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OUR INFERNO | CHAPTER ONE

SYNOPSIS ✧ despite being your greatest archnemesis/rival/enemy/frenemy/whateverthefuck he was, hyunjae had always been by your side. that changed when your boyfriend was brought up, creating a newfound rift in your whateverthefuck relationship with hyunjae

PAIRING ✧ rival!hyunjae x fem!reader

GENRE ✧ high school au, enemies to fwb, angst, smut, fluff(?), humor(?) (these mfs bicker a lot), pining

WARNINGS ✧ 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT — cheating, profanity, mentions of physical fight/bruises, underaged drinking, obsessive/possessive hyunjae : NSFW TAGS : outdoor/semipublic sex, dubcon recording, spit/drool/tears, oral and fingering (fem receiving), penetration, scratching/ripping, humping, minimal praise, degradation, sub!hyunjae for 0.002 seconds, petnames (princess, good girl, babe/baby, slut)

WORD COUNT ✧ 19k

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AUTHOR'S NOTE : in honor of my three years of officially stanning the boyz on this very day, let's celebrate with my smut debut and writing comeback 😋 enjoy my loves

PART ONE: CHASING THE SPARK (THE FIRE TETRAHEDRON) — fuel, oxygen, and heat | CHAPTER ONE

“Genuine question.”

“Shoot.”

“Who the fuck does Hyunjae actually think he is?”

Unphased by your up-and-coming rage rant, Kevin resumed snacking on the protein bar he had brought with him. He tossed his free arm over the camera equipment and backpacks sitting next to him on the bench, watching you stride back and forth within one of the many hallways in the recreational center.

“Well, he is your boss.”

“No, he’s the student executive producer,” you corrected, your legs unwavering as you kept a consistent pace to release your frustrations. Kevin shrugged and tossed one leg over the other, staying relaxed despite the hot fumes emanating from your upright and angered figure. You paused momentarily to look him in the eye.

“Emphasis on the student,” you clarified.

“Emphasis on the executive, Y/N.”

Baffled at how he was defending your greatest archnemesis (well, more like your greatest frenemy), you ignored his rebuttal and started pacing again. Your steps slowed as you envisioned the sensations you experienced just minutes before, back when you, Kevin, and Hyunjae were at the indoor pool to report for your school’s broadcasting channel. Technically, you were the one reporting and filming while Hyunjae was the subject of interest, and Kevin was there for physical support.

Chills latched onto your skin as you remembered what it felt like to have Hyunjae’s bare torso looming over you, his eyes peering over your shoulder to glance at your footage. While staring at the camera, his gentle, irregular breaths would continuously hit your skin. Water from the pool would trickle down his hair and into your shirt, reaching your backside. When it happened, you could barely comprehend Hyunjae’s ‘advice’ and instead focused on feeling every cold droplet travel through the crevasses created by your spine. You winced at the thought of that happening again, yet somehow you could still hear his irritating voice near your ear, telling you all the reasons why your B-roll of his lap swimming was ‘trash’ and ‘unusable.’

For a moment, you stood there in the hallway frozen, unsure of how to move, before realizing you were just reliving a moment from earlier and that Hyunjae was still in the locker room changing.

“I’m going to make a complaint,” you declared, turning back towards Kevin for his encouragement. Alternatively, you were met with the sight of your best friend completely failing to conceal his judgment and disapproval towards your suggestion.

“Against Hyunjae? You gotta be kidding, right?”

“Yes,” you answered confidently. “Wait, I mean no, I’m not kidding, but yes, against Hyunjae.”

Kevin eyed you skeptically, trying to decipher why you felt threatened enough to report someone like Hyunjae. You may not have spent all your previous years in high school with an affinity for Hyunjae, but it wasn’t like you hated him either—not in the way you truly loathed others. If that were the case, you wouldn’t spend nearly every day with him, bickering until the sun chose to set.

“Sure, maybe my B-roll was trash, I can attest to that, but that does not give his bitchass the right to not only shit on how ‘awful’ I was doing, but also yank the camera out of my hands and delete all the footage I got because they weren’t ‘perfect enough.’ What kind of psycho is that?” You glanced over at Kevin, trying once again to get him to back you up, but the most he gave was a slight nod. Everything you were spurting was half-mindedly being decoded because he had ended up placing more significance on inhaling protein. Regardless, you continued.

“And you would think, hey! As the student executive producer of a high school broadcasting team, he would understand that no! I indeed do not record half-naked people swimming in a pool, whether it be for a career or a hobby. He should also at least have the decency to not swim seven hundred miles per minute while I’m recording. Of course I’m not going to catch up, especially when he barely told me how he wanted things to be recorded? Isn’t he fucking insane for that? Not to mention all the goddamn splashing because of how fucking long his limbs are—”

“You’re explaining this like I didn’t witness the whole exchange,” Kevin grumbled.

“And you would think he knows, right? That Mr. Executive-slash-Captain-of-the-Swim-Team should either be more considerate when, A, he’s kicking water in my direction when he’s swimming or, B, station me away from the edge of the pool? Just a thought, but fuck me, I guess.”

“Well yeah, but the—”

“Also! Not to mention the camera has the fucking ability to zoom in, so why was there even a need for me to stand by the pool anyway?” You scoffed at the absurdity, almost tempted to cackle like a villain because of it. “The least he could do was tell me how to record it or find a way to adjust and compromise without occasionally soaking me with water on purpose, which I know damn well he was—”

“That’s just how-”

“We have a tripod, for god’s sake!” you exclaimed. By now, Kevin had given up on providing you with his input. He opted to rest against the wall, finishing up whatever he had left of the protein bar, and occasionally would roll his eyes.

“But even then, who the fuck wants to see him swim anyway? We’ll probably only need like…what? A minute of the footage for the B-roll? So why the hell is he treating it like it’s about to be nominated by the goddamn Oscars for Best Picture? He just loves to nitpick and control me like a fucking puppet—”

“Keep talking and you’ll potentially strain your throat,” a new voice interrupted.

You jerked around to find Hyunjae, the culprit of your rant, exiting the locker room with a small duffle bag that contained both his swim gear and his school clothes from earlier in the day. His brown hair was only halfway dry, some strands still stuck to his forehead as he approached where you were pacing.

You halted in your path and stared him down. Hyunjae immediately caught onto the mood you were in, and instead of being shocked or hurt, he grinned.

“You.”

Your attempt at threatening him with one word made Hyunjae laugh.

“Hey, I’m just looking out for you.”

“Oh here we go again,” Kevin mumbled, tossing the wrapper of the protein bar to the side. He pulled out his phone and went on TikTok, deciding it was more worthy of his attention than listening to you two banter—something he had been experiencing for well over five years.

As a mutual friend of yours and Hyunjae’s since middle school, Kevin understood the frenemy dynamic better than either of you. Eventually, over the long years he had known you both, he learned to leave you two be.

“What about me, though? Are you going to try and tattletale on me?” Hyunjae feigned sympathy as he gave you an exaggerated pout, tilting his head like a puppy’s. “C’mon. I’m just doing my job.”

“Sorry, but I don’t remember ‘being a dick’ being listed under the requirements for your oh-so-important position of power.” You huffed at him and crossed your arms, choosing to face elsewhere as you rooted the soles of your feet to the ground.

Hyunjae furrowed his brows, his eyes never leaving you, as he addressed the third party within the shared space.

“Kevin, was I being a dick, or is Y/N exaggerating?”

Kevin glanced up at his phone and scrunched his nose at Hyunjae in annoyance.

“Don’t even try to bring me into whatever…this mess is.”

“No, tell him,” you demanded, now looking at him. Your glare was enough to burn Kevin into ashes, but it was nothing compared to Hyunjae’s gaze piercing into your back. Knowing that he never looked away made you shiver, hating how fixated he seemed to be—and seemingly without reason too.

“Listen, I wasn’t being a dick. I was treating you the same way I treat everyone else. I’d honestly argue that you’re just narcissistic and think everything is about you when—”

“Oh wow, thank you for admitting that you’re a dick to everyone else!” You tossed your hands up for dramatic appeal as you spun back around to look at him. He scoffed, but his demeanor was quickly shadowed by a smirk that appeared on his lips, testing you with the arch of his brow.

“Oh really? Do you see anyone else complaining?”

“I’m complaining,” Kevin muttered.

“People don’t complain because they’re scared of you, Sherlock,” you retorted. At this point, Hyunjae had already caught onto your bullshit of making evidence up, and it was why this exchange ended up lasting for as long as it did. Nevertheless, his ego continued to build the more you spoke.

“You’re not scared of me?”

And you keep falling for the bait.

“Why should I? You’re nothing.” You approached him and pressed a finger into his chest, taunting him as you stared straight into his eyes.

Suddenly a competition seemed to have materialized because now you both were locking eyes, too stubborn to look away.

“One day you’ll wake up and realize your position doesn’t mean shit. You take it too seriously and make everyone’s job your job when this should be a learning experience for the rest of us.”

“And who exactly is ‘us,’ babe?”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Don’t call me that–”

“And it’s also starting to sound like jealousy to me.” Hyunjae’s eyes finally shifted, but instead of looking away from you like you initially wanted him to, you trailed his line of sight down to your lips. He eyed them shamelessly—technically making you win the unspoken eye contact competition, but at what cost? “I won’t believe you until I receive firm evidence and testimonies from the other students in the club, then maybe I’ll consider your concerns. Deal?”

What you despised most was how well Hyunjae knew and provoked you to get under your skin. He was a raging flame, making your blood boil from both irritation and excitement. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, but after nearly six years of banter with Hyunjae, you knew damn well you enjoyed every second of it. It was like a nonstop competition, and you were always on the edge of winning.

Maybe it was also because you were so used to him constantly being above you. He was the president of the student council, the swim team’s captain, and specifically the one who snatched the executive position away from you in the broadcasting team, yet somehow you were still able to compete at his level of arrogance and egotism.

Even though you may never be able to top him in the foreseeable future, you at least knew how to match his fury—his fire, with your own.

“You’re pathetic.” You took a few steps back to gain some distance while his eyes flickered back up to yours. He bit his lip playfully, his smile only growing even wider.

“Woah, Y/N. Exposing my degradation kink so soon?”

“I-...you- w-what?!” you sputtered, your jaw falling slack as Kevin’s head snapped up, staring at the two of you in disgust.

“Get a room—!”

“I’m going to make sure you get degraded from your position, you freak!”

“Not exactly how that word works, princess, but I’m glad you’re at least passionate.” His cooing made you want to slap the living shit out of him, your eyes protruding from their sockets are you glared.

“Are you fucking bricked up or something right now—?”

“Hey guys,” a woman’s voice called out. Your heads turned to look at the end of the hallway, catching one of the recreational center’s workers waving in your general direction. She pressed her lips together and smiled, attempting to be as professional and understanding as possible. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but is it okay if you guys turn it down a notch?”

You and Hyunjae both nodded and whispered apologies, feeling like kids who just got scolded for shoving paintbrushes down the drain. Fortunately, the worker’s smile radiated genuine warmth and consideration, providing you some sort of reassurance that you guys weren’t too much of a disturbance (even though you guys totally were).

“You two are the most childish fuckers I know,” Kevin deadpanned, finally shoving his phone away as he switched between looking at you and the man by your side. His eyebrows bunched up.

“And apparently horny too.”

“I would move across the country if it meant I never had to see him again,” you grumbled, striding back to the pile of equipment to pick up your backpack and the bag with all your reporting necessities (boring script, stationary, and a couple of notebooks shared with all the broadcasting students to collect notes and inspiration in).

“Hello? I’m still here.”

“Look at that. He already misses me.”

“I’m going to hurl,” Kevin unnecessarily announced, and Hyunjae’s face soured.

“Ew.”

“Exactly. That’s how you two make me feel whenever you guys are together.” Kevin got up on his feet and grabbed the wrapper to shove into one of his pockets (no littering, kids) before outstretching his limbs dramatically.

“I swear I developed back pain from always listening to you guys bicker.”

“Or, hot take,” Hyunjae interjected, “maybe it’s because you’re always sitting with your back arching forward like it belongs in the Arches National Park–”

“Yeah yeah, shut the fuck up.” Kevin waved him off with his hand and rolled his eyes. “I came here to help carry stuff, not listen to your bullshit.”

He picked up the bag that contained the camera and passed it to Hyunjae. He offered to hold one more thing, but with only his backpack and the tripod left, Kevin didn’t see much need for his friend’s assistance.

Kevin then faced you, his face stern and rid of emotion.

“You too, Y/N,” he stated seriously. “None of this ‘he said this,’ ‘he said that,’ ‘please fuck me’ bullshit from you either.”

You gaped at him, arms wrapped tightly around the crew’s bag.

“Now why the hell do you think—”

“Zip it.”

Without giving you much of an opportunity to continue, Kevin sped off in front of you, ready to leave the building. You couldn’t even look at Hyunjae as heat rushed to your cheeks, struggling to trail after Kevin’s speedy steps.

Despite carrying heavier items, Hyunjae caught up to you with ease. You wanted nothing more than for Hyunjae’s feet to either slow down or speed up tremendously, but of course he purposely chose to walk by your side, attached to you by the hip.

“He sees it,” Hyunjae sing-songed. “Everyone sees it.”

“Sees what?” you snorted, oblivious to what he was indicating.

“That you want me,” he replied nonchalantly.

The moment you two stepped outside the doors of the center, you stopped to face him, trying to confirm what exactly he was implying.

“You can’t be serious.”

Hyunjae, who also stopped with your steps, shrugged.

“You’re the one in denial.”

Realizing that he was serious, you felt every muscle in your body tense up.

“Hyunjae,” you stated firmly. “I have a boyfriend, remember?”

Instead of receiving something witty from Hyunjae like normal, his relaxed facial features suddenly scrambled into one that expressed remote shock. His lips were slightly parted, eyes searching yours for any hint that indicated you were lying or messing around with him, but you were serious.

The aggressive playfulness from earlier had evaporated faster than boiling water, and you watched as he became stilled. Your heart started pounding, anxiety creeping up within you due to not being able to read Hyunjae like you normally do.

“Since when?” he asked. His voice was quiet, his tone firmer, and by now, Kevin was already by his car, too far from the two of you to understand what was going on. Hell, even you could barely understand what was happening.

“Earth to Hyunjae?” you joked, nervously laughing in an attempt to eliminate the newfound tension looming in the atmosphere. “It’s always been Jiwoong, remember?”

For a moment, Hyunjae could feel his mouth drying up. All his thoughts were held captive in his throat, and his lips remained parted as if they weren’t meant to collide at all. He stared at you like you had just teleported in front of him.

“Y/N,” he stated calmly, “he cheated on you.”

Your initial response was to get defensive, claiming that you already knew that because hell, it was your relationship, but then your brain acknowledged the true elephant in the conversation.

“How-...how the hell do you know about that?”

“I- You know word just-…That doesn’t matter. What matters is why in the world—”

“It was a mistake, okay?”

“A mistake?” As Hyunjae’s brows raised, so did his tone. “You know, people—decent people, don’t make mistakes like that.”

Seeing how Hyunjae was gritting his teeth, how his eyes were locked on yours, built up a foreign frustration within you. Something about the way Hyunjae was behaving felt like he was trying to control you.

All the rage from before had now returned, yet this time, there was no more leniency from you—not when Hyunjae was being more condescending than he had ever been.

“You know nothing, Hyunjae, so frankly, I really don’t care about what you think about my relationship with my boy-”

“You’re still with him??”

“Look,” you snapped. “Just because you have the luxury of crushing my hopes and dreams on a daily basis, it does not give you the right to dictate what’s wrong or right about my love life and my decisions. Understood?”

And just like how you always are, Hyunjae refused to shut up.

“How is it dictating when it’s common sense to dump a shitty person?” He dropped the bags onto the ground, and not once did he look away from you. “He’s never treated you well either, and you know that—”

“It’s not your decision to make,” you repeated. You could feel the three key elements of creating a fire stir up within you. You had the fuel, the oxygen, and the heat, and Hyunjae was the chemical chain reaction that would set it off. “How dense can you fucking be to not back down?”

“He cheated on you,” he reasserted, and there was a rage in his eyes that you had never once encountered. “He’s done so many shitty things, and he hasn’t changed–”

“Again, none of your fucking business–”

“And I’m pretty sure I saw—”

“I am not going to repeat myself-”

“Can’t you just listen to what I-”

“Drop it.” You were seconds away from yelling at him, ready to unleash all your anger because never once has someone threatened your love life—Jiwoong, the man you considered your soulmate. Your flame had officially engulfed his, and all Hyunjae could do was stare at you in disbelief and disappointment.

Turning to look away, you gazed up into the sky and scoffed, not understanding why tears had begun to pool up in your eyes. At the end of the day, Hyunjae meant nothing to you—you didn’t even consider him a friend.

After moments of experiencing what it was like to be suffocated by a tension so unbearable, you eventually found a way to ground yourself.

“I can’t blame him, you know,” you whispered, using the back of your hand to wipe away your tears. “We were angry. He just–...he needed an outlet, and at that time, that outlet happened to not be me, okay?”

Hyunjae stared at you, his mouth desperate to say something, anything, to make you see what he sees—a relationship that isn’t meant to be. That you didn’t deserve to be treated this way. Maybe you were no more than an acquaintance to him, but he knew you have always deserved better.

“He isn’t someone worth fighting for.”

“And that’s none of your business,” you scowled.

“It isn’t right—”

“Stay in your fucking lane, Jae.”

Hyunjae clamped his mouth shut, and the sight of you completely breaking down tore him apart. Possibly it was all the years you spent together growing up, constantly arguing, yet he knew he was always one to look out for you.

You sucked in a cheek, gnawing at it as your chest urged for you to forgive him, to apologize for lashing out without much notice, but in the end, you prioritized your pride over him.

Not only was Hyunjae’s persistence a stab to your heart, but you suspected that Kevin was the one who told him. By spilling your secrets, it was as if Kevin saw the knife that impaled you and yanked it out of your chest, causing you to bleed to your death.

“I’m done with this conversation,” you muttered, dropping the bag in your arms to the ground by his feet. Your plans had changed to you walking home alone, wanting nothing to do with the other two boys for the next hour or so.

When you turned around to walk away, you knew Hyunjae was going to try and say something. You knew him best whenever he was at his worst, so you spun around to face him for the last time that day to cut him off.

“Never fucking cross that line with me again, got it?”

And with that, you left.

Kevin apologized to you the morning after.

He normally drove you to school, and you debated getting into his car when he showed up. Thankfully you chose to do otherwise because the second you stepped inside, Kevin was apologizing profusely. He talked about how anxious he was all night when Hyunjae told him what happened, and he wouldn’t have known what to do if you didn’t forgive him. Obviously you did, and the rest of the car ride was spent with him explaining his side of the story.

According to Kevin, he only told Hyunjae about how you got cheated on because it seemed like Hyunjae already knew. As Kevin recalled the whole scene, you two assessed the signs, such as how Hyunjae didn’t provide any sort of reaction when Kevin dropped the news. In fact, it had seemed like Hyunjae had brought it up to Kevin instead.

Regardless, it became the last of your worries because all that mattered was that you were back to being on good terms with your best friend.

But avoiding Hyunjae felt like lighting a match in the rain.

It was your agonizing reality for the next two months, and although you could argue that you had gotten closer to your boyfriend during the supposed ‘Hyunjae Drought,’ you were still plagued with him being everywhere around you.

He was in all your classes, and you never truly processed the extent of how involved Hyunjae had always been throughout high school with you. You weren’t on the swim team, but you were stuck with him during meetings for both the broadcasting team and student council.

Yet it all felt so different.

Unless he was called on, Hyunjae would talk much less unprovoked and would never look at you during meetings. When he would address the entire team, he would glance at you for a split second before looking elsewhere, no longer watching you like a hawk.

You had also gotten quieter because without Hyunjae to banter with, you recognized that you barely had friends in any of those classes either.

There was no longer a fight between your flames, and you two kept as much distance as possible. You were thankful that there hadn’t been an instance that interrupted that, such as being forced to record more B-roll with him, and you could only hope that the rest of your senior year would remain the same.

Then you would never have to see him in college.

Now you were back to being the mediocre student that faded into the background. People knew your name at best, but none have ever tried to become your friend aside from Kevin. No matter how involved you tried to get, the closest you were to anyone was a classmate.

Hyunjae had always overshadowed you too, and for the first time in years, you were detached from his fumes—yet somehow, some way, the smoke from his fire would remain in your lungs, continuing to suffocate you even more than it had before. It didn’t give you that breath of fresh air of new friends or a better life; instead, it helped you realize that you didn’t matter. It was a miracle that you even scored Jiwoong as your boyfriend.

But then that begged the question: why did Hyunjae bother spending his time ridiculing you?

From the very beginning, you had always meant something to him, and you couldn’t pinpoint how or why. When there was no competition in academics, he treated it as if there was. Every time you ranted, he would listen, whether it be about him or something else. Even when you talked about how your chicken from the cafeteria was burnt, he would give you his own before calling you stupid for not noticing until you sat down.

He never shrugged you off like you were nothing or shut you down because your emotions were invalid. He entertained you each time with ease, and most importantly, he knew when to respect your boundaries. Hyunjae was probably the most mindful person you knew and could often tell when you were distressed or needed another form of reaction from him.

He knew when to stop.

Yet when it came to the one instance involving Jiwoong, he crossed the line multiple times. Why?

“Hyunjae isn’t here today.”

“Huh?”

“Didn’t show up for a single class.”

Kevin watched you play with your food with a fork, rolling the cold, barely spherical peas around and into the stale rice.

“That’s not like him,” he replied.

“Yeah.”

“I wonder why.”

“I wonder too.”

After the driest possible conversation in existence, you sighed and dropped your fork into your tray.

“I need to stop forgetting to pack myself lunch. This shit makes me lose my appetite, I swear. We should call the police and tell them the food they’re serving is illegal and a disgrace to this country.”

“Keep it away before I lose my appetite too.”

You didn’t react nor respond to what Kevin said, letting the conversation rot as you pouted at your food. The cafeteria was unusually louder today, making it easier to space out into thought.

Kevin took out his sandwich with a wide grin and started eating, grateful he never had to deal with what the school was feeding thanks to his mom, but eventually his eyes shifted over to you. You were unmoving with your gaze locked onto an empty spot on the table, so after moments of debating between asking you what’s wrong and ignoring you to devour his lunch, he opted to set his sandwich aside and stared straight at you.

“Why are you thinking about him?”

That was enough to garner your attention, your head snapping up to stare at your best friend like he was the craziest person you knew for mentioning Hyunjae, much less suggesting that your mind was wrapped around him.

“What?”

“Hyunjae. With his perfect attendance, a day without him should be a blessing, yet you brought up how he didn’t show up today and then moped harder than anyone I’ve ever seen mope. You should be over the moon, dancing on the tables and stealing people’s food, not-...” Kevin waved a finger at you, “whatever this is. You seem out of it.”

“Well it’s not because of Hyunjae, I’ll tell you that,” you snorted. Your eyes fell back down to your tray, and the more you looked at it, the more nauseous you got. You scrunched your nose. “If anything, it’s probably because of this shit food.”

Kevin rolled his eyes before tearing his sandwich into halves. You perked at the sight and ogled the half Kevin taunted you with. You were about to thank him and take it into your possession before Kevin jerked back his arm, making you whine.

“Throw away your food, then I’ll give you it.”

“Fine,” you grumbled. As Kevin returned to his delicious, most scrumptious, packed lunch you had ever seen, you picked up your tray and walked it to the nearest trash can. As you dropped the whole thing inside, you heard your name being called.

“Y/N!”

You whipped around to check to see who it was and smiled at the sight of Eunseo waving at you. You wouldn’t consider her a good friend, but you knew her well enough since she was the vice president of the student council.

She ran over to you with a stack of paper in her arms, relieved to have caught you.

“Y/N, hi! I’m so glad I found you. I was scared I wouldn’t because of how packed it is.”

She flashed you her usual glowing smile, and you noticed that she was a bit more giddy than usual, making you question why she was choosing to talk to you in the first place. All your conversations normally took place before, during, and after student council meetings, so this was slightly out of character.

“What’s up?” you asked. As you looked at her, you noticed how her outfit was slightly more put together than it normally was. She had on a cute top that suited her chest perfectly and a skirt that you had never seen her wear.

“Your outfit’s really cute today.”

“Really?!” Her bright demeanor then faded into concern. “Wait, is it too noticeable or out of the blue? Is it bad?”

“No, no. Not at all!” you reassured. “It’s just the right amount of perfect.”

“Great! God, that means the world coming from you. It’s because!...” She stopped to glance around, making sure that no one was eavesdropping, before taking a step closer to whisper. “It’s because I was finally asked out on a date by my crush!”

She could barely contain her excitement, holding back a squeal with her bottom lip latched between her teeth. Her sunshine-like energy made you grin.

“That’s great! I’m glad you’re making progress.” Your eyebrows pinched as you tried to recall the last time Eunseo had updated you about her crush. “You’ve been pining after him for so long—whoever ‘him’ is, anyway.”

The question of who Eunseo liked had always gone unanswered. She never told anyone, not even the ones who knew her best, but she loved gushing about her mystery crush to everyone she knew. All people really knew, you included, was how down bad she was.

A part of you wondered if it was someone you knew—someone pretty like Juyeon or well-known like…Hyunjae.

“Oh, I wish I could tell you, and maybe I will if things go really well and we become official!” She squealed and hopped in her spot, unable to resist giving you a half-hug with her free arm. “This is so exciting, Y/N!”

“I’m really happy for you.” Your smile was genuine until you thought about why she was looking for you, starting to doubt that she called you over just so she could tell you about her date.

“I’ll let you know how it goes, swear. But! That aside, I also have something for you.”

You knew it.

Your brows raised, and when you didn’t catch on, she gestured to the papers in her arms with guilt.

“I know this is kind of a dick move, and I’m really really sorry, but I promised to put up fliers for prom today. My date is right after my last class.” Her frown had deepened, and for a split second, you found yourself sympathizing with her because who wanted to let down such a cheerful personality, especially when this was life-changing for her?

“So you want me to do it?”

“Exactly! Please, that would be great. It shouldn’t take too long, too.”

You thought about how you would have to give up an evening of playing on your switch or extra time to study for an upcoming exam, but you knew it was your duty as secretary to help out whenever needed.

Not to mention that it would also make you a decent friend not to hold Eunseo back from her soon-to-be love life despite her poor date planning. If you were in her shoes, you would have wanted her to do the same for you too.

“Sure,” you accepted. “Why not?”

“You’re the best, seriously!” She handed you the fliers as she began to fill you in on the extra details.

“I already told Mr. Barajas that I wasn’t feeling well and that you were going to do it, so he said it all worked out and to not worry about it,” she rambled, happy to give the extra weight (both literally and metaphorically) to you. “I just printed these out, so everything should be perfect to go. Oh, and don’t worry about any extras! Just set them on Barajas’s desk when you’re finished. Hyunjae will also be in 142 with tape ready for you.”

The mention of the forbidden name nearly made every cell in your body halt.

“What?”

Eunseo tilted her head at you, confused, before finally realizing.

“Oh crap, I forgot! I’m so sorry, I really did forget you guys weren’t on good terms. I hope it’s okay that he’s helping you out. I mean, he’s supposed to, but it was meant for him and me to do it together, not you two, so…God, I’m really sorry Y/N.”

Before you could even react to the newfound information, she continued.

“I really have to go now. Thank you again! I promise I’ll make it up to you!” And with her rosy pink cheeks and a stunning shade of red on her lips, she basically skipped away and waved goodbye to you with a smile, so you reciprocated it with an awkward one of your own.

When she turned her back, your smile immediately dropped and you sighed heavily.

“Have fun on your date,” you mumbled, your eyes falling to fliers in your arms. As you skimmed the one on top, you noticed it was to promote going to prom while also including a big QR code to vote for who should be your school’s prom king and queen. You expected it since it was the last meeting’s topic of discussion, but what you weren’t aware of was who were listed as nominees.

There were eight names listed under ‘Prom Court,’ and while you expected Hyunjae’s, Eunseo’s, and your boyfriend’s names on it, your jaw nearly hit the ground at the sight of your own.

With every passing class period, your anxiety would kick up a notch.

The dread of talking to the face you had been avoiding for two months engulfed you, and it caused you to develop the urge to ditch your current class to go hunt for Jacob, the student council’s historian. You wanted nothing more than to dump the stack of fliers into his arms, and knowing Jacob, he wouldn’t ask any questions. Hell, you were certain that if you asked him nicely, he would do it for you because of how naturally sweet and endearing he was.

But the guilt of ditching your secretary duties kept picking at your skin, and besides, all you had to do was treat Hyunjae like a colleague. That should be easy, right?

As you suffered through the last few minutes of class and your teacher’s incessant ramblings about the upcoming exam, your thoughts drifted over to what would happen the moment you stepped into room 142.

Hyunjae hadn’t shown up to a single class all day, yet he was expected to set up fliers after school. As your thoughts snowballed, you arrived at the baseless conclusion that maybe Eunseo wasn’t aware that Hyunjae was absent today, therefore someone else (like Jacob) would take over.

Suddenly, your back had straightened with feigned interest in your teacher’s last few words. Something about Jacob being there instead of Hyunjae had excited you; it felt like you were free and that the universe was listening to your prayers. The gamble of seeing whether it would be Hyunjae or Jacob (or literally anyone else) had your right leg bouncing, eyes on the clock, and when the bell rang, you shot up from your seat, backpack over your shoulders and fliers in your arms, before dashing out of the classroom.

You sped down the hallway to 142, Mrs. Zhang’s room for Chemistry, bug-eyed, before having your delusions crushed at the sight of Hyunjae’s stupidly large height leaning against one of the counters. Your feet stood glued to the ground by the doorway, your eyes locked onto him.

Covered from head to toe in sweats, Hyunjae was immersed in whatever was on his phone, scrolling through something as his brown curls peeked out from inside his hood. Without any hint of him acknowledging your presence, your shattered hopes slowly began to rebuild.

