you knew nicholas from way back in university. same major, same class, but different friend groups. he's handsome, but he was always bothering and teasing you, whistling whenever you walked past him.

"nice skirt," he'd 'compliment', except it wasn't really a compliment, more like a catcall… you rolled your eyes and ignored him. you hope you'd never encounter guys like him after graduation.

but what rotten luck. here he is, three years later, working in the same company, the same office as you. to make matters even worst, his desk is right next to yours. ugh. he's still as infuriating and flirty as ever. he doesn't stop making inappropriate passing remarks to you, as childish as always. it seemed like he never matured mentally. he'd tell you how pretty you still look after all these years, and how 'cute' you are when you get annoyed. but all you do is shoot him a sharp glare. you don't want to give him the satisfaction.

it's a thursday night, 8pm. the office is mostly empty, even the ones that were working overtime had already left. you're drowning with work piled up, multiple reports and spreadsheets due tomorrow but you can't seem to get it right. you sigh loudly in frustration, rubbing your temples. your head and eyes hurts from staring at the computer screen for hours.

"still here?" nicholas appears by your desk, a teasing smirk on his face, his annoying voice interrupting your thoughts. you let out a 'tch', not in the mood to deal with him.

"deadline." you answer curtly, eyes still fixed onto your computer screen.

"i finished my part like last week," he mocks, rubbing salt in your wound. your right eye twitches, feeling your anger boiling, looking up at his smug face. "i could help you finish your report."

"yeah, like hell you will," you raise your eyebrow him. "what's the catch? buying you coffee for a week?" nicholas shakes his head, laughing.

"no, not that," he steps closer, stopping right to you. "you know what i mean… suck me off and i'll help you finish your report."

"are you crazy? fuck off, wang," your eyes narrow in anger and disgust at his obscene proposition. you have half a mind to email HR and report him for sexual harassment right there and then. maybe then he'll finally leave you alone.

"fine, fine.. suit yourself then." he shrugs. you stare at the computer screen, and you can feel another headache incoming. there's still so, so much work. you really should have started this task earlier, and you doubt that you could finish this by today. he starts to turn to walk away. if caught, you and nicholas could lose your jobs. but desperate times call for desperate measures. you wanted to go home, you really, really hated working overtime. you have a headache, your body hurts, you haven't had time for lunch and theres a pile of chores waiting for you at home.

"wait," you call out. he stops and turns back. "you're a pervert, but fine…" you quietly accuse him. he's smiling mischeviously from ear to ear. he reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. he's taking pleasure in seeing your predicament. what a sadist...

"where?" you quickly question him, your eyes nervously looking around the office. "here's fine, i checked the locations of security cameras when i first joined so that i can slack off without getting caught. the security cameras don't monitor this area." he shrugs, sitting on his office chair. you roll your eyes. of course he out of all people knows the best way to slack off. he leaned back on his office chair. you sigh, getting up and approaching him.

you knelt inbetween his legs, the carpeted floor dulling the sound of your knees hitting the surface. he looks around the office once more to see if there's anyone around. the office cubicles are empty, computers screen black and the printers and copiers turned off. he gives you a nod to go ahead. you're really going to do this. your hands are slightly trembling. you can't tell if it was from the amount of caffeine you consumed today or from the fact you are about to do something so obscene and risque in the office.

your fingers held onto his zipper and unzipped his office slacks. his fingers run through your hair, encouraging you on. you look up, and he's still smirking at you. god, how you wish you could wipe off that infuriating smirk off of his face. you help to slide his boxers and slacks off, and he's already half hard, leaking precum at the tip. your hands wrap around him; warm, soft, but slightly hesitant. his hips jerks forward instinctively, chasing after the delicious, warm friction. you open your mouth to take him in slowly.

"fuck-," he mutters, his head tilting back against the office chair. his fingers tangle in your hair, gripping it gently, trying to guide you to bob your head up and down his length. as his erection grows to full hardness, you realize that he's just too big; you try to slacken your jaw and relax your neck to take in as much as him as possible.

he bites his lips to stifle his moans, trying to be quiet. but his hips subconciously move on it's own, forcing his length deeper and deeper into your throat.

"yeah, like that-…" he moans softly, gripping the locks of your silky hair tighter, manhandling your head as he pleases. he's so big, the bulbous tip continously hitting the back of your throat. with every thrust, it drags against the palate. your tongue instinctively licks around his cock and you could feel every vein, and every drop of precum. your saliva makes each thrust even wetter and messier, thick droplets dripping down your chin and down your neck. the wet sounds are loud in the otherwise quiet office.

"close-," he warns, his hips rutting quicker and quicker against the roof of your mouth. it's so warm, and wet and the soft muscle of your tongue swirling makes it feel like heaven for him. he rocks his hips as deep as he possibly can, forcing himself down your throat with no regard for your comfort. your eyes water as you glare up at him, your palms angrily slapping his thighs. but he doesn't go slower. he doesn't stop. that defiant look in your eyes only spurs him on, as he continuously slams down your spasming, clenching throat. it's so tight, and he loves it so much. his eyes rolls to the back of his head.

without a warning, he ungraciously cums down your throat. he rode out his orgasm, thick ropes of cum filling your throat and mouth. the salty, musky taste making you grimace. ugh... you stand up quickly, snatching a piece of tissue from the tissue box on his desk. you spat out as much cum as you could and glared at him. your knees were shaking and stinging, feeling raw from the carpet burn and your jaw aches from the stretch of his cock. your scalp hurts from the way he roughly tugged at it. he takes a tissue and wipes himself off, giving you a sleazily and satisfied smirk. you can't stop glaring at him, your hair messy from all the pulling and your eyes watering from the stretch. god, how you wish you could slap that smirk off his face.

