Content warnings: contains 18+ themes, college!au, use of foul language, friends to enemies to lovers enemies with benefits, heavy sexual tension, reader works in a strip club, hate sex, slight public sex, fucking in front of a mirror, creampies, oral (m. receiving), use of pet names, degradation, humiliation, choking, pain play (slapping, spanking), orgasm denial, mentions of alcohol and use of cigarettes, use of curse words, mentions of prostitution, mentions of financial problems, brief acts of female objectification, mentions of blackmailing, angst (if you squint), brief mentions of death penalty as a topic for a debate.
Word count: 7.352k words
Synopsis: Money was never easy to come by with, especially if you were never born with a silver spoon in your mouth. So, you did what you had to do in order to survive, but what happens when the person that you hate the most happens to find out about your dirty little secret?
"And because of that, I believe that the death penalty should not be legalized." You say with a smile as you conclude your statement before looking over to the opposing team.
"I beg to disagree."
The moment you hear his voice, your smile turns into a slight grimace. Hwang Hyunjin, now standing tall and proud in front of his podium, flashes you a quick cocky grin before continuing his speech. "As we all know, criminal activity never stops, and I believe that legalizing the death penalty can help alleviate the situation for the following reasons..."
You don't quite remember the moment you first started hating him. The two of you started out as friends until you started to compete with each other in school competitions. Slowly, the competition tore your friendship apart until it was given that the two of you don't mix well together anymore. The last time the two of you were put under the same team, you spent the majority of the time arguing and never really getting any work done, and it ended with the two of you almost going for each other's necks. Since then, your teachers and professors would always separate the two of you.
In your perspective, the once kind and thoughtful Hyunjin became the arrogant and two-faced, know-it-all that would always get on your nerves. You then spent the rest of your high school years trying to be better than him in academics and to maintain your scholarship, and your friendship? It wasn't fixable anymore. Too many hurtful words and actions have proven that your history with him was... long forgotten.
Life only seemed to get tougher from then on.
When you graduated and went on to college, you thought your days of misery were over. No more Hwang Hyunjin, no more pressure from all of the competition, no more hurting. But life had other plans.
It turns out, Hyunjin also got admitted to the same university you went to, and when you found out, you were practically fuming with anger because how dare he even breathe in the same space you were in.
"And lastly, the death penalty can also bring justice to those who became victims of the crimes committed by the suspect," Hyunjin concludes his speech with a curt smile toward the panel of judges. He then flashes a look towards you, a look that you know all too well, a look that simply translates to "you're gonna lose, and I'll make sure of it."
You scoff while you roll your eyes. He can't be serious. Your team? Losing to his? On a debate? In his dreams.
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You lost. Your team fucking lost. All because of one of your teammates that didn't get to answer a question from the jury.
"See? What did I tell you, cupcake? I told you we'd win." Hyunjin jogs a bit to catch up with you, hands tucked in his pockets as he stops you in your tracks. "Get out of my way, Hwang, not unless you want a punch thrown at your face." You said with a glare, raising your fist to threaten him, "Go ahead, do it. I dare you. I bet you can't." He says as he leans in, face inches away from yours. The distance between you was so short you could feel his breath fanning against your skin and smell the faint scent of his cologne which was actually a pretty good choice for a guy like him, but still, the close proximity between the two of you was making you grit your teeth. "True, I can't. But I can do this." With one swift motion, you stomp on his foot, making him wail out in pain as he immediately backs off. "Fucking hell, Y/n!" You shrug out his cry, not even sparing him a look as you walk past him. "I'd love to stay and chat, but I got to go," you say as you quickly glance at your watch. "I still have other things to do. See you around, loser." Hyunjin only mutters up a curse as he watches you walk away, enduring the throbbing pain in his foot.
"You're such a bitch; even other people think the same too, don't you know that? You can't even take a fucking defeat properly like a grown-ass adult." He says, loud enough for you to hear. At this point, the other people walking by have already stopped at a distance, whispering amongst themselves as they watch the two top students in the university have another fight.
You sigh, stopping in your tracks once again, and this time, you turn to face him. "You know what? I don't care." You say, walking back towards him as you look him in the eye. "I don't care if you fucking hate my guts and I don't care if people think that I'm a bitch. I don't give a damn whether they like me or not," you spat out, your words coated with spite as you looked at him angrily.
