WHAT YOU NEED (teaser) | L. Heeseung

WHAT YOU NEED (teaser) | l. heeseung

PAIRINGS. heeseung x afab!reader (ft. jeongin of stray kids)

SYNOPSIS. when you caught your boyfriend cheating, his best friend aka your roommate suggests to get revenge by asking you to fuck him. you refuse at first but then the idea excites you. okay you weren’t actually going to fuck your roomie, you were just going to lie. but the problem was that your boyfriend asked for proof and now you had to make a sex tape with someone who you weren’t sexually attracted to.

GENRE. smut, slight one-sided love, best friend’s girlfriend, slight fwb, roommates to lovers, angst, hurt, bickering, heeseung is a bit cocky, slight perv!hee, college fic, jealousy

WARNINGS. 18+ only; minors dni. profanity, fingering, masturbation, oral sex (m. receiving), protected sex, blindfolding, filming porn, switch!heeseung, switch!reader

WORD COUNT: 800 teaser / 10k fic

RELEASE DATE: OCTOBER 1ST

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이 펠릭스 | come as you are.

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💭 synopsis: after a confrontation with your least favourite person on campus, you realise your grudge had been based off of nothing but an error. with no reason left to hate felix, you decide to fuck him instead — it's not like your relationship could get any messier.

🎤 word count: 11.4K

📂 contains: dom felix / sub reader, enemies to lovers, miscommunication, college au, mentions of other members, possessive felix, flirting, alcohol consumption, lowkey grunge felix, mentions of virginity, hookup culture, jealous felix, aggressive mutual pining, wet dreams, masturbation, angry sex, hate sex, car sex, spit kink, hair pulling, a lot of marking, multiple orgasms, oral sex, unprotected sex, cum consumption.

it was no secret of your distaste for felix lee, rolling your eyes every time you heard his baritone, sultry voice. you scowled at him at every chance you got. and most importantly you avoided him as best you could, like he was the plague, tuning out any conversation where his name would be brought up, loitering in your class just a bit too long to avoid crossing his way on campus.

if you had to describe your relationship with him using a singular word, it would be trivial. you brought no benefit to him and he to you. so how was it you always caught him staring? why was it you dreamt of him, in erotic situations and in heart-fluttering, butterfly-in-the-stomach inducing ways? so why was it you woke up one particular morning, with an uncomfortable stickiness between your legs, your hair a mess and your face burning — all the while with felix lee’s name in your mind. you thought about him, brain teetering between consciousness and unconsciousness. you thought about him in detail, his soft pink lips with that sharp cupid’s bow, his even softer hair like black smoke through your fingers, his pixie ears adorned in earrings, his almond shaped eyes with his dark bronze eyes that very often looked like obsidian when it was starved of light, and his warm, tanned skin that made the freckles littered on his face look even darker.

you let your mind wander, imagining how felix would sound above you, how he would smell, what he would say — so much so, that you had actually forgotten about your vendetta against the man, that you wore so proudly on your sleeve anyone would think you were a paid actor if they saw you that morning. your hands were between your thighs, manoeuvring your underwear from your sex, slick with your arousal, your fingers stroking your slit and smearing your aching clit with your slick. a small, content sigh left your mouth, cheek nuzzling against your pillow with your eyes closed blissfully. your eyes grew wide. you were not thinking about felix. that was not happening. you shrugged yourself off, springing out of bed and feeling straight towards your shower. a feeling of disgust settled in your gut, disgust with yourself for thinking about him and disgust towards the man of the hour himself. he was too arrogant, too sure of himself, and way too serious to ever, ever get with you. when pigs fly, sure. not a moment sooner.

considering that was the start to your day, you figured it could only go up from there. wrong.

felix was in a special mood today, finding any opportunity he could to make conversation with you or just exist near you. it was maddening. for the usual reasons, of course, but because you couldn't stop yourself from wondering how he was in bed. was he gentle or harsh? was he vocal, like how he was annoyingly chatty? whatever you tried to do to appease this insanity in your head, he was always one step ahead. always right behind the corner you were turning, or in front of you in the line to return whatever library book you convinced yourself you'd read. with every growing second you lost your patience, your sanity and your decorum. you were irritated, so much so you didn't even converse with your friends in the café nearby.

"so, are you all going to the party tonight?" what? you looked up from your mostly empty cup, "what party?" hyunjin laughed, of course he did — it was hyunjin, "the hottest party of the semester. keep up!" he wasn't serious, just a testy asshole. your eyes narrowed, "and why would i go to that?" it wasn't uncommon for you to attend parties, tending to show up for a few hours before getting bored and leaving, or being roped into driving the drunks home early because they couldn't walk straight. but you tended to stray from huge gatherings — there wasn't much to do unless you wanted to catch several sexual diseases. which, you didn't. hyunjin, ever the martyr, rolled his eyes at your response. "because i'm going, so im going to need my token virgin friend to come, too." your eyes went wide, mouth opening in a mixture of offence and shock. "hyunjin, i'm not a virgin — not that my sex life is any of your business — thank you very much."

"yes, you are." seungmin joined, matter-of-factly turning to you; seemingly taking a sudden interest in your conversation. hyunjin couldn't contain himself, letting out a loud cackle that drowned out amongst the busy chatter of the afternoon rush hour café. "why do you all care so much? if you're into me you can say, you know." you deflected, setting down your finished and now empty china cup. "we just don't like it when you get cocky and think you can lie to your best friends." hyunjin grinned. fuck him. "fuck you, man." you crossed your arms, collecting your things to start leaving. "anyway, i gotta go, see you assholes later." you stood up, slinging your bag on your shoulder as you looked at your friends still sat at the table.

"later? you're going, then?" seungmin caught on, of course. when did anything get past him? you sighed heavily, "yes, i'll go. because im nice and i know one of you are bound to get blackout drunk." hyunjin chuckled dryly, aware it was aimed at him, "not because a certain someone will be there?" he looked up at you. scowling, you answered quickly, "i don't care if felix goes – its not like i'll talk to that asshole." he raised a brow, "who said anything about felix?" you blinked, stunned. "oh whatever, fuck all you guys." you walked out quickly, determined to hide your deteriorating composure from your relentless friends, their laughter following you outside.

it was a house party. a very nice house, as a matter of fact. it was incredibly spacious, even when it was filled with probably a few hundred drunken college kids. the music was loud, so loud it reverberated in your bones, feeling the bass notes in your entire body, unwillingly thrumming along with the beat of the music. people were crowding around each other, yelling loudly in excitement and laughing over something that would probably be mundane if they were sober. although finding the location hard to navigate through, you had spotted hyunjin easily, noticing his bright red hair a mile away, even in such dim lighting. "have you had anything to drink, yet?" he asked you, a cup of whatever liquor he could find in his non-dominant hand. you shook your head, "i want to stay sober, i'm driving." hyunjin raised his brows at this, "what's the fun in that? live a little." he urged, elbowing you softly in your side. "hyunjin, i am driving." you repeated, level-headed. he only wanted you to relax, you knew that, but you wouldn't risk yours and others' safety for a night you won't remember and a pounding headache the next day. he shrugged, "you're no fun." he pouted, taking a gulp of his drink. "yeah, whatever. go ditch me to chat up some girl." you shooed him away, watching with a smile on your face as he left your company and scanned the huge room for a girl who looked somewhat sober.

"it's nice to see you here." your eye almost twitched. "what do you want, felix." you deadpanned, giving him an unamused look, glaring at him through your lashes. he chuckled, his chest moving from his stupidly attractive laugh, "aren't you chipper?" for fucks sake. "i'm not interested, felix. fuck off." it was so hard remaining indifferent, because no matter how annoying he was you still couldn't deny you were attracted to him. his brows furrowed slightly, "then i'm just going to have to convince you otherwise." you hate him. you hate him and his australian accent. you hate the way his hair falls on both sides of his head, giving him a halo effect because he was so fucking far from being angelic. you hate how persistent he was, you hated how easily he shook your insults off. you hated his smirk, you hated his obnoxiously loud laugh; everything about him irked you.

so why were you following him to the kitchen, your eyes boring holes in his toned back, but following where he went nonetheless. felix handed you a glass cup filled with a clear liquor, catching the light that hung above the both of you and reflecting it back to you. "cheers," he spoke, his voice smoky in such a unique way it gave you shivers. you held the glass rim to your lips. vodka. good vodka at that — someone here had taste. what happened to staying sober? how are you getting home, now? why on earth are you listening to felix? he grimaced at the taste, sharp and bitter on his tongue, no doubt. the warm, spicy aftertaste caught you off guard, urging you to take another sip to combat it.

felix leaned the outside of his forearms on the countertop, putting most his weight on his elbows as he stared at you with an unreadable expression in his eyes. "what?" you asked, setting your drink down to your right. his blank face didn't last long, an amused smile quickly being presented to you, his gaze falling to the floor for a moment, "nothing, it's just, well, i think this is the longest conversation we've had with each other in.. what? two years?" he pondered. you scowled, "and whose fucking fault is that?" you barked, after taking a much needed gulp of your drink. felix's eyes widened, "i didn't mean it like that. fuck, 'm sorry." he winced, giving you what seemed like a genuinely apologetic look. fuck that, you're not falling for his act again. you shook your head, hand swiping at your half-drunken drink, preparing to leave without exchanging another word. that is, until felix's silver ring adorned hands rest on your hips, caging you in and suddenly inches away from your face. your spine straightens — from this proximity you can see his dilated pupils below his deep brown eyes. you blink, guiding your own gaze away from his. "what did i do to make you hate me?" he muttered, his eyes searching yours for any giveaway of your emotion. you swallowed thickly, feeling your palms grow clammy.

"you didn't pick up, felix. it's cruel to make me say this to you.." you answered, emotion catching in your throat against your will. it seemed two years worth of upset caught up to you in a single moment, surrounded by most of your drunken peers. your hands bend behind you, grabbing onto the island you were caged onto, desperate to hold onto something to appease your racing heart. felix's brows knitted together, his eyes narrowing, "i didn't pick up..?" you were in disbelief, "are you fucking serious? you don't even remember what happened?" your heart felt as it it was being crushed, blinking any obvious sign of tears away from your likely glassy eyes. felix's gaze softened, "hey.. don't cry. i'm sorry for being such an idiot," his voice was gentle, caring almost. "after that night i called you and you didn't pick up. i really thought we had something special, but i guess not. now, let me go." you said, though gritted teeth. felix looked as if he didn't follow. was he that unbothered? "you didn't call me back. i didn't hear anything from you for days and when i tried talking to you.." he licked his lips, deciding on the right words, "you've been like this ever since." he muttered, the tips of his ears reddening.

your eyebrows lowered, jaw clenching. "yes." you paused, "i fucking did." you urged. "i wouldn't lie to you about this — you didn't call me." felix answered. how was he that sure of himself? you were done with this, with felix, with this fucking back and forth conversation as if you were fucking fourteen. your hand went to your back pocket to pull out your phone, ignoring felix when he asked what you were doing, determined to scroll back in your contacts to show him the phone call he's so sure he didn't receive. you'll fucking show him. "what's this, then?" you presented your phone screen to him, watching as his expression turned from confused to shocked. thought so. "that isn't my number." he looked up, eyes locked onto yours. "what." you deadpanned, in disbelief. did you seriously hold a two year grudge over a wrong number? felix couldn't help the laugh that escaped his pink lips, his nose scrunching up and his body physically rocking from the strength of his chuckles. lost for words, you followed his lead, letting your own defeated laughter hit your ears. you put your phone away, hand coming up to hold your mouth as your laugh died down.

"i'm such a fucking moron." you shook your head, mildly embarrassed and partially relieved. "on the bright side, at least i'm not an asshole who won't return phone calls," felix's hand released the grip on your waist, moving to run through his hair and brush it out of his eyes. you chuckled dryly, "lucky you," the smile on your face was undeniable, a weight being released from your shoulders. although the incident was imaginary water under an imaginary bridge, you still harboured those volatile feelings of hate towards felix. maybe it was because you were drunk, or because you still remember how he bothered you non-stop for months? you weren't sure. you looked him up and down, he'd changed a lot. and in a good way, too. he gained a bit of muscle, and let his hair grow out like you suggested that night many months ago. he looked good, you had to admit that you wanted him all over again. he'd changed so much you're sure he's improved in bed, too.

"there you ar— oh?" both of your heads darted to see hyunjin, stumbling and flushed and hair a mess, his jacket gone and his shirt no longer tucked in. suddenly aware of your compromising position, felix stepped back and let you move, going over to hyunjin without a second word. oddly enough, you were displeased that you no longer felt his hand on your hip, steadying your body and warming you up at the same time. "you need a ride home?" you asked, pressing the backs of your hands to his red hot cheeks. he nodded slowly, a grimace on his face. "get seungmin to do it, i've been drinking," you explained, leading him out of the kitchen to where you knew seungmin would be. "is that why you were actually talking to felix? as in: your mortal enemy felix? as in: the man who we all know you have a thing for felix?" hyunjin all but taunted. you felt blessed when you saw seungmin's brown mop of hair, bobbing as he threw the ping-pong ball into the cup on the table. "take him home, will you?" you motioned to hyunjin, who was bouncing a stray ball on the table rather unceremoniously. seungmin raised a brow, "i thought you were driving?" you huffed, "yes. well — no, i-i mean, i was supposed to, but i've been drinking, so i can't." you spluttered. he nodded slowly in understanding, "don't worry, it's good you're finally letting loose." he smiled at you, before turning to hyunjin, "come on, you drunk."

and with that, you were alone once more. until you weren't. "are you playing in seungmin's place?" jisung asked you. he and you weren't exactly close, but you shared a few mutual friends and the same literary class a year back. you shook your head, a dopey smile on your face, "ah, no, sorry, i'm no good at beer pong." you explained with a small shrug. jisung gave you a quizzical look, "so what? c'mere, play with me and i'll show you," he moved to the side, giving you room to squeeze in. figuring you have nothing better to do, you press your side against his, noticing the way his free arm snakes around your waist. you had never been this close to him before, but he was actually quite cute. he had chubby cheeks, rounding out his face and making his eyes look even softer and bigger, his skin was bronzed and warm, and he had a habit of puckering his pink, round lips when he concentrated. once it was your turn, you scooped a ball in the palm of your hand and held it up to the opposing side's cups. they didn't have many left, but your team was still in the lead. jisung's hand wrapped around your wrist, helping you line it up with changbin and minho's two remaining cups, his fingers brushing against yours as he muttered in your ear how to throw it to ensure a win.

it was actually thrilling, watching the other team discuss the best technique to land a ping-pong ball into your cup, despite how boring you initially assumed it was. you felt your heartbeat quicken when they missed all three chances, now up to you and jisung to land their last cup. once more, he pressed himself into your back, feeling his bulge against your ass and his breath on the nape of your neck, the palm of his hand climbing up your extended arm, adjusting your position and murmuring words of encouragement in your ear. he gave you butterflies; intentionally or not, they were there and mixed with the alcohol in your system, you felt fucking invincible. when you actually landed the ball in their cup, you were overjoyed. you and jisung triumphed, holding onto each other and jumping frantically while changbin and minho groaned in dismay. jisung's lips were on yours. he was kissing you. and you kissed back. he was good at it, too, his lips were warm and wet from the beer. you broke apart, wide eyed and breath frantic.

"do you wanna dance?" jisung asked, his voice uncertain, breathy and so fucking cute. you weren't entirely sure, but you realised you had nothing else to do. shrugging, you took his hand in yours, "why not?" you smiled, noticing his black painted nails. it was hot, you couldn't deny that, your grip on his hand tightening at the thoughts running rampant in your borderline tipsy mind. he beamed, his round lips parting to let his white teeth peek through his pink mouth. the impromptu dance floor wasn't too far away, being in the centre of the house and surrounded by crowds of people. you couldn't tell what the song was exactly, but it had a latin feel to it, heavy on the electric guitar and fast paced, yet still erotic enough to get your body moving sensually. jisung stood behind you, his hands on your waist, pinky fingers touching the swell of your hips, holding onto you as you swayed from left to right, your own hands holding onto his arms, painfully aware of the curve of his bicep and the bulge of his veins.

you felt every inch of him, his toned chest flush against your back, his pelvis rocking into your ass each time you rolled and danced to the music. you twisted in his arms, face to face with each other, the both of you grinning like idiots, every sense of logic lost in his doe eyes, noticing the way his warm, bronze skin glowed in the dim lights. you let him sway you, your hands resting above his shoulders, not so subtly fondling his bicep muscles. his face angled down to look at you, his wet lips catching your eye, leaning into his already tiny bubble of space to press another kiss to his lips, in which he happily returned, his lips lining up with yours perfectly. as if on cue, the song ended, and the both of you were too spent to dance much longer.

despite kissing him, jisung didn't make anything awkward — it didn't feel awkward, either. it just happened in the heat of the moment, and the both of you were completely fine with that. there was no need to rush out embarrassed, nor to kiss him again and try making a night out of it. the two of you broke apart, going your separate ways, while you sat on the staircase to see if seungmin would come back. you hoped so, considering he was great company to have when around drunk people, and he left his jacket here, so you wanted to be sure he wasn't coming back when you took it home with you to return to him the following monday morning. "what the fuck was that about?" your head turned to see felix, hair in his face and an obvious frown on his lips. "what was what about?" you answered, eyeing him warily. he scoffed, rolling his eyes before looking back at you. "is this how you're gonna play it?" your brows furrowed at this, "i don't have time for this. communicate your feelings like a normal person or fuck off somewhere else." you turned away from him, focusing on the car pulling up outside, hoping it was seungmin. "why are you kissing and dancing with jisung?" felix asked pointedly, voice stern and unyielding. he had some fucking nerve. "because i can. is that all?" "no, that's not all! i thought we had something?" "no, we had sex. one time — two years ago, felix. i'm not yours and i never was."

the distance between the both of you shrank drastically, felix's frame towering over you as he looked down at you. a shiver crawled up your spine, unable to look away. "we'll see about that." you wanted to kiss him. you wanted to shut him up, make him want you the way you wanted him. instead, you shook your head and looked down, "you're too late, felix." you weren't trying to argue this time, your voice soft and certain. his body came into view, kneeling below you as if he were worshipping you, his eyes soft and his face inches away from yours. his hand cupped your chin, urging you to look up, which you did. "better late than never." he spoke, voice raspy and husky as he whispered like a prayer fell from his plump, sharply carved lips.

you leaned into him, your mouth by his pierced ear, just about brushing on the cool metal spiked earrings he wore. "felix," you breathed, completely taken by lust for him to think logically. fuck this party, fuck seungmin's jacket, and most importantly fuck felix. with the proximity, you heard his breath hitch and you saw the way the hair on the back of his neck stood up from your warm breath on his skin, a sharp contrast to the cool, silky black leather jacket he sported. "i know, love." he stood up, "c'mon, we're getting out of here." he walked down the few steps backwards seamlessly, making it look easy. your body was on autopilot, following felix out like a moth to light. he held the door open for you, watching with a triumphant smirk as you walked out the door, leaving the party behind you.

an involuntary shiver creeped up your spine once your body hit the chilly midnight air, goosebumps erupting on your skin and cringing at the feeling of the breeze passing through you. felix moved to stand in front of you, shielding you from the wind, shrugging off his jacket and guiding it on your shoulders, where it sat heavily. you could smell him on it, the musky scent of smoke and cinnamon on his leather jacket, making you crave him even more. his hand fell at your hip, guiding you to his sleek, black aston martin. you narrowed your eyes once you were seated comfortably, "where are we going?" you asked, pulling his jacket tighter around your body as the cold seats hit the bare skin of your legs. felix didn't even look at you, instead focusing completely on the deserted road, "nowhere," he answered, speeding up, feeling the engine purring in your body.

why did you fucking agree to this? is that all it takes to get you in a car? some deep voiced, australian man with a leather jacket and earrings? shame burned in your veins, along with a deadly shot of uncertainty and lust. if by some miracle you're not going to get murdered tonight, you're sure you're never talking to felix again: wrong number or not. you arrive at some abandoned parking lot, surrounded by hundreds of rows of empty car slots and concrete pillars. in the middle of the night. felix unbuckled your seatbelt for you, watching you silently. he wanted you to make the first move? that's new. "why did you bring me here, felix?" he turned away from you, his head tipping back to lean on the headrest, his face towards the ceiling, his black hair cascading down the sides of his head, kissing the tips of his ears while the hair at the nape of his neck curled inwards towards his collarbones. "i love the way you say my name." he muttered, the alcohol in his system causing him to slur more than usual, despite his lazy australian accent doing most of the work. he knew just what to say to make the words in your head die in your throat, mind vacant and fuzzy from the cadence alone of his sultry voice. god, you hated him.

he sighed slowly, "i drove you out here because i didn't want you at that party," felix's eyes lazily opened, staring holes into the interior's ceiling. "what?" you turned in your seat to face him, "why not?" you added, eyeing him intently, trying to read his body language. he was so aloof at the worst times, as if he intentionally wanted to confuse you, always leave you second guessing. felix took a deep breath in, "i was jealous of jisung." he admitted, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. your brows creased together in disbelief, "why are you jealous of jisung?" you pressed. felix turned to you, his hands falling on his thighs, spread so wide his knee was inches away from yours. "because it took him a few fucking kind words to get you sucking faces with him." he hissed, jaw clenched. you were left speechless. he huffed, exasperated, "you drive me crazy. you're fucking maddening," felix emphasised, sitting up straight in his seat. you rolled your eyes, "i'm so tired of this. i'm so tired of you!" the emotion was gathering in your voice, tears welling up in your eyes. "felix! you need to stop this. you're not in love with me, you just want to fuck someone and i'm the only girl still stupid enough to believe you a second time." your voice broke, furiously wiping the angrier tears from your eyes, refusing to compromise the mascara you carefully applied a few hours ago. "give it up. please, i'm tired of this. i can't do this again." you turned away from him, gaze moving to look out the window as if your view wasn't solid stone and concrete.

