Mine

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 🤷🏾‍♀️

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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."

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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N.RK. — RUIN OUR FRIENDSHIP.

pairing. nishimura riki x gn reader

genre. fluff, best friends to lovers au, highschool au, a bit of angst, dancer au

warnings. food, mutual pining, slight themes of jealousy

summary. in which you'd gladly ruin your friendship with niki in favor of being lovers instead, but can't decide if niki feels the same way.

length. oneshot

word count. 5.5k+

taglist. @starlostseungmin @luvhyun3 @ilynaevis @dnadoublefelixx (send ask if you'd like to be added or removed !!)

a/n. to minimize confusion, please just assume that everyone mentioned in this au is in their senior year of high school 😭 also.. hwangsify enhypen writer debut?!? 😰😓‼️ it's my first enha au so please please please feel free to give me feedback / your thoughts about this piece !!

It is during your seventeenth May that you learn 3 things about Nishimura Riki, certified dance prodigy, bungeoppang enthusiast, and also your best friend. 

1) That he really has grown up, in more ways than one (and you can’t decide if you like it or not), 2) that longer hair suits him a little more than you’d like to admit (especially when he tackles you in a sweaty bearhug after practice just to annoy you and his damp bangs are falling artfully over his eyes in a very attractive way), and 3) you have utterly and absolutely fallen in love with him (and you’re not sure how to fall back out). 

If you’re being honest, you still don’t quite know how #3 happened. After all, this is Niki you’re talking about, who you have known since the two of you were pudgy first graders. You’ve watched him sob over Toy Story 3 and rip the seam of his pants while attempting a split during dance practice and just about a thousand other wonderfully embarrassing things that you, as Niki’s childhood best friend, are privileged to watch and observe Niki do. (You also have your own fair share of embarrassing moments but that’s a conversation for another day). 

The point is, it’s just a little alarming that Niki had to be the one you’d fall for. After spending so many years together, the two of you practically spend every waking moment together at each other’s throats. 

(“You two bicker like an old-married couple,” Heeseung tells you one day, after you spend half an hour complaining to him about how tall Niki has been getting recently. 

“I’m not even going to think about the implications of that statement,” you snap back, and pointedly ignore the complacent grin that makes its way across Heeseung’s face.)

If it were up to you, you’d probably choose to fall for someone like Jake, who’s something like boyfriend material personified and who also doesn’t make it his life mission to annoy you until you physically cannot stand him anymore. But instead, you had to go ahead and fall for Niki. And now there are stupid butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach whenever you set your eyes on him and his insanely attractive bangs and your heart skips a beat whenever he touches you, even if only on accident. 

It’s annoying, you decide. Being in love is very, very annoying. 

It’s not like you can help it, though. You never could quite help yourself when it came to Nishimura Riki. 

“Buy me bungeoppang after dance practice,” Niki prompts, sweeping his bangs back from his forehead as he goes through the dance sequence for the thousandth time. 

He looks good today. You have trouble tearing your eyes off of him. 

“Sorry, what? I wasn’t listening.”

“I said, buy me bungeoppang after dance practice,” he repeats, turning to glance at you.

You sigh. “Remind me again why we’re getting bungeoppang at the expense of my wallet and not yours?” 

“I bought bungeoppang last time for both you and Sunghoon!” 

If you’re being honest, you are very tired of the fish pastries at this point. Niki insists on buying them every time you get off from dance practice (because he’s just that obsessed) and while you enjoy them, you’d also much rather get something else to eat. Preferably something salty— you’ve been craving Sajo Corn Dogs recently. 

But it gives you an opportunity to spend more time with Niki, and the smile that lights on his face every time he bites into the bungeoppang makes it all a thousand times worth it. So you choke down the pastries anyway and try your best to act as if you’re not exhausted from eating the same stuff every time you get off from dance practice. 

“Fine,” you sigh. “I’ll buy you bungeoppang. But you’re buying next time.”

Niki hums in agreement, a small smile gracing his lips. The door sounds from behind you and you turn to see Sunghoon trotting inside, accompanied by a pouting Sunoo. 

“What’s with the face?” you laugh. 

Sunghoon grins. “He’s sulking because Jay insulted his aegyo.” 

Niki audibly snorts from behind you, although he doesn’t look away from the mirror as he goes through the choreography. Sunoo rolls his eyes and clutches your arm imploringly. “At least you find me cute, right Y/N?” 

