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A Work of Art

Genre: Non-Idol graduate school au, Strangers to lovers, Fluff

Pairing: Sangyeon x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Drinking, Mention of su!cide in reference to a painting. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 5,709 + text messages

The lecture hall is buzzing with students waiting for your professor to show up. Once he finally enters, everyone quiets down and takes a seat for the lecture. Your class only meets once a week, while the rest of the class is taught online. So when your professor announces at the end of class that everyone would be paired up per his choosing for a project you were kind of surprised. Everyone in this classroom was practically a stranger. You may have interacted with a handful of them weekly for your online discussion board homework, but you couldn’t identify a single one in the room. You can see everyone looking around wondering who they were going to be paired with. A few students making eye contact, hopeful to be partnered together. 

“Each of you will go to a museum in the area to write a minimum 1000 word essay together on the museum’s management and collection and why or why not it is successful. Partners who wish to do a presentation instead are also welcome, but you must let me know ahead of time.” Your professor pulls up the requirements on the projector to review while students snap pictures of the board with their phones. “And before you get any ideas, I will be requiring proof of your attendance, such as a ticket.” A few students groan while the professor smirks and continues. “I will email everyone tonight with your assigned partner. See you all next week!” The sound of chairs scraping the floor punctuates the end of class. Curiosity and excitement seems to fill the auditorium as everyone makes their way to the exit. 

Later that evening you open your laptop in anticipation of your Professor’s email. You could feel yourself getting antsy so you pour yourself a glass of wine. To avoid refreshing your email every few seconds, you start to pace around your living room knocking back your drink. Why were you so nervous? You ask yourself. Probably because you’re a bit of an introvert and while you do alright in social settings, the thought of having to interact with a complete stranger gives you a little anxiety. You walk up to your laptop after polishing off a third glass and refresh one last time.

Professor Moon Subject: Partner Assignment 10:00 PM 

Ungracefully collapsing into your chair, you grab hold of your mouse to click on the email. You read through your professor’s words before landing on the name Sangyeon Lee as the person you have been paired with. 

“Hmm,” you say aloud. Their name wasn’t familiar to you, not that it mattered since you had no idea who was who in your class. You're curious if they’re a man or a woman. Reading through the syllabus, you notice your professor CC’d Sangyeon as well to initiate communication. You give your neck a stretch and get to typing.

Dear Sangyeon,

Delete, delete, delete

“This isn't a formal letter, Y/n.” You pause to take a sip of your wine, swishing the cheap red in your mouth like a sommelier. Crossing your legs in your chair to get comfortable, you continue to type.

Hi Sangyeon, Congratulations!

“No, they probably won’t find that funny.”

Delete, delete, delete

You start again.

Hi Sangyeon, I’m your partner for the museum paper. My number is 285-543-2351. Feel free to text me your availability.  -Y/n

“Short and sweet.” Satisfied, you close your laptop and head to the couch to turn on the tv. Just as you are getting into the Gilmore Girls theme song, your mobile pings interrupting your slightly drunken impression of Carole King. You pick up the device and see a text message from an unknown number. You swipe the notification to respond.

“Great first impression, Y/n.” You smack your palm to your forehead. Speaking of the blessed cheap boxed wine, you look over at your kitchen counter and debate pouring another glass. What the hell, why not? You think.

After taking a shower and doing your hair, you peruse your closet wondering what to wear. Flipping through your choices you decide to keep it comfortable. You inspect your outfit in the mirror before deciding to change again. Then again. And one more time just for good measure. The nerves were starting to get to you and this was beginning to feel more like a first date than a class project. Finally, you settle on some heeled brown leather boots, a mid length jean skirt with a slit up the sides, and a light cream colored cardigan tucked in. Better to make a good first impression, you think. You’re applying some mascara when your phone chimes.

A black jeep pulls up to the curb of your apartment and you look down to your phone screen to see a here from Sangyeon. The butterflies have started to cha cha slide in your belly and you want to consider making excuses, but instead your shaky hands send Sangyeon a quick text that you’ll be down in a moment. After making sure everything is off then checking it twice and thrice, you take one last look in the mirror before leaving.

As you approach the jeep, Sangyeon opens his door and pops out. You stop dead in your tracks as your eyes process the gorgeous stranger in front of you. You suddenly feel like you're in a drama as a warm breeze blows through his brown hair. He flips his head to the side slightly to move the hair from his eyes and you feel your mouth gape open. He is wearing a white linen button up with dark slacks. He walks around the front of his jeep to the passenger side to greet you.

“Y/n?” He points to you twirling his key ring on one finger.

“Who?” How to words? You try to remember.

“What?”

“Sorry, I mean yes, hi! I’m Y/n.” You stretch out your hand to shake his and he takes hold of you. You like the roughness of his calluses on your soft palms. “Um, Sangyeon, I assume?” 

“You assume correctly.” He looks down at your still connected hands and laughs. You notice and immediately release him.

“Oh sorry.” You tuck some hair behind your ear and adjust the strap of your purse on your shoulder looking away nervously. Sangyeon tilts his head to look you over briefly while you're turned away. He finds you beautiful. Interesting. Not what he was expecting, but quite possibly the prettiest person he has ever seen. He finally speaks.

“Should we get going then?” You nod and smile weakly. You’re so taken aback by this handsome man that you have to remind yourself how to walk, hoping your face isn’t giving anything away. He opens the door and beckons for you to get in. Once you're inside, Sangyeon grabs the buckle and tugs it forward to hand to you. 

“Safety first.” He softly chuckles. 

You take the seat belt from him, accidentally brushing his finger. “Thank you,” you say a little too shakily. If Sangyeon feels anything, he doesn’t show it. He heads to his side and you take out your phone to distract yourself. He turns the car on and starts punching in directions to the museum. As you’re absentmindedly scrolling through your phone you miss Sangyeon swiveling in his seat, looking in your direction. With one hand on the steering wheel, he places a hand on the back of your headrest. You smell his cologne first before you look up at him surprised to meet his eyes. He looks down at you and smiles. His eyes turn into crescents and you can feel your heartbeat quicken in your chest. Sangyeon turns his attention to the back window and backs the car up from the curb. While he looks behind you, you take the time to visually trace and memorize the shape of his features. You notice he has the nose of a Roman god and the jawline of a Greek one. You shake your head and force your eyes away from him just as you land on his Adam's apple. Sangyeon faces forward and shifts into drive, watching you from his peripheral. He tries to think of something to say and clears his throat. 

“So, have you been to the High before?”

You put your phone into your purse. “I have, but I admit it’s only been a few times. I think the last time I came was when Yayoi Kusama’s Infinity Mirrors was here.”

“Wow, I wish I could have seen that.” 

“It was amazing.” 

The nerves start to subside as the two of you get comfortable making small talk on the way. Once Sangyeon parks, he runs around to your side to open the door for you. While he helps you out the car, you feel his thumb brush over your knuckles. You wonder if he meant to do that or if it was accidental, but you try not to think anything of it. 

The two of you grab a map of the museum and make your way up the spiral pathway. The sun beams through the large glass windows and Sangyeon notices the way your irises illuminate when the rays reflect in your eyes. He watches as you admire the atrium, your jaw slightly dropping as you take in the sight. Sangyeon smiles to himself as he feels his cheeks begin to bloom. You look back down to review the map and plan your course of action.

“Okay, over here is European artwork and ceramics. We can start there and work our way up.” You notice he is looking at you when you face him to confirm the plan, the smile never leaving his lips. You have to tell your heart to keep it down while he nods and gives you a salute. 

“You lead the way, Captain.” He pauses, holding his hand out in front of him signaling for you to enter the first gallery. You bow your head slightly in thanks and walk past him. You make your way through the exhibit stopping briefly by a few pieces to look over them. Sangyeon slowly trails behind you, keeping a little distance so he can watch you. He knows he should be looking at the artwork, but he finds you to be more fascinating. He likes the way you get so close to the artwork your nose almost touches the canvases. Security has had to tell you to back up at least twice now. He also notices the way you pout in concentration as you read the descriptions of the pieces, mouthing each word.

While admiring a Matisse, Sangyeon swallows hard as you make an “o” with your mouth. Warmth travels through his body and he has to mentally swat away the burgeoning dirty thoughts. 

“You like Matisse?” he asks.

“I do, especially his sculpture. I didn’t know they had one here.” 

“You really love this stuff, don’t you?” You look at him confused by his question.

“Of course, don’t you?”

“Sure, but not in the way you do. I should maybe appreciate all of this more.” He chuckles. Sangyeon later discovers a Rodin sculpture and calls you over. 

“Y/n, take a look at this. They have a Rodin too.”

“Wow! It’s beautiful!” You clap your hands at his discovery. He loves how excited you get, almost like a child. 

“There's a lot of amazing artwork here. I really didn't know.” 

Nearing the end of this exhibition, you finally arrive at the painting you have been hoping to see again. Having been distracted by a piece of ceramics, Sangyeon loses sight of you and looks around. He turns the corner and finds you staring at a small painting intently. The light above you cascades over your golden hair creating a halo. He tentatively approaches, almost sad at the thought of disturbing your entranced state, but too eager to be close to you to keep away. He walks up behind you, so close that he gets a whiff of your shampoo or perfume. He discreetly smells you and feels his heart clutch at the hints of florals and tropical scent. Your hair looks so soft and inviting and all he wants to do is plant his face in its strands. Your skin tingles as you sense Sangyeon’s presence. The warmth from him engulfing you. He takes his place next to you once he notices your attention on him.

“You’ve been staring at this one longer than the others.”

“Have I? Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I was just wondering what was so intriguing about it.”

“It’s called The Funeral of Atala by Anne-Louis Girodet de Roussy-Trioson. It is a New World retelling of Romeo and Juliet. Chactas, the man,” You point to the dark haired man on the left wearing a red sash and continue. “Is mourning his beloved Atala who committed suicide so she wouldn’t break her vow of chastity to her dying mother.”

You watch as Sangyeon’s expression falls into a frown. “Why would she do that?”

“The artist wanted to create an inspirational piece in support of Christianity during the time of the French Revolution, which promoted ideals such as secularism.” You smile as Sangyeon nods his head, listening though you can tell he is still trying to understand. “While it doesn’t have that effect for me, I have always been really drawn to this painting because of its tragedy. Maybe it's the hopeless romantic in me.”

“But she’s dead.” 

Laughing, you try to explain yourself further. “True, but look at how he clings to her. It’s his final goodbye. His last chance to touch her, feel her, look at her. I hope to be loved and missed like that one day.” You drop your hands to your sides and Sangyeon mirrors you. His fingers brush yours and you feel a current of electricity from his touch. Sangyeon feels the same energy flow through his body and he wants to take hold of your hand. You wonder if he feels the same heaviness building between you that you feel, not knowing that he’s struggling just as much as you are. Needing to break the tension, you decide to turn away and head to the exhibit upstairs. Sangyeon continues to follow behind as you both make your way to the American and African Art sections.

You catch Sangyeon looking at a few pieces by O’Keefe and Gorky, before he stops at Duet by Adolph Gottlieb. You observe him as he squints to examine the work more closely. This was the first painting that seemed to pique his interest out of everything you had seen so far. Abstract art is not something that often appeals to you compared to other genres, but you want to understand what has captured his attention. You stand beside him and nudge his shoulder gently, stirring him from his concentration. He looks over at you curiously, lifting an eyebrow.

“You seem to like the more abstract and surreal work then?” 

“What makes you say that?”

“Because you didn’t seem as interested in the European work from before.”

He holds his chin and nods in thought. “You’re right, I suppose I don’t really get paintings of people.” He turns his attention back to the piece. “It’s like looking at your dreams. As soon as you wake up you start to forget them so your mind tries to piece it back together while you try to interpret the many meanings behind it. And the end result is something like this.” He points to the Gottlieb piece in front of him. “An abstract memory.” You want to kiss him. He feels your eyes on him and faces you. The two of you get lost in each other’s gaze. You try to swallow, but feel it catch in your throat. Sangyeon looks down at your lips and wets his subconsciously. Now it was his turn to distract himself from grabbing hold of you. Sangyeon pulls his phone out of his pocket to check the time. 

“Wow, we’ve been here for 2 hours?” He places his hand on his stomach. “No wonder I'm hungry.” 

“Do you want to get a bite to eat?” 

“Sure, I think I saw a few restaurants down the road when we pulled in.”

“Okay.”

The two of you arrive at a small bistro a short walk from the museum. Once you take your seats, the server asks for your drink order. 

“I’ll have a sweet tea, please.” You smile at the server. 

“Water is fine for me.” 

“I’ll be back with your drinks. Let me know if you have any questions about the menu.” You both thank the server before turning your attention back to each other.

“Sweet tea seems to be a really popular thing here.”

“Yes, in the south it is, but the preference of how you take your tea varies per region.”

“And you like it sweet.”

“I do.” He looks out to the busy street and admires the way the city is cast in a fiery glow. While he looks at the cityscape, you admire the way the setting sun falls across his face. 

“You never told me what that gif was from.” He startles you from your staring.

“What gif?” You ask blinking. Sangyeon mimics the waving Tom Hanks gif and you giggle from his attempt. “Oh, that gif. It’s from a movie, Forrest Gump. It was popular when I was a kid.”

“Oh, that does sound familiar now.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t know that one, but you knew Wayne’s World.”

“Who doesn’t know that movie? Especially the Bohemian Rhapsody scene.” Sangyeon starts to rock his head back and forth while playing the air guitar. You laugh.

“How old are you?” 

“27. I will turn 28 soon though.” 

“Ah, that explains that then.”

“Explains what?” “You’re a lot younger than me.” You can tell he wants to ask your age so to spare him from feeling embarrassed, you answer for him. “I’m 34.” He just nods his head and you wonder if he’s intentionally keeping his reaction stoic. In truth, Sangyeon didn’t care that you were older. You could have told him you were 45 and he still would have found himself enraptured by you.

“That’s not that much older than me. Plus, in my defense. I did not grow up here.”

“Touche.” The server returns with your drinks and takes your food order. After they walk away you turn back to Sangyeon and change the subject.

“So,” you stick your straw in your tea and mix it a little. “Why are you pursuing your Masters?” 

“Really doing this for a promotion at work, if I am being honest. I hope to return back home eventually once I graduate and can land something. And yourself?” 

“Similar. I work at a smaller museum in the metro area and I’m trying to break into a space like the High or better yet, somewhere not in this state.”

“You don’t like it here?” “I don’t mind it, but I have lived here for most of my life and wouldn’t mind an excuse to escape it.” 

Sangyeon stares at your hands and reaches out to grab hold of you. You blink at him, surprised by the sudden action. He rubs his thumb over your rings. 

“I like them.”

“Oh,” You can feel your body ignite while the butterflies start to dance again. “Thanks.”

“What are they?”

“Tiger’s Eye for courage, Sunstone for motivation, and Moss Aquamarine for clarity.” You point to each ring. Still holding your hand in one, he takes his free hand and taps on the Tiger’s Eye. 

“I like this one.” He shifts his gaze to yours. “It looks like your eyes.” The server interrupts the two of you, but Sangyeon doesn’t release your hand until he is handed his plate. His attention was really getting to you so you were relieved to get a break to eat.

As you work through your meal, he notices something peeking out from where your cardigan sleeve is bunched up on your forearm. He gently shifts your arm and pulls the sleeve up more, spotting a tattoo. He traces the outline of the art and goosebumps spread across your skin. Sangyeon grins as you involuntarily close your eyes from his touch, feeling satisfied that you might be just as affected as he is. 

“It’s pretty.” You hum in response, still focused on the way his fingertips feel on your skin. Once he removes his hand you try to speak to calm the pitter patter of your heart. 

“Do you have any tattoos?”

“No, I would like some, but just never brought myself to do it.”

“Well, there’s still time. The body is a canvas.” A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he thinks of your body being a canvas for him. 

The two of you finish your meals and walk back to the car. Sangyeon contemplates holding your hand again, but he wonders if it might be too forward.

“I had a lot of fun today.” You interrupt his anxious thoughts.

“Me too.”

“I was actually really nervous.” 

“Nervous? Why?” He asks, amused.

You shrug. “What if you had been a serial killer? Or just not very nice?”

“Well, I promise I’m not a murderer, but hopefully you think I’m nice?” Sangyeon approaches the passenger side of his car and opens the door for you. You have to duck under his arm to step inside. He lingers for a moment and once seated, you face him.

“Yes, you’re very nice, Sangyeon.” You grab hold of your seatbelt and he closes the door for you. You watch as he walks to the driver side, grinning. The car ride home is mostly quiet. It’s not an uncomfortable silence, but you can feel the air in the car grow thicker as you get closer and closer to your apartment.

Sangyeon arrives and pulls into an open parking spot near your building. You fidget with your bag and he makes no moves to rush you out.

“Thanks again for today…and for driving.”

“You’re welcome.” He lightly drums his fingers on the steering wheel thinking of something else to say.

“Well, I guess I’ll go then. Have a good night.”

“You too, Y/n.” His heart sinks as he watches you turn away to open the door, but you pause your hand on the handle. Sangyeon senses your hesitation and looks at you. You look back at him and chew your bottom lip for a moment. His fingers now tighten on the steering wheel in anticipation. 

“Do you want to come up?” He nods and you hear him unclick his seatbelt in disbelief at his lack of hesitation. You open the door and climb out of his car, meeting him on your side. The walk up to your floor feels long and neither of you say anything. You arrive at your door and grab your keys from your purse.

“This is me.” You insert the keys and enter the dark apartment while Sangyeon follows closely behind you. His body almost flush against yours. You drop your keys in a bowl and bend over to remove your boots. He slides his shoes off as well. Flipping the light on, you try to think about your game plan. You hadn’t thought much farther after inviting him up, other than wanting to feel his skin on yours. When you turn around to face him, you nearly bump into his chest. He places his hands on your shoulders to steady you and you have to take a step back to speak.

“Um, can I get you a drink?” You can hear the nerves in your voice. 

“Okay,” is all he can get out. Sangyeon was more nervous than he expected to be. His heart hasn’t stopped pounding in his ears since you invited him upstairs. Actually, since he first saw you when he picked you up earlier. The two of you head into your kitchen and you open the fridge. He leans his back against the counter behind you while you scour for something to drink.   

“Let’s see…I have water, some beer-”

“And boxed wine,” he interrupts. 

You smile and laugh. “Yes, that too.” You look to him for his choice. His eyes trail up your body before meeting your gaze to answer. 

“Just water is fine since I have to drive.” 

While you plan to grab a bottle of water, you find yourself feeling bold and reaching for two beers instead. He smirks at your defiance. You pop the tops off and hand one to him.

“Stay,” you whisper while looking down into your beer shyly. He takes hold of the drink and searches your eyes, hopeful. He watches as you wrap your lips around the bottle for a sip and can’t help himself from wondering what your mouth would feel like around him. Deciding he can no longer skirt around things, Sangyeon places the bottle down and grabs hold of you, finally bringing you in for a kiss. It takes you a moment to register what is happening before you are wrapping your arms around each other. His lips feel soft against yours. Sangyeon pulls away after a moment to look over your face. 

“You’re so beautiful.” Blushing, you laugh nervously and try to hide in his chest. He takes hold of your chin to face him again.

“Don’t. Please don’t ever hide yourself from me.” He places feather soft kisses on the apples of your cheeks to soothe you, before capturing your mouth with his again. Sangyeon pushes you into the kitchen counter and trails his lips down your neck, nipping your skin with every peck. He settles into your sensitive spot, where your neck and shoulder meet, and inhales, finally committing your smell to memory. Craving to feel him, you unbutton his shirt and drop it to the floor, revealing his beautiful sun kissed skin. You slowly brush your fingers down his toned abdomen until they meet his waistline. He flexes under your touch.