"then don't." you looked at felix, your body still. you watched him out of the corner of your eyes, hugging your middle as a way to console yourself. he ran a hand through his hair, pushing it away from his face, "it's hard talking to you about this. i always use the wrong words and i end up saying things i don't mean. i know that, so please give me a chance here. i'm trying.. so hard, to communicate with you, i fucking swear." you remained silent, moving your head to face him, otherwise unmoving. i'm not using you. i really, really like you. even when you'd take the book i returned to give me a late fee, even when you'd scoff and roll your eyes every time i spoke, even when you'd go against an opinion you believed just to disagree with me. even when you hate me, i like you so much it turns me into — this! you turn me into a rambling idiot. i don't hate you, and not a single bone in my body is trying to use you, or break your heart." felix took in a deep, shaky breath, preparing himself to say more; but you've heard enough. more than enough, actually.

your lips slammed into his, eyes squeezed closed, trying to convey everything you wanted to say to felix but couldn't through your kiss. you put most your weight onto your arm, in-between felix's thighs that were still spread wide, his hand gravitating to your hip once more. he didn't flinch, he didn't hesitate, he didn't even gasp. felix instead completely accepted you, his lips pressed against yours firmly, his warm, wet tongue tracing over your lip, getting a mouthful of your fruity lipgloss. it was messy, sandwiching felix's top lip with your own, taking your bottom lip into his hot mouth. it was teeth grazing against each other, nibbling on each other's lips, filling each other's mouths with needy groans, his noises infectiously ravishing on your tongue. his rosy lips parted, your tongue meeting his, the taste of vodka heavy on his tongue, and burning on yours, your wet lips gliding over his, noses bumping together as you leaned further into his relaxed, warm body, hypnotised by his scent. you breathed it into your lungs, adopting his own exhale as your inhale, letting him invade you entirely; your foggy mind still debating if that fact was heavenly or hellish.

it was hard to break apart, yet it had to be done, your chests heaving and your heartbeat frantic, glowing with lust and a sense of accomplishment. felix's fingers brushed against the curve of your throat, dipping as they followed the well of your collarbones, all the while staring at you in awe, his lips parted. "i've been fantasising about that for two years," his voice was breathy, husky and smoky all at once, having the same effect on you as a siren did a sailor. you laughed dryly, "i'm sure other girls have kissed you like that." your index finger tapped felix's bottom lip tauntingly, easily sliding on his wet lip, feeling the dip of where your teeth caught it under the pad of your fingertip. you felt him smirk, staring at you through half-lidded eyes and lust blown pupils, playfully pretending to bite your finger, your skin narrowly missing his white teeth. "i've kissed other girls, yeah," he admitted, a little too casually for your liking, a burning jealousy sizzling in your gut. "but none of them ever compare to you." he whispered, voice raspy and his accent so charming it made you swoon.

felix caught on that you were jealous, chuckling amusedly, "it's not like you haven't kissed other men." he cooed, thumb stroking the swell of your hip. your eyes rolled, unable to express your discontent in any other way. "that's different," you defended, your hand caressing his inky black hair. "why? because you did it to make me jealous?" felix leaned into your touch. "yes," you hummed, eyes widening, "um — i mean, no?" there was no way you salvaged that one. he didn't seem to mind, however, a playful smirk on his lips as he shook his head in disbelief. "you did it to make me jealous, because you know," he paused to kiss your wrist, purposefully leaving you in suspense, anticipating what he would say next. "you know no man can satisfy you like i do. not a million." you lifted an eyebrow, "really?" you tested, voice doubtful. "really." felix sounded sure of himself — completely certain, in fact. "prove it." you looked up at him through your lashes, challenging him with your gaze alone. his expression changed, grinning at you like a shark, the grip he had on your hip tightening significantly. 

he nudged his head in the direction of the backseat, an empty row of seats sitting silently in the dim light. without exchanging a word, you climbed around to sit there, looking at him expectantly. you weren't entirely sure what he was planning, but you wanted to see how far he would go with this, a morbid curiosity getting the better of you. felix came crawling back to you: literally, you watched as he slid into the seat next to you. "c'mere, sweetheart," he urged, staring you down as you mentally debated obeying him. despite having him before, felix had changed a lot since then, so much so he appeared like a different person to you; swapping out the cozy hoodies and relaxed demeanour for spiked earrings and leather jackets. it was as if time had just stopped working, the whole world still and silent, as if it was watching the both of you, awaiting your next moves wickedly. like everyone else had disappeared; and it was just the both of you there, as if felix was the only other person in the world besides you. he definitely looked at you that way — like he purely saw you, and nothing but you. maybe he always looked at you like that, even before you spent the night together.

shaking the thoughts out of your dazed mind, you crawled next to him and sat on his leg, your side pressed against his chest. you felt the damp slide of his scalding tongue across your skin. you felt the sting of his teeth, gliding across your throat. his touch was foreign, as if you had never felt him to begin with, comparing his touch to all those times you fantasised about him. you held your breath, heartbeat quickening and pounding against your ribcage as you felt the cold sting of his rings on your flesh, his hand on the small of your back and rounding out at your waist and hips, fingers groping the waistband of your underwear, his leather jacket still miraculously on your body. were you really doing this again? what if felix was only doing this because he knew he could? was he trying to get back at jisung? was jisung in on it? you tore your eyes away from felix, unsure about everything that had happened.

he noticed, "you okay?" he held you, tenderly, as if you'd shatter if a breeze caught you, his free hand cupping your cheek. fuck, you wanted him. you wanted him so desperately that you were easily turned into a babbling mess before him. "i hate you," your honeyed tone of voice was betraying you, brows pulled taut toward each other. "no, you don't," felix's tone was relaxed; far too nonchalant about the situation unfolding in front of him. it was all his fault, anyway. "i should," you turned your head to the side, burying it into his chest, refusing to show him the frustrated tears brimming at the edges of your eyes. "we'll see." you looked up at him, his actions mirroring yours by looking down at you, his brows raised expectantly. you took his bottom lip into your mouth, lips fitting together so perfectly you're surprised you're not made for each other, like a key fitting into it's lock.

felix's hands held you, pressing your chest into his eagerly, his kiss hungry and forceful, as if he had baited you into it. the palms of your hands found purchase on his toned shoulders, your mouth being invaded by felix's tongue, hot and forceful, painting your lips and mouth with his spit, sending shivers down your spine. he swallowed your whine, carnal and high-pitched. you felt felix's hands grope you, experimentally fondling the flesh of your ass in his palms, the feeling of his heartbeat against your skin maddening. felix was an erotic, mean kisser, pushing all he could give onto you as if he were trying to crush you. he released you, your mouth gravitating to his neck, felix squeezing you into him so flush you could feel his stiff, cold belt buckle against your abdomen. your teeth pressed into the warm skin of his tanned body, suckling his skin as if you were a vampire, drunk on his smoky, arousing cologne.

you released him, angling your mouth against the shell of his warm, blushed ear, "i want you," you whispered against him, pressing a needful kiss against the ball of his jaw. he shuddered, and not so subtly withdrew his hips in on himself as a way to conceal his erection, pushing through his jeans desperately. you giggled into him, your hand falling between his legs to paw at his bulge, smiling sinfully as you felt his cock twitch at the sensation, hearing him sighing pleased hums in your ear at the feeling. you pecked the side of felix's golden, tanned face, all the while breathless and yearning, happily observing felix as he reacted unashamedly to your touch. his hand caught on yours, bringing it up from his crotch, "i want you to feel good," he rasped, australian accent thick and catching on his low voice. you hummed in understanding, "i always feel good around you," you poured your heart out to him, your voice quiet and steady.

chuckling, he shook his head, "then, i want you to feel better than that," he mumbled, into your neck, his hand resting on your thigh. his hot breath ghosted your skin of your neck, your hair standing up, your spine straightening. you leaned into him, subconsciously grinding yourself on his leg, pressing your chest against his. "how good?" you murmured into his skin, unable to be content with your imagination alone, urging him to continue, watching as felix turned his shoulders to lean into you. "lay on your back, and i'll show you." there it was again. that delicious accent, the sultry voice, the filthy words, and that unfathomable arrogance. how could anyone in their right mind deny that?

you moved off of his leg and onto the opposite end of the seat, never taking your eyes off of his — not even once, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you fought off a smile, anticipating what felix would do next. he turned to face you, on his knees, a devoted worshipper, his usually soft, expressive eyes now staring you down with an undeniably lustful, almost dangerous glint in his deep, brown eyes. you almost wanted to move away, but there was just something about felix that always left you wanting more. more of his teasing, of his kisses, of his cruelly smug grin when he caught you staring. if you wanted to stay level headed you should never let him cross your mind, always succeeding in making you compliant for him. you hated it: how easy he made it to submit to him, how easy it was to obey and please him, or let him please you. but it was addictive, so much so that it was maddening.

felix ran his hands up your thighs, your breath hitching at the contradiction between his burning hot skin and the icy stinging of his silver rings. felix inhaled sharply, eyes fixed on the blatant, vulgar wet patch of your underwear, solely existing because of him. and he knew, grinning arrogantly, wickedly at the sight. you could imagine how it looked to him, the girl that's hated you since you fucked her laying obediently in the backseat of your aston martin, her legs spread wide and her face burning hot, all because of you. he was probably celebrating his triumph right now, taking great pleasure in the sight before him. when you first fucked, he got to explore you, corrupt you and desecrate you. but this time, he gets to conquer you, overthrow you, and to dominate you. as sickening as it was, you felt downright degenerate for wanting it — more than anything, you wanted felix to fuck the hate out of you, to conquer it and defeat you.

a shiver ran down your spine, the cool air on your scalding cunt was frenzying, as you had to resist the urge to close your legs, effectively trapping felix between your thighs. nothing about him was gentle, he was all bruising kisses one your lower lips and teeth grazing against your clit, the pad of his thumb pressed against the hood of your clit, exposing more of the swelling nerve for him to take into his searing mouth, tongue flicking over it and his front teeth catching against it. you couldn't contain the whine that escaped your parted lips, which turned into a scowl when you felt the smirk between your legs, his stretching deliriously over your sopping cunt as your thighs trembled. his hands, fuck, his hands, fingers digging into your skin, holding your ass in the palms of his hands. it was all happening too fast, and then too slow, always changing his pace just to keep you guessing. his eyes were dark, obscured by the even darker hair in his eyes, his hands too occupied to brush it out of his face, the tip of his nose scrunched up as it bumped against your clit.

it was nothing if not brutal, sinful and so incredibly obscene. felix kissed your slit just as dirtily as he kissed you, staining you with his spit, shoving his blazing tongue into your hole earning a full bodied moan from you, only spurring him on further as he hummed smugly. he pulled away from your sex, leaning back onto his elbows, tipping his head back, his murky black hair falling in his eyes, on both sides of his face, behind his shoulders, neck on full display. you almost cried out, cursing at him for being so cruel, until you realised what he was doing. warm, thick spit drizzled between your legs, following the natural trail of your slit, your legs quivered. felix's long, hot tongue lapped up your arousal from top to bottom, gathering the taste of you on his tongue, savouring it with a smug grin that infuriated you. your hands clung to felix's hair, tufts of inky black hair sticking out from between your fingers from where you grabbed handfuls of his hair so aggressively you felt him groan into your cunt, the vibrations mimicking lightning searing up your spine.

he pulled away from your throbbing sex, chest heaving for air, his eyes falling to look at you with a devilishly conceited grin on his equally as conceited, stunning face. "y' think jisung can eat you out this good?" felix's voice was lower than before, cocky and arrogant and so annoyingly intoxicating. and you were helpless, intoxicated by the sweetness of his cruelty, tormented by his every touch. "no, i don't," you started, a pleased smile on your face at his smirk, "i think he could do better." you tightened your grip on his hair, savouring the way he grunted, his cock twitching at the feeling. "oh, sweetheart, you've no idea, do you?" felix cooed into your cunt, nipping at your inner thigh. your act slipped, "what do you mean?" you stammered, hips bucking into his touch. you felt felix shake his head, nose rubbing your clit side to side as he did so, "you got lucky having me be your first," he muttered nonchalantly, the flat of his tongue dragging lazily up your cunt, earning a squeal from your throat, "i taught him everything he knows." he spoke slowly, letting the weight of his words really settle. you hiked a leg up onto his shoulder, the inside of your knee snug above his shoulder blade, "and he's still better than you, lix."

something told you that you'd regret saying that.

your cunt fluttered at the feeling of felix's swollen lips on your ravaged hole, fucked nerveless by him. "maybe i should let him fuck you instead, and cut this short," felix thought out loud, prodding your slit with the pads of his fingers. you wanted to call his bluff, but from the way he was looking at you, and the way he was inching further away, you felt he wasn't bluffing. was he really that cruel? your hands pulled on his hair, urging him to look up to gaze into your eyes, noticing the way his eyes trailed from yours to your cheeks, your messy hair and the way your chest heaved with breathlessness. "felix, please don't. i.. i need you." you felt pathetic — begging for a man's touch like this. he made you feel so small, so meek. it was strangely invigorating, and you came crawling back to feel it each time, like an addict.

felix hummed, pleased. he returned between your thighs, "i thought so," he murmured, while you shivered involuntarily at the feeling of his warm breath dispersing on your sex. lust sizzles low in your gut, your eyes fluttering closed to keep the tears from flowing down your face, your thighs trying to close around felix as he sucked on your clit, open-mouthed and with vicious purpose. his hands tightened their grip on your skin, so intensely that it was sure to leave bruises once he was finished. your heart was heavy and intense, like a burning feeling inside of your ribcage, earning a loud gasp from your mouth, in awe at the skill felix possessed. you're only encouraged to get louder, to tremble harder by the way felix's tongue lapped up your slick, his lewd mouth scorching on your already feverish skin. it's so pornographic that you come alive, rolling your hips in his face eagerly as he tongue-fucks new life into you.

the wild glare in his eyes never faded, only intensified as time went on, his heavy brown eyes rolling into the back of his head as you bucked your sex into his face, legs tightening around him and tugging at the roots of his hair. felix fucked into nothing, rutting his hips in an attempt to appease the throbbing ache of his cock, spurred on by the carnal whines you let escape your throat, as well as the lewd squelching of spit and drool and cum bubbling in-between your sex and his pink mouth. the majority of felix's face was obscured by your cunt, but you could easily see the crease between his brows, put there by a mixture of frustration and concentration, as well as his long lashes, making his hair twitch each time his eyes flicked up to glare at you smugly. you essentially fucked your hips onto his mouth, crying out hysterically each time his tongue smothers the inside of your cunt vulgarly, back arching in a desperate attempt in following his deliciously talented mouth.

"'m close," you mewl, voice brittle and slurred, high and so needy you feel felix chuckle raptly into your sobbing cunt, tender from being fucked raw by felix's corrupt mouth. "hm, i know," he breathed, voice raspy and husky from his assault on your cunt. he moves from your sex, his pink, swollen lips glossy from your slit, slouched on his knees and calves from the sheer effort. he pants, desperate to catch his breath — his head lolling back and facing the ceiling, letting you watch as his adam's apple bobbed, licking his lips and savouring your taste on his lips. you could hear his groans, his chest panting slowly as he took in greedy gulps of air, his tanned, bronze skin shining in the dim lights outside of the car from the eager sheen of sweat on his skin. it's without a doubt the most pornographic, erotic thing you've ever witnessed, only spurring the arousal in your gut even further.

you shake your head, "please don't stop," your hands grope around to find felix's hands, giving them a squeeze to really deliver it. his eyes widened, his smirk growing bigger by the second, showing one side of his teeth first before the rest followed, peeking through his swollen, pink lips, the shadow on his cupid's bow becoming more defined as it curled into a wicked grin. he reached over to press a kiss to your lips, tongue sliding in your mouth the same way it slid into your hole: vulgarly and so lustfully, spreading your taste into your mouth. you hummed in delight, your hands finding purchase on his biceps, fondling the sturdy muscle beneath his blazing hot skin, mouth widening to whine into felix's mouth. he broke your hungry kiss, chuckling when you chased his lips, the back of his hand on your sternum to keep you down. "just remember whose name you're moaning," he muttered, teeth nipping at your hipbone as he sunk back between your thighs, one hand keeping a firm grip on your inner thigh to keep you from closing them, the other splayed in the juncture where your leg met your hip; affectionately stroking the feverishly warm skin.

he pressed an eager kiss to your swollen clit, your knees buckling when his tongue kitten licked the pearly bud, flicking the muscle all around your slit, his upper lip touching the base of his nose as he fucked you open-mouthedly, the top row of his teeth often catching on your clit. your thighs trembled, hips bucking into his mouth, your hands flying all over his toned back, once more entangling themselves into his inky black hair, fingers clutching at his silky hair so hard it hurt you, your fingernails digging into the palms of your hands. you don't doubt that felix is enjoying this more than you, groaning into your cunt unashamedly, drinking you in, savouring the taste of you on his tongue. something about his yearning for you makes you even wetter, your sex throbbing and your hole tensing, clenching around nothing, a dizzying burning feeling spreading all through your body. another pool of warm spit coats your cunt, courtesy of felix's smirking mouth, watching you unfold before him as he delivers you so deliciously close to your orgasm, tears prickling at your eyes and your vision going blurry, sobbing his name out so loudly that it tasted delightful on your tongue.

slowly, as if he were putting on a show, felix leaned back onto his calves, stretching, his body tight and sore from staying in that position for so long. he lifted his arms, fixing his disheveled hair, and rolling his shoulders, showing off his ab muscles, the waistband of his undone jeans slipping further down his waist. he spread his legs, further opening his fly, his clothed, hard cock catching your eye — a solid, firm bulge causing his boxers to stretch, his length straining to break free from the cloth. he shuffled closer to you, his ringed fingers tapping your bottom lip, "open up, love," he cooed. and with that voice, with that accent, you couldn't deny him, your lips slowly parting as you stared at him, loving the way his hair framed his face, all because of your own handiwork.

you watch as felix settles between your thighs, his sinful mouth gathering your orgasm on his equally as sinful tongue. it earns a squeal from you, back winding tighter and arching into him, muscles feeling like jelly as he caressed your spent cunt with his mouth. felix's eyes flickered up to watch you, his intense brown eyes still gleaming with desire, his hand petting your hair before taking a fistful into his palm, letting it weave between his fingers. felix strokes your puffy cunt tenderly, rising up to be level with you, leaning into your bubble, the pads of his fingers ghosting your bottom lip. taking it as a sign he wants you to open your mouth wider, you do just that, and you're quickly greeted with the profane sound of squelching in his mouth, felix's own lips parting as he lets spit drizzle out of his mouth and land on your tongue. you gasp, your cunt throbbing at the feeling, and especially at the sight of felix depositing his spit into your mouth, his lust-blown pupils obscured by his ebony, wispy hair, his eyes only decipherable by the way they reflected the light, otherwise hidden beneath his hair.

dipping a thumb into your mouth, the cool metal of his ring kissed the inside of your bottom lip, his warm digit carefully thumbing the mixture of your cum and your shared spit, spreading it onto your bottom lip, gleaming in the dim light. felix brought his thumb back to him, suckling on the pad of his thumb, the flat of his tongue lapping up what he took from your mouth; all the while maintaining eye contact with you. "don't swallow it, just keep it in your mouth, sweetheart," felix instructed, so casually that it shocked you, turning away from you to strip his shirt off of his body, allowing you to fully see his toned body. he did the same with his pants, already having gotten rid of both of your shoes, likely when he was giving you the best oral sex of your life. not that you'd actually admit that to him — felix was smug about it as is, he didn't need you to add to it. "c'mere," he muttered, as he threw his shirt into the front seat, turning his head to face you expectantly.

quietly, you crawled an inch closer to him, your knee touching his bare thigh. "strip for me," felix watched you through his lashes, through his messy black hair, pressing a kiss to your lips. your hands shrugged his jacket off of your body, showing your back to him, hoping he catches on. he does, thankfully, and unzips your dress, pressing a bruising kiss to the base of your neck, giving your skin goosebumps. you heard felix chuckle at the sight, his sultry voice making the hair on the back of your neck stand up in protest, his warm breath fanning your clammy skin. you let your dress hit the floor of the footwell with an inaudible 'thump', while moving to face him once more. felix greeted you with a grin, eager eyes falling to your naked body and greedily lapping up the view before him.