"And I don't care if I lose at some stupid debate, I really don't. To be honest, I'm perfectly fine when it comes to losing. But the thing is, I lost to you. You who I have been competing with for years, and I'm so fucking sick of it. And I hate you so much because you're one arrogant and selfish prick who only thinks of himself and thinks that you're better than everyone, better than me." Hyunjin looks at you with dark eyes, anger laced all over his features, his jaw clenched with his fists balled up to his sides. "Maybe because I am better than you, Y/n. And from the looks of it, you're acting all intimidated by the things that I'm capable of doing." Now, it was Hyunjin's time to step forwards, causing you to back up a bit, his gaze over you slightly sends a wave of fear throughout your body, but you stood your ground.
You and Hyunjin have had a lot of fights, but nothing as intense as this. The fear had adrenaline pumping into your veins, and your heart was practically hammering against your chest. His words go straight to your heart, leaving a pang of hurt in its place. Was he right? Was he actually better than you? Were you actually intimidated by his skills?
You still scoff, rolling your eyes as you play off your brief moment of self-doubt.
"Why would I be intimidated when I've beaten you numerous times before? Why would I be intimidated when I'm already better than you?" You retort, moving back forward, but Hyunjin doesn't move, even when the two of you are practically chest to chest already.
"That's not your call to make."
"And neither is yours, Hyunjin. Get your head out of your ass for once."
The air feels heavy between the two of you, the tension thick enough to be sliced with a knife. The two of you stare at each other with daggers in your eyes, full of spite and rage, and you were sure that if it weren't for the fact that the two of you were on college grounds, you would have slapped him already.
Hyunjin thinks it ridiculous every time he would find himself in situations like this. It wasn't at all that bad at first. It all started as a friendly competition back in high school, but over time, it slowly progressed into something else, something way more profound than trying to see who'll win next time, and before Hyunjin realized it, it was all too late. He finds himself addicted to the feeling of winning, loving the rush that it gives him and the praise that he gets from the people around him.
But when he realized that you weren't going to give him his victory that easy, he knew that he had to surpass you in one way or another.
"I hate you," Hyunjin mutters out after a moment of silence, something that seemed to slip off his tongue a little bit too quickly, and he doesn't miss the slight glint of hurt that flashes through your eyes.
"And I hate you too."
From a distance, you can see Hyunjin's friend approaching the two of you with a jog, and with that, you turned around and walked away without saying another word. "Okay, shows over people! Scram!" Jisung says as he shoos the slightly formed crowd to watch the fight.
"Women, huh?" He says as he slings an arm around Hyunjin's shoulder. "Shut up, Jisung," Hyunjin says, still a bit annoyed as he finally tears his gaze away from you. "Come on, don't get too stressed about her, man," Jisung says as he lightly punches Hyunjin's arm. "You know what, I have the perfect idea to help you loosen up. Felix is inviting us tonight to his dad's new strip club that just opened a few months ago. What do you say?" Hyunjin only looks at Jisung's face, mischief written all over it, which made him roll his eyes. "Come on, there's gonna be a lot of hot babes there, man. When was the last time you got laid anyway?"
Hyunjin pondered over Jisung's question, and with a sigh, he finally answers. "Fine, I'm going. Just send me the address."
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The music reverberates through the walls as Hyunjin downs his drinks, his face scrunching up at the burn of the alcohol as it slides down its throat. Beside him was Felix, who was having a conversation with Jisung while Chan and Minho went out to fetch some more drinks.
There weren't many people in the club given that the entrance fee is a little bit more pricey since this is considered a high-end establishment. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol fills Hyunjin's lungs whenever he would take in a deep breath, the liquor swirling in his system. Jisung was right, he just needed a good drink to calm his nerves, and most importantly, Felix had picked out one of the best booths in the club, the one where it had a full direct view of the stage in front of them. Men have already lined upfront, money bills in hand as they holler and howl at one of the strippers currently performing.
