I Like You.

i like you.

PAIRING ▸ dancer! niki x dancer! reader

GENRE ▸ dancer! au, a2ls, romance, fluff, humor

WORD COUNT ▸ 4.5k

SUMMARY ▸ a collab with one of the best dancers at your studio might not sound too bad. it would’ve been amazing, except for the fact that in the ten years you’ve known nishimura riki, you’ve only spoken a total of two words to your beloved dance partner.  

AKA a try not to be awkward challenge.

NOTES ▸ like one kiss? not proofread, if i missed anything please let me know! // a merry merry christmas to anyone who celebrates it:)))

PLAYING ▸ i like you by post malone (ft doja cat). | series masterlist.

AS THE MUSIC ENDS, THE SOUND OF YOUR HEAVY BREATHING FILLS THE AIR. 

Another day of practice, another day of exhaustion and a lot of sweating. Unbeknownst to you as you wipe your forehead with your shirt, a small group stands outside the door to your practice room, peeking in through the tiny window. 

They whisper in awe after experiencing your performance, just separated by a mere door from a few feet away. Your fluidity, attention to even the tiniest details, the look in your eyes, it was all different. 

No wonder it seemed like you were on another level, separated from the others since the beginning by an invisible barrier known as raw talent and skill. 

The only other ‘one’ like you was Nishimura Riki, or more commonly referred to as Niki. Between all the trainees at your dance company, you two were different. You just stood out the minute you walked into a room. 

If you were being honest, you’ve only interacted with Niki before at the company studio like... once. A total of five minutes in each other’s presence that consisted of bowing politely and greetings before he was called away by his sister. You forgot but probably said something along the lines of “good morning,” or literally anything else that couldn’t have made it any more awkward than it already was. 

That was your first impression of Niki. Before that, you only heard of his impressive skill when you first joined over ten years ago, especially since he was the studio founder’s son. You heard all about how he started dancing when he was three and had kept going since. 

Besides that, most of your time was spent practicing alone and occasionally with friends or instructors. And when competition season came around, it was even worse. 

That was when more than half your day was spent in one of the practice rooms, going over your multiple routines and rehearsing until you physically couldn’t anymore.

Today was no different. The first competition was in about a week and everyone had been on edge. That meant no time to waste on trivial matters like- in your case- watching others dance. 

Your friends understood how seriously you took dancing, because they were the same. Maybe they didn’t have as much passion as you, meaning they weren’t willing to sacrifice as much of their normal lives, but again that was what separated you from the rest.

There were plenty of events and sections that your studio entered in, and you yourself were no different, having entered in numerous ones already. All trainees were busy preparing for competition day, countless routines performed simultaneously. 

A figure coldly pushes past the small crowd of dancers, knocking only once on the door before entering the room you occupied. They whisper in alarm and shock at how urgently he entered. 

You gulp down water, head turning towards the sound from the entrance. You tilt your head in acknowledgment, “Instructor Woo. What’s up?”

The serious expression on his face sends alarms ringing through your body, but you try to keep calm. Maybe you were reading too much into it. Your teacher was always known as the cold and strict type when you first met, but after years your relationship had melted into a respectable junior-senior one. 

“Follow me.” 

Confused, heart rate beginning to pick up, you grab your stuff and follow him, ignoring the fellow bystanders waiting outside the door. 

Once you’ve reached the safety and privacy of his office, you falter. Mainly because you weren’t alone- it wasn’t just the two of you. 

Niki stands there with unreadable look as he  spots you the same time you spot him. Recognition flickers in his eyes for split second before he glances away. 

You cross your arms, barely addressing him. “What’s going on?” 

You give your instructor a purposeful stare as if to say, why in the world were you alone in a room with him and Nishimura Riki?

He sighs, clasping his hands together. “Two dancers who entered in a couple performance just got into a minor accident. They’re on bed rest for at least a week.” 

It was just like him to go straight to the point. You know exactly what he means, but you don’t understand why he’s letting you know.

You frown. “I’m sorry to hear that… but why are you telling us that?”

Niki side-eyes you, mumbling something along the lines of, “isn’t it obvious?” 

You glance at him for a second before returning your attention to Instructor Woo. 

“I apologize for bringing this upon you so late, but we need you two to sub in.” 

No. No one does that. No one is given an event with less than a week to prepare. Especially not, your eyes slide to the boy next to you again, especially not if you had to work with someone who was essentially a stranger to you. 

It’s like your instructor already knew what you were about to say before you opened your mouth, holding up a hand to stop you in your tracks. 

“I know we’re asking for a lot, but you two are the best dancers at the company. That’s a fact. We decided on you two for a reason- because we all know you can pull it off together.” 

You’re speechless while Niki just stands there. With no reaction, Instructor Woo sighs and pulls out his phone. He taps the screen before turning it to show you and Niki. 

Two people, you’re guessing the two that got in the accident, dancing to… 

Havana? 

Immediately, you shake your head. “No. I’m not doing that.” 

He sits up straighter, “You don’t get to make a decision-“

You turn to Niki, “No offense, but I barely know you, and there’s no way we’re dancing to that song together.”

He shrugs, “None taken.” 

“Y/n y/l/n.” At that, you almost shrink. 

“What happened to your professionalism? You have less than a week to learn a new dance, what other choice do you have?”  

Perhaps you should’ve taken the time before to watch Niki dance- even seeing him perform once would’ve helped and provided some familiarity. 

Regardless, the stubbornness in you just tells you that it doesn’t fit your own style, and you don’t want to- you just can’t do a dance if it won’t be executed up to your standards. You won’t ever be satisfied. 

You clench your hands into fists, “I’m sorry but I know I can’t possibly perform that dance as well as I want to in less than a week. Perhaps if I had more time to work on it, then I would agree but I don’t have the luxury, so I can’t. There’s only one other option we have and I’d rather take that risk for a better performance. I’m fully willing to take responsibility if it doesn’t work out.”

For the first time, Niki agrees with you, nodding along to your words. 

Your dance instructor grumbles and you look at Niki before speaking up again. 

“We’ll choose a song and choreograph it ourselves,” your voice sounded much more confident than how much confidence you actually had in yourself. 

He drops his phone on his desk, eyes widen and mouth set in a firm line. “Do you know what you’re saying? A whole new dance in six- technically, five days?” 

And you nod. 

By the end, Instructor Woo has given up and left it to you two to figure things out. You feel grateful for the immense trust he has in you because honestly, you don’t have even close to enough trust in yourself. 

The walk out of his office is silent. In all the times you’ve seen Niki around the company, this is the first time you’ve been so close to him. It’s strange seeing him up close, he was much more defined (and taller) than you thought. 

“Hey, uh,” you say hesitantly, “I just wanted to apologize for saying all that without discussing with you first.” 

Niki recognizes your words with a tiny nod and you bite your lip, unsure if you’re about to regret your next words. 

“If you really want, we can just do the previous dance.” 

But to your surprise, Niki frowns. “No, I’d rather make a new choreography that fits us better too.”

And he sees you smile for the first time. 

You were grateful for the fact that you spent the previous month practicing and getting the hang of your other routines. Only because originally, your plan was to spend the last week leading up to competition day just finalizing moves and reviewing until after the bombshell that Instructor Woo dropped on you and Niki and your plans were mostly scrapped. 

You supposed Niki’s plan was the same, due to one night that you walked into your planned meetings and caught the end of one of his performances. Judging by the slight shine off his skin and heavy breathing, he must’ve been dancing for a while. 

“Hey,” you reply meekly. He gives a short greeting back before focusing back on a certain part of the choreo. As you get your things settled and start warming up, you realize you can’t stand the silence. 

“Are you, uh, ready for competition? Besides our performance together?”

“Yeah. Maybe not as much as I would like but as Woo said, we don’t have a choice.” 

You nod silently. “Then… should we decide on a song?”

“Okay.” 

So far so great, you think internally with a grimace. You knew close to nothing about Niki and now you have to work with him for almost a week straight. Not to forget the fact that you’re almost always the first to speak to him. The long silence was starting to get to your head. 

“Since this is a couple performance…” you inhale, “what kind of song would you rather do?” 

Obviously his preference wasn’t the sensual and slower type, and if it was, it obviously wasn’t a dance he would want to do with a stranger like you (and neither would you). Even so, you could just tell that wasn’t a song he would pick. 

He drums his fingers on the wooden floor, seemingly in deep thought. You forgot he also knew close to nothing about you as well and was probably taking your impression into account. 

“How about Hip hop? RnB?” He looks at you questioningly, and you’re a bit shocked. Was that a lucky guess or did you just have similar styles? 

Niki must’ve noted the look on your face because he scratches the back of his head sheepishly. “Do you not like that?”

You’re quick to shake your head, “No no, that’s not it at all! Actually, I’d prefer to do those.” 

“Oh. Cool.” He smiles thoughtfully to himself, although you miss it. 

You hum, “I like you?”

Niki suddenly shoots up, mouth gaping as he blinks at you. “E-Excuse me? I’m sorry, but I barely know-”

You roll your eyes, becoming a little flustered as you realize the double meaning behind your words. “I-I meant the song, you idiot. Who would suddenly confess like that..” your voice ends in a grumble. 

“It’s i like you by post malone,” your words come out unintentionally louder to get your point across. 

“Ah.” He pauses for a moment before agreeing, ears reddening. “Sure. I like his music.”

Then came the real challenge. Creating a whole new dance from scratch.  

Actually, you wanted to use that song for your own dance but seeing a bit of Niki’s dancing, you realized it would be a good fit for him too. You even brainstormed some moves but thinking about Niki’s reaction made you unsure. 

It’s fine, you reassure yourself. You’ll come up with something,  no matter what. The instructors chose you two for a reason. You needed to trust yourself and your partner. 

You suddenly clap your hands. “Let’s get to it.” 

You prided yourself on making others, especially strangers, comfortable with you. Even if it didn’t seem like it with your usual blank expression and valued independence. Yes you prioritized dance, but time with others was something you enjoyed. Niki wasn’t an exception, except that he was pretty shy by himself. 

It surprised you a little, as from what you’ve heard from others he wasn’t like that at all. Then again, people said he was scary and like an annoying little kid at the same time so you couldn’t form an opinion right off the bat. 

As you mapped out ideas, pieces began to fall into place. That was one of the things you enjoyed most about choreographing your own performance. The satisfaction as parts began to connect and your hard work began to show its efforts, it was the best feeling for you. 

It helped that you two had a lot of experience under your belt- but that didn’t mean it was easy. 

You both fall to the floor, drained. After more than 12 hours spent on experimenting new moves, you check the time. 4am. 

You were used to it but adding on the burden of knowing you had about four and a half days left, your body felt heavier. 

“How far did we get?” You breathe out, eyes closing. 

“Almost one minute.” The sound of his husky voice makes you shiver and your eyes open. He must be tired. 

You sit up, trying to lighten the mood. “Hey, that’s more progress than I thought. We’re almost a third done,” you remind. 

“You’re right.” He groans while sitting up and your forehead creases in concern. 

“Niki, here.” 

You toss him water and he thanks you with surprise evident on his face. “Thanks.” 

“How much sleep did you get?” Although your actions seemed like they were out of concern, you simply didn’t want your partner passing out on the dance floor. Not when you had several more runs to get through.

Niki runs a hand through his hair, “Three hours, maybe? I was practicing and didn’t realize the time…”

His words strike you in gut. Real hard, because you were the exact same. You don’t know the amount of times you had answered in almost the exact same way when others asked you. 

You huff, “Go home and get some sleep, Niki. I want us both to be in our best condition since we have such limited time.”

He lets out a half scoff and half laugh. “You sound just like Instructor Woo. Why should I listen to you?”

“Okay,” you hold out your hand, “I want the water back. I bought it with my own money since the water here tastes like the sewers.”  

He pauses mid gulp and you can’t hold back your laugh. Swallowing, he stares at you indignantly.

“Hey, take that back. Our company water is perfectly fine.” 

You forgot he was the son of the CEO, but that still didn’t change your opinion. You make a sound of disapproval, “I don’t ever see you drinking it.”

Okay, so you got him there. He makes an expression like he’s been caught before breaking out in laughter and you can’t help but join in. 

The song you chose, you think it really united your styles together. That could’ve played a factor in why you and Niki got along quickly. Or the shared pressure that you both felt in order to get this dance executed as close as you could to perfect.

It had only been a few days spent with Niki and yet you could (and would) already consider yourself friends. After 10 years of passing each other in the halls silently, it was suddenly like you knew him all that time.  

Practicing was fun with Niki. He got you. Your humor matched, and the fact that you both learned the choreo quickly lightened a bit of the heavy load off your shoulders and made you less pressured. Countless hours of working hard paid off, making your miniature breaks with him even more worth it. 