"open," felix tapped your lips, gaze trained completely on them and nothing else. you felt your heart skip a beat inside of your chest. you parted your lips, your hand holding his wrist as he held your face in his hand, a tender notion with a harsh grip. your tongue came out of your mouth, sitting adjacent with your bottom lip as you watched him with curious, insatiable eyes. the pad of felix's thumb collected the wetness on his finger, spreading it onto your lips lewdly. you drew in a breath, sharply, in awe of his forwardness, eyes fluttering closed as felix's hair tickled the side of your cheek, his pink tongue peeking out from his mouth to lap up the spit on your tongue. you could feel the drool pooling in the back of your mouth, lips shiny and glistening the same way felix's were, inflicting fleeting kisses onto your mouth. it was sensual, felix was slow — deciding to take his time as he savoured the taste, tracing over your tongue, your lips, your teeth, everything you had to offer, felix gratefully savoured it in some wild, primal way, without restrain or decorum.

he moved away from your mouth, lips parted and chest rising and falling like rhythmic waves as his lungs gasped for oxygen. your hands clung to his figure, holding his arms, shoulders, face — anything you could get your hands on. you couldn't hold enough of felix in your eager hands. "i hate you," you say, hands wrapping around his neck as you pull him into you. your lips slam against his, as you kiss him again and again and again, trapped in a frenzy of wanting him — of needing him. and felix kisses you back each time, just as hungrily and just as deeply. his hand gropes your thigh, fingers clenching a bit too tight around your skin, fondling the flesh of your ass as you rut into every inch of him, delirious and drunk off of his electrifying touch. the car windows fog up entirely with your aggression, obscuring and stilling the outside world around you, as if you and felix shared your own world for as long as you remained in his car.

your hand falls in-between his thighs, feeling his heavy, clothed cock in the palm of your hand. felix groans into your mouth, his hips involuntarily bucking to chase your hand, desperately chasing the pleasure you bestowed onto him. "wanna taste you, felix, please?" you ask, breathless and so pathetically it makes felix's cock twitch in excitement. he nods, "of course, love," his fingers hook the waistband of his boxers, letting you claw at the cloth as he dragged it down his legs, kicking them off carelessly. you're not even ashamed that your eyes immediately soak up felix's cock, carefully taking him in your hand as the pad of your finger traces up his slit, smearing the precum that sticks to your skin all over his leaking head. from the proximity you hear him bite back a moan, his breath hitching and his abs trembling, eyes screwing shut as he allows himself to get so, so lost at your touch. you pull your hand away, licking the precum on your finger, spreading the taste throughout your mouth, leaning into his cock to taste more.

there was an obvious blush on his face, felix's cheeks and ears burning as you flattened your tongue to lick from the base of his cock to the very tip, filling your mouth with his taste. he was warm; so incredibly warm that you thought you'd catch fire from simply being so close to him. you take an inch of him into your wet mouth, your drool mixing with his precum as your tongue explored felix's heavy cock, sitting proudly in your mouth, your finger ghosting over the blueish veins poking through his cock, spanning the entire length of him, from his head to his hilt, you traced them and fondled him and appreciated every inch of him.

you were losing yourself in the task, and just as you realised that, felix's hands wound into your hair, tugging you away from his neglected cock that was in desperate need of release, by the roots of your hair. your eyes met his, "i don't wanna come if it's not inside of you," felix's voice was husky, low and full of breathlessness, his australian accent making it seem like he slurred the words out, and it was so sexy you mindlessly agreed to whatever it was he said. you kissed his throat, body trembling in excitement, your lips pressed so hard into his warm skin that you were convinced you'd bruise him. you wanted your kiss to bruise, you wanted your touch to linger on his tanned skin long after this night, and whenever he touched the tender spot on his skin, his heart would swell with the memory of you and this night you spent together.

"then fuck me," you murmured, teeth nipping at his skin. "put my jacket back on and i'll fuck you however you want it, love." felix smirked, kissing your jaw to sweeten the deal. it was a strangely possessive request, but you couldn't deny that it excited you. it didn't take long to find it, and you let felix carefully put it onto your body, guiding your hands and arms through the cold material of the leather, his scent still overwhelmingly present on the jacket. the next thing you know, your back was pressed flush against the seats, felix hovering above you with a teasing smile on his face, his throat pink and bruising, his hair a fluffed up mess and his naked chest glittering with sweat. felix's lips were on your throat, then the well of your collarbones, and then on where your fluttering heart resided. "try not to scream too loud," he teased, licking the base of one of your breasts, his hand securing your thigh in place, fingers just about brushing your swollen clit. a gasp escaped your lips when you felt felix's head rut against your slit, gathering the slick leaking from your entrance as he did so. you unfolded into his touch, your hands wrapping around his shoulders as you pulled him closer to you, eager and so, so desperate.

too slowly for your liking, felix's cockhead enters you, sinking the rest of his length just as slowly into your sopping wet cunt. you cry out his name in the dark, so loudly that the air between the both of you could start a fire, catching on your red hot passion and igniting like the fireworks behind your eyes, in your veins and buried deep within your tender heart. your fingernails dig into his skin, trying to steady yourself as felix's cock buries into your fluttering, needy sex, as felix fucks the air out of your lungs, stretching you out so deliciously you see white spots in your vision. he was everything you dreamt about and beyond — he was so much better than your brain could ever imagine, he was so much better than your memory could ever recall.

you and he blur into each other, your skin sticking together and his cock buried so deep into you that it excited your whole being. felix pushed himself inside of you until he reached his hilt, greeting you with a burning, sharp and downright filthy sensation in your cunt, sizzling into your gut. your pelvis flush against his as your hips rutted against his length, eager to feel him fuck into you. you swear you hear ringing in your ears, eyes squeezing shut as to not overwhelm yourself. you moved like you were magnetic; when felix inched forward, you mirrored him, and when he rutted into you, you rutted right back, your hips meeting his as you chased the feeling you're sure you could get drunk on.

with every inch felix sank into your sex, you realised you had been craving this for weeks, months, years. as soon as felix stopped touching you, your body was trapped in an endless cycle of want; you wanted him so desperately that you despised him for not touching you, or laying next to you. and it was only now, two years later, were you finally being fed what you were starved for, and it tasted exquisite. you were tired of playing cat and mouse, tired of pretending you didn't fantasise about felix's touch, tired of pretending that night was a mistake, when it was actually one of the best decisions of your life, and now you were finally getting the opportunity to relax into felix, his touch like an electrifying poison. one that made all the thoughts swarming in your head melt into his name, one that made all your grudges and aspirations pause as you fully took all of him in. and you were intoxicated by his poison, by his sweet cruelty, so much so that your hands squeezed his skin, pushing felix into you as if you couldn't bear to part.

the sounds of your feverish, sensual moans collided with one another, each desperate sound louder than the other, melting into each other to create such a beautiful medley of sound. felix pulled most of his length out of you, taking that gloriously filling heat with him, and when he rolled his hips back into your cunt you let out such a loud whine sitting at the top of your throat that you nearly missed the vulgar squelch of your shared arousal being fucked back into you. when felix speaks your name, disguised as a primal groan from his mouth, he speaks it like a prayer, like he found a new religion in his throat, cradling it in-between your bodies like it would shatter any second.

you gasped when felix's girthy cock stretched you open at the same time his head rocked into your cervix, your cunt fluttering around his length as your thighs tensed wildly. "you're so perfect, fuck.." felix all but moaned, tightening the grip he had on your thigh, to which you rewarded with another needy, throaty whine. "y'think jisung could fuck you the way i do? hm?" he was rambling at this point, maddened by the feeling of your dripping sex greedily clenching his cock. one of your hands climbed his toned shoulder to the base of his neck, groping for a fistful of his ebony, silky hair as you clutched onto him for dear life, as he railed what felt like the breath out of you. a desperate, mindless cry tore from your lips when felix slapped your clit, puffy and slippery, your back arching off of the seat below you and into his middle. "i expect you to answer me when i talk, love."

was he not as mindless as you? was he not brimming on the edge of his orgasm? gathering as much strength as you possibly had left, you feebly hummed in agreement, "nobody can fuck me like you, felix. no one, especially not jisung," forming a full sentence was challenging, having to speak through your moans and cries and ignore the glorious pleasure felix hammered into you, again and again. his dark, lust-blown eyes glitter with pride and satisfaction, his orgasm gnawing at the fire in his gut. with every crazed, rhythmic slam of his hips into yours, your body trembles harder each time. "funny, how desperate he wanted to fuck you tonight," felix interrupts himself with a viciously loud groan, his head seemingly rolling off his shoulders entirely, "but instead the one making you feel this good is me." he hissed, free hand clinging onto the headrest to his left, knuckles turning white at the sheer force he used to grab onto the plush seat.

you agreed, nodding your head frantically, delirious and eager to please him. "just you, felix." you cried, thigh wrapping around his waist to cage him in, "only you," you added, softer, quieter, despite the strength felix used to mercilessly fuck into you. your entire body trembled, your cunt squeezing his filling cock as tightly as it could, head tipping back and fingernails clawing at felix's toned back, muscles pulled taut as he tensed with his own orgasm, your hands above his spine, arms wrapped desperately around him as if he was your anchor in a sea of raging storms. your blood was quick and insistent in your body, your heart quicker and frantic. it felt as if everything stopped for a moment, suspended in a time loop of a few seconds, the only thing cementing you to real life was felix. his panicked cry, the way his hips fiercely and furiously rutted into you as cruelly as his body could muster, until you couldn't tell where you stopped and he started.

he buried his teeth into the crook of your neck, winding inwards on himself as his heavy cock shot ropes of thick, scorching hot cum inside of you, so vehemently you thought you'd split in two, sobbing his name out like he would save you. you felt his cock throb from deep within you, and you felt the tremble of your torso as you struggled to accommodate any more of him. your orgasms came flooding out of your cunt, in the shape of a milky white ring that clung around the base of felix's cock like a halo. salt invaded your mouth, plaguing your tongue with your euphoric tears, tormented hands clutching felix so harshly you heard the wild groan escape his pink, sex-swollen lips. you lied there in unison, catching your breath and reluctant to part.

felix pulled out of you, slowly, all too aware of your tender, throbbing sex. he sat comfortably onto the seat, hand absentmindedly stroking your thigh to console you and coax you out of that post-orgasmic haze. once you gathered your bearings and stopped seeing stars in your vision, you carefully moved over to him, letting felix hold you so softly in his arms that you felt as fragile as he saw you. in the dark, you lay together, breathing and hearts beating slower with every thump in your chest, and it was more intimate than any second you spent fucking.

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the bore next door (j.ww)

Jeon Wonwoo is not dull, nor is he the clean and polite neighbor that your mother assumed he was when she set you up on this awful date. 

or the one where wonwoo takes you home on the first date and renders you unable to walk, hoping to god that you don’t expose him to your parents.

ao3 | minors dni! | kindly leave feedback and reblog, i will kiss your forehead so fucking fast if you do. 

WORDCOUNT― 8.8k

PAIRING― wonwoo x afab reader

CONTENT― strangers to fucking immediately to the possibility of dating later, reader is a teacher but this is not a school setting, mocking and making fun, sneaky sex, flirting and bullying in the same instance, cocky wonwoo, um…they’re kind of competitive in bed

WARNINGS― small mention of other teachers cheating on their spouses (very tiny mention), the resistance of pressure to fall in love/have children

NOTE― I repurposed an old wip for this because putting this mf in the main role hit harder than it should have. that being said, don’t expect me to write men often like this, i just thought it would be neat to make him take control. this is not proof read.

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✂ txt as my favorite romance tropes

hello! this is my first work, i had no idea it would take me so long to set everything up lolol. 

anywho! each txt member will have a fluffy trope and each will have their own confession scenario. (i totally went overboard w yeonjun’s and beomgyu’s)

fluffy and cliche tropes, gn!reader, use of profanity 

ღ yeonjun, older sibling’s friend/older childhood friend

♫ playing now : i wait by day6 & but you by ikon

yeonjun gives off that protective mentor type vibe

you and him would have grown up together

making his feelings seem 10x more awkward (in his eyes at least)

he went from thinking you were some little sibling to him, to an attractive person overnight it seems

he would never ever try anything until you were both adults, though even after you turned 18, he didn’t do jack shit

if you have an older sibling, they would’ve AUTOMATICALLY caught on once yeonjun and them got into high school

“ayo, why do you keep wanting to hang out at my house anyway?”

“… no comment..?”

naH because this man started giving you the cold shoulder when he hit high school

“why?”, you may ask

well because he was afraid if he saw you smile at him, he’d fall even deeper

at that point in his life, having you scowl at him was better

man was patient for a lifetime (to him at least)

he was always looking for a hint from you, just one hint!

the hint came to him on your 20th birthday

 when it was your 20th birthday, guess who was the first to wish you happy bday at 12:00 am? ding ding, it was mr. choi yeonjun. it was a heartfelt message, one that felt more sentimental than past years, for whatever reason.

 “happy birthday y/n. you’re already 20, that’s insane. feels like just yesterday you were hiding behind me because the lights were off in your house. i hope i have been a good friend and role model to you this whole time. i’ll see you later today.

yeonjun :)”

 the reason why it felt so sad? yeonjun was giving up on you. you had given him no hints, and yeonjun had to accept that maybe it wasn’t meant to be. maybe your age gap was too large for you. 

 then it was time for your bday party, yeonjun wanted to go out with a bang. he wore a nice black shirt with fitting black jeans, he had recently dyed his hair an ashy gray, so his look was very low maintenance but effective. his heart pounded as he drove to your place with care, your presents secured in his passenger seat. even though he was a complete mess on the inside, a smile was plastered on his face, never leaving.

 then he saw you, all dolled and tidied up for your birthday party. you had opened the door for him, exclaiming that he was the first one there, he expected no less. your smile calmed his hyperventilating heart, your eyes that eagerly surveyed your presents in his hand seemed to hypnotize him. your sweet voice thanking him for coming repeated in his head long after greetings were done. he was totally whipped.

 he watched as you (cutely) scurried around, trying to make sure everything is absolutely perfect for your other guests. 

“you came so early, you know, i wasn’t ready!” you whined, a pout forming on your lips.

 he apologized with no real sincerity, he was glad only he could see you like this, all flustered and worried. when you felt fully satisfied, you walked back to him, he was sprawled on the couch, his phone holding his attention. he could feel your gaze on him almost instantly, and locked eyes with you, his phone not leaving his hands.

“all done?” yeonjun asked, sitting up fully.

“yeah, do you like it?” you replied, your eyes lighting up like stars.

 his eyes took a quick swipe of the living room, the decorations were in no way fancy or perfect, but it was just so you that he couldn’t help but love it. a smile crept onto his face, and he turned to you. he was about to compliment you when he was taken aback by the expecting look on your face. your eyes were wide and a small but noticeable smile was on that face he loved. he found himself stumbling over his words as he scratched the back of his neck.

“yeah uh, i like the decorations, they’re..um..very cute,” he said, looking away. 

 his face was heating up, god, the things you do to his heart. he heard you giggle in satisfaction, your warmth leaving his perimeter. 

this bday party was going to be so fucking dangerous. 

 when it was time for you to open the presents, yeonjun stood off to the side, not wanting to get too close to the crowd, just incase anyone could hear his heart pound from anxiety. he drowned out everything but your voice, and he was just waiting for you to say his name.

“whose gift is this? oh! yeonjun!” 

 his ears perked up like a cat’s, and he peered over your guests’ shoulders, and he saw you unwrapping your gifts. he had gone all out, spending well over $70 for all your gifts. he really wanted to make sure you wouldn’t forget him. he swore he could’ve died happy when he saw the gigantic smile on your face, one that meant that he did a good job. 

 a sour taste erupted in his mouth, thoughts of you smiling for anyone other than him invaded his mind. however he knew he couldn’t think that way, you weren’t an object for him to own, but he just wanted to clip your wings so that you couldn’t fly away.

 he doesn’t know how he got there, but he found himself standing alone outside your house, the party still raging on. he sat on the space in front of your door, thinking that this might be the last time he ever gets to do this. he always though that the sky looked prettier when he looked at it from your door. the front door was slightly ajar, just enough so yeonjun wouldn’t have to worry about being locked out. he heard the door slightly creak open, and he turned to see you peaking through the doorway.

“oh it’s just you, i was worried because the front door was open. what are you doing here all alone?” you asked, coming to sit down next to him. 

 words couldn’t form in his mouth, he just stared at your face. the face he had grown to love over the many years he’s known you, the face that he would wipe tears off of when someone had dared to hurt you, the face he would think of when he was stressed out, the face he loved so dearly. he wanted to respond to your question, but his throat choked up and he found himself tearing up.

“hey y/n?”

“yeah?”

“would you miss me if i moved away?”

“what kind of a question is that?! of course i would! you’re one of my closest friends.”

“friend..”

 now you were worried, he wasn’t thinking of actually moving right? he looked up at you and all he could see was your lips, he did want to go out with a bang. suddenly all you could hear was the beating of your hearts. 

“i like you, y/n. i’ve liked you for years now,” yeonjun said, looking into your eyes for a hint once more.

 you smiled and held his face.

“kiss me then.”

ღ soobin, secret admirer (the simp who won)

♫ playing now : chocolate by day6

i definitely see soobin as a really attentive person

someone who will study the person he likes so he can make them the happiest if they were to date

he was your classmate in one of your classes, and you only talked to him because of a school project

but, let’s be honest, you probably thought he was cute even before that

because, LOOK AT HIM

after that school project, soobin probably fell hella hard

(sorry to my fellow lazy and shy folks) i feel like he would only fall for you if you were either someone who took initiative or who did your part well

i see him as someone who wants an independent but kind partner

BUT, let’s just say he fell for you no matter what you are

he would start to say good morning/afternoon to you everyday

and you also started getting presents on/in your desk or in your locker

he would listen to you talk to your friends and look at what snacks you would bring, just so he could buy things for you

he would get you a lot of sweets if you like them!

he’s really shy so i feel like he would doubt his abilities to win you over head-on :(

but he’s also not good at hiding shit

like he would give away so many hints without even knowing it

like atp everyone in the class knows, soobin can’t be slick to save his life

he would accidently drop the receipts for things he bought on the floor, RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU, and walk away like nothing happened

needless to say, you caught on quick :)

 the bell rang, signaling that class was over, and you heard your classmates sigh in relief. you held a chocolate bar that you had found on your desk from your secret admirer and you felt it slowly melt from your hand’s heat. your classmates started to stand up as the teacher dismissed you all, your seatmate, soobin stood up rather fast; it looked like he was really eager to get home. as he stood up to leave, you saw something drop from his pant’s pocket, it was white and looked clumped up together. you left your seat to pick it up, your nosy self uncrumpled it to see what it was; only to see multiple receipts of things you recognized. chocolate bars, flowers, cards? you stared a bit harder before you realized. you chuckled, only soobin would be so clumsy as to expose himself.

“soobin! you dropped something,” you said, making his ears perk up.

 he turned around and you saw his face drop. you felt really bad as you could the panic from across the classroom.

“u-uh, thank you! i don’t need those anymore, i’m gonna go!” he yelled, running out of the classroom in a frenzy.

 you giggled slightly, standing up to see if you could catch him before he left the building. 

 you managed to catch up to him before he left through the front doors, and grabbed his arm.

“soobin let’s talk-”

“no! i already know what you’re going to say, i…i’m not good enough for you,” soobin said, slight sniffles coming from him.

 you smiled, tugging his arm a bit harder. 

“you can’t put words in my mouth soobin,” you said, looking at him straight in the eye.

 he tried to stammer protests, but his body was jell-o the second you touched his arm. he could only helplessly follow you, like a moth to a flame. you stopped once you guys were somewhere where no one was around, you sighed as you watched him wipe his tears.

“were you the one giving me those gifts?” you asked.

 he looked away as he nodded shyly.

“i like you too soobin, so please look at me,” you said, smiling as he turned his head around quickly.

“really?!” he exclaimed, his eyes brightening.

 you nodded and got the wind absolutely knocked out of you as he hugged you vigorously, he definitely forgot he was a 6′1′’ giant. 

ღ beomgyu, bringing strangers together because of a secret (think maid-sama)

♫ playing now : stereotype by stayc & after school by weeekly

ok so we know that beomgyu was in a band predebut

now what if we think of an au where he was in an underground rock band, like delinquent level

you and your classmates see him as that one guy who could potentially be considered a “quiet kid” with his long hair and all

for context i’m basing this off of lovesong!beomgyu

he ignored the teacher when asked to introduce himself on the first day so none of yall knew his name until the teacher called on him a week later

i know that beomgyu is extremely hyper, but let’s pretend he’s not bc he’s not comfortable w his classmates yet (well, gyu, you never WILL be if you don’t try but ok!)

you kinda forgot he was in your class ngl

mans does not talk at all 

one day you were hanging out with some friends after school and one of your friends suggested you try and sneak into a band’s show 

and of course you all loveeee bad ideas!

the band you guys chose was a rock band that had a guy on the cover of the poster

he had long messy hair and only the bottom half of his face was showing

he was smiling and his smile was hot to you so that’s why you chose it-

when you guys did manage to sneak in, you looked at the stage and immediately regretted your decision

was-

was that fucking beomgyu?!

the loner?!

the quiet kid?!

you wanted to nope out of there but most of your friends wanted to stay because they thought the band members were attractive

“noooo you don’t understand that’s my classm-”

you looked up and beomgyu was staring at you like (⊙o⊙)

“FUCKKKK”

 the music was blaring as your friends tugged you through the crowd, getting closer to the stage. for some reason, your heart was fluttering as you heard a husky voice sing, it was beomgyu. his eyes never left you even as he sang, he smiled and all your friends started freaking out.

“omg omg, did you see that! he’s staring right at us!” 

 you felt your face going red as you quietly left your friends, you weaved through the sea of cheering people, making it to a bathroom. you opened the door and walked in, the band’s sound even made it to the bathroom but you could still make out some noises in the stalls. 

“no way.”

 people were actually fucking in the bathroom stalls. you booked it out of there so fast you could’ve beat usain bolt. you crouched down next to the door and put a hand over your chest to calm your nerves. this place does not fit me at all, how does he handle this?? you did deep breaths as you walked slowly back to the main stage, only to be stopped by a guy in a black hoodie. 

“hey you’re pretty cute, you come here often?” he said, inching closer to you.

 you shook your head as you tried to walk past him, only to feel his hand on your shoulder. he gripped your shoulder tightly and you were about to slap his hand away when suddenly you felt someone pull you away. you looked up to thank your savior and locked eyes with beomgyu. he looked at you and his eyes ran over your face to see any signs of injuries, when he found none he smiled and looked back at the guy who tried to hit on you.

“how about you don’t grab one of my fans?” beomgyu said, pushing the guy back. 

 i’m not even your fan but okay beomgyu. the guy put his hands up in defeat as he walked past the two of you, and you got the chance to be alone with beomgyu. his hands were still protectively wrapped around your shoulders.

