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you blink, pulse stuttering. “what?”

“mmm. I like it when you sound confused.”

you sit up. “who the fuck is this?”

“wrong number,” the voice hums. “or maybe not.”

the call ends.

you stare at your screen. brow furrowed. a wrong number prank? a friend fucking with you?

you forget about it. for a while.

until the next night, and the one after that.

the calls keep coming.

every night around midnight.

always a different number. always that voice.

distorted. controlled. but always watching.

he never says your name, but you can tell he knows it. he makes references, to the show you’re watching, to what you’re wearing.

“that blanket’s not hiding much, is it?”

“I liked the red set you wore last night better.”

“do you always keep your hand under the waistband that long before you touch yourself?”

you try not to react. try not to let him know he’s scaring you. but your body gives you away.

he comments on that, too.

“you breathe faster when you’re scared.”

“I bet you’re wet now. don’t lie.”

“scared and turned on. my favorite combination.”

you call the police.

you file a report. they log it, tell you not to worry. “probably a prank,” they say. “don’t engage. don’t answer.”

you block every number. he always finds a new one.

your friends tell you to stay somewhere else. you refuse. you’re not going to be chased out of your own home.

but deep down, you know.

you’re not being pranked.

you’re being hunted.

then the murders start.

not far.

the first is downtown. a woman stabbed in her apartment. no signs of forced entry.

the second is just a mile away. a couple killed in their sleep. no witnesses. no suspects.

the media goes feral. “new wave of ghostface copycats,” they say. “modernized. smarter. crueler.”

and you start keeping a knife under your pillow.

the night it happens, you’re in bed. half-asleep. wearing nothing but one of your oversized tees and a thin pair of underwear.

it’s hot. the windows are cracked.

the air is quiet. dead quiet.

and then your phone buzzes.

unknown number.

you answer it without thinking. habit.

“...hello?”

you don’t even get a word from him this time. just breathing.

long. slow. controlled.

you sit up.

“…what do you want?”

the silence stretches.

“I want to fuck you.”

you freeze.

“I had other plans for you,” he says. “but you’ve been such a good girl. so obedient. answering every night. letting me listen to those soft little moans when you thought no one was watching.”

your skin prickles.

“and now… I want something else.”

you hang up.

you reach for the knife.

you don’t make it.

‘cause he’s already in the room.

you scream. loud. raw.

a gloved hand clamps over your mouth.

you thrash—kick, elbow, twist—but he’s huge. towering. broad. and strong enough to make it look easy.

you’re pinned flat on the bed in seconds, wrists trapped above your head. and that mask stares down at you.

ghostface.

except not the flimsy halloween kind. this one’s reinforced. tactical. matte black and bone-white, custom-carved. sharp edges. dark eyes.

his voice is even more distorted in person.

“even prettier up close.”

he lets go of your mouth just long enough for you to gasp, and for his other hand to catch your throat and squeeze. not hard. just enough to silence you.

“shhh. I don't want to hurt you… not unless you make me.”

you’re shaking. trying to scream again, but your breath won’t come.

he leans down.

“don’t worry, sweetheart. you’ll like it—eventually.”

he lets go of your neck.

you try to bolt.

he catches you by the ankle and drags you back up the bed like it’s nothing. like you weigh nothing.

you scream again. he pins you harder.

you hear the click of a knife unsheathing, then cold steel touches your cheek.

he doesn’t cut, just traces.

“so soft,” he murmurs.

the blade trails lower. down your jaw. your throat. between your breasts.

your chest heaves. your body shakes. but you don’t fight, not anymore.

you’re too scared.

too still.

too wet.

and he notices.

“already soaked?” he hums. “knew you’d be a little slut under all that attitude. so fucking ready to be taken.”

he cuts your shirt off.

just slices down the middle.

the fabric falls open. your nipples harden in the cold air.

you make a sound, something between a whimper and a sob.

“look at that. so shy now.”

he kneels between your legs.

you try to kick him again, and this time he laughs.

“cute.”

then he grabs your panties and rips them down.

“please,” you whisper.

you don’t even know what you’re asking for.

“you want me to stop?” his head tilts. “say it, and I will.”

you open your mouth.

nothing comes out.

you’re terrified. shaking. but there’s heat spreading fast between your legs. a pulse thudding low in your belly. your cunt is soaked and clenching for something you don’t want to name.

he sees it all.

“didn’t think so.”

his gloves come off.

his bare fingers are warm where they slide between your thighs and spread your folds open.

you choke on a sob.

“fuck,” he breathes. “you’re dripping.”

he leans in. presses the mask to your inner thigh. inhales.

“you smell like heaven. no wonder i couldn’t stay away.”

his mouth is on you so fast you barely have time to process it.

you cry out.

it’s wet, hot, overwhelming—his tongue flat and greedy, licking up your slit with filthy groans that vibrate into your bones.

he eats like a man starved. hands locked on your thighs, holding you open.

he doesn't stop when you shake.

doesn’t stop when you plead.

he licks and sucks until you’re crying and coming and trying to crawl away.

but he doesn't let you.

he just growls, “where do you think you’re going?” and buries two fingers inside you.

you arch off the bed with a sob.

“so fucking tight.”

“your pussy’s perfect. fuck.”

he curls his fingers, finding your sweet spot instantly.

you scream.