"Hey, after this stripper, someone special will be performing," Felix says, or more like shouts against the music, as he nudges Hyunjin's arm. "Who's this special someone?" Hyunjin asks as he leans closer to Felix to hear him better. "We call her Golden Cherry, one of the crowd's favorites. You see those men over there who haven't spent a single cash yet?" Felix points to the group of men seated near the stage, a fat wad of cash laying on the table as they all chat and laugh as they wait for the current performance to be over. "They're one of the top tippers for Golden Cherry. I only see them here whenever she was scheduled to perform." He explains and Hyunjin only hums out a reply, not really quite interested in what was going on. "You'll love her, I swear," Felix says as he gives Hyunjin a look, the one that confuses him but he just shrugs it off.
Although he is curious about who this 'Golden Cherry' is and how she became a crowd favorite even though he slightly cringes at the stage name.
A few moments passed and finally, the current performance is over. Hyunjin watches as the stripper collects her tip before moving backstage. As the music changes into something more sensual, the men that Felix pointed at earlier now made their move beside the stage, which only meant that Golden Cherry is next to perform. "Woah, why are there a lot of people suddenly crowding the stage?" Hyunjin hears Chan say as he and Minho return back to the table, the promised drinks in hand. "Felix said that one of the best strippers is about to perform," Jisung says as grabs a drink from the table and downing it in one go. "Yeah, and apparently, she's called Golden Cherry. It's a pretty corny stage name, don't ya think?" Hyunjin comments and Felix only snickers.
The crowd goes wild once the fog machine blows fog onto the stage while the lights go dim until there's only a single spotlight directed towards the entrance of the stage.
Hyunjin waits in sudden anticipation, eyes trained at the stage as he sips from his cup. For some reason, he feels excited, but he thinks that it's probably because of the energy from the crowd in front of him and from the drink that's currently buzzing in his system.
Just then, the curtains open and Golden Cherry finally enters, the crowd practically reverberates with hype. Clad in almost nothing but a skimpy red studded bikini top and thongs with a matching pair of pleasers and a bedazzled waist chain, she struts through the stage, swaying her hips in a sultry manner that made men weak on their knees.
Hyunjin's jaw drops as his eyes cartoonishly widen in surprise. "What the fuck..." He stares in disbelief, not believing what he was actually seeing.
You, it was you. It was you who was on stage performing in front of men you probably don't even know. Out of all people, why did it have to be you?
Hyunjin watches as you work your way with the pole, giving out flirtatious winks and smiles towards the crowd. He didn't really want to believe what he was seeing. He was so used to you who would always go for baggy clothing with those big glasses resting on the bridge of your nose. He never actually thought that you'd be doing things like this, let alone wear something so revealing, a few tattoos that Hyunjin has never seen before littering your body.
Now, he was seeing a whole different side of you. Gone was the smart and conservative girl that Hyunjin basically fought with every day. Now, he's seeing a more confident, sexier, and wilder version of you, and Hyunjin doesn't know if he should even be aroused or get weirded out.
But every time you would bend against the pole and climb your way up as you dance to the music, it was getting harder and harder to suppress the blood rushing to his cock. There was just something with the way you sway your hips and the way you would look at the crowd, tainting this innocent image of you in his head that he was so used to seeing.
Who knew that the person he was arguing with earlier would end up being the one to make Hyunjin's cock stir in his pants.
"Holy shit, did you know about this?" Jisung asks Hyunjin as he shakes his shoulder, pulling him out of his surprised state. Hyunjin only shakes his head no, before turning his head to look at Felix with a glare who only gives him a sheepish smile. "Surprise." He only says, laughing when Hyunjin punches his arm. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asks and he only shrugs, bringing the cup to his lips. "I promised Y/n to not tell anyone so let's just say I sorta broke that promise."
Oh my God, why is he here? That was the first thought that came into your mind the moment you stepped on stage, but when you saw Felix smiling at you beside him, you didn't have to wonder any further. The whole club was dark, the only lights illuminating the whole area were the ones near the stage and several mood lights, but it was enough to let you see the person you dread seeing.
I'm gonna kill you, Felix.
You can tell that he was surprised too, given that his mouth was wide open, gaping like a fish out of water, and it was honestly funny if you were to think about it, but now is not the right time to be distracted. You were in the middle of your performance, and if the crowd notices your sudden change in demeanor, you might get fewer tips, so you went on, as usual, distracting yourself with the crowd.
