buzzer goes off. âIâ what wasââ
âIf you win this game, you can take me on a date.â You grin and let go of him. Chan yells Sunwooâs name and the boy pulls back from you reluctantly.Â
âAnywhere I want?â
âAnywhere.â
âPromise?â His eyes are shining when he looks at you. You smile, placing another gentle kiss on his plush lips.
âI promise.â
Heâs running away from you now, a new lightness in his feet that had been missing the past two weeks. Thereâs fresh energy in his muscles, in his bones, and that overconfident attitude that his teammates and opponents despised returns in full force.
âI take it Iâm not gonna have to pull you off the field?â The Coach eyes Sunwoo as he jogs by. Sunwoo slows and turns back with a wicked grin on his face.Â
âNot a chance in hell, Coach.â
âCanât believe you kissed him.â Soonyoung nudges you with a grin, and you roll your eyes.
âWhy? Didnât think I had it in me?â
âNo, itâs not that,â he shakes his head and lets out a sharp whistle when Sunwoo steals the ball from the opposing team. âHe was covered in sweat and grass. Donât you hate that shit?â
âWorth it,â Soonyoung snorts when you smile at him.Â
Since the start of the second half, Sunwoo had already brought their team into the lead by two points. Youâd never seen him play before, but everything youâd heard was true. He was fast, agile, and strong. He was a beast on the field, keeping himself just out of reach of all the other players. You can tell the other team is starting to get agitated, starting the get rough with your schoolâs team.Â
You bite at your thumb as you watch the game proceed. Two minutes left in the game, and theyâre tied again. You can see all the players getting tired, everyone slowing down. Sunwoo seems to be the only one with the energy to keep going, but even he seems to struggle.Â
30 seconds and Sunwoo has the ball again. The stadium has gone quiet and you could swear that you hear the ticking of the clock.Â
10 seconds and Sunwoo is almost to the goal, you stand from your seat, and people around you rise as well. Anticipation. Tension. The stadium is filled with it. People start cheering again, the other school starts yelling at their team to move their asses.Â
5 seconds and the crowd goes silent. Sunwoo is on the ground, a player from the other team on top of him. Players from all sides are running over, trying to see what happened. The announcers say that the opposing player, Park Jongseong, tackled Sunwoo, his hand unintentionally jamming the star playerâs nose. A medic rushes over, but Sunwoo waves them away. You canât see his face very well, but you can tell by his posture that heâs agitated.
Jongseong is penalized, and his coach takes him off the field for a moment. Sunwoo is set in front of the center of the goal, pacing while he waits for the âokâ from the referee. He glances up at the crowd, and for a moment you swear that he looks at you. For a moment, you swear that you can see him smiling at you, through the throbbing in his face and the ache in his body. You could swear that heâs telling you Iâm gonna win this. Trust me.
Jongseong is back on the field, the clock is set. The referee raises his hand, an indirect kick. Sunwoo rolls his neck, jogging backwards to get a headstart. Yuta and Chan are both ready to receive a pass.Â
The clock starts.
5
Sunwoo is running. You and the rest of the crowd are yelling at him to run faster. He does.
4
The ball is sailing through the air, Chan and Yuta and all the other players on the field are running for the ball. Yuta gets there first.
3
Yuta kicks the ball, but another player knocks it out of the air. Sunwoo is already waiting, stealing the ball and moving to an open space.
2
Sunwoo kicks the ball and watches it sail through the air. He doesnât stop running, not when thereâs still time on the clock
1
The crowd erupts into cheers, deafening you and you feel Soonyoung grab your shoulders, shaking you and yelling just as loud as everybody else. You feel a yell building in your chest.
0
Theyâve won. Sunwoo is being hauled into the air by his teammates, The other team is sulking by their coach. You canât go to him. Not yet. The crowd is beginning to clear, some people moving from the stands to leave the stadium and chat with their friends, to wait for the team to come out.Â
âYou coming?â Soonyoung quirks an eyebrow at you but you know that he already knows the answer. A shake of your head confirms his suspicions and he grins. âGo get your man. I wonât interrupt this time.â He makes his way down the stands to the parking lot, and you smile while walking down to the field. The teams have dispersed now, done with talking to their coaches and making their way to the locker room. Sunwoo hangs back, talking with Chan as you walk across the turf. Your heart is pounding in your chest, so hard you fear itâll burst from behind your ribcage.Â
Chan sees you first, jerking his head in your direction and clapping Sunwoo on the shoulder. Sunwoo turns as he walks away, and you can see the way his eyes light up when he recognizes you.Â
âI told you Iâd win, didnât I?â He grins at you when you get closer, but you donât respond. Youâre only a few steps from him now, and you take a deep breath. âYou okay?â
âYour face is bruisedâŠâ you have to force yourself not to jump his bones right there, instead focusing on the blooming bruise on his right cheek. Your fingers brush over it and he doesnât even flinch.
âItâs nothing,â he reassures you, resting his hands on your waist. âItâll be gone in a week, I promise. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about.âÂ
You smile back at him, craning your neck to look him in the eye.Â
âYou think my head is pretty?âÂ
âI think everything about you is pretty, babe.â Your cheeks heat up and he presses a kiss to your lips. Itâs gentle, far less frantic than the one you gave him on the bleachers. Your hand trails from his cheek to the side of his neck, holding him close to you. Your lips part against his, your head tilting to give a better angle to kiss him at and he inhales sharply. Your body is on fire everywhere heâs touching you. Your waist, your lips, your neck. It feels electric and it pains you when he forces himself to separate from you, his nose brushing against yours.Â
âAll that for winning a game?â he breathes out, pressing a light kiss to the corner of your mouth. âI should win more often if this is gonna be my reward from now on.â
Your lips curl into a smirk. âIâll give you more than just a kiss if you want, Kim Sunwoo.âÂ
It takes him a moment to process what you said. Sunwoo stares at you, eyes wide and jaw hanging open for so long that you almost consider taking back what you said.Â
âYouâreâ what happened to take me to dinner? What happened to hello, how are you?â His grip on your waist tightens and you shrug.Â
âI have more important things in mind.â Sunwooâs whole body is tense, so tense that you feel like heâll combust on the spot if you arenât careful.
âIâm covered in dirt and sweat.â He tries as an excuse but you scoff. âI donât think you wanna fuck me while Iâm like this, right?âÂ
âDo you really care about that?â He takes a deep breath.
âMe? No. I justâŠIf I go with you right now I swear to god Iâll cum in my pants and I really donât want that to happen during our first time togetherââ
âSunwoo,â You grab his chin between two fingers and he snaps his mouth shut. âI donât care about any of that. I care about you. I want you, whether or not youâre covered in sweat.â You reach one of your hands up, pushing his soaking wet hair out of his face and his features soften.Â
âYou reallyâŠyou like me, donât you?â
âI figured it was obvious when I kissed you in front of the whole stadium, Sunwoo.â You kiss your teeth and step away from him. His grip loosens on you and eventually falls when you continue to back away from him, that sly grin still on your face.Â
âWhere are you going?â He trails after you like a lost puppy but you just shrug.Â
âCome with me if you wanna find out.â
You silently thank god when you find the parking lot already half empty. Sunwooâs car is a distance from most other cars, tucked under some trees that cast shadows over that old Toyota Corolla.Â
âYouâreââ Sunwoo is cut off when you open the door to his back seat and shove him in. You hear some people behind you howling, briefly turning your head to see his teammates cheering him on.Â
âGet some, Kim Sunwoo!â Lee Chan screams and you laugh before crawling into the car behind Sunwoo.Â
You turn just enough to slam the car door shut, and then youâre on top of Sunwoo. He tugs you onto his lap, your skirt riding up enough to expose your thighs to him, but you give him no time to process anything, your lips already crushed against his. Itâs sloppy, but the whine he emits just from the pressure behind it has heat curling in your stomach again. Your tongue dips into his open mouth, and he pushes against you with more force that you had anticipated. He curls his tongue around yours, sucking and licking at it, and your body begins to shudder against his.Â
Sunwoo drags your hips down against his own, groaning at the feeling of your heat against his growing member.Â
âCanât wait to be inside you,â he hisses when he pulls away, moving his lips down to attach to your throat and sucking harsh marks into your skin. You whine at his statement, grinding against him of your own will once heâd set the rhythm. He feels so good against you, pressing against your clit in just the right way to have you curling against him with broken whines spilling from your lips. Sunwoo moves one of your hands to your hair, jerking your head to the side to expose more of your skin to him, and you know he grows impatient when your shirt gets in the way.Â
âCan I take this off?â He asks you, his eyes glittering when he looks up at you.
âReally think Iâd say no to you?â You smile, reaching your hands down and pulling your shirt off and tossing it somewhere in the front seat. Sunwoo looks like heâs in heaven when you unclip your bra and throw it back with your shirt, baring your breasts for him.
âFuckâŠâ he breathes out, cupping one in his hand and brushing his thumb over your nipple. You force yourself to keep your breathing steady, to let him do what he wants. âYouâre so pretty, baby. Wanna drown in your pretty tits.âÂ
âYeah?â You ask, your voice breathy. âWhoâs stopping you, then?â He looks up at you like youâre his goddess, like heâd worship you every day and every night if youâd let him.
âReally?â He hardly waits for a response before heâs shoving his face into your tits, laving at the valley between them before ultimately choosing one to focus on with his mouth. He sucks at the nipple, tugging at it between his teeth and listening to the delicate whines you let out. The other breast doesnât go unnoticed, one of his hands palming at it and tweaking the nipple for a few minutes before he switches sides to give each of your breasts the same treatment.Â
You havenât stopped grinding on him in this time, your eyelids fluttering shut while your roll your hips over Sunwooâs. You can feel his dick twitching in his soccer shorts, can feel him fighting the urge to jerk his hips into yours.Â
âSunwoo,â you choke out, tugging at the strands of his hair. It doesnât stop him, in fact you could swear that the action makes him suck harder on your tits and your voice breaks into a moan. âSunwoo,âÂ
This time when you speak, you yank his head back. He whines, his neck now at an awkward angle as he tries to sink back into your chest.Â
âWhyyyy,â he drawls with a pout. His lips are puffy and covered in spit, similar to your chest and you already know heâs sucked marks into your skin thatâll be visible for days after this.Â
âWanna fuck you, baby.â You plead. âWanna fuck you so bad.âÂ
His eyes roll into the back of his head at your tone, and he pushes you off of him just long enough to shove his clothing off. You do the same, noting the way your panties stick to your slick cunt. With a smirk, you discreetly tuck them into the center console while his back is still somewhat turned to you.Â
By the time heâs turned back around, youâve stripped yourself of all your clothing and sunk your fingers into your core. Your eyes have fluttered shut with two fingers inside of you and your thumb rubbing circles into your clit.Â
âWhat areâ whatââ Sunwoo sounds like heâs going to cry, and you force your eyes open. Heâs staring at your glistening folds with a look of pure hunger and you can only assume heartbreak as you finger yourself. âWhy are youââ
âGotta get myself ready for you,â you tell him with a pout. âDonâtâf-fuckâ wanna make sure you fit i-inside of me.â Your back arches off the door and Sunwoo lunges for you, yanking your hand away from your pussy. The suddenness of the action makes you yelp, your eyes fly open again when Sunwoo sinks your fingers into his mouth. You canât tell if the moan he lets out is genuine or if itâs for show, but itâs guttural and has your walls clenching around absolutely nothing. His tongue laves over your fingers, sucking them as far into his mouth as he can, getting as much of your taste off of your fingers as humanly possible before pulling them from his mouth and lowering your hand back to your side.
âThatâs my job,â Sunwoo hisses, and then heâs lowering his body down so he can be level with your pussy. Two of his fingers prod at your entrance, and your hips jerk toward him against your well. He clicks his tongue when he sinks them into you. âLoosened your little cunt up a little bit already, hm? Gotta stretch you out even more though if I wanna fit inside you.âÂ
You can only whine when he sinks a third finger into you, scissoring them inside of them and curling them into that sweet spot inside of you. The stretch begins to sting, ever so slowly ebbing away and being replaced by pure, unadulterated pleasure.Â
âOh god, Sunwoo.â You gasp out, your hand wrapping around his wrist but you canât exactly figure out why. To slow him down? To force him to go faster? âFeels so fucking good, please.â You feel a coil beginning to tighten in your stomach as his fingers punch into that spot time and time again, his thumb rubbing harsh circles into your clit similar to how you were. Fast learner.
Sunwoo grins at the way your face twists and contorts with pleasure, the way you try to control how your hips buck against his hand, the guttural moans you emit.Â
âGonna cum, babe?â He knows the answer. He knows by the way you clench against him, the way your cunt tries to force his hand out.
âYes,â you whine out, âyes, gonna c-cum. Sun-Sunwoo, please.â
âPlease what, babe?â He coos. âCanât give you what you want if you donât tell me.â Just to tease you, he slows down. âDo you want me to stop?â
âNO,â you cry out, taking matters into your own hands and fucking down onto his hand. âPle-please let me cum!â
âOhhh, I see.â He hums and drives his fingers into you faster, harder. Your whines and whimpers have become broken little sobs. âFuck, babe, itâs like no oneâs ever made you feel like this.â He canât help but laugh when you clench down on him again.Â
âG-Gonna cum, Sunwoo!â He just hums, watching as you clench down once, twice, and then your body is jerking against his hand. Your cunt tries to force him out one more time but he continues to drive into you and work you through your first orgasm of the night.Â
When your body has stopped shuddering, Sunwoo finally pulls his fingers out of you. He raises them up a bit, just enough for you to see the way the mix of your arousal and your cum.Â
âLook at all this, baby.â He holds his fingers out to you with a broad grin on his face. âHave you ever tasted yourself?â Your eyes come back to focus when he prods his fingers against your lips. You let him sink his fingers into your mouth, nearly gagging when they hit the back of your throat. âTastes good, doesnât it?âÂ
You swallow around his fingers, taking in the bittersweet taste on your tongue. Sunwoo watches you with hazy eyes when you take hold of his wrist again, holding his hand close to you while your tongue swirls around his fingers. You know exactly what heâs thinking, know exactly whatâs going on behind those hazy eyes of his, and have to force yourself to pull off of his fingers when you know youâve cleaned him off completely.Â
âFucking minx,â he growls and grips your hips tightly in his hands, flipping you over so youâre on your hands and knees. âDid that on purpose, didnât you? Knew Iâd think of you sucking my cock, think of you gagging on it as I fuck your pretty little face?â You donât have a response this time, only moaning when he shoves his cock into you with one harsh thrust.Â
He gives you no time to adjust, gives you no time to work through the sting it brings you but you donât mind. Not when the stretch feels so good. Not when his cock is fucking into at a pace so harsh it has your body sliding across the seats. Your arm reaches out, hand desperately trying to find purchase on something, anything to hold you steady against the roughness of his hips slapping against yours.Â
His hand slides up your spine, tangling in your hair and yanking on it to pull you against him. Your moans become louder, harsher until theyâve turned into screams and cries of his name. You can feel the fabric of his carâs seats digging into your knees, feel the old Toyota Corolla rocking back and forth while the windows fog up with the heat of your sinful behavior.Â
One of Sunwooâs legs slips down to the floor of the car, but he doesnât slow as he adjusts his position. It gives him a new angle, new strength to fuck into you harder and faster, bruising your insides as he practically punches into your cervix from the force of his thrusts.Â
âHow does this feel, hm?â He coos into your ear, his breathing heavy from overexhertion. âDoes this feel good? Am I fucking you good, baby?â
âS-so good!â You cry out. âFuckinâ me sâgood, Sunwoo!â
âYeah?â He bends you over again, this time hunching over your body and humping into you like a dog in heat. Your back arches into him, your body shaking with seemingly neverending pleasure. âGonan cum fâme?â Sunwooâs arms are all over you, pinching at your nipples, squeezing your waist, gripping your ass. His lips place firm kisses onto your spinal cord, sucking hickies into your skin that no one but him will see.