“…please don’t tell anyone you saw me here,” beomgyu said, looking at you with pleading eyes.

“i didn’t even think of reporting you, don’t worry. i think it’s cool that you have a hobby like this, even though our school banned, you know, going to a club with alcohol,” you replied, watching as the tension released from his body.

“thank you, thank you so much y/n,” he bowed and then released his grip on you. 

 for the next coming weeks, beomgyu started to talk to you. he would come up to you at lunch to ask you if you wanted to eat together, to which you always said “yes, but what do i get out of it?”. the decided deal was he would sing for you and you would eat with him. you grew to love his voice, and you always brought an extra water bottle for him just incase his throat got dry.

 one day he handed you a flyer for his band’s next show. the flyer had half of his face once again, and he was pointing at the camera with that same smile you had grown to admire.

“can you come by yourself..?” he asked, looking away.

“sure thing.”

“just make sure to come a little earlier than the time written down there. ok?”

 you nodded as he turned around and walked off, with a little bit more pep in his step. he was glad that he had finally made a friend. 

 when you walked in, you handed the bouncer the flyer beomgyu had given you and the bouncer smiled at you knowingly. you gave the bouncer a confused look and they leaned into your ear.

“so you’re the person he keeps talking about!”

“..wha..?”

 the bouncer merely ushered you inside, and you were greeted with the sound of the band tuning their instruments. you walked up to the stage and beomgyu looked at you with surprise.

“what? you didn’t think i would come?” you asked.

“no! i never said that! you just look good that’s all,” he said, flustering you a bit.

“so i didn’t before?”

 he let out a groan before he put down his guitar and hopped the stage to talk to you face to face. 

“i hope you listen closely tonight.”

“why?”

 he smiled, more bright than he did at school, and put his hand on his neck.

“i just worked really hard is all.”

 when the music began, beomgyu was already staring at you HARD. goddamn y/n, you sure are a looker. you sure aren’t dumb, i mean unless you are, but you could tell that this song was going to be for you. his mouth opened and all you could hear was him, him, and him. the crowd’s screams, his member’s voices and instruments, they all suddenly didn’t exist. 

 time sped by so fast, and you couldn’t believe it had already been an hour. the band bowed as the crowd applauded, and you waited for beomgyu to come to you. he leaped off the stage once more, and when he got close enough. you hugged him and your faces were closer than ever. 

“if you couldn’t tell, i like you,” beomgyu said.

ღ taehyun, mr. oblivious/dense and his shy but persistent admirer

♫ playing now : some by soyou & 200% by akmu

taehyun sometimes has this clueless look on his face like

⊙0⊙ or ◉◡◉

that’s why i gave him the mr. oblivious trope

if you like him, i feel like you would have to tell him straight up

flirting or courting him won’t work

so this situation could be similar to nozaki-kun

like he is just so DENSE

you could get down on one knee with a ring, and he’d be like “get up the floor is dirty (✿◠‿◠)”

ok maybe not to that extent but you get the idea

this could go on for like MONTHS, everyone around you guys would be able to tell BUT HIM

he’d think that you’re just really nice!

you give him snacks and walk with him when you see him

you say good morning and good afternoon to him

you give him sprite when you have an extra 

yes it is totally because i bought extra and not because i bought it for you taehyun

it would be going on for sO LONG, like are you ok?? are you a masochist?

honestly i would snap after a while

however, since you’re still shy, this confuses taehyun

like why do you give him gifts and say good morning and such, without sticking around to have a conversation with him?

ngl he probably thinks you’re scared of him or smth

like- he thinks he’s unintentionally intimidating you into giving him gifts n shit LOL

he would start to pity you, he wants to talk to you but you always run away

 you’ve had the biggest crush on taehyun for what feels like eternity, and you have done everything you could to convey your feelings. however, being really shy, the words “i like you” are totally not in your vocabulary. every time you see him, you can only manage a simple greeting and gift before scurrying off. you don’t know how his face looks like when he sees you, as you can’t make eye contact with him. does he smile? is he weirded out? you wish you could look him in the eye and be confident enough to confess. 

 however, your defense began to crumble when taehyun decided to start trying to chase after you. after you said your greetings, taehyun would start to ask you about your day so far, how you were, etc. after he began doing that, you decided the only way to keep your heart from bursting, was to ignore him. no more random gifts, no more greetings, and no more interactions. you were fine admiring him from the sidelines, after all, you had been doing that all this time; what’s the difference? 

 how did you end up in this situation? why was taehyun pinning you against the wall of a café you decided to go to this morning? his left arm was above you, and his right hand was politely at his side. his eyes felt like they were staring into your soul. your face was heating up, it was getting hard to breathe. your heart could only thump-thump it’s life out, trying to keep you up-right so you wouldn’t faint.

“why have you been ignoring me?” taehyun asked.

 what?

“i-ignoring you?” you replied, feeling a bit dumb.

“yeah, you haven’t been saying hi to me at all for the past few weeks! what’s the deal?” he asked, his voice raising slightly in volume.

 you began to curl into yourself, hugging the wall for dear life. if you thought it’d be hard to look into his eyes before, it is basically a death sentence now. he sounded so irate, but so hot. 

“i..i’m sorry,” you uttered.

“sorry? no i don’t want a ‘sorry’, i want you to tell me that you’ll talk to me. am i scary or something?” he continued.

“n-no! you’ll never scare me, i just..assumed..,” you felt your throat seizing up.

 he was so close, you could feel his body heat radiating onto you. 

“assumed what, y/n, don’t blue-ball me now. tell me what i did, and we can work this out,” taehyun said, his voice softening when he realized you look smaller then when he first saw you today.

 you felt his concern, he was concerned, for you? why did he want to bother with you? why did he care so much, so much to the point of hunting you down? why? your mind was going a million places, when suddenly taehyun hugged your waist with his right hand, his heartbeat slowly becoming noticeable to you. you looked at him for the first time ever, and took a deep breath. 

“y-youstartedtryingtotalktomeallofasuddenandigotnervous!” you rambled, squeezing your eyes shut. 

“nervous of what y/n? did you think i was trying to hurt you? i could never hurt someone as cute as you, i mean look at you. you’re curled into yourself darling,” taehyun said, the sweetness dripping from his lips.

 he really had no idea how flirty he was being, did he? you heard him call his guy friends and girl friends ‘darling’ before, so you knew you weren’t special. 

“i was nervous that you would notice i – !” you stopped yourself, sliding down the wall and balling yourself up.

“..lik…ou.”

 your butt was touching the floor now, then you heard taehyun shifting around until he was at the same level as you. you didn’t want to see his facial expression right now.

“what’d you say y/n? please tell me,” he asked.

“ilikeyou,” you whispered, just loud enough for him to hear, “now please leave me alone, i know you don’t like me b-”

 his hand touched the top of your head, and he giggled. 

“you’re so cute angel.” 

“you have to look at me for me to kiss you angel.”

“i know i know, just give me a second.”

 it had been months since you two began dating, and you still didn’t have your first kiss due to your shyness. taehyun decided that on the 3-month mark, you had to let him kiss you (if you said no, then he wouldn’t pressure you, but thankfully you said yes to the plan). 

 now you were sitting on his bed, your head staring at the sheets as taehyun waited for you to look at him like a puppy. since dating him, you realized that taehyun’s love language was physical touch and that you being close to him was important for him to understand that you loved him. 

“take your time angel,” taehyun said, leaning back a tad bit.

 you slowly lifted your head, scanning his entire body, and finally resting on his face. his eyes were expecting you, he smiled as you finally made eye contact. he raised his left hand to caress your face, and he leaned a little closer. his eyes now staring at your lips.

“l-let’s stay like this for a little bit, my heart is pounding too much,” you said, feeling his right hand touch your lower back to bring you closer.

 he hummed in response, and rested his head on your right shoulder, his right hand drawing small circles. he let his left hand fall as he waited patiently, loving the feeling of your warm body touching his. you looked up at the ceiling and realized that you were lucky to find someone who could deal with your shyness, someone who would be okay with just holding hands, or you just sitting next to him. you smiled and tapped taehyun’s shoulder.

“do it.”

“finally.”

ღ huening kai, class clown/social butterfly x student council member

♫ playing now : some by bol4 & attention by newjeans

finally we reached our cutie hyuka

now obviously i don’t know if he’s truly the class clown but his laugh… it RADIATES class clown energy

he IS that class disruption that people want to hate but can’t because he’s so damn cute

probably has students folding for him with his bubbly and humorous personality

but! you being a student council member, you are basically his enemy

someone who’s always trampling on his fun :(

you two probably grew up going to the same schools

he knows who you are and always wants to catch up with you

but you always give him the cold shoulder for whatever reason

you most likely liked him when yall were younger and when you hit high school you wanted to impress him by joining student council

but it backfired because the school needed you to keep up appearances

plus the pressure from your other members :((

yeah you never got the chance to talk to kai once yall began school

it makes him sad to look at you stressing out and losing the sparkle you had when you two were younger

so he tries extra hard to make the class environment happier so when you walk in, you won’t get negative vibes

probably sees you getting scolded by a fellow council member and decides to finally walk up to you and get you to have fun with him

“i asked you to do just one thing! why can’t you do anything right?! god y/n, it’s like you joined student council without getting an education first, why did we get such a dumbass?” 

“i hear what you’re saying, but this is completely inappropriate. if you have a problem with me personally, we can discuss this with our advisor, instead of berating me and embarrassing the entire student council in the public hallway. please go and compose yourself before accusing me of not doing my role.”

 your fellow member stormed off with an eye-roll, and you sighed before turning around to see kai standing there with his eyes wide open.

“wow! you were so cool y/n!” he exclaimed, a smile on his face.

i’m cool..? he thinks i’m cool..? 

“what do you need kai?” you asked, forcing a straight face.

“i just wanted to see if you were ok, i saw that person yelling at you,” kai replied, a pout replacing his smile. 

“well i’m fine, thank you. now please excuse me, i must go home now,” you said, nearing your breaking point.

 nothing seemed to be going right this week, first you fail to do a homework assignment on time, leading to you forgetting about the work your member asked you to do, then you got yelled at in front of multiple students and kai, it really was not your week. you walked into the bathrooms and started to stare at yourself. 

 you joined student council to look cool for kai, but now look at you. heavy eyebags, unkempt hair, lazy school clothes, and no life in your eyes. 

“kai would never want me now..,” you muttered to yourself, mindlessly fixing your wrinkled clothes. 

 you took one more look at yourself, and burst into tears. it was all too much for you. the pressure of keeping up an image, a false image, you wish you could be like kai. he was free and constantly expressing himself in ways you could never think of for yourself. you were jealous of him, you wanted to get the wings you were sure he was gifted. 

 you washed your face lightly and stepped out of the bathroom, and felt a giant force come from your right as someone hugged you with a ton of vigor.

“e-excuse me!” you yelled, looking at your attacker.

 kai merely glanced down at you with 10 peoples’ worth of pity. was..was he listening to you cry? 

“let’s go have fun, y/n, please?”

 turns out his idea of “fun”, was dragging you to an arcade. the whole time, he was urging you to find a game you wanted to play together, but his eyes kept drifting to the stuffie claw game. after playing a few games of your choice, you walked over to the claw machine, staring intently at which one he would like.

“kai, choose one. i’ll try and get it for you,” you said. 

“choose one? i was going to ask you to choose one for yourself..i am the one who invited you after all, but if you insist!” he replied, proceeding to stick his face onto the glass.

 you giggled as he saw his nose sploosh against the glass as he stared at the stuffies with endless child-like curiosity. you knew damn well he would not be able to pick one, so you tapped his shoulder to get him out of his stuffie-drunk state.

“you’re not going to be able to pick just one, i know, let me just get one for you so we can go home,” you said, gently pushing him aside.

 kai pouted but nodded as he watched you get into position. he watched intently as the arm moved to the right, then to the left, and slowly..slowly went down, and grabbed a stuffie that looked just like you. 

“here,” you handed him the stuffie.

 he started to giggle slightly.

“it looks just like you! it has your angry eyes and your cute cheeks!” he said, poking the stuffie all over its face.

 he hugged the stuffie tightly. 

“you should just hug me then. i look just like it anyways,” you said, looking away in embarrassment. 

 a loud gasp came from him, and you got tackled, nearly crashing into the claw machine. 

“ahh i love you! you’re so cute when you talk to me!” kai squealed, hugging you like you were going to disappear.

“you love me?”

 now after you two started dating, kai made an effort to be the most ANNOYING couple ever. 

random hallway tummy rubs?

check.

bursting into your classroom just to say he loves you?

check.

carrying you on his back when you slightly trip?

check. 

being extremely cheesy and cringy?

check, check, and check.

 have fun with this giant ass penguin who probably does not understand personal boundaries.

…and we’re done! this is my first work, and it took me like 2 and a half weeks to finish. :// 

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almost none of my works will be proofread, since i am…really…really lazy.

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"This all reminds me of our time together back then, you know.”

“What time together?”

“Ah, you know. When we used to compete in each class, you were always trying to be better than me.” He pauses. “Unsuccessfully.”

🌋 SYNOPSIS: Minho and you have been enemies since you've been studying together, so it's not surprising that he's a little amused once he realises, you're one of his students in the first class he will be teaching. Until he realises there might be more than just rivalry that makes him think about you constantly...

📙 CONTENT INFO: minho x afab reader, enemies to lovers, enemy minho, professor minho, college student reader, smut with a lot of plot basically, they are the same age but he graduated earlier, minho is a little mean in this one but it’s his insecurities, a few random facts about rocks because reader is geology student, this is part of a series but can be read as a standalone

🧡 CONTENT WARNING: insecurities especially about intelligence and academic success, mention of mental health issues but nothing specified, jealousy, reader is wearing a skirt, smut warnings under the cut

🪨 WORD COUNT: 10.0K (I apologise)

🔥 SMUT: dom/sub dynamics, fingering, unprotected piv, sir kink, brat/brat tamer kink, praise, degrading, one kiss happens while they are drunk but nothing more, name calling (doll, baby, good girl)

You’ve never been the best at sticking to regular plans—instead always trying to achieve things your own way.

No matter if it’s dumping recipes and switching out ingredients when making a five star meal, copying choreographies of your favourite songs and adding little twists (quite literally) or following building instructions on all the items and furniture you’ve purchased from IKEA. Although, when it comes to the latter it hasn’t always been intended. Those guidelines are the worst.

The same has counted for studying since the beginning of your educational career path.

Geology has always been your thing. Your niche. The subject that keeps you going but sometimes—or rather often—mental health comes in the way and blocks this path, the rocks—pun intended—a real hindrance that make your feet hurt when stumbling over them once again but you will keep going anyway.

At your own pace, though.

The prettiest crystals didn’t form overnight. They needed many millions of years, great transformation at the right temperature and pressure and it seems as if you haven’t been able to cope with that high amount of pressure over the past years.

It’s no big deal. You’re privileged enough, luckily, that both your family and a part-time job are helping you financially and the college you are studying at doesn't demand expensive fees either.

However, with the possibility of adding another ‘I-will-just-do-this-class-next-semester’ and a few more of ‘oh-I-can-take-the-exam-the-following-summer’ you have become a little lightheaded and even lazier.

You aren’t actually lazy by any means. You just struggle with the way university and the curriculum is constipated. Educational freedom is important but deep down you’re craving someone to lead the way for you. Even though you would never ever admit that.

Nevertheless, you find yourself in front of your computer. The unattended matcha latte next to your bed gets watery from the ice cubes melting due to the warm temperature the heater provides in your dorm.

Your gaze is fixated on the bright screen in front of you, eyes glassy from the overstimulation of the neon lights. God. Whoever designed your college’s website needs to be fired. Immediately.

Once you have managed to find the course you are looking for which took you an embarrassingly long time—but again, that website is straight from hell—you search for the button that will make you join the class.

But you hold your breath for a second when your eyes roam over the professor’s name that sounds a little too familiar for your liking.

Lee Minho, M. Sc.

The Lee Minho, who started studying with you some years ago?

Nah. It can’t be. That’s impossible and too fast even for an overachiever like him. Besides that, it is a very common combination of names and could be anyone.

Anyway—it doesn’t matter. You have to take that class now. You can’t add yet another semester because there is a slight chance to almost zero that it could be your former college rival.

So, you press the dark blue button, type in a TAN-code that is required and hit send.

🌋

You wake up… utterly wasted.

Caused by an impulsive thought, triggered by your self-pity due to overthinking your whole life—a regular hobby of yours especially after evening hours—you emptied a bottle of white wine in one sitting after organising your time table.

Luckily, you got an email that your applications for all the classes were successful—opposite to your ability to wake up on time for once.

You grab the first sweater that crosses your vision and the baggy jeans that are laying on the chair a.k.a the ‘worn-but-not-dirty-enough-to-spend-half-your-income-at-the-laundromat’-chair. A half-empty bottle of calcareous tap water and an apple will work as your wannabe fancy breakfast until you decide to make an excursion to your favourite coffee shop nonetheless. You’re already too late anyway.

Only five minutes after the class has started, you enter the crowded room, occupying the last spot. To your demise, you soon realise that you may have forgotten about one tiny, maybe important detail. Your stupid study appliances. When you turn your head around in order to get a better view of the other students, you soon get aware that you don’t know even a single soul in here. It does make sense though, since they are all very much younger than you are.

You quickly create a faux notebook from a few crumpled pieces of paper and as you reach at the bottom of your backpack, you find a functioning pen in the process. Just when you’re about to move your head back up from under the table—almost letting your forehead collide with the thick wooden material—the door of the classroom opens, revealing the professor.

No.

This can’t be.

This is impossible.

It can’t actually be him.

As it seems, none of your drunk prayers last night have helped.

The brunette immediately spots you due to you sitting in the front row and you regret getting late to class now.

Fuck.

Hoping no one—and especially not the professor—notices, you bury your face in the palms of your hands and concentrate on pretending you're scribbling some words on your makeshift notebook. In the meantime, he grabs a pen from the little drawer of his desk and takes his time to write down broad, beautiful letters on the whiteboard.

Lee Minho, M. Sc.

It is in fact him.

The guy who started college with you many years ago. The guy you used to compete with in every class you were in. The guy who sucked even the last piece of sanity out of your body whenever he opened his mouth in order to annoy you just for the fun of it.

God, how you did not miss him.

You were actually convinced he started teaching at some other university after his graduation. At least that’s what Seungmin told you and Seungmin always knows everything considering he is the reincarnation of Gossip Girl. But it seems as if your best friend wasn’t aware of that tiny detail or Minho simply spontaneously changed jobs.

Probably just to annoy the shit out of you once again. Yes, this is as delusional as it gets. This is what years of rivalry do to you.

You’re awakened by your daydreams when Minho turns around again, finding your hidden face in an instant. He chuckles to himself, the infamous mischevious smirk decorating his pretty face.

And that’s the thing. While Minho is the most annoying, pretentious and overall exhausting human being—you cannot ignore the fact that you are attracted to him. Well. It’s hard not to be—whoever does not find him incredibly hot is lying.

“Ms Y/L/N.”

You swear you heard your name in the distance and once you feel dozens of pairs of eyes glued to your body, you get aware that it was the professor calling you out.

Very much unprofessional, isn’t it?

“What is the difference between a granite and a basalt?”

The staring contest between all those other students and the back of your head doesn’t stop anytime soon and you are captured in between your own anxious thoughts developing into full panic mode and Minho’s evil gaze on your face that is heating up rapidly.

“I don’t know, sorry,” you admit, still very much successfully avoiding his eyes.

However, you don’t miss how he raises an eyebrow and steps closer to the table you are sitting at. His hand brushes over the wooden surface, his view sticks to the doodling on your crinkly paper, as Minho suppresses a judgemental look. Not surprising you’re still not finished with your studies when you’re already losing focus during attendance.

“This knowledge is mandatory in my class.”

His voice is louder now, as he is speaking to the whole group of students. Minho tilts his head towards you one last time, before he catches the blue-inked sketch between two of his fingers and crumbles it inside his palm.

“Everyone got the email with the information to already read the first chapter of Basic Knowledge of Volcanology for Beginners. You’re here to learn something so it’s up to you to do your own research and participate if you want to get that degree. I am getting paid anyway.”

He adds a chuckle at the end of his sentence and you can feel the atmosphere in the cramped room thickening, the anxiety of all the other students very much present.

Professor Lee Minho is exactly like you have always imagined him. Just like he used to be back then—but he upgraded in strictness and annoyance by one thousand and thirteen degrees, the pressure he puts on his students is ridiculously intense.

Everything after that is a full blur. Probably—or more definitely—a coping mechanism of your brain helping you drift away in your thoughts. Luckily, the earlier provocation was enough for Minho’s taste as he leaves you alone for the rest of the ongoing class, rather getting back to his long ass boring monologue.

God. This dude really enjoys listening to himself, doesn’t he?

But your illusion of protection does not last that long, when Minho asks you to stay after class.

It is a mystery to you how he doesn’t seem to realise how suspicious he is behaving. Of course, it’s not a crime to know your student or have a somewhat past with them but, in your opinion, it makes him seem so unprofessional. Which, on another note, gives you a little boost of confidence caused by your deep rooted malicious joy when it comes to Lee Minho.

“Y/N,” he doesn’t use your surname for the first time today, creating a much more casual atmosphere. “Nice to see you again.”

“I wish I could say the same,” you counter.

Your pen and the remains of your notes crash down your tote bag, hitting the apple and water bottle in the process.

“Well, correct me if I’m wrong but isn’t this a class for first semester students?”

A dirty chuckle escapes his lips and you swear you can hear him click his tongue in the process.

“Yeah. What about it?”

He shakes his head. Pretentiously.

“Nah, nothing. But this means you’re more experienced than my other students. You should prepare better next time. This all reminds me of our time together back then, you know.”