"10 out 10, not bad at giving head", he comments like as if this is a normal, everyday occurrence between colleagues. he's pulling his boxers and zipping his pants up. you scowled at his degrading remark. not bad? but your mouth is too sore to argue back, so you don't say anything. he walks over to your office chair and takes a seat, cracking his knuckles. he examines the work on your computer. there's still many things left to do.

"i'll handle it. you can go home now," he waves you off, starting to type on your computer keyboard. you don't thank him, still wiping the corners of your lips. the salty taste is heavy on your tongue and your throat is sore and tight.

"see you tomorrow." you hum at him, taking your bag and starting to walk away and go home.

it's 10.30pm, you're in your apartment, already showered and eating a late dinner. you made sure to brush your teeth twice and gargle mouthwash for longer. your phone dings. you just received a text message from nicholas.

"just finished. told you i'll make it before the deadline." you roll your eyes and ignore his text.

“i can’t stand him! just look at that fucking face!”

“i mean yeahhh he’s pretty hot,” maki nods as he leans in to look at what you’re staring at. yuma nakakita.

“what- no! i mean look how smug he looks!” you smack your best friend in the chest, a frown dawning your face, “why are you calling the enemy hot???”

“girl you say enemy but i think you just want to fuck him,” your damn friend bursts into a fit of laughter as he states the obvious, “all you do is talk about him, even now when there’s like a hundred other guys around you, you choose to talk about him.”

“whose side are you on mauss?”

“lets be real babe. you know i’m right.”

you storm off like a spoiled brat, unable to accept anything maki had just said because deep down, you knew it was true. that you wanted to fuck yuma.

yuma is hot, the hottest man you’ve met in your entire life. and once upon a time, you might’ve had the tiniest crush on him... until he opened his mouth the first time you met him during class and every single one of his words were like venom, attacking you for no apparent reason.

and you’ve hated him since.

you always questioned why yuma picked on you so much but just passed it off as his shitty personality.

sigh.

hoping to rid yuma off your mind, you pour yourself three shots and down them in record time, like a girl on a mission, to get drunk and enjoy the rest of your night at the frat party.

“they just invite anyone to these parties now?”

that voice. that god awful voice you’ve dreaded hearing all night.

so you ignore.

well try to but yuma being yuma, makes himself comfortable in front of you, entirely blocking your way.

“what the hell do you want?” your voice reeks of irritation but it doesn’t seem to phase the man one bit. looking up, you meet his gaze and almost immediately... you regret it.

because even with this much hatred for him, you still found yourself weak in the knees every damn time he looked at you. you must be sick in the head because it made no sense.

“ouch, who hurt you,” he smirks, mocking you, “always such a bitch.”

“excuse me?”

“let me repeat myself slowly so you can understand better,” he leans in towards you, his face just inches away from yours, “you’re. such. a. bitch.”

“fuck you!”

you know for a fact that he’s trying to rile you up so you had to fight it, to keep calm and just walk away from the situation. the last thing you needed right now was to lose your voice from another screaming match with him in the middle of all these people.

with a sigh, you step around him but he’s quick to block you. again and again, yuma blocks your path until you accidentally bump into him and spill your drink onto yourself, completely drenching your white top.

“are you happy?” you spit at him, venom lacing your tone as frustration seeps through your entire body.

you both stay silent for a moment, no one saying or moving away from the situation or the closeness. your breath hitches when you catch his gaze drop for a split second, to your chest before going back to you.

you wait for the incoming attack of snarky remarks, of laughter, of smirks but nothing comes. instead, the man grabs your wrist and pulls you along, all the way up the stairs. a “prohibited area” for party goers.

“yuma- let go!” you struggle to free yourself from his grasp but he doesn’t budge, not until you’re both standing inside a bedroom that you assume belongs to him. you watch as he pulls out a random shirt from his closet and throws it at you, without a single remark or even a mocking look.

that’s new.

“i-” you can’t help but sound awkward, not knowing how to react to your enemy being slightly nice for once. “l- look away!”

“it’s not like there’s anything to see.” 

“screw you,” you say as you quickly change while the man has his back to you.  

“why are you always such a fucking bitch to me?” he turns back without care but luckily you’re already done changing, much to his dismay, “maybe you need to get dicked.”

“yeah maybe but definitely not by you.”

before you could even turn to leave, yuma grabs your arm, pulling you back to him. the sudden obvious tension in the room is suffocating to say the least but it’s his darkened gaze that has you feeling nervous all over. the look in his eyes is completely unreadable, a stark contrast to the mocking one he usually gave you.

“wh- what are you doing-”

“why not me?” his voice is as low as whisper, the huskiness in his tone enough to send shivers down your spine, “you don’t think i can fuck you good?”

“it’s not that i think you can’t,” you’re unsure why you’re playing into his games again, why you suddenly feel the urge to push his buttons in the most dangerous way possible. “i know you can’t.”

“watch it.”

“and what? what will you do nakakita-”

yuma slams you onto the door the moment those words leave your lips, the man now caging you in with his much bigger frame. one of his hands is resting beside your head while the other is gripped onto your waist, almost as if afraid you’d run away.

“yu-”

his lips were on yours before you could finish his name, kissing you with such urgency, like he’d been waiting for it. perhaps the alcohol you had earlier was finally kicking in, perhaps you were just plain crazy, whatever it may be, you found yourself kissing the man back without hesitation as well.

the kiss is nothing but rough, your bottom lip feels completely numb from how harsh he is being but you don’t care. you wanted more. you wanted nakakita yuma.