âYES!â Your voice breaks and you cum again, squeezing so tightly around his cock that he emits a moan so loud and sharp that you fear youâve broken him.Â
Sunwoo pumps white hot cum into you in thick ropes that spill out while he continues to fuck you, overstimulating you both. The mixture of your cum drips down your legs and onto the fabric seats, and you pray that whoever sits back here after you doesnât notice the white stain in the middle seat, doesnât think to ask about this mystery stain and that Sunwoo refuses to give them an answer.
When his hips finally slow, when his dick finally softens inside of you and he slips out, you let your body sag against the seat. Sunwoo grimaces at the sight of you, dark marks littering your skin. He hopes that Soonyoung doesnât ask questions about the way you limp into your classes the next few days. You hope he knows better by now than to question it.Â
âFor a sophomore,â you wheeze out while you roll over. Sunwoo runs his hands up and down your thighs, smiling thoughtfully. âYou sure seem to have lots of experience.â
âNever judge a book by its cover, babe.â He squeezes just above your knee, running his tongue across his lips when he sees more cum dripping out of you. You catch the fiery look in his eye and groan while you squeeze your legs shut. He groans when you use one foot to kick him back against the door opposite you.Â
âNo,â you scold him. He looks like a kicked puppy.
âWhyyyy,â he reaches for your legs again and you push him back even more.Â
âIâm tired, Sunwoo.â You say but he just crawls on top of you with a mischievous grin.
âYou wonât have to do anything,â he bargains. âJusâ wanna taste you a little. Thatâs all!â You glare at him.
âOne time.â His eyes light up and he pries your legs open again. âYou get one more from me tonight, Kim Sunwoo. You hear me?â
âMhm!â He dives straight into you, knowing that this was far from the last time heâd get you to cum in his car tonight.
âI still think that you should be thanking me,â Eric shuts the door of Sunwooâs car with a sly grin.Â
âFor what?â Sunwoo asks exasperatedly.Â
It had been less than 24 hours since Sunwoo had fucked you in his car and officially made you his after a long year and a half of pining. He was tired. His body was tired. He didnât have the energy to deal with his best friend this early in the morning, or at all really.Â
âFor getting you guys together! It was my idea, anyway.â Eric clicks his seatbelt into place and runs a hand through his dyed red hair. âWhere are your car gummy worms?âÂ
âCenter console,â Sunwoo puts the car in drive and has barely begun to ease his foot off the brake when Eric lets a gasp so violent and loud that he slams his foot back down again. âWhat, what happened?â He slams the car back into park, his face going white when he sees what his best friend is dangling between two dainty fingers.Â
Black lace panties.Â
Your black lace panties.Â
âSunwooâŠyou didnâtâŠâ Eric chokes out with a mix of disgust and heartbreak on his face. Sunwoo rips the panties out of his best friendâs hands and shoves them into the pocket of his jeans. His face feels like itâs on fire, his heart pounding out of his chest.Â
âDo not ever speak of this to anybody. Ever.â
âYou fucking FREAK!â
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"FRIENDLY" COMPETITION
SUMMARY: The TBZ frat had always had a rivalry with the KAT sorority. At least, they did when you and Sangyeon became the presidents three years ago. What happens when you mix a little friendly competition into this rivalry of yours?
GENRE: smut, fluff, angst
PAIRING: Lee Sangyeon x afab!reader
WC: 7.6k
SERIES MASTERLIST
PERM TAGLIST: @juyeonszn @winterchimez
18+ MDNI AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED
WARNINGS: the enemies to we fuckin genre makes a return, mentions of alcohol, eric is a cockblock FR, cops are called oops, making out ig, HEAVY marking but it's more biting each other than anything else, mentions of bets, insults (sexual and non sexual), degredation kinda, choking kinda, hairpulling, overstimulation, face fucking, hate sex, begging, Sangyeon is mean in this oops, idk there's like 3.5k words of smut in here, Sangyeon is really possessive, brat!reader x brattamer!sangyeon, unprotected sex, this is actually kinda nasty i'm so sorry yall
A/N: um...anywayyyyy....i didn't expect to write this much for Sangyeon's fic but uhhh yeah. I hope y'all enjoy whatever...this....is
âKiller party,â your painted red lips are curled into a sly smirk, your phone dangling in your hand. Sangyeonâs eyes narrow at you, his arms crossed over his chest while he towers over you. Flashing red and blue lights surround the TBZ house, and most partygoers have scattered and disappeared into the night. He vaguely remembers seeing Sunwoo and his girlfriend taking off in his Toyota Corolla, Haknyeon getting dragged off by some girl he canât be bothered to remember the name of.Â
Of course, it was you who called the cops on him. Itâs always you, ever since the two of you started the stupid bet at the beginning of the semester.
âIt was,â he agrees, not wanting you to know heâs agitated. âItâll be good for your sorority, no?â
Juyeon stands across the road from him, near the door of the frat house, chatting with a few officers. The other boys are scattered across the lawn, some watching Sangyeonâs interaction and some talking with each other.Â
âMhm, thanks for bringing us some guests, Sangie.â you chirp, spinning on your heel and beginning to walk to the street to your sleek black car. Your hips sway as you walk, your skirt rising up just a little bit and Sangyeon forces himself to look at the back of your head. He knows youâre doing that on purpose. You always do, ever since you started this rivalry.Â
Keyword: you.
You were the one who almost ran him over on his first day of freshman year at IST University, yelling at him to get out of your way, that you were going to be late because he was a stupid frat boy who could never do anything right. Being hot doesnât get you everywhere in life. It's ironic, isnât it, considering that was how youâd been getting everything since that day.
You were the one who blew up at him at the very first frat party heâd ever hosted as a sophomore, claiming that he purposefully picked that night to host his fratâs biggest party ever. The same night that you were supposed to host your own party. You claimed he did it on purpose, to get back at you for freshman year.
It was you whoâd started the bet in the first place. You who got so fed up with his know-it-all attitude, looking down at you all the time with that damn smirk of his. He thought he was everythingâ the king of the world.Â
âToo bad the cops got called on you,â he calls out. His voice echoes in the area, over the distant whooping of college boys and the sound of police chatter and doors shutting. You whip around, stomping back over to him. The cop cars are beginning to pull away upon seeing a list of guestsâ all of whom were over 21. Sangyeon had been prepared for this, knew you would try something like this.Â
âWhat did you just say?â You hiss out. Sangyeon can practically see the steam rolling out of your ears and cracks a grin.
âYou didnât hear?â Your eyebrows are knit together, and Sangyeon watches the blue and red lights flicker in your eyes.Â
âHear what, Lee Sangyeon?â you get closer to him, and he can smell the cheap perfume you wear every day.Â
âSomeone at your party narced as well. I heard itâs being shut down as we speak.âÂ
âI donât understand why you two hate each other so much,â Saebyeol picks at the corner of one of her textbook pages, watching you type an angry message to the frat president you claimed to hate so much. For the life of her, Saebyeol couldnât figure out why you always seemed to be texting him.Â
âItâs complicated,â you tell her and she rolls her eyes.
âClearly.â
Your phone hits the mattress and you turn your scowl to her. Sheâs smart enough to not look at you, knowing better than to push your buttons too much.Â
Everyone knew this. Everyone in your sorority, everyone in the TBZ frat, everyone who you shared classes with. You were the class pet, but you knew exactly how to get what you wanted from anyone and everyone you wanted. Some people called you a raging bitch, some called you a spitfire, and some admired you for not being afraid.Â
Lee Sangyeon, though? He did none of those things and you hated him for it. You hated that he didnât give you the time of day after nearly running him over, claiming that it was no big deal. Even from day one, you already held the firm belief that you were hot shit and you needed everyone to know that. Sangyeon gave you no response toâŠanything, really. You mocked him in classes, argued with him every chance you got, even called the fucking cops on his party but nothing got his attention. Nothing got you what you wanted. He hardly spared you a glance, always having an alternate solution to any problems you created for him. He would just send you that seductive smirk of his andâ
Wait, no.Â
Not seductive.Â
Annoying. Yes. That annoyingly sexy stupid smirk of his.Â
âY/N.â Saebyeol snaps her fingers in front of your face and huffs at the dazed look in your eyes. âThinking about your mortal enemy again?â
âWhy would I be thinking of him?â You knit your eyebrows together and Saebyeol stares blankly for a moment.
âYouâreâ youâre kidding, right?â Saebyeol slides her textbook off her lap and scoots toward you on your bed. âLike, this is a joke?â
âWhy would I be joking about this?â You fold your arms over your chest and your sorority sister huffs.Â
âY/N, my sweet sweet Y/N, you have done nothing but talk about Lee Sangyeon since day one of our college career,â Saebyeol says as if itâs the most obvious thing in the world. âItâs always Sangyeon this, Sangyeon that, Sangyeon did blah blah blah today and ugh I wanna slap that stupid smirk off his face.â She raises the pitch in her voice, openly mocking you and you can feel your cheeks beginning to heat up with embarrassment and frustration.Â
âI do not sound like that. And I donât always talk about him!â
âIf you hadnât told me so often that you hate his guts, I would think you want him to fuck you sideways into next Wednesday. In fact,â Saebyeol grins at you, âI think you really do want him to fuck you like that.âÂ
Now your cheeks are on fire, blazing red so bright that she can see it even behind the curtain of your hair.Â
âI do not!â You practically shriek, but your sorority sister continues.Â
âIâve heard that heâs really good, just like all the other TBZ boys,â she sighs dramatically as if swooning over him. âReally big, too.âÂ
Your breath catches in your throat, and your mind is suddenly stuck on the image of him drilling into you for hours and hours. Until the sun comes up until you canât feel your legs and youâre dripping a mix of his and your cum.Â
âI donât need to hear this right now,â you wave Saebyeol away. She purses her lips. âGet out, scram.â
âAlright,â she concedes, raising her hands in defense. âDonât come crying to me when we have to attend his party and you guys end up fucking all night.âÂ
Your head snaps up.
âWhat do you mean we have to attend his party?â A wicked grin appears on Saebyeolâs face.
âDidnât you hear? We lost the bet.â
Sangyeon doesnât expect to hear your shriek of his name and to see you barreling down the hall at 8AM on a Monday, steam once again pouring out of your ears. He doesnât expect you to grab him by the collar of his shirt and half-drag-half-walk him into the nearest empty classroom and slam the door shut, shoving him against the wall immediately after. He wonât deny that he finds this side of you attractive, especially when you press up against him.Â
âHow did you do it,â you practically spit out. He arches one of his perfect eyebrows, a playful grin on his lips.Â
âI donât know what youâre talking about, princess.â A lie. Of course, Sangyeon knows what youâre talking about. Itâs all his brothers had been raving about since the party that got shut down.Â
âDonât fucking call me that.â Your eyes are narrowed, but Sangyeon swears he sees another emotion in them. No, he tells himself, it couldnât be. You would never.Â
âWhy not? Isnât that what you are?â He sees it. The most subtle weight shift, the tiniest press of your thighs together. The shaky breath that you try to keep steady, but he knows you. Four years of debates, competitions, and arguments and he had never once seen your breathing unsteady. Wavered from lack of air, sure. Heâd seen that one plenty of times.Â
Unsteady, however? That was a whole different ball game that he could use to his advantage.Â
Had you asked any of the Tau Beta Zeta boys or any student at IST Uni, they would tell you that this competition, this rivalry that you so vehemently claimed existed was entirely one-sided. Anyone could tell you that Sangyeon was just entertaining you, using it as a way to stay close to you in hopes that one day you would cave for him.Â
Not for him to win. No, he couldnât care less about winning (youâd never guess it from his winning streak). He cares about you. Heâd wanted you desperately since day one, but he knew you hated everything about him.Â
Or, at least, so you told everyone around you.
âIâm not,â you try to sound angry, to keep your voice rough, but every word that spills out of your mouth comes out in a whine that takes Sangyeonâs breath away. âDonât call me that!â
âAre you sure?â He takes a step forward, and youâre forced to back up until he has you pressed against one of the rows of tables. âYou donât really seem to be putting up too much of a fight about that do you, princess?â
Your breathing hitches and Sangyeon cages you in with an arm on either side of the table behind you. His eyes bore into yours, and you catch the brief swipe of his tongue across his lip. Your eyes flick down, and then back up, and then Sangyeonâs lips are on yours.Â
Theyâre softer than you thought theyâd be (not that youâd thought about it). Theyâre soft, but he presses them against you with such fervor that you feel like the shape of them would be scorched into your skin. You try to keep pace with him, but his hand is in your hair, yanking on the strands to tilt your head back and you find yourself lost in a daze of pleasure. Sangyeon pulls back for just a few moments when your body shudders against his, a whimper forcing its way out of you.Â
âYou like that, donât you?â He yanks on the strands again, your jaw dropping open and your eyes rolling into the back of your head. âYou dirty bitch.â His lips attach to the skin of your cheek, your jaw, your neck. You lift yourself onto the table, your hands all over him. You put them under his shirt, scraping at his back as he sucks dark marks into your skin that you know will take too much product to cover up. Your nails scrape at his back, digging into the muscles that you know good and well heâd worked hard for. The image of him in the gym, sweat dripping from his shirtless body presses to the front of your mind and you find yourself pushing the fabric up his torso.
Sangyeon doesnât let you get a good look at his body, however. His hands come down on you, forcing you to lay back on the table. He drags you toward him, your hips sliding against his while he hovers over you.Â
âSo quiet now,â he hums. âWhat happened to that mouthy little princess from earlier?âÂ
âShut the fuck up,â you hiss, and to your complete surprise, he listens.
In your lust-filled daze, you reach your body up, connecting your spit-slicked lips once more. Sangyeon groans quietly, his hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you tight to him. Your back is arched, your neck pressed into an awkward angle but you donât seem to care. Not when heâs pushing his tongue into your mouth with so much desperation you would think this was his last day to live.Â
He raises you back up into a sitting position but finds that that isnât quite enough for him and slides his hands under your butt to haul you off the table, walking twenty feet to press you against the wall instead.Â
Your lips detach from his, slipping down to his neck to lick and suck and bite at the skin there. You arenât gentle with each other, not now. Four years of pent-upâŠanger? Frustration? Hate? Sangyeon isnât quite sure what to call it, and frankly neither are you, but it fuels the kisses youâre giving each other. It fuels him every time he changes your position. It fuels to grinding of his hips into yours and forcing little whines out of you. Your core pulses every time his bulge slides against you, and you swear you would let him kiss you like this for hoursâ
The door slams shut, and Sangyeon practically drops you to the ground. A boy is standing there, his eyes wide and his jaw hanging open as he stares at you and Sangyeon.
âUm,â the boy starts to speak but Sangyeon cuts him off, his eyes still boring into yours.
âGet the hell out, Eric.â The boyâ Eric nods dumbly, starting for the door but you stop him. Youâre suddenly all too aware of the position you were just in, of what exactly you just did and a numb feeling fills your stomach.
âItâs fine,â your voice is hoarse and Sangyeon turns his eyes back to you. Theyâre screaming at you, those eyes of his. Screaming at you to stay, to talk. âIâve gotta go anyway.â
âY/Nââ Sangyeon starts but you cut him off.Â
âDonât.â Your voice shakes and so does your hand as you push him away from you. His face contorts for a moment, but you turn your back on him before anything else can be said. âJustâŠjust stay away from me, Lee Sangyeon.â
You wish the bet had never happened. You wish that Lee Sangyeon didnât make an appearance in your life.Â
You wish that he would stop staring at you as you help decorate his frat house. Which, by the way, isnât as gross as you had imagined it to be. Thatâs not the point, though.