“louder.”

he adds a third and makes you come again.

harder.but you can’t stop it.

you’re sobbing, trembling, breaking, and he loves it.

“that’s it. let me see you fall apart.”

he pulls back just enough to press a gloved hand to your throat again.

“one more.”

“gonna make you gush for me.”

you do.

you come a third time with a scream that rips through your throat, soaking his hand, your sheets, everything.

you can’t think. you can’t breathe.

and then you feel it.

his big, meaty cock pressing to your entrance.

“ready for me, pretty girl?”

you shake your head. “n-no, I—”

“that’s not a no—that’s a scared yes.”

he pushes in.

all the way.

slow. deliberate. huge.

you sob. you’re so full it aches.

“tightest cunt i’ve ever felt,” he groans. “fuck, I was gonna gut you, you know? slice you open and watch the light leave your eyes... but then I thought, why waste something so fuckable?””

he starts to move.

and you break.

you lose track after the fifth orgasm.

you cry. you beg. you come. you plead again.

he doesn't stop.

he fucks you like he owns you.

whispers praise and filth in your ear.

“such a good girl.”

“so pretty when you cry.”

“you were made for this.”

“made for me.”

you don’t know what’s worse, the pain or the pleasure.

he presses his mask to yours. kisses you through it. you moan into the hard plastic, delirious, ruined.

“I was going to kill you,” he murmurs. “but i think i’ll keep you instead.”

when he finally comes, it’s inside you.

he groans like an animal. burying himself deep. holding you still.

“mine.”

he doesn’t pull out right away. just lies there. heavy. breathing hard.

then finally, he gets up. adjusts the mask.

you lie there. trembling. legs spread. slick everywhere.

dazed, ruined and empty.

he tucks himself away, leans over you one last time.

“you’ll see me again.”

you blink. your lips part. “w-what?”

he strokes your cheek through the glove.

“you’re mine now.”

he disappears into the dark.

the next morning, you wake up alone.

the front door’s locked. windows shut.

your knife, once hidden, is nowhere to be found.

there are no signs he was ever here except for the ache between your legs, the bruises on your hips and the cum dripping from your thighs.

your phone buzzes.

unknown number.

you answer it with trembling fingers.

a voice, low, amused, filters through the speaker.

“miss me yet, sweetheart?”

you don't answer.

you just lie back on the bed, eyes wide and your pulse racing.

and your body already aching for more.

"I mean... I guess..."

That was the moment you really fucked up, when you later heard the scream shrill in your ears from where Sukuna had just casually walked. A girl slumps against him. You go to scream in horror - but a huge thick body is against your back, a big hand slammed on your mouth.

"Ready for the party?" You shake your head in a quick jerky motion as he holds you close, clamping that hand down harder even though the music is reverberating through the room, Sukuna pulls back after he eases her on the couch, silver knife coated in crimson.

You’re going to die tonight.

The thought keeps racing like your pulse, mixing with the steady bass thrumming and vibrating underneath your platform heels. “Aw, ya scared doll? Don’t be, won’t hurt ya.”

Tears start streaming when Toji almost soothingly bruises your hair back, staring at you behind that mask now, making you sniffle and sob more. “You’re killers!”

He laughs then, a deep chuckle and a snort. “Look at you, so smart,” he presses his cock against the small of your back. “Makes me harder, fuck I can’t wait to get a taste of you.”

“Taste!?” You’re horrified, wondering if they were fucking cannibals too, as you watch the bodies dancing underneath the flashing strobe lights that make you dizzy.

“Won’t kill ya, Sukuna likes you too much,” Toji chuckles again, his big hands gripping around your rib cage, squeezing. “He’s got it bad for ya.”

Sukuna, the giant fucking man that just killed someone apparently has some crush on you.

Great.

“I like you too, pretty witch,” Toji murmurs, while Sukuna slips through the crowd, his Ghostface mask tilted just a bit, walking over to one of the most pretentious fratboys, he’d grabbed your ass earlier and you’d smacked him. “Ah, that guy there? He’s not happy that he touched you. So…”

Sukuna stabs him so quickly you’d not notice if your eyes weren’t locked in horror, the man who’s notorious for being a pervert and a creep just slumping over, his white toga blooming with crimson. You feel sick to your stomach, as Sukuna guides him down gently, propping him against the wall like a passed-out drunk, letting him slowly slide down.

“Even so, what did that girl do to you all!?” You demand, hissing the words out and turning to Toji.

“She was a mean little bitch, spoiled brat who spit on a homeless person,” you grimace then. “Still feel bad?”

“She doesn’t deserve to die, you psycho! Ah!” Toji’s turned you now, pressing you against the wall in the darkness, where the lights don’t reach, tip of his blade resting right between your collarbones in the hollow, looming huge over you.

“You really like these pretentious little shits, doll?” You swallow nervously as he guides the blade down over the front of your dress. “Answer, be a good girl and you get to be ours.”

“Yours!?” You scoff now, he slices at the bodice, watching your tits bounce as he cuts the little ribbons there.

“Fuck, just look at ya,” he moans softly, huge hand gripping a tit and squeezing, eliciting a whimper, when you hear a scream, tensing and trembling. Toji is unbothered, thumb brushing over a nipple, leaning over you now to whisper in your ear. “Sukuna has a flair for the dramatics.”