“What time together?”

“Ah, you know. When we used to compete in each class, you were always trying to be better than me.” He pauses. “Unsuccessfully.”

“What do you want, Minho?”

“For you to not make a fool of yourself next week. Better be prepared, doll.”

With an emphasis on the pet name he grabs his stuff and leaves the classroom.

Fucking unprofessional.

But for some reason, he creates a sensation of excitement in your stomach, threatening to wander south if he doesn’t stop any time soon.

This semester will definitely not be easy.

🌋

As expected, the weeks pass by without a Monday of Minho not annoying the shit out of you. The primar anxiety subsided, especially once you start actually preparing for the classes. You’re not overworking yourself, basically just doing the bare minimum but it’s enough to not make a fool of yourself.

Professor Lee stays as unprofessional as ever—preferring to make you answer his question in class. Does he still not realise that this portrays the both of you in a… suspicious light?

Everyone seems to be aware. Except for the man himself.

During your obligatory lunch breaks with your best friend, Seungmin seems to catch up on the topic regularly. Why did you befriend him again?

“You must still have a crush on him or something.”

Again. Why did you befriend him?

Nowadays you regret telling Seungmin years ago that you used to have a slight crush on Minho. Your best friend told you to wake up from your enemies-to-lovers dream, reminding you of how bothersome and vexatious Minho really is.

“I don't,” you half-lie, “I’m just using this chance to get a good grade, okay?”

Seungmin stirs around in his food, the fried rice on his spoon falling into the bowl again.

“Sure, dude.”

You roll your eyes at his words, deciding to not bother with it anymore. This is so not true. You have developed a liking in volcanology because you’ve realised it’s actually interesting after digging deeper into the material of the course. It is definitely not because Minho has achieved exactly what he has been on about—getting a reaction out of you and, currently, making you his best student.

A win-win situation, isn’t it?

It could be, if your heart wasn’t pounding as much whenever he is walking through the entrance of the classroom, whenever you spot him on campus or whenever a notification gets sent to your phone, indicating you received an email from your professor. Although, it was sent to all the other thirty students too.

Ah, yes. We found the word we have been looking for!

Delusional. That’s what you have been these days. All because of stupid Lee Minho.

Seeing him at least once a week doesn’t make it any easier. But luckily, you’ve found a new friend in his class, a companion to suffer together. Even though he doesn’t know details about your background with Minho, Jisung shares the mutual feeling you have about the volcanology professor.

“Hey, Y/N, how are you?”

His smile enlightens the room, his cheeks are so squishable they boost your mood by one thousand and two hundred degrees in an instant. You’re glad the both of you are in this together.

“You forgot your homework again, Ji?” You ask him, reading through his hidden message covered in a kind gesture.

“What?! No! Never! Why would you– yeah, I did. Can you tell me what it was about?”

He makes you chuckle, your hand automatically traveling towards your face, covering the wrinkles around the corners of your mouth. Jisung adores the face you make whenever he achieves to let a laugh spill from your lips. Oh, your beautiful lips.

The younger boy would be lying if he said he hasn’t caught himself thinking about you as more than just a friend before. Sure, you’re only two years older but he just knows you would never think of him as more than just a funny classmate.

And besides that, even though most people in this room are convinced from quite the opposite, he doesn’t get the idea out of his head that there’s a weird, almost sexual tension between you and the professor. Maybe, that’s the reason he dislikes Mr Lee so much.

Jisung is torn out of his daydreaming—luckily you were so deeply absorbed by the scientific paper in front of you that you didn’t catch him ogling you from the side—when Minho enters the classroom. The atmosphere shifts faster than lightning speed, when he lets his heavy leather bag hit the desk in front of the whiteboard.

“So. I don’t have any time for any complaints or whatever’s on your mind, let’s just start with the lesson. We have lots to catch up on.”

He circles the wooden furniture with long steps, before he sinks down on the top of it, getting a better view of his students.

“Can someone summarise where we left off last week?”

Of course, everyone is exhaustingly avoiding eye contact with the professor now as if one’s life is depending on it. You do the same, even though you could have tattooed a ‘choose me’ on your forehead since Minho prefers to pick you anyway. Just to make fun of you, as always. Although it’s been some weeks, that dude seems to become more immature with each lesson he is teaching.

“Ms Y/L/N, could you please tell the class what we talked about last Monday.”

Panic. Your palms are getting sweaty, knees turning weak like jello in an instant when the sound of your name travels into your ears.

You don’t even get why you’re immediately turning into an anxious mess. That’s the effect he has on you. Thank you, Lee Minho.

But you take a deep breath nonetheless and try to let out a few words.

“Yes, uhm– last week we–“

When shifting your gaze up, you notice how Minho starts rolling his eyes, visibly annoyed by the way you’re speaking and not even managing to form one simple sentence.

“Talk a bit more unenthusiastically and I might wake up.”

What an asshole. Anxiety turns into extreme anger then. You’ve had enough of this. How dare he make you look like an absolute idiot in front of all these students?

Of course, you can already hear chuckling sounds erupting from behind you, cracking a little more of your almost non-existing self esteem.

It’s at this moment that you sense a shuffling beside you, dragging you out of your stage close to zoning out, snapping you back to reality. It’s Jisung, turning a little closer to you, his mouth right at your ear now.

“You can do this. You’re the smartest one in here.”

Desperately holding back a small giggle, you allow his kind words to give you a little confidence. As much as you need. In addition, he lays his hand on yours, squeezing it tight to reassure you a little more. Your posture is upright now and you’re ready to stand your ground.

You’ve got this, Y/N.

“That makes two of us, Mr Lee,” you begin then, still avoiding eye contact but your gaze wanders around in the room as if you are searching for the fucks to give.

“Where was I? Ah, right! The classification of pyroclastic rocks. We differentiate between blocks, lapilli and ash, considering the rock’s size. There are diverse types of deposition as well, for instance, we analysed pictures of two different ignimbrites, a solidified one, showing chemical zones, and a welded one, consisting of a coherent matrix made of ash. But the main topic of the previous lesson was learning what fallouts are.”

You can see Minho’s face scrunching, desperately trying to not snap because of your attitude but that’s what he gets for showing you up in front of everyone.

But he can withstand it.

Both the way you’re gaining confidence over the conversation and the fact you’re incredibly hot doing it–

Fuck. He really needs to focus now. Minho feels so unprofessional. And pathetic, letting his student win this passive aggressive argument.

It doesn’t help that he witnessed you holding hands with your classmate and if it was up to him, he would pull Jisung’s body away from yours and make him fail his class and all the following simply for touching you.

But he has to be professional.

“Could you elaborate on this as well?”

You nod, now fully back in the rhythm of defeating your arch enemy when it comes to academia. The adrenaline boost this gives you is beyond insane.

“Of course”, you go on, “fallouts are nothing more than the process of pyroclastic fractions falling out gravitationally, caused in case of the shrinking of the dynamic uplifting. Sometimes it’s possible that parts of the eruptive column of the volcano collapse, but we haven’t talked about that yet.”

Now you’re even adding the knowledge that he was supposed to teach to his class today. What goes around that comes around.

Y/N: 1; Minho: 0

But—even though he seems to forget it with every breath he takes—he can’t go all in with this little feud. There are thirty other people in here that aren’t paying college fees to see a professor fight some older student, when in reality he could take the anger out on you in a different way. A way that would be so easy if you would just let him.

Fuck, what Minho would do to bend you over his table whenever you talk back at him. Lift your short skirt up, spank your pretty ass whenever you disobey his rules. Stretch your tight little pussy with his fingers first, until you’re ready for his cock. Just to make you cum all over him again and again.

But that has to wait for now.

He has to stay professional, after all.

“Well done,” he says, “thanks for the transition to today’s topic.”

Just now you come to the realisation that your palms aren’t only uncomfortably sweaty, but one of them is still very much pressed against Jisung’s. When your friend sees you overthinking it, after you pull apart, he reassures you once again.

“Don’t worry, angel. I haven’t even noticed. But I’m very much fascinated by what a brainiac you are.”

You sink your head down, covering your shyness behind your hands, as you feel your face heat up. Still, you thank him and when Jisung looks at you like a little puppy taking care of his favourite human, you get all shy again.

Even though it’s hard for him—even harder than a certain body part whenever he thinks of you on a lonely night—Minho refrains from asking you more questions for the rest of the lesson. His ego is severely hurt, although he would never admit that.

It’s nothing new but with the heated conversation still lingering in the back of your head, you enter a spiral of overanalysing the looks the others gave you when you talked with the professor. From time to time, it even feels as if they are still staring, but somehow you manage to focus on your assigned task again.

For lunch, Jisung and you decide to take a quick break at the closest cafeteria on campus. Other kinds of science majors are usually busy around these early afternoon hours, so the both of you are lucky to quickly find a spacious table right at the window.

The weather is beautiful today, probably the highest temperature you have had this year so far and you're once again surprised, how a little glimpse of the sun shining through the clouds hypes up your mood by endless levels.

However, Jisung seems occupied in his head. As if there’s something bothering him, something crossing his mind that he doesn’t know how to explain to you. To encourage him, you ask him if there’s something wrong.

“N-No– it’s nothing. At least– definitely none of my business anyway, sorry.”

The duality this part-time brat carries is unbelievable. Jisung plays with you, pretending to not be interested—in whatever he wants to propose a question about—but you can see it in the look on his face, filled by the same amount of curiosity a child has when they accidentally find their birthday presents hiding in a big bag in the parent’s bedroom.

“Come on, ask me what you want.”

Jisung moves in his seat, now all of a sudden being showered with insecurity again. Almost as if he is thinking about something that shouldn’t be on his mind.

“Please don’t be mad at me.”

“I could never,” you reassure him and that’s all your friend needs.

“I think I’m not the only one who has noticed the weird dynamic between the professor and you. Well– it makes me wonder if the two of you know each other–“

You sigh, unintentionally, and Jisung is fast to start apologising again but you stop him, as you lay your hand on his this time. The dark haired boy prays to God, that you don’t see the way he blushes, a pinkish curtain covering his squishy cheeks.

“I’ve already assumed that people talk. But it’s really nothing. We started university together some years ago and we used to attend the same classes and… kinda competed with each other all the time. He views it as a great success that he is my teacher now out of a sudden, you know, since we’re the same age and it probably gives him an enormous ego boost.”

Jisung attentively nods, as he tries to focus on your words instead of the way your skin is touching his, still.

“And to be honest,” you continue, “I am kinda intrigued by him. He’s often making me feel insecure about my skills and yeah– secretly I know that he’s the smarter one. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be teaching in the position he is in now.”

Jisung’s facial expression softens, before it gets filled with a little empathy, almost pity, until it turns into disappointment.

He squeezes your hand, to which you react, only now realising the both of you are still connected. But it’s comfortable. It always is with Jisung.

“Listen, Y/N,” his voice is a lot more serious now, “just because he finished university before you, doesn’t mean he’s smarter. There’s a difference between achieving a goal fast and being actually good at something.”

These are the words you needed. Sometimes your brain tricks you into thinking you’re not good enough, not strong enough, not talented enough. But that’s what good friends are for—picking you up again and bringing you back to reality.

Jisung senses that you’re feeling a little better now, although there is still something on your mind.

“Do you think… people could take the dynamic the wrong way?”

The boy in front of you shrugs his shoulders.

“I don’t know. I can only speak for myself. All I have noticed is that he puts a lot more pressure on you and I was afraid that he, maybe, might disadvantage you or something. That’s why I asked.”

That’s not the only reason he wanted to talk to you about this, but it’s neither the right place nor the right time to speak about what’s on his mind still.

🌋

You’re nine weeks into the semester and pretty much done with it, but your courses aren’t yet. seventeen more days until your final volcanology exam and then you will be a somewhat free student again.

To celebrate summer being right around the corner, you’re dragging Seungmin to the campus party tonight, glad that he could be convinced—after a thirty minute talk and after you promised to pay for all the drinks tonight since he then pretty quickly agreed to attend this booze-up.

Obviously, the campus is more crowded than usual since most college students value alcohol a lot higher than good grades and you spot a lot of familiar faces from the geology department and other science majors. You don’t know anyone personally, except for your best friend right by your side, so that’s why the two of you stick together like glue.

While Seungmin is busy buying drinks at a random temporary setup bar made out of tables from one of the classrooms—the beer being paid with your money of course—you look around a bit, until a girl crosses your vision.

She’s already approaching you and at a closer look you realise that she’s part of your volcanology class, too.

“Hey, Y/N, how are you?”

You can smell that Ryujin has probably had a few drinks already, but you don’t mind. She’s mostly been kind to you, although you haven’t interacted that much except for when you were assigned to do group projects together in class.

She pulls you into a quick hug but you allow her to and blame it on the alcohol.

“Are you here alone or waiting for a special someone?”

Ryujin is probably referring to the odd way you’re standing here, although her words are a little too straightforward for your liking. Fiddling with the pretty nephrite gemstone that is attached to your bracelet, you give her a confused look before you manage to reply.

“No, I’m waiting for my friend. He’s getting drinks for us.”

Ryujin, taking a sip from her own beer-lemonade mix, shoots a suggestive look in your direction.

“Oh, a male friend? Better be careful, I’ve spotted Mr Lee somewhere around here as well. Don’t tell him, he might get jealous.”

You can instantly feel your face heating up and you pray that she doesn’t notice the embarrassed look you are carrying now.

But, unfortunately, she does. And the fact you’re not capable of talking anything back, thickens the tension this conversation already has. She gets a little closer to you then, aligning her mouth right at your ear, as if she is afraid that someone is even remotely close to being able to understand a single syllable in this loud area.

“Am I wrong with my assumptions? I’m not the only one in class thinking the two of you are hooking up,” she whispers.

“Is he mean to you in bed, too? Is this what the both of you get off to? I’ve heard he’s pretty big, is that correct?”

God, why can’t she mind her own business? You really thought that Ryujin was nice but then again, you don’t know her that well and she’s pretty tipsy, maybe even drunk.

But once she realises that she won’t get an answer from you, she pulls you into a hug again—as you stand there paralysed—before saying goodbye to you.

“Anyway, it was nice to see you, Y/N. Let’s talk again some time.”

🌋

Three beers later and a few hours into the night, Seungmin and you decide to take part in a campus beer pong battle. After all you’re an experienced team when it comes to this game, having developed the best strategies over the last years in college and before.

So, it’s not a surprise you are convinced you can keep up with anyone and so far your high success rate proves exactly this. After defeating everyone in your group, you’ve made it to the finale, now destined to play against the other winners.

“The usual strategy?” Your best friend asks then, casually pinching the white ball between his thumb and index finger.

You nod at him, as you take the last sip out of your plastic cup—you’ve switched from beer to beer mixed with lemonade an hour ago, driven by excitement to win this game. Sure, getting shitfaced is the point of both beer pong and a campus party, but Seungmin and you are too destined to win.

“Oh, nice to see you here.”

The voice is familiar. A little too familiar for your liking.

And once your head snaps up, you’re greeted with a tipsy Minho, standing at the other side of the table. Next to him, is a guy quite the same height but a little more buff then your professor. His blonde curls hide his forehead mostly and he looks just as ambitious as all the other contestants.

Minho walks around the table now, standing right in front of Seungmin.

“I think I haven’t introduced myself yet. I’m Minho. Y/N and I used to study together.”

Seungmin pretends that the name isn’t familiar to him. After all, your best friend is the only one that knows you have a little crush on the professor that gets on your last nerve. But Seungmin is a good friend and plays it cool, as he tells the other man his own name.

After both teams fill the cups with enough liquid, the game starts and Minho really wants to be attentive and give his best. He really does.

But, unfortunately, all he can focus on is the interaction between your best friend and you. It’s very innocent—it always is. Seungmin and you have been best friends your whole life, practically like siblings, there is not a single thing for you that puts him in a romantic or sexual light and he shares the same opinion about you.

Of course, Minho doesn’t know about that part. For him, Seungmin is just some guy that you are playing beer pong with, that you hug whenever you score a trick-shot and that you’re pretty close to in general.

And when your best friend finally hits the ball into the last remaining cup on the side of the opponent team, carrying home the victory for you, Minho almost loses his temper. The way Seungmin is embracing you, pulling you closer to him and even adding a little tipsy kiss to your cheek is enough to make him go completely furious.

Faster than you’re able to realise, Minho stands right beside you, laying his hand on your shoulder to spin you around towards him.

That’s when you look into his eyes as deeply as you have never done before. The dark brown colour is hypnotising, putting you under a spell. He’s definitely as tipsy as you—if not even more.

At least that would explain his next sentence.

“Congratulations, great game. Can we talk for a moment?”

To say you’re surprised would be an understatement. But there’s not even half a second to think, when he’s already reaching for your hand, searching for any second guesses hinting that you don’t want to be alone with him.

Of course, he didn’t ask you that. But you’re both drunk and given the history you share, he wouldn’t expect you to voluntarily speak to him alone for more than a minute.

You shoot your best friend a quick glance, this way telling him that you're safe, before you toddle behind Minho. His fingers circle around your wrist, as he drags you through the large crowd, in his current state not caring at all if there’s someone recognising the both of you.

Abruptly, once you’re a little further away from where the party is going on, he stops at a corner. In front of the biochemistry building now, he guides you towards the exterior wall of the house, spinning you around with just a little strength needed.

Your back crashes into the wall, but it doesn’t hurt or you simply don’t notice, judging your high level of intoxication.

And all of a sudden he’s so dangerously close to you, his breath tingling your neck, lips hovering over the skin with only a millimetre of air separating your bodies. Minho places one of his forearms right beside you, cageing you between the cold bricks behind and his athletic body in front of you.

No way to escape.

But you’re not interested in that anyway.

Minho’s other hand brushes your jaw all so softly, before his index finger lands under your chin, slightly pulling your head up in the process. Now on eye level with him, his gaze meets your own and you’re lost in this deep colour again. Prettier than the prettiest gemstones you’ve ever seen.

And then Minho speaks or rather whispers, heating up your face from outside and inside.

“I can’t even put into words how much you annoy me, it’s insane.”

You chuckle, knowing exactly what hides behind these words and your assumptions turn out to be true, once his lips collide with your neck. He sucks on the skin, rough kisses hypnotising you all over again and when they graze over the spot right under your ear, you can’t help but let out a moan.

“I would have never thought teaching a class is that exhausting, but your constant competition is really making it hard… not just the class, baby.”

A smirk is decorating your face now and by the way his lips lay against your skin, you’re sure he has got the same mimics as you. One of his hands wanders down now, squeezing your ass through the thick fabric of your jeans and you can hear him chuckle into your ear.

Embarrassingly enough, another moan slips out of your mouth but Minho soon drowns out the noise, when his lips crash into yours. It’s as if all the piled up tension is forgotten, all the teasing comments vanishing away, all the rivalry leaving the both of you, when you focus on the way he is kissing you—passionately, without a single sign of regret.

“You know what’s the worst part about this, baby? It’s hard to admit but your intelligence is intimidating to me– you’re definitely smarter than me and–“

And that’s when regret does hit him.

He suddenly stops, his whole body freezing, paralysed.

Until the words that he formed himself register in his head.

You can’t stop yourself. You didn’t sit through nine weeks of constant stress to let this triumph slip.

“What did you say, Minho? Did I hear that correctly?”

The smirk decorates your face so evilly and in the back of his mind Minho thinks you’re so hot for talking back at him once again, for standing up for yourself. He’s adored you before—all secretly of course—but since he’s been challenging you and observing you growing more and more confident, you’ve been occupying his thoughts like a constant guest.

Unfortunately, he is not there yet—at the point to actually be completely honest with himself and, even more importantly, with you.

“I didn’t say anything,” he lies through his teeth then and as if this isn’t enough, more words spill from his lips.

“Except for you being annoying and pissing me off.”

You roll your eyes back, completely frustrated. You should have known. Minho finally breaks out of his thick shell and then he gets scared and the insecurities take over him. Although, the warm side he carries in him is the one you even prefer a little more.

“Don’t play dumb, repeat what you’ve just said.”

He turns to the side then, as his palm wanders upwards to cover his mouth. His eyes shut close, as he takes a deep breath and contemplates how to continue.

“I don’t know what you mean,” and that’s when his drunk self and the old Minho take over, “maybe you’re just imagining stuff, like the stupid little girl you are.”

You scoff, blatantly, before you shove him aside, shoulders bumping into each other. Your vision is blurry—both from the alcohol and the tears pricking at your lower lash line—but you somehow manage it through the crowd in order to search for Seungmin.

In the distance you can hear Minho calling your name, saying that he is sorry or some shit, but you don’t listen.

Luckily, you find your best friend quicker than expected and when he notices the tears running down your cheeks, he instantly pulls you into a hug.

“Did he do something that you didn’t want? Did he hurt you, Y/N?”

You shake your head, as you watch the salty droplets from your eyes staining Seungmin’s shirt, before you pull away to look at him.

“Physically? No. Verbally? Maybe.”

There’s something else than just empathy on Seungmin’s face now. Anger, almost.

“What an idiot– where is he–“

“Minnie, no. He didn’t mean it. He’s just immature and insecure and doesn’t know how to deal with his emotions.”

He takes a deep breath, brushing away the tears that are glistening on your skin.

“He still hurt you.”

You sigh, giving him a small smile.

“It’s okay, really. Can we just go home?”

“Of course.”

🌋

The last three and a half weeks have been a blur. A fever dream, almost. The days have been filled with studying and staying at the library with Jisung and Seungmin—who have become very good friends—to cramp as much knowledge as possible into your steaming head.

You’ve also spent a pathetic amount of time not thinking of Minho and the last two lessons were more than a little awkward. Although, you have noticed him observing you all the time, as if he’s trying to say something, apologise for insulting you. He even messages you one day, asking if the both of you can talk again, but you’re way too busy with studying and ignoring him anyway, so you haven’t realised that you received the text at all.