To the point you would go out for a treat to reward yourself for the hard work. 

When he suggested ice cream, you gladly agreed. You paid for the both of you as Niki protested, leading to hours of bickering that didn’t stop during your practices. It only ended with a promise of next time, he would get it. 

“I said it was fine, Niki.” 

Your hands are on your hips, lips blowing out exasperated air as you shake your head again. 

You knew he was stubborn but not this stubborn. He rolls over to lay on his stomach, eyes peeking up you. Even when half of his face was covered by his arms, you could see the displeasure written all over his face. 

“You didn’t even let me pay you back!” He childishly objects, kicking his feet off the ground. You bite back a smile, fingers hovering over the play button. 

“Are you done? So we can continue practicing?”

You hear a muffled no as he gets up, warming up his body. 

“I’m not gonna give up,” he reminds as you approach him, getting into position. “Sure,” you agree with a grin, waiting for the countdown. 

“Next time. I’m getting it.” 

Next time? Taken by surprise, you start a second too late, glaring as Niki watches you with an amused yet fond look. You didn’t mean to get flustered but the longer Niki gives you that sly smirk, the harder it is for you to continue going on. When the section ends, you shove him and he snickers. You’re both breathing heavily but with matching smiles on your faces.

“Why were you looking at me like that?”  You try your best to seem annoyed. 

“What do you mean?” The fake clueless shrug makes you narrow your eyes at him. 

“Oh, so now you’re playing innocent?”

“Who was the one that couldn’t focus again?”

It’s because of you, you think silently. 

You weren’t sure if you were the only one that looked forward to working with Niki all day, seeing his face light up and laughing for hours on end until your stomach hurt. 

You really enjoyed seeing the side of him that many others couldn’t see, because it meant you had reached a deeper level. 

It meant Niki trusted you- he trusted you to be a little more vulnerable and show more of himself to you. 

You weren’t sure if you were the only one that felt it. 

With about two days left, you two had been over the routine countless times. As much as you enjoyed the song, you were starting to get sick of hearing it again and again. 

Everyone else at the studio recognized it too. They saw your dedication and time spent together, the younger trainees whispering a lot in awe. 

Even at home in your bed quite late at night, while you were up texting your friends, they noticed it all too. 

Don’t you think you’re spending a lot of time with Niki?

I’ve never seen you around hang someone so much.. 

him neither-

You frown while reading the messages, fingers already flying across the screen to type out a response. Your reasoning? 

You both had an insane drive to win, and if that meant practicing 15 hours a day together, so be it. 

Your friends didn’t believe it. 

hmmmm nah 

We keep hearing that niki never spends this much time with someone else

like, not even with his friends 

You frown. You don’t even know what they’re getting at. With that, you leave their questions on read. 

But those messages stay in the back of your head leading up to the performance. You don’t think it’s a good idea to dwell, all your time and energy needed to be on this final performance and your other ones, and you didn’t want to break the groove. So you hold back. At least, you try to the night before competition day. 

The song ends and you don’t realize how much you’re ready to never listen to this song again. As much as you liked i like you (ironic, you know), the stress and trauma of the whole situation kinda ruined it. 

At least you had Niki to share it with. 

Satisfied with your performance, you look over at him and laugh, holding out a hand for a high five. He easily high-fives you back, grinning in content. 

“Good luck, partner.” 

Your smile unconsciously grows. “Good luck to you tomorrow, too.”

“Don’t sleep too late and stress about it, okay? We got this.” He must see through you and into the anxiety settled in your system since he was the one reassuring you, not the other way around. 

“Yes sir,” you joke. “You too, though,” you add warmly and he nods, almost shy? to the point where you can notice the sudden shift in the air. You cock your head-

“I just wanted to say thank you… and I’m glad that you’re my partner.” 

Your eyes widen at his confession, wandering around before deciding to settle on his shoes. You felt your heart pounding as the texts your friends sent echo in your head. 

“Me too,” you reply softly. 

The day of competition, you feel the familiar jitters in the pit of your stomach. Your duo with Niki came at the end after your solo performances, so you had some time to prepare yourself. 

With all the chaos of calling performers and getting hair and makeup done, you hadn’t seen him at all. But you knew he was going to ace it. You only hoped you would too. 

Your name is called and you exhale. It’s time. 

By the end of your solo performances, you’re exhausted. But you can’t stop now. Ten minutes until you’re supposed to be called for your duo performance and you don’t know where Niki is. You were already dressed and waiting for your partner. 

You asked several people if they saw him but to no avail. Just for a second, you decide to sit down somewhere with free space to rest your tired legs. Competition day was high energy and constantly draining, but that’s what you loved about it. 

“Y/n!” 

Your head whips up, glancing around to find the owner of the voice. Niki pushes past a few people, getting over to you while panting. 

“Niki!” You call out, surprised. 

He stops in his tracks. You say his name again, slightly concerned this time. 

“You look really good.” 

You cough, trying to hide your embarrassment at his sudden compliment. 

“You do too.” 

He fiddles with his hands, biting back a smile. “Thanks. Sorry I was late, my event ended 15 minutes later because of someone who didn’t show.”

You roll your eyes, “That’s sucks- I get it, don’t worry.” Eyes shining, Niki takes a step closer and your mouth falls shut. 

It felt like he was about to say something, probably something important, but you hear your names getting called. You give him a look as if to say, go ahead and say it quickly, but he shakes his head. 

Instead of words, Niki offers a hand and you gladly squeeze it, heart feeling like it was going to burst as you made your way to the stage. 

Showtime.

Needless to say, you aced it. The cheering crowd and endless compliments from your fellow friends and dancers made it even more obvious. You didn’t get much alone time with Niki after the performance, but it was okay because you knew you would see him at the award ceremony.

Even Instructor Woo approached you both, clapping with an impressed look. “No wonder you two are the best, you did not disappoint me. I’m proud of you guys, keep it up.”

You share amused looks with Niki, having already joked and laughed to the point of tears from Woo’s cold persona.  

The hardest part was the time for awards.

As they called out different categories and sections, you zoned out in your seat. How could you not? After a long week of practice, practice, and more practice, your mind flew through the past couple of days. 

Meeting Niki again, getting to know him, adjusting your dancing together, having fun together, stressing together- all in the span of a week. Yet as he sat a few chairs from from you, you realized you didn’t want it to end. 

You wanted to keep doing all those things with him. It felt like you had known each other for years, and besides the fact that most of those years were spent as strangers, you realize your time together was precious- it had just started. Regardless of if you won or not, you didn’t want Niki and you to be strangers again. 

You didn’t want to lose him.

Just as that realization hits you, you hear the announcer call out your and Niki’s section. Your breath hitches as your hands grow clammy. Unbeknownst to you, Niki’s eyes flick over to you. 

“And the first place is…” 

You can hear your heart pounding, blood rushing. In that second, your eyes meet his. Everything without any words, you understand with that single glance. 

You don’t, or do, expect your name to be called, followed by Niki’s. 

Without even thinking about it, you rise up from your seat, fellow trainees and dancers cheering so loud the sound echoed in your head for days after, and even through all of that you can only focus on Niki. 

People get out of the way as your body moves on its own, directing you towards him as he gets closer. Suddenly, you’re engulfed by Niki, his scent filling your nose as he picks you up and spins you around. That’s when you break out of it. 

He’s laughing, you’re smiling. 

“Congrats, partner.”

You laugh brightly, reaching to tussle his hair. “Congrats too. I’m proud of you.” 

His gaze sucks you in- it’s like you can’t even force yourself to look away. You could care less about the surrounding people. 

“Maybe after,” he starts carefully, and you swallow, “after the competition is over- do you wanna like, get out of here?”

A huge wave of relief washes over you. Maybe it’s the relieved pressure of finishing this performance or the way that Niki’s staring at you while biting his lips in what you think is nervousness. 

“I would very much like that,” you pause and Niki looks visibly happier at that compared to just seconds earlier when you two were just announced as the winners. You shyly cough, 

“-and I very much like you.” 

Niki freezes at you abrupt confession. You avoid his stare, swiftly regretting your heat of the moment decision.

Without realizing it in your embarrassment, Niki swoops down to give you a quick peck. Very much in front of your whole company. Gasps and squeals fill the air, unless you just imagined it. 

Now you’re the one taken aback. 

“Me too,” he smirks while murmuring, 

“I like you.” 

Those three words you thought you were sick of didn’t sound too bad coming out of Niki’s mouth.  

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"how about we kiss?" / taehyun

rating: explicit

an: gender neutral reader to the best of my ability but taehyun does "top" so if ur uncomfy with that pls don't read!! barebacking, tummy bulging (a little), etc etc., lol

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you flip to your stomach, cheek smushed into your pillow. you can't get comfortable. you've spent thirty minutes lying here in a dozen different positions, and your body feels lit up from the inside out.

taehyun is lying next to you. he isn't asleep; after nearly a year of dating, you've memorized what his breathing sounds like when he's conscious versus not. he's started sighing each time you fidget, and you're sure he's going to snap any moment now but you just can't help it. you're feeling restless– the prospect of him leaving for japan in just a few days looms over your head, and sleep can't seem to find you.

you just keep thinking about him, which is– it isn't new; he's always on your mind. but now, this time, you miss him before he's even left.

your leg twitches, foot tapping against the mattress. next come your hands, fingers digging into the sheet. finally, you flip to your right side, your back to taehyun, and he groans aloud.

"for the love of god," he starts, and you immediately feel bad because he sounds tired. "what's wrong with you tonight?"

"don't know," you huff. his arm slinks over your waist, tugging you closer to him, your ass flush to his hips. you relax a little beneath his touch, some of the tension seeping out of you. "just have a lot on my mind, i guess."

he presses his lips to your shoulder, soft. "you wanna talk about it?"

"no," you say, quick. and then, "maybe? i don't know." you twist around in his arms, facing him now. his hand comes up to sweep across your cheekbone. "i think i just miss you."

he looks surprised. his eyes widen a little, whites catching the moon's beams in the dark as his brows lift up, up.

"do i seem like i'm being distant?" he asks. and there it is– the attentiveness. he's constantly trying to be the best he can be for you. asks you what he can do better all the time, and never stops trying to learn more about you no matter how much time passes.

"no, you're perfect as usual," you sigh, and when he opens his mouth to disagree, you rush out your words to cut him off. "i just– you're leaving for tour soon. seems like you just got home. i guess 'm just gonna miss sleeping next to you."

his eyes go soft, brown irises deep and warm as his mouth twists into a small smile. "baby," he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, chin, nose. "baby, baby," he rolls you over so that you're on your back, his elbows boxing you in as he leans over you. "we've still got a few more days together, and i'm gonna call you all the time when i'm gone. you're gonna be so annoyed."

"no," you pout, gently punching his shoulder. "you could never annoy me."

he tucks his nose into your neck, lips trailing up the column of your throat as he breathes you in, chest expanding. you rest your hands on his shoulders, before sliding your palms down to the small of his back. he's big and strong and toned, but he's lean, too, and sometimes he feels so small against you.

"i could...try and tire you out?" he murmurs against the shell of your ear. his hot breath against your skin makes you shiver, and you involuntarily tug him closer. his hips press against yours.

"and how would you do that?" you ask, intrigued. the other boys are home, but they're all asleep most likely, and you and taehyun know how to keep quiet. most of the time.

"well," he leaves a chaste kiss to the center of your lips, his cheeks a little flushed. "if you can't sleep, how about we kiss?"

things always start so innocently with him. it's not that he's innocent– he's proven to you a million and one ways (and in about six different positions) over the last year that he isn't. but he's so delicate in the way that he goes about it; he still blushes bright pink when you take your clothes off for him, and your kisses get him hard in a matter of moments. he is easy to please simply because he loves you, and you find his adoration so charming.

