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deryicantwait · 5 days ago

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Lui Yangyang the crazy way im craving you is not healthy

Bestie

Summary: A project for your botany class goes wrong. Now you and your friend who you have a very obvious crush on are stressed and horny.

Pairing: Werewolf! Yangyang x Witch female reader

Warnings: Smut, sex pollen, phone sex, JUST THE TIP IS NOT A SAFE METHOD FYI, friends to lovers, I would call this couple dumb and dumber. Also I need him. No angst (FINALLY)

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Yangyang was a weird guy.

That’s what you thought when he joined the same botany class as you for elective credits, and he was already muttering something about how he hated it before it started. He wasn’t talking to anyone in particular but he was dropping his bag and sitting on the available seat next to you so you could hear him.

“Then why did you enroll?” you asked, a little annoyed. He was kinda cute, but a grown adult whining about his chosen class was a turnoff.

“All the good classes were full already,” he replied petulantly. “I’m not even good with plants. I killed my mom’s cactus when–” his sentence died out when he turned to look at you and he just stared at you dumbly.

You lifted your brows, expecting him to finish the story about how one manages to kill a cactus, but he just stared.

“What’s wrong with you?” you finally asked.

“H-hi,” he said instead of replying, with a nervous yet cheerful tone, contrary to the one you had heard earlier. “I’m Yangyang.”

You frowned. You had met a few weirdos on campus, so you assumed he was just one of them. Still, you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“I’m Y/N,” you said, offering your hand for him to shake.

His eyes lit up and he grabbed your hand, but he immediately pulled back with a …moan?

“Fuck, bad idea,” he murmured, standing up and getting away from you like you had just burnt him.

Fairly enough, your hand felt incredibly hot after he touched it and a comforting warmth was now expanding in your chest.

“Bad idea,” he repeated, grabbing his backpack and running towards the door. “Nice to meet you, Y/N!” he yelled before disappearing.

Yangyang was euphoric like never before. As he ran home he felt the cold wind hit his reddened cheeks and the still-fresh memory of your citrus scent mixed with the ocean breeze so perfectly he found himself with his arms wide open and inhaling deeply. It smelled like happiness. Holy shit, your scent should definitely be called liquid happiness and sold in tiny expensive bottles. But then other people would get to smell you.

A low growl resonated in his chest and he stopped dead in his tracks, placing his palm on his chest to feel the vibrations.

Was he being possessive?

Wow, so the others weren’t exaggerating when they said imprinting made you unreasonably jealous and clingy. ‘Wolf instinct’ they called it.

He resumed his way home, now feeling the fatigue and pain that everyone told him about when entering an unscheduled rut due to imprinting, which he also mistakenly thought was an exaggeration.

“Skipping class already?” Ten asked, unimpressed, as soon as Yangyang opened the front door.

“Yes, but it's an emergency,” Yangyang said, out of breath and dragging his feet to come in.

“What’s wrong?” Ten asked with a concerned tone this time.

“My dick’s about to explode.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“I’m so serious,” Yangyan groaned, barely making it to the sofa and flopping on it. “Imprinting better be fucking worth it because this hurts.”

“Imprinting?” Ten repeated incredulously. “You imprinted?!”

The younger nodded tiredly. “She’s so hot, hyung. Everyone’s gonna be so jealous.”

Ten squealed excitedly. “How did you meet?”

“We 're in the same botany class and…fuck, I really need to be his partner for the project.”

“Wait, botany class with Professor Lawson?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I know the guy,” Ten said with a smirk. “I’ll have a word with him. I’m sure he won’t mind helping you out.”

“Oh, thank god. Thank you so much,” Yangyang murmured weakly.

“Tell me more about her! What’s she like?”

“Well, we established that she's the hottest woman on Earth. She also has beautiful eyes that look so cute when annoyed.”

“You annoyed her already?”

“And her voice is so addictive,” Yangyang continued, ignoring the question. “And she has this super delicious scent…” he groaned, not noticing that his hand was going down to his trousers.

“Yangyang, do that in your room! Have some shame!” Ten exclaimed, forcing him to stand up and pushing him to the stairs. “Go upstairs and I’ll bring suppressants in a minute.”

Surprisingly, Yangyang was obedient this time, forcing himself to make an effort to go to his room. He usually took suppressants before he could even experience a pre-rut, so he didn’t remember the last time he felt this tired and needy. He took the pills Ten gave him and took off his pants, knowing very well that no pill would be too effective now that he had met you and that he had to take care of himself the old-fashioned way.

Honestly? He was happy to do it if he got to think about you to cum.

“Hhmmm…” he bit his lip and arched his back when his fingers—the same ones that had touched your skin earlier— finally circled his cock.

He remembered how soft your hand was. How would it feel if it was your hand touching him instead of his?

He chuckled. Your hand probably wouldn’t be able to grasp all of him. You would have to use both.

“Yeah, Y/N,” he whispered, closing his eyes and imagining he had you there with him. “It’s okay, just g-go slow, hm?”

In his vision, you stubbornly tried to grab him more firmly and jerk him faster. In reality, he tugged at his cock until reaching the desired speed. “Ooohh, you like it that much? Mhmm? You can have it, Y/N, g-go ahead…”

He ran his thumb over the tip a few times, imagining it was your pretty tongue teasing him. “Oooooh yes, baby, that’s my girl, right there…”

He quickened the pace, occasionally teasing the tip again. He was so close already and he had barely touched himself.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered letting out a breathy laugh, thrusting into his fist. “Fuuuck I’m so lucky.”

Would you let him cum on your face? Would you close your eyes or keep them open and meet his gaze?

“Y/N–Oh!” His eyes screwed shut and he tossed his head back. His mouth opened in a silent scream and his toes curled when his orgasm hit and cum covered his fist and lower belly…and it kept coming out. “Ooooh, what the f-fuck, whatthefuck, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N…” he babbled out incoherently, tossing at the neverending pleasure.

When he finally stopped coming, he opened his eyes slowly and looked at the ceiling in astonishment.

What the fuck was that? Was every orgasm going to feel like this from now on? What would happen when he finally got to do it with you?

He couldn’t wait to figure it out.

You, on the other hand, thought you wouldn’t see Yangyang again, assuming he had dropped the class. So you were more than surprised when he showed up next week, standing in front of you and clearing his throat to catch your attention.

“Oh, it’s you,” you sighed.

“We’re together,” he mumbled, showing you a piece of paper with your name on it.

Great. Not only was there a lunatic in your class, but you were stuck with him as a partner for a project.

“Why didn’t you drop the class?” you asked honestly. “You said you didn’t like plants.”

“I don’t hate plants,” he shrugged, sitting next to you. “They just die on me.”

You glared at him in disbelief. “You do know your grade depends on your ability to keep plants alive, don’t you?”

“Are you good with plants?” he asked back.

“Yes,” you hissed. “Unlike you, I want to be in this class.”

“Then you can teach me,” he shrugged.

“Or better yet,” you offered. “I’ll do everything and write your name on the report. Just don’t get on my way.”

“Mr. Lawson!” Yangyang called for the professor, raising his hand. “Y/N doesn’t want to follow the rules–”

“He’s kidding!” you yelled quickly, grabbing Yangyang’s arm and hitting his back.

He groaned and then laughed like he enjoyed this type of attention coming from you.

“Yangyang, I won’t risk my grade for you.”

He smirked lazily. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

He shrugged.”Yeah, we just have to learn to work together.”

“I don’t know if you can’t tell, but I already dislike you,” you said.

He shrugged again. “I kinda like you though.”

You blushed immediately, not expecting such words to come out of his mouth.

“J-just promise me you’ll carry your weight and maybe we can try to be friends or something.”

“Friends,” he savored the word. “Sounds good.”

You opened your book, ready to end the conversation there and concentrate on the class when you remembered something.

“Why did you run off like that? That time when we shook hands?” you asked, turning to look at him and freezing in place when his eyes met yours. They looked hungry, and predatory, unlike before. How did he keep changing his aura like that?

“Something urgent came up,” he said, still holding you captive with his gaze.

“What was a bad idea?” you asked.

“Hmm?”

“You said ‘bad idea’ before you ran away.”

His eyes hardened and then he looked at your lips, but he didn’t reply.

The warm sensation came back, but this time traveled down your chest to your stomach and then went even lower.

You crossed your legs quickly and saw him smirk. Could he know what you were feeling?

“What was a bad idea?” you repeated, a little unsure you wanted to know the answer this time, but right then the professor started talking and you quickly looked to the front, focusing on the class.

“Shaking your hand,” Yangyang’s voice whispered, right next to your ear, giving you goosebumps and making you sit up straight, tense.

“Why was shaking my hand a bad idea?” you asked nervously, still not daring to look at him.

“Mine was sweaty,” he said unexpectedly, trying not to laugh when you turned to look at him with an annoyed expression. God he was going to have so much fun with you. “It’s really embarrassing.”

“Your hand wasn’t sweaty,” you countered.

“You didn’t feel it because I took it back fast enough. I’m a very considerate guy as you can see.”

“I think you’re just annoying,” you said, deciding he was not worth your attention and concentrating on the class again.

“Deal with it. I’m your new friend,” he said casually, opening his book.

“I never said–”

“No takebacks.”

“But I–” “Shh, bestie. I’m trying to pay attention to the class,” he nagged you. “I’m not risking my grade for you, Y/N.”

You scoffed, irritated. You assumed he would be a handful, but as time went by you discovered that he wasn’t as terrible as you thought. He was surprisingly diligent; taking detailed notes, asking relevant questions (some of which you wished you had thought of yourself), and even correcting you when you made a mistake (much to your disdain).

You had no idea how he managed to pay attention when he was looking at you the entire time. At first, you thought you were imagining things, but he made it very obvious, sometimes not even bothering to look away when you caught him staring. He often stared at your neck and chest, biting his lip so hard you thought he would draw blood, other times he would stare at your crossed legs as if he knew that you were fighting your arousal due to his intense gaze, but most of the time he stared at your face, clenching his fist like he was fighting the urge to caress your cheeks.

You got the most piercing glares when you wore something a bit more revealing.

It was a regular summer day when you decided to wear the prettiest floral dress you owned. The fabric was light and fresh, not too tight but it hugged your curves nicely. Most importantly, you felt both pretty and comfortable.

“You’re here?” Yangyang asked casually without looking up from his phone as you placed your bag next to your seat.

You had sat next to each other for at least a couple of months now, and you were working on the final project together which meant you also met often outside of the class. Sometimes you went for food or ice cream after hours of writing a report and you genuinely had a good time whenever you hung out. You could confidently say that you were somewhat friends by now.

You hummed and sat down. “How was your weekend?”

“Eh, nothing interesting,” he shrugged, scrolling down. “Have you seen this video–” he finally looked up to show you something on his phone but he stopped mid-sentence when he saw you.

“What video?” you asked.

“What are you wearing?” he asked back.

“A dress?”

“Why?”

You roll your eyes. “I never question your fashion choices, do I? Plus, I think it’s pretty,” you said, grabbing the hem to pull it down and cover your legs a bit more since the dress had rolled up when you sat down. “What’s wrong with it?”

No sound came out of his lips but he mouthed a very clear ‘fuck’, as he tried to decide if he should focus on your legs or your clavicle.

You blushed and muttered a ‘whatever’, deciding to ignore him for the rest of the class for your own sanity. The last thing you needed was him checking you out and feeding your fantasies that you had unwillingly conjured along with developing a huge inconvenient crush on him.

You had tried to deny your feelings for weeks, but after the first month, you couldn’t help thinking of him when you pleasured yourself, wondering what he would feel like inside of you. Finding out he was a werewolf only made you even hornier, having heard about how intense sex with one could be.

You also wondered what he would sound like, if he would go slow like the tease he is or fast and rough to hear you scream.

Maybe the latter because he seemed to like eliciting sounds from you. You could tell by how often he annoyed you, scared you, and even tickled you until he got some type of vocal reaction from you.

He would often call you cute when any of those scenarios happened and then his hands would linger a little too long before you slapped his arm and he laughed.

Your crush had intensified by the time you had your midterms and you got an A+ for the report you wrote together. He gave you a high five before impulsively pulling you in for a hug.

And god, he was so warm, and his chest was firmer than you thought and his hands felt just perfect on your waist.

“You did amazing,” he purred right next to your ear, causing you to let out an unexpected whimper.

You both tensed at the sound. You had never been more embarrassed but then you felt his grip tighten and his heartbeat accelerating on his chest pressed against yours.

“Oh, fuck me…” he groaned, nosing your neck.

Your eyes rolled back and you wanted to tell him that you would gladly do so until you heard someone clearing their throat.

Professor Lawson was not enjoying the show.

You quickly pulled away from each other and never spoke about it again. But Yangyang was always staring, sitting too close, grazing…

Right now, his shorts allowed for his bare legs to gently rub yours and it was making you imagine things that weren’t appropriate for the place and time. The fact that his breathing sounded slightly agitated didn’t help and neither did having him manspreading to feel your touch better so shamelessly.

You gulped before deciding to be bold for once and spread your legs slightly too, pressing your thigh closer to his.

He inhaled sharply.

He decided to be bold too by slowly dragging one of his hands under the table and gently patting your outer thigh with his fingertips.

You gasped and he retrieved his hand immediately, but you grabbed his wrist, feeling his quickened pulse where your fingers were.

This was a bad idea and you knew it. You were in public, in the middle of class, yet you found yourself shakily placing his hand where it was again not daring to look at him but hoping he would get the hint.

He kept his eyes on the whiteboard, but his fingers drew small patterns on your skin, making you wetter than before.

You gathered some more courage to place your hand on his thigh, wanting to do the same for him, but as soon as you made contact with the hot skin exposed by his shorts he moaned loud enough for the people on the desks around you to look at you.

You quickly took your hand away and he did the same. You still didn’t make eye contact and you knew this would be another one of the so many not-so-friendly moments you shared that would never be spoken about again.

Once the class was over, and even though you were mortified, you cleared your throat to speak.

“Uh, we need to talk about–”

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to!” he quickly said with wide eyes, fearing a rejection before he even had the chance to confess.

“No, we absolutely have to–”

“How about you take your time to think about it–”

“Yangyang,” you deadpanned. “It’s about the project.”

“Oh,” he let out a relieved sigh. “What about it?”

“Remember I told you I’m going to visit my family for two weeks?”

“Yeah, so?”

“I can’t take our plant with me.”

“Oh…OH?” Yangyang’s eyes widened when he realized what that meant. While he was quite good at the theoretical part, he was still terrified of killing the plant so you were the one to take care of it all the time. If you were away then that meant he had no choice but to take the plant with him.

“You’ll be okay, right?”

“Probably.”

“Probably?”

“I’m terrified,” he admitted.

“It’s only for two weeks,” you reminded him. “You are more than capable of taking care of our baby during that time.”

He blushed hard when you called the plant ‘our baby’ and smiled like an idiot thinking of this being the first of many things you would share. And then he nodded, telling himself that it would be fine as he walked with you to your dorm to receive the project you both had worked on so hard for months.

The Scarlet Sugar Plum was a beautiful plant and, if properly nourished, its leaves could be used as an ingredient to make a Love Potion, which Yangyang was sure was a sign that you were meant to be.

He placed the pot near the window in his room, smiling dreamily.

Our baby…

But a week later he was glaring at said plant with a sour expression. He didn’t get it. He gave it plenty of sunlight and water so why did it look so weak and dry? The before colorful leaves were turning brown and some of them had fallen, and he feared it soon would be nothing but a bent stem.

You were going to kill him.

Worse: you were going to be disappointed in him.

You were going to hate him and never want to talk to him again and he wouldn’t get to properly confess and he would die alone without his mate and–

Fuck…There had to be something he could do…

Maybe he could buy a new plant?

No, you would notice immediately that it wasn’t the same one.

Then…he had heard some classmates talk about this potion that would make a plant grow bigger and stronger. The problem was that it wasn’t legal because the side effects could vary and end up making a plant poisonous.

Was he willing to break the law so you wouldn’t hate him?

…Yes.

You suspected nothing when you texted him asking for a picture of the plant and saw that it looked healthy and strong, even with an extra flower.

“Told you you could do it!” you exclaimed happily when he called you later to catch up.

“Just hurry up and come get your baby,” he complained.

“Our baby,” you corrected him. “She’s your project too.”

“I was talking about me,” he replied and you could hear the teasing in his voice. “I’m your baby.”

“You behave like one,” you laughed.

“No but seriously, hurry up. She misses you.”

“She misses me or you miss me?” you teased.

“I miss you,” he said with no hesitation.

You blushed, not knowing what to answer for a second and then you paid attention to his breathing. It sounded agitated.

“Are you okay?” you asked. “You sound a little out of breath.”

“Yeah,” he groaned. “It’s just really fucking hot today.”

“Turn the AC on. Don’t be stingy!” you joked as a way to distract yourself from how hot his little groans sounded.

“It’s on!” he complained. “Maybe the problem is me. Am I in rut? Why am I in rut?! it’s not time yet…” he rambled on.

You bit your lip. Yeah, there were times when he had no filter around you, but this was the first time he spoke so openly about his rut.

“Oh, when is it supposed t-to happen, then?” you asked casually, hoping he wouldn’t notice your stutter.

“At least in one more month,” he breathed out. “Fuck, being a werewolf sucks sometimes…”

“It’s kinda cool,” you admitted.

“What’s cool about it?”

“Well, you have a better sense of smell, don’t you?”

“That’s both a blessing and a curse,” he chuckled weakly.

“Why’s that? Because of odors?”

“Because some people smell too fucking good,” he sighed. “Make it hard to control myself.” “O-oh,” you gulped. “Like who?”

“I think you know who, bestie,” he purred, making you shiver.

What was going on?

Was he this direct because of his rut?

You breathed shakily. “W-well, you are also faster and stronger than us humans. That’s pretty cool.”

“Hmm, yeah it can be cool,” he admitted. “I could catch you easily if you tried to run away…”

You gasped and he hummed. You heard some movement too.

“W-why would I run away?” you laughed nervously, feeling your panties sticking to your pussy.

“Wouldn’t you?”

“I wouldn’t…” you breathed out.

He moaned loudly and you heard the sound of a zipper.

“Yangyang,” you rubbed your thighs together needily. “I think I should hang up.”

“No, fuck!” he groaned. “S-stay a little longer, hm? Talk to me.”

“A-about what?”

“Anything,” he breathed out and for a second you could hear a wet sound that made it very obvious he was touching himself. “W-what else is c-cool about werewolves?”

“You have a g-great sense of t-taste,” you said, very consciously sliding your hand into your shorts to feel your wetness over your panties.

Oh god. Were you really doing this?

“Yeah, f-fuck,” he moaned and the fapping sound became faster. “Taste so fucking good,” he sighed dreamily.

“What tastes good?” you asked, grazing over your clit.

“You–shit!”

“You d-don’t know that…”

“I’m sure,” he replied between moans. “Someone w-who smells so delicious has t-to taste good…”

“Fuck…” you breathed out, rubbing your clit slowly.

“Wanna know what else is cool?” he panted. “Our body temperature is higher…haaa… so m-my tongue is hot as fuck–Mmm…Wanna feel it, bestie?”

Your eyes rolled back and you moaned shamelessly.

“Oooh, yes t-that’s it, imagine it, baby,” he urged you, making you clench at the nickname. “Feel so fucking good, yeah?”

“So g-good,” you panted, rubbing faster and hearing him moaning your name.

“Have you ever seen a knot?” he asked between groans. He couldn’t see you shaking your head but he continued, assuming your answer was no. “N-nothing could make you feel as f-full, ah…filling you up j-just right–fuck…Would ruin you for any other man…”

“Please…” you begged, almost tasting your climax.

“Fuck you so good,” he spoke with slurred words. “Bet y-you’d take it all, yeah?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you muttered, arching your back.

“Ah, haa…Y/N you’re d-doing amazing– oh god…”

“Yangyang!”

“FUCK! Yes, s-say my name j-just like that,” he whines, very obviously fucking his fist and panting desperately as he heard you murmur his name again and again like a mantra. “Oooh fuck, take my knot–”

You didn’t even try to hide the embarrassing moan that came out of your mouth when you had the most powerful orgasm of your life.

While talking to a friend on the phone.

And moaning his name.

You were coming down from your high when you heard him laugh breathlessly.

“So fucking good…” he murmured.

Oh god, you had had phone sex with Yangyang.

“Uh, so, I hope your rut goes well,” you said awkwardly.

“It would if you were here,” he said, still daydreaming.

“Haha,” you laughed nervously. “You’ll find someone to bang next time!”