“Can I remove this?” You point to his belt and he nods as he cages you in. You remove his belt then move on to unzip his pants. Once undone you push his pants down and he steps out of them. 

“Your turn,” he whispers into your neck and your body tingles in response. He takes hold of your cardigan and pulls it up to untuck from your skirt, lifting it over your head. Sangyeon unbuttons your jean skirt and lets it fall to the ground. Next, he unclasps your bra. You watch his Adam's apple bob as he admires your breasts. His hand moves up from your waist and takes hold of your nipple between his thumb and index finger. You throw your head back at the sensation. He pulls you in to a kiss you again, pushing his tongue in between your lips. You part them to invite him in and swallow his moan. The two of you eventually have to breakaway to catch your breath. While he continues to familiarize his hands with your body, you trace a finger down the bridge of his nose, then place a chaste kiss on the tip of it. A breathy laugh escapes him at the sweet gesture.

“I want you.” Humor is suddenly replaced with hunger.

“Tell me what you want, baby. Use your words.” You could have folded at the sound of his deep voice calling you baby right then and there, but you remain strong.

“I want to feel you inside me.” He groans and moves his hand down your waist, making his way to your core. You wrap your arms around him to bring him closer to you. He slides two fingers beneath your panties, collecting your wetness as he explores your folds. You exhale into his neck at the relief of his touch.

“Baby, you’re so wet,” he whispers into your ear.

“Mmm, for you. Only for you.” He removes his fingers and settles his hands on the back of your thighs.

“Let’s take this to your bedroom, yeah?” You nod eagerly and place your lips back on his. He lifts you up and wraps your legs around his waist. He walks you to the bed and gently lays you down before standing to admire you. Sangyeon looks over your exposed body and shakes his head, his breath catching in his throat. You are the most beautiful work of art he has seen today.

“I can’t believe you're real.” 

Who is this man and how is he real? You wonder. No one has ever spoken to you, looked at you the way he has tonight. He makes you feel like you might actually be beautiful, at least in his eyes. And his eyes are all the matter right now. 

He places his palms on either side of your head and leans back down for a quick kiss to your lips then starts trailing kisses down your body. He latches onto your hardened nipple swirling his tongue slowly, making you squirm. He uses his body to part your legs.

“Sangyeon, please,” you cry out. He lets out a chuckle as he continues placing kisses down your stomach. Your body tensing in pleasure from each touch. Finally reaching the waistband of your panties, he loops his fingers into the sides and pulls them off. His stare at your aroused middle makes you feel shy as you try to close your legs. He stops you. 

“Don’t hide from me, remember?” You nod and part your knees. “I can’t wait to taste how sweet you are, baby.” You whine when you feel his breath on your wet pussy. Sangyeon kitten licks your lips, teasing you and you buck into him. He wraps his hands around your legs, pinning your hips down as he presses his tongue harder into you, licking and sucking. He prods your entrance and you hiss in pleasure.

“Ahh, Sangyeon.” You comb your fingers through his hair, pushing him into you. “More.” He removes a hand from your hip and slides two fingers inside of you. “Yes, yes! Fuck!” You tighten around his digits with each thrust amazed at how close you are to coming. He curls his fingers to push against your spongy spot and you cry out. He sucks just above your entrance near his fingers while his nose rubs into your clit repeatedly. You can hear your wetness and your cries grow louder. 

“Faster, Sang. Please, baby,” you shout. Your begging nearly sends him over the edge. He grinds into your mattress for relief while he continues lapping your pussy and increasing his pace. “I’m gonna come, Sang! I want to come!”

“Let go, sweetheart.” His soft tone, while face deep in your pussy, guides you to the edge and you feel yourself release. Sangyeon licks up your juices while you come down from your orgasm. Once he’s done, you lift him off you and bring him to your lips before pushing him back again. You point to his briefs and snap them.

“Off, please!” His cock twitches at your request. Sangyeon slides his briefs down his hips freeing himself. He’s so hard and sensitive that the cold air elicits a moan from him. You watch him close his eyes from pleasure and you can feel your arousal grow again. You take hold of him and softly stroke him up and down, feeling the weight and warmth of his cock. His whole body shudders. You scoot closer to him and wrap your lips around his tip to suckle. Before you can put more of him into your mouth, he pulls you off making you pout.

“Baby, I don’t think I will last if you keep that up and right now all I want to do is feel you coming on my cock.” He pushes you back down onto the mattress. Sangyeon slips his tip through your folds for lubrication then aligns himself with your entrance. As he pushes in, you both release a moan at the feeling of him stretching you. His eyes roll to the back of his head at the feeling of you sucking him in and you think this might be the hottest thing you've ever seen in your 34 years. 

“You feel so fucking good, Y/n.” He stills once he can't go any further trying to savor the feeling. 

“Move, Sang, please. I can’t take it anymore. I need you.” With one hand by your head, he places the other on your waist, gripping it tightly for leverage and rocks into you. He doesn’t hold back and it’s not long before your bed frame is knocking repeatedly into your wall. You wonder if you’ll get a complaint, not that you care right now.

“I’m so close to coming, baby,” he calls out breathlessly. You run your fingertips down his back, feeling every ripple of muscle while you bite into his neck. 

“Come inside me.” Sangyeon drives harder into you at the demand and you can feel his thrusts start to stutter as he approaches his high. You tighten your legs around him to push him further into you. Sangyeon lets out a whine as he finally climaxes. The feeling of his warmth filling you triggers your second orgasm. You scream out his name as the two of you slow your movements and catch your breath. He lays his entire weight onto your body and you hold him closely, stroking his hair. 

“We should probably clean up,” he says as he tries to get up. You stop him from pulling out and shush him.

“Not yet, please.” He lays his head back onto your breasts, too tired to protest. You continue to brush your fingers through his hair and he starts to doze off listening to your heartbeat. You’re not sure if you have fallen asleep or not, but Sangyeon’s raspy voice rouses you.

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?”

Sangyeon lifts himself up to face you and places a soft kiss on your forehead as he speaks. “To be honest,” Then places another kiss on the tip of your nose. “I wasn’t originally looking forward to this assignment.” Then on your cheek. “But I’m glad we got paired together.” And finally leans in for a kiss on your lips.

You smile into the kiss then meet his eyes. “Me too.”

A/N: Just a very self-indulgent one shot inspired by a dream I had recently. Listening to Daylight while thinking of Sangyeon definitely devastated me lol. Also, I just needed to get this quickly out of my head so apologies for any mistakes. Hope you like it! Graphics by @saradika-graphics!

xx

[beeeinyourbonnet]

Covetous | Chapter 16

Pairing: Nostelle or Macelle

Summary: Father Joseph MacAvoy wakes up in a library across town with no idea of how he got there. When the kind librarian doesn’t kick him out immediately, he considers that maybe there’s more to life than alcohol.

[chapter 1] [chapter 2] [chapter 3] [chapter 4] [chapter 5] [chapter 6] [chapter 7] [chapter 8] [chapter 9] [chapter 10] [chapter 11] [chapter 12] [chapter 13] [chapter 14] [chapter 15]

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Now that Belle had a way to communicate with Nosty at her fingertips, being alone in the library sucked a lot less. She chatted comfortably with the teachers that came in, recommended more books than usual, and some of her regulars even mentioned she looked happy.

She was happy. She didn’t know for sure that Nosty was in it for good, but after he’d allowed her to see him cry, she knew he was open to it. All she had to do now was continue to not be seduced by his growling voice and rough, stubbly ministrations. 

That was definitely doable while she was at work.

She hummed as she gathered materials for an afterschool craft hour she’d need to set up tomorrow, so absorbed in her task that she didn’t notice the person behind her until they coughed, and said, “Excuse me, miss?”

Belle whirled around, clutching a stack of construction paper to her chest. Nosty would have chided her for being so oblivious, but the woman—no more than a girl, really—in front of her surely didn’t pose a threat. She wore far more layers than the day called for, like she walked around in every piece of clothing she owned, and her short hair was slick with dirt and grime.

“Hello!” Belle smiled. How old was this girl? “How can I help you?”

The girl’s eyes never settled, taking in the library like it was someplace much more exciting. “Are you Belle?”

Should she be suspicious? Probably. “That’s me! Are you looking for a book?” 

She shook her head, rubbing at her eyes. “Pardon, but Nosty said I could come here if I was hungry?”

If she’d slapped her, Belle would have been less shocked. She gathered herself quickly, setting her construction paper on a bookshelf. 

“Absolutely, you’re always welcome. Come on, I’ll show you where everything is and you can help yourself. Do you want some coffee?” 

The girl nodded, so Belle led her over to the cart and filled a cup for her, adding three creams and four sugars at her request while she made her selection of snacks, and then led her over to the couch area.

“I have a projector I can hook up,” Belle said, heart clenching at the sight of her tucked into the corner of the couch like Nosty liked to. “If you want to pick out a movie for me to put on.”

Once the projector was hooked up and the lights dimmed, Belle put on Mary Poppins at her request and left her to it. 

As she returned to gathering materials, she considered whether or not she should call Nosty. On one hand, he’d told her never to interact with his friends, but it was him who’d told this girl about the library. Besides, she certainly wasn’t one of his so-called rowdy blokes. He must have both felt that Belle was safe with her and that she needed a safe place. 

Her heart swelled for Nosty being so kind. 

When next she checked on the girl, she had fallen asleep, half-drunk coffee abandoned on the floor and an empty crisp packet next to her. Satisfied, Belle returned to her desk to check in returns from the drop-off.

Around the time school let out, a group of kids in uniform jackets she recognized came in, but she paid them no extra mind until Coach Gaston brought up the rear. Her throat clenched, and she turned to her computer. There was no way she could pretend not to be there though, because it was clear by the way he zeroed in on her desk that he had already seen her and that she was why he’d come in the first place.

“Hey, Belle!” He leaned against the desk, and she reminded herself that they were not alone.

“Hello, Clive.” She clicked into a random email with as much force as she could, hoping he’d take the hint.

“You look happy,” he said. Did she still, even with him here? “Your emergency must be cleared up.”

It didn’t sound like it could be a verbal trap, and yet she was trapped in it all the same. What could she say?

“Yes, everything’s okay now, just getting back to real life.” 

“Are you free after work?” 

“No.”

He shifted so both arms rested on the desk, leaning toward her. She held her ground, staring at her screen like it might whisk her away if she wished hard enough.

“You sure?”

She made the mistake of glancing at him, and he had such an easy smile, such open eyes, she felt a twinge of guilt.

“Sorry, I’ve got a date.” 

“A date?” He leaned forward. “You said yes to someone else but no to me? You hurt me, Belle.”

How could he twist the situation like that? She barely knew him, had no obligation to him, and yet he spoke to her like they were old friends.

“It’s my boyfriend.”

“You didn’t have a boyfriend last week.”

Why had she banned Nosty from the library? If he were here, Coach Gaston wouldn’t have had the chance to lean into her personal space. 

“It’s new.”

He drummed on the desk. “Oh, well, nothing serious then. What’s his name?” 

She had to think fast. If she said Nosty, he’d think she was lying—and she wanted to respect Nosty’s privacy since the girl was still somewhere in the library, possibly listening.

“Joseph.” she said. “Well, Joe, usually. But sometimes Joseph.”

“Joseph?”

“Yes.” 

“Huh.” He straightened up, and her shoulders relaxed a fraction. “Well, that’s a shame. Maybe next time, eh?” 

“Sure.” She forced a smile, relieved when he headed for the door, but it wasn’t until he was on the other side of it walking away that her shoulders relaxed and she could breathe again.

“Miss?” 

Belle almost screamed, but it was just Nosty’s friend, who held her palms up. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. Just wanted to say thanks.”

“Of course.” Belle smiled, hoping it didn’t look as strained as she still felt. “You’re welcome any time. I don’t work on the weekends, but the library’s still open.”

The girl smiled back. She had purple circles under her eyes, and Belle wondered if there were track marks under her sleeves. 

“Nosty didn’t tell me you was pretty,” the girl said. “He just said you had brown hair.”

Belle almost laughed then. She could almost imagine Nosty waffling between giving her away and giving himself away, and settling on the least unique of her features. It was like if she had identified him by his stubble.

“Well, I’m glad he sent you here no matter what he said about me.” 

The girl looked at the door, then back down to Belle’s desk.

“Is everything okay?”

She nodded. “Didn’t like the look of that bloke. Just want to give him a head start, yeah?”

“Why don’t you grab some food to take with you while you wait?”

The girl rubbed at her eyes and shook her head. “Nosty said I had to keep this a secret.”

Belle trusted Nosty’s judgment, though she hated the idea of thinking of her snack cart as some sort of elite club. 

“What about just one thing? You can eat it on your way.”

“Thanks, miss.”

“You can call me Belle.” She offered her hand and, tentative, the girl shook it.

“Kaz.”

“Nice to meet you, Kaz. Come back any time.”

Once Kaz had deemed Clive’s headstart long enough, she stuck a granola bar in her pocket and left with a wave. Belle wanted to call Nosty immediately, but since she was the sole employee, she figured she shouldn’t just take personal phone calls.

She did call him, though, as soon as she locked up.

“Did you give Kathryn my number?” he asked after she said hello.

“Yes, she’s your solicitor, I thought she might need to reach you.”

“She gave it to the therapist and he called.”

Belle plopped into the driver’s seat but didn’t turn the car on. “Did you answer?”

“I made an appointment. You said I had to, right? It would help?”

It sounded like he was fishing for a certain response. “It’ll be more helpful than just journaling, I think.” 

“I meant with the jury, Jesus.”

“Oh, definitely with the jury. When’s your appointment?”

“Thursday at two.” 

She rubbed her forehead. She had already taken off so much work, but she didn’t blame him for not thinking to schedule it either before or after hours, or during lunch. 

“Do you know how close it is to the church so I know when I’ll need to leave to take you?”

“I can get there meself. Not like you can come in with me.”

Immediately, she felt guilty. Of course Nosty was capable of getting anywhere in London he wanted to go, she’d just assumed he’d refuse. But he’d made the appointment, hadn’t he?

“Oh. Great. I’m really happy you made an appointment.”

He made a humming noise, and she finally turned the car on. “You coming over?” he asked.

“Not tonight.” She wanted to, but she still maintained that if she and Nosty spent every possible second together, he couldn’t heal on his own. She couldn’t be a person that he was incapable of functioning without, even as much as she wished he could be there all the time to help her function. 

Nosty groaned. “I’m alone with this fuck again? Belle, I can’t take him anymore.”

“I know he’s a little snippy, but it’s just because he’s still not evened out from the alcohol detox. He’ll get better soon,” she said. “By the way, I met your friend.”

“You what?” 

She jumped, realizing too late how alarming that might sound to a person who’d made it clear that his friends were dangerous. “Kaz! I met Kaz.”

“Oh. She’s not my friend. Just thought she needed a place to go.”

“Well, you sent her to a good one.”

“You don’t have to tell me that, sweetheart.” 

She bit her lip even though there was no one around to hide her smile from. “I’ve gotta go so I can drive home, okay? I’ll see you soon?”

“You could see me tonight if you wanted.”

She did want, but boundaries. Boundaries. “I’ll come over tomorrow, okay?”

“Might shave the Father’s head while he sleeps.”

“Nosty!” she said, but she couldn’t help laughing.

“Only joking, but only because it’d probably be you cleaning it up.” 

“He’s not that bad.”

Nosty snorted. “Whatever you say. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

They hung up and, as Belle drove home, she couldn’t stop smiling, all thoughts of Coach Gaston completely vanished.

****

On Tuesday, the guilt of treating Nosty poorly hit MacAvoy, and he couldn’t believe that the withdrawal had caused him to lose sight of his morals. Whether or not Nosty was a monster, MacAvoy believed in being nice, and he vowed to kill Nosty with kindness from now on.

As soon as his so-called roommate left for wherever he went during the day, MacAvoy sat in the confessional and prayed, confessing his jealousy, his bitterness.

He’d always thought there’d be nothing worse than being alone in the church, but having Nosty there proved him wrong. He tried to confess his hatred for the other man, but his tongue tied and he couldn’t get the words out. 

“I just want Belle to be happy,” he said, and then went into his Hail Mary. 

Because of all the snide comments Nosty had been making, MacAvoy decided to clean the kitchen that afternoon. Belle had said she was coming for dinner, and if it was pristine for her, she’d have a much nicer time.

Nosty came home just as MacAvoy was sitting down to his lunch of two boiled eggs and one piece of buttered toast.

“How are you feeling?” Nosty asked, and MacAvoy almost choked on his egg.

“F-fine.” He thumped himself on the chest. “Why?”

Back to him while he rummaged in the fridge, Nosty shrugged. “Belle said the detox was hard.”

MacAvoy didn’t know how to feel. Surely, Nosty was just trying to behave so he’d give Belle a good report. Of course, whenever he texted Belle about Nosty, he was sure to stick to facts so that she wouldn’t blame him for coloring her opinion when Nosty inevitably broke her heart again.

With a container of cold leftover sausage and potatoes in one hand and a fork in the other, Nosty left the kitchen. 

“Egg’s overboiled,” he said on his way out.

MacAvoy clenched his teeth. 

****

Nosty spent the afternoon writing furiously in his journal, and MacAvoy spent the afternoon peering at him from various spots that he hoped were hidden. He only stopped when it was almost time for Belle to arrive, and then he stuck the journal in his room and headed for the kitchen.

Left alone, temptation to sneak into Nosty’s room seized him. What would he find? He knew what it looked like, of course, but what did it really look like? Did he leave clothes in his unmade bed? Did he have a token of Belle’s?

Most important, what was he writing in his journal?

“Shut up,” he said out loud, shaking his head to clear it. Why did Nosty make him so insane? It had to have been because he saw what Belle was like without him and knew it was coming again. 

Ignoring the temptation—he hoped forever—he strode to the kitchen, where he found Nosty pulling ingredients out of the fridge and arranging them on the counter.

“What are you doing?” MacAvoy asked.

“Building a fucking house. What’s it look like I’m doing, hey?”

He had the cookbook propped up, but all MacAvoy could see was that it was a chicken recipe. They had not tried to cook chicken yet since it seemed the most likely to poison them. 

“Isn’t Belle coming?”

“What d’you think I’m doing this for?”

MacAvoy tried to fit this information in to all of his other thoughts. It would probably be easier if he’d read Nosty’s diary. Since he couldn’t, he took a tentative step closer while Nosty threw a pile of mushrooms into a colander. 

“Do you need any help?”

Nosty’s shoulders tensed, and that was the Nosty MacAvoy expected. Surely, he’d snarl at him now.

But then, his shoulders relaxed, and he shrugged.

“You could dice an onion.”

Neither man was quick with a knife—in the kitchen, at least—and they were still dicing an onion and slicing mushrooms when Belle walked in. 

“Am I interrupting?” 

MacAvoy jumped, but Nosty was much quicker on the draw. Nothing ever surprised him. He set his knife down and by the time MacAvoy had his wits about him, Belle’s arms were around Nosty’s neck and she was kissing him on the cheek.

Then, before MacAvoy even had the chance to greet her, Nosty was hurrying Belle out of the kitchen. Of course this was just another way to keep them apart.

“Nosty, what—”

“Go sit and read, I’ll bring you a cuppa soon.” 

“I want to sit with you in there!”

“Don’t need an expert audience, do I? Go relax.” 

When Nosty returned, MacAvoy’s face burned with shame. Just because Nosty was a monster, didn’t mean that he wasn’t sometimes good. That was how Belle had fallen for him, wasn’t it? 

“I can do the rest,” Nosty said. “You can go sit with Belle.”

MacAvoy licked his lips. “Are you sure?”

“Go.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, and soon he was in the rec room with Belle who, instead of reading, was staring at the doorway like she could divine what was going on in the kitchen.

“What has gotten into him?” Belle asked like she was asking how one of the wonders of the world was made.