Maybe if you were quiet enough, you could sneak out with the tape and do everything on your own, avoiding him at all. Actually, scratch that. You didn’t even need the tape. All you had to do was go to another teacher’s room, steal their tape for half an hour, and then return it with ease.

The plan was effortless, and you mentally smacked your forehead for not thinking of it earlier. Right as you were about to execute it, your backpack slammed against the doorframe as you turned on your heels.

“Nice try.”

You groaned out of embarrassment (and slight pain) and forced yourself to turn around. Hyunjae’s phone was now face down on the counter, and his arms were crossed over his abdomen. His face remained stoic as his eyes met yours, wielding a tension you didn’t recognize.

Now that you could properly look at him, you noticed a few details that you hadn’t before, such as the small tear on his lower lip and the bandaid on his cheekbone. If you looked long enough, you could catch light patches of purple across his skin, and the sight hindered all your thoughts, your brain too occupied with piecing together how he ended up like this.

“What happened?” you blurted, your gaze shooting up from his lips to his eyes.

Hyunjae staggered at your suddenty, but he managed to keep himself stilled, his brows pinching.

“What do you mean?”

Even if Hyunjae didn’t mean to, his question became an invitation for your unfiltered thoughts to spill out of your mouth.

“You didn’t show up for any of our classes today,” you began, “but now you’re here? For some stupid fliers? You’re barely dressed properly like you normally are, your hair isn’t straightened, you look pale, Jae, and what’s up with the bruises or the bandaid on your cheek–”

“Are you seriously psychoanalyzing me?” he asked with a scoff. There was no humor in his tone. Instead, it looked as if he was irritated, perhaps even more than you were.

Hyunjae barely met your eyes, and his arms closed himself off from you.

“What–?”

“You’re evaluating me like I’m some sort of lab project, Y/N.”

“No, no I’m not,” you rejected. “I’m just saying things are a little off.” You kept your eyes firm on his, even as he pushed himself off the counter with his phone and made his way over to you. “And you know, you really can’t blame me for being somewhat worried when one, you don’t show up, and two, you look like a whole mess—”

“Just hand over the fliers—” he interrupted, gritting his teeth as he outstretched his arm in your direction. You dodged him by turning your body 180 degrees and stood your ground.

“What happened?” you repeated, this time more firmly.

Hyunjae looked at you, a blank expression on his face, before turning back around to grab the roll of tape left on the teacher’s desk. When he returned, he shoved it into your arms while simultaneously stealing half the stack. You protested with an exclaimed ‘Hey!’ yet he didn’t bat an eye and skimmed over the contents of the flier on top.

Bothered by his lack of response, you frowned and made sure to block the doorway, refusing to let him leave until you received answers.

“Why are you acting like this? Pretending that I’m not even—”

“I’ll do upstairs, you do downstairs,” he muttered.

“Did you get into a fight? Why weren’t you here today? Why are you here now—”

“You’d think you’d know,” he finally answered, pushing past you like you weighed none less than a feather.

Your brain had fully malfunctioned at that point, unable to decipher what he meant as Hyunjae walked off to the nearest staircase. As his footsteps echoed down the hall, you thought about what he was implying yet came to no resolution. Did he assume that you were caught up in your school’s latest gossip? Or that you were the main admin for his biggest fan page on Instagram?

The idea made you snort, and you scowled bitterly at his childish attitude. It wasn’t like you were a complete stranger intruding on his personal life—hell, you felt like you deserved an explanation because of how you were forced to do this with him.

As you stormed off past the remaining lingering students to the nearest bulletin board, you questioned how you were going to do this on your own.

You had put up fliers countless times in the past few years yet never alone. Luckily, you had a general idea of where the fliers should go when it came to the school’s hallways, but as you approached your first destination, you struggled with ripping off pieces of tape while holding the stack at the same time. It would’ve been easier with a partner by your side, one who either did the tape ripping or placing of the fliers, but you weren’t desperate enough to fall into the role of a helpless princess in need of her pretty (useless) prince.

After some trial and error, you found a method that consisted of setting the stack on the ground occasionally so you could rip off pieces of tape. Then you would slap said pieces of tape onto your wrist, having them readily available as you put up a few fliers at a time.

Although slightly time-consuming, it was working well and kept you at a steady pace until you heard crashing footsteps behind you from afar. Without paying any mind to it, you bit back your curiosity in order to focus on the wall in front of you, but then you made the mistake of taking a step back, bumping into the person who was sprinting.

You lost your balance and fell forward before catching yourself shortly after. However, the fliers had already flown out of your arms, scattering across and down the long hallway.

Ready to curse out the offender for running down the hallway, you were surprised when you saw that it was Eunseo behind you, pouring out apologies while a loopy grin was smacked onto her face.

You steadied your anger and told her it was okay, getting down onto your knees to collect all the fliers. Her ‘sorry’s could only go so far with her smeared lipstick, a dazed gaze, and her hair holding the mold to someone else’s (presumably her crush’s) hands in them, but you still excused her, knowing that she was over the moon right now.

“It’s okay, Eunseo, I promise.” You forced out a chuckle as you crawled to scavenge for the ones that flew a few feet away.

“I really didn’t mean to,” she pouted, but it was shortly followed up with bubbly giggles. “God, Y/N, can you believe this? Oh, it’s going so well! I think I love him, I do.”

“Good for you,” you grumbled, hoping that she didn’t hear it as you continued to move down the hallway, hating how far the fliers had escaped from you. You also hated how she just stood there without intent on helping you at all.

“I have to really go now. Got volleyball practice soon, but I think I’m seeing him tomorrow too!” She waved you goodbye.

And just like that, she continued running off.

You stared at how you were only able to collect half the mess, hating how Eunseo had somehow managed to delay you even further from being in the comfort of your bed. You were also salty at how her date was taking place at the school, wishing she could’ve dragged him around while she taped stuff up before getting dick-downed of some sort.

Deciding that she and her business weren’t worth your time, you continued to pick everything up as quickly as you could, wanting nothing more than to go home.

When you finally finished collecting every last flier, you were prepared to get back into the groove of things before feeling your phone vibrate in the side pocket of your backpack. Wondering if it was something important, you took it out and beamed at the idea of it being a new message from Jiwoong.

Dating him felt like falling in love with him all over again whenever he texted. Your heart would pound in your chest when you thought about him and explode whenever he gave you his attention and time. You were addicted to him, especially knowing that he was yours after liking him since middle school.

So to say you were disappointed was far worse than an understatement. It was from a number you hadn’t saved yet always recognized and undoubtedly remembered by heart.

Of course it was Hyunjae.

You had Hyunjae’s phone number due to previous class projects and group chats, but you had never once saved it because you thought he was undeserving of being a contact in your phone. Nonetheless, with how the years have passed and how much his number infiltrates every group chat you were in, it was only fair that your brain had unintentionally memorized all ten digits.

The message he sent consisted of him saying that he was done with the fliers, and you rolled your eyes. Even after the way he treated you earlier, he still chose to let you know and brag about how fast he was.

You shoved your phone away vigorously, ready to return to your slapping-fliers-on-walls duty, before perking at the sound of footsteps behind you once more.

Automatically assuming it was Eunseo or another student staying after for a club or sport, you were stunned when you heard his voice.

“You’re not even halfway yet?”

In no fucking universe are you turning around; not for him.

“Go gloat somewhere else,” you snapped. The next flier you taped up was nearly slammed onto the wall, but Hyunjae was left unphased by your sudden outburst. He stood next to you and remained quiet, even when you left to place the next flier a few feet away on the opposite wall.

When he didn’t follow, you sighed out of relief, yet somehow you couldn’t help but peek at him, eyeing his hands that were tucked into the pockets of his sweatpants. He was staring straight at the lopsided flier you had put up, and when you decided you had enough of peering at him, he was back by your side.

“What are you doing?” you grumbled. He was the one who pushed you away, yet now here he was, glued to your side like how he was two months ago.

“You’re taking too long.”

“I had a mishap,” you explained, “but that’s none of your concern.” The lines on your forehead bunched up, and you waved him off, bending down to place the stack on the ground. Figuring it wasn’t weird at all, you continued your method of ripping off pieces of tape and slapping it onto your wrist.

And Hyunjae was totally judging.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Just go home.”

Despite being on the ground and sitting on your heels, you could physically feel the heat on the back of your head due to his eyes burning a hole into your skull, and for a split second, you knew exactly what he was thinking.

“I can do it myself,” you explained.

“What are you even doing?”

“Can you just go?” You picked up the stack once again as you rose to your feet, doing your best to avoid whatever look was on Hyunjae’s face. He was probably stifling a laugh or keeping his expression smug, but when you did cave and peek, his face was still solemn, his eyes on your wrist with concern.

“You’re struggling.”

“Thank you for your observation, Mr. Obvious,” you retorted.

“Let me do it.”

Taken aback, you whipped your head over to his direction.

“You’re kidding.”

“You don’t even want to be here,” he reasoned through gritted teeth. “Just go, and you can thank me later.”

“Thank you?!” Appalled at his audacity, you couldn’t help but laugh out of disbelief. “Seriously, Hyunjae? You want me to thank you for stealing my job? Again? You can’t be fucking serious.”

“Because you can’t take any criticism ever, or in this case, any form of help, so just let me do it.”

Hyunjae was eerily calm about the whole ordeal, his energy far from matching yours.

“I do take help,” you refuted. “I just don’t take yours, and neither do I need it, too.”

“You’re so goddamn stubborn.” And within a blink of an eye, he had managed to snatch the stack of fliers from you.

“Hey!” you yelled, feeling as if it was deja vu from earlier (you really needed to step up your defense), and reached out to take them back, but he was quick to turn his body, shielding them from you.

“Give me the tape and go,” he urged, emotionless. The Hyunjae in front of you now was someone you truly didn’t recognize because the Hyunjae you knew would have made fun of you and held the fliers above your head, teasing you for being so weak.

Yet he stood still, creating a barrier between you and the duty that was forced upon you. You didn’t want to be here anyway, yet you were so insistent on making sure Hyunjae wasn’t stealing your work again. You weren’t incapable, and you hated how he always managed to be faster.

Even now, he was miles away from being playful with you, and yet he still had a way to shove it in your face.

“Hyunjae, I swear—”

“Give me the tape, and you can run off to your little boyfriend waiting for you by the entrance.”

Your lips parted at his words, eyes wide as you worked to comprehend his words. You questioned how he knew about Jiwoong’s whereabouts, how he knew that Jiwoong was waiting and that you didn’t, but knowing that he was serious, you reluctantly gave up and dropped the roll of tape on the ground, forcing him to pick it up.

You were sick of constantly arguing with him, and even if he was lying about Jiwoong, at least you would be away from Hyunjae. There was no point in fighting for your dignity anymore, not when Hyunjae’s narcissism was insufferable.

By walking away with heavy and quick strides, you hoped he felt humiliated by how poorly he was treating you—how he had always treated you like this.

As much as you wanted it to be true, you hoped Hyunjae was lying just so you had more evidence against his self-absorbed and shitty personality, but alas, you found Jiwoong standing precisely where Hyunjae said he was.

Regardless, all stress and frustrations had lifted from your being, and you called out to your boyfriend with a smile that would make your cheeks ache in minutes.

“Woong!” You waved your hands with a small bounce in your steps as you rushed over to him.

Your boyfriend’s head shot up, surprised to see you. His utter shock quickly switches to one of sheer happiness, tucking his device away before opening his arms for you.

“Hey, baby!”

You tossed yourself into his embrace, hugging him tight after pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“What are you doing here?” With your face in his neck, your voice came out muffled, and it made Jiwoong laugh.

“Had to stay after to discuss my grades with a teacher, then I decided to stay back a bit for you.” He cooed and kissed the top of your head, holding you incredibly close. When you pulled back, his hands had moved from behind your backpack to your hips instead, holding them as you stared up at him.

“You were waiting for me?” you asked, eyes wide with stars in them.

“Of course I was, baby.”

You were radiating, feeling happier than ever. The last time you saw Jiwoong was a week ago, and with your clashing schedules, you two very rarely get the opportunity to make plans. Your hands rested atop his shoulders, and when he pulled you in for a kiss, you smiled.

But then it fell.

Something felt off.

If someone were to inquire Hyunjae about who his heart belonged to, your name would be his answer—whether he intended to say it or not.

Hyunjae had always been considered the school’s favorite. His intelligence may not be up to par with others, but his authority was what made him a prominent member of your high school. Some blame it on his looks, but most were aware enough to know that wasn’t the case.

Hyunjae knew how to think on his feet, and his problem-solving skills outwitted everyone within his grade level. Reaching tranquillity had never been an issue for him, allowing him to be levelheaded while making decisions. He emitted an aura that made classmates truly listen to him and the ideas he shared, and overall, it made him a great contender to lead every group and organization he was in.

Additionally, Hyunjae’s heart was what won over most people. His lack of vulnerability seemed to be his only flaw, but it was an obstacle he could overlook when it came to empathizing with others. By actively being involved in the community through volunteering and holding fundraisers, everyone could recognize Hyunjae’s devotion to hope for humanity.

All these traits were what led Hyunjae up onto the pedestal and the public eye, a household name for all families in the district. Titles and awards naturally gravitated towards him throughout the years, resulting in him winning the vote as president of your school’s student council and enough scholarships to provide him a full ride at most universities.

It was safe to say that competition against Lee Hyunjae was sparse, and you were no different.

Your grades would teeter around his standard, hence how you two collectively ended up in the same classes, but aside from that, you had nothing else that could compare to what he was capable of.

Except for one thing; your fury.

There was an inferno inside you at all times, and instead of your body shielding off your heart with steel, people around you would come to find out that your heart was the reason for that large blaze of fire, possessing a passion unlike any other.

Hyunjae had never once seen a peer with as much fight as you. It was a trait only you encapsulated, one that you weren’t afraid to express. You stood up for yourself and your beliefs, and it was easy to pick fights with him when he had been troubling you from the very moment you two were assigned to sit next to each other in seventh-grade algebra.

Hyunjae yearned for you ever since, his only want being your attention. You gave him the drive to succeed in high school and thrive in his senior year, and he was positive that he wouldn’t be doing this well without a reason to show off in front of you. He wanted your praise, your acknowledgment, but he loved the chase the most.

Unfortunately, that was the exact reason he ended up here.

The chase was what made him fall for every part of you, wanting nothing more than your lips on his and the ability to have you by his side at all times, but it was also what landed you with your current boyfriend.

It was like his life was a video game with God giving him the hardest difficulty setting by making sure you were obsessed with someone undeserving of all that he wanted. There wasn’t even a chance of you two possibly being friends in your eyes. Meanwhile, Hyunjae would argue that you two had more chemistry than any other couple in your class, but that hope was crushed, shredded, and stomped on when he found out you still devoted your love to Jiwoong.

Regardless, it didn’t change who you were as a person. Your heart was still just as large and beautiful, and your drive to succeed hadn’t lessened. The bickering never faltered, and it wasn’t like Hyunjae was opposed whenever you expressed disgust at the thought of him being turned on because of you (and that was because he found the idea of you thinking about him hot—yes, his expectations were that low).

So it was why after two months of almost zero to no contact, you treating him as if those months didn’t exist created the largest dilemma he had ever faced. He spent the next week thinking about your intentions and why you seemed to care so much, specifically right after when Hyunjae had willed himself to believe that he meant jackshit to you. You effortlessly toyed with his heart, leaving him in everlasting misery, while you seemed to do completely fine.

What was a typical and ideal lifestyle for you was a nightmare and tormenting hellhole for Hyunjae. He didn’t just crave the warmth and comfort from your undying flames.

He wanted to burn.

Insanity engulfed him on the days spent without you, leaving him to wonder why you had to make things extensively worse by pointing out his absence or how he had put less effort into his hair. Why did it seem like the concern you expressed was genuine? Why pretend that you cared for him as much as he cared for you?

He was going insane—so insane that he drove to a college party with three other friends in his sedan on a Wednesday night.

It was being held by a fraternity he and his friends were far more than familiar with thanks to Jongin, an upperclassman he met in his sophomore year and remained friends with since then. The beginning of the senior year marked the origin of parties and hook-ups in weak sporadic attempts to get over you.

At this rate, Hyunjae could argue that he was more experienced than half of the current college freshmen class. Getting girls in bed was the easiest part; the hardest part was forgetting about you. From what was a method created to move on from you became one that prepared him for when you wanted sex with him.

But with your constant longing for Jiwoong, Hyunjae made sure that this party would be different.

Although accustomed to having sex with various women, Hyunjae had never been one to drink. This was a fact about him that raised brows, specifically Jongin’s when he first tried urging Hyunjae with a drink, but tonight he vowed to change that. He was normally their designated driver, but when Hyunjae informed Sangyeon of his plan, the elder was more than delighted to remain sober so Hyunjae could get a taste of alcohol.

“Hey, man! It’s about time!” Jongin exclaimed the instant he found out about Hyunjae’s willingness to drink, pulling a fresh bottle out of the cooler specifically for his friend.

“That’s what I told him!” Sangyeon projected his voice over the music, giving Hyunjae a supportive pat on the back.

Hyunjae rolled his eyes at his friends’ remarks and thanked Jongin for the beer, hanging around by the counter as the three conversed and caught up. The two laughed at the way Hyunjae’s face scrunched up at the taste, Sangyeon shoving him lightly with the claim that Hyunjae was being overdramatic.

With his earlier mindless decision of tossing on a mesh long-sleeve shirt over his black tank top, Hyunjae had attracted another partygoer by his side momentarily after his first sip. She wrapped her arms around one of his and inserted herself into the conversation with hopes of getting Hyunjae in bed by the end of the night, and crazily enough, he considered it for a moment before feeling his phone vibrate in his back pocket.

Normally it would be something he’d ignore, but it remained persistent, signifying that he was receiving a call. He didn’t know who would be calling at this hour—well, aside from Minghao and his usual complaints about Hyunjae partying as a high schooler on a school night.

After setting the glass down on the counter to grab his phone, any urgency to intoxicate himself as quickly as possible vanished the very second he saw your name glowing on his screen. With an awkward retraction of his arm and a forced cough, Hyunjae excused himself and answered the call.

“Hello?”

With music pounding inside his ear canals, it was expected that he couldn’t hear anything you were saying. He navigated through various crowds to reach the entrance of the house, his heart replicating the booming vibrations from the loudspeakers as he prayed that you wouldn’t hang up on him.

“Okay, I…I should be free now,” he stammered after stepping outside. The sudden stillness of Mother Nature was a drastic change from the party scene, coercing him to focus on his racing heartbeat and the anxiety accumulating in his tightening chest. He was breathing heavily, both from pushing through people in a rush and also because of you.

You never failed to render him weak and helpless, leaving him like a puppy longing for their owner’s guidance.

There was a silence, but he could hear your gentle breaths hitting your phone.

“I need a ride.”

Hyunjae blinked, his body tensing up, as the many thoughts in his brain scrambled to make meaning of what you meant. However, it didn’t matter because you hung up shortly after, leaving him alone to revel in your words.

Your bluntness and suddenty made Hyunjae malfunction, his thoughts leading him to question if he had even heard you correctly. Rarely did you ever reach out to him, and what could you need him for? Especially after lashing out at him and ignoring him for two months? Of course, there was that one day a week ago when you two were forced to talk together, the day he was given a one-day suspension, but you two returned to treating each other like strangers like it was natural.

He stared at his phone in hopes of receiving more information, that you’d perhaps call again to reconfirm or say you had the wrong number. He felt like he was dreaming—that the person he had wanted for so long needed him for once, but he couldn’t help but also believe that this may be the beginning of another nightmare.

But it was you, and Hyunjae was willing to risk it.

After checking his call logs to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating, he rushed back into the fraternity house, thankful he didn’t proceed with drinking any more than he did.

He found everyone exactly where he had left them (the girl included) and announced his departure. The girl made sure Hyunjae knew how disappointed she was, but that was his last concern as he grabbed the beer bottle and handed it to Sangyeon, giving him a pat on the back.

“Drink up and find an Uber.”

“No fucking way you’re leaving us this soon, man.” Jongin shook his head in disapproval, his forearms resting against the countertop.

“Another time, I promise, yeah?” Hyunjae started walking away, waving to them as his heart continued to thrum in his chest.

“He’s lying,” Sangyeon snorted, taking a swig before bidding Hyunjae a bitter goodbye. “You owe me!"

Hyunjae ran out of the house, his legs making quick and long strides as he ran to his parked car down the block. His newfound adrenaline made him think about what he was sacrificing to be with you. Was leaving the party and betraying his friends worth spending even a second with you? What if you were asking him to drive you and your boyfriend somewhere? Could his heart even deal with being used like that?

But as much as Hyunjae hated it, he knew he was making the right choice. The self-respect he had for himself was buried six feet deep beneath the surface of the earth when it came to you.

God, he really hoped he wasn’t hallucinating.

For a split second, Hyunjae truly debated what he was doing after getting into his car. He was already driving, but he didn’t know where to go. Luckily, it didn’t take you long to send him a text with your location, and it was a place he was familiar with.

It was a park that he often frequented as a kid since it resided by his old neighborhood, and he was thankful he knew exactly where to go because he knew he would’ve definitely crashed the car while pulling up your location on his GPS. Hyunjae was doubtful it was the alcohol in his system making his fingers shake and his mind uneasy. He blamed you for his hysteria, one that had developed over years of endless longing.

Luckily the drive wasn’t long thanks to the roads being mainly void of other vehicles (and maybe he did speed a few times, but he considered it justified). Before pulling into the parking lot, he spotted a lone figure curled up on a nearby bench. A small weight had been lifted off of him, relieved it was just you, and he parked aimlessly while his eyes rested on you.

You seemed unphased by his added presence, your arms unmoving as they stayed wrapped around your legs. The bench you were sitting in was facing away from the parking lot, but with his headlights illuminating the view in front of you, you certainly had to know he was there.

In an ideal world, Hyunjae would leave his car, join you by your side, and, if he was lucky, he’d pull you into his arms and hold you close against his chest. He wanted to be there for you in whatever way he could, but he ended up being a deer in headlights, too afraid to make the wrong move and lose you again.

He sat there for a minute, watching you, and as soon as he received the confidence to reach for the handle of his door, you were up on your feet. His fingers paused midair as he traced your movements, his arm eventually falling to his side as you approach his car.

Despite how slow his mind was working, Hyunjae knew to unlock the car right as you opened it (he would’ve died out of embarrassment if he had forgotten), and neither of you greeted the other.

Without any explanation from you, Hyunjae refrained from staring at you like he normally would, but your outfit made it incredibly difficult. It wasn’t much, just an oversized long-sleeved shirt that reached your thighs, but it was far from the usual clothes he’d seen you wear, like jeans and a nice-fitting blouse. For a moment, he believed you had no pants on, but then he knocked some sense into himself, realizing that you were probably wearing shorts that were hidden.

While Hyunjae attempted to keep his composure and respect your boundaries, you were eyeing him shamelessly, once again analyzing every detail about him. Beads of sweat pooled up on the back of his neck, and his hair was straightened yet fuzzy. As your eyes trailed downwards, you noticed how the mesh hugged his biceps, catching every crease that defined his muscles. He was quiet, his index finger resting against his lips.

Where did he even come from?

And why was he so quick to listen?

You held back your tongue from dumping out your thoughts, knowing your questions would end up unanswered like before. Your body instinctively rested against the divot between the car door and your seat, keeping your distance from Hyunjae. He was meant to be a stranger, perhaps someone you loathed, yet there was an odd comfort that encased you from him just sharing the same air as you.

You cleared your throat, turning your head to look away when he flinched and snapped his gaze towards you.

“Drive.”

Your demand was no louder than a whisper, but Hyunjae picked it up effortlessly and was already backing out.

“Where to?”

“Anywhere.” Hyunjae raised a brow at your answer, and you buried yourself further into his seat, directing your gaze out the door. “Just-...anywhere, Jae.”

The nickname had his throat tightening and his chest leaping, nodding in your direction as he drove on autopilot. With no destination in mind, he strolled through familiar roads, his fingers tapping against the wheel.

You stayed silent, creating a tension that was unbearably thick, yet none of you felt the need to leave; neither of you wanted to leave the other, even if it meant having to deal with the looming elephant in the room (or in this case, Hyunjae’s car).

After spotting the recreational center from afar and its empty parking lot, he instinctively pulled in. There wasn’t a proper explanation for why he decided it’d make a great destination, especially when it was the place that created a rift in your relationship with him, but it felt right.

It was empty, open, and serene—a perfect place to stay as the moon shined.

Hyunjae stepped out of the car after parking in the middle of it, and when you didn’t follow, he moved to your side and opened the door. He was hesitant but took the risk of offering his hand to you, a warm, nervous smile on his face. He wanted you to know he was there to listen, to be there for you, because, Lord, he would hand you the world if he could.

“I’m not in the mood for walking,” you mumbled, but Hyunjae shook his head.

“We’re not going to walk, I promise.”

Your eyes flickered up to his briefly, skeptical of what he had planned, but ultimately caved. You ignored his hand, and he pulled it back with regret. When you stood there, your eyes on the sky, he closed the door behind you and guided you to the hood of his car.

Without a second thought, he sat on top of it and gestured for you to do the same.

“I sit here all the time. Helps me think.” He leaned back against his windshield, his hands holding the back of his head as he kept his eyes on the sky. When you didn’t move, he started to feel stupid, wondering if you two were better off in the car, but then you joined him.

You copied his position, staring upwards as your hands rested over your abdomen.

Hyunjae opted to keep to himself, deciding that he didn’t want to make this worse for the two of you. Instead, he fixated his thoughts on the stars in the sky.

There were only a few, but it was a rare sight due to the constant air pollution in your city, so he considered it a miracle. You, on the other hand, were spacing out in thought, and Hyunjae could tell through his occasional peeks. Without much control, his eyes started tracing down your arms. They then landed on where the hem of your shirt rested, now looking at your bare thighs.

Feeling as if he just reverted back to being the shyest virgin in the country, he gulped and immediately looked elsewhere, trying to get you off his mind despite you being right next to him. His racing heart was all that he could hear, and now he wondered if you could hear it too—if you knew how much you affected him.

And your voice broke the silence.

“How long have you known?”

Okay, maybe his brain did fall out of his skull because Hyunjae had no idea what you were talking about. He turned his head and caught how you stared up at the sky. Your eyes were glossy, holding the reflections of the whole galaxy within them. They sparkled, and for a beat, Hyunjae had forgotten your question, too infatuated with your beauty.

His silence resulted in you turning your head, gaze meeting his, and that was when he noticed the tears.

“About Jiwoong and Eunseo.”

Your light, your flames, his burning desire; all were gone in a flash.

Your voice was delicate, and Hyunjae knew that with one move, he could break you.

Directing his gaze heavenward, Hyunjae sighed and brought his arms down to rest over his chest. Somehow he was able to feel all the pain you were experiencing, his heart twisting while his stomach churned and sloshed around in his body. He thought about how to respond as he chewed on the inside of his lip, questioning if he should answer at all to avoid hurting you.

But you asked, and as always, Hyunjae delivered.

“I don’t think I ever really knew until last week,” he explained, “but I could always tell.” Suddenly, the fight from a week ago had resurrected, and Hyunjae was forced to relive it all.

The hallways were empty when Hyunjae left the broadcasting room, a backpack strap slung over his shoulder while the other dangled behind him. He was in the middle of scrolling through his emails when he picked up on the sound of Jiwoong’s voice around the corner.

His footsteps halted, and Hyunjae caught Jiwoong’s fatal words.

“How does tomorrow sound?”

Eunseo’s squeals followed after, and Hyunjae stood motionless.

At first, Hyunjae had no thoughts circulating in his brain, but after hearing their lips collide, he started coming up with solutions, such as interrupting or taking a video to send to you. Unfortunately, before he could act on either of them, he heard footsteps dashing off, practically skipping, as the two bidded one another goodbye.

Hyunjae couldn’t pinpoint the reasoning behind his upcoming actions, but he knew how to describe how he felt.

Anger was the first and only emotion to surge up within him, his fingers instinctively balling up into fists. His muscles had tightened while a forest fire ran rampant through his veins, causing his blood to boil.

Then with quick strides, Hyunjae shoved his phone away and made a sharp turn around the corner, tossing his backpack on the ground after spotting Jiwoong against the lockers. The latter had a dazed look on his face, his lips curled into a smirk as he typed away on his phone, but that was changed once he looked up at the sound of Hyunjae’s backpack crashing against the ground in front of him.

There wasn’t a second in between Jiwoong’s face of surprise and Hyunjae’s arm being raised, and before Jiwoong could react, Hyunjae’s fist had slammed into his jaw.

It was a blur from there, but Hyunjae knew he had won even after authorities dragged him off Jiwoong’s body. He had received a few jabs in return, but it was nothing compared to the black eye Hyunjae gave him.

The fact that Jiwoong managed to cover it up with makeup the day after was a miracle, and no one in the school knew about the fight since it happened after school. Hyunjae wanted it to stay that way, but a selfish, cruel part of him wished that everyone knew how sick your boyfriend was.

Well, now he was unsure if he was still your boyfriend.

Hyunjae turned his head back towards you, his cheek meeting the cold metal of his car.

You pursed your lips at his response and nodded slowly. If it were any other day, you wouldn’t have believed him. There was no universe where you’d choose to listen to Hyunjae over Jiwoong, but after a week of investigating and getting your head out of your ass, you found out on your own terms, and all the pieces made sense.

“I didn’t mean to.”

Hyunjae’s voice jerked you out of your thoughts, and as you adjusted to look back at him, you were surprised to still find him staring at you.

“I’m not a violent person, Y/N,” he whispered, an enduring hope lingering in his eyes. He wanted you to believe him, and for once, you did; you truly understood the man you hated most.

“I know, Jae.”

Hyunjae eased at your words, and the two of you fell back into a more comfortable yet aching silence. His fingers drummed against his abdomen, and after a while, he got sick of looking at the same four stars, so he closed his eyes, focusing on enjoying the light breeze instead. His heart was still racing, but it was less alarming. Regardless, he hated knowing that he potentially contributed to how much you were hurting right now.