Luckily, throughout this whole time you can count on the midnight cup ramyeon, cola zero and your friends just being there for you. And in the blink of an eye, the three of you are crawling from one club to another, celebrating your freedom after doing your best on the exam.

The constant partying since then is the reason you slept so long today, Saturday afternoon sunlight hitting your face and you’re surprised the hangover isn’t as terrible as expected.

You take a long shower, make yourself some leftover food and a tea, before you switch back to the current drama you are watching.

Until you get a notification from your student mail account.

It’s an automatic message, telling you the grade of your volcanology exam can be found on the university’s website.

That was quicker than you thought, considering the fact it was a test including lots of questions which you had to answer with whole sentences.

After fighting with the stupidity of your school’s website again, you find yourself scrolling down to your achievements, finding an additional grade for this semester.

97%

If there is a textbook definition of ‘relieved’ it would definitely be the emotion you are experiencing in your whole body right now.

The hard work paid off and you’re fast to grab your phone, messaging Seungmin and Jisung, also asking the latter if he’s got a grade yet as well.

Just when you’re about to hit ‘send’, the notification sound from your computer echoes through your room and your head snaps up towards the screen.

You open the mail and read it.

Dear Students,

I’m happy to tell you most of the students in my class passed the exam, even though the results are improvable with some exceptions. As you know, it’s not possible to give back the test papers to you, since we have to archive them. If you have questions regarding your grades or the exam in general, you can come to my office on Monday, at the same time as our class, and we can talk about it in person. Please be patient in case many people show up.

Greetings,

Mr. Lee

No.

Never.

You can’t do this.

The idea is too ridiculous. You can’t show up when you’re probably the one who scored the highest points. Also, there’s only three percent missing—it’s probably just some tiny form error.

No…

You can’t just go there as an excuse to see Minho and finally talk to him about what happened and, basically, everything.

🌋

On Monday you find yourself in front of Minho’s office.

It is such a stupid idea that it’s unbelievable how you could be the one to score the highest in this class.

And you are indeed the only one who was that successful, judging the faces of the other students—a mixture of sadness because of their own grade and envy when they see you entering the hallway.

You’ve made sure to come here pretty late, wanting to be the last one in line. All these other students probably have much more important stuff to discuss—especially those who failed—so you don’t want to delay any of their schedules.

Once it’s your time to step inside the office, you hesitate first but after knocking three times and hearing a confident ‘come in’ erupting from the other side of the door, you decide to stick to your initial plan.

“Hi, I have a few questions regarding my grade.”

When Minho spots you his expression carries many facets that aren’t quite definable.

He looks annoyed, as always when he spots you. He looks furious, as if you shouldn’t be here. But he also looks both a little sad and hopeful, almost regretful, as if he has been waiting for this moment a little too long.

“Sure, take a seat.”

And so you do, sinking down on the chair at the opposite side of his table, sitting right in front of him now.

That’s when you look into his eyes again. They look the same as that night. But they also look different. Tired. Avoiding.

“What are your questions exactly?”

You shift in your seat, trying to get into a more comfortable position. In the meantime, Minho searches for your exam paper in the stack of all the others and places the test between the both of you, once he finds it.

Taking a little moment, you flick through the individual pages, pretending to be searching for something.

“I was wondering what the missing three percent were. I remember, there weren’t that many points to score and I am confused how such a small amount can be subtracted then.”

Minho nods, as he grabs the exam from you and skims through it, pretending to be searching for something as well. Until he stops.

“It’s mostly errors in your form. Your writing style isn’t really academic, at some parts it sounds as if a high school student wrote it.”

He’s doing it on purpose. Definitely. He knows exactly where he gets you with this—annoying you, teasing you, crawling under your skin with his words.

And you fall for it, every time.

“I see.”

“Do you have any further questions?”

His gaze stays focused on the test paper, before he lifts his head up and looks into your eyes.

“Yeah… but… not a-about the exam.”

You honestly don’t get why you’re so anxious now and you fear that the situation between the both of you, how you left off, has sparked more inside you than you would like.

“Technically,” Minho begins then and you can sense that he is rethinking every word that he is about to say.

“This is an appointment for exam evaluation only. But you’re the last student, so go on.”

You take a deep breath, scoffing to yourself about the ridiculousness of the situation, before you continue.

“How can I be both intimidating to you but also a stupid little girl at the same time?”

Minho’s face slowly meets the palms of his hands. He’s simultaneously relieved that you’re finally talking to him but also so furious that all this is brought up again.

“I– I’m not.”

He’s still hiding behind that thick layer. You can tell by the way he is avoiding your glares and fiddling with his silver rings.

Fuck. You’ve never paid attention to his hands that much, but his fingers look… pretty.

Almost as if they could make you feel very good, stretch you quite nicely and maybe even make you cum if Minho puts as much effort in as he does when challenging you.

God, this is not the time and place to be thinking about this now.

But then you see his eyes trailing down your curves, stopping right at the view of your thighs, just to snap up again and focus on your neck. He’s still got the taste of your lips on his, which is not surprising because for the last three and a half weeks Minho came almost every night to the thought of your pretty whimpers.

And when he catches you staring at his arms—his veins almost popping out—he knows you’re on the same page.

You both are pretty intelligent. Except when it comes to verbal communication—but luckily, there are other ways to argue.

That’s why you stand up and walk around the table until you’re behind Minho. Your hands land on his shoulders first, before they painfully slowly wander down his chest and through the material of his white button up shirt you can feel how firm he is.

“Mr Lee,” you begin then, knowing he won’t be able to withstand you if you address him like this and your intuitions turn out to be true.

“I’ve scored the highest in this class, always did my coursework on time and was your best student. I deserve at least a little explanation, don’t you think?”

That’s when you attach your lips to his neck and they feel so soft against his skin, Minho is already under your spell.

He can’t resist. And he doesn’t even want to. He can trust you enough to trust himself with his feelings. The curtain of insecurity, covered in meanness, has to fall now.

“Listen, I think my message got lost in your mails but…”

You stop with your movements for a second.

“I have never been intimidated by you but I’ve been intimidated by the possibility of getting suspended. This and all the insecurities and fears of rejection is the reason I behaved like a total asshole that night and I’m sorry for it.”

He gets up from his seat now and spins you around, as he takes the spot you were standing on a second ago.

And then, everything happens in the blink of an eye.

Minho grabs your jaw, pulling you closer to him, before his lips smash into yours in the most passionate and heated kiss you have ever experienced. It feels even better than that night a few weeks ago and this time you even invite his tongue in.

He’s impatient—after all he has wanted to devour your body for so long and especially whenever you talked back at him in class, he was dangerously close to snapping and just taking you in front of everyone else.

Especially Jisung.

God, Minho is still not over the fact your little friend was holding hands with you on a regular basis. He was even flirting with you but you didn’t notice.

But now he’s finally got you all to himself and he will make sure that you’ll never forget.

His hands make their way to your blouse, hastily opening every single button. Just like the other night, his lips are hovering over your neck again, sucking and biting the skin without mercy and you can’t help yourself but whimper.

“I wanted to apologise sooner,” he whispers, “but, you know, even if I manage to make sincere compliments, you let this get to your smart little head and ask me to repeat myself. It’s as if you can’t function without my attention, doll.”

You moan again, almost letting the syllables of his name escape your lips but you stop yourself.

“That’s not true,” you bluff. “I don’t care about that at all.”

Minho rips your bra in half, watching your tits bouncing, before he takes one of the buds inside his mouth, as one of his hands comes to help and massages the other.

“Min– Fuck–“

“Yeah, baby. Keep telling that to yourself. Do you know how pathetic you look right now? And all just for me?”

Your head falls back, as you simply can’t take it no more. Especially, when he moans against your skin, as if he’s enjoying this a little too much.

All while you try to ignore the way your panties are sticking to your pussy, the material all drenched and you convince yourself that’s only because of his captivating touches and not the words he uses.

But, you soon realise, Minho being mean isn’t just annoying—in combination with touching your body the way he does, it makes you crave more.

And you know exactly how you can get what you’re really longing for. By playing his game.

“You know, that makes two of us. You’re constantly trying to get my attention, too. It’s the same now, you’re all over me.”

He scoffs, as he abruptly lets go of your body, before his head wanders up and he’s on eye level with you again. Minho’s hand finds your face then, his fingers squishing your cheeks together roughly.

“Maybe I should just fuck the brat out of you, until you come to your senses, baby.”

Oh, God. Your underwear is practically sticking to you by now and you feel as if you have never been so wet before, just by some touches and a few little mean words from your enemy.

“Hm, I doubt that you could make me feel as good as you say.”

He chuckles. Minho lets his hand travel down your waist, glide over your hips, before it lands on your thighs. A moment later, he lifts you up and places you on top of his desk, standing between your legs now.

“You’re the one challenging me now?”

“Maybe…”

You’re not quite convinced and neither is he.

“You’re gonna regret this, doll.”

And you do, once his hand slips under your skirt and Minho wonders if you chose that outfit on purpose, knowing you have the same cliché desires that have been running on his mind since he became your professor.

You squirm in pleasure, when his fingertips collide with your underwear—as he finds the laces completely soaked, just for him.

“Pathetic little thing is all drenched just from a few touches, huh?”

He painfully slowly pushes the clothing aside, before two of his fingers start circling around your clit, finding your sensitive bud in an instant.

“Stop teasing, Minho, and just keep going already.”

He stops.

He brings his hand upwards again, as he aligns his fingers with your lips and you obediently part them for him, inviting him in just to taste yourself on his skin.

“I told you not to challenge me doll, do you get that?”

You want to talk back again, you really do.

But there are two problems.

One, he is shoving his fingers down your throat. Those pretty fingers that you weren’t able to take your eyes off just some minutes ago. And, well, this makes speaking a little hard.

Second, it seems as if you don’t want to anymore. You want to get to know the Minho that reacts to you finally listening to his words, obeying his rules and allowing him to take care of your body.

So, you nod.

He slides his fingers out of your mouth, the two digits covered into your saliva now, before he brings them right back between your legs.

But it’s not enough for him yet.

“Words, baby.”

He’s dangerously near to your aching hole now, circling around your entrance, ready to dip his fingers inside, both at once.

“Yes, I– I get that.”

You don’t want to stutter. But you can’t help it, when he’s teasing you like that.

“Are you gonna behave now and be a good girl?”

He pushes them inside and you immediately clench around them, your cunt sucking them in as if your body has been craving this exact touch for months. Not a complete lie, though.

“Y-Yes–“ you cry out, closing your eyes.

“Yes, what?”

And you know exactly what he needs to hear. One little word in addition.

“Yes, sir.”

He starts thrusting his fingers into you, stretching your walls so deliciously and when he grazes over that certain spot, curling his fingers inside you, you’re embarrassingly close after such a short amount of time.

“You like that, hm?”

You hastily nod, allowing a moan to spill from your lips.

“Sir–“ you whimper and Minho fears that he might cum in his pants when he hears you use that specific word on your own.

“N-Need more–“

His motions gain a slight bit of speed, as he curls his fingers inside you again.

“What do you need, doll?”

You cry out in pleasure, feeling the rope inside your lower stomach tighten to a knot, practically at the verge of snapping.

“Y-Your cock– inside me–“

He gives you the most mischievous smirk then, but you don’t notice, since your eyes are still closed in order to deal with the overwhelming sensation.

“Be a good girl and cum for me and I might consider it.”

And so you do. Your juices spill all over him, as your legs shake rapidly, your orgasm washing through your whole body. Minho makes sure to cover your mouth at the last second, when he realises how loud you’ve become.

“Good girl, such a good girl,” he praises you, while he helps you ride out your high before he pulls his fingers out of you and guides them towards your mouth again.

You grab his wrist with both your hands, guiding his digits into your mouths, as you suck them clean.

“You’re so smart, baby, such a quick learner. Just how I’ve expected it from you.”

You look at him with awaiting eyes then and it seems as if Minho is able to read your mind. He spins you around a second later and your ass crashes into his covered crotch, poking into your soft flesh.

He lifts your skirt up and you obediently slide your panties down completely now, as the fabric lands on the floor. In the meantime, he is fumbling with his belt, before he slides his pants and underwear down.

Minho gives his length a few strokes, while you spread your legs for him, your upper body meeting the wooden surface in front of you.

“You ready, doll?”

“Yes, sir.”

Minho is afraid that he will seriously cum within a few seconds, when he only pushes the tip inside, already feeling your cunt hugging him so tightly.

“Fuck– you’re big,” you cry out.

“Want me to stop?”

You hastily shake your head, “No, no. I’ll get used to it, don’t worry.”

That’s all he needs to slowly go further and once he is completely inside, he pulls out again, just to repeat his first step until he is bottoming you out fully.

Minho starts with a steady pace then, pounding his cock into you just how you’ve imagined all these lonely nights for the past twelve weeks. But the reality is a thousand times better, so much more satisfying than just the idea of it.

And he senses you enjoying it. After all, you’re clenching around him non-stop, all whilst begging for more and holding onto the table for dear life.

Whenever you get a little too loud, Minho makes sure to spank your pretty ass, just how he’s always wanted to. You’re sure, the skin will feel bruised tomorrow, but you don’t care at all.

You simply can’t. He’s taking over your mind completely, put you under a spell solely by fucking so deliciously into your aching hole, brushing over that spot from time to time, just how you adore it.

That’s the reason why, by now, only mindless babbling escapes your mouth, which Minho identifies as praise for him and little pleas that he should go even harder.

“I can’t believe a smart girl like you is turning dumb from my cock so easily,” he mocks you and you can’t help yourself but agree.

“You’re– so good at this,” you say, drooling all over the surface underneath you, “should have done this sooner.”

Minho picks up his pace then, now thrusting into you at a merciless speed and when you think your body is already overwhelmed enough, he brings two of his fingers between your legs again and starts massaging your clit.

That’s all you need to tip over the edge for a second time and for once again, Minho covers your mouth with his palm, when you get a little too loud.

“Good girl, just like that,” he whimpers and you can sense his movements getting sloppier, too. After all, you’re clenching around him without an end and your pretty little moans don’t help him stretch that moment further.

So, Minho pulls out at the last moment, gives his cock a few more strokes before his seeds spill all over your ass, painting your skin so beautifully. Your name slips out of his mouth like a mantra, repeated over and over again and for a moment you consider covering his lips as well.

He admires the view one last time, before he searches around in his office and finds some paper tissues to clean the both of you with. After he’s tugged his softening cock into his boxers again and put on his pants, he helps you into your own clothing, touching you all carefully, as if he is afraid to hurt you.

“Do you need anything? Are you alright, doll?”

You nod and give him a satisfied smile.

“So…” he starts then, thoughts trailing off as if he’s afraid of  the same one thing again—rejection.

“I was thinking… I could take you out on a date, if you like.”

He’s so adorable. So versatile. It makes you want to get to know him better. More of Minho. The real Minho.

“I’d like that, Mr Lee.”

Caused by shyness washing all over him, Minho covers his face with his hands, but you pull them away.

“Don’t get shy now. I just think it’s hilarious you’ve got a sir kink.”

He gains some confidence then, getting a little closer to you.

“Don’t test me with your teasing, brat.”

AUTHOR'S NOTE: for my almost 1 year anniversary on here I wanted to rewrite my first ever story! oh lord, that was a cringe experience but at least I improved my skills lol the original one also had 6K instead of 10K words and I don't know what I should think about that. thank you for reading. If you enjoyed this story, please consider reblogging it and sharing your thoughts with me—there are no limits, from keyboard smashes to long essays, every kind comment is dearly appreciated and the number one motivation for authors to keep going.

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Mine

After breaking up with his girlfriend because she isn't satisfying him in bed, Sunghoon quickly realizes what an asshole he is and that he wants needs her back.

Word count: idk? thousands hun, thousands you're gonna be here a while 🤷🏾‍♀️

🔞🚫⚠️🚨MDNI!🚨⚠️🚫🔞

Warnings ⚠️: NSFW, Sunghoon is a jerk lol he's toxic af, meandom!Sunghoon, posessive!Sunghoon, humiliation!!!, dacryphilia, spanking, degradation!!!!, overstimulation, brat!reader, brat tamer!Sunghoon ,pet names(beautiful, doll, pretty, princess, baby etc), DIRTY TALK, cum play, oral, jealousy etc not proofread cuz girl it was just too much. Just ignore any grammatical mistakes it's not that deep lol

Sunghoon irritably swiped the stubborn tears falling from his eyes before taking his fourth shot of the night. He was drunk as hell and miserable. It had been nearly a month since he and his girlfriend had split, and at first he was fine. But as time passed, instead of moving on he felt more heartbroken then ever. And it was all his fault.

He had been stuck between a rock and a hard place. He loved his significant other, he really truly did. They were opposites in just about every way, but she complimented him perfectly. Everything about her was amazing to him, she was his perfect match.

Except in bed.

She had been a virgin when they first got together, so sweet and innocent. And because Sunghoon loved her, he was gentle and soft with her the first time. And the time after that. And the next time too. Until he was trapped in a never ending cycle of soft sex and weak orgasms. She was inexperienced, and he worried that if she knew how nasty he really was in bed she'd be disgusted with him. But he didn't want to continue to have his desires remain unsatisfied either. And it's not like he never wanted the lovey-dovey shit. He just preferred to have nasty, borderline disrespectful sex first, and afterwards he'd cuddle his baby and tell her how much he loved her.

And Sunghoon knew that there was probably a better way to have had this conversation with her. But he was never really good with words. Which is how they ended up breaking up in the first place. He could still hear the anger, the embarrassment in her sweet voice.

"What do you mean you're not satisfied?"

"I'm not trying to start an argument. But our sex life is.... bland? It's just... not necessarily....fun for me." He cringed internally as he remembered his words. Of course that would start an argument. It kept going back and forth between them until she looked at him with watery eyes.

"Well if I'm not satisfying you, then maybe you should go find someone who can," He knew she didn't mean it. But he called her bluff anyway.

"Maybe I will. Because you're shit in bed," He could see her heart breaking. Was he dumb? Why would he say something like that to her? Her eyes got big in shock before her hand covered her mouth to muffled the sob that came out. He squeezed his eyes shut. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.

"I....I didn't mean that-"

"Get out." Her voice wobbled.

"No, I-"

"Get. Out!"

So he left. He left thinking that they just needed a minute to cool down and then they'd be able to talk it out. But then a day passed. Three days, and forty-seven missed calls. A week later and Jay was going to her apartment to collect all of Sunghoon's things because she didn't want him anywhere near her anymore. His entire life had turned upside down. He handled it well at first, but as the days went on it got harder instead of easier. Every little thing reminded him of her absence and how dumb he was for screwing up the one thing in his life that was effortlessly right. He thought about her constantly, when he'd come home after a long day at the studio to an empty bed and no dinner waiting for him on the table. When he'd be dying to share some exciting news with her only to remember she had blocked his number. When he felt like he was a total failure wanting to fall apart and his favorite shoulder to cry on was no longer available. And now a month later and Sunghoon was so distraught over the situation that he was getting drunk for the fifth night in a row.

"Sung-....Sunghoon hyung?" He could barely open his teary eyes, but he recognized Sunoo's voice.

"What?" He bit back.

"You're crying..." They were at a relatively nice restaurant, and the sight of him crying and throwing back shots was probably less than appetizing. He couldn't care less.

"Yeah, no shit. I'm miserable. I miss her so fucking bad," He hated the way everyone kept looking at him sympathetically. Like he was a sick puppy or something.

"You shouldn't have been such a dick to her then," He knew Jay was right. While everyone else pitied him, Jay and Heeseung felt no empathy for him.

"Jay is right. So stop that crying shit. You did this to yourself," Sunghoon was just about to tell both of them to fuck off when Niki spoke in a soft voice.

"Sunghoon hyung, isn't that your ex-girlfriend?" His eyes shot wide open.

"Where?!" He followed the direction of Niki's finger, only to find HIS woman sitting at a table with another man.

She was smiling, completely engrossed in whatever the man was saying to her. He watched as the man ran one of his disgusting fingers down her bare arm. She leaned closer to him, cleavage on full display as she toyed with her necklace. When she bit her lip, looking up at him through her pretty lashes, Sunghoon snapped. He promptly stole Jungwon's tall glass of water, downing it in seconds. The combination of shock and ice water in his system sobered him up a bit. But not a lot. He was still very much drunk enough to stand up from his table, marching over to her with determination. He ignored his friends calling for him to stop, knowing his actions were embarrassing the heck out of them.

"What the fuck is this!?" She jumped a little in surprise as his hands slammed down onto her table.

"S- Sunghoon? What are you-"

"I'm crying my eyes out, despondent over you and you're out on a fucking date?!"

"Well, what was I supposed to do? Sit around and mope over my asshole of an ex-boyfriend? Fuck you. I'm happy without you." She leaned forward to look around him.

"Jaeyun! Jaeyun, come get your friend. He's drunk and he's embarrassing all of us," Jake looked like he'd have preferred the ground opening up and swallowing him whole.

"You're happy without me... you're happy without me?!" The commotion was only getting louder.

"Yes, Sunghoon. I am. Now go back to your table and let me enjoy the rest of my date in peace,"

That was a lie. Her date was boring at best. And the fact that he hadn't said a word or even looked at Sunghoon since this whole ordeal started irritated her. What a turn off.

"No, fuck you. How could you be going on a date a month after we split? How could you move on so fast from me like that? How!? Because I'll never be able to move on, I'm fucking heartbroken over you! You broke up with me before we could even try to fix our problems-" Sunghoon was feeling fully sober now.