“Probably trying to atone,” MacAvoy said, taking a seat at the opposite end of the couch. Nosty would never have let him share the couch with Belle.

“I’m proud of him,” she said. “Aren’t you? He seems to be doing well.”

MacAvoy needed to choose his words carefully. This could not be another situation like when he’d suggested she shouldn’t drink wine. “Don’t you think you’re moving a little fast?”

She shrugged. “Maybe sometimes, but I think he needs to know he’s got someone on his team.”

“Two people,” MacAvoy said, and then felt guilty again, and guiltier still when Belle smiled at him. It’s not like he wasn’t on Nosty’s team—he just didn’t trust Nosty to be a team player like Belle did.

Nosty appeared soon with Belle’s tea, lingering over her long enough to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, and then he was back to the kitchen. 

“Maybe I should come to the library tomorrow,” MacAvoy said. “To volunteer?”

Belle blew on her tea. “I don’t think that’s a good idea yet.”

The only reason she didn’t think it was a good idea was because Nosty couldn’t come with him. God, things were so much easier when Nosty was out of the picture. Even though Belle was miserable, things were so much nicer when he was gone.

“So what did you do today?” she asked.

He tried to make something up about working on his next sermon, but somehow, he ended up giving her yet another rundown of everything Nosty had done, from the overcooked egg statement to writing in his journal to surprising him with dinner.

If his intention had been to turn Belle off Nosty, apparently the egg was not going to be enough. By the time he finished talking, she had the same dreamy look on her face that she had whenever she spent time with Nosty. Why couldn’t she look that way for him?

****

Belle was dying to know what Nosty had planned for dinner, but she stayed on the couch as requested, even when a litany of curses came from the kitchen. When Nosty retrieved her almost an hour later, she couldn’t help pecking him on the cheek again and taking his hand so he could lead her to the table, Joseph following behind.

On the table was a dish of chicken in some sort of mushroom cream sauce along with roasted potatoes and green beans, and Belle could have burst with pride. When they’d just been putting sausages on a sheet pan, Nosty had been skittish, and now he’d made her a whole meal from scratch?

“It’s probably dry,” Nosty said.

“It looks amazing.” She almost kissed him on the mouth, but Joseph was there and she didn’t want to hear about it later, so she settled for squeezing his arm.

It tasted just as good as it looked, and Belle couldn’t help observing her dinner companions as she ate. She wanted to bottle this moment and hold it close to her chest. They’d both come so far, though Joseph still picked at his food and Nosty still inhaled his, but there would come a day when Joseph’s nausea disappeared and Nosty felt food-secure. 

“Oh!” She pointed a mushroom at them. “I almost forgot. I have some—well, news, I guess.”

“News?” Joseph asked while Nosty narrowed his eyes.

“There’s an event this weekend at the library, and Ashley begged me not to leave her alone, so I’ll be working it.”

“Working all weekend?” Nosty asked. 

He always thought everything was a test, but this almost was. Could he cope without her for that long? It was important that he could.

“Yes, but I’ll still come to mass on Sunday.”

“What about Saturday?” Joseph asked.

Belle poked at her potatoes, watching them like they had asked. “It depends on how the event goes.”

Neither man seemed happy with this answer, but no one pushed it until later when Nosty walked her to her car. 

He nudged her up against it, trapping her between his knees. She almost snaked her hands around his neck, like she would have once upon a time, but instead, she rested them on his chest, clasped together.

“Do you really have to work on Saturday?” he asked, hands on her elbows.

“I really do.” If she looked hard enough, she could see the outline of his scab through his shirt. It had healed enough he didn’t need gauze anymore, and it was on track to leaving a hefty scar.

“Will I see you before then?”

She chewed her lip. Joseph wanted to come to the library. She wanted to see Nosty. Why not? “Why don’t you come to the library on Friday?”

Nosty’s eyebrows flew up. “Really?” She nodded. “Just me, or do I bring Friar Fuck as well?”

Belle tried not to laugh and whacked him on the shoulder. “Nosty!”

“What? He’s being a fuck,” he said, but he was grinning as he caught her hand and brought it to his lips. “Do I have to bring him?”

“I’m sorry, but yes. I already told him he can’t come to the library if you can’t.”

“Sweet of you.” He kissed her fingertips. “Hey, I have a favor to ask.”

Belle’s eyebrows flew up. “A favor? Is it a sex favor?”

He smirked and kissed the heel of her palm. “It can be if you’re offering one.” 

“What is it?”

He kissed her wrist, then replaced her hand on his chest. “Will you get me another notebook? And some pens?”

Nosty truly was full of surprises. First dinner, now this? Joseph mentioned seeing him write, but she didn’t realize how much he was liking it.

“Of course. Any preferences?”

“The pens in the church are shite. My hand cramps.”

“Finally, another use for my degree. I know just the pen you need.” 

He swooped down and kissed her on the cheek. “I knew you would. I’ll see you Friday?”

She grabbed his cheeks before he could lean fully back, and he raised an eyebrow. Softly, hesitantly, she touched her lips to his. The smile that spread across his face made whatever silly impulse she’d just followed worth it.

“I’ll see you Friday,” she said.

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An interactive whiteboard is a large, touch-sensitive screen that connects to acomputer and a projector in the classroom. It behaves much like a mouse and allows the user to control the computer by touching the screen with a stylus or, on some models, their finger. The system also can display images, videos and online tools.

An IWB can help teachers create creative lessons that inspire students. It can be used to display photographs, graphs, maps and illustrations on the screen. It can even display a video or movie that relates to what is being taught in class. An IWB is also a great way to share information with the entire class.

In addition, it is a useful tool for teachers to conduct online presentations and meetings. Some IWBs are compatible with collaboration software, which allows multiple users from different locations to interact in real time. This is especially helpful for companies with remote employees or limited meeting space. Some collaboration whiteboards also offer mobile apps for participants to use on their phones or tablets.

The iWB offers an opportunity for students to participate in learning by using their fingers, which can improve engagement and retention. They can write notes and questions, then return them to the board for clarification or review. Educators can also record lectures and lessons on the board to share with students later. The iWB is a valuable tool for any classroom, but it’s important to choose one that fits the needs of your classroom.

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Using interactive whiteboards in the classroom is an excellent way to engage students and encourage them to participate. They also allow teachers to use a variety of different media to help support student learning, including videos and graphics. Students can also take notes on the board, which helps them to remember important information for future classes. Additionally, interactive whiteboards are easy to set up and require minimal maintenance. They are also easy to keep clean, as there is no need for extra writing tools or ink.

The most common feature of an interactive whiteboard is the ability to interact with projected content. Using included stylus pens or even your finger in some cases, you can mark data by highlighting, drawing, and writing. The touch recognition allows the board to emulate a mouse, so you can launch programs or presentations directly from the whiteboard. This eliminates the need for a computer and reduces the likelihood of projector theft, which is problematic in some schools.

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Conferences and Events

Event organizers have long relied on audio visual com equipment to enhance conferences, trade shows, product launches and other events. Some key uses of AV at events include:

General Sessions: Large displays, projectors and sound systems are essential for keynote presentations and general sessions where information is being shared with a large audience.

Breakout Sessions: Individual meeting rooms at conferences utilize smaller AV setups including displays, speakers and microcasting equipment to broadcast sessions to additional rooms or virtual audiences.

Exhibit Halls: Trade shows employ digital signage, vertical banners and other visual forms to showcase brands and grab attendees attention on the show floor.

Entertainment: Concerts, awards ceremonies and other entertainment portions of events leverage powerful sound systems and elaborate lighting rigs controlled through audio visual control systems.

As events move increasingly virtual, livestreaming and virtual event platforms also rely heavily on integrated audio visual systems to engage online audiences. Overall, event professionals have come to depend on audio visual com solutions to effectively produce and present at all types of live gatherings.

Corporate Settings

Beyond events, businesses utilize AV in workplace settings to empower collaboration and communication. Some common office uses include:

Conference Rooms: Meeting spaces are outfitted with large format displays, cameras and microphones to enable video conferencing and screen sharing between local and remote participants.

Training Rooms: Classrooms rely on presentation technologies like projectors, screens and recording devices to effectively deliver training programs on-site or to a distributed audience.

Lobbies: Digital signage in reception areas keep visitors and employees informed with streaming messages, wayfinding and branding content.

Huddle Spaces: Small collaboration areas are equipped with mobile and mounted displays, speakers and cameras to foster impromptu teamwork from any location.

As the nature of work evolves, audio visual com technology continues supporting the flexible, digital-first workstyles adopted by many modern businesses and organizations. Integrated AV solutions are empowering new forms of corporate communication and productivity.

Education

The education industry has seen perhaps the most dramatic transformation thanks to immersive audio visual tools. Beyond traditional lecture-style classrooms:

Online Learning: Virtual learning environments and lecture capture systems rely on quality cameras, mics and editing software to deliver engaging remote instruction.

Language Labs: Specialized classrooms provide individual workstations with headphones and audio/video interfaces to practice foreign languages through interactive exercises.

Makerspaces: Creative labs allow students to prototype and test ideas using tools like 3D printers alongside visualization technologies.

Common Areas: Digital signs, projectors and amplification in gyms, auditoriums and cafeterias assist with announcements, entertainment and school spirit.

As learning moves inside and outside the classroom, audio visual com is playing a key supporting role to foster innovative pedagogies and equitable educational experiences across all student environments.

Healthcare

Patient care has also been transformed through innovations in audio visual technology:

Telehealth: Virtual consultations between doctors and patients employ high-quality audio/video conferencing units to deliver care from a distance during the pandemic era and beyond.

Operating Rooms: Advanced surgical display systems integrate multiple HD video feeds alongside medical imaging to guide complex operations.

Training Centers: Simulation labs replicate real-world environments for trainees using manikins, augmented/virtual reality and biofeedback monitoring systems.

Wayfinding: Digital signage informs visitors how to efficiently navigate large medical campuses for appointments.

As medicine adopts telehealth on a wider scale and researchers explore immersive therapies, robust and dependable audio visual com solutions will continue empowering new models of care delivery and treatment.

Worship and Faith Communities

Places of worship have long incorporated audio visual displays to unite and inspire congregations:

Sanctuaries: Powerful sound reinforcement and large video screens above or beside the stage enhance spiritual messages and music performances.

Fellowship Halls: Digital signage, projectors and speakers support flexible multipurpose spaces for community gatherings and classes.

Livestreaming: HD cameras, professional lighting and mixers allow remote worshippers to participate live online.

As the pandemic accelerated virtual services, many faith centers have made major audio visual com investments to connect global faith communities both now and into the future. Integrated AV plays a central role in worship experiences both on-site and online.

Entertainment Venues

Beyond worship, live entertainment depends heavily on immersive audio and large-scale video:

Concert Halls/Arenas: Elaborate lighting, massive sound systems and jumbo tron displays bring energy and atmosphere to concerts.

Nightclubs/Bars: Strategically placed projectors and full-spectrum lighting stimulate dancefloor vibes enhanced by pro-level acoustic engineering.

Theatres: Productions integrate specialized audio visual com equipment like follow spots, intercom systems and integrated control architectures to elevate performances.

As venues welcome back live audiences following pandemic restrictions, reliable and seamlessly integrated AV installations will continue spark vibrancy in entertainment destinations worldwide.

Conclusion

In summary, audio visual com technology has become mission critical across broad sectors including events, corporate, education, healthcare, worship, and live entertainment. As digital experiences evolve, advanced AV will remain essential for effectively communicating, training, healing, worshipping and engaging audiences in both physical and virtual settings. The opportunities for audio visual solutions to create meaningful connections and move industries forward are vast and will only continue expanding in the future.

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How Do They Provide a Healthy Learning Environment?

They strive to make learning healthy indoors and out. They regularly explore new technologies and innovations to ensure high-quality learning for children. They work with parents to plan ahead and identify learning disabilities using the "Learning Ladder" milestones. To promote learning and fun, ongoing assessments and observations focus on each child's development.

What Makes Them Stand Out in Terms of Curriculum and Resources?

They follow the Early Years Foundation Stage (EYFS) curriculum, known for bridging preschool and primary school education. To improve children's understanding and civic awareness, their curriculum includes social studies and information technology. Their innovative IT and STEM lab encourage children's curiosity, creativity and spatial skills. High-tech interactive resources in each class help kids develop thinking, communication and research skills early on.

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What’s a Commercial Vs a Home Theater Projector? Do I Need a 4K HDR Projector?

A Portable Projector Is A Small, Lightweight Device That Projects Images Or Videos Onto A Screen Or Wall. It Can Be Powered By A Built-In Battery Or An External Power Source And Is Designed For Mobility And Easy Setup For Floor Interactive Projection.

Commercial Projectors Are Designed For Use In Professional Settings Such As Conference Rooms, Schools, And Movie Theaters. They Are Built To Provide Bright And Clear Images Even In Well-Lit Rooms And Can Project Large Images With Excellent Detail.

Home Theater Projectors With Ar Interactive Slide, On The Other Hand, Are Designed For Use In A Home Entertainment Setting. They Are Typically Smaller And More Compact Than Commercial Projectors And May Not Be As Bright, But Offer A More Immersive Movie-Watching Experience In A Home Setting.

The Choice Between A 4K HDR Projector And A Lower-Resolution Projector Largely Depends On The Intended Use And Budget. 4K HDR Projectors Offer Four Times The Resolution Of Traditional HD Projectors, Producing Incredibly Sharp And Detailed Images. This Makes Them Ideal For Large-Screen Home Theaters Or Commercial Applications Where Image Quality Is Critical. However, 4K HDR Projectors Can Be More Expensive And Require More Specialized Equipment To Set Up, So It May Not Be Necessary For Everyone.

Ultimately, The Choice Of A Portable Projector With Projection Immersive, Commercial Vs. Home Theater, And Whether Or Not To Go For A 4K HDR Projector, Depends On Personal Preferences And The Intended Use. Factors Such As Budget, Room Size, And Image Quality Requirements Should Be Considered When Making A Decision.

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Remote Learning is More Accessible and Collaborative Than Ever Before

CrownTechno’s Interactive whiteboards are increasingly becoming more adaptive for both educational institutions in their classroom and at the workplace in a corporate environment. Its display is a touchscreen device and an interactive digital board that supports a wide variety of educational and collaborative tasks. It helps multiple people to engage and work in tandem, interpret content, and share screens.

Combining Experience, Design, and Technology to Solve Your Problems Efficiently

CrownTechno’s Interactive whiteboards are an improved way to communicate, collaborate and save your work for future use. You can use a stylus pen or your finger, to draw, highlight, or even interact with elements using its touchscreen surface. You can even record your thoughts and ideas on the whiteboard, you can share, archive, and save your notes as digital content.

Very slim, aesthetically good looking, ergonomically well-designed wall mountable metal cabinets, consume very less space in the classrooms. Has the option to incorporate CPU, UPS, Keyboard, Mouse, and other accessories.

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Equipped with MNC Brand CPU, UPS & Projectors. It has an option to integrate a teacher console keypad, which enables easy switch on/off of CPU & UPS, saves time for switching on the class, and is also user-friendly to teachers.

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WHAT IS AN INTERACTIVE FLAT-PANEL DISPLAY?

It’s a wonder which has brought the programmed era of education, presentations, and networked gatherings. The product has an extraordinary potential to demonstrate and eliminate the suspense from entire heads.

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Seed of the crown was sowed in the land of technology in 2016. The ambition was to reshape the educational techniques so that each head consumes the exact and coherent knowledge which aids in practical implementations for a sparkling tomorrow.

Flat panel is the current need of the modern generation. 250+ schools have already joined the crown family.

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Zee Architect is Best Interior Designing Company in Patna. Some Interior points of following:

Paint color Deciding what paint colors to use in each room should start before any materials are purchased. Think about how much natural light is present throughout different rooms, whether the furniture might need to change depending on the space, and make sure the flooring planks you choose match whatever type of wood you’re using.

Flooring Once you have decided on the paint colors for your walls, the choice of flooring can be tricky. You probably know what kind of style suits your home best, but choosing the right material can still require some research. If you want something durable that will look good for years, hardwood floors may be your best bet. However, if you prefer a softer feel, laminate vinyl tiles can provide just as much comfort while being much easier to clean.

Lighting fixtures Lighting fixtures are an easy way to add visual interest to your home without having to buy expensive art. But not all lighting fixtures are created equal. While many people think that recessed lights are only good for small spaces, they actually work well in larger areas as well. Recessed lighting can add drama and beauty to a room without taking away from the view.

Furniture Furniture is the final piece of decorating you should consider and can really set the tone for how the rest of your house looks and feels. Make sure you get pieces that fit both your lifestyle and the style of your home. A couch that matches the rest of your décor, for example, will create a cohesive and comfortable atmosphere.

Acoustics Acoustic design is about making use of acoustic space efficiently while providing maximum benefit to the user. In addition to being a concern of interior designers, acoustical design is a critical factor in determining the quality of sound reproduction systems, particularly those installed in public spaces. A well-designed system should enhance the experience of listening to music, watching movies, playing video games or any other type of audio/video content. An effective environment is one in which the listener (or viewer) feels comfortable and at home. The goal of designing a good listening room is to provide listeners or viewers with a sense of spaciousness and intimacy.

Lighting control A lighting control system controls the lights based upon the time of day, changing colors, dimming settings, and much more. Lighting can change the mood, atmosphere, and ambiance of a space. You may have seen these types of systems in movie theaters or casinos. These types of systems work off of timers, sensors, and even radio frequency technology. There are many different ways to use them; however, they all function in basically the same way. Basically, they take signals from external devices and then use that data to turn on or off certain devices within the space. If you want to get a little technical, the device that takes the signals and turns them into commands is called a controller.

Audio Visual Systems Audio visual systems are commonly used in schools, restaurants, hotels, airports, and medical centers. AV systems are designed to project images onto a screen, projector, or wall. Additionally, they allow people to listen to music, watch videos, or play interactive games using headphones. AV systems generally consist of a computer that communicates with other components including speakers, a monitor or television screen, microphones, amplifiers, and sometimes additional equipment such as cameras, routers, and webcams.

Home automation Zee Architect (Best Interior Designer in Patna) Home automation is becoming increasingly popular among homeowners looking to automate their homes and increase convenience and safety. More often than not, home automation involves integrating several electronic devices in order to create a controlled environment. Automation technologies have been around for decades. However, recent advances in software and hardware have allowed for improvements in ease of installation and functionality. Many companies offer home automation products and services. If you're interested in learning more about home automation, consider checking out Amazon's Alexa. What makes Amazon's voice assistant unique is its smart home capabilities.

Media Centers Media centers are becoming increasingly popular. Today, we live in a world where everything is accessible online and streaming services make it easier than ever before to stream movies, TV shows, music, and more directly to our televisions. As a result, a lot of people are turning to media centers to enjoy their favorite content. Some of the best solutions today include Apple TV, Roku, Android TV, Chromecast, FireTV, Vizio SmartCast, LG Cine, Samsung SmartThings, Sonos, and others.

Mobile phones Mobile phones are commonplace in the modern world. Everyone uses them. People carry them everywhere they go, and most of us rely heavily on the Internet via mobile phone apps and social media platforms. But what if your smartphone isn't doing enough? That's where wireless charging comes in. Wireless charging is rapidly gaining popularity thanks to advancements in the industry. Wireless chargers are compatible with almost every smartphone model and feature built-in antennas to transmit power over inductive coils. Most smartphones now come with Qi wireless charging capability built in, and manufacturers are adding more features to each year. Check out this post to learn about some of the top wireless charger options.

Tablets Tablets have become immensely popular in recent years. From iPads and iPhones to Google Nexus tablets and Kindle Fires, tablet computers are used by millions of people worldwide. Because they are portable and lightweight, tablets are ideal for gaming, web browsing, reading, document creation, video viewing, shopping, and other activities. Tablets are especially useful when traveling, since they save space, weigh less, and don't need to be plugged in.