Maybe if he had done something to prevent it earlier, whether it be telling you as soon as he found out or keeping completely out of your business so you could live in bliss, or, if he wasn’t so scared, he could’ve asked you to be his far before Jiwoong had. Maybe it wouldn’t have changed much, but Hyunjae would never know since he never tried, and now he was going to beat himself over it because now you’re devastated over losing your boyfriend and it was potentially his faul—

You laughed.

Hyunjae snapped his head towards you, his brows raised at your sudden change in mood—but it wasn’t the type of laugh he expected. Your laugh was one filled with pain, and he watched you shake your head, trying to refuse the tears that were rapidly welling up in your eyes once more. You sniffed and wiped the tears away with the back of your hand, choosing to look in the opposite direction because the last thing you wanted was for Hyunjae to see you vulnerable.

“It’s stupid,” you murmured. “This entire thing is stupid. I’m so fucking dumb.”

His lips parted to interject, to tell you that you were, in fact, ‘not dumb,’ but he clamped his mouth shut, knowing that his words probably wouldn’t help. From what he’d learned in the past, you liked it least when he tried telling you otherwise, no matter the situation.

“I should’ve known. I did know. The whole world knew. Even you knew, but it makes me think, was Eunseo just flocking around, flaunting to everyone that she had a crush on my boyfriend and managed to win him over? I just—I…I don’t know-...” You paused to catch your breath, beginning to choke on your tears as your chest shook, “I don’t know what I did wrong, you know?”

You shut your eyes, allowing the pain to engulf you. You knew fully well that your punishment was to deal with the pain, but you felt like you didn’t deserve it—that you deserved none of this. Why was this a penalty for being in love?

It was humiliating having everyone witness the reality you shielded from yourself, choosing hope and love over the truth.

“I just never felt more stupid in my life, and I feel even more stupid knowing that I still love him.”

Hyunjae sucked in his lips, gnawing on them as he bit back all his feelings, from his brain shredding to his heart weeping.

“I love him so much that I would let him do it to me all over again because I keep thinking he’d be better. I know he can be better, so why-...It’s just- Why do I do this to myself?”

Tears cascaded down your cheeks, each one leaving behind a trail for others to fall. They started pouring out of you rapidly, soon sobbing at the heart-wrenching pain of being betrayed by everyone in your life, Hyunjae included, because why, out of everyone, was he here for you when he should be the last person who cared?

You always wanted Hyunjae to be the antagonist of your life story, to have him as your biggest enemy and threat, so why was everyone else but him hurting you? Why was the villain of your fantasy taking the role of your knight in shining armor?

And yet, as much as it pained Hyunjae to process all your emotions, his mind wasn’t running correctly; he had you alone for the first time in months. He wanted nothing more than to pull you in his arms and whisper words of comfort in your ears, knowing you deserved it more than anyone, but he also wanted to shake you awake and slap you out of your misery, praying that you’d forget about Jiwoong; that right now, you being vulnerable was his chance to swoop in, to set whatever you wanted him to into flames, as long as if it meant you’d end up okay.

You sat up because if you lied down any longer, you would’ve started drowning in your own tears. Your sleeves were soaked, and he sat up alongside you, figuring that he should do something about it.

Hyunjae got back onto his feet and stood in front of you. He barely knew what he was doing, but that didn’t stop him from replacing your sleeves with his cold, clammy hands over your cheeks. There wasn’t a time that Hyunjae could recall where he had been this gentle with someone, and when you didn’t push him away, he tilted your head up to look at him.

Even with tears running down your cheeks, you looked angelic as ever.

Each droplet mirrored a star from the sky, and your eyes sparkled as they stayed locked on his.

“Take me,” you whispered, and Hyunjae’s whole world stopped.

“...What?” Hyunjae had only intended to wipe your tears away with the pads of his hands, perhaps whisper something along the lines of him being here for you for the night (and the rest of his life, let’s be honest), yet your first words were—no, he had to have been hallucinating.

Your hands trembled as they reached for his wrist, and although you were severely broken, the grip your fingers created was firm.

“Please.”

Like a moth to a flame, Hyunjae admired how pretty you looked, your lips plump and eyes wide, and he wanted nothing more than to take you into his backseat and treat you the way he’d always wanted to, especially after hearing your pleas, but he knew better. You both knew better.

“What exactly are you implying?” he asked, feeling like you had just inhaled all his oxygen and left him breathless.

You released his wrist and opted to hold onto his sleeve, tugging on it as you tried to get him to understand you.

“I want it to hurt, Jaehyun.”

Your tears were gone, and there was a hint of dominance in your tone that would’ve had him dropped to his knees in front of you. You were also one of the very few who resorted to calling him Jae, and now his actual name. He favored Hyunjae, but after hearing ‘Jaehyun’ from your lips, his preference had completely made a turnaround.

But Hyunjae worked to collect his thoughts, fully aware that this was wrong and he’d have to be the bigger person here. As much as he hated himself for giving up the perfect opportunity to have the girl of his dreams, he couldn’t ignore the large concern over your current mental state.

“You’re not thinking straight, Y/N,” he reasoned softly, his fingers reaching up to brush your hair out of your face, and for a second, Hyunjae swore he felt the alcohol kicking in—or perhaps it was you instead. The thought of being able to have you right now, to touch you and press his hands over your skin, to have you as his for just this night, was so intoxicating that he was seconds away from foaming at the mouth.

“I don’t need to think straight. I don’t want to think at all.”

Everything felt hotter and tighter, but he kept his composure, though with his eyes dropping to your begging lips and then your delicate fingers, he knew he was beginning to lose whatever was left of his sanity.

But he also knew you were using him; you had to be. There was no other explanation. It was only minutes ago when you professed how you continued to feel about Jiwoong—that your heart still belonged to him, and Hyunjae was allowed nowhere near it. He was your backup, your second option, yet that happened to be better than nothing, right?

Especially when he could have you right here, right now.

“You’re using me.”

Your expression didn’t falter.

“Then say no. Make us go back into your car and drive me home.” Your hand dropped from holding onto his sleeve but that was so you could wrap your arms around his neck, slowly bringing yourself closer to him. His cheeks were flushed as his mind flooded with possibilities of what could happen. Never had you ever wanted him, and he’d been dreaming of a moment like this for years. Your tear-stained cheeks, your pouty red lips—he wanted all of you.

“But you won’t,” you whispered, your breath hitting his skin. Your eyes landed on his lips, now craving him as much as he craved you. You needed a release, an outlet, to justify Jiwoong being better than Hyunjae. Hyunjae was worse in every way possible, and you wanted him to prove that to you. “You’d do anything I’d say, wouldn’t you?”

“What makes you say that?” Little did you know Hyunjae was crumbling inside, completely melting as his fingers grew weak at the idea of your lips on his. His hands, although wary, traveled to your waist, feeling your curves before trailing his hands down to your hips to grip them.

“You love me, don’t you?”

His heart stuttered, all words caught up in his throat, but he knew there was no defending himself—not when he was practically drooling at every move you made; he was hyperaware of the hand playing with the hair on his nape, the way your lips nearly hovered over his, and how your tears glistened under the moonlight.

His entire existence was confirmation of your words, and you knew it.

“You’d do anything for me, Jae. What’s stopping you now?”

There was a stillness as you two stared at one another. He swallowed and pulled slightly back.

He knew better.

“You don’t want me.” He was brokenhearted, a part of him understanding that you’d never be his, yet he wanted you in so many ways, wishing to have your mewls fill his ears and the smell of sex staining his clothes. The bulge in his pants was forming and pressing up against the tight confinement, making him groan.

He dropped his head downwards, his forehead leaning to rest against yours, as he closed his eyes and did his best to regulate his breathing—repeating in his head and out loud, again.

He knew better.

“You’re using me.”

You both knew better.

Yet with your lips ghosting his and your eyes half-hooded, you were prepared to give into the dark side.

“And I say take advantage of it.”

Hyunjae dived and pressed his lips onto yours, hunger driving his every movement. There was no stopping when he felt your lips curling up into a grin, his hands shifting to wrap around your torso to drag you closer. His heart burst at how perfectly his lips molded with yours, and it seemed as if there was fire shooting up into the sky and exploding—they weren’t fireworks, and the explosion was far bigger and more dangerous. It lit the entirety of the sky, the moon and stars included, into flames, a desire unlike any other.

Your left hand pressed firm against the back of his neck while the other traveled through his hair. Meanwhile, his hands had snuck beneath your shirt and felt for your lower back. Heavy breaths left the two of you as desperation crept through your veins, dictating your every movement.

The cold touch from his hands ignited your nervous system, every sense activated and overstimulated by Hyunjae as you released a breathy moan into his mouth.

You didn’t want him, but fuck, you needed him.

When you would pull back, his lips would chase yours, and you two fell into an endless cycle. He couldn’t even fathom how you were pulling away for air when you were his oxygen. Maybe you weren’t oxygen itself, but the fumes you emitted had already replaced his need for air, deluding him into believing that you were what he needed to stay alive.

You were suffocating, toxic, and destructive, and he wanted more.

After retracting from the kiss for the nth time, you turned your head to hold Hyunjae back from continuing. You both were panting, your cunt soaking, and he stared into your eyes like a puppy awaiting their next direction.

“Good boy,” you praised, and he laughed lowly and sheepishly, dropping his head as he processed what happened and the idea of it being potentially over.

“You’re lethal,” he breathed out.

“And you’re pitiful,” you spat. There was a playful grin on your lips, but those words ignited something within Hyunjae. He raised his head and cocked a brow at you, questioning your genuinity.

Just minutes ago you were crying over a guy that treated you terribly, and yet here you thought you had the authority to call him weak.

Perhaps he was; he was falling deeper into your pitless trap, enticed with every movement of yours, but he knew for a fact you weren’t any better than him.

You both were sick in the head for falling for people that treated the other like shit, yet your drive, your fuel, to win over the hearts of the people you loved was so strong, and it made you two unstoppable.

Hyunjae would punch Jiwoong all over again if he could.

Without a second thought, Hyunjae ducked his head down and ruthlessly attached his lips to your neck, eliciting a gasp from you. He kissed your skin fervently, his fingers teasing the rim of your shorts, and your hands shifted to hold onto his shoulders for support. You found yourself tossing your head back, providing him more room to do as he pleased, that if Jiwoong were to see you with marks on your neck, then maybe he’d want you back.

“Bold of you to call me pitiful,” he grumbled, sucking onto your neck until a blot of purple began to form.

“But it’s true, no?”

“You’re just as bad, Y/N.” He licked a stripe up your neck and over the mark, and the sensation made you cringe, disgust itching at your skin due to being covered in his saliva, but you wanted more of it. You wanted Hyunjae to treat you like you were nothing, to treat you worse than Jiwoong ever had, so you could direct your blame over to Hyunjae instead of your unknowing boyfriend.

You turned your head and slotted your lips with his again, already addicted to how perfect they were for you. Hyunjae knew the exact way to kiss you, to keep you on your toes, as your slick pooled up in your underwear at the mere thought of Hyunjae touching you.

The kiss was eager, a fight for control, and when Hyunjae didn’t surrender, you raised your knee, forcing your thigh to brush up against his crotch.

He gasped at the sensation and pulled away, bangs hanging over his eyes as he looked down at the sight. You teased him by keeping your touches gentle, but you made sure to keep your leg moving. Nothing intrigued you more than seeing Hyunjae beg or rut against your thigh, further proof of how pathetic he was for you. You gained a sense of ego knowing that he could have any girl in the world, that he has had every girl, and yet he would always come back to you. Now that you had him, it would be harder for him to return to a life without you under him, moaning his name.

You wanted to be his downfall.

Your nails latched onto the mesh, taking note of how easy it would be to rip the material, before pressing your thigh firmly up against his dick, making him jerk.

“You’re-...oh my god, Y/N,” he gasped, breathless. His eyes meet your devious ones, how you were basically Satan himself, and somehow, someway, he wouldn’t ask for anything different. “You’re playing a losing…a losing- game.”

“What more do I have left to lose?” There was some truth in your words as vulnerability struck you. Your leg then lowered as you regained a slight sense of reality, realizing that you were forcing Hyunjae into being your selfish source of relief. You hated Hyunjae, sure, but you knew this was the last thing he deserved—to use him when he’d been nothing but accommodating to you.

And your sick and twisted plan was that after this encounter, you’d leave him to rot.

Hyunjae didn’t deserve that at all.

But Hyunjae was already too far gone, too intoxicated, to even consider the repercussions of how he’d end up after this. The loss of contact with his crotch was what had him picking you up from his car, the tips of his fingers digging into your thighs, as he led you to the backseat.

Your eyes widened, your senses fully back, but you made him like this, and you were going to pay for it. Although scared for about what’s to come, the anticipation had you drooling, your lips pressing fierce kisses onto his skin while he opened the door with you in his arms.

He laid you down gently and crawled over you, keeping you trapped between his arms.

“This is what you wanted, right? For me to tear you apart until you can run back to Jiwoong and justify how poorly he treats you?”

Your brows bunched up at his words, your legs getting antsy being under him. There was no answering him, not when Hyunjae already knew how you were going to respond.

He brought one of his hands into your shorts and made the aggravating decision to slide his fingers over your underwear, depriving you of contact with his fingers.

Yet even with your underwear being a divider, he found your clit with ease and immediately started rubbing circles into the bud, making you buck your hips with a whine. The friction of the cloth was something you were unfamiliar with, and lord did it mess with you.

“You want me to treat you how he sees you? Worthless and undeserving of respect?” He flicked your clit and kissed your jaw. “If that’s what you want, that’s exactly what my princess is going to get.”

“Fuck,” you moaned, using your hands to push onto his shoulders and force him down. The drive to ride his tongue was strong, and if he kept teasing you, you would have lost it.

“I know you inside and out, Y/N. I know you better than him, and this is how you treat me.” He sucked in a cheek but ultimately decided to comply with what you wanted. He pulled off your shorts yet left your underwear on, and his brows raised. He wasn’t sure how his fingers had missed the texture of lace, but what you were wearing was certainly lingerie.

You looked down to see why he stopped, and when you realized why he froze, heat rose to your cheeks.

“I wanted to feel pretty,” you whispered, shutting your eyes after turning your head. It was embarrassing, now that you thought about it, but Hyunjae’s heart soared, and he wanted nothing more than for you to know how ethereal you looked.

But he shoved the feeling away, allowing his frustrations to get the better half of him.

When he pulled off your underwear, he cooed at how your essence oozed onto the material and raised the undergarment into the air, waiting for you to look.

“Did I do this?”

His mocking tone kept you from looking, but your curiosity got the best of you. You were met with the sight of a large wet, dark patch on your underwear, biting down on your lip as you looked at him with wide eyes. If you thought about it, you couldn’t remember the last time you felt like this, or if there ever had been a time when you craved someone this badly.

He tossed it to the side and his hands massaged your thighs, keeping them spread open so he got a proper view of your core on display for him. The sight truly stunned him, reminding him that this was you he fantasized about and replicated with other girls—no one else.

“Do you normally take this long?” you rasped, tossing your head back against the seat, and Hyunjae rolled his eyes.

“I do you a favor, and this is how you treat me.”

“A favor is a stretch—”

Hyunjae plunged two fingers into your mouth, having them press firmly down against your tongue. He latched onto your jaw and pulled your head forward and up towards him, having your eyes meet his.

“Remind me, Y/N, who was begging for this?”

He dropped your head back down against the seat before you could even respond and used whatever saliva accumulated in your mouth as temporary lube, figuring that your slick would help him with stretching you out. You grunted at the impact, feeling helpless, as Hyunjae finally inserted his fingers inside of you.

Hyunjae’s fingers were enough to have your eyes rolling, but it was the ring that he wore that stimulated you the most. You weren’t aware that he was even wearing one, yet the cold band against your raging wet heat made you whimper and desperately grasp for his hair.

“Jaehyun, please,” you begged.

He chuckled and kept his movements slow, forcing you to fuck yourself onto his fingers weakly. When you did, he was in awe at how stunning you looked, how you seemed to be in your own world, and how you were enjoying him. By curling his fingers, a moan was pulled from your throat, making your eyes open as you looked at him. You continued to pool around his fingers, your voice weakly begging for so much more than his fingers and the cold air that brushed against your skin.

Never had you felt more vulnerable, but Hyunjae never once made you feel like you were doing something wrong, making you cling desperately to him. You forced his face down into your crotch and jerked at the feeling of his nose brushing up against your clit.

“Shameless, aren’t you?” he commented, laughing lowly, but you were too out of it to care.

“Shut the-...F-fuck, oh my god.”

Your whines had gotten more incessant the more useless he became, his fingers now completely stilled inside of you as he watched you roll your hips with a cheeky grin. He wanted to drag this out for as long as possible, knowing fully well that he could last all night.

When he took out his fingers, you were yanked out of your bliss and nearly begged for him to put them back in, but before you could get a word out, he had replaced his digits with his tongue. Your slick was dripping onto his lips, and as he dragged his wet muscle up and down your folds, he made sure to collect a small puddle of you onto his tongue to eventually swallow, wanting to savor you.

“Oh-...Oh my god, Jae—” Your orgasm was approaching, unsure of how it was here so soon, but you recognized the signs from the coil in your chest tightening to losing every sensation to the man beneath you. You rocked your hips continuously onto his tongue, and his thumb attached to your clit, making you see stars with how rapid his movements were.

He pulled his face back and forced his fingers back into you, and the final curl was what made you reach your peak, your hips in the air as you cried out his name.

As you came down from your high, you caught a glance of the way Hyunjae was looking at you; to him, you were otherworldly, and it was a sight he’d never forget. He wondered if Jiwoong ever saw you like this, if he ever made you feel this way, and suddenly his admiration had soured and contoured to something of darkness, rid of any empathy as he now looked at you with some form of disgust.

“All this for me, and you still have the fucking audacity to choose him.”

The mention of Jiwoong had your eyes wide open, tears reappearing at the mention and while being in your most vulnerable state. Your legs shook from the aftermath, feeling too weak to continue, yet Hyunjae seemed to have other plans.

Instead of shoving his fingers back into either of your mouths, he hovered over you and made sure you saw the way he dragged his fingers around your abdomen, drawing aimlessly over your skin with your essence before dragging a hand up to your breasts, massaging one of them as his other hand rested by your waist.

“Tell me, Y/N, did you buy this for him and never got to use it? That’s why you’re wearing it now with me? Am I your sloppy seconds?”

There was a slight growl under his tone, and while you shook your head subconsciously, he worked to remove your shirt, wanting a better look at your bra, before being met with a necklace you had been hiding; one with Jiwoong’s name.

And Hyunjae took no time breaking it from your neck.

Your jaw dropped, and you snapped out of your daze by sitting straight up, yet as you were about to yell at him for breaking your necklace, he shoved three fingers back into your pussy, shutting you up by having you moan at the intrusion.

“It looked cheap, anyway,” he muttered, forcing his mouth against yours momentarily to nip on your lower lip, tugging on it so your focus remained on him.

“That was—he’s mine,” you forced out, gasping at every thrust he made with his fingers, your sweet spot being abused as your hands latched onto his shoulders. You made sure your nails dug into his skin, wanting it to hurt, before pulling onto the mesh, wishing for it to tear.

“He’s not yours, princess. Tell me, how can you say that when his dick has been up other girls?” With his free hand, he grabbed your face and made sure you were staring straight at him before shoving it to the side.

“You need to fucking wake up and realize that you can dream all you want about how he’d react if he saw you hopping on my dick, but guess what? He wouldn’t care.” Hyunjae pulled out his fingers and left you alone in the backseat.

You sat there, a wreck and vulnerable, as you tried to catch your breath. You lay back on your forearms, curious eyes following his every movement.

“There’s a reason he hasn’t left you yet,” Hyunjae explained, opening the front door to his car to grab a condom and his phone. He tucked both into his back pocket before returning to you, bringing your lips to his before continuing to talk within the kiss.

“He’s stringing you along so you can boost his ego. He knows you will always be there for him, and you allow him to use you like that?”

You wrapped your fingers around Hyunjae’s neck, squeezing it before pushing it away to keep your distance, your frustration starting to grow.

“I’m beginning to think you’re all bark and no bite, Jaehyun,” you muttered, and with whatever strength you had left, you pushed him against the seat and got into his lap. Without hesitation, you started rocking your hips over his clothed dick, hoping your slick would seep in so he could feel you.

He hissed but allowed you to do as you pleased, his grip tight on your hips.

“I-...I think…if you asked me, you’re the one who’s projecting. I’m the one in a relationship, and you’re just a side piece.”

The speed of your hips increased, and Hyunjae felt ecstasy on the tip of his tongue, the confinements of his pants physically paining him the more you continued.

“You’re jealous, Jae. Just admit it.”

You pulled at his hair, loving the absolute control you had over him at that moment, but in one languid motion, Hyunjae managed to push you back down, this time with your stomach against the seats. You could feel your bodily fluids sticking to the nylon, and with how hard Hyunjae was pressing down into you, you were barely given a chance to move.

With one hand on your lower back, he kept you still as he took out both his phone and condom, making sure to place both on top of your bare skin.

“What’s there to be jealous of when you’re here under me? You want to be fucked stupid? Fine. Don’t fucking complain when you want me to be the villain.” You lurched at his words, refusing to let him win, but you were completely unable to do much damage as Hyunjae kicked off his pants and boxers while still keeping his weight on you.

He then picked up his phone and pulled up the camera, making sure to take a photo of you in his car before clicking record and tossing the phone onto the ground, hoping it was close enough to pick up on your sweet noises.

“Make sure to be loud for me, yeah? I’m sure Jiwoong would love it if I sent that video to him.”

“You wouldn’t fucking dare,” you bit back, your hand reaching out in an attempt to grab the device, but Hyunjae was quicker to grab your wrist, pinning it behind your back.

“I wouldn’t because I know how to appreciate what’s mine.” Hyunjae released his hold on you to roll on the condom, giving you the opportunity to move and take his phone as you pleased. To your dismay, there was no more effort left within you, only an ache to feel Hyunjae inside you.

“He appreciates me,” you mumbled, trying to convince yourself otherwise as you waited.

“Does he record you? Jerk off to your moans every night? Because I would, Y/N, just for you.” His voice was now by your ear, and when you turned your head to look at him, he pulled you into another hungry kiss, his dick now grazing against your hole.

“You’re fucking insane,” you bit back into the kiss, and he grinned against your lips, guiding his dick into you as he spoke.

“Psychotic, just for my princess.”

Venom laced his voice, dripping menacingly, and the insertion of his tip had you grasping for something in front of you, anything, and it was only then that you were able to process how thick his cock was.

“Can you take it?” he asked, his voice slightly softer than before. When you gave him a curt nod, he continued pushing in further. Maybe lube should’ve been an option, but you were so wet for him that it didn’t matter, knowing that the stretch probably would have hurt regardless.

“Fuck, fuck—he really doesn’t know what he’s missing,” Hyunjae gasped, his head resting against the back of yours. It was better than anything he’d dreamed of, better than any girl he imagined, because it was you, and your body was made for him.

“When was the last time he fucked you?” He was fully inside of you now, and when you didn’t answer, he decided to take it as a sign to move. With a firm grip on your waist, he pulled out just to slam back in, making you yell as you clawed at the seat, wishing there was something to bite on as you endured the pain that was quick to morph into pleasure.

Every glide pushed you further into the car, your forearms occasionally hitting the door, as his hips moved vigorously, working up to a pace that had you moaning without pause. Tears were flowing down your cheeks at the overwhelming pleasure of being manhandled—of being Hyunjae’s rag doll when he was meant to be yours, and your body seized up, being worked up to your orgasm once more with how precise each thrust seemed to be.

He adjusted to raise one of your legs to his hip, giving him a new angle to pound into you as he worships you with his dick, and you shook out of pleasure, whining as you saw white and reached your second orgasm for the night. You pulsated around his cock, strangled moans ripping from your throat as tears mixed with your drool by your chin.

And Hyunjae showed no signs of stopping.

He made sure to press your face down against the seats, wanting every liquid to fall and stain his car, giving him something to remember you by.

Oh, and there was the recording too.

While kneeling inside of the cramped car, he slowed his movements and inclined his torso towards you. In one swift motion, he wrapped his arm around your neck and pulled you up, locking you inside his elbow as he forced you to look into your reflection in the car window.

“Look at you, the school’s favorite slut. What happens if the recording drops? The whole school would know you’re mine, wouldn’t they?” He pressed his chest against your back, the mesh rubbing against your skin as his lips remained near your ear, forcing you to listen to every word.

You limped against him, your flames completely burnt out, and your fingers tugged onto the mesh around his arm, successfully ripping it after some time, but Hyunjae seemed unphased. In fact, it turned him on even more knowing that he had you locked in, that you were his.

“Look at your pretty cunt taking me in so well. It was so wet for me, wasn’t it? It still is. And guess what? You’re in my car. You belong to me, and my good girl is only now just finding out about it, isn’t she?”

“I-I’m…I’m not-...not yours,” you retaliated, creating red angry marks into his skin with your nails as you endured being used, stifling your moans as you looked at how wrecked you were, how bare you seemed to be compared to Hyunjae. You were much more of a mess, from your hair to the bruises on your neck. Your pussy kept tightening up around his dick, convulsing occasionally with every hit toward your g-spot, and you held onto Hyunjae each time.��

Your head drooped down, thinking about how your heart ached for Jiwoong, yet the rest of your body was meant for Hyunjae.

“Whose fucking dick is inside of you right now?” He scoffed and pulled on your hair, forcing your head back up so he could directly speak into your ear. “Wake up, Y/N,” he demanded. “You’re mine.”

He dropped you back onto the seat like you were nothing, leaving you completely helpless, your throat void of any words as your eyes closed and met the back of your skull, too fucked out to communicate. You tried reaching for the door handle, just something to hold onto, yet you couldn’t.

“You tell me I’m pitiful, that I’m basically delusional when you’re going to be the reason my car will smell like sex for weeks.”

Your face was forced back into the puddle of liquid you created earlier, being shifted back and forth against the seat as if you were made for his dick and not vice versa.

“It’s crazy how pathetic you are, how willing you are to break yourself down in front of everyone just to have him. That-...fuck…that you’re so convinced he wants you and you two are soulmates.” He dragged his fingers through your hair and grabbed your roots. “You called me, you wanted me, and I have you right now, moaning my name, and you have nothing.”

Something about his words kept bringing out your orgasms, each thrust adding to the pleasure immensely. You didn’t know how much you could handle—afraid you may pass out from how much he was using you, from his tight grip around you to his dick hitting inside of you mercilessly.

Hyunjae whispering ‘I won, Y/N’ was what had you losing it, your high this time ending up stronger than the rest. You were fully crying now, and yet he continued as if you were nothing.

He peppered your shoulder with kisses and had the slight decency to slow his pace, but he also took note of your sobs.

“Don’t tell me you still want him,” he began rambling, his lips still on your shoulder. “Don’t tell me after this that your heart still belongs to him, because if that were the case, I’d make you call him right now. Say you wish it was him instead of me, and that he’s the love of your life while you’re stuffed with my dick. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You could no longer think, and what you hated most was how reactive your body was—how you were just able to come for the third time, but Hyunjae’s dick solely being inside you snapped some other straw you weren’t aware you had, finding that your last high was incoming.

Hyunjae had picked up the pace by then, and by knowing your body incredibly well, he reached down to your sensitive clit to relieve you. You both knew your fourth was arriving, and you held on tight to his arm.

“J-Jaehy- hyun, I’m—”

“Mine.”

You cried out, your entire body shaking, and Hyunjae pulled out, immediately releasing onto your back with a guttural moan after yanking off the condom. He was forced to catch his breath, watching you float in and out of consciousness.

Your eyes were closed, struggling to breathe through your sobs, and Hyunjae consoled you with a kiss on the back of your shoulder.

“You’re mine, Y/N, whether you like it or not.”

He then pressed a kiss to your cheek before leaving to grab paper towels from his trunk. You were heaving, still shaking, and left alone as a mess in his backseat, yet with him gone, you felt even more useless, wanting him back by your side instantly. You weakly cried out for him, your nails dragging against the seat in hopes of being in his arms soon, and maybe he was right.

Maybe you were his.

OUR INFERNO [ M.LIST | TWO ]

NAVIGATION — THE BOYZ

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juyeonszn · 1 year ago

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BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT

THE TBZ FRAT HOUSE IS HOSTING THE BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT COLLAB BY @juyeonszn AND @itsbeeble!

YOU’RE INVITED!

PAIRING tbz x f!reader

GENRES smut ﹒fluff ﹒minimal angst ﹒crack

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! mature language, mentions of alcohol, sexual content, more warnings per individual fic!

SUMMARY have you ever wondered what your favorite frat boyz are up to in their personal lives? if so, then these fics are just for you! join us as we take a glimpse into the tau beta zeta fraternity and see what they get up to in their free time!

MORE LETS GAURRRRR i’m so excited to announce this collab with loml reese both as a cute fun little idea we had and in celebration of her 1 year tumblr anniversary! we also realized it happened to be the same day as tbz day LOL so that’s kinda crazy 😭 my boyz have been here for 6 years wow 💔 anyways i hope all of u love these as much as we do! and always, don’t forget to rb if u enjoyed!! send an ask if u’d like to be tagged in these <3

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri @deoboyznet @cloverdaisies

FALL SEMESTER

TRY HARD — LEE JUYEON (12/6)

Need to get rid of some junk? Well these college hunks will haul YOUR junk! Give us a call at xxx-xxx-JUNK and we’ll haul YOUR junk for FREE! (limited time offer)

EXCITEMENT — JI CHANGMIN (12/6)

You know, when you told your girl friends that you’d never finished before, you were expecting it to blow over like no big deal. What you weren’t expecting was for it to spiral into a whole other mess.

SEEING STARS — KIM SUNWOO (12/10)

It’s slightly embarrassing how Sunwoo is naive enough to take Eric Sohn’s “advice” to heart. Luckily, you like idiots. Especially when they kick a ball into your face and agree to do a semester’s worth of school work for you.

CLUMSY — JU HAKNYEON (12/10)

When Haknyeon ran into you at a TBZ party for the first time, he didn’t think he would fall for you so quickly. Or literally. Or both simultaneously. But there’s a first time for everything, he supposes.