"i couldn't say no to you, even if i wanted to," you tell him, and there's a flash of a smile on his face, mouth slightly upturned, before you're tugging him down for a real kiss.

from here, it's almost too easy.

he is sweet in the way that he opens up for you the moment you twine your fingers in his hair. his body curls towards you like a flower seeking out the sun, chest pressed to yours, elbows shaking as he holds himself up. his lips are soft, plush against your own, and he's content to let you take the lead but will try and steal it back from you if you're not careful. your fingers tug soft at his hair, smoothing their way down his scalp, and he exhales through his nose.

when his lips part for you, mouth opening as it slots with yours, he tastes and smells of mint toothpaste. you go slow with him, always slow, tongue sweeping across his bottom lip before carefully sliding into his mouth. he presses back against you, wet and wanton, tiny whine bubbling in his throat as you lick across his teeth. he falls apart in moments, seconds when it comes to you, and his eagerness is so, so hot.

you gently push at his shoulder, and he reluctantly pulls away from you to fall onto his back. you climb into his lap, legs spread as you get settled, and god, god he's already hard against you, leaking through his boxers. though you've hardly even started making out yet, you know how the night is going to end; neither of you can help yourselves around each other, and he's all smooth, lean arms peeking through a white muscle tank, and gray briefs stained dark with precome.

you kiss down his jaw, tongue lapping at the sensitive curve of his ear before your teeth gently tug at his lobe. he's breathing hard now– you're well aware of how much he likes to be kissed here, and his breathy little whimpers paint the air fiery red.

your hands shuck his shirt up, revealing his toned tummy. his abs twitch beneath your touch, and you lean back to really take him in. he's tanned recently, pretty and golden, and you curl your fingers as you rake your nails down his skin just to see the pink marks they leave behind.

"oh," he breathes, hips bucking beneath you of their own volition, nearly throwing you off balance. "what are you-" you roll your hips down against his cock, and his head falls back, hair splayed across his pillow like a halo. "fuck– 'm supposed to be tiring you out, not the other way around."

"you'll have plenty of time to tire me out when you're fucking me," you say, shrugging easily.

he positively moans at that, and you feel his cock twitch against you as he squeezes his eyes shut tight.

"you can't just say stuff like that," he complains, though there's no real malice in it. "you have no idea what you're doing to me."

"you sure?" you tease, fingertips trailing over the head of his cock through his boxers. he exhales sharply. "god, hyunnie, i don't– how are you so hard already?"

"it's you," he says fast. his hands come up to rest on your waist, fingertips sliding beneath your t-shirt. "'s always you. something about you just...i can't help it. i always want you so bad."

you smile a little, cheeks warm. you push his shirt up further, nipples hardening the moment they're exposed to the cool air, and you watch as his mouth falls open as your thumb sweeps across one of them. he's so sensitive to touch, whether it be a fleeting kiss or his cock sliding into you– he always reacts strongly. you bend forward, taking one of the little nubs between your teeth as your fingers pinch at the other. his hips jerk, tummy tensing beneath you as he whines, high-pitched and needy.

after a moment, he slides a hand through your hair, gently pulling you off. you leave a trail of saliva behind, and he catches it with his thumb.

"want you now, please," he says, polite and sweet and quiet. your heart flutters in your chest. "it's been so long since i- since we, i mean-"

"since you were inside of me?" you finish for him, cocking your head to the side. he nods, once, tips of his ears burning red, and you know he's right. between preparations for the japanese leg of their current tour and general livestreams, school, and dance practices, he's been busier than you've ever seen him. the most you've done in weeks is some frottage here, and some oral there. you like getting on your knees for him just before he passes out from exhaustion, but you've admittedly missed the intimacy of full-blown sex.

"sorry," he says, and you frown, unsure as to what he's even apologizing for. he continues before you're able to ask. "i don't want to push you. i know i'm being needy tonight, i just– you never stop being amazing to me, and i've missed you. truthfully, i'm exhausted, but i really just need to be close to you."

"baby, shh," you cup his face between your hands, squishing his cheeks. "you have nothing to apologize for. i want you too, okay? just as bad."

"really?" he asks, slightly distorted as you squeeze his cheeks a little harder.

you grin, leaning down to kiss him. "really."

he is quiet for a moment, just looking at you, and your hands fall away from his face. his brown eyes shine, lips curled into a smile, and he finally says, "just wanna be close to you tonight."

"alright," you nod. you climb off of his lap, lying on your back. with your fist curled in his t-shirt, you tug him on top of you once more. "so be close to me, then. take what you need."

his face cools into something blank, eyes dark, and he murmurs lowly, "darling, you don't mean that."

you swallow, steeling yourself. "i do. i want– i just want to give you everything, hyunnie. so...take what you need."

he is swift when he wants something, fingers working fast against the tie of your pajama pants. they're tugged down past your knees before you're even able to blink, your underwear going next. the air is so cold, goosebumps breaking out across your thighs, but his hands are there, on you, so warm as they smooth over your skin. he fumbles around haphazardly in his bedside drawer, bottle of lube secured between his fingers. he likes to be extra careful with you, prepared to the fullest, as he always wants to make sure that you're comfortable.

"we've gotta be quiet, okay?" he says, slicking his long fingers up. your eyes go fuzzy as you stare at them. "because of the others."

"i know," you manage to get out, throat suddenly dry. it clicks as you swallow, and his fingers prod against your entrance, careful.

"ready?" he asks, and you nudge him with your knee, urging him on. you wish he'd stop talking, wish he'd fill you up, and he brushes his fingers against your slick opening without actually pushing them inside. "i asked you a question, sweetheart."

"yeah," you nod fast, a tad breathless. your heart feels like it's going to explode. "'m ready, please, just– hurry, hyunnie."

and, well. he's always been a sucker for a little bit of begging. you know it as well as he does, and it works like a charm. he slides two fingers into you right away, curling up, up, pushing deep as he scissors you open. your back arches, spine bowing as you gasp, loud, and he uses his free hand to pin your hips to the mattress.

"lie still," he tsks, shaking his head.

he slowly pulls his fingers out of you almost all the way before shoving them back in, fast. he spreads them as he works, making sure to stretch you properly, and when he adds a third, you shove your knuckles between your teeth to muffle the noises that you're making.

"god," he sighs, dreamy and low, "you're so tight. it's been too long. wanna be inside you now."

he's never usually impatient; likes to take his time with you despite how much he whines and whimpers, but you see the way his cock twitches beneath his boxers each time you squeeze around his fingers, and you're aching to be filled just as much as he's yearning to fill you. you reach out, fingers curling at his waistband, tugging his boxers down just enough to let his cock spring free. you don't have the patience to wrestle them off of him, and it seems that he doesn't either. he slides his fingers out of you, wiping them on the bedsheets, and just as quick, he's lining the head of his cock up with your entrance.

"i really wanted to go slow with you," he whispers, airy, "but i don't have the patience tonight. hope that's okay with you."

you chuckle, chest filling with warmth as you card your fingers through his hair. he is so pretty, so kind, and you're so deeply in love with him that it almost hurts.

"so long as you're inside of me, like, now," you say, "i don't mind that you don't go slow."

he wastes no more time, one hand holding himself up with the other curled around his cock. he guides himself into you, and you hold your breath as he slides in, nice and slick, until you feel him in your tummy. he bottoms out at a gradual pace, careful not to hurt you, and you reach down to prod at your abdomen, pressing at the head of his cock through your belly.

"shit, don't," he snatches your wrist, pinning your hand to the bed. "i'll come," he says, strained.

"so fast?" you say through a smile, only teasing him. he fixes you with a glare, but it's mostly harmless. "baby can't control himself when he's inside of me, huh?"

you've never seen his face get so red in all the time you've known him. he slaps a hand over your mouth, brows furrowed, and drills into you deep enough that you go sliding up the bed with a moan.

"stop talking," he utters, voice pitched. "you're so– 'm gonna make you shut up. just keep still and let me fuck you, okay?"

you don't even have the chance to think of something smart to say. the moment he pulls his hand away from your mouth, his cock drags nearly all the way out of you before he jerks forward, fucking into you hard. the rhythm he sets is smooth, relentless, and his knees dig into the mattress as he grabs hold of your hip, fucking in, out, in, out; consistent and quick and sharp. he never falters, never stops, perfection seeping into everything that he does. he is a try-hard except he doesn't even really try, and he knows exactly how to angle his cock to send you reeling each and every time.

you'd told him to take what he needed, had been earnest about it, and he seems to be forgoing inhibitions and actually doing it. he doesn't stop to voice his worries about hurting you as he so often does when the two of you do this, maybe partially because he knows he isn't, but also because you'd told him to take, and he's listening. he fucks into you fast, hips jerking, cock twitching as he fills you up, and he's making these heady little whimpers, whining high in the back of his throat. you can't get enough of them. he hardly stops to catch a breath, solely focused on the way that his cock slides into you and seems to fit so right.

"i like you like this," you tell him, hardly able to speak as your stomach curls with pleasure, but you just have to tell him. he needs to know. "love seeing you be a little bit selfish. i want you to feel good, hyunnie. want you to take and take until your satisfied, okay?"

he nods fast, jerky, hair flopping against his forehead. he's beyond words now; you know it simply by looking at him, all creased brows, mouth falling open as he moans. you're not going to last long at this pace; have never been one to come from his cock alone, but tonight is going to be different. your tummy twists with each thrust, and you peek down to watch as your stomach positively bulges with his cock.

you pull him down for a kiss, all teeth and tongue, his canines sharp as you lap at them. he shudders against you, biting at your bottom lip as his rhythm falters just a bit, just for a second. he thrusts into you once, twice, three times in quick succession, crying out into your mouth each and every time. your body jerks with his movements, limp against the mattress, fingernails digging into the sheets.

"tell me," you breathe, half delirious, nipping at taehyun's throat. "come on, baby. you have to– need you to tell me."

he doesn't ask what you're talking about. just takes one look at you, and he knows.

"i love you," he manages to get out, hardly above a whisper. he sounds broken, fucked, and you bite down hard at the base of his neck, teeth pinching and sharp. "god, fuck, i love you. you drive me crazy."

"me too," you tell him. you pull him back by his hair so that you can meet his gaze. his eyes are big and wild. "love you, too. 'm gonna miss you."

"no," he shakes his head, and his hips buck forward pathetically, cock twitching inside of you. "you're not allowed. 'm not gonna give you the chance to miss me. i'm gonna fill you up with my come, gonna bruise your pretty hips so that you'll always be thinking of me."

"christ," you breathe, stuttered.

taehyun is precise in the way that he drills into you again, again, again, tenacious and unrelenting. his hips meet yours hard, and he holds you in place so that you're unable to squirm away. there will certainly be bruises; the kinds of marks you'll press your fingertips to when he's gone, dildo buried up to the hilt as you think about him. he uses one hand to grab your wrist, twining your fingers together, and when he presses the back of your hand into the mattress, you let him use you as leverage to fuck into you faster.

in an impressive show of strength (a little bit show-offey if you do say so yourself), he uses his other arm to sweep under the small of your back, lifting you so that your hips are floating slightly above the mattress. the angle sends him impossibly deep faster than you're able to keep up with, and his cock pierces into you once, twice, before your back bows, and you're coming all over his length, and the sheets.

he's so good about it, slowing down while you ride it out so as not to overstimulate you. you can't seem to stop, shockwaves of pleasure burning bright in your stomach, all the way down to your toes as you come and come.

"you can keep going," you tell him, not fully recovered yet, words shaky around the edges.

he doesn't ask you if you're sure; is far too gone for that. he pushes your knees to your chest, the stretch uncomfortable but bearable as his cock works into your hole fast. his hips have lost their rhythm enough so that you're able to tell that he's close, and you want to get him there. want him to fill you up so much so that his come spills out of you the moment his cock isn't pushing it in anymore.

your teeth work at his ear, jaw, his neck– wherever you can reach. you're careful not to leave marks, but you know he likes a little bit of pain. you bite when you can get away with it, relishing in the way the sting makes his cock twitch, weeping precome inside of you.

it's a tug to his hair the same moment you nip at his ear that really does him in. you see the moment it happens, plateau reached. his mouth goes slack, popped open enough to reveal a cherry red tongue, little incisors on show. his stomach tenses, flexing, and he trembles against you as his cock slides into you so fucking smooth, so easy.

"oh," he whimpers, and then, "oh, i can't– baby, i'm-"

he doesn't need to finish his sentence. you know he's close as his cock seems to swell impossibly further inside of you. he drops to his elbows, nose nudging your temple as his hips buck frantically, desperate.

"baby," he whimpers into your ear, broken, "baby, baby, oh-"

he comes with a moan so loud your eyes go wide. you scramble to slap your hand over his mouth, but that doesn't deter him. he cries out, high and shaky, cock jerking as he pumps into you a handful of times, filling you up. you feel it each time it spurts from his length, hot and thick, painting your insides. he rocks into you all of the way, hips flushed to your ass, before he drops. he's careful not to put all of his weight on you, but he's clearly tired, and the little whimpers he makes as his spent cock spreads his come around inside of you have you flushing down to your chest.

you could fall asleep like this, you think, him pressed to your chest like a weighted blanket. you feel sticky and sweaty but full, and the thought of him pulling out of you is even less appealing than him going on tour.

he must feel the same way because he nuzzles into you, sleepy and yawning, eyelashes tickling your neck. his arms curl around your waist, your hands sweeping through his messy hair, and his little breaths puff hot against your throat not even a full minute later.

and if you wake up in the morning feeling fully-rested to a group text from the other members, all complaining about the noise, well. taehyun's sheepish smile and pretty eyes are enough to stave off the embarrassment.