“tell me you don’t want this and i’ll stop,” he mumbles as he pulls away slightly, just enough for you both to catch your breaths.

“yuma-”

“tell me!” desperation flashes across his eyes as his grip tightens around you, like he wants you to say it. to say that you wanted this too.

“fuck me.”

“what?” he freezes for a moment, like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. and at this point, neither can you.

never in a million years did you think something like this would happen, that you’re trapped against the wall by your so called enemy who’s literally begging you to give him the green light. to fuck you.

what a turn of events this is.

“please,” you whisper, hands lacing themselves around his neck to pull him closer, “just fuck me.”

for the first time since you’ve met him, yuma actually looks like he has nothing to say. entirely flabbergasted to his core.

perhaps it’ll be something you’ll both regret tomorrow morning but right now, you both wanted nothing more than this.

because one second you’re grinding each other against the door and the next, you’re lying amongst his soft haven of sheets and pillows with the man himself hovering over. his hands are already busy at your waist, holding it down, his grip even rougher than before.

“y- yuma...” you’re already breathless from the way he’s kissing at your neck, decorating your delicate skin with marks you know will turn a different shade by tomorrow. but that’s a problem you’ll deal with tomorrow, along with maki’s hundreds and hundreds of incoming questions about them.

“hm?” he hums into your skin, “tell me what you want.”

“do something... anything.”

he pauses for a moment to look up at you, eyes drooped over as a smirk appears across his face. that god damn smirk you hated with your entire being.

“this,” the man says as he lifts your jaw up and runs his thumb gently over your lips, “if i knew it’d shut you up, i would’ve kissed you a long time ago.”

“well hurry up then or are you just gonna talk all night?”

and the man didn’t need to be asked twice, immediately going back in to kiss you like he’s hungry, like he had been starved for days on end. he kisses you like he’s desperate for you.

his hand is at the hem of your skirt before you even realised, fingers already creeping its way underneath the flimsy fabric. his touch sends a shiver through you, the coldness of his fingertips although unexpected, feels so unbelievably soft against your skin.

yuma pulls away for a second to catch his breath but his eyes stay on you the entire time, silently watching you react to his fingers finally reaching where you needed him most. you gasp at the feeling of him pushing against your clothed core but don’t push it away, hell you wanted him to rip that shitty piece of material away already!

“yuma...”

“say it again. say my name again.”

“yuma- ah!”

the man yanks aside your panties and pushes into you mid sentence, immediately filling you with two of his fingers. if this is how it felt with just his fingers, you couldn’t imagine what his dick would be like later.

he isn’t rough like you initially thought he’d be. instead, the man takes his time with you, allowing you to adjust until you’re comfortable enough for him to move. and when you finally are, he moves slowly, in and out of you ever so gently but enough to have you seeing stars.

you almost pass out when his thumb presses down onto your clit, softly kneading at it as his fingers continued working your core. your insides clench desperately around him then, your body needing more of him. now.

for once you’re thankful for the loud music downstairs because the sounds you were already making weren’t appropriate at all. no matter how hard you held back, moans, whimpers and the soft calls of his name spilled from your lips uncontrollably. like you were going insane.

“i can feel you clenching- fuck-” his voice is lower than usual, almost breathy, “will you let me? let me make you feel so good?”

you try to respond but nothing comes besides another pathetic whimper. so you grab him by the neck instead, yanking him down and kissing him. hard and desperate.

you know he’s pleased with the move, evident in the way he’s instantly grinning into the kiss. and embarrassingly enough, you were grinning too. ear to ear. it’s an unbelievably sweet moment, something you never thought could happen between you and yuma.

yet it’s happening right now and your damn heart is thrashing way too hard about it.

with everything that’s happening, it doesn’t take long before you feel that familiar knot inside, waiting to combust. but you needed that small push, something yuma instantly catches onto and fulfils right away. thank god for that.

his fingers curl inside of you before he fastens his hands, a combination of movements that immediately had you reaching that cloud nine high you were waiting for. your entire body shutters as you finally come, your juices freely making a mess over his hands and the sheets beneath. the embarrassment can wait because you’re currently too fucked out to care.

“look at you, so so fucking pretty for me,” he says as he puts his fingers into his mouth, the very same fingers that were just inside of you a second before. and the very same ones that are dripping with your juices.

if your heart was thrashing before, well it’s just about to pop right out of its socket now thanks to yuma himself.

you’re not dumb, you knew yuma had a way with his words, the man able to get with just about anyone if he really wanted to. but right now, you can’t help but fall for them damn words. the way he’s gazing down at you isn’t helping your case either.

the way he looks at you tonight is different, something you just can’t seem to explain. maybe you’re just tipsy but you swear there was a glint in his eyes, a very slight hint of sincerity in them that you’ve never seen from him before.

“gonna make you feel good. make my pretty girl feel so good.”

gulp.

if it was any other man, you would’ve kicked him in the balls but just something about the way yuma claimed you as his is doing things to you, things you’ve never felt before with anyone else.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

the sudden banging on the door immediately has you pushing up against poor yuma, almost knocking him off the bed.

“don’t worry about it, it’s probably no one-”

“dude are you in there?!” taki screams from the other side of the door as his knocking continues, “somi is looking for you!”

somi?

oh, the cheer captain. the most beautiful girl on campus.

of course she’s looking for yuma.

“hyuna and hyerim are here somewhere too! they were looking for you too! come down soon!” taki says before his voice begins to fade away, just like his footsteps.