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Baby Face : Frat Haechan

🌙 staring. Haechan x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. You and Haechan have been enemies ever since highschool, when debates between you in class would get heated. Now, you’re in a sorority and he’s in your brother frat, NCT House. Trivia nights are supposed to be fun at the campus bar but you and Haechan always take it personally, and your friends see the sexual tension, even if you and Haechan don’t. Johnny and Jaehyun concoct plans to force you and Haechan interact, frat boys lie, and even if Haechan gets you on your back, you’re never going to stop calling him the nickname he hates so much: “baby face”.

cw/ tw.  lots of competition, high key GAMER HYUCK, dom leaning switch Haechan, oral (f/r receiving), pet names, slight degradation, angst, unprotected sex, fingering, BIG DICK HAECHAN, dumbification, body worship, he refers to himself as daddy once or twice, etc..

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“So then we get back to his room-”

“Is he still rooming with Johnny?”

“Yeah!”

“Fuck, I’d climb that guy like a tree.” 

“I know right? But we get back there, and he throws me on the bed-”

You close your book loudly with a sigh, drawing the eyes of your sorority sisters who hadn’t even noticed you sitting in the living room by the window, the drapes half obscuring you and shutting you in with the beautiful morning sunlight- which you had been enjoying. 

“Oh, hi Y/N.” One says awkwardly. 

The man they’re talking about is Lee Donghyuck, notorious roommate of Johnny Suh and renowned “lady killer” of the frat system. Almost as well known as his reputation, or yours for that matter, is the fact that you both hate each other- and you have since high school, where you made a point to personally pick fights with each other in debate team.

“Don’t let me stop the story.” you wave your hand as you head towards the stairs leading up to the second floor of your sorority house, “Ryujin told me her version of it last Saturday,” you wink at the two girls, “and I hear the ending where he kicks you out at two am before Johnny gets home is the best part.” 

Fucking Lee Donghyuck, you think to yourself as you head up to your bedroom. When are the girls in your sorority ever going to learn that he’s the worst of the worst?

“Could you just be nice this once?” Jenni sighs as you slide into the booth next to her at the campus pub for Trivia Tuesday. 

“No.” you answer, flashing a smile at Johnny, who’s just finishing setting up the projector for the game. He waves at you, grabbing a stack of trivia answer papers to begin handing them out to the tables who are playing.

“You cut it a bit close.” Johnny says to you as he gives you a peice of paper for your answers, checking his watch to see how long he has until he has until it’s 8, and trivia night officially starts. 

“I knew you wouldn’t start without me.” you beam up at the tall frat boy. As much as you hate Haechan, his roommate, in fact his entire frat, is pretty cool. NCT House is technically the brother frat of your own sorority, as much as you and Haechan wish this wasn’t the case, and that means that you end up in the same circles as NCT boys with some frequency. 

“Who would compete with Haechan if you didn’t show?” Johnny points out, eyes sliding over to his roommate. 

Your sorority and frat have two tables you’ve all but claimed on Trivia Tuesdays. Squished up next to each other, the two hour long game from eight to ten gives your houses plenty of time to intermingle and flirt. You’re at the end of one side, and Haechan has his claim all the way at the end of the other table. He has a beer in front of him, and he’s twiddling with a pen, chatting with Mark Lee and Kim Jungwoo. 

Johnny heads over to give Haechan’s table their own trivia paper, he does a few errands as a timer ticks down on the projector screen. Johnny manages to bring you a beer, and serve a few others at the table before the clock hits one, then he heads over to the bar, where he’ll be stationed for the next two hours, testing out the audio system. 

Taeyong enters the bar, eyes quickly scanning the tables, he makes the decision to join you and Jenni, taking the only free chair across from you. “Hey! You made it!” Jenni beams at her friend. Since they’re both leaders in your houses, they spend a lot of time together. You enjoy Taeyong, he’s a bit quiet, but a genuinely nice guy. 

“Happy Trivia Tuesday everybody!” Johnny says into the mic, drawing your attention from the wide eyed frat president, and earning a few whistles from the NCT table next to yours. 

“Take it off!” someone bellows, and when you turn to follow the voice you see that Lucas and Hendery are already drunk, happily situated near where your tables are joined. Most of the younger members, with the exception of Haechan, just come to Trivia Night to flirt. You’re not surprised that Lucas and Hendery already each have a few empty shot glasses in front of them.

Johnny grabs the bottom of his shirt as if he’s about to follow through with Lucas’s crude request, only to stop just as the first inch of beautiful skin is revealed, “You wish slut!” Johnny teases Lucas, getting back on track immediately. “I take my job as MC very seriously everyone.” Johnny laughs to himself, “For those of you who are new, the rules are quite simple. There are five categories, five questions each, with a total of 25 fill in the blank answers. The five categories are Art, Movies, History, Music and a Random category. Each category has a theme that changes every week. Every slide will be numbered and you get four minutes per question, with a five minute break between each category, which means we finish at 10:00.” he speaks so quick its hard to follow, “if you didn’t catch those rules, just roll with it. Without further ado, today’s first theme is…” he turns to look at the screen, hitting the next slide button to reveal “classical art!”

Your eyes shift to Taeyong, “We’re lucky you sat with us.” Jenni voices your thoughts. Taeyong might be a business major along with a few of the other NCT boys, but he has a minor in art history.

“Taeyong!” Haechan calls from the other end of the table, “come over to our side!”

Taeyong looks between you and Haechan, but luckily he doesn’t even get a chance to speak or choose who to listen to, because the ever prudent MC’s voice fills the room, “Whatever table you’re sat with is now your group, no changing or cheating, or you’ll be disqualified.”

Haechan makes a big deal out of this, rolling his eyes, throwing his hands up in the air, groaning- you’re surprised he doesn’t full-on throw his drink on the ground like a tantruming child.

“Is everyone ready?” Johnny looks around the room, then he switches to the slide.

“QUESTION 1: theme - classical art - name this painting and the painter (.5 points per answer)”

The picture on the screen is one you’ve seen before, hell, Lucas is so drunk he bellows “Easy! It’s the scream!” Loudly enough for everyone in the bar to hear.

But when Taeyong reaches for your pen- and you allow him to write “The Scream - Edvard Munch”- you realize the two part answer might not be as ‘easy’ as Lucas first thought. Edvard Munch- you’re glad Taeyong is here. 

You can’t help but sneak a glance down the table. Doyoung has the paper in front of him, and he’s pressed up to Haechan’s side, both of their heads bowed as they whisper. Jaehyun’s near them too, the final member of the ‘nct competitive trio’ who always does their absolute best to beat you at Trivia Tuesday. The dimpled captain of your university's soccer team throws you a wink, a challenge, and you shake your head at him.

It’s on. 

Between you, Jenni and Taeyong, you’re pretty sure you do well in the classical art category. However, Doyoung is a formidable foe, especially where Taeyong’s concerned. They might be best friends, but they compete as if they’re each other’s biggest enemies, and it proves to fuel the energy in the bar.

Category two ends up being Children’s movies. You’re a little nervous when Hendery, Yangyang and Lucas perk up at the first picture, a film you don’t recognize, but Taeyong simply takes your pen and fills in the blank. Again, when the round finishes, you feel okay with your answers. 

You and Haechan exchange a look when the History theme ends up being ‘Greek mythology’. You’re in a greek mythology classical studies class together right now, and you’d even had a debate over Hades and Persephone’s love story in high school. “To play the devil’s advocate” Haechan had said, as he began to defend Hades’ actions- the debate had gotten so explosive that your teacher had to threaten sending you to the principal’s office if you didn’t both calm down. Suffice it to say, the entire trivia round is spent with the both of you painstakingly answering the questions, personal investment making your skin flush with competitive anger. 

By the fourth round, which ends up being hip hop music, nearly everyone is tipsy. Johnny hums hip hop songs without using the lyrics, and everyone gets really into the game. Entire tables sing out songs to completion, not caring that the answer becomes a given. It’s during this round that a bunch of people leave the bar. A few couples pair off, and you’re a little shocked to see Sweet Baby Taeil leave with one of your frat sisters holding his hand, good for him. Winwin, Yuta, Mark and Jungwoo all clear out as well, and you watch the way the drunken lion hangs onto the small Canadian music theory major. 

Johnny comes with a pitcher of beer, filling up the cups of those of you who are left. It’s unspoken common knowledge that the final round is always for you and Haechan to fight it out.

Johnny counts out everyone points, whoever is left in the bar that is, and the top two groups get to go into the final lightning round which consists of abstract questions with no set answers. The two group leaders have to convince two of the three bartenders to their argument to win the game point. With the topic being random, you and Haechan both rely on your years of experience bullshitting your way through debates. 

“Okay, as predicted, the two leading teams are ‘NCT House’ and ‘The Sorority gal’s’” Johnny giggles and you nudge Jenni with your shoulder, being late means she gets to choose your team name, and this one is not up to standard in the slightest. “Y/N and Haechan, come on up for the final round.”

Those who are left in the bar are primarily your own friends, however a few other students come to watch the Thursday night trivia takedowns. In fact, the younger members of NCT House have started taking bets on who’s going to win, you or Haechan.

Jaehyun has migrated to a table with a few other frat guys, you recognize his friends Mingyu, Eunwoo and Yugyeom, as well as a tattooed Film Major named Jungkook, who you’ve hooked up with once or twice. 

The two bartenders who are on shift with Johnny tonight are Baekhyun and Kai. they’ve acted as the referees for your trivia nights a number of times, and you trust the impartiality of the three men, although Johnny does technically have a bias towards Haechan, he has so much chaotic Aquarius energy that you know he won’t show preference. 

“Okay, question twenty one, which doggo is best doggo?” there are four pictures of different dogs on the screen.

“Haechan!” Donghyuck screams his own name, hand raising immediately to signify he has an answer. Haechan’s tactic is always to answer first, so he can choose the easiest answer, or speak first, which he thinks gives him the upper hand. But it also gives you more time to fine tune your answer. 

“Haechan!” Johnny nods to the man standing a few feet away from you.

“Doggo number two is the best doggo for three reasons!” Haechan answers, he’s also loved giving ‘three’ examples ever since high school, so none of you are shocked his answer begins this way. Next he’s going to give a logic based answer, then one that makes your heart hurt, and he’ll finish it off by being charismatic and funny. “One, it’s a german shepherd, which are really smart, so smart they’re one of the best breeds for police force work. Reason number two, look at it’s little face and it’s cute little hat. Third and final reason, I used to volunteer waking dogs and german shepherds always attracted a specific kind of girl that was just,” Haechan makes a motion with his fingers, “chef's kiss.”

“Good reasons,” Johnny laughs, “Y/N, rebuttal!”

Unlike Haechan, your strategy is this: know your judges. 

“Doggo number four is the best doggo for one obvious reason!” you respond in the same animated manner as Haechan does, mocking him, which you know he hates. “It’s a corgi, in fact, I'm pretty sure that’s Baekhyun’s dog at Exo House’s Christmas party two years ago.”

“What?!” Haechan narrows his eyes at the picture of doggo number four, realizing a moment later that you’re right. 

“And we all know that Baekhyun’s doggo is the best doggo.” you conclude, speaking over Haechan. 

“And this round's winner is…” Johnny picks up his whiteboard paddle, your name written on the front of it, Baekhyun and Kai following suit, “unanimously Y/N!” 

“What!?” Jaehyun yells from the tables, “But the hot girls!”

“The chefs kiss!” Doyoung agrees loudly.

“Excuse me, are you two the judges?” Johnny glares at his friends, “no? I thought so, now shut up and let us work! Remember, there is no right or wrong answer, this is all based on your ability to argue. Next slide… question twenty two! Who’s the hottest?”

Four pictures appear on the board: Taeyong, Doyoung, Jaehyun and Ten. 

“Y/N!” you throw your arm up and grab Johnny’s attention.

“Someone’s eager, Y/N!” Johnny points at you to let you answer first.

“The hottest is Taeyong!” You know he’s good friends with not only Johnny, but Baekhyun and Kai as well. “He’s got an amazing jawline, gorgeous big eyes, and he’s just generally beautiful.”

“Haechan, Haechan, Haechan!” your opponent is wiggling with energy, and you turn to watch his rebuttal. 

“Haechan go!” Johnny nods to his friend.

“Ten is the hottest! His teeth are perfect,” Haechan begins counting to three with his fingers, “he looks amazing in any style of clothing you throw at him, and look at his nose! I’ve seen girls with nose jobs that aren’t even as pretty! Come on, Ten’s the hottest for sure.” 

Johnny holds up the side of his paddle that says ‘Haechan’, and after a moment, Kai agrees with him. To your credit, Baekhyun holds up your name, and he even verbally disagrees with his fellow judges, “Look at him!” Baekhyun points to Taeyong still seated at your table, his ears turning red from the attention, “He’s adorable!”

“If Ten was here you’d say he was adorable too!” Johnny insists, “Haechan wins.” He adds a tally to the board he uses to keep track, hiding the points from you and Haechan until the end of the trivia night. Sometimes, there’s not even really a point to go one versus one because you or Haechan have a five point or more lead, but Johnny likes the theatrics of it all. If he was to tell you that one of your wins is guaranteed, you and Haechan might not fight to the death as you do when it’s a close call, and Johnny’s nothing if not a slut for drama.

“Question twenty three,” Johnny switches to the next slide, “The best category on Netflix to watch when you want to get laid.”

Haechan is quick to throw up his hand to answer, and a moment later he’s going into a full on rant, “horror movies are the best to watch when you want to get laid because the girl will hide on your shoulder and you can cuddle up close-” You roll your eyes and Haechan turns to glare at you, “oh yeah? What's your answer then?”

“Well first, not every girl is going to ‘hide on your shoulder’ because of a horror movie, in fact, Donghyuck, if I remember correctly, you’re the one who screams at jump scares.” 

“That was one time in tenth grade-” Haechan glares at you.

Johnny smacks his hand down on the bar top, “order in my court! Y/N, name a Netflix category, other than horror, for when you want to get laid.” 

“Yeah babe, what are you going to put on Netflix for background noise when you finally give in and just admit you love me.” Haechan teases.

You scoff loudly, “you know what, Haechan, when pigs fly and I finally decide to graciously allow you to get with this,” you motion to your body, “I’ll be putting on a comedy, that way at least something will be guaranteed to be funny.” 

Three paddles present your name and Johnny is still laughing as he gives you the point, Haechan left stuttering with comebacks that fall short.  “Question twenty four, name one person to bring to a deserted island with you. Y/N you’re first.”

“The dude from that survivor show, Bear something-”

“Bear Grylls!” Johnny helps you with the name.

“Yeah him, because he’s been doing this shit on tv for years. He would be the best person to bring.” You say, knowing that you answer is falling a bit short, but that’s what happens in the final few questions, Johnny purposefully puts pressure on you and Haechan to answer quickly. 

“Haechan!” Johnny points to your debate counterpart.

“If I was on a deserted island I’d bring Y/N, and she’d be the best person because she’d be so fucking annoying I’d have a ton of motivation to build a raft to get the fuck out of there. Worst comes to worst I eat her-”

“Haechan!” Taeyong scolds from the table, “what did we say about cannibal jokes?” 

“You said they’re not funny, but they are!” Haechan insists, pointing to Baekhyun and Kai who, unfortunately enough for everyone else, are so immature that they’re giggling. 

“Are you two seriously going to vote for Haechan saying he’s going to eat me!?” you ask in shock, gaping at your two trusted bar tenders, “Johnny?! You too?!”

Johnny gives Haechan a tally mark. 

“Question twenty five, first answer that comes to your head.” Johnny says loudly, “Name the best song to fuck to.”

“Who even chose these questions?” Doyoung asks, smacking half empty glass of beer down on the table, “these are rigged!”

“What!?” Taeyong argues back, “Haechan just won due to cannibalism!”

“Silence from the peanut gallery!” Johnny screeches. Doyoung lets out a ‘hmph’ sound and crosses his arms over his chest. “Haechan, answer!”

“Uh…” Haechan falters, then he says “Anaconda, Nicki Minaj! Because my anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns hun!” 

“Y/N?” Johnny turns to you for the tie breaker answer. 

“Or Nah, by Ty Dolla $ign,” You respond smoothly, “because I can lick the tip then throat the dick.”

There's a brief moment of shock and then Jenni and Taeyong are cheering for you, Jaehyun’s frat table bursting out into a fit of giggles as Jungkook nods in confirmation, and all three bartenders show your name on their paddles, signifying another win for you. Haechan is sputtering beside you, “that’s cheating, you’re seducing the judges!” 

“She’s not seducing us.” Baekhyun laughs at Haechan’s tantrum, pouring the celebratory winner drink that the bar gives the Trivia Tuesday winner for free. 

“And the winner is, drumroll please…” those who are left in the bar follow Johnny’s cue and begin to tap their hands and feet, Johnny coming to stand between you and Haechan, grabbing each of your hands, “coming in first place with 23 points is…” he throws your arms up, “Y/N’s team!” 

Haechan doesn’t even take his loss graciously, a groan leaving his lips as he stomps back to his table. You don’t care, you accept the beer from Baekhyun and dance over to your side of the big Greek System table. 

“By half a point!?” Haechan’s voice draws your attention from the celebration. Johnny’s just handed him back his score sheet, of course Haechan always goes over it immediately after any loss, just to make sure the marking is correct. “On question one?!”

“The answer is Edward Munch!” Doyoung insists, grabbing the paper from Haechan to inspect it. his pointer finger repeatedly smashes against the name he’d written, and his eyes are wide as he looks up at the bartender and part time trivia judge.

“No it’s Edvard, with a V.” Johnny says, pointing it out to them, a shit eating grin on his face.

“Since when was this a fucking spelling test!” Haechan throws the paper in the air.

“Uh, since always,” Baekhyun calls from the bar, tapping the trivia night poster which clearly says in the rules at the bottom that spelling counts when it comes to names and close call winner ceremonies. 

Haechan slumps his head into his hands, “God damn it.”

“No, don’t let her in, she’s not invited.” Comes an irritating voice from over Jaehyun’s shoulder. 

“Aw, are you still upset that I beat you at Trivia Tuesday, Baby Face?” you pout at Haechan teasingly, utilizing the old pet name you gave him back in grade eight. In those days he still had all his baby fat, and would get so upset in class arguments that he looked like a baby. He still does the tantruming, but he’s lost the weight, his jaw now nearly as sharp as his frat president’s… he’s not a baby face anymore, but you’ll never acknowledge it.

Jaehyun smirks at you and Haechan bickering, moving out of the way to let you and your friends through the door to NCT House. Of course you’re invited to the party, as the ‘sibling sorority’ to NCT, you and your ‘sisters’ get free access to pretty much all of their frat events, especially their parties. 

“You beat me by less than a point.” Haechan rolls his eyes at you, taking a sip from his red solo cup. His eyes are dark and alert, sizing you up. He wonders why you have to dress so- so- revealing! That’s the word. Haechan hates it. You should be in a jacket, it’s cold out. In your outfit right now, well, guys will be checking you out, and for some reason the thought of one of his frat brothers kissing you- it sets Haechan’s teeth on edge. 

You grin as you walk past Haechan, “okay Baby Face, keep telling yourself that.”

NCT House is large enough that it’s easy to get lost in the sea of people. You’ve never had any problems avoiding Haechan during parties, and tonight isn’t any different. Three hours pass by blissfully, you bounce around with your friends from the dance floor to various rooms throughout the house, even joining in on a game of beer pong with Jaehyun, Johnny and Yuta. You’ve been drinking on and off, and end up in a happy buzz, looking for Taeyong and Jenni, who you lost a little while ago.

You poke your head into Doyoung’s room, only to be met by Mark, Doyoung and Haechan. 

“You looking for someone?” Mark asks, smiling lazily at you.