"Show us your tits!" Hyunjin hears someone from the crowd shout which obviously catches your attention. At this point, he's at the edge of his seat. A side of him wants to see what you'd do, but another side of him just wants to avert his eyes and beat up the person who requested it. Why? Hyunjin also doesn't know, but he may hate you per see the two of you were friends before that. Of course, he still cares, even just a little.
With no hesitation, you slide down the pole and move to the center of the stage, a sly smile plastered on your lips.
Who cares if he's here and that he's watching you? He might as well enjoy the show. What's important now is that you are getting your money's worth. People were throwing money at you and your smile only widens as you watch them pile up on your feet. Fridays are your favorite days to work because it only meant that there were more people, and more people means more money.
"You wanna see them, boys?" You ask the crowd, giving Hyunjin one quick glance before turning your attention back at the crowd, causing them to shower your stage with more money.
Hyunjin felt like his heart skipped a beat the moment he met your eyes with his, causing him to quickly down his alcohol in one go to stop his mouth from drying. Internally, he's freaking out. You know that he's here, you know that he's watching, and you were making sure that he was watching you. You who is about to show everyone your chest for extra money.
You sigh as you turn around, your back towards the crowd as you put on a show before actually removing your top. Hyunjin watches as your hands move against your seemingly soft skin, his cock twitching in his pants as he watches you bend over as you smooth your hands over the swell of your ass before moving back up to unclip the bra. "Damn, I'd fuck her. I would probably even let her take the lead." He hears Jisung mutter from beside him, shifting in his seat. "Are you okay there, Hyunjin? I think you might be having a hard time." Felix teases, eyeing the prominent boner that's straining against the fabric of his jeans. "I think Hyunjin is in love." Minho, who has been silent for a long time now, finally speaks, his eyes still trained on the scene in front of him. "Do you think she likes older guys, Hyunjin?" He asks and Chan practically elbows him. "Why are you guys asking me? I don't even like her." Hyunjin asks rather defensively as he crosses his legs to hide the prominent boner in his jeans. "Then you wouldn't mind us paying a little extra for some special service, yeah?" Chan teases, not missing the way Hyunjin clenches his jaw and shifts uncomfortably in his seat.
For some reason, Hyunjin feels pissed, not liking the way they speak about you as if you were some sort of object. Sure, he hates you, but not to the point where he'll let people talk about you as if you weren't any less of a human.
"Chan, Minho, Jisung, Felix, you guys are my friends, but say one more word about her I'm gonna beat your asses, you hear me?" Hyunjin was serious, and his friends had sensed that. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry, jeez. It was just a joke." Chan says as he raises his hands in defeat before leaning in to get his drink from their table. Without saying another word, stands up and walks away, not even bothering to look back at his table.
The performance ended shortly after and you find yourself headed towards the back for a smoke break. For some reason, Hyunjin disappeared from his table. You didn't know when but after your show, he was just gone.
Good. You didn't wanna deal with him anyway.
You shuffle through your coat pocket for your lighter and your pack of cigarettes as you push the back door open, not even noticing the man standing by the wall a few meters away from you. "Since when did you smoke?" A voice speaks out, catching you by surprise, making you nearly drop your lighter on the ground. You turn your head in the direction of the voice, only to see Hyunjin looking at you with an unreadable expression, his own lit cigarette resting between his fingers.
"And since when did you care about my businesses, Hwang?" You retort, finally lighting up your cigarette. No words were exchanged between the two of you for a moment as you solely focus on the smoke entering your lungs, watching how the vapor disappears into the air as you blow it out.
"Why are you doing this?" Hyunjin suddenly asks, throwing his cigarette on the ground to step on it. "I'm not in the mode to talk to you right now, Hyunjin. Leave me alone." You reply, not sparing him a glance. "I'm trying to have a decent conversation over here and you're just pushing me away." This time, Hyunjin takes a few steps towards you, his feet kicking the tiny pebbles as he walks. "Gee, I wonder why. Oh, that's right. It's because I hate your guts the same way you hate mine. So please, just fuck off." You sigh out, now finally turning to look at him as you lean against the wall.