“FRIENDLY” COMPETITION — LEE SANGYEON (12/14)

The TBZ frat had always had a rivalry with the KAT sorority. At least, they did when you and Sangyeon became the presidents three years ago. What happens when you mix a little friendly competition into this rivalry of yours?

JE NE SAIS QUOI — JACOB BAE (12/14)

Jacob thought the concept of fraternities was stupid. So stupid that despite every single one of his friends being in one, he still refused to join. However, after meeting you at one of the TBZ parties, he’s starting to think maybe they’re not that horrible.

SPRING SEMESTER

LET LOOSE — KIM YOUNGHOON (12/19)

Younghoon has hated you. He thought you were stuck up with that better-than-you princess attitude of yours. What better than to just…fuck it right out of you?

(NO) STRINGS ATTACHED — LEE HYUNJAE (12/19)

Becoming friends with Lee Hyunjae after his valiant attempt to save your life (stopping you from drunk driving) was certainly not on your year’s bingo card. Also not on your bingo card? Waking up in his bed every other night following, but it’s not like you’re really complaining.

NO BITCHES? — ERIC SOHN (12/22)

When you met Eric, you’d thought he was just another frat boy, looking to get into any woman’s pants (particularly yours at that moment). You never would’ve thought that he was just a loser who really liked FNAF and just thought you were pretty.

PARTY O’CLOCK — CHOI CHANHEE (12/22)

In spite of being a frat boy himself, Chanhee could never actually see himself enjoying the luxuries of the title. Besides, how could he with all the responsibilities of being treasurer? Enter you and your carefree spirit and Chanhee’s got a real big problem on his hands.

PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER — KEVIN MOON (PT. 1 1/1, PT. 2 1/3)

It wasn’t like you and Kevin hated each other. In fact, you quite admired him despite his somewhat indifferent attitude toward you. Well, now that you’re paired up for the last dance of the year, you guess it’s the perfect time to find out why.

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loserlvrss · 3 months ago

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꒰ 𝐋'𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐄 ꒱ 배준영

summary : you were tired and not feeling well because of your period, just wanting to go to bed—so, your boyfriend helps you shower

genre : fluff, jacob x afab!reader, established relationship tws : they’re in the shower (but no weird shit), language(?), skinship, kissing, mentions of periods/cramps (described as being gross, but only by reader), domestic fluff as hell (i mean AS HELL), they’re in love your honor, not proofread author notes : i’m baccckkkk (?) word count : 1k

you had just gotten off of work, finally making it home through the traffic; stressed out, tired and not feeling well. you had barely gotten through the door, barely gotten your shoes off and barely put your purse down before flopping onto your couch. you nozzled into the plush side, eyes shutting instinctively. the vague scent of home that lingered throughout your apartment was comforting, and you swear you could drift off into dreamland promptly.

and that you did, only being woken up by your boyfriend who had also just gotten back from work (really, practice). “baby,” his hand rested against your cheek, “you gotta wake up.” you grumbled in response—but too sleepy to protest further. “let’s at least get ready for bed, okay?”

then jacob was gripping your sides, ragdolling you (gently) to turn over, your fingers grabbed his forearms. at least the movement woke you up enough to be coherent.

“baby, did you just get back?” you said through a yawn, “was practice okay?”

“yes, my love,” he sat you up, kissing the side of your head, “was work?”

you hummed, remembering the less-than delightful memories from earlier in the day. “no…” you trailed off, swinging your legs over the side of the couch and getting up. “did you eat?”

“i did, but don’t change the subject. do you want to talk about it?”

“i was just so stressed with my workload. and, my cramps are killing me—i started my period, but at least it was during my lunch break.”

“do you want to shower then?” he asked, helping you stand. “i can help yo–”

“no!” your eyes shot open, awakening you fully, “that’s kinda gross, don’t you think?”

he hummed sweetly, “never, love. i find nothing about you gross, okay?”

“are you sure?” you pouted out a lip, however instead of responding verbally, he just kissed said lip quickly. “fine, but i warned you it’ll look like a slasher movie.” you pointed.

your boyfriend laughed, taking your extended index finger and putting it down. “good thing your favorite genre is thrillers.”

“shut up.” you lightly hit his chest.

“and, frankly, i could probably use a shower, anyways. we’ll save water.” you huffed, “go start it and i’ll find that hoodie you always want to wear, okay?”

and, you were never the person to refuse such a tempting offer—you were also too tired to care about the trivial details that he let go.

once inside the bathroom, you twisted the handles, letting the water run to the right temperature. the humidity filled the room and warmed your skin. you stepped in, the gentle pattern soothing your tensed muscles (that you’d eventually gotten used to throughout the day).

your eyes started to close, body leaning against the tile when the sound of the door awoke you. you felt his hand slide to your hip, chest lightly touching your back as you shared the stream. if he wasn’t the embodiment of comfort, then you weren’t sure what ever would be.

and if you wouldn’t drown as the result, you would’ve thrown your head back and rested it in the nape of his neck.

wordlessly he started to wash your hair, simultaneously giving you a scalp massage—you hadn’t realized how much tension you were holding until it released little by little. your knees felt weak, heart swelling at the little action. he then helped you wash your body, like he said he would, not caring about your monthly torcher that washed down the drain.

he placed his soft hands on your shoulders, pulling you back fully against him, “hey, lean against me if it’s too hard.”

“i’m sorry, i don’t know—i’m just so tired today, jacob.”

his arms snaked around your hips, resting against your lower stomach as he hugged you. “don’t be sorry,” he whispered, tone laced with nothing but honesty, “i understand.” and you both knew that he’d still take care of you even if you were fully awake. “i’ll get you some medicine for your cramps, then we can go to bed.”

“can we watch that stupid dating show again, i think it’s so funny.”

another kiss landed on your temple, “sure, you know i’d do anything for you.”

“let’s go before i actually fall asleep standing up.” you hummed a laugh breathily, “then i won’t be able to watch it at all, a tragedy really.”

he started a reply, “i’d stand all nigh—“ before you interrupted.

“romeo oh romeo! where art thou, romeo? l'amour de ma vie! i feel like such a princess, my knight in shining—well actually, you’re not wearing any armor…”

“oh shut up, babe,” he taunted, “you love me.”

“yeah, i do. armorless and all.”

he helped you out of the shower with soft giggles and little struggle. then dried you off, letting you dress yourself halfway as he toweled himself. he of course wanted to be the one to pull the hoodie over your head for some strange reason.

once you were both fully clothed again, smelling of soap and love, the comforting silence broke. you were brushing your teeth when he finally admitted, “i could spend my entire life like this, you know.”

jacob had said a lot of things throughout the time you’ve been dating, but nothing has ever made you blush so hard; cheeks borderline as red as cherries.

“you just look so pretty… in my clothes, doing mundane tasks. i don’t know, i could marry you right now.”

you still had toothpaste coating your lips, sort-of brushing when you replied, “maybe you should.” looking up at him through the mirror, “i’d say yes, by the way.”

he looked as if he took a mental note—but, it was never a secret. not even a guess. you’d follow him until the ends of the earth, and be by his side buried in a stone garden until time ran out. if you had it your way, you’d be together in each other's arms until the planet collapsed from the solar system. he was the only person you could ever look at, and the only one you ever wanted to look at you.

you were forever thankful for the angels that let him go, because now he was yours.

eternally.

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slytherinshua · 24 days ago

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♬　LOVE LIKE A DREAM　( 제이콥배 )

genre fluff / fiance!jacob x fem!reader cw jacob's mentioned to be shirtless / kissing / not proofread wc 487 request no note i'm trying out a new posting format idk if i'll stick to it or not but we'll see !! net @deoboyznet @kstrucknet

Your parents always said you were lucky to be engaged to your best friend, and you eagerly agreed. You knew you had practically won the lottery when it came to your love life. Friends and friends-of-friends always envied how perfect you and Jacob were for each other. There was something in the way you both looked at each other that was so full in love, you’d have to be blind to miss it. Jacob truly adored every part of you.

Yesterday had been the bachelor and bachelorette parties, taking place at the same time, but on opposite sides of town. It was so fun being surrounded by all your closest friends, everyone celebrating and looking forward to you and Jacob finally tying the knot. Your excitement about your upcoming wedding was already through the roof, but the party had caused it to triple, if that was even possible.

The only downside to a day-long party celebrating your engagement to your fiancé, was the lack of him the whole day. Now, you weren’t the overly clingy type. You could spend a day without seeing Jacob and survive just fine. But spending a day without him, but still talking about him the entire time made your brain spin with how much you missed him.

And although you had the time of your life at the party, you were relieved to be home by the time it was over. Falling asleep in Jacob’s arms after a long day of missing him was the best feeling in the entire world. Except for maybe waking up to his arms still wrapped around you, and the feeling of his plush lips grazing your cheek with gentle kisses.

You didn’t open your eyes immediately, instead basking in the feeling of him so close. Once he seemed to have gotten his fill of kissing your face, he pulled you closer, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. You circled your arms around his waist as well, finding a way to be even closer. His bare skin was soft and extremely warm, comforting against your hands that always ended up getting cold in the night.

“Can’t wait to marry you,” you mumbled, still gripping onto the edges of sleep as you breathed in Jacob’s scent, the warmth of his skin relaxing you.

“Me too,” your fiancé sighed, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your neck.

“Time can’t go fast enough,” you complained, meeting Jacob’s eyes as he gave you a sympathetic smile. He brought a hand to your cheek, stroking your skin with his thumb like he had done so many times before.

“You know I’d wait an eternity for you if I had to.”

You could tell how much weight his words held. Jacob’s entire being overflowed with sincerity, especially when it came to you. For the most precious person in his life, he could only be his completely honest self.

the boyz taglist (bolded could not be tagged): @eternalgyu,, @blossominghunnie,, @cosmicwintr,, @weird-bookworm,, @haecien,,

@lecheugo,, @seunghancore,, @recordsfilm,, @bananabubble,, @cupidslovearrows,,

@hursheys,, @gong-fourz,, @arafilez

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stealanity · 9 months ago

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playlist one , the boyz ( lsg to kvm ) :

ꕤ lee sangyeon ,

someone

⠀

[ 7:02am ]

[ 5:12pm ]

[ 6:14am ]

⠀

ꕤ bae jacob ,

summer love

birthday cake

melatonin

co-lover

white lily

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ꕤ kim younghoon ,

corny jokes

reassuring hands

kinda miss you

i didn't forget

⠀

[ 1:02am ]

[ 2:45am ]

⠀

ꕤ lee hyunjae ,

suffocating ( written serie , discontinued )

this special look

stay

waffle

loser, lover

crazy

too late

only for practice

⠀

[ 9:32am ]

[ 4:35pm ]

[ 10:37pm ]

⠀

ꕤ lee juyeon ,

his s/o waking up in the middle of the night

cute little intruder

bad day, but good boyfriend

daydream

terrible idea

the bet

cold hands

risky

sick of you

⠀

[ 5:34pm ]

[ 10:45pm ]

[ 7:52pm ]

[ 8:57pm ]

⠀

ꕤ moon kevin ,

bad words

the little prince

⠀

[ 3:37pm ]

[ 11:23am ]

⠀

. . . link to maknae line !

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w0nslvr · 10 months ago

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𝒃𝒇!𝒕𝒃𝒛 𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒔 (𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆)

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒂𝒆

98 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔 | 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆

𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏

𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒃

𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏

𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒂𝒆

A/N: U CANT TELL ME SANGYEON DOESNT TEXT LIKE THAT IDC ARGUE WITH THE WALL ITS CANON😭😭WOOHOO FIRST THE BOYZ POST im excited i love this group sm!! reblogs are appreciated 🫂

#the boyz #tbz #the boyz fake texts #the boyz fanfic #the boyz sangyeon #the boyz jacob #the boyz younghoon #the boyz hyunjae #tbz sangyeon #tbz jacob #tbz younghoon #tbz hyunjae #tbz fanfic #tbz fake texts #tbz x reader #the boyz x reader #deobi #k lables #k labels

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yeonmuse · 3 months ago

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MEDDLE ABOUT | DAY 7

PAIRING Guitarist Sunwoo x interviewer Reader x Drummer Eric

WORD COUNT | 2.4k

GENRE Smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ‼️ pet names like sweetheart and princess, threesome, double penetration, fingering, degradation, use of the word slut, oral , vaginal, dom sunwoo, dom Eric.

SUMMARY The two decide to take you backstage for a more private interview.

MORE | Day 7 of the Groupie Love Series

You were nothing more than a simple intern so you were shocked to say the least when the day after your company had an opportuned interview with Kim Sunwoo & Sohn Youngjae you received a call from their manager. As per usual, you had been sitting behind your desk as bored as ever, your thoughts interrupted by the phone on your desk ringing, on the other line was none other than the manager of Kim Sunwoo and Sohn Younjae. Your company had had eyes on them for years now, the only company having been persistent in trying to get interviews with them. Usually when it came to interviews either the two of them rarely did them or they were usually always busy, but to your surprise this time their Manager called and asked for you specifically.

“Hello is this yn? The intern from Whisper publishing?”

“Mm yes sir this is she, do you need to be transferred to one of our journalists?”

“Actually you’re exactly who I was looking for, we received the copy of the interview entry and the boys aren’t too pleased with it, would you mind coming in for another interview today?”

“Um i’m sorry sir, but i'm only an intern, I actually have no clearance here at the company for interviews.”

“I’ve actually already spoken with your boss and she’s given us the green light, she thinks it would be a good trial for you and has agreed to let us borrow you for the day, so what do you say?”

Of course you said yes, so now here you were standing in the band's living room awaiting their arrival. You stood there taking in the art on the wall when you heard someone clear their throat behind you pulling your attention away from the art and turning to face the direction from which the noise came.

“You came.” Eric eyes you from head to toe as he slowly but surely makes his way inside the room.

“Of course, I'm sorry to hear that the journal wasn’t to your liking, I’ll try my best to make up for it today.”

“Well isn't that sweet.” Sunwoo makes his appearance only moments later, not even sparing you a glance as he enters.

“Maybe your coworker should have done their job properly yesterday.” His comment had hit a nerve, but this wasn’t the time nor place for you to let your emotion get the best of you, pushing your annoyance deep down you simply ignored his comment.

“Chill, it's not like it was her fault, it isn’t like she was the one interviewing us yesterday.”

“Yeah whatever can we get this over with.”

“Are you always this much of a dick?” The words had spilled from your mouth before you realized, earning a laugh from Eric. Sunwoo on the other hand was not so pleased.

“You should really watch your pretty little mouth.”

“Oh I'm sorry, did that bruise your fragile male ego?”

“Aren’t you an intern sweetheart, shouldn’t you know your place?”

“It’s best to just leave it alone sweetheart.” Eric warns earning an eye roll from you. You were completely fed up. Sunwoo was being a complete dick and they both expected you to just sit and take it?

“Intern or not, does that mean I’m supposed to submit to you and just take whatever the fuck you say to me simply for the sake of my job?”

“You don’t know how to watch your pretty fucking mouth, ill watch it for you then. I’ll make sure you leave here knowing how to speak to us.” Within seconds Sunwoo had been up out of his seat and standing in front of you. His hands were squeezing your face as you looked to Eric to stop him.

“Aw look at how she looks at you Youngjae, so cute you think he’ll help you when he’s just as bad as me sweetheart. He's the reason you’re here right Youngjae, seeing you in that white button up and cute little skirt yesterday I guess he couldn’t resist inviting you today.” Sunwoos hands rubbed your waist.

“Guess the secrets out then hm?” Eric sits back in his seat as he watches Sunwoo practically man handle you.

This very situation was something you hadn’t really seen yourself getting into, never had you thought you’d be standing here in their living room one towering over you while the other just watched intently. Sunwoos' voice and the words he spoke were immediately blocked out when his hand met your waist. Feeling his fingers brush across your skin you realized his touch immediately made your brain check out. Your own thoughts now in the clouds rather than your full attention having been on the two of them and getting them to stop. It wasn’t until you felt a tap on your thigh that you were pulled from your thoughts and back into the present.

“Hey sweetheart, you know you really should pay attention when spoken to, another lesson we’ll have to teach her.’’ Sunwoo places a finger beneath your chin forcing you to look at the two of them.

“Much better right Youngjae?’’ Sunwoo turns and shares a knowing gaze with Eric before his gaze shifts back to you. A glimmer in his eyes that had many unspoken desires hidden deep beneath them.

“Well, Since I'm caught there's no reason to play the nice card.” Eric chuckles and gets up from his place on the couch.

“But if you still want me to save you sweetheart I wouldn’t mind keeping you to myself.” Now there you stood trapped in between the two of them, you opened your mouth to speak, wanting to tell both of them off and curse them out for being such obnoxious assholes, but your body was betraying you.

“Nothing to say now sweetheart? You were so mouthy a few moments ago, we should teach her when to speak and when not to speak.” Sunwoos fingers slipped beneath your skirt, hooking his fingers around your panties he pulled them to the side and immediately buried his fingers inside your clit.

“I think she likes it, how pathetic.” Eric laughs and watches the way your face contorts upon feeling Sunwoos fingers enter you.

“What’s pathetic is you ignoring me here for some sick fucking fantasy.” You finally managed to choke out earning a laugh from him and Sunwoo.

“Oooo, so so mouthy, Guess I’ll have to stuff that pretty mouth and fuck it until you learn the way to speak to me.” Eric's gaze suddenly darkened as he looked down at you, any sign of his previous niceness having disappeared from his face.

Mere minutes later Eric was sitting back on the couch, fingers tangled within your hair as he watched the way your lips wrapped around his cock. He couldn't help but admire the way you looked at him like you absolutely hated him. Eyes full of tears, a face stained of makeup now ruined as he forced the entirety of his cock down your throat. Meanwhile Sunwoo seemed to have the most satisfying view, You legs spread wide as he had you bent over, breasts falling loosely from your lifted shirt as he filled you up from behind. His eyes traced her every curve. From the dip in your back to the curves of your waist, but the main visual was getting to watch the way his cock so easily pushed past your folds until he was completely bottomed out inside of you, your tight grip around him immediately pulling a groan from his lips.

“Fuck, if you keep clenching so much you’ll be full a lot faster than you should be sweetheart.’’ Sunwoo groans as he rests his hands on her your waist and his head falls back.

Eric gazes down at you, eyes full of hunger, he wanted to ravish you, to make sure every time you interviewed anyone else after this you’d think of them and the way they ruin you. Placing his hand beneath your chin he presses his thumb down against your bottom lip, not missing the way drool spilled down past your lips and chin as his grip on your hair tightened and he began to thrust further into your throat. Every gag and choke that came spilling from your lips made him eager to hear more of it.

“I knew those lips were good for something. Cant talk back with your pretty mouth stuffed full of my cock can you hm.?” He grunts as he feels your tongue graze his cock, he could never forget the way you had entered the room during the first meeting with your company your lips perfectly glossy and so plump, the moment you entered the room he found himself fantasizing about having your plump lips wrapped around him taking every inch of him without mercy.

It made him crazy, the moment he pulled his cock from the depths of your throat and he heard a soft gag spill from your lips.

“Are you gonna behave sweetheart?’’ Eric couldbt help but take you like art, looking up at him with your tear stained face and swollen lips.

“You're such a pervert.” A moan spills from your lips interrupting whatever it was you were prepared to say, Eric didn’t mind that he was enjoying you struggle with your words, enjoying how mouthy and disobedient you were when it came to talking back to them.

“Am i baby? Am i a pervert when you’re sitting here like a pretty little doll taking both our cocks like a good girl? Let’s not act like you don’t like being stuffed in both your pretty holes. Go ahead and show us your true colors sweetheart, go on.” He was right, he was completely right, as mouthy as you had been the entire time you citizen denied that now it was all for show. You loved it, loved being put in your place, loved them both filling you up and fucking the brat out of you, and Eric saw right through you.

Eric simply sits back and lets you take over, his eyes watching you intently as you gazed at him with such intimate eyes while working your tongue over his tip and shoving his entire cock back into your mouth, the force of Sunwoos thrust forcing him even further down your throat. Sunwoos cock shoved so deep into your cunt you’d have sworn you were seeing stars especially as his fingers met your clit. He rubbed rough circles against you as he watched how his entire cock pushed in and out of you with ease from how wet you were. He didn’t miss the way your legs trembled or how youd desperately fuck back against him which needless to say brought a smirk to his lips. Your moans were swallowed back up as you made sure Eric was also well taken care of in front of you.

“Such a needy little slut, Supposed to be here for an interview and you’re so pathetically taking both our cocks. How unprofessional.’’ Eric's gaze had lingered on you long enough to know that you were reaching your limit, too bad even when you surpassed that limit they didn't plan on being done with you.

“Shit she’s clenching so fucking tight” Sunwoo grunts, his nails digging into the skin of your hips earning a soft cry from you that set a fire in their eyes. As the two of them were closing in on their release it seemed the both of them grew rougher with you, as if competing with one another to see who could tire you out best. Each thrusting into you with rough and merciless thrusts of their hips until both your mouth and cunt were full to the brim with their cum. Eric pulls out with a heavy breath and you are given no time to breathe as you’re immediately yanked into Erics lap and Sunwoo now towered over you. With no warning Eric pulls your hands behind your back and holds your wrists together as he shoves into you making you let out a loud cry. Now you were being stretched out for the second time that night, your sensitivity of having been fucked by Sunwoo combined with Eric now stretching you out made your legs go numb and your eyes roll back. Sunwoo took in the dazed and fucked out look on your face with pride as he forced your head up by pulling your hair back. In no time he had you sticking out your tongue to take him down your throat without him ever having to order you.

“Look at that, such a good girl when you want to be’’ Sunwoo coos as he wraps his fists around your hair, his muscles bulging as he forces your hair into a ponytail and tugs your head forward before forcing his cock down your throat, not missing the gags that spill from your lips before you finally hollow out your cheeks to help you take it. The vibrations of your mouth seem to have quite the effect on him as they immediately provoke a moan to spill from his lips. All while Eric guides the rotation of your hips in his lap, his fingers playing with your nipples as if strumming the strings of a guitar. His hips bumping against your ass with each thrust, the sounds of moans and heavy breathing filled the room as they both drilled into you. Eric found delight in watching the way you bounced in his lap, while hearing the sweet sound of your pleasured cries as they both fucked some manners into you.

Both of them loved the way you seemed to fall apart, that mouthy woman from moments ago seeming to have gone away as you sat between the two of them taking their cocks like an obedient little thing. With a loud groan Eric forces you further down onto his cock, pressing his hips against your bare ass as he shoots his cum deep inside your cunt completely coating her walls. Sunwoo ,wasn’t too far behind, his cum spilling deep into the canal of your throat.

“Look at how good you are when you just sit and listen.” Eric chuckles as he spreads your folds apart with his fingers watching how both he and Sunwood cum came spilling out of you.

“I don’t mind her being a brat we’ll just have to fuck it out of her over and over again.”

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TBZ PROMPTS | 18+ content.

(( hihi ^^ so my friend @oceansuncherry has given me prompts for each member of the boyz and these are the little scenarios that came to mind, please enjoy !! each members content will be tagged accordingly , as i edit this post with each member i'm realizing how out of control i am... ))

♡ Explicit, 14k.

♡ Reader is gender neutral in every scenario, because in this house we love being delulu and inclusive ^-^

♡ All members included. Sangyeon - “Do you think you can handle it?”

[[ boss /worker, thigh riding, make out, there is alcohol involved ]]

— You’re currently out for drinks with a few of your co-workers, honestly, you didn’t really want to go but you’ve already denied so many invitations that everyone in the office was beginning to think you hated them. It wasn’t that you disliked your co-workers, but you would just rather be curled up on the couch with a glass of wine watching a new drama after dealing with emails and phone calls all day.

“Y/n, you want more?” Sangyeon questions, holding a bottle of soju in his hands.

You slid your hand over the top of your cup, shaking your head, “No, thank you.”

He nods. Setting the bottle back down on the table to bring his freshly poured drink to his mouth. You watch out of the corner of your eyes, watching the way he laughs at the others' jokes and sips his drink. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbow, exposing his long arms and a silver watch on his wrist.

You’ve already had two glasses of peach soju and you’re warming up, feeling your cheeks warm and your thoughts swaying. Sangyeon was so handsome, reminding you of the lead in one of the office dramas that you had been watching recently. It was dangerous, thinking about him this way, he was above you… You were just an intern and he was the one in charge of overlooking your group. He was just so friendly and handsome.

“Ah, it’s getting late,” One of the other interns hummed, their heads swaying as they checked their phones.

Everyone began to excuse themselves one by one… But Sangyeon kept drinking, laughing and chatting with his co-workers.

“Y/n, are you feeling okay?” Sangyeon questions, tilting his head, “You’ve been so quiet all evening?”

“Oh,” You hum, nodding your head and looking down at your barely touched drink, “Just enjoying myself Mr. Lee.”

He tuts his tongue, “You don’t have to be so formal after work hours.”

“Sorry…” You mumble, almost calling him by his office name again but stopping yourself. You pick up your drink, taking another sip.

Sangyeon smirks. His eyes drag over you slowly before turning back to one of the older workers. And suddenly it feels like it’s a million degrees in the restaurant. You excuse yourself to the washroom.

Leaning up against the wall, you touch your cheek, it’s warm to the touch and you exhale…Why did he look at you like that? There was no way you had just imagined all of that, maybe it was best to call it a night and go home as well. You had almost prepared yourself mentally enough to go back out there and excuse yourself when the door opens and Sangyeon appears. He smiles, stepping towards you and suddenly it feels like your heartbeat has multiplied. Why was he so handsome?

“I-I was just about to say my goodbyes,” You stutter, trying to avoid any unnecessary interaction with him. You tried to step past him but you were stopped by his hand on your waist.

You tried to step back, trying to escape him but all you’ve managed to do is back yourself into the wall and he takes the opportunity to lean into you.

“You’ve stared at me all night,” Sangyeon breathes, “It was so hard to pay attention you know, you look so…” His hands tighten on your waist, leaning into your neck, “Pretty…You’re always trying to steal my attention, hmm?”

“Mr. Lee,” You gasp, squirming against him.

Sangyeon grabs your hands, pinning them above your head… Your skin feels like it’s on fire and your heart is throbbing. He smells so good, the mix of soju with his cologne has your head spinning.

“If you keep calling me that, I’m not going to be able to contain myself,” Sangyeon groans, resting his head on your shoulder, “Do you think you can handle it? ”

You squeeze your thighs together. He’s holding your hands up with only one hand, the other dragging down the front of your chest. Stopping at your waist again, his fingers squeezing as he inhales and exhales. He slots his knee between your thighs. And you let him. Stretching out your neck as his teeth graze your neck, peppering you with kisses.

“A-Ah, Mr. Lee,” You moan…Squirming your hands, but his grip tightens. Biting down into your neck.

He tugs you forward by your waist. You gasp at the friction, grinding yourself over his thigh, rocking your hips with the rhythm of his strong hands. His lips against your neck. There was no way you were leaving this bathroom without such a visible mark.

“You can’t leave a mark,” You pant breathlessly, “They’ll know.”

“Embarrassed of me, babe?” Sangyeon whispers against your neck…”How about here then.”

His lips entangle with yours, kissing you deeply. His tongue slips into your mouth and you can taste the soju on his tongue. Your own intoxication has your mind spinning, you’re so dizzy you can’t think straight. Grinding yourself on his thigh seeking your own pleasure, lost in the pressure that was pooling between your thighs.

“So eager,” He coos, kissing down your jaw, his lips pressed against your neck again, “I want to hear you, sweetheart.”

Sangyeon lets go of your hands, both of his hands now attached to your waist. Squeezing and tugging…You can’t help but moan so pathetically. Falling into Sangyeon, burying your face into his chest, panting and gasping for air.

“Say my name,” Sangyeon groans, his voice raspy and heavy.

“Mr. Lee,” You moan, “Sir, I’m going to cum…”

“Fuck,” Sangyeon exhales, “Cum for me sweetheart.”

His hand slips between your thighs, rubbing you through your clothes and it’s game over. You gasped and jerked forward, your entire body trembling as you rode out the pleasure that surged between you.

“How are you going to call my name in the office now?” Sangyeon teases, his hands dragging over your thighs.

You lean back, resting your head against the cold wall... You stare at him, smiling, “I think I’ll be fine, Mr.Lee..”

He scoffs, biting his lip and nodding, “Touche...Touche..”

You had never expected this side of him. He was always so sweet and kind in the office, walking in late with donuts and coffee. Always smiling widely and catering to everyone's needs, you would never expect in a million lifetimes he’d have you pinned up against the wall taking what he wanted from you. Jacob - “I’ve wanted something like this for a while now.”

[[ rough sex, nails, spanking, jacob lets out his anger in a healthy manner, minor derogatory names (slut) , jacob manhandling you is so hot wtf ]]

– Your boyfriend Jacob has always enjoyed gaming, spending a lot of his spare time playing matches with his friends. You’ve never minded though, truthfully you found it cute and enjoyed that you could both be in the same room enjoying each other's company while doing the things you enjoy.

You’re currently laying in his bed. Wearing one of his hoodies and no pants, cocooned in his comforter while one of your dramas plays on the screen. Your full focus is on the show, reading the subtitles and lounging in your comfort. But the focus is lost when Jacob groans, frustrated. His fist clenched, clearly, he wanted to hit something but instead, he breathed in and out.

“You good?” You question, reaching for the remote to pause your show.

“Yeah,” He muttered. Reaching for his mouse again, there were a few clicks before he lazily threw his mouse. Leaning back in his gaming chair.

He was silent.

And you knew that internally his mind was a fucking storm right now.

You pulled the blankets off yourself, crawling out of the bed. He looks up at you tilting his head as you crawl into his lap.

“What are you doing?” He questions.

“You’re upset,” You hum, “I want to make it better.”

You place your hands on his shoulders, adjusting yourself so that your knees are a little more comfortable in the chair, straddling Jacob. You arch out your back, sliding a hand down his chest until your hand is now between your own thighs… You brush your fingers over his crotch.

“How are you going to make it better, hmm?” Jacob questions. His hands latch onto your hips, one slipping under your hoodie and pressing into your back.