“guess everyone wants a piece of nakakita yuma. even you.”

and reality kicks in, an instant reminder that nakakita yuma was a fuck boy, a man whore, your enemy. someone who wanted an easy fuck and almost got it out of you with some sweet words.

“right,” you don’t mean to sound disappointed but you do because you are. it was stupid but a part of you thought there was something more to the kiss, to the touches, the sweet nothings... and especially the look in his eyes. more than just to get his dick wet. but you guess you were wrong.

the smug grin on his face immediately drops once he notices the change in your tone. he reaches out then, in an attempt to grab your arm but you pull away and hurry to straighten out your clothes.

“what are you doing?” he sounds surprised, both his tone and the soft look in his eyes almost makes him seem genuine. but you know yuma, there’s no such thing as genuine for him.

“forget it. this was a mistake,” you scoff and move away from him.

“hey- i was just joking-”

“no yuma, this was a joke.”

and you were out the door, wanting nothing more than to forget about this fucked up fever dream that you needed to wake up from.

to be continued maybe??? tell me what you think 😏

nicholas - switch

biggest switch in the group argue with the wall. it all depends of his mood, but he definitely tends to bottom more. when he tops: starts rough but doesn't last too long (he doesn't have that much energy lol) when he bottoms: the bratty and whiny type.

euijoo - switch with a top preference

don't let his cute aura fool you this man is a top. he looks shy but he definitely has a lot of kinks (he's still gentle most of the time) but! he can also bottom with the right person *cough* nicholas *cough* and he's so obedient when he does yesyes

yuma - switch (mostly bottom)

this freak is fine with anything so he can both give and receive. it's rare to see him top tho. he loves to be manhandled, used, ruined... do literally anything with him, he will love it.

jo - top

again, don't let his cute face fool you. we've all seen him this tour right? HE'S A FREAK. i don't need to give more explanations.

taki - sub top

he's definitely a top but also loves to be told what to do / be taken care of. i also think 80% of the time he doesn't know what he's doing so he definitely needs some guidance lmao

harua - bottom / power bottom

how can y'all put him as top lol

maki - top

you weren’t thinking about anything anymore—no worries, no words, just the raw, primal need for more.

your jaw slackened, and a thin string of drool escaped the corner of your mouth, wetting the pillowcase as your eyes glazed over in a state of pure, erotic stupor.

“look at you, angel,” he groaned, his breath hot on your neck. “totally gone. just a dumb, dripping mess for me. you don’t need to think, sweetheart. just feel how deep i am.”

desperate for more contact, you reached back, grabbing his muscular arm and pulling it forward, guiding it around your neck to lock you in a tight headlock. the pressure against your throat only heightened the arousal, making your head swim.

the moment your arm locked his in place, nicholas reacted with a surge of aggression. he gripped your waist tighter, his fingers digging into your skin, and began to fuck you with a renewed intensity.

he hammered into you, each thrust faster and harder than the last, the sound of his pelvis slapping against your ass echoing through the room.

you were completely undone, your face pressed against his bulging bicep. as he drove deep, your head lolled, and you began to drool directly onto his skin, the moisture slicking his arm. you couldn’t form full sentences, your brain turned to mush by the sheer pleasure of the friction.

“nicho… oh god—weno…” you moaned, your voice broken and breathless. you leaned into the headlock, whispering frantically against his skin, “it’s so good… so deep… please, please, just keep fucking me…”

he let out a guttural growl, his pace becoming frantic. he was drilling into you now, hitting that sweet spot with every single plunge, driving you further and further into a mindless haze of pleasure.

you were nothing but a shaking, drooling mess beneath him, completely conquered by the depth of his cock and the weight of his praise.

nicholas’ breathing had turned into a ragged, animalistic snarls, his entire body trembling with the effort of the friction. he felt your walls clamping down on him, milking him with every desperate twitch of your muscles.

he let out a loud, guttural roar, his hips locking forward one last time, burying his cock as deep as it could possibly go, pinning you flat against the bed.

the sensation was explosive. you felt the hot, thick jets of his cum erupting deep inside you, pulsing against your cervix in heavy waves. the sheer volume of his load filled you up, the warmth spreading through your womb, making you cry out in a high, broken wail.

you were shaking, your brain completely fried, your eyes rolled back as the orgasm ripped through you, leaving you twitching and mindless.

but as the initial peak subsided, the hunger didn’t leave. you were still in that drooling, vacant state, your mind replaced by a primal, aching void that only he could fill. even as he started to soften slightly, you gripped his arm tighter, pulling his bicep back against your cheek, your voice a needy, incoherent whimper.

“more… please, weno… don’t stop… fuck me more,” you sobbed, your hips grinding back against him, begging for the friction to return.

nicholas groaned, the sound vibrating through your spine. he was still half-hard, his cock swimming in the slick mixture of your juices and his own seed. he didn’t pull out, gripping your hips again, his fingers bruising your skin, and began to slide back into motion.

the sound was wet and squelching, the excess cum acting as a lubricant as he started to drive into you again, slower at first, then building back up to a punishing pace.

“you’re such a greedy angel, aren’t you,” he rasped, his voice thick with lust. “i just filled you to the brim, and you still want more? you just want to be my little breeding sow, don’t you?”

the word breeding snapped something inside you. you let out a whimpering moan, your head lolling as you drooled onto his arm again, your voice a desperate, breathless whisper.