“Just Taeyong, he’s obviously not here.” you respond, turning to continue your search. 

You don’t hear Haechan excuse himself and follow you, the music from downstairs drowning out just about everything as you pass down the hallway in a pleasant half drunken state. You feel good, happy, aware of everything, just tipsy enough to be carefree. 

Haechan watches the way you walk, it’s different from normal, your gate is all off. He’s spent years watching you walk away from him, so of course he notices the ‘drunk waddle’ you do at parties. He licks his lips, still able to taste the peach schnapps he’d just been drinking. He’s around your level of tipsy, but where you’re happy and lightheaded, Haechan is determined, with a stubborn set to his jaw. 

“Why are you looking for Taeyong?” Haechan asks. The sudden intrusion of his voice on your otherwise happy hallway walk makes you stop and turn to look at him, eyes narrowing. 

“What?”

“Taeyong. He’s busy. Why are you looking for him?”

“Stop being so jealous, you big baby,” you roll your eyes at Haechan, turning to continue down the hall- only to be grabbed in a vice grip. Haechan throws you against the wall, the air leaving your lungs from shock more than anything else, eyes blinking away any tipsy haze that your last drink had offered you. 

“Call me a baby one more time, I swear to god-” Haechan growls, his face getting close to yours. You can see the deep brown of his eyes, looking rich against the beautiful tone of his skin. His breath smells sweet, like alcohol, but oddly enough you don’t mind, body reacting as it tingles across the skin of your neck and face-

“Woah?” Taeyong’s confused tone snaps you back into reality, and you push Haechan away from you, “am I interrupting… something?”

“She was just looking for you.” Haechan answers smoothly, turning and heading back into Doyoung’s room without another word, foot shutting the door behind him.

“What was all that about?” Taeyong asks you.

Your brows furrow in confusion, “i don’t know.”

By the next morning, you’ve all but forgotten about your little altercation with Haechan. He’s pissed you off enough in your life that the times he’s made you mad at frat parties all seem to blend together, besides, he’s done worse. Like the time he cock blocked you with his friend Jeno… but to be fair, you’d cock blocked him with one of your friends the week before too- in all honesty, your feud has gone on for so long that the scoreboard is marred beyond recognition, who truly started it? You’re inclined to say he did, but if you were to ask him, he’d point to you as the reason the two of you will never be able to get along.

Regardless, your life continues as it is, and on Trivia Tuesday, you find yourself at the bar, sitting opposite ends from Haechan. 

It’s nearly eight, trivia starting time, when Jaehyun rolls into the bar. He looks fresh from the shower, hair damp, and you know he’s probably just coming from the gym. Instead of going to sit on the NCT House table, he comes to you, taking the seat across from you and Jenni. The tables do intermingle, a few of your new pledges stuck between Lucas, Jungwoo and Yuta, but to have one of their star players here on your side? If Haechan could shoot laser beams from his eyes, Jaehyun would have been dead the moment he started over to your table. 

 “You’re playing with us tonight?” Jenni asks in shock.

“Gotta switch it up every now and then.” Jaehyun shrugs, “besides, tonight’s game isn’t going to be that fun anyways.” 

“And how would you know that?” You laugh, enjoying the cockiness that radiates off of the gorgeous man in front of you.

Jaehyun shrugs, “let’s just say I have insider’s information.” 

Johnny starts the game up a moment later, and when the first Art theme is ‘Van Gogh’, you realize that all the questions are going to be super easy, so much so, that Jenni takes the sheet of paper away from you to answer, leaving you to be able to talk to Jaehyun, who is obviously here to see you, not Jenni.

“So, Spring Formal is coming up.” Jaehyun says, leaning his chin on the palm of his hand, “you guys going as girlfriends again, or are you actually going to allow us guys a chance?” 

Jenni giggles next to you. At the last formal, your entire sorority had gone as each other’s dates, to prove to the guys that none of you need them to show up in suits with flowers and a limo- because if they’re not going to live up to your standards, you guys can reach them yourselves. You and Jenni had had a wonderful time at the formal, and only a very select few guys were even able to convince some of your sisters to dance- you know for a fact Jaehyun had gone the entire night without touching a woman, and you’d kind of felt bad at the time. Now here he is, and you suppose as far as NCT House boys go, he’s one of the better catches- despite you arguing for Taeyong’s looks in trivia night last week.

“We’re not going as girlfriends.” Jenni quips.

“Great,” Jaehyun looks to you again, “want to go with me?”

It only takes you a moment to agree, easily won over by Jaehyun’s charming smile and that cute dimple that appears when you say “yes.” 

“These questions are too easy!” Haechan whines from the other end of the table, as the category switches to movies and ends up being ‘vampire themed’.

The first picture is of a Twilight movie, and on the other end of the table, Hendery immediately whispers “breaking dawn part 2.”

“No it’s part one.” Xiaojun responds, with just as much ferocity. The two start arguing and Jaehyun laughs, watching as Jenni writes down ‘breaking dawn part 2’. 

“Last week’s game was too intense.” Jaehyun says, sitting back in his chair, “everyone wanted something fun.”

You have to admit, now that you’re not on the edge of your seat, muscles tensed with anticipation to answer trivia… well, it is relaxing to be hanging out with friends in the bar. You find yourself leaning against Jenni, laughing at something Jaehyun is saying as question three becomes question twelve becomes question nineteen. 

“Okay, final round, the two teams who’ve made it are…. NCT House and Sorority Gal’s 2.0. Please send up a team leader!” Johnny’s instructions draw your attention.

“I’ll go up.” Jenni says, patting your hand and moving out of the booth to go stand next to Haechan by the bar.

“Watching this part is always the most fun.” Jaehyun comes to steal Jenni’s spot next to you, and you can’t help but enjoy the closeness. He smells good, and he’s so big- you can feel his warmth as his shoulder brushes yours, his eyes glued to where Jenni and Haechan are facing the projector screen.

Everyone seems to be a little shocked that Jenni is up there and not you, even Haechan whips around to look at you and Jaehyun. His mouth forms a firm line, and he turns back to the projector screen. 

“Question twenty one,” Johnny begins, “If I, Johnny motherfucking Suh, had to dye my hair any colour, which colour would be the sexiest? Jenni, you’re first.”

“Blonde.” Jenni answers, “that way, you can temporarily dye it anything you want, but you need that base blonde level, and I think it would look really good next to your brown eyes.”

“Ok ok, good reasons,” Johnny nods, “Haechan!”

You brace yourself for whatever bullshit answer Haechan is about to give, ready to see him try to decimate your best friend-

“I agree, blonde would be nice.”

You feel your jaw drop.

“Haechan, you’re supposed to argue a different colour, that’s the point of the game.” Johnny says, “Did you hit your head climbing out of our window last night?”

“I’m fine,” Haechan pushes away Johnny’s hand as he tries to assess Haechan’s head, “Jenni’s just right, blonde is a nice colour for you.”

“So I guess… Jenni wins this round?” Sungchan, a new bartender and pledge to NCT House asks. He’s never judged one of these before, and the paddle with Jenni’s name in his hand looks a little out of place. 

Next to him, Shotaro, the second new bartender pledge, follows suit, flashing a big puppy dog smile as he shows everyone the Jenni paddle. 

“This is bullshit.” you mutter to Jaehyun who laughs, moving his arm around your shoulders to pull you tighter so he can whisper back into your ear. “Just relax and have some fun.” 

You take a breath, focusing more on your friend winning than Haechan, who is obviously allowing her to have the upper hand. It irks you the entire night, all the way back to your sorority house, that Haechan would work so hard to beat you, but be nice to Jenni.

You know that Haechan is generally well liked, but there’s something about him rubbing it in your face- the fact that he has the capacity to be nice, but just never tries with you, well, it’s awoken a fury inside of you that you just can’t get a handle on. 

“No this plan is genius.” Johnny assures the two people sitting in front of him, “Jaehyun has Y/N, Hyuck will take you-” he motions to Jenni who holds up a hand.

“You still haven't explained how you’re going to subtly pressure Haechan into asking me, of all people, to the Spring Formal.” She says.

“Pff,” Johnny laughs, “that will be the easy part. I can hypnotize him in his sleep.”

“Really?” both of his friends gasp at him.

“No not really, I mean, I’ve considered it, but I haven't tried it-” Johnny waves his hand, “just trust me, I’ll make it happen. Haechan is vindictive, if Y/N is going with Jae, the only possible equivalent is you, Jenni. And then once Haechan sees Jae with Y/N and she sees you with Haechan-”

“They’ll both be so jealous they have to admit they like each other.” Jenni finishes for him. She’s been watching you and Haechan with interest the past few months, having always suspected there were some deeper feelings there, and now, knowing that Jaehyun and Johnny see it too- well, she can’t just ignore the obvious sexual tension any longer, and god damn it, she’ll get the two of you laid if it’s the last thing she does. 

“You know Johnny,” Jaehyun stretches his arms behind his head with a smile, “This isn’t the worst idea you’ve ever had.”

“So…” Johnny collapses onto his bed, eyes moving to Haechan who’s sitting at his desk, headphones half on as he plays online games. Johnny can hear Yangyang’s voice on the other end of the call, yelling something that Johnny is pretty sure is ‘Get Chenle! Get Chenle!’

“One sec.” Haechan madly clicks buttons, letting out a big sigh and taking off his headphones, putting them down, “okay, what’s up?”

“I was just wondering if you’re going to the Spring Formal on Saturday” Johnny says. It’s less than a week away now, and Jenni’s only going to stay single for so long to allow Johnny’s plan to work. 

“Of course I am.” Haechan rolls his eyes.

“Who are you taking?” Johnny pretends to be nonchalant, pulling out his phone to scroll through it before he goes to sleep.

“Not sure yet, why?”

“I just thought maybe you’d asked Jenni,” Johnny shrugs, “you were nice to her at Trivia Night last week.” 

Haechan’s mouth forms a firm line and he looks for a moment like he’s trying to figure out if this is a compliment or an insult.

“She’s pretty.” Johnny continues.

“She is.” Haechan agrees. “I always thought Jaehyun was into her.”

“Jae asked Y/N.”

Haechan nods, eyes narrowing as he turns to look back at his computer screen, “Maybe I should ask Jenni.”

Johnny smirks to himself. Haechan’s so predictable. It’s about time someone gave him a taste of his own match making medicine, and Johnny’s glad he’s the one who gets to be the mastermind behind it.

At Tuesday Trivia night, Jaehyun comes to sit with you and Jenni. He’s a nice guy, and he’s a good conversationalist, able to keep up with you and your best friend, while filling out the easy trivia questions.

“Why is it another easy week?” you sigh, looking at the paper wistfully. You kind of miss the burn of the pencil in your palm, finger aching from furiously scribbling out answer after answer-

“I think Haechan suggested it.” Jaehyun says smoothly. He’s lying, but the look in your eyes tells him that you’ve bought it and it’s made you mad.

“Why would he want it to be easy?” you cock your head.

“I think he has something planned,” Jaehyun shrugs, “there’s a special girl he wants to ask to formal or something.” 

Your eyes immediately move to all the girls at your table. Many of your sorority sisters are gorgeous, and there’s a pang of something like anger in your chest. You ignore the anger, thinking it must be just general dislike for Haechan, you don’t want him dating any of your sorority sisters, that’s for sure. 

The game night continues, the three of you spending much of your time talking about extracurriculars. Jaehyun’s the captain of the university soccer team, and it looks like they’ll be doing some traveling soon to play against other schools. Before you even know it, it’s the final round, and once again, Jenni heads up to fight Haechan.

After last week, most people have kind of realized that Haechan and Jenni aren’t as fun to watch as when you’re Haechan’s foe. Conversations continue, all the sparkle lost from the usually fiery final round. 

When Jenni comes back to sit next to you, after Haechan won, she says, “he asked me to be his date to Spring Formal.”

“What?” you narrow your eyes.

“I said yes.” Jenni’s words come out quickly, “I know you don’t like him, but you have to admit he’s attractive-”

“Haechan?!” you say it so loudly that you fear he may have heard you, and your eyes slide over to where Haechan is talking with Johnny at the bar. 

Jenni shrugs, “maybe it will be fun.” she’s smiling, and it is nice to see your best friend happy- but you just can’t get over the bad taste the news has left in your mouth. 

“But why Haechan?” you groan for the umpteenth time, watching Jenni finish the last touch on her hair. 

“Honestly?” Jenni sighs, turning to look at you, “you have to admit he’s hot. I know you two have your history of fighting, but come on Y/N, he’s gorgeous.”

“He is not!” you say, but Jenni grins because you’re not fooling anyone.

“Y/N, you’re not blind.” Jenni adjusts her dress, fluffing her hair out, “I know you call him Baby Face and Cry Baby and all sorts of variations on the word baby, but he’s not that kid you debated against in eleventh grade. He’s a hot frat boy now. Maybe it’s time for you both to bury the hatchet.”

“Never.” 

“Well, at least try to be civil at the formal, we’ll all be sitting together.” She reminds you and you let out a groan. At every formal you’ve been to, avoiding Haechan has been easy, but now he’s going to be sitting with you? With Jenni? His date? 

The frat village holds all the sorority and frat houses on campus, and when you look out of your window, you can see the square is filled with people dressed for Formal, waiting for the big party busses to arrive and take you to the venue. 

“Hey, are you into Jae?” Jenni asks as you leave the bedroom, heading to join everyone outside. 

“Uh, I mean he’s cute, but I don’t know, I couldn’t ever date him, if that’s what you mean.” you answer, “He only asked me to the formal because we’re friends.” It’s not uncommon for NCT House to take girls from your sorority to the formals, last year you went with Taeyong to Winter Formal and Yuta to Spring Formal. 

“Do you have your eye on anyone else then?” Jenni asks, “I know you liked Jeno for a while-”

“No, Jeno wasn’t really my type either.” you sigh.

“True, weren’t you mostly just flirting with him to piss Haechan off?”

Before you can answer- and by answer I mean defend your honour and your hatred of Haechan to your best friend- you bump into a group of boys from NCT House. Jenni smoothly inserts herself into the conversation, slotting between Taeyong and Doyoung while you go to stand near Jaehyun.

“Hey, you look beautiful.” Jaehyun smiles.

“You clean up nicely too.” you grin, nudging him with your shoulder. The two of you begin to chat about the venue, Jaehyun’s pretty sure you’ll end up at the same place as last time, but only frat presidents/coordinators know the location, that way no one can party crash because only a select few have the details. 

There’s a commotion from NCT House and all eyes turn to the doorway, where Haechan and Kun have run outside holding something that’s on fire. Haechan throws the flaming piece of fabric onto the grass, stomping it out aggressively with his foot and cursing while Jungwoo follows holding a phone and giggling.

“I told you it was flammable.” Kun is saying as he makes sure the fabric, which you see now is what appears to be a suit jacket, is fully extinguished of fire.

“Everything’s flammable.” Haechan mutters, picking up the black jacket and inspecting it, “well, my bad. Here Kun.” he holds it out for the older man whose jaw drops.

“What do you expect me to do with it?” 

Haechan nods, “good point.” he drops it on the grass again, “I didn’t need a jacket anyways.” and then he shoves his hands in his pockets and saunters over to your group, coming to stand next to Jenni who still has a look of shock on her face.

“Haechan-” she begins and he holds up a hand.

“Don’t question it.” he says smoothly, “trust the process.” he rolls up the arms of his dress shirt, exposing the pretty skin and arm veins beneath, and you tear your gaze from him, focusing instead on Jaehyun.

“I can’t believe Jenni said yes to him.”

Jaehyun laughs, “You know, you and Haechan are more alike than you’ll admit.”

“Excuse me,” you scoff, “and when was the last time I lit a jacket on fire?”

“I'm pretty sure you almost lit Johnny on fire at New Year’s actually-”

“We don’t talk about that night.” you interrupt Jaehyun before he can get into the details on how you got so drunk you spilled champagne on Johnny and then proceeded to try to hug him, which made him bump into a table holding a candle… which then rolled to his shirt sleeve, and well- the disaster had been thwarted by the ever watchful Taeyong. “Look, the bus is here.” 

Jaehyun’s hand finds the small of your back, and the two of you get onto the bus with the other members of your university Greek System. When you sit down, you look for Jenni, only to realize that she’s dragging Haechan after her. They manage to grab the seats in front of you and Jaehyun, Jenni fully turning around in her seat to begin talking with you and your date, after a moment, Haechan turns too. 

You can tell he’s making an effort not to look at you. And you don’t mind, you try to ignore him as well.

Haechan has to remind himself to breathe properly, and his mouth feels dry. His skin is prickling with tension, and it takes all of his concentration not to look at you. He’s seen you dressed up before at formals, but never up this close, no, this close he can see every detail. 

This close, his fingers ache to reach out and tug at one of your loose strands of hair, to annoy you- to watch your pretty strands bounce back after a rough tug- 

And god, who let you buy your dress? Haechan swears it must be tailored or something because no dress off a hanger could fit you so well. He’s almost angry at the dress, but then he directs that anger at you, and it festers the more people sneak glances your way.

Lucas, two rows back, has his eyes fixed on your neck and shoulders, exposed by the dress, and Haechan grinds his teeth together. Across the aisle sits Mark, and even he keeps sneaking glances at you. But Jaehyun is, without a doubt, the worst. Haechan catches the movement of his hand, and watches with disdain as it finds a home on your thigh. 

“Haechan?” Jaehyun’s voice interrupts his younger friend's loathing, and Haechan’s dark eyes snap up.

“What?”

“We asked what venue you think it will be.” Jaehyun says smoothly.

“Does it matter?” Haechan asks, his tone coming off ruder than he intended… ‘but if Jaehyun would just remove his hand, then maybe I wouldn’t feel the need to be so rude now would I?’ Haechan thinks to himself. 

“What’s got you in a huff?” Jenni asks, her hand finding Haechan’s shoulder to soothe him.

You watch the motion, the way her beautiful hand rubs his shoulder up and down. ‘Haechan’s being a baby, he doesn’t need coddling right now, especially not from Jenni,’ you fume, hoping Jenni doesn't end up as yet another one of Haechan’s noona hookups who brings him coffee and cuddles him when he should be studying for tests- 

While Jenni and Haechan begin their own conversation, Jaehyun asks you about classes, and despite how hard you try, you can’t ignore the mere existence and close proximity of the annoying man sitting in the seats in front of you. It’s as if his voice is an annoying melody, and you can’t seem to get it out of your head.

The formal had gone well for the first hour. There were some speeches and then food was served, but when dessert rolled out and dancing started, Haechan had decided that the time for pleasantries was over.

“Next week’s Trivia Tuesday,” he says, drawing your attention, “I’m going to kick your ass.”

“Oh yeah?” you roll your eyes, turning to look at him, “you keep saying you’re going to kick my ass but most of the time, I end up winning.”

“Most of the time.” Haechan scoffs, “as if.”

Jenni and Jaehyun exchange a glance. 

“If you miss getting beaten by me so bad, invite me to one of your video game nights, I’m sure I could beat you there too.” you say, lifting your chin defiantly and crossing your arms over your chest.

Haechan laughs loudly, “are you drunk? Yo must be drunk to say something as stupid as that.”

Jaehyun and Jenni smoothly excuse themselves, but you and Haechan barely even register their exit, too caught up in your own feud.

“I’ll beat you at anything Lee Donghyuck.” you seethe, “trivia night, video games, cards, board games, chess-”

“Ok, checkers, right now, pull out your phone.” Haechan demands. 

A minute later, you’re both hunched over your phones at a table in the corner at Spring Formal, dueling it out over checkers while your dates dance and laugh the night away in each other’s arms.

Checkers becomes chess, becomes scrabble- and finally someone approaches the two of you. It’s Taeyong, and he asks you to dance, because he’s requested DJ Johnny plays your favourite song next. “What have the two of you even been doing in this corner all night on your phones?” he questions as he takes your hand to pull you from your seat.