“Take your anger out on me,” You say sweetly, your smile as you sit back a bit.

Jacob’s intrigued, chewing on his lip as his eyes drag over you slowly. He slips his hand under the front of your sweater, his fingers tracing the waistband of your underwear… slipping his fingers in and pulling them and letting go, the elastic snaps back against your skin and you gasp.

“Limits?”

You shake your head, “I'll tell you if it’s too much.”

He inhales sharply, slipping his hand under your hoodie and dragging his nails over your stomach, “Fuck, I’ve wanted something like this for a while now.”

“Mmm,” You hum, tilting her head back.

He drags his nails down the inside of your thighs. The heat pools on your skin, welts already forming in the wake of his wandering hands. He squeezes your thighs, pinching skin between his hands. He’s silent, touching and feeling you, but it’s so rough… His fingers were laced with rage and turmoil.

“I want you,” He groans, “Get up.”

You do as he says. Climbing off his lap again. He grabs you by the hips pulling you into him. His face pressed into your stomach as he pulled down your underwear, he kissed your thigh, pushing your underwear past your knees. They fall to your ankles and you step out of them. Your hands cradling Jacob’s head, your fingers weaving into his hair. He grabs your ass, squeezing the skin before pulling his hand back.

The slap rings in your ear, and you jerk forward, fisting his hair and tugging his head back. He looks up at you smirking, his tongue prodded into his cheek like some cocky asshole. Fuck, you’re so turned on by this version of him. He slaps your ass again.

Your reaction is exactly what he’s looking for… He slaps your ass again, this time dragging his nails down your thighs. Your squirm, your skin inflamed. But it feels good. His hands are on your hips, pushing you back. He stands up. Towering over you as he pushed you around so effortlessly.

Jacob puts his hand on your neck, pushing down, “If you make a mess, I’ll be upset, baby.”

At first, you were confused until your chest was flush with his keyboard, the led lights were glowing, flashing an aurora of reds and blues…If you messed up anything on his desk, there was probably hundreds of dollars worth of equipment. Fuck. Fuck.

You’re so focused on holding yourself up. It takes you by surprise the way he kicks your feet apart, lining his cock up with your hole. He fucks into you quickly, the stretch takes you by surprise, but it has you moaning. He doesn’t give you any time to gather yourself before his hands are on your hips, fucking into you hard and deep. Your hands are gripping the edge of his desk, trying with everything in your power to not let yourself put your weight down on his keyboard.

He’s fucking into you so roughly that the desk has begun to shake. And your entire world feels like it’s crashing down around you. It’s so deep you feel like you’re going to cum in seconds, his nails digging into your hips.

Jacob is grunting and groaning, letting out a series of fucks and you’re so fucking tight, you can’t help but clench around him. Everything inside of you pulsing and throbbing.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck…'“ You moan, “Ugh, harder, fuck me harder please.”

You couldn’t even possibly imagine that he could fuck you harder, but he does. He pulls out slowly, before grabbing your hips and pulling you back into him with one quick movement. Holy fuck. It hurt so good. You’re so wet it’s dripping down your thighs. He pushed you back into the desk, slapping your ass a few more times.

“What a good slut, you take me so well..”

He pulls you back into him and your entire body feels numb, you can barely hold yourself up anymore. You feel so dizzy. It was like Jacob was a completely different person. You knew he got mad but you couldn’t even begin to imagine this was how this was going to happen.

"Cum inside of me,” You moan, so delirious for pleasure.

Jacob fucks into you, his rhythm steady and his hands latched to your hips as he pulls you back into him. You’re moaning with each thrust. You have your head shoved into the bend of your arm, drooling all over the sleeve of your sweater. Panting hard.

“Shit,” Jacob hisses. Pushing himself in as deep as he could and holding himself there.

You can feel him pulsing inside of you and it feels so inexplicably good. You feel so numb and sensitive. You can’t even remember when you came, but you felt exhausted like you had cum over a hundred times…

Jacob stays inside of you. Basking in the afterglow.

“Holy fuck,” You groan, wiping your mouth on the sleeve of your sweater before standing back up. You examine the desk and there is little to no damage, just a few figures had fallen over.

“Thank you,” Jacob hums, grabbing the back of the sweater and stumbling back, you fall into his lap, and he wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzling his head into your back, “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“Mmm, I’m good… Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah, a lot better.”

Younghoon - “It’s not something that I can easily forget.”

[[ heavy make-out, touching in public, confession, virgin reader, finger fucking, idk why this one is a little soft??? ;u; ]]

– You had almost gotten away with it, almost…

That night replaying in your head, you still couldn't believe the way that you had kissed Younghoon. You could blame the liquor or the chanting of all of your friends outside of the stupid closet. But it was all so cliché…

7 minutes in heaven. It was a game for kids and yet there you were, the minutes passed by like seconds. Wrapped up in Younghoon with his tongue in your mouth and your back against a cupboard. It was the furthest thing from heaven you had ever known.

But that night was weeks again. And the shame was eating you alive, you were a virgin and yet you were so lost to the temptation that your friend had to drag you out of the closet. Vodka and Cherry whiskey mixed on your tongue. It was so embarrassing. You hoped that Younghoon had forgotten about it… He was the head of the musical arts department. So thankfully running into him on campus was the least of your worries.

You had let your guard down. Going to karaoke with your friends, two drinks in and you were belting out a song with your best friend. You were aware that your friends had invited another group of friends to come and join but you were having fun, dancing around with the mic in your hand.

Everyone was laughing and singing along, the table was full of drinks and snacks. It was a good night.

When your song ends you turn around to hand off the mic to somebody else, and your stomach drops. Being so absorbed in your musical number that you hadn’t noticed that everyone else had arrived. And Younghoon was sitting across from you, his eyes watching you.

He looks so handsome today…

One of Younghoon’s friends jumps up, snatching the mic from your hand and you left walking to your spot awkwardly. You sit down next to him, wondering if the tension is so obvious that you’re exposing yourself to the entire room that you haven't been able to stop thinking about Younghoon. It had been weeks but you hadn’t forgotten the way he tasted or the way his hands felt under your shirt. Was it just the desire? Or have you developed a crush on Younghoon?

God. You felt like you could die right now, letting your shame and embarrassment be buried with you.

“Hey,” Younghoon greets, smiling... “You’re y/n, right?”

"Yeah,” You answer, reaching for your drink off the table and bringing it to your lips, you have to fight yourself from finishing off the glass. The liquor courage was a little too tempting, “Younghoon, right?”

He chuckles, leaning into you a bit with his arms crossed over his chest, “This small talk is a little boring, y/n... Do you know how hard it was to get you alone again?”

“Ah, sorry,” You mutter, not even sure what you’re really apologizing for, “Let’s just forget that happened okay?”

“It’s not something that I can easily forget,” Younghoon breathes, his hand creeping up onto your thigh.

You inhale. Looking down at his hand and back at your friends that were all fixated on the screen of flashing lyrics. There was no one paying attention to you. But you still felt like all eyes were on you… His hands slid further up your thigh and you swear you could see stars, your stomach twisting.

You jump up.

Everyone looks at you and you awkwardly smile, excusing yourself with a quick excuse of needing to use the washroom badly. You stumble out of the dark room, and the second the door opens you’re greeted with cold air that feels nice. Your cheeks are so hot and your heart is racing.

Why the fuck would he touch you like that around all of your friends? What if you had both been caught?

You stumble forward, heading towards the back door that people often used to go for cigarette breaks or to get some fresh air. It could easily get stuffy in a room full of people. You stepped outside and it was exactly what you needed to help calm down but you’ve only just realized that you’ve forgotten your phone inside, tucked away in your purse. You sigh. Pressing your back into the cold wall.

How were you supposed to go back in there? Fuck.

The door opens and you can’t help but laugh as you watch Younghoon step toward you. Because of course he would chase after you and get you alone, and now you had no excuse or reason to get away from him.

“No…No, go away,” You say while shaking your head, you didn’t really mean it. Fuck, you wanted him so badly. And you hated that he had this effect on you.

“If that’s what you want, I’ll leave you alone.”

He turns to go back inside and you feel yourself begin to panic. You reach out grabbing onto the sleeve of his sweater, stopping him from leaving. He turns around, smirking. You barely have a chance to register what you’ve done as he pushed you up against the wall. His hands are on your hips and you’re squirming and gasping for air. His lips are on your neck, sucking the skin in between his teeth and biting down. His hands are rough and dry, dragging up your soft tummy. You don’t even know when or how his hands had gotten under your shirt so quickly.

“Younghoon,” You gasp, “What if someone sees us…”

“So?” He whispers, “Let them catch us, I’m not ashamed that I like you.”

You feel like you're about to explode. Your heart racing and your mind dissolving into a muddled mess.

“Kiss me,” You beg, “Please…”

And he does. His mouth crashes against yours, the kiss is so deep you’re left panting for air and pulling away in an attempt trying to regather yourself. He’s breathing heavily. Pressing his body weight into you as he pants against your chest.

“I’m a virgin,” You whimper, nervous and beginning to panic.

“That’s okay,” Younghoon nods his head, “I’ll go easy on you.”

He kisses you again. This time his hands are on your neck, holding your face in his hands while his lips meld with yours, his tongue slipping inside your mouth, swallowing every pliant noise you made. He shoves his hand into our pants, massaging you slowly. You don’t stop him, melting into his touch. Kissing you until he’s satisfied you're ready… Pressing two fingers at your entrance and slipping them inside of you slowly. You mewl so pathetically, your hands clutching into his sweater. He kisses your forehead, praising you for taking him so well. His fingers are pumping in and out of you. You bury your face into his chest, trying to muffle your voice that you can’t seem to control.

“You’re so tight,” He croons, “Fuck…”

You moan. Allowing Younghoon to take complete control of you, clenching around his fingers as the pleasure built up until you couldn’t handle it anymore. Trembling as you came, panting into his chest as you tried to gather yourself. So overwhelmed by him.

Younghoon holds you in his arms, praising you sweetly as you come down from your high… You can’t believe you’ve just let him finger you in the back of an alleyway. You barely knew him, but fuck you wouldn’t mind getting to know him better. Hyunjae - “Is that a challenge?”

[[ car sex, finger fucking, you challenge hyunjae he can't make you cum, guess who cums lolol, freinds to lovers vibes ]]

“I bet you can’t even make me cum,” You chuckle, tossing one of your french fries at him, grabbing another and shoving it into your mouth.

“Is that a challenge?” He cocks his head, “If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do is ask.”

He picks up the fry off his lap and shoves it into his mouth.

“Shut up,” You roll your eyes, reaching for your drink from the cup holder, you take a sip cleansing your palette, “I’m just saying. It’s like impossible, everyone always talks about these mind-blowing orgasms and yeah sex feels good but I’m always so in my fucking head that I can’t cum or something. And if I do, it’s because I had to do it.”

“I’ll do it,” Hyunjae challenges, “If I can’t make you cum, I’ll buy you dinner for a week.”

“Mmm, two weeks,” You smirk.

“Fine, but if I win you have to do anything I want.”

The realization hits, holy fuck you’re going to fuck your best friend? You’ve known Hyunjae most of your life, and you were both so close that it wasn’t even surprising anymore when people would question if you were both a couple. You’ve never thought about him like this… That was a lie, occasionally you would steal a glance or have a question if you liked him. But that was normal…right?

You take another sip of your coke and set it back in the cupholder, “So… uhm now?”

Hyunjae chuckled, “You don’t sound so confident now.”

Scoffing, you set your drink in the cupholder, “Back seat? Or here? I won’t lose to you.”

“Purposely not getting off is against the rules,” Hyunjae groaned, feigning annoyance as he reached for his phone and began to scroll, “Backseat.”

You nod. Opening up the passenger side door and climbing into the backseat. The spot that Hyunjae parked to eat was always abandoned so worrying about someone seeing you both wasn’t a thought in your mind. You feel a little anxious as you wait for him to climb into the backseat with you.

Hyunjae puts on a playlist that’s familiar to you, it’s one you both made together combining your favourite songs before he gets out of the driver’s seat and opens up the back door. You adjust yourself, leaning up against the door, your head against the cold window. He kneels onto the seat, closing the door before he crawls between your legs.

“Limits?” Hyunjae questioned, resting his hand on the top of your thigh.

You shake your head. Your stomach all of a sudden doing flips as his hand dragged up your thighs slowly. This is really happening… Holy fuck. This was really happening.

His hands drag up your thighs. You’re both silent, Hyunjae grabs the waistband of your pants, dragging them down while you lift your hips. He pulls your pants down to your ankles. He’s so gentle with you. You bite your lip as his hands grip your inner thighs, spreading your legs apart.

You watch him, taking in the way his expression changes… The way his eyes stare at you like he’s going to consume you. You’ve never seen this side of him before. He lowers his head, kissing in between your thighs, he looks up at you as his hand begins to massage you. You gasp, tilting your head back and looking away.

It’s teasing the way he touches you so slowly. It’s driving you insane.

“Hyunjae…” You whine. Reaching out to weave your fingers in your hair.

“You’re so pretty,” He coos, placing a wet kiss on the inside of your thigh, “Be good for me, hmm?”

“Shut up,” You mutter, your fingers tightening in his hair and tugging.

He chuckles, brushing his hand over your hole. Circling it with two fingers, it has you jerking forward. He pulled back his hand long enough to spit onto his fingers. Smearing the spit at your entrance and pushing in. Sinking his fingers in knuckle-deep. You can’t help but gasp.

“So tight,” Hyunjae breathes, pulling his fingers back out and in, slowly.

You can feel them inside of you and you can't help but clench around his fingers. He smirks, lifting his head to watch the pleasure on your face. He pumps his fingers in and out of you at a faster pace, quick jabs that make you moan. It sounds so needy and fake the way his fingers have you biting at your lip in an attempt to stop your noises from being so loud.

Why was Hyunjae having this effect on you?

Normally you were always so in your head, but right now with each stroke of his fingers, you can feel yourself slipping, succumbing to the pleasure that pooled between your thighs.

“Fuck me,” You whimper, “God. I want your cock, please.”

Hyunjae tilts his head, looking at you with excitement in his eyes. He sits back, undoing his pants to pull out his cock. God, you hate the way your mouth waters staring at his cock. He strokes it a few times and it has your thighs trembling with desperation.

“Lay down a bit,” Hyunjae says, “You might hit your head.”

You nod, lowering yourself on the seat until your head is flush with the seat. The anticipation is killing you, the way he crawls in between your thighs, one hand on his cock and the other holding your leg up. He presses his cock to your entrance and slowly pushes forward.

The stretch has your lips parting, it feels so much better than his fingers, so deep and pressing against your walls in all the right places. You feel dizzy, your cheeks burning up. It’s like heatstroke. He falls forward, his chest against yours, he puts a hand above your head, cradling you as he begins to fuck into you, each thrust harder and deeper. You have your eyes closed, allowing the waves of pleasure to take over.

You think about how his arm is above your head, protecting you from hitting your head against the door with each thrust and it’s game over. Clenching around him. Panting and gasping for air, your heart racing.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Hyunjae moans, burying his head in the crook of your neck, his lips against your neck.

“Shut up,” You whimper, it sounds so pathetic on the verge of tears from how good it felt, you just wanted him to be quiet, to stop having this effect on you.

“You sound so pretty.”

Hyunjae moans in your ears, it’s so fucking hot. Your stomach twists and your thighs tremble. It’s so hot and sweaty, he’s suffocating you with his body weight on top of you. Fucking into you at the right angle, you whimper, your entire body trembling as you cum.

“Fuck…Fuck…” You hiss as he continues to thrust inside of you.

Your hands are on his back, your fingers clutching his sweater tightly trying to ground yourself as he continues to milk out your pleasure with each thrust, you can’t take it anymore, squirming with each stroke from how sensitive you feel. You feel like you’re seeing stars, your eyes fluttering with each pulse.

“I’m gonna cum,” He moans, trying to pull himself out.

But you grab him, wrapping your leg around his hips and holding him in place, tightening around his pulsing cock. You can feel cum inside of you and it’s the best feeling you’ve ever felt, you feel like you’ve cum again. Everything is throbbing and your heart is racing like you just ran a fucking marathon.

“Shit,” You groan, only just realizing what you’ve done… Letting the heat of the moment get to you, your thighs trembling.

“Ugh,” Hyunjae mumbles, trying to lift himself up, he looks at you with apologetic eyes even though you were the one who had held him captive, “I tried to pull out.”

You grab his face and lift your head, kissing him. You kiss him until you can’t breathe, throwing your head back into the seat, “Guess, you won.”

Juyeon - “Are you sure you can handle me?”

[[ college au, sub juyeon, enemies to lover type of vibe, heavy make-out, pet names ( kitten ), hand-job, you find out juyeon’s weakness, aftercare ]]

– You don’t know exactly how it happened, but here you were in the bedroom of your enemy… The guy who has always placed first in everything, always making you come second. He looks tense reading through the textbook, fidgeting with the pen in his hand.

“I can feel you staring,” Juyeon groans, setting his book on the table and glaring up at you, “What?”

“It’s just weird,” You lean forward into the table, smiling, “I just assumed you were some kind of android but your room is actually normal, and look no charging station.”

“Ha…So funny,” Juyeon shakes his head, “This project is worth 30% of our grade, so can you please focus.”

“We’ve been working for hours already… I’m hungry.”

Juyeon rolls his eyes, “Fine. We can take a break but we have to at least get an outline done tonight, so if you want to be stuck here with me longer be my guest.” He gets up from the small table in his room and grabs his phone that’s on his bed, “I’ve got ramen or we can order something.”

“Ramen,” You hum, standing up and stretching your arms above your head. You moan at the stretch, it felt so good after sitting cramped up at the table for the last three hours. But Juyeon glances up at you and he looked flustered.

God, he was so weird.

He cooked the ramen while you walked around the living room, snickering at the family photos on the walls, he looked like such a dork as a child. He’s silent. Back turned to you as he mixes in the seasoning packets.

It smells so good, your mouth begins to water as your nose carries you to the smell. You lean your head into the stove, looking at the bubbling pot of ramen that smelled so spicy and delicious. Ugh, it was going to taste so good.

“You might get burned.”

“Aweh, you're worried about me,” You tease, bumping your shoulder into his playfully

He jumps back a bit, looking at you with those same terrified eyes from earlier but this time you take offense. You barely even touched him and yet he was acting like you were some disease. God, he’s always been so full of himself, constantly acting like he’s better than everyone just because he’s handsome and smart.

“Jeez, don’t have to get your panties in a twist, I was just joking,” You scoff, your lip curling as you tut your tongue to signify your distaste for you, “I know you don’t like me, but we have to work on this project multiple times a week, so can we at least be friends?”

“I don’t,” Juyeon shook his head, “I don’t dislike you.”

“Could have fooled me,” You say, leaning back into the counter and crossing your arms over your chest.

Juyeon turned off the stovetop and lifted the pot, setting it down on a coaster on the counter, pulling open a drawer and grabbing out a second pair of chopsticks and holding them out to you. You grumble, stepping forward and taking them. You both stand in silence eating the ramen out of the pot. It was as delicious as it smelled, and the spice was at the perfect level. But after a few bites, Juyeon puts his chopsticks down on the counter.

“I’m gonna go continue reading, clean up when you’re done.”

You don’t get a word in before he’s gone, you’re too hungry to mind, gobbling down the food and rinsing the pot out in the sink. When you head back to the room, it’s obvious how pink Juyeon’s cheeks have turned and his lips are red.

“You don’t like spicy food, do you?” You question, sitting down at the table.

He shakes his head.

“Then why did you let me pick that one?”

“You wanted it,” He shrugs, staring down at the textbook in his lap.

You notice it’s lower than usual, sprawled out over his lap like he’s trying to hide something and the pieces are starting to make sense… No, there was no way…

“Juyeon… Are you okay?” You coo.

“What,” He looks up at you, his eyes wide, “Y-Yeah, I’m fine.”

You crawl towards him and you can watch the way his expression falters and it’s so painfully clear. You snatch the book out of his lap and you gasp at what he’s been hiding. He’s turned on, sweatpants tented and his cheeks flush a deeper pink. You toss the book onto the table and he begins to stumble on his words.

“It’s not what it looks like,” He whimpers, “It just happened, I promise.”

“Aweh, It’s not from me,” You pout, feigning innocence as you reach out, brushing your fingers over his swollen cock through his pants.

He moans and you stare up at him. There has never been a time in your life when you could beat Juyeon, he was always smarter and stronger in every competition. But right now it looked like he was about to cry just at you touching his cock. And it was a good feeling…

“I can help you,” You offer, leaning forward and lowering your face closer to his crotch, “Do you want that?” You look up at him through your lashes and he’s squirming, “I can take care of you, baby.”

“P-please,” He whines, "Are you sure you can handle me?"

You apply pressure, circling your palm over his bulge, resting your head in his lap as you look up at him. Watching his expression, watching as he falls apart and it brings a smile to your face.

“Feel good?” You ask, reaching for the string of his sweatpants and pulling on it until it comes undone.

You pull them down enough that his cock is now resting against his shirt, it’s so swollen and red.

“You poor thing,” You gasp, curling your fingers around his length, “Let me kiss it better.”

You’ve barely begun to stroke him and he’s already squirming around, his lips parting and moaning so sweetly. He’s such a fucking wreck already.

“Call me your kitten.”

You perk up, running your tongue over the slit in his cock. You kiss the tip softly, before looking at him.

“You’re such a pretty kitten. So eager and well behaved…”

You lick the inside of your palm and use it to circle the tip of his cock, massaging him while you stroke his length. You sit up, your eyes washing over him. Watching the way he jerks, his entire body trembling while he’s panting hard.

“Are you going to cum, kitten?”

You can’t believe the effect such a nickname has on him, throwing his head back as his cock pulsed in your hand. You continue to massage him, using his cum as lubricant until he’s whining and begging for you to stop.

“Don’t tell anyone,” Juyeon says sadly, You've only just noticed that he’s been crying.

“It’s our little secret,” You promise him, “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

You head to the kitchen, searching around for a bowl and cloth. You fill it with warm water and return to his room. And he hasn’t moved an inch, he’s just staring at you like some lost puppy. You kneel in front of him, squeezing out the excess water and cleaning up the mess you’ve made.

“All better,” You smile, tilting your head, “Wanna finish our outline? I’ll order some takeout.”

He nods slowly. But you still don’t feel like you’ve done enough. You set the bowl of water aside and fall into him. Nuzzling your head into his chest. You can hear the way his heart is racing, you lift your head and kiss his cheek quickly.

“You were so good,” You praise, ruffling his hair and smiling brightly.

It seems to do the trick. He smiles brightly, “You don’t think I’m weird?”

You shake your head, “Is it weird that I liked being in control?”

Juyeon shook his head.

“Good, we agree on something for once,” You smile, pinching his cheek and cooing before you sit up again, “Okay, back to studying. As much as round two could be fun, I don’t want to be here all night.”

Kevin - “I don’t like to be ignored.”

[[ hard dom, hickeys/love bites, brat tamer, orgasm denial, punishment, spanking, manhandling, aftercare ]]

“Babe,” Kevin calls you from the kitchen.

You groan, clicking your mouse trying to focus on your game. You’ll answer him in just a minute, you continue clicking. Your entire team is in a raid and you can’t exactly pause. Minutes later and you’ve completely forgotten that your boyfriend has even called.

You’re sitting in your game chair, one knee tucked to your chest and you’re leaned forward, so fixated on the screen that you didn't notice that Kevin had come into your office. He watched for a while, arms crossed over his chest. Pondering what he should do to teach you a lesson.

Because truthfully. You knew he was preparing dinner and you were instructed to not play a round until after you had eaten. So, you were in the wrong. Just as you were about to beat the boss, your world began to spin, physically. You had no choice but to let go of the mouse but it didn’t stop you from trying to turn the chair back around. But Kevin overpowered you and he didn’t look happy.

“What the fuck,” You groan, trying to look back at the computer.

Kevin simpers. Reaching over and pressing the power button.

Your jaw drops… Typical gamer rage immediately took over as you began to cuss him out, you reached out trying to hit your fists into his chest. But he grabs your wrists and pins them onto the arms of the chair.

“You done?” He questions, his eyes dragging over you.

“I was coming,” You huff, glaring up at him.

“I don’t like to be ignored,” Kevin breathes… His grip tightens around your wrists, “And most importantly, I don’t like to be ignored over a video game you were told not to play yet.”

“It was just one round,” You pout, and your demeanour softens. Batting your eyelashes playfully, “I’m sorry…”

“Nice try,” Kevin coos, leaning in and biting down into your neck. He sucks the skin into his mouth. Making sure that he’d leave a mark.

It takes you by surprise, the sudden burn of his teeth sinking into your neck. It’s so hot and wet, the pain radiating down into your chest. You whine, squirming around in the chair but there is no way you’re going to escape your punishment.

“I’m sorry,” You whimper, squeezing your thighs together as he kisses up your neck.

“I’m going to teach you some manners, and since you didn’t come when you were called you won’t be allowed to cum tonight, you hear me? Use that naughty mouth of yours to tell me when you’re close”

“No-no,” You gasp, trying to get away from him, “I promise, I’ll behave.” If behaving was that easy, you wouldn't be in this situation.

“Too late, sweetheart,” Kevin simpers, caressing your cheek sweetly before he grabs you by the hair, dragging you out of the chair and up against the wall.

—

Kevin grabs the back of your thigh, lifting and guiding his cock to your entrance so effortlessly, he fucks into you, his hips flush with your ass in seconds. His cock reaches so deep it has you seeing stars. You can’t take it anymore.

You feel like you’re going to pass out, so exhausted from nearly coming multiple times already, he knows your body well, and he knows when you’re about to come. Even before you can whimper that you’re close. He’s already pulling away. You’ve almost come at least a dozen times already, and he’s still going. Fucking you in every position. Your body was littered with red marks.

Between your legs was so numb, swollen and dripping in your pleasure.

“Aweh, are you going to cum sweetheart?” He simpers.

Fuck. He was so hot.

His bangs were pushed back, sweat forming on his hairline… His muscles were so defined, abs slicked in sweat. He gives one more thrust before he’s pulling out again and drops your leg.

You can’t help but crumble to the floor.

Your thighs are trembling, unable to hold yourself up and you can’t stop panting. You squeeze your thighs together but you’re immediately scolded.

“I-I can’t,” You whimper, falling forward and shoving your hands between your thighs to touch yourself.

Kevin tuts, “Still breaking rules? Guess you haven’t learned any manners yet.” He sinks his hands into your hair, tugging you back… You stare up at him with pleading eyes as his hand connects with your cheek. He simpers.

You’re left whimpering as you raise your hands in the air and begin to cry harder. The tears are so hot as they stream down your face and bead down your chest. You began to blubber out apologies. You feel dizzy and hot and you can’t help but gasp for air between each sob.

“There you go,” Kevin smiles, crouching down to caress your cheek sweetly. His thumb wipes away the tears, “Are you going to behave?”

You nod your head. Desperate to please him… to prove that you can really behave.

He kisses you so roughly. Lips mashing together in such an unmatched tempo, his tongue running over your lip before he’s pulling away again. You stretch out your neck, whining at his absence.

“We’ll end here then,” Kevin says while standing up, “I think you’ve learned your lesson.”

He goes to step away but you reach out for him, grabbing onto his thigh and clinging to him like a lost child. You couldn’t bear to be left alone, you needed him.

“More,” You whimper, looking up at him through your wet lashes.

“So broken and mindless,” Kevin coos, petting your head sweetly, “Such a pretty cock whore for me...”

You’re so fucking broken, a crumpling mess as he picks you off the ground and tosses you into your gaming chair. You’re blubbering incoherent words as he pushes his cock back inside of you. His hands are on your hips, pulling you back into him like you’re some toy for his pleasure.

“You’re so tight,” He breathes sharply, hissing at the way you squeeze around his cock.

With each thrust, you can feel yourself about to explode… You’re so sensitive, trying to pull away but you’re no match to his strength. Hips burning from the welts forming under his nails as he holds onto you tightly, pulling your ass back into him. Slamming his hips forward at the same time.

You’re going to come.

You can’t tell him.

Everything is moving so fast. Cuming on his cock, your insides constricting and swallowing his cock deep inside of you. You begin to tremble and shake, screaming into the chair as you finally cum and it’s too much. He cums with you. Pulsing back and forth as he cums deep inside of you.

He grabs your ass, exhaling. You both just sit there panting, trying to catch your breath.

You couldn’t form a cohesive thought if your life depended on it.

“The ramen is probably gross by now,” Kevin sighs, running his hand over your back, “It’s not too late, if we shower quickly we could go for a drive and get fast food.”

You hum, sitting up slowly. His hands are on your waist, helping you get up from the chair and he continues to support you all the way to the bathroom.

“I want a milkshake,” You pout, leaning into the wall as he gets the shower ready.

He chuckles, pulling you into a hug. Kevin kisses your forehead sweetly, “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

Your heart swelled. Stomach fluttering as your mind replayed the last hour or torture you had just endured… Kevin was so hot. The way he could take charge and fuck you senseless, but in the next breath he was praising and spoiling you, always giving in to you. And that’s why you were always going to be his perfect brat. New - “Don’t underestimate me.”

[[ humiliation ( he catches you touching yourself), lots of derogatory terms, looks innocent but is fucking mean and hot , rough sex ]]

Sharing an apartment with Chanhee was exhausting. The nights were always filled with loud moans echoing through the walls, sometimes it was so hard to not touch yourself to them… So hard to not close your eyes and let your imagination run wild. Which always left things awkward while you were getting ready for classes in the morning, with him sitting at the breakfast bar with a bowl of cereal like he wasn’t up all night. You were beginning to question if he was a vampire that never slept and had ungodly stamina… You two didn’t talk much. Chanhee was rarely home and when he was there was usually someone occupying his attention.

So you don’t think much about it when you come home, kicking your shoes off and rushing to your room.

You’ve been horny all day, squirming and throbbing between your legs for most of your last class. And you don’t know why, everything was just turning you on and you needed to touch yourself now. Your mind was only fixated on the need to touch yourself that you just fell into your bed, face shoved into the blankets as you reach between your thighs, slipping your hand into your pants and massaging yourself.