Across the room, Sukuna catches a sorority girl's wrist as she stumbles, he twirls her playfully, mask gleaming under the blacklight as if he means to dance with her, while people start to find the bodies, running into each other. That girl’s screams are cut off when he slices her and she falls with a thud that is resounding in the room, even with the music.

Everyone starts running.

“Shit, not gonna leave any for me?” Toji says, when Sukuna comes up toward you both, wiping his blade casually on his jeans and chuckling behind that mask.

“Go get what you can, some of ‘em are too fucked up to notice,” he comes to you now, even bigger hands gripping your shoulders. “I’ll entertain our girl.”

“Better not taste her first,” Toji mutters, off to start pinning down and killing who he can, red solo cups and shattered glass on the floor as everyone starts screaming and rushing out.

“The cops are going to find you!” You hiss, shoving at the big man now, that ominous mask covering his crimson eyes. “Why make me watch this, just go ahead and fucking kill me!”

“Not gonna kill you brat,” he murmurs, his blood soaked knife slipping underneath your jaw, tilting your chin up. “You’re too pretty for that, just be good could you, slutty little witch,”

“Good!? You two are psychotic!”

Sukuna rests that cold silver blade along your collarbone and slices now, while you hear the screams go quiet, and ruby red blood drips down your skin slowly. Sukuna moans at the sight, thumb brushing it up, sliding your own blood against your lips. You wriggle now, shoving and trying to run, earning Sukuna’s predatory laugh.

“You’re such a brat,” he muses softly, you’re running past bloody fallen bodies, wondering if you’re in a fucking nightmare, when Toji snatches you up.

“Shh, shh, s’okay doll,” he takes off his mask now, inky locks falling over a slightly sweaty brow, cupping your face and eyeing your blood soaked lips. “We’ll take good care of ya.”

“Not like those fratboys,” Sukuna’s behind you suddenly, sandwiched between two men over six foot four, you’re small and helpless as they both press on either side of you, huge hands taking you over. “Bet none of them could ever make you cum like I can.”

“I’ll make her cum more,” Toji taunts, Sukuna’s glare is apparent when he shoves his mask back. “Make her squirt all over me.”

“I’ll fill her with so much cum you’ll be covered in it when I finally let you fuck her,” Sukuna says, he grins at Toji’s scowl. Sukuna has watched and waited far too long for you, he cups your face now, thumb brushing your cheek almost reverently. “Get you nice and knocked up, then where will you go?”

“Wonder who’s kid it’ll be,” Toji’s words make Sukuna clearly harder, pressing you and kissing the blood on your lips, moaning. “I said lemme taste her first.”

Toji yanks Sukuna off you, kissing your lips instead, before Sukuna lifts you up, making you gasp out. “I said we won’t hurt you… much.”

Much!?

The two men carry you up the stairs into a room before you can process anything that’s happening, shoving you right onto a huge bed that bounces underneath you. A blade slices your dress in half, the tear of cheap velvet loud in the room, for a frat room it’s pristine, you look around, searching for any sort of sign of who it belongs to.

“It’s my room, brat.”

“Psycho killers are stupid clean,” you mumble, they chuckle now, revealing your naked body aside from your panties and fishnets, moaning. “Toying with me and making me think I have a chance, huh?”

“Nah,” Toji murmurs, exhaling as Sukuna sits you up, tugging the split open dress off you. “We really do like you.”

“More than that,” Sukuna leans over you, a knife on your throat under your chin while Toji spreads your thighs, thumbs pressing into your hips. “You’re gonna belong to us and only us.”

“Won’t belong to shit - ah!” Your body betrays you as Toji leans down and laps against your panties, shooting pleasure where you’re already wet. “Mnh, what are you doing?”

“Ain’t had your pretty cunt licked before? Tsk,” Toji clicks his tongue, doing the action again, soaking the thin black cotton as Sukuna cuts just a little nick against your thigh, letting the blade slice your skin. “Oh fuck…”

He goes to lap at the blood with his saliva coated taste buds, but Sukuna’s there first, tongue eagerly sucking on the coppery blood trailing across a white fishnet, staining it red. He rips the thin material so that several strands pop and snap, licking higher until his breath is almost brushing over your twitchy clit, Toji’s tongue making the material soaked.

“Mnh…”

You wish that sound didn’t come from your mouth, but it did, and they know it, reveling in it.

Sukuna leans back up and mouth crashes onto yours, tongue forcing past your lips, tasting like your own blood and whiskey, you don’t want to like it, don’t want to grip those clean, starch white sheets. You bite down hard on Sukuna’s blood red lips then, making him bleed and scowling.

“Fuck you for cutting me,” you barely breathe the words out, pressing your thighs together just for Toji to shove them apart firmly. “Ngh!”

Sukuna jerks back, blood welling on his lip in droplets, but the psycho just grins with white teeth glinting, before throwing his head back and laughing, those ghost face masks lying right beside you on the bed. "Fuck maybe I am in love.”

“You’re a sociopath - you can’t… f-fuck…” You’re trembling when Toji’s fingers brush you underneath the flimsy material, eyes rolling back when a rough thumb traces your already soaked interest. “W-what are you doing?”