“Been battling to see who’s the best gamer.” Haechan answers.

“And who’s winning?” Taeyong laughs.

Haechan narrows his eyes at you, “it’s pretty even, but we haven't played video games yet.” 

This makes Taeyong stop laughing, his eyes widening, “Y/N, you really don’t want to challenge Haechan to video games.”

“Too late, she already did.” Haechan stands triumphantly, “where’s Jenni?”

“Pretty sure I saw her and Jaehyun go to the bathroom together a while ago-” 

“What!?” Haechan looks around wildly, eyes searching for one of the two people in question, “THAT ASSHOLE STOLE MY DATE!”

Taeyong smiles softly, “you stole his first.”

You’re whisked away before Haechan can start throwing fists, and Taeyong brings you into the middle of the crowd dancing. It’s nice to be with him, and he’s a great dancer. “How’s your night going?” The soft hearted frat president asks.

“I mean, all I’ve been doing is playing games with Haechan.” you answer.

“Sounds… fun?” Taeyong laughs a little.

“It was, kind of.” you admit, “but enough about him, where’s your date?”

“Look on the stage.” Taeyong twirls you so you can assess the DJ setup. Johnny and Mark are up there, and they’re swarmed by girls, one of whom is pressed to Mark’s side, you recognize her as Taeyong’s date. 

“Oh.” 

Taeyong laughs, “when do people ever really end up spending the night with their own dates though?”

“Good point.” 

Dancing with Taeyong feels easy, and before you know it, it’s nearly midnight and the busses have returned to take you all back to the Frat Village. While waiting to get onto the bus, you look around for Jenni and Jaehyun, with little luck. “They’re probably already on a bus.” Taeyong says, hand smoothing against your lower back to offer some comfort.

“Who?” Doyoung asks, stepping into line next to you both.

“Jae and Jenni.”

“Oh yeah, they’re on bus number one.” Doyoung points to the bus that's closing its doors, fully packed and ready to leave.

“Fucking Jaehyun.” Comes Haechan’s voice as he appears next to Doyoung. The four of you enter bus number two.

“Dibs on Taeyong.” Doyoung says when you find an empty seat, grabbing the NCT president and dragging him to sit down.

This leaves you standing there with Haechan, who grumbles “fucking Doyoung” and then continues down the aisle towards one of the last free seats. You follow after a moment’s hesitation. “Sit.” Haechan says without looking up from his phone, his free hand patting the spot next to him. “I wanna try checkers again.”

Jenni nudges you and you immediately put your phone down, continuing your notes for class. “You’re so distracted.” she whispers when your professor turns their back to you, looking at the projector screen.

“I’m kicking Haechan’s ass at chess.” you mumble, waiting a few moments then pulling out your phone to make your next move. While you’re deciding what to do next, a notification tells you Haechan’s also made his move in checkers, and a few seconds after that, Scrabble as well.

“How many games are you even playing against each other at the same time?” Jenni asks.

“I don’t know, four or five.” you respond, eyes focused on your screen, “he’s beating me at checkers.”

Jenni’s phone dings and she frowns, “no one’s going to Trivia Night tonight, looks like a bunch of NCT have a midterm project due tomorrow and are studying in the library.”

“What? Tell them to bring their books to the bar!”

Jenni types something into her phone then laughs, “Jaehyun says that Haechan suggested the same thing.”

“Okay good.”

“No, they said no to him too, I’m just saying… you and Haechan said the same thing.” her tone is kind of weird, and you can’t help but notice that since Formal a few days ago, she’s been bringing up Haechan a lot.

“Did Jaehyun invite you to go to the library to study with everyone?” you ask, hoping that if you talk about her new crush, she’ll drop her whole weird confusing Haechan obsession. 

“Yeah,” Jenni smiles, “I think I will actually, what are you going to do after class?”

“Well… tonight’s Trivia Night.” you frown. You’d been excited for it, excited to go and compete against Haechan. 

“Maybe you should go play video games against Haechan instead.” Jenni suggests, “the frat will be mostly empty anyways.”

“What does the frat being empty have to do with anything?” you narrow your eyes at your best friend.

Jenni smirks mischievously, “well you and Haechan can yell at each other all you want and no one will over hear it.” 

Haechan: Did you hear about Trivia Night?

Y/N: yeah it’s canceled :(

Haechan: come play video games

Y/N: ask nicely

Haechan: come play video games after class or I’ll come to your sorority house and egg your window :)

Haechan doesn’t even greet you when he opens the door to his frat, waving you in as he aggressively argues with someone over the phone, “No Yangyang, I’m not saying you should climb up to the top of the gym by using the flower thing as a ladder,,” he motions for you to follow him through the frat house with his free hand, “I’m saying that if you did, and you got caught, you could run fast enough that no one would be able to catch you, and if you’re wearing a ski mask- well, i mean, it’s cold out still isn’t it? Is wearing hats illegal now?” You get to his room as Haechan says goodbye to his friend. 

You’ve been in Johnny’s room once or twice, but you’ve never spent much time looking at Haechan’s side of the room. He has an entire gaming table, and there are two controllers sitting on his bed, with Call of Duty opened on the screen.

“You just told your friend to climb the gym and take photos at the top.” you say when Haechan puts his phone down.

“Technically I didn’t, I just told him how to if he made that choice for himself.” Haechan responds, jumping onto his bed, “one versus one call of duty.”

“Isn’t it kind of not fair that we’re playing all your favourite games.” you sigh, tentatively taking a seat next to Haechan on his bed.

“We’re playing the ones I don’t use often.” Haechan responds, his eyes scanning the screen, “but if you’re really that worried I’m going to beat you, we can go play some of Yangyang’s video games, or Jaimin’s.” 

“Ok, after this.” you watch Haechan customize his gun, rolling your eyes when he goes for dual pistols as a secondary weapon. 

Within ten minutes, the game is starting, and Haechan is leaning forward with full focus on the screen. He’s never taken any of your games anything less than 100% seriously, and you don’t think he’s going to go easy on you now just because you’re playing video games, which are his medium of choice.

You notice the way his tongue peaks out, he appears to be almost gnawing on it as the game begins. You also sit forward, figuring that there must be a reason for it, and you notice that closer to the screen, you can be more immersed-

You die.

“Hey! Are you screen peeking!?”

“Maybe.” Haechan giggles next to you and you take a glance at his screen.

“And you’re camping! With a sniper!” 

Haechan’s laugh becomes sinister, “you never said there were rules.” 

Your jaw drops as you respawn, “i can’t believe you.”

“Ha ha!” 

“Well. Two can play that game.” you find a corner and put your controller down, looking at Haechan, who is, of course, still camped out in his one sniper hole.

“Hey!” he protests, “you have to run around or I can’t shoot you!”

“Maybe you should leave your hiding spot.”

“No. I’m winning.” 

“By one kill.” you scoff.

Haechan shrugs, putting his controller down, “I’m hungry.” he reaches for a bag of candy sitting by his monitor. 

You’re glad that it’s a Tuesday, because Jenni and you stopped at the bookstore for lunch, and you still have a bag of chips from the vending machine. You grab your purse and fish out your treat, Haechan watching your movements and licking his lips. “You have chips.” he says.

“Yeah, and you don’t get any.” you state.

“Well you don’t get any of my candy.” Haechan responds quickly, but his eyes stay glued to you as you plop a chip into your mouth. Haechan licks his lips, “what if, if I kill you, I get a chip.”

“Good luck killing me while camping out with a sniper.” you laugh.

“I’ll come down, I’ll play fair.”

“And if I kill you?”

“Then you can have a candy.” Haechan moves the candy bag in front of your face and you can smell the delicious food inside.

“Fine. You’re on. But you have to come down from your hiding place first.” 

You wait until Haechan’s side of the screen shows that he’s in the open, and then you pick up your controller.

“Let the games begin.” Haechan mutters, eyes narrowing as he adjusts back into ‘gamer position’. 

A few moments later, you see a flash of movement and then you and Haechan are shooting each other. You almost think you’re going to win, but you die first, and you groan loudly while Haechan cheers, “chips!” he says, turning to look at you expectantly.

You sigh and hold out your food, Haechan grabs a chip, chewing aggressively, then he turns back to the screen, “you should just give me the whole bag now.”

You roll your eyes, “as if.”

Haechan is so cocky, and it pushes all of your buttons, making you extra focused on beating him. When there’s a brief movement, you begin to shoot, and a moment later, you watch Haechan’s character fall down dead. “Ha!” you jump up, throwing your arms in the air, “I got you!”

Haechan groans, watching you sit down, then he fishes a candy from his bag, holding it out, “say ah.”

“What?” you smack his hand away, “you’re not feeding me that candy.”

“Well then you don’t get it.”

“That wasn’t part of the rules.” you glare.

“Is now. Do you want the candy, or are you too chicken?”

You groan loudly but give in, Haechan can’t call you a chicken and get away with it, and you’ll be damned if you don’t get your fucking candy. You open your mouth.

“Tongue.” Haechan watches you carefully.

“I swear to god-” you roll your eyes and push at Haechan, but he simply grabs your wrists, pinning them with one hand.

“Tongue.” he repeats, eyes dark. The tone in the room has shifted, and your skin feels electrified, pulse racing at the sudden situation you’ve found yourself in. You stick your tongue out for him and Haechan places the candy on it. “Good girl.” 

He lets go of you and turns back to the tv. If it wasn’t for the fact that he could legitimately find you and kill your character, thereby getting even more of a lead on you, maybe you would have stopped to fight him. But instead, you grab your controller, focusing your attention on the game instead of Haechan’s close proximity to you. 

You’re on the edge of your seat now, eyes glued to the game, and you shock both yourself and Haechan when you end up killing him a second consecutive time. 

“Bullshit!” Haechan groans next to you.

“Aw, is Baby Face made that I’m beating him?” you turn to gloat, revelling in the feeling of competition-

But then Haechan is grabbing you and slamming you down against the bed, slotting himself between your legs and pinning your arms above your head, “call me baby again, I fucking dare you.” he growls. His voice is low and his words go straight to your core, which comes alive with interest, your legs tightening unconciously around Haechan’s waist.

You swallow thickly and lick your lips, “quit being a baby and give me a candy.” you say smoothly. 

Haechan narrows his eyes at you, face getting closer to yours. You can feel his breath against your skin, and his lips look so pretty-

Haechan reaches for something, hand coming back with a candy that he slots between his teeth, holding it just above your own mouth. His eyes challenge you, eyebrow cocking as if to say ‘your turn’. 

You lift your head up to try to get access to the candy, but Haechan pulls away, smirking down at you. You groan, rolling your eyes, a rude comment just about to work it’s way up your throat when Haechan sucks the candy back into his mouth and plants his lips directly onto yours. He has the candy wedged in his cheek, but you can taste the sweetness of it on his lips.

Haechan releases his hold on your wrists, which have been pinned this whole time, and now that you have mobility, you wrap your arms around the back of his neck. One of your hands moves to his pretty hair, and you get a good handful, pulling lightly and earning yourself a growl from the man who’s kissing you as if his life depends on it.

Your entire body feels on fire, consumed by the feeling of Haechan. You’re not even sure how you’re able to sneak breaths between the kisses- and you gasp when Haechan grinds down, the front of his jeans catching deliciously against your core. 

“Whoever caves in first and takes clothes off loses.” Haechan says when he moves his kisses to your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin. 

You laugh, “and what does the winner get?” 

“The winner gets to have her brains fucked out.” Haechan responds. 

Her brains fucked out. He’s already declared you the winner. He’s given up. The knowledge that you’ve broken Haechan- he’s going to give up the game- gives you a sense of power that makes your heart feel tight in your chest.

“What if i want to be the loser and fuck your brains out?” you ask. 

“Lose the next game.” Haechan responds, hands grabbing at the bottom of your shirt and lifting to expose some of your skin, “you see, I already lost.” 

You grasp the bottom of Haechan’s hoodie, but he smacks your hands away, “no, I’m in control.” he tells you, looking into your eyes with a firm expression on his face. 

“Prove it.” you challenge.

Haechan scoffs, and the cocky attitude that has for so long annoyed you, oddly enough, sends a shiver of anticipation through your body. Your mouth feels dry from being so wound up, waiting for him to just do something- 

His hand wraps around your throat, “I’m about to prove it princess. And any time you call me baby again, I’ll prove it then too. I’ll fuck you anywhere and prove to everyone that you’re mine.”

His grip on your throat is so tight you can’t even respond, so you’re left to fester in the idea of belonging to Haechan, as his free hand begins to undo your pants. 

“No fucking talking back.” Haechan growls as he tears your jeans open, “if you do, I’ll have to gag you.”

“Maybe you should make me gag on your cock.” you say the moment his hand moves from your neck.

Haechan pulls your pants and your panties down just enough for him to get his hand between your thighs, which are spread because he’s still slotted between your legs. 

“I’ll make you choke on my cock later.” he says, pressing his mouth to yours again as his fingers slip between your folds, “so fucking wet. My little fucking whore-”

You nip at his lip, a warning for him not to be too degrading, and Haechan smirks against your mouth, “aw, kitten doesn’t like being called Daddy’s little whore? Well she’ll have to get fucking used to it.” Two of his fingers glide into your pussy and you gasp when he hooks them up, searching for that spot- 

“Fuck, Haechan! Right there!” you pull at his hair, moaning against his lips as his fingers work you up. He’s so good at this- where the fuck did he learn how to do this?

His tongue invades your mouth, forcing another gasp from you, your back arching off the bed only to be pushed back down by the weight of Haechan’s large body, which holds you steady and in place as his fingers continue their assault. 

“Cum for me.” Haechan says, voice low and husky. 

You clench your eyes shut as your body follows through with his command, it’s not like you can help it even if you wanted to, Haechan’s too skilled. The orgasm slams into you hard, and with Haechan where he is, you can’t even close your legs or get away as his fingers glide in and out of you. You can hear your wetness now, pussy all but squelching, your moans uncensored as you dig your nails into Haechan’s shoulders. 

“You like that kitten?” Haechan watches you closely as your face contorts with pleasure, and he all but eats up your sounds, which are music to his ears. When you finally come down, Haechan removes his fingers from your core and pushes them past your lips, watching with interest as you suck him clean. “Bet you taste amazing, I think i’ll have to see for myself.”

His lips move to your neck, and then down, tongue dipping to caress the well of your collarbone. His free hand pushes your shirt up, “take this shit off.” he instructs as he continues his descent, manhandling you a little so you’re now laying with your head against his pillows. The fabric smells like him, and for some reason, you groan at the beauty in being surrounded by Haechan. 

The competitive frat boy’s lips leave little kisses on your abdomen and his hands get your pants the rest of the way down while you remove your shirt. Haechan settles between your legs, fingers smoothing over your skin, “so soft.” he coos, teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. “Tell me you want me.”

“Are you serious?” you almost laugh, only to earn a rougher bite from Haechan, who suckles on your skin after to sooth it, a non verbal confirmation that he is, in fact, being serious. “Fuck, Haechan I want you.”

“How bad?” his breath ghosts over your entrance as he moves to your opposite thigh, and you nearly groan at having been anticipating his lips only to fall short. You lift your head to look down at him as he pulls his hoodie off, revealing pretty shoulders that are shockingly broad.

“Really bad, Haechan please, I need you-”

Your words seem to be enough this time, because Haechan’s tongue finds your clit a moment later. He flicks at it, making your legs shake, before he fully places his mouth on you, lapping at all you have to offer. 

You reach down to grab at his hair, loving the way the soft strands feel. Haechan groans at the pain on his scalp when you tug lightly, and the vibration runs through your entire body, your own whimper echoing the sound.

Haechan is practically devouring you with his mouth, and his hands move to grip your thighs, fingers digging into your skin. His lips suction around your clit and your back arches off the bed. You’re still sensitive from your first orgasm, and your legs are already trembling on either side of Haechan’s head. 

“Haechan-” you pull on his hair to try to get him away, not wanting to cum so quickly- but Haechan has other plans. He doesn’t seem to mind you tugging at his hair, in fact, if anything, you notice that his tongue applies even more pressure to your entrance. Each flick, each sinful slurp, gets you closer and closer to another orgasm until it’s crashing into you with as much ferocity as the first.

His warm hand flattens on your abdomen to keep you still as he works you through your orgasm until your throat feels raw from moaning and your whole body is wrapped in a wonderful afterglow, chest heaving as you try to get your breathing back to normal. 

Haechan begins kissing up your body, lips tickling your tummy and making you giggle. You can feel him smiling against your skin, and then he’s pulling your bra away from your skin and watching it smack back down, a mischievous glint in his eyes when you look down at him ready to fight due to the slight pain. “Take this off.” Haechan says, now kissing the swell of your breasts pushed up by your bra.

“Do it for me.”

Haechan sighs loudly but, as is the case with everything, he’ll accept your challenge.

“One handed.” you smirk.

“You think I can’t take off your bra with one hand kitten?” he narrows his eyes at you, “if I can, do I win?”

“Yes, and then as a reward I’ll fuck the shit out of you.” you moan when his lips move to your neck, suckling the spot that sends shivers through your body, your fingers clawing at his shoulders. 

Haechan laughs, one hand snaking under your body to unlatch your bra. The moment the tension goes slack and your bra is undone, you shake your head, of course he’d make it look easy as fuck on top of being able to do it with one hand. 

He slips your bra off, lips once again moving down. He sucks on your nipple softly at first, but then his teeth graze your skin and you moan, hips buckling up, searching for friction or pressure or something-

“Haechan-” you moan, reaching down between your bodies to try to grab his cock through his pants.

The man sucking on your nipples ignores you, caught up in the feeling of your boobs. Haechan’s always been a boob man, well… he likes ass too, in fact, Haechan’s just a ladies man in general. He worships the female form, and having his face squished up to your breasts is throwing him into overdrive, his mind nothing but a lusty haze. 

All those times he wanted you to cover up at parties and bars- it’s not because he didn’t want to see you, he just wanted to be the only one seeing you, and now he is. 

Haechan groans and you note the way he grinds his hips down against the bed. the visual is so hot, and if you weren’t so pent up, you think you might enjoy watching him just grind against the bed forever. 

You’ve had enough of his teasing, now it’s your turn. You push at Haechan’s shoulders roughly, and Haechan immediately gives you space, eyes looking up at you questioningly. You push him again and Haechan allows you to get him onto his back, a smile forming on his lips when you swing your leg over his waist so you can straddle him. Now you’re the one on top, and Haechan’s view has never been this good in his entire life.

His hands find your waist, eyes glued to your tits as you look down at his form. 

You have to admit he’s gorgeous. You think you’ve always been aware of his beauty, but you’ve had this thing where you’ve been so competitive with him that it’s been easy to ignore. Sometimes you still view him as that pudgy faced kid who would fight you over everything in highschool, but the man under you is not the boy you grew up to hate. The man under you is all chiseled angles, and his beautiful dark eyes draw you in like nothing else. 

It’s as if you’re seeing each other for the first time. There’s no witty back and forth, no thoughts of competition. No, it’s just you and him, suspended in a moment of quiet and primal pleasure. 

Your eyes travel to the beautiful column of his throat, and you decide the skin there has to be peppered in love bites. You lean down, and Haechan sucks in a breath when you grab his jaw, forcing his head to the side to give you better access. His fingers dig into your hips, “don’t forget who’s in charge.” he growls from under you, his hands forcing you to grind down on his length, which is still hidden from you by his jeans. 

“I’m in charge now baby boy.” you smirk, suckling on the skin of his neck.

Haechan lets out a groan, his eyes closing as the pleasure of the pet name washes over him. Baby Boy isn’t so bad actually, it’s better than ‘baby face’. His skin tingles with the newfound discovery that he actually kind of enjoys you being dominant with him, or at least challenging him like this. No other girl ever has, usually they just submit to him and be pillow princesses- but you? You’re something else, and maybe the fire in you is something he’s always been addicted to, without even consciously knowing it.