“Huh?”

“I heard Cassie has the hots for you!”

“B-but…just now…we–”

“Hey, happy to help, bestie!” you interrupted him. “But next time you’ll do that with someone you like.”

He groaned. “Y/N, what–”

“Gotta go! Take care of our project!” you faked a cheerful tone and hung up, turning your phone off and throwing it away nervously to then proceed to scream into your pillow.

Now he knew for sure.

He knew you had a crush on him.

Fuck, you were so embarrassed. He was horny because of his rut, but you had no excuse to moan his name like that. You probably sounded pathetic begging for him.

Maybe he wouldn’t care? Yeah, maybe he was thankful that you helped him out and you would continue being friends. All you had to do was not address it, just like all the other moments of tension you kept sharing and then pretending that never happened.

It would be fine.

Everything was fine.

You kept repeating that to yourself to calm your nerves when you stood in front of Yangyang’s house a few days later.

It was an old-fashioned house but it was huge, which made sense considering he told you he lived with his pack.

“I’ll get it!” you heard Yangyang’s voice scream from the other side of the door after you rang the bell. “Why are y’all just standing here? Go away!”

There was a moment of silence. And then you thought you heard him say ‘Fine, but act normal.’

The door swung open and Yangyang welcomed you with his characteristic smile.

“Hey!” he greeted, giving you a friendly hug.

You sighed, relieved. Nothing had changed. He wasn’t awkward around you.

“Hey, you!” you smiled until you noticed at least a dozen eyes on you. A group of men, who you assumed were his packmates, were looking at you with big smiles on their faces.

“Oh, hello!” you said nervously.

They replied cheerfully. Too cheerfully. And Yangyang quickly grabbed your arm and pulled you up the stairs with him.

“Ignore them,” he told you once you entered his room and he closed the door. “They don’t know how to act around girls.”

You snorted. “Oh, so I’m a girl to you now?”

He frowned. “You’ve always been?”

“We’re friends,” you reminded him, deciding to do damage control just in case. “We’re basically bros. You don’t see me as a girl and I don’t see you as a boy.”

He gave you an unreadable look but before he could answer you reached for the plant.

“Oh my god! She grew so much!”

“Yeah…” Yangyang agreed.

“You did a great job! You didn’t need to be afraid, see?”

He bit his lip nervously.

“Normally they don’t grow more than one flower a month, you know?” you babbled out.

“U-huh…”

“And the leaves normally wouldn’t be this shade of green until winter!”

“Uh…yep…”

“And the scent is normally not this sugary…” your voice became a murmur.

You turned to look at him and he looked away.

“Did you do anything special?” you asked.

He shrugged. “I followed the instructions.”

You looked at the plant, taking a deep inhale at its scent, and then looked back at him. “Yangyang.”

“It’s healthy, isn’t it?” he asked defensively.

“But it isn’t normal.”

“Guess I discovered my natural talent.”

“Yangyang,” you warned him. The air was starting to feel hot and it was irritating you.

“Maybe I’m not as hopeless as you think.”

“I never said you were hopeless.”

“But you imply it!” he brushed his hair with his fingers, frustrated. He was flushed and beads of sweat were forming on his forehead.

“I didn’t–,” you groaned. “I just want to make sure!” you said, feeling slightly suffocated by the sweet scent of the plant.

“I…fuck! I’m sorry, okay? I fucked up!” he admitted, sitting on the bed.

“What did you do?” you asked, fanning yourself with your palm.

“I cheated,” he said defeatedly.

“How?”

“I used Gloom Dust Potion.”

“What?! Where did you get that?”

“The black market, of course,” he grumbled.

“How could you be so careless!” you yelled.

“But I wasn’t! That’s what makes this so frustrating,” he yelled back. “I measured the water, I made sure the room had the right temperature I even set alarms to check on her in the middle of the fucking night! I did everything and it still whithered and I don’t know why I’m such a useless man but I really tried my best because I wanted to give you an A+ and I wanted you to be proud of me and now you hate me–”

“Woah, hold on! I don’t hate you!” you said quickly.

He covered his face with his palms and you kneeled in front of him. “Hey, Yangyang, look at me,” you told him.

He didn’t reply.

“Please?” you asked softly.

Hesitantly he uncovered his face and gave you a shameful and sad look. He really had tried his best and he felt terrible about it not working out.

“I don’t hate you,” you repeated.

“Are you sure?” he asked with a small voice.

“Very sure,” you said, cupping his face with your palm.

He let out a soft moan, leaning into your touch.

That’s when you noticed that he was burning up.

“Yangyang, are you okay?” you asked.

“Sorry about the project,” he mumbled, nosing your palm.

“Forget about it. I think you have a fever,” you said, about to retreat your hand and go call for help but he grabbed your wrist and brought you closer again.

“I’m so sorry,” he slurred.

“It’s fine,” you said.

“You’re not mad?”

“I’m not, okay?”

“You’re so good to me…” he whispered.

You frowned. “Yangyang, I’ll go get one of your pack brothers.”

“Did you use this hand?” his question caught you off-guard.

“What?”

“When you touched yourself,” he clarified, scenting your wrist. “That night on the phone.”

You blushed furiously.

“W-what?” you repeated dumbly.

He brought your fingers to his mouth and licked them. It was true that his tongue was hotter than that of a human.

“Yeah, I bet it was this one–fuck…” he moaned.

Your knees wobbled.

“Yangyang,” you gasped. “Let go. You have a fever.”

“But your skin is hot too,” he mumbled before sucking your index and middle finger into his mouth.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, feeling your head spinning. He was right. You felt incredibly hot and not only that. Your pussy was throbbing and your nipples had hardened under your shirt way before Yangyang had started acting weird.

You were too irritated to notice before but both you and Yangyang got turned on incredibly fast as soon as you entered the room.

“W-wait oh, no,” you spoke again, pulling away from him and hearing him whine. “I know what’s happening,” you said, making your way to the plant.

Yangyang followed your every move with his eyes like he was hypnotized.

You got closer to one of the flowers and inhaled deeply, only to feel more sticky wetness accumulate between your legs.

You groaned.

“Yangyang, we need to get out of this room,” you said, going back to him and trying to make him stand up.

“Why?” he asked, not budging.

“The potion intensifies the properties of plants. Ours is used to emulate the feeling of a crush…the feeling of liking someone, right?”

“Right,” he said, trying to process your words.

“Because of the potion, instead of just a crush, you get something bigger. Lust. Desire,” you deduced.

His eyes widened. “I turned our plant into a fucking aphrodisiac!? So that’s why I’ve been so horny this past week?”

“It’s not your fault,” you say quickly, pulling his arm. “You didn’t know this would happen.”

“Wait,” he said, standing up and towering over you. “Does it mean you’re turned on too?”

You blushed even harder if it was possible. “Yeah, well, that’s what aphrodisiacs do…”

He closed his eyes and inhaled. “Fuck…you’re right. I can smell it…”

You cleared your throat awkwardly. “Yeah, well…Anyways, let’s get out of here.”

“No way, they will see my hard-on and I’m never going to live it down!” he groaned.

You fought your eyes from looking down. “That’s not important right now!”

“And they’ll smell you,” he added, making you halt. “My entire pack will know you came out of my room aroused.”

You muttered a hushed curse and sat down on his bed.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated timidly, sitting beside you.

“Stop apologizing,” you sighed. “We can still pass the class with what we have done so far.”

He didn’t say anything, staring at his lap.

“Hey,” you said, reaching for his hand. “I promise. I’m not mad. We’re still friends, okay?”

He gave you a weak smile and his thumb caressed your hand.

“Now we only need to think of a way to get out of here without being seen,” you said, looking at the window.

“You’re not jumping out the window,” he deadpanned. “This is the third floor.”

You sighed, flopping on the bed with him following, lying down next to you.

“The other option is going out when we’re not turned on anymore,” you said.

His hand squeezed yours involuntarily.

“Oh,” he said. “Maybe it will wear off after…ya know…”

It took you a few seconds to understand what he was proposing.

“You’re suggesting we get off while the other is in the room?” you turned to look at him.

“I w-won’t look,” he promised.

You licked your lips.

“I won’t look either…”

His eyes widened and his ears turned red.

“R-really? Are we gonna….oh my god…” he squirmed a little as he felt his member twitch.

“I mean…it wouldn’t be t-that different from that time…on the phone…” you whispered.

He groaned.

“Are you sure?”

“I don’t have a better idea,” you breathed out.

You stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds.

“Okay,” he whispered, letting go of your hand. “I’ll turn around,” he informed you, turning to his side with his back towards you.

You took a deep breath in and did the same.

You could feel each other's heartbeats when you were back to back.

“Ready?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

“Yeah…”

You moved first, slowly sliding your hand into your pants. Your breath caught in your throat when you touched your pulsating clit and then you let out a shaky breath when your index teased it.

You heard him sigh and felt him move slightly. He tried to be quiet when his hand touched his dick, but when he heard the wet sounds of your hand caressing your folds he moaned.

You thrust a finger inside and a whimper escaped you. Yangyang groaned and you heard him whisper what sounded like ‘yes…’

He wasn’t being shy and you were able to hear and feel exactly what he was doing even without looking.

Another finger entered you and you got lost in your fantasy, imagining it was him doing this to you as you heard his groans.

“Faster,” you accidentally said out loud and were about to apologize, mortified, but you felt him moving his hand faster as he moaned your name.

And you ended up matching his rhythm.

You weren’t sure if it made a difference if you were looking or not. You were touching yourselves in the same room, back to back, at the same speed and very obviously thinking about each other.

“Are you close?” his question was directed to you, not caring about pretending anymore. “Y/N,” he called your name clearly when you didn’t reply. “Please tell me you’re close…”

“Y-yeah…” you replied shyly and he inhaled sharply.

“Touch your clit,” he instructed after a broken moan. “I’m touching my tip too.”

You whined, using your other hand to draw circles on your clit and your orgasm washed over you. You came with a sob and your body tensed while he murmured profanities and grunted behind you.

“Fuck…” you murmured when you were able to see straight again, still feeling your pussy clenching.

“Fuck…” he agreed, trembling slightly.

“I think it didn’t work…” you admitted.

“Yeah,” he agreed again, and you could feel that he was still palming himself. “I’m still hard as fuck…”

“What do we do?” you whined, tiredly.

“Let’s keep going,” he proposed with no hesitation, still moving his hand behind you. “One more should do…”

“Or…” you trailed off.

“Or?”

“We could…touch each other?” you spoke barely above a whisper but he heard you loud and clear because he turned around and sat up quickly.

“What?!” he asked.

You groaned, embarrassed. “Forget it, it was dumb…”

“No, no, it’s not dumb,” he cooed, patting your back.

You shook your head.

“Y/N, please,” he sighed. “I heard you the first time, but I want to be sure I got it right. You want to touch me?”

You still refused to reply or look at him.

“Because…I would like to touch you…” he confessed quietly. “I would like that a lot…”

Slowly you sat up and made eye contact with him. Your cheeks were burning just like the rest of your body, due to arousal and embarrassment.

“Really?” you asked equally quietly.

“Really,” he said. “So what’s the plan?”

You took a deep breath in before speaking again.

“We can help each other,” you bargained, trying not to lose focus as you watched a drop of sweat travel down his neck. “We’re friends, after all. It doesn’t have to mean anything.”

Yangyang gulped.

“Yeah, we’re just friends,” he spoke shakily. “Just two friends affected by a dumb plant.”

“Exactly,” you nodded, breathing heavily. “It’s normal to be horny. It’s the plant. It’s not because we like each other.”

“Totally. It’s not like I imprinted on you when we first met or something,” he mumbled, fixated on the way your lips moved.

“…What?”

“What?”

“Did you just say you imprinted on me?” you frowned.

He averted his gaze, clearing his throat. “I said it’s not like I did,” he replied. “Meaning I didn’t.”

“Okay,” you conceded, sitting closer, “then it should be fine, right?”

“I think it would be more than fine,” he assured you, though he sounded strained, not fine at all. He closed his eyes when he felt your fingertips on his jaw.

“What do you wanna do?”

“Is there anything you’re not comfortable with?” you asked.

“Anything you wanna do’s okay,” he said, locking eyes with you.

You lowered your hand so it was now on his neck. “Anything?” you purred, applying only a little bit of pressure and watching in awe how he rolled his eyes and groaned.

“A-anything…” he repeated.

“But what do you want to do?” you asked, allowing your hand to go lower, using your nails to tease him over the material of his shirt sticking to his chest.

“Y/N…”

“Is there nothing you wanna do to me?” you teased, lifting his shirt a little and placing your palm on his lower belly. You were also looking for reassurance. You would feel like a loser if you were thirsting over your friend when he hadn’t fantasized about you once.

“I–I don’t know,” he lied. If only you knew all the things he wanted to do to you.

“Hm…I guess you don’t want this enough,” you sighed, starting to withdraw your hand but he quickly grabbed it and placed it right on his crotch. “Y-yangyang?!”

Instead of replying, he forced your hand on him harder with a strangled moan and you felt something hard twitching right against your palm before even more wetness spread on the fabric of his sweatpants.

“Oh, my god, Yangyang…” you whispered in disbelief, gently pulling your hand away to inspect the sticky substance on it. “Just like that?”

He didn’t even try to deny it. “I…uh…I’ve been exposed to the plant for too long, I guess…Sorry…”

“Are you feeling better–Oh!” you gasped when he suddenly pulled you on top of him.

“Are you kidding me?” he groaned, hiding his face in the crook of your neck while hugging your waist. “I just came in my pants, feeling the warmth of your hand while looking at you– I’ve never been hornier!”

How he admitted to it so openly made you blush. “Should we do more, then?”

You felt him nod. And before you could ask what was next, the muscle of his thigh flexed under you, causing you to let out a surprised gasp. He tensed at the sound, holding his breath and waiting patiently for your next move. Only when you moved your hips and he heard you moan weakly did he dare to exhale.

“Y/N, are you–? Oh god, oh god…” he breathed out against the sensitive skin of your neck, in utter disbelief because there was no way the woman of his dreams was riding his thigh.

“Is this okay?” you asked nervously, slowing your hips down just in case you were doing something he wasn’t comfortable with, but he whined, holding your hips and guiding them to move again.

“It’s so okay,” he quickly assured you. “Use my thigh all you want…”

“J-just once, okay?” you told him, but you were actually trying to convince yourself.

He didn’t reply, too busy bouncing you on his leg and getting lost in your little sounds.

“Hmm?” he asked absentmindedly, placing a wet kiss on your collarbone.

“I s-said this is– Yangyang!” you grabbed onto his shoulders for support and arched your back, feeling like you were about to explode.

“Yeah?” he breathed out, nibbling on your earlobe.

“I’m cumming–” you barely managed to whisper.

“Do it,” he urged you, helping you move faster, “do it, do it, c’mon, it’s gonna feel really good, baby, c’mon–,” he stopped mid-sentence and his eyes widened when he finally witnessed the beauty of having you cum right in front of his eyes. He had imagined it plenty of times, but he could never picture it right; he had no idea your voice could get this high-pitched, that your pupils would dilate this much, that you would feel this hot and wet on top of him…God, all his fantasies were wrong, so wrong, they could never do you justice. He had to memorize every single detail and never get off to anything else.

You were still coming down from your high when you felt a pair of warm lips on yours, soft and gentle. Yangyang was kissing you. Your platonic friend who stole your fries and called you a bro.

With a sudden yelp, you pushed yourself off him, standing up.

“What?!” he asked.“What’s wrong?”

“You kissed me!”

“...Yeah, and?”

“You can’t do that!” you exclaimed.

“You said we should help each other out!” he reminded you.

“Yes, but as friends,” you explained like it was obvious. “Kissing is too…intimate for friends.”

Yangyang stared at you with wide incredulous eyes. “Kissing is too intimate but humping my leg isn’t?”

“Yangyang, you don’t just kiss anyone!”

“You don’t fuck yourself on just anyone’s thigh either!”

“Right, but–,” you sighed and decided to come out clean. “I worry that if I kiss you I could end up feeling a bit confused.”

He looked up at you and listened attentively. “Confused how?”

“Like,” you tried to organize your thoughts while your body was burning up and a hot guy with a raging boner in front of you. “What if I like it?”

He stared at you, waiting for an explanation of how that would be a problem, scoffing when you didn’t elaborate. “God forbid you have a good time in a consensual sexual experience,” he mocked.

“I mean, what if I like it too much?” you clarified.

“What does that even mean?” he groaned, accommodating his hard-on and trying to understand the words coming from your mouth.

You were starting to get frustrated too. How could you explain properly that you were scared of falling even more for him while you were clenching at the view?

“Just no kissing, okay?”

He frowned and looked at your lips, mulling it over. He didn’t understand, nor did he like it, but he agreed regardless. “Whatever you’re comfortable with,” he finally said. “Anything else is off limits?”

“Do you have a condom?”

He shook his head.

“Then we should probably avoid penetration,” you said. “I’m not on the pill or anything like that so…”

“Right,” he gulped. “Let’s be careful. Anything else?”

You tried hard to think of more things, but your brain was foggy and everything was too hot, too suffocating.

Yangyang was feeling it too and he didn’t have the patience to wait for your entire list of forbidden things. “Y/N, my dick hurts,” he spoke with difficulty, pressing his palm on his crotch to relieve the discomfort. “Just tell me!”

You gulped and pressed your thighs together. “I uh…can’t come up with anything right n-now…thinking is h-hard…”

“Y/N, please,” he whimpered between elaborate breaths.

“How about you name something and I tell you if it’s okay or not?” you proposed. It should be easier this way.

“Can I fuck your tits?” he asked immediately.

You gasped and felt yourself get wetter at the suggestion. Yes, you told him to say what he wanted, and you knew he was blunt, but he had never been this blunt.

“What? Too intimate for you?” he asked half-seriously, half-mockingly.

“N-no, it’s…it’s fine,” you replied. “But how do we do it?” you asked nervously.

“Lie down,” he instructed with no hesitation, like he had thought about this too many times.

You complied and got back on the bed, nervously lying down and waiting to see what he would do next.

He slowly climbed on top of you and you felt your heart beat so hard and fast you worried it would break through your ribcage and escape your body. Yangyang was on top of you. Sweating, desperate for you, and his eyes looked at you with something you could have easily confused with love in a different situation.

With shaky hands he grabbed the hem of your shirt and started pushing it up, pausing when his fingertips touched the lace of your bra. He held his breath and his eyes met yours silently asking ‘Is this okay?’ and continuing when you bit your lip and nodded.

He barely grazed over your covered breasts when he finished wrinkling the fabric of your shirt near your neck and his dick twitched excitedly and the view of your hardened nipples under the thin material of your bralette.

“Y/N…” he whispered just to savor your name, humping your stomach in an almost unperceivable way. “Can I?”

“Just do it,” you whined, maybe wanting this more than him.

He nervously placed his hands on top of your breasts and let out a needy moan when he finally felt your softness and warmth in his palms. “M-maybe I’ll cum like this,” he commented. And he was totally serious because he was leaking again.

“No!” you said too quickly. “You said you’d fuck them,” you whined, arching your back and pushing your tits further into his touch, making him squeeze harder.

“Yeah? Want that?” he asked breathily, delighted at how quickly you nodded. “Shit, okay, okay…” he said, letting go of your chest and standing up to step out of his pants and boxers.

You used the opportunity to quickly take off your shirt and bra, too eager to be used and very pleased to see him freeze when he looked back at you and saw you half undressed. His jaw hung open and he just couldn’t look away. After all this time stealing glances at your clavicle and fighting his boner every time you hugged and he felt your boobs against his chest, you were willingly showing them to him. And he was about to fuck them.

“F-fuck…” he breathed out, straddling your chest. “Can I really?”

“Yangyang,” you whined, hitting his arm. “How many times do I have to say it?”

“One more?” he asked hopefully.

You rolled your eyes, but you were getting impatient enough to humor him. “Will you fuck my tits or not, Yangyang?”

He groaned, grabbing his base firmly to stop what wanted to come out. He took a deep breath in and positioned his member between your breasts, letting out a shaky breath when it slid on your skin, trapped between your boobs as you pushed them together.

“Shit, Yangyang…” you gulped when the tip of his cock got a little too close to your chin. “You’re kinda…”

“What?” he half-moans, sliding back and forward slowly.

“Big,” you whisper in disbelief.

He snorts, continuing the slow rhythm of his hips. “Perks of being a werewolf,” he shrugged. “This is average…”

“No way,” you laugh too, gasping when he pinched one of your nipples playfully.

