SUMMARY ➩ prone to a bad reputation and accepting your friends ridiculous bets and challenges, you’re hit with the task to take the virginity of your schools number 1 student
WC ➩ 15k
WARNINGS ➩ um sex
AUTHORS NOTE ➩ no part 2 to this reader sucks most the time sorry.. not proofread but when is my work ever and slightly repetitive if ur a fan of my other works but what can I say i like this trope! this took me forever and not even sure i like it but hope u do
There was something about a challenge that just drove you absolutely crazy. You never cared too deeply for most things, preferring to take a casual approach to whatever life had to offer.
Yet something would awaken in you when presented a challenge, whether as serious as an academic achievement or as stupid as chugging more weekend poison than the frat boy sat beside you. Your skin would light up and your eyes would go hazy and wild at the prospect of competition, of successfully doing something that people doubted you were capable of doing.
It wasn’t any surprise to you when your friends took advantage of this, using your little quirk for their own amusement whenever school days got too slow or weekends started to hit that point of boredom. All they had to do was lay a challenge in front of you and you’d put your all into completing it.
This ended you up in numerous stupid situations, breaking into the locked school during spring break and leaving your mark for your friends to confirm once the doors opened again, flirting with the older cashier at the local liquor store while they stuffed their shirts with cold bottles, even at one point being escorted out of a crowded movie theatre by security after you managed to disturb the peace more than usual.
There wasn’t a line they wouldn’t set and more importantly, there wasn’t one you wouldn’t cross.
You felt it coming most times now, being able to sense the shift in the night and their demeanors before it actually happened. You were sat at some random party they’d dragged you to, smoking on the couch of a dirty living room and paying no attention to the ever changing crowd or the loud bass that was sounding throughout the house.
You sighed softly when you felt one of your friends nudging your side, glancing over at him with low hazy eyes and a bored expression while you waited for him to set tonight’s standard.
Sometimes you wondered if they actually were your friends, if they liked you even a little bit for your personality or if you served more so as an entertainment monkey, a circus animal for when they needed some excitement in their life. You especially thought this now as you watched him turn back to look at the others who were giggling that mean laugh they do often did when they landed on a truly rotten idea.
“I bet… you can’t take that kid home.” He said the words deliberately slow like you were stupid and incapable of understanding a faster pace.
You watched him for a few more seconds, trying to explode his head with your mind before you were following the direction where his arm was raising to point at, a cigarette loosely hanging from his fingers as he shook with laughter.
The kid in question was definitely around your age, potentially even older judging by the few people he was stood around, boys you recognized as some of your seniors at school. You didn’t recognize him however, scanning him for a while to try and decide if he was from a different part of town or if you just didn’t pay enough attention to your surroundings.
It made sense to you immediately why they had pointed him out, why he would be considered a challenge to take home.
He was stood awkwardly against the wall despite his friends clearly trying to get him to have a good time, staying near him and whispering into his ear every few seconds like they were giving him a play by play on what you were supposed to be doing at a college party.
He was clearly attempting to feign casualness, holding a cup that you were pretty certain was completely empty, and taking mock sips out of it every few minutes like clockwork. Behind the facade of his eyes that were scanning the crowd anxiously, you could tell he was extremely nervous and not used to the scene he was sat in front of.
“Oh you’re crazy dude.” Another one of your friends was talking now but you didn’t even spare her a glance, knowing she was just trying to fuel your fire more like she always did. “Him of all people? It’s impossible.”
You wanted to laugh at how obvious she was being in her comments, purposefully throwing the information towards you like you were a starving dog with snapping jaws. You’d already started to feel the competitiveness spark low in your gut the second you looked at the boy despite how annoyed by and aware of their antics you were.
“Just take him home?” You were questioning in a low voice and you finally glanced back towards your friends who were eagerly watching you. “Isn’t that a little tame?”
You liked to up the stakes with them occasionally, making sure they never got bored of you or underestimated just how far you’d take it if given the opportunity and right motivation.
You knew right away you wanted to take this one on, liking the way the boy nervously glanced back and forth or looked down at his shoes every time somebody passed by him and got a few feet too close. His friends were still glued to his side but you could tell they were itching to enter the mass of sweaty bodies, you found it interesting they’d be willing to give up their own enjoyment for their buddy.
“Not challenging enough for you? Shit you’re crazy.” Another one of your friends was laughing and patting you on the shoulder, shoving it slightly so you moved forward a bit on the couch. You shot her a glare and she leaned back with an awkward chuckle.
“Fine then I bet you can’t..” The first boy, who had started this topic of conversation in the first place, was starting up again and you watched him with an uninterested stare. “I bet you can’t take his virginity.”
This caused you to falter for a split second before regaining you composure, cocking in an eyebrow at your expectant friends before looking back towards the boy who was still uncomfortably shifting against the wall. He definitely didn’t want to be here and his little round glasses didn’t do him any favors in the feigning cool department but you weren’t sure where exactly they’d found the evidence to determine he was a virgin.
While he was definitely nerdy and awkward, he was still tall and lean with a handsome face. Plus, judging by the company he was with that was continuing to speak to him in low encouraging whispers, he had a good social circle.
Park Sunghoon and Sim Jake were definitely not losers and absolutely not virgins. You’d heard plenty of rumors about the two boys and a few others that ran with their group, ranging from your schools most established jocks and going all the way up to your class president Yang Jungwon.
“Why do you think he’s a virgin?” You were mumbling as you watched him, regardless if your friends were right or not you had your target officially set.
“It’s pretty well known.” One of the girls was shrugging her shoulders and frowning slightly, leaning against the wall behind the couch. “He’s pretty much a genius and doesn’t have time for that stuff, he’s rejected anyone who’s even slightly tried.”
“You’d know.” She was sneering and shoving an elbow into the boy next to her who started to laugh at her comment and the saddened expression on her face. You glanced at her curiously, slightly surprised she had even attempted with him considering her usual type normally fit your own friendship circles look and attitude.
You looked back over towards the boy and his friend with a raised eyebrow, trying to figure out what exactly you were missing. Why hadn’t you’d seen him before this considering the fact all of your friends seemed to know him and various details about his life?
It didn’t shock you to find him already looking at you this time, you had been staring daggers into the side of his head for almost twenty minutes now and he was bound to feel your gaze on him eventually. He was tensed as he looked at you, more so than he was already and you cocked an eyebrow in his direction at the fearful look in his eyes.
His friends seemed to realize something had caught his attention and they were following his line of sight optimistically. Sunghoon tensed up too slightly when it lead him back to you, still lazily sat on the couch off in the distance surrounded by your friends that almost resembled a pack of hyenas. You knew your reputation probably proceeded you judging by the fact he was starting to shake his head and whisper something to the boy again.
Jake, however, ever the bouncy jock seemed ecstatic that you were watching his friend so intensely and he was carrying a big smile as he leaned in to say something to them, most likely countering Sunghoon’s warning.
You watched him wrap an arm around the boys thin shoulders, patting him encouragingly before dismounting and dragging Sunghoon away into the crowd. This left the boy alone and for a second he took a few steps forward in panic like he was going to follow them but he quickly stopped as they disappeared amongst the masses, looking ten times more awkward now that he didn’t have his bodyguards sat next to him.
He met your eye again for a second before he was flushing again and looking away quickly, eyes shooting to his shoes as he nervously shuffled in place a few times.
Your friends had been talking during this, possibly to you and maybe they were upping the stakes of the bet, but you’d stopped listening a few minutes ago and only noticed they were speaking as you stood up from the couch and left them mid sentence, heading over to where the boy was standing.
You imagined you looked like a wild snake stalking it’s prey, licking your fangs as you slowly slithered closer to it until you finally snapped your jaws around his neck. He seemed to be thinking a similar thing judging by the way his eyes widened with fear when he went to look at you again and realized you were approaching.
You didn’t immediately greet him, leaning against the wall he was on with your shoulder so you could face him. You watched his side profile and scanned down his chest as it lifted and fell with heavy breaths.
He eventually mustered up the courage to look at you and only then did you give him a smile, letting it slowly take over your face as you cocked your head slightly and studied the way his nervous eyes darted all around your features.
“Hi.” Your voice was breathy and sweet but he immediately furrowed his eyebrows and looked away at the sound of it, picking at the rim of his cup that you now could see was in fact empty. “What’s your name?”
He glanced at you again and you realized you’d probably said the wrong thing judging by the fact his anxious eyes suddenly hardened. You assumed that he knew of you enough that you should’ve known him or you’d possibly met before hence his extreme reaction to your question.
“My memories bad baby I’m sorry, just remind me.” You were pouting slightly and cooing at him, shifting closer on the wall so you could reach up and place a hand on his shoulder gently.
He was glancing at it with wide eyes, staring at the way your fingertips just barely pressed onto his shirts fabric, then he was back to looking at your face again but thankfully he had lost the offended look. You noted that you liked how big his eyes were as he peered down at you, still taking those deep and shuddering breaths to try and calm down his nerves at your sudden close proximity.
“Heeseung.” He was whispering out, almost afraid to speak any louder considering how close your faces were now that he had turned his head to face you more directly. You smiled at the sweet tone of his voice and nodded your head in recognition.
“Lee Heeseung.” You repeated back to him, adding on his last name to show him that you did in fact know who he was.
You weren’t lying either as you came to the realization, knowing now why he felt so familiar yet unrecognizable. Lee Heeseung was the top of, not only your class and year, but the entire school and it was no doubt that he’d graduate miles above everybody else. His friend group was full of overachievers in their respective fields and now you understood the presence of the two outstanding jocks from earlier.
He seemed slightly surprised that you knew who he was and he was still watching you with those large curious eyes, gulping a bit when you instinctively curled your fingers into his shoulder like a kneading cat.
You were half expecting him to push you off, to reject you and make some excuse that could allow him to leave, remembering what your friends had said about his habit of shutting girls down early in their advances. It surprised you a bit when he was turning slightly so he could face you more, almost like he hadn’t even realized he was doing it as he took in a deep breath.
Your smiled widened, knowing from experience that you occasionally had a certain addicting aura to you, something that made boys lean forward instinctively or follow you around like a lost puppy.
However your obvious expression seemed to wake him up to your attempts and his face dropped into a small frown, leaning back far enough that your hand was falling from his shoulder and you were losing your smile as you watched him visibly grow uncomfortable. He watched you with a weird expression before he was turning his body again and avoiding looking in your direction.
“Did you need something?” He mumbled out and you frowned at the change in his tone, not as smooth and sweet as it had been when he said his name.
You were shaking your head even though he wasn’t looking at you anymore and trying to think of another route to take since this clearly wouldn’t be as simply as you originally thought it would, eyes lighting up again when you got an idea.
“A tutor.” You rushed out, trying to keep your voice casual and not make it sound like you’d just thought of that on the spot. He gave you a disbelieving look and you nodded in earnest. “I’m serious. I’m flunking bad.”
“Last I checked you didn’t care about school.” He was mumbling and you furrowed your eyebrows at his statement, wondering just how much he apparently know about you.
“Only one more year.” You were shrugging at him and your eyes shot down to his lips and neck for a second before you were meeting his gaze again, trying to hold your laugh when his eyes widened a bit at your wandering gaze. “Time to get serious I guess.”
He didn’t say anything for a few beats and you resisted the urge to push his glasses up his nose as they slowly fell while you talked, watching him take a deep breath as he contemplated what you were saying. You’d never heard of him tutoring somebody before but you also weren’t sure if anybody had ever asked, not paying him much mind once they realized he wasn’t going to do their homework or let them cheat off his test.
He was finally looking at you again with hesitation in his eyes and you offered him another small smile, trying to look as least devious as you could possibly manage.
“If you’re serious we can meet in the library on Monday.” He was muttering and your face lit up which caused him to let out a small sigh.
“Not somewhere more private?” You couldn’t resist teasing him further considering how unnerved he already seemed, touching his arm softly as you purred the words again. He winced slightly at your sudden change of tone but didn’t take a step backwards like he had before.
“I said if you’re serious.” He warned in an awkward voice and you nodded your head in understanding, squeezing his arm quickly before retracting your hand.
“Trust me. I’m serious.”
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You would’ve thought the world ended judging by the stares you were getting as you entered the library.
It had taken you longer than you originally planned to find it and then make your way to where Heeseung had told you he’d be if you wanted to show up, so now you were going to be a few minutes late. You hoped he would still be there and had planned for the fact you obviously didn’t frequent the building enough to get around swiftly.
Luckily, you caught sight of him the second you finished climbing the stairs to the third floor and your stomach turned in excitement.
It put a damper on your plans for your meeting to be so public but that didn’t deter you much, the familiar buzz of adrenaline running through you as you took in his appearance from a distance. He had clearly gotten there way before your meeting time and he seemed engrossed in whatever text book was laid in front of him, possibly not even realizing you were late.
You were approaching him slowly to see how long it would take him to notice you but he didn’t pick his head up from the book until you were standing in front of him and clearing your throat.
You smiled at him when he jumped in his seat, lifting his head so fast his glasses bounced on top of his nose. He immediately looked awkward and apologetic at the sight of you and you pulled out the seat next to him so you could sit down. He seemed surprised you weren’t taking the one across instead and stiffened up in his seat.
“Hope I’m not too late.” You greeted him casually and turned in the chair so your knees were pointing in his direction and you could fully face him.
“No you’re perfect.” He was shaking his head and peering at you intensely like he was in a daze and not thinking clearly. When you smirked and cocked your eyebrow at his wording he immediately flushed. “I-I mean like… t-the timing is perfect. You’re on time is all I meant.”
You laughed at him softly and he shook his head to himself, turning and sternly facing forward so he didn’t have to look at you as he closed the book he was focusing on and started to pull out the ones pertaining to what you had asked him to help you with. You didn’t pay any mind to which ones he was opening up, not having any plans to pay attention anyways.