Haechan allows himself to relax a little, giving up control to you as your lips trail down to his collarbones. Your hands brush by the soft ticklish flesh of his abdomen and Haechan jerks under you, making you both burst into giggles. You continue pressing kisses to his skin as your hands undo his jeans.

Haechan lifts his hips and helps you wiggle his pants down, but he leaves his briefs on. Yes, you’re down there, but what if you’re not really ready to blow him? He doesn’t want to just whip his dick out-

You shove his briefs down. 

Haechan’s cock smacks up against his abdomen, and you lick your lips at the way the head of his cock glistens with precum. He’s a decent length, but what really catches you is his thickness. He’s big, and the vein that runs up the underside of his cock draws you in for some odd reason. You grab the shaft and position yourself over his cock, kitten licking the head and earning a groan from the man above you. “Feel good?” you smirk, repeating the action.

“Fuck, yes.” one of Haechan’s hands snakes down to your hair, he gets a grip but doesn’t apply pressure, doesn’t coax you to sink your mouth down on his cock. You don’t need any persuasion though, licking your lips one last time before you wrap your mouth around Haechan’s girthy cock, fitting as much as you can. 

Haechan moans above you, fingers flexing in your hair. His head falls back into the pillows, eyes clenched as he enjoys the feeling of your mouth smoothing up and down his cock.

“So good kitten,” he groans, hips jumping slightly, cock hitting the back of your throat and making you choke a little, “fuck, just like that- you weren’t kidding at Trivia Night when you said you could lick the tip then throat the dick-”

You work your mouth up and down faster, trying not to laugh or gloat, one of your hands wrapping around the base of his cock where you can’t reach. This better be the best fucking blow job he’s ever had, or you don’t win. You focus more on the head of his cock while your fist pumps his long shaft, using your saliva as lubrication as you twist your hand in a repetitive motion that has Haechan nearly cumming on the spot, “holy fuck-” his eyes snap open and he looks down at you, which is not the best idea, seeing as the visual of you worshiping him- he can feel his orgasm building in the base of his cock, and he’ll be damned if he cums from a fucking blow job.

“Fuck, enough of your mouth,” Haechan pushes your head away.

“I’m in charge.” you pout, looking up at him with a challenge in your eyes as your hand continues to pump him up and down.

“Not anymore.” Haechan smacks your hand away, and within moments, he has you pinned under him again, lips aggressive against yours. His tongue invades your mouth, and you feel something against your entrance- only to let out a disappointed moan when it’s just his fingers again. “Quit whining, I need to stretch you out.” he growls against your lips, opening his eyes to look at you.

He needs to stretch you out. He’s that big. You nearly salivate at the information, pouting up at Haechan, “I need you now.” you whimper, legs tightening around his waist. 

“Then get ready to scream for me kitten.” Haechan presses his lips to yours again. You can feel the head of his cock at your entrance, and you smile because you’ve won- and then he starts pushing into you and your nails dig into his shoulder blades at the stretch. 

“Fuck- Haechan!” you gasp as he peppers your face with kisses, smirking against your skin.

“Told you.” he says, sliding into you inch by inch, “fuck, you’re so warm and wet-”

He’s fully sheathed in you now, and his breath fans over your neck and face, his kisses softer now as he allows your body to get used to his size. He also just needs a breather, because your blow job got him closer to cumming that he’ll care to admit. The feeling of your walls fluttering around him is cute and he enjoys watching your face, eyes meeting yours every once in a while just to check and make sure you’re okay.

“Haechan, fuck me.” you groan once your body has adjusted to the size of his cock.

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

Haechan’s hips move fluidly, his cock sliding almost all the way out of your core, only to slip back in, refilling the emptiness he’d left in his wake. A moan leaves your lips, your eyes closing as the pleasure engulfs you. Your fingers find Haechan’s soft hair and a small tug makes the man holding you let out a whimper of his own, hips thrusting even harder.

There’s no need for talking, and even if he was to say something, you’re not sure it would even register in your mind. You’re so overwhelmed by the feeling of him, by the sweet taste of his lips, the soft warmth of his beautiful skin, and the smell of his cologne. 

You’re aware of Haechan moving one of your hands, but you don’t open your eyes until his fingers lace with yours and your hand becomes pinned down to the pillow by your head. Haechan is looking down at you, and this close, you can see the rich chocolate browns hidden in the dark depths of his irises. Blue eyes get a lot of love, but you can’t imagine finding anything more beautiful than the soft richness of Haechan’s eyes.  

His gaze dips to your lips and you do the same, a flare of envy running through your body when you notice how fucking perfect his mouth is, lips all swollen from kissing- 

You press your mouth to Haechan’s, suckling on his lower lip and earning a groan from the man who is literally fucking you silly. 

You can feel your orgasm rising in the pit of your stomach, and your muscles cry out from the fact that you’re about to cum for a third time in such a short period. You can’t remember the last time a man made you feel this good-

A whimper leaves your lips when Haechan slips his hand between your bodies, finding your clit again. Your hips thrust up, legs tightening around Haechan, “fuck- Haechan- cum for me-”

He growls against your lips. Usually he’s the one commanding that his partner cums, but to hear those words coming from your mouth- a shiver runs the entire length of his body, his fingers squeezing yours where he still has your hand captured as it��s prisoner. 

“Please-” you whine again when he rubs your clit faster.

He can feel your walls tightening around his cock, betraying how close you are, and he knows the moment you cum, you’ll drag him over too, so his goal is entirely on your own pleasure.

His lips move to your neck and he finds that spot again- you’re pretty sure he’s marked it- how else would he be able to find it so easily every time? All you can do is hold on tightly to Haechan as he throws your body into overdrive. 

Your grip on his shoulders anchors you a little, and you begin to move your own hips to meet his- something no one’s ever done with Haechan before. The motion takes him back a little, but fuck, it’s so fucking sexy- 

“Cum for me baby boy-” you whisper into his ear, and the moan that leaves Haechan’s lips is so sinful and sexy that it triggers your orgasm.

Your pussy clamps down on Haechan’s thick cock, and he swears he’s in heaven You were tight enough as it was, but now that you’re cumming? Haechan cum’s hard, his hips continuing their assault even as you both moan, lips reconnecting so your tongues and teeth can clash, eating each other's sounds as you both nearly vibrate with pleasure. 

You’re not sure how long you both ride out your orgasms, only that your bodies are both sweaty and exhausted as Haechan’s hips finally begin to slow down. You try to catch your breath even while kissing. His cock stays buried in you while you make out, and when you move your fingers to Haechan’s hair, intent on tugging, he pulls away finally, “if you tug my hair, I’ll have to fuck you again.” he warns you.

You smirk, “sounds like a challenge.”

“Where are Y/N and Haechan?” Mark asks as he arrives at trivia night, shocked to see neither of the tables regular team leaders are present. In fact, the whole set up is a little odd, both tables firmly pushed together, with members of the frats and sororities more intermixed than Mark is used to.

“We told them trivia night was canceled.” Jaehyun answers from where he’s sitting with his arm around Jenni.

“What? Why?” Mark pulls out his phone, ready to text Haechan to come-

“So they could get laid.” Johnny says, coming to stand next to Mark as he hands out drinks to people, “if you tell Haechan we did trivia night without them I’ll break into your room at night and shave off your eyebrows.”

Mark swallows thickly, knowing that Johnny will for sure follow through with his threat. One time Lucas had pissed Johnny off after a particularly tense game of basketball and that night Johnny had held him down and taken a razor to his brows. Johnny had been nice and just given him two slits, which, honestly, had looked pretty good- but Mark isn’t willing to risk Johnny deciding to go full evil.

“Wait is this why Taeyong sent that message out that said the frat is supposed to be mostly empty today?” Mark looks around.

“Mostly? What do you mean mostly? We told everyone but Haechan that the frat had to be empty because it ‘smelt like there might be a gas leak and someone’s coming to check it out’.” Taeyong leans forward with concern.

“Yeah but… but Yuta’s at the frat right now.” Mark says.

“He’s WHAT?!” multiple men whip out their phones to check their group chats for any messages from Yuta. The group had been studying in the library all day and ignoring their phones.

“Yeah, this morning he said,” Mark reads out the text he received from Yuta before their 10am lecture, “‘i’m skipping classes today, fuck a bad smell, a bad smell can’t kill me, i’m a bad bitch’.” 

Mark taps on the group chat, which has come alive since he sat down.

5:13

Yuta: fuck Haechan and Y/N are fighting again

Yuta: wait… they’re not fighting

Yuta: YO HAECHAN’S GETTING LAID 

7:58

Taeyong: WE TOLD YOU TO LEAVE THE FRAT

Yuta: YOU SAID THERE WAS A GAS LEAK YOU NEVER SAID I HAD TO LEAVE

Jae: are u still at the frat????

Yuta: maybe

Johnny: have you just been LISTENING TO THEM FUCK THIS WHOLE TIME????

Yuta: maaaaybe

Taeyong:......

Johnny: you fucking dirty psycho

Mark: ooooop

Lucas: are they being loud?

Doyoung: LUCAS!

Kun: LUCAS!!!!!

Taeyong: LUCAS

Yuta: SO fucking loud

After spending most of the day with Haechan on Tuesday, the two of you continued your competitive gaming through various apps on your phone. You knew there would be a party at NCT House on Friday, and as each day passed by, you waited for Haechan to invite you. 

You walk into the frat party with Jenni, having not received a specific invite from the boy you’d fucked three days prior. To say you’re on a warpath is an understatement. 

“I swear to god if that dude kisses someone else in front of me-” you say as you and Jenni head to get drinks.

“Y/N calm down, A, he’s not your boyfriend, and B, he wouldn’t do that.” Jenni sighs.

“Oh yeah, because your intel from Jaehyun is always one hundred percent reliable.” you scoff.

“Did someone already spit in your drink?” Haechan’s voice comes from over your shoulder, an arm sliding around your waist as he takes his place next to you. “Or is this just your normal resting bitch face?”

You turn to look at the man who’s joined you, glaring, “no one spat in my drink.”

“Well maybe I should fix that,” Haechan leans in, his lips ghosting over your ear as his tone lowers, “are you into spitting, kitten?”

You groan and laugh, pushing at Haechan, who remains firmly glued to your side.

“She’s mad you didn’t invite her to the party.” Jenni says, eyes looking around for Jaehyun, but her smile tells you this is a calculated mischievous plan. Traitor.

“I didn’t realize I had to invite you,” Haechan’s brows furrow a little in confusion, his body angling towards you more so he can face you, hands finding your hips.

“You didn’t have to invite me.” you groan.

“Kitten, you’re a bad bitch, you walk into every frat like you own the place.” Haechan says, “you never need my permission to show up here,” his hand dips lower, grabbing at your ass, “you should know you’re welcome any time.”

His words are nice, and they melt you a little, but you still have a bone to pick with him. “It would be nice to be invited though.” 

“In that case,” Haechan’s face is close to yours, lips nearly ghosting over your own, “would you like to come play beer pong with me, and after we kick Taeil and Yuta’s ass, you’re invited to come to my room and get your brains fucked out again.”

You laugh as you look up at the man you wasted so many years hating, “Baby Face, that sounds perfect.”

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Reencounters

pairing: Matsukawa Issei x f!reader

genre: college au, friends to lovers, smut (18+), fluff

word count: 6.5K

warnings: cunnilingus, fingering, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, swearing, nipple play, pinning

A/N: This is for Ria's @bakugohoex's rich boy collab 💜 Congrat's on 3k!! thank you to @ohno-otome and @armins-futon for reading this for me. I love matsukawa but I don't write for him often so this has been really fun :)

Walking into your new dorm room, you weren’t sure what to expect. Sure, you’ve seen the pictures online, but there’s nothing like the slightly dusty window letting in a hazy ray of light shining down onto the slight dip in the middle of the mattress you now call your own. Your desk almost touched the corner of your twin-sized bed, and your new bookshelf barely has enough room to fit half of the books you brought, but this was your new life. It didn’t dawn on you just how different university would be until you arrived this morning, but here you were, unpacking all your clothes into the cramped closet in the corner. Luckily, you’re in the building where you had a single room. Privacy was something you were worried about, and the communal washrooms will be something to get used to, but either way, this was a new start, and no matter how nervous you are, you’re grateful for it.

High school wasn’t terrible, but it definitely wasn’t what you expected it to be. Going into it, you obviously knew that it would be nothing like how the movies depicted, but you were excited. How bad could those four years really be if you had your best friend right by your side? He was incredible. He understood you better than anybody else, would be able to tell how you were feeling without the exchange of words, but most of all, he was your person, and you were his.

There was no doubting that in all your years of friendship.

But alas, like all good things in life, they must come to an end.

The summer going into the twelfth grade, he was longer your best friend. The boy that would go to the farmers market with you and your mom every other Sunday was now lining up for the newest sneaker drop. The boy that would rather spend the night at home and binge-watch your shared comfort show for the seventh time is now out with the boys sneaking into shisha bars and doing donuts in the community centre parking lots with their new cars. You watched as he slowly forgot about you, getting caught up in his new friendships and obsessing over material items that he never cared about before. It’s not that you were upset he found new friends. It’s that the only time he would reach out was to randomly drop off something he had bought you in hopes it would make up for him blowing you off again.

They started small, simple sweaters he knew you would like, but the gifts became almost ridiculous as time passed. He would never let you return them either, so now you have designer shoes for imaginary banquets. Of course, you were always grateful, but you would trade all his gifts just to spend time with him again. His family has always been wealthy, they always went on lavish vacations and drove the nicest cars, but you never really cared about what he spends his money on or just how much his parents make. You cared that he saw you as a person he wanted to be with rather than just someone he could shove gifts towards to make up for the quality time he’d miss.

But now you’re here. You were arriving three hours before the suggested move-in time because you didn’t want to be rushed to unpack before orientation starts later. You’ve seen a few people walking around on your floor, but neither of your neighbours have arrived, and honestly, you don’t mind because that means you’re able to blast your music without worry. As The 1975 fills your room, you stand still for a second, really taking in where you are. You’re now attending one of the best schools in the country, living on your own with a floor of people you don’t know yet. It starts to sink in that you are starting anew. The people who end up in the rooms next to you might just end up being your lifelong friends. As the song comes to an end, you decide it’s time to try to make yourself look a little more presentable since it’s almost time for people to start rolling in.

...

It’s almost five in the afternoon, and everyone on your floor is meeting outside on the field for a quick introduction before group dinner. You’re sitting with your knees pressed to your chest as the girl next to you tries to make small talk. To be fair, she’s incredibly sweet, but you can’t focus on her because somewhere behind you, there is a voice you think you recognize. There’s no way he would be here. Sure, you have no idea what school he ended up choosing, but if he ended up here, he would’ve at least texted you. Right? Before you can confirm your suspicions, orientation starts, and your group leader is already talking with more energy than you can handle.

The group of guys settle down close by, and you can’t stop yourself from looking over, wondering if you’ll see the head of brown curls. Instead, you’re met with a bunch of frat boy looking wannabes that instantly make your eyes roll. To say you’re disappointed that you didn’t see him was so stupid. It’s been over a year, yet here you were, hoping to magically bump into him as if this was some cliche movie. If anything, it’s frustrating. It’s frustrating that even though he stopped caring for you, you still longed to see him, to hear him laugh at one of your cheesy jokes. It’s even more frustrating that this new start you’ve been looking forward to, makes you miss him even more.

There are only sixteen people on your floor, but introductions take a lifetime because someone didn’t come on time. When they finally do show up, you almost laugh at this whole situation because, of course, it was him. Of course, he was strutting down the courtyard in some brand new Gucci sneakers and the same Balenciaga sweater he had bought for you a few months ago. Of course, the annoying group of boys behind you gesture for him as he quickly apologizes to the group leaders. And, of course, when you make eye contact, he’s the one looking at you with a mixture of shock and annoyance.

Quickly rushing back to your room after the meeting, you decide you’re ordering in tonight so that you don’t have to see him for at least another day. This is all so fucked up. You wrack your brain trying to understand how probable this whole situation is because, frankly, it feels like a sick joke, and on top of it, he’s the one annoyed?

Naturally, you spend the rest of the night unpacking the rest of your things before ordering your comfort food to wash down all the feelings you’re experiencing. Putting on your favourite show, you begin your tenth rerun as you bury yourself in your blankets. Part of you feels so stupid for completely ignoring your initial dinner plans, but you knew with the mindset you had at the moment, there was no way you would have enjoyed yourself. It’s a bit silly you haven’t left your room since picking up your takeout, you don’t even know who lives beside you, but that’s a problem for tomorrow.

Slipping into your slides, you head towards the washroom with your little toiletry bag. You pass by the girl you were sitting with earlier, and she sends you a smile. After apologizing for disappearing all night she just laughs and assures you nothing happened. She even points out where her room is if you were up to hang out tomorrow during frosh activities.

Just this interaction makes you feel better, and you quietly hum along to the familiar tune coming from the shower stall.

He used to play this song all the time, claiming it spoke to him the first time he heard it. Since then, it became the song he would play anytime he’d come to pick you up, explaining how this song is special because the ending always reminded him of you. It didn’t matter how long it’s been since the two of you hung out. Every time you heard ‘Pluto Projector,’ it would always bring a smile to your face. You even tried to show the song to your ex-boyfriend, but he never paid attention to your suggestions. He always claimed that his music taste was better. Thankfully that relationship only lasted a couple of months, but still, the regret of not waiting for someone worthy lingers in your mind.

While applying your moisturizer, you hear the water shut, the person pausing the song right as the orchestra starts to come in. Worried about who you may run into, you quickly pack up your stuff. You hear the click of the lock, and as you turn around, you’re met with him, with his curly hair all damp and his obnoxious teal blue robe wrapped loosely around his waist.

Rushing past him, you briskly walk towards your room, but before you can close the door, his foot jams between the doorframe. He pushes his way in and quietly closes the door, only to be met with the unimpressed look on your face. He circles around your room, eyes searching for any trace of your past friendship before standing back at the door.

“What do you want, Matsukawa?” you ask impatiently. It’s bad enough you run into the one person you wanted to forget, but now he’s standing in your room with a matching frown.

Something indescribable flashes across his eyes, and you can visibly see his frown deepen at your question. Leaning against your door, his arms come up to rub over his face, peeking at you through his fingers before letting out a long sigh. “When did I become Matsukawa? I thought I was Issei.”

You can’t help the chuckle that escapes your lips, and you realize how childish your grudge might be, but he has changed, and the man standing in front of you isn’t the same man you once called your best friend. “When you changed, Matsukawa. Issei was my best friend, and YOU are not.”

His eyes filled with confusion as his eyebrows furrow, taking a step forward towards you. “I’m sorry? I tried to stay in touch with you. You’re the one that stopped talking to me, so I’d try to send you things instead. How was I the one who changed?”

You stand there, staring at him for a second before shaking your head. “I can’t do this right now; I want to have a good day tomorrow, so I need to go to sleep. Please, leave my room.”

His eyes soften a little, and you can see a faint glimpse of his infamous lazy smile, “We both know you’re not going to be sleeping anytime soon,” he stalks over and kicks his slides off before sitting at the end of your bed. “Let’s talk about this because, frankly, I’m tired of watching you decide if you hate me every time you see me.”

The nerve of this man. The fact that he invites himself into your room, declares his stay, and then sits on your bed without permission. You don’t even know if he’s wearing anything under that robe as his hair is literally dripping onto your comforter. Regardless of what the situation is, this action alone has you seething. Turning towards your desk chair, you harshly pull out the slightly imbalanced piece of wood and sit down, silently questioning why he isn’t the one on the chair.