"Kinda surprising to see the oh-so-sweet-and-smart top student Y/n working in a strip club during her time off, don't you think?" He says as he stands in front of you, his hands buried in the pocket of his jeans. "That's none of your business." You spit out, blowing smoke onto his face. "It will be once I tell the Dean."
Your blood runs cold the moment you hear his words, your eyes widening in realization. "Tell me, Y/n. Have you ever wondered what would happen to your precious scholarship once the whole school finds out?" Hyunjin swiftly rips the cigarette off of your fingers before putting it out with his foot, his arms then caging your smaller frame. "You don't even have any evidence for that. How would they know that you weren't lying?" You said as you try to push him off. He only gives you a smile, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Felix's dad owns this club, don't you remember? I can easily as for your papers and show them to them. I might even ask him to be my witness," He says, nearing his face to yours. "You can never," You say as you finally push him off with a grunt. "Oh, but I could. You can kiss your precious scholarship goodbye in a heartbeat."
"You're a monster." You say out loud coming up to slap his face. Hyunjin manages to grab your hand before you do, gripping your wrist tightly as the two of you stare each other down. A sinister smile is etched onto his face, a smile that you so desperately want to wipe off with a punch. "And you're such a whore for showing your tits in front of a whole crowd. Is this really how you turn out? So desperate for money, you'd sell your body to anyone? What happened to the sweet and innocent Y/n?" He says as he pins you back against the wall again.
At this point, you were already seeing red. You have had it with his attitude for today. With your free hand, you manage to slap him, the sound of your hand coming in contact with his face echoes through your ears. "You have no fucking right to speak to me like that. You have no fucking right, Hwang Hyunjin." You said as you shrug him off. "It's none of your goddamn business whether I show my tits off in front of people and let them fuck me for fucking money. Call me a whore if you want, but I will never, ever, turn out into a monster like you. I am doing this job because I need to, not because I fucking want to!"
Hyunjin stumbles back, holding the spot where you had just slapped him.
"Ever since dad died," you grit out, "it was so hard for us to pay the fucking rent and to pay the bills. And you know what we had to do? We had to live in a shitty apartment, in a shitty neighborhood. And now, my mom suddenly got cancer and we need to find a way to pay for her treatment or else she won't get a single fighting chance to survive it and she's all I have left. This is why I'm fucking selling my body because that's how I can get fast money. So yeah, go ahead and tell the dean what I do for a living and let him take away my fucking scholarship. Give me another reason why I shouldn't leave this godforsaken job. There, are you fucking happy now? Did you get the answer you were looking for?!"
You bit your lip as you try to stop the tears from falling down your eyes, your chest heaving rapidly as you try to catch your breath. "Y/n, I--" Hyunjin tries to say but you cut him off. "Cut it, Hwang. I don't need your fucking pity."
You left without saying another word, rushing towards the bathroom as fast as you can. You hear him call for you but that only made you want to run away faster.
As soon as you made it to the bathroom, you bawl your eyes out, your hands gripping the sink as you try to even your breathing. He wasn't supposed to know any of this; he wasn't supposed to know you work in a strip club and he wasn't supposed to know about your mom's condition, and you curse yourself for letting your anger get the best of you.
"Y/n," Hyunjin says as soon as he enters the bathroom you're in, then locking it behind him. "I said, I don't need your pity so get out of here, you prick!" You shout, turning around to face him.
"I'm sorry." He blurts out suddenly, slightly catching you off guard. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said those things to you," You only huff at his apology, facing away from him so you can wipe the tears from your eyes. "Apology accepted," You mutter out, washing your face. "But not forgiven,"
Hyunjin huffs with a small smile on his face at your words as he leans against the door. "I know."
It was awkward, sharing peaceful silence with someone you've known chaos for a long time, the tantalizing drip of the water onto the rusty pipes below echoes through your ears. "Why are you here?" You ask, breaking the cold silence between the two of you. "Felix invited us." He answers. "It's a surprise seeing you here, though. He never said a word about it until now."
"I'm gonna kill him," you mutter through your teeth, earning a chuckle from the other. "And you, why are you still here," You now turn around to face him, an annoyed look written all over your face. "Do you not like me being here?"