The point is that youâve felt his eyes on you the entire time youâve been there. You felt his eyes on you whenever you stopped to talk with one of the boys in the house, ask where something should go or what alcohol they want.Â
âSangyeon canât take his eyes off you,â Hyunjae comments as you pass by with one of the last boxes. You freeze where you stand, your cheeks immediately beginning to flush a deep shade of scarlet. âAny idea why, Miss President?â
âNo idea.â You tell him, but the nerves seep into your every word and you canât help but wonder if youâd covered the marks on your neck well enough. You wondered if the scratches youâd dug into Sangyeonâs skin had been revealed to his brothers or if Eric had snitched. You doubt that he had, though, based on the glares that Sangyeon shoots toward him and the way he ducks his head and scurries off to do something far away from the two of you.
âI donât think thatâs true,â Hyunjae sing-songs and you roll your eyes. âYou wanna know what I think?â
âNot really.â
âI think that you finally let loose a little bit and things got a littleâŠfrisky.â Hyunjae taps the side of his neck and your breathing hitches. So you didnât cover them entirely. Shit.
âItâs a good thing I didnât ask what you thought, then, right?â He grins at your statement and steps to the side so you can shove past him.Â
âHit it right on the nose, didnât I?â He trails after you with his hands shoved into his pockets.
âI donât know what youâre talking about, Lee Hyunjae.â You tell him over your shoulder. âAnd stop following me around.â
âWhy would I do that?â he counters. âItâs getting on Sangyeonâs nerves. Isnât that what you wanted?âÂ
Isnât it? Honestly, you werenât so sure anymore. You could still feel his lips on yours, feel the way he burned the imprint of his lips into the column of your throat, feel the size of him as he ground his hips into you.Â
âUsually, yes.â You smile, but it might be more of a grimace at this point. âI tend to get on his nerves.âÂ
Saebyeol eyes you from ten feet away, watching the way Hyunjae practically corners you in this conversation. You can see the curiosity burning in her gaze, but then your eyes turn to Sangyeon, and a swirl of heat pools in your gut. He looks pissed, but you canât figure out why. What could he possibly be pissed about?
âI have a few ways we can piss him off,â Hyunjae leans toward you, and suddenly heâs being yanked back with a yelp. âWhatâ dude what the fuck?âÂ
Sangyeon just scoffs.Â
âStay away from her, Hyunjae.â He says with a little sneer. The heat in your stomach is replaced with an uneasy churning.Â
âI was just talking to her!â The younger man protests, but you can see the glint in his eyes. Heâs enjoying every second of this confrontation. âRight, Y/N?â
âDidnât particularly look like she was enjoying your conversation,â Sangyeon shrugs.Â
âAnd youâd know that really well, wouldnât you?â
You arenât sure why you chose that moment to step in, but the way Sangyeon flinches at your statement makes you want to backtrack. For the first time in your life, youâre beginning to regret some of the things youâve said to Sangyeon.Â
For the first time in your life, when Sangyeon starts to walk away from you, you want to run after him. To apologize. To grovel at his feet and beg for forgiveness.Â
You donât. Instead, like always, you watch him walk away from you with a distraught look on your face.Â
âI canât believe youâre willingly going to talk to him,â Saebyeol practically yells into your ear over the loud music. The party is loud. So loud, and packed with more people than youâd ever seen at KAT or TBZ parties. It very nearly deafens you, but tonight youâre on a mission.Â
âWhat can I say,â you shrug. âIt bothers me when heâs the one walking away ticked off. Plus, I need to have the last word without the emotional guiltâÂ
Sabyeol laughs loudly before tipping her cup back to empty the contents into her mouth. Youâd wager that the contents are terrible considering that the âbartendersâ of the night are Chanmi and Hayoung from your sorority. Those two are notorious for never being allowed on bartending duty at your parties after the Hennessy Incident of 2021. Youâd been more than happy to let them bartend for this party, however, knowing that theyâd make everyone so fucked up that it would be easy for you to convince them they never saw you and Sangyeon together.Â
âYou sure it doesnât have anything to do with the way you came back to the house the other day looking like someone tried to eat you?â Saebyeol smirks and you scoff.Â
âSo everyone knows, then?â
âThat you and Sangyeon made out in an empty classroom?â You nod. âYeah. Eric told everybody.â
âFantastic.â For a moment, you see sympathy on your sorority sisterâs face.Â
âY/N, I promise you that wanting him is not as bad as you think. If it makes you feel better, one look at you and heâll be crawling on the ground begging for just a taste.â
âItâs not even that, though!â You say and grimace at the last part of her statement, but sheâs not listening. Sheâs focused on something behind you, her eyes practically bugging out of her head. âWhat? What are you staring at?âÂ
âIâ turnââ she cuts herself off, grabbing you and whipping you around. She uses her other hand to grab your chin and point you exactly where she wants you to look and your stomach drops.Â
âHoly shit.âÂ
Lee Sangyeon, in all his glory, is walking toward you with a determined look. And youâŠyou feel that arousal from a few days ago coming back when you see him. Itâs not as if heâs dressed in an overwhelmingly attractive way. A white baseball cap that shields his eyes, a black tank top with an unzipped leopard-print jacket over it, and some dark jeans paired with those old Converse of his. A chain that youâd never seen before (not that youâd been paying attention, that is) glittered under the lights that you had set up earlier that day.Â
When he finally stops in front of you, every word that youâd planned on saying to him is swept out of your brain.Â
âY/N.â He says, and you half expect him to whip out that stupid smirk. Saebyeol pats you on the shoulder and slips away from you, pushing her way through the party to find someone to talk to.Â
âSangyeon,â you keep your voice curt and do your damn best to keep your gaze anywhere except on his eyes.Â
âI think itâs time we had a little chat, donât you?â you quirk an eyebrow.
âDo you now?âÂ
âMhm.â
âAnd what would we possibly have to talk about?â You ask, already knowing the answer heâs going to give you. He laughs airily, taking a brief glance around the room before he reaches for you. You do your best to not flinch or react in any way when he pushes a strand of hair back over your shoulder.Â
Unfortunately, you canât stop the whine that bubbles out of you when he tightens his hand in your hair and yanks your face toward his. You mentally curse yourself for being into something like this, knowing that heâll never let you hear the end of it if this goes too far.Â
Sangyeon lowers his lips to your ear, speaking at a level that only you can hear over the noise surrounding you.Â
âYou know exactly what we need to talk about, pretty girl.â
âAlways got so much to say,â Sangyeon slams your body against the wall of what you assume is his bedroom as soon as the lock clicks into place. Your breathing is already wavered, your hands shaking as you clutch at his shirt, laving over the skin of his neck with your tongue and biting harshly to the point that you nearly draw blood. âAlways have to get the last word until I get my hands on you, donât you baby?âÂ
âJust shut the fuck up already,â You snap and Sangyeon scoffs. His hand slides around your body and he grabs a handful of your ass, pulling your hips against his while he lets you leave your marks. While he lets you have your fun. He has you exactly where he wants you, and both of you know it.Â
âWhat about a safe word?â You glare up at him when he continues to press you with questions and quickly spit one out so you can go back to biting marking him.
He doesnât know if you notice that he hasnât kissed you yet, that heâs just been standing above you, rolling his hips into yours, and letting you practically eat his neck. He does know that youâre fumbling. Youâre losing yourself, suddenly all too desperate to have him that your body is shaking. Sangyeon loves it.
âWhat would your sorority sisters say if they saw you like this, hm?â Sangyeon drags a hand up your spine and grabs your hair again, this time just tight enough to get your attention. You pull away from him, your lipstick smeared across your lips and cheek, and your eyes narrow into a dangerous glare.Â
âItâs a good thing they arenât here, then, isnât it?â You shoot right back, pulling him down by the neck to crush your lips against his. The way you two are kissing is entirely different. He kisses you with an agitating slowness, smiling against your lips. You are kissing him like youâd been in the desert for a week and he was the first glass of water youâd seen since your escape. Your force your tongue into his mouth, licking and sucking at his own. It pisses you off how disinterested he seems to be when he was the one who wanted you to come up here with him. Was Sangyeon mocking you?
Anger swirls in your stomach and you shove Sangyeon back to the edge of his bed. He stares up at you with nothing but pure amusement while you strip him. He does absolutely nothing to help you. Not yet. Heâs biding his time and you donât even know it yet.Â
Or, maybe, you do. Maybe you know exactly whatâs going on in his mind as you begin to strip yourself of your own clothes, trying to gauge his reactions but he does nothing but stare at you with belittling amusement.
Sangyeon lets you push him down on his bed, leaning back on his elbows, and watches as you crawl over him with your cunt hovering barely a centimeter over his hardened member. That is the only acknowledgment you get that tells you he wants this just as much as you do. He feels the heat radiate off of it, and can feel your arousal beginning to slip down and create a puddle between the two of you.Â
Not yet, he tells himself. But itâs getting harder and harder with every one of your movements.
You kiss your way down his body. Well, more like bite.Â
âYou really like biting me,â he comments, his voice mildly unsteady. âItâs kinda hot.â
âDidnât I tell you to shut the fuck up?â You retort, letting your lips kiss the trail of hair leading to his pelvis. Sangyeon watches you lower your body to the floor, your small hands wrapping around his member and giving it a sharp tug. His throat closes as he fights back a groan.Â
âYouâ fuck me,â His eyes roll into the back of his head and he trails off with a load groan when you suddenly wrap your lips around him. âFuck, couldnât you warn me?âÂ
You hum, the vibrations sending sparks down his cock and he sucks in a sharp breath. He can only watch as you begin to take him deeper and deeper, and he can feel his tip hit the back of your throat, can hear you starting to gag on him, but you donât stop until you physically cannot breathe anymore. Until your nose is almost pressed against his pelvis. You stay there for a moment, your hand on his bare hip and digging your nails in to focus on something other than the fact that you are quite literally about to choke on his cock.
Then you swallow around him and Sangyeonâs body twitches. You pull your mouth off him and lick gently at his tip before you take him all the way down, as far as you can, and do it again. Sangyeon caves.
Now.
You practically fall backward at the rate Sangyeon moves. He slips out of your mouth, a string of spit loosely connecting you to his tip. He kicks you backward, his foot connecting with the back of your thigh and shoving you as far he can until heâs able to comfortably stand over you and youâre the one leaning on your elbows for support.Â
âWhat the fuck was that?â You snap, trying to push yourself up but Sangyeon just kneels over you, shoving you down with one hand only to grab the back of your head with the other and hold you in place. âLee Sangyeon, let me fucking goââ
âToo late for that, princess.â He coos, and he brushes his thumb of the hand in your hair across your cheekbone. âOpen that pretty little mouth for me, will you?â You almost donât listen to him, but a part of you knows that if you donât, he wonât hesitate to tie you up and leave you here for anyone to find.Â
Your mouth slowly drops open and for a moment, you think heâll be gentle with you. For a brief, naive moment you believe that he wonât be rough.Â
Those thoughts are gone when he suddenly thrusts into your waiting mouth, forcing you to take all of him. You immediately start gagging at the force of his thrusts, your hands clawing at his waist and scrambling for something to hold. He seems to have no problem, however, holding you in place with one hand. Itâs so messy, an overwhelming amount of spit that forms in your mouth being the only lubricant he needs to punch into your throat.Â
âLook at you,â He hisses out with half-lidded eyes. âSlobbering all over my big dick like the good little bitch that you are.â You try to whine, try to make some sort of noise but youâre having a hard enough time breathing with his erratic thrusting. Your jaw aches, straining against his girth and tears are gushing down your cheeks. Your lungs are burning, but you have no way of telling him to stop. âFuck, feels so good around me baby.âÂ
Your thighs are rubbing together, and you manage to find it in you to slip a hand down to play with your clit, rubbing harsh circles into the little nub. Sangyeon sees this, and he lets out a breathless laugh.Â
âFucking slut,â he sneers, fucking your face harsher than he was before. He can feel himself getting closer every time you gag around him, every time you try to take a breath and choke on it. âCanât even sit still while Iâm fucking your face, huh? Have to be a little slut and touch yourself too?âÂ
Youâre able to whine out this time, and the vibration makes him slow down enough for you to start sucking at him like a lollypop. You canât move your head at all, not with the grip he has on your hair, but youâre able to give long, hard sucks and youâre able to swallow around him enough to draw loud moans out. Your body quivers under all of the sensations youâre feeling. The tears running down your cheeks, the massive dick thatâs bruising the back of your throat, the spit running down your chin and dripping down to your chest, the feeling of your slender fingers pushing into your sopping wet cunt over and over again.Â
Itâs getting to be all too much for you, and thankfully it seems to be too much for Sangyeon too.Â
Like he knew you were about to reach your peak (and he probably did with the way you were moaning like a mad woman around him), he rips his cock out of your mouth and lunges for your hand to pull it away.Â
âNot a fucking chance,â he grinds out, his heavy eyes trained on the way you practically sob and beg for your release.Â
âWas sâclose,â you reach a hand up, brushing the back of his neck. He scoffs at your words. âPlease, Sangie, please. Jusâ wanna cum! Jusâ wanna be ready for you!â His dick twitches, still hard and leaking precum from the release heâd forced himself to hold back from.Â
âSuch a thoughtful little bitch,â he coos and lets your hair slip from his fingertips. You whine, pawing at his leg as some sort of way to get him to be kind to you, just this once. âIâll make you feel good, baby. Donât worry, I promise.â Another sob from your mouth as Sangyeon slips three thick fingers into you without any warning, without prepping you at all for any of them.Â
You moan in protest as he starts to thrust them in and out of you, but your back arches into him when he curls them and brushes ever so slightly against a spot inside of you that you didnât even know was there. Your eyes have rolled into the back of your head, more drool spilling out the side of your mouth.Â
Your orgasm catches back up to you quickly and your body shakes against Sangyeon, a wild moan escaping your bruised throat. He watches you with careful eyes and his tongue poking out of the corner of his lips. He works you through that first orgasm quickly, and you expect him to pull his fingers out and replace them with his dick.
He doesnât.Â
In fact, as the overstimulation starts to hit you and you try to push him away from you, he just smiles coyly.Â
âThought you wanted to cum, princess?â He pouts mockingly and you whine in protest. The sounds coming from your pussy are disgustingly wet, your arousal and cum spilling out of you in neverending waves. âWhy are you asking me to stop? Donât you wanna cum?â
ââM sensitive,â you whine into his shoulder and he clicks his tongue.Â
âPoor baby,â he runs his hand down your spine, pulling you up to sit in his lap while he pulls his fingers out of you. Your body sags in relief, but that doesnât last long before heâs flipping you over to lay face down on the floor.Â
âNeed me to slow down?â His hand is on the back of your neck, forcing the upper half of your body to lay on the hardwood floor. Itâs uncomfortable, but you donât complain. Not to him. âNeed me to stop for a minute? Give you time to rest?â
âYesâ I meanâ Fuck, I meant no,â you gasp out and Sangyeon scoffs.