For a moment, you’re tempted to tease Sunoo, just to see him pout some more. But you decide that he’s gone through enough today, especially considering the fact that Jay really does not hold back when it comes to bashing Sunoo’s aegyo. Grinning, you reach out a hand to ruffle Sunoo’s pink strands of hair. “Sure. You’re pretty cute.”

Sunoo beams smugly at Sunghoon. “I told you someone finds me cute.” 

“Y/N doesn’t count!” Sunghoon protests. “You know they’ve always had a soft spot for you.” 

Niki turns around from the mirror, grinning. “Besides, it’s only Y/N that finds you cute.”

Sunoo’s eyes narrow as he glares at Niki. “Yah, are you asking for a beating?” 

You quickly grab Niki’s arm before the two of them can jump at each other, because after years of watching the two of them together, you’ve long since learned that Niki and Sunoo can only spend an allotted amount of time together before they start chasing each other around the room while screaming insults at each other. 

“Actually, me and Niki were just about to go buy some bungeoppang. Do you two want any?” 

Sunoo shakes his head. “Don’t you get tired of bungeoppang? I’ve eaten so much bungeoppang this past year that I feel like throwing up everytime I see one.”

“Have fun getting bungeoppang!” Sunghoon calls out. “Maybe find the guts to finally kiss each other in the process!” 

You turn around to properly flip the smug motherfucker otherwise known as Park Sunghoon off, cheeks burning. Niki is equally as flushed from next to you, eyes narrowed as he glares at Sunghoon menacingly. Hastily, you pull Niki out of the door before Sunghoon can go ahead and blurt out anything more damaging. 

“Are we going to the usual cart?”

Niki nods, reaching into his pocket to flip open his phone. You allow yourself a brief glance in his direction while he’s distracted, taking in his flushed cheeks and sweaty bangs. He really has grown up. It seemed like only yesterday that he stole your crayons from you in first grade, cheeks still round with baby fat, hair styled in that atrocious bowlcut of his that bore an uncanny resemblance to a coconut. It’s hard to believe that he’ll be off to college already by next year. 

By the time you’ve reached the bungeoppang cart, the sky has already darkened. You watch as the man pours the dough into the molds and adds in the red bean filling before flipping the pan over to allow it all to cook. Niki watches on with mild interest, although he’s seen it happen a thousand times by now. 

The fragrant smell of sizzling dough fills the air as the fish pastries cook. 

You sigh. 

You’ve really eaten too much bungeoppang these past few years. 

When the pastries have fully cooked, the man slips them into a paper bag and you bow your thanks, reaching into your wallet to grab a few banknotes in payment. The man’s eyes flick between you and Niki, taking in your barely touching shoulders. 

“By the way,” he says, grinning. “Are you two together? You seem close.”

You balk, cheeks burning as you purposely avoid Niki’s gaze. He gives a short laugh from next to you and shakes his head in denial. “Ah, no. We’re just friends.”

“Ah,” the man says. “I see.”

He hands you the paper bag of bungeoppang and you quickly pull Niki away before the man can say anything else. If Niki catches sight of your flushed cheeks, he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he grabs the bag from you and pulls out a bungeoppang, taking a bite of the pastry with a sigh of bliss. 

Glancing at you, he holds out the pastry bag. 

“Do you want any?” 

You shake your head, smiling, although you can’t seem to keep your thoughts from straying back to the man’s words. 

God, maybe the two of you were just friends but you wouldn’t mind being something more. 

“Whoa, maybe I can choose..” you pause, squinting down at the screen of your laptop. “Bagpiping as my major.”

You grin. “Imagine how Sunoo would react if I actually decided to major in bagpiping.”

Niki sighs from next to you as he scrolls through his phone. “You’re really not going to take this seriously?”

“It’s a coping mechanism, okay?” you snap. “I’d rather think about taking bagpiping as a major than think about actually going to college next year. Besides, it’s easy for you. Your entire life was basically decided the moment you stepped into that dance studio for the very first time at the tender age of 3.”

“I mean, why not take dancing as your major? You’re good at it.” 

You grimace. 

“I just don’t know if I want to actually major in it or not. I mean, I like it a lot but not at the same level as you. You were practically born to dance.” 