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an: not betad as usual. my first taehyun fic! yay :D

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓 － ( 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 : 𝐈 )

[★] synopsis. Your grades are falling and your Professor suggests that Park Sunghoon help you out with your studies. Only problem is, you and Sunghoon are academic rivals. Spending three hours holed up in his dorm for weeks on end sounds like a living nightmare for both of you, but there is too much at stake for you and for him, so you really have no other choice. Somewhere in being forced to tolerate each other, you seem to develop a confounding change of heart towards each other. However, accepting that you might not hate each other as much as you claim to isn't as easy at it sounds. So how long will you and Sunghoon cycle through the motions of love and hate until you finally come to a conclusion? [★] pairing. sunghoon x fem!reader [★] genre. enemies to lovers, academic rivals!au, college!au [★] words. 10,878 [★] read time. 1 hour 12 minutes [★] contains. lots of cursing and name calling, underage drinking, smut : blowjob, slapping, intoxicated sex [★] notes. i'm so excited to finally be publishing this fic ! i decided to make it a two parter because 10k words is a lot to read at once and i wasn't confident i could wrap the whole thing up, proofread, and edit it all in the span of two days 😅 this was birthed from a request from an anon so shout out to them for planting this idea in my head ! reblogs and feedback are highly encouraged and appreciated (please don't be shy) ♡ story is under the keep reading 👇🏽 [★] fic taglist. ( @loves0ft ) • ( @svnoohe4rts ) • ( @rikkiloveskpop ) • ( @sunghoons-hand ) • ( @qimmylol ) • ( @pshveo ) • ( @sunghoonmybeloved ) • ( @viagumi ) • ( @ghoullett ) • ( @deobitiful ) • ( @bangchans-left-bicep ) • ( @lundabean ) • ( @kiillmeee ) • ( @andreaswrld ) [★] permanent taglist. ( @forjongseong ) • ( @enhabordercarnival ) • ( @lavanya239 ) • ( @museeofmoon ) • ( @heebuba ) • ( @love-4-keum ) • ( @sunsunghoon ) • ( @darkmoon-hoon ) • ( @laurasseditss ) • ( @skzenhalove ) • ( @23hoon ) ( 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 : 𝐈𝐈 ) － coming out : 11.20.2022

“Y/n, a word please,” Your professor motioned for you to step aside, waiting for everyone to leave the lecture hall before shutting the door and calling you over to her podium. Part of you already knew what this was about, but the other was curious and slightly fretful as to what she would have to say regarding it. Fumbling with your fingers, you cleared your throat, chewing on your bottom lip anxiously. 

“The recent assessment,” she sighed, joining her hands matter-of-factly, “What happened there?” The look in her eyes assured you that she wasn’t disappointed in you, because that was the last thing you would want. For a moment, all you could hear and think about was the way your heart was thundering in your chest. You had no idea what to tell her aside from the fact that you weren’t sure why you had done so bad. 

“When one of my best students doesn’t perform up to the mark, it concerns me y/n. What with having to declare your major around this time, I understand that school must be a little hectic. You can talk to me. If there’s anything you need to get off your chest so that I can understand your situation better, don’t be afraid to let me know,” She encouraged, although you weren’t sure what she could possibly do to help your grade in her class anymore. 

Frowning, you swallowed uncertainly, shaking your head. “I don’t even know where to start,” You admitted with a shrug. “I studied for the tests like I always do. But I don’t know what happened the day of. It was like I couldn’t remember anything at all.” 

She nodded, holding her hand out speculatively. “Were there perhaps any distractions in your life at the time? Break ups? Arguments? Noisy roommates?” She chuckled softly, prompting you to smile. 

“Not really, no. Maybe the distraction was in my head. I don’t know.” You were afraid you sounded very stupid right now, because you sure felt so. These past few weeks had been very weird for you. Each day felt unusually long and no matter how much caffeine you filled your system with, you were chronically exhausted. You had been showing up to class essentially in your pajamas and you kept half-assing all your assignments, doing the bare minimum to get a lousy hundred. The only thing you ever felt genuinely inclined to do was lay in bed and either nap or waste time on your phone all day. You were being uncharacteristically lazy and careless and the worst part was that you had no idea why. Your social life was perfectly fine. Whenever you were with your friends, you were happy, cheerful, and lively, nothing like the zombie-like state you transformed into whenever you were all alone in your dorm. 

“In my professional opinion, I’d say she’s just burnt out,” A familiar yet unwelcome voice suggested from behind you. You didn’t have to look twice to know who it was. Under your breath, you groaned in annoyance and rolled your eyes as you heard him slither into the room. 

“I’m having a private chat with y/n, Sunghoon. Please respect that,” Your professor chided, standing up straight. In response, he grinned nonchalantly and slapped a document on her podium. “The extra credit assignment you were talking about. I’d appreciate if you gave me some feedback about the organization of it all. I kinda experimented and tried something new in this.”  

God, he was such an arrogant prick. You wondered why the professor put up with all his crap. If you were in her place, you would have set him straight the second he pulled some shit like this. 

She glossed over the front page and nodded, setting his paper aside. He sent you a cunning smirk, making your hands ball into fists. He probably knew all about your falling grades, and he was definitely on a high horse because of it. But the fact that you were just letting him gloat really said a lot about your predicament. It meant that you had given up entirely, because ideally, you would have done whatever it took to surpass Sunghoon. That was how things always were between you two. You were constantly neck and neck, competing to be at the top of the class, and things always got nasty because both of you hated each other’s guts. 

“You know what y/n?” Your professor chimed. You could hear the gears in her mind churning. “Based on your results, I think you just haven’t understood the fundamentals of what we’ve been covering in class. Most of it builds off of a few basic concepts, which, if you’re thorough with, makes the rest fairly simple.” 

Okay, so? What was she getting at? Also why was Sunghoon lingering about? The bastard probably wanted to gather intel on you or something so he could humiliate you later. Unfortunately for him, you had accepted your failure and it was nothing you were ashamed of (unless your parents or another mentor/professor brought it up). 

“Now that I give it some thought, I believe Sunghoon might have been correct in suggesting that you’re burnt out. I’m well aware of the contentions between you two, but I think if Sunghoon helped you grasp these concepts, you would be more incentivized to learn and understand them better. Don’t ask me why though, because you’ll probably just refute my reasonings, but just trust me on this. I know you aren’t the most compatible pair, but Sunghoon’s a good tutor from what I’ve heard from other students, and I’m sure studying with him will make things a little more interesting and exciting for you,” She explained, looking between you both hopefully. 

“What contentions prof? I’d be more than happy to assist a fellow classmate! Heaven knows she needs my help,” Sunghoon chortled, giving you an ugly feeling. Grimacing, you shot your professor a pleading look. “Can’t I do something for extra credit as well? I’ll write however many papers you want me to. Just don’t ask me to study with him. I’ll lose whatever braincells I have left if I do.” 

Sunghoon scoffed in offense at your exaggeration, throwing his hands up in dismay. Your professor sighed, needing you to stop thinking of this as the end of the world. “Y/n, it’s gonna be alright. Sunghoon, if you don’t take this seriously and try sabotaging y/n, I won’t read this paper and you won’t get any extra credit. So you better be helpful and give her no reason to complain, got it?” 

The grin on his face dropped immediately, converting into a hurt frown instead. Before either of you could complain anymore, she clapped her hands together and gestured to the door. “Please leave now. I only have so much time to enjoy my lunch and I don’t need two immature students cribbing in here.” 

That sure felt like a punch in the gut. Scowling at Sunghoon, you turned on your heel and stormed out of the room, hearing your professor sternly telling him to get out as well. You checked the time, deciding you would stop by your favorite cafe to ponder on your options from here. On the walk there, you came to terms with the fact that you really had no say in what your professor was asking you to do because one, she was the one who had proposed to help you and two, she wasn’t stupid in the slightest. You trusted her judgement and after replaying her words in your head, you figured she had good reason for making this suggestion. 

Still, you couldn’t get over the fact that Park Sunghoon was going to be a total pain in the ass. Out of the many things you resented about him, you particularly loathed how much of a know it all he was. The thought of him mansplaining while you were trying to learn already made you want to rip your hair out. Hopefully you wouldn’t end up bald by the end of this. 

“Hey doofus, wait up.” － S. Why was Sunghoon texting you? You didn’t want to look over your shoulder, because confirming your suspicions meant having to string him along on your lunch outing if they turned out to be correct, and you weren’t looking forward to that. You wanted to be spending as little time as you could with him. But there he was, leisurely pacing a good distance behind you, waving his phone in the air when he met your eyes. Was he not going to catch up with you? Oh wait, he probably expected you to waste your time waiting for him to take his sweet time walking up to you, and you weren’t having that. So, turning on your heel, you continued walking to your destination, ignoring the string of notifications that went off on your phone with a triumphant grin. Just because being annoying was his specialty didn’t mean you refrained from dabbling in it every now and then. 

“I’ll have an everything bagel please,” You told the barista, handing her your credit card with a grin. Despite the breakfast bar you had scarfed down earlier this morning, by your third class of the day, your stomach had started rumbling unpleasantly. Just the smell of freshly baked breads in the cafe had you salivating like one of Pavlov’s dogs at the sound of a bell. 

“And I’ll have some gratitude from you because I’m still agreeing to do this even though I don’t need to,” Sunghoon’s offended voice announced from the door. You flashed the barista an apologetic look, taking your card back from her before turning to Sunghoon. “I don’t owe you anything. And you’re right, you don’t need to do this, so if you’re gonna act like you’re doing me a favor, go home. I can study by myself.” 

“I wasn’t finished,” He said, coming to stand by your side. “Would you like anything sir?” The barista asked apprehensively, glancing between you and Sunghoon much like your professor had mere moments ago. He shook his head, giving her a sweet smile, one that was unreserved for you. “I’m fine, love. But you remember to have yourself a lovely day.” 

This guy was embarrassing. You simply could not believe him. “You sound like a 40 year old when you talk like that,” You shared condescendingly. Clenching his jaw, Sunghoon tried to hide the damage he had taken from your jab. “Well at least people don’t think I’m Medusa reincarnate,” He retorted, narrowing his eyes at you. Returning his gaze, you folded your arms across your chest, “If that’s the case you shouldn’t look me in the eyes then.” 

“Every three days from 3 to 6 p.m. starting Monday. My dorm, I’ll text you the building and room number the day of. I like keeping my place a little cold so bring a jacket just in case,” He stated, seemingly done bickering with you. “Is that all?” You confirmed, raising your brows in case he had any last snide comments to make. He shook his head, giving you that obnoxiously fake smile of his and turned around, exiting the cafe without another word. You found yourself following his tall figure until he disappeared around the corner. If that was all he had wanted to tell you, why had he bothered following you all the way to the cafe? Maybe he was a little obsessed with you. You wouldn’t blame him. You had that kind of effect on people who supposedly hated you. 

“Tulmon Hall. 510. Be there or be square.” － S. 

Your stomach sank at the sight of Sunghoon’s message. You had almost forgotten about your study date today. “What’s wrong?” Your friend asked, noticing the damp expression on your face. Setting your phone back down on the table, you sighed loosely and shook your head, “Just Park Sunghoon trying too hard to be funny,” You shared, having already caught her up on the whole tutoring situation. Pressing her lips together, she smiled lightly, “Don’t have too much fun at his place. I’ll give you hell if you do something I wouldn’t do.” 

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes at her and stood up, slinging your bag over your shoulder before picking up your lunch tray. “Does murdering him count as something you wouldn’t do?” 

She shrugged with an unsurprised grin, rising with you as you both ventured to the trashcans to throw everything away. “Morally, yes. But if he does something to you first, then no.” 

Nudging her shoulder, you held the dining hall’s door open. “That’s my girl.” 

You still had about two to three hours until your meeting with Sunghoon. Until then, you figured you could go back to your dorm and do some preparatory reading so that you wouldn’t sound like a bumbling idiot while he went over things with you. He definitely already thought you were too stupid for your own good, and you would rather drink a gallon of piss than prove him right. 

After walking your friend back to her group study, you skipped on over to your dorm to do as you had planned. Sitting on your bed with your notes, you lit a candle and put your headphones on, letting out a quick breath before attentively skimming through each line, trying to form associations in your mind. By the end of the second page however, your eyes had become uselessly heavy. All of a sudden you felt so unexpectedly drowsy, and it made no sense. This was exactly what you had feared would happen. It had barely been five minutes since you had begun. How could your concentration dwindle so easily? Raising the volume of your upbeat music, you sat up straighter and huffed loudly, reading your notes out loud, hoping that would help your situation. 