âIt sounds to me like youâre confused, baby. So which is it? Do you need to stop or do you want me to fuck you until you canât walk tomorrow? Until youâre lying on the floor dripping with my cum and just waiting for me to fuck one more load into this little pussy?âÂ
When you just whine and push your hips back into him, he knows heâs won. Knows heâs fucked the brat out of you and he hasnât even stuck his dick in you yet.Â
âCanât believe you made me wait four years for this, princess,â Sangyeon presses his hand down on the center of your spine, forcing you to arch your back even more as he slides into you.Â
âFuck,â you hiss out with your words slightly slurred from being pressed into the ground, curling your fingers into your palm and digging your nails in. Your walls are fluttering around Sangyeon, contracting and expanding in weak attempts to open up and take all of him. âWhy the fuck are you so big?âÂ
Sangyeon spits out a laugh, falling still with just over three-quarters of him inside of you. He has to take that breath, has to let himself slow down. If he doesnât, he might cum without even being able to fuck you properly, and he canât have that.Â
âThat might be the first compliment youâve ever given me, princess.â
âI thought I told you to stop calling me that,â your voice breaks at the end when he shoves the rest of his length into you. âI fucking hate you, Lee Sangyeon.âÂ
âNo you donât,â he grins maliciously down at you, knowing that you wonât be able to see it. âYou love me.â
At the moment, you canât argue that. Not when he draws his hips back and slams them back in. You yelp when your body slides forward on his hardwood floor, trying to find purchase on something, anything around you, but Sangyeon doesnât give you the chance. He sets the pace fast and hard, his grip on your waist being the only thing to keep you from falling completely to the ground.Â
You donât realize how warm your body has gotten until his grip starts slipping due to your combined sweat. Until his body is suddenly hunched over yours, his sweaty chest sliding against your back every time he ruts into you like a dog. Heâs panting into your ear, letting out little grunts and groans every time you squeeze around him. Youâre no better. In fact, you may be worse with the way you practically scream his name, little wails forced out of you every time he sheathes his length into you.Â
âWhat a sight,â Sangyeon grunts out, pulling himself off you just enough to see your body in full again. His hair is damp, hanging over his face in sweaty strands. âThe IST University Spitfire crumbling into pieces for the one person she swore never to touch. Isnât that something?â
âShâ shutââ you grind your teeth together, struggling to barely get a word out between every moan and whine and sob you emit. âYourâ your fuâfucking mouth.â
âSee, I would,â Sangyeon says and you feel him twitch inside of you. âBut itâs just so much fun to see you like this.âÂ
Part of you wants to curse him. Part of you wants to shove him off you and give him a piece of your mind before leaving him to jack off like a high schooler. Unfortunately, the larger part of you that just wants him harder, faster deeper, more more more wins.Â
He goes quiet after that, though, and the two of you are left in silence. The âsilenceâ, in this case, being the sound of the party raging downstairs, the sensation of your knees scraping the ground and likely forming bruises, the gasping breaths that you take, the wet sound of his hips against yours, and the scandalous noises that you couldnât be bothered to restrain. You couldnât care less if youâre fueling his ego right now. Couldnât care less that heâll likely never let you live this down. You only care about the orgasm thatâs slowly climbing and climbing and climbing. You know Sangyeon is close too. The build from him fucking your throat for god knows how long and then abruptly tearing his orgasm away from himself, the tightness of your walls around him. He has to be close to cumming. You know he is.Â
Sangyeon nearly falters when you grab his free hand, your fingers shaking as they wrap around it and drag him toward your clit. He laughs in mocking disbelief.
âYou want me to help you?â He asks and, in your naivety, you expect him to bend at your every whim just like everyone else. As if youâd forgotten the past four years in your fucked out state.Â
âPlease,â you drag out the e sounds, and Sangyeon clicks his tongue.Â
âIf you want me to help you, youâre gonna have to put in more effort than that, princess.â He snaps his hips into you, enjoying the way you cry out and scramble to stabilize your body again. âIâve already made you cum once, and Iâm about to do it again. If you want me to help you more than I am, youâre gonna have to beg for it.âÂ
You gnaw on your lower lip, fighting back more tears. As if that would do anything, anyway. Your makeup was already ruinedâ dark streaks of mascara dried into your cheeks, smeared lipstick on your chin, smudged eyeliner. Anyone who took one look at you would know exactly what happened. Didnât matter if they were drunk or not. Theyâd know who did this to you.
âPlease, Sangyeon,â you moan pitifully but you know that wonât be enough. âIâll be so good, I promise. Please please please lemme cum, Sangyeon please.â
âYouâll be good?â He echoes you and laughs. âLittle princess, youâve been nothing but a little brat since the day we met. What makes you think Iâm gonna believe you?âÂ
A hiccuped sob escapes you. ââM sorry Sangie, Iâm sorry! I proâpromise Iâll be good from now oâon. Iâll bâbe good for you!â
âYou will?â He asks, and out of the corner of your eye, you can see him smirking down at you. âYouâll be good for me?â
âJust for you! Just for you, Sangie! Please, please, please lemme cum! I promise Iâll be good!âÂ
âOkay, princess,â he says and swats your hand away from his. âIâll take care of you, I promise.â
The wail you let out when he picks up his pace again is desperate and carnal. His thumb rubs harshly at your clit, and the stimulation is just enough for you to be thrown over the edge again, your walls squeezing around his member so tightly heâs forced to slow down with a long, drawn-out groan. His body shudders above yours as you continue to pulse around him, forcing him closer and closer to his orgasm.
âD-donât cum inside,â you manage to hiss out through the overwhelming pleasure. Sangyeon scoffs.Â
âAs if Iâd wanna risk anything with you.âÂ
Sangyeon squeezes his eyes shut as he forces himself to pull away from you, already missing the warmth of your pussy when the air (cold in comparison) hits him. He wastes no time in wrapping his hand around his length, furiously pumping up and down as he draws closer and closer. You try to sit up, to turn around and watch, but Sangyeon forces you back down with a hand on the back of your neck (which youâre starting to think he has a thing for).Â
You donât put up a fight against him, knowing you donât stand a damn chance with how exhausted you are. Instead, you opt to crane your neck as best you can, watching in awe (which you would never admit, amongst a handful of other things) as he tilts his head back and lets his jaw hang open, tongue prodding at the side of his mouth. You can only watch as warm ropes of white cum spurt from his tip, coating your ass and lower back. Part of you wants to reach back and swipe some of it, just for a little taste.Â
When Sangyeon finally lets you up, you turn toward him with heavy eyes. For a moment, the two of you kneel there in front of each other, sweaty, covered in each otherâs cum, and in some sort of daze. You watch his abs tense with every exhale, watch him brush a few strands of hair out of his face. Then you stand up, taking a few steps toward him on shaky legs, and tilt his head up to look at you in the eye.Â
âDidnât I tell you to stop talking?â Your hoarse voice comes out in a purr thatâs steadier than either of you thought it would, and Sangyeon grins wildly at you.
âYou really think youâre gonna have any control over me?â He slaps your hand away from his face, getting to his feet faster than youâd expected him to, and grabs you, his hands squeezing your cheeks. âYouâre my bitch now, princess. No changing that. You said it yourself, didnât you?â
âI said a lot of things, Lee Sangyeon.â You sneer, but it comes out muffled and Sangyeon rolls his eyes.
âGuess I didnât fuck you hard enough if youâre still talking back, hm?â Your stomach drops, heat rolling in your stomach again. Sangyeon pushes you back toward the bed and that malicious grin returns. Youâre starting to miss that smirk he always had on.Â
âItâs fine. We have all night, anyway.â
By the time Sangyeonâs had enough of you, by the time both of you are entirely worn out and satiated for the time being, the party downstairs has died down and youâre covered in bruises, aching all over. You didnât bother to move when he brought a washcloth over and began to wipe you clean, removing any traces of his or your release.Â
âNever thought youâd actually cave in.â He tells you when he finally lays down. You donât look at him, choosing to lie face down with your face stuffed into the pillows.Â
âI didnât cave in,â you say, but even you know thatâs a lie. âMaybe I just needed a good fuck before finals.â
âSo you admit that I was a good fuck?â Sangyeon teases, sliding closer to you and ignoring the way you groan and try to kick him back.Â
âShut up already. I need to rest.âÂ
A fist hits the wall behind your head and you gasp loudly, sitting straight up when you hear Eric yelling from the room next door.Â
âIs this some sort of revenge? WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME? WHY NOT HYUNJAE? WHY NOT SUNWOO? WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME?â
Your eyes narrow at Sangyeon who just lays there laughing, one hand thrown over his eyes.
âYou knew he went to sleep while we were fucking?â
âOf course I did,â he says through his laughter. Your lips try to twitch up but you force them back down.Â
âYouâre such an asshole.â You lay back down and let him drag you over to rest on his chest.Â
âYeah, but you love me.â
âNo, I donât.â
âKeep thinking that, pretty girl. Iâll convince you one of these days.â
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She's Kinda Hot
Summary: Sometimes Mingi hates you, but it's a bit of a perk that you're kinda hot
Genre: smut
Pairing: Song Mingi x afab!reader
Fic Warnings: Smut, porn with literally no plot
WC: 1917
18+ MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED
SMUT WARNINGS BELLOW THE CUT
Warnings: pervy loser mingi, bratty reader, face/throat fucking, mingi gets a little bit too into it, forced cum swallowing oopsies, degradation kinda, kinda dom-sub themes, dubcon kinda?
Heavily based on She's Kinda Hot by 5SOS (im back on my 5sos shit what can i say)
A/N: isn't it so crazy how every time i wanna go on hiatus, somehow inspiration strikes. EVERY TIME. Anyway thank you all for being patient ilysm. Also this was meant to be longer but i cut it short so if you want a part 2 lmk
A/N pt 2: Thank you to @juyeonszn and @leejihoonownsmyheart for beta-ing this absolute monstrosity ily both
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Mingi thinks that he hates you.Â
Not, like, hates you, but sometimes he canât stand your bitching. Sometimes he canât stand the way you yell at him for talking too loud when heâs gaming and youâre trying to sleep, and then scream on the phone with your friends during your weekly video call (which you spend half the time complaining about him). He hates that you constantly scream at him about not cleaning up his messes, for leaving the toilet seat up, for not reminding you that you had a meeting, for reminding you that you had to get to a meeting.
What Mingi loves about you? WellâŠthatâs a whole other story.
Mingi loves how, despite how irritating he may be, you always support him. He loves the way you play with his hair, watching over his shoulder while he games. The way you chime in with little comments, your grip on his dark locks tightening whenever he gets close to dying.Â
He also loves how pink your cheeks get when you run out of air from yelling at him. He loves how your eyebrows crease, how your lower lip juts out when you pout. He loves how your voice pitches up into a whine that has him nearly drooling, with nasty thoughts entering his mind. He loves how easy it is to rile you up, how embarrassed you get when he cups that sweet cunt of yours while youâre trying to scold him. How you crumble over the lightest touch from him.
That, and youâre also kinda hot. He loves your tits, how they bounce with every step, and how you allow him to shove his face under your shirt and between them when the two of you go to sleep. He loves how meaty your thighs are, how he *drowns* in them every time he eats you out. Loves how your tummy is so soft, the perfect pillow for him. Youâre perfect to Mingi.
Currently, however unfortunate it may be, heâs doing none of those things. Heâs sitting in front of the TV in your shared apartment with his headset snug on his, in your opinion, disgustingly greasy head and a gaming controller dangling loosely in his hands while you yell at him. Itâs hard, however, for him to focus with your tits bouncing every time you throw your hands dramatically into the air. Itâs hard when every time you raise your voice, your lips twitching into that adorable little pout of yours, his dick twitches in his pants and he knows you can see it. Every time he blinks, itâs like you shift closer and closer to him until youâre standing right between his legs.
âAre you even fucking listening to me?â Your voice is shrill and Mingi just hums in response, eyes locked on the valley of your breasts as you lean toward him.Â
âAbsolutely, babe,â he sniffs and leans back on the couch, spreading his legs and placing his arms on the back of the couch. You scoff, leaning back and running a hand through your hair. Mingiâs tongue runs over his lip, his eyebrows knotting together.Â
âYou fucking liar,â you sneer. âAll youâre fucking doing is staring at my tits, isnât that right, babe?âÂ
Boom, caught red-handed
A smirk grows on Mingiâs lips.Â
âSo what if I was?â One of his legs hooks around the back of yours, yanking you down. A gasp leaves you, your hands flying out and finding purchase on his shoulders. He can see your skirt lift just enough for him to get a glimpse of your lacy panties, and, to Mingiâs pleasure, your tits end up right in his face. Soft, plump, and just waiting for him to get his mouth on them. His hands slide up your waist, itching to latch onto the soft mounds on your chest. You slap his hands away, and he hisses at the sting of your nails digging into his wrists.
âYouâre a fuckin pervert, you know that?â Your fingertips dig into the fabric of his sweatshirt, and he scoffs and raises his head from staring down your shirt.
âSays the one grinding on my dick right now. Thought you were mad at me, princess.â Heâs right, you know he is. You canât help it, not when he feels so good against you. Not when youâve been so stressed with work. Mingi leans toward you, stopping a mere inch from your lips. Your eyes are shut, and he almost groans when your hips stop moving as well. âOr did you just want some attention from me? Hm?âÂ
You whine, and Mingi coos.Â
âMingi,â your voice is airy and he hums, lowering his head back down to lick at the skin your shirt reveals to him. Your hands curl into the strands of hair at the base of his neck, scratching gently. âMingi please.â His hands slide up again, tugging your shirt down as much as he can, exposing your chest to the warm air of the apartment.Â
âPlease what, princess?â Your breathing is shaky, your arm holding your boyfriend to your chest as he sucks dark marks into your skin.Â
âPlease fuck me.â
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If anyone were to ask you how you ended up sitting on Mingiâs face with his tongue shoving its way inside of you, you would tell them you truly had no idea, but you werenât going to complain.Â
Your hips roll harshly over him, pathetic whines and moans escaping your lips every time your boyfriend sucks at your clit. Heâs drowning in you, his nails (or the nubs that could have been nails since he bites them just to spite you) digging into the meat of your thighs and holding you as close to his lips as you can get. Mingi can feel the way your body shakes over him. Every swipe of his tongue through your folds, every time he sucks at your clit. You clench every time he touches you, your hands tightening around the dark strands of hair attached to his head.Â
âIs this the best you can do?â Your breathing is heavy, causing you to stumble through the sentence while trying to appear unaffected. Mingiâs eyes flick open, peering at you through your thighs, catching your gaze and trying desperately to not look at the way your breasts seem to glow, how your whole body seems to glow at this moment.Â
He pulls his tongue away from you, smirking when you catch yourself halfway through a whine.Â
âYouâre so much of a loser that you canât even please your girlfriend?â You sneer, your lip curling and your eyes narrowing. Mingi scoffs, practically shoving you off of him, onto the other end of the couch. You yelp, and Mingi watches the way your body recoils from the landing. Watches your tits bounce, your thighs squeezing together from the pleasure ripped away from you. The way you look at him is pathetic. Big, bulging eyes and your jaw dropped open.Â
âYou think youâre so great?â He shoots right back at you, shoving his pants down his legs. âHm?â
You canât respond, not when heâs manhandling you into the position he wants you in seemingly uncaring that you hadnât finished.
On the ground kneeling before him as if heâs your god, ready to take his leaking cock down your throat.Â
You stare up at him with your unbuttoned blouse hanging off one shoulder. Your little cunt is practically weeping, your arousal dripping down your legs from being brought so close to the edge and having your orgasm ripped away from you because of your own brattiness. You sit there waiting for him to make a move but he just stares at you. Thereâs a curious look in his eyes and it makes you nervous.Â
âWhy are you staring at me like that?â You ask.Â
âJusâ thinkinâ.â He shrugs and kneels down to your level.Â
âAbout?â You like this moment. The calm before the storm. His hand comes to rest on your cheek, stroking it lovingly. You let your eyes flutter shut, leaning into him and sighing.
Itâs another moment before he speaks again.
âYouâre lucky youâre hot,â His tone is harsh again, and suddenly your torso is being shoved toward the ground. You gag when his cock enters your mouth, choking when he shoves your head as far down as he can get it without hurting you.Â
âLucky that I love these tits,â with the hand that isnât forcing you up and down on his cock, he reaches to grip one harshly in his large palm.Â
âLucky that this sweet little cunt of yours is always so tight for me.â This time, when he forces you back down on him, he holds you there and lets his hand leave a harsh slap against your sopping-wet heat. The force he puts behind it forces your body forward, and a loud groan leaves Mingi. âShit, feels so good, baby.âÂ
Pathetic is how you feel. Mascara streams down your cheeks, leaving dark lines on your skin. Your face is becoming red from both the lack of air and the words he hisses into the warm air of your apartment. You can feel his tip punching the back of your throat every time you take him, your freshly done nails dig into his thighs and leave red marks that begin to bleed when you scrape them down his leg.