"I don't want you anywhere near me in the first place." You shot back. "That hurt," Hyunjin says playfully, his hand clutching his chest as if you just broke his heart. "Just leave me alone." You shrug him off, turning your head to look at yourself through the mirror. God, you were a mess. Washing your face did no justice in removing your makeup, only further smearing it on your skin around your eyes, making you look like a raccoon.
You angrily grabbed some tissues from the dispenser beside you to attempt to remove the ruined makeup, but with every smear, the worse it gets. "Curse this fucking night!" you cuss out before throwing the now crumpled-up tissue against the mirror. Hyunjin watches with a sigh at your momentary flare-up before pushing himself off the wall. "Come here," he says before spinning you around to face him, completely catching you off-guard. "Hyunjin, what the fuck--"
"Just be quiet," he interrupts, grabbing a handkerchief from his pocket. With one swift motion, he dampens the cloth before his hands gently grab your face. "You know, for someone who's usually composed, it's my first time seeing you upset like this." Hyunjin drawls out as he carefully wipes the makeup from your eyes. "Maybe because I choose to not be upset in front of other people," you grumble out, silently cursing your body for relaxing under his gentle handling. "Especially you."
Hyunjin huffs at your words as he focuses on his delicate cleaning. "Well, here I am, helping you clean up. You should thank me." He jokes, cleaning up the streaks of your mascara. "As if. You're so full of yourself, aren't you sick of it?"
"And you're still hostile as ever. That is what I'm sick of." Hyunjin finishes by wiping your face before turning the handkerchief to its dry side to dry the damp areas of your skin.
Maybe it was the close proximity between the two of you or the way your chests move in sync-- but for whatever reason, the moment your eyes met, the heat started to rise to your cheeks. Dark orbs peer over yours, holding something you've never seen before. In the midst of hatred and anger, there was a certain glint in his eyes that you just can't seem to read.
Like two opposite poles, you start to feel the magnetic pull between the two of you, causing you to grip at the sink to stop you from doing something you'd regret in the end. But his gaze set upon you was just irresistible, dangerous, insatiable. It made you want to look away from him, avert your gaze, just to breathe.
Hyunjin's eyes lower from yours to your parted lips, and the tension between the two of you thickens. "You put quite a show out there," he comments almost breathlessly, his gaze on your lips lingering a few seconds more before looking into your eyes. "If you enjoyed it that much, you should have left a tip." You replied, the cockiness seeping through your voice.
Hyunjin doesn't know what has gotten into him. Before he could even think, his body moves until his lips press into yours, hungrily kissing you like a starved man. It was addicting, his kisses acting like a drug. You got too hooked on the feeling that you didn't even think to push him away.
He nips at your bottom lip and you moan, allowing him to slip his tongue inside you. One of Hyunjin's hands grips your hip while the other cups your cheek, pulling you closer to him as your tongues dance for dominance. You felt helpless against his hold as your arms wrap around his neck, your fingers carding through his blonde locks.
"God, look at you," Hyunjin says as he pulls away to look at your flushed face. "So easy to give in, hm?" He taunts, and you roll your eyes, ignoring the way how his hand makes its way through your coat, his fingers now toying with the lace of your thongs from earlier. "Says the one who made the first move." You reply, gasping once you feel him scoot your thong aside to toy with your slit.
"Oh," Hyunjin huffs out, a smirk plastered on his face. "Wet already? All we did was make out." He said as if it was a matter of fact. You pushed your embarrassment away as your hand moved to palm at his growing bulge, pressing on it until he hisses out. "You're no better, Hwang. I can feel you get hard under my touch. You're as desperate as I am." Hyunjin only grunts in reply as soon as you press down against his clothed cock again before his hands grab your wrist. "I didn't say you can touch me yet," he grits out. "I don't need to follow your rules, you dumb fuck. You don't own me and I do whatever I want." You said as you pull your wrist away from his grip before pulling him by his collar to kiss him again.
Hyunjin groans into the kiss as he tries to match your pace before pulling off, his hand coming to wrap around your throat. "Let's put that mouth into good use, yeah?" He says, his words merely a whisper as his lips nearly touch yours. There was a brief pause between the two of you as he looks into your eyes, his gaze softening a little as he looks for any signs of discomfort, but when you moan the moment he slightly tightens his grip, the same darkness of lust comes back into his eyes.