There’s a note of envy in your voice. What you wouldn’t give to have Niki’s confidence in his decision-making. If you’re being honest, the very idea of college has you quaking. Normally, you’re the type to postpone any significant life decisions to the last minute, just because you rather not risk accidentally making the wrong choice. But college has forced you to make a multitude of decisions, each and every single one of them being pivotal to your future. 

To put it gently, you have come to possess an undying hatred for college applications. Even just the thought of the countless college pamphlets sprawled across your desk in your room makes your stomach hurt. 

“I mean, you can always change your major if you don’t like it,” Niki reasons, glancing up from his phone to look at you. “It’s not like your life would be ruined forever if you accidentally chose the wrong major.” 

“But I want to make the right decision from the start!” you protest. “I don’t want to go through all the trouble of starting a major just to realize I dislike it.” 

Niki shrugs and looks back down on his phone. Leaning forward, you catch a glimpse of his screen and let out a huff of exasperation. 

“Care to explain why you’re scrolling through the #softcats hashtag on TikTok instead of studying like you promised your mom you would?” 

“I’m taking a break!” Niki protests, tilting the screen of his phone away from you. “I get migraines if I stare at my physics textbook for too long!” 

“Bitch, the physics exam is tomorrow and you still haven’t finished studying the first chapter,” you sneer. “Hopefully your mom won’t beat your ass too badly when you come home with your 68 just like last time.”

“Yah, that was one time! Besides, this exam hardly even matters, especially since the finals are coming up in less than a month.”

You roll your eyes and wave your hand dismissively. “Whatever. It’s not like I care if you fail physics.” 

He sighs but flips open his textbook anyways. Knowing him, he’ll probably give up on studying in a matter of a few hours in favor of scrolling through some more cat Tiktoks. Even so, you doubt that he won’t manage to pass the exam. Despite that one time that he got a 68 on a calculus test, he’s always been a talented student. 

Your phone buzzes from next to you, vibrating with a notification from the groupchat. 

[4:56 pm] heeseung: sunghoon just told me that he wants to major in bagpiping can someone please come over and talk some sense into him

You let out a short laugh. “Sunghoon wants to major in bagpiping too! It’s not just me!” 

“Sunghoon probably gave up altogether at this point,” Niki snorts. “Besides, he’s got a whole career in ice skating ahead of him. He doesn’t need to worry about his college and major.”

That’s true. Sunghoon could probably get into the Olympics with his ice skating if he really tried. 

[4:57 pm] ngl i’m kind of tempted to major in bagpiping too  [4:57 pm] sunghoon: see !! it’s not just me !! y/n if u major in bagpiping we can be bagpiping buddies !!!  [4:58 pm] assuming that we get into the same college, that is  [4:58 pm] sunghoon: god why would u even MENTION college the very idea is gna make me sick

There are some times where you think it’s more than plausible that you and Sunghoon were soulmates in your past lives. 

“Wow,” Jay remarks after Sunoo pauses to take a breath during his long speech about how disappointing The Eternals was as a Marvel movie. “I never thought you could speak so passionately about anything other than mint chocolate ice cream.” 

In spite of the overwhelming amount of homework and college applications senior year throws your way, you still have to admit that there are benefits to being a senior. The most prominent of which being the fact that you’ve been able to spend a lot of time around the rest of your friends, especially Niki. 

Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve worked your asses off for the past three years in highschool or maybe it’s just the fact that this year will be your final year together as a group, but all your parents seem to have made a mutual agreement to ease up a bit on the studying to allow for you to spend more time together as a group. 

You suppose that’s why you find yourself sitting on the floor of Jungwon’s apartment, listening intently as Sunoo goes on and on about how mediocre The Eternals was. Jake had originally been the one to propose the idea of having everyone make a short speech regarding the things they learned during the time they spent together as a group to commemorate your friendship over the years as well as to celebrate your upcoming graduation. It wasn’t a bad idea, you admit, but ever since Jungwon came up and performed Tiktok dances as his speech, things kind of just went to shit. 

Jake looks like he regrets ever even mentioning his idea in the first place as Sunoo rants about how Ikaris and Sersi had zero chemistry as the main couple, even going so far as to pull up some random GIF on his phone to emphasize his point. The majority of you haven’t even bothered watching The Eternals, and the ones that have really can’t bring themselves to care, but Sunoo seems to have waited his entire life for this opportunity so you don’t bother breaking it to him that Niki has fallen asleep about halfway through his speech and Heeseung has been subtly scrolling through Instagram for the past 5 minutes by now. 