“Gonna make sure we take real good care of ya,” Toji says, he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of those panties now, yanking everything down in one brutal motion. His gaze locks onto your cunt then, as your breaths come faster, breasts rising and falling with the short little pants. "Pretty little fucking cunt, god…"

Sukuna is spreading your thighs wide for Toji, but he leans over, breath ghosting your clit, pressing a little kiss as his fingers brush the wound he made, making you twitch in pain and pleasure. What rips from your throat is a moan though, and they both breathe out, hard and aching for you.

“Can’t wait to taste it,” Toji says, entranced by the pretty cunt spread wide, he smirks up at you. “You want it, don’t ya?”

“Fuck off,” you arch up though, if you had to die you suppose being eaten out for the first time by two arguably sexy psychos wasn’t the worst way. “Might as well cum before you all kill me.”

“Fuck I think I do love you,” Toji says, Sukuna chuckles now, when Toji licks a slow, filthy stripe up your core, tongue demanding and insistent, you whine out at it, Sukuna holds your hood up, tongue flicking your clit. “I said me first.”

“Shut the fuck up Toji,” Sukuna nips at your clit, the cold steel of his knife still pressing against the fresh cut on your thigh, twisting just enough to make you sob, but your hands entangle in his pink locks, tugging.

“Mmm…” You’re gasping and writhing underneath them, as they taste you together.

“Taste s’fucking good," Sukuna rasps out, dragging the blade upward so that it smears the blood dripping down your inner thigh. “Can’t wait for my turn.”

“Fuck yes she does,” Toji groans those words against you, the vibration shuddering through your core as Sukuna sucks your clit hard into his hot mouth, both men looking up at you as they worship your cunt.

They’re both moaning, and you realize then you could try to run, they’re pussy drunk and distracted, even with a knife in each of their hands, they’re just gently resting, cool on your overheated skin. Yet you don’t, not when their hot tongues are fucking into you, touching each other as they swirl, a mix of your gossamer strands of slick and the blooming ruby of the blood they’ve licked.

“So wet for us,” Sukuna taunts, as his fingers plunge inside, curling cruelly against your spongy spot in your gummy walls. He can’t take how beautiful you look like this, back arched, eyes rolling back as your little hand yanks his hair. “Slutty little witch, did you like us killing all those rich little shits?”

“No!?” You’re choking on a cry – half of it pain, half unwanted pleasure, as Sukuna presses the weeping wound, smearing blood down your leg. “Stop it, you asshole.”

“You love it,” Sukuna murmurs, leaning back over to lap at the thin line he made. “Should carve my initials.”

“The fuck you will - oh!” Sukuna’s fingers curl mean while Toji’s tongue circles your clit, the wet lewd sounds echoing loudly in the room, as your hips betray you, rolling up for more of their mouths, their fingers.

“Nah, I’ll carve mine,” Toji presses a kiss on your clit, chuckling. “S’fucking cute, look at it twitch.”

“Needy little thing,” Sukuna and Toji both lick your clit, tips of their tongues touching as they rut their cocks against the bed, both ready to fuck into you. “Stop fucking kissing me I swear to god, Toji.”

“Hah, you like it,” Toji’s earning Sukuna’s glare, lapping up some of your slick from his lips. “Don’t wanna waste it.”

Sukuna shoves Toji out of the way, using his fingers to curl and stretch as Toji cuts your other thigh, tearing delicate skin. You scream out in pain again, blacking out nearly, dizzy from the blood dripping. But then he presses on it, bruising you over the slice, while Sukuna devours your cunt and causes more and more pressure to build in your core.

“You like it, don’t ya doll?” Toji leans over you now, gripping your chin while Sukuna slurps you up. “Wanna be our pretty little toy?”

You shake your head, but when he kisses you again you kiss him back, tongue melding with his messy and needy, as your other yanks Sukuna’s head closer. They both moan simultaneously, Sukuna devouring you while Toji sinks his fingers into your thigh, making it hurt so bad it only makes the pleasure of Sukuna’s long pink tongue more intense.

“That’s it, cum for us,” Toji murmurs, but you already are, screaming out and pulsing against Sukuna’s thick fingers, he moans as your arousal gushes all over his face, dripping down his chin, cunt spasming and sucking his two fingers deep.

“Made a fuckin mess,” Sukuna’s words are muffled, mouth full of your slick cum, he swallows it down and moans, both of them pulling back to see two identical lines on each thigh, along with your glistening cunt tinged with pink from the blood that they’ve mixed alongside you. “You want us inside you, huh?”

You don’t want to say yes, biting down on your lips as they both stand up, easing their jeans down and lifting off their shirts, until they’re naked – heavy cocks just hanging there. Toji’s is thicker and straighter, Sukuna’s is a little curved with a mean red tip drooling pre, they both stroke themselves as they watch you – ruby and emerald eyes lidded and heavy.

You’re struggling to gather yourself as your cunt is still spasming, biting down on your lower lip now as they walk toward you, abdominals flexing. Sukuna’s tattooed everywhere, black lines running slutty across his body, even his cock has a black ring tattooed around it, enhancing every muscle and line.

Toji’s got one tattoo only, wrapped around a thick bicep, but he has a smattering of black hair on his chest, narrowing to a V that trails down his flat, toned abdomen, leading under his belly button to nestle over his cock. Sukuna’s clean shaven, as if his slutty ass knows it makes his cock prettier, but there’s a hint of pink stubble and a happy trail with it.