He watches you stomp around, and he kinda chuckles at your little tantrum, missing how easy it was to rile you up. Your glare at him would be a little scary if he didn’t see the way your lips mumbled to yourself. It’s honestly a little cute to watch you all frustrated with him even though he saw one of the shoes he bought you in your closet. Sure, they look brand new, but the fact that you brought them here with you must mean something.

The year you two spent apart has been really stressful on Matsukawa. He thought that you’d be happy that he could give you everything you wanted. He knew he wasn’t spending as much time with you as he used to, but he thought the gifts he spent hours lining up for would make up for it.

When you stopped returning his calls and texts, he was crushed. Everyone could see how he felt about you, but then he watched you get close to another man. Within two weeks, you were dating him, and he was left watching from a distance. Neither of you ever confirmed your feelings for each other, but he could tell that man wasn’t making you happy. He didn’t understand your different facial expressions, he didn’t care about what you had to say, but all he could do was watch the girl he wanted from the sidelines.

Sure, as time went on, Matsukawa also started talking to other girls. None of them ever became his girlfriend, he didn’t think it was fair to get with someone when he was set on you, but he had his fair share of hookups. He has money, a shit ton of it, but he never let that get to his head. It wasn’t his fault that he gained popularity when he started to get into name brands and upgraded his car, but none of that ever changed who he was — at least not to the degree you had him pinned.

He watches you carefully, your leg bouncing impatiently as your eyes glare daggers in his direction. He runs his hand through his hair and lets out a sigh, “what did I do wrong? You didn’t even give me a chance to fix whatever I did (y/n).”

The lamp in the corner of your room shines a dim yellow hue onto his features. His brows are knitted in concern as he leans forwards on his knees, his robe showing off a deep v down his chest. You can feel yourself freeze up at his question, goosebumps covering your skin, while your eyes pour into his. “You changed Matsukawa. You stopped making an effort to be there. I’m not some girl you can just buy with all your money. I have never cared about how much you have or what you can afford -- you know that! It doesn’t matter what. I always split things with you because I never wanted you to feel like I was there for your money. But then suddenly, you just stop showing up. You wouldn’t even tell me you made other plans, and I would just open my door to find some package you dropped off.”

His eyes search your face before letting out a deep sigh. “I tried! You wouldn’t answer any of my calls, I know I stopped explaining myself, but can you blame me? Don’t you think I want to take you around and introduce you to all my friends? Don’t you think I miss going on late-night drives with you to 7-11? Every time I would drive past there, you’re all I thought about. You and your stupid obsession with cheese taquitos and Arizona tea. Did you even think about how I felt when you decided to act like I don’t exist?” He hastily stands up and paces around in the confined space of your dorm room. He never raises his voice, so hearing him talk at a slightly louder volume was enough to let you know he was dead serious. “You know, I never stopped talking highly about you because as selfish as it is, those boys have an important family. They have the connections you dream about (y/n), so even when you started to ignore me to go out with that fucking ex-boyfriend of yours, I never said anything.”

He looks at you with pleading eyes before going to sit back down, his elbows now resting against his thighs. “I know you don’t care about my money, but I didn’t know how else to tell you I was still thinking about you. I tried to get you things that you’d like, things that you’d wear. But no, I had to watch you put on a fake smile and laugh at that asshole’s jokes while you stubbornly ignored me to the point I thought you had me blocked.”

Looking up at you through his curls, his hooded eyes looked darker before. His lips curled into a forced smile as he let out a breathy chuckle, “he didn’t deserve you. But what do I know, right?”

You sat there quietly, taking in what he had just said. You didn’t realize how hurt he was. To be frank, up till now, you were so consumed by your feelings, and you failed to consider his own. His head is hanging between his hands, and the silence in your room right now is insufferable. He’s just explained himself, yet all you can do is scoff at yourself. While you were obsessing over the fact that Matsukawa wasn’t coming over to watch another rerun of your favourite show, he was out picking out different gifts he thought you’d like. You didn’t even open the last few because your own emotions so blinded you. Hearing him take a deep breath, he stands up and smiles sadly at you, “nice talk, (y/n). Thanks for listening.”

“I’m sorry, Issei.”

He lifts his head to meet your gaze, and you can visibly watch as his shoulders relax. It’s been too long since he’s heard you call him by his first name.

“I’m sorry too. I should’ve just gotten out of the car to talk to you.”

You look at him with a small smile. Walking towards your bed, you sit down and pat the spot beside you, pulling him in for a hug. His robe is probably the softest thing you’ve ever felt in your life, your fingers sinking into the fabric as you hold him close. His arms are immediately wrapping around you, and you both stay like that for a minute before you pull back, a faint blush blooming on your cheeks.

“No, you have nothing to apologize for. You tried reaching out to me, you tried explaining yourself, but I didn’t even give you a chance. I’m sorry. I can’t believe I was so caught up I didn’t even think about what you were feeling. The fact that you still wanted to introduce me to your friends, even after all the stuff I did to you….I’m so sorry, Issei.”

He gives you a playful smile and lightly nudges your shoulder with his, “yea, that was kinda unfair, but good thing we talked it out, huh?”

You flash him a sheepish smile, but your eyes glimmer with happiness, “yea, it’s good you barged into my room at two in the morning. Just like old times.”

His smile instantly grows at your playfulness, and he gives you a mock scoff. “I’m sorry, but if I remember correctly, you’d beg for me to stay over at two am cause you decided you wanted to watch a scary movie. Have you gotten better with horror movies this year, or are you still as jumpy as I remember?”

The tip of your ears growing warm while you mutter out a quick “shut up.”

His laughter makes your heart beat against your chest because you missed it so much. It’s been a while since you got to hear him laugh with you, and without even thinking, you go in for another hug.

His arms easily hold you close, and one of his massive hands reaches up to pet your hair. “Missed me, didn’t you?” he asks, and you can feel him smirking, so you just nod, your fingers playing with the damp, short curls at the base of his nape.

“Issei?” you ask with a little murmur against his neck.

“Hmmm?”

You smile to yourself and pull back a little, so you can see his face, “so other than hanging out with your friends and keeping up with my relationship, what else have you been doing?”

His face drops as he looks at you with a deadpan stare, the corners of his mouth twitching up in a smile as you giggle at his reaction. He pushes you back, so you end up falling onto your mattress, his long limbs effortlessly straddling your legs. Before you can think about the position you’re in, his fingers start to poke all-around your torso, causing you both to laugh as he starts to tickle you. “You think you’re funny, huh?” His hands go to tickle your worst spot as he starts to talk, but you can’t hear him over your own laughter. His fingers slow down, but you keep giggling when you’re met with his lazy smirk, “I’m trying to talk, you know. It’s rude you’re laughing when I’m trying to speak to you.”

He leans forwards and has both hands resting at the side of your head. Your faces now inches apart, the faint smell of sandalwood from his body wash now becoming more apparent. You stare into his brown eyes, and it almost feels as if everything stopped for a few seconds. The lamp in your room doesn’t do him justice as the shadows of his face wash over his features, but even then, his eyes stare back at you with a slight twinkle as you catch your breath.

Reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck and you tug him close, crashing his lips onto yours. The sweet hints from his beloved Burt’s bee’s lip balm make his lips even softer than you imagined. The kiss is short, but as you both pull away, he’s staring at you with a goofy smile.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that, (y/n).”

“Me too, Issei,” you whisper back before his lips capture yours again, this time with more confidence. This kiss is much more passionate than the last, holding onto each other in hopes of deepening it. One of his hands travels down to grab your waist, his tongue sweeping across your bottom lip, asking for permission. Your lips part and your tongues swirl together effortlessly while your hands play with his hair, pulling him closer into your body.

His hand feels a little rougher than before against your bare skin because of how often he trains, running down the length of your leg. The light touch of his fingertips admires how smooth your skin is before they trail back up, stopping just before the edge of your pyjama shorts. Hooking your leg around his hip, he leans into your body even further and even nips at your bottom lip.

Matsukawa smirks and whispers against your lips, “did he ever kiss you like that?”

Slightly surprised at the question, you shake your head, answering honestly. “He never made me feel the way you do.”

You watch as his eyes dilate, flickering into a deep brown you’ve never seen on him. The hand that was previously on your leg is now cupping your cheek, stroking your face softly, while his own face blooms into a rare shade of pink. Still, his words are clear, “please...give me a chance? He never treated you right. Let me take care of you?”

Words can’t describe how his question made you feel. You spent years learning about Matsukawa, understanding him to the point where words weren’t necessary to see what was happening in his head. Not once did you think he reciprocated your feelings, let alone want to be with you. Yet, here you are, caged beneath his arms as his hopeful eyes pour into yours.

Turning your head slightly, you press a kiss onto his hand and smile. “Please?”

His face breaks into a smile. His cheeks are tinted rose as the corners of his mouth reach up to his eyes. Leaning down, he peppers kisses onto your face, the loose curls on his head tickling your cheeks as he giggles with you. The kisses trail down to your jaw, and he follows the natural curve of your jawline to your ear. “Is this okay?” he whispers softly, only continuing down this path when you give him a curt nod.

Your legs tighten around his waist when he begins to press open mouth kisses down your neck, gently nipping at the spots that make you let out shy little sounds. His tongue leaves kitten licks against your skin after he’s sucked on it, littering faint marks. Seeing you with light hickeys on the base of your neck and collarbones is completely self-indulgent for him. Thinking about waking up in the morning and seeing the marks he knows he gave you makes him inexplicably happy as he sucks particularly hard, causing you to wince.

Immediately he stops and turns to you, “I’m sorry, did I hurt you? D’you wanna stop?”

His concern for you is truly a breath of fresh air compared to what you had before. Shaking your head, you guide his hands to the edge of your sweater. “You bought this for me… it’s only fair I let you take it off.”

He studies your face for a second before his lips curl into a lazy smirk, quickly pulling the overpriced sweater off your body. He takes a sharp inhale when you reveal you aren’t wearing anything underneath as he’s met with your beautiful tits, nipples hard and pointed. “You let me in here knowing you weren’t wearing a bra? And here I thought you were a good girl.”

Noticing how your legs tighten around him, he smirks even wider. Leaning back down, his kisses trail down to your chest, and his lips feel soft and warm against your skin. His fingers take hold of your chin and force you to look down on him while his lips wrap around your nipple, the tip of his tongue flicking gently at the hardened bud. His hand palms against the fatty flesh of your other tit; his fingers are rolling your nipple before tugging on it experimentally.

Suddenly feeling shy, your arms come up to cover your face slightly just to have him lace his fingers with yours, pulling your arms away. “Don’t hide from me. Let me see how pretty you look. Let me hear how good I make you feel, okay?”

“I’ve never had someone play with my tits like this…”

He just stares at you, brows knitted as his smirk turns into a slight pout. “You’re with me now; that means every part of your body will be pleasured. I wanna hear and see all of you, okay?”

With a shy nod, you gently roll your hips against him, inviting more of his attention.

He kisses you once more, murmuring against your lips, “you’re so beautiful. Let me know if I’m going too fast, okay?”

His lips follow down your body once more, lightly biting your tit before using the flat part of his tongue to feel the valley between your chest. Matsukawa lets out a low moan as you arch upwards, pushing yourself closer to his touches. Letting go of your hands, he begins to massage the soft flesh of your tits and kiss down your stomach, the tip of his tongue trailing against the waistband of your shorts.

“Let me hear you ask for it; I don’t wanna do something you don’t want.”

“Isseiiii, please?” you whine out, the tip of your ears turning hot at the thought of asking for his tongue.

He smirks at you, looking up through his hooded eyes and tsks. “Be a good girl for me. Use your words.”

His words go straight to your pussy, and you can’t help the doe eyes look in your eyes when you whimper out, “please, Issei? Wanna feel your mouth on me.”

You watch as he takes in a sharp breath, the hunger in his eyes shining through despite the dim lighting in your room. He tugs at the end of your shorts until they’re completely off, repositioning himself lower until your legs are resting around his biceps. His eyes zone in on the way a sheer layer of slick coats your lips, happy that the attention he’s been giving you has pleased you. As he shimmies down on your bed, his legs now supporting himself on the floor, he nestles himself between your legs, easily spreading your things open with his arms. Sending you a knowing smile, he blows cool air directly onto your clit, loving how your walls flutter for him.

“You’re so sensitive, baby.”

“No one’s ever made me feel like this before...want more, please?”

You look down at him with pleading eyes, your hands cupping his face when you speak. Pressing a quick peck to your hand, he hips his head down and traces your pussy lips with his tongue, savouring how you taste.

The gasp that you let out once you felt his touch was adorable. It suddenly became the sound Matsukawa will chase after the more he gets to know your body and what it likes. He takes one long lap up your pussy, stopping just before your clit and using his fingers, he spreads your lips even more. Once your clit is all exposed, he flicks it gently with the tip of his tongue, looking up at you with all the confidence in the world. Hearing your little moans make him greedy for more, for more desperate and needy sounds, so he goes to press a kiss onto your bundle of nerves. Feeling you twitch beneath him, he gently places his lips around the sensitive bud and sucks earnestly, relishing in the way you buck your hips and call out his name. After a while of pure clitoral stimulation, he leans back up to watch your eyes blink back into focus on his face, a silly dazed smile on your face.

He winks at you and sticks his tongue into your drooling hole, swirling it around to feel the walls of your pussy clench around him. His fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs as he nuzzles his nose against your clit, his cock getting unbearably hard at the way you pant our pleas.

“I-issei! Please….need you inside, please!”

Coming back up for air, his hand leaves your thigh as his fingers start to tease around your hole, loving how your pussy clenches around nothing. So needy for his touches when he’s barely even started. He knows your orgasm was building, but he wants to take his time with you. You mean the world to him, and seeing you like this already makes him feel like the luckiest man at the moment.

Taking two of his fingers, he coats them in all your slick before slowly pushing them inside you. His eyes squeeze shut when he feels how tight you are, his mind immediately thinking about how you’d feel wrapped around his cock. When he’s finally inside, he pulls out slowly before sliding them back in, loving how you beg for more.

“Need more, please, Issei! Go faster, please.”

Your hands pull his head up to kiss you while his fingers begin to speed up. With the lewd sound of his hand slapping against your sopping wet pussy, his palm is applying pressure to your clit. Your moans are lost in your kisses, his other hand going back to playing with your sensitive nipple.

“I have to stretch you out, babygirl. I don’t want my cock to hurt you.”

All you’re able to do is nod as his fingers start to scissor your hole, stretching you out even more. His fingers, now knuckle deep, curl against your sweet spot, making you grip onto his hair as he swallows all your cries, suddenly remembering that the walls in this dorm probably aren’t that thick.

His fingers curl into you more, whispering sweet praises as his hand teases and tugs on your swollen nipple. Everything happened so quick, and you’re cumming all over his hand, your sweet sticky arousal covering his fingers as he slows down. Matsukawa is smiling down at you, “you did so well, baby. Bet that felt really good, huh?”

Maybe you’re needy or just horny, but even after your orgasm, you start tugging the tie that keeps his robe up. Your legs are sore, sorer than they’ve ever been, but all you can think about is how full you would feel with him inside of you. He smirks at you as he pops his fingers into his mouth, sucking off all your juices before letting his robe fall and chucking it to the ground. He’s wearing his briefs, but you can see how hard his cock is under the thin cotton material. Before you’re able to pull his underwear down, he stops you and lets out a small chuckle. “I’m sorry, I don’t have a condom. We don’t have to do anything.”

You giggle and shake your head, “don’t need one; we’re in university, baby. What’s a little fun without risks?”

He lets you pull his underwear down, and his massive throbbing cock instantly slaps against his stomach as he laughs at your reaction. “Had to make sure you were stretched out enough.”

You bite your lips and stare at how big his cock actually is. It’s hard to imagine how you’ll fit that inside of you, but you’re determined to give it a try.

“You ready, pretty girl?” he asks as he taps the tip of cock against your clit, loving how you squirm under him.

“mmhmm, Issei.”

He lets go of his cock and leans up, and pulls you into a deep kiss, completely in awe of you.

“Tell me if you wanna stop, kay?”

Replying with a small hum, he gathers up the remaining slick that’s leaking out of your pussy and strokes his cock slowly, also letting his spit drip down to help lubricate himself. He lines himself up with your pretty pussy and starts to push the head in, studying your face to make sure you’re doing alright. When he sees you smiling back at him, despite the grip you have on his arms, he pushes another two inches inside of you.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby. We’re almost halfway,” he whispers into your ear as he kisses your neck softly, sucking on the spot by the base of your lobe. “Such a good girl for me,” he coaxes as his cock slides another inch into your sweet cunt.

Incredibly, he’s only halfway down because you’ve never felt this full before. Still, your fingers dig into his arms when you ask for more. “Just want all of you in me, please?”

Hearing you ask for more even though you already looked fucked out sparks something inside him. He lets out a low growl and quickly pushes the rest of his length inside you, mumbling sweet nothings against your skin. He moans out with you when he feels how warm and tight you are, your pussy stretching more than it ever has to accommodate his size.

“Feel s’good, Issei.”

With a breathy chuckle, he peppers kisses all over your neck, loving the sound of your soft giggles as he pulls back three-quarters of the way, slowly pushing his way back into you. The gasp you let out is different than before, much more surprised but sensual.

He continues this motion a few more times before he picks up the pace, his hips slamming against you while your tits bounce. Each thrust knocks the air out of your chest cause he’s brushing against your spot every time. Matsukawa leans down and presses his forehead against the crook of your neck, muttering how good you feel.

“F-faster...need you faster, is’o good, please.”

Obliging to your pleas, he starts to rut his hips into yours, the sound of his balls slapping against your skin with each movement. He looks up to see your dreamy eyes and smiles. He knows there’s not a thought behind those eyes right now as his cock slams against your walls with each thrust. He goes to kiss you again, silencing your cries as your nails drag down his arms, trying to ground yourself in the midst of all the pleasure.

“You’re s-tight baby I- fuuuuuck, I can barely move.”

You can’t help it. Your walls are naturally squeezing him because he’s fucking straight into your sweet spot with each snap of his hips. You look at him with hazy eyes, entirely in a trance as you moan out his name. He can tell you want to cum, so his hand reaches down to rub your clit as his cock continues to pound into you.

“C’mon baby, cum all over my cock. You can do it...ah shit, yea, just like that.”

He’s been trying so hard not to cum but watching your back arch into him as your nails drab down his back, his name falling out from your lips in a loud erotic moan, is making it really hard. He looks down in surprise when he sees a creamy white rim around his cock, proud of himself for making you cream.

“Good girl...that’s my fuckin girl.”

Satisfied he made you finish, his head falls back onto your shoulder, his hips just rutting into you as he chases his own orgasm. Not even a minute later, he’s calling out for you as he quickly pulls out, cumming all over your tits. His chest heaves along with yours, his hair sticking to his forehead slightly as he empties his load all over your chest.

Once you’ve both calmed down a little bit, he smiles down at you and goes to stroke your cheek. “Had you creaming on my cock, was it fun? Did you have a good time?”

“S’good...thank you, baby,” you say before pulling him down for a kiss.

He gets up and reaches for his robe, “you did so good, took me like a champ heh. I’ll be back with a rag to clean you up, okay? Don’t move.”

As he leaves your room, you stare up at the ceiling and let out a laugh. Not even twelve hours ago, you were cursing the fact that he was here with you, and now you have his cum all over your tiddies as he goes to get stuff to clean you up.

You watch as he comes back into your room, fully changed with a rag in his hand. He kneels beside you and pets your hair as he starts to wipe his mess.

“Why’re you changed?”

“Oh! We’re going to 7-11 once I get you cleaned up.”

“.....it’s like three-thirty in the morning.”

“I’ll get you taquitos and Arizona,” he says as he goes to wipe around your pussy, mindful not to put too much pressure cause you’re still sensitive.

“And skittles?”

He snorts and kisses your shaking thigh, “yea, I’ll get you skittles, brat.”

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