"Try me." You snarkily reply before giving him a sly smirk, your voice a bit strained. Hyunjin wastes no time in pushing you down to your knees, your hands flying to free his cock from his jeans. "Eager, aren't we?" He quips and you reply with a roll of your eyes. "Don't get too ahead of yourself."
Hyunjin helps you pull off his jeans and boxers, letting them pool around his ankles before grabbing his cock by the base. With its long length with the right amount of curve and girth, you waste no time in giving his head a few tentative licks before wrapping your lips around the swollen muscle, the salty taste of his pre-cum pooling on your tongue. Hyunjin hisses as he slowly feeds his cock into your mouth inch by inch until you gag as he reaches the back of your throat. "That's it, fucking take it." Hyunjin groans out, watching a few stray tears leave your eyes as he experimentally bucks his hips. You pull off his length with a gasp as you try to catch your breath before grabbing a hold of his cock. Hyunjin watches as you spit on his throbbing length, your hands now spreading the wetness before you take him back inside your mouth, the flat of your tongue resting on the underside of his cock.
You stroke what you can't take as you look up at him through your lashes, moaning as soon as you felt him fist your hair from the back of your head. "I'm gonna fuck your throat," Hyunjin says as he thumbs at your cheek, watching how you suckle at his tip, "or would you rather have me fuck you like a whore instead, hm?"
"You probably don't even know how to use your cock right. What makes you think I'll let you fuck me when you probably can't even make me cum?" You said as you pull off his cock with a raised brow. "You think I can't?" Hyunjin says with a scoff, tightening his hold on your hair. "What makes you think you can? You're all bark but no bite, and the only reason why girls are so into you is because of your size."
There it is, the anger you've wanted to bring out of him. You smile as you watch him lose his patience, his eyes holding nothing but pure lust and annoyance. Hyunjin's jaw angrily clenches at your words, his hand coming up to harshly grip your jaw. "Watch how you fucking run your mouth, Y/n, or else--"
"Or else what, hm? Did I hurt your fragile ego, Hwang?" You taunt as you look at him with a prominent smirk, your eyes never leaving his. "Or else you might eat your own words, sweetheart. Now, stand up." He commands with a voice so sickly sweet which was a complete contrast to his angry demeanor, his hand coming up to grab your hair again to pull you up back on your feet before turning you around to face the mirror. He then swiftly peels your coat off your body, leaving you only with the bikini set that you wore earlier on stage.
"Didn't even bother to change?" He asks as his hands smooth through the swell of your ass. "I have another stage later, of course I wouldn't change." You grit out as you hold yourself against the sink. "Really now?" Hyunjin voices out before landing a spank on the flesh of your ass, making you yelp out in surprise. "It would be a shame if I would make a mess out of it, hm?" His hands smooth through the reddened skin before landing another spank, and you couldn't help but let out a choked-out moan.
"Oh, the slut likes pain?" Hyunjin asks, the smirk evident in his voice as it is on his lips. He looks at you through the mirror while his hand creeps out to wrap around your neck to pull you back until you're flushed against his back. "I want you to look in the mirror while I fuck you, you got that?" He whispers against your ear as his lips brush against your skin. The heat in between your legs has become unbearable at this point, and as much as you want to fight back and not give in, his treatment towards you was turning you into putty on his hands. And so you whine, arching your back towards him until his hard cock brushes against the thin material of your thongs. Hyunjin lands another spank before gripping at the flesh, his grip against your throat tightening even more. "Answer me, Y/n. Not unless you don't mind cumming tonight."
"Y-yes, yes. Please, just fuck me already." You mewl out, cringing at how desperate you sound. Hyunjin coos at you demeaningly, his evil smile haunting you as your eyes lock together in the mirror. "That's it, good girl. That wasn't so hard, hm?"