Much to your dismay however, you couldn’t even finish your sentences. Your voice kept fizzling out everytime you completed a thought in your head, as if your mind wanted you to save your breath. Chucking your notes aside in defeat, you hopped out of your bed and paced about the room. Why was this happening to you now of all times? Were you really burnt out? You certainly felt that way, but you had no clue what could have led to it. This wasn’t going to do. Picking up your phone, you opened your messages with Sunghoon and texted him. “Can I come over now? I have time to spare and I wanna get this over with.” － Y. 

Thankfully, he read your message and started typing back almost instantly. “Sure. But I need to finish eating first. Unless you’re down for a live mukbang.” － S. 

You were down for anything as long as it meant escaping being all by yourself. You weren’t doing yourself any favors and you were confident that your soullessness was probably the reason why you weren’t able to do anything right as of recently. 

Grabbing your jacket in case you needed it, you got your keys and bag and headed out without a second thought. Sunghoon’s dorm building was a five minute walk from yours, so you stopped by the campus cafe on the way to get yourself a large coffee, not wanting to risk getting drowsy in front of him. He was the last person you trusted so naturally, you were not willing to fall asleep near him, even if it was on accident. 

Waltzing into his building, you stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the fifth floor, keeping your eyes on the screen. When it finally read five, you stood by the door, ready to walk out as soon as the doors opened. Scanning your I.D. at the key fob, you yanked open the heavy door that gave access to the long row of dorms on this side of the floor. The dorms in this building were singles that were much larger than the double you lived in. He had definitely payed top dollar to get one of these. Maybe that was why he was living his best life. 

510 was at the end of the hall. You rapped on his door thrice, stuffing your hand in the pocket of your jeans and staring at the toes of your shoes while you waited for him to open up. A few seconds later, Sunghoon poked his head out from behind the door, raising his brows in acknowledgement. “Come on in. Shoes off by the door,” He directed, holding the door open for you. Furrowing your brows, you stepped inside and kicked your shoes off just like he had asked, standing by the entrance awaiting further instruction.

Letting the door wind shut, Sunghoon raked his eyes up and down your body scrutinizingly. “No sweats. That’s a good start,” He commented, sounding as if he was thoroughly impressed. You glanced down at your outfit in confusion. “And what if I had worn sweats?” You asked out of sheer curiosity. He simply shrugged and motioned for you to follow him inside. “I’d probably ask you to change or something. What you’re wearing while you’re studying greatly affects your ability to concentrate,” He shared, “We learned it in Psychology I. Unless you already forgot about that.” 

“I do remember. How could I forget when your annoying ass was there too?” You retorted defensively, glaring at the back of his head. Ignoring you, he plopped down on his bed, gesturing towards his desk. “I cleaned it up for you. That’s where you’ll be, and I’ll be here,” He said, patting his navy blue covers. You snuck in a quick glance of his interior design, slightly impressed by how neat and minimalistic it was. Setting your drink down on his desk, you placed your bag by his chair and took out your things, spreading them out accessibly. When you turned to him, he had a box of sushi in his hand, busy chewing on a piece as if he had been starved. Holding his wrist by his mouth, he raised a finger, needing a minute to swallow and clear his throat. “Before we start looking at the material, what about this chapter is most confusing for you? If we can work that out I’ll know just how to help you understand it.” 

You stared at his face, amused that he was actually taking this seriously. It seemed like he really wanted that extra credit. But then you wondered, did he really need it? His grade was probably perfect, so was the extra credit supposed to be a safety net in case it dropped? But why would it drop? Maybe if the class was only going to get harder from here on out, he had reason to be worried, and that meant you needed to be scared too. 

Noticing the change in your demeanor, he leaned forward, slowing his chewing into a more cow-like speed. “Whatever it is that you’re stressing about, stop it, and answer my question. I don’t want you having a whole ass panic attack while I’m trying to enjoy my sushi,” He complained mockingly, flicking your forehead with his thumb and middle finger before you could react. 

“Ow! What the fuck Sunghoon?” You moaned in pain, rubbing your forehead with a scowl. He could snicker all he wanted to, but that wouldn’t change the fact that your concerns were very valid. You made a mental note to bring it up with him once you were done for the day.  If your suspicions turned out to be correct, then at least you could have some “dirt” on him. Sunghoon hated admitting that something was too difficult for him, and even if he denied it, you knew him well enough to figure out when he was trying to hide something. And say your suspicions were wrong, well then you’d bring up his real intentions some other time, although you were pretty confident that he was only in this for personal gain. 

“Are you gonna say something or just sit there in silence? I know I’ve got a nice face but jeez y/n, can you tone down the ogling a little?” He complained, giving you a weird look. Furrowing your brows at his ridiculousness, you kicked his leg and turned to look outside the window. He was so lucky to have a source of natural light, but you would never tell him that. You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck, “I think the biggest issue right now is that I’ve jumbled up a bunch of the stuff I’ve understood. So basically, I’ve understood it incorrectly from the get go.”

Dropping a slice of pickled ginger on his tongue, Sunghoon hummed and nodded, covering his mouth as he spoke, “Okay, that means we’re gonna have to start from the bottom. Once you get the hang of this basic shit, all you have to do is apply it to the next few units. Just like prof said.” He grinned smugly, wiggling his brows. You had lost count of how many times he had made you roll your eyes just this very day. Setting his food aside, he dusted his hands and scooted forward, pulling out his own notes from his backpack. “Use these for reference. They’re much more concise and simplified,” He offered, tossing you the stack of pages. If there was one thing Sunghoon didn’t care about, it was saving trees. You picked the booklet up, wiggling it in your hand to find that it was unsurprisingly weighted. “There is nothing concise about this. It’s just one chapter and you wrote an entire short story about it.” 

“Look at you being a smartass when you don’t know diddly-squat. The exam was over four whole units and I aced them using this. It doesn’t just cover the information in the textbook, but also types of questions that might be asked regarding certain topics, things to keep in mind, relatable examples, everything that turns this baguette of a class into a quick and easy pb ’n j.” 

As much as you would have loved to, you couldn’t argue with that, although personally, you preferred keeping your notes as minimal as you could. “Fine,” You mumbled, opening the packet up. “Let’s get this over with.” 

“How are things going with Sunghoon?” Your friend asked while you were busy stuffing your face with cup noodles. Opening your mouth to let the steam from the freshly cooked noodles out, you groaned and frantically chewed your way through the big bite you had taken. “Surprisingly well. But I was seriously fucked. I feel like I’m learning this shit for the first time,” You shared, getting ready to take another bite. 

“You know, you haven’t complained about him since the tutoring’s started. Maybe the proximity is getting to you,” She teased, wiggling her brows suggestively. Glaring at her incredulously, you took a bite, chewed and replied, “More like I’ve gotten better at tolerating him. He shuts up when you ignore him. He’s like a dog in that matter, always starving for attention.” 

Your friend raised her brows, pretending to be unconvinced by your reasoning just to tease you further. “You’re meeting him today right?” She inquired, poking uninterestedly at a small cup of fruit. You nodded, having fallen into a routine by now. “Not for much longer though. We’re almost done with the unit. The way he’s dissected the whole thing up, you’d think he’s feeding a baby.” 

Your friend rolled her eyes at you, a knowing smirk adorning her lips. “There you go again, looking for an excuse to rant about him. Forget I ever said anything.” Narrowing your eyes at her, you shook your head mockingly. “I’m not ranting. I’m just telling you. You’re making it sound like I’m obsessed with him.” 

She scoffed, banging her fist against the table in amusement. “Oh you’d be surprised y/n. If I didn’t know that you hated Sunghoon, I’d think you were dating him, that’s how frequently you talk about him.” 

“What? No way. I think I make it quite clear that I dislike him,” You defended, knowing she was just pulling your leg. You felt silly for getting so worked up about this. You should have been playing along instead. Gosh, you were starting to lose your edge. Sunghoon had your brain turned to mush. You feared you were on track to turning into the ultimate nerd just like him. 

“Your face gives you away so easily y/n. I called you out and you’re so embarrassed. That should give you something to think about,” She added, rising from the table with her tray, even though you weren’t done eating yet. You wanted to ask her what she was talking about, but before you could say anything, she checked the time on her phone and gathered all her things. “My study group’s meeting at some cafe off campus. I’ve gotta blast.” Giving you an apologetic smile, she blew you a kiss and speed walked out of the dining hall, leaving you all alone at your lunch table. 

Having no reason to linger about anymore, you scarfed down the rest of your lunch and quickly made your way to Sunghoon’s dorm, not caring that you still had a good two hours to spare. On your way there, you kept wondering what your friend meant about you having something to think about just because she had managed to put you on the spot and embarrass you. Was she insinuating that you subconsciously liked him or something? The mere thought of having a crush on Sunghoon made you shiver uncomfortably. That was so far fetched. Although, you could admit that after having to spend so much more time with him than you normally would,  he was definitely irking you less that he usually did. But that was no fault of his own. You were the one who had a change of heart and mind. It was learned helplessness. The tutoring wasn’t going to go any easier on you if he kept crawling under your skin like he loved to. So you were merely cooperating. You were not developing feelings for Park Sunghoon, and you were never going to in the near future. 

The nature of your train of thought had left you a bit rattled and slightly agitated, hence why you were essentially pounding on Sunghoon’s dorm door. He opened the door seconds later, an unsurprised yet intrigued look on his face. “What’s up with you? Showing up earlier and earlier each day? Do you not have any friends to eat lunch with? Or better yet, do you like spending time with me?” 

Cringing in annoyance, you pushed past him and decided today you were switching places with him. Shifting the sushi he was eating to his desk, you sat down on his twin sized mattress and folded your legs, leaning against the wall as you took your laptop out. 

“Woah, woah, woah! What’s going on here?” He asked as he stepped back into the room, looming over you suspiciously. You were getting a little too comfortable in his house weren’t you? Maybe he needed to set you straight right this instant. “That chair of yours is too rigid. It’s like the padding’s stuffed with rocks or something,” You complained, keeping your eyes on your laptop screen so that he couldn’t use his bullshit detector on you. Regardless, he scoffed, perching himself against his chair, as if he were comforting the object because you had injured its sentiments. “Keep your lies to yourself thank you very much. And tell me, do you seriously have nothing better to do until three? Why do you keep barging in here like you own the place?” He confronted, sounding a lot more serious than he had back at the front door. This time, you couldn’t help but glare back at him. “You don’t seem to have too much of a problem with it. You know you could always just send me back on my way, but no. Maybe it’s you who likes my company.” 

Sunghoon chuckled in disbelief, humored by your words. He nodded condescendingly, “The only reason I let you in every time you show up is because of that stupid look you’re always wearing. You might deny it now but your face always gives you away. You look so eager to have someone to be with so that you won’t be rotting alone in your room. I find myself pitying you because I don’t wanna be an accomplice to the depression you’re on track for. I think you need to stop projecting your feelings onto me and come to terms with whatever the fuck is going on with your miserable life, because shit’s gotten so bad that even I can notice it without having to ask you first!” 

You stared at Sunghoon in utter shock, caught off guard by his outburst, essentially regarding this dark spell that had cast itself over your life. “Your face gives you away.” Those were the exact words your friend had used too. Whatever was going on with you, was it really that bad? Bad enough to leave Sunghoon catching his breath after getting mad at you? 

“You look so eager to have someone to be with.” No, you showed up to Sunghoon’s dorm because you wanted to get things over with, perhaps even clear out your afternoons. But not because you were lonely. So why couldn’t you tell him that? 

Triggered by your silence, Sunghoon pulled his chair out and took a seat. “You know what I think the real problem here is? It’s not that you can’t focus because this shit is hard to grasp. I’ve been watching you these past few weeks and you’re catching on a bit too easily for someone who claims to be confused about the concepts. I’m not accusing you of anything here, but tell me, what’s the most abnormal thing that’s happened in your life from the start of this half of the semester up until now?”

You blinked at him in confusion, bouncing from one train of thought to another. You were still so stunned from the rant he had directed at you that your mind was starting to lag. “Umm, I don’t know. Nothing eventful’s really happened,” You mumbled, wondering what he was trying to accomplish here. “I’ll tell you what,” He shared determinedly, “It’s this. This little studying thing we’ve got going on. That’s the most interesting thing that’s happened in your life in a matter of months now.” 

Furrowing your brows, you shook your head, not sure you were following his logic. “How is this interesting? I don’t get what you’re saying Sunghoon.” 

