nothing could convince you to believe that a frat party would be a hell of a good time.
âI have too much shit.â you annunciate, yeeting a pencil in your best friendâs general direction. âAsk Mina. Iâm sure sheâd find sweaty people and an uncanny amount of booze fun.â
your model of a roommate sulks.
bummed you werenât like the rest of the girls around here.
like who in their right mind would decline an invite to the biggest frat house in SK?
âLeave it to you to pass on a good time. Boo, tomatoes.â
you send her a merciless smile. âI feel less of a detriment to society this way. Have you seen me in anything other than sweats and a hoodie? It takes effort to look as good as you. Effort I cannot spare for myself.â
âTalk about dramatic.â
dramatics aside,
there was nothing that could possibly be done to drag you out of this dorm room and into the pits of hell called TBZ.
that godforsaken frathood might drive you off a cliff.
youâll give them the benefit of the doubt.
they were far from hideousâ a sight for sore eyes really.
intelligent, sociable, and athletic.
all 11 of them.
even if 2 happened to be both your exes.
once upon a time..
âWell, iâm leaving.â the gorgeous red head flips her hair, model figure hugged in the little black dress she sported. âIf iâm not back by morning, send a search party. I love you! Donât study too hard my little book worm.â
yes.
there were some perks to being roommates and best friendâs with your polar opposite.
a stable social life.
free clothes.
and invites to the biggest parties?
too bad you hardly found any of those to be useful to you.
âHello?â
âY/n?â her voice sounds irritated, slightly slurred and strained against the echoing music of the party. âY/n, can you come get me? Fuckâ these people are losers. Iâm drunk.â
you grimace.
sheâs upset.
itâs only midnight and of all peopleâ
Taeri was upset.
âDid something happen?â you mumble sleepily, sitting up to turn on a light. âAre you okay? DId someone hurt you?â
too drunk to process the question, she groans. âWill you just please come and get me? I feel like Iâm gonna explode.â
âO-okay, just give me a coupleââ
the call flat lines.
great.
the day has finally come that the stars aligned on a full moon night.
albeit, you still didnât think the frat party was gonna be a good time,
but i guess youâll bite.
it didnât take long to wash up a little, whipping out one of Taeriâs hand me downâs.
10 minutes longer and you had your liner drawn and a simple red tint to your velvet lips.
you absolutely dreaded having to face the day youâd ever come to thisâ
a strapless top, tight jeans and mid height high heels.
but you had some class.
you werenât gonna be a detriment to society by showing up in half ass pjâs.
âHey.â
the hottie by the door makes a double take.
âH-hello.â
your forehead creases, eyes looking into the still much alive party. âArenât you gonna ask for my name, pretty boy?â
pretty boy doesnât respond.
honestly, too stunned to answer.
because god damn.
god damnâ
âDamnit.â Eric blinks furiously, wiping at his shirt upon spilling some of his drink. âSorry, name?â
âY/n.â
âY/n, youâre on the listâ Y/n?â
at this point, heâs completely disregarded his drink.
the rest spilling all over his thousand dollar shoes.
âY/n.â you affirm with a slight chuckle. âTaeri called. Is she alright?â
no, of course sheâs not.
the sole reason for her coming, being her ex boyfriend who happens to live hereâ
who undoubtedly was the cause of the phone call in the first place
âWell all hell hasnât broke loose yet.â Eric manages to make it through a sentence. âYou donât normally come to these things, donât you? Taeri said youâre not much of a party goer.â
âGreat observation, pretty boy. I was summoned. If Taeri wasnât in trouble, whyâd she call me then?â
he aimlessly shrugs. âHyunjae hasnât touched your hot model bestie all night. I mean Sunwooâs back in town so maybeââ
oh god.
OH MY GOD.
fucking hell on earth.
âHey, didnât you and Sunwooââ
âNo I donât know a Sunwoo.â he elicits a pressed panicked grin by you. âAnd Sunwoo doesnât know me. Are we understanding each other? Do I make myself clear, pretty boy.â
the pretty boy grins back. âFucking crystal.â
you pray to the stars in the sky to disarrange.
you pray for anything but the storm that brews ahead.
you pray for the sake of your roommate,
that this was nothing but a coincidence.
ââ that Sunwooâs back in town, can you believe it?â
you refrain from putting that stranger into a chokehold.
wanting nothing but to be home in your covers.
youâre no cinderella but,
itâs past your damn bedtime.
âWhere the fuck is she?â you mumble to yourself incoherently, searching the heavily intoxicated crowd for your best friend.
leave it to her to make you the damn search party.
these heels were killing you.
but those heels on you werenât just killing you,
it was killing everyone else too.
âYou wonât believe who just walked in.â Eric came back to his group of troublemakers, kissing his lips through a devious smirk. âGod damn, you wonât believe me when I tell you. Who just walked through our fucking doors.â
Sunwooâs a little less interested.
tired is a simple word to describe his current attitude.
he just got back into town, man.
itâs been a stressful week for him.
the last thing he wants to deal with was Ericâs crazed nonsense.
Hyunjaeâs shoulderâs perk from on top of the counter. âIf youâre talking about my god forsaken ex again, weâve already crossed paths. Like fourth party in a row.â
âNot your ex.â
Ericâs feverish.
heâs only heard about the legend of y/n.
the closed-off maths geek Sunwoo had a boner for freshman year.
the hardly qualified best friend of the hottest model on campus.
âBut sheâs so fucking hot though.â Eric dreamily drools, nodding from the corner in which they gather. âSheâs drop dead gorgeous, Sunwoo. How could a star soccer player like you, drop a once in a lifetime shot like that?â
âWhat the fuck are you on about, youâ youâre kidding.â
the star soccer player canât remember the last time he saw you.
well, to be fair, the last time he saw you,
you were in an oversized hoodie, worn-in sneakers, and sweats doubled your size.
now people are expecting him to believe his ex girlfriend stalked the halls of his houseâ
in stunning Louboutins nonetheless.
leather tight top hiked too far up the stomach, cleavage half out and bed hair making you look like a 5-star Michelin.
those heels.
the heels are killing him on you, he doesnât know what to do.
âYouâre fucking kidding.â Juyeon jumps from his seat, the rest of the males following suit like a pack of hungry wolves. âThatâs her?â
Sangyeon whistles at all that. âIâll be damned.â
Sunwoo canât say a thing.
nope.
heâs not allowed to.
leave it to you to sweep the entire party of their feet right after he did.
âTaeri!â you call, unbeknownst to the lingering eyes around you. âTaeri, where are you!â
your heels click at the tiles,
excusing yourself in the crowd like the prim you are.
noting to run as soon as you find,
âKim Sunwoo.â
your breathâs taken away.
haphazard and eyes blown out of their sockets.
you canât run if heâs the one that finds you.
âSunwoo, Iââ
he doesnât let you manage even a word.
clearly wonât let you say a thing.
not that you werenât allowed to.
after all,
heâs the one that got away.