“Why ask?” Your words make them pause. “You don’t ask if it’s cool to murder people, hmm?”

“Still wouldn’t fuck you if you don’t want it,” you laugh then at Sukuna, shaking your head. “Cunt says yes, but do you want both our cocks inside you?”

“And what holes should we fill?” Toji asks now, as they walk toward where you’re up on your elbows, biting down on your lower lip.

“Neither of you is fucking my ass,” Toji pouts, Sukuna grins. “I’m dead serious.”

“We’ll get there one day,” Sukuna says, almost gently tilting your chin up, thumb brushing over your lower lip. “I’ll train that tight little ass until you can take us.”

“You wish,” you bite his thumb hard, but then suck on it, earning Sukuna’s catch of breath in his throat. “Not letting you in there.”

“Fuck look at her,” he says in wonder, as Toji brushes your hair back. “So needy. Who do you want to suck first, then?”

“I get a choice huh?” You’re either delusional, dreaming, or on your last moments on earth, but you figure you should at least get railed by their cocks before you die. “I’ll suck Toji first.”

Toji grins then, and Sukuna doesn’t hesitate to flip you onto your stomach, the cool air hitting your exposed skin as he yanks your hips up.

“Arch, brat.”

You do just that, on your hands that shake while Toji stands on the other side of the bed, his cock right in front of your face. He picks up the knife and uses it to tilt your chin up, while Sukuna’s hands spread your cheeks wide, you feel a string of his saliva dripping down, his thumb pressing against your asshole while his cock drags through your slick folds.

“No ass play,” you glare back at this psychotic murderer, who smirks, his tip bumping your clit and making you gasp in pleasure. “M’serious.”

“Can’t even take a fingertip, tch,” he listens though, instead using his hands to sink into your hips, Toji’s tip against your open mouth when he slams into you without warning, the brutal stretch stealing your breath as he shoves it at least half way in, his ten inch cock twice the size of what you’re used to. “Fucking so tight, feel you…”

Toji’s long fingers tangle in your hair, forcing your head up before it buries itself against the mattress, thighs sore from where they cut you, cunt struggling to take Sukuna’s thick invasion.

“Open up, pretty girl,” Toji says softly, guiding his thick cock toward your lips and coating them in precum. You do listen, you’re not sure why, earning his satisfied moan. “That’s it, listening s’good doll.”

You’re lost then, when Sukuna’s cock begins to move in your slick hole, trying its best to stretch for his veiny cock. Fuck you feel every single ridge, while your tongue tastes Toji’s salty pre cum, his slight musky scent as he fucks into your mouth now, the knife almost gentle as it grazes your jaw line, careful not to cut your skin.

“Wouldn’t cut this pretty face,” his words are husky, gripping your hair tight with his free hand. “Ya can take more down that slutty throat.

You open it up then, tears streaming down your cheeks, so pretty Toji’s cock is already twitching, as Sukuna pounds into you relentlessly, each thrust jolting your body forward onto Toji’s cock even deeper. Your muffled moans vibrate around Toji’s length as Sukuna’s knife presses cold against your ass cheek, tracing a little heart pattern while his other hand takes over your waist.

“God you’re fuckin’ perfect, slutty brat takin’ us like this?” Sukuna’s words sound drunk, he is drunk off you, high off the kills tonight, adrenaling coursing through his veins, while he keeps tracing that pattern, slamming his cock in your tight little hole. “Made f’me.”

“Nah, she’ll take my cock better,” Toji taunts, slamming deep into your throat and making you gag and choke, he groans above you, hips stuttering as you hollow your cheeks and suck harder. His thumb swipes at the tears leaking from your eyes gently, exhaling. “That’s it, doing s’good for us.”

Who knew two serial killers would be better at foreplay and praise than any of the boys you’ve fucked before?

Sukuna presses the cool stained knife against the dimple on the bottom of your back, making you arch and cry out around Toji. “Just gonna make a cute heart here, yeah? Mark you as ours.”

“All ours.”

They both fuck into you, Toji down your throat stretching it, while Sukuna’s reddened leaky tip bruises your cervix. The room fills with filthy sounds, the slapping of Sukuna’s heavy balls on your neglected clit mingling with the suction of your head bobbing on Toji’s straight, thick cock.

Sukuna’s damn near whimpering – yeah, a serial killer psycho is whimpering inside your cunt – while Toji is muttering your name like it’s a fucking mantra. Sukuna carves a cute little heart on your flesh, and smears the blood so it’s bright red as he sinks in deep, bottoming out until there’s nothing left to go, pain and pleasure making you lost.

Your eyes roll back in your skull, about to shatter when Sukuna shoves his thick cock in deep and rolls his hips just so, brushing your hair back and tugging it into a pony tail now, pricking pain into your scalp that makes your eyes cry more. “That’s it, cum like the little slut you are.”

You want to tell them to fuck off, but Sukuna between your sticky walls that are pulsing is too much, him pressing into your cervix while Toji shoves his cock so deep you can’t breathe has you falling apart. You shatter and gush down Sukuna’s length, earning his groan of satisfaction, while Toji holds your nose closed, cutting off all your oxygen, fucking your throat harder.

You’re unable to breathe, just squirting and spasming, whining out and milking Sukuna’s cock. “That’s it, f-fuck… gonna fuck a baby into you here, huh? Then where the fuck will you go?”