"Sunghoon, just stop! The only problem that needed to be fixed in our relationship was you! This is ridiculous, we aren't getting back together so-"

"Excuse me, you're disturbing our other guests, we're going to have to ask both of you to leave, please."

Great.

"See what you fucking did, Sunghoon! This is your fault," She stood, snatching her coat and purse. Her date didn't move.

"Uhhhh... whatever this is between the two of you, I don't really want anything to do with it," He mumbled awkwardly. She didn't even respond, turning and leaving without another word.

"You're an idiot for not fighting for her," Sunghoon said bluntly. He turned back to his table to see his friends not moving.

"We're not leaving either. You want to act like an imbecile and get kicked out, that's fine. But you're on your own," Heeseung didn't even look up from his menu when he spoke. He knew the younger members would listen to him and stay because he was the oldest. Once again, Sunghoon didn't care. He had bigger fish to fry.

He followed her as she stomped out of the restaurant angrily.

"Hey! Get back here and explain what the fuck you thought you were doing going on a date?!"

"Stop following me! Have you not ruined my night- no, my life enough!?" She screamed at him as she angrily unlocked her car door.

"Answer my question. What the fuck are you doing on a date? Why aren't you depressed like me?!" Sunghoon threw the passenger side open, ducking down so he could see her as she slammed the door shut behind her.

"You know what, Sunghoon? I decided to go out with him so that I could fuck him. Is that what you want to hear? I wanted him to teach me how to please a man in bed. So that no man can ever hurt me the way that you did ever again." Sunghoon's eyes grew wide with shock and anger.

"...You were going to give that dumbass... my fucking pussy?" He grit out quietly between clenched teeth. And as much as she hated to admit it, he was kind of turning her on. She had never heard him talk like this before.

"I....it's not your's anymore. And you know what else? He wouldn't have been the first guy I've fucked since we broke up," She was lying straight through her teeth, just to rile him up.

"What did you say?" He had a crazed look in his eyes, that was both scary and sexy. Was she pushing him too far?

"I said he wouldn't have been the first guy I've fucked since we split. You told me I was shit in bed. So I've taken it upon myself to do some extensive research to learn how to satisfy any man's sexual appetite. And let's just say I haven't had any complai-" He crawled into her passenger seat wordlessly and slammed the door shut so hard that the whole car shook.

"How many?" His voice was low and frighteningly calm. She knew she probably should have given up the act at this point, but her pride wouldn't let her.

"H-how many wha-"

"How many fucking men have you given my cunt to?!" She jumped when he hollered. Yup. She had definitely pushed him too far.

"That's none of your business, Sunghoon. I'm not your's anymore-"

"Like hell you aren't. Drive."

"What? Sunghoon, you are not going back to my apartment." She felt him wrap a possessive hand around her thigh.

"Why not? Am I interrupting another dick appointment? You're going to take me back to that apartment right now. If anyone is gonna teach you how to fuck, it's gonna be me. I hope you're ready. Because I'm gonna fuck you over and over and over again. Until your throat hurts from crying and screaming my name, and your body is so weak and exhausted that you can't even move. Until you forget every other man you've been with because they could never pleasure you the way I can. Until you're stuffed so full of my cum that you have no choice but to acknowledge the fact that you. Are. Mine." The combination of his words and the death grip he had on her thigh was making her ruin her panties.

"Sunghoon... you can't t-talk to me like that. You never talked like this be-before," She stuttered breathlessly. Was she abnormal for thinking this was sexy?

"You were my good girl before. But do you think you deserve to be treated sweetly after going out and giving my pussy away to random men? No. You want to act like a whore, I'm going to treat you like one. Now I'm not going to fucking tell you again. Drive." She rolled her eyes, just to give him attitude.

"Whatever, Sunghoon. You're not fucking me though. That privilege has come and gone for you," She started her car, heart racing with anticipation.

"Keep fucking talking, little girl. Your ass is already in a shitload of trouble."

"What do you not understand about us not being together anymore? That shit might fly when you're in a relationship, but we aren't, Sunghoon. So you can talk shit if you want, but it doesn't mean anything. I'm single, so I do what I want now. And if I want to have a random hookup, I will. I guess you can come over for a bit so you can sober up but we're not having sex and that's it. There's nothing else to talk about."

The truth was that there had never been any other men. And she wanted his dick inside of her more than she wanted air to breathe. She could feel her wetness starting to spread, her lacy black thong sticking to her. When she pulled up to a stoplight she snuck a glance at him from the corner of her eye, smiling internally at how white his knuckles were turning from angrily gripping the door.

"You really think this relationship is over? You thought I would just let you go that easily? You'll never be done with me. Never. I don't give a single fuck. I don't fucking care if you're mad at me. We'll just have to figure out a way to work shit out because you're mine. No one else's. Just mine." She ignored him as she turned down the street onto her block. She parked outside her house, arms folded as she turned to look at Sunghoon.

"You can stay for just a little bit, Sunghoon. So you can sober all the way up. And then you need to leave, and I'm being dead serious."

"I'm already sober and I'll stay as long as I fucking want," He grumbled, stepping out of her car.

She closed her eyes with a sigh. How stubborn could he get? And what was she getting herself into? She gasped when he opened her door, extending his hand out for her. She took it, her entire body tingling at the smallest touch. He kept her small hand engulfed in his much bigger one, shooting her an icy glare when she tried to pull away. Her keys shook in her hand as she trembled, nervously unlocking her door and throwing her purse on the counter. She was putting her keys into the drawer when she felt him push up against her back.

"Sunghoon, I said we're not having sex, so don't even try it," She walked to the living room, trying to put distance between them. It was all for naught, seeing as he followed her.

"Sooo... it's ok to sleep around with strangers, but not with the man that fucking loves you? That makes no sense at all. I miss you, baby. I miss you so fucking bad. Don't you miss me too?" His voice was soft, but the look in his eyes said she'd better think carefully about her answer. Her heart fluttered a bit at his declaration of love, but she forced herself not to focus on that.

"Sit down and make yourself comfortable I guess. I'm going to take a shower," She booked it to her room, desperate to have space between them. She locked herself in, taking a deep breath as she heard the TV turn on. With the door locked she felt comfortable enough to strip naked and make her way into her bathroom. She turned the water on, admiring her body in the mirror as she waited for it to get hot. Even though she hadn't slept with anyone since Sunghoon, she had taken all the necessary steps to prepare herself for sleeping with her date. She had had every intention of giving it a go with her date tonight, but Sunghoon appearing out of the blue helped her to see that she didn't want to give herself to anyone else. Of course she still loved Sunghoon. And she missed him too. Missed their late night talks, and cooking for him. She missed the way butterflies erupted in her stomach when he held her close. Missed his soft pink lips kissing her, and the way he spolied her. But after how he had treated her, she was really going to make him work to get her back. She stepped into the shower, mind on overload about how to handle her current situation.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon was both silently fuming and nervous. He was so angry that he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back and give her that same old flowery, lovey-dovey sex that she seemed so fond of. He was going to punish her for hurting him and sleeping with other men. And he hoped the rough way he planned on manhandling her didn't scare his sweet, innocent baby away. The TV was blank noise in the background of his thoughts. What was he doing sitting here when she was naked and wet in the shower? He promptly got up, walking to her door and attempting to turn the knob. Locked. He grinned in amusement. Did she think this was enough to keep him away from her? Sunghoon had found one of her bobby pins and picked the lock within five minutes. Apparently she had been so confident in him staying on the other side of that door that she hadn't even closed the door to her bathroom. He walked right in, watching as she rubbed a sudsy loofah all over her body. Fuck. How did he ever give this up? He looked around the familiar bathroom, noticing a pretty lacy thong ontop of a basket. He snatched it up, determining that she had just taken it off as it was still warm from the heat of her body. And wet. He licked at the crotch of her panties, eyes fluttering as he tasted her arousal. He sat back and watched her for a while, his hand roughly palming his dick over his slacks.

"I watched him touching you. Back at the restaurant. I saw that dickhead put his hands on you." She squealed in surprise, hiding behind her hands to cover herself up.

"Sunghoon, get the fuck out! What are you doing!?"

"Make sure you scrub every molecule of his DNA off of your body before I fuck you, Princess."

"Didn't I say we weren't fucking? How did you even get in here? I told you..." Her sentence trailed off as he began to unbutton his shirt.

Fuck. She had almost forgotten just how sexy Sunghoon was. With his shirt off and him staring into her eyes as he unbuckled his belt, she felt a familiar tingle in the pit of her stomach. Once he was naked, he pushed her back into the shower, entering in behind her. She stood there covering up her body with her hands, trying to will herself into kicking him out for good. But as his hands pushed hers away from hiding her body she knew this was inevitable.

"Come here," She obeyed embarrassingly quick, her wet body pushing up against his. He wrapped one arm around her waist, and with his other hand took a firm hold of her chin, tilting her head back to look up at him.

"Green means keep going, yellow means you're feeling unsure, and red means stop immediately. If you say yellow, we'll pause and you'll tell me why you're feeling unsure. If I determine you're only saying yellow to be a brat, I will punish you. If you say red, then we're done for the night, so don't say that shit if you don't mean it. Do you understand?" She nodded hesitantly.

"Words, Princess. If I ask you a question, you answer me."

"I- yes I understand,"

"Good. Color?"

This was her last chance. She could say red and he'd leave her alone. He'd leave her apartment and she could forget this entire night ever happened. After everything he had said to her, he certainly didn't deserve her compliance. He didn't deserve a second chance at all. What he had said to her would remain in the back of her head for the rest of her life. She'd never forget how badly his words had hurt her. He no longer had the right to do this to her.

"Green," She could've said red. But she didn't want to. He leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to her lips.

"I've missed you, Doll. I love you. Missed you so much," He mumbled against her lips.

"I missed you too," She whispered back, melting for him.

"I think I missed you more. See... while we were split up...I was loyal to you always. It never even crossed my mind to go out and fuck around behind your back. Even though I could've. Could've gone out and had a hundred girls taking turns sucking my dick. But I only get hard for you, baby. My dick only wants you. But it seems like that's the first thing you did," His hand went from gripping her chin to wrapping around her throat.

"Tell me, Love. Did you enjoy it? Whoring around behind my back. Letting strangers stretch my pretty pussy open around their dicks. Did you think about me while they were fucking you?" Flustered couldn't even begin to describe how she was feeling.

"I...I um-,"

"Did you let them cum inside my fucking cunt?"

"N-no! No, Sunghoon," She thought about telling him she lied about the other men, but she was too embarrassed.

"Good. Get down on your knees, slut. I'm gonna make a mess all over that pretty princess face." She got down on her knees, the water splashing off the tile and sprinkling her face. He tangled a wet hand in her hair, yanking her forward. He rubbed his aching shaft all over her face, moaning as she placed a gentle kiss wherever he allowed her too.

"I saw that pretty black thong you had on tonight. It was soaking wet from your sloppy little cunt. Did you make that mess in your panties for me, baby? Or someone else?" He grinned as she looked up at him with wide, shocked doe eyes, her pupils dilated with arousal.

"For you, Sunghoon,"

"Say it, slut,"

"My um.... my sloppy little cunt made a mess in my panties for you, Sunghoon," This was going better than expected for Sunghoon. He had honestly expected her to stick her little prudish nose in the air and tell him to go fuck himself. But the way she was following his directions and admitting she was wet for him showed him that she was a lot nastier than he had thought.

"Good girl. Open wide, Doll," She had never done this before, not even with Sunghoon. But in an attempt to keep her lie up, she opened wide and sucked his dripping tip into her mouth.

"I'm going to train that throat to take every single inch of my cock. Look up at me so I can watch those pretty eyes water while I fuck your pretty face." She moaned in response, sending a shiver down his spine.

"That's right, baby doll. Moan on my dick. Relax your throat so I can go in deeper," She did her best to follow his instructions, gagging as she felt him near the back of her throat.

"Oh fuck. That feels so fucking good when you gag, baby. Can I make you gag again? Huh, Love?" She mumbled a muffled,'mhm'. So he pressed deeper into her mouth again, moaning as she violently gagged around him.

"Look at you, Doll. So pretty. I love you. I love my pathetic little whore. You can't even take a few inches down your throat, can you? I guess the men you've been messing around with haven't been as big as me, huh?" She shook her head.

"No? You get down on your knees for them as well? Seems like you were always too shy to get down and suck me off, but you could do it for strangers? Never again, baby. No one else will ever get to see how pretty my little slut looks with a dick in her mouth." She was painfully aware of the ache growing between her legs. She had never been particularly interested in oral sex, but the feeling of his warm, throbbing member on her tongue was making her so hot.

"Well? Show me what you learned, Doll. Since you're so experienced now." She was starting to panic a little. She had no clue how to suck a dick. She was slow, timid at best. She pressed soft kisses to his tip, wrapping her tiny hand around his girth and stroking gently.

"You're too gentle. It's sweet, but it's not what I want." He wrapped his hand around hers, squeezing his dick and stroking roughly with her hand. He groaned and at first she thought she might have hurt him, but the way he was biting his lip told her otherwise.

"Spit on it," If she had been wearing pearls she would have clutched them. She leaned forward, tentatively spitting on his head. He smirked as he looked down at her.

"Open," She opened her mouth only to have him shove his fingers into the back of her throat. She gagged, mouth filing with saliva. She spit it into his waiting hand, watching as he used it to coat his shaft. He wrapped her fingers back around his length.

"Now stroke it. Just like I showed you."

She nodded, gripping him in a tight fist and squeezing as she massaged his length.

"Fuck. Much better." He panted. She felt just a tinge of pride at being able to make him feel good. He hummed softly, hips beginning to fuck into her fist.

"Suck on the head, Doll." She obliged, taking his fat, throbbing head into her mouth. It felt smooth and warm on her tongue, and she couldn't stop herself from moaning at the slightly salty taste. Her tongue swirled circles around him, stopping to massage his frenulum.

"Fuck. Just like that, Doll. Keep stroking and sucking my dick so I can cum all over that pretty face," She moaned back in response, the vibration of her lips around his sensitive head pushing him to the edge.

"Shit. I'm gonna cum. Look up at me. Let me see those pretty eyes while I ruin that gorgeous face," He pulled out of her mouth, fucking into her fist faster and faster until he could feel his balls tensing up with his release.

"Shit! Ohhhh fuuuuuuucck," He groaned as his aching tip spewed hot white cum onto her face. He nutted everywhere but in her eyes, gasping in disbelief at how hot she looked dripping in his seed. He rubbed his head against her wet lips, a few final drops leaking out of him as she kissed it. She licked his cum off of her lips and the sight was enough to have him beginning to harden again.

He turned the water off and stepped out, dragging her along with him. She reached for a small towel, which he immediately snatched from her.

"Don't even think about wiping it off. You're gonna keep my cum on your face until I give you permission to clean it up. Look at yourself," She turned to look at herself in the semi foggy mirror, immediately closing her eyes in embarrassment.

"Open your eyes, Princess. Look at how nasty you look covered in my cum." She opened her eyes at his demand.

He stood behind her in the mirror, big hands massaging her shoulders, as he kissed her neck and whispered in her ear. He licked a stripe across her cheek, gathering his cum on his tongue. He tangled a hand in her hair and yanked so hard she gasped, giving him the opportunity to spit his cum into her mouth. He stared into the mirror, giving her an open mouth kiss, his cock twitching as he watched them play with his cum on their tongues, passing it back and forth between their mouths.

"What a filthy fucking whore. Look at yourself. Dripping in my seed. Lips swollen from sucking dick. You've certainly come a long way from that shy little virgin you used to be, huh? I bet you like it. Feeling like my dirty little slut. You like being used like a toy, don't you Doll?"

"Yes...b-but..." He quirked an intrigued brow.

"But what?"

"I only like being... nasty with you," A shiver ran down his spine.

"Yeah? That's because you're mine. Even if your mouth won't admit it..." His hand snaked in between her thighs to rub harsh circles on her quivering clit.

"...This pretty little cunt knows exactly who it belongs to." She gasped, unsure whether she wanted to run away from his rough hands or push her hips into them.

"Say it, pretty. Tell me who you belong to," He bent her over the counter roughly, his hand coming down against her ass like lightening.

"Oh! Y- you, Sunghoon," He didn't miss the way her slit gushed and clenched when he spanked her. So he did it again and again, making her arch her back and moan. He grabbed a cheek in both hands and spread her open, salivating at the sight of her oozing hole clenching.

"Mmm. Pussy is fuckin' wet. What's got you all soaked, Babe? Did your little pussy get wet from sucking my dick? Or the dirty talk? Hmm? Or is it from getting spanked?" He toyed with her sticky cunt as he talked, bringing his wet fingers to his mouth.

"Hmm, all of it, Sunghoon. It's you. I'm all wet because of you. I had no idea you were so fucking nasty, it's turning me on so bad, Hoon. I....I wanna be a good little whore for you, baby. Please? Let me be your dirty little slut." Sunghoon was eating her pussy from behind before she could finish talking.

"You're driving me insane. Put your leg up on the counter so I can eat you, baby," She did as told, arching her back and riding his face. His arm wrapped around her hip, his middle finger easily finding her aching clit. He rubbed it in fast hard circles, grinning as her hips began to rut into his hand.

"Su-Sunghoon!" She whimpered. His tongue circled her tight entrance before he pulled back and spat onto her hole. She felt his rough, wet tongue entering inside of her. Sunghoon was burying his tongue so deep inside of her that the tip of his nose was brushing against her clenching sphincter.

"I hope you didn't let them eat you, baby. Because this is my pretty little princess pussy. All mine."

"No, I...I didn't let them e-eat me," The combination of his tongue flicking against her hole and his fingers rubbing frantically at her clit had her near the edge of orgasm already.

"Why, baby? Why didn't you let them taste you? You taste so fucking good. Sweet like candy. Tell me why you didn't let them eat you out,"

"Be...because...I...Sunghoon, I think I'm gonna cum," She could barely think straight enough to form her sentence. His other hand snaked up her leg, a long finger pushing inside of her soaked entrance. She immediately clenched around it, her body shaking as she got closer and closer to her release.

"Look in the mirror, Doll. Watch how pretty you look when you cum for me. And answer my fucking question. Why didn't you let them eat you out?"

"Because it's your fucking cunt," She sobbed in pleasure, watching her cum covered face contort as she came in his mouth. Her hips bucked forward, humping his fingers as her creamy juices flooded his palm. He rubbed her clit, fingering her through her climax, moaning to himself at the sight of her falling apart for him. He sure had missed the feeling of her cunt clenching and spasming in ecstasy. And he couldn't wait a minute longer to feel her around his dick.

"That's right, baby. Because it's mine. Put your leg down and bend over so I can fuck my juicy little cunt. Color?" She whimpered desperately, bending over the counter and pushing her ass back into him.

"Green. Please, Sunghoon I need you,"

"You need me? What do you need, baby? Tell me," He teased, grinding his cock into her ass.

"I need your....your dick inside of me. Please Hoon? I feel so empty. Want you to fill me up," She said shyly.

"Hmm, anything for you, Love." He hummed.

She was much shorter than him, so he bent at the knees and hoisted her up onto her tippy toes so that his cock lined up with the entrance of her cunt. He gripped his girthy member, his tip kissing her sensitive entrance. He rubbed it against her hole, moaning as her juices coated his head. He looked in the mirror, his eyes finding hers as he slowly sunk into her inch by inch. Her face scrunched as she stretched around his dick for the first time in weeks. When his hips finally settled against the cushion of her ass, he sighed contently, feeling like he had finally come home. He rested against her for a moment to collect himself and give her time to adjust to the stretch. She nibbled her lip anxiously. She went back and forth in her head, before she decided it was safe to tell him about her little lie.

"S-Sunghoon?" She whispered, wiggling a bit against him.

"Oh fuck....yes, baby?" He whispered back breathlessly, eyes squeezing shut at the pleasure.

"I gotta tell you something. But don't get mad, ok?" His eyes opened, narrowing at her.

"What?"

"Um...remember how I said that I've been f-fucking other men? I lied. There was never anyone else. Just you. I just wanted to make you jealous and-"

"You lied to me about fucking other men?"

"Um... Yes. But only because-"

"You lied to me. About whether or not you let some other man's dick use my fucking pussy? Do you know how pissed I was, thinking about you giving other men what belongs to me? That's fucking unacceptable. Don't you ever do that shit again, you hear me?"

"Yes, Sunghoon," She nodded. There was something so humiliating about being reprimanded like a child, but it also kind of turned her on. He tugged her back roughly so that her back was against his chest. His left hand trapped both of her wrist in between them, behind her back, and his right hand wrapped around her throat.

"You did that shit on purpose. You wanted to make me jealous? Well mission accomplished. Why should I even believe you? Huh? Why should I believe you haven't been whoring around behind my back?" He whispered in her ear, staring into her eyes through the mirror.

"I haven't been!" She groaned, cunt gushing around him. Even though she knew she was in trouble, the thought of him taking his anger out on her had her dripping around his length.

"You sure? I can feel your pussy soaking my dick. This turns you on, doesn't it? You dirty fucking slut. You probably get wet like this for everyone, don't you, baby?"

"No, just you, Sunghoon." She was shaking, desperate for him to move.

"Sunghoon, fuck me. Please? It feels like it's been forever since I had your dick inside me. Please, baby?" She begged, doing her best to grind back onto him.

"Promise me. Promise me you're telling the truth." He demanded, holding his pinky out towards her. She thought it was a bit silly, but also adorable. She wrapped her little finger around his, struggling a bit because he was still gripping her wrist behind her back, before speaking.

"I promise, Sunghoon. There's never been anyone else but you, not even once."

This was apparently enough for him, because as soon as the words left her mouth he was bending her back over the sink, pulling out and thrusting back in at a punishing pace. The sound of his hips smacking into her ass filled the room, accompanied by the squelching of her drooling pussy. She had never felt him like this before, fucking into her so roughly and choking her while he leaned down to whisper dirty things in her ear.