He seemed to notice this after a few minutes and he slowly trailed off on his introduction statement when he realized you weren’t even glancing at the books, just watching the side of his face as he rambled on.
He was glancing at you from the side of his eye to really confirm what you were looking at before he sighed softly and turned his head so he was facing you more directly, shying away from your intense gaze slightly. “I thought you said you were serious.”
“I was serious about meeting you at the library.” You explained to him, shrugging softly when he furrowed his eyebrows and sighed again. You shifted your knee slightly so it was bumping into the side of his chair and he glanced down at it, snapping his head back up when he noticed the bare skin of your legs below your skirt. “It’s hard for me to focus.”
“How can I help?” He eventually asked after he took a deep calming breath and the question would’ve sounded sleazy from anybody else, like a sly pick up line. Paired with his gentle tone and earnest eyes though, you almost cooed at how eager he was to help you.
You hummed softly and pretended to think for a few seconds, liking the way he got more nervous and kept fidgeting in his chair with every passing second.
“How about we make it a game?” You were eventually stating, letting your voice come out excited and breathy like you’d just thought of the idea. “Every time I get something right, you have to answer one of my questions.”
He seemed hesitant at this and thrown off like he didn’t expect you to suggest something like that, a game that didn’t benefit you in any way and only served for you to get to know him better. He was eventually agreeing and you smiled softly as you watched him push his glasses back up his nose and try to think of something to ask you.
You liked the first few questions he asked because he was clearly taking it easy on you, stuttering out simple things that were basic knowledge and trying not to look at you when you intentionally got them wrong, wanting to drag out your game and get to listen to his smooth voice more.
When you got the first one right he was taking a second to take another breath before glancing at you curiously, slight fear in his eyes like he was worried you’d ask him something inappropriate or uncomfortable.
“When did you meet your friends?” You were eventually saying and he visibly relaxed although he had a suspicious look on his face like you’d thrown him off with the easygoing question.
“Middle school.” He mumbled out and you nodded softly, putting your elbow on the table and leaning forward onto your hand so you could be closer to him. He flushed bright red but continued with his answer. “We p-played basketball together sometimes.”
Your eyebrow quirked up in surprise at the new unlocked information and for a second you wanted to ask him if he still played but he was continuing on with the next subject question before you had the chance, shifting uncomfortably when you immediately answered it with ease and gained the opportunity for another inquiry about his life.
“Was that your first time at a party?” Your voice was lower now since you were closer and he was watching you intensely, stiffened by the way your eyes went from holding his gaze tightly in yours to watching his lips as he spoke.
“Yeah I guess so.” He shrugged softly but you could tell he was feeling anything but casual. He almost looked transfixed by how close you were getting to him the longer the two of you talked. “It wasn’t yours though.”
You smiled softly at his comment, knowing for sure now that he clearly knew of you and your reputation. You thought it was cute that he seemed unnerved by the mere mention of a party yet you found yourself in the same position as last weekend, just different couches, almost every single night you had available. You wondered if this made him less likely to answer your next question or more so.
He was asking it slowly like he had realized you knew more than you let on, giving you a rather hard one just to test his theory and sighing softly again when you answered it much quicker than it was delivered to you.
“Has anybody ever kissed you before?” You finally asked him something that slightly toed the line he originally expected you to cross.
You were leaning even closer as you said this, voice low and eyes hazy as you watched him. He wasn’t moving but he was watching you closely with that same hypnotized look in his eyes, shaking his head instinctively like he answered you without meaning to and then immediately flushing when he realized that he had.
You let your lip curl into a half smile as you looked at him and neither one of you made any move to continue on with the game, just watching each other in tensioned silence for a few beats before you were clearing your throat to try and catch his attention fully again. His eyes that had fallen down to the lower half of your face shot back up to your eyes and you cocked your head slightly.
Heeseung was trying not to shift away from you out of embarrassment but it got even more difficult when you were moving closer again, your free hand that wasn’t under your chin coming up to rest on his knee. He was suddenly glad he had worn jeans and not shorts despite how hot the weather had gotten in the past few weeks.
“Why not?” You were whispering to him and squeezing his knee softly, watching as it took a second for his dizzy mind to remember what you had even been talking about before to try and figure out what you were referring to. “Why hasn’t anybody ever kissed you?”
He just flushed more red as you assisted him in remembering, repeating the direct words as they fell casually off your lips while simultaneously causing his entire nervous system to light up.
“I’m not sure.” He whispered back, his voice wavering slightly with nerves as the conversation and tone changed quickly. “I-I don’t really know I guess.”
You hummed softly like you didn’t really believe him, thinking about the comments your friends had made about him turning down any advances. You had a feeling that was more about their own advances and judgements about him rather than him just simply being a prude. You felt like your theory was right the more he stared at the way your hand was squeezing around his knee.
“Do you want to come back to my dorm with me?” You were whispering to him suddenly and his eyes were back on yours, widening in shock for a moment before glancing around the empty library like he was worried somebody could somehow hear what you said.
This seemed to awaken him from his spell and he was leaning back a bit, aggressively popping the bubble you had fallen into with each other. You’d crossed the line enough that he was doubting your intentions again and he shifted his leg enough that your hand fell from his knee, landing lifeless on the side of his chair instead.
“For what?” He was asking with a frown and the fact that he was even slightly curious reassured you a bit that he wasn’t fully rejecting your advances, just being cautious.
“I can’t focus here.” You were explaining simply and he glanced around again like he was confused on what you meant, especially since it was pretty much completely silent and empty outside of your whispers to each other. “Too much on my mind.”
He didn’t verbally agree but he was closing the book in front of him and giving you a nervous look that made you smile, knowing he was accepting your offer to go somewhere more private. You tried not to be offended as you walked in silence, even more so because he kept looking over his shoulder like he was afraid to be seen leaving with you.
His anxiety didn’t cease as you crossed the courtyard over to your side of the dorms, if anything it just amplified the closer you got to your room and the more students you passed by.
You didn’t blame him considering you could only imagine the rumors that would blossom from him being seen with you, considering your reputation and overall look, especially since you were leading him back to your room in the middle of the day. It almost made you laugh to see how unnerved he was just to study in private with you.
When you finally got to your dorm, he still hadn’t calmed down and he awkwardly looked around the small room like he was in search of a place to sit. You’d forgone the usual desk and chair most dorms had and instead only had your bed as a resting place, raising your eyebrow at him when you walked past his stiff body to slowly lower yourself onto it, patting the spot next to you.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have come here.” He was shaking his head suddenly and still standing in the middle of your room but you frowned softly at him.
“I don’t bite you know.” Your voice was soft and innocent, teasing him for his assumptions about your intentions and he gave you a disbelieving look before eventually taking a few hesitant steps and sitting as far away from you on the bed as he could possibly manage.
You watched him intensely as he took his backpack off and placed it on the floor, in between his feet. He was bending over to rummage through it and search for the subjects you were previously talking about and you scanned his frame and side profile as he did so, liking the way his turtleneck was stretched and pulled tightly against his back muscles because of his movements.
He was sitting back up and beginning to talk again but you were zoned out as you watched him, trailing down his neck to the way his hands tried to explain the subject to you.
When he eventually caught on to the fact you still weren’t paying any attention, judging by the way he asked you a question and got no response, he looked over towards you and let out a soft sigh when he realized you weren’t even pretending to be looking at the textbooks.
“You’re still not focusing.” He was mumbling to you and shaking his head, closing the book on his lap and picking at the cover with anxious fingers. “I thought you said you’d be less distracted in private.”
“Must be something else stealing my attention then.” You were shrugging and leaning back on your palm so your body was more angled towards him, smiling when his breath hitched slightly when your position made your skirt ride up your legs.
“What do you want from me?” He was eventually asking in a low, nervous voice and you cocked your head at him.
For a moment you contemplated playing the game a bit longer, telling him you didn’t want anything and this was just an innocent study date. You considered what your friends had said about him never paying any mind to any advances or attempts but then you thought again about the way he instinctively leaned closer to you and followed you back to your room despite knowing your reputation and bad habits.
“What do I want from you?” You repeated back to him and he nodded softly, eyes going to your mouth when you kissed your teeth. “Who said I want anything?”
He didn’t say anything for a few heavy seconds, tension in the air almost suffocating both of you as you waited for him to give you any signal that he had fully caught on to your intentions and didn’t mind them. His body language didn’t do much to help you, shifting uncomfortably but still watching you with an intense gaze that kept exploring around your face.
“Y-you.. I’ve heard some stuff about you, I guess.” He was eventually saying and you tilted your head as he played with his fingers anxiously, avoiding looking at you completely now as he brought up the subject.
“What have you heard exactly?” You shifted closer to him on the bed and it caught his attention again, stiffening although you still were a few feet away. “Good things… bad things?”
“I don’t know.” The way he paused, calculated and awkward, made you believe he definitely did know and just didn’t want to say. He seemed to notice you caught on to that and he sucked in a breath before pushing up his glasses. “Just the stuff you do with people.”
“I do lots of stuff with very little people. I’m picky.” You were scooting closer to him again as you said this, letting a purr seep back into your voice and he gave you a disbelieving look.
Heeseung was cute, that fact didn’t pass by you from the second you saw him, but you were a bit taken back by how handsome he looked the longer you spent with him. Despite being awkward and avoiding your eye contact like it was a devious act, his gaze was strong when you held it and he occasionally lifted an eyebrow almost like he didn’t realize he was doing it.
He had a sort of arrogance about him, something he possibly hadn’t noticed he carried. Maybe it stemmed from excelling academically or being desired for his skills, for his brains.
The other side of him, the part that was insecure and fidgeting, letting out small stutters and choked breaths was attractive to you too. You didn’t necessarily have a type, gender or appearance, but you were drawn to the fact he seemed almost drunk every time he looked at you for too long.
“You don’t believe me?” You questioned him when the look didn’t leave his face, doubting the fact that you were apparently picky yet still deciding to obviously flirt with him.
“Jake said you normally go for like.. I don’t know people like you.” He was mumbling out, his eyes still scanning your face mindlessly.
“You asked your friends about me?” You tried to keep the teasing tone out of your voice but he definitely caught on to it, flushing and stammering for a second like he hadn’t meant to give you that much information.
“J-just at the party.” He was quick to explain as he shook his head, glasses sliding down his nose bridge again. “You were l-looking I think and Sunghoon said something about it and I don’t know, I didn’t mean anything by it.”
You ignored the fact he was rambling and attempting to backtrack on what he said, leaning forward off your palm so you were closer to him again. He froze up at the sudden proximity and watched you with widen eyes when you reached over to push his glasses back up on his face, tucking some of his hair behind his ear afterwards.
“I think maybe you’re picky too.” You told him slowly, watching the way his eyes trailed from your wrist that was practically touching his cheek now, all the way up your arm before it was landing back on your face.
“I’m not.” He was shaking his head earnestly like he was trying to convince you and when you raised an eyebrow, he realized he had misspoken in his desperation. “I m-mean.. I guess I am. I just don’t think girls really would get what they want from me.”
He was saying it slow and awkward but you could sense the fact he had been thinking about this a lot. Your mind flashed with how fast he was to answer your questions even when he was feeling awkward, the way he stared at your hand that squeezed his knee in the library.
“What do you think they want?” You were muttering and you could tell by the look he gave you, incredulous and knowing like he already realized you had noticed his behavior, that he wasn’t going to tell you so you finished your sentence for him. “You think they want you to be in charge? To lose your resolve and snap, bend them over.”
He was watching you intensely as you spoke and something flashed past his eyes, dark and heavy but ashamed at the same time. You kissed your teeth again and pet his cheek softly, almost forgetting your hand was resting there until he subtly nudged the side of his face against it.
His skin was hot to the touch and still red like it had been from the moment you’d brought him back to your room, fidgeting with his fingers and not breathing as you shifted closer again so the sides of your thighs were pushed tightly against each others. He only sucked in a fast and panicked breath when your hand traveled down his cheek and stopped at the base of his neck, turning your head at his reaction.
“Such a pretty boy.” You were whispering and your voice shocked the both of you, coming out just as breathy and transfixed as his was previously.
You couldn’t help it as you studied his expression, his big eyes peering at you with hesitance and curiosity behind the thin framed glasses. He was a lot bigger than you but he seemed small and fragile with the way he shrunk in on himself, shoulders pulled forward in an attempt to disappear.
His eyes were going down towards your lips again and when he saw the corner of them pull up into a smirk they immediately left, meeting your eyes in embarrassment.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” You were asking him in a low voice and your faces were so close all it would take is a slight rock forward from either of you.
“I d-don’t know.” He whispered back but his eyes went back down to your mouth as you smiled, telling you he definitely did know. “I’m not sure how.”
“I can teach you.” Your lips were grazing against his as you spoke and a shudder ran through him, his glasses sliding forward again and touching your forehead. “Let me teach you baby.”
He was hesitating for a second but his eyes widened a touch at the pet name and then he was nodding his head, his forehead touching yours because of the movement. You were pushing into him before he could change his mind and he stiffened at the feeling of your lips against his.
He wasn’t lying about not knowing how, completely frozen throughout the kiss until you were pulling back and laughing softly, his eyebrows furrowing in an upset expression at the sound. You kissed him again before he could think too deeply about your laugh and get insecure about you making fun of him, this time bringing your hand up to his face again to try and help him add some movement.
It took a few seconds but he slowly got the hang of it, pushing against your mouth desperately once he realized he could move with you.
You pulled back out of the kiss for a second to look at him, his eyes still shut tight and his cheeks almost as red as his swollen lips. He fluttered his eyelashes open once he realized you weren’t kissing him again and gave you a confused look.
You couldn’t help yourself from pushing your hand off his cheek and into his hair, brushing it back and admiring the way it immediately flopped back into place, soft and fluffy. You were turning your head to kiss him again, a small peck that pulled a little noise from him.