When Sunoo finally wraps up his speech, thoroughly winded from venting for 20 minutes straight (although he still finds the strength to smack a sleeping Niki hard on the shoulder and scold him for falling asleep), a silence settles throughout the apartment. For a moment, you all sit there until Jay abruptly clears his throat. “So… I guess this is our final year together, huh?” 

“You just had to say it out loud,” Jungwon sighs. 

“Someone had to say it!” 

Niki shifts from next to you, stretching forward to rest his head in your lap. You freeze for a moment, tensing from underneath Niki, and desperately hope that no one notices. 

Of course, they do, anyway. Heeseung catches your gaze and grins at you while raising his eyebrows suggestively, tipping his head towards the sleepy Niki lying in your lap. You mouth at him to fuck off, glaring at him menacingly. If the others notice, they say nothing, although they exchange glances between each other. 

There’s another long pause where everyone just stares at you and Niki for a long moment before Jungwon finally speaks up. 

“I can’t believe it’s all going to be over in like, 3 months.”

“It seems like yesterday that I first met you guys,” Jake shakes his head. “And now we’ll be in college next year.” 

Apparently, even Jake finds the idea of college intimidating, which is comforting considering the fact that he’s probably one of the smartest people you know. 

Jay groans and buries his face in his hands, evidently put off by the thought of college. You can’t blame him. Niki chuckles from your lap and you feel your stomach flip at the sound of his laughter. “Still scared of the thought of college?” 

Jay glares at Niki, eyes narrowed. “Maybe. Just like you’re scared of confessing to Y/N just because—” 

You hurriedly cut him off with a nervous laugh before he can deal anymore damage. Niki quickly sits up, raising his head from your lap to glower at Jay and Jungwon quickly steps in before the two of them start bickering. 

You can’t say it doesn’t bother you. These little comments your friends randomly throw in about you and Niki, as if it were a universally accepted fact that the two of you belonged together. The little jabs Jungwon randomly throws your way about “growing the balls to finally kiss Niki instead of sighing over him all the fucking time” or the teasing grins Sunoo shoots you whenever you’re within a ten foot radius of Niki. It almost seems as if everyone knows of your massive crush on Niki except for Niki himself, which is a little more disconcerting than you’d like to admit. 

After all, haven’t you been obvious enough? The iced americanos you leave by his desk at school whenever he falls asleep in class, the sweater you lent to him that one time he complained of being cold that you never bothered taking back. You wonder if it’s just because he’s impossibly slow when it comes to love, or if it’s because he really doesn’t care. 

You desperately want it to be the former. 

“By the way,” Niki says from next to you as the two of you stretch for dance practice. “Who are you partnering up with for the group project?” 

You pause, turning to stare at Niki. “Partnering up? Isn’t it a solo project?”

“No, dumbass,” he sighs. “It’s a group project. We’re doing it in duos.” 

Fuck. 

“Oh my god,” you groan. “I’m so fucked. I didn’t know we were partnering up! Everyone’s probably got partners already.” 

“Ah,” he says, reaching up a hand to touch his cheek, a nervous tic he’s developed over the years. “Well, then, partner up with m—” 

Before he can finish the sentence, you feel someone tap you on the back. Turning around, you jump at the sight of Hwang Hyunjin standing before you. 

Hyunjin’s handsome. Catlike eyes, godly physique, and a contagious laugh. If you didn’t already have the fattest crush on Niki, you’d most definitely have a crush on Hyunjin instead. 

“Y/N, have you found a partner for the project yet?”

“Ah,” you say, slowly. You spare a sideways glance at Niki but find him looking down, eyes trained to the ground. “No, I haven’t.” 

His eyes brighten as he smiles at you. “Well, do you want to partner up with me? I don’t think we’ve ever gotten the chance to work together yet.” 

You pause. 

You and Niki have been dance partners for as long as you can remember, but you’re not exactly against the idea of working with someone new for a change. Besides, maybe it would be beneficial for both of you if you took a small break from each other. Especially for you, you think. You really need to sort out your feelings over Niki. 

So you smile and nod. “Sure, Hyunjin. That sounds great.” 