“Nah, I’ll get that baby in her first,” Toji pulls back before he cums, letting you breathe greedy gulps of air, tilting your chin up as you scream out, clinging to his thighs so hard you leave bloody marks. “He’s prepping you f’me, hah.”

“You know my cock is bigger – f-fuck…” Sukuna busts his load deep inside your pretty hole now, all abused and stretched already, letting her milk him for all he’s worth with your aftershocks. “Oh my fuck, gonna fill you up every day, huh slutty little brat? Wanna be our perfect cocksleeve, our fuck toy to cum in?”

“Y-yes,” you hate that you say it, but they’re loving it, kissing on you now, Sukuna pumping his cock a couple more times and pulling you up, cupping you under your chin and kissing you. “Mnh!”

“Perfect, pretty little slut,” Sukuna whispers, easing out finally and standing, Toji takes his place so quickly you’re dizzy, Sukuna’s knife pressing on your fluttering pulse. “Open.”

You do just that, letting him spit in your wide open mouth as Toji lines up his cock with your entrance, groaning as Sukuna’s white cum is gushing out. He scoops some of it then, sucking it off his thick fingers. “Wasting all that, gonna have to fuck it back into you, give you more, huh?”

“P-please,” you can’t believe you’re begging, but you want Toji’s cock inside you, Sukuna smirks all pleased, brushing your hair back gently, red eyes lidded. “Ngh… T-Toji…”

“You’re perfect, fuckin’ knew it,” Sukuna’s praising you more, as Toji uses Sukuna’s cum and your creamy arousal to easily sink his thicker cock inside your abused walls. It hurts, his hands bruising, but you’re just greedily taking it, arching for more, uncaring of the fact that there’s a fucking massacre down stairs. “Greedy little slut, how damaged are you?”

“Shut up and give me your cock,” Sukuna moans at that, brows drawing together as he looks down at you with damn near heart eyes.

“Talking shit to me? Ain’t ya scared, brat?” He murmurs, but he’s stroking his slick cock that glitters with your slick and his white sticky ropes, already almost fully hard again. “I like that, no sense of self preservation.”

“Perfect,” Toji’s lost now, leaning over you, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he pumps your pussy, slamming your cervix. “F-fuck, so wet and messy, ya want more cum in this slutty hole, don’t ya?”

You nod helplessly now, as Sukuna’s lengthy tattooed cock is brushing your lips, and Toji’s pulling your hair back for you, guiding you and hungrily watching your lips dance around Sukuna’s tip while your cunt grips him. He laps a stripe up the vein in your neck with his filthy tongue, biting it again as you gasp out, letting Sukuna’s cock shove into your mouth.

Toji’s choking your throat and feeling Sukuna’s bulge move underneath it with every stroke as Toji’s cock makes your tummy bulge, your hands shakily clinging to the sheets as they ruin you. Rocking back and forth, messy streaks of Sukuna’s cum pouring down your thighs that have dried blood falling down the backs of them, your own arousal making it slippery, messy.

“Fuck, she’s so greedy,” Toji’s pressing against your throat now. “Look how good she sucks, how good she takes it.”

Sukuna’s lost in how pretty your eyes are dilated, reddened and swollen from tears, drool and snot even leaking as he fucks his huge cock into the back of your throat, as Toji slams his cock harder. Fully inside, his balls slapping as he tugs your throat harder, beating your little cunt up.

They use you fully, both of them like you are just a toy for two psycho killers, Toji soon busting deep and groaning out at how good you feel, shaking as heat floods you and pushes you again. You’re screaming out as they both start kissing on you, you thought Sukuna might cum inside your throat but he yanks you off Toji’s cock, slamming you back down again on his cock.

You’re sweaty and messy, covered in their cum that’s leaking out on both their cocks as they take their turns tugging you and pulling you, kissing on you and cutting another heart into the other dimple on your back. You’re cumming and shattering until you’re exhausted and weak, they’re soothing you soon, rocking both their cocks against you, Toji’s against your entrance, Sukuna’s against your clit.

You’re delirious as they grin at you, shaky and weak. “Gonna keep our secret, hmm?” Sukuna asks softly. “I want you to keep that tongue in your mouth.”

You should be terrified at such a statement, but you just nod and snuggle against his neck, making him ache more for you, as your messy pussy full of their cum pours on their laps. Toji is kissing across your bare shoulders, humming softly, brushing against your skin.

“She’ll keep our secret, I know she’s a good girl.”

“We need to go,” Sukuna says then, and you hear distant sirens. “You’re coming with us.”

“Mmkay,” you’re adorable they muse, bruised and cut and fucked out, so precious when they both clean you up and dress you in one of Sukuna’s big shirts carefully. Sukuna cradles you against him while Toji gives you a little kiss on the forehead. “Sleepy.”

“Fuck she is so cute,” Sukuna says later, as you’re snoring in the back of their car, and Toji is holding you against him, stroking your hair. “I think I really fucking like her, Toji.”

“Well so do I,” Sukuna glares in the rearview mirror now. “I do like her! More than you!”

“No you don’t and I liked her first!”

“She moaned my name, you know, not yours.” Toji grins.

“I swear I’ll fucking stab you in your sleep Toji.”