“What’s wrong baby.” You practically cooed at him, adjusting his glasses and watching the way he went slightly cross eyed as he followed your fingers movements.
“Please, again.” He breathed out and you felt a pull in your stomach at the whiny tone to his voice, leaning back into you desperately and seemingly forgetting the resolve he was showing earlier.
You didn’t bother teasing him further, pulling him in for another kiss and letting it deepen quickly this time. He made another noise into your mouth as you did this, half surprised and half grateful when you continued to move your lips together at a slow pace.
His hands were shaking in his lap and you reached down blindly to grab one, bumping against his stomach on accident and feeling it harden at the touch. You ignored it for now and took his hand in yours so you could place it around your body, letting it settle near your back.
You were slipping your tongue into his mouth softly and he froze again, eyes opening for a second but immediately shutting again when you closed your fist in his hair in warning.
He let you lick into his mouth a few times, getting used to the feeling and then he was pushing forward again so he could kiss you deeper. You almost laughed at his excitement but you were stopped by the feeling of his tongue brushing against yours, experimenting for himself what it felt like.
Heeseung let out a low groan that vibrated against you and your free hand slid forward to grab near his knee again, bunching up the fabric of his pants absentmindedly.
You sucked on his tongue for a few beats before you felt his spit dripping down his chin, pressed tightly against yours considering he wasn’t allowing either of you room to breathe. You pulled back just slightly and he opened his eyes to watch you, letting out a gasp when you were turning your head to lick the wetness off his chin, your tongue trailing up until it was back in his mouth again.
His gasp made you smile into the kiss and you could feel his large hands squeezing your side, shifting slightly at the feeling.
When you were finally pulling away to try and take a breath, he was giving you a panicked look and trying to lean in again. Your hand in his hair tightened to stop his advances and he frowned deeply.
“W-why?” He was whispering and his face fell into a pout, an expression far more vulnerable than you’d ever seen him carry.
“Don’t want you to get too excited.” Your tone was teasing and your eyes dropped down to his lap, an obvious tent in his pants although you had barely touched him and just kissed a little bit.
He was clearly mortified and leaning away from you a bit, eyes darting around awkwardly like he wanted to disappear into the mattress. You were petting his hair again to try and soothe his embarrassment.
“Just messing with you baby.” You were shaking your head and trying to reassure him, your hand kneading his knee for a second before sliding up and down his clothed thigh, caressing it gently.
“It’s not funny.” He mumbled back, watching you carefully like he was waiting for you to burst out laughing at him. You frowned again at his hurt tone, wondering what past experiences he had that would lead him to he so defensive.
You were scooting closer to him again and now your legs were hooked over him, thrown over his lap so you could hold the side of his face and turn his head so he was looking at you. He froze at the feeling of your thighs pressed ontop of him but didn’t make any move to scoot away this time, just watching you with a guarded expression.
“I like that you like kissing me that much.” You were whispering it to him and his eyes went to your mouth at the reminder you had kissed. “You make me feel good too.”
“I do?” He sounded breathless at that, eyes opening up a bit in shock as he waited for your confirmation.
“Yeah baby, you’re so pretty.” You kissed your teeth softly and pushed his hair back again, taking in his features and the way he instinctively pushed his head against your palm.
You were kissing him again before he could say anything else, cupping his face in your hands and parting your mouth in shock when he was squeezing your legs, seemingly forgetting they were still in his lap until his big hands made contact with your bare skin.
He was freezing up at the realization he was touching your thighs, your skirt rolling up more to an almost dangerous height and he pulled away from the kiss to stare at you, removing his hands so fast you barely registered that they were there.
“I-I have to go.” He was rushing out and you frowned softly at his nervous tone, not saying anything as he was suddenly scooting away from you and gently placing your legs back on the bed so he could stand off of it without jolting you around.
You wanted to ask him what had happened to scare him off, mouth parting in the beginning of a question but he was throwing his backpack over his shoulder before you could form a syllable, disappearing out the door with a slight stumble that almost sent him flying into your bedside table. You sighed softly at the fact he had completely ran away from you, realizing this would be a lot harder than you thought.
——
The next time you saw Heeseung was the following Thursday morning, despite wanting to immediately seek him out once you entered campus you thought it would be better if you have him a few days to calm himself down and lessen his nerves.
This plan didn’t seem to work considering he immediately stiffened up when he caught sight of you entering the classroom he was sat in, some lecture you didn’t bother checking the subject for, asking his friend Jake in passing where you could find him. He shifted awkwardly in his seat, the front row of course, and tried to avoid looking at you.
It didn’t work considering you stopped directly in front of him, eyeing the small girl who was sitting in the seat beside him until she was glancing up at the feeling of your stare and immediately faltering before getting up and going the row behind.
Heeseung sighed softly when you smiled at her and slid into the seat, scooting the chair slightly so you were closer to him.
“What are you doing here?” He sounded exhausted and completely thrown off, facing the front of the classroom and whispering out of the side of his mouth.
“Am I not allowed to attend a class?” You were whispering back to him, still holding your smile despite the fact he was refusing to look at you.
“So you’re interested in physical anthropology now?” His tone was sarcastic and he finally spared you a quick glance, faltering when he saw your smile and the way you leaned forward with your chin on your palm so you could be closer to him.
“Maybe I just wanted to see you.” You were shrugging softly and tapping your foot against his, staring at his clean tennis shoes for a second before looking back at him to see him holding his gaze on yours now.
He watched you for a few beats, you could tell he was holding his breath by the way his shoulders were tensed and then finally releasing in a small shuddered exhale. You raised an eyebrow at him and went to speak, stopping when his eyes dropped to your mouth for a second before he was flushing and going back to staring at the empty chalkboard.
You smiled softly at the realization he was clearly replaying the other day in his mind, more awkward than normal now that you’d caught him zoning out staring at your mouth.
The professor was coming in now and you stiffened slightly, Heeseung’s foot trapped under yours. For a second you considered staying and teasing him a bit further but considering you definitely weren’t supposed to be here and you were directly in the front row, you imagined it would be easier to just leave before you were removed.
You were gathering your bag, slipping the strap back over your shoulder as Heeseung watched you from the corner of his eye.
You leaned down towards him, letting your lips graze against his ear and trying not to laugh at the way a shiver wracked through his body as he clenched his pencil tighter.
“There’s a party tomorrow at Beomgyu’s place. You and your friends should come.” You didn’t give him the chance to say anything about your invitation, knowing he was most likely to decline while in your presence.
You could feel him watching you still as you turned to leave the classroom, waving slightly at the professor who was giving you a confused look.
——
“Wait, you’re actually thinking about going?” Sunghoon was raising a dark eyebrow as he sat up to look at his friend, not paying attention before but now on high alert as he tuned into the conversation. “Are you fucking insane?”
“Dude when has Heeseung ever been invited to a party by a girl.” Jake was rebutting and wrapping an arm around the mentions boys shoulders, shaking him slightly with an excited grin. “And she’s hot.”
Heeseung groaned softly and pushed his friends arm off of him, flopping on the couch and trying not to think too deeply about the reason his jaw clenched at Jake’s wording. He had decided to confide in them after your interaction in the classroom, leaving out the details of what happened in your dorm.
He could hear Jake’s mocking tone now, scolding him for running away from you the way he did.
“Yeah exactly. I mean no offense but do you not find it slightly suspicious that Y/N is suddenly interested in Heeseung?” Sunghoon was speaking slowly like he was worried about hurting his friends feelings, eyeing him carefully.
Heeseung didn’t say anything still, regretting bringing it up at all. He had blurted it out awkwardly after they’d questioned his red blushing face, still replaying the feeling of you whispering in his ear in a classroom full of gossiping peers.
“Hee is a smoke show dude, it’s about time ladies started to notice it.” Jake was shaking his head and pointing a stern finger towards the other two boys who were watching him from the couch.
Heeseung sighed again when his friend turned on his feet and disappeared into his closest, muttering something about making him look as sexy as possible for when he saw you. Sunghoon glanced over at him when he heard the small noise and raised an eyebrow.
“I can tell him to chill out if you want.” He was offering, noticing how tense the oldest boy looked.
“Do you really think she couldn’t like me?” It was slipping out before he even decided if he wanted to say it or not, wincing at how insecure and nervous his voice sounded and hoping Sunghoon didn’t pick up on how totally distraught over this he was.
He knew Sunghoon wouldn’t make fun of him like Jake but he felt embarrassed over being so inexperienced and awkward around girls still. He’d had bad experiences that only his friends really knew about and hadn’t really planned to ever make another attempt until you’d approached him, charming and devilish while smelling sweeter than any person he’d ever encountered.
Sunghoon seemed to finally notice that his protective behavior was furthering his friends insecurity and he sighed softly once more before patting him affectionately on the knee.
“Let’s get you dressed.”
——
Despite only coming to the party to see if Heeseung would come, you weren’t expecting much. You highly doubted he would actually attend or if he did he’d most likely not be okay being seen with you after the stunt you had pulled in the classroom.
So you were you completely, and uncharacteristically, frozen in the middle of the room when the crowd had slightly parted and you caught sight of him leaning against the wall. He was with his two friends again and you could still see the nervous twitch in his hands but his visual had taken a complete 180, almost not recognizing him for a split second.
You were making your way over there before he even realized you were approaching, eyes widening slightly when Sim Jake was nudging him in the ribs to get his attention and nodding his head towards you.
“Your glasses.” You breathed out once you were in speaking distance, almost toe to toe with him and staring at him with slightly amazed eyes. He awkwardly looked to his sides at his friends and Sunghoon cleared his throat before pushing off the wall and waiting for the other boy to join him.
“Hey.” Heeseung was greeting now that they were gone, trying to carry a casual tone despite the fact he was picking at the skin around his thumb.
You scanned down his outfit, tight ripped jeans with a simple black shirt tucked into the belt but he looked nothing like himself, missing his usual sweaters and loose fitted pants. Not to mention the most jarring part, his lack of glasses sat against his high nose.
“Are you… wearing eyeliner?” You were instinctively leaning forward to get a closer look, too invested and intrigued in his new look to realize how little space you were leaving between the two of you.
He stiffened at the fact you were swaying closer to him, your nose brushing against his for a second and your mouth twitched downwards at the fact his glasses weren’t hitting against your forehead anymore. He must’ve misread your reaction between he winced slightly and looked down towards his feet.
“You look sexy.” You blurted out when you realized his insecure expression, your hand coming to grip his arm and trying not to look down at the feeling of his bare skin under your palm, forgetting about his top of choice.
“D-do I?” He was muttering out and then quickly clearing his throat and attempting to steady his expression. “Do I?”
“Can you see?” You ignored his ask for reassurance and smiled a little bit, sliding over so your back was against the wall too and your shoulders were pressed together.
He tensed again at the way you moved away which causes you to furrow your brows, assuming he would have rather you not be all over him in case anybody was starting to pay attention to the two of you. You nudged him softly with your hand to try and bring his attention back to what you were asking him.
“No, not really.” He flushed as he said it, embarrassed to be admitting that he had forgone one of his senses just to look nice.
“You’re not missing much.” You mumbled back to him, looking out into the surging crowd and scanning the faces, some familiar and some empty and blending together the longer you watched. “Other than a few girls eyeing you.”
“Seriously?” He was glancing over at you with an interested expression and you scoffed while turning your head to face him better, eyes dipping down to his mouth for a second before meeting his gaze again. He seemed more relaxed now and he was smirking slightly while looking at you.
“Oh so you’re interested?” You teased him back, liking the fact he wasn’t immediately looking away from you at the soft purr seeping into your voice.
“Not necessarily.” He was answering swiftly and your stomach swooped at the familiar breathiness in his tone.
You were turning towards him more and he was looking at you with low eyes, stiffening slightly when your hand was coming back up to rest against his arm. You were softly touching his skin before dragging your hand down towards his wrist, squeezing it tightly and pressing against the bone there. He squirmed against the wall but didn’t say anything, looking at you with a curious expression that was slowly merging into the one he had after you kissed him.
You could tell he was thinking about it judging by the way his eyes kept darting around your face, seemingly not even realizing the way he was instinctively leaning towards you.
“Who did your makeup?” You were asking him in a quiet tone and it took a second for him to respond, not registering your voice at first considering how transfixed he was by your presence. “Was it Jake?”
He was nodding softly at your suggested answer, looking sheepish again at the reminder of his changed appearance. You were humming under your breath before letting go of his wrist, bringing your thumb up to your mouth and wetting it slightly with a flick of your tongue. He watched you in amazement as you brought your wet digit to his face, carefully cleaning up the messy lines.
Your other hand was also coming up to his face to cup his jaw in an attempt to keep him still so you could avoid poking him. He held his breath the entire time you were touching him, gently wiping your wet thumb along his waterline and giving him a more smudged and smokey look rather than the amateurish lines his friend had attempted.
When you pulled back from his face, he remained still as he watched you with an almost drunk gaze, completely floored by your actions.
“Would you let me kiss you?” You were whispering to him, just barely reaching his ears over the loud music and the crowd talking and laughing but he managed to catch it and he glanced behind your shoulder awkwardly like he was afraid somebody was watching.
“Not here.” He whispered back nervously like he thought you’d get upset. A small pang of hurt hit your chest but you tried to ignore it, knowing your reputation was your own doing and nobody else’s fault.
He hadn’t declined your proposition however and that fact didn’t miss you, grabbing his wrist again and tugging him gently off the wall so he could be dragged behind you as you made your way out of the main section of the house and towards one of the halls. You passed by his friends on the way out and you ignored the glare Park Sunghoon sent in your direction.
You entered a dark room in silence and he was flustered for a moment when you immediately pushed him against the nearest hard surface and kissed him, not giving him any time to panic or hesitate before he was attempting to unfreeze and kiss you back.