Hyunjin grins back at you, eyes curved into crescent moons. You swallow down the sudden feeling of guilt that makes its way up your throat when Niki abruptly turns to walk away, head hung low. 

“I mean,” Niki complains, taking another sip of his melon bubble tea with cheese foam. “What’s so great about Hyunjin anyway?” 

“I don’t know,” Jungwon hums. “I think he seems like a pretty nice guy. Plus, he’s a great dancer.” 

Niki turns to glare at him. “Can you please just agree with me for once instead of simping over Hyunjin? He’s not even that good of a dancer.” 

(That was a lie, actually. Even Niki’s got to admit that Hyunjin’s a talented dancer.)

Jungwon sighs. 

“Well, what do you want me to say? I don’t think he’s a bad dancer, and he seems like a nice guy to hang out with. He even helped me with one of my choreos when I was having a hard time.” 

Niki scoffs and stirs his straw through his bubble tea moodily. 

“If you’re mad that Y/N chose to partner up with Hyunjin instead of you, you can just say it, you know. I can already tell, anyway.” 

“I’m not mad!” Niki protests unconvincingly. “I just don’t think Hyunjin’s an adequate dance partner for Y/N!” 

Even so, he finds his thoughts constantly straying to the image of you and Hyunjin together. He can’t help but feel annoyed at the very idea; after all, you and him have been dance partners for forever. 

“Whatever,” Niki mumbles. “It’s not like I care.” 

“Jealousy is a disease,” Jungwon informs him. 

Niki throws a dirty napkin in his direction. 

“By the way,” Hyunjin says, smiling brightly at you. “I accidentally bought two tickets to the newest Doctor Strange movie instead of just one, and I’ve been wondering if you wanted to come with me. It’s this Friday.” 

You flush. “This Friday?” 

Hyunjin nods eagerly. 

You had originally planned on going ice skating with Niki this Friday. You hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to respond, and Hyunjin’s face falls in disappointment. 

“It’s fine if you don’t want to go,” he says. “I’m not trying to force you or anything, I just thought it would be nice to go see a movie together.” 

“Ah, it’s not that,” you say hastily. “It’s just that.. I’ve already got plans this Friday with friends.” 

“Oh, I see,” Hyunjin says. 

You nod, almost awkwardly. For a moment, the two of you stand there in tense silence before your phone vibrates in your backpocket. 

[6:42 pm] jake: u should come over to the dance studio. niki’s acting kind of off today

You grimace, before glancing back up at Hyunjin. “Do you mind if I cut our meeting short today? Something came up.” 

Hyunjin nods. “Yeah, it’s fine. I’ll text you a good time to meet up again sometime.” 

You nod your thanks and quickly exit the building, quickly making your way to the dance studio just a few blocks away. When you enter the building, you find Jake sitting by one of the tables, eyes glued to his physics book. 

“Where’s Niki?” you ask, looking around. 

“He’s in Dance Studio 3,” Jake says, without looking up from his book (because he for some reason enjoys torturing himself to an extent that he’d voluntarily study physics). “Sulking.”

“Why is he sulking?” you groan. “What did I do wrong now?”

Jake looks up to stare at you, studying you for a moment before shaking his head. “Do you really not know?”

“No, should I?”

Jake shakes his head again and tilts his head towards the dance studio. “Just go in and talk to him, I’m sure you’ll sort it out. 

When you slip into the dance studio, you find Niki sitting on the ground, back pressed to the mirror as he scrawls on a piece of paper— most likely choreographing. He doesn’t look up when you approach. 

“Niki.”

He pointedly ignores you, eyes trained to his lap. 

“Niki.” 

When he doesn’t look up for the second time, you squat down next to him, gazing at him quietly. “Hyunjin asked if I wanted to go see the newest Doctor Strange movie with him this Friday.”

Niki flinches as if you slapped him across the face and finally looks up, eyes hard and slightly glassy. 

“Ah,” he says, slowly. “That sounds like fun. I hope you have a really fucking grand time with Hyunjin, your new dance partner, since apparently I’m not good enough for you.”

You wince. “I never said—”

“You don’t have to say it for me to know it,” he snaps. For a moment, his indifferent facade falls apart and you catch a glimpse of the hurt written across his face, although it quickly fades away into anger. Scoffing, he looks back down to the paper and picks up his pen, preparing to continue whatever choreography he was previously working on. 