“I swear,” he said half-laughing, half moaning as he accelerated his movements slightly. Everything felt so relaxed and fun with Yangyang.

So natural.

“Mm…Bet you would fill me up so good…” you commented absentmindedly, actively daydreaming at this point.

He halted, looking at you with wide eyes. “What did you just say?!”

“That you…would fill me up good?” you repeated, blinking up at him.

Oh, so he heard you well.

“Y/N, are you trying to kill me?” he asked.

“It was just a thought,” you mumbled.

“...Are you thinking about it right now?”

“Can you blame me?” you asked back. Of course you were. How could you think about anything else in this situation?

He groaned, thrusting hard. “Yeah? Do you imagine me inside of you moving like this?”

A soft moan escaped your mouth and you nodded, feeling droplets of hot precum land on your chest.

“Fuuck…it’s a shame we can’t,” he honestly lamented, rutting faster. “I really wanna…”

“Yangyang,” you called his name, your hands leaving the sides of your boobs to reach for his hands. “Yangyang, wait.”

He whined, looking at you in panic. What if you changed your mind and wanted nothing to do with him? He would cry. He would cry all night.

You pushed him lightly, making him stand up next to the bed as you sat up, and oh my god he really was about to cry because it looked like this was the end, until…

“Hold them,” you instructed, placing his hands where yours were before, on each side of your breasts. “Push them together, okay?”

He nodded. Anything you said as long as you didn’t actually make him stop. He shuddered when one of your hands caressed his hip bone, and then he noticed where your other hand was going…all the way down your stomach.

“Oh god,” he gasped, finally understanding the new position with him standing in front of you and you sitting on his bed, touching yourself. He bent his knees slightly to slide his cock back where he wanted and his eyes rolled back when he pressed your breasts together so tight that his tip released a tiny stream of white liquid. “ I love your tits so much,” he blurted out, resuming his chase for pleasure.

“Is that why you’re always staring at them?” you teased, tapping your clit.

“Y-you knew?” he asked nervously. Fear flooded his eyes, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. Instead, he thrust up faster, moaning uncontrollably.

“You d-don’t even try to hide it,” you reply, moving your fingers faster.

“I didn’t mean to stare,” he whined. “They’re just pretty.”

“Yeah?”

“Y-yeah, so pretty–Oh!” he moaned loudly when he felt something hot and wet touching his tip. You had opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, meeting his dick when he thrust up. “Y/N, fuck, fuck, are you for real?!”

You licked around the tip messily and that was all the answer he needed, he threw his head back and rutted against your soft skin once, twice–

“Oooh…Nngh….shit…” he moaned, letting go of your breasts and trying to focus his gaze as he looked down and saw you wrapping your lips around his tip, sucking softly. “You’re so fucking hot…”

When the taste of his cum invaded your tastebuds you felt another orgasm hit you and you moaned around him, while your thighs shook.

“I love you.”

You let go of his dick and looked up at him. His eyes met yours as he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

“What did you say?” you croaked.

He seemed to snap out of it, blinking and pulling his hand back, taking a step back as well. “Nothing,” he said quickly.

You tilted your head. You heard him say he loved you. It was his voice…

“Are you sure?”

“Yep,” he said, looking away awkwardly.

… Maybe the plant had hallucinatory effects too?

The tingling sensation in your center told you it wasn’t enough, and that immediately made you go back to solving the issue of why you both were half undressed in the first place. “Yangyang, I think I need more…”

“Oh, thank god. I’m still hard,” he sighed, kneeling in front of you and leaning in for a kiss before he quickly stopped himself, remembering the limits you had set. “Sorry, I forgot.”

You licked your lips and looked at his face. He wasn’t as red as before, and you also weren’t feeling as feverish as before. “I think it’s wearing down though. Maybe we just need one more.”

He nodded. “We can just rub one off quickly.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, lowkey hoping he meant you would do it to each other and not to yourselves.

“Or…” he hesitated.

“Yes?” you asked eagerly.

“We could– uh… I could…” he gulped, losing his confidence as his mind was getting clearer. “I dunno how to explain but, can I try something?”

“Sure,” you breathed out.

“Can you take your pants off?” he asked timidly, surprised when you did it immediately.

“Now what?”

His chest rose and fell heavily. He pushed you back until you were on your back on the bed again and he positioned himself between your legs pressing your bodies together and groaning at the wetness of your panties now sticking to his dick too.

“Oh, yes,” you moaned, arching your back and pushing your hips closer to his. “Best idea you’ve ever had–”

“No, I meant–wait,” he interrupted you and stilled your hips. He lifted the hem of your panties right where your inner thigh met your center, just enough for him to slide his dick under them and rest it directly on your wetness.

You gasped, grabbing his arm quickly. “Yangyang!”

“Shh, it’s okay,” he assured you. “I won’t put it in,” he explained, placing one of his hands on top of where his dick was nested, pressing down but leaving enough space for him to thrust his hips. He did it once, showing you how the little trap he had made with your panties and his hand allowed his cock to slide against your clit deliciously. “Like t-this…okay?”

You nodded quickly. “Y-yes, yes–Oh!”

He sighed in relief, sliding against you more earnestly. “Feel good?”

“So good,” you admitted, opening your legs wider for him. “Wish you were inside though–” you blurted out.

His cock twitched and he groaned, snapping his hips harder. “Yeah? I d-don’t think friends do that haa…ah…”

You shook your head, moving your hips to match his rhythm. “They don’t,” you breathed out.

“I don’t think they do anything we’ve done in the past hour either,” he continued.

Again, you shook your head. “B-but it feels so good…”

“Yeah? You like your friend’s cock rubbing your pussy?”

You were about to reply when Yangyang’s harsh thrusts got a little out of control and you felt something poke your entrance just enough to have you clenching around it. You moaned and he quickly pulled away.

“S-sorry, it slipped,” he said anxiously. “W-we can stop–”

“Again,” you begged, trying to pull him back on top of you.

“Y/N, we can’t–”

“Just a little,” you bargained.

He stared at you, dumbfounded, and then shook his head, as if he was trying to wake himself up. “We’re not w-wearing protection and–”

“Just the tip,” you insisted.

He groaned. “Y/N–”

“Please?”

You stared into each other's eyes, knowing damn well that you were not thinking clearly, but not caring at this point. Silently, he grabbed his dick and placed it right where you wanted it, pushing just enough for you to engulf his tip and have both of you moaning wantonly.

“This is a t-terrible idea,” he mumbled, pulling out and pushing back inside, driving himself (and you) crazy. It wasn’t enough, yet it was so good.

“It’s okay–ah!” you tried to excuse your poor choices. “We’re j-just ooh…helping each other out–AH!”

“Uhuh,” he nodded, building up his rhythm and switching between thrusting the tip in and sliding against your clit.

“Fuuuuck– You’ll be ascended to best f-friend for this, Yangyang–”

“Oh, hell nah. Fuck that.”

Just like that, Yangyang’s lips were on yours again. This time very on purpose.

“Y-yangyang w-wait,” you whined, though you were responding to his kiss too actively, sucking on his bottom lip eagerly. “Told you it’s gonna b-be confusing if we–oh!”

“Drop the act, Y/N,” he said between kisses. “Are you telling me you see me as a friend after all this?”

You whimpered. Was it that obvious?

“We’re not fucking friends,” he panted. “You’re not gonna push me deeper into the friendzone when your pussy is trying to suck me in like this.”

“B-but you said–”

“I lied, okay?” he confessed. “Yeah, I imprinted on you. No, I don’t wanna be just friends. And yeah, I know kissing you will make things even more confusing,” he admitted, rubbing and pressing his cock on your clit harder to have your eyes roll back as he continued kissing you. “I want to confuse the fuck out of you until you think you like me back. I don’t give a fuck if it’s unfair. I like you too much–no. I love you –oooh, fuck, fuck,Y/N!”

Your heart skipped a beat at the confession and a dumb smile formed on your lips and then he moaned and grabbed both your hands, positioning them around the base of his cock and holding them there as something started to grow.

“Oh my god…,” you sat up with difficulty staring in disbelief. “Is that your knot?”

He nodded wordlessly, applying pressure on your hands to signal you to squeeze there, hard. When you did he closed his eyes, his body tensed as he spilled spurts of cum on your center, smearing it all over your folds.

You kept squeezing and massaging the inflated base as he whimpered and thrust his hips up weakly. Finally, cum stopped coming out and he sighed.

You didn’t even have time to worry about your still pending orgasm, too preoccupied with processing his earnest confession, and by the time you reacted, he had already crawled down and taken your panties off.

“Shit,” he mumbled. “I made a mess…” caressing your labia and ironically making the sticky mess worse. “Lemme clean it,” were his last words before he slid his tongue between your folds.

Your hands quickly grabbed onto him, pulling his hair to get him closer to where you needed him the most. “Yes, Yangyang, please–”

“What the fuck you taste amazing,” he mumbled against your center, licking incessantly.

“That’s your own c-cum,” you laughed, interrupted by a moan when he tried to talk while still attached to your pussy.

“Mixed with yours,” his words were muffled as he moved his lips and tongue lazily to collect as much wetness as he could. “So good together…”

“Yangyang,” you spoke shakily, pulling harder to get him to your clit which he seemed to be avoiding on purpose. “N-not there, here…”

He kept lazily lapping at your inner labia, ignoring your instructions. “I’m helping you clean, like a good friend.”

“No, no, no, please make me cum,” you begged shamelessly. Your climax was so close you could taste it but he was playing with you.

“I dunno,” he detached himself from you and rested his face on his palms, locking eyes with you. “Making you cum with my mouth is too intimate for me…”

“You fucking–AH!” your complaint was cut short when he flicked your clit with the tip of his tongue just once, making you squirm desperately. “Yangyang, come on!”

“But what if you get confused?” he teased, swirling his tongue around your clit slowly.

“P-please, please, please, oh!” you sobbed when he stopped again.

“You sound confused, Y/N,” he cooed, kissing your inner thigh. “ Wouldn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“Fuck our friendship!” you finally yelled. “I like you. I like you so much. Kiss me, eat me out, fuck me as much as you want, please just do something…Oooh!”

He finally shoved his face between your legs and engulfed your clit with his lips, sucking on in, allowing you to guide his head however you wanted. He hummed in delight at your confession, determined to make you cum harder than ever to reward your honesty.

“Yes, yes, yes, Yangyang, don’t stop, please, right there ah, ah, ah!” you beg, thrusting your hips up.

You felt him chuckle and it was enough for you to reach your orgasm with a silent scream, arching your back and shaking while he lapped your juices eagerly.

And then you felt a sharp pain in your inner thigh.

“AH! What the fuck, Yangyang!” you exclaimed, sitting up rapidly and catching him with his teeth sunk into your soft skin.

His eyes widened at your reprimand, and he switched to licking the wound in a comforting manner.

“Why did you bite me?!”

“Got carried away. Sorry…”

Well, at least he didn’t cum inside you, just like you had agreed on. But you hadn’t considered that you two may end up tied up together in other ways.

“Yangyang…does it mean we are–?”

He looked at your panicked eyes and then back at his mark on your body.

“Maybe? I…I don’t know?” he said nervously. “Normally we bite our mates on their neck or somewhere around that area.”

“Then this one probably doesn’t count, right? We aren’t bonded or anything,” you lied to yourself. You knew it made zero sense that a mating bite only worked in a specific area of your body, but you were in no condition to process that you were bonded for life after your not-so-platonic crush ate you out in a house full of werewolves.

He caressed the wounded area lovingly. Something that felt weirdly like electricity traveled from his fingertip which was in contact with your skin all over his body, making him shudder and inhale sharply. He was 89% sure you were bonded, but he ignored his instinct to give you the answer you wanted.

“I guess it doesn’t work if it’s not on your neck.Maybe.”

“Okay, cool,” you sighed, letting your body finally relax now that the horniness was gone.

“Cool,” he echoed, biting his lip nervously. “So uhh…Wanna grab something to eat?”

“That pizza place down the street?” you suggested tiredly.

“Sure,” he said, standing up and grabbing his pants. He said the next part carefully. “It’s a date.”

You smiled to yourself, trying not to laugh at his nervousness. “Yeah, it’s a date.”

Yangyang could have died a happy man right there and then. He got dressed quickly and helped you sit up and get dressed too. He looked at your exhausted face and he found it endearing, especially with how it lit up after he gave you a soft peck.

You both would deal with the failed botany project later and the fact that everyone in the house probably knew what you did.

…And with the very real bite on your thigh that you both refused to acknowledge for now.

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mayaflowerxs · 3 years ago

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TRAITOR

Synopsis: You’ve had the biggest crush on the boy who wears the number 22 jersey for the longest time. Your best friend has now taken it upon herself to set you two up but what happens when the harsh reality is revealed before your eyes.

Warning: Angst / Fluff. Betrayal, swear words usage, It’s a long imagine prepare yourself.

Pairing: Yangyang x reader

Better understanding, read 1st -> HAECHAN

Series Masterlist: 90’s Love Franchise

“Don’t look now but here comes Yangyang!” Your best friend squeals. Smacking your bicep as he comes closer to taking a seat that’s right next to you. No matter how many times you sit next to him in class, you can never get used to it. You hate but also love how fluttered you feel when he’s near you. He doesn’t even have to say a word and you’re already a sweaty mess.

“Hey” he nods his head. An immediate smile brightens on your face. What a loser. A smaller voice sang in your head but you couldn’t care. Sitting up, you tried to contain the giddiness inside you and cleared your throat. “Hello Yangyang.” “Hi Yangyang!” Your best friend said loudly. Hand waving at him as he snorts and does the same. In your head, you were running a billion scenarios to think what you could choose. You wanted to start a conversation with him but no matter how many you came up with, you still couldn’t get the courage to open your mouth. And before you can finally make a decision, the teacher walked in. Great.

Throughout the class, you tried hard to not look at Yangyang. Even when he was seen as one of the popular boys a school, a jock and a jokester. You still admired how concentrated he was on getting his work done. He had all A’s and was the top of most of classes. Something you wished you were. You never could grasp the concept of most things which had you behind the class. Sometimes you had to take notes on things you’re not even required to. Studying harder than most and if it gets that bad, tutored. You try, you really do. It all got worse when you’re parents started getting on your ass about it. When you came home with your first D, they were disgusted by your low grade and haven’t gone easy on you since. They expect you to get all A’s and B’s. Heck, even when you do get B’s they still talk down on you. Wondering why settle for B when you could’ve gone above and beyond and got an A.

It’s why you don’t tell them anything. Not even your achievements because they’ll still find a way to talk bad. They’re never happy with what you do. And in ways, you feel like you owe them. They went to college and got great grades. Now one is a nurse and the other is a businessman. They got you everything you wanted and needed so you felt this immense pressure to make your parents proud. But how can you? Especially now with this boy you’ve crushed on for over 11 years who’s a reason why you can’t even write down proper notes.

You’ve known Lui Yangyang since the first grade. And immediately he became the funny kid everyone loved. Even the teachers in the grades above would call dibs to have him in their class. His adorable smile could cure anyone’s sadness. He’s very lovable and even though it’s been 11 years you still can’t get a sentence out to him. You weren’t close with him which is a bummer. But how can you? He’s a popular kid, where everyone who’s more well known and liked around the school would be crowding him. Your own best friend is more popular than you. She’s just as charismatic and outgoing like him. Her name is out there and you’re just a kid who people know but don’t actually know you.

When the bell rang, Yangyang grabbed his stuff and waved at you. “See ya y/n” Your small voice was overpowered by your best friend who told him goodbye. “Yeah…bye” you whisper.

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“Just talk to him y/n”

“Easier said than done. I mean look at you then me. You’re more talkative. It’s easy for you to make friends and me well, I’m just…awkward.”

“Well then stop being awkward.” Huffing, I shake my head and continue eating my lunch.

“Like I said, easier said than done.”

“Hey.” You hear the familiar voice say behind you. Turning, which almost had your neck snapped. You look up at the boy standing behind you. “Yang!” You hear your friend shout. “How are you? What brings you hear?” “Oh nothing, just came to say sup.” He smiles at her before looking down to meet your eyes. “Oh well uh…sup” You tell him. He laughs and nods. “Alright bye!” “Bye!” You and your friend waves as you see him walk back to his table. His friends immediately making space for him as the other popular kids (and followers), crowd around them again. “See that wasn’t so difficult right?” Gulping, you shrug. “Not at all” you say sarcastically. Feeling a shove from her as she giggles. “Oh you’re one of a kind y/n.”

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“C’mon Mark!” One of the girls on the bleachers yelled. The team were currently practice, yells from the coach was heard while the loud clash of the stick gets shoved harshly onto the ice. “Guess we’re not the only fan girls in here huh?” Your best friend wiggles her brows at you. “Why are we here?” She sighs and looks back at you. “Look, you need to stop being so shy. It’s been 11 years and you still haven’t tried to at least befriend him. That’s got to stop which is why I brought you here to make a change.” Whining in protest, she glared at you and drags you over to the bleachers and has you take a seat. For the remainder of the practice a few more people have come inside to watch them play. Once it was over a few of them went to the lockers while others walked up to their ‘fans’. Your eyes begin to widen when you see Yangyang start to walk closer to you and your friend. “Okay it’s getting late we better get going-“ “Not so fast.” She says gripping your wrist and sitting you back down.

“Hi girls. What a nice surprise. Why the sudden visit?” He says, helmet in his hand and leans a leg on the seat. “Eh just wanted to see what was the fuss about. Hear people like watching you guys play.” Your friends talks for you. You currently in your spot trying to keep it cool. “Oh yeah? And what did you think?” “You’re alright.” She shrugs. Elbowing you to speak but you shake your head. Yangyang laughs and nods. “And you y/n? Did you like the practice?” “Oh um, yeah. Think so.” “You think so?” “Well I-I don’t really know anything about the game. I was kinda…dragged to watch. Haha.” ‘What an idiot’ you tell yourself. ‘Now he’s going to think I’m totally not interested in him nor what he’s loves to do’

“Yeah would you like to learn all about the sport?”

Eyes wide, you look between him and your best friend. Silently asking her what to do. But she wasn’t much help, she was too focused on Yangyang and why he was wearing to notice what he even asked.

“Y-Yes?” He laughs and nods. “Alright. We should plan what day. But I got to go, I feel stinky in this gear. See ya girls!” “Bye!” She waves. “Bye.” You say silently. “See that wasn’t so bad!” “Yeah guess not.” This time you weren’t sarcastic. Looking at his leaving figure go through the metal doors that leads into the locker rooms.

The next day, your class period came around and this time you were much more excited to enter. Taking your seat, a minute later entered the boy you’ve been swooning over for years. “Hi Yangyang.” You say this time. Something you’ve never done. It not only shocked him but you too. “Well hello y/n. Nice to have you welcoming me for a change.” Blushing, you look away and see your best friend eyeing you two. A tight smile she throws at you before looking down at her notebook. “You ready?” “For what?” You tell him puzzled. “To learn all about hockey.” “Oh! Oh that’s today?” “Want it to be some other day?” “No! Today’s good.” “Great” Before you can answer him anything, your best friend has already leaned over. “And I’ll be there, wouldn’t want to miss it.” She tells him, smirking at you. “Okay good! See you two after school. I don’t have practice so it will only be us three.” Nodding, you felt the familiar sweaty palms begin to form.

As the time went by you began to grow more and more anxious. It was already your last period and only had about five minutes left of class. Your leg was bouncing like crazy and you couldn’t stop thinking about all the possible outcomes being in the stadium will have. What if things go bad? Or maybe good? No it’s me I never have good luck. Or maybe today’s the day that changes? When the bell finally rang, you were out the classroom. You didn’t know where to meet him or if he should find you. Maybe you needed to go to the stadium. It’s a good two blocks away from the school so that means you’ll have to find your best friend first to get there -

“Y/n! Over here!” Looking up front. You see your best friend with Yangyang. Walking towards you. “I was just about to look for you.” You tell her. “Oh well Yangyang here is in the classroom next to mine and his classes got out a few minutes early so he waited for me.” She says, smiling up at him. “Oh okay well that’s good.” “Shall we get going then?” “Yeah let’s go.” You say shyly. Going into your friends car and following Yangyang. It didn’t take long to arrive and before you knew it, you were already back inside the stadium that you visited yesterday.