“Look, interesting doesn’t have to mean something you’re looking forward to. What I mean is that, you probably weren’t expecting that we, despite our differences, would be in an arrangement like this right? I think the cause behind your burn out was simply a mundane routine. Doing the same shit every day, nothing new, nothing exciting happening in your life. Even our rivalry wasn’t cutting it out for you anymore. Because you were getting used to it all. You were getting through each day merely because you had nothing else to do, not because you were looking forward to what the coming day held for you. But when this happened, when we had to start working together, I noticed how you bounced back to how you used to be. Snapping at me, coming up with witty comebacks. That’s the y/n I know. You just need a change of scenery, something to spice your life up. Once that happens, everything will get right back on track,” Sunghoon explained, a soft smile lingering on his face once he was done with his piece. 

You felt like you had been skinned raw. How were all of these things so obvious to him when you could barely come up with a single reason as to why your life was slowly coming apart at the seams? It wasn’t like you shied away from surprising yourself, but lately, you hadn’t had the chance to. The more you thought about what Sunghoon was telling you, the harder it was to deny that he was on to something. It was a bit odd that he was on your side for this one, but you had really needed to hear this, and it didn’t really matter whom from. 

There were still so many things to think about though. For now, you huffed and met Sunghoon’s eyes, unsure of what to say. He was still smiling at you, unfazed by how uncommon it was of him to do so. You sighed, “I think I’m gonna go back to my dorm. We can just make this up at our next meeting. I’m sorry but…” You trailed off, having a hard time staying in the moment. 

Sunghoon nodded, not seeming to object your decision. “Yeah, sure. I’ll see you Friday, three o’clock－or earlier, whatever you’d like,” He agreed, moving out of your way. Slowly, you put your laptop back in your bag and scooted off his bed, too overwhelmed to have any sense of urgency. Sunghoon sat back, watching in silence as you padded to his door and slipped out of his room without another word. Letting out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, he turned around to his desk, eyeing his lunch which he had now lost appetite for. He had no idea what had come over him for him to go all shrink on you, but he hoped you would hear him, because for some reason, he wanted to look out for you. After all, maintaining this rivalry was a two man job, and if he wanted to keep his life interesting enough, then he had to keep it going at all costs. 

On the other hand, when you got back to your dorm, you were oddly put off by everything that had just gone down. You and Sunghoon weren’t like that. You didn’t look out for each other, there was nothing friendly about your rivalry. Sure, it spurred you on to do well academically, but apart from that, you expected nothing from each other. Everything was fine up until he mentioned pitying you, because he was still cross with you then. But the shift in his demeanor, the concern that was flowing from his tongue, it was foreign and it made you feel so out of place. Who was he to tell you it was all going to get better? You still couldn’t understand what his intentions were, for agreeing to the tutoring, and now this. He was talking about your old self and your new self, the one he never pitied and the one he pitied, the one he hated and the one he cared about. When did he even have the time to make all these observations about you? You thought he was only interested in your faults, but it seemed not. And then there was all the stuff your friend had said about you and him. You had already been over this, but it was still bothering you. You were so confused by everything that was going on that you hardly had a clue how to make sense of things. You just needed things to go back to normal. Sunghoon said you were getting the hang of things, which hopefully meant that your arrangement would be coming to an end soon. After that, you wouldn’t have to see three hours of him, and your friend wouldn’t tease you about not complaining about him. You would go back to competing with and calling each other names, and everything would be alright again. 

Friday afternoon, three o’clock, you were standing in front of Sunghoon’s door, ready for a fresh start. You weren’t sure how you were going to combat your previous meeting. It partly depended on Sunghoon too. Would you talk about it? Or would you pretend like it had never happened? The thought of having shared such an emotionally intimate moment with Sunghoon was going to haunt you forever. But oh well, you could still live with it as long as he never brought it up. 

“Hey there. You’re actually on time,” Sunghoon greeted, his voice holding that bittersweet amusement that was meant to get under your skin. Perfect, it seemed like he was making an effort to restore relations between you both. As a reward for his remark, you characteristically rolled your eyes and pushed past him, entering his dorm. “If we’re doing the practice test thingy today, I’m sitting on your bed. I want to be comfortable,” You announced. 

Sunghoon shrugged nonchalantly, “If it keeps you from concentrating, not my fault. That just means you’ll have to spend even more time studying with me,” He sang, occupying the top half of his bed. Facing him, you took a seat at the foot of his bed, glad that he had a tall column of shelves strategically placed for you to lean against. Taking your laptop out of your bag, you checked the email he had sent you and opened the link to the test. 

“You get the whole three hours which is more than enough. Since this is practice, feel free to ask any questions. I’ll be right here, taking a nap,” He informed, placing his arm behind his head and letting out a tired groan. That basically meant that he was going to be of no use. You put your headphones on, preferring your favorite playlist as background noise as opposed to his snores, and finally, pressed the “start test” button. 

About ten minutes in, Sunghoon was actually out cold. You had been banking on him being an ugly sleeper, but he slept relatively normally. His lips were parted, letting out soft breaths, and his lashes were unmoving. You kept stealing glances at him throughout the duration of your test, not wanting to miss a chance to snag an embarrassing picture of him in case his statue like state happened to crumble. But it seemed he had taken a vow to not embarrass himself, otherwise why would he have even considered falling asleep before you? 

You finished the practice test with about fifteen minutes to spare, having found it pretty easy. Instead of waking Sunghoon up to let him know you were done, you decided now was the perfect opportunity to go snooping through his things. These past few weeks Sunghoon had the upper hand in your rivalry. He had way more dirt on you than you did on him, and you felt like you needed to level things out. So you carefully set your laptop down and got off the bed, creeping over to his shelves first to see what things he might have been hiding in plain sight. 

The top shelf was full of all his achievements. Medals, trophies, certificates, and plaques that he had won in college itself. He was such an overachiever, it was annoying to see. The next shelf under was full of mementos, pictures with his friends, bracelets, some type of wooden music box, a wilted rose. Dear lord, he was two steps away from becoming a hoarder. The next few rows were empty, and the last one just had a tall box. You crouched down, pulling the box forward, only to realize it was heavier than it appeared. It was placed sideways, so you couldn’t really read the gold engraved onto its front without bending your body to the side awkwardly. 

“Black Box Spirits: Vodka.” Holy shit. Sunghoon was stashing booze in his dorm. He wasn’t allowed to do that. You giggled mischievously, pulling out your phone to snap a quick picture of it as evidence. The kid wasn’t even twenty-one yet. What was he doing owning hard liquor like this? 

“What are you doing?” Sunghoon’s groggy voice coincidentally asked right that instant, unitentionally startling you. Losing your footing, you ended up stumbling on your ass. Staring at you intently, he glanced at the phone in your hand, then to the cabinet, and grinned knowingly. “Were you eyeing my vodka?” 

At least now you knew he wasn’t the brightest star first thing when he woke up. You smiled cunningly, showing him the evidence you had collected. “Oh worse, I’m gonna show this to the RAs. Then they’re gonna kick your ass to the streets,” You threatened waving your phone about teasingly. Sunghoon folded his arms across his chest, raising his brows because he was very alarmed by your taunting. “Or, we could crack it open, celebrate the hundred you just got on your practice test, and then you could delete that picture. What say? I know you won’t refuse free alcohol.” 

He was right. You would never say no to that. It was the weekend, and you had nothing better to do. Plus, it had been ages since you had last gotten drunk. Maybe you could let loose. “Alright. But let me just tell you right now, I’m no lightweight, so don’t blame me if we get through the entire bottle by tonight,” You warned, seizing the box before getting back on his bed. 

Stifling a yawn, he grinned and sat forward, watching you pick at the tape on the box’s opening eagerly. Once it was off, you pushed the top flap up, folding the edges along the rim and carefully pulled the heavy bottle out of its case. Sunghoon took the box and placed it on his desk while you twisted the cap off and took a swig. The bitter liquid burned as it descended down your throat, making you hiss. Sunghoon snickered at you, clicking his tongue in disapproval. “You’re an amateur. I’ll show you how it’s done,” He said, snatching the bottle from you. Raising it to his mouth, he poured the vodka into his mouth, eliciting a faint “glug” sound from the bottle. You could already tell this was going to be bad. Forcing the fiery substance down, he clutched his stomach, while wincing at you in pain. “See? Easy as that,” He choked out, curling up into a ball. 

“If you die, I’ll kill you myself,” You warned, taking another small sip from the bottle. “I’d rather get hit by a bus than die at your hands,” Sunghoon sneered, sitting up again. You sighed as you handed him the bottle, pulling your knees to your chest. “Tuesday was awkward, wasn’t it?” He asked, taking a more tame sip this time. Oh, so you were going to talk about it. Well, awkward was an understatement. Laughing under your breath, you pointed the bottle at him after he passed it over to you with a nod. “I think I was most shocked by the fact that you actually care about others. I thought basic humanity was beneath you.” 

Sunghoon gave you a sad look and pouted, “Oh come on now, I deserve more credit.” Scoffing, you shook your head at the way he was feigning hurt. “We’re not friends Sunghoon. We shouldn’t talk to each other like that.” 

He furrowed his brows, taking the bottle from you. “Dumbass, if you lose your marbles and become a failure, who am I supposed to compete against? Don’t get me wrong, I would love to be the undefeated champion, but that would get really boring really fast.” 

“So your reason for boosting my moral was so that you’d have someone to entertain you. Did I get that right?” You asked, unable to believe the audacity he had. He shrugged and nodded, going along with your words. “I don’t think I couldn’t have said it better myself. You’re nothing more than a measly play thing to me.” 

Gasping in disbelief, you couldn’t help but smile. “Good to know we’re back to normal then.” 

“Heh. Yeah I guess.” 

Both of you continued drinking in silence after that. You were glad that you were able to get all that stuff out of the way, knowing it was better addressed than simply brushed off. The sky outside was gradually turning into a deeper shade of blue, indicating that you had definitely overstayed your welcome. Sunghoon didn’t seem to mind however, and the bottle wasn’t finished yet. So, not wanting to compromise your challenge of outdrinking him, you kept passing the bottle back and forth until you drank every last drop. 

It only took you both about forty-five minutes to get through the entire bottle one sip at a time. By then, the sun had just barely dipped past the horizon, illuminating Sunghoon’s dorm in a deep blue hue, and the two of you were definitely a little more than buzzed. As you stared at him from across the bed, you couldn’t help but feel bothered by the way he kept picking at his bottom lip. “What the fuck are you doing?” You asked, offended that he would dare do such a disgusting thing in front of you. 

“I don’t know, skin’s coming off,” He mumbled helplessly, dusting his fingers off only to replace them with his teeth instead. Cringing at him in disgust, you pretended to vomit and whined distastefully. “Don’t you have lip balm or something?”

Sunghoon looked around his room, shrugging, “I don’t know. Can’t find it.” 

“You didn’t even look for it,” You chided, slapping your forehead at his stupidity. 

“Why don’t you give me some of yours if it bothers you so much then? Always being such a fussy pants,” He mocked, sticking his tongue out at you childishly. “I might be a fussy pants but at least I have nice lips,” You defended, pulling out your tube of chapstick from your jeans pocket. “Give me your face,” You demanded, crawling up to his side of the bed. Popping the cap off the chapstick, you twisted it up and grabbed Sunghoon’s face between your fingers, softly rubbing the pad of your thumb over the red line that was splitting his bottom lip. “You made yourself bleed bitch,” You chastised, swiping the lip balm over his sore lips before rubbing it in with your finger since you didn’t trust what he would do if you asked him to rub his lips together. 

“Your eyes are pretty,” He giggled, grasping your hand before you could pull it away. Unamused, you met his gaze, staring into his dark brown orbs. “I know. I take good care of them,” You bragged insensibly, clearly in a drunken stupor. Sunghoon smirked, his eyes falling down to your lips. The way he was looking at you made you feel like you knew what he was going to do. But that didn’t change how stunned you were when he actually did it. For the slightest second, his lips touched yours, leaving behind a faint trace of your lip balm. 

Pulling your hand away from his, you touched your lips in disbelief. “What was that for?” You asked uncertainly. “I used your lips to kiss me better. Since I got hurt,” He explained deliriously. “That’s so stupid Sunghoon,” You replied, staring into his eyes again. 

If you didn’t hate Park Sunghoon as much as you did, maybe you would have been more elated that he had kissed you. But you still disliked him, so you grabbed his face in your hands and pulled his lips back onto yours, kissing him hard. Sunghoon seemed to still hate you too, so he immediately circled his arms around your waist, pulling you on top of him, making your chest press up against his. The instant you pulled away from your long kiss, his lips jumped right back to yours, making you arch your back as he leaned forward, wanting more. His lips moved hastily against yours, drawing more and more out of you. He tilted his head, shamelessly deepening the kiss as he moved his hands up the small of your back. Needing to catch your breath, you pulled away, forehead touching his as you tucked your fingers beneath the hem your shirt and lifted it off over your head. 