âNot you.â you tear his hands from tugging on your wrists. âOf anyone in this damn frat house, not you, Kim Sunwoo. I want absolutely nothing to do with you.â
leave it to Sunwoo to look at you like the mad man he is.
the hot shot playboy of IST,
this was your sumptuous ex boyfriend.
your only ex boyfriend.
ââ the last thing I want to see. Get away from me.â
his eyes roll and he pins you to the wall of his bedroom,
making sure to lock the door behind you.
âThe last thing I want to see is my beloved ex girlfriend showing up half naked at one of my frat parties. But lifeâs unfair isnât it?â
he elicits a pitiful snort and you dare yourself to retort back. âThe thought never bothered you before when you begged me to be your damn side piece, once upon a time.â
âOnce upon a time, you were mine. Let me make myself very clear, you were my girl. And right now, I donât get that luxuryâ iâm not allowed to call you that.â
âIf youâre looking for permission, youâre far from it. Iâm not here for you, iâm here for Taeri.â
Sunwooâs never liked that girl.
always trying to get you to wear the skankiest clothes.
present you like a centerpiece.
taking you whenever she wanted.
(she had her work cut for her)
when all he wanted was you all to himself.
âTrying to prove yourself by being hotter than her?â
you pry his body off of you,
heated.
absolutely heated you could explode.
âTrying to prove myself by not being a damn joke. Isnât that what I was to you, once upon a time Kim Sunwoo? The reason you dropped me because I could never prove myself to be the girlfriend in Kim Sunwooâs hot fucking life.â
his chest rises and falls as fast as his blood boils.
he always loved firing you up.
you were so hot, he couldnât tell you why.
but he always wanted to strip you out of your oversized clothes and get you completely naked anyway.
the thrill of seeing you naked being a blessing in disguise.
right now,
you were already half way there.
âI loved you.â
âLoved me?â you laugh incredulously. âThe sex was good but other than that, what can you say you loved about me? Other than lying to my face, nearly ripping out my hair, telling me your cock only belonged to me? But digging it inside other women like that didnât matter at all.â
heâs taken by surprise.
that dirty mouth of yours.
heâs been needing a stress relief.
and suddenly, heâs not that stressed about any of his circumstances.
especially the ones he faces right now.
in fact, heâs more laxed than heâs ever been in his entire life.
âStill thinking about my cock, are you?â
âYours and 5 others, baby. It stopped being all aboutââ
his lips crash against yours and the wall is suddenly your best friend.
so much for Taeriâ
god, Kim Sunwoo was just so irresistible.
âYou.â he growls into your lips while ripping off his shirt. âItâs always been all about you, hasnât it?â
an arduous moan escapes your tethered lips,
melting in the hands of your inconceivable ex boyfriend.
âIm gonna make those 5 others look like training wheels, baby. Iâm going to make sure you know who you belong to.â
itâs been 2 years.
you werenât gonna wallow over your breakup with Sunwoo forever.
yes, youâve slept with other people but damn.
other people will never be Kim Sunwoo.
âI wonât even have to beg for you to be my side piece when iâm finished with you.â
Taeri and Hyunjae were fine.
Taeri was upset but hey,
Hyunjae beat you to it anyway.
while Sunwooâs beating into you,
Taeri stops to look at her ex, âHave you seen y/n? She said she was gonna come get me.â
Taeriâs never really liked Sunwoo for you either.
he was always possessive.
always center of fucking attention.
too big and mighty for her little know it all.
but god damn.
if there was anyone who made you happier than sheâs ever seen you,
it was that poor unfortunate soul.
âSheâs gonna eat him alive.â Taeri chuckles with her hand on her exâs lap. âPoor thing, y/nâs balled up her anger for him for years. You think heâs gonna be okay?â
that was the thrill of you, you know.
always one step ahead of everyone else,
Sunwoo had to put a leash on you.
he was so tired of chasing,
âYouâve let go, Sunwoo.â youâre hyperventilating over his broad chest. âWhereâs all that control you had now?â
you were gonna be the death of him.
he had to juggle loving you, paying the frat, his soccer careerâ
âIâm sorry.â
3 rounds later and Sunwooâs spent.
ravishing in your beauty,
the yearning of something he didnât think he needed in a long time.
you made him the happiest man alive once upon a time.
âI donât deserve you.â
3 rounds later and you were convinced.
ravishing in his warmth and comfortâ
you havenât felt this content in a long time.
âYou deserved all of me.â
you loved him.
god you loved him and you donât know how to stop.
2 years later and heâs still the man you love.
âI loved your wide smile. I craved your touch. I wanted your attention every damn day and you deserved every minute of having me. I loved everything about you, Kim Sunwoo. But you made that decision to let me go a long time ago.â
he kisses the places your tears stain,
fingers shakily threading through your now long hair.
âI was tired of convincing myself all of that were true. Tell me, baby. What else did you love about me?â
you catch your breath, nose brushed against his.
âYour eyes. Your nose. Your dick.â
his throaty laugh fills your ears like music on christmas morning. âWhat else, baby?â
you lean in, humming against his cheek.
eyes shut in absolute bliss.
remembering the subtle scent of bergamot and sage that stained his skin.
âYour lips? The way they move when you kiss me. How they feel when you tell me you love me.â
his arms clasp around your hips.
high on your euphoria with you pressed against him like this.
the stars were in his favor tonight.
perfectly aligned in the sky when he finally tells you,
âI love you.â
youâre convinced heâs joking.
you have to convince yourself he was making you a joke.
but Sunwoo holds you like heâs gonna lose you.
afraid you were gonna let go.
âIâll never deserve you but iâll love you for the rest of my life if I have to in order to convince myself I do.â
âWhat do you love about me, Kim Sunwoo?â
the full moon is in your favor.
illuminating the room just enough to meet his colorful eyes.
just enough color to remember how he looked at you once upon a time.
âThat youâll be the only girl that I get to love in my entire life. I donât want to be with anyone else but you, baby. Not even if the stars start crossing in the sky.â
you a side piece?
hardly.
no, Kim Sunwoo never left your side.
he was like an overbearing parasite,
only having to move elsewhere when he wanted to be on top.
or when he kneels in front of you to ask you to be his wife.
and to think he wouldâve had to beg once upon a time.
THE TBZ FRAT HOUSE IS HOSTING THE BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT COLLAB BY @juyeonszn AND @itsbeeble!
YOUâRE INVITED!
PAIRING tbz x f!reader
GENRES smut ďšfluff ďšminimal angst ďšcrack
WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! mature language, mentions of alcohol, sexual content, more warnings per individual fic!
SUMMARY have you ever wondered what your favorite frat boyz are up to in their personal lives? if so, then these fics are just for you! join us as we take a glimpse into the tau beta zeta fraternity and see what they get up to in their free time!
MORE LETS GAURRRRR iâm so excited to announce this collab with loml reese both as a cute fun little idea we had and in celebration of her 1 year tumblr anniversary! we also realized it happened to be the same day as tbz day LOL so thatâs kinda crazy đ my boyz have been here for 6 years wow đ anyways i hope all of u love these as much as we do! and always, donât forget to rb if u enjoyed!! send an ask if uâd like to be tagged in these <3
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EXCITEMENT â JI CHANGMIN (12/6)
You know, when you told your girl friends that youâd never finished before, you were expecting it to blow over like no big deal. What you werenât expecting was for it to spiral into a whole other mess.