You quickly grab his hand before he can uncap the pen, gazing at him beseechingly. He freezes, staring down at the intertwined hands lying in his lap in surprise. 

“Niki, please hear me out,” you beg. “Besides, I told Hyunjin I couldn’t go.”

That grabs his attention. He stares at you, eyes wide with shock. “Why?”

“We were going to go ice skating on Friday together, remember?”

He doesn’t reply, but his eyes soften a fraction of a degree. 

“Just.. hear me out, okay?” you plead. 

You take his silence as a yes. 

Taking a deep breath, you think of the past few years you’ve spent falling in love with Niki. The countless days you have spent by his side in anguish, too afraid to confess in fear of ruining your friendship entirely. But you have come to learn that there are some things worth ruining and your friendship with Niki just happens to be one of them. Because there’s this aching in your chest whenever you set your eyes on him and the lightest dusting of freckles across his cheeks from going strawberry picking with you just a few weeks ago and every fiber of your being feels programmed to adore Nishimura Riki, with his stupidly attractive bangs and his strange obsession with bungeoppang. Because there’s this sensation that consumes you wholly whenever you’re around him, this weird feeling that yeah, this is it. I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of eternity by his side.

You clear your throat.

“Remember when we went hiking with the rest of the group a few months ago? On that mountain?”

Niki’s eyes flash with recognition, although he doesn’t say a word. 

“Sunoo had black hair at the time, I think.”

“I clearly remember him having pink hair.”

“No, he had—” you clear your throat. “Whatever. That’s unimportant. What I’m trying to say is, we were all so tired and sweaty when we were hiking and everyone was so annoyed at Jungwon because he had forced us to go hiking in the first place. And just when we were about to turn back, we finally reached the summit of the mountain and everyone just fucking froze there for like, a good 30 seconds because the view was just that gorgeous. And then we all took off our coats and just stood there, all sweaty and exhausted, admiring the scenery before Jake started chasing Jay around and then we all just started laughing and—” 

“Remind me why you’re telling me this again?”

“Shut up,” you snap. “I’m getting there. So anyways, we were all fooling around on top of this mountain in front of this gorgeous view and you had your camera with you so you were walking around snapping pictures of everyone. And Sunghoon kept on complaining because he thought your camera made him look way uglier than he actually was and everyone kept on bursting into laughter because Heeseung couldn’t stop laughing for the picture and he kept on doing that thing he does where he opens his mouth like a fucking frog to keep from laughing except it wasn’t working and we were holding hands—”

“I don’t ever recall us holding hands.”

“Well, I do, okay? Now, stop interrupting. So we were holding hands because I had complained that my hands were cold and I just remember thinking that like, even if college tears us apart and even if it’s all just downhill from here on out, at least I had this memory, you know? At least I had this memory of all of us gathered together on this mountain, all sweaty and shit, just feeling on top of the fucking world. And I also remember thinking that if I could freeze time and just die in this moment, I totally fucking would. Because, like, we were holding hands for fucks’s sake. And you were smiling at me all happy and— God, I just remember feeling like this must be my most beautiful moment in life. Up there on that mountain, holding hands with you, laughing my ass off just because Heeseung couldn’t stop cracking up to take a picture.”

Niki’s eyes have softened by the time you’ve finished. You’re all out of breath and anxious, gazing at him quietly. ”What I mean to say is, I’ve liked you for forever now, okay? And Hyunjin’s not going to get in the way of that.”

“You could have just said those last 2 sentences and been done with it. You didn’t have to go through that whole ass essay, you know?”

You roll your eyes. “I just poured out my fucking heart to you and that’s what you tell me?”

Niki ducks his head to hide the smile tugging on his lips. 

“Hm, I don’t know,” he says, feigning indecision. “I normally would have accepted your confession but given the recent circumstances with Hyunjin…”

You sigh and decide to resort to Plan B. Which is, to say, just fuck it all and go for it. 

Leaning forward, you cup Niki’s jaw and press your lips against his own. For a brief moment, you feel Niki tense from underneath you, all rigid muscle and smooth skin, but he relaxes into the kiss almost instantly, reaching out an arm to hook it around your waist, pulling you closer. You sigh into his lips and lean into his touch when he reaches up a hand to run a hand through your hair, impossibly warm as he tightens his arms around you. 