“Nah, you love me too much,” Sukuna rolls his eyes, seeing your cute little sleeping form and smiling again, sighing. “Look at her, she likes us.”

You snuggle in his lap, and they can’t wait to see just who knocks you up first, they are a little competitive after all.

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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ JAY ♡

sunlight bleeds through the curtains. too bright. too early. the night had came and went and you still haven't moved from jay's bed since you were sneaking into his room hours ago. you had told yourself that it would be quick, just enough to get it out of your system and you'd be back in your own bed before the clubs were closing. that was six hours ago.

"shit," you're jerking up right in his bed, hair a mess, heart racing as you pat around the sheets in search of your phone. the time displayed on your screen in big mocking font: 08:43. there were three missed texts from your roommate, rightfully wondering where the hell you were.

yuna babe <3 lol where'd u disappear to? | 00:34 u better not be with hyunjin!!!! | 00:59 u alive lol? | 02:41

you feel the way your heart sinks. "fuck," you sigh, guilt settling in your chest as your eyes shift to where jay lays beside you. he's fast asleep beside you without a care in the world, sprawled on his back with the blanket tangled with his legs, boxers riding dangerously low, chest completely bare. he has one arm tucked behind his head, lips parted slightly in his sleep.

and annoyingly, you can't ignore how good he looks. too good. you sit there staring for a second too long, taking in his pretty soft features while trying to figure out how you manage to keep ending up here. trying to wrap your mind around the timeline of when you became this girl, accepting the bare minimum because at least it was something. even though you knew jay couldn't care less.

he shifts slightly in his sleep, brows pinching together for a second before relaxing again. the movement of his legs is kicking the blanket lower and your eyes follow the movement, catching sight of the bulge that presses against the fabric of his underwear. your entire body tightens. "oh my god," you're muttering quietly to yourself.

you should leave. you absolutely should leave. yuna was known for popping in on him after her morning run. she could be here any minute. this was so bad. but despite knowing all that, you can't keep yourself from kneeling beside him on the mattress. hands moving on their own accord, catching the waistband of his boxers. you're tugging slowly, carefully - eyes following the way his cock springs free from the fabric.

and the way your mouth waters is every bit of embarrassing. still you don't let that get in your way, teeth cutting into your lip as your hand wraps around the base of his cock, head leaning down to press a faint kiss to the tip of it.

jay reacts immediately, even asleep. his cock jumps in your grasp, a low sound leaving his lips - somewhere between a groan and a sign. "...mmh," his hand lifts instinctively, tangling in your soft curls as his eyes blink open. they flutter at the sight of you, tongue dragging along his length. "fuck, baby." he mumbles sleepily, grip tightening in your hair. "you're still here?" he had grown used to you sneaking out before the sun was even up. "yuna's gonna be here any minute..." his words trail off, the groan he lets out stealing the rest of the sentence.

you're nodding distractedly, hand working against his balls while you suck kisses into his skin. "i know," jay's letting out a soft laugh, hips lifting slightly in hopes you'd take more of him into your mouth, though his words don't match his actions.

"so why do you have my dick in your mouth instead of leaving?" you hate the way the words sting and you don't miss the smug smirk that sits on his lips. you press another kiss against his skin anyway, opening up your mouth a bit wider as your lower your head. his cock is heavy against your tongue and you're sucking softly, grinning at the curse he lets slip.

you watch the way his eyes flutter, head hitting against the wall behind his bed as he bites back a groan. "fuck, i love your mouth." he sighs, hips rutting up to meet the bob of your head. his hand tightens instinctively in your hair before he's lifting his head to get a good look at you between his legs. dark gaze somewhere between exhausted and completely gone for you.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ JAKE ♡

jake wakes up feeling needy. the type of needy that has his entire body aching, cock throbbing as he reaches for your before he's even fully conscious. your sleeping body fits so nicely against his chest and you melt into his grasp as if it were instinct. it's freezing in your shared room, but the blanket covering your body feels hot against his skin. yet, he refuses to put any space between your bodies, he's letting out a soft huff as his arms tighten around your waist.

your body shifts in his grasp. just slightly, but enough. a sleepy sigh falling from your lips as you press back against him without even realizing what you're doing. he's hissing, catching his lower lip between his teeth to keep from moaning out. "fuck..." he's whispering into the dark.

his eyes stay trained on the back of your head, already deciding that he's lost this battle with himself. you're so warm against him, his shirt swallowing your frame yet your hard nipples still press against the fabric. he can make out the outline of your ass perfectly and he's not hesitating with lifting his hips to meet the swell of flesh. you look so pretty. long lashes fluttering against the tops of your cheeks, lips parted slightly - completely unaware of what you're doing to him right now.

jake's careful with the way he lowers his hand, fingers grasping the hem of your shirt and slowly lifting it over your ass. you don't even shift and his eyes are zeroing in on your lack of panties. "oh my god..." he sighs, reaching lower to squeeze at the flesh. and he feels the way his cock jumps against his boxers.

you're humming sleepily, pushing back into his touch as he palms at your ass. his free hand slips into his boxers, carefully pulling his cock from it's confines - groaning softly as his hand wraps around the thickness. "baby..." he whispers softly against your shoulder, his cock resting against your ass.

he doesn't hesitate with rutting his hips up, hand holding his cock steady against your ass. a shudder runs down his spine, eyes fluttering as he grinding himself against you. a sleepy smile tugging at his mouth despite himself. wet kisses press lazily against your bare shoulder, lips lingering while his hips roll against yours.