“You guys should wear these.” Bringing up the skates you shake your head and try to push them back to his chest. “I c-can’t.” “Give me” your friend grabs them. “Why?” He raises a brow. “I can’t skate.” “Not even on ice?” “Not even if I had a parachute and was told I’d be given a million dollars.” He snorts and shakes his head. “I’ll teach you” “Then teach me too!” Your friend interjects. “I can’t skate either.” You were a bit confused on that. Your best friend was an expert on ice skating. Best of the best she was even an ice skater once but quit because it no longer ‘suited’ her. “I thought-“ leaning into your ear, she whispers. “I’m just helping you out. Don’t want to be too awkward around him right?” Nodding slowly, she smiles and looks at him. “Shall you get to teaching?” Nodding, he leads the way to the ring.

You wobbled like crazy and was currently holding the bar for real life. Yangyang couldn’t stop laughing, seeing your lower body slide down more and more. “Here let me help.” Wrapping your arm around his head as he grabs your waist to pull you up. Breath hitching since you’ve never been this close to him. Like ever. “Now move slowly one by one okay?” Following his step, each time he took one back, you took one forward. You still wobbled which had you frantic and only grip on him tighter. He chuckles and continues to help you move. “Think you can start sliding along the ice?” “Sliding?” “Yeah like moving regularly against the ice.” “I-I don’t know. I mean I can barely-“ “Yang! A little help here?” Y/bsf/n yells from her spot. He looks at you then back at her. “You think you’re gonna be okay?” Gulping, you nod slowly.

“Alright, if you need me just call my name alright?” “Yeah.” Letting go slowly, you tried to keep balance as he skates away. For a good hour there wasn’t much talk about how the game works. Yangyang was a bit busy trying to get you two to not fall on your ass. But it seemed like he focused more on y/bsf/n than you. Anytime he came to you, he was called away a minute or two later when she calls for him. You tried to not get your mood brought down. I mean she is your best friend. And if wasn’t for her, you wouldn’t be here right now. The most you’ve ever conversed with your crush. You’ve got to give it her and whatever she’s trying to do, you got to trust her judgment. “So how does the sport works again?” You ask him. Gasping a bit when you felt yourself slide a bit. He laughs at your frantic expression and moves over to you easily and smoothly. Circling around you like he’s done it for years. “Well it’s simple. First you need to have a team of six. But we have seven which isn’t that much of a big deal since it’s just one more member. Anyways the objective of the game is-“ “to score a puck into the net yeah.” I tell him. Moving slowly along the ice. “Yeah duh but what I mean is-“ “Yangyang! Look!” Both looking over to y/bsf/n, where she was now skating on the ice like how she always had. A natural doing what she knows best. You weren’t shocked since well you know that she was faking not knowing how to skate but Yangyang, the boy looked like he just birthed a deer and is now taught how to walk.

“That’s great, look at you!” Skating right past you as he joins her and they begin to skate around together. You stuck in the middle still only barely gliding. Sighing, you go back to try to move forward softly without falling.

“Where have you’ve been young lady?” My mother’s voice boomed the second I entered the house.

“I went to the stadium with y/bsf/n, we learned how to ice skate.” “Ice skate? What are you pursuing in that now?” “No-“ “Then why are you wasting time on that? You should be studying!” “I’m sorry, I’m going to get to that now.” Huffing, she walks back into the kitchen. The smell of food being cooked hitting your nostrils. Dad should be here anytime now. When entering your room, you settle your stuff down and sigh.

“What a tiresome day.”

You groan when you force yourself to sit up and start working on your homework. An hour go by and you still in bed, hand in hair as you try to keep it all together. You just couldn’t get through your head. How on earth can you finish the homework assignment if you can’t even comprehend it? Man you wish you had Yangyang’s brain so you can get the work done with. Speaking of Yangyang, the memory of you with him today made you smile. And before you knew it, the homework was left undone. The last few minutes was spent you daydreaming about him then later your name was called to eat dinner. The dinner didn’t go so well because it was the same old routine. Sitting down and have to heat your parents pester you about your grades. “You need to get a tutor y/n” your mother tells you. “Why? I’m doing good, I only need to lift my one D and then I’ll be fine.” “It’s not fine! Most of your grades are B’s and C’s. You have no A’s and now you have a D? I’m very disappointed in you y/n.” You father tells you seriously. You sigh and look down at your food on shame. “You’re getting a tutor and tomorrow you better come back with you saying that you have one.”“Fine. I’ll ask the school to find me one but if there’s no more smart kids left then you have to leave it up to me to be able to raise my grade.” “Fine.”

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The next day you told y/bsf/n about it and have you a sympathetic smile. “They’re still on about that?” You nod sadly and fiddle with your sleeve. “Now I have to find a tutor. How can I do that when it’s close to the end of the second semester?” “Yeah that will be hard to find. But I’m sure there’s someone still out there willing to help you out.” “Yeah…” “Oh! Did you hear?” “Hear what?” “Well I heard from someone in the debate team that Saerom and Haechan are dating.” “Oh really? That’s good that he’s out dating.” “Yeah but I don’t think he’s going to be the only one.” “What do you mean?” She sighs and looks down, “Yesterday after we went home. Yangyang had gone on a date with someone from his Geology class.” “Oh…” “I’m sorry -“ “No don’t be. Guess it wasn’t meant to be” you shrug your shoulders. Trying to keep yourself cool and collected. “Look classes are about to start, are you okay?” “Yeah I’m okay don’t worry! I better get going then.” Nodding, she lets you off without another word. Were you a fool for thinking he would actually like you sometime? Return your feelings? Maybe so.

When your period with Yangyang came around. You sat down in silence. When he enters he furrows your brow when you don’t even bat an eye at him. “No hi or hello?” You look at him and give him a tight smile. “Hey” you say in a whisper. Taking his seat, he turns to you. “You okay? Did the ice tire you out? Was it too much for your legs?” You shake your head and breath out. “No I’m quite alright. I’m just…worried.” “Worried?” “Yeah my uh, mother wants me to find a tutor and I think it’s too late for that. So yeah.” “What do you need to be tutored on?” “This class.” “Oh well I can tutor you.” “Really?” Y/bsf/n who was eavesdropping on the conversation looks over, “really?” She too says. He laughs softly and shrugs. “Why not, I got an A in this class and the topics are easy for me. I won’t mind.” “Yeah but you’re so busy. I mean with practice and…dates.” Quirking a brow, he wonders to what you mean, “Oh! Haha no! Me and dates? Psh. Haven’t had a real date in forever. Yesterday I just accompanied a friend. She’s been trying to make Haechan notice her. They’re kinda in some complicated terms at the moment.” “Oh!…oh.” You try to cover up the excitement. Not seeing your friend who was leaned back and glancing between you and Yangyang. A grimace that over time began to form more and more.

“So when would you like me to start with your sessions.” “Maybe Monday? I know you got that game today.” “Oh you do! I totally forgot.” You jump back a bit at her sudden burst. “Yeah, we got a few warm ups to do after school before the game starts. Will you two be attending? Would be nice to have someone cheer me on.” “Oh please you don’t need us to cheer you on! You have like a hundred fans maybe even more.” Y/bsf/n tells him as he shoves his bicep jokingly. He grins and nods. “But we’ll be there.” She finishes off. “Great.” “Okay class, eyes up front.” Giving Yangyang one last look before the two of you looked in front of you.

“Did you get that tutor I asked for you?” “Thought you would be at the hospital by now mom.” “Don’t change the subject on me missy.” “Yes mom, I did. He’s going to tutor me on Monday.” “He?” “Yes he’s a boy I sit next to in my class and he was nice enough to take more time out of his to help me raise my grade.” “Alright but you two better not-“ “Mom!” “I’m just saying!” “Anyways, today there’s this game. He’s uh in the team playing and he wanted me to attend-“ “You wanna waste more time on pointless activities?” “Please it’s a way to thank him for taking the time out of his day to tutor me.” With a final huff, she shrugs her shoulders. “Fine but you got to ask your father first before you go.” “Thank you!” You tell her as you kiss her cheek. “Yeah yeah but you better pay attention to him when he’s tutoring you!” “I will!” I tell while going up the stairs.

Arriving at the stadium. You kept looking down at your phone. Y/bsf/n said she would be getting there anytime soon but you haven’t heard from her in over thirty minutes. The game was about to start soon. Finding a spot to sit, the man behind the glass screen began to speak. Introducing the teams who were to be going up against one another. The crowd started to roar as they clapped for the teams. “Hey! Sorry for being late.” She says. Sounding a bit out of breath. “Oh it’s okay, traffic?” “You can say so.” She says and takes a seat next to you. Fixing her hair that was a bit messy. “Coming for their next win fourth time in a row, Nct U!” Cheers and boo’s were erupted as the team rushed out. Clapping as you looked for Yangyang. Seeing it a bit hard since they all looked like red and blue blurs. Finally catching sight of him, he looks up and scans the crowd until they find you. Waving at you, you go to wave at him until you notice he wasn’t particularly looking at you. Looking besides you, you see your best friend waving at him lowly so you wouldn’t notice. A glint of mischief in her eyes as she had a small smirk on her face. Even with his helmet on you could still see a small grin on his face. You didn’t want to look too much into it but over the course of time you did notice the little things.

How your best friends always butted in your conversations about him. How she always asked for his attention when it wasn’t needed then says it was for your own good. How she sounded shocked when he suggested that he could tutor you. You felt like something between them is going on since times like when he was teaching how to move around in the skates, he would always glance over at her to see if she needed help. Glanced at her when you had your head down trying desperately to write down all the notes. And now she was late, hair messy and now she has this look on her face as Yangyang is grinning. At her. Was there something going on? No it can’t be. I mean she’s your best friend, she knows you’ve had the hots for him years on end. She couldn’t possibly have a crush on him nor secretly be hooking up with him…right?

You tried to push those thoughts in the back of your head. But every time the team scores, she would jump up and clap. Yelling out Yangyang’s name. “Isn’t he great?!” She asks you. Faking a smile, you nod and cheer for him. Not as excitedly as her though. And when the game was over, you two began to make your way out. “Hey I’m going to the restroom you can head out.” “You sure?” “Yeah see you Monday!” Already making her way far from you, “oh okay. See ya” As you were making your way, you had the urge to go and congratulate Yangyang on his win. Walking through the halls and trying to read the signs. You hear the faint voice of Haechan’s. Calling someone’s name out. Going the opposite way, you then see a sign that says locker room. Knocking on it, you didn’t hear any voice. It was a risk that you could possible see something you couldn’t possible prepare you no matter how much you can imagine it in your mind. But you walk in. Looking around, the room was silent. Until you heard whispers.

Peeping your head out from one of the lockers. You gasp lowly when you see your best friend and Yangyang. Pulling him in for a kiss. Pushing him up against the lockers as she wraps her arms around his neck. You could hear your heart shatter. Your suspicions were right. What hurt most is that your best friend was keeping this from you. Why? Why pretend everything was fine? That nothing between him and her was happening. Feeling tears start to well up in your eyes, you looked away when Yangyang start sucking hickies on her neck and she moaned his name out. Shaking your head, you turned back around and walked out. You felt betrayed. Absolutely betrayed and what upset you more is that you really thought you had a chance with him. You should’ve known from the beginning. I mean your compatibility with him compared with your best friend was different. Those two go well together and you, well you can barely muster up a sentence with him.

What was going to hurt even more is come back Monday, where Yangyang is going to have to tutor you. A part of you doesn’t know if you want your best friend to come clean or continue like nothing happen because whatever decision she makes it will still hurt nonetheless. Rushing to get out, you slam the doors open wide when you hear a groan. Gasping, you peep your head out and see that one of the players, Mark is currently scrunched over in pain. “Oh my god I’m so sorry!” “No…no it’s fine.” Feeling out of breath, he keeps covering his lower area. Eyes widening when you realized the metal door knob hit his crotch. “Do you need help? Oh gosh I really didn’t mean to!” “No I’ll be okay don’t worry-“ “You sure? Can I at least make it up to you like…you want food or clothes? Gas?…” he snorts and looks up at you. “Already asking me out?” Freezing you’re lost for words. “Um…uh-“ he laughs and stands up properly. “Im joking about that. But yeah food sounds nice. I’m Mark by the way.” “Y/n” “So what has you running out so frantically that got you shoving the doors wide open?” “It’s, well it’s complicated really.” “Well thank goodness we’re getting food. You can tell me then.” “O-Okay”

You felt awkward. Not uncomfortable but awkward. You never talked to any of the other guys in the team, and now here you are in Mark’s car. Driving to an In n Out because you’re making it up to him for hitting his crotch with a door knob. You heard much about Mark just like Yangyang and the others. Mark is pretty popular with the ladies like Jeno. Difference is, Jeno doesn’t date. Mark though, he dates when he absolutely is interested in someone. He has hookups but not much as Jeno. He only does it when he wants to which isn’t a lot. When arriving there, you two got in line and the silence was very overbearing for you. Although Mark didn’t seem to have a problem with it. If anything, he took that time to look over you. When getting to order, you two said what you wanted. When given the price, you grab your phone that helped your credit card. “Here you go.” You hear Mark’s voice say. Looking over you see that he already handed his to the cashier. “You do know this was my way to repay you for accidentally hurting you right?” Mark only smiles at you and thanks the cashier after getting his card back and the receipt. Filling your drinks and following him to take a seat near a window. Sun already almost down. Lights around the city beginning to turn on.

“Yeah but I don’t like seeing ladies paying for me. Feels a little disrespectful for letting them do so.” “How so?” “Well I was raised to be a gentleman, I don’t like letting woman pay when I should be doing so.” “Yeah but shouldn’t it be a 50/50. Especially if you’re in a relationship. Wouldn’t you want your girlfriend to be even with you?” “That’s what my girl said.” “Y-Your girl?” “Yeah she’s this very cute adorable being who’s in my English class. She’s an ace in everything and wears this freaking cute classes. Has her nose all twitchy.” You couldn’t help but smile at him. He looked so sweet, all lovey dovey talking about his girlfriend. “But she doesn’t like it when I spoil her. Scolds me when I don’t let her pay for stuff. We actually had a fight about it.” “Really because you won’t let her pay?” “Well not exactly…” “Then what?” “Well you see I don’t like her paying. But that also means I don’t like her buying certain stuff.” “Like?…” “Well she likes wearing skirts and tank tops. She also wears shorts which isn’t a problem it’s just that…” “What?” “She wears them to school.” Unintentionally laughing out loud, you quickly cover your mouth. He frowns at you and talks.

“It’s not funny I’m being serious.”

“You don’t like her wearing certain clothes? Seriously?” “I don’t mind her wearing them I mean she has a great ass and everything. My god she’s a literal goddess-“ “Okay Mark going a little overboard.” “Sorry, but it’s just. The guys at schools are pigs. They’ll literally kiss and hump anything that has an ass and tits.” “Yeah tell me about it.” You nod and drop the laughter. “Really? What’s your story?” He raises a brow at you. Taking a sip from his soda and crosses his arms.

“Well I um, have a crush. On this boy. My best friend knows my crush about him but today I…saw them. Together. Hooking up.” I tell him in pauses. Trying hard to hold in tears and the hitches that are trying to keep me from breathing evenly. “Oh dang I’m sorry about that.” “Don’t be, you’re not at fault.” “Well whoever he is, he’s passing up a great girl like you. As your friend, ouch she is terrible for doing that to you.” Nodding I look down at my hands. His hand resting on top of mine. “You shouldn’t be going through that. Really. You know if you’re looking for a new best friend, I know this very cute girl who wears these adorable glasses-“ giggling, I smile and nod at him. “Thank you Mark. I appreciate the nice gesture, and kind words I really needed that.” “Of course anytime.” “And as for you. You should trust your girlfriend on this. Let her wear what she wants. It’s not her fault men are pigs. Besides your a ice hockey player, if anyone even dares to think about her in any inappropriate way you can just body slam them.” He laughs and nods. “You’re right. Thank you now shall we go get our food?” “Yes we shall.” You give him a genuine smile.

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Monday rolled around pretty quickly and you weren’t ready at all. You didn’t know what to do and you ignore every single call from your best friend. When you were dropped off by Mark he gave you his phone number along with his girlfriends. He was able to convince you to keep them just so if you needed knew friends they would be there. You felt awkward accepting a number of a person you didn’t talk to be he assured you his baby was the sweetest person and is very accepting. And also that she is in need for a new friend. (He doesn’t sound quite fond of the ones she has now)

When you got to the campus you tried to keep it cool. She wasn’t there like she usually is which is right in front of the school doors. Must be with him. It hurt to just even mention is name, figuring it’s best to go with him. You walked to your locker and out in the stuff you wouldn’t be needing. “Hey!” You heard her voice beam. The voice you really didn’t want to hear. Closing your locker, you look besides you and feel your chest tighten. Next to her was Yangyang himself. His usual grin on his face. “Hello, both of you.” “Hey y/n. I just came to see you two before classes. I didn’t see you after the game I was bit sad about that. No congratulations?” He teases you. Hands on his hips as he tilts his face. Averting your eyes at him, you look over at y/bsf/n. Her eyes were concentrated on her shoes. Chewing the inside of her cheek like she normally does when she’s keeping something from someone. Something you never really seen her do. And now that she is, you felt even worse. You wanted to confront them. Tell them you found them sucking each other’s faces but the other part of you just wanted to walk away from them. Get rid of yourself in their little group that they made.

Before you were able to come up with something, you feel a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, your face scrunches when you see a girl there. Glasses prompt on her nose. Seeing the small twitch in them. She looks so adorable, books in arms as she wears an oversized hoodie and bikers shorts underneath. This has to be Mark’s girlfriend. She fits in every description Mark have you. “Hi!” She waves at you. A beam of energy in her ignites. “Oh hello how can I help you?” You tell her shyly. “Mark told me about you and-“ “You met Mark?” Yangyang interrupts her. Y/bsf/n looks at you in wonder. “Yeah, I met him on Friday.” Looking back at her who was still waiting to get her words out. “What were you saying?” “Oh yeah! Um I heard great things about you and was wondering if you would like to have lunch sometime? If you want you can sit with me and Mark?” “Oh well that-“ “That sounds great!” Y/bsf/n says out loud. Confusion written on you as you glance at her.

“Mark sits in Yangyang’s table. How about we all sit there for lunch yeah?” “Sounds like a great idea” Yangyang says. Looking at her. Your throat feels like it was beginning to close up. He was admiring her. Eyes filled with want. And now you have to have lunch with that. And what’s worse is that they’re doing it right in front of you. What was suppose to be your best friend is giving him that smile you always gave him. Looking away, you nod at her. Trying to hide away the sadness. “Sure. We’d like that.” “Okay great! See then bye!”

“Well look at you making new friends.” Y/bsf/n squeals. Touching your elbow. Instinctually moving it away from her touch, you nod. “Yeah, I uh got go. See ya.” Walking away, you don’t look back and see the confusion on both of their faces. The look of concern from Yangyang as he stares at your figure until it’s not spotted anymore.

“You okay? You seem out of it?” Yangyang asks you during class. “Yep. Just paying attention.” You tell him monotonously. “Hey y/n. You okay?” “I’m fine y/bsf/n.” You tell her, a hint of a cold tone to it. She leans away and goes back to her work. You knew that throughout the class they would steal glances at one another. Motioning their chins to you, asking the other what was up with you. But you didn’t try to tell them you were fine. No more reassuring. What difference does it make? You felt absolutely betrayed. When the bell rang, they tried to talk to you but you brushed them off. Telling them you would meet them in the cafeteria.

“Hey man” Mark greets Yangyang. Doing their usual hand shake, Mark eyes y/bsf/n who was standing next to him. “Who’s this?” “My…girlfriend.” “Girlfriend?” Two voices asks. Thing is, one was behind them. Both Yangyang and y/bsf/n turn around and see you were behind them. You knew those two were hooking up but they were actually dating? When were you ever going to be noted about this? “Y/n I-“ shaking your head, you lift your arm to keep her from talking. Taking a few steps back where you bump into Mark’s girlfriend. “Oh y/n hey. Glad you joined us.” “Sorry but I can’t. I got to get some fresh air.” Walking past her, she goes to ask you if you needed anything. When y/bsf/n calls out your name. “Y/n!” Following after her, Yangyang is frozen in his spot. He was absolutely lost. Did y/n not know he and her best friend have been hooking up since the beginning of the school year? It’s been only a few days since those two made it official after the game.

Mark put the pieces together and immediately knows that the boy you were referring to was Lui Yangyang. “Oh man you’re an idiot.” He mutters.

“Y/n wait!” “What?!” “Let me explain-“ “Explain what?! Aren’t you suppose to be my best friend? You knew I liked him since 1st grade damn it! You were the one who wanted me to make progress with him and now that I have here you are?! What’s wrong with you?” You shout at her. The empty hallway echoing. Sniffling as you use the back of your hand to dry your fallen tears.