SEEING STARS â KIM SUNWOO (12/10)
Itâs slightly embarrassing how Sunwoo is naive enough to take Eric Sohnâs âadviceâ to heart. Luckily, you like idiots. Especially when they kick a ball into your face and agree to do a semesterâs worth of school work for you.
CLUMSY â JU HAKNYEON (12/10)
When Haknyeon ran into you at a TBZ party for the first time, he didnât think he would fall for you so quickly. Or literally. Or both simultaneously. But thereâs a first time for everything, he supposes.
âFRIENDLYâ COMPETITION â LEE SANGYEON (12/14)
The TBZ frat had always had a rivalry with the KAT sorority. At least, they did when you and Sangyeon became the presidents three years ago. What happens when you mix a little friendly competition into this rivalry of yours?
JE NE SAIS QUOI â JACOB BAE (12/14)
Jacob thought the concept of fraternities was stupid. So stupid that despite every single one of his friends being in one, he still refused to join. However, after meeting you at one of the TBZ parties, heâs starting to think maybe theyâre not that horrible.
SPRING SEMESTER
LET LOOSE â KIM YOUNGHOON (12/19)
Younghoon has hated you. He thought you were stuck up with that better-than-you princess attitude of yours. What better than to justâŚfuck it right out of you?
(NO) STRINGS ATTACHED â LEE HYUNJAE (12/19)
Becoming friends with Lee Hyunjae after his valiant attempt to save your life (stopping you from drunk driving) was certainly not on your yearâs bingo card. Also not on your bingo card? Waking up in his bed every other night following, but itâs not like youâre really complaining.
NO BITCHES? â ERIC SOHN (12/22)
When you met Eric, youâd thought he was just another frat boy, looking to get into any womanâs pants (particularly yours at that moment). You never wouldâve thought that he was just a loser who really liked FNAF and just thought you were pretty.
PARTY OâCLOCK â CHOI CHANHEE (12/22)
In spite of being a frat boy himself, Chanhee could never actually see himself enjoying the luxuries of the title. Besides, how could he with all the responsibilities of being treasurer? Enter you and your carefree spirit and Chanheeâs got a real big problem on his hands.
PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER â KEVIN MOON (PT. 1 1/1, PT. 2 1/3)
It wasnât like you and Kevin hated each other. In fact, you quite admired him despite his somewhat indifferent attitude toward you. Well, now that youâre paired up for the last dance of the year, you guess itâs the perfect time to find out why.
Š juyeonszn & itsbeeble. do not steal, claim, or repost.
WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, tau beta zeta frat treasurer!chanhee, reader is a stereotypical party girl, sheâs also an astronomy major, mentions of alcohol, iâm pretty sure everyone makes a cameo at some point, kevin moon playing matchmaker, we escalate a little fast so, intense making out, marking, vaginal fingering, brat tamer!chanhee, dom!chanhee, lowkey pussy job for like 1 second, nipple play? kinda?, unprotected sex, wall sex, missionary, multiple orgasms, creampie (yk⌠the usual), overstimulation
SUMMARY in spite of being a frat boy himself, chanhee could never actually see himself enjoying the luxuries of the title. besides, how could he with all the responsibilities of being treasurer? enter you and your carefree spirit and chanheeâs got a real big problem on his hands.
MORE ⌠donât yell at me PLEASE. i know this is 2 days overdue. I KNOW I KNOW. iâve been so busy these past couple days and my time management is ass we already know this. BUT IM HERE AND SHES FINISHED AND ITS CHRISTMAS EVE SO??? đđđ anyways. i hope u guys enjoy i had a fun time writing this. iâm a firm believer in dom chanhee đ if u liked this pls donât forget to reblog!
The question comes out before you can even stop it, eyes focused on a guy sitting on one of the couches in the living room, complete disinterest all over his face. Heâs pretty. Prettier than any guy youâve ever seen. But he also looks like heâd rather be anywhere else than at this party.
âWho?â Your friend Heejin asks, following your gaze.
She finds out pretty quickly, especially because of how intense your stare is. She racks her brain for his name, sure itâs somewhere in her catalog of the student body. Heejin was the kind of person who knew everyone even if she didnât exactly know them personally. She was both sociable and obsessed with gossip, sticking her nose in the business of those around her.
âAh! Thatâs Choi Chanhee,â she nods, index finger tapping her chin. âHeâs the Tau Beta Zeta treasurer actually. Thatâs probably why he looks like he wants to kill himself. Dude doesnât really want to be here, but fraternity brothers are required to attend every party.â
Sheâs right, it appears, when you see some of the members you do recognize make their way over to bother him. He definitely does not look like the fraternity type, but you guess it also makes sense in a way. Maybe he needed an extracurricular or something that would be nice on his resume.
Itâs hard for you to enjoy yourself for the rest of the night, too concentrated on the treasurer whoâs lips stay pressed into a frown the entire time. You try to take shots with Heejin, but your eyes gravitate back to the sofa. Ji Changmin and his girlfriend even convinced the two of you to play them in beer pong. (Worst mistake youâve ever made. You sucked at beer pong.) You finally draw the line at a game of Rage Cage, when you strategically get placed between Lee Juyeon and Heejin, arguably the best drinkers at the function.
Everyone laughs at you when you take a step back and recall your decision to join. And just as you suspected, you end up back in the living room, right where you wanted. Chanhee hasnât moved from his spot, occasionally taking sips of whatever heâs drinking and scrolling through his phone.
You remember when that was Jacob Baeâs thing to do, and then he went and got himself a girlfriend. Perhaps thatâs what Chanhee needed to do. A girlfriend was a little bit of a stretch, but someone to help him loosen up at these things was plausible. Girls werenât even trying to hit on him left and right like they usually did with the Tau Beta Zeta boys, which was even more surprising considering most of them had their own partners now. Desperation was an ugly look on the university female, you know.
Which is exactly why you donât make any moves that night.
Initially, you think youâll wait a week. You happen to see him on campus a few times. The first time is in the library studying with some headphones on, in his element. The second time is in the cafe on campus, again, doing coursework with the intention of being left alone. Then itâs when youâre leaving your Fundamentals of Astronomy lecture, walking to one of his own classes. In your head, youâre being tested, like a dog with a bone being dangled in front of its face. Itâs tortuous, wanting to go up to him and introduce yourself, but you donât do it.
Heejin âdragsâ you to another TBZ party the following Friday and you put extra effort into your outfit. You walk in with the hopes to sweep him off of his feet, strutting into the fraternity house with a confidence that throws you off. Just when youâre getting ready to walk up to him, Kim Sunwoo intercepts and you backtrack. That ruins any of the lingering self-assurance in your system. So you push things back another week.