The kiss was deep and filthy and you felt a pull in your stomach at the way he dipped down slightly, knees going weak at the feeling of you pressed against him. You pulled back for a second to look at him, only slightly able to see his face in the dark and you almost frowned again at his lack of eyewear.
“Wear your glasses next time.” You instructed him in a breathy tone, stern in your words even as you leaned forward so your front was completely pressed against his.
“N-next time? Yeah.. yeah I will, I promise.” He was nodding earnestly and you smiled slightly at the giddiness in his voice at the prospect of you both continuing to meet like this.
You were kissing him again to try and distract yourself from how cute you found him, how much you liked the way he reacted to you and the charming carelessness he carried once he was comfortable. It’d been a long time since you were interested in somebody but you were going to steel up and remember that this was simply a challenge, nothing more.
He was doing his best to kiss you back and you could feel his chest rising and falling against yours, his hands resting against the wall to try and keep himself standing upright. Yours were traveling down his stomach until you could grab the belt loops of his pants and tug him off the wall slightly, turning your bodies in a circle so you were pressed against a solid surface instead.
He let out a small gasp and pulled back for a second to see where you had moved to, eyeing you curiously when you finally flicked on the lights and he realized you were inside a small bathroom.
You kissed him one more time briefly before raising yourself up onto the marble sink, pulling him forward again by his pants and laughing softly when you heard him shriek a little at the sudden movement. You trapped him between your legs and held his face softly, watching his big eyes for a second before kissing him deeply again.
“You can touch me.” You were whispering into his mouth when you realized his hands were nervously clutching onto the counter, warm mouth moving down to kiss against his jawline.
“R-right.” He was nodding but not making any move to do so, stiffening slightly when you started to suck on his neck softly, one of your hands tangled in the back of his previous styled hair.
When you bit down slightly on his tan skin, he was finally moving. He instinct lurched forward with a groan and gripped onto the closest thing, which happened to be just above your knee. He seemed like he wanted to flinch back once he felt your skin under his hold but he didn’t, taking a deep breath and keeping it there.
“Don’t be nervous.” You mumbled against his neck and you tightened your legs that were around his waist, pulling him closer so he was flushed against your lower half. “It’s just me.”
You were moving your mouth back up to kiss him again and he sighed into, leaning forward against you so you swayed backwards slightly and you felt your head pressing against the mirror placed behind you. He was pulling back to look down at you, staying pressed against you so the two of you were breathing into each others mouths.
“You have no idea how nervous that makes me.” He was speaking in a low breathy tone and your stomach dipped at how dark his eyes had gotten, still awkward but definitely feeling the effects of being around you now.
“I want you.” You tried your best to reassure him despite it not being something you usually ever did, curling your hand in his hair slightly just enough so he could feel the pull. His hand was sliding up from your knee slowly but he completely skipped your thigh, hesitantly placing it against your waist.
He was nodding slowly and surprising you by initiating another kiss, his big hand tightening around your hip bone like he didn’t even mean to do it. You hummed softly against him and spread your legs more so he could keep pressing against you.
You could feel him getting more desperate the longer you kissed, licking into your mouth and letting out small little needy whines while trying to remain quiet in case anybody passed by drunkenly looking for the restroom. When you first rolled your hips against him, he was completely faltering and he released a small shout into the kiss, freezing up at the overwhelming feeling.
You waited for a few seconds before doing it again, trying to encourage him to grind himself against you, clearly able to feel how hard he was just from kissing.
He took a while to follow your silent instructions but the pleasure overwhelmed his ability to think straight and he forgot about his insecurities for just a moment, his hips stuttering into yours as he groaned lowly at the feeling. You were moving your foot up on the counter so your legs were completely spread and tugging his hair again in an attempt to encourage his movement.
Heeseung was hesitantly fucking himself against you, losing focus and completely forgetting about the fact you were kissing, his hand kneading against your side almost painfully. He was pulling his head back away from your mouth and lowering his forehead onto your shoulder instead, more groans falling from his lips.
“That’s good baby.” Your voice was breathy and you were nodding even though he couldn’t see it, your hand holding his hair tightly from where he was resting in your neck. “Does it feel good?”
“F-feels.. fuck.” He trailed off after that and you almost laughed at how wrecked he sounded, hearing him swear for the first time from how overwhelmed he was getting.
You could imagine how he must be feeling, how addicting it would be to go from never being kissed to suddenly experiencing pleasure so intense for the first time. He would most likely do anything you wished here in this lowly lit bathroom, including helping you succeed in winning the challenge.
He was pulling his head up for a second to look at you, eyes watery and affectionate before he was surging forward for another amateurish kiss and you responded quickly, feeling guilty for your line of thinking and deciding that if you were going to win then it wasn’t going to be somewhere this desperate. Despite only being a pawn in your ego filled game, Heeseung was still a person and deserved better than a quick fuck on top of a bathroom sink.
“Let me help you cum and then let’s go back to your dorm.” You were whispering into his mouth, hands moving down out of his hair to fidget with the metal button of his jeans and he was stiffening up.
You looked at him in confusion when he was gripping your wrist tightly, stopping you from unbuttoning his pants and awkwardly avoiding looking at you. At first you assumed he was just uncomfortable with taking it further and you were fully prepared to back off until you noticed how red his neck and face were getting, embarrassment and shame rolling off him in waves.
“Oh.” You accidentally let the exclamation fall from your lips, mouth parting in shock at the realization he had came in his pants despite you not even touching him.
He was backing up from you quickly at the sound and clenching his fist together with anxiety, not looking at you and instinctively bringing a hand up to fidget with his glasses even though they weren’t there. You didn’t say anything for a few seconds out of shock, watching him panic.
“That’s okay.” You were attempting to reassure him but you could tell the damage was already done judging by the disbelieving glare he sent you, shaking his head and biting the inside of his cheek like he was trying to stop himself from crying. “Heeseung, it’s fine seriously.”
He didn’t say anything else but he was giving you a heavy glance, eyes upset and frustrated at himself before he was taking a deep shuddering breath and turning to walk out the door, leaving you awkwardly sat on the counter top still trying to catch your breath.
You unfroze after a few seconds and went to go and follow after him, surprising yourself as you ignored people’s questioning stares at your worried expression as you stood on your tiptoes and tried to find him inside the crowd. You were having no luck and you figured he must’ve just left completely until you spotted one of his friends standing by himself in the kitchen, refilling his cup. You made your way over to him quickly.
“Park.” Your voice was raised so he could hear you over the music and he turned at the sound with a raised eyebrow, face hardening in worry when he realized who it was that said his name. “Did you see where Heeseung went?”
“What happened?” He was rushing out and his face softened in concern, reaching down into his pocket to grab his phone and you assumed he was texting or calling the boy. “What did you say?”
You were slightly offended that he assumed you had hurt his friends feelings before remembering the whole reason you were messing around with him in the first place, leaning over his shoulder to try and see the text message he was sending Heeseung. He glared and turned his phone screen away from your nosy eyes which made you sigh.
“I didn’t say anything.” You spat out at him, glaring back in his direction and crossing your arms. “It’s none of your business what happened but I really didn’t do anything.”
He was sighing and putting his phone back into his pocket. “He’s leaving with Jake.” You were nodding and turning to leave him alone but him clearing his throat stopped you and you glanced back at him in confusion. “Whatever you’re doing, I really hope you’re not messing with him. He’s been through a lot and I don’t know if he could handle it.”
You tried to keep your expression stony, knowing that he was particularly perceptive and he’d definitely catch the flash of guilt passing through you if you let it show even slightly. You didn’t say anything and his eyes grew more suspicious at your silence, shaking his head in disappointment and wandering off before you had the chance to.
——
You showed up to classes early the next Monday, standing in front of Heeseung’s first one of the morning and waiting patiently for him to arrive so you could talk to him.
You caught sight of him not too long after you got there, walking in with Jake and Yang Jungwon. He immediately froze when he saw you and his eyes widened, turning around swiftly to try and go back down the hallway but he was stopped by his friends holding his arms tightly and walking him towards you.
“Delivery for Y/N.” Jake was smiling at you when they approached with him captured and you gave him a sheepish one in return, feeling slightly awkward with the way the other two boys were eyeing you with excitement. It wasn’t like you to get easily embarrassed but you weren’t sure how much they knew about you.
They were ditching him with a pat on the back and a knowing look, disappearing into the classroom and leaving you stood in the hallway with a frozen Heeseung.
“Hey.” You were mumbling to him and he glanced up at you, cheeks already reddening despite the fact you didn’t say anything of substance yet. You were tucking your hair behind your ear uncomfortably and he stiffened up at the realization you were also feeling embarrassed for once.
“I’m sorry.” He was rushing out and shaking his head, looking around the hallway like he was worried somebody was going to overhear him. “I made a total fool out of myself and I get it if you never want to see me again.”
“Heeseung.” You cut off his rambling abruptly and gestured around yourself with a raised eyebrow. “I’m awake way too early and stood outside a class I don’t take… I think it’s pretty clear I don’t mind seeing you.”
He reddened more at that but for different reasons now, complete struck and confused by the fact that somebody as charming and experienced as you would want to spend time with him even after he’d came in his pants like a 14 year old boy. He itched the back of his neck nervously and you watched his glasses slide down his nose, smiling softly without realizing you were.
“Not too happy about being left in the bathroom of a shitty frat party.” You made sure you kept your voice light and teasing despite the actual hurt you’d felt that night, tugging down your skirt and awkwardly pushing past drunk college students to call a cab home.
“I’m sorry.” He was mumbling but he sounded honest, taking a step closer to you at the look on your face and you gave him another smile, reaching forward to grip onto his sweater sleeve before glancing around the way he always did when you interacted.
However this time was different apparently considering he was keeping his eyes down at you, not caring who saw the two of you talking at such a close distance. He felt stupid for last night and being so wary about being around you in public, for doubting your intentions just because you had a poor reputation. You were smiling at him and holding his wrist gently in your hands, forgetting your reasoning for coming here for a moment.
Movement behind him was catching your attention and you moved your gaze around his tall shoulder, freezing completely when you caught sight of a few of your “friends” laughing and snickering meanly as they watched the two of you interact. You were dropping his hand and his eyebrows furrowed, following your line of sight and awkwardly shifting when he saw the people watching you.
“Are they your friends?” He was whispering to you, sensing how uncomfortable you were and also remembering how little he actually knew about you. He was slightly intimidated by your friends and their habits but he’d felt the same about you before he got to know you more, almost waving at them until you were grabbing his arm again to stop him.
“No, they’re not.” You were sternly shaking your head when he looked back at you with a confused glance, remembering them sitting beside you at the party where you’d first talked.
You felt sickness in your stomach when one of the girls nudged the others with her sharp elbow and gave you a knowing look, starting to approach the two of you. You recalled her being the one at the party who said she’d attempted to get with Heeseung before and he rejected her, fearing what her ego and pride would cause her to say to him now.
“Hey Y/N.” She was smiling when she got closer, the others trailing behind, but her grin was mean and telling. She had trouble growing in her eyes and you didn’t like the way she started at the tall boy who was getting more uncomfortable by the second, sending you panicked gazes as he realized her tone wasn’t friendly. “Is it going well then? Did you do it?”
“Wonyoung.” You were warning her with a shake of your head, squeezing Heeseung’s wrist without meaning to. Normally she listened to you well, whether it was because respect or fear, but you could tell she was picking up on the emotion in your eyes and using your rare show of vulnerability to her advantage.
“Do what?” Heeseung was whispering from beside you and you could feel his gaze on you, only asking you and not paying the other girl any attention.
You didn’t respond to him but you sighed softly and squeezed your eyes shut for a moment, stomach turning painfully as you tried to think of a way out of this situation. Sunghoon’s words from the other night were ringing in your head and it was coupled with the soft look Heeseung had given you before kissing you again.
“So no then?” She was pouting and kissing her teeth softly like she was disappointed, a low hiss dragging out and filling the heavy silence that was taking over everytime somebody stopped speaking. “You could always give up you know, if he’s playing hard to get.”
It was clear what she was talking about now and you felt Heeseung stiffen in your hold, you wanted to drop his hand but you couldn’t move your body in fear of giving anything away or seeing his reaction. You could hear his breath catching in his throat in realization and you started to shake your head but he was tugging his arm away from you and taking a few steps backwards.
You finally looked at him and your expression crumbled at the look on his face, partially hurt and disgusted but you could tell he mainly felt embarrassed and humiliated for thinking you actually had liked him, his eyes darting all around and cowering away from the amused looks of the people gathered around Wonyoung like he was afraid of them.
“Hee.” You were breathing out, surprising yourself at how quiet and weak your voice was coming out.
The sound of you talking seemed to snap him out of his panic and he gave you one more heavy look, eyes watery and clenching his jaw before he was turning on his heel and disappearing down the hallway.
“He’s missing a class? I guess he’s experiencing at least one of his first times.” She was chiming out and the group behind her let out approving laughs, sounding ridiculous and practiced in a way that made your lip snarl up in disgust.
“Why the fuck would you do that?” You were spitting out at her and shoving her shoulder slightly, fear flashing through her face for just a second before it was hardening back into a mean glare as she sneered down at you.
“Did you forget what you are to us? What you were doing with him in the first place?” Her words were direct and harsh, confirming your initial worries that they hadn’t actual ever cared about you outside of needing some entertainment. “Don’t tell me you actually managed to like him?”
She said it like it was something ridiculous, like he was impossible to have feelings for or rather you were incapable of feeling things towards anybody and you felt sick again at the realization she was right.
You had started to like Heeseung, way more than you had even realized until he was walking away from you and giving you such a broken look. You’d never felt this terrible about hurting somebody before and you would’ve immediately chased after him if it wasn’t for the anger coursing through you keeping you rooted to your spot.