“yes.. please… i want your babies… fill me up, weno… please make me pregnant… wanna carry your babies…”

the request drove him wild.

the thought of claiming you permanently, of planting his seed deep inside your womb until you were swollen with his child, sent a fresh surge of hardness back into his cock. he shifted his grip, grabbing your hair to pull your head back, exposing your throat while he hammered into you with a possessive rhythm.

“you want my babies now, angel?” he growled, his thrusts becoming frantic and deep again, slapping your ass with a loud, rhythmic crack. “gonna pump so much cum into you that you’ll be leaking for days. gonna make sure you’re knocked up, angel. you’re going to carry my brat, and you’re gonna love every second of being my bred-out toy.”

you were completely gone, a shaking, sobbing mess of pleasure. every time he bottomed out, you felt remaining cum being pushed deeper into you, the thought of impregnation making your pussy clench around him in tight, rhythmic spasms.

you begged him, your words slurred and broken, “fill me… please, nicho… give me your babies…”

he didn’t stop, drilling into you with a relentless intensity, determined to leave you completely saturated and claimed, fucking you into a state of total, blissful oblivion.

“don’t worry, angel… daddy’s gonna make sure he put his babies into you…” he growled into your neck, planting a quick peck against the soft skin.

“I’m home,”

“Appa!”

You smile as you watch your 6 year old daughter drop everything and run straight to Euijoo, excited that her father is home after spending 8 hours at the office. You put down the book you’re reading, and make your way to Euijoo – Euijoo, on the other hand, smiles brightly and quickly lifts your daughter up before spinning her through the air. Giggles instantly fill your house – both belong to Euijoo and your daughter.

“How was work?”

You ask while prying the bag off Euijoo’s shoulder as he carries your daughter in his arm. 

“It was fine. Oh, I bought you flowers. Wait,”

Euijoo opened the front door and disappeared behind it with your daughter for a moment, making you tilt your head, wondering where he placed the flowers.

“Here,”

Euijoo hands you a bouquet of your favourite flowers, making your eyes widens and your lips instantly curl into a wide smile. He drops a kiss on your temple, before your daughter tugged on his tie, wanting his father’s attention.

“Appa, if I get married, will I get flowers like Mama too?”

Euijoo blinks his eyes repeatedly – married? Your daughter never mentioned marriage before, and despite the tons of happily ever after stories both of you told her, her response was: “One day I’ll be like Snow White too! Live in the castle with my prince!”.

“Appa will buy it for you, you don’t have to wait until you get… married,”

It feels hard – painfully bitter to be precise, for Euijoo to say the word married. 

“I don’t want it from Appa! I want it from my husband!”

Euijoo’s eyes grow as wide as possible, and he turns to look at you in disbelief. Husband? Which kid in the kindergarten told her this? Was it her best friend Yumi, or was it a boy? Did he propose to her? 

Honestly, looking at Euijoo’s reaction makes you want to laugh. Your husband has made it clear that your daughter will not be dating until the right age (there’s no clear number, it’s just when he deems it right) ever since she was 2 days old. 

“Hu–husband?”

“Yes, appa! I want a husband! I want this person to be my husband!”

Your daughter squirms, wanting to be put down, causing Euijoo to crouch down and carefully let her go from his arms.

“Love, what happened? Why–No, what makes her talk about a husband? She’s 6! And– God, she skipped the boyfriend phase?”

“Well–”

“Appa! Come here! I want to show you!”

“She has a photo of him?!”

“Joo… you’re overreacting.”

“No, I’m underreacting.”

“Hubby, you’ll be alright.”

“I’m not alright! I just got home, and our daughter is saying that she wants flowers from her husband! Not from me! I just got rejected!”

Euijoo kneels on the floor, looking as dejected as ever, and you have to turn your head somewhere else to laugh, so that your husband won’t turn into a sad looking puppy. 

“Appa!! Come here quick!!”

“I thought I have at least 20 years before hearing her saying the husband word,”

Euijoo heaves a deep sigh, and you bite your lower lips, trying to hold back your laugh. You kneeled on the floor too, approaching your husband and patting his back before helping him to get up.

“Appa!”

“Appa is coming,”

You reply, and drag Euijoo to the living room. Euijoo keeps sighing and shaking his head, heartbroken over his daughter wanting a husband this early. Luckily she’s 6, so it means that she won’t be having an actual husband soon because that would be illegal. But still.

“Appa! Here! Look at the TV!”

Great. He has to look at the boy’s face at the big ass TV now. You silently giggle while watching your husband, who reluctantly lifts his head up to look at the TV – his eyelids then flutters rapidly.

“Ju…Justin Bieber?”

“Yes! Justing Bieber!”

“Justin, princess,”

You gently corrected your daughter’s pronunciation.

“Justin!”

He heaved a relieved sigh, before he turned his head to you, wanting an explanation on how your daughter ended up falling in love– no, having a crush– no, wanting Justin Bieber to be her husband.

“She was sleeping, and I was doing some chores. I played Justin Bieber’s music video on the TV to listen while doing the chores… and then when I was done doing the laundry, I found her already… hooked.”

“No one can escape the Justin Bieber phase, huh?”

“Yes, and that includes your daughter,”

“And the husband part?”

“Well… she asks about us. Like, our relationship. I told her that we’re husband and wife, and it was… a long explanation. About love and etc,”

“LOVE?”

“Yes,”

“She’s too young for love talk,”

Euijoo buried his face on his palms while groaning – he can’t believe that his daughter just had a love talk session with you. 

“And… she decides she’s in love with Justin and wants him to be her husband…”

Euijoo sighs before he looks at his daughter whose eyes are glued onto the Justin Bieber photo, with a wide smile on her lips.