The next time you plan on striking, you and Heejin had said youâd meet at the party since she had something to do prior. You arrive at around 11 PM, prepared to shoot your shot and score. The kitchen is the first place you go, concocting yourself a drink that doesnât get you trashed, but provides enough liquid courage. Then Heejin texts that her project partners wanted to grab food and she wasnât going to make it. The thought of being alone without moral support effectively kills your mood, so you only stay for another hour or so before leaving.
Itâs annoying, really. Every single time you attempt to set your plan into motion, something has to interrupt and mess things up for you.
This is your dilemma for roughly every weekend for a whole month. By the time you know it, itâs midterm season and youâre too stressed out over exams to think about Choi Chanhee. Divine intervention was a crazy concept, so maybe it was a blessing in disguise. Maybe this was your sign to just call it quits and give up on your weird fantasy of being the girl who charmed him.
âDo you wanna go to the TBZ party Saturday? We can celebrate finishing these stupid fucking exams and just relax for another couple months before we have to worry about finals.â Heejin asks through a mouthful of instant ramyeon. You sigh.
âSure, whatever.â Your lips purse, pushing around your own food. She raises an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side in confusion.
âWhat the hell happened to you? You were jumping for joy when it came to going to them all semester, but now that I want to get shitfaced, you donât seem all that excited.â She puts her chopsticks down, narrowing her eyes at you from across the table. You shrug.
âI donât know,â you rest your cheek on your palm, huffing. âI guess Iâm not really in the party mood anymore.â
âBullshit,â she scoffs. âYouâre the girl everyone thinks of when they talk about the typical university party girl. There must be a reason youâre suddenly Miss Debbie Downer.â
You could just tell her the truth, tell her about your delusions and the need to be different. As your roommate and best friend, she wasnât at liberty to judge you. But this was so unlike you, so you knew she would anyway. It was out of character for you to be this enthralled by a man, let alone a stranger youâve never spoken a word to. In fact itâs even thrown you for a loop, this mental break giving you clarity about your recent actions.
âThat time I asked you who Choi Chanhee was,â you start after some silence. âI thought about going up to him and finding out why heâs so uptight. I sorta wanted to be in a ânot like other girlsâ situation. But whenever I wanted to swoop in, something always interfered. And now Iâm just over it.â
âY/N. You cannot be serious,â Heejin gawks at you like youâve grown a second head. âChanheeâs very picky about the girls he talks to. I could probably name on a hand the ones whoâve successfully snuck their way into his pants. He has specific taste, too; pretty ones who know when to shut their mouths.â
Your jaw drops, because what the fuck? Heâs not a raging virgin with that personality? No wonder there wasnât a line of single ladies attempting to land in his bed. They all knew they didnât stand a chance. It kind of encourages you to resume your mission. You were never one to back down from a challenge.
âIn that caseâŚâ A mischievous glint sparkles in your eye.
âGood god,â she rolls her own. âIâm warning you now, I highly doubt this will end in your favor.â
âYou know me, Heejin. I never take no for an answer.â
Itâs the day before the party and youâre walking out of your last midterm exam, a new light in your eyes now that youâre somewhat free. You step into the quad with your arms stretched above your head, a yawn pushing through your lips. You were long overdue for a good nap.
âY/N!â
You whip around to find Kevin Moon from your Music Appreciation class stalking towards you. Part of you wants to pretend youâd never heard him and keep walking, drained of energy after that Intro to Astrophysics exam youâd just taken. Your brain felt like mush at this point. But you were kind, and you wouldâve just felt bad about ignoring him anyways.
Kevin catches up to you rather quickly, hands hidden inside of his hoodie pockets. He lets out a sigh, both of you watching the puff of air that forms in front of him. âYouâre going to the party tomorrow right?â
âI amâŚâ You furrow your eyebrows, narrowing your eyes skeptically just a bit. âWhy?â
âI have a huge favor to ask you.â He clasps his hands together, as if he wasnât above begging on his hands and knees. Youâre confused even further, because what could Kevin Moon possibly want from you?
âOkay⌠What is it?â The suspicion in your tone is so strong, that thereâs no doubt he hasnât noticed it by now. He holds the heel of his palm to his forehead.
âSo, I was supposed to go with my friend Chanhee to try out that new outer space themed coffee place just outside of campus later today, but I got put on alcohol duty and I wonât be able to. I know youâre an Astronomy major so I figured that was something youâd like. Do you think you could go in my place?â He bats his eyelashes at you, like doing puppy dog eyes will convince you. You stare at him blankly. He wants you to do what?!
Meeting Choi Chanhee before the party tomorrow was not in your itinerary. Usually you were decent at adapting to changes in your plans, but this? This was more than just something minor that you could acclimate to. You had to psych yourself for hours in order to execute something of this caliber. Was Kevin Moon trying to send you into cardiac arrest?
âW-Whâ I meanâ wellââ You fumble over your wordsâ something you never doâ and Kevin breaks into a wide grin. Youâre not sure if the blush across your face is from the cold weather nipping at it, or the thought of being put between a rock and a hard place.
âPerfect! I owe you one! Meet him in like an hour.â He pats your back like youâre one of the homies, not giving you any room for refutation. You actually feel like throwing up. How were you supposed to just show up without qualms?
Did he really expect you to just do this out of the goodness of your heart? No complaints stacked up to be hurled in his direction? Youâd known Kevin Moon since freshman year orientation, but you didnât think you were close enough for him to throw his dirty work at you. You canât help but stand there dumbly as he walks away, a pep in his step that nearly has tick marks forming on your temple.
Okay, you know what? This is fine. This was totally fine. All you had to do was sip on some coffee, make some small talk, and then you could be on your way. It wasnât that hard⌠was it?
You could throw on an act, pretend like you were one of those pretty girls who knew when to shut their mouths just like Heejin said he was into. You could give him a false glimpse into who you were and he wouldnât know what you were really thinking of doing. The you of tomorrow would be a complete 180° turn around from the you of today, and Choi Chanhee would be the one groveling at your feet.
As soon as you walk into the cafe, your throat feels narrow, like it was closing in on you. Youâre not sure why youâre so nervous. Itâs not like Chanhee knew you. He couldnât possibly be aware of your existence, much less of your little fascination with him.
You see him sitting at a table for two, the straw of his drink trapped between his lips. He sips leisurely as he scrolls through his phone, likely waiting on Kevin since youâre sure he left his friend in the dark. You pick at a thread on your sweater as you stop in front of him, raising your hand in an awkward wave. Chanhee glances up, confusion in his features at first and then it morphs into something else.
A laugh has to be held back when he chokes on his drink, slapping a hand over his mouth. He stands up quickly, wiping his palms on his pants.
âHi,â your voice is small, so far off from your usual boldness. âIâm Y/N. Kevin sent me.â
âFucking Kevin,â he curses underneath his breath, forcing a smile. âUm, please sit.â
You take the seat across from him, eyes flickering around the coffee shop to absorb your surroundings. Itâs pretty, the stars and planets painted all over the walls and ceilings. Even the drinks had celestial themed names. Your friend was right, you would love it here. It was right up your alley.