“Don’t talk about him again.” You were spitting at her, taking a step closer and her eyes looked hesitant for a second like she had just realized how serious you were about this. “Don’t even look at him I mean it, all of you. Leave the both of us alone.”
You expected her to say something else, to not let you go that easy but she seemed surprised by how genuinely upset you were, not used to you actually caring about the people or situations they challenged you to put yourself in messy environments with.
You were turning and following down the hallway before you could think about it more, picking up speed until you were almost in a jog although you were pretty positive he was long gone by now. When you pushed outside a cold chill ran through you and you sighed softly at the barren campus, his long legs and habit of running away giving him the advantage.
It was embarrassing how upset you were getting, your eyes watering now as you decided to just head back to your dorm, wiping your teary eyes with your sleeves and keeping your head down incase anybody walked past.
——
A few hours of wallowing in your own self pity and you quickly realized how absolutely idiotic you were, not even capable of texting him and asking to talk considering you’d been so inconsiderate you’d never even asked him for his number. He had little social media which didn’t surprise you and you almost messaged one of his friends out of desperation but decided against it knowing they most likely were already wishing you the worst.
It was extremely rare Heeseung ever missed a class and you imagined they’d been weirded out enough to pry the truth out of him, hating you more than they already had.
You hadn’t even realized you’d fallen asleep, tightly laid in your bed trying to pretend the day hadn’t happened and going over every possible way to get Heeseung’s trust back. You must’ve dozed off considering you were waking up in a jolt at the sound of rough knocks on your door.
You were frozen for a few seconds in tired confusion before you were rushing to get up and answer the door, briefly catching the clock on the wall alerting you to the fact it was the middle of the night. You felt anxious swinging the door open, knowing it must be important if they were here this late but you froze when you saw who it was standing at your door.
Or more accurately, crumpled in a messy ball on your door mat. Heeseung’s large frame was slumped down on the dirty cement and for a second you thought he might be unconscious until he was picking his head up, eyes hazy with big tears streaming down his red cheeks. He let out a small sob when he saw you looking down at him with worry and you crouched down quickly.
“Hee, what happened?” You were rushing out although you had a pretty good idea, your hands coming up to rub his back gently knowing there was no point in attempting to lift him off the ground. “Are you drunk?”
He was shaking his head to say no but you could smell the alcohol rolling off of him in waves, heavy and gross like he’d been drinking for quite some time before ending up at your door. Your heart ached again thinking about him uncharacteristically getting wasted because how badly you’d upset him. “Can you stand up?”
“Why don’t you l-like me?” He was hiccuping out and totally ignoring what you were requesting from him, gripping onto your arms that were still trying to gently rub his back and he was looking up at you with his big round eyes full of fat tears.
“Heeseung.” You were sighing softly and not answering him, patting him on the back slightly to try and keep his attention on what you were originally saying. “Come inside with me and then we can talk, we don’t want anybody to complain.”
He clearly wasn’t coherent enough to comprehend the second half of what you said but he perked up at the idea of being invited inside, using the support of your doorway and your body to stand to his fully height, wobbling slightly as you helped him inside and lowered him down onto your bed. You tried not to think about the last time he was in here, watching him with tired eyes and frowning.
You were reaching down into his pant pockets to try and find his cellphone, feeling slightly sick at the soft cries he was still letting out as he drunkenly lost control of his emotions. You finally found it and pulled it out, swiping up the screen and pleased to see he didn’t have a password set.
“W-what are you doing?” He was mumbling out as he tried to watched you, not able to keep his head still. You sat beside him so he could see what you were doing on his screen, not saying anything when he rested his head gently against your shoulder. “Jake?”
“Yeah baby, I’m calling Jake.” You sighed softly and rubbed his knee for a second, trying to calm down his sniffles before you called his friend and accidentally caused a panic at the sound of him blabbering in the background.
“Why can’t I stay with you?” He was asking and his voice cracked in pain, the smell of liquor on his breath making you wince. “You d-don’t like me.” He was repeating what he had asked you earlier and shaking his head against your shoulder.
“I do like you.” You eventually managed to say, knowing he most likely wouldn’t remember this conversation in the morning anyways. He didn’t stop crying but he didn’t say anything else for a few moments, just leaning his weight against you as you held his phone and contemplated what to do. He watched as you pressed the call button and didn’t say anything else.
“Dude, where the fuck did you go?” Jake’s voice was slurring through the phone on the second ring, clearly worried and searching for the older boy. “Heeseung?”
“It’s Y/N.” You awkwardly interjected and the silence was heavy. You could vaguely hear him repeat your name to somebody and you assumed he was telling Sunghoon who it was on the other line. “He was outside my door, I don’t know how he got here.”
“We’re on our way.” Jake sighed back but he sounded more frustrated now, maybe at himself for letting his friend drunkenly crawl back to the person who had hurt him so bad. Heeseung cried harder again when he heard his friends comment from where he was laying against you and Jake didn’t say anything for a second at the sound.
“He doesn’t want to go.” You explained in an awkward whisper, not wanting to get in between whatever agreement they had come to about you.
You knew you deserved the harsh tone of his voice and the prolonged silence over the phone while he decided what to do, holding your breath and waiting despite not being too sure yourself what you wanted his answer to be. He was clearing his throat suddenly and Heeseung perked up at the sound.
“I can drop by in the morning and grab him.” He was letting out slowly and he sounded hesitant, Heeseung nuzzling against your neck contently at his friends words. “If that’s okay with you?”
“Yeah.” You were rushing out before you even realized you were speaking, squeezing the boys knee again when he hugged your free arm that wasn’t holding up the phone. “That’s no problem. Thanks Jake.”
Your words had a double meaning and you had no doubt the other boy had picked up on the relief in your voice, humming softly before whispering a goodbye and hanging up the phone. You kept it against your ear for a few seconds longer before turning it off and placing it gently down on your bedside table, looking over at its owner.
He was watching you with a saddened expression and you gave him a smile that didn’t meet your eyes, eyeing his outfit and lack of glasses.
“I lost them.” He mumbled when he noticed you looking, able to hold contact with you better considering he was wasted and not able to see properly. You felt relieved he had somehow managed to safely get to your dorm in this state, thinking about asking him but realizing he probably didn’t even remember. “Sunghoon said I should try to have fun.”
“Did you?” Your voice cracked as you asked him although you already knew what his answer would be.
“Did you ever like me?” He was ignoring your question and spinning it back on you, his eyes sad again even though he had stopped sobbing after getting confirmation he was allowed to spend the night.
You considered not answering him, already having a difficult time admitting it to yourself let alone telling him so directly. Liking him meant explaining yourself, having to tell him why you had talked to him in the first place and just blindly hope he would trust you enough to believe it had become real for you along the way despite having no reason to think you were telling the truth.
“I do like you.” You told him sternly, ignoring how uncomfortable it felt to express your feelings so directly.
He deserved to know it was possible for somebody to like him, he deserved far better than you and the games you had played with him for the amusement of other people.
“I’m not that drunk.” He was shaking his head, potentially figuring out that you were being so honest under the guise he would forget it all in the morning. “We started drinking forever again, I’m just a lightweight I think. I was just upset.”
You could tell he was under exaggerating a little bit considering how he was still rocking back and forth slightly and his eyes were red and glossy but now that he had calmed down he was definitely more coherent, the alcohol just helping him speak more confidently rather than put him in a totally messy blacked out state.
“Ask me again tomorrow then.” You were telling him softly and turning to face him better, cupping his cheeks in your hands and giving him a sad smile.
He seemed to notice the slight tears in your eyes and the heavy guilt you were feeling for hurting him this bad and he stayed silent for a few beats, watching you like he was trying to decide what to say. His drunk mind had brought him back to you but you weren’t sure if he’d want to stay once he was thinking more clearly.
“And you’ll say it again then?” He was eventually asking you and the familiar hint of insecurity was seeping into his voice again.
You knew you’d made it worse, added onto whatever issues the situations he’d dealt with in the past had created but you felt deep in your heart that if he would give you another chance, if he decided tomorrow this was worth a shot, you’d spend as long as he’d allow you trying to fix the damage done.
“I’ll say it for as long as you let me.” You were whispering back to him and his face softened slightly, lips twitching up in a small grin as he nodded softly and let you wipe the remaining wetness from his eyes.
The two of you crawled into your small bed together, clumsily helping him out of his uncomfortable clothes and not feeling any sensual energy whilst carrying out the domestic act, just laughing together under your breaths as you tried your hardest to get him out of his tight jeans.
You were tucking in underneath your blanket, the unfamiliarity of having somebody in your bed with you being overwhelmed by the comfort his presence brought you, his hair messily sprawled against your favorite pillow and looking at you with low and tired eyes. You weren’t sure if he’d feel this content in the morning, if he only accepted your words because the high in his system or the longing he felt for you due to his own sadness.
But you were happy with your situation for now, knowing that if you needed to do it all again for him tomorrow you would. Continuing on for as long as he needed, for as long as he’d let you.
— summary : jake, jay and sunghoon have been friends for so long that they have everything in common- they even like the same girl! they aren't sure who initially started the bet on which one of them could get you to fall for them first- but they do know that they will stop at nothing to make sure one of them wins. how will you manage to pick just one of them?
— updated : october 16th 2022
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0. PROLOGUE
release date : friday august 12, 2022 @ 10pm EST
— jay takes the lead (HIS PROFILE)
➤ summary : smart boy jay wants to take his turn first by inviting you over to his house to study, he'll show you how much of a good girl you are for studying so well, and hopefully, you'll take his compliments to the heart.
release date : sunday, september 18th 2022, @ 10pm EST
bet?
— you complete mess (HIS PROFILE)
➤ summary : sunghoon, the co-captain of the rugby team is cocky and confident- almost too cocky and confident. you want to bring his ego down a little bit before you go any further. will this make sunghoon lose the bet, or is it just to more of his advantage?
release date : sunday, october 16th, 2022 @ 10pm EST
bet?
— change up! (HIS PROFILE)
➤ summary : you haven't hung out with your childhood friend jake in a while, thankfully your parents feel the same and invite his family over for dinner. you two will just stick to the same pg activities when you bring him up to your bedroom, unless...
➤ jake+reader | smut, angst, fluff, PWP | includes : degradation, breath play? (he covers y/n's mouth), more tbd
release date : tbd
bet?
— parts left to meet
➤ summary : their secret bet is revealed, and now it's time for you to pick the winner, but don't worry, they'll help you decide with one final act.
➤ jake+sunghoon+jay x reader | smut, fluff, angst, PWP | includes : foursomes obvi
warnings: y/n has a vulva, she/her pronouns used. fivesome (y/n centric); sub!y/n, needy soft dom!heeseung, possessive soft dom!jay, hard dom!sunghoon, jake is just happy to be here; mentions of slight pain and discomfort in regards to taking dick (all consensual and y/n enjoys some pain with her pleasure in this); oral (m receiving); fingering (y/n receiving); praise (“good girl” etc.), some degradation (one mention of the words “dummy” and “slut”); y/n gets passed around; orgasm denial; multiple orgasms; overstimulation; ass slaps and pussy spanking; spitroasting; vaginal double penetration; mentions of anal play; unprotected sex; creampies; squirting; jay is kinda on his no homo shit for a second but this is just me attempting to be funny.
word count: 7.6k
read the drabble that prequels this story first.
it’s a lucky coincidence that jay, heeseung, jake and sunghoon are all free to reap their winnings on friday of the same week.
on most days you like to complain about how quickly time seems to be running through your fingers these days, weeks passing in a blink of an eye while your hookups with jay are rare between his hectic schedule and your busy life - you usually want time to slow down.
but now friday can’t come fast enough.
with the younger members all preoccupied with their own schedules for the evening there is no one that could disrupt your plans you have with jay, heeseung, jake and sunghoon for the evening.
you’re excited, just the thought alone - the challenge of taking all four of them at once - has you shaking in anticipation for them all the way from your apartment to their shared dorm.
however heeseung seems to be the only one home when he lets opens the front door for you, mumbling something about taking different cars and offering you a glass of water.
admittedly it’s a bit awkward, sitting side by side on the couch in the living area - not because you don’t know heeseung or don’t know how to talk to him, but because of the tension palpable in the air from the knowledge that both of you share: only minutes from now, heeseung and his friends are going to have you, jay’s fuckbuddy who’s secretly been craving all of them.
and you’re ready for it, were ready for it even before jay strong armed you into this ridiculous, unwinnable bet. you have been fucking around with jay for a while now and it works, this playful, risky dynamic you have with each other. but it would be a lie to say you had never fantasized about the other members. especially heeseung, those thoughts come back to you know as you watch him watch you nervously sip on your water - thoughts about how his sweetness and cockiness might translate in the bedroom, wondering what it would be like to ride his thighs and how his pretty voice would sound when you’d make him cum.
heeseung seems to have had similar thoughts throughout your mutual silence because as soon as you finish your glass of water, he takes it from your hand and sets it on the floor next to the couch, scooting closer until his thighs are touching yours. then he’s turning his body, leaning into your space and crowding you in, his sparkly eyes almost begging even when he confidently breathes “if i asked you to suck me off right now, would you?”
you hesitate for a moment.