Suffocating in your moans, you’re so close… All the pent-up frustration was finally about to be released after so long.

“Cute,” Chanhee coos, leaning up against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest, “I thought I heard you…”

Your stomach drops.

“Get out,” You whimper, pulling your hand from your pants and dying mentally in your bed. You don’t even want to look at him, the shame taking over.

“You put on a show like some desperate whore and then tell me to get out?” Chanhee scoffs, “You’ve turned me on, now how are you going to fix it?”

You sit up, grabbing one of your pillows and throwing it at him, “I’m not a whore! It’s not my fault you moan so fucking loud all fucking night, it’s all I can think about!”

He catches the pillow, his eyes darkening as he steps toward you. You never thought someone so pretty could look so terrifying… You're frozen, like a deer in headlights. Just watching as he sets the pillow back on your bed.

“So, you think of me?” He questions, simpering.

Of course, that’s all he would hear out of that sentence, what a psycho…

“Ugh, get out,” You groan. Ready to die from your embarrassment, if only you had just closed the door you wouldn't be in this situation.

“Make me,” Chanhee challenges.

You scoff, getting up defensively to push him out but you’re overpowered in an instant, thrown back into the bed and Chanhee is crawling on top of you. And he’s staring at you with such ravenous eyes. You squirm. He grabs the hand that you just had in between your thighs, bringing it up to his lips. You can’t help but watch, helplessly pinned to the mattress. He smirks, guiding your fingers into your mouth.

“Chanhee,” You whisper…

Your stomach twists into knots as he sucks on your fingers, tasting you. He removes your fingers from his mouth and guides your hand to his crotch. Pressing your hand down into his bulge.

“I’m so turned on,” Chanhee hums, “Watching you touch yourself so carelessly, so desperate– fuck, you looked so hot…”

He has you completely wrapped around his finger… And he felt big, like really big. Fuck, you wanted to be fucked so bad. Who cares if he was your roommate.

“Fuck me,” You whimper, massaging your hand into his cock… You feel good, your mind looping on the fact that this was all because of you...

“Don’t underestimate me,” Chanhee breathes, diving forward and crashing his lips against yours.

The kiss is deep and messy like Chanhee is trying to devour you. You can’t keep up. You’re both messily stripping off your clothes. Tumbling and rolling on the bed, kissing each other so desperately. It feels unreal when he’s between his thighs, stroking his cock before he lines up with your entrance.

You’re fucking mewling for him, begging for him to just fuck you already but he just keeps teasing you, running the head of his cock in between your thighs and laughing at your desperation.

Chanhee always looked so innocent in your eyes, beyond having the sex drive of a rabbit, he seemed so gentle. But in reality, he was so mean and devious. Tearing you apart piece by piece and taking what he wanted. Until finally his cock was inside of you, stretching you open until you were begging him to slow down.

He was so big, there was no way you could take all of him... You were already so full and he was staring at you with these eyes that made your heart race. He grabbed you by the hips and pulled you into him, his cock penetrated deeper than you’ve ever taken before. You lift your head, gasping and trying to claw onto his shoulder.

But he’s laughing and cooing at you.

You throw your head back into the mattress, moaning and panting as he fucks into you. Slamming his cock so deep with every thrust.

It hurts so good.

On the verge of tears, he dives in again. His lips melding with yours and devouring your noises until he’s pulling back again. Grabbing you by the hips and flipping you over like some weightless doll, you’re on your stomach. Your face shoved into the mattress and his hands are on your waist, forcing your ass in the air as he pushed his cock into you again.

The sound of slapping skin and moans fill the room. Your spine aches as he pins you into the mattress, all of his weight pushing you down. Every thrust has you going numb, your insides finally getting used to Chanhee’s length and you're chasing your high. The steady rhythm builds up, and your drooling into your bedsheets.

You’re clutching the sheets and you're trying to push back your hips, so desperate for him.

“Such a perfect cock slut,” Chanhee teases, holding his cock deep inside of you as he reaches for your hair, pulling your head up, “Look at me.”

You turn your head and he shoves his thumb in your mouth, holding you, forcing you to watch as he fucks into you. He tips his head back, groaning so roughly… His chest is slicked in sweat and you cum on the spot. Unable to hold back as you clench around him, trembling as he continues to fuck into you.

You’re so swollen and sensitive, but he continues. Ungodly stamina was an understatement with the way that he didn’t seem to slow down, thrusting in and out of you until he was falling into you. Kissing your shoulder blades as he cums inside of you.

“So good,” He praises. Both of his hands are on your shoulders as he kisses your spine.

Every inch of your body aches, but the soft sensation of his lips kissing you so sweetly has you melting into the mattress like putty. So exhausted that sleep was all you could think about, so blissed out and content. Chanhee seems to have the same thought. Falling into the space beside you, draping his arm over your back.

“You’re never getting rid of me,” Chanhee whispers, tugging you into him.

“Shut up,” You grumble, wigging back into him before drifting off to sleep.

What have you gotten yourself into… Q - “Wait until I get home…”

[[ riding, power bottom reader, you send nudes while he's in an important work meeting ]]

You stared at the text that flashed on your screen, you were giddy thinking about the damage you must have caused while Changmin was in his meeting this afternoon. It wasn’t your fault that you were home alone on your day off, after all, he had promised he would be home today.

But of course, there was always some kind of surprise meeting.

You were a little upset, so you did what you knew best. You played dirty… Pulling out some of your best clothes and dressed up for the camera, taking a good collection of sensual photos. In one of them you’re wearing one of Changmin’s favorite dress shirts, the unbuttons undone and exposing your skin so tastefully.

You send them all one by one… Watching as the delivered mark changed to read. He ignored you. You had expected that, but you still pout and continue to send more. Sending them all one by one slowly, watching as the text bubble appears and disappears.

Darling: Just wait until I get home...

It has you completely riled up, dancing around the house with your favourite music playing softly in the background. You can see it now, him walking through the door with those lustful eyes. You’re about to get the attention you deserve. You’re still wearing his dress shirt and a pair of black underwear, the contrast of black and white had you feeling so pretty as you danced in the mirror freshening yourself up.

You hear the beeping at the door. Your heart begins to race as you step out of the bathroom and watch Changmin walk through the door, dropping his briefcase onto the floor and tugging at his tie and unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. His eyes meet yours.

“Darling,” You coo happily, walking towards the entryway.

He shakes his head, his eyes darkening as they wash over you, he sighs… “You think you’re funny, huh?”

You pretend to ponder the thought, smiling, “Kind of.”

“I tried to ignore my phone, but you see someone just kept texting over and over, completely bypassing my do not disturb setting. The CEO of the company we're trying to work with urged that we pause so I could check my phone because it must be important…” Changmin explains while unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling his sleeves up, "Do you even understand what you did?"

"Did you like it?”

He growls, frustrated as he pushes you up against the wall. His nose shoved into your neck as he breathes you in. Hands-on your hips as he lets his desires take over, turning him into the hungry animal that you wanted; that you deserved.

His cock was already hard, rubbing against your leg.

Changmin grabs the back of your thighs, lifting you off the ground. You wrap your legs around his waist, draping your arms over his shoulders. He pressed his full weight up against you, pinning you into the wall. He kisses you softly, teasingly flicking his tongue over your lips. He kisses down your neck, playfully nipping and biting your collarbone before he exhales.

“Wanna ride you,” You coo so innocently, like some love-sick dove calling for your mate.

Changmin carries you to the bedroom while you giggle, your hands weaving into his hair, your lips against his sensitive neck. One minute you’re on top of the world and the next you’re falling, landing into the pile of blankets and you feel your stomach drop. Changmin crawls over you slowly. A hand on your hip and the other sliding against your stomach.

You reach for the buttons of his shirt, undoing them as fast as you can and pushing the shirt off his shoulders. He sits back taking it off the rest of the way before he’s falling back into you, his hungry lips on yours again. This time the kiss is deeper and suffocating. Your hands are on his belt, blindly pulling at the leather strap until it comes undone.

“So needy,” Changmin groans. Sitting back on his knees, he begins to tug your underwear past your hips and down your thighs until he’s tossing them to the floor.

You sit up, pushing him back onto the bed and crawl into his lap. You reach in between your thighs, grabbing onto his cock and guiding yourself down onto it. You’re impatient and demanding. He groans, jaw tightening as you drop yourself. Taking all of him, you moan, circling your hips and leaning forward. You kiss him, your tongue slipping into his mouth as you lift and drop your hips.

It feels so good, taking control and using his cock to fuck yourself the way you want.

Changmin has his hands on your waist holding onto you as you sit up, putting both of your hands onto his chest to stabilize yourself as you ride him. Rocking your hips back and forth, lifting and dropping…

“You feel so good,” You whine, “So big and thick..” You feel yourself tighten at your own words, throwing your head back, “So fucking hot inside of me.”

Changmin has his hands on your hips, holding you in place and fucking into you until he’s panting and gasping for air. His stomach tightens as he throws his head back. His nails digging into your hips.

“Ugh, fuck… fuck…”

You can feel the way he pulses inside of you, his cock twitching and filling you as you continue to ride him. Rocking your hips as the pleasure builds and builds until you’re on the verge of coming and Changmin can’t stop trembling, overstimulating as you continue to ride him until you’ve finished. Your thighs squeeze his hips as you fall into his chest.

You cum.

And it feels just as good as you had hoped, pulsing at every movement. Panting hard into Changmins chest. He wraps his arms around you and you both stay like that for a while.

“You’re such a brat,” Changmin sighs, rubbing your back.

“You love it,” You hum. Basking in his warmth with your cheek pressed against his chest. Haknyeon - “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

[[ ceo/intern au, submission, soft dom, marking/hickeys, bondage/rope, neck kisses, finger fucking, subspace , lots of praise ]]

You’re nervous.

And understandably so considering your boss has just finished tying your arms behind your back with the blue jute rope that you had picked out a few nights ago when you had first discussed the deal together. And you’re beginning to feel the effects as he sits in the chair across from you.

You loved your work, loved the company and your boss. He was such a sweet and gentle person, you would do anything for him. In your worst, he was always there cheering you on and though he had his moments of being stern, he was a caring person that wanted his team to thrive.

In every way, you owed your life to him because you were finally living the dream and waking up every morning with a reason, a purpose. You would do anything for him.

So, when you found out how stressed he was it was only natural that you asked your therapist during one of your sessions about a hypothetical way to help somebody's stress. She listed many things. And you tried a few of them, bringing him herbal teas and offering to work overtime to help with keeping him company late into the evenings. But the bags under his eyes only grew darker and darker from the lack of sleep.

Haknyeon had choked on his coffee when you had first offered to be his submissive. Staining his dress shirt as he jumped forward in his seat. He got up and closed the office door, staring at you with such utter disbelief that you had even just suggested a thing. You begged, explaining a few of the things you had read and he seemed to listen. Nodding his head with his arms crossed over his chest, leaned up against his desk.

That day would always be imprinted in your mind. The day your boss said yes to becoming your dominant and the day you realized you were a little more than just thankful for him.

And now here you are. Heart racing and you know deep down this is more than just some office crush, more than just your admiration for him. You watch as he unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt, rolling up the sleeves to his elbows.

“Safe word?” Haknyeon said, leaning forward into the hand on his thigh.

“Ocean.”

“Good. I’m going to touch you now but the second you say the safe word everything will stop, okay.”

“Okay…” You pause for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts, “Master.”

Haknyeon stands up, stepping towards you and you can feel the butterflies… The way his shoes click on the floor and the scent of clean linen and sandalwood burning from the candles on the table. The scene is set.

Ready…3…2…1…

Action.

Haknyeon tilts your chin up, his eyes washing over your exposed body so slowly it has your heart racing, feeling insecure as he takes in every inch of your skin. You try to look away but he tuts softly, turning your head more to look up at him.

You watch as his demeanour completely changes, the softness in his eyes exchanged with this look that makes you feel so small and uneasy. He looked like a completely different person, eye-fucking you as his hand lowers, tickling your skin as he crouched down in front of you.

Two fingers trailing down your stomach and down the curve of your hips, his eyes following the hand that is now between your thighs.

“I wanna kiss you,” Haknyeon whispers, “Everywhere…”

He leans in, kissing your shoulder softly… His lips tag you with invisible marks until he’s made his way to your neck. He slips his hand between your thighs, massaging you and sinking his teeth into your neck at the same time.

You gasp.

Your vision blurs as you blink slowly, your head spinning as you slip further and further out of control. He continues to bite at your neck, sucking and kissing until it’s so tender you swear you have to be bleeding by now. He pulls back. His attention was now directed to your thighs once more as he spread your legs apart, enjoying the view as he touched you so teasingly. His fingers slicked with your pleasure.

Haknyeon's shoulders slump, exhaling. He’s falling into the role easier than he thought, touching you so slowly and basking in the moment of worshipping you slowly. His lips meet your skin again, kissing along your chest as he slips two fingers inside of you. Pumping them in and out so slowly, listening to the way your breathing has changed, the way your chest rises and falls with the push of his fingers.

“You’re so pretty,” He praises. He caresses your cheek, leaning in to kiss you.

The kiss is so soft at first, deepening gradually as he swallows down every soft whimper and moan you make until you’re trembling so hard, squirming and trying to close your legs to escape his touch.

“I want to fuck you…” Haknyeon says, and it almost sounds like he’s begging for your approval, like he’s so desperate and unable to stop himself, “On your knees.”

You do as he says, tucking your legs underneath you and getting into a kneeling position. He helps support you with your arms tied behind your back. He gets behind you and you can hear his belt being undone and you’re already squeezing your thighs together.

Haknyeon was going to fuck you.

Your boss was going to fuck you… On the floor of his living room, with your arms tied behind your back… You felt like you were floating, barely comprehending the way he pushed you forward, your chest pressed against the floor and your ass presented in the air. Your eyes roll as he pushes himself inside of you, stretching you open, taking him inch by inch. It feels like it’s never-ending. He feels so warm, pulsing inside of you…

Haknyeon takes your hand and you grab onto his tightly, grounding yourself as he begins to move in a slow push and pull. Basking in the way you feel around his cock, so warm and tight. He tips his head back groaning.

The roughness in his voice has you seeing stars... Eyes closed as you let the waves of pleasure wash over you. Moaning and crying as he fucked into you, pulling you under the current of his lust. You’re so blissed out.

“So tight,” He praises, “You’re doing so well, so perfect, just for me.”

The praise loops in your mind.

So good…So perfect…

Drool dripping from your lips, glossy and swollen…Your cheek is wet. And you feel so overwhelmed, tears forming in your eyes as the pleasure takes over. The final wave pulls you under and holds you hostage, as you whimper into the floor. Crying out for Haknyeon so sweetly.

He answers your call, praising you… Telling you how beautiful you are, how sweet and perfect… Made just for him. Time escapes you, unable to keep track of how long Haknyeon fucks you, pulling you into his lap and fucking you from this angle. He’s surprised how gone you are, drooling and moaning, barely able to hold yourself up.

It’s exactly what Haknyeon needed. All of the stress washes away with each sweet moan you sing into his ear.

He holds you close to him as he cums, his body melting into yours, panting and breathing heavily. Until he’s untying your arms and picking you up. He carries you to the bedroom, wiping your body with a warm cloth before he crawls into the bed with you. Holding you against his chest and you both fall asleep.

Haknyeon sleeps through the night, and it’s the first time in months that he’s woken up to the sun and not the usual late-night darkness. Your head is on his chest and you're holding his waist… You were his insomnia cure. Sunwoo - “Now that I got your attention…”

[[ cliché brothers bestfriend, minor violence ( he protects you ), he's so soft and hot ngl, like hear me out sunwoo would be the ultimate simp and this just fits him so well ]]

It’s not that you haven’t noticed his attempts, it’s that you had dodged them so well that he must have thought you didn’t notice. His efforts were only getting more and more drastic and bold.

But Sunwoo was your brother's best friend, they had been friends most of your life and you weren’t about to get involved in that kind of a mess.

Of course, that’s until Sunwoo has a guy that has been pestering you all night by the collar and he’s punching him hard. Until he lets go and the guy topples to the floor. Everyone is watching silently, all confused and curious. But you…Fuck, that was so hot.

“Fucking creep,” Sunwoo spits, his cheeks are red and you can tell that he’s holding himself back, “Think of this pain every time you get the urge to be a fucking perv.” And he kicks the guy right in the crotch.

The guy lurches forward, holding his cock in his hand. Whimpering and whining on the ground, his face bloody and already bruising. Sunwoo’s lip curls in disgust as he turns around and grabs you by the arm roughly. You’re silent as he drags you away from the party and towards his car.

“What are you doing?” You finally question as you get into the passenger seat.

“I’m taking you home,” Sunwoo says as he turns the ignition, “I don’t trust you alone. Why are you even at a party like this?”

You smile nervously, “Well. It was my friend's idea and I’m supposed to be staying at her place tonight, so I kind of told my brother that I was staying with her… But we planned on staying out all night, but uhm she kind of left with a dude.”

“Are you kidding me, y/n?” Sunwoo scoffs. “You’re an adult already, why are you lying?”

“You know how my brother is,” You whine, “I don’t get why he always has to be so goddamn protective all the time, it’s normal to be adventurous in college.”

Sunwoo sighs, “You can stay at my place and I’ll keep your secret. And y/n?”

“Mmm?”

“Get better friends.”

You scoff, “Like that’s possible. Can we get food?”

The drive is the most fun you’ve had in a while, listening to Sunwoo’s loud music while you fill your face with fries. Watching the blur of streetlights and light rain that pelts the windshield while you drive back to the apartment.

At a stop light, you notice how bloody Sunwoo’s knuckles are and for some reason it has you squirming in your seat… Has Sunwoo always been this attractive?

He catches you staring and you can’t look away, staring at him like it’s the first time you were really seeing him. The lights flash green and he pulls his eyes away to go and you watch the way he drives, it’s so ridiculously attractive and it was driving you insane.

You flop down onto his bed, moaning at how squishy and comfortable it is.

“Your apartment is nice,” You say, sitting up and looking around his room. It’s not what you were expecting at all.

Sunwoo is standing across the room staring at you and you start to feel a little awkward under his stare.

You knew he liked you and he was always making passes behind your brother's back so you could only imagine what he was thinking right now. Most of all…You were going insane because you knew he would do anything for you. And there was too much power in knowing that if you asked him to fuck you, he’d been across the room in a second to touch you.

The thought gives you butterflies and you look down at the bed.

“Does your hand hurt?”

“A little,” Sunwoo confesses, looking down at his bruising knuckles, “I’m sorry if that was a lot. I just saw the look on your face as he touched you and I lost it.”

“No-no,” You shake your head, “It was… uhm really cool.”

“Cool?” Sunwoo chuckles, “You flatter me..”

He shakes his head, repeating the word 'cool' as he turns around and starts to pull open drawers and dig through his dresser. He sets them beside you on the bed.

“You can uhm shower and put these on, and you can sleep in the bed tonight.”

“Where will you sleep?”

“Are you asking me to sleep with you?” He simpers, his eyes doing a slow swipe over you.

You shake your head. Grabbing the stack of clothes and excusing yourself to go and shower.

Sunwoo is sitting in the living room when you come out of the shower and suddenly you feel a little self-conscious wearing his black t-shirt and sweats. He looks like he’s prepared a blanket and pillow on the couch. He’s wearing a pair of sweats and he’s taken his shirt off. Your eyes fall onto his chest, it’s so obvious that you’re staring.

“Sunwoo,” You whisper... It’s almost a whimper, your face feels like it’s on fire, “Sleep with me tonight….”

It’s so bold…possibly stupid. But you don’t care, he gets up off the couch and in a second his hands are cupping your face and his plush lips are pressed into yours. He kisses you roughly, and in a matter of seconds, your lips are already aching from the force that he crashed into you. His hands were holding you so tight like you’d disappear. It was so full of passion and desperation, for years he had only ever dreamed of being able to kiss you.

The next thing you know you’re both making your way to the bedroom, taking turns tossing eachother into walls and removing your clothes until you’re naked and being pushed into the bed. Sunwoo is on top of you in seconds. His lips against your thighs, kissing every inch of you as his hands hold onto making sure you don’t run away from him.

“I should have punched someone sooner,” Sunwoo moans, kissing the inside of your thighs and you grab onto his hair, tugging and throwing your head back into the bed. “Now that I have your attention…Let me take care of you, baby.”

“I want you,” You whine.

“You can have all of me,” Sunwoo says as he kisses your stomach, “You’ve always had me…”

You’re melting. How was he so fucking adorable and sweet, but so annoyingly hot. He kisses every inch of your body, praising you. Telling you how beautiful you are, complimenting your skin and your curves. And you’re so desperate you’re begging for him to fuck you already.

He assures you that he will, that he’ll fuck you so good… And it makes your stomach flutter, ugh why was he so..ugh.

And finally, you’re laying on your side and he’s laying up against you, his lips kissing your shoulder blades softly. He grabs your thigh lifting it as he pressed his cock to your entrance and pushes in slowly. It feels so inexplicably good, the angle has you swooning. He lowers your leg and wraps his arms around your waist, holding you tightly as he fucks into you nice and slow. And you’re going insane.

He’s taking his time and enjoys this moment.

He’s so disgustingly sweet, making sure you’re okay and kissing your neck. Laughing sweetly and confessing how much he’s enjoying this. He was such an embarrassing flirt but you were going crazy over it, loving the way he was worshipping you and taking care of you.

“You’re doing so good,” Sunwoo hums, running his hand over your hip, “So tight and wet for me…”

You’re pulsing between your thighs and all you can do is moan so pathetically, your eyes fluttering as you feel him moving inside of you. He’s so warm and comforting… It’s easy the way you seem to overflow into him. Cumming on his cock with a muffled whimper, your body trembling as he continued to move in and out of you slowly. It’s such a slow pace and you can’t believe you’ve come just from this, but every stroke is so slow, stretching you open, feeling how full you are with him inside of you. His warm body against yours, his moans in your ear. Every twitch of his cock.

Fuck.

“I’m going to cum,” Sunwoo whispers into your back. He pulls you into him as he begins to pant harder with each stroke, his voice is so raspy and low it makes your heart race.

You can feel him inside of you. The pulse of his cock and the warmth. It has you mewling, pushing yourself into him.

“I’ll lie for you any day,” Sunwoo teases, chuckling faintly.

“If my brother finds out, he’s going to kill you,” You say smugly, playing with his fingers that are still pressed into your stomach.

“It’d be worth it.”

Eric - “Anything you want I will do it for you, please just…”

[[ nsfw videos, he likes to wear cute kitty ears and be called cute in the bedroom, he talks a lot when he’s nervous, so cute and whiney ]]

You’ve always been a curious person by nature, so it comes as no surprise that you spend your free time alone watching everything and anything. It’s not surprising you’ve made an NSFW account and it’s not surprising you enjoy following random accounts and watching their porn videos. It was never really for pleasure, mostly a cure-all to your boredom. Scrolling through videos and watching a few seconds of someone getting railed before you continued on. But that was until you stumbled upon a video that captured your full attention.

He’s fisting his cock and his moans alone are enough to have you shoving your hand between your legs to touch yourself. You’ve never felt this effect before, never felt this kind of desperation over a video. But he was so alluring and sexy. He was so needy and whiney.

You let the video replay until you cum. And you pick up your phone again to look at the video just as the guy’s hand moved out of the way just enough that you see black ink on his skin that looks familiar. You sit up, clicking on his account and scrolling looking through all of his photos and videos. And there is no doubt in your mind that is Eric…

Oh fuck, he was always so annoying and loud in classes. You would have never pegged him to be this kind of a person. He was friends with a few of your friends, so there was the odd occasion where you would see him at a party or he’d join you all for karaoke. But fuck… You wanted him more than ever now.

A few days pass by and you’ve found yourself in the perfect opportunity to get him alone.

“I’ll go get more beer,” Eric chirps, jumping up from his seat the second that someone complained they were out.

You were all having a BBQ on your friend's rooftop, celebrating their new internship.

“I’ll help,” You offer, grabbing your jacket and following him downstairs.

The walk is awkward at first. Obviously, you’re thinking about how much you want to fuck him and he’s mindlessly talking about something you don’t understand. You stop.

“You okay?”

You shake your head, “Uhm... I’ve watched your videos.”

He runs his hand through his bangs, laughing nervously, “What videos?”

“The ones you posted on your blog.”

“I dunno what you’re talking about,” He shakes his head, “What kind of videos are you watching, y/n.”

“I know it was you,” You say, looking up at him, “I know your tattoo.”

He takes you seriously now. He looked like a deer caught in headlights and he began to stutter, rambling on and not really making sense.

Until finally, he’s stepping towards you, resting his forehead on your shoulder, “Anything you want I’ll do for you, please just…don’t tell anyone about those videos.”

“I won’t,” You shake your head, “God, no. Eric, I would never show anyone your personal videos, I just uhm...fuck, I just feel so guilty that I’ve gotten off them…”

He pulls away, his eyes washing over you with what feels like excitement, “Really? You don’t think it’s weird? Everyone always says it’s annoying and weird that I get so worked up and vocal, I just can’t help it,” He’s rambling, “I always suppress it…And I hate it…It just feels so good to–”

You fall into him… Kissing him to shut him up, your arms draped around his neck and your tongue slipping into his mouth. He wraps his arms around your waist pulling you in closer. The kiss is more intense than you could have imagined. He’s already moaning into the kiss. You pull away, kissing his jaw all the way down to his neck.

“It’s so hot,” You whisper. You place a wet open-mouthed kiss on the inside of his neck, sucking on the skin and biting playfully.

Eric moans in your ear and you feel giddy… You can’t believe this is real and not just a video on repeat, you want more. Biting hard and sucking until he’s breathless and pushing you away.

“We can’t do this here,” He pants hard. Taking a step back.

Completely neglecting the beer run, you’re both falling into his bed, fighting against your clothes and the desire to not stop kissing for longer than a few seconds.

“Did you really get off to me?” Eric asks, kissing down your chest.

“Yeah,” You pant, your nails dragging across his back, “You’re so cute…”

You panic, worrying that cute wasn’t the right term but he’s looking up at you with those beady eyes, flustered and blushing. He kisses your stomach and sits up to lean over the bed. He pulls up a black box and looks at you, almost seeking confirmation.

“What?” You question, tilting your head and sitting up.

He opens the box and pulls out a pair of black ears and you immediately coo about how cute they are. He looks at you with pure excitement and he's rambling on excitedly about how they're his favourite ears and he thought he looked cute in them too, but he's never shown, anyone. And you can't help but watch him ramble, your eyes softening at how fucking adorable he is. He puts them on his head and asks you how he looks.

“You look so cute, baby,” You say, “Wanna ride you…”

Eric is on his back. His hands are on your hips as you guide his cock to your hole and lower yourself. It feels so good, sinking down until your ass is against his thighs. Your hands against his chest as you lean forward to kiss him, you rock your hips until he’s mewling against your mouth. He's panting, trying to breathe through it. You sit up, arching your back to raise your hips easier. Fucking yourself on his cock while you listen to him moan, every second passing and you’re in heaven.

He really looks so cute with those ears on and his voice… It was such a turn-on.

You can’t help but reach between your thighs touching yourself. And he looks up at you, his eyes glossy and watching you like you’re the best things he’s ever fucking seen. His hands drag over your thighs, squeezing each time he exhales.

“You’re doing so good,” You praise, “So cute and good for me, hmm? Fuck, you’re so big…”

“So tight,” Eric coos, throwing his head back into the pillow, “Feels so good, so good, gonna c-cum.”

“Cum for me…You’re so deep.”

He’s moaning so loud, it’s so high-pitched and breathy and it’s so much hotter than the videos you had watched. You sink yourself down, dropping your weight and clenching around him. Pulling your hand from between your thighs as you let your orgasm take over. You can feel him pulsing…He’s a mess and you soak in every second, watching his eyes flutter and he pants hard.

You lay on top of him, resting your head on his sweaty chest.

“You sound so pretty,” You hum, happily.

[[ Ahhhh thank you for reading, again I'm sorry this is so long hhh I really did try to contain myself. This was both a nightmare and fun so I hope you enjoy, it's been so long since I've written so I really hope this is okay ㅠㅠ ]]

#tbz smut #sangyeon smut #younghoon smut #jacob smut #hyunjae smut #juyeon smut #kevin smut #chanhee smut #changmin smut #haknyeon smut #sunwoo smut #eric smut #x reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n

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The Perfect Set 01

➳ fem!reader x Jacob

➳ wc: 4.8k

➳ TAGS: volleyball player!jacob, college!au, best friends to lovers

➳ WARNINGS: drinking?, slightly questionable comments about women's bodies (but our Jacob stops them before they get to finish the sentence :D)

➳ AN: omg wtf this took so long, and i kept pushing it back and then i realised it's scheduled for zhongqiujie/chuseok even and i wanted to write a little special for the holiday and i couldn't finish because i was editing this because i felt terrible that it took this fucking long to finish in the first place

also, sorry to lucas, i'm sure he drinks his respect women juice every morning

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You could make out Jacob’s focused face from your position in the stands. No matter how many times you’d seen him before a match, you’d never grow tired of the expression he wore during warm-ups. The soft, lovely Jacob you’d known for most of your life suddenly seemed to become a whole different person. The kind of focus that shadowed his eyes and the intensity in his gaze reminded you again and again why the opposing team always seemed intimidated by his mere presence.

You watched him stride across the court, shaking hands with the opponent’s captain in front of the referee. Your heart swelled with pride once more as you remembered the team meeting at the beginning of the semester, where the players voted Jacob as their captain, unanimously. His expression had been incredulous and elated at the same, so very different from the one he was wearing right now. So very different from the one he had been wearing when he came climbing through your dorm window that night, close to tears in worry about not being able to fulfil his duties as captain.

He had big shoes to fill, true, Sangyeon had been a brilliant captain and wing spiker, but Jacob was going to be brilliant in his own right, in his own way. You told him as much, while holding him close and stroking his back lightly. He nodded solemnly against the column of your neck, opting to hold you a little closer in lieu of a verbal reply.