âIâ uhâ Kevin had texted me and told me what to order for him, but Iâm assuming he meant for you, because he never told me you were uhâ that you were coming.â He scratches the back of his neck as a server leaves a drink in front of you.
âHe stopped me in the quad after my midterm and asked if I could fill in for him. Something came up apparently.â You explain, humming in appreciation when you taste your coffee. âHe remembered that I was an Astronomy major and figured I was his best bet I guess.â
Chanhee purses his lips, itâs almost like he knows something you donât. He nods slowly. âYeah⌠Iâm sure thatâs whyâŚâ
The impromptu formal introduction between you goes on without a hitch. It goes so well, that the time flies faster than youâd hoped it would. You get a tiny peek into Choi Chanhee and his life as the TBZ fraternity treasurer, but itâs not enough to satiate that unbearable curiosity that pricks at you.
Thankfully, you have tomorrow to do exactly that.
Heejin and yourself arrive at the Tau Beta Zeta party that Saturday with a goal in mind; Getting Choi Chanhee into bed with you.
Okay. Maybe that wasnât actually the main objective, but it was definitely a side quest. What you really wanted to do was get him to let his guard down. Like your friend said previously, you were the stereotypical party girl. Had there been a picture beside the term in a dictionary, your pretty little face would be there, a red solo cup in your hand and all. If he wound up being entranced by your womanly witchery, that was on him.
Just like your first go at wooing him, you decided to pull out all the stops. Youâd worn your shortest, tightest fitting dress despite the weather not necessarily permitting it. It was a cute black strapless number that you paired with some long heeled boots and a warm fuzzy jacket. You looked hotter than the sun itself, and deep down youâd feel extremely disappointed if he wasnât falling to his knees for you by the end of the night.
A sense of dĂŠjĂ vu washes over you the moment you step through the front door into the jam packed fraternity house. The bumping early 2000s music and the thrumming of the bass gave you an adrenaline rush like no other. Nothing could waver your confidence this roundabout. He wouldnât even know what hit him.
Before you sink your claws into the treasurer, you need to grab yourself a drink. You and Heejin take a shot from one of the various liquor bottles on the counter, serving yourselves each a cup of whatever Jacob Bae threw together for the party. It was kind of funny that the resident bartender for these things wasnât even a member of the frat. You and your friend cheers to the night ahead of you, manifesting that things go your way.
Itâs rather easy to catch his eye even in the bustling crowd of drunk college students, glued in his usual spot on one of the living room sofas. His dark hair falls into his eyes when he glances down at his phone to check the time, almost as if he was counting down the hours, the minutes until this party was over. He brushes it out of his face with his index finger at the same time he raises his cup to his mouth, knocking back the contents with a slight wince.
He espies your presence immediately after that, raking your figure with an unrecognizable look in his gaze. Though you were shivering upon entering the house, your skin felt hot to the touch now, the burning intensity of his stare melting away any nerves that mightâve been lingering. You pull your jacket off of your shoulders, tossing it over your forearm as you snake through the bodies sardined between the two of you.
âHi,â you greet once youâre in front of him. âIâm Y/N.â
His lips quirk upwards and he stands so youâre no longer peering down at him. In spite of meeting each other yesterday, he decides to play along. âIâm Chanhee.â
âWell, Chanhee,â you bite your acrylic nail, not bothering to hide the unabashed desire in your expression and drinking in his appearance like a glass of water. âI couldnât help but notice you from across the room. You looked bored and I was wondering if I could change that. I know how to have a good time.â
Chanhee thinks itâs cute, the amount of effort youâre putting into this little charade. He doesnât doubt that you knew of his reputation when it came to sleeping with girls. He knows heâs a bit conscientious when it comes to this sort of thing, but thatâs only because he doesnât want to deal with being seen as someone whoâs ran-through. (For an example, please see (No) Strings Attachedâ˘.)
However, you were different. Chanhee thought you were cute from the very first time he saw you, which happened to be at a Tau Beta Zeta party last semester. He knew you were friends with Kevin, so maybe it was on him for the delay of your union, but heâd grown a little tired of always making the first move. Heâs somewhat grateful that you were the type of girl who set her sights on something and never backed down from it. You were headstrong and that was exactly what had him hooked.
Nevertheless, it would be a bit of an issue. The only part of the rumors surrounding the treasurer that was true, was the part about him preferring his partners to be on the quieter side. There was something about them following his every demand, kneeling at his beck and call, that lit a fire underneath him. The mouthier they were, the less he enjoyed himself. But for some reason, he doesnât think itâll bother him as much with you. In fact, he thinks heâll have fun putting you in your place.
âYou know, Y/N,â he pushes your hair over your bare shoulder, letting his thumb graze your warm skin with a small but conniving grin. âIâm not too sure youâll be able to cure this boredom thatâs been plaguing me. It depends on what you have in mind.â
You might cry. A strained groan stays stuck in your throat, fighting to inch its way out of you. Fuck this stupid party. Fuck your stupid idea. You had a new mission. You needed him now and you needed him bad.
Your lips are on his in a matter of seconds, rushed and desperate. You donât have the strength in you to act like you werenât just about ready to combust. The curve of a smile can be felt through the kiss, his hands coming to rest on your waist and dig into the fabric of your dress. Had this been any other guy, any other day even, you wouldâve freaked out over the PDA. Right now, though, youâre too lost in the moment, too absorbed in the high that kissing Choi Chanhee is providing.
His mouth travels along your jaw and neck, finally snapping you back to reality. With shaky breathing and a wavering voice, you step back from him. âDonât you wantâ donât we need some privacy?â
He laughs like heâs on the inside of a joke youâre unaware of. âOh, so now you care about privacy? You didnât when you were trying to seduce me ten minutes ago.â
Your cheeks flush impossibly more, cowering into the space where his shoulder meets his collarbone. All that confidence and for what? He really could not wait another second to see you crumble beneath him.
âToo shy for me to fuck you in front of all these people, sweetheart?â He asks in your ear, leaving a gentle kiss on the lobe as he does so.
Youâre dizzy, so dizzy you might faint in the middle of this living room. Who wouldâve known that such a pretty boy had such a filthy mouth on him? He knows heâs got you right where he wants you when you fist the material of his shirt, the vibrations of a whine on his neck. Itâs kind of comical how little it took for you to crack.
He hauls you away to what you assume is his bedroom, fingers caressing the inside of your wrist. You think maybe heâs all talk, that heâs actually a big softie who couldnât hurt a fly. The way heâs careful with his touch and making sure he doesnât lose you as you weave through the other party attendees. At least, thatâs what you thought.
But then heâs slamming his door shut and pinning you against it face first. His lips return to their prior position, sucking in the plush skin on your throat and your shoulders. You can feel him pressed into your lower back, hard and ready for you. He doesnât seem to pay much attention to it, instead trailing his fingers down your front and sneaking under your dress.
He bunches it up around your hips, middle and ring digits circling your clit through the lace of your panties. Everything is escalating too quickly for you to comprehend. You whimper into the wood of the door, drool beginning to pool in your mouth. Youâre so needy that youâre salivating over the prospects of whatâs to come.