“Well it’s not like he was into you anyway” she says bluntly. “What?” Scoffing, she shakes her head. Eyes on anything but you. “Look y/n. Me and him we’ve been hooking up since the beginning of the school year alright? I didn’t feel anything towards him so it’s why I was telling you to go for it.” “Were you never planning on telling me?! You still hooked up with him even when you knew about my crush on him!”

“He never liked you! You can’t get mad at me that he’s into in me and not you. And now that I like him well it’s not like you can do anything. He likes me, I like him. No one not even you can do anything to prevent us from dating-“ the hallway’s silence was erupted when a loud slap was heard. The gasp from y/bsf/n and her cheek beginning to turn red shocked her. Never would she have expected that. You never in a million years would result in violence. Physical or verbally. But you felt so betrayed, before you, stood the biggest traitor on the planet. She didn’t deserve to be left with you broken and in tears. No she deserved the outcome of your wrath.

“Lose my fucking number!” You shout at her with a stinging hiss to it. Your voice has never sounded this scary. Never have you ever raised your voice ever. She was met with a whole new side of you that kinda frightened her. And you a little. Turning around, you walked off campus. You felt too angry, and you had a good thirty minutes of class. You wish you could just ditch school but you didn’t want to be stuck hearing your parents yelling. So instead you grabbed a pass and left the campus for the remainder of the lunch period.

_______

Already the end of school hours, you rushed off to leave already. Quickly grabbing your stuff in your locker and walking out of the building.

“Hey y/n! What happened? You ran off and when y/bsf/n came back she had a red mark on her face. Why did you two fight?” Yangyang stops you. Grabbing you just before you left the school grounds. Sighing, you shove his hand off you.

“Yangyang I think it’s best if you no longer talk to me. Sorry it’s came to this but I can’t do this-“

“Hey. What’s wrong talk to me-“

“That’s the problem! I can’t! I’m going through something that you can’t understand because you’re not in the same level as me! You wouldn’t understand my perspective Yangyang!” You yell at him.

Taking a step back. He didn’t expect you to be this upset. He’s never seen you this upset, ever. “Is it because of me? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt your feelings?” He only begins to ask more questions when he sees tears begin to fall down your face. Shaking your head, you wipe your tears away. Hating how he’s seeing you in such a vulnerable state. Something you always tried to keep at bay. Never wanting anyone from school to see you like that. Not even your crush of 11 years.

“Tutoring is off. I don’t need it anymore.”

And with that you had walked away and he didn’t go after you. And you didn’t want him to. It’s best if you never interacted with them ever again.

_____

“Y/n! Someone is here for you!” Your nerves rise, who could it be? It better not be that traitor of a friends of yours. Well ex friend. Walking down the stairs slowly, you see your mother walking back from the door. A wicked smile on her face.

“Never knew it was that young gentleman a few blocks down.”

Confused. You walk over to the door and freeze when you see Yangyang stood there. In his head still which could only mean he just got back from practice.

“What are you doing here Yang?”

“Still need to be tutored.” “What?” Closing the door behind him. His backpack in hand, he walks over to you. “So where do you want to study?” He smiles at you softly, eyes over at your mother who was listening in on you two.

Not wanting to make a bigger deal especially in front of your mother who really wants you to raise your grade, you nod and motion for him to follow you up to your room. When you two did enter, you closed the door behind you. Turning around to face Yangyang who plopped himself on your bed. “Can I use your bathroom? To take the gear off…” “Oh yeah, it’s in tat door right there.” Sitting on your bed, you hear the door click shut. Running a frustrated hand through your hair. What was he doing here? Did he forget what you said earlier? Is he acting dumb?

“Alright. Ready?” Eyeing him as he sets his stuff on the ground and sits on your bed, he looks at you and tilts his head. “What?” “No, you what. What are you doing here?” “To tutor you duh-“ “Yangyang” sighing, he nods and looks down at his hands. “I don’t know what happened back there. But I don’t want to lose you for it.” “Lose me? Yangyang why would you care? We weren’t even friends before that.” Looking up at you, you began to regret it immediately. The instant look of hurt in his eyes looking into yours. “Oh. Well I thought of you as one.”

“Yeah. That’s the problem.” You mumble. Facing away from him, silence overtaking the room. He hates it. He hates that your shutting him out. He hates seeing that frown on your face.

He hasn’t felt this way recently. In ways, he always has for the years he’s known you. Ever since he bumped into you in the first grade and accidentally hurt you, he’s always had this instinct to look out for you. When he saw you crying, he never left your side for a good week. And the week after, he would go up to your ‘best friend’ and ask if you were doing alright.

An instinct to make sure you never have another frown on your face. He’s been doing it for 11 years now.

“Please talk to me” he pleads, his fingers taking hold of your chin. “I really liked talking to you, even if it’s the most we have in the 11 years we’ve known each other.” “You actually remember me all these years?” “Why wouldn’t I?” “I don’t know, you’re popular. You get along with other extroverts. Like…your girlfriend.” What a sting to your chest when you mentioned her. “Believe me, I’m actually an introvert.” Scoffing, you shake you head and lay down on your bed. “Hard to believe that.” “No really.” Following your lead. He lays down next to you. Face propped on top of his hand. “All those people can’t even tell me what my favorite snack is. When they’re crowded around me, I don’t even speak much of anything to them. I usually speak to those I’m close with.” “Like the boys in your team?” “Yep and you” “I don’t know your favorite snack.”

“I know yours.” “Oh yeah? Which one?” “Skittles. And when you’re more into the sweeter side, Reese’s because they’re easy to chew and taste amazing.” “H-How?” You don’t remember telling him anything about your favorite snack. Heck the most you remember telling him is your favorite color on a random school day when he was your desk partner. But you were sure he didn’t hear you because his friend was sitting next to him and were pretty loud.

“I listened to everything you told me when we were desk buddies in the fifth grade.” Gasping, you snicker and shake your head. “No way. I thought I was talking to myself the whole time. You actually listened to me?” Nodding, he throws you that adorable smile to you. “I always did. It’s hard to not listen to that adorable voice of yours.” Nodding, you didn’t realize when you two began to lean on closer and closer. When you did snap out of it, you cleared your throat and moved your head.

“So shall we get to studying.” He nods softly, grabbing his notebook out of his bad. “I’m feeling thirsty. I’m going to go get water, you anything?” “Water will be good too. Thanks.” Walking out of your room, Yangyang lets out a loud breath of air. He didn’t know what was going over him. He knew what was about to happen. He knew it was wrong. He’s taken for crying out loud. Yet in that moment, he didn’t care. It felt right. And when you pulled away, he wasn’t thinking that it was a bad idea to be this close to someone that isn’t your girlfriend. No he thought it was a bad idea that you pulled away instead. Why was he thinking this way? You were nothing but a good friend he wishes he could’ve gotten closer with.

‘Alright come on Yangyang. Snap out of it.’ He mentally tells himself.

‘She’s not your girlfriend. She’s your friend’

‘That’s right. She’s just a friend you’ve known since the first grade’

‘Y/n is just a friend nothing else. You already have a girlfriend’

‘Your girlfriend is y/n , and she’s who you’ve always had a crush on - no wait!’

In shock, he opens his eyes, widened he couldn’t believe himself.

“Oh my god I’m whipped for her”

_____

Tuesday came and another day spent at school. This time you spent your time with Mark and his girlfriend and she was the sweetest. Shame you didn’t befriend her earlier. During your period with them. You sat in front. The students piling in, ignoring the sad look Yangyang gave you. Hoping that maybe you would’ve sat in your usual seat for him.

He couldn’t stop glancing over at you. And throughout the entire period, he was the one distracted. He was the one who couldn’t write down any notes. His girlfriend took your spot and wouldn’t stop touching him which before he liked but now he couldn’t help but find irritating. What’s wrong with him? I mean wasn’t this what he wanted? To be with your ex best friend? I mean he knew she had a crush on him since 8th grade but he never acted upon it because well he wasn’t interested. If anything he kinda stayed away from dating. Well that’s what he told himself. When Jeno asked him if he sees himself dating anyone, his eyes averted over to you sitting by a tree in the 8th grade. Now to think of it, he actually was one to date. But only for one specific person. Part of him hoped you would look at him the way he secretly looked at you. And when you couldn’t even look at him or give him complete sentences he thought all hope was lost. It especially hurt him when your best friend had told him you didn’t like him. Maybe that’s why he turned to your best friend. Because she was the closest thing in relation to you.

There were times when he was hooking up with her where his mind would avert to you. He always thought because you and her are always together. It’s why he accidentally thinks if you. But the more he thinks of it, he hates that he’s now stuck with her and not you. He hates that he’s on the other side of the bed he doesn’t want to be on. He began dating your best friend in hopes that it will be secured that he would most definitely get closer to you and now here you are, seats away from him and can’t even open up to him as to why.

What was worse is that during lunch, he sat with his friends. His girlfriend with him who couldn’t stop touching his hair. Eyes across the room where he sees you chatting with Mark and his girl. That should be him not Mark. Mark shouldn’t be getting closer to you and getting to know more things about you. He shouldn’t be there cracking jokes that you spit your water out for. He should be the one to do that.

“You alright baby?” He hears her voice say.

Looking away from you, eyes on hers. He felt conflicted. Was he making the right choice? Of course not. He didn’t feel anything towards her. Now that he’s right besides her, staring deeply into her eyes he didn’t feel that spark of ecstasy. The joy he had. The joy he had knowing he was closer to you.

“No”

Currently laughing at a dumb story Mark was telling, finding hilarious at the snide comments his girlfriend made. You felt happy. Happier than ever. You were free from that traitor. You were free from her negative energy and now here you were having a nice time with your new two friends. Before Mark is able to finish his story, you hear gasps and ooh’s heard from around the cafeteria. Looking over to the source, you see the said traitor getting up in anger.

“Fuck you!”

Eyes following to her stare, you gasp when seeing Yangyang sat there with milk spilt all over his head. Walking away in anger, she passes by your table and glares at you. Scoffing, she stomps out of the cafeteria. It felt awkward, the tension. But little by little people began to resume to what they were once doing.

“Oh my god, poor Yangyang.” You hear your friend tell you.

“It’s about time he broke up with her.” Mark tells her.

Ignoring them, you watch as Yangyang gets up and walks out. A part of you wanted to follow him, and the other well you didn’t know. You ignored that part because here you were, up on your feet rushing after him. Seeing the familiar figure enter the bathroom.

“Yang?” You knock on the door. After a few seconds you fall in when the door opens. Squealing, you were now fallen into the arms of the golden boy. “Y/n? What are you doing here?” He tells you. Hair wet from taking off the milk and shirt damped from it. “I wanted to check up on you.” “I broke up with her.” “Oh well um, I-I’m sorry for that. I know you really liked her-“ “No I didn’t. I don’t even know why I thought dating her would be a good idea. This whole time my motive wasn’t to go after her.” “No?”

Staying quiet. He looked conflicted, he wouldn’t meet your eyes and was playing with his hands.

“Yangyang?”

“I’m sorry” “Sorry? For what?”

“For what I’m about to do.”

Grabbing your face, he pulls you in. Softly kissing you. For 11 years you’ve always imagined this day and now it has come. And yet no matter how realistic it seemed in your head, it didn’t in reality. It felt like a fever dream. His lips felt a lot more softer than you imagined. Pulling away, you stay frozen. Breathing in the air that was taken away from you. His head on yours, not wanting to pull away.

“I’ve had a crush on you since first grade and yet I was too oblivious to realize it. I did stupid decisions just because I didn’t have the balls to confess to you. I thought dating her was the closest thing to dating you. I thought it would help me get closer to you too and now I know how stupid that ended up being.”

“She knew. She knew I had a crush on you.”

“I know. She told me in the cafeteria, she lied to me by telling me you weren’t interested in me.”

“She did what?”

“But that doesn’t matter because no matter how many lies she tells me, my feelings for you aren’t. I really do like you. For the longest, and it’s hard going on with the years and still not confessing to you.” He mumbles, lips centimeters away from yours.

“Well…I liked you since the first grade too.” That similar bright smile appeared on his face once again. Replicating one yourself.

“Can I…kiss you?” You tell him shyly.

“Only if you become mine.” He tells you, holding up his pinky. Snorting, you laugh at him. Whining, he looks away from you. “Im trying to be cute here!” He tells you in between your neck.

“Deal.” You tell him, wrap your pinky around his. Jumping away from your neck, he leans in and kisses your lips he’s fallen in love with already. A content sigh escapes him, feeling his day immediately getting brighter.

A traitor resulted in bringing you the best golden boy you could’ve ever asked for.

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Missing An Exam Would Be Better Than This Shit- Taeil Moon x Reader (19+)

Missing An Exam Would be Better Than This Shit L14R

Summary: They love each other but to keep this relationship going they hide their lies and have a lot of seggs, until you slip up with your words. [Sumn about a sweet boyfriend Taeil and a bad girl reader?]

Notes: Taeil is a college student as SM university, headed by a shrewd business man that only cares about grades and good P.R. Y/N is a part of Gold Hunt ran By Kun. Her best friends are Lulu bell, Yanggie, Dre and Jun. They are way to close as they have been everything to each other from strangers to lovers.

That was worse than I expected

!This Is A Work Of Fiction! !This Is A Work Of Fiction! !This Is A Work Of Fiction! !This Is A Work Of Fiction! Something about that little incident made you grab onto him. You felt as though you could care less but your breath was stifled, you eyes were pressured behind your eyes as you wondered what the fuck happened to lead you to this moment. Instincts can be divided into four characteristics, and your cute gentle boyfriend awoke all of them in you. Freud decided back in who knows when that instinct can be broken into two phenomena, mentally and physically, psychological and biological. Your instincts became a representation of your physical and mental needs. This man drew it all out and broke it down.

At this very moment, Taeil wanted to go to the bookstore to get a reference text for one of his classes. It was a sheer amount of pressure building in you as he stumbled out of his class. Through the halls of the college to the front where you sat leaning against your motorcycle. You stood in a pair of high leather boots, a black denim jeans and a print t-shirt of a cartoon character. Waiting patiently as your heart pounded against your ribs.

What was Taeil wearing? How was his classes?

You could feel the raw strength of your knees shaking as you tried to fight the towering building telling you he was drawing closer after a quick glimpse at his message.

Freud said the aim of instinctual impulses was satisfaction of which can be achieved in numerous ways. Slowly you looked up to see the sun shining down directly overhead as the brown hair man laughed loudly, almost falling out of the school’s doors. His friends Mark and HaeChan are hanging off each other.

The pair in total opposite clothes, Mark in a white t-shirt and blue denim jeans, hair falling into his eyes from the oily sheen of overwork. HaeChan normally wore much more formal clothes. A red track suit, with some layered silver chains, and his favourite sneakers.

Before you could get a proper glimpse at your boyfriend a pair smashed into him sending him tumbling into the arguing Taeyong and Doyoung walking in front of the group. In a blue oversized sweater and Doyoung in a black shirt. The couple was always contrasting in outfits but looked f*cking hot next to each other. You could only imagine what they were like in the bedroom.

Johnny, was grabbing wildly at the air as he hit the ground, his muscle shirt flaring up as Ten fell onto him. Ten was dressed in a light blue dress. With black and white striped stockings. Ten was also so sexy. His long legs and outward personality that just eluded confidence?

Ten was the perfect man that could switch from masculine to feminine. Paired with the hunk of a man called Johnny? Ten couldn’t be the top in their relationship...could he?

Finally you were able to gaze upon Taeil’s attention. As Freud said there must be an object to which the gratification to ease the pressure must be released when the direct form of release is blocked. To you that was looking at him. As though the Gods themself had illuminated a beam for him. Taeil glowed. Radiance of his olive skin, and loving eyes, straight bowed nose that was like cupid himself had given up in the face of Taeil’s creation.

Looking at Taeil you couldn’t wait to worship his body. Taeil may have been older than you but you had more experience in life and s*x. Yet somehow this grey hoodie wearing man was the source of your impulses. Not a single ex could stir the feeling in your chest...neither in your heart...your stomach….nor in between your legs. This man drew every sensation out of your central nervous system. He made your brain secrete hormones that you never knew could be released.

“Illy broooo!!!” Mark yelled so loud you heard.

Taeil laughed.

“You sexy biker girls waiting,” HeaCHan finished laughing.

“Who’s gonna be bending later?” Johnny teased, “You? Or Her?”

“Honestly...I can’t see her being the bender,” Ten stated running the distance to wrap an arm over your shoulder, “Tell me babe? Who goes down and who screams?”

“Tennie, tell me where you got those stockings,” You smirk running a hand along his leg, “I’d love to see them over my shoulders.” You nipped at his ear.

“Babe~” Ten whispered into your ear, “You can’t handle me,”

“Wanna bet?” You ask spinning Ten to face you, leaning against the bike as you pulled him closer to you, “I can F*ck you silly on the open road you know. Let everyone see that tempting body.”

“Okay you two we are still on campus!” Johnny yelled, jogging closer. Leaving the other behind as they walked at their own pace.

“Illy bro! Your girl wants Ten now!” Doyoung called back. As Taeil seemed to reach into his bag, taking his phone out to take a picture of you and Ten. Your eyes drifted over to him, as you ran a hand to Ten’s *ss causing him to giggle. Lookingas Taeil took the photo causing him to be jeered at by the boys.

“Come on Babe, let Bun go,” Johnny laughed. Eyes widening as a neatly dressed older man stepped out of the doors. He was in a simple black suit and held an air about him as the entire court yard quieted.

Letting Ten out of your arms, Ten pulled the Black bow out of his hair, and stepped behind the bike to hide the skirt he was wearing. A man who could make Ten act like a ‘normie’?

Who the hell was he? You were curious as you noticed all the boys getting shifty and removing hands from each other as he walked over to the group.

“Who the f*ck is that?” You whisper to Johnny.

“The big boss...our Dean Soo Man,” Johnny whispered back. Watching as from behind him Jaehyun popped out. You hated the atmosphere that he made the boys change to, but what did you know?

You didn’t go to this school. It was one of the biggest and most well known schools in the world, known for its prestige and high achieving students. Yet you were just an aloof, nobody who happened to meet Taeil.

“Jay Jay!” You screamed out to the man. Noticing how HaeChan and TaeYong flinched at you yelling out. Even the Dean looked surprised, had he not noticed you?

“Shut up,” Mark jumped, “Don’t mak-he’s coming over isn’t he?”

Nodding as this infamous Soo Man walked over, Jay in tow.

“Good Afternoon boy,” SooMan greeted, looking over at each other them before stopping on you, “And who might you be young lady?”

“Pleasure Mr Dean Sir,” You grinned out, gesturing as he encased your hand in a shake, “I’m ______+. I’m sorry but I don’t attend your school.”

“Then I assume you are here to see one of them?” He asked. You could feel the anxiousness floating in the air.

“Yup,” You said laxly popping your words.

“Ah,” SooMan nodded, grabbing Jay’s arm and bringing him forward, “I was just here to return this one.”

“Perfect timing Sir,” You said grabbing Jay’s opposite arms squeezing his bicep, “I’ll be taking him home then.”

“Are you Mr. Jungs’ sister?” SooMan asked and you nodded.

“Pleasure to meet you Ms. Jung, I take it your parents haven’t returned yet?” SooMan asked. Jaehyun stood a little behind you gripping you hand as you spoke.

“Not yet, they’ve been shackled with work,” You lie, “So why’d you have to take JayJay?”

“Ah! I almost forgot, Mr Jung has been causing a number of issues lately, most severely cheating on an exam,” SooMan said and JaeHyun squeezed your hand. Twice softly- say something flattering.

“Cheating? I highly doubt it Sir, Is there any way to confirm it was him? Jay did get into the school on a transfer application.” You said knowing that was the hardest exam to pass.

“We have it under investigation but Ms Jung given Mr. Jung’s record the odds are not in his favour,”

“Then I’ll take it as you have more work to do,” You looked harshly at the older man, knowing the current ‘top 4’ students of the school weren’t in that position because of their ability, “And not give you niece-to-be a free hall pass?”

Jaehyun squeezed your hand so hard you thought he drew blood. The open air area seemed to have dropped by 100 degrees as the area got cold. Did you slip up? You lifted a brow at the stunned man who let out a deep laugh.

“Ms Jung, how entertaining are you?” SooMan laughed then looked at his watch, “I’m afraid I have to take my leave now.”

“Please, Travel safely,” You said watching as the man walked off. Students hurrying out of his way and bowing to him in respect.