"Fuck, yes! This is what I've been fucking craving," He growled like an animal. The rougher he was the wetter she got, her juices dripping down his balls and onto his inner thighs.

"Does it feel good, whore? You like taking my dick from behind? You look so fucking pretty stuffed full of my cock and dripping in my cum. Such a pretty little whore for me,"

"Yes, it feels so fucking good, baby. My pussy is so fucking wet for you," She slurred, eyes rolling back.

"Fuck. So fucking pretty. I love watching those titties bounce while I fuck you. I can see my dick in your tummy, baby. Can you feel me? Can you feel me deep in your guts?" She tried to touch him, only to realize that he was still gripping her wrists.

"Fucking me so deep, Hoonie. Does my pussy feel good? So fucking wet for you..." Hearing her talk dirty to him only made him pummel her gash harder and faster.

"Pussy feels so fucking tight and warm and wet, fuuuuck." He babbled brainlessly.

If they had been fucking like this from the start, they'd have never split. She moaned at his fucked out, dazed expression in the mirror, grinding back into his dick. His head fell back as his breathe quickened. It was too soon for him to cum, but if he kept going at this pace then he knew it'd be over fairly soon. So he slowed down, dragging his dick along her walls slowly but roughly. On one particular thrust she shot up, her back arching as she squealed.

"Oh my- what the fuck is that spot?! It feels so fucking good! What the fuck is that?!" His eyes darkened with lust.

"That feel good, baby? Did I hit your g-spot?" Now that he had figured out the perfect angle to hit it at, he obliterated it, fucking into her with deep, hard strokes. She tried to pull her hips away from him, her eyes welling up with tears of pleasure.

"Don't fucking run from it. You stay still and take every inch of my dick, slut." She tried to listen, but the way he was choking her and fucking her, and whispering dirty things had an orgasm building up within her that she was almost afraid to experience.

"It's too much... I'm- I'm gonna fucking..." She gasped as the overwhelming feeling of needing to pee struck her. Before she could ask him to stop, her eyes were rolling back and her pussy was squirting all over her bathroom counter and floor. Her legs gave out, Sunghoon catching her and holding her trembling body up as he continued to pound into her g-spot. She was getting fucked dumb, passed the point of words, tears steaming down her cheeks as she sobbed in pleasure. It seemed like it lasted forever, and when she finally came to, Sunghoon was thrusting shallowly into her quivering cunt and stroking her curls. She was once again rendered speechless as her sensitive cunt throbbed around him.

"Where are your manners, baby? Don't you think you should say thank you for this big, hard cock fucking you dumb and making you squirt like a whore? Huh?"

"Th....thank-" She stuttered, moaning as he began thrusting wildly into her again. It then dawned on her that he hadn't reached his orgasm yet.

"Please. Sunghoon, stop! I'm so sensitive," He ignored her, reaching around and rubbing her clit in tight little circles with his middle and ring fingers. She tried to close her legs around his hand, but a sharp spank had her spreading her legs again. She was dizzy from her first orgasm, and so worked up and sensitive that she could feel a second one coming in hot.

"Say thank you to me for making you fucking squirt. That shit was so fucking sexy. I love watching you shake and cum on my dick." He moaned, desperate for his own release.

"Th- thank you! Thank you, Daddy!" She cried, pussy spasming around him as she came again.

Daddy? Upon hearing that, Sunghoon couldn't hold back. The enticing feeling of her warm hole sucking and massaging his cock sent him over the edge. His eyes rolled back, fingers tugging roughly on her locks as he stilled, spilling his seed inside of her. He moaned lewdly as he shot rope after rope of cum inside her cunt, finally finding relief. It had been weeks since he felt the alluring pulsating of her cunt around him, and he knew he could never give it up again. He pulled out with a shiver, already missing her wet heat. When she looked up at him through the mirror, face dripping in his seed, he chuckled to himself. He snatched his slacks up from the ground, digging his phone out of his pocket. He opened his camera up, and angled it so he could see her messy face in the mirror, and her leaking cunt at the same time. And then he took the picture.

"Smile for the camera, whore." She squeezed her eyes shut at that, humiliated and turned on beyond words. He dropped his phone back on the counter when he was satisfied with his picture.

"Stand up. And if you let a drop of my cum spill out, I will fuck you until you cry. Again." He turned her around, placing a sweet kiss on her cum covered lips. He grabbed a rag, running it under warm water and using it to wipe her face clean. Once her face was completely free of any residual makeup and cum, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. He picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, lips still connected.

"I'm not done with you yet, baby doll. Come on, let's go get in bed," He laid her out across the bed, making sure she was resting comfortably on the pillows. The cold sheets felt good against their over heated bodies. He hovered over her, placing gentle kisses all over her. He grabbed the fancy smelling lotion from her bedside table, using it as an excuse to rub her body down from head to toe. She laid there, stretched out for him like the spoiled pillow princess she was, grinning as he pampered her. She missed this aspect of their relationship. He always treated her like royalty.

"You did such a good job for me, baby. I'm so proud of my pretty princess," He smiled placing a kiss to her chest.

"All mine." He whispered, trailing kisses down her body. "Mine, mine, mine,"

"I think you deserve a treat for being such a good slut for me. So you just lay back and let me do all the work, OK? Daddy's gonna eat this pussy until you cream." She didn't know how much more she could take. But she spread her legs wider and ran a shaky hand through Sunghoon's hair nonetheless. He looked up at her through love stricken eyes, teasingly rubbing his lips against her smooth, soft mound.

"I love you, Doll."

"I love you, too, baby,"

"So that means we're back together?" He asked slyly, lapping at her clit. She mewled, her free hand gripping a hardened nipple between her pointer finger and thumb.

"No," She smiled internally. "I never said that." His brows knitted in confusion.

"But you love me? So why are we not together?" He upped the ante, suckling her clit into his mouth in hopes it'd make her change her mind.

"Mmm fuck. Because you're an asshole and you made me cry. And you never even said sorry," She moaned.

"Well consider this my formal apology,"

He devoured her overworked little button, spitting and licking and sucking until her head spun. She felt two fingers slip inside of her, sliding through his cum to reach her abused g-spot. The tips of his fingers massaged her spot gently, as his mouth sucked the puffy lips of her cunt. He continued fucking her with his fingers as he spoke.

"We don't have to be together. But we're not seeing anyone else, either. Understand?" He returned to licking roughly over her sensitive bud.

"Mmm, Sunghoon. I'll do whatever I want. You can't control me. You can't stop me from going out with other men. You can't tell me...mmm...what to do," She moaned, thoroughly enjoying giving him a hard time.

"Oh, I can't?" He gave one last deep, loving suckle to her clit before pulling his fingers out and sitting up.

"And here I thought you were finally ready to be my good girl. I should've known better, huh?"

"You really should've," She nodded, grinning cheekily.

"You think this is funny?"

"I think it's funny that you think you can control me outside of this bedroom. I might be submissive in here, but once we leave this room, I'm going to flex all the new skills you're teaching me, if you know what I mean. You know what they say; the best way to get over someone is to get under somebody else," It took everything in her not to laugh at the expression on his face as she teased him.

"Under somebody el- Oh, hell no. You've completely lost your fucking mind. You obviously need to be put in your place. You've been a bad girl. I think you need to be spanked," She gasped as he suddenly yanked her up. The room seemed to be spinning just a bit before she ended up over his knees.

"Color?"

"Green,"

"Good. You're going to count each spank and when you've had enough, you'll apologize for being a brat, understand?" He asked, his left hand holding her steady at the small of her back. Something told her that now probably wasn't the best time to keep teasing him.

"Yes," As soon as the word left her mouth, she felt his hand come down like fire across her ass. And it hurt, but as she caught a glimpse of them in the mirror across the room, she felt a deep ache in the pit of her stomache.

"One,"

Another swift smack to her ass, the force of his hand making her plump flesh jiggle in a way that had his dick throbbing.

"Two,"

Another smack has her wriggling in his lap, her plush thighs stroking his hard length. He fought back a moan before lifting his hand again.

"Three,"

Though Sunghoon enjoyed the sound of his palm meeting her plump flesh, he much preferred the sound of his hips smacking into her ass as he fucked her.

"F-four,"

He would've never pegged her as a pain slut, but as her hips raised up against his palm in a silent plea for more, a dark grin spread across his face. She was even more fun than he had fantasized.

"Fi-five,"

It came out in a desperate moan, as she alternated between attempting to grind her clit into the meat of his thighs and pushing her ass into his palm.

"Six, f-fuck! Seven,"

She was crumbling already. Her teary eyes staring expectantly at him, waiting for more.

"Eight....oh! nine,"

He could see the way her cunt was clenching and unclenching, desperate to be filled. Her creamy, milky arousal was gushing out of her wet slit, begging him to take her.

"Fuck! Ten, Daddy. Please, I'm sorry!" She whined pathetically, thighs rubbing together as she searched for relief.

"Aww, poor baby. Have you had enough already, slut? Are you that desperate to get stuffed full of my cum again?"

"You're so full of yourself. I can always just finish myself off. I could probably make myself cum just as hard as you can, if not harder," She giggled knowing damn well she'd do just about anything to have him inside of her again.

"You're such a fucking brat. Let's see if I can fuck that attitude out of you. Get on your knees and get my dick nice and wet."

She slid off of his lap, taking his length into her hands and dribbling onto his tip. She was taken completely by surprise when his hand came up to the back of her head and pushed down, forcing her mouth down his shaft. She gagged, eyes immediately welling up as her mouth filled with saliva. He pulled out, dragging her onto the bed, and laying her flat on her back. He hooked both of her legs around his shoulders, bending her in half as he teasingly ground his dick into her snatch.

"Do you really think you can pleasure yourself better than me? Or are you just talking shit to piss me off? Because if I wanted to, I could ruin you, little girl. I could fuck this pussy so good you'll never want another dick for the rest of your life. I could make you ache and crave for me, desperate for the type of relief that only my dick can give you. Is that what you want? Will that make you behave for me?" She felt a fresh gush of wetness oozing out at his words.

"You sure can try, Hoon," His eyes darkened, jaw clenching tight.

"You asked for it,"

He reached between their bodies, lining his tip up with her entrance. She was so tight and wet in this position that he could barely focus enough to begin pushing his tip in. He sunk the rest of his cock into her in one swift thrust, his ego puffing up at the way her legs had already started to tremble in pleasure. He stayed inside her, buried to the hilt as he kissed and sucked her neck. He remained still as he marveled at the way the hickeys bloomed across her pretty brown skin as she whined in frustration.

"One last thing, baby doll,"

"What, Sunghoon? Just fuck me!"

"Be patient," He snapped. 'You'll have the rest of your life to cum on my dick,' He thought to himself.

"Before we fuck, we have to clear some shit up. It's driving me fucking crazy. I don't fucking share. So I have to know that we're exclusive. I know I was a total asshole, but I'd like to think we're even now. I said some messed up shit, you told me you were fucking other men. So let's just put it behind us, and agree that you're mine again, yeah?"

"I could say yes to that, but that'd be making it way too easy for you." She smiled an evil smile as she clenched around his dick.

And it seemed as though Sunghoon had truly had enough of her brattiness, because at first he didn't say a single word in response. Instead he wrapped one big hand around the base of her throat and the other gripped the back of her thigh, dragging his hips away from hers antagonizingly slow.

"You really don't get it, do you, sweetheart? I'm only asking you to be nice. In reality, you don't have a fucking choice. You're mine and there's no other way around it. I don't care if you're mad at me, I don't care if you say you hate me, I don't care if we break up a billion times. Because guess what? At the end of the day, you and I will never be over,"

With that, he pushed back in with a sharp thrust, so deep inside of her she swore she could feel him in her throat. He was merciless, fucking her into the mattress so hard that the bed was shaking. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he'd ever get to experience this level of pleasure and satisfaction with her. The way her juices kept flowing around him was beginning to make a mess on the sheets. She could feels her eyes welling up, tears of pleasure streaming down her face as he pummeled her gash. She dug her nails into the hand wrapped around her throat, gasping as he struck that sensitive spot deep within her.

"Aww, are you crying? Already, Baby? How cute. Dick feels fucking good, huh? You look so sweet crying for my dick. 'M so fucking hard for you." He leaned close, kissing her tears away. He could feel her walls fluttering around him already.

"Don't you dare fucking cum," Her teary eyes were starting to roll back.

"S...Sunghoon..." She breathed, intoxicated by the feeling of his girthy hardness stretching her tight hole.

"You're dick drunk. And you had the audacity to say you could make yourself cum as hard as I can. You better not fucking cum, Doll, or I'll ruin your orgasm and overstimulate you until you pass out."

Her fingers wedged between then, rubbing her clit shakily. He snatched her trembling, wet fingers away, sucking them into his mouth and replacing them with his own. The feeling of his rough fingers circling over her tender bud was pushing her closer and closer to climax.

"I'm...I...." She tried to speak.

"You're what? You can barely even talk, princess. And you think you can live without getting dicked down by this big cock? Hmm? Fuck... Pussy is gripping my dick so fucking good. It hasn't even been five minutes, you pathetic little whore." She was leaking all over the bed at this point, a small wet patch gathering beneath her.

"Pl..ease..?" She begged brokenly.

"No." He turned his head, kissing the ankle that was thrown over his shoulder. Her legs were full on shaking at this point, her chest heaving as she panted. His hand slid from the base of her throat, roughly massaging one of her bouncing breast. He tugged at her hard, little nipples, biting his lip as her back arched.

"H-Hoon! I can't fuc....king....hold iiiit," Her hips were starting to buck up into his, her trembling hands gripping his biceps.

"You want me to let you cum?"

"Yes!"

"Then say you're fucking mine! In and outside this fucking bedroom!" Her wet eyes held that defiant spark that he was beginning to fall in love with.

"F....Fuck.....you.." She whimpered, eyes rolling back in her head as she started to orgasm. Sunghoon, however, was a man of his word, even though it took every shred of willpower in his body. He immediately stopped rubbing her clit and pulled out when he felt her walls start to convulse around him, ruining her orgasm. She tried to touch herself, but he gripped her wrists tightly in his hand, pinning her wrists to the bed with one hand and spreading her legs apart so she couldn't rub her thighs together with his other hand. She whined in dissatisfaction as he watched her convulsing hole drip for him.

"Oh, Love," He sighed, feigning disappointment as her orgasm faded.

"Now, I'll have to overstimulate you."

He reached into the table next to her bed, knowing she kept a silk headscarf in the top drawer. He used it to tie her hands together, loose enough so she wasn't in pain, but tight enough that she couldn't escape. This time, he folded her knees to her chest in a mating press, his thumb finding its place on her pulsing clit. She was still throbbing weakly when his member entered her again, a squeak leaving her mouth as he began fucking her sensitive cunt. She was way too sensitive for the way he was drilling into her, so sensitive that she was already cumming again two seconds into him fucking her.

"Ohhh fuuuuck, Sunghoon!" She squealed.

"That's my good girl. Cum on my cock. It feels good now, but I'm gonna make you cum until it hurts." Her juices made it easier for him to keep sliding in and out of her. He could feel her toes curling against his body as one orgasm rolled into the next, again and again until she was begging him for mercy.

"Please...I'm so fucking sorry, Daddy. I'll be a good girl!" She felt like she was on a different planet, so fucked out that she could barely think straight. She was so wet that she could hear a tiny audible splash everytime he fucked into her. It hardly even registered in her brain when he reached down, gathering her wetness on his fingers before smearing it across her face. He stuffed his fingers into her mouth, making her taste her creamy cum as she quivered around him. She couldn't believe his stamina, lasting through several of her orgasms without succumbing to his own. Her voice was hoarse from screaming and crying for him, her eyes unable to focus on anything as they kept rolling back into her head. Her face was a mess, decorated with tears and her own milky cum, brainless little pleas and raspy cries leaving her wet lips.

And Sunghoon had never been more in love in his entire life.

As he felt her approach another high, he pulled out, bending over and sucking her clit into his mouth, pushing her to climax once again. At the feeling of his lips engulfing her abused bud, she finally broke for him.

"I'm your's! I'm fucking your's," She sobbed, flooding his mouth with her sticky cum.

His hands balled the sheets into a tight fist, feeling deeply, intensely satisfied. He sucked her clit gently, her slick making a mess of his face. She peeked between her thighs, her overused cunt clenching as strings of her cum dripped from his wet lips and chin. He was silent as he rose above her again, spreading her thighs wide and settling in between them. His wide mushroom tip nudged her entrance again. She was so worn out from cumming, she imagined she'd die if he forced her to experience ecstacy again. She almost considered saying 'yellow'. Almost. But the look in his eyes, so determined and desperately in love, assured her that she could go just one more round to please him. She was too weak and exhausted to even move when he untied her hands. Too tired to even squirm as he pushed inside, dumbfounded at the way his dick continued to stretch her to perfection. He rested his forehead against hers, noses brushing against each other softly.

"You mean it?" He whispered, quiet as a mouse.

"Yes," She whispered back.

"For a minute there, I thought you'd never stop being a brat,"

"Oh, I won't. I'll just be your brat."

"I can live with that." He kissed her gently, first her lips and then all over her face.

"I love you, Sunghoon," All of a sudden he felt butterflies in his stomach.

"I love you more, baby. I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it at all. And I'm sorry for making you cry. I never meant to hurt you, baby. You know I love you, don't you? That I'd do anything for you..." Her tired arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him flush against her body as he began to thrust.

"I know, Hoon. I know." She shuddered, lips sucking hickies into the crook of his neck.

He whimpered out a moan, finally able to focus on achieving his own climax. It had been pure torture for him to fuck her through climax after climax, feeling her tighten and pulse and soak his length over and over again. He was harder than he'd ever been in his life, his pink tip aching and dripping precum all inside of her. His head was buried in her neck, inhaling the sweet smell of her lotion, sex, and sweat.

"Fuck. Feels so fucking good. Don't know what you do to me, baby," He grunted, wishing he could stay in this moment with her forever.

The feeling of her tender, overworked walls around him felt so good, a loud gasp escaping him as she mustered up her last bit of strength to wrap her legs around his waist. She gripped the hairs at the back of his nape, pulling him back until he was looking into her eyes.

"Fucking me so good, Daddy. I had no idea how good it could be..." She murmered, staring into his dazed, hooded eyes.

She knew from that faraway look in his gaze, the slight shuddering of his body, that he was close. Meanwhile, Sunghoon could only describe the sensation he was feeling as an almost out of body experience. His strokes were becoming sloppy and uneven, his sight blurring from the way his eyes kept switching between rolling back and fluttering closed.

"Ready, baby? Ready to take my cum deep inside your wet little cunt? I wish you'd cum with me. Do you think you can? One more time, Doll. For me? Mmm, I fucking love you so much," He slurred, pussy drunk out of his mind.

"One more time. For you," She repeated, gripping her breast in one hand and using the other to massage her sore clit.

He looked between her legs, fighting to keep his eyes open and focused so he could watch his twitching length disappear within her folds. He watched her wet little fingers sliding through the puddle of her cunt to rub on her clit. He watched the way her pussy was sucking tight around his cock, making cute little squishy noises as he pounded into her. He gaped at how big he looked, fucking into her tight used hole, the way his cock was shining, slathered messily in her juices, a ring of her cream encircling the base of his erection.

"Mine."

"Your's, baby," She keened.

"All fucking mine,"

"Mhmmm!"

"'M gonna fucking cum!" He wailed.

"Cum for me, Hoon. Cum inside your fucking pussy,"

For what felt like the millionth time, as if by magic, her walls contracted around him, accompanied by a rush of warm wet heat. It sent him into a violent orgasm, the harshest he had ever been gifted. Every muscle in his body tensed to the point of pain, his mind going completely void of everything but her. His toes curled and his arms gave out, his convulsing body crushing hers as his hips rutted desperately into her. He was lightheaded and dizzy, seeing stars as his dick spewed his seed inside of her. He pumped her so full of his warm cum that with every stuttering jerk of his sensitive dick, their combined juices leaked out onto the sheets. He moaned and groaned, whining and babbling nonsense as he came.

"Shit, fuck! Fuck, yes! S'good. Cumming so fucking hard," His abs caved, brows knitting as the wave-like contractions of his orgasm slowed. He felt like his orgasm had lasted hours, his limbs turning to noodles as he layed limp ontop of her.

"That felt like you pumped a half gallon of cum into me," She brushed his bangs out of his sleepy eyes, holding his weary head in her hands and kissing his nose.

"Felt like a whole gallon to me," He grinned at the sound of her giggle. They both felt entirely too exhausted to move.

"I know we should probably go shower," He yawned before continuing, "And change the sheets cause you were leaking like a faucet. But I just can't be bothered right now," He dug his arms underneath her, hugging her tightly as he layed his head across her breasts.

"In a minute," She replied, dragging her nails through his hair. He sighed contently.

"This is what I wanted. You're never leaving me again. I'm so happy now," He gave a goofy, tired grin.

"Me too, Love."

"Was I too rough? I didn't hurt you did I?"

"No. But I probably won't be able to walk straight for the next few days,"

"Now you're just stroking my ego,"

"I'm serious," She laughed. "I truly had no clue you were such an animal in bed, Mr. Park."

"I could say the same for you! Never in a million years would I have guessed you were such a brat. And a pain slut. You were amazing. Everything I could ever wish for." He kissed the valley in between her breasts before resting his head again. "I'm going to enjoy taming that bratty attitude for the rest of my life," He felt her heart beat a bit faster, as she spoke softly.

"For the rest of your life, huh? That's a long time to put up with a brat like me,"

"I can live with that. Know why?"

"Why, babe?"

"Because you're mine."

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