âWant more, Chanhee,â your words are muffled, but he understands you nonetheless.
âYou want more?â He pouts, a false tone of sympathy in his voice. âPoor you, asking for something you canât even handle.â
You squirm, raising your leg in an attempt to reach a different angle. The pads of his fingers apply an increased pressure on your clit, the friction caused by your underwear skyrocketing your heart rate. You know he can feel the pulse when his lips reconnect to that sensitive area just under your jaw. Your back arches, still craving and yearning for additional touch.
His fingers slip into the waistband of your thong, collecting your arousal and using it as a lubricant to glide through your folds. He thrusts two of them in and out of your entrance, the heel of his palm rubbing up against your clit. You moan, louder this time. His free hand shoves the top of your dress down, groping and kneading your bare breast. You wanted more, heâll give you more.
Youâre a whining, squirrely mess, humping his hand like a bitch in heat. Itâs hilarious, really. The way you wanted him begging, but the tables seemed to have turned, flipping it the other way around. He ensures that he leaves his mark on you, biting your skin with the intent to bruise. He doesnât care if you looked like you were attacked by a vicious animal. If Chanhee was anything, he was possessive, wanting everyone to know what was his and not to get near it lest they wanted to keep their lives. What better way to stake his claim than on your body, where anyone could see?
He senses that youâre close to your release, your walls clenching around his fingers and sucking them in further. Most people wouldâve been generous, making your orgasm smooth sailing. But Choi Chanhee was not like most people. That much is obvious when he adds a third finger, restraining himself from groaning at the feeling of your cunt constricting and contracting. The stretch has your stomach tying in knots, each one growing tighter and tighter until they just about untangle altogether.
You cum with a guttural groan, nearly convulsing in his hold, but he keeps you pressed to the surface of the door. He doesnât stop his motions, fingers curling and uncurling like he was reaching for something inside of you. You push your ass into his crotch, another whine escaping your lips when you feel his cock impressing into it. He bites his tongue to refrain from evoking a sound.
The poised nature of your regular personality makes a comeback, one of your hands cupping the side of his face. You pant as you speak, rasping slightly after all the moaning you just did. âCan you fuck me for real now?â
Chanhee forces your underwear down your legs roughly, kicking them out of the way once they hit the floor. âYouâre such a goddamn brat. Nothing is ever enough for you is it?â You can hear rustling behind you, the unbuttoning of pants and the discarding of his shirt. And then you feel him. God, you might die. Heâs flush between your lower lips, his teeth grazing your earlobe. âGonna have to fuck you until you learn your place, donât I?â
He squeezes your cheeks together with his thumb and forefinger, relishing in the adorable pout it forms. All you can do is nod, eyes fluttering shut when he finally slides inside of you. The weight of him sits heavy in your cunt, the singular drive of his hips causing your clit to bump into the door. It sends a rippled shockwave throughout your body, a voluminous moan breaching past your lips. Chanhee rests his forehead on your shoulder, staying still for a moment to gather himself.
Itâs not long before heâs pistoning his cock into your pussy like a sword being sheathed and unsheathed. You claw at the wall as a means of grounding yourself, inconsistently paced cries and mewls of pleasure bouncing around the room. He hikes up your leg higher, palming at your tits so he can override your senses any way he can. Youâre so lightheaded and tears have begun to spring at the corners of your eyes. It feels too good.
âO-Oh my god, youâre s-soâ f-fuck Chanhee,â you babble, gasping for air as he continuously punches it out of you with every inch his cock buries into you.
Heâs enjoying himself too much, loving how fucked out you look. Heâs reduced you to an incoherent state of being. You curve your back a bit more for him, allowing the depth at which he slips in you to go further.
Unfortunately for you, it doesnât take much to wind you back up to that summit from previously. Youâre on the brink of your second orgasm, your chest heating up and your abdomen contracting. He doesnât let up, pinching and thumbing at a peaked nipple to egg on your release. This one feels a lot stronger than the first, your knees nearly giving out on you.
âCâmon sweetheart, thatâs it,â he coaxes, stroking your hair from your face.
Chanhee fucks you through it, allotting space for you to recover before heâs knocking you onto his bed. He removes your dress entirely and rubs up and down your thighs. The exhaustion is already beginning to settle in, but you realize that he hasnât finished not once and youâd be hitting your third at this point. Youâre overstimulated and your body aches all over, but you push through.
He finds your entrance again, pressing into your cunt with more ease. You whine, smushing your cheek into the mattress. Your toes curl and you fist at the sheets, eyes all but rolling to the back of your head where you see white spots and stars coating your vision. He grips your hips to hold you still, starting to rock back into your pussy with practiced aggression. Heâs carnal with his movements, but itâs careful, almost like he doesnât really want to hurt you.
âItâs too muchââ you interrupt yourself with a wail, the tears from earlier tracking along the sides of your face.
âIâve fucked you stupid, havenât I? Thought I was done with you?â He strains, folding over so he can kiss the skin of your collarbone and trail up to your mouth. His lips brush yours when he talks, teasing you as if he hadnât already fucked you within an inch of your life. âDo you think Iâm having fun yet?â
Your cunt sucks him in like a vacuum, your volume rising the closer you get to what you hope is your last orgasm of the night. What you needed was the best sleep ever after this. Your brain can barely form sentences, and you struggle to give him a proper response. âY-Yes, Cha-Chanheeâ oh godâ s-so much fun,â
Your breath catches in your throat when that familiar sensation reappears. Chanhee is in his own world, focused on chasing his own release. His nails dig into the fat of your thighs, thrusts becoming deeper and slower. You reach between the two of you to swipe at your clit with your middle and ring fingers, the extra stimulation tipping you over that sweet edge.
Your orgasm crests upon you with so much intensity that you canât even make a sound. If you do, itâs so far away from you that you donât hear it. The uncontrollable fluttering of your walls sets Chanheeâs into action, his hips stuttering with a groan that doesnât meet your ears. He fills you up with enough cum that it begins to spill out of you in spite of his cock still plugged inside your cunt. You both take a moment to recollect your bearings, chests clashing with each rise and fall from your breathing.
After what feels like forever, he pulls out and collapses on the bed beside you, the back of his hand thrown over his forehead.
âHoly shitâ I meanâ wow I reallyâ I really didnât think you were soâŚâ You donât finish your thought, head still stuck on the actions youâd committed prior.
âItâs always the quiet ones.â Chanhee shrugs, sighing dramatically.
âYou are not quiet,â you turn your head to give him a pointed look. âBut, Iâm not complaining. I got my insides rearranged six ways to Sunday. Whoâs the real winner here?â
âMe, actually,â he says, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. âIâve had the longer crush.â
âY-Youâ huh?!â Your eyes practically bulge out of your head, comically wide like a deerâs caught in headlights. He laughs at your expression.