You’d like to hug him again now, tell him ‘see, didn’t I tell you, you’d be great?’. But you have to make do with simply waving your enormous banner and cheering him and his team on as loud as you could.

They win, of course they do. They haven’t done much else since the start of the semester. Largely due to Jacob’s tireless efforts at captain, the research that goes into the best warm-up and stretching routines, the extra hours working on stamina and reviewing game plans together. You’re there for all of it, where else would you be as his best friend? And he thanks you by giving you so much of his precious time, that he always had so little of, torn between responsibilities for his friend group, team, and university work. Not that you’re any less busy.

“You played brilliantly! Mrs. Oropeza would be so proud of you!” You great him in front of the changing rooms after the game. He hasn’t even showered yet, his bangs sticking to his forehead and his jersey sticking to his torso, in ways that leave little to your imagination. But his eyes are shining with happiness and with pride, and maybe a little bit with relief. That’s your Jacob, ever the worrier.

“Thanks! I flunked the toss in the first set to Juyeon. And I lost track off the court for a bit in the last. But the boys covered for my mistakes. I should practice my jump serve again, though. Im sure I can improve in terms of power.” You smile, listening to his excited explanations, his gaze still halfway on the court. Sometimes you wish there was something in your life you could be burning for so passionately.

“You’re always so hard on yourself.” He smiles at that, a familiar refrain. You’ve done this a million times after his matches, it always goes the same.

“Someone has to keep me in check. Especially now that I’m captain.”

“You should take more time to celebrate your achievements, though.”

“That’s what I’ve got you for, isn’t it?”

As if divinely timed, Juyeon sticks his head out the locker room door. His hair is drooping wet, droplets of water running down his neck before being soaked up by the towel he’d slung over his shoulders.

“Did I hear you speaking of celebrations?”

Maybe he was just eavesdropping, you decide.

“We’re gonna celebrate making it to quarter finals tonight. At Haknyeon’s at eight, you should join!”

“They’ve got better stuff to do than party with you knuckleheads,” Jacob jokes good-naturedly, “some of us care about our degree, you know.”

“I think your degree will survive one night of letting loose.”

“I whole-heartedly agree.”

“Great! So you can make sure our captain shows up for more than half an hour for once!”

“Get a shirt on!” Jacob exclaims, pushing his team mate back into the cabin. “Half naked! That’s no way to speak with a lady!”

“And where’s the lady?” You hear Juyeon chuckle at his own joke before the locker room door falls close behind the both of them. Jacob sticks his head out for another second.

“Will you wait for me?” He asks, as if this is the first game you’ve come to watch, as if you didn’t scream cheering slogans at the top of your lungs for one and a half hours, as if you aren’t wearing his name on your face, scribbled onto your cheeks with bright red lipstick.

“Always,” you smile.

It takes Jacob all of fifteen minutes to come back out of the locker room. At this point most of his team mates have left, most of them stopping you chat with you. Other than the new first semesters, they’ve all come to know you as a permanent fixture in the extended team. Even though you reliably decline the offer to join the management, you make it to every game and most practices. Through Jacob’s friendship, you’ve picked up all terminology for the sport, and, through your constant support in research, you’ve gotten quite a thorough understanding of the tactics behind a play. Not to mention that you’re always front row when it comes to support and cheering. Juyeon high fives you as he leaves, reminding you of your promise to drag Jacob along to the team party.

“Who said anything about a promise?”

“If you actually get him to come, then I promise to get you free drinks all night.”

“Tempting,” you muse sarcastically but Juyeon seems to miss your tone.

“Yeah, it’ll be awesome, seriously. You two have really missed out on some great parties over the years!”

“The greatest part are usually the wonderfully embarrassing stories you tell of each other afterward. Plus the blackmail video proof.”

“And this time you can be a part of them!”

You’re not sure how to reply to the earnest expression on Juyeon’s face.

“Thanks, but I’ll stick to watching the blackmail.”

He only shrugs in response before sauntering off with one of the newer recruits for the team.

You spend your time scrolling through TikTok until a soft tap on your shoulder and the waft of a familiar aftershave alert you to the presence of your best friend. You look up, smiling, and are met with a similar expression on Jacob’s face.

“How about we go to your favourite café to celebrate?” He asks.

“Shouldn’t we go to your favourite place?”

“My favourite place is wherever you are.” He replies, as if it’s the most normal thing to say.

You exhale unattractively through your nose as you two start walking in unison.

“Save your sappy pick-up lines for your girlfriend.”

“No girlfriend, as you know.”

“Alas, so you have to waste them on me.”

“I don’t think they’re wasted on you.”

“Ugh stop, you incorrigible flirt.”

“I’m not flirting.”

“So that’s why every girl I know has a crush on you.”

“They do?” You punched his arm at the excited expression on his face.

“Don’t let it get to your head.”

“Okay, okay, sorry.” Jacob laughed, rubbing his biceps where you hit him. “But don’t tell Juyeon. He’ll get sulky.”

“Maybe you should give him flirt lessons?”

“I should. His idea of flirting is taking his shirt off.”

“Ah so he was flirting with me today,” you grinned sarcastically, looking over to your best friend. But instead of the expected teasing, you were met with a surprisingly serious expression.

“I think so. He’s been trying to show off for a while. Why else would he invite you to the party?” You were stunned into silence while Jacob held the door to your favourite café open.

“I thought he was just using me to get you to the party.”

“That was just his excuse. He talks about you a lot.” You were floored at this new development, and your expression must have been betraying as much because one glance send Jacob into giggles.

“What’s with the disbelief? He’s not the first member to develop a crush on you.” You’re too preoccupied with sorting through all this new information to notice the way Jacob presses his lips together right after the statement, looking very much like someone who confessed something he’d rather not have.

“Anyway. What do you want? The usual?” You ignore his question in favour of returning to the can of worms he himself just opened. “So you’re saying that there are multiple of your team mates that are interested in me, right?”

Jacob groans, “I don’t know. Not right now, I guess. Juyeon was pretty clear about his… crush.” The words seem to pain him.

“But there have been several of your team mates interested in me?” You insist. He says nothing while studying the menu. You both know he won’t choose anything other than his regular iced americano anyway, so you nudge him none so gently.

“Don’t ignore me!”

“I’m not ignoring you! I just don’t know what to tell you. I guess, yeah, several. Over the years a few of them said stuff.” Jacob doesn’t turn around to face you during your conversation, opting to instead order for the both of you. You watch the barista being a little too touchy when giving him his change. She winks at Jacob. Your best friend really can’t go anywhere without being ogled. And you couldn’t be mad if you tried, you have eyes after all. Anyone, who’s ever exchanged more than three words with Jacob Bae, can tell that his kind demeanour, sparkling eyes, and fluffy hair are the stuff movies are made of. Heather here (as the name tag on her uniform informs you), seems to agree. As you cling onto your best friend’s biceps, she gives you a scalding glare.

“What stuff?” You ask. He finally faces you when the two of you make your way over to the pick-up counter. Jacob seems thoroughly unamused by your antics.

“I don’t know, dude. Just that you’re, like, cute or whatever,”

“Who said that?”

“Okay, time to change the topic,” he smiles.

“Why? Are you scared I’ll be mad when I find out what big, ole hunks of men you’ve been gate-keeping from me? What’s up with that, by the way? Are they all spineless or did you actually tell them not to ask me out?” His silence is answer enough.

“Jacob Bae! You are the reason none of your super hot athlete friends ask me on dates? What kind of best friend are you? Since when has this been going on?”

Jacob stews more in his silence but you decide not to let him get out of this particular question. He manages to hold out until you’ve both picked up your drinks and slid into your regular booth. Still avoiding eye contact like he could contract the plague from you he mutters ‘sincehighschoolorsomething’ in such a small voice that you have to lean forward and ask him to repeat himself.

“It’s not that I’m gate-keeping them from you!” He says in lieu of repeating his words, “If anything I’m gate-keeping you! You deserve better.” You heart flutters in your chest at the compliment, given in such a frank and matter-of-fact manner. Especially with how Jacob doesn’t even seem to notice how sweet his declaration was. He simply forges ahead in his explanation.

“You should see them, some of them can’t even wash their uniforms regularly. Do you remember Mark from algebra? I swear he didn’t even shower after every practice!” Jacob whines.

“Mark?” You near shout, the warm feeling behind your ribcage vaporising in a second from the surprise, “from algebra? Are you telling me it’s because of you that I couldn’t get a boyfriend in freshman or sophomore year of high school? And when I always encouraged all the girls that told me they had a crush on you, too!”

He blushes, “but girls are girls and boys are trash.” He says with such naïveté that you can’t help but laugh, all your righteous anger dissipating.

“That’s a valid point,” you concede between fits of laughter. “And, in all honesty, if you think they’re not good enough for me, then I trust your judgement.” You wink at him, but miss the way he flushes an even brighter shade of red as you take a sip of your drink.

“Anyway, the party tonight?”

“What about it?”

“Are you coming along of your own accord or do I have to drag you?”

He frowns, “But what about our victory tradition?”

You look at his petulant pout and cock an eyebrow. As important as your tradition is to both of you, you know that it’s also a convenient excuse. There’s a short staring contest between the two of you, but it’s clear that Jacob will cave first, as usual. He rolls his eyes as if there was important information printed on the inside of his skull.

“Fine! If you wanna go that bad, I’ll come along. I know that you can’t hold your liquor.”

“Awesome! You can pick me up later, I gotta go get ready.” You blow him a kiss that he pretends to bat away. “Be on time!”

“Maybe!” You reply, knowing full well you won’t.

You let Jacob into the tiny space that is your dorm room at seven fifty-five sharp, dressed in an oversized t-shirt that might have once been his.

“Is that my t-shirt?” He asks instead of a greeting.

“Who knows,” you reply getting back to your make-shift make-up station on the ground in front of your desk. Jacob plops down on your bed.

“Watch it,” you say, throwing him a piercing gaze through the mirror, “I was gonna wear that!” He gets back up immediately, looking at the mess on your bed.

“All… one, two… six of these dresses?” He asks.

“Don’t get smart with me. Obviously not. But I haven’t picked one yet. What do you think?” He takes a closer look at the heap of clothes and is immediately transported back to the last (and only) time that he helped you get ready for a party like this. He’d already been apprehensive that night, favouring a comfortable night-in with his best friend over a crowded, rowdy place of strangers. But the way your eyes lit up with the prospect of mingling made him cave, just like today. Of course, the party turned out less than ideal. So much so that it kept you from insisting taking him to another one for the better part of your university life. He should thank his lucky stars that it lasted this long. Jacob knows he could have refused you today. He could have insisted that he still felt uncomfortable, that parties simply weren’t his cup of tea. And you would have given in, easily and with the same smile as always, happy to spend the night lounging in one of your dorm rooms. Be that as it may, he also knows he couldn’t have said no to you even if it had cost him his arm. He just wants to see you happy, he thinks. And so he takes the red dress up first, ready to play stylist for you if it’s what you want. The dress pretty, but the neckline makes him a little nervous. Jacob puts it back down to look at one of the black ones instead. It glitters softly if he turns it in the light. He tries to gauge your reaction to any of the dresses by throwing a glance into the mirror but you’re completely engrossed in drawing a straight wing with your eyeliner.

It looks good, he thinks. And the glittery makeup would probably look really nice with the dress he’s holding right now. Just to be sure, he decides to take a look at the other three, holding up a dark blue piece and another black one (just how many of these do you own?).

“What do you think?” You say, directly next to his ear, and Jacob flinches, causing his shoulder to hit you in the jaw.

“Shit! Sorry!” He says but you’re only laughing. He gets temporarily blinded by the sparkle in your eye. Maybe you should cool it a little with the glittery make-up. He stutters, “Umm…”

“You good?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

“It’s fine, Jake. Nothing a little plastic surgery couldn’t fix.” You’re rubbing your chin in such exaggerated suffering that he knows you’re fine. “I just need to know which dress I should wear so that we’re not even later than we already are.”

“Who’s fault is that?” He nags.

“Well, I would’ve hurried more if you had picked a dress more quickly.”

“I did pick a dress quickly.”

“Yeah? Which one?” There’s a split second in which Jacob feels self-conscious about his choice. He’s usually so adept at pin-pointing the things you’re going to like, but the way you look at him with your hair and face all done-up makes him falter a little. The next second, he’s almost mad at himself. How ridiculous of him to fear that you would ever think of less of him for his opinion, much less disregard it.

“This one,” he says, holding up the black one.

“Oooh, sparkles!” Is your only comment. You hold it in front of your body in the mirror. But instead of agreeing with his choice you look back at him again.

“What is Juyeon’s favourite colour?” The question takes Jacob so by surprise that he doesn’t even manage to stop himself from answering, “blue.”

“Okay,” you toss the brilliant, black piece back onto your bed unceremoniously and grab the dark blue one. You stare at him with those intense eyes and Jacob can’t help the thought that, as stunning as you look now, he prefers you with no make-up on. He only notices that he’s still staring when you clear your throat.

“Huh?”

“Could you turn around?”

“Oh shoot, yeah, sure,” he says, spinning around, glad that you won’t see how his face heats up. Maybe it’s your stupid make-up or the fact that you’re clearly getting ready with thoughts of Juyeon on your mind but Jacob is feeling like the air in the room has gotten a lot thicker. He wonders shortly whether he should tell you that he thinks you’re better than doing all this for a man, choosing your dress according to his preferences, dolling yourself up for Juyeon instead of for yourself. But when he opens his mouth to speak, you beat him to it, prompting him to turn around.

“Ok, done. What do you think?”

Jacob thinks he’ll be hard pressed to keep Juyeon, or anyone’s, eager hands off of you.

The two of you make it to the party only five minutes short of an hour late. Haknyeon is the one to open the door, letting you know where to find snacks, the beer pong table, and the drinks. He looks you up and down, making you wonder if there’s something wrong with your dress. Jacob steps closer to you, one arm on your elbow. He continues to stick close to your side, while you two get a feel for the place. There seems to be a game of truth or dare going on the floor of the living room and Jacob easily steers you away from it.

He hands you some form of alcohol in a red solo cup. You give it a sip, “ooh, it’s good.”

“Don’t let it out your sight. There’s not only team mates here, but also a bunch of people I don’t know well.” You chuckle.

“Ok, mom.”

Eventually, you loose your best friend in the crowd, in what looks suspiciously like a whisking away by his team mates. Possibly to get him to do a keg stand. You chuckle, thinking back to the first and only time you attended one of these after-match parties in your first semester with Jacob. The secret to why Jacob was so adamant about avoiding team parties was a less than stellar escapade with the beer keg in his freshman year that none of his older team mates would let him forget. Before you can try to go looking for him in a much needed rescue attempt, someone taps you on the shoulder. You spin around to be faced with Juyeon, in a leather jacket, open over a skin-tight shirt that leaves little to the imagination.

“Hey,” he greets you, “I didn’t think you’d show up.”

“You should know that I’m always down for a little get-together.”

He laughs, “this isn’t exactly the right place then.”

“Well, as long as there’s people I like around.”

Juyeon smirks, resting his forearm against the wall next to your head and leaning into you.

“Some more than others, maybe?” He whispers under his voice. You can smell the vodka-o on his breath but it doesn’t really bother you. You mirror his smirk, leaning a little more forward.

“The jury’s still out on that, but if someone were to get me a new drink, I’d definitely warm up to them.” He snatches your empty solo cup out of your hand immediately.

“I’ll be right back,” he winks, making a beeline for the kitchen. You bite your lips in anticipation of where this night might lead but your thoughts are rudely interrupted by a familiar voice, “You look silly.” Your best friend’s expression betrays another close call with the keg. His eyes, usually bright and soft, have darkened.

“Rude!”

“What’s got you grinning like an idiot like that?”

“Oh just this and that.”

“Is ‘this and that’ roughly 1,80 tall, mildly annoying on a good day, and our best middle blocker?”

“Don’t let him hear that, it’ll get to his head.”

“Men are trash after all,” your best friend says, his face still impassionate. You bump hips with him in an effort to get him out of his funk. “But some are a little less trash,” you wink at him and he finally gives you a smile.

“I don’t really know if I should feel offended or flattered.”

Jacob keeps you company until Juyeon returns with your solo cup, filled to the brim and reeking of alcohol. You take a sip and try not to grimace from the taste. Seems like he threw every type of alcohol he could find in the kitchen into one cup and topped it off with an inch of sprite.

“Thanks,” you say anyway.

“Have you seen the pond in Haknyeon’s backyard yet? It’s the second prettiest thing tonight.” He winks and you you can’t help but giggle. Behind you, quiet enough for Juyeon not to catch it, Jacob pretends to retch. The middle blocker holds an arm out for you to take and leads you to the garden. You miss the forlorn expression on Jacob’s face.

“I think Jacob’s best friend is super cute,” one of his team mates says, making the boy in question wheel around. “What?” He asks, incredulously, before he can stop himself. Mark looks over at him from where he’s changing. “Sorry, dude,” he chuckles, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“He’s not wrong, though,” Lucas chimes in, “at our last game she was wearing that tight t-shirt—“

“Stop… talking, please,” Jacob says, still all smiles, even though the way his team mates are talking about you makes his throat constrict. Lucas seems to either not catch his tone or choose to ignore it. “Her friend’s not bad either, huge pair of—“

“Oh my god, Lucas,” Jacob interrupts. Mark is starting to look very unhappy with where he took the conversation. Lucas just looks confused at Jacob’s reaction. “What? Are the friends of your friends also off-limits now?”

“No,” Jacob replies in between deep calming breaths, “I’d just appreciate it, if you didn’t talk about women like that in general. No matter who they are.” Lucas seems to really work through those words in his head before he shrugs his shoulders, “Ok.” Jacob is almost certain he heard Mark sigh relief.

When you meet him outside the changing room, as you always do, you have no idea about the conversations that had just happened inside the locker room. You give him a big hug, which Jacob cleverly uses to stare down Mark behind your back, who had been lingering a little too long for his liking.

“You did so well!” You say, also as always. Jacob doesn’t have it in himself to negate your gushing praises today. “Thanks,” he simply breathes, with a smile. You walk home together, another daily ritual, except today you take a detour to try out a new café you’d been talking about for ages. It’s supposed to have super cute interior and be the new hotspot in town. Whatever that’s supposed to mean. He always treasures these small moments. You’re in the final strokes of your junior year now, and time is getting increasingly scarce between both of your academic and leisurely commitments.

“You find a table, I’ll go order,” Jacob says and you agree immediately, already on the lookout for one of the lounging chairs on the deck in front of the building. He makes his way inside, immediately glad you decided to sit outside in the sun. The huge glass front of the café makes the interior feel like a hundred degrees. He walks over to the counter and is surprised to be greeted by a familiar face.

“Mrs. Oropeza, I didn’t expect to see you here!” He greets the elderly lady. She smiles warmly, the same smile she’s always smiled, ever since babysitting him when he was little. It’s been a constant fixture in his and your life to run over to her house in the neighbourhood in search of freshly baked pudín, a place to watch Sunday TV volleyball matches or a shoulder to cry on over scraped knees. Once Jacob took up volleyball in middle school, she made sure to come to all of his matches. She insisted it was not only for his sake, but also because she loved the sport.

“Well, it’s grown so quiet in the neighbourhood that I’ve been longing for a chance to get out again.”

“So you started working here?”

“Just sometimes. It’s not hard work to man the register, and I enjoy getting to talk to people.” Jacob smiled at her warm expression. He didn’t doubt that her positive presence would do the café well. “So what can I get you today, cariño?”

“I think I’ll take a latte, and one homemade lemonade for my friend.”

“Oh, how lovely. Are you two still as inseparable as ever?”

Jacob smiles fondly at the memories of the two of you together on Mrs. Oropeza’s old, orange couch, munching on her baked goods while watching cartoons. “Yeah,” he says, smiling fondly, “we’re on our way home from one of my games.”

“Ah, I heard you were playing the Tigers today. A terrible team, in my opinion. No sportsmanship.” Jacob chuckled at her committed interest in high school volleyball teams.

“Who said that?” He laughs.

“I did,” she winks at him while ringing him up and telling the part-timer next to her his order. He hands her the cash as she inquires about the outcome of the game. “We won,” he says, his chest swelling with pride a little. He was sure that Mrs. Oropeza had heard about how infamous their opposing team was for their power and endurance.

“Of course you did. I always keep telling you the setter is the centre point of every good team. He’s the game master, without a good setter, the rest of the team has an infinitely harder team.” Jacob only nods amiably as he listens to his old neighbours often repeated chorus. “And you were always a brilliant setter,” she continues, making his cheeks burns.

“I tell all the ladies at my book club, as far as high school volleyball goes, you haven’t seen a perfect set, if you haven’t seen Jacob Bae play.” At this point, the boy in question is sure that his entire face is bright red. He waves his hand in a throw-away motion while trying to dissuade Mrs. Oropeza from uttering any more praises. He’s lucky because she seems to sense his discomfort with being the centre of attention. She let’s him go with a simple, ‘say hello to your other half for me’.

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riizewrtr · 9 months ago

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can you describe tbz members with sex positions and where they usually do it?

oOooO i like this hehe i won't link any positions or pictures so you'll have to look them up yourself, lol sorry! maybe i will later when i'm not too busy!

Sangyeon likes doggystyle, he loves being able to grab your hair while he's thrusting into you and loves the way your ass jiggles, and mostly only enjoys sex at home in the safety of his bed

Jacob sorry but i see him as a normal missionary guy, he loves how intimate it is, being able to see the way your face scrunches in pleasure, being able to give you full on love and kisses while making love. like sangyeon he isn't too risky and would rather do it at home

younghoon likes the grasshopper, being able to still hold you but by the leg/thigh. he finds it sexy and it helps when he's a bit tired but still wanting to fuck you. likes it at home, if it's a quicky he can do it in a closet or bathroom max. nothing too crazy

hyunjae likes the lotus <3 it's very intimate and loving. he loves holding you and hugging you while he's making love to you. you would mostly do this position on a couch, he also likes to only fuck at home.

juyeon likes the cowgirl, he LOVES being rode!!! but he can still take over by thrusting his hips into you. i can see juyeon if he's REALLY needy he would do it in a closet or a bathroom, but likes to do many positions so would rather do it in a bed.

kevin i can see him liking 69 mostly during foreplay! but while fucking he likes the bodyguard, so standing while fucking! he can also carry you and fuck you standing since he likes showing how much he's been working out hehe so he can fuck anywhere especially if he's needy

chanhee is also like Jacob, he likes something intimate as missionary or maybe spooning, where it's really close and an intimate setting where you can just feel each other to the fullest. i can see chanhee only wanting to make love and not FUCK where he would go hardcore!! only fucks at home

changmin would like the butterfly, so he likes fucking you flat on your back while your legs are on his shoulders on a flat surface. so he can fuck in the kitchen or in the dining room on the table. he loves kissing and squeezing your thighs so your legs on his shoulders is heaven for him

haknyeon likes the flatiron position, he loves forcing you down on the bed. not face down ass up JUST FLAT!! he likes taking control and having that control over you. he likes how hard or soft he can go in that position and it makes your pussy a little bit tighter than usual since your legs aren't as fully spread so he enjoys it he can do a quicky bending you over in a closet max no where too crazy

sunwoo would love the joyride, it's similar to cowgirl except your feet/legs are by his head!! the way you grind against him is absolute heaven for him. he just loves the feeling of his cock grinding and moving around in your tight cunt. also likes it at home

eric also likes doggystyle but he can do it on the stairs at home, so bending you over the stairs and fucking the shit out of you there, where he can also hold you around the waist to give you sweet little kisses while groaning sweet nothings against your lips while fucking up into you <3

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hcuyk · 8 months ago

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okay since you're back, may i please request something around 4am with changmin (or sunwoo?) and make it angst or comfort or whatever just because why not thank you my love i'm so happy you're here you don't imagine how much

[4:01AM]

Not often did you wake up in the middle of the night, yet something felt different. Maybe it was because there was a sudden lump that had developed within your pillow or the temperature in the room had changed, but your dream had slowly faded into darkness. As you adjusted to your senses and reality itself, your eyes fluttered open and caught a glimpse of Changmin in the dark.

Your eyes traced the silhouette illuminated by the moon, noticing his eyes wide and fixated on the ceiling. Unsure of both the time and if Changmin had noticed you, you scooted over to where he was and wrapped your arms around one of his, hugging it close to your chest.

“Why are you up?” you mumbled while tucking your nose behind his shoulder, wanting to remain as close as possible.

Changmin turned his head to face you, slightly startled that you had woken up, but his parted lips of shock curled up into a warm smile—it was almost impossible to not be in love whenever he saw you. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before shifting in his spot, adjusting so he could bring you into his arms.

“Why are you awake, hm?” He pulled you in close and against his chest, allowing you to snuggle up against him within his embrace.

“I asked you first,” you retaliated. You gave him an exaggerated pout before having it interrupted with a yawn. He shook his head and laughed at you softly, his arms squeezing you. He then had one of his hands gently pat you on the head, providing a weak attempt to get you back to sleep.

“Just woke up randomly, and I couldn’t go back asleep,” he whispered.

“You better not be bullshitting.” He giggled at your grumble, causing you to shuffle your feet under the comforters and kick his legs when you found them. Changmin then burst out in laughter at your terrible attempt and refuted the action by locking his legs around yours, trapping you completely in his hold.

Instead of fighting back, your tired state melted against him, but you still glared at him as a threat.

“I’m not bullshitting, I promise.” Your skepticism made him coo and kiss your nose, watching as your bunched-up facial features began to relax.

“We sleep together?” Noticing your slight worry, he nodded and pressed a soft kiss against your lips to reassure you.

“We sleep together.”

It had taken less than a few minutes for you to knock out, but Changmin was still completely awake. He would play with your hair, tucking strands behind your ear, before his thoughts drifted off once more. He kissed your cheek with a whispered ‘I love you’ before untangling himself from you to glance at the ceiling once more.

His eyes then trailed over to the nightstand by their bed, and without much thought, he silently pulled out the drawer to take out a small velvet box. He flipped it open to reveal the ring he had bought you and raised it to where the moon was shining, wanting to look at it one last time before officially getting down on one knee for you.

His heart thudded against his chest and fluttered the moment he thought about you wearing it on your ring finger. He smiled and put it away so he could go back to holding you, finally relaxed enough to fall back asleep.

You were his forever, and he couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

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author's note // first timestamp for changmin! (the other one was unhinged and we pretend it doesn't exist 😭). matty my biggest supporter ilysmsmsmsmsmsmsm thank you for sending this in i hope you enjoy ALSO this may or may not be canon kidult changmin 🫣

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juyeonszn · 1 year ago

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JE NE SAIS QUOI

PAIRING jacob bae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 7.33k

GENRES smut ﹒fluff ﹒itty bitty angst

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, strangers to ?? to lovers, volleyball team captain!jacob (ohhhh ive been waiting for this one..), lots of 97 liner cameos, jacob is an honorary tbz frat member but isn’t actually a member lol, reader is down bad for him, mentions of alcohol, volleyball terms that i learned from haikyuu 😭, an annoying ex girlfriend, AURKAY here we go: bathroom sex, wall sex, bathroom sink counter sex, and mirror sex all in one, doggy style and also missionary? i guess?, NO FOREPLAY BUT FUCK IT WE FALL LIKE SOLDIERS FOR REAL, marking-ish, unprotected sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, and everyone’s favorite! creampie!, a cutesy ending

SUMMARY jacob thought the concept of fraternities was stupid. so stupid that despite every single one of his friends being in one, he still refused to join. however, after meeting you at one of the tbz parties, he’s starting to think maybe they’re not that horrible.

MORE HELLAURRRR ok i know this is 45 mins overdue but i barely finished this last night and i worked at 5 am this morning so 😭 ANYWAYYY this fic is actually my favorite so far… idk i just have this natural writing affinity when it comes to jacob which u can tell by the length…. if u enjoyed pls reblog! and don’t forget to check out the other fics in the series!

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“And there’s another point for the IST U Bears. Wow these boys are on fire tonight.”

The announcer’s voice booms throughout the gymnasium, intertwining with the cheers of the crowd. They all sound like the buzzing of a bee in Jacob’s ears, but that’s a good thing. It pricks at his skin, lighting it on fire and getting his morale going.

The team just needed one more point and they would win this set, sending them on their way to the championship game. This would be the first time in IST history that their boys’ volleyball team would make it this far, and that was all thanks to Jacob becoming captain for his senior year.

Their coach calls for a quick time out, giving Jacob a moment of reprieve before his final serve of the game. He wipes away the sweat on his forehead, shaking the front of his jersey to air it out and cool him down a little. The team’s manager passes him a water bottle. He loves the adrenaline rush that courses through his veins when he’s on the court. It’s unlike any other feeling he’s ever felt in his life.

“Alright, Bae. You’ve got this, right?” Jacob’s coach gives him a pointed look.

“Of course, Coach. There’s no way in hell that we’re losing this game tonight.” He gives him a firm nod, lips curled into a confident smile. There wasn’t a chance that Jacob Bae would go down without a fight. He was securing that championship seat whether anyone liked it or not.

The team heads back out and a referee hands Jacob the volleyball. He blows a raspberry, twirling the ball on his fingertips while waiting for the whistle. As soon as he hears it, he takes a couple steps back. A breeze cuts through his hair when he runs, executing his infamous jump serve with practiced ease. The ball flies past the players of the other team, hitting the court just in front of the line.

His teammates are yelling and throttling his body around before he even realizes that they’ve won. Some of them are riling up the crowd, others are on their knees crying tears of joy. He was anticipating this outcome, but for some reason he’s still shell shocked. Everything around him is static and white noise.

“Holy shit, Jacob. I can’t believe you did that,” Kim Mingyu, the team’s star middle blocker, slaps him on the back. He’s also drenched in sweat, patting his face with a towel.

“You and me both, to be completely honest.” Jacob laughs a bit, collecting his things so he can head to the locker room.

He’s slightly grateful that tonight’s game ended a little early, giving him enough time to get ready before the Tau Beta Zeta party. He wasn’t even that big of a party person. He only went to provide moral support for his friends who happened to all be in the fraternity. Most people would even go as far as assuming he was also in it considering how often he was spotted at that house, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. He actually thought fraternities were dumb. In his eyes, they held no purpose.