You eventually pull back after a long moment, leaning back to sit on your heels, panting. “Do you believe me now?” you breathe, staring at Niki. 

He laughs and nods as he leans forward, reaching for you. Just when you’re about to wrap your arms around him (and possibly kiss some more), the door bursts open and the rest of the group jostles in. You sigh as the air fills with cheers and catcalls. You should have known they’d do something like this. 

Jake slaps Niki on the back so hard in congratulations that he falls forward and most likely would have face planted right into the wooden floorboards of the dance studio had Sunghoon not caught him by the waist just in time while Heeseung grins at you almost triumphantly, as if he was the one that single handedly brought you and Niki together. 

Jungwon nudges Jay’s shoulder. “Yah, hyung, you owe me 20,000 won.”

Jay grumbles but reaches into his pocket anyways for his wallet to hand Jungwon a handful of banknotes. 

The realization hits you a few moments later. 

You narrow your eyes. “Were you two.. betting on whether or not me and Niki would end up together?”

Jungwon grins and holds up his handful of banknotes. “It was worth betting on!”

You decide to postpone beating the shit out of Yang Jungwon for another day, just because you don’t want to ruin this one. Especially since you just found the guts to finally confess to Nishimura Riki after years of pining. 

You lean into Niki’s touch when he pulls you down to the floor next to him and presses a kiss to your cheekbone, lips curving into a smile against your skin. Sunghoon lets out a very loud (and very exaggerated) groan of disgust while Jay yanks out his phone to snap a picture of you and Niki together (most likely for blackmail) and you can’t help but laugh at it all because it’s been a very long time since things felt so right. An even longer time since you’ve felt this happy. 

And yeah, you’ve still got a bunch of overdues to finish off tonight and you’re still terrified at the very thought of college but even so, with Niki pressed to your side like this as he snakes his arms around your waist, you can’t help but feel as if you’d gladly face whatever the future throws at you as long as he stays right here by your side. 

EASY [reloaded] — (18+!)

"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.

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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.

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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.

© j-0ne25 2023 | copying, translating or stealing my work is prohibited

so so GOOD

it’s gonna be me.

pairing : ex!yeonjun x afab!reader

genre : porn with no plot, exes to ???

warnings : a small argument, little romance coupled with nostalgia, dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, possessive + jealous jun, manhandling, yeonjun refers to himself as sir, degradation, name calling, bulge kink, impregnation kink, creampie (unprotected sex, i am sorry, god).

wordcount : 1242 words (not proofread)

“look at you. whoring around till you find someone who’s ready to fill this needy hole of yours, are you that desperate, my love?” yeonjun delivered a rough slap at your cunt, eyes hooded and his lips bruised by the painful teething at it. “it’s none of your business. we’re not together anymore.” you hissed, hair a mess and your cheek pressed flat against the mattress of his bed, with your ass up in the air. “is that so?” his cock bottomed out, slamming in with a particular force that has you shutting up for a good while. he doesn’t allow you to speak, each time you try to ask what his problem is, he only answered with accentuated thrusts of his hips into your eager hole. moreover, even if you wanted to question him, it seemed just impossible to do so with the way his cock drills in and out of you so deliciously. he filled you up in a way you had missed, even if you wouldn’t admit it to his face, every ridge and vein of his cock kissing your tight walls sweetly.

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**NOTE: lol 🤡 i do apologize if my bias(es) show per group !! i love every member of every group but some rot my brain a little more than others 🤧😭 i also haven't done a lot of reading lately ,,, this is an accumulation of like three months

NCT

his same, old, safe bet (jeong jaehyun) — @jaehunnyy

not finished just yet but it's off to a brilliant start !! we love yn's "bitch who r u" attitude toward jae lmaoo

swiper no swiping (lee donghyuck) — @xosimo

I WAS SWOOOOONING like omg hyuck is so attractive pls and just the unfolding of events and the build up? yes.

inevitable (na jaemin) — @korijime

dude the vibes r so immaculate in this piece, like the soft sort of atmosphere and the low-key confession style mwah

SVT

11:23pm (kwon soonyoung) — @xuhuihuis / @.maiademia

okay i admit i'm a little obsessed w this (maybe cuz it was my request so i must promote) but it was also written so well and hoshi is so nOm

love on the air (hong jisoo) — @suhnshinehaos

joshua hong 😔✨ ugh such a romantic,, both of them r two idiots in love but isn't that one of the best tropes?