“we probably should wait for the others,” you hum, not able to take your eyes off the way heeseung’s tongue wets his lower lip. you don’t want to wait.
heeseung must sense it in your timid response. “i mean, first come first serve, right?” he insists, leaning in further until his nose almost touches yours. with anyone else it might be strange to talk like that, but with heeseung it only serves to make his next words more intimate. “we’re all going to fuck you, you know. please. i’m going to go crazy soon if i don’t finally feel those lips on me.”
the slight shift in his tone, the neediness, the implication that he was yearning for you just the way you’ve been yearning for him - it’s enough to make you press your thighs together when your arousal makes itself noticeable again with a dull pulse of your cunt. you want to suck him off right now, there’s no denying it. and you fear heeseung knows it too by the way his lips pull into a smirk while he watches your expression change. fuck. he’s got you.
as soon as you nod, heeseung’s right hand comes up to rest at your shoulder. for a second you think he’ll pull you in for a kiss, but you quickly realize that he’s applying the slightest amount of pressure to guide you away from his face and onto the floor infront of him. you happily oblige, not at all deterred by the lack of romance - by now you’re already desperate for a taste.
heeseung wastes no time ridding himself of his jeans and boxers, sitting back down on the couch with his heavy cock starting to fill out between his wide spread thighs just from watching you settle onto your knees between his legs with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.
you take a second to appreciate what you have in front of you too, touching his thighs, his clenched abdomen, gently playing with with his heavy sack before you wrap a hand around him and lick the very tip of his hardening cock. he feels nice in your hand, warm and heavy. heeseung seems to like the feeling too, letting out a sigh when your tongue passes over him again. when you peek up at him to gauge his reactions, you’re met with his dark, heavy lidded eyes watching you slowly feed the first couple of inches of him into your mouth with a satisfied smirk and resting his hands behind his head - the definition of cocky and relaxed.
he’s so hot and you feel sticky wetness pool between your legs, but you ignore the sensation and put your free hand on heeseung’s firm thigh for leverage as you start bobbing your head. you go up and down a couple of times, getting used to the sensation until your lips meet the ring of your fingers at the base of his cock. “yeah, just like that,” heeseung breathes. “take it deeper.” you obey, taking him into your throat with a wet sound, your hand trailing down from his thigh to play with his heavy balls. pulling your head back a bit you focus your lips and tongue on the upper half of his erection while your hands work the rest and pulling small appreciative hums from heeseung.
“oh shit, you’re even better at this than i imagined. no wonder jay likes bragging about you, fuck.”
heeseung basically melts into the couch when you suction your mouth around his thick cock, letting out a deep sigh for you that winds up into a gasp when you renew your efforts, drooling all over his girth, then slurping him back inside the depths of your mouth until you can’t help but gag.
you missed the front door opening, but just when you try to pull back a bit to catch your breath you hear the others pile into the room. when you try to pull away and turn around to greet them, heeseung quickly keeps you in place between his thighs with one hand at the back of your head though, causing you to choke around his cock in surprise. you push through it, trying to ignore the burning in your nose and the back of your throat as tears threaten to spill. the wetness between your thighs becomes almost unbearable now that you know you’re being watched, cunt throbbing dully every time heeseung’s fingers shift in your hair and he applies more gentle pressure at the back of your head.
“oh, what the fuck,” jay groans, voice gravelly with half annoyance half arousal. “we were supposed to— she is my— why would you—“
“i’m the oldest, i get to go first,” heeseung responds to jay’s spluttered complaint. “oh, now he suddenly cares about his status,” sunghoon snorts. heeseung just grunts in lieu of an answer when you take him deeper all by yourself again. “good girl,” he directs at you and you feel the pulse between your thighs pick up speed, an insistent, maddening knocking. “you make me feel so fucking good. it’s like you’re made for sucking cock, fuck.” there’s another breathy moan that forces itself from his throat and heeseung doesn’t even try to surpress it, not deterred in the slightest by the younger members now watching you service him.
“i can’t believe how much you’re enjoying yourself,” sunghoon teases. “ah, heeseung, the faces you make are fucking weird.”
“then look away,” heeseung breathes, clearly unfazed. you open your bleary eyes a bit, just to find that heeseung has his closed, head tilted back against the headrest and mouth hanging open with the gasps that have his chest heaving in the rhythm of your mouth moving up and down his cock.
“sh-shit,” heeseung grunts when you’re halfway down his cock again, struggling to keep your cheeks hollowed for his pleasure “don’t move, stay just like that, let me take over.”
dead set on being good you still obediently, relaxing your throat in anticipation and mentally preparing yourself to hold your breath.
heeseung still has one hand holding your head in place when he start lifting his hips up to meet your face, lodging his cock deeper than you have ever taken him, his thighs spread wide and feet firmly planted on the ground as he starts fucking your throat in earnest, nothing on his mind but chasing his release.
it doesn’t take long until heeseung’s other hand joins his first one at the back of your head, holding you down with a vice grip he cums, cutting off your airflow as your nose pressed is against is abdomen. you feel his whole body go rigid beneath you when the first spurt of cum coats the back of your tongue and you fight not to choke while he moans out your name, the prettiest sound that makes you soak through your panties in an instant.
once heeseung has made sure you’ve swallowed every drop of his cum he relewses you, pulling his boxers and jeans back up and waiting until you’ve wiped your face and caught your breath. then he pats the couch next to him and you scramble to sit down, hyperaware of your arousal sticking your underwear to your cunt when your thighs brush his again.
suddenly too shy to meet heeseung’s eye you opt for looking at the other guys. you see that jake is already palming himself over his shorts, teeth sunken into his bottom lip in concetration, almost looking ready to bust. when he notices you staring at him he releases his poor lip to suggest: “do you guys want to make a circle around her and whoever comes last-“
“boo,” sunghoon interrupts flatly. “yeah, boo! why are you so uncreative?” heeseung adds. “it’s not about being creative, it’s about having fun,” jake pouts. “i’ve never been done any of this before.”
“we’re going to fuck her properly,” jay decides, “one after the other.” “or are you already too desperate to do that?” sunghoon throws in, teasing. “no, no i’m good,” jake insists, color rushing to his face. “i can totally wait, no worries.”
jay nods and sits down on the other side of you on the couch. you’re already used to jay’s foreplay, but you still shiver when he noses along the column of your throat, lips latching underneath your jaw as he quickly rids you of your bottoms and they all stare at a string of your wetness stretching from your hole to the bottom of your panties before snapping soiling the couch in an embarrassing sticky trail.
“you like sucking dick that much?” sunghoon asks, grinning when you nod timidly, flustered. “fucking perfect,” jake mumbles. heeseung just smiles but you see him adjusting his spent cock seconds later.
jay uses two fingers to part your folds, opening your wet hole up for jake and sunghoon to see. your hands curl into the material of the couch when you clench hard around nothing, a new dribble of arousal leaking from your entrance down onto the furniture below your bare ass. you suck in a sharp breath when jay suddenly starts curling his fingers inside of you, only to release the air with a shaky whine when heeseung leans over to rub gentle circles against your engorged clit. you knew you had gotten riled up just from sucking heeseung off and being watched by the other members, but the unexpected intensity of their touches on your sensitive cunt still send shockwaves of pleasure through your body. “don’t cum yet,” jay hisses against your neck before reattaching his lips onto your skin again, biting all the way down to your collar bones and pulling the skin between his teeth until it stings. jake is back to palming himself, watching your lips part with desperate moans while you writhe between heeseung and jay. meanwhile sunghoon’s eyes are fixed inbetween your obscenely spread legs, focusing on the place where your sopping hole clenches around three of jay’s fingers, sucking his digits back in with an embarrassing squelching sound whenever he pulls them back out before hooking them back up into your warm walls until you feel the pleasure steadily building towards something more beneath jay and heeseung’s talented hands.
“since heeseung already got off, jay has been fucking her for way too long anyways and jake can wait… i call dibs on being first to take her cunt,” sunghoon says. despite some annoyed huffs, the others can’t really argue with his logic.
heeseung stops rubbing your clit in favor of getting you out of your top too, fingers dwindling around your nipples until they harden under his touch. jay spreads his fingers wide - stretching you out for sunghoon’s cock now - then pistons them in and out at a faster speed, smirking against your neck when your hips start meeting his hand while he’s showing off how pliant your pussy gets for him.
“she’s ready,” sunghoon decides and you whine your consent, stretching your arms towards sunghoon when all other touches levae you.
to your surprise sunghoon kisses you - quick and dirty, with his hands cupping your cheeks and his tongue shoved into your mouth - but then it’s over as quicklu as it started when he swiftly pulls you up from where youmre sitting bends your naked body over the armrest of the couch, fumbling with his belt and zipper while he keeps you waiting in place with a firm hand on the small of your back. you aren’t even comfortably situated, slightly rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet in an attempt to find a better position, when sunghoon sneaks one arm around your throat from behind and puts you into what only can be described as a headlock. he pushes into you from behind with one quick, punishing stroke, the bulging muscles of his armkeeping you in place. you didn’t even get to see his cock you realize when he bumps deep inside of your quivering walls, so nothing could have prepared you for how huge sunghoon feels inside of you. you’re overwhelmed by the fullness of him. the way he’s nudging against the deepest parts of you has you squirming your hips - into him, away from him, you’re not sure - but it doesn’t stop sunghoon from bottomig out inside of your wet hole, his hip bones meeting your ass with a loud smacking sound and his heavy balls almost touching your clit with the force of his movements. sunghoon pulls back immediately, pausing just a second - not to give you time to adjust but to drop a glob of spit right where your cunt is stretched open by just the tip of him, then pushing back in with a low groan. your arms fold on the couch as you don’t even try to find purchase when sunghoon immediately builds up a bruising pace, fucking you into the armrest with almost brutal snaps of his hips. you feel so full, so dizzy from the pleasure and limited airflow, your pussy burning in the best way as sunghoon uses you without holding back. when be snakes one hand between your legs, bringing his palm down over your clit carelessly with harsh, quick rubs just to feel your cunt ripple around him and you mewl his name.
“fuck,” sunghoon hisses back. “why have you been hiding this from us? only sneaking around with jay all the time. feel like i need to punish you.”
sunghoon releases you from his headlock, his arm now pressing you down by your middle as he uses his other hand to land a heavy slap on your ass. he does it again and a third time, chuckling at you when you squeak from the impact of each hit. it stings, but it only hightens the intensity of sunghoon’s ruthless fucking and your body acts on its own, trying to fuck yourself back onto his thick cock when he slows down his thrusts to admire the way your ass fits against his hand.
“you’re so fucking needy,” sunghoon whispers, more to himself than anyone else. “was jay ever enough for you?” he spanks you one more time then soothes the sting with his palm, soft caresses on the tender skin of your bottom while his hips still bruise your ass with every harsh thrust.
your head is spinning from all of it, you feel yourself getting overwhelmed and lost in the sensations already, you might actually cum, you might—
“oh, someone’s jealous,” sunghoon’s laugh disrupts your spiraling.
sunghoon lifts your upper body up and you see jay kneeling on the couch infront if you.
it’s easy to forget just how possessive jay gets sometimes, but he makes sure to remind you now, undeniably trying to own you with the way he fucks your mouth. with one hand cupping your aching jaw - still tender from heeseung’s earlier desperation - gently rubbing his thumb over your cheek where his cock sometimes bulges out the skin while he brutally pumps his hips in contrast. from his loud groans it’s obvious that he’s not holding back the way he usually does when he’s scared of getting caught. you love it. you’re used to jay’s size, comfortable with the way he lies heavy on your tongue, leaving smears of familiar tasting precum over your lips. you love giving head on any given day and now you’re exceptionally glad you can focus on sucking jay’s cock - letting it ground you, muffling your desperate moans - while sunghoon still destroys you from behind.
you hear can hear jake and heeseung talking in the distance, you can barely understand anything they’re saying but the words you can make out - “finally…so fucking long…” “pretty…like a wet dream…” - are enough to make you renew your efforts, moving between jay and sunghoon not only for their pleasure, but to put on a show.
jay pulls out of your mouth, gripping the base of his cock with a veiny hand and you chase after him with a pathetic whine, tongue out and a string of spit still connecting your bottom lip to the tip of his flushed cock. just then sunghoon pulls you back against him with force as he rams into you from behind and you squeal. your spit drips from your outstretched tongue onto the couch as your eyes don’t leave jay’s cock, precum beading at the slit even now as he’s just watching you get fucked - you know you must look insane, cock-hungry and crazed, but you just wish jay would take your mouth again. you feel half delirious with need, despite everything you’ve already been given you just wish they would ruin you completely. the image of yourself overstimulated and covered in cum crosses your mind for a moment and you have to fight the urge to touch your pulsing clit and bring yourself over the edge - you wouldn’t need much with sunghoon’s ruthless thrusts, but you haven’t earned permission to orgasm just yet.
“god, you’re leaking everywhere,” sunghoon groans, making you hyperaware of the way your pussy squelches every time he forces his thick cock in and out of you again. “i can’t believe you love being fucked like slut. you’d probably let us do you whenever we want it, huh? be our little fleshlight whenever we need you.”
“please,” you whimper, “please, use me.” sunghoon groans like he’s in pain, spanks your ass again and then stills suddenly as he cums deep inside you, leaving his cock nestled between your fluttering walls as he pumps you full of his cum.
in your blurry vision you see jay’s cock still hard and heavy in front of you when sunghoon slowly pulls out.
“you didn’t cum yet,” you pout at jay, reaching for his cock. “come here then,” jay orders. “help me out properly.”
it takes a bit of maneuvering and some help from both sunghoon and jake, but in the end you’re finally sitting in jay’s lap, your nose almost touching his as you try to take in every reaction of his to your sloppy cunt around his shaft.
jay is sweeter now that he has you for himself. he wipes the sweat from your forehead as you slowly impale yourself on his erection. the glide is almost too easy, you’re positively soaking in your own arousal and sunghoon’s warm load, but jay still lets you take your time to take him to the hilt. he softly kisses your mouth, your neck and fondles your tits with gentle hands, making you melt in his lap as you let yourself get lost in the pleasure of being filled again. “don’t cum,” he whispers. his cock feels so good, familiar, perfectly curved. you rock down against him in short aborted motions, enjoying the closeness and chasing the sparks of pleasure. “fuck, you’re so needy. can’t even think anymore, hm? my little dummy, going all cockhungry for me and my friends.”