“Well, at least it’s Justin Bieber.”

You bite your lower lips while patting Euijoo’s shoulder, and guide him to sit down on the couch. A familiar song begins to play on the TV – you spare a glance at your daughter, who just pressed the button to play the ‘Baby’ music video.

“It’s only Justin Bieber, right?”

Euijoo asks as he finds it weird that you keep biting your lower lips. You give him an awkward smile, causing Euijoo to furrow his eyebrows. 

“I found a love letter in her bag…”

“Oh my god… Oh my– why are the kids– is it– I have no words. God,”

Euijoo dropped to the floor once again, this time, both of his knees and hands on the ground. He can’t believe that his nightmare is starting, especially when his daughter is just 6 years old.

You hung your head low as you giggled over your husband’s dramatic reaction. Your husband has always been the calm one, so when he loses his composure over things like this, you think it’s very funny.

“Would you like–”

“No. Let’s not talk about it. Our daughter is 6. She’s not legal to be married. She’s not having a husband. She’s definitely not going to be in love. She doesn’t know the difference between love, crush and like! Whose kid gave her the love letter? I’m going to have a man to man talk with that kid tomorrow,”

Euijoo plopped down on the floor while saying that – it’s like he had lost all the hope in the world.

“Hubby, it’s… kids. They aren’t serious… like you said, they don’t know the difference…”

“When I was a kid, all I thought about was to play outside. Not to find love,”

“Oh. That’s… different from me.”

Euijoo fixes his eyes on you as he gets up – his curiosity fuels him to stand up again.

“What’s so different, love?”

“I had… my first kiss when I was 6.”

Euijoo shuts his eyes tightly – a pained expression written all over his face, before he rubs his temple as he can feel an incoming headache from all the shocking and devastating news he’s receiving today.

“Yeah. It’s official. Today is the worst day of my life. My daughter is in love, and has a secret admirer, and my wife had her first kiss when she was 6. Oh my god, OH MY GOD, THERE'S A POSSIBILITY THAT THAT BOY KISSED HER TOO. OH MY GOD,”

additional notes: spoiling everyone with double updates over this weekend after a long wait! and as always, thank you for reading until the end <3

“i... thought ej was picking me up?”

“it was easier for nico to pick us up, we’ll meet the others there,” maki yawns through every word before gesturing to the front, “front seat is all yours, i need to nap.”

of course this would happen to you.

you had planned to stay away from nicholas yet here you were, having to sit beside him for an entire hour ride. and to make matters worse, maki really did pass out in the back seat only two minutes into the drive, leaving poor you and mr grumpy pants practically alone.

you’re thankful though, that nicholas ignores you for most of the drive because after what happened the last two times you both were alone... whatever weird thing those instances were... you just didn’t know how to act around him anymore.

you’re not sure what time of day it is when nicholas suddenly brakes hard, your entire body almost flying out of the seat if not for the seatbelt and the man’s arm that was instantly across your chest, holding you back.

“are you okay?” he asks softly, “sorry, the car in front stopped out of no where.”

although you’re startled by the sudden stop, it’s the look he gives you that truly takes you by surprise. he’s concerned, brows slightly furrowed as he scanned your face for some sort of reaction. it’s as if he’s actually worried about you.

you’re both so busy caught in each other’s gazes to realise that poor maki had half rolled off, the seat belt the only thing holding him back. the boy groans from his position, the sight so amusing that even nicholas ends up laughing.

then you’re back to looking at each other again, realisation seemingly hitting you both at once. the realisation that you’re supposed to be enemies and not laughing together like parents laughing at their big kid.

nicholas is the first to clear his throat, quickly turning back to the road while you try to help maki up the best you could.

with maki now awake, the atmosphere felt a lot lighter. even nicholas seemed more relaxed and honestly, so were you. so much so that you end up falling asleep in the middle of one of maki’s boring stories.

when you do wake, you find yourself in an unfamiliar bed instead of the car, which you assume was because one of the guys carried you in after arriving.

stepping into the eerily quiet hallway, you begin looking around kei’s beautifully decorated beach house. the bastard really was god’s favourite because having that face with that family background was totally unfair. but being his bestie had its perks, one of them being an invitation here for his weekend birthday bash every year.

“oh my god!” you jump back when one of the bedroom doors suddenly open up, with none other than nicholas standing there, “you scared me!”

he looks down at you with his usual unpleased face, evidently annoyed by your current antics. it doesn’t take long before your own eyes go wondering to his arms that peeked through his white short sleeve shirt.

no matter how many times you’ve seen him, you never fail to be in awe at how handsome he was. damn it.

“where’s everyone?”

“the store.”

you leave the conversation and decide to go for a quick dip in the pool before the guys come back. you love them all to death, but they’re such a handful sometimes so you’ll take any alone time that you can.

the huge pool is just wonderful when you get in, the water just right on your skin. it’s the most relaxed you’ve felt in a while, and you were going to enjoy every moment of it by yourself.

...

until you hear the backdoor opening and lo and behold, nicholas wang walks out in nothing but swim shorts. perhaps your eyes are weird because you immediately gawk at his bare torso and those god damn shorts that literally left nothing to the imagination.

why can’t you seem to look away??

he looked so, so good. he always does, but seeing him half naked made your head spin. it’s literally uncontrollable how you immediately feel upon seeing him, like every other time before this. you hate to admit, but the man was starting to have some weird effect on you.

“take a picture while you’re at it.”