It isnât exactly odd to see this side of your boyfriend. Every argument turns into some sort of sexual act. Forcing you to grind on his thigh for hours until you squirt all over him, bending you over his lap and spanking you until your skin is raw and it hurts to sit the next day, pinning you to your bed and ramming his cock into you from behind.Â
Your vision blurs and you try to pull yourself off of him, gagging as you do so. You can feel him twitching in your mouth and can hear his groans become louder and higher in pitch. You can feel your mind growing fuzzy, willing yourself to hold on for just a little longerâ
Mingi pushes you down on him one last time, holding you there while he empties into your throat and forcing you to swallow every last drop so you donât choke. His cum is warm and bitter and you squeeze your eyes shut as it just keeps pumping out. His body shudders beneath you, his hand tightening in your hair as the last drops hit the back of your tongue.Â
When he releases you, you donât have the energy to pull away from him. You let your head rest on his thigh, his softening member resting just inches away from your swollen lips. Mingi leans his body back, one hand supporting him and the other gently brushing your hair out of your face. Your throat is sore, your breaths coming out raspy, and you feel Mingiâs hand trace its way down to brush against your carotid.Â
âCan you turn over for me?â His voice is hushed now, but you can hear the amusement. You can feel it in the way his breathing picks up when you whine. âMy poor princess, canât handle her loser boyfriendâs cock? Canât let him return the favor?âÂ
Your head tilts up at an awkward angle to look at him, and his heart stutters a little bit in his chest.
Yes, Mingi hates you a little bit. But fuck does it help that youâre kinda hot.
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Gorgeous
SUMMARY: Minghao was the black sheep, though you'd never understood why. Maybe it's time you figure it out.
GENRE: smut, fluff, angst (MAJOR ANGST)
PAIRING: Xu Minghao x afab!reader
WC: 5.5k
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PERM TAGLIST: @juyeonszn @winterchimez
SERIES TAGLIST: @captain-brie @nobraincellmode
18+ MDNI AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED
WARNINGS: this is actually really dark, infidelity, rich people core, p in v sex, exhibitionism (yn gets fingered in the back of her car while on the phone), minghao is possessive, stalker themes, criminal, mentions of blood, reader gets injured, a lot goes on actually i've never written something like this el oh el
A/N: this was NOT supposed to end up like it did, but I decided on a whim to do this. Thank you to @sungbeam and @mosviqu for beta reading this (even if some of it was very last minute). I hope everyone enjoys this as much as I did teehee
âWho is that?â You tilt your head, eyes trained in the direction of someone youâd never seen before at these functions. Your friend, Jang Gyuri, follows your eyes and kisses her teeth.Â
âXu Minghao,â she brings her lips close to your ear so only you can hear her. No need for prying eyes and ears to hear what she has to say and spread unwanted rumors. âIâd stay away from him if I were you.â
âWhy?âÂ
Many people would have described you as innocent. You came from ânew moneyâ as they would call it. Your father practically struck gold when he decided in his early thirties to start a business. The company grew quickly, the products being released becoming popular all over South Korea and, eventually, internationally. You knew that you should pay more attention to his work, as youâd likely inherit it one day, but you canât find it in you to care. With this recent rise to power, youâd been taking advantage of your seemingly neverending access to parties of all kinds. Galas, clubs, birthday parties for the spoiled brats that had been born into this life. You were a free spirit, never one to avoid cameras, and that made you dangerous in the eyes of many in this country. Gyuri told you that, though old money was never afraid of new money, new money had the power of intimidation.
Sheâd told you many names as examples: Wen Junhui, Choi Yeonjun, Lee Chan, Han Jisung, Bae Joohyun, Kang Seulgi, Chwe Hansol. Though their families werenât necessarily liked, they held status among the wealthy children for varying reasonsâ proving their worth being the main reason, intimidation being another.Â
Xu Minghao, however, was never a name you had heard in these recent months. Maybe there was a reason for that, you note when your eyes meet his lidded ones and he flashes you a lazy smirk. Your cheeks heat up, and you turn your gaze back to Gyuri. Sheâs giving you a dirty look, her painted red lips pursed and her eyebrows knit together.Â
âHeâs bad news, Y/N,â she warns. âSeungcheol will tell you about it, and heâd want you to be careful around him.â
âSeungcheol,â your voice is laced with venom, âis in the bathroom with Seo Yookyung. I donât think he cares what I do, so long as I donât ruin his reputation.â
âThatâs not exactly what I would call a healthy relationship.âÂ
Both you and Gyuri flinch, startled by the interruption, and turn to scold whoever jumped into a private conversation.Â
You fall short, however, your mouth partially hanging open with shock and, honestly, awe.Â
From afar, you could tell that he was attractive but now that heâs up close? You feel like you could sink and drown in him. Long dark hair, thin and pointed face, scrutinizing eyes. He was intimidating to most, this you could tell. But to you?
He was the most gorgeous person you had ever had the pleasure of laying your eyes on.Â
âXu Minghao,â Gyuriâs tone is cold and she shuffles to stand just slightly in front of you, something both you and Minghao notice.Â
âJang Gyuri,â Minghao mocks, sticking one of his hands into a pocket in his slacks.
âWhat are you doing here? Donât you know by now that you arenât welcome?â Her words are sharp, and it almost scares you. Gyuri, despite her reputation for being cruel, had always been kind to you. Sheâd been a sort of mentor to you, teaching you the rights and wrongs in terms of ârich behaviorâ. She taught you the right people to associate with, and the wrong people to associate with. However, she had never once raised her voice or made you feel unwelcome. Quite unlike how she talks to Minghao.Â
âI go wherever I please, Jang Gyuri.â Minghao sighs, a puff of air that makes a few loose strands of hair flutter out of his face. Then his eyes return to you, scanning your body but not in a seductive manner. No, heâs curious. You can see it in his eyes, behind the cold front he puts up. âAndâŠwho might you be?âÂ
âNone of your businessââ
âL/N Y/Nââ
You and Gyuri speak at the same time, and you shut your mouth quickly when she shoots you another nasty look. Minghao, however, is amused. One side of his mouth quirks up in a mild show of this, the corners of his lips picking up.Â
âSo, which is it?â He inquires. âNone of your business or Y/N L/N? Iâm not a betting man, but Iâd wager that itâs the latter.âÂ
You poorly stifle a laugh, covering it with a cough.Â
âWhat do you want?â Gyuri hisses out, tapping a heel on the marble floor impatiently. Minghao presses his lips together, loosely shrugging his shoulders.Â
âJust wanted to see if I could buy your lovely friend here a drink.â
âSheâs taken.â
âShe,â you finally interrupt Gyuri and place a hand on her collarbone to gently push her back. âCan speak for herself. And she will need a few more drinks to make it through the night.â
Gyuri sputters out an argument, trying to get you to stop, but Minghao grins down at you and offers his arm. You gladly take it, giving Gyuri one more warning look before youâre tugged away through the crowd.Â
âYouâre new money.â Minghao leans against the counter next to you while you sit on one of the few open stools left. Thereâs a martini in front of you, one thatâs barely been touched since you received it a few minutes ago.Â
âIs it that obvious?â You tilt your head and Minghao smiles, his head dipping down a bit.Â
âNot entirely,â he looks back up and shifts his weight. âOnly if you know what to look for.âÂ
âAnd what, exactly,â you lean toward him, resting your chin on the back of your hand, âare you looking for?â
His tongue runs over his lip, eyebrows furrowing in thought.Â
âYouâre interesting, Y/N L/N.â Evading the question.Â
âOh?â You finally bring your martini glass to your lips, taking a small sip of the alcoholic beverage. âWhy is that, Xu Minghao?âÂ
âYou donâtâŠyou donât know who I am, do you?â Your lips quirk into a small smile.
âNo, I donât. Is it something important?âÂ
For the first time since youâd begun talking to him, he falls quiet in a way that shows discomfort. Your smile drops, and you lean back on your stool.Â
âMinghao,â you start. âIs there something I should know?âÂ
You see a muscle in his jaw feather, see his eyes dance around you to see who was around. One of your hands falls to your lap, playing with the expensive fabric of your dress. Now heâs avoiding your questions.Â
âIâmâŠâ he huffs out a breath, tilting his head back and scoffing out a laugh. âI canât believe Iâm saying this to someone I just met, butâŠthereâs something about you that I just canât place.â
âIâve been told that by many people.â Minghao shifts closer to you, his arm resting on the back of your chair.Â
âWhat else have they told you?â
âThat I can be a bitâŠstraightforward.â His other hand is on the counter, and your fingers dance just a bit closer to his, the tips brushing together slightly. âThat when I get nervous, I either talk too much or not at all.â
âAndâŠ?â He leans his head down a bit.Â
âThat youâre bad,â your voice lowers, your lips curling into a smirk. âThat I should stay away from you.â
âAnd I take it you donât listen to these people, do you?â Minghao asks, his voice dropping an octave. Thereâs tension around you, something so thick you could cut it with a knife.
âNot at all.â
âWhat would they do if I asked you to leave with me?â His fingers finally lace with yours and you hum, pretending to think.
âSeungcheol might not like that very much.â
Minghao scoffs. âYou know damn well that he left a long time ago.âÂ
âBut stillâŠâ you sigh and shake your head. âSomeone has to be loyal.âÂ
A nod from the man in front of you, and a sly smile.Â
âI understand, and I wonât make you do anything.â He squeezes your hand once, and you feel him slide a piece of paper into your palm. He waits for your fingers to close around the paper before he pulls his hand away. âYouâll know where to find me when you change your mind and drop him. And, when you do, Iâll be waiting.â
When he leaves the building, you feel like you can finally breathe. Your shoulders relax, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. Youâre in the middle of trying to get your body under control when Gyuri stomps back over to you.Â
âWhat the hell were you thinking, talking to a man like him?â Her nails dig into your upper arm, scraping into your skin and causing you to suck in a sharp breath. âAre you stupid?â
âI donât see what your problem is,â you sigh and finish off your martini before sliding off your barstool. Your feet are aching at this point, and youâre just itching to get out of this dress. âHe isnât as bad as you think he is.â
âXu Minghao isnât the man heâs seemed to convince you he is.â Gyuri warns you. âHeâs a liar, just like his father is. Heâll hurt you, Y/N, and donât come crying to me when he does. Iâll just tell you that I warned you and tried to stop you. I wonât help you if you get yourself tangled up with him.â
âItâs a good thing I wonât need your help then, isnât it?â You retort, tearing your arm out of her grip and straightening your posture. âI know exactly what Iâm doing, Gyuri, and I wonât let you or Seungcheol stop me anymore.â
âGyuri tells me youâve been talking to Xu Minghao.â Seungcheol looks at you in the mirror as he tightens the tie around his throat. Youâre in the middle of sliding on another pair of uncomfortable shoes that will have your toes bleeding by the end of the night, and raise your gaze to look at him.
âI have. Only once, though.â Your eyes return to the ground to grab the second heel. For two weeks you had been talking to thisâŠmystery man. Youâd learned more about him every day, of his fatherâs scandals that would have left his family bankrupt had Minghao not come out and saved the company. You found it admirable but most chose to despise him, refusing partnerships and refusing to admit the good heâs done for his company and family as someone so young.Â
And, of course, you had only done this with a little bit of research and a quick phone call to the number he slipped into your hand. Youâre sure Seungcheol knows this, knows that youâre too curious for your own good. This is something the two of you had argued about far too many times to count, and heâs since given up on trying to stop you.
âIâm sure that youâre aware of everything, then?â
âAware of Minghaoâs father or of your infidelity?â You rise to your feet, and Seungcheol freezes for just a moment before carrying on.
âAh.â
âIf youâre going to whore yourself out,â Your hand brushes against your boyfriendâs shoulder and you spin him around so you can tie the fabric around his neck. âAt least do it where no one will see you.â Your lips are drawn into a tight smile and you rest your hand on his chest. âAt least do it where no one will see you, my love.â
âI take itâŠâ Seungcheol watches you walk away and listens to the clicking of your heels on the ground. â...that the engagement is off, then?â
âCorrect.âÂ
âWhat will you do?â You turn to look at the man you once tolerated, now finding him disgusting.Â
âI think that Iâll be just fine. I have an apartment, I have a family that loves me, and a thriving company that I need to learn to lead. You, however, should worry about your status once news of your actions hits the papers come Monday.âÂ
Seungcheol nods slowly, his tongue digging into his cheek.Â
âI have a ride to the gala,â you make your way for the bedroom door, lips drawn into a thin line. âI will have someone collect my things tomorrow morning, so make sure everything is exactly as it is now because they will have a list and I will come for everything you have if your toy for the night has the gall to take my belongings again.â
Seungcheol looks at you for a long moment, watching you leave the room before choosing to follow you.Â
âAnd what of the deal your father made with my company?â
âFind someone else,â you shrug. âMy father just wanted to make connections and you happened to give him the perfect opportunity to benefit both companies.â
âI could tell people, you know.â Seungcheol places his hand on the front door, stopping you from leaving. You turn to face him, your eyes narrowed. He doesnât appear angry, yet he isnât looking too pleased either. âThat you had an affair. They would believe me. They would never believe someone like you.â
An easy smile passes over your lips, and you place a hand on his chest. âI donât need them to believe me. Gyuri, on the other handâŠâ you kiss your teeth. âShe can be quite the devil, no?â
âGyuri trusts him?â Seungcheol asks and you can practically taste the disbelief.Â
âNo, she doesnât,â your lips draw into a thin line. âShe does, however, trust me.â
A silent type of anger radiates off Seungcheol as you turn away from him again. This time, when the door shuts, he doesnât follow you. Youâre glad he doesnât. It makes it much easier to steady your breathing and the shaking in your hands.
You arrive at the party alone this time. There is no Gyuri and no Seungcheol to protect you from the cameras, from the invasive questions, and the microphones shoved into your face. It startles you and before you can get one foot out of the door, your body freezes up. One of the guards your father hired yells something, and then thereâs someone sliding into your car and pushing you back.Â
âTake a breath,â a soft, silky voice pushes through the yells outside the car. A hand cradles the back of your head, tangling in your long strands of hair, pulling you closer and tucking you into the crook of his neck. âJust breathe, love.âÂ
Maybe it's the adrenaline, maybe itâs the freedom you now know you have, but suddenly youâre laughing and pulling away from Minghao. He looks just as stunning as the last time you saw him. Dark hair, narrowed eyes, lips drawn into a thin line. Heâs wearing a suit similar to last timeâ all black, the top few buttons of his dress shirt undone.Â
âAre you alright?â His hand comes to your cheek, letting you nestle into his gentle hold. âTalk to me, love. Are you alright?âÂ
But you just keep laughing, and then youâre clutching at his collar and yanking him toward you for a furious kiss. He freezes against you, one hand on your cheek and the other on your waist. It takes him a moment to reciprocate, to get over the initial shock and sink into you. His lips move softly against yours, forcing you to calm down and actually breathe like heâd requested.Â
After a few moments, you pull away and lean your forehead against his.Â
âSo thatâs what this is about?â Minghao murmurs. âYou just wanted my attention, is that it?âÂ
âNot necessarily,â you pull away from him, but he doesnât let you go very far. His hand is just around the curve of your waist, holding you near to him. âI have other reasons.â
âAnd what would they be?â His lips press against the corner of your mouth, and you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach like a teenager in love.