"wake up for me," he murmurs into your skin, teeth nipping at the kisses he's left behind. you're letting out the tiniest noise, still half asleep - but jake nearly melts at the sound. so embarrassingly gone for you. his thrusts are rough and thoughtless, body shifting until his cock is falling between your cheeks.

his heavy cock slides from your ass to your wet pussy, soft lips wrapping around him. he curses, eyes fluttering as he fucks against you - the tip of his cock hitting against your clit. that's what finally wakes you, a breathy moan falling from your lips as you shift. "...jake?" your voice comes out wrecked with sleep. he's chuckling softly, in slight disbelief of himself - but not enough to stop.

"mmh," he's planting another kiss to your shoulder, hips angling so his cock is dragging against your clit perfectly. "oh my god," you're gasping, legs spreading wider for him. "you woke me up," you complain but it doesn't hold much weight paired with your moan. jake's letting out a soft laugh against your skin, completely unashamed.

"i missed you," he confesses, a hand sneaking up the front of your shirt to take your nipples between his fingers. "you were literally holding me," you giggle, hips moving back to meet his thrusts.

his cock throbs between your legs, threatening to slip past your wanting hole. his thrusts are needy and untimed, the way your pussy drips against him making it easier for him to fuck against you. "wasn't enough," he groans, the honestly in his voice is enough to make your stomach flip.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ SUNGHOON ♡

sunghoon wakes up with a frown. not a real one, just that sleepy, mildly annoyed expression he'd always get when something was interrupting his sleep. most nights its you shifting around beside him every five seconds struggling to get comfortable. tonight, although it's still you - it's something entirely different.

you tried and fail to fall asleep at least fifteen times tonight, but as the hours ticked by you couldn't seem to ignore the ache between your legs. and how hot your boyfriend looked sound asleep wasn't helping either. his sweats riding low on his hips, showing off that carefully worked on v-line, abs on fully display and the fading hickeys you left on his chest on full display.

you wanted him. badly. but he was tired, exhausted even. six rounds would do that to a person. but you couldn't seem to keep your hands to yourself no matter how much you knew he hated being woken up. it started as absentminded strokes against his chest, fingers dipping lower to trace the indents of his stomach. it was close to innocent at one point, until your eyes were landing on the crotch of his sweats and your mind was being flooded with images from hours before.

you're reaching past the waistband before you can think twice about it, hand wrapping around his cock and stroking softly. you feel him harden against your palm, soft groans falling from his lips at your touch. his eyes are fluttering slightly, hips shifting as his gaze finds you. "what are you doing?" he says through a chuckle.

a grin spreads across your features, head tilting to the side to look up at him. "...nothing," something between a laugh and a whimper falls from his lips, his hips lifting to meet the steady pump of your hand. "liar," he sighs, head lulling to the side. he felt like his body was on fire, shaking off the last bits of sleep as pleasure takes over instead.

he's reaching a hand forward to tangle in your hair, "you didn't get enough earlier?" he teases, smiling softly down at you. you're shaking your head quickly, hand moving over his length - your thumb rubbing against his tip whenever you can reach it. he catches the way your thighs press together, hips rolling slowly to create some type of friction. the movements are subtle, but unfortunately sunghoon notices everything.

especially when it comes to you.

his sleepy smile widens slightly, fingers tightening in your hair before tugging your head up toward him. "that desperate, huh?" he glares, jutting his lips out to point at the slow roll of your hips. you glare weakly at him, but your hand never stops moving against him. "don't make fun of me," you pout.

"i'm not," he murmurs, voice still rough with sleep. "i'm enjoying myself." his hips lift again on instinct, breath catching quietly as your thumb drags over him just right. his eyes squeeze shut for a second before reopening slower than before, gaze heavy when it settles on you. and his cock twitches in your palm, shocked at how hot you were.

the thin strap of your night gown falling lazily off of your shoulder, pretty nipples peaking against the fabric. the lace presses gently against your soft skin, skirt of your dress all bunched up to reveal the tops of your thighs. and it doesn't help that he can still taste your arousal on his lilps.

suddenly he's no longer sleepy, his need to tease you melting into something warmer. something hungrier. and you barely have a second to react before his hands are reaching for your waist, that familiar look in his eyes as he tugs you body up. "c'mere." he mumbles, guiding you over him until you're straddling his lap properly.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ SUNOO ♡

sunoo is impossible to wake up. you've learned that the hard way. you've tried everything in the months that the two of you been together. shaking his shoulder? nothing. calling his name? barely a twitch. screaming fire as loud as you can? that'd earn you a tired groan as he rolled onto his side.

so your hopes are low when your pressing close against him, face nuzzled in the crook of his neck as your thigh hooks over his hip. he's so warm underneath you, chest raising and falling slowly as he slept. you almost feel bad for how hard you're trying to wake him, grinding slowly against his thigh as soft moans slip against his ear. he shifts slightly and that has your heart jumping.

"sunoo," you sigh, pressing down harder against him and moaning a bit louder this time. and to your surprise, his entire body jolts slightly beneath you. "oh my god," he mumbles instantly, still half asleep