“What the F*ck?”

“Why?”

“f*ckkkk”

“Are you dumb?”

“B*tch that was wayyy too brave,”

“Oh f*ck you I think i just swallowed my liver,”

A chorus of curses came out of the boy’s mouths as their Dean walked off. You smiled and breathed out as JaeHyun wrapped your hands together, kissing you knuckles, “Thanks Babe,”

“Ew, you got spit on my-” You started as JaeHyun laughed.

“There are other places I’d gladly coat in spit because you just saved my life,” Jay laughed, causing you, Johnny and TaeYong to hit him.

“What the hell happened?” Mark asked, “Why did old pink wink keep you that long after class?”

“Broooo you wont believe this sh*t, you know that Ka-something gir? The top student? She told big SM there she saw answers on my sneakers!” JaeHyun complained while lifting his foot to show a normal sneaker, “They kept my slides because the chem department has to run some tests to see in I clean the ink off or not.”

“What the actual f*ck is going on within those doorsS?” You ask. The only reason you could drive in the school is because Taeil gave you his Parking I.D sticker thing to put on your bike.

“Way too much babe,” Doyoung said, causing you to perk up.

“You did it. I heard it,” You say excitedly running from the bike to Doyung who stood between TaeYong and Taeil. Jumping to wrap your arms around him, “You called me Babe! And not ____+ for the second time.”

DoYoung never called you ‘Babe’ like the rest of Taeil’s friends. They just didn’t like how your name sounded without any familiar sort of feeling and they didn’t want to exclude you since you were friends with them

“Holy Sh*t,” TaeYong’s eyes widened. If that were possible, “He did.”

He laughed, smacking his boyfriend's shoulder.

“Let's tie him down a kiss him right now,” You need to TaeYong who switched spots with you as you held back Doyoung’s arms.

“Okay okay!” Taeil clapped, “It’s going to be 1 soon, and I have to go before the place closes,”

“Don’t be a pr*ck Illy,” Ten laughed, “You’re just jealous Babe was gonna have a threesome with them in the courtyard.”

“Am not-”

“Are too-”

“Am Not!”

“ARE TOO!”HeaChan yelled, “Lets just f*cking go! I have a sh*tting headache from Yoo’s class and I wanna f*cking commit sui-slide right about fr*cking now.”

“F**ck boo,” You laugh knowing how boring the man’s lectures were. Waiting as the other dispersed with their respective goodbyes then went their way. Leaving you to see Taeil. Standing relaxed with his hands in his hoodie pocket. Book bag pulling at his shoulders and the cutes glint in his eyes as your stomach boiled, as he strolled over.

Taeil’s face said it all. You seen that look on his face a few times before when you’d flirt with his friends, and be punished for it later. You bite your lip thinking about how he’d edge you and leave you vying against restraints to rub out your own arousal. How his lips would gently caress your skin as he trailed ice over your body.

You were the violent one but Taeil was a sadistic mother f*cker. You loved every moment of it. Much like now, he strolled up to you with a sweet smile plastered on his face. It melted your heart and lit something in you at the same time. Hunger vs Love.

Freud had two ways of classifying instincts through biological or psychological aspects. He gave you unbiased instinctual urges to be with him, and hold him through the night. Scream his name while he screwed you silly, and by all means he knew how to do it right despite how he looked. A quiet, nerdy, simpleton who couldn’t fight back.

“You know, puppy, not all b*tches have to make noise when they want to f*ck,” Taeil whispered, as he pulled you into a hug, “Good afternoon, hon,” He smiled after letting you out of the hug.

It had your stomach doing flips. As you smiled back at him before straddling your bike. Hearing the soft purr of the stalled engine, you couldn’t wait until it was Taeil under you, between your legs. Having his hot c*ck dipping in and out of you c*nt. As his stomach shakes, while you ride him through his orgasm. Having your eyes roll back as he switches positions and makes your entire body convulse under his control.

F*ck you couldn’t help but moan a little as Taeil got on behind you. His body pressing against yours. His hands make its way around your waist, gently cupping your lower stomach. In the same manner as when he f*cked you from behind, wanting to feel his c*ck in your stomach.

Taeil mused through the helmet into your ear, “Come on, Puppy, Don’t sit like a b*tch in heat, just because I put my hands on you.” He stroked your stomach as you stabled the bike and lifted the kickstand. Lurching the bike forward. He flipped your visor down to cover your eyes then did his. Hands returning to your stomach.

“How were classes today, Worm?” You asked. Through your helmet’s bluetooth.

“Puppy, I almost died with those pictures you sent,” Taeil groaned, rubbing closer to you, “I got so hungry...where’d you go?”

Life maintenance and Pleasure are the two extremes by which people operate. You lived your life by these two things. Maintenance; you wanted something; a movie? You watched it. Food? you drove and got it. Clothes? You bought it. Pleasure is where you weren’t as well balanced since Taeil had a tendency to control it. Why? Taeil’s ego could only take so much.

His ego made his instinct of self preservation so high that Taeil Libido didn’t matter much if it was the desire for sexual pleasure or gratification, it could have been the general stimulus of pleasure. Which made his libiodo be broken into two types which he showed to his friends and what he showed you.

His friends knew survival, his hunger. To them Taeil didn’t care much for s*x or anything of the sorts but with you? You saw his Libido, his sexual instincts which were catered to giving another pleasure. TO some it could be called love. The way Taeil cared for you, made you experience new highs, the way he helped you to dress, he made breakfast for you. He rubbed your back and washed your hair when you didn’t feel like it.

Looking at the world zipped by you could swear that it was only you and Taeil in the world. He had his head on your shoulder, mumbling little nothings about his day. Telling you about his morning classes, a coffee run with Jeno after losing a bet. THe coffee barista hitting on him and even about them catching Johnny and Ten making out before a lecture in the locked classroom. Hence Ten’s Alice in Wonderland outfit. Johnny always had a thing for Alice because of her whole cute ‘running away from her wedding to trip acid with a rabbit’ thing.

“But do you know where Tennie got those stockings?” You ask, looking back at Taeil. Glimpsing through the visor to see his pretty eyelashes resting on his cheek. Resting his eyes?

“Why?”Taeil questioned.

“They’re cute..you think he’ll let me borrow them?” You ask, “I have this party to go to in a few days.”

“A party?” Taeil asked, “Who are you going with?”

“Uhh you know Lucas from the track right? Tall, angry looking with a stretched lobe?”

“THe ducati dude you said could make you a size queen?” Taeil laughed. As you nodded.

“Him, some of his team and a few people from Gold Hunt,” You said, muttering the name of the gang quietly.

“Are they looking for you again?” Taeil asked.

“No, it’s just the normal yearly parties they throw,” You mumble, “Nothing illegal.”

“_____+ You know I don’t like you mingling with those people.” Taeil muttered.

“I won’t get mixed up in that sh*t,” You laugh, knowing fully well that you won’t...well in front of Taeil that is.

“Book store,” You mumble as Taeil pointed the way. Into a cute little back alley store with purple fairy lights. It was cozy looking as you came to a stop. Parking the bike under a little shed to prevent any sudden bursts of rain from soaking it.

Taeil tended to lose track of time when he entered a bookstore, outrightly forgetting his assignments and extracurriculars. This one was just a perfect mix of thing you both liked, there were hundreds of books placed all around with mismatched chairs to sit and read. A cute little man sat at a cashier biting his thumb, head on his knee as he flipped through the book. Eyes widening as you two stepped throught he threshold of the store.

“Hey Worm, i’m gonna ask the guy about a bike manual okay?” You whisper to Taeil. He patted you *ss and stepped away. Nodding to the clerk and disappearing among the piles of knowledge.

The warm light bathed the store as you walked to him immediately. The simply clothed WinWin sat confused as to why you walked in. He looked at Taeil then back to you clear confusion asked; ‘Why the f*ck are you in the store?’

“You didn’t tell me this is where the store was!?” you yelled at him in a whisper. The track was an excuse to meet your friends in the gang. Gold Hunt was in a bittersweet time of crime and rewards. Lucas was one of the only faces Taeil knew, and barely wanted you around them.

Lucas, Hendery, YangYang and XiaoJun, Were the four Taeil knew, he didn’t like them one bit but put up with them since they were often lurking around your apartment, or brought some of their hookups to your place to f*ck.

“B*tch why the f*ck are you here?” Winwin replied not looking up from his book again, “You know if Kun finds out you were here he’ll have you bent over and spanked.”

“Oh f*ck off, papa doesn’t f*ck with us like that,” You scoff. Kun, your boss, was very lenient to most of you, thankfully you fell into that group, WinWIn being the one person everyone doted on.

He was fully capable of killing us all and walking out without a single care or getting caught. That’s what made him Kun’s favourite. Kun was a sly businessman that kept you all on the side. He owns a multibillion dollar business and used Gold Hunt to keep his competitors at bay.

“_____+ you know we can’t meet, not even show up together since our dahlia incident,” Winwin said, “Just take this and go read or something, Papa will text us where the next party will take place.”

“Hey, do you have a copy of my bike’s manual?” You ask looking down at the hastily made book with sticky notes and little drawings on it.

“With your mods,” Win smiled. Juting to the little blue couch that sat low to the ground.

“F*ck baby I love you,” You moan out hugging the manual. Shutting up as you recalled Taeil.

“Blankets in the right side cabinet.”Win said softly as you walked off.

Dropping onto the couch after flipping through the manual, win gave you a cup of coffee and moved away, you pulled the blanket to your jaw and drifted to sleep.

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About an hour or two later you roused, with Taeil's head on your shoulder. His attention fully focused on a book on literature in english. Leaning your head back you groaned loudly, making Taeil jump. Giggling slightly as you felt the sleep drowning your mind out.

“Puppy, are you ready?” Taeil asked placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Mmmhk,” You rub your eyes moving to face Taeil, “Are you done with your research?”

Yawning as Taeil shuffled around some books in front of him and showed you a half written page.

“I’m sorry pup, not yet,” Taeil smiled apologitically, “You can rest It’s raining so we won’t be able to leave yet anyways.”

“Mmh,” You mumbled and closed your eyes again, “Can you write down the suspension, and the number for my shocks.” You patted the motorcycle manual.

“Yeah, I’ll wake you up later okay?” Taeil said and you fell asleep again.

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Pulling up in front of Taeil’s dorms, your were almost sure he’d gotten locked out. It was almost morning and you two had fallen asleep in the book store. Thankfully winwin left you two alone.

“Worm, are you sure you don’t wanna stay the night at my place?” You ask unsure as he strolled up to the guard booth. Speaking to the man for a little then walking back.

“He won’t let me in,” Taeil pouted as you placed a hand on his cheek to make him smile.

“Then come home with me,” You smirk, placing a small kiss on his lips, “Just shut up and come home with me dummy.”

“Pup, I- I have an exam tomorrow….I can’t tonight,” Taeil mumbled, leaning to kiss you again. His tongue slipped into your mouth, running it over your teeth, his head struggling to fit through the helmet’s visor.

You felt stuffy and your urges that laid dormant earlier grew again. Taeil pulled back. Getting on the bike again, “Turn around.” He ordered.

You spun to face him, throwing your legs over his as he stabled your bike and moved up. Pushing you against his d*ck, as he took your place on the seat, having you straddle him, “Is anyone at home?”

Taeil asked, grabbing the handle bar, after waving to the guard.

“I don’t think so but YangYang said he’d come over with Hendery and some chick,” You pulling his helmet on for him.

“I don’t get it why do you let them f*ck in your house?” Taeil asked, driving off as you wrap your legs around his waist, “I won't be able to study and I’m sure it’ll be uncomfortable to just be there?”

“I mean,” You said, leaning a little as Taeil broke a corner and sped up, “How often do we really do anything sexual?”

“Twice every other month,” Taeil said, “Sometimes two times a week or three depending on your cycle.”

“You keep track?” You ask, not sure if you meant about your menstrual cycle of how often you two boned.

“Just in case a little horny puppy get carried away while f*cking,” Taeil said.

“Do you need anything or will you just take the guys clothes?” You asked, “You remember the conbini by me.”

“Yeah, I’ll make do,” Taeil said, falling into silence again.

He stopped at a traffic light, leaning back and you looked at the stars, feeling Taeils hands poke at your waist. You didn’t care about the stares from others but Taeil was testing your restraint.

“Worm,” You mutter. Short for bookworm, everytime you met before becoming a couple, his nose was in a book.

“What’s up?” Taeil looked up His helmet hitting yours. You both laughed out loud.

“ No I was gonna ask if you need me to help you study. If those *sses are tag teaming some sad girl, I can help distract you,” You offer. Who was the sad b*tch that was rope into that pairs bullsh*t?

“Do you even know how to do *redacted *?” Taeil asked and your ears blanked.

“I-yeah why not? I was a good student, you know! I just didn’t like school,” You complain as he drove off again, “But no conbini, no clothes? What are you gonna do? Show up wearing that tomorrow?”

“Why not? I can take the other bike and boom no one knows I spent the night,” Taeil said as if it was a fool proof plan.

“Yeah but you act like you can ride so why are you suddenly showing up with a bike? And did you really think I’m letting HaeChan and Johnny get their hands on my project bike?!” You ask, almost feeling their hands on the bike you built from scratch at home, “They’ll strip chubby bear, then ridicule every part under her hood.”

“Like how you’ve been eye f*cking me all day expecting something?” Taeil asked, pushing his crotch into yours as the bike sped up some more.

“What? Are you going to do something about it, Worm?” You teased, scooting down, running your hand on his pelvis lightly. Stopping as you felt the bike wobble, “Can you even keep it up long enough? Is that why you like to play first?”

“Puppy don’t f*cking test me right now,” Taeil said as you felt the bike lurch forward, he was quiet obviously breaking the speed limit. You would have to pay that ticket, but you made sure Taeil never asked where that money came from.

It felt like in the next instant you were stumbling into the elevator with Taeil’s hands up your shirt, flashing the guard your room card as Taeil pushed you through the now opened door. Taeil’s lips were rough from his constant biting and his nails were long from neglect while studying. His nails bruised your back as his lips made its way to your neck. Pushing both helmets into your hands and he lifted you into his arms. Legs locking around his waist as he pushed you into the door.

Taeil was panting into your mouth refusing to unlatch himself from you as his suffocation reached its peak and he pulled back with a snapping strand of spit from your own mouth to his. He went back in as soon as he got a little air, pulling at your clothes as he balanced himself walking to your apartment.

“F*ck, Worm, your nails,” You moaned as they grazed your waist sharply.

“Does it hurt too much?” Taeil said in broken kisses. He was so passionately kissing you skin he might as well have just liked you, “Does it f*cking hurt your sexy back?”

“It does,” You moan, as Taeil dragged his nails down your back. Forcing both of you out the kiss. You caught the look in his eyes. If this went on you wouldn’t be able to walk straight in the morning.

Pressing you against the door, he knocked in case one of the boys were in there and indecent, placing short kissing onto your lips as you tried to message them.

“I- Worm-st-baby-wait,” Your attempted at finding the contacts was halted each time Taeil kissed you. This made you stop and just accept his kisses, “Aren’t. Your. Arms. Strained. Yet?”

“No. It’ll. Never. Be. to much. to . lift my. Puppy,” Taeil said, until you pushed his face away. Releasing yourself from his arms as you fall ot the ground. Leaving Taeil laughing.

“Stop it,” You blush as you unlock the door, “They aren’t here i gu-”

Clothes and shoes messily strewn about, leading into the house where there were no sounds. Bending you picked up each article of clothing. Both theirs and hers, sighing hoping they’d clean up this time.

“That won't work,” Taeil sucked his teeth helping up to straighten up the shoes, before taking his off, “Pup….there are four pairs of shoes here.”

“Who-Ahhh sh*t,” You grumble, running in to drop the clothes on the living room couch. Dashing through the white walled corridors that were twisted and a little confusing, you slammed open your training room door. It wasn’t much, a boxing bag. Weights, mats and some other little things. Other than those there was a basket chair that hung from the corner of the room, you slept in it sometimes.

There were hooks on the walls and ceilings that could have things attached to it, and that was exactly what you saw. Your equipment gone and a number of black leather hanging down under some chains, and in the middle was the poor schmuck tied you, and gagged, Hendrey stood behind her taking her mercilessly as the seing did most of the work. When she moved let hendery out Yang entered her mouth. Horrifylings Jun stood next to them with a rope whacking her occasionally after guind her to take their bodies.

“You f*ckers!” You scream out dashing into the room knocking Jun to the floor. Immediately hitting him, “Why.. the. F*ck. did. you .use. My. training. Room!”

The womans eyes flew open to the sceen at her side tear dripping down, as she struggled to move, as yang took the open mouth gag thing out.

“Get me down! I shouldn’t be here,” She squealed.

“I’m tapping out,” Jun groaned as you finally managed to land a blow to his jaw. Jumping up you attacked Hendery next as he was closer. Socking him straight in the stomach as he moaned out and crumpled to his knees, you whipped your head up to glare at Yang, trying to cover his d*ck as you stood up, rotating your shoulders.

“10 seconds. Explain,” You seeth.

“I told them we should use your room since you like to sleep in here, but Dre indisted on here since the hooks-f*ck,” Yang cursed as you jumped and spun kicking him in the cheek. Landing roughly.

“F*ck I think i rolled my ankle,” You groaned, turning to see Jun and Dre sitting talking quietly, “Keep it down a bit Worm has to study,” You said, limping out the room to lean on the door frame, “And no babe,” You looked at the girl, “I’m not with any of them, but if you’re free and don’t wanna play with them...call me?” You wink at the bunny eared girl.

“Don’t you try to f*cking take our girl again!” Jun yelled, “We rarely share a woman and now your trying to take her?! Wasn’t that baddie Lucia enough?”

“F*ck, Lucia’s really hot tho,” You groaned, teasingly at the boys who lost the goddess of a woman.

“You still- even with the worm?” Dre asked hushed.

“Mmh,” You nod, “He doesn’t need to know about her, Wait Book. Study. Keep it down a bit. Cool?”

“Yeah, study,” Yang groaned sarcastically, “More like studying Minx’s body. We better not see any funny business when we come out.”

“Yeah like seeing my *ss is so scary, you have all seen it by accident or out of sheer curiosity.” You sucked your teeth, “Anyways continue,” You gesture with your hands.

“I mean it is the cute pasty kinda colour,” Jun said.

“Yeah she got a phatty,” Dre nodded.

“Cause Papa works her out good and proper,” Yang snickered as you threw a riding crop at his head and slammed the door shut after on more warning, “Don’t F*cking have s*x on my f*cking chair.” You pointed and slammed the door.

Sighing out as music began leaking out of the room. You walked a;ong the hardwood floor for a bit, turned the corner to the main bedroom and bathroom. Opposite of the was the guest ones and straight ahead was the kitchen, which you passed though looking at the door on your right. Taeil was gone. Walking straight you strolled into the living room. It was in similar black and white scale with little to no personal belongings.

Taeil sat on the floor, books spread across the table and his little essay on his lap closest to him. You sigh out, taking off the denim jeans and dropping onto a single couch, “F*ck I can’t tell you how long I waited to take those off.”

You sighed out pushing your leg and showed Taeil the print it made in your skin. Taeil moved putting his page into a binder as he moved to kiss up your leg. Sucking the skin at the top of your thigh roughly as he made a mark before pulling back, “F*ck you worm.”

“I’m up for it if you are,” He winked. As You sat near him.

“I’m letting your stay the night not f*ck me all night,” You nudged his shoulder, as he went back to work. Leaning against him you used ur ear buds and laid about listening to music. Taeil gently rubbed your calves as you laid comfortable. His eyes etuck to the book as a call came through, “I have to take this call, I’ll be back okay worm?”

You said standing up not waiting for his answer as you ran into your room to find some oddly placed boxes.

“Hey papa,” You greeted Kun.

“Minx,” Kun’s gruff voice came through the phone, “What are they doing? Si-Cheng said you were with your cover boyfriend?”

“Uhhg.. yeah I’m with Taeil, as for Dre, Jun and Yang...their in the training room at my apartment,” You gritted your teeth.

“Doing? You don’t sound to pleased,” Kun said his voice relaxing as his chair creaked. Maybe he leaned back.

“Yeah...their in my training room having a foursome with some woman,” You say flat out.

“Ahh, okay,” Kun nodded, “I have to let you know about the party, please pass thing on to them. I have told Win, Lucas and Red Candy already.”

“Yes sir,” You nod. Stepping to lock the door.