âI like you, Xu Minghao.â God, you sound like one as well. âVery much.â
âI like you too, Y/N L/N.â Another kiss, this time tilting your head to reach the corner of your jaw. The car starts moving again, and Minghao calls out an address. His address, you assume.Â
âYouâre gorgeous, Minghao,â He laughs against your skin, trailing his lips down your neck slowly. âIt makes it hard, you know.â
âMakes what hard, my flower.âÂ
âTo focus. To talk to you. You make me so nervous, itâs infuriating.â Your breath hitches as he sucks gently at the skin above a vein. Your hand curls around his neck, tangling in his long strands of hair.Â
Minghao doesnât respond, but you donât mind. Not when he drags you into his lap, the fabric around your body now splayed across the backseat of your car. You can hear your phone ringing, but you ignore it until the sound disappears. You focus on Minghao, focus on the feel of his lips on your skin and his hands all over your body. You focus on swiping your tongue over his lip, on pressing forward until his back is digging into the door, the armrest uncomfortable against his spine but neither of you cares.
Your phone rings again and, this time, Minghao pulls away from you, tilting your chin up and handing you the slim device.Â
âItâs your father, I think.â His lips press against your jaw, and you exhale shakily. âShouldnât worry him too much.â
âMinghaoââ
âAnswer him.â His hand replaces his lips, giving your jaw a slight squeeze. âOr I will.â
The third ring comes, and you swallow hard. Minghao smiles, his lips curling up as he takes the phone from your hand and swipes on the green button.
âY/N.â Your fatherâs voice is steady, and you can hear the exasperation. âWhat is this Iâm hearing from Choi Seungcheol that the engagement is off?âÂ
Minghaoâs lips touch your neck again, his fingers sliding under the fabric of your gown to trace up your thigh. It takes all the power in your body to not gasp into the microphone, your eyes fluttering as he touches you.
âHeâ what did he say?â You briefly stumble over your words, trying desperately to keep a firm grip on your phone and nearly failing when Minghaoâs hand dips past your lacy underwear. Two fingers prod at your core and your breath hitches. Your free hand drops down and grips Minghaoâs wrist tightly. He shoots you a playful smirk, lips puffy from kissing you and from sucking at your neck. You let him go.
âThat youâve left him. That you had an affair withâŠâ you hear shuffling on the other end of the line, and then a loud sigh. âXu Minghao?â
âThat would be a lie, father.â You inform the older man, and Minghaoâs fingers sink deep into you. Itâs a wonder you havenât moaned into your phone yet but with the way his skillful hand pumps in and out of you, soon you very well might. His thumb pushes at your clit, and you let your head drop into his neck, begging silently for him to have mercy on your poor mind and body.Â
âIs that so?â
âSeungcheol had an affair. Well, several affairs. Minghao simply helped me realize that I wouldnâtââ Your voice cracks as a little whimper almost makes its way out of your mouth. Minghao leans his head against yours and you can feel his cheeks stretching into a smile as he continues to drag his fingers in and out of your sopping-wet walls. He scissors them a bit, and then you feel a third sink into you. Your legs begin to shake and try to close, and with his free hand Minghao grabs onto one of your thighs to hold them open. ââwouldnât be happy if I stayed with him.â
You hope that the shaking in your voice can pass as upset tears.
âI donâtâ It doesnât matter if you end up happy. I want whatâs best for you and the business. Marrying Seungcheol would have balanced this.â
âMarrying Seungcheol would lead to a miserable life and the downfall of two companies.â You snap back, and you hear Minghao beginning to whisper praises into your ear. With red cheeks and a swelling heart, your hips begin to roll down on his fingers. âMinghao, at least, will keep me happy and will benefit both companies in many ways.â
Silence on your fatherâs end, and a knot begins to form in your stomach.Â
âDonât cum yet, flower.â Minghao murmurs, licking at the skin under your ear. âWait until he hangs up.â
I canât. You want to scream. Every curl of his fingers, every brush of his thumb against your clit. Itâs all becoming too much for you. Itâs incredible youâre able to keep yourself together while on the phone.
âIs this what you really want?â Your father asks, and your whole body shudders against Minghao.Â
âItâ it is.â You gasp. Another pregnant pause. Fuck, itâs like your father wants you to suffer.
âHave him come by my office tomorrow for lunch. Weâll all talk then.â
You donât get the chance to respond before heâs hanging up the phone and the car is rolling to a stop. Minghao rips his fingers out of you, effectively ruining the high youâd been approaching.Â
âYouâreâ youâre horrible.â You whine, watching as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean.Â
âYou love it, though.â He grins and slides you off his lap so he can get the door. Your body feels like jelly, your mind in a haze. You hardly notice Minghao tugging you by the hand, guiding you out of the car and to the front door of a beautiful houseâ so beautiful that it nearly takes your breath away.
Minghaoâs arm is placed delicately on the small of your back, and you let him guide you into the house and up a grand marble staircase. You canât begin to express the awe you feel. You canât help the giddy feeling in your bones when you reach the top of the staircase and Minghao takes your hand. It appears, however, that he is feeling just about the same as you when he smiles so wide that you fear his lips would become stuck like that, and he drags you quickly toward a bedroom.
You let him press you down on the bed and let him kiss his way from your mouth to your jaw, down your neck, and begin to peel the straps of your gown down your body so he can expose more and more skin. You feel like youâre burning up, feel like your body is being set ablaze wherever he touches your body. The zipper along the side of the dress is tugged town, and you raise your hips so Minghao can peel it down the rest of the way and throw the fabric somewhere across the room.
âI should be mad at you for that,â you say to him, although you relish in the feeling of his lips trailing down the valley of your breasts. âThat dress was a very expensive gift.â
âOh?â Minghaoâs voice is muffled, and he tugs your panties down your legs as he speaks. âFrom who?âÂ
You watch as he begins to rid himself of his clothing, watch as he reveals every gorgeous inch of his skin to you.Â
âSeungcheol.â His gaze hardens when he sees you smirk.Â
âThen I should burn it, I think. Replace it with something newer, prettier, pricier.â He hovers his body over yours, lacing the fingers of one hand through your own and using his free hand to align himself with you. A pleased sigh is emitted from your lips as he sinks in, back arching as he begins to stretch you out.
âIs that so?â You breathe out. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling his face closer until you can kiss him.Â
âMmm.â Minghao hums against you, beginning to roll his hips slowly into yours. âI should burn everything that he has ever given you, I think.âÂ
You can barely respond, your voice seemingly broken and replaced by gasps for air as he begins to thrust into you harder and faster and you canât seem to get control of your body. He doesnât care, though. He doesnât care that you can only roll your hips into his, can only bite into his skin, and leave dark marks that he wonât be able to hide (not that he would want to). Knowing that youâre enjoying this, fucked too dumb to speak even though heâd only been inside of you for barely a few minutes, itâs all enough for him. Itâs more than enough.Â
âWhat would he say if he saw us like this?â Minghao continues, his hands sliding down your legs and gently pushing them farther apart. âHm? Would he stop me? Would he try to fight for you?â
You try to tell him he wouldnât, but all that comes out of you is helpless babbles.Â
âI would,â he hisses, and the knot in your stomach returns. It builds and builds, growing tighter and tighter with each passing moment. âHe doesnât deserve you. He doesnât deserve to touch you, to feel you.âÂ
âAndââ you finally manage to choke out a few words. âAnd whatâ what m-makes youâoh god, Minghao pleaseâ think thatâ that you do?âÂ
âYou already know why, my flower.â Minghaoâs hips are slapping against yours at a paceâ at a furosityâ that you canât keep up with, âDo you really need me to spell it out for you?âÂ
The knot in your stomach snaps, your walls fluttering around him but heâs relentless. He pounds into you as your body convulses underneath him, your pathetic whines and moans turning into desperate wails.Â
âIâm better than him in every way,â Minghao grits out, desperately fighting off his own orgasm. âDo you know how long Iâve been keeping an eye on you? How long Iâve wanted to take you from him? You have no idea how hard it was to not take you into the bathroom that night and fuck you the way you deserved. I wanted so badly for you to be mine.â
Overstimulation begins to wash over you, becoming a pleasurable sting that you donât want to go away. His cock twitches inside of you and his breathing becomes heavier. You can see him trying to say something more, but all that comes out of him is a heavy groan, and then his hips are stuttering against yours. Warm cum spills into you, mixing with your own, and spilling out onto the sheets beneath you. Your legs thrash in Minghaoâs grip, but he pins you down as his hips slow. His hair is messy, his forehead tinged with sweat. You can see his mouth hanging open a bit, heavy breaths rolling out of him.Â
Do you know how long Iâve been keeping an eye on you?
The sentence replays over and over in your mind amidst the scattered post-sex thoughts.Â
How long Iâve wanted to take you from him?
Minghao rolls to the side, laying beside you on his large bed.Â
He didnât say anything to you, and you didnât say anything to him.Â
It was pure silence. A silence that allowed for clear thoughts.Â
Do you know how long Iâve been keeping an eye on you?
The drive to your fatherâs company the next day isâŠquiet to say the least. Thereâs an air of discomfort around the two of you and youâre unsure of whether itâs due to him having to meet your father or the conversation that will follow. Minghao, much like the night the two of you met and youâd asked about why everyone seemed to disapprove of him, was tense. His hands were set on his knees, squeezing tightly to the point of his knuckles turning white. His head is turned away from you, keeping his gaze on the city as you drive. It makes you nervous. Had you done something wrong? Was he regretting everything?Â
You swallow hard, mimicking his position and turning to look out the window.Â
Do you know how long Iâve been keeping an eye on you?
There had been something so off about the way he said that. You still couldnât quite figure out what it was, and it had your stomach churning uncomfortably.Â
The feeling only worsens when you pull up in front of your fatherâs building and Gyuri is standing with Seungcheol. Both look upset, standing straight with their arms folded behind their backs.Â
âWhat is this?â Minghao murmurs, thanking the driver quietly when his door opens. You slide out behind him, taking his hand in your own as he helps you stand.Â
âIâmâŠIâm not sure what this is.â You admit, your eyebrows knitting together as Gyuri approaches you. âGyuri, whatâs happening?â
âYou need to come with me,â she tugs at your arm, attempting to pull you away from your new lover.Â
âWhat?â Your hand tightens in Minghaoâs, your feet gluing into place. âWhatâ what are you talking about? Gyuri, whatâs going on? What is Seungcheol doing here?âÂ
âY/N,â Seungcheol steps toward you, but Minghao is faster and pushes you behind him. Your hand dislodges from his, and you yelp as Gyuri practically rips you away from him. Your knees hit the ground, skin scraping against pavement. The door of the company building practically flies open, a few police officers filing out with your father taking up the rear.Â
âFather?â Your throat is closing up, too many emotions pulsing through your body.Â
âWhat is this?â Minghao is yelling. People are stopping on the streets to stare. Gyuri and Seungcheol pull you to your fight, and you donât think you have the strength to stop them. âY/N, WHAT IS THIS?â
For a moment, youâre afraid. He lunges for you, and two officers grab at him. He looks rabid, his eyes crazed and teeth bared like some animal as he yells and screams and kicks against the people holding him. Your father approaches you, relief replacing the typical stone-cold gaze he gives you.
âWhatâs happening?â Youâre sobbing now, blood washing down your legs. Gyuri is crying with you, and Seungcheolâs hands are shaking.
âAre you alright?â Your father asks. âDid he do anything to you?â
âIâ whatââ you canât breathe.Â
âXu Minghao,â an officer speaks over the commotion. âYou are under arrest for the crimes of criminal harassment, assault and battery, and extortion. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorneyââ
âGET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF MEââ Minghaoâs hand flies out, nearly clipping the officer in the jaw as he finishes speaking.Â
He yells obscenities, yells for you, at you, at the people around him. He curses wildly, using every name under the sun, threatens death upon everyone.
Do you know how long Iâve been keeping an eye on you?
âIâm sorry.âÂ
Gyuri is sitting on the chair beside you as you get your knees treated. You stare blankly ahead of you, and she turns her head to Seungcheol, silently pleading for help.
âY/N,â he says slowly, âdo you understand whatâs happening?â
No response.
âMinghaoâŠwe told you he was not the man you thought he was. You fell too hard, too fast, didnât give us time to tell you everything.âÂ
Silence. Gyuri starts talking again, not knowing if you heard anything they were saying.
âHeâsâŠhe was planning on using you, Y/N. Using you to getâŠto get your fatherâs company, just like he did with his own father. ItâŠit was all fake. Everything you learned about him, everything we all thought we knew about himâŠit was all lies. It was in the small details.â
People always said you were innocent. People always called you naive. You trusted too easily, loved even easier. It made it easy to use you, to take everything you had and throw you to the side. Some people of new money were able to gain the respect of those of old money, but you?
No one would ever respect you.Â
Not after you fell for the gorgeous man, fell for his gorgeous lies and fantasies.Â
Thinking about him here in this hospital roomâŠ
Something about it makes you want to sink and drown and die. Maybe that would be easier.
âCan⊠can I leave?â you look up at Seungcheol, tears welling in your eyes. He looks heartbroken. âI wantâ I want to leave, Seungcheol. Can we leave?â
Heartbroken. Thatâs the look in his eye that you couldnât recognize last night. It wasnât anger, it wasnât the realization that he had lost you.Â
âWe can go. Itâs over now.â
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PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER (pt 1)
SUMMARY: It wasnât like you and Kevin hated each other. In fact, you quite admired him despite his somewhat indifferent attitude toward you. Well, now that youâre paired up for the last dance of the year, you guess itâs the perfect time to find out why.
GENRE: smut, very little fluff, a lot of angst
PAIRING: Kevin Moon x afab!reader
WC: 4.3k
SERIES MASTERLIST PART 2
PERM TAGLIST: @juyeonszn @winterchimez @flwoie
18+ MDNI AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED
WARNINGS: insults (nonsexual), mentions of injuries, mentions of what is basically sabotage, kevin is actually really kind of a bad person to y/n yall im sorry, kevin is still stupid (keeping with the trends), kevin is emotionally constipated but so is y/n but she's less emotionally constipated, pining, enemies to lovers, making out, marking, hair pulling, scratching, dry humping, poor attempts at humor, guys i'm actually warning you kevin is a total asshole in this
A/N: Idk why i went the angsty route for this but i'm very very excited to be releasing the final installment of this series. this was supposed to be released on christmas but me and fawn did not give ourselves NEARLY enough time to actually prepare this so we had to push it off. Much love, kiss kiss. Anyway thank you to everyone for reading this collab. This is part 1 of the final installment, so please be on the lookout for part 2 on fawn's page!!
You couldnât have been more excited to be partnered with Kevin Moon for the end-of-year exhibition. He was kind, he was incredibly talented, he was funny, heâ
âYou have to be fucking joking.â
â hated your goddamn guts.
You werenât even sure why. One day the two of you had been just a couple of freshmen, excited to become the best versions of yourselves, and the nextâŠit was like Kevin suddenly decided that he just hated everything about you. He did everything from mocking your solo performances to outright screaming at you for the tiniest of mistakes that not even your professors had picked up on. Your foot was a centimeter too far to the left, your back was arched too much, or your arm looked flimsy. Anything that he could possibly berate you for, he found it.Â
âLanguage, Moon.â Your professor scolded, hovering beside you and gauging both of your reactions. Your thumbnail is wedged between your teeth, and your free hand is wrapped around your waist. Kevin is fuming across from you, staring at the paper with such intensity you fear that it would catch fire.Â
âProfessor, you canât possibly expect me to work with her!â Kevin flings his hand out in your direction, and you scoff.Â
âYou make it sound like this is my fault.âÂ
âIsnât it?â He raises an eyebrow, lips curling up into a nasty sneer. âMost things usually are.â
âOh really?â You drop your hands to your side, taking a small step toward him.Â
âYes!âÂ
âLike what?ïżœïżœÂ
Youâre inches away from each other now, a palpable tension between the two of you that had your professor shuffling back uncomfortably. A few lingering students glanced at the two of you, whispering amongst each other.Â
Do you think they really hate each other?