âIâve been wanting to make a move on you since last semester,â he admits. âBut I was kinda⌠discouraged? I guess? I feel like Iâm the one who puts in too much effort all the time, with everything that I do. I wanted to see if maybe someone would do the same for me. Iâm just lucky that it worked out in my favor.â
Your bottom lip juts out and you flip over to peck the tip of his nose tenderly. âChoi Chanhee, youâre extremely lucky. I almost gave up on you, like, a couple days ago.â
Chanheeâs laughter grows and he kisses you softly. âWell, Iâm glad that you didnât. Now I can take you on a real date to that space cafe. Not one that Kevin forced on us.â
âI like the sound of that.â You smile, cuddling into his side.
WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, TW: LEWIS STRUCTURES/CHEMISTRY TERMS đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘, academic rivals to something idk, kev and jichang appearances, chanhee is a cocky little shit, vaginal fingering, edging, exhibitionism lowkey, thereâs not p in v action but they are in a public space soâŚ. take with that what u will
SUMMARY aside from excelling at literally everything else, choi chanhee was also really fucking good at getting on your last nerve.
MORE my brain hurts LOL anyway fawntober day???? 7 holy fuck that is actually insane⌠ANYWAY shout out reese for being my beta as always <3 and also shout out @sungbeam for the idea <3 laurv u bestie!!! pls reblog if u enjoyed :)
You felt stupid. Never in your life had you ever struggled to learn a concept, usually understanding on the first go around. This was the case for a majority of your courses. However, for some reason you just couldnât quite grasp Lewis Structures in your Chemistry class.
Everything else seemed simple enough, your professor explaining them in a way that made them sound easy. They were anything but. You found yourself stressing over whether or not you could fully comprehend the bonds between atoms in time for your midterm. With the way it was going for you, that hope appeared to get less and less realistic.
âHave you thought about going to tutoring?â Your friend, Kevin, asks as you sit across from each other in one of the libraryâs study rooms, your chemistry textbook opened up to the section on Lewis Structures.
âI mean, no, I havenât. I just think theyâd judge me, considering I have the second highest GPA in our department.â You huff, scribbling down even more notes on the concept, as if you didnât already have everything you needed to know. God, being a woman in STEM was so hard.
âThatâs your problem,â Kevin rolls his eyes, working on his communications homework simultaneously. âYour ego is too damn big. Maybe if you toned it down a notch and set aside your pride, youâd be able to grow the balls to actually ask for help.â
Youâre offended, honestly. Because as much as he was right, he was simultaneously very wrong. It wasnât that you didnât have the courage to ask for assistance. It was the fact that your biggest rival was the person in charge of the science departmentâs tutoring lab. He had the highest GPA in your year and you couldnât stand the thought of losing to him. Let alone showing your weak side.
Aside from excelling at literally everything else, Choi Chanhee was also really fucking good at getting on your last nerve. You were thankful that he wasnât in your Chemistry lecture, lest he made fun of you for all the questions you asked pertaining to your struggles. He had a knack for crawling under your skin like a goddamn parasite, doing everything in his power to make sure you never felt a moment of peace as long as he was around.
You hated him. You hated him so much for all of the unnecessary competition and constant need to one-up you in every mutual category possible. You hated his overall overachievement to be better than you, to be above you at all costs. You hated his dumb pretty face.
So how could you turn to tutoring after all of that? It just wasnât feasible. Kevin wouldnât get it. He didnât have an arch nemesis holding him back from success.
âThatâs not it at all, Kev. But itâs whatever, Iâll figure this shit out myself.â
You could not figure that shit out by yourself. Midterms were a week and a half away, and you were still ripping your hair out over which structures were more dominant and other things of that nature. This was absolutely humiliating. Perhaps growing up as a gifted kid was the worst thing that couldâve happened to you.
With a frown permanently etched on your face, you glance over at your tablemateâs notes. He had messily scrawled examples of those damn Lewis Structures covering the sheet, eyes flickering back and forth between his notebook and the projector at the front of the lecture hall. Oh how badly you wished to be in his shoes, to decipher everything and anything to do with the dot structures presented to you.
Ji Changmin was by no means a genius. His intelligence levels were above average, but that was still below you. How could he understand this better than you? It made no sense. Then again, he was close friends with He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. That had to be the reason why. His friend was practically the Einstein reincarnate.
This meant that you couldnât even express your difficulties with him either. Chanhee no doubtedly knew that you sat beside his friend. If you asked for his help, it would obviously circle back to him and youâd never hear the end of it. Youâd never unhear the taunting voice of Choi Chanhee teasing you for asking Ji Changmin for assistance with fucking Lewis Structures. There really was no winning here.
As the lecture draws to a close and your professor reminds you to study for the fast approaching midterm, Changmin clears his throat beside you with a raised eyebrow. You look at him with thinly concealed surprise. So much for being subtle.
âI saw you looking at my notes,â he snorts. âYou know, if youâre having a hard time with this chapter, you should just go to the tutoring lab. Iâm assuming you havenât because Chanhee hasnât gloated about it yet. But if you were curious, he wonât be there today. He has to go to some meeting for the newspaper. You know that guyâs got like ten different clubs heâs a part of.â
Youâre not sure why Ji Changmin would be on your side with this. In fact, it kind of makes you skeptical. You didnât know how credible he was, so why would you trust this information? For all you knew, he couldâve been attempting to lure you right into a trap. However, despite the bit of laughter he exhibited, he didnât appear to be lying. You were usually a pretty good judge of character.
Thatâs how you found yourself showing up to the tutoring lab later that evening.
It was located inside of the STEM building on the fourth floor, along with some of the offices belonging to several professors. You chose to go later at night with the knowledge that most students would be gone by that time. The lab was available for use until 9 PM on weekdays, and it was currently 8 PM.
Your grip on the strap of your bag tightens as you push open the see-through glass door of the lab, grateful for the evident emptiness. Though it also worries you, because there were no tutors around either. Maybe the slowness of a Thursday evening encouraged them to head home early. You decide to wait a few minutes anyway, just in case someone shows up.
That was, unfortunately, a very big mistake. As youâre pulling out your notes and textbook, you hear the low creak of the door opening. You think you might keel over and die when youâre suddenly face to face with The Choi Chanhee.
His lips curl up almost menacingly, crossing his arms over his chest. âWell well well, look what the cat dragged in.â
âShut the fuck up,â your teeth grit together. âArenât you supposed to be in a meeting or something? Why are you here?â
âEnded early,â he shrugs. âThe tutors have a habit of leaving prematurely when Iâm not around, so I wanted to see if there was anyone here. Guess itâs my lucky day, huh?â
This dude was a walking headache for real. You were seriously going to walk out of the lab with a migraine if he kept talking like he was so fucking smart. He was, but he didnât need to know that you thought that. His own ego was large enough without you inflating it even more.
âIâm going home.â You state simply, mouth drawn in a straight line. You didnât have the patience for his aggravating ass tonight.