“i wasn’t staring at you!” lies, lies, lies and you know it.

the smirk on his lips makes your eyes naturally roll. you try to ignore him, but instead of doing the same, he jumps into the pool as well. he does a few laps as you watched, silently pleased at the view.

you’re taken by surprise when he suddenly stops right in front of you... and looks down at you.

“you really like to watch me. i’ve noticed,” he smirks while running his fingers through his wet hair, droplets falling down the side of his face, down that neck and down that chest.

what a sight.

“relax wang, you’re not that great to look at.”

“seems like you think so.”

“not everyone wants to fuck you. there are some of us who despises you too you know?”

“oh,” he chuckles mockingly, “and which one are you?”

you open your mouth to retaliate but end up splashing water onto him instead. his judgmental reaction has you in immediate chuckles, so you do it again and again until he grabs onto your wrist, his fingers gripped tightly around it to hold you still.

“childish.”

“hey let go-” you barely manage to say but the man pulls you flat against him, your faces now way too close for comfort. he doesn’t say anything but the way he’s staring down at you had you feeling everything at the same time, especially in between your legs.

you feel conflicted, knowing that nothing was stopping you from actually moving away except for your own feet that feel glued in place.

that feeling then rushes back to you, the same one you felt that night in maki’s bedroom. when you both almost kissed. when you waited for him to kiss you.

god you’re so pathetic.

and it seemed like he had the same idea, his eyes never once leaving your lips. every breath, every movement, you both were in sync, both leaning in closer. you could smell him, you could feel his heart beat. you were just way too close.

his lips are now almost brushing against yours, barely a breathe away-

“um.” of course it’s byun-fucking-euijoo who saves the day or in this case... interrupts? “are you guys... swimming... together?”

“i- i was just leaving,” you manage to rid of nicholas’ grip and leave the pool, all in two seconds, something you should’ve done earlier.

you hide away in your room for the next hour with the excuse of napping. until dinner time. everyone is sat around the long dining table, enjoying kei’s cooking and with you strategically seated on the opposite end of nicholas.

“you better not bring anyone home tonight,” yuma glares over at his new roommate maki, “i need my sleep and you’re always too fucking loud.”

“hey! i’m not a slut like kei!”

“hey!” poor kei looks up mid bite, “nico is the one with a new girl every second day!”

of course he is. why are you not surprised to hear such thing about nicholas wang?

you instinctively glance over at said man further down the table and interestingly enough, he was already staring at you.

“well i don’t have to worry about losing any sleep with you as my roommate, right girl?” taki winks at you, “we all know you ain’t getting any.”

“well maybe tonight’s the night,” you daringly stare at nicholas as the nonsense spilled from your lips, “maybe i WILL bring someone back.”

the table erupts in laughter and playful comments but nicholas simply scoffs, again. you know he’s mocking you, silently laughing at you, not with you. so you decide to show him.

and show him you did.

because for the rest of the night while at the club, you really put yourself out there. of course being tipsy really helped you ease into the crowd. you spoke to bartenders, waiters, men who hit on you. even women. for some fucked up reason in the universe, you wanted to show nicholas, you wanted him to notice.

and notice he did.

because for the rest of the night, nicholas’ eyes stayed on you. you knew he sat at the private booth the entire time, hand clutching drink after drink as he watched your every move, your every interaction and every single fake flirty giggle.

if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was jealous.

it was some sort of silent competition between you two. at what exactly? you’re not sure. the prize? you’re not sure about that either. but it didn’t matter because you were very evidently winning.

“you’re really cute,” a stranger at the bar says loudly as he leans in to get your attention, “do you think i could get your number?”

you don’t even get the chance to respond because someone squeezes in between, creating a barrier between you and the stranger. even in such a crowded and over stimulating place, you immediately knew the familiar cologne.

you immediately knew it was nicholas.

without warning, he pulls you away by the wrist. like he owned you.

“nicholas- let go!”

despite your yells and all the stares, nicholas’ death grip on your wrist stays put, tightening the more you struggled. he doesn’t even give you the chance to object before ushering you into a waiting cab.

it’s quiet the entire way home to the beach house but you don’t want it any other way. you were so tipsy and he was so mad, a true recipe for disaster. so the best option was to stay silent at this point.

what you didn’t understand was why he was so angry, why he suddenly did what he did.

as the man paid the driver, you stormed straight into the home and into the kitchen for some water. it’s then that nicholas also appears, the man silently watching you from the other side of the kitchen bench. like a hawk to its prey.

“you’re so fucking desperate.”

“what the fuck is your problem now?" you slam the glass down onto the counter, almost breaking the poor thing in your hold.

“don’t you get tired? from one man to another?”

“why are you always so worked up over who i talk to? are you jealous? jealous that i don’t give you the attention i give other guys? just say it!”

“jealous?” he scoffs out loud while stepping closer to you, gradually closing the gap between you, “if i wanted your attention, i’d have it.”

“you’re so fucking full of yourself wang.”

having enough of nicholas for the night, you turn away but he grabs your arm, spinning you right back. he pushes you against the kitchen bench, his body immediately caging yours in so you can’t run.

“what the hell nic-”

his lips smash onto yours, instantly destroying any sense you had left. you kiss him right back without hesitation, your arms are around his neck before you even realised what the hell was going on.

every fibre of your body feels like it’s on fire, like your mouth that he’s already exploring with his tongue. he kisses you with so much force that your bottom lip is in pain but you don’t care, you wanted more.

more of nicholas wang.

how you guys went from screaming at each other to this, is a mystery of its own but you’ve never wanted to kiss someone so badly in your life. the feeling of his lips, his hands and his god damn body pressed so harshly against yours feels insane.

and to be fair, you think you might just be insane if kissing him felt this right.

the man takes the chance to grab hold of your hips, easily lifting you up around his waist. and you let him do as he pleased.

the feeling of softness on your back tells you he had walked over to the couch, your mind too occupied with his damn lips to notice anything else. he presses down onto you as his hands busily grab at the ends of your skirt, pulling them higher up your thigh.

you were now very aware of it all, of the whole situation, of nicholas fucking wang who’s on top of you.