Without opening his eyes, his hand came forward to squeeze your bra covered breast. You placed your hand over his, sighing against his lips with furrowed brows. The way he touched you was so provocative. The space between your legs tingled with desire. As he resumed kissing you, Sunghoon pulled your bra down, exposing the breast he had so desperately been groping. Feeling his calloused fingertips pinch and tug at your nipple made you moan. 

Sunghoon took that as an opportunity to leave a trail of kisses from your chin, to your jaw, down to your neck, and lastly your collar bone. His mouth was so warm and wet it made every square inch of your skin ignite. You looked down, watching him kiss the top of your breast. The sight was so attractive that you found yourself reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra, wanting him to have more access to your skin, and also hopefully realize where you wanted him to kiss you most. 

Biting your lip, you tangled your hands in his soft hair, guiding his head down to your tits. He finally ran his tongue over your nipple, closing his lips around it soon after, allowing you to let out the moan that had been lingering on the tip of your tongue. The ache between your legs was starting to become insatiable. You weren’t exactly on top of him, so you had nothing to grind against. Him sucking on your boob wasn’t making anything easier for you. The more your frustration increased, the more restless you became. 

Sunghoon switched to your other breast, giving both of them equal attention. You were grunting softly and cursing at this point, finding it so hard to resist doing something. Before long, you grabbed his face and pulled him up to your level again, crashing your lips onto his while adjusting your position so that you were sitting on his lap properly. 

Almost instantaneously, you began grinding your hips against his crotch, letting out the most carnal groans as you kissed him. “I’m gonna cream my pants if you keep that up,” He warned, his voice barely a whisper. Something about hearing the lewd words from him tickled a spot in your brain that was better left untouched. Pulling away from his lips abruptly, your eyes bored into his as you caught your breath, and then, you tackled the waistband of his pants, not caring how needy you appeared. 

Sunghoon helped you pull them off his legs along with his boxers, kicking them off impatiently while you slid down his body, squeezing yourself between his legs. Lifting his partially limp cock in your fist, you released a ball of spit straight onto his tip, using your palm to spread the wetness around. It had been so long since you had felt a firm dick in your hands. This was so damn gratifying. Sunghoon watched intently as you started jerking him off, hardening his cock up with slow, long strokes. 

Once you were fairly certain that he was fully hard, you brought his cock to your mouth,  dragging your tongue over his tip. He looked so shameless, enjoying the way you were treating him. You lowered your mouth on his cock, closing your lips just a little underneath his tip, knowing damn well you couldn’t take him all the way. You were a college student, not a porn star, and your mouth could only occupy copious amounts of coffee, not dick. 

Slowly, you began bobbing your head up and down along his length, taking as much of him as you could while keeping a tight grip on the base of his cock so that the hefty mass of it would stay in place. It had been a hot minute since you had last sucked cock, so your skills were definitely a bit rusty. Thankfully, the expression on Sunghoon’s face was telling enough that you weren’t doing too shabby of a job. 

Feeling like you weren’t doing enough though, you squeezed his balls with your other hand, finally drawing out an audible moan from him. Releasing his cock with a pop, you resumed stroking his length, taking a minute to suck on his balls because you knew most men liked that, and it seemed like Sunghoon was no exception. 

You brought your mouth back to his cock, licking a stripe up his length before sucking on his tip like you would a lollipop. Sunghoon grimaced, too turned on by what you were doing. “Fuck, I can’t do this anymore. Take your pants off,” He urged, lifting your mouth off his cock. As you scrambled to unbutton your jeans, Sunghoon got up and retrieved a condom from one of his drawers. Tearing the silver square open, he slid the rubber over his cock, climbing back onto the bed and making you lay down on your back. You kicked your jeans and panties off, letting them join the pile of clothes that had formed by his bedside and spread your legs so Sunghoon could settle in between them. 

He slapped his cock against your pussy, aiming his spit perfectly so that it dribbled down to your slit. You wondered how many times he must have practiced that to make it seem so effortless. Holding your thigh, Sunghoon pushed his cocked into your entrance, placing both his hands on either side of your head before entering you up all the way. Whimpering, you brought your hands to his shoulders, glancing down between your legs to watch as he began slowly thrusting into you. 

His movements were so fluid, not rushed and frantic like most boys your age. Maybe it was the alcohol? Because you simply refused to believe he was actually good at sex. The antisocial snail within him made him seem nothing like the type to hook up with strangers, because the way he was fucking you right now, you could tell he had quite some experience with driving on unfamiliar terrain. Or he could have just been born with it, natural intuition and instinct. If it wasn’t obvious, you were trying really hard no to give him any credit right now. There was no way he could be good at everything he tried. 

You let your eyes fall shut, throwing your head back as moans poured out from your throat. He was making you feel so fucking good, sending your brain into an absolute frenzy. Hearing his grunts and groans from above you was making you even more wet than you had been to begin with. 

Sunghoon leaned down and started kissing your neck, gently slamming his cock into you, making you bounce steadily. Feeling your chest press up against his, his heartbeat thrumming in sync with yours, you felt so much closure. You wanted to hold him closer but you were afraid it would seem too desperate. The angel on your shoulder was telling you to stop this while you still could, while the devil on the other side wanted you to indulge shamelessly in the pleasure he was giving you. 

You were so conflicted and out of your mind that you were subconsciously praying Sunghoon would distract you from your dilemma. At least that way, paired with your inherent intoxication, you would have an excuse as to why you weren’t thinking straight. You didn’t mind regretting this in the morning, because right now it was the best thing that had ever happened to you in quite some time. Who knew that the solution to all your problems had been standing in front of you all along? 

“Please! Fuck me harder,” You begged, having reached some sort of resolution for the time being. Touching his forehead to yours, Sunghoon painted your parted lips with his hot gasps, smiling knowingly, “I was wondering when you’d fucking ask,” He laughed, pulling out of you so he could flip you around on all fours. 

Raising your hips, he slipped his cock back inside you with much more ease than before, pushing your head down into the mattress. “Stay just like that,” He instructed, snapping his hips into you from behind. You let out a high pitched gasp, caught off guard by the sudden thrust. Sunghoon did it again, gradually setting himself into a uniform rhythm. 

Moaning into his bedsheets, you clawed at them between your fists, curling your toes as the tip of his cock grazed deliciously over your g-spot, faintly enough to not be painful. You were going to start crying because of how good he was making you feel. The pleasure was unmatched to anything you had ever experienced before. Was there a possibility that you were exaggerating because you were drunk? Yes, there definitely was. But you couldn’t tell if the sex was sobering you up or giving you an even stronger high. 

Sunghoon gripped your hips tightly, using your own body as a rein to pound into you. “Who would have guessed that you of all people would have such a spectacular pussy,” Sunghoon spoke, giving your ass a loud, stinging smack. You were surprised by how satisfying the numbness that followed the pain felt. “God I can’t get enough of you,” He continued, grunting as he thrusted into you relentlessly. 

If you could form any coherent sentences or simply think straight, you would have said something back. But you couldn’t so you didn’t, and hopelessly resorted to your needy moaning since that was all you could manage to do in the moment. 

Your clit was throbbing so intensely that you reached a hand down between your legs and began rubbing it furiously, craving an orgasm like never before. “You getting ready to cum all over my cock? Bet you’ve never dreamed of doing it before,” He taunted, his ego having boosted to heights unknown. 

The stakes were higher this time. You weren’t trading off an orgasm for a stupid comeback. So you sucked it up like a champ and focused on your own pleasure, digging your knees into the mattress as you felt your orgasm fast approaching. “Mmh, just like that,” You moaned, encouraging his harsh thrusts to help push you over the edge. Your walls squeezed tightly around his cock, gushing with your sticky cum. Sunghoon slowed down just a bit, working you through your high while hissing through his teeth. 

Pulling out of you, he turned you around on your back again, tugging the condom off his cock before making you sit up so you could suck him off to his high. He kept a hand on the back of your head, using the other to hold his cock in place as he guided your mouth back and forth along it. Holding onto his thigh, you massaged his balls with your other hands, speeding up the process. Breathy groans, curses, and hisses all singled how close he was until finally, he pulled out of your mouth to let his jizz drip all over your chest, between your tits, and slowly trickle down your abdomen. “I made a mess,” He giggled, milking every last drop of his cum onto you before moving off of you. 

Swiping your fingers over your stomach, you collected the sticky white substance on your fingers, smearing it around. Sunghoon slipped his boxers back on, tossing you his shirt before disappearing into the bathroom. You heard the sink running, guessing he was probably washing his face or something to sober up a little. Before you put his shirt on, you got off the bed and snooped around for some tissue paper to clean yourself up. The only reason he could afford making such a mess was because he had the liberty of having a bathroom in his dorm. And where was his hospitality? He should have let you go in there first. 

You decided to put on your underwear on and wait outside the bathroom door, bunching his shirt in your fist. Minutes later, Sunghoon finally emerged from behind the door, the light from inside the bathroom at last giving you an opportunity to get a good look at his face. Seeing him clearly sparked a flame in flame inside your mind. You tilted your head, eyes following him back to his bed, where he laid down, leisurely tucking his arms behind his head. What on earth was going on right now? 

Stepping into the bathroom, you shut the door behind yourself and turned the tap on, cleaning his cum off of your body. Once you were done, you patted yourself dry with a towel and slipped his shirt on, meeting your own eyes in the mirror, which only seemed to strengthen the flame in your mind. You realized, everything that had just gone down had occurred purely out of impulse. You putting your lip balm on him instead of handing him to tube so he could do it himself, you resuming your kiss with him after he had merely touched his lips to yours, you undressing yourself, showing him where you wanted him to kiss you, using his body to relive the fire between your legs, wordlessly giving him a blowjob, asking him to fuck you harder－everything that had just happened, all of it was on you. 

Shocked, you gasped and covered your mouth, recalling the way you had rationalized your desire at every instance. There was no denying that you had wanted him. And it was so ironic because you swore the thought of doing anything like what you had just done with him, was utterly repulsive. Well, it seemed not. It seemed like you had been lying to yourself all along. What was the adage? You won’t know till you try. Well you had tried and you had liked it, so what did that mean for you? Did you like Park Sunghoon? Or did you like the way he made you feel? 

Turning off the light, you exited the bathroom and glanced at Sunghoon warily. This would be a lot easier for you if you could deduce how he really felt about you. Did he actually despise you as much as he claimed to? Because a lot of the things he had done in the past few days, and even now, weren’t hateful in the slightest. Sure, he had cussed at you a few times and made a few snide comments, but they were all devoid of the spite and malice he normally directed toward you. So, did that mean that he had a change of heart and mind as well?

“Everything alright?” He asked, noticing the confounded look on your face. You didn’t even know how to bring this up with him. Drunk words were sober thoughts, but what about drunk thoughts? “I’m just a little dizzy,” You fibbed, although it wasn’t entirely a lie. You knew you were intoxicated, for you wouldn’t have been this philosophical and deep in thought if you weren’t. Funnily enough though, lately, even without the influence of alcohol, you had been pondering over many things. 

Allowing a weak grin to take over your lips, you walked over to the pile of clothes, contemplating whether you should pull your pants on and leave, or linger about. Sunghoon eyed you keenly, aware of the dilemma you were facing. But he didn’t want to butt in or suggest anything. He had already prompted you once, and look at what had happened. And as much as he would have loved to order a pizza and make sense of the lovely evening you had just spent together, he was going to shut up and let you make the choice. He didn’t want to take the blame in case you regretted anything later.

Your phone screen lit up with a notification, snapping you out of your daze. You picked it up, seeing it was just a message from your friend asking if you wanted to go out and get some dinner with the rest of your friend group. See now this was what your life was supposed to be like. Not this unfamiliar scene with you standing in front of a half naked Sunghoon, wearing nothing but his shirt and your underwear. 

You retrieved your jeans from the mess on the floor, wordlessly pulling them up your legs. “I have to go. Sorry for getting carried away. It won’t happen again,” You found yourself apologizing for some reason. Before Sunghoon could come up with a response, you turned on your heel and slipped your shoes on, leaving his dorm without looking back. 

Sunghoon laughed to himself, glancing at your laptop and school bag that you had left behind on his bed. Your bra was still thrown on the floor in the midst of his pants and your chapstick was still resting by his pillowcase. 

Sunghoon was a lot of things, but he wasn’t stupid. You had stormed off still wearing his shirt too. You thought you were slick, but you really weren’t. You had just given yourself an excuse to come back to him, and Sunghoon couldn’t wait until he saw you next. 