Hyunjin didn't bother to pull your thongs off, resorting to just scooting the fabric aside before running his cockhead through your folds, gathering all your slick. His hands tightly grip your hips as he feeds his dick in your pussy until he was balls deep, groaning at how your warm walls wrap around his length. "Fuck, you're so tight," he grits out, moving his other hand to rub rather comforting circles on your ass. He gives you a while to get used to his size before pulling back until you're left clenching around his tip, only to drive his cock back into you at such force that had you moaning out loud.
"God, if only I knew you felt this good, I would have fucked you already." Hyunjin moans out, moving his hips languidly into you. "E-even if you did, you wouldn't have a- ah fuck-- chance, so don't get your fucking hopes up." You say, gripping at the sink tighter as you try not to moan, but when Hyunjin angled his hips a bit to hit your sweet spot, you can't help but clench around him as you whimper.
The bathroom now smells like sex as lewd sounds of your wet pussy echo through the walls despite the loud music outside. "Eyes on the mirror, angel." Hyunjin reminds you, his hips now picking the pace. You grunt as you do what you're told, your cheeks heating up as you watch yourself get fucked by the person you despise the most. If it weren't for his cock fucking you so well, you would have regretted it. "Aren't you ashamed, Y/n, letting yourself get fucked by me inside a bathroom?" He says as he looks at you through the mirror. "I thought you weren't an easy girl, hm? What happened to the straight-A student who always had her nose stuck on a book just to beat me in some stupid contest?" You only whimper at his words, your mind too hazy to even focus on what he was saying, too busy taking his cock to even think of a snarky reply.
As embarrassed as you are right now, his words still manage to find their way to your core. His words make your pussy clench around his cock as you leak your arousal around him, making the slide around your tight heat easier. Every stroke of his dick has you moaning around him, your eyes struggling to even stay open. You watch as Hyunjin's blonde locks fall over his eyes and how he pushes them back, his teeth caught between his lips as he groans. "What's wrong, Y/n? Does it feel too good? Have I fucked you dumb, baby?" Hyunjin says with a chuckle, his hands coming up to pull you against his chest, his cock driving even deeper into you. "I told you, Y/n. You talk so much shit out of your pretty mouth, look where it got you."
Hyunjin drives his hips even faster into you, making you cry out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You were wrong, so wrong. He does know how to use his cock, and he does know how to make you cum. You feel the familiar knot forming in your stomach which was humiliating enough because he didn't even need to use his hands on your clit to get you this close.
"Fuck, Hyunjin--" You mewl out and he replies with a hum. "I fucking hate you-- God, I'm gonna cum, oh my God." Tears were already prickling your eyes and Hyunjin can feel how much you were clenching around his length. "Do you think you deserve to cum?" He asks as he leans against your back to push you down against the sink. "Yes, please, I just need t-to cum," You cry out as you try to fuck yourself back on his cock, only to be met with Hyunjin spanking you as a warning. "I don't think you do, sweetheart. Maybe next time. You've been a bitch to me, so it's only right to punish you." He says nonchalantly, stopping his movement for a while. You could only feel the sting on your ass and his cock twitching inside you as Hyunjin tries to not cum right then and there. The sight of you begging him to make you cum was a sight for him to remember and something tells him that he'll be coming to the thought of you begging the next time he jerks off, and if anything, it only makes him want to do this all over again.
"But, since I can see that you're trying to be nice even just for once, I guess I could reward you with my cum," Before you could even say anything, Hyunjin fucks you again at a fast pace as he chases his own orgasm. "Fuck, I'm close. Where do you want me?" He asks through gritted teeth, his hips now moving sloppier by the second. "Inside, please. I'm on the pill," you mewl out, your own orgasm hanging by a thread. You were close, oh so close, and if he were to last a bit longer, just a few more thrusts, then maybe you can cum too--
"Shit, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, fuck," Tears fall from your eyes as Hyunjin cums with a groan, thrusting into you one last time until he stills deep inside of you. Your thighs shake as you feel his warmth flood your insides, his cock pulsing with every spurt of his cum.
Hyunjin pulls out of you moments later before putting your thong back into place. "There, so everyone can see the cum leaking out of you when you perform later." He says and you cringe once you feel his cum drip between your legs, soiling your thongs completely. "Hwang Hyunjin, you fucking prick!" You yell at him, watching him tap your ass with a smirk before leaving the bathroom.
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