“We have found a new dealer in the Breninshian area, and I want him gone. He’ll be there tonight your mission to to get rid of him,” Kun said. A hit how fun.

“Yes Papa,” You accept, “Any specialities?”

“Carve the VRA logo into his chest,” Kun said and hung up. Wait...date...and location…?

You’ll have to ask Lucas. Taking a breath you ensured your fake bottom under your bed was locked and straightened everything before walking back to meet Taeil, looking lazily at a certain text.

“Is something wrong, Worm?” You ask, slipping between him and the phone, straddling his lap.

“No...it’s just my father wants me to go somewhere on behalf of him in a few days…,” Taeil stressed, he said nothing about his family and you respected that despite knowing it was a businessman, That was it.

“Do you have too?” You ask, rubbing his chest slowly, then his stomach.

“Yeah, he said he absolutely needs me there,” Taeil grumbled as you caressed his waist, “But you know what is a little intentional?”

“What worm?” You ask to move off of him.

“This c*ck isn’t going to suck itself puppy,’ Taeil directed your eyes to his. Gazing gently at your features as you laughed.

“F*ck babe, as much as I love too...I’m not feeling it right now,” You laughed, dropping to hug the man. Resting your head of his chest listening to his blood pump. F*ck if your weren't lying to him.

“Liar,” Taeil mused, tapping his finger up your back cupping your neck bring you down into a kiss. Taeil lips sucked the moans out of you as he slipped a little cloth over your eyes. F*ck you got caught up as Taeil dipped you back.

“Pup, are you okay with this?” Taeil asked, feeling your back against the table. Moaning in agreement causied taeil to speak again, “Use your words Puppy,”

“Yes Taeil,” You moaned as you felt a feather like trail down your body. Pulling at the band of your underwear, as a stub passed next to your thighs. A sudden pinch made you arch off the table as tried to sit up. Only to have taeil pin your hands back.

Speaking slowly into your ear, his voice was but a whisper, “How quickly can you c*m?”

“I-I theres peOPLE HeReeE,” Your broke up as his ghostly figure moved and began to suck you through your underwear as you spoke. Taeil’s motions were like little waves, he liked to push his head into you, the pressure build quickly.

“T-T-t-t-taeeee--taeeii~,” You tried to tell him to stop feeling as your knees were pushed back, crossing them over his shoulders as he bent down a little. THe band of your underwear being pulled aside as Taeil’s tongue grazed your skin.

“F*ck!” You yelled out tensing your legs and moving to bite your hand.

“Come on puppy,” Taeil snickered out from between your legs, “Should we play a little game?”

He asked, kissing your thighs as you tried to calm down. But the lingering feeling of his warm lips not being able to meet his eyes were eating out from the inside.

“What kind?” You breathed out, removing your hand from your mouth.

“How long can you stay quiet before c*mming?” Taeil proposed as you sat up. Reaching forward to where you guessed he would be. You placed your arms around his shoulders.

Leaning closer to him, you got close as if you were going to kiss him, “First to make noise loses? I’m taking you next.”

“Bet money?” Taeil asked his jaw touching yours as you tasted yourself on his lips. Pulling away you spoke, “Done deal worm.” Smirking as you placed your hand on his head and guided him down again.

It was f*cking hard not to beg. Taeil knew what to do edging you and smacking your dripping p*ssy roughly, as your bit the inside of your cheek, your forearm. You were riding a prolonged wave of his that was suffocating as you grind on his face to get it off.

“Taei-i-if you f*cking te-thhheeasee me any longer-” You choked out, “I’ll switch our positions and ride your face through this gods forsaken table.”

“Try that again Puppy,” Taeil slurped his lips as he finished you much quicker than you expected.

“Take this o-off me,” You pant, knees shaking as Taeil licked your entrance still as you tried to sit up. Reaching for the blind. You pulled it up and took it off to be blinded by the sudden re-exposure to light.

You looked down at the sweaty forehead of Taeil between your legs putting your hands into his hair, as he sucked a small hickey on your inner thigh. His eyes were glazed over with suffocation and arousal. As you opened your legs, watching as he fell back. Against the floor and couch.

“Four minutes thirty two seconds,” Taeil muttered showing you his phone’s timer.

“To?” you ask pulling your under back in place and moving down to straddle him.

“To make audible noise,” Taeil said, eyeing you closely as you spread your legs over his, hands moving to his button.

“Then more to c*m?” You kissed his neck as his button came undone.

“Yeah,” Taeil nodded his hands fidgeting with his phone, “Ready?”

He asked as you sloppily kissed his neck, “Yeah.”

“Go,”Taeil said as you heard the little beep. Licking his neck you bit down on his juglar and sucked his adams apple as your hands began touching his hard c*ck.

“Knees,” You mumbled out moving your weight back to sit on the floor between his legs bringing your forward and lifting them to block his body from the door.

Taeil said nothing as you rubbed his tip, spitting down on his, as he took a sharp intake of air.

“You like that don’t you?” You said coating his d*ck in the spit. It was un hygienic but you guess he like raw and pure instinctual actions that were somewhat rushed. Pumping his shaft lightly you kept eye contact with Taeil who looked to be in pain. Pushing a kiss onto his lips, you tasted his blood as you toyed with his sennsitive spots/.

A little fold below his tip. A vein that ran the length of his shaft and of course the little space where his shaft met his balls. Taeil was holding back everything in his soul as you felt him pulsing.

“You look sexy when your pent up,” You teased blood and spit leaking out the side of your mouth as you pumped him faster twisting your hands tightly, until your wrist began to hurt, Taeil’s grip on your thighs told you everything you needed to know as you changed position to take him in your mouth.

Slowly sucking his tip as you looked up at him. Letting your lips draw away slowly as you repeated this movement a few times before sucking him a little harder and Taeil buckled. So easily as he grabbed you head holding it in place on his tip as he twitched a little and cursed, “F*cking B*tch, always cheating with the fricking tip.”

Taeil broke in your mouth as you sucked it up quickly and quietly as your ears perked at the sound of a distant door slam.

“F*ck! They are done,” You sucked your teeth, rolling your eyes and sitting up. Pulling at Taeils boxers and redoing his pants as he struggled to catch his breath.

“I-I can’t feel my hips,” Taeil laughed, Opening his eyes and they looked to unroll from the back of his head, “I’m f*cking numb as sh*t right now.”

“With five minutes to c*m,” You pout looking at the phone, “Do you practise edging at the dorms or something?”

“Why? Are you sad you didn’t win?” Taeil laughed adjusting his position, looking up at you sitting on the table. T-shirt falling like a small dress.

“Obviously,” You scowl as Dre stumbled into the room with a large hickey on his neck and blood dripping from his fore head, “What the f*ck happened to you?”

“I slipped,” Dre mumbled, falling head first onto the couch behind Taeil. Who spun to face him, checking his forehead before taking out a little first aid ‘kit’ from his bag.

It was a zip lock back with alcohol wipes and bandages of different sizes, “Can you turn a little?” Taeil shifted oddly. As Dre moved, taeil smacked the alcohol pad onto his cut.

“*ss kissing bastard orphan son of a whore!” He screamed as he gripped Taeil’s forearm as he pulled the pad around to wipe the blood up.

“Can you lessen your grip? This will bruise in a bit if you keep holding it,” Taeil said, shaking his hand. As a half naked Jun ran in right after.

“Did you see her c*nt this time? Why the f*ck did you scream so loud?” Jun skated into the room almost slipping. As his eyes dropped onto you he shot you a quick smirk tapping the shorts that hung low on his hips. A volleybally short with a kiss mark on the *ss pocket?

“B*tch don’t judge me when your in some chicks f*cking booty shorts,” You braced, jutting your body to him. A fake out as if you were going to lunge at him.

“At least I’m not letting my boy friend eat me out when my friends are in the sam house,” Jun pursed his lips lookin you up and down.

“Ha!” You scoff, standing up, almost falling as Jun grabbed you. Fully aware of Taeil’s eyes on you.

“Nahh, Junnie, she got him,” Dre groaned sitting up.

“YOU THREE F*ckers came to MY house to f*ck some woman!” You exclaim, as Jun braced your waist, holding your against his body, wrapping his arms around your waist. Resting his head on your shoulder as he leaned against the wall to prevent having to bend low.

“Yeah but we’re guys so it doesn’t matter,” Jun scoffed.

“And I’m the boss so shut the f*ck up,” Yang said, not missing a beat. A towel around his waist with water dripping down his body.

“B*tch my floors!” You and Dre shouted as he sat next to Taeil on the floor. Dropping his hand on Taeil’s thigh pressing somewhere and watching how Taeil flinched.

“Yeah they f*cked,” Yang said, crossing his legs, flashing superman printed boxers.

“Did you two shower?” You looked to the other two, Jun who shook his head no, “Then f*cking go!”

“You aftercare is sh*t,” Dre scoffed as Jun laughed out the room.

“Keep those shorts on!” You yell back, “And that one bright green thong you got last time!”

Laughing with the other two you fell next to Dre on the couch. Glancing at the stiffened Taeil.

“Where’d you guys find Ms Leather and Latex?” You asked dropping you legs over Yangs’ shoulders. He immediately moved to squeeze you calves as he slouched.

“Yanggie met her at a bar a few weeks back,” Dre siad tapping his collar bone as if it were itching. It was something gang related.

“Where do you guys even go drinking?” You ask, “Take me some times.”

“Ummmmm Ms. Gril, “Yang glanced at Taeil oddly, working on his essay again, “You can find your own. I’m not dealing with this one’s anger.”

“Worm will flip you over and peg you until you cry from happiness,” Dre scoffed, kicking Taeil’s back, “Yeah by the way worm, that innocent school boy thing doesn’t work with us.”

“HONEY I’M HOME!” A loud voice boomed through the door. Causing everyone to wince.

“Who-” Jun ran back into the room shortly after again, soaked head to toe with some new scratches on his chest, soap on his body and your towel around his waist.

“Lulu bell is here,” Dre blocked his eyes, “At least run out decent you whore.”

“Whore?” Jun frowned, “I’m as pure as an inkstone,”

“You know that entire set is black right…?”Taeil looked up, “And can you please use an extra towel?”

“Why?” Jun looked down at Taeil, “Is there a problem?” He squatted flashing everyone his d*ck. The f*cker was hard.

“Ohh sh*t dude,”

“What the f*ck!”

“Bro! Not now!”

Dre, Yanggie and you yelled out together blocking your eyes. Taeil glared up at Jun clearly mad causing you to jump up, “babe how bout you kust let Junnie finish up?”

“Yeah Babe let junnie finish up,” Jun smiled at Taeil with a haughty look.

“Pup, I think I need some more water..can you get some for me pleasE?” Taeil said pushing a glass to you.

“COme with me!” You whine as Dre and Yanggie suddenly became curious why you got jumpy.

“My leg,” Taeil said, moving to his knees, finger tips of onee hand touching the ground. You could almost see his patience draining out the londer Jun twisted his head tauntingly at him.

“Woof Woof,” Jun barked at Taeil, “Do you need our Minx to be your b*tch because you want to be a master for once? Pretty boy? Can you even last?”

“I’ll make you my b*tch,” Taeil said lowly and lunged at Jun, forcing his head into the ground. As jun rolled out from under him jumping up and swinging a foot to taeil’s head. Who dropped to the floor and rotated a little on a leg while stretching out the other. Jun Stepped onto his foot as if to break it suddenly stopping mid way.

Taeil used the lapse to pull Juns foot out from under him and pin him to the floor. Caging Jun to the floor as Jun groaned about hitting his head too quickly.

Throwing his arms over Taeil’s shoulders and locking his legs around his waist, Jun smiled prettily, “Well Master? How do you want me?”

“Damn Minx, you taught Worm some moves?” Lucas said, causing you to jump and knee Dre in the jaw.

“Someone punch Lucas,” Dre groaned, rubbing his jaw after shaking off your legs, “Let’s all leave with a visible wound and balance out this un equality.”

“Worm got off of Jun,” You stood up again with the glass and dragged Taeil away, and into the kitchen. Pulling him into a small hug to calm his heart beat. He lifted you onto the counter to sit, loading himself between your legs so he wouldn’t strain his back.

“I’m okay pup, you know I don’t like those four,” Taeil muttered otu, “And then the gang boy came in and I couldn’-I mean I didn’t want them around you?”

“Don’t worry worm don't say anything,” You patted his head, “They’re gonna stay the night so….uh...you wanna share with me and Lulu?”

“Does he have to sleep in the same bed as us?” Taeil grumbled.

“I mean lulu has a boyfriend so I doubt he’ll try anything...I mean Unless...you wanna have a thresome with Lulu,” You poked at Taeil. It wasn’t like you’ve never slept with any of them while drunk...or had an open relationship with any of them. You all drew you lines at the end of the day.

“No- Never it’s-” Taeil was cut short by Lucas running in to check the oven.

“You two literally stood in here kissing while my cookies burned,” Lucas fake wept.

“Lulu taeil wants to know if you wanna have a threes-” Taeil’s hand flew over your mouth to shut you up.

“It’s nothing Lucas, she's a little drunk from earlier,” Taeil spoke quietly and apologised.

“Yeah bro, no worries just kinda keep her in check before she tries to f*ck with us,” Lucas nodded, taking out the hot tray from the oven, nugging you to move. As you scooted away moving the baking stand over to him, “Worm are you gonna decorate cookies with us?”

“I- Yeah,” Taeil nodded, making Lucas smile brightly.

“It’s for Junggies fundraiser at school,” Lucas smiled, “But he doesn’t have time to bake them so I offered. Thankfully Winny helped me mix the batter so I just had to cut them out.”

“Junngie?” Taeil nodded moving to help Lucas measure powdered sugar, “No- its this thing,” He showed Lucas how to take and eye level measurement, “So you dont f*ck with the recipe if you aren’t sure.”

“Ohhh okay, can you mix the icing? It’s supposed to be a sort of hard icing thing that won’t melt?” Lucas scrolled through his messages to show Taeil the recipe.

It was cute seeing Lucas so domestic. He’d never bake cookies for anyone...though he’d f*cked some woman a time covered in cookie dough….it was your mistake and the wager of $100 to find out what it was you were cleaning.

Taking one of the little bell shaped cookies from the cooling stand you swore quietly as it burned your hand. You blew at it trying to munch on the hot snack. When Lucas was suddenly u[ in your face. His head tilted to stare at you.

“The f*ck are you eating?!” Lucas shrieked, “I made the exact amount!”

“Who the f*ck hhaaaa hoo does that?” You asked the hot biscuit burning the roof of your mouth as you tried to cool it down. Tears welled in your eyes as you chewed the sweet cookie.

“B*tch please don’t eat anymore,” Lucas groaned. Suddenly moving back to roll out some more dough and start cutting out the cookies again, “Hey Worm?”

“Yeah?” Taeil spun back, finishing pouring the icing into a few bowls, “Oh hell is that how you cut the first set?”

“Yeah?” Lucas asked, pressing and shaking the cut out, “That’s what the site said to do.”

“No bro,” Taeil laughed, taking another cutter, “Put in on and gently pres it in. then one.Up. One. Dwon.” Taeil showed Lucas who nodded then began trying, “Yeah like that, what colours do you need?”

“Pink and white,” Lucas said, speeding up as the cookie sheet was finished, “His school colours.”

“Fold it and roll ti out again,” Taeil glanced at Lucas scrunching up the dough to throw it away, “What school?”

“Ummm its some- I’m not sure,” Lucas scratched the back of his head, “I’m a little like Minx, I wasn’t good at school.”

“Hey! I was good at school, I just didn’t like it,” You remarked. Jumping off the counter as another batch dinged, “I’m gonna hang with- yeah I'm going.”

Walking back into the living room you saw Jun with a red marker and his glasses reading Taeil’s essay, marking it. F*ck.

“Dude what the f*ck, he’s still working on that!” You yell, kicking jun who blocked it. As you squeezed into a spot between Dre and Jun on the couch. Yang sitting on the single couch and the woman from earlier cuddled into his arms.

“Cookies?” Jun took the sample from your hand biting into it, “ahhhh its hot and tastes like a doughnuts *sshole.”

“Really?” You took it back and bit the cookie with the idea in mind. Dre taking it from you after, “You take it.” You panted out your words.

“It’s too f*cing hot to guess,” Dre choked giving Jun back the cookie.

“I vybe with it,” Jun shrugged, “Tell Worm that he should have started the essay with two introductory paragraphs instead of one. If he used the first for his thesis statements and presenting his main idea then the second to bring in his points and citation reference it would work out smoother.”

“Why?” You stared at Jun, scribbling the little points on the page.

“I dated a professor once,” Jun said, “Sometimes I helped her correct papers...so we could f*ck around quicker.”

He wrinkled his nose at the memory, when Dre chimed, “Bad Teacher from 17?”

“17? The one who broke up with you and then you met Lucia!” You exclaimed, “F*ck wasn’t she with that one guy? The? Who was it again?”

“The ito case,” Yang said, “And yeah..Jun was f*cking her pretending to be a student.”

“In 17 you were like 24? What the hell, she was a high school teacher!” You smacked his shoulder.

“You’ve never wanted to f*ck a teacher?” Jun laughed, “What about that West guy? With the tim fund cologne that you smelt on Lulu that day?”

“Oh sh*t yeah,” You nod, “I told the f*cker that cologne went straight to my cl*t but noooo don’t believe the person who’s lived in this body.”

“He almost made you a size queen, don’t try to brush that off,” Dre laughed, “F*ck he almost broke my back too,”

“Why the f*ck does Lulu go so hard?” Yang looked up at the two of you, “We had to take him to the E.R and you just barely came to that race. You guys remember Dre’s face when the doctor stuck a finger up his *ss?”

“Hahahaha,” Dre fake laughed, placing a hand on his lower back. As You and jun broke out laughing, “I swore I sh8t on his hand.”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” You giggle, “But really though? Why does Lulu go so hard. And he walks off like it’s nothing!”

“Part of his charm?” You asked

“Charm? Lulu literally almost tore me a new one,”

“Lulu’s after care is sh*t too.”

“Wait why did you let Lulu f*ck you?”

“I-? I dunno?”

“That Tyler dude broke up with me and I f*cked Lulu in his car,”

“B*tchhhhhh are you serious,” Yang gaped.

“That’s who that video was for???”

“Mmh,”

“You saw it?”

“Yeah when Tyler or Kyler wanted to f*ck and we put p*rn on before we left. That untitled tape was you two?”

“Yeah?”

“That sh*t was hot as f*ck,”

“Dude...no yeah it was,” You nod.

“What are you guys talking about?” The soft voice of the woman asked.

“Definetly not Lulu’s d*ck size- wait.”

“Dumb8ss you just said it.”

“Anyway what's our sleeping arrangements like later?”

“Uh Hi?” THe woman said, “I’m Mackenzie.”

“Minx,” You smile looking back at Dre.

“Three of us can take the guest room?”

“But Lulu...her and her boyfriend?”

“Yeah…?”

“Lets throw Jun with them?”

“How about Lulu, Dre and Minx sleep together and the rest of us take the guest room?”

“Yeah I’m not staying in a house where those three get to be in the same room alone,”

“Wait, so... does a vice grip hurt?” You suddenly ask, “Like literally why is tighter better? That can possible be healthy right?”

“I mean its like a warm...wet hug? Oh your d*ck? I’ve never f*cked a vice grip...I don’t think I want to either,”

“It squeezes everything minx,”

“Can’t walk straight, everything hurts….kinda like the brusing you got that time from that singer,”

You hand moved to your lower stomach as thought the pain came back, “Don’t talk about that. I felt like my guts would f*cking pour out my chest.”

“Three times, we’ve seen you like that, the Connolly dude, Lulu and Worm…? Were you with Worm last time?”

“I think?”

“B*tch,” Jun laughed, “So what's the deal with him? Why are you sticking with him this long?”

“I-You know I honestly don't really know,” You reply.

“Does he make your stomach flutter? Does your heart race when you think about him?” Dre exaggerated.

“A little honestly, I don’t mind doing book runs with him late at night and nothing more,” You shrug.

“Awww Minx, you wanna settle with him,” Yang pouted, “You were the last among us to settle…..this isn’t just to win that bet is it?”

“Oh sh*t we had that bet!” You jumped, waking the woman, “My bad Mackey?”

“I?” You cut her off.

“F*ckkkk am I gonna get 10 grand from each of you?” You jumped, “Where the f*ck would you two get that kind of money? F*ck that.”

“F*ck n, i’m not giving you 10k that’s bullsh*t!”

“Was there a contract? It ain't legally binding!”