“i can’t believe you said: MaYbE i ShOuLd PuNiSh YoU,” you faintly register heeseung mocking sunghoon behind you. “but i’m the one who’s being weird, right?” “it seemed to do it for her,” sunghoon chuckles. “felt her sucking my cock right back into that needy cunt after i said it.” heeseung groans at that description and jake joins in - both of them clearly jealous that haven’t felt your pussy yet. jake says something, his voice high and needy, but you can’t hear him properly because jay distracts you with his teeth sinking into your shoulder.
“focus on me,” he groans against your neck, sucking almost painfully just beneath your jaw, one hand guiding your hips and the other still fondling your tits. “you can finally be loud for me now, everyone who could have heard you is already here. let me hear how much you like it.”
he sneaks one hand to your clit, rubbing torturously slow as you roll your hips into his more desperately, chasing the steady pleasure that keeps rising with every movement. it feels so fucking good, your swear you can feel your heartbeat in your cunt with how your pulsating now, the sensation of jay’s fingers on your clit is just right.
“jay,” you whine at the onslaught of stimulation, trembling against him. “aaah, feels s-so good, jay. love your cock, ‘s s’good.”
“fuck, you feel so good for me too, baby. but don’t cum yet.”
jay stills your hips with a firm grip, abandoning your clit to put both hands on your waist and guiding you to a new pace - less grinding and more of a steady up and down - that makes him knock his head back with a groan of pleasure but takes you away from the stimulation against your sweet spots.
you want to complain about the loss of delicious friction, but you get distracted when you see heeseung standing next to the couch, his thick cock in his hand, hard and ready again. you let your tongue fall out of your mouth without thinking, bending your neck awkwardly to let heeseung shallowly fuck the tip of his cock into your aching mouth while he’s fisting at the rest of it, his eyes not leaving your lips that are stretching around his tip.
you try to simultaneously suck off heeseung and keep up with the pace jay is setting for you, thighs burning and head spinning as you try to please both of them the best you can. it all goes out of the window when you hear jake softly call your name and feel him crowd into your space right behind you. jay stills your movements when you feel a cold, wet finger circle the rim of your sloppy hole, right where your cunt is stretched open and swallowing the base of jay’s cock. you let heeseung’s cock fall from your mouth in surprise, subconsciously tensing up at the cold sensation against your searing skin.
“relax,” jay mumbles against your neck, hands moving from your hips down to your ass to spread you open a bit, pulling you apart for jake who slowly presses the finger into your pussy right besides jay’s hard cock. you and jay both groan in unison at the wet slide of jake’s digit. you didn’t expect to be able to enjoy the new intrusion so quickly, but it genuinely feels amazing, jake’s long finger pressing jay’s cock deeper against your sensitive walls and right up against your sweet spot.
“oh fuck,” jay grunts as the space inside of your cunt gets more crowded. “so full,” you whine, “jake, please”.
you’re already addicted to the feeling of them stretching you out and you need more. luckily jake slowly adds another finger and starts moving them in and out at a careful pace. “so warm,” he muses. you see jay clenching his jaw at the foreign sensation of jake’s wiggling his fingers alongside his hard cock, pursing his lips like he always does when he’s trying not to blow his load too soon. you want to call him out for it, but you’re distracted by the feeling of another one of jakes digits prodding at your cunt, then there’s three of them and jay’s girth stretching you open, gently working up a push and pull to make it easier for you, until you’re truly ready for both of them, until you feel like you’ll burst at the seams if you don’t get to cum soon. deep shivers of arousal are traveling up and down your spine every time jake’s hand moves a different way, your head swimming with the need to know what it’s like to finally have jake’s cock lodged next to jay’s, to have them completely fill you to the brim.
“i’m ready,” you pant. “i’m ready, i’m ready, jake, please.”
his fingers slowly leave you. you hear the lube bottle click one last time, then jake lines himself up.
you force yourself to relax. sunghoon’s words don’t scare you - you know he’s just being a cruel tease. if anything he only turns you on more. you imagine yourself all fucked out, hanging off of jake and jay’s cocks like a ragdoll, leaking both of their and sunghoon’s cum from your used hole. you don’t know if it’s possible for you to get even needier or wetter, but you’re sure these thoughts do just that.
the initial stretch of jake’s cock breaching your hole still burns despite all the prep, a dull and addicting ache that reminds you of the first time you ever took dick. you’ve come to enjoy a bit of pain with your pleasure now, right in the beginning when you can’t be patient enough to wait before taking it all, when every type of stimulation makes you gag for more - everything too much and not enough all at once.
you will yourself to take jake’s cock just how he gives it, not forcing yourself back onto him despite your desperation and not wiggling away from the anxiety of not being able to handle the size either.
you know you can do it. you’re so wet - slippery even - both from your own arousal, the remnants of sunghoon’s cum and jake’s thorough prepping - and you want this to happen badly, so you obediently sit still, sucking in a shallow gulp of air through your teeth before going completely still in anticipation.
jay’s fingers find your clit again, slowly soothing over your engorged bud as jake pushes the first part of himself, just beyond the mushroom tip of his cock, inside of your sticky hole with a grunt. as jay rubs heavy circles against your bundle of nerves, the return of thick pleasure sets your whole body alight and makes you squeeze your eyes shut, clenching your teeth from all of the overwhelming sensations you’re made to feel between the both of them.
“breathe,” jay whispers. with the way his voice breaks, wrecked and airy, it sounds more like a plea than a command. you release the air you been holding with a wanton whine.
you hear some rustling as jake frantically smears more lube over the rest of his cock despite the sticky substance already running over your thighs and dripping onto the couch, but appreciate it nevertheless.
impatient, jake pushes in a bit quicker this time, burying two more inches inside of you with a quick flick of his hips and both you and jay twitch at the sensation.
“oh gosh,” jake moans against your ear the same moment a high whine gets punched out of you from the feeling of him nestling himself deeper inside of you. his voice is wet and strained. “it’s so tight.”
“more,” you demand with a whimper. you appreciate jake’s restraint, the way he’s taking breaks and being so careful to make sure not to hurt you, but a part of you wishes he would just push in all the way, get it over with this slow, slightly uncomfortable progression in favor of letting you feel as full as you want to feel, desregarding any pain.
you’re already shaking with anticipation just at the promise of soon being stuffed to the hilt with both jake and jay’s cock, fully leaning against jay’s chest for support now and only keeping your teary eyes open to watch the way his expression changes when more of jake’s cock rubs against his inside of your trembling walls.
jay is still thumbing at your clit with lazy intent when one of jake’s hands comes up front to cup your breast before absently trailing lower to gently soothe over your abdomen. “almost there,” he chokes out as he forces another inch of his hard cock inside of you, slightly bending down to start lapping apologetic kisses against your sweaty neck when the added stretch makes you whine.
for a second you’re not if you want to escape the overwhelming sensation or push back on it. you just need to feel jake fill you up completely, but you truly don’t know if you can handle this slow approach anotjer second, especially now when your head is spinning and your cunt is aching, not just from the stretch inside, but from the way it’s craving another rough pounding like sunghoon gave you earlier - but just then jake takes the decision from you.
“oh shit, oh gosh, i’m- fuuuck,“ he blabbers while he pushes in the rest of his cock until his trembling thighs meet the back of yours. you and jay both yelp in surprise as he carves out his spot deep inside of you, your relaxed walls easily giving way to the force of him despite the added stretch.
“sorry,” jake groans against your neck. “fuck, i’m so sorry, it feels so fucking good, but i shouldn’t have, i really shouldn’t have, i- are you okay?”
you are.
jake fills you up so good, both of them do. despite the inital surprise and the slight discomfort you were ready, relaxed, fucked open by jay and sunghoon’s cocks and almost overprepared with enough lube. “yeah,” you whimper, trying not to float away and focusing on grounding yourself right here between the bodies of both the panting men are trapping you. “feels so good, jake. just give me a minute.”
in your messy heap you all catch your breaths. sunghoon makes an offhand comment about how he should have filmed it and from your peripheral vision you see that heeseung is slowly teasing his cock next you, watching your concentrated face - but you don’t focus on them for now. you rest against jay’s chest, letting him kiss your face while you let yourself truly feel the sensations, taking in everything that’s happening and loving it.
“i’m ready,” you decide shortly after, when you feel less overwhelmed. you’re more aware of the way jake’s breath tickles your ear, how jay’s hands smooth over your waist, how your sweat has started drying uncomfortably from the break you’ve been granted. but you’re especially aware of how badly you want to get fucked. “give it to me.”
“fuck,” jake mumbles wholeheartedly, sounding more playful and less out of it than before. “yeah, okay, let’s go.”
jake adjust his position behind you, crowding in closer to hook his chin over your shoulder. jay groans, annoyed.
“don’t look at me like that, dude.”
you feel jake’s head move a bit, presumably wiggling his eyebrows or making a face and jay hisses: “stop it, you’re making it weird.”
“you’re making it weird,” jake deadpans. “we’re literally touching dicks right now, man.”
“yeah, inside pussy!” jay whines. you can’t surpress a soft laugh and it makes you clench down around their cocks, forcing a groan from both of them.
“right,” jake says, hands tightening on your hips. “okay.”
he slowly starts moving.
it’s uncoordinated and awkward at first, but you’re all a panting, moaning mess in a matter of minutes, euphoric and almost overwhelmed with the way every part of you rubs up against their bodies - your chest against jay’s, jake’s front against your back, jay’s teeth against your jaw, jake’s lips on your neck, jay’s hands around your middle, jake’s fingers roaming over your hips and ass, both of their cocks inside of your greedy hole, creating the most delicious friction whenever they move back and forth with an obscene squelching sound.
your efforts to keep up with them, to pull your own weight by trying to ride them the way they deserve fall short when jay’s thumb finds your clit again, slowly pushing the digit over your sensitive, stiffened bud and making you squeal.
jake turns your head and uses the opportunity to push his tongue into your open mouth in a quick, messy kiss, then he moves to lick over your chin and neck, trailing lower before resting his forehead against your back, his hips naturally picking up the pace and fucking you into harder as he starts chasing his own release. jay captures your jaw in one hand, possesively licking over where jake left a shiny trail of saliva before pressing his lips to yours too.
you’re starting to build a rhythm together, jake’s hips rhythmically smacking against your backside and jay bucking up into you from below. they’re almost too deep, wedged firmly between your greedy walls in an unbelievable sensation you’ve never felt before.
jake can’t stop playing with your body while he desperately humps you down into jay. you expect his hands everywhere but you still jump when you feel him spitting a string of saliva onto your clenched asshole, rubbing over the tight rose with his thumb in time with his thrusts. he doesn’t put the finger in despite the experimental push of the tip of the broad digit against your hot resistance - and despite the arousal shooting up your spine at the thought of them using you there too, you’re glad jake doesn’t try to open up your ass. you don’t think you’d be able to take it.
at one point you reach for heeseung’s cock again when you see it in your line of vision but you falter quickly, letting heeseung hold your hand still as he thrusts into your losse first. you see sunghoon adjusting himself over his pants on the other side of you, his quick touch turning into a firm rubbing in time with you being bounced between three cocks.
“don’t cum,” jay warns when your moans of pleasure turn to loud mewls, but you can’t help it anymore when he builds the pressure of his thumb, meanly moving from left to right while their cocks stretch you just right.
your orgasm hits you hard and sudden, making you convulse between the two sweaty bodies. your pulsating walls push jake’s cock out of you completely as he slightly pulls back and you faintly registered his wounded whine, but you can’t focus on it as your high rips through your body with unexpected force. you buck up, away from jay’s cock as well and rise up onto shaking thighs, squirting all over jay’s lap while he continues to rub at your clit, guiding you trough it with firm hands. you hear the telltale sounds of jake jerking himself off behind you to the visual until he finishes with a groan, his tacky release spraying over your sweaty back.
jay is still hard beneath you, his erection digs into your stomach when you collapse in his lap with your face resting against his chest, ramrod straight and unyielding where it throbs against the skin of your abdomen.
“you’re not tapping out now, let me use your pussy until i cum,” jay says. it’s a demand, but you hear the question, slowly nodding your heavy head against his chest.
you let them adjust your limbs just the way he needs, body too tired to be anything but useful at the moment. it almost feels like a punishment, the way jake holds your thighs open, lifting you up a bit while jay pumps into you from below. you can barely hold on to his shoulders, as he’s fucking you well into overstimulation until he finally cums with a strained groan, lodging his load deep inside of you before letting his hips drop back down on the couch. his cock falls onto his lower stomach with a wet thud, strings of your wetness, jay’s fresh cum and the remnants of lube and sunghoon’s runny release follow suit when your needy hole clenches around nothing after being used to the continuous stretch and stimulation.
they lay you down in a mess of sweat and cum on the couch, all of staring at your ruined hole. you feel new desire punch through you at their hungry gazes, you could swear there’s a fresh glob of wetness forming between your legs and running down your crack. you clench your thighs together to stop them from noticing, but to no avail.
“are you still not satisfied?” jay chuckles.
“open your legs again,” sunghoon says slowly.
you peer up at him, fearful and excited.
“don’t make me spread them for you,” sunghoon threatens.
you obediently pull your legs apart and sunghoon lands his palm on your clit with a a smack. you jerk and whine but keep your thighs spread obediently, perfectly presenting your throbbing cunt to heeseung who slaps your sensitive skin too, then jake, then jay with several small taps that make you writhe as you feel yourself building from the stinging sensation, bucking your hips up and clenching around nothing, smearing your arousal over jay’s palm.
“inside, inside,” you whimper, needing to feel stretched out again now that you’re already close to another mind-blowing high.
jay stills his hand. “anyone up to go again?”