âAm I really that horrible that you wonât accept my aid? I heard that youâve been having problems with Lewis Structures. I may like to joke around, but Iâm not really a masochist who likes to watch people suffer,â Chanhee chuckles with a shake of his head. âYouâre just so easy to rile up.â
âCouldâve fooled me,â you mutter, avoiding his piercing gaze. âBut fine. If youâre actually gonna help me, Iâll let you just this once. I canât afford to have this cost me a perfect midterm grade.â
He grins, something that looks conniving. You hate how much more attractive it makes him. You were thankful again for the fact that there were no other students present. It was embarrassing enough to be seen being civil with the worst person in the world.
Chanhee takes the seat beside you, turning it so heâs facing you. You keep your body squared to the table, flipping your textbook to the page on Lewis Structures and preparing a fresh sheet in your notebook. You feel your cheeks warm up with the attention on you, his arms still folded in front of him.
âS-So I donât get theâ umâ I donâtâ uhâ I donât understand the dominantâ the dominant bonds,â your eyes squeeze shut, mortified by the amount of stuttering and fumbling over your words. âHow do youâ umâ how do you determine them?â
He smiles at how cute you are, a shy side of you heâs never seen before. He was so used to you constantly arguing with him, used to you standing your ground and competing with him even when you knew heâd come out on top. He places an arm on the back of your chair, leaning in to read what was in your textbook although he didnât need to. He just wanted an excuse to get closer to you.
âSo youâre gonna want your formal charge to be as close to zero as possible. In order to calculate that, youâll have to subtract the number of bonds divided by two and the number of electron pairs from the total number of valence electrons per individual atom,â Chanhee explains, pointing at the formula on the page. âHow about I give you a couple examples to work on?â
You nod slowly, afraid your voice might betray you again. He jots down a few molecular examples on your notebook, pausing for a moment to nip at his lip and examine you. You blink, a little confused by the action.
âWhat are you doing?â Thereâs a slight crack in your tone.
âI have an idea,â he licks his lips. âTo make this more rewarding for us both.â
Your brows furrow, his response further perplexing you. One of his hands situates itself on your thigh, your eyes widening. Of all days to wear a skirt, why did you have to choose today? You glance between his face and his hand, lips parted.
âCh-Chanhee?â
âYes, pretty?â
You donât know why the nickname has your upper and lower heartbeats skipping, sweat forming on your palms. Youâd always been too preoccupied despising him for being so much better at everything than you were. But right now, his fingers creeping beneath the denim of your skirt, all of that seemed to fly out of the window. You gasp as his fingertips reach the lace of your panties.
âI can make you feel good,â he says into your ear, thumb massaging your thigh. âI can make this worth your while if you do well for me.â
He was giving you fucking whiplash. One second he was teasing you for coming to the tutoring lab, and the next he was trying to coax you into coming quite literally. You think youâre the insane one, however, because you canât conjure a logical reason to say no.
âOkay,â you breathe, shakily picking up your mechanical pencil. âOkay, Iâll do my best.â
You begin to work on the first molecule he wrote out, trying to ignore his slender fingers pushing aside your underwear and rubbing your clit gently. Your bottom lip quivers when his lips make contact with your neck, kissing up and down softly with each circle of his phalanges on your sensitive bundle of nerves.
Chanhee presses two fingers inside of your cunt, smiling against your skin when you whimper, nearly dropping your pencil. You fight back tears threatening to spill from your eyes due to lack of reaction, his digits so skilled at working your pussy and looping that knot in your abdomen. Your legs spread wider as you attempt to finish the first example as quickly as possible, so he can knock you over that edge that seems so close now.
âD-Done,â you shiver, lids almost fluttering shut from pure bliss.
Chanhee judges your answer, fingers halting their movements when he recognizes an error. You whine, that taste of sweet release pulled right from under you like a rug. He tsks, kissing your temple as if he hadnât just denied you an orgasm.
âThatâs not the dominant structure. Try again.â He instructs, not continuing until youâve picked up the pencil and rewrote the Lewis Structure.
You ignore his palm applying pressure to your clit as his fingers thrust in and out of your drooling cunt, lips sucking at the exposed base of your neck, where it meets your shoulder. Your focus zeroes in on completing this structure correctly, rearranging the electron bonds until theyâre right. You feel your climax returning when he praises you for getting it this time.
âSuch a smart girl,â he murmurs into your collarbone. âNow do the other one.â
He doesnât stop his assault, increasing the pace of his fingers while you scribble out numbers and draw electron pairs. Your orgasm inches towards you, like a freight train going at full speed. Chanhee curls his middle finger, tripping you up and causing you to write down a wrong number on accident. Ever the perceptive, he relaxes his wrist and retracts his hand, the band in your stomach loosening along with it.
âPlease, Chanhee,â you cry, tears beginning to roll down your cheeks. âNeed to cum so bad.â
âMm-mm,â he scolds. âNot until you finish the structure properly. Câmon, I know you can be a good girl for me.â
You force yourself to persevere, bottom lip between your teeth when he slips his fingers back into your pussy. Pretending like you werenât on the cusp of euphoria was making you dizzy, but it was necessary if you wanted to reach it completely. You couldnât handle a third denial.
Chanhee speeds up his fingers, adding his thumb on your clit for extra stimulation. It was like he did enjoy watching you suffer. Perhaps he really was a masochist. You scrawl the last electron bond of the structure, releasing the pencil from your grasp and throwing your head back with a low whine. He hums in appreciation at a job well done.
âOh my god,â you moan softly, looking down at where his hand disappears in your skirt. âFeels s-so good.â
âYeah?â Chanhee goads, peppering kisses on your jaw and nibbling at your pulse point. âReady to cum for me, pretty? Gonna cum all over my fingers?â
You canât even reply, his cocky voice filling your head as he finally permits your orgasm, walls convulsing and clenching around his digits with a wail. It hasnât even occurred to you that youâre in a very public, very open space, where anyone could walk in at any given moment. Your brain is too foggy from your overstimulated cunt and the comprehension that Choi Chanhee just fucking fingered you to even consider the consequences of the location.
It only takes a few seconds for you to come to, your body catching up with your head. You look at Chanhee with eyes resembling those of a prey cornered by its predator.
âWhy is your hand still inside my skirt?â
ââS warm down there,â he shrugs with a sly smile. âBesides, Iâm not really done with you yet.â
âWhat are you talking aboutâŚ?â You trail off, throat dry from how winded this guy was making you.
âYou still need some practice before your midterm, no? And I kinda wanna see how pretty you look under me.â
Summary: You and Sunwoo get into a bet to see if you can scare your boyfriend, Changmin. It does not go quite to plan. (humor, fluff)
Sunwoo is the one who proposes the idea. Well, âideaâ is a kinder term than what it truly comes to be. You have taken to calling it a bet, though Sunwoo promises there was no barter intended when he first brought up the idea. It was only on accident that he offered a reward for your success which was too enticing to deny.
How it ever all began, now itâs become in the simplest terms a bet: if you are able to scare your boyfriend, Ji Changmin, before Halloween, Sunwoo will buy you snacks for a month. One whole month, at your discretion. You get to call him for runs to the convenience store any hour of the day, you get to take his wallet for your own sweet tooth or salty cravings.Â