“Say it louder!”

“You had a bet to fall in love with me?” A voice broke through the excitement.

“Who-?” You turn to see Taeil with a tray of little decorated cookies, “Babe- no that’s not it. I can explain-”

Your chest was stuffy as you saw Taeil’s expression. You were literally f*cked...and not in the sexy way.

“Pup….tell me it's not true….there is not bet and YangYang’s just f*cking around again?” Taeil asked. Dropping the tray caused Lucas to run in. About to yell as Taeil pulled his elbow back shutting Lucas up really quick

“What the fu-” Lucas tried as Taeil kicked him down again.

“Shut f*cking up for one f*cking minute Lucas,” Taeil yelled, calming himself down quickly, “P-MIn-B-” He took a deep breath, “_____+ can I speak to you privately?”

“Yeah,” You dropped your head, standing up from the tangled area of Dre and Jun, following Taeil to your room. The clean area was left with the boxes from the bdsm thing Jun and the other used earlier. They left some items opened but unused.

“Pup,” Taeil turned to you with a small look of pity in his eyes.

“Taeil It. Is. Nothing like what you. Heard,” You said easily. It didn’t matter when you thought about it. If he left you what would you lose? Good sex? A fun pass time? Who was Taeil to you even?

“Puppy,’ Taeil said a resolute sense of calm in his voice, “Should I trust you?”

“If you think you should, then do it.” You said. Feeling a streak run down your face. Taeil placed a hand on your cheek brushing away the tear. Moving in to kiss you.

Something about that little incident made you grab onto him. You felt as though you could care less but your breath was stifled, you eyes were pressured behind your eyes as you wondered what the f*ck happened to lead you to this moment.

It was hot, and finally coming to an end. Taeil let out everything he held back, forcing you into the wall as you coughed out as he bit your lip pushing you into the wall again, as you were pushed up.

He didn’t care anymore. Taeil was giving up on you. You never listened to him. He asked you to stay away from Lucas and the others when he was around. You didn’t. He asked you to move out and use his house while he stayed at the dorm to prevent this exact situation; Them having s*x with someone in your house. You didn’t care. Instead you joked about having a threesome and left him to bake cookies with a gangster.

Only to find out he was just a game to you? Taeil gave you his all. He defended you among his friends, only for their words to be true. You may have really just been a dumb whore who wanted a cute guy as a break, from your usual type. With Lucas, Dre, Jun and Yang around Taeil knew for sure he wasn’t your type.

“What the f*ck Taeil?” You moaned as he moved down your neck. Biting harshly at the skin.

“Moan. Make noise. Have as much as you want right now,” Taeil said voice so low.

His tongue trailed up your body, his hands higher as he forced off your t-shirt. Never trust a hoe. Looking at the little tattoos one your body and the bruises on your arms. How befitting. Where did you get them?

You never told Taeil so many things.

“F*CK!” You scream out as Taeil used his knee to push you up onto the wall, lifting you off the floor. His knee pressing into you cunt roughly.

“Shut your lips pup,” Taeil said unhooking your bra, “Let’s not care about anyone anymore?”

“But- Jun, dre- Lulu - everyones outside-” Taeil shut you up as his lips latched onto your breast. Roughly rubbing one while sucking the other. His teeth clamping down on the nipple.

“Tae-Taeil!” You scream out, finally realizing.

.......Break up s*x.

It was over.

“What Minx?” Taeil asked as your legs locked around his waist.

“Tell me everything you didn’t then this can be over,” you said throwing your weight around. Making him lose balance. Stumbling to fall back onto your bed, “We aren’t sleeping tonight.”

“Three years ending clean,” Taeil replied, as you began to undo his hoodie. Slowly pulling the string, open as he played with your ass. Pulling the fabric off of him. You threw it aside moving to his jeans.

“Hi, My name is Minx,” You said through gritted teeth, giving up and ripping the button.

“Taeil,” He grimaced as he flipped you, “Moon.”

“You...you are….the Moon child?” You ask as Taeil tore your panties off. Forcing your legs apart as he stuck his fingers into you. Taeil was the son of a well known gang leader. No one knew his face...he was your target for the party in a few days.

“Minx,” Taeil kissed your thigh biting the skin and pulling it back with his teeth as your yelled out, “I am. Son of the business man *redacted* and child of The Blood moon."

“I- f*ck right there,” You pant as Taeil’s fingers rubbed your sweet spot. Grabbing for his hair as he moved his head in place and began to suck your cl*t. flicking his tongue quickly biting lightly on the little bud.

You voice didn’t stop, you were screaming at the top of your lungs from start to finish. Taeil stimulated you through your *rgasm leaving you in tears and clawing at the sheets to get away.

“I learnt a new position in history a few day ago. I wanted to try it out with you...but I guess that today will be it.” Taeil said, not a trace of mercy in his eyes. Forcing you onto your back as you tried to recover he pushed one of your legs to your chest and the other outward. Lifting your exposed c*nt onto his waist, rubbing your lips and spanking it.

It sent lightning through your body. As you called up for him. Taeil slowly began inserting his length into you. For his own adjutancy, he rammed you. He went right into your stomach. Watching down and the little bugle in your lower stomach dipped as Taeil pulled out and went in again.

"Just get it the f*cks over with!" You screamed, rolling your hips to create some friction. The plug-ish feeling ate at you.

You screamed again, this time Taeil spoke, “Friend.-s Don’t. f*ck. You. They .Don’t. Leave. Hickies. on your. Chest when you're. Asleep.”

Taeil said recalling older lies, “Friends don't leave nail bruises on your thighs or cuts your tits.” Taeil f*cked you hard through his words, full force in each thrust as you began feeling him hitting close to your cervix….you couldn't take the pain of that bruising.

“Oh yeah?” You trembled, “Friends don’t keep you in the library the entire night and send nudes to your phone.”

“Friends don’t ask you to keep their birth control in your room. Especially since you said most of your friends are Male!” You scream at him. Arching and grabbing your pillow out of sheer frustration knowing this wont end right now.

Screaming into the pillows near to your head you got the hateful feeling out of your chest, "Your friends are all dating or straight! They don't f*cking want to stay the night. They don't want you to f*cking be there when your with me! I've dealt with it how many times! I've seen the way you glance those messages!"

You were both lost in the anger and passion of the night. Of the moment of truth losing you minds in the blissful indulgence of instinctual mating of hunger.

“You kept tabs on my phone,” Taeil trusted into you making the bed frame him the wall. Not caring as he rocked the bed and your body. Rubbing your cl*t with spit.

“And you did too, I found the mirroring app on my phone! you c*m satin,” You panted lifting your waist for him to go deeper, "Why the f*ck do you think I sent nudes to some hook up! Why the f*ck do you think I ask the guys all those h*rny questions?!"

“I knew you were cheating? How many times did you screw me over?” Taeil moaned out, “Playing with my feeling and then using my body to distract me?”

“S-Seven,” You screamed as you felt your self clench up and a warm shot hit you deep in the pits of your stomach.

“Seven?” Taeil yelled, leaning over you grabbing a hold of the bed frame, “Seven times in three years?”

“That was this year,” You yelled as Taeil used his hand from your cl*t to pin your arms. You stretched up and kissed him.

“This year?” Taeil sounded broken as you took over, pushing Taeil into the mattress. Taking you gun out from under your pillow. It had a reason you slept in the training room. His nails dug into your back as he spoke, "Your such a fucking bitch! F*cking everything that walks and playing victim since you can't justify not asking me to have more s*x. Why did you think i'd peg you a drunk sl*t?"

“I told you Moon Child, I loved you and I needed you,” You took a firm pose kneeling, his word felt like smoke permeating your lungs and slowly eating the oxygen, “But you decided that you were better on your own.”

You began riding him, f*cking Taeil hard and fast as he began moving back. Hands clawing into your waist and thighs, “You cheated with the barista at the uni cafe! You f*cked Della! And You thought she would stay quiet cause you paid her off!”

You felt your self edging as you grabbed his hair forcing Taeil to look at you. His head kept dipping off the bed as you rode. He was moaning, biting his lips with a f*cking hot smile on his face as you harshly kept him looking at you, "F*cking look at me! Remember how they sent you those videos? Remember Kylie?" You used a hand to pump him, putting your thumb to your cl*t, "Remember how she filmed herself?"

“You thought I wouldn’t find out about the ‘lets slander Taeil's' Whore girlfriend?’ News Flash Book Worm! Check your f*cking phone before hanging up!!” You gritted into his hair, “You aren’t the only one who held on.”

“Pup-,” Taeil moaned.

“Don’t call me fucking PUP! I don’t F*cking belong to you! I never have!” You scream. Realizing your sense of love was just desperation, “Justify It! I f*cking dare you!”

“I-I- gods Pup, ride it like that,” Taeil moaned thrusting up into you. Moaning as you melted down into his arms. After he came you needed air. Sitting on Taeil as he went limp. You slowly gyrated your hips as Taeil took time for air.

“You know Worm, I gave you a chance, many times, to come clean when it was just us, but you used it every time to stab me in my heart,” You brush the hair away, pointing the handgun down at him, “And now it’s my turn. I f*cked around for job and never enjoyed it. But you-you sick mother f*cker broke those women on your c*ck and acted like nothing happened.”

“Pup what?” Taeil opened his eyes to the gun on his forehead “What the f*ck are you trying?”

“Minx. I told you to call me-minx, “ You scowl, pressing the barrel into his head.

“Minx the moocher,” Everyone's heard about you but only I know you _____+”

Taeil thrusted up and rolled both of you off the bed. The gun flying out of your hand as Taeil kissed your body again. Snapping a hand cuff on, “If that’s the game. Lets soo who’ll win.”

“You always f*cking cheat!?” You yelled as Taeil walked over and picked up the solid gun.

“Is this why you didn’t like to sleep in here?” Taeil asked pulling back to check if it was loaded, “You were afraid of a gun?”

“A gun is nothing.” You scowl as he knelt in front of you pressing it to your stomach and undoing the safety, “I’m not afraid of death.”

“I know, You hate love,” Taeil tilted his head placing the gun into your hand.

“Why?”

“I love you pup,” Taeil said straight faced. His voice held so much emotion, his eyes dripped water yet nothing, “I’d die with you! I can’t live without you!”

“Then die for me one more time,” You laughed itching to pull the trigger but something made you hesitate. Taeil looked up at you with out any emotions.

"You know what your flaws are?" Taeil asked, running a hand down your stomach, dipping into your c*nt, "You always came for me. You showed me your devotion."

You moaned, yet still aware of the gun pressing to his head. How bold was he? From what your heard, The man finger f*cking you was much much worse. He'd killed in plain daylight and walked away. Yet how? You spent hours with him....days without breaks at times and you never saw it.

"You showed me these faces like I was the only one," Taeil scoffed as you felt the pulling in your gut, "You acted like Lucas never saw this face." Taeil leaned between your legs. Roughly pulling you to sit on his lap, "As if XiaoJun never touched here," He lined himself with your p*ssy, dragging four of his fingers on you, scraping the slick out. You moved you uncuffed hand to push his down. Helping him rub himself.

"And Junnie f*cking loves it like this," You curse. You'd never slept with Jun like this...nor Yanggie but in the moment you wanted to hurt Taeil's feelings, "He loves when I ride his tip, and c*m on him." You act out your word, clenching his mushroom head as you bounced lightly, "DO you know how Junnie moans?"

"You had s*x with them then act like you're so innocent?" Taeil gritted. As you used the other to trace little patterns on his base. The icky squelching between your legs was nothing compared to the dirty feeling in your mind.

"S*x? I've only had that with you," You laugh.

"You want to play that?" Taeil mumbled breathlessly as he began thrusting as you hung your head watching as his length slammed into your wet p*ssy, dragging out your slick on his c*ck and ramming back it, so f*cking hot. Taeil leaned forward, "You should know that you weren't the best. You were an experiment."

Tear fell now...not from pain or pleasure but from your heart finally accepting what was happening. Maybe you did love him....really....

"A f*cking freak to sink my d*ck in when I felt like, a last resort when others wont come," Taeil moaned. He didn't mean his words. He was hurting and wanted to hurt you. Slowly both of you mixed your honesty with lies to hurt the other.

"R-really?" You cried, sniffling as you clenched around him.

"Nothing but a b*tch who needed foreplay to get her loose c*nt wet," Taeil nodded. He was crying too. Mixed with sweat...Taeil hated saying those words to you.

"You want to see foreplay?" You asked lifting the gun to the side of his head, "This is f*cking foreplay done right." You moan as you felt him cum and you pulled the trigger. Watching as the moon child fell back. A blank shot directly to the side of his forehead. You laid your head back against the mattress and screamed. It was hell knowing he'd wake up from the shock and you'd have to face him.

It was hell knowing he had to die.

It was hell knowing that he didn't love you and he didn't need you.

“LUCAS! JU-! ANYONE!” You wailed, as the tears of your only love fell down your face and body. Pain surged as you’d gotten off you high and you couldn’t get out of the cuffs alone. You heart was broken. This was broken heart syndrome, if you’ve ever experienced it. Writhing against the handcuff, you managed to pull your hand out of it slightly, tearing off some skin, leaving you wrist bleeding as you crawled out the room. Knees shaking under your weight as you dragged against the hard wood floor.

It f*cking ate at you, you acted like you didn’t care but the gut wrenching pain of knowing Taeil will never be there with you again was too much, he made your heart swell in your chest as you braced against a wall clawing at the kitchen door. Trying to wipe the blurriness from your eyes.

“L-Lulu,” You called out, watching in pain as Jun opened the door pulling you into his arms. Using the kitchen cloth to cover your chest. You shrunk to the floor, giving up holding yourself up.

“We heard you screamin-what the hell?” Yang jeered.

“What he f*cked you so hard your-Minx..? Are you okay?” Dre stopped snickering. His eye drawing to the blood on your cheeks and chest. Bruising on your body and blood seeping directly from your wrist, "Did you try to-"

“He- Tell papa I did my job,” You said, voice small and breaking up.

“Your job? You got your mission?” Lucas asked taking a heat peat out of the microwave and throwing it to Jun who placed it on your back.

“The child of the Blood Moon,” You mumbled. Jun tensed behind you you felt as he shook his head. Arching away from the heat on your bear skin.

“What the f*ck? I hear Moon and The? What did she say?” Dre questioned.

“Blood Moon….”Jun repeated, “Worm was an associate of that gang?”

You nodded.

“Worm!? As in that lil book buddy who can’t organize an essay?” Yang asked.

“WHo is he? To that Blood Moon killer?” Lucas asked rationally.

“Son,” You said wiping your face, “So I shot him with a blank and he blacked out from the force.”

“SON!?” Yang yelled, “You’ve been f*cking the Moon child?”

“Yes,” You nod wincing, “And now I’m breaking up with him because of your bullsh*t spewing mouth!”

“So you shot him??” Lucas’ face twisted into clear confusion, “Remind me never to break you.”

“You did it before,” You mutter, “I-i’m gonna need alcohol.”

“What the f*ck-- how is this eating you up like this?” Jun asked.

“This-I can-I don’t know,” You dropped your head into your hands crying, “I don’t want to lose him like this. And break up s*x- I-it just....”

“Then let's keep him!” Dre called, “I mean we need him anyway...so let's just keep him since we have him right now?”

“Are you suggesting we kidnap him?” Jun looked over, with the rest of you.

“I mean why not? It’s highly plausible we can get away with this,” Dre spoke.

“This would be a high level case….nothing like Jun and bad Teacher,” You say.

“She’s right, kidnapping a business man's son is nothing compared to a lowly teacher?” Lucas nodded.

“Big time money will pass and we are out.... be jailed and separated,” Yang thought, “But what are the chances he’ll stay? Cause he likes you?”

“I-please can we just take him to papa and decide after?” You mutter out.

“So you confronted him about the waitress?” Lucas asked.

“You heard?”

“Heard? We were practically in the room with you,” Dre scoffed, “Can someone go tie him up or something?”

“You two are perfect for each other...honestly...hate and distrust made you two closer,” Jun laughed, “And well good s*x too but that’s besides the point.”

“What do we tell Papa?” Lucas looked up from your other phone.

"Do we have to tell him about all this?" Your voice cracks.

"He already know about Worm, so we might as well come clean...,"Jun said quickly.

"You can't just break up with your longest standing partner to date and not say a word when you look like a f*cking messsssss." Dre said as Yang dragged the partially dressed Taeil into the kitchen.

"He's f*cking hung," Yang said," And I'm embarrassed."

"Lies, he not Lulu level," You laughed, tear rolling out of your eyes as your stomach stitched, "F*ck~"

"Here comes the crying," Dre rolled his eyes. Let's move her to the couch." He grabbed your arms hoisting you up as you cried harder.

"Can we just leave me on the floor?" You sobbed out, even breathing was painful right now, "To die...maybe?"

"Blood...legs...bathroom," Jun said turning his direction.

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You were shakily walking around the apartment with the help of Lucas, when Jun told yelled out Kun messaged back.

In the kitchen on an island stool was the ever handsome Taeil tied down with his head hanging forward. You passed with Lucas feeling your eyes water again. To see Jun with Taeil's bag flipped inside out.

"Books, pencils, pens, ruler, geo kit, wallet, calculator," Dre listed, "He even has a med pouch and a pocket knife. This man is more prepared for school than I have for anything in life."

"Got that f*cking straight," Yang snickered, "Also condoms and morning after. For you I presume."

Yang threw the little pill to you, looking a the brand you knew it really wasn't. Scowling as your threw it back, "Cell? anything useful?"

"A note pad," Jun laughed, "F*cker kept track of everything in it. even homework assignments."

"His little big book of secrets?" Lucas asked taking the book flipping through it, "Pups cycle starts. lunch with guys form 10001-B. Met the waitress with the scar on her thigh in bathroom(bender). Pup texted for some time. She went to an alehouse with them."

"This is weird. Are we the 'them'? he wrote it so angrily," Lucas turned the book to show us, "Also...you looked like his first though every day," He flipped through the book, "Pup's cycle ends, met pup for dinner, made love to pup, bought pup a dress, went to the tracks with pup?"

"F*ck he's everywhere," Dre laughed, "We're keeping him until he chills and then you can marry him. How bout it?"

"That's for Kun to decide," Jun laughed ,"We're gonna have to wait he said he's at a meeting. Is there anything useful in there?"

"Ummmhhh, Pup had marks on her neck today...she sent nudes to *phone number," Lucas glanced, "Your send me nudes?"

"The Jackson Co wounds I got," You remind Lucas of the wounds on your thighs.

"Ah yeah, anyways, Father wanted to meet, class(Yoo) started at 10:40 today, got a ride with pup to cafe...hooked up with Esa T.(chem dep't, squ*ter) bought new shirt($10,25, will give to pup) Met father. Nbs on 10001010110," Lucas read, "You wanna burn that?"

"Go to the page or what ever!" You complain.

"Yeah yeah f*ck me for looking out for you I guess," Lucas sneered, "Eloquence lounge and restaurant room 403. He was in a dark blue suit with gold-red cufflinks. He spoke about the company. Competitions...scolded me for my choice of friends, said I had to get married soon (Pup? <3 to see her in an apron trying to make toast...) NCT holdings and Co subsidiary company giving head ache...Neon Moon issues; ranks...switching to drugs? security? wants to make a legit company to do opperation under....Kun Quian is becoming a headache for him...RedC has gone awol- guys...."

"RedCherry isn't our RedCandy.... right?" Yanggie looked across, "He called Papa by name....and the parent company...how do we call this in....?"

"I am fucking not!" Jun paled, "The brat almost chocked the life out of me earlier!"

"And he was thing about proposing...you two are two weird mother f*ckers you know that?" Dre said loudly and you nodded.

"Guys....we may have another issue...." Jun said looking up from the book near to Lucas, "Blood Moon made him put a chip in his body the next day."

"Oh shit- does it day what it does?" You asked, heart rate...you guys were dead...locations you guys were dead...security of him...you guys were dead.

"N-no....just where it was put in and a reference page to another journal..." Yanggie read, "Get a knife...let's take it out."

"But what if-"

"No but's....positive energy...I can't share a cell with him again," Yanggie shook his head glancing at his arm, "Which part is it?"

"Between the bones in his forearm....by the vein...."

How will Kun fix this mess?

Or will WinWin kill Taeil properly?

Will this blow over?

Or will you resume life without him?

End Notes; SHould I add the entire AO3 list of ff's? Dood, doodette or Doodle...I have no clue what I'm doing but this is purely fictional and for a friend who just loves smut....any requests or tropes you want to see?

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