“fuck yes,” heeseung groans, shucking off his clothes again until he’s just as bare as you are.
heeseung didn’t kiss you earlier but he’s making up for it now, quickly looming over you on the couch and pressing his naked body flush against yours to give you a proper makeout, devouring you with his hot mouth and gently prodding tongue.
you’re sure there are comments from the others but you’re too lost in the sensations of heeseung’s tongue invading your mouth and his cock pulsing against your stomach. you spread your legs for him more, arching yourself up against him, your nipples rubbing against his chest and your sticky cunt grinding over his thigh. your neediness makes heeseung laugh, but he gets to it right then, slowly sliding into your wet heat and fucking you just like that, in the missionary position. he’s gentle at first watching you hiss from sensitivity when he stretches out your used hole agaib, but then he quickly gets more and more ruthless, thrusting his cock into you almost desperately and chasing his own second orgasm. you whimper when heeseung’s heavily grinding up into you hard and deep until you feel like he’s touching your cervix, sobbing almost and clinging to heeseung’s shoulders while he coos at you, praising your perfect, slutty pussy while he fucks you with heavy, self-indulgent thrusts. it’s almost disgusting how well your cunt makes room for every punch of his cock, letting him fuck the remnants of sunghoon’s and jay’s cum impossibly deeper into you until you swear you can feel it in your tummy.
under the other three members’ watchful eyes heeseung starts building you up again and again, but not letting you finish, slowing down every time you start locking up around him.
“please,” you finally beg. “please, fill me up, want your cum inside, heeseung, please.”
heeseung slots his lips over yours one more time, panting soft praises against your open mouth as you whine and beg for him to make you cum too while he adds his seed to the throbbing mess of your cunt in long, heavy spurts.
you positively wailing at the loss of stimulation when heeseung pulls his softening cock out of you, just to release a high pitched moan when he doesn’t waste any time to curl three of his finger into you, pistoning them in and out of your rippling cunt with perfectly timed flicks of his wrist, rubbing at your used walls just right and making you clench down hard around the smaller intrusions after being stretched around much thick cock.
while heeseung keeps moving his pretty fingers inside of you, sunghoon moves to the other side of the couch, holding your hands down by your wrist so you can’t squirm away as jake stands beside the couch to play with your tits, pinching and squeezing at you just right. with nowhere to edcape their combined assault your pleasure mounts like a tidal wave, but you only keep looking at jay now who is staring back at you with an eyebrow raised and his jaw clenched. he shakes his head at you and you know what he means, something he often tells you when you fuck around: “no, this is mine”. this one is for him, his orgasm. not yours.
you try to hold on, but it only takes minutes until you can’t take it anymore and you start begging for jay, a string of incromprehensible whines and whinpers, but jay knows what you want - of yourse he does. when he mouths “cum” your eyes roll back and you immediately squirt all over heeseung’s fingers and arm while you thrash under sunghoon and jake, body clenching tight and releasing with every new wave of pleasure until you’re completely spent.
you’re still disoriented when sunghoon suddenly grabs your chin, running his hard dick over your cheek with a rut of his hips, missing your panting mouth to keep rubbing himself from your chin to your forehead until droplets of precum leak into your hair and smear over the bridge of your nose, defiling your tear stained face just a little more for his pleasure. you barely have time to really feel the humiliation of it all. your cunt clenches around nothing once in a weak punch of arousal that makes your tired body shiver, but sunghoon is already cumming on your face without a word, biting his bottom lip so hard you fear his canine might pierce the sensitive flesh when you use your last energy to open your mouth and catch strings of his release on your tongue. you keep your lips parted even when your eyes slowly flutter shut, basking in the afterglow.
there’s a moment of silence, filled only with the sounds of you and sunghoon trying to catch your breaths.
“swallow,” you hear someone say. you’re not sure who it is because your eyes are still closed, but when you let sunghoon’s salty release run down your throat with an eager gulp you hear all four of them coo at you. it makes you happy to know that you’ve satisfied them all. you’re happy with the way they fucked you too, railing within an inch of your life and almost making you forget everything besides them for a while. you feel like you could fall asleep right now, float away, if it weren’t for the sticky mess pooling between your legs and drying on your face and cooling sweat prickling at your nape uncomfortably now that you’re slowly coming down.
you feel your head get tilted to the side with gentle fingers, a cool, wet cloth patting over your eyebrows and the heated skin of your forehead. you relax at the sensation, tilting your face towards it as you let yourself get taken care of.
“good girl,” jay hums softly, swift fingers moving to wipe sunghoon’s cum from your chin. “you did so well for us, baby. good, good fucking girl.”
you let yourself relax under jay’s gentle touch and reassuring words. you don’t open your eyes yet but you know jay is fondly returning the smile that’s spreading on your face.
not much later, when jay takes you to the bathroom to clean you up, heeseung, sunghoon and jake are left to deal with the mess you made of their couch.
“how many times do you think he’ll make her cum in the bathtub?” sunghoon asks.
“three,” heeseung suggests immediately.
“nah, no fucking way,” jake exclaims. “zero. she’s too tired.”
heeseung raises his eyebrows in challenge, just as a muffled moan unmistakably travels through the hallway.
PAIRING ▸ lee heeseung x fem!reader (ft. enha and ningning from aespa)
GENRES ▸ social media au (smau), crack, fluff, mutual pining, college au, strangers to lovers
WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sexual jokes, zero braincells, catfishing (don’t try this at home), heeseung and mc are painfully dense, heeseung and seonghwa sound nothing alike but mc is bad with names, ignore timestamps!
SUMMARY ▸ in which heeseung accidentally becomes your sugar daddy, but funding a sugar baby is hard when you’re a broke college student.
TAG LIST ▸ at the bottom (send me an ask here or comment if you’d like to be added!)
PLAYLIST ▸ click here!
AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ hello !! i had a txt one of this but since it’s old i wanted to remake it for enha, so i hope y’all enjoy it! ♡ also Yes i used some random faceless pic for mc’s pfp but you can imagine whoever !
ᥫ᭡ TO ALL THE BOYS I'VE FUCKED BEFORE | ENHA HYUNG LINE SERIES MASTERPOST !
SYNOPSIS : you had fucked a total of four guys in your whole life, which was a lot considering you turned legal not too long ago. sex was something you craved and it always came in varieties. from the guy who took your virginity to the guy who made you experience spontaneous hot tub sex, all four of them showed you how versatile it could be. it was a one-time thing with all of them, so what made a difference now? letters. you wrote one for each guy you've fucked and your lovely sister found it highly amusing—to the point she sent them all out, leaving it up to you to figure out what you wanted to do with the four guys standing in front of your apartment.
WARNING : 18+ content, minors dni.
LEE HEESEUNG
TO THE BOY : who took my v card
PAIRING : heeseung x fem!reader
OVERVIEW : you had first attended the summer camp at the age of thirteen, and since then, heeseung had been your companion and partner in crime, supporting you in each of your rendezvous at the camp each year. now, at the age of eighteen, you are attending it for the last time, and he promises to make these three weeks an unforgettable experience for you—even if it includes breaking a few rules.
WC : 12.5k words
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PARK SUNGHOON
TO THE BOY : who took me to prom
PAIRING : sunghoon x fem!reader
OVERVIEW : prom, the last event of senior high school, was right around the corner, but the only person who you wanted to go with rejected you for his own reasons, leaving you upset and unwilling to attend. but your best friend, mina, was hellbent on making you attend it and being a sweetheart, she ends up persuading her brother, sunghoon, to be your date for the night.
WC : 19.6k words
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PARK JAY
TO THE BOY : who was in jacuzzi
PAIRING : jay x fem!reader
OVERVIEW : you weren't sure if luck was on your side when you repeatedly found yourself accompanied by Jay—a smart as well as humble guy, during the entirety of your university field trip. you witnessed new sides of him, but what you didn't expect was to see him shirtless in the hot tub, looking effortlessly beautiful under the moonlight.
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JAKE SIM
TO THE BOY : who threw a party
PAIRING : jake x fem!reader
OVERVIEW : visiting your childhood home for the mid semester break was like a breath of fresh air, especially when your neighbour welcomed you back with a hearty smile, and also took you out to visit all the places you used to as a child. spending time with jake successfully rekindled your feelings for him, even more so when he slyly pinned you against the wall and kissed you at the party.
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PAIRING ▸ lee heeseung x fem bodied!reader
SUMMARY ▸ realizing that jake won't fall in love with you after overhearing he's only into experienced girls is something that you thought would crush your chances for good- thankfully, heeseung is up to teach you a few things, even if he does hate you.
[part 𝘖𝘕𝘌]
release date : sunday, june 26th 2022 @ 10pm EST
summary ▸ realizing that jake won't fall in love with you after overhearing he's only into experienced girls is something that you thought would crush your chances for good- thankfully, heeseung is up to teach you a few things, even if he does hate you.
word count ▸ 9,800
[part 𝘛𝘞𝘖] release date : sunday, july 3rd 2022 @ 10pm EST
summary ▸ getting isa and jake to fall in love with you and heeseung is harder than it seems to be- especially now when the whole school thinks you two are dating.
word count ▸ 11,264
[part 𝘛𝘏𝘙𝘌𝘌]
release date : sunday, july 17th, 2022 @ 10:30 pm est
summary ▸ heeseung makes progress towards isa becoming his girlfriend- until he doesn't and you wonder if he made it backfire on purpose.
word count ▸ 10,956
[part FOUR] release date : sunday, july 31st, 2022 @ 10 pm est
summary ▸ you figure out your relationships with jake and heeseung.
how does one get in a situation like this? even you don’t know and you were the one who got here.
do you know how many girls would kill to be in your place right now? way too many. thinking about the number itself made your head hurt.
jake sim. everyone knows who he is, the campus’s well known “it boy”.
somehow you found yourself with him. alone. just the two of you in a room behind a locked door.
a/n: hiii! it’s been a very long time since ive written and i haven’t had the motivation to for a while so here’s a super short draft/drabble that’s been collecting dust that i might expand on later depending on how i feel :D
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Sunghoon wasn’t expecting to be sent to the mortal world by his “father”, much less being forced into attending college (he’s a demon! why would he need to?!) and being accidentally summoned by a clueless human almost had him marching straight into Hell to have a word with its ruler. Only he couldn’t, because he was already bound to you by a fucking paper-cut sealing your contract which means he can’t just leave the mortal world without taking something of yours in return.
𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: please do read everything on here thoroughly! I do regularly update this whenever the update schedule has changed or if I added new warnings and when new chapters come out of course.
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: college au, social media au with occasional written parts, modern supernatural (?) au, “and they were roommates”, horror themes (but not really?), slice of life, mystery, thriller, light angst, fluff, humor and crack (you know the drill 🤣)
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: y/n has little to no verbal filter (she’s kinda crazy... and dumb), Sunghoon is tired despite not needing sleep, swearing, dirty/inappropriate jokes (you have y/n to blame mostly), light sacrilege, light blasphemy (idk what to say except this is a smau abt demons) if you wish to proceed, read at your own discretion. I’ve laid out what you’re going to expect already.
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: ENHYPEN, Aespa's Karina, IVE's Wonyoung, TXT's Yeonjun and Soobin and brief appearances of other idols.
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: on-going
𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐄: MWF 10PM (PHT)
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓: JAN 02, 2022
𝐄𝐍𝐃: N/A
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃: #asks.demon.roomie👹 #demon.roomie.things👹 (in case you want to filter them so I wont clog your dashes <3)
𝐀/𝐍: this is for all the monster fuckers out there!! /hj there will be some world-building in this and i hope there is as just as much plot like before 🤩 keep in mind this is all fictional and none of this represents the idols in real life. Also any info about the occult/supernatural may not be accurate and some elements here are my own interpretations and/or twists hehe.
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝟏 | 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝟐
PROLOGUE: and so it begins
PART I: vore?
PART II: nefarious plans
PART III: a full essay? in these trying times?
PART IV: RONALD MCDONALD???
PART V: dumb b*tch allegations
PART VI: so mote it be (written)
PART VII: oh sweet Hecate
PART VIII: SOOBIN ENOUGH
PART IX: look at us
PART X: hoonie my roomie (written)
PART XI: foul creature
PART XII: demon fact(s)!
PART XIII: Kaneki Ken
PART XIV: brocolli kid
PART XV: S.S
PART XVI: not a serial killer
PART XVII: fucking goldfish
PART XVIII: bronies look away
PART XIX: brittle bones
PART XX: Furries.
PART XXI: demon ROOMIE fact(s)!
PART XXII: scooby dooby doo!
PART XXIII: human sacfrifice 🙌🏼
PART XXIV: tamed that what?
PART XXV: lesbian lesbianer lesbianest
PART XXVI: fond
PART XXVII: manners maketh man
PART XXVIII: a furry gathering
PART XXIX: Operation S.O.S
PART XXX: see you in the dark night (written)
PART XXXI: and the truth comes spilling out (written)
PART XXXII: blessed or cursed? (written)
PART XXXIII: balls
PART XXXIV: bad daddy behavior
PART XXXV: let me in… LET ME IN!
PART XXXVI: please wrap it up
PART XXXVII: you’re so beautiful (written)
PART XXXVIII: don’t mince the cojones
PART XXXIX: MILFS?
PART XL: Monster Mash
PART XLI: summer what?
PART XLII: Y/N gone wild (not clickbait)
PART XLIII: tumblrina
PART XLIV: Sunghoon’s slow descent to madness
PART XLV: the girls are fighting
PART XLVI: arts and crafts
PART XLVII: something smells 🤥
PART XLVIII: mother (fucker)
PART XLIX: four of crows 🦅
PART L: i found the devil; i found him in a lover (written)
PART LI: mortal peril
PART LII: the twilightifaction of ynhoon
PART LIII: humanoid cephalopod
PART LIV: me & sunoo when
PART LV: i’m srs.
PART LVI: babe wake up!
PART LVII: girl is a gun (written)
PART LVIII: because you’re mine, i walk the line (written)
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