“ni- nicholas...”

“don’t act like you don’t want this,” he says breathlessly in between kisses, the man more aggressive than before.

he doesn’t say anything else and to be fair, he didn’t need to because you both knew that he was damn right.

“but i need to hear you say it, doll," the pet name rolls off his tongue so naturally, like he has called you that so many times before. you almost crumble to it alone and the man immediately notices, judging from the smug grin that appears on his face. “we can’t continue if you don’t use your words.”

fuck!

“... fuck me. please.”

words you never thought was possible flowed out of your own mouth so pathetically. but you didn’t care. you needed to be fucked by him right now.

“focus. on me.”

and focus on him you did, focusing on how quickly he had your shirt and bra up before diving right in, capturing your nipple with his mouth. the man is rough, sucking you like he’s desperate, like he’s starved. whimpers and the soft call of his name fills the room as he bites down, teeth scraping against your sensitive skin, the feeling unlike anything you’ve felt before.

“nico...” you’re completely breathless, hands weakly grabbing onto his shoulders as he moved onto the other breast.

nicholas looks up to the call of his name but he doesn’t let go, like he wants you to watch him suck you. the sight of nicholas smirking with your nipple in his mouth is unbelievably hot, the hottest thing you’ve seen in your life. you swear you almost came on the spot.

you’re so lost in the moment to realise that he had already rid of his bottoms, leaving himself completely bare below. although there’s barely any light in the room, you know he’s packing, the hard thing smacking into your thigh as he let it free.

oh shit.

“can i put it in?”

you nod before he even finished his sentence, a little bit too eager for what’s next and this made him laugh out loud. with a plop, he lets go of your breasts and moves himself back up, coming face to face with you. it’s insane how handsome he looked even in this lighting but you’ll bring that fact with you to the grave. the man’s ego was big enough, almost as big as his dick.

he kisses you again but it’s gentle this time, like he’s preparing you for what was to come. your body instantly goes tense when you feel his hot tip poking your core through your underwear, the thin piece of material now being the only thing between you and him.

“you’re leaking through.”

just three simple words but it’s enough to make your cheeks flush. it’s so embarrassing, even at a time like this when you’re entirely vulnerable beneath him.

“nicholas please... just do something.”

and he doesn’t need to be asked twice, fingers already at your panties, yanking it aside just enough for him to push through.

it all happened so fast, like the man himself who was now pushing his length inside of you, filling you right to the brim. he’s definitely big, way too big for you to handle. your insides clench hard around him, the sudden feeling of being completely full is driving you to insanity.

“y- you’re so big- i can’t...” your vision blurred quickly, tears threatening to fall from the discomfort and pain. your body felt like it was about to rip in half and wasn’t even his entire length.

“sh... you can,” he whispers lowly and kisses your jaw in an attempt to distract you.

and it works, to some extent, the pain gradually turning to the pleasure you were waiting for. he immediately notices the relaxed expression on your face and continues to kiss you. your ear, your cheek, your jaw, your lips. everywhere he could reach.

as annoying as nicholas was, you’re thankful that he’s taking his time with you, waiting for you to adjust. it’s the bare minimum but not something you expected from someone like him. it’s a rather nice surprise.

“please move...”

and he does just as asked, finally pulling out before thrusting right back into you, almost breaking you in two. the noise that leaves your throat after that is one you didn’t even know you could possibly make, one so breathy, so sinful.

there’s nothing left on your mind, your body completely on overdrive with every one of his thrusts. words are no longer a thing for you both, replaced by moans, groans and the sound of him repeatedly going into you resonating throughout the living room.

it’s so hot, sweat forming in all possible places but you don’t care. hell, you wanted to be as humanly close to this man as possible.

“nico- oh my god-”

a familiar knot in the pit of your core tells you that you’re almost there but not quite. you needed that last push and thankfully for you, nicholas just seems to know exactly how to get you there. your eyes roll to the back of your head when he suddenly angles himself better, hitting you in one specific spot, over and over, edging you closer and closer to your high.

“come on doll.”

and that did it for you.

you claw at his shoulders, eyes now shut tightly as everything becomes too much. your body shudders beneath him as you finally reach that cloud nine high, your mind completely blank, unlike your heart that’s currently beating like crazy.

it’s not long before the man also comes crashing down with profanity and the low calls of your name on his own lips. he fills you, full to the tip with his load, so much so that you could feel bits of it already leaking out onto your thigh and the couch.

nicholas kisses your lips once more before falling flat onto your chest, head resting in the crook of your neck as he lets himself come down from his high. you’re both lying there, silently trying to regain your own breaths and at this point, any sanity left.

because oh my god, you just fucked nicholas.

on kei’s couch!

your brain is screaming for you to get up and leave but with a body this fucked up, literally, you just couldn’t move. and especially not when nicholas is drawing soft circles on your waist with his fingers as if this was the most normal thing to do.

exhaustion finally overtakes you not long after, your eyelids no longer able to stay open. you’re tipsy, tired, sore and just too comfortable at this point so you stay put and drift off to sleep in your enemy’s embrace.

end.