pocket money (choi seungcheol) — @ethereal-engene

found this realistic in a good way!! cheol would be so cute all flustered and he *would* catch non-carat eyes too no doubt 👀👀

the way seventeen breaks your heart (performance unit) — @moonsolie

broke my heart </3 into seventeen+ pieces </3 if i love angst, then this was my ride or die

i less than three you (xu minghao) — @junshine (they deactivated unfortunately :( but i'll link my reblog!)

although op deactivated, pls do continue to read and enjoy their work :') it was so well written and i loved it so much

"i'm here. it's ok. you can cry. i've got you." (kwon soonyoung) — @holdinbacksecrets

comfort to the max ; i cannot tell u enough how much i loved this like ,, oh god i found this when i was not in a good spot and it just made me feel ,, seen?

order up (yoon jeonghan) — @leejungchans

my love for trickster jeonghan is thru the roof 😔😭 this was so so cute (and funny watching jeonghan not get the reaction he wanted skcjdj)

vernon heist au (chwe hansol) — @freakyfriedrice

i LOVED the uncharted movie and to be blessed with this au ?! like dream come true omg i loved this beyond words ; flustered vernon >>>>

TXT : i'm sorry txtblr i was and am in a beomgyu crisis.

nap of a star (choi beomgyu) — @blue-jisungs

omg literally mE WHEN?! (´Д⊂ヽ soft moment to the soundtrack of clownery, my favorite </3 u know u like them gyu õ_ó

8:55pm (choi beomgyu) — @4ure2

dUUDE the imagery in this one? i felt so many things, and this man goes and says this 😔 denial fr but sighs ,, that's love ig

balance game (choi beomgyu) — @yeonjunszn

low-key down bad for this trope, like /bruh/ u like ur best friend?? own it?? ; also this is funny asf even tho beomyn r lichrally dumbasses 🤕🤕

2:37am (choi beomgyu) — @ijhyo

now THIS was simply UNCALLED FOR my heart cannot take this like goodbye. this is all i want.

SKZ

king candy (han jisung) — @petrichor-han

how can i not put this hanji fic on here õ_ó READ IT, it's so cute and a holiday staple for me atp

poisoned fangs (kim seungmin) — @petrichor-han

i have so much to read from rain's m.list and i don't often read like horror-ish things? but i thoroughly enjoyed this one (i also have a weird thing for morbid reads 🤡)

probably up (bang chan) — @loveliestfelix

why we love christopher bang chan (´Д⊂ヽ ugh there was something so warm, mellow, and comfortable about this one and the ambiguity of potential lovers was also super refreshing

6:26pm (bang chan) — @daydreaminskz

i've actually never seen this kind of situation written before, and tbh i'm so here for it like the domesticity and chan being cute as always (i'm sorry but i might have laughed when he fell 😭💀)

10:43am (lee minho) — @cleyellow-wood

i honestly really love how this was written, like there was something abt op's style and the way lino was portrayed as well that hits the spot

tag, you're it (lee felix) — @loveliestfelix

read the warning so u aren't too surprised, but u will still need a box of tissues ; literally sHivers from this one

ENHA : lmao let's not talk abt my jungwon brainrot either 🤡

you're mine (yang jungwon) — @goldenhypen

em's stuff always makes me like 2489292x more delulu that's a fact like it's short but too sweet i 😔

bookmark (park jongseong) — @crystalsoobin

so so dang cute — even if he did call reader a nerd ig 🤕🤕

kisses nonstop (yang jungwon) — @goldenhypen

this woman posted this on my birthday as if it would not sHOOT ME THRU THE HEART ?!? LIKE U EXPECT ME TO BE OKAY AFTER THIS??

closer (yang jungwon) — @palajae

tbh read this during physics and i am not ashamed bc it was so cute and the pacing was mwah and oh god yANG JUNGWON (´Д⊂ヽ

ATZ

midnight kiss (kim hongjoong) — @i-write-some-stuff

i love whump aus part 28472993 OP U WROTE HONGJOONG SO WELL AND SO AHHHHH

11:54pm (choi san) — @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l

i will say this again and again but this lives in my brain rent free and i need to stalk crys' masterlists once i have the time 😔

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