I think that theyâre doing this just for show, just like Sangyeon and his girlfriend.
Maybe they really do hate each otherâŠor, at least, one of them does.
âLike the class performance of Princess and the Pauper last year.â Kevin grins smugly, as if heâd won some sort of competition between the two of you. Thereâs a flash of anger and hurt in your eyes.
âLetâs not remember that you were the one who dropped me, Kevin.â The smugness dissipates and now your âopponentâ is standing uncomfortably before you.Â
âIâ I know that, butââ You cut him off abruptly, and there are a few tears brimming in your eyes.Â
âYou know damn fucking well that the performance wouldâve been fine had you not intentionally let me fall. Itâs your fault that happened, not mine.â
âY/N,â your professor warns. âLetâs calm down, shall we?âÂ
Her hand on your shoulder steels you, and your body relaxes.Â
âThe two of you,â she speaks slowly and calmly but thereâs cold authority in her tone, âare going to work together on this performance, and you are going to work nicely. I will not be tolerating arguments this time. If you two cannot prove to me that you can work together as a team then I will fail you, and I will recommend you both be removed from the program. Am I understood?â
You bite on your tongue, eyeing Kevin and waiting for him to respond first. His words dug deep into you. It was easy for you to take the blame for mistakes you made, for starting on the wrong beat. But for him to blame you for his mistake? That was going too far. That was crossing a line that no dancer should ever cross (i know nothing about dancing).Â
âUnderstood,â Kevin mutters after a moment, and you nod your head slowly.Â
âUnderstood.â
âI think we should do Angel by Keshi.â
âAnd I think thatâs the dumbest fucking idea Iâve ever heard.â
Your eyes widen when Kevin says that with his back flat on the ground of the practice room youâd rented. Heâs got a stress ball in his hand, throwing it toward the ceiling and waiting for it to fall back down into his hand. For at least an hour, it had been, essentially, a one-sided discussion with you throwing out ideas and Kevin ignoring you as best he could until you threatened to tell the professor he wasnât being cooperative. Heâd proceeded to call you a âstupid snitchâ before responding to each suggestion you threw out with something negative.
âIf itâs so dumb then how about you give a suggestion for once?â You retort. âInstead of just sitting there moping like a child.âÂ
âOoh, good one,â Kevin says mockingly, his eyes narrowing at you after. You know he can see youâre getting frustrated with him. You can see it in the smirk he sends your way as he sits up. âStings real bad, Y/N.â
âWhy are you such a prick?â You grab your crossed ankles, rocking back and forth on your butt.Â
âWhy are you such a teacherâs pet?â
âIâmâŠIâm literally not.â Your head tilts and Kevin shrugs.
âSure you arenât.âÂ
âCan you focus please?â Kevin rolls his eyes when you change the subject, leaning back onto the palms of his hands and spreading his legs out in front of him.Â
âIâve been focused, youâre the one who keeps getting distracted by me.âÂ
Your jaw falls slack. You kept getting distracted? The whole time the two of you had been in this room, he had done absolutely nothing to contribute. You, arguably, were the only one not distracted!
âWhat if we didââ
âPartition by BeyoncĂ©.â Kevin interrupts you, and you quirk an eyebrow.
âIâm not doing that song with you.â
A smirk, and he leans forward. âWhy? Afraid youâll be seduced by your enemy?âÂ
It's too late for that. âNope. I just donât wanna be that close to you at all. You fucking smell.âÂ
For the first time ever, Kevin falls silent. His jaw hangs open and his eyebrows shoot to his hairline. Internally, you cheer at how you were likely the first person (as far as you know) to make him shut up for a few moments.Â
âI do not smell!â He snaps, finally jolted from his stupor when you clear your throat.Â
âYou kinda do, Kev,â you pick at something on the ground. âSorry to be the one that broke it to you.â
âDonât call me Kev.âÂ
You look at him, and his nose is wrinkled with disgust. He doesnât look angry, per se, but he isnât exactly the most pleased youâve seen him.Â
âSorry.âÂ
Kevin goes quiet again, and now both of you are picking at the floor.Â
âSo weâre doing Angel, right?â You ask, trying to clear the awkward air. Your partner kisses his teeth and shakes his head.
âI really think we should do Partition.â
âWhy are you so set on doing such a sexual song?â Your cheeks are warm, but you try to ignore it as best you can. Kevin notices, that smug smile returning to his face.
âWhy are you so uncomfortable with it? People love these types of performances.â He has a point, but youâll die before you let him know it. âThey love tension between dancers. Gives them a thrill.â
âItâll be thrilling when they see my fist in your face,â you mumble so he canât hear you.
âWhat?â His eyebrows knit together and you smile coyly.
âWhat?â Your voice is pitched up to mock him, and a muscle feathers in his jaw.Â
âWeâre doing Partition.â
âWhatever you say, boss.âÂ
He kisses his teeth again, returning to leaning on the palms of his hands. You lay flat on your back, fingers splayed across your stomach.Â
âYouâre annoying. You know that, right?â You hear him shift on the ground, and then his face appears in your periphery A dry laugh escapes you.
âThatâs not what your mom said last night.âÂ
âDonâtâ donât talk about my mom.â You lift your head off the ground, a lazy grin plastered onto your face when you see Kevinâs lips twitching. âThatâ that wasnât funny. Like, at all.â
âIâm sure it wasnât, Kevin.â You agree, lowering your head back to the ground.Â
âIâm serious, Y/N. You arenât funny.â He stands up, gathering his belongings and keeping his back turned. Had you not seen him fighting a smile just a moment ago, you would have thought he was truly angry with you. Or, perhaps, he was angry with you, but the joke was enough to get him to crack a smile.
âI believe you,â you sat up again, following his lead and grabbing your own items. âTotally. Why wouldnât I?âÂ
He turns to look at you again, his expression shockingly dull when he meets your eyes. The tension is back, and you shuffle awkwardly in your spot. In the silence of the practice room, youâre struck with the urge to ask him questions. Why he hates you, why he dropped you during the performance. It had been on your mind for so long, but not once have you had the strength to ask. Now, though, you have an unstoppable urge.Â
You clear your throat, dipping your head down for a second and then lifting it to keep your eyes on him.Â
âWhy dââÂ
Youâve barely gotten one word out before Kevin interrupts you again, taking long and heavy steps to the door. Itâs as if heâd sensed your questions, your curiosity. His timing certainly made it seem that way.
âIâll text you when we can start working on the choreography.â
Kevin slams the door of the TBZ house so hard that the walls shake.Â
âWhy the fuck are you slamming my doors?â Sangyeon yells from his bedroom, his voice muffled by the distance between them.Â
âSorry!â Kevin yells back, but heâs not. Heâs not sorry at all, not now at least. Why the fuck did he have to get paired with you? Of all the people in the class, why did the professor think it was a good idea to stick the two people who hate each other the most on a team?
âYouâre lucky that Sangyeonâs too busy getting his dick sucked to care that you slammed the door.â Changmin peers at Kevin from the kitchen counter, hunched over with a frog-shaped cup in his hand. The older of the two wrinkles his nose in disgust, making his way to the counter and sinking into a barstool.Â
âDidnât need to know that detail, but thanks anyway.âÂ
âNo problem,â Changmin grins sarcastically, lifting his cup as a sort of toast. âWhatâs got you so ticked off anyway?â
âSome stupid assignment my professor assigned me.â
âOh, right. The dance one?âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
Kevin drops his head into his hands, rubbing at his eyes with the base of his palms. Then he raises his head, eyebrows knit together in confusion.Â
âWait, how did you know about the assignment?âÂ
âOne of my friends is in that class,â Changmin sets his cup down and leans forward to fold his arms on the granite countertop. âHe said he saw you being a dick to Y/N after you found out the two of you were partners for the exhibition.â
âWell, she deserved it,â Kevin grumbles, dropping his hands onto the counter.Â
âShe always deserves it, according to you.â Changmin kisses his teeth and purses his lips. âWhy do you hate her, anyway? Sheâs a fantastic dancer, sheâs super nice, sheâs really pretty. Sheâs got your humor, too, so shouldnât the two of you, like, get along?â
âY/N L/N is the spawn of the devil himself, and Iâll die before I get along with her.â
âOkay, I get that, but why?â
Why. Why do you hate her so much? What could she possibly have done to make you drop her in the middle of one of the most important performances of your college career?
âSheâŠâ Kevin trails off, his face heating up with embarrassment. âShe spilled coffee on me during freshman year.âÂ
For a few moments, Changmin says nothing and Kevin thinks that the younger man didnât hear him. Then he speaks, and Kevin wishes he hadnât said anything at all.
âYouâŠbroke a girlâs ankleâŠand almost ruined her chances at ever dancing againâŠâ Changmin speaks slowly, trying to comprehend the sheer absurdity of what heâd just heard. âBecauseâŠbecause she spilled coffee on you?â
âIt wasnât just that!â Kevin tries to defend. âShe got it all over my expensive shirt, the white one you got me for my birthday back in high school. The stain wouldnât come out, even with bleach, so I had to toss it!â
âYouâre the dumbest person I have ever met, Kevin Moon.â Changmin pushes himself up to stand straight, suddenly radiating anger and startling Kevin. âYou donât fucking drop someone and break their ankle because of a goddamn shirt that I bought you from fucking Target.â
âWaitâ it was from Target?â Kevinâs jaw drops.
âYes? Did you think that I bought a wicked expensive plain white button-down shirt?â
âWell, I meanâŠâ Kevin scratches the back of his head, his cheeks heating with embarrassment.Â
âYou know what?â Changmin pinches the bridge of his nose, biting down on his tongue briefly. âThatâsâ thatâs not the point of this conversation. The point is that youâre a horrible person. Youâre a horrible person and if you donât get your shit together and apologize to that poor girl, Iâm gonna get Sangyeon involved.â
âWhyâ Iâm not a horrible person!â Kevin snaps, and Changmin scoffs.
âI truly wonder what she sees in you.âÂ
For a brief moment, Kevin stops breathing. In that moment, a series of thoughts run through his mind, thoughts that he canât even begin to process.
Horrible person.
I wonder what she sees in you.
Who is âshe?â Why does Changmin know what she thinks of him?
He couldnât possibly mean you. You hate him, and he hates you. There was no possible way that you cared about him at all, especially after how cruel heâd been to you.Â
Right?
One week.
A whole damn week goes by before Kevin texts you to meet him at practice room 304. To be honest, you would have forgotten about the project had your professor not sent out an email the day prior requesting progress videos to be submitted by Monday morning.
âThat leaves us, what, four days to draft at least half of the choreography?â Youâre sipping at an iced latte, your back against the mirror as Kevin ties the laces of his sneakers.Â
âSomething like that.âÂ
Heâs on edge. You can hear it in his voice. Something has him tense and you arenât entirely sure what to do about it, especially since you arenât the cause (for once). Part of you wants to ask him whatâs wrong, but a much larger part of you is screaming to just leave it alone. For a while, you listen to that larger part. You begin working with Kevin to choreograph the song and while it was a bit awkward for you, you find it much easier to work with him than with previous partners youâd had. You ignore the way your skin burns every time he touches youâ correcting your posture, helping you with a movement. You ignore how much you enjoy his hands on your body, however faint his touch is.Â
Youâd admit that Kevin was right about the tension. The air felt stuffy, the walls closing in on you. It was erotic, the choreography Kevin had created. It was fast, and most of the moves youâd gone through required you to have your body close to his. The audience, however, would love this, just like Kevin said. So, no, you werenât against admitting when Kevin was right, and you would have told him that at the end of practice.Â
Really, you would have!
But then Kevin starts pissing you off.Â
Small, quiet comments about how ridiculous you look. Insulting how you do a specific move. Nitpicking every step, every breath, every water break. Sweat is dripping down your neck by the time Kevin officially lets you stop for a while. You can see how tired he is, can see his shoulders slumping and his legs wobbling every time he steps.Â
âI think we should call it a day.â You call over to him, and he scoffs.
âOf course you would say that.â
Your eyebrows furrow, and you set your water bottle down.Â
âWhat the fuck is that supposed to mean?â Kevin spins to face you as you say this, his jaw ticking and his hands clenched into fists.Â
âYou know exactly what it means, Y/N.â He sneers, standing tall when you take long strides over to him.
âNo, actually,â you fold your arms over your chest, âI donât know what it means.âÂ
âThen Iâll tell you.â His face is now inches from yours, and you back up a bit. Just enough for your face to not be so close to his. âI think youâre losing your touch. I think that youâre sloppy, that youâre arrogant, you canât admit when youâre wrong.â
Kevin goes on listing these qualities, these faults, and all the while you can only scoff knowing that those are exactly the same things you would use to describe him.Â
âI think thatââ he continues, but then youâre interrupting him.
âShut the fuck up, dude.â You canât stop your eyes from rolling, but itâs not as if youâd planned to hold back anyway. âYou think youâre any better than me?â
âYes, I do.â Kevin tilts his head with a mocking smile. âI think Iâm a thousand times better than you.â
âYou arenât,â you tell him, and he bites his tongue when you pretend to pout. âSorry to burst your egotistical, self-absorbed bubble, but you arenât better than me. You arenât a better dancer, a better student, or a better person.âÂ
Kevinâs gaze hardens, and you donât notice the step he takes toward you. Or, maybe, you do and choose to ignore it. Maybe itâs exactly what you wanted.Â
âYouâre full of shit.â He breathes out, and you can feel a few strands of his hair brush against your forehead. The corner of your lips lifts into a lopsided smirk.
âAnd so arenât you. We arenât so different now, are we Moon?âÂ
A few silent moments. Bated breaths of air. The tension between the two of you is something unlike anything youâd felt before. You take a deep breath, ready to step away from him, and then his lips are crushed against yours in a furious kiss. Thereâs no love or care for one another behind it, just a fatal mixture of hate and lust for one another. A build-up of tension that could only be dispelled by the two of you.
Kevinâs hands are all over your bodyâ squeezing at your hips, running up and down your waist, brushing over the curve of your ass. Your own hands tear at his clothes, stretching the fabric beyond repair, and your nails sink into his skin, breaking it and making him hiss in pain. Your lips mesh together, your teeth clacking together and your tongues pushing together in more of a fight than a dance of dominance.Â
You allow yourself to be backed into the mirror, too caught up in how good his lips feel against yours, and you almost forget how much you supposedly hate him. When his lips fall to your neck and your hands scrape their way up his back, you want to let yourself forget about all the horrible things heâs said to you. His teeth sink into the skin of your neck, listening to the way you groan at the sting, and then his tongue is laving over the spot, his lips sucking at the skin at the same time. He does that over and over again, practically covering every inch of your throat with these marks until it looks like a wild animal got to you.