A bunch of guys living together under the guise of brotherhood when in reality they spent most of their time partying was just stupid. You could do that without the fancy titles or the expected respect from fellow students. He loved his friends, truly, but he didn’t understand the hype.

Jacob showers quickly and changes into a hoodie and some baggy jeans. He ruffles his hair in front of a mirror, grabbing his backpack and swinging it over his shoulder. As he’s preparing to leave, someone calls out to him.

“Yo, Cobie! Are you going to the TBZ party?”

He spins around to find the source, learning it belongs to Jeong Jaehyun. The setter nods, pulling his hood over his head. “Like I always do. Why?”

“I heard through the grapevine that Haeun was going with some friends. I just thought I’d warn you,” he squeezes the shoulder that isn’t hoisting his backpack. “I figured you’d want to take things chill this next week with the championship game on Friday.”

Jacob hums in response and Jaehyun takes that as his cue to be on his way. Of course this would be his luck. Just as he thinks life is getting easier for him, something has to come and throw a curveball at him. This something happened to be his ex-girlfriend, who’d done nothing but terrorize Jacob while they were together. Imagine the most toxic, vile person in the world, then dress her in Jimmy Choo sandals and a designer handbag. That was Haeun.

The only logical reason for her to attend the TBZ party was because his friends were still trying to rack up their numbers. He wouldn’t put it past them if that meant acquiring any and every student on campus. After tonight they would find out who won the stupid competition between them and the KAT sorority, hopefully putting a pin in their godforsaken rivalry once and for all. The winner determined if he was even going to the big end of semester party or not.

Jacob sighs, heading out so he can help out his friends in any way he can. Now that he’s been cursed with the knowledge that he might run into his ex, he’s half tempted to just ditch the whole thing. (He won’t, but the idea is flirting with him.) They’ve been broken up for well over a year now, but somehow she always manages to worm her way back and make him miserable. Quite frankly, he’s tired of it.

When Jacob arrives at the Tau Beta Zeta house, his friends are all over the place. Sangyeon is typing away on his phone, pacing back and forth in the living room. The action from the calm and collected fraternity president makes him kind of nervous. He escapes into the kitchen where Sunwoo and Eric are putting away all of the alcohol. Kevin and Chanhee are complaining about God knows what to each other, and he can faintly hear Hyunjae and Haknyeon upstairs. His juniors start clapping and hollering as soon as they see him enter.

“Woah woah woah, we’ve got a celebrity on our hands guys.” Eric jokes, dapping up the older male.

“Congrats, Cobie,” Sunwoo joins in, fist bumping his senior and handing him a beer bottle. “Do you think you’re gonna win next week?”

“I sure hope so,” Jacob snorts, uncapping the bottle with the opener on the fridge. “I didn’t bring us all this way for nothing.”

Nothing super eventful happens after that, just the guys setting up for the party. They’re projecting that this is the one that secures their victory for the competition. Jacob really couldn’t care less, sitting himself on the couch and scrolling through his phone as he nurses his beer. They all maneuver around him, setting up speakers here, lights there. It’s all pointless in his eyes.

When the party has finally started and the house is packed with partygoers, Jacob hasn’t budged from his spot. The only reason he has a fresh beer is because Eric grabbed one for him in passing. This was what he subjected himself to for hours on end every Friday night. His ass cemented to one of the sofas in the living room and his phone being his main source of entertainment.

It’s as you’re exiting the kitchen with your friends that you notice him. You laugh into your drink at the boredom written all over his face. His extremely handsome face. His hair falls into his eyes and slightly obstructs his vision, but that just accelerates the beating of your heart. You don’t know what it is, but there’s something about him that makes you want to learn his name and everything there is about him.

“Y/N, have you found a nice boy to give you a fun time before hell week?” Haeun asks you, running perfectly manicured fingernails through her hair. “That’s the whole point of being here, isn’t it?”

You didn’t want to tag along, honestly. You were content with staying in tonight and studying for your A&PII exam. You only agreed to get Haeun off your back, because you were well aware of how annoying she could get when she didn’t get what she wanted. She gave the KAT sorority president a run for her money sometimes.

“Uh, no. I’ll just see where the night takes me,” you shrug, keeping a poker face so she doesn’t see who you’re already ogling.

Knowing her, she would make it difficult for you. She would torture you and tease you relentlessly because that was just who she was. Haeun wasn’t satisfied unless she felt good about herself. You didn’t know why you were still friends with her. Maybe it was because she was one of the first people who sought you out after your transfer to IST. Maybe it was because you were afraid of being blacklisted by practically every other student if you dropped her. Her power was insane.

“Boring,” she drags out the vowels, rolling her eyes. “I’m gonna see if Cha Eunwoo is here yet.”

You watch as she disappears into the sardine-packed house, looking for the senior. Your other friend, Minjee, just sighs once the dictator is out of earshot— which isn’t even that far considering how loud the music is. She turns to you with a weak smile.

“Don’t let her ruin anything for you. Just go enjoy yourself before she does.”

You don’t need to be told a second time, chugging the contents of your red solo cup for some liquid courage. Your mission was simple; be ten times more fun than the party itself. That would surely catch Couch Boy’s attention. It wasn’t like the Tau Beta Zeta guys didn’t put all their effort into throwing the craziest parties at the school, but clearly this dude wasn’t for it.

Your feet carry you over to the living room, your teeth chewing on your lip nervously. You’d never hit on someone before, let alone at a party. The scariest part was the potential rejection in front of hundreds of your peers. But it was okay! You could do this. You think.

“Hi.”

The word leaves your mouth without your brain even registering it, eyes wide like you’d just done something wrong. He looks up from his phone, mirroring your expression. His tongue darts out to swipe across his bottom lip and then he’s scooting over to make room for you.

“Hi,” he says after a few seconds.

“I’m Y/n,” you extend your hand awkwardly, but he takes it, shaking it with a firm grip that has you crossing your legs. “I— uh— this is kinda weird, but um— I saw you from over there and thought you were cute.”

You swallow thickly, tucking some hair behind your ear. How did Haeun do this on the regular? He smiles at your fumbling and oh God, you think you might pass out from how attractive he is. You don’t have much alcohol in your system and you’re starting to regret how sober you are.

“I’m Jacob,” he rests an arm on the back of the couch. “Thanks for coming up to me. I would’ve missed your pretty face otherwise.”

Is he flirting with you? Holy shit, he’s flirting with you.

“Do you come to Tau Beta Zeta parties often?” You ask to continue the conversation. He nods.

“I practically live here,” Jacob laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners. “How about you, Y/N? What are you studying?”

Oh, so he was one of the members. You wouldn’t have guessed with how disinterested he seemed at his own party. It takes you a moment to realize he’s shifted the focus onto you, scanning your features for a response. You purse your lips.

“Not really. I’m more of a homebody. I’m only here to let loose before finals. I actually just transferred to IST U this semester for the exceptional Pre-Med department. I’m still sorta navigating my way around and meeting people.”

So that’s why he’s never seen you on campus. You’re completely new to the school and you’re in a completely different department than he is. Nonetheless, you’re really cute and Jacob hasn’t put himself out there since breaking up with Haeun. He’s been so concentrated on maintaining his grades and putting in the work for volleyball, he hasn’t even had the time to. But now that finals and the championship game are all next week, he supposes he can allot some just this once…

“How are you liking it here so far?” He asks you genuinely. It winds you a little. You’ve never had someone actually care about what you had to say or show interest in you. Even at your old school, no one batted an eye at you. You doubt anyone knew you transferred.

“The campus itself is beautiful. It’s a lot bigger than my previous one. And so far, everyone’s been nothing but kind to me. I wish I would’ve gone with my gut and came here straight out of high school.” You pick at a thread on your skirt.

“We all live and we all learn, that’s a part of life,” Jacob shrugs, nudging your leg with his foot. “Would you like to grab another drink with me?”

“Yeah, that would be great, actually.” You both stand from the couch.

Since sitting with him, the party has grown in size. Fellow students filled every available corner of the house, nearly standing body to body in order to fit everyone in the building. The amount of attendees should be a fire hazard, honestly. Jacob laces your fingers together so he doesn’t lose you in the mass of people blocking the path to the kitchen. There’s a game of Rage Cage going on where there’s usually a round of beer pong and it looks like this one guy is about to die with how many empty cups are in front of him.

“What are you drinking?” Jacob turns to you once you’ve reached the alcohol table. You shake your head.

“Surprise me.”

“You’re playing Russian Roulette here, Y/N,” his lips curl up into a devious smile that most people would run away from, especially when it’s on the face of a stranger. “You’re really trusting me with your life right now.”

Luckily, you’ve always been into that type of thing. Nice guys who looked like they could give you an unforgettable night. And in the short period you’ve known Jacob, he appeared to be just that. All you can do is nip at your lower lip, the fleet of a smile gracing his sight.

He passes you a cup and gestures for you to taste his concoction. It burns the course of your throat, but doesn’t remind you of straight battery acid. You give him a thumbs up of approval and he cheers, fist bumping the air. You giggle at his reaction. Perhaps stepping out of your comfort zone was the best decision you’ve made all night. He knocks his own cup against yours and takes a swig, wincing.

“I might’ve made mine just a bit stronger than usual,” his voice is hoarse and you can’t help but laugh a little harder. “I put all of my expertise into yours.”

“It’s good to know you’re a gentleman and you’re not trying to get me drunk on purpose,” you tease, sipping at the beverage gingerly. “However, that does mean you’ll need to be flashier in your attempts to woo me. I have very high standards.”

Jacob’s smile widens, his teeth peeking from behind his lips. The expression makes you lightheaded. It should be a crime to look as good as he does, without even trying either. “I don’t know… All I’m hearing is that you want me to woo you…”

He’s caught you red-handed, but it isn’t like you were doing much to conceal that fact. You’d like to think you were being very obvious with your intentions on purpose. You glance up at him from the rim of your cup, your lower back leaning on the counter. “Maybe I do… Are you opposed to that, Jacob?”

He takes a step closer to you, and then another until he has you caged between him and the kitchen counter. Really, he couldn’t give any less of a fuck about the clusters of people nearby. When Jacob Bae had a goal in mind, he made damn sure to work for it. His volleyball career could attest to that. His drink slides across the surface, spilling a little on the back of his hand. He leans down to your ear. “Not at all. But I don’t think you’ll be able to handle what happens when I succeed.”

You feel your cheeks warm, your throat drying, and it’s not because of the effects from the alcohol you’ve just consumed. You’ve known this guy, what, thirty minutes max? And he was already figuring out exactly what it took to get your gears grinding? What a quick fucking leaner. He knows he’s won, too, if the way you’ve gone cotton-mouthed is anything to go by. The ghost of a grin brushes the shell of your ear and it requires the entirety of your strength not to pounce on this stranger in the middle of this goddamn party.

“Everybody who isn’t Tau Beta Zeta, get the fuck out! Someone called the cops!”

A record scratch-like halt puts a pin in the moment, forcing Jacob to step away from you with a groan. This would be just your luck, wouldn’t it? You found a ‘nice boy to give you a fun time before hell week’ and then this stupid party gets raided. It’s annoying, actually. Aggravating, even. Your lips unconsciously form pout out of disappointment and Jacob feels a piece of himself die along with it.

“Shit, you gotta get out of here before they show up and start dragging people out,” he runs a hand through his hair with a hiss.

If it had been a minute earlier, you would’ve fallen to your knees by now. Unfortunately, that was not the case. You needed to find Haeun and Minjee. You do a quick 180° in hopes of spotting either of them.

“Yeah, I need to find my—” You interrupt yourself when you see the former of the two stomping towards you with an indistinguishable look in her eye. “—Friends…”

“Let’s go, Y/N,” her tone is snappy and she glances over at Jacob for a brief moment. You don’t have time to realize what’s happening until her petite fingers are wrapping around your wrist, hauling you out of the kitchen. A yelp escapes your lips as you turn to wave to your… whatever he is to you now.

Initially, you assumed she was just ticked off by the whole cop call thing. At least, that made sense if she’d gotten anywhere with that Cha Eunwoo guy she had been talking about all day leading up to the party. But then Minjee’s driving you back your apartment and she’s whipping around in the passenger seat to give you the nastiest glare you’ve ever been on the receiving end of.

“What the hell is your problem?” She looks two seconds away from bursting a vein in her forehead.

“Wh— huh?” You’re thoroughly confused. What the fuck did you do to her?

“Why were you talking to Jacob Bae? You do know that’s my ex, right?” Her gaze has softened, but could still very much kill you if she wanted to. The wrath of Lee Haeun was more terrifying than that of any horror movie villain to ever exist.

No.

No no no no. The world stops on its axis and it’s like you’ve been told your favorite song was written about a used tissue. You don’t hear anything else she says, feeling like you just had ear muffs placed over your head. This isn’t fair. The universe officially hated you. You were number one on the list of people who deserved the worst possible fate, your name underlined twice with red ink and a star beside it.

You really didn’t have it in you to care about what Haeun thought. If this was the reason you were finally given to stop talking to her, then so be it. What you were worried about was Jacob hating you. He clearly saw that you were friends. Why would he want to pursue anything with one of his ex’s friends? Any sane person would avoid that situation if they could.

Despite not knowing that it was Jacob specifically, you knew the details of their breakup and why things ended so messily. It made sense that she was an authoritarian even in her relationships. That was just in her nature. If she didn’t control every aspect of her life, she would lose her mind. Normally you wouldn’t have batted an eye at that, not nearly enough energy in you to deal with that level of bossiness. But it was starting to bleed into your personal life. And that was a line you weren’t so willing to let her cross.

You could only pray that this was fixable.

Finals week passes by in a breeze, and before he knows it, Jacob is on the court for the championship game. There’s a different aura to him than there usually is when it comes to his volleyball games. He feels ten times more determined. (He would never admit to anyone that it’s because he’s hoping he’ll see you at the end of semester party tonight.)

He actually really enjoyed your presence and your personality. The rate at which his heart beat around you was something he hadn’t felt in a while and it was nice. He liked those little butterflies that came with the start of something new. He liked the jitters and the giggles and everything in between. It reminded him that there was still youth, there was still excitement in his life.

Sure, it was kind of weird that you were friends with his ex-girlfriend. The same ex-girlfriend that he couldn’t stand being in the same room as for more than five minutes at a time. But from your reaction to her dragging you away, Jacob thinks that you didn’t know about him and Haeun. If you did, you wouldn’t have gone up to him in the first place. Unless you knew and just didn’t care, then he didn’t care either. It’s not like he ever plans to allow Haeun to resurface and sink her nails back into him. That’s one mistake he’ll never make again.

Before he knows it, he’s swapping back into the game. He rolls his neck and pops his fingers, getting into position to receive this next serve. Even with this fire lit underneath him, both teams are neck and neck. With every point that IST scored, the opposing team would just catch back up without breaking a sweat. If Jacob wasn’t captain and wasn’t used to being so calm and collected during matches, he’d probably start getting as pissed as Kim Mingyu looks right now.

The referee blows his whistle and the ball is over the net. Jeon Jungkook, the team’s libero, dives for it, the volleyball bouncing off the back of his hand and back up into the air. It’s currently the fourth set and IST has two under their belt. They needed to win this one lest they wanted to go into the fifth. Everyone is on edge, but won’t stop at nothing that isn’t victory. Jacob shifts to set the ball to Jaehyun, who swings his arm back and spikes it to the other side of the court.

One of their players receives it with ease, and they’re back to square one. There’s that back and forth of both teams setting and spiking, only for the other to receive and send it back over. Jacob feels like this game is never gonna end, especially with how agile their libero is and how in tune he is with their setter. But then he makes eye contact with Lee Seokmin, an opposite hitter who’s proven time and time again that he’ll go wherever Jacob needs him to, do whatever Jacob wants him to. And that’s exactly what he does.

Mingyu bumps the ball towards the net and just when they think Jacob’s going to set it, he swaps places with Seokmin. The hitter gets beneath the volleyball and pushes it off the tip of his fingers, watching as Jacob perfectly times his jump to smack it with the palm of his hand. It’s something the two had only ever practiced a handful of times, but knew it would come in handy when everything was right. The entire interaction is flawless, and the captain’s spike lands, scoring that final point that IST needed to win the set and the game.

Just like the previous game, Jacob doesn’t even register the roaring cheers from everyone around him until they’re throwing him and Seokmin up like they themselves were volleyballs. The team is going insane, hyping up the crowd and running around the court like children. A sense of pride swells in Jacob’s chest, a crinkly-eyed smile nestling on his face like the fondness of a father.

They continue the joy-train all the way into the locker room. Jacob showers and throws on some gray cargo pants, pairing them with a black half-zip jacket. Most of the team was going to the end of semester party tonight, treating it as a post-celebratory reward for their big win. It was still so surreal for the captain. All of the pressure that had been riding on him the entire season, the strive for being someone bigger than himself. He’s grateful it paid off.

Meanwhile, you were damn near ripping your hair out, nerves eating away at the edges of your stomach like you were with the skin around your nails. After a taxing week of final exams and the anxiety of wanting to see Jacob Bae again to clear any bad air, you found yourself at the TBZ end of semester party along with Haeun and Minjee. You were thankful that your life was intact, Haeun’s irritation simmering into something a lot more bearable.

Though just a smidge pissed off that you didn’t do your research, she wasn’t as mad about the whole break of girl-code incident. She got off of your back a little too easily, though, so you were still waiting for another strike. You couldn’t help but feel as if she was planning another form of action.

You’d been at this party for at least an hour, and the attendance was double that of last week’s. They weren’t kidding when they said this was the party of all parties at IST University. You were starting to think that maybe Jacob really was going to avoid you like you were the Black Plague or equivalent. Why else would he not be at one of his own parties? Wasn’t it, like, a requirement for fraternity members to make an appearance at the things they hosted?

Being friends with Haeun really screwed everything up for you. Not only did you have to sleep with one eye open, but also keep your distance from just about every male on campus out of fear that she fucked with them, too. Why did it have to be Jacob Bae? Why couldn’t it have been someone more douchey, more up her alley? He was way too sweet, way too cute for someone of her kind. He deserved someone that could hand him the world. (Not that you were insinuating that it was you, but even you knew you were a better person than Lee Haeun.)

And as if a higher being truly existed, your prayers are answered in the form of Jacob Bae walking through the front door. A gaggle of partygoers surround him and the group of guys he’s with, including some of the fraternity brothers. You faintly hear whoops and hollers over the near deafening music, everyone patting them on their backs. Most of the attention is on Jacob and his gorgeous smile, though.

“IST U’s pride and joy! National volleyball champion, Jacob-fucking-Bae,” Lee Hyunjae wolf-whistles, shaking him around like he was maraca.

Jacob laughs, looking down at the floor to shy away from all of the eyes on him. He’s glad everybody is pleased with his accomplishment, but really all he wants to do is find you. He’s still not 100% sure you’re even here, but he has high hopes that maybe you were into him as much as he was with you. Now that he’s free of both volleyball and schoolwork for a while, he can take his time getting to know you better.

You psych yourself up to go over to him once his audience has parted and gone back to whatever it was they were doing prior to his arrival. A grimace consumes your features as you knock back the cup of jungle juice in your hand, blowing a raspberry. Minjee gives you a smile of encouragement, like she knows exactly what you’re about to do.

However, someone beats you to it. You watch with bated breath as Haeun flips her hair over her shoulder, her heels clicking on the wooden floor all the way up to Jacob. The sight of another girl talking to the guy you’re interested in has never made you as ill as it does right now, her glossy lips pouted and her hands clasped behind her back.

“Heard about the big win, Jakey,” she smiles almost evilly, calling him by a nickname that he hasn’t been called in months. “Wanna claim your prize?”

Jacob knows what she’s doing. It’s obvious. Haeun saw the two of you together last week and now she’s pretending that she gives a shit just so she can feel like she’s the one in control. He’s seen this scene too many times to fall for it. He pokes his cheek with his tongue, hands shoving into the front pocket of his jacket.

“Don’t you have someone else that you can bother, tonight? I’m spoken for.” He shrugs, stepping around her. Okay, so perhaps you’d only had one conversation together. That was enough for him. He doesn’t have to search far or wide for you, a grin replacing his deadpan once he sees your face. “Hi.”

“H-Hi,” your voice comes out unsteady. “I— uh— wh— well, I kinda thought you were avoiding me.”

His eyebrows quirks up. “Why would I do that?”

“Because I’m friends with your tyrant of an ex-girlfriend and I’m a horrible person for still wanting you,” you begin to ramble, playing with a strand of your hair. “And then you weren’t here.”

Jacob laughs, pushing your hand down and tucking the same piece behind your ear. “I don’t really care that you’re friends with Haeun. Honestly, no one’s ever *really friends with her. It’s hard to stand a person who’s that insufferable. And I’m on the volleyball team. Tonight was the championship game, which is why I was late.”

“So you don’t hate me and want me to die?”

“I could never.” He shakes his head, taking one of your hands into his.

“If that’s the case, then can you show me how to properly enjoy a frat party?” You trace patterns on his palm.

“I’ll be so real with you, Y/N, even *I don’t know how to do that,” he snorts. “I’m not a Tau Beta Zeta member, so I guess that explains it.”

“Woah what?” You gape at him. “This entire time I thought you were…”

“Nah, I’m just friends with all of the guys here. I might as well be, but I’m not. Frats are stupid to me,” Jacob leads you out of the living room and into the kitchen to get himself a drink. “Though, I don’t think they’re that bad anymore.”

As he’s reaching for an empty cup, a thought crosses your mind. It’s bold, but you don’t have the willpower to force it away. “You know, you didn’t get to show me what would happen if you succeeded in sweeping me off of my feet.”

He pauses what he’s doing, turning to glance at you over his shoulder with dark eyes. Are you saying what he thinks you’re saying?

“And something’s telling me you were extremely successful.”

*Fuck the drink, Jacob thinks to himself, dropping the cup in favor of whisking you away. He pulls you into the nearest empty room, which happens to be the downstairs bathroom. From one second to the next, you’re pinned to the door, both of your wrists firm in his grip. He’s so close that his nose nudges yours, lips only a hair’s breadth from your own.

“Should’ve known you were dangerous from the get go,” he breathes, the distance between you driving you crazy. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”

A gasp escapes you, your eyelids fluttering shut. This was pure insanity. Before you can complain about the lack of contact, Jacob’s mouth is on yours, lips moving against yours so skillfully and so roughly. He takes your wrists into one hand, holding them above your head while the other slips beneath your top. His fingertips burn into your skin and you don’t hold back the whine that sneaks out from your chest.

You pull back for air, sighing when his kiss travels down your neck and focuses on your collarbone. It’s not enough, you need to feel him everywhere. Your pulse is racing and you’re sure he can feel it when he leaves a trail of nibbles and kisses along your jawline. They travel south, paving their path on what’s visible of your jugular and sternum.

There’s a haste of fingers roaming and lips exploring. This was uncharted territory for, seeing as you hadn’t been in a situation like this since moving schools. If there was anyone you wanted to get down and dirty with in the bathroom of a frat party, it was Jacob Bae. His free hand wanders under your skirt, a knuckle running along your clothed, but damp, slit. You both hiss.

“Already so wet for me?” He asks you smugly, the curve of his smile carved into the space where your ear meets your neck. You don’t have the patience to power through any teasing.

“Need you so bad, Jacob,” you don’t like the pitchiness of your voice, or how you’re pretty much begging right now. “Wanna skip the foreplay.”

Jacob grins almost wickedly, kissing the tip of your nose. “So ready and so eager for me. Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”

He doesn’t waste any time getting you out of your clothes, starting with your top and then shoving your skirt past your thighs. You kick it off and move to help him. His jacket comes off in one fluid motion, giving you the perfect display of his muscular back and toned abdomen. All of years of volleyball came to fruition in the form of his godlike sculpted body.

You drag a nail through the valley of his abs, unbuttoning his cargoes and palming him through his underwear. He curses under his breath, forehead falling to your shoulder. You may very well be the death of him, he decides. When he’s finally had enough, he swats your hand away, removing the briefs so he can give you what you so graciously asked for. He pumps his length a couple times before guiding the tip to your entrance.

Jacob hooks one of your legs around his waist, pushing your panties to the side so he can slip into you carefully. You don’t even stop the moan that breaches your vocal cords, back arching off of the door and your chest pushing into his. The stretch burns slightly, but not nearly enough to interrupt the pleasure coursing throughout your body. There’s a fire in the pit of your stomach that he fans the flames of the deeper he sinks into you, lips imprinted into the skin of your neck.

His fingers burn the skin of your thigh where he holds it up, slowly pressing his cock into cunt and sliding out as soon as he bottoms out. You’re dizzy, so dizzy that stars have begun to form behind your eyelids and he’s only just started. He rocks into you at a meticulous pace, the blunt nails of his other hand digging into your hip to keep himself composed.

He wants to take his time with you first. He wants you to feel every ridge and vein of his cock as your walls squeeze him in. He wants the feeling of the two of you connected to be engraved into your brain, a memory that nothing could erase even if it tried. Your head knocks against the door when you crane it to give him more access to the column of your throat, whining when he sucks marks into the surface.

“F-Fuck, Jacob,” you whimper. “Feel— god— feel so, so stuffed.”

You practically hiccup your words, overstimulated with everything that’s going on at once. It’s too much. The way he nips at your skin. The way he groans every time you clench around him. The way he’s *buried into you like you were the only source of warmth he’ll ever get. It’s too much, but it feels fucking fantastic.

“Yeah, baby? Am I fucking you good? Giving it to you like no one else can?” He exerts himself, his lips slipping on the thin sheen of sweat coating your bodies. All you can do is moan again, bucking your hips into his to minimize the gap between you as much as physically possible.

His cock is just the right balance of girth and length, filling you up and hitting the spots you need him to. Your sanity falls through the cracks with every click of his hips into yours. He *is fucking you good. He *is giving it to you like no one else can. It didn’t even take him long to figure out what you liked, using that knowledge to his advantage so he could ravage you.

You’re too lost in the pleasure to notice the coil in your stomach curling to the point of snapping. With each ram of his dick in your pussy, he winds you up more and more until it breaks in half. You see nothing but white for a few seconds, spots of various colors bleeding into it. A sound so far away from you bursts out from its home in the back of your throat. Your orgasm coaxes out his, painting your walls with milky ropes and a moan of his own.

The two of you pant breathlessly, lips brushing as you attempt to calm down. Jacob pinches your side, kissing you once before pulling out and letting go of your hip. “Do you have the energy to give me one more? I don’t think I’m finished with you just yet.”

You let out a guttural groan, nodding and colliding your mouths in another desperate kiss. Your fingers run through the strands of his hair, tugging at the nape of his neck as he transfers you to sink. He spins you around, bending you over the counter and pecking your shoulder as he eases his cock back into the velvet of your pussy.

You’re both still sensitive, sighing at the feeling of a second intrusion. He grips your hip and presses down on your lower back just as he speeds up the pacing of his thrusts. Instinctively, you hike up a knee onto the counter, wanting him even deeper and even harder than previously. Heat pools in that same spot at the base of your abdomen, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“Look in the mirror, sweetheart,” he grunts, throwing his head back and tightening his grasp on your waist. “Want you to watch me fuck you stupid.”

You wail, eyes heavy lidded as you witness Jacob plowing into you from behind. It hurts, the fact that you can’t even convey into sounds how amazing it feels. They’re all trapped in your chest and throat, begging to be set free. You wish they could bounce off of the walls, reverberating in your ears. Your cheeks are wet from the tears that have spilled over. You look like a mess with your makeup smeared and your face puffy. Anyone who saw you after this would know exactly what went down in this bathroom.

Jacob doesn’t slow his assault, instead hovering over and trapping you beneath his broad frame. He drills into you deeper, harder, faster— and oh god you don’t want him to stop. You think he’s making good on his word, fucking you so insanely stupid that not a single thought occupies your mind. All there is, is Jacob Bae and the deliciousness of his cock wedging itself further into your cunt like he wants to live there.

“You’re taking me so well, baby. So so well,” he coos, your back curving into his chest.

Your elbows might give out from supporting your weight and now Jacob’s too, especially with how empty your head is. You don’t really have the consciousness to keep yourself up. It’s at the point where the mirror has started to fog, a blurry image of him abusing your pussy in your line of sight.

He knows you’re on the brink of an orgasm, your walls spasming slightly in warning. He pulls out enough to flip you onto your back, pushing in and resuming where he left off. His thumb sneaks down to your clit, rubbing in precise circles with precise pressure. Despite there being no mirror covered in steam in the shape of your bodies in front of you, your vision is still hazy. You can barely see the expressions Jacob makes, his brows knitting together and lower lip between his teeth.

You pull him down to connect your mouths, whining into him as he continues to fuck into you like there wasn’t a whole party still going on on the side of the door. Your knees are folded to your chest, allowing his cock to kiss all the way inside of you. “I’m— fuck— so close, Cobie.”

“C’mon, baby, you can cum for me,” he goads, applying more pressure to the shape he’s drawing on your clit.

One particularly timed thrust and the bumping of his pelvic bone on the sensitive bundle of nerves tips you off of your peak. Your climax washes over you, tidal waves of pleasure cresting at full force. You moan loudly, the rippling of your walls triggering Jacob’s own release.

He pulls out gently, for the final time. His chest rises and falls rapidly, in sync with yours. You’re both exhausted, spent from going at it like jackrabbits— as if you’d never get the chance to do it again. You meet eyes and then burst into laughter, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks.

“That was… Wow…” You breathe, moving some of his hair from obstructing his eyesight.

“I always follow through with my promises, you know,” he wraps his arms around your waist. “So, what do I get now that I’ve wooed you?”

You press the hints of a kiss to his lips. “An exclusive all-access pass to me, my phone number, and the rights to ask me out on a date whenever you please.”

Jacob smiles that crinkle eye smile of his, knowing full well that he plans on cashing all three of those right now. He may have not been the biggest fan of fraternities or their parties, but he sure as hell loved them at this moment in time.

He thinks he was a winner in more ways than one that night.

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