© iiousim | hope you enjoyed! part two coming soon~

missing you — lee heeseung.

pairing: heeseung x fem!reader

wc: 1740+

sypnosis. your boyfriend was always so busy with his schedules, world tours, anything an idol does. you want to spend time with him again, like when you two first met. where did those times go? what if he forgot about you? do you regret dating him? will this be the last time you’ll meet him?

warnings. one-shot, smut, (minors strictly dni), explicit language, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, (both receiving) a little angst (?), overuse of nicknames, a little crying. please tell me if i need to add more.

featuring. chaewon of le sserafim.

a/n. AAAAA i’m genuinely am excited for all of you guys to read my first ever fic !! (more like a drabble since its really short but anyway sjsj) this was actually really rushed because i finished more than half of it in a week 🥲 i will keep proof-reading it over and over again because there maybe some spelling mistakes 🙈 but other than that, i hope you all enjoy reading, and thank you for waiting so patiently 🥹 ugh i love you guys sm. and also as a beginner, thanks to the people who helped me a lot when i was struggling <33 ok i should stop talking, have fun reading <3333 (and i apologise if the smut part starts really quickly 😭)

your boyfriend was always so busy with his schedules, and obviously with his world tours coming up with flying overseas, fan meetings, etc. it was hard dating someone who was an idol.

it was only a matter of seconds when you finally got to meet him again, you missed everything, his touch, his kisses, his love. at the point, you wanted it to all be over. knowing nothing would change. nobody was there for you anymore, except for your one and only bestfriend.

“why do you look so down today? thinking about your boyfriend hm?” chaewon said breaking the silence, looking you up and down. “i don’t know chae, what if he’s flirting with other girls? did he forget about me? what if he cheated?” you spat out, sighing after.

“okay hold on, forgetting you? after the two of you lovebirds doing it for the first time ever on my bed? theres no way.” she scoffed.

“god chaewon, please for fuck’s sake, stop talking about that.” you rolled your eyes at her as she chuckled.

 “heard from jake that he’s free after their concert tomorrow, why don’t you meet him then?” you sat up properly after hearing what she said.

 “yeah, maybe i will.”

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 it was the next day, and of course you wanted to look good in front of him after months, you chose to wear his favourite perfume, following with his favourite outfit.

you were sitting in the waiting room waiting for him to come out, ‘5 minutes left’ you thought. you then heard cheering and muffling sounds outside the room, making you jump,  fixing your hair and posture quickly.

“y/n?” he entered the room. “heeseung..” running up to hug him, inhaling his scent already making you melt in his touch. “i missed you so, so much.” your eyes became teary as he stroked your hair along with his other hand on your waist.

“baby..” he lifted your face with his index finger to stare at your eyes. “was i gone for too long?” you nodded. “i’m so sorry my love.” he whispered as he wiped your tears with his thumb before kissing your temple.

you instantly got touchy with him, you missed him so much to the point where you couldn’t control yourself the second you saw him walk in. you didn’t want to do it straight away, you didn’t want him to think the relationship is all just about sex. of course there was more to it.

but you desperately needed him so bad.

“let me make it up to you.” your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he leaned closer, moving his hand to cup your cheek, he pulled your face in, your lips were inches away from eachother. “i’m here now, baby, its okay.” he whispered against your lips, then pressing them into yours.

 his words making you flutter, you slowly closed your eyes as the kiss went from being passionate, to just slightly aggressive. but he didn’t want to hurt you. stepping back a little giving him signs to go on the couch behind because of how your fresh blisters from your heels was killing you.

it wasn’t too long until he had already hovered over you, you put your hands on his shoulders to push him up with a little force as you then straddled his lap, his hands were roaming all over your body, tilting your head to the side to be able to give him more access inside your mouth, your arms around his neck pulling him in closer, he let out a whimper against your lips as you deepened the kiss.

he removed his hand from your waist to unbutton your shirt, undressing you. throwing your shirt to the side, he slowly moved his hand to your back, feeling his cold fingertips making you hum in his mouth. without hesitation, he unclasped your bra finally revealing your swollen boobs and your hard nipples. he then kissed down to your jaw, neck, then your chest, closing his mouth around one nipple, pushing his tongue down firmly as he licked your bud.

your head fell back in pleasure, sighing against his ear. “hee..” his other hand played with your other boob while he sneakily tries to slip off your skirt, you realised what he was doing so you helped him by lifting yourself up slightly for him to slip it off more easily. you sat back down feeling his bulge right through underneath your panties making you whimper, his hands were all over your body once again.

you gasped as he connected his lips onto yours again, his arms hugging your waist to pull you closer, your fingers ran through his hair vaguely pulling it, eliciting a groan from him. heeseung hovered you again making your back hit the couch. “fuck, your so pretty.. my pretty.” he whispered against your lips. he pulled over his shirt as well before leaning back to you, kissing you feverishly. you wrapped your legs around his waist, cupping his soft face as your teeth clashed together.

he went back down to your breasts, taking as much as he can. “heeseung..” you sighed. “what is it baby?” you tried catching your breath before saying anything. “i need words, sweetheart.” “i— i want you to fuck me so b- bad.. please.” you were getting impatient. “not yet.” he smirked as he started to kiss down your stomach, tugging on your waistband before pulling them off steadily. his fingers ran down your folds as you held back your moans.

“so fucking wet. only for me.” he gave soft kisses on your thighs before spreading them apart to be able to get a more clearer view of your pussy. you looked down seeing him smirk before he dived into your hole, you heaved biting back your lips, refusing to let out a moan so nobody can hear from outside the room. but luckily, heeseung locked the door earlier. “nuh-uh, i wanna hear it baby.” and so you obeyed, letting out the most angelic moans he had ever heard as he continued, his tongue going back and forth deep in and out of your hole eagerly.

you felt his nose prod against your folds everytime he buried his tongue deep inside. lapping at all the juices from every place. heeseung wanted to show how much he missed you, seeing you cry before made him feel worse about never seeing you again as he also felt the same.

he looked up as your eyes were closed shut from the extreme pleasure, his hands went to pat your hip in an assuring way. he decided to add a finger in to help you reach your high, along with his tongue synchronizing with it too. “hee, i’m s-so close, ah..” you squirmed, hearing your moans made him go faster, eating you out thoroughly.

you came all over his tongue, including his fingers. you looked down at him as he licked every corner of his mouth that still had your cum on it. you were now out of breath, but a part of you wanted to keep going.

“are you okay, baby?” heeseung went back up to you worriedly, he pushed away your sweaty strands, as you nodded at his question, not being able to say anything from how good your orgasm felt. “lets continue on later, okay?” you shook your head furiously, wanting to do everything right then and there. cupping his cheeks as you pulled him in for another kiss, tasting yourself from the leftover juices mixed with your cum in his mouth.

he pulled away from the kiss, standing up to take his shirt off and to unbuckle the belt to his pants. “heeseung, i need you so bad.” you muttered. “beg for it, princess.” he said climbing back on top of you again. “please.” you said staring at him with your hazy eyes. he stroked his cock a few times before lining it up in front of your entrance.

“good girl, my good girl.” he was already halfway in, but you were already a moaning mess. you dug your nails on his shoulders as he picked up the pace, slamming his hips into your swollen hole. your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the immense pleasure your boyfriend was giving you.

“your so fucking tight, baby.” ending his sentence with a low grunt. with all the strength you have left in your body, you pushed him up with both hands, straddling his lap again. you gasped feeling that it was more bigger when you sat down on him. “ride me.” he uttered against your ear. you complied to his words, rocking your hips back and forth on his cock.

now you doing all the work, heeseung gets to see how absolutely beautiful you look while riding him. “yeah, just like that, fuck.” he moaned as he threw his head back from how good you felt. your hands were on his knees, giving him a perfect view of your body. he took one hand from your waist to roll it on your boob, making you moan. “i missed you so fucking much.” he then pulled you in by your waist ending up in another kiss session, you didn’t have any energy left in yourself, but you wanted to do it for him trying your best to move while passively kissing him.

“heeseung, i’m close..” you whimpered against his lips. “i’m close too, fuck.” you both released at the same time as both your heads fell back together, the room filled with your moans. you plopped on his sweaty chest, not being able to move from how tired you are, he lifted your head up pushing away your sweaty strands of hair from your face, and wiping your tears, then pulling you in, gently kissing your forehead. “did you miss me that much?” he chuckled.  “so much.” you answered, leaving soft kisses on his neck.

“please don’t leave me again, hee.” he smiled at your words, realising how lucky he is to have you. “let’s get you cleaned up.” you nodded.

“come home with me, please..” you talked, but he didn’t want to answer because he can’t promise you. knowing this’ll be the last time you’ll both meet eachother. the next day he’ll have to leave you alone again for months, months that could turn into years.

and the day that your relationship will be over.

YOURSJAEYUN est. 2022. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

heeseung’s hand slipped under your skirt and grazed against your thigh, softly massaging it as he felt your muscles tense. you sent him a swift glance, returning your focus back to jake as you tried to ignore the grip heeseung’s fingers had on your soft skin, and the heat that was slowly making its way through your core.

your breath hitched as you felt heeseung’s hand slip between your legs, moving to cup your cunt as he traced a finger along the wet patch progressively forming on your panties. your hips unconsciously bucked into him, a smile making its way onto his face whilst he maintained his conversation with sunghoon easily, seemingly unbothered by the feeling of your throbbing pussy against him.

after shuffling closer to you and angling himself in a way where he could move his hand freely without being too suspicious, heeseung moved your panties to the side. he began trailing his fingers up to slowly circle your clit, before moving them back down to your entrance, gathering your arousal and spreading it across your pussy lips.

he inserted his middle finger into your tight cunt painfully slow, feeling you clench around him as he curled it upwards, searching for the spongey spot inside you that would have you leaking around him in minutes. you bit your lip, trying to focus on anything other than the heavenly feeling of heeseung’s long digit inside of you. you softly ground your hips against him, the rough palm of his hand making contact with your clit everytime you moved, taking a sharp breath in as he began to speed up.

you began to twitch, legs shaking and head clouding with pleasure, the sound of jake’s voice fading into nothing as you screwed your eyes shut, no longer caring about being discreet, wanting so badly to reach your release. heeseung added a second finger, moving his thumb to roughly circle your clit, feeling you continuously clench around him, sweat dripping down your neck and your essence coating your thighs and panties, as well as heeseung’s fingers.

jake noticed your scrunched up face, his own morphing into a look of concern at the fact that you weren’t listening to him anymore, softly asking if you were okay and commenting that you ‘didn’t look so good’.

his comment caught the attention of both your boyfriend and sunghoon, their heads turning towards you as they observed you, your head dropping in an attempt to avoid eye contact, specifically heeseung’s eye contact.

“yeah baby, you seem a bit out of it, are you okay?”

you lifted your head up, nearly choking on your spit as you made eye contact with heeseung. you saw him holding back a smirk, the fingers inside of you slowing to a halt, his free hand leaving the table to feel your forehead for any signs of a fever.

“y-yeah, I feel fine, I’m just tired I guess.”

sunghoon seemed convinced enough, but jake still eyed you cautiously, eventually continuing the conversation you were having before. for a moment you had completely forgotten about the fingers inside of you until they started moving again, rougher and faster than before.

heeseung fucked his digits into your wet cunt, your hips moving desperately to reach your release before someone noticed what you were doing. the idea of his friends finding out turned you on even more, knowing that if either of them looked hard enough they would surely see heeseung’s arm moving animalistically under the table, your left hand reaching down to grip his wrist in an attempt to ground yourself.

luckily for you, jake had grown bored of the conversation he was having with you, instead turning his focus to the conversation your boyfriend was having with sunghoon. you watched the three of them laugh as you held back whimpers, feeling the knot in your lower abdomen finally snap. you bit your lips so hard you tasted blood, lower body shaking as you released on heeseung’s fingers, cum from your abused hole dribbling around them down to your perineum. heeseung slowed his rough rhythm of before to a slow, sensual one, helping you ride out your high.

you felt him pull his fingers out of you, having to hold back a whine at the slight overstimulation, feeling him wiping your juices on the underside of your skirt as he moved his hand around your waist. after pulling you to stand up with him, he made up an excuse about you looking worse than before, insisting he take you home to look after you.

as you walked out of the cafe, he pressed your back against his front in order to conceal the raging boner straining against his pants, the subtle friction of your ass providing him short lived but delicious moments of relief.

as you stepped outside he bent down, breath tickling your ear as he made a promise to you.

“Just wait till we get home, I’m gonna fucking ruin you.”

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