âI hate you,â Kevin lifts his face from your neck, grabbing your face in one hand and squeezing your cheeks together. His eyes are dark with so many emotions that it has your stomach churning. âI hate you so fucking much.â
You try to respond, but he just squeezes your face tighter and grins maliciously at your desperate whine. He kisses you again, uncaring of the fact that your lips are smushed together and your canât exactly kiss him back. In fact, itâs almost like thatâs exactly what he wants. He wants you to struggle against him, wants you desperate and whining.Â
âIsnât this nice?â He teases, his mouth a hairsbreadth from your own. âFinally quiet for me. Youâre so much prettier when you arenât talking back to me. If I let you go, are you gonna stay quiet?âÂ
He releases you, and you surge forward to connect your lips in another kiss. Your arms are around his neck and his slide down to your legs, haul you up, and press you against the mirror. You wrap your legs around him, clinging tightly and forcing him impossibly closer to you. Something shifts in the way you move against each other, no longer just your lips and hands, but now your hips are grinding together and youâre moaning, and Kevin is breathless against you, throwing his head back and groaning into the open air. You use this as an opportunity to return the favor, marking his neck up in the same way heâd marked yours (if not a bit harsher).Â
âFuck,â Kevin hisses, hands squeezing so hard at your thighs you know theyâll be bruised in the morning. âAlways gotta be so harsh, donât you?â
âYou just did the same thing to me,â you snap back, your body shuddering as he continues to rut against you. Your voice is shaking, containing not nearly the amount of malice youâd hoped it would. You sound desperate, you sound like you want him. Which, of course, you do. But you would prefer it if Kevin didnât know that.
Too late.
His eyes are gleaming as if in a trance and his hands slide to your ass to drag your hips harder against yours. The pleasure continues to build, your eyes rolling back, and your head falling against the mirror.Â
âThought you hated me,â Kevin coos and laughs when you moan out his name. âPoor baby, so desperate for me you canât even speak.â
âH-Hate you,â you whine. âHate you s-so much.â
âIâm sure you do, baby.â He hums, watching as your body begins to convulse. He can feel himself getting closer as well, his dick twitching in his sweatpants. âGo ahead, cum all over the man you hate.â
And you do. Your body shudders, back arching off the mirror as you moan and sob against him. Your hips continue to rut into his, and eventually, he drops his head into your chest, laving with his tongue at the skin exposed by your t-shirt. Your hands are in his hair, holding tightly to the strands.
After a moment, you tap at Kevinâs head to get his attention.
And boy, do you get it.Â
As if he was hit with a wave of post-nut clarity, he practically drops you to the ground with a crazed look of horror in his eyes. You frown at him, stumbling back to your feet with legs made of jelly.
âYou okay?âÂ
He backs away from you, nearly tripping over his feet. You follow him, but heâs too fast.
âDonâtâ donât fucking come near me.â He snarls, and you flinch. Itâs not fear. Itâs hurt. Youâre not sure why the statement hurt you, but it did and the feeling stabbed into your heart like a golden dagger. âStay the fuck away from me. Thisâ this was a mistake. You were a mistake.â
Itâs become a sort of habit for him, you think, watching as he slams the door to the practice room. You still arenât quite sure why it hurts, why your throat feels like itâs closing up and your stomach churns with displeasure. You turn to face the mirror, tracing a hand up your neck to touch the marks on your neck and thereâs a sad smile plastered on your face.
It canât be helped when heâs hated you for so long.Â
Thereâs a crack in your heart, and you wonder if itâll be fixed just like the crack in your bone from the last time he hurt you.
Kevin slams the door of his car so harshly he almost fears he broke it. The engine rumbles to life, and tires screech against the ground as he speeds out of the parking lot and gets far, far away from you.Â
His hands are shaking, so unsteady that heâs almost afraid heâll get into an accident. His heart is pounding. Adrenaline, maybe. Fear is more likely. Fear of what heâd just done, what he could have done. It terrifies him, the rush of emotions heâd felt when you looked at him.Â
It didnât make sense to him. You were supposed to hate him, to want him dead. Why did you look at him like that? Like he hung the stars in the sky and painted the moon just for you. Why. Why. You ruined everything.Â
A choked sob forces its way up his throat, and he covers his mouth with the back of his hand.Â
He doesnât understand it. Why is he feeling so many emotions from this? He shouldnât. He shouldnât be feeling thisâŠthisâŠ
Kevin doesnât even understand the emotion heâs feeling, so he decides he wonât bother.Â
Heâll ignore you, avoiding you as best he possibly could. Youâll practice alone, that way he wonât have to speak with you.Â
Avoid, ignore, hate. Avoid, ignore, hate.Â
That was the perfect solution.
Avoid you and the inevitable questions youâll have.
Ignore you and the looks youâll send him. The confusion, the anger.
Hate you. Hate the way you make him feel, the way you make him want you.
Hate you.
Hate youÂ
Love you.
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Say Don't Go
SUMMARY: For too long you had been waiting for Vernon. For too long you had let these feelings fester. Now all you can do is wait and beg for him to not let you leave.
GENRE: Angst
PAIRING: Vernon Chwe x afab!reader
WC: 1.6k
SERIES MASTERLIST
PERM TAGLIST: @juyeonszn @winterchimez
SERIES TAGLIST: @captain-brie @nobraincellmode
18+ MDNI AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOGGED
WARNINGS: hurt no comfort, Vernon is an asshole, toxic relationship, implied friends with benefits, mentions of blood/knives but no one actually gets hurt it's just a metaphor, people being nosy at restaurants, a waitress is extra nosy, swearing, brief mentions of alcohol, friends to fwb to ???, ending is open-ended
A/N: I'm planning on finishing this series asap because good god I've been working on it for TOO LONG. Hopefully I'll be able to finish by mid-January jghisrghuis. Also this is NOT edited so i apologize for any mistakes.
Sometimes you wonder where it all went wrong, when you and Vernon went from something to nothing in his eyes.
Even as you lay in his arms now, you know that he would rather be anywhere else but with you in your living room. Thereâs a coldness in his hand as it brushes your arm, a discomfort in the smile he sends you at every comment you make about the film on your TV screen. Your fingers play with a loose string on his t-shirt and you exhale quietly, letting your body deflate against him.Â
It had been months now since you and Vernon started messing around. You werenât dating, no, Vernon hated the idea of being exclusive with someone while he was so young. This wasâŠthis was something else. You knew he slept with other people, knew that every night he found someone knew but on the weekends he crawled back to you. He made you think he loved you. You wonder if he knew that youâd only ever slept with him. That he was your first everything, and that it broke your heart every time he left you.
âYouâre thinking.â And then he does this. He knows you so well it scares you. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
âNothing.â Vernon lifts his head off the arm of the couch, straining to look at where you lay on his chest.Â
âYouâre lying to me now?â A crooked smile, playful yet curious, is flashed in your direction. Your stomach churns uncomfortably, knowing that despite him being able to read you so well, you knew nothing of what he was thinking. Not anymore, at least.Â
âWhy would I lie to you?â Your eyes are drooping, and you nuzzle deeper into his chest. His hand slowly trails up your arm and rests on your head.
âWhy wouldnât you?â His voice sounds faint.Â
âBecause I love you.âÂ
He says nothing, and you donât expect him to. Not anymore. In the past, before acceptance had hit you, maybe you wouldâve hoped he would. Maybe you wouldâve begged him to say it back, and maybe he wouldâve. He wouldâve let you believe that he loved you, but you know he doesnât.Â
You shouldâve known better than to believe that Vernon would show up. You shouldâve known better than to convince yourself that he wouldnât forget you at the restaurant, that he wouldnât choose someone else over you.Â
Now, three hours later, youâre finishing up another drink, picking at the dessert youâd treated yourself to after the meal. You werenât going to let your own naivety ruin your night, even if the tears welling in your eyes have been threatening to spill over like a waterfall. Youâre glad youâd chosen a booth for yourself, facing away from the door so you donât get your hopes up every time it opens.Â
The knife in your heart has been twisted far too many times, the blood spilling down your chest for all to see. You were tired of it, so why were still holding out hope for him?
Someone sinks into the booth across from you, out of breath and leaning his head back for a few moments.Â
âShit, traffic was bad.â Vernon gasps out. A lie. âAndâ and then the parking. Shit, the parking was awful.â Why is he lying?
âStop.â Vernon stares at you, his lips still parted as he catches his breath. âStop lying to me, please. For once.âÂ
His lips draw into a thin line, and he adjusts his position to sit straighter. It almost hurts to see him so dressed up for you, but then you see the lipstick on his collar and your anger comes back.Â
The waitress returns with your check, shooting Vernon a dirty look. Sheâd pieced together the story on her own, not that it was hard to figure out. A heartbroken girl, alone in a booth for two hours. Who wouldnât be able to figure out what happened?
The two of you sit silently in the booth as you fill out your bill, sliding your card into the book and placing it near the edge of the table.Â
âYouâre mad at me.â Vernon concludes, and you scoff.
âYeah, sure.â You cross your arms, and Vernon bites on his tongue.Â
âWhyâ why canât you just tell me whatâs wrong?â He tries to keep his voice down, his hands tightening into fists. Your eyes scan him, scan his tense posture and the muscles ticking in his jaw.Â
âI feel like it should be obvious, no?â The ice in your glass of water has melted and you take a small sip, letting the cold liquid slide down your throat slowly.Â
âWell, Iâm sorry to say this, but itâs not.â You sniff, whether in distaste or to hold back your tears you canât tell. âSometimes you have to actually tell people what you want.â
âI have, Vernon.â You hiss and smile at the waitress when she grabs the check again. âI have voiced everything to you time and time again, and yet you seem to ignore it. Itâs like you donât care about meâ and Iâm not talking about our fucking sex life.â
He opens his mouth to talk, but you keep going.Â
âDid you forget that we were friends before this?â You ask him, and for a moment he thinks itâs rhetoric. When you donât continue speaking, he stutters out a response.
âIâ no, I didnât, but Y/Nââ
âIf you didnât forget then why do you act like this?â Your eyebrows are furrowed, your lips pursed. âAllâ All I ever asked of you is to prioritize our friendship over anything else. Thatâ that if you thought things were getting past the point of no return, then weâd break it off. But you didnât, and itâs like you couldnât give less of a damn about me anymore. Why, Vernon? Why the fuck didnât you break it off when you figured out I was falling in love with you?â
Itâs like a bucket of ice-cold water has been tossed over him, the heat from running to meet you being entirely replaced with a cold sweat. He knew, of course. How could he not have known when you made it so obvious?
âYouâ youâre blaming me for this?â He asks. âYouâre the one who agreed to be in this relationshipâ no, youâre the one who brought it up in the first place!â
âBecause I liked you!â The tables around you are turning their heads, and you lower your voice. âI knew what I was getting into when you first kissed me at that fucking holiday party at Seungcheolâs, but itâs your fault that it got to this point. Itâs your fault for stringing me along even though you knew the whole fucking time.âÂ
Your heart is pounding, your chest rising and falling rapidly, and your head feels like itâs going to explode at any moment.Â
âSoâ so this is it then?â Vernon sinks back against the uncomfortable booth. âYouâre throwing away six years of friendship becauseâ because what? You couldnât control your fucking feelings? Well, Iâm sorry but Iâm not gonna be part of your fucking pity party.â You hear a gasp from the booth behind you, as well as hushed whispers, and suddenly all your anger is replaced by embarrassment.Â
âIâ I canât believe you.â You whisper, staring at him with wide eyes. âIâ why would you say that?âÂ
Vernonâs mind races, thoughts of regret and fear pushing forward as he watches you grab your purse.Â
âY/Nââ he starts to stand but you raise your hand to stop him. His hands are on the table, the only thing keeping him from falling to the ground.Â
âIâŠI loved you, Vernon.â You try to control your breathing, but it feels impossible with the rush of emotions hitting you. âIâm sorry that I meant nothing to you, but do not blame this shit on me.â
He watches you walk away, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Stunned is not quite the word for what heâs feeling at the moment. Confused? NoâŠno heâs not confused. Vernon knows exactly why this happened, and knows that the only person to blame is himself.Â
You hesitate at the door, your hand reaching for the handle slowly as if waiting for something. He wonders if youâre waiting for him to say something, to chase you and tell you not to leave.Â
He doesnât, and he watches you leave the restaurant and shudder under the frigid weather of mid-December.Â
Your waitress clears her throat, that same dirty look on her face.
âShe forgot her card.â She explains, thrusting it back into his hand. âMake sure it gets back to her.âÂ
âIâŠI uhââ
âI get that youâre a stupid bitch,â she whispers harshly to him, and his head jerks back in shock. âBut that girl waited two and a half fucking hours for you. If you give even the tiniest shit about her, youâll run out the door right now and fix it.âÂ
Vernonâs mouth is hanging open as the waitress walks away to her next table, a fake grin plastered onto her face.Â
You waited for him.
You waited for him, knowing that he wasnât going to come, and now heâs fucked everything up beyond repair.
His feet are moving before his mind does.
The bell above his head chimes and his breath is knocked out of him once again when he takes his first gulp of cold air.Â
Donât go. Please, please donât go.
Donât leave me.
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looking for new friends, sana and izzy are being mean
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@sanaxo-o liar
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stem major pookies please manifest me not failing my chem final for the 3rd semester in a row (3 different chem classes)
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spread some love !
talk about your favourite mutuals and why you like them
@captain-brie I'm pretty sure brie was my first mutual, or at least the first one i really talked to. When we first started talking i was so shocked bc she's been one of my favorite writers on here for fuck knows how long and i was like WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LIKE MY WORKS. But Anyway- Brie is one of the nicest people I've ever met and is so so so so fun to talk to. She's someone I rely on tbh ujaeugyfusf
@winterchimez Ally!!!!!!! We met through Fawn I think iuhysfusygeiw and I'm so glad we did. Even though your sleep schedule is fucked, we have the best conversations and you're always there to support me. You beta things that likely will never see the light of day (i promise they will at some point i'm just lazy) and you always give the best feedback. NEVER CHANGE. ILY POOKIE
@sanaxo-o where do I even begin....I think we started talking because ally kept harassing me and we just kinda went from there. Yes you and izzy bully me now more than ally ever did, but i always have such a good time talking with you (when I respond...)
@from-izzy Just like sana, we started talking because ally kept bullying me, and somehow you both ended up becoming worse than her. Even though you BULLY ME, I still love hearing your ideas and reading the things you send me
@sungbeam BEAMMMM MY POOKIE. I know we don't talk a ton but ILYSM UR SO SWEET AND SO TALENTED AND FUNNY AND I WANNA TALK TO YOU MORE I WANNA HEAR UR IDEAS I WANNA MAKE JOKES. No but fr ur so nice and understanding to everyone and i'm so envious of that. Ilysm
This goes for all of my moots: I'm the worst at starting conversations so if you ever wanna talk to me please god don't be nervous or unsure. Reach out whenever you want, whether just to start talking more or to talk about smth you're working on because I love hearing everyone's creative processes and I wanna support all of you in any way I can
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JUST LOGGED ON AND SAW I HIT 500???? yall this is insane actually. Never in my LIFE did I think that so many people would read my fics let alone wanna stick around for the ride đđđ and to think this all started with one silly goofy Eric fic omg
Thank you all so much!! I love each and every one of you đ„°đ„° Much love, kiss kiss
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Ally always at the crime scene
can't even bring up sunwoo without being yelled at đđđ
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How did you start writing!! I want to start writing fics too but it a bit intimidating
I totally get the intimidation!! It can be a little nerve-racking starting out but it get easier the more you write and put your fics up
For me personally, I just was reading fics and I kept getting little ideas that i really wanted to share with people. I'm a writer outside of tumblr (i dont have anything published, but i have a couple of novels that i've been working on) so i had ideas that kept building and building and building, and I had been thinking about starting to write here for a long time (one of my moots, Brie (see @leejihoonownsmyheart if u wanna check out her fics) ended up being a big reason why i started actually posting on here). I swear it took me 2 hours to write my first fic (11:49pm for Eric Sohn) but it took like three days to get the courage to post it. I was scared people wouldnt like it or that it wouldnt get any attention but honestly? It felt so good to put it out there that i stopped caring about if it got attention and just started focusing on what I wanted to write and what I wanted to share with people.
If you have ideas though that you want to share with people, I highly encourage you to!! It's a lot of fun once you get over the initial intimidation.
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i think you're the one that needs spepe---i mean spep---i mean sLEEP
i just said ur off the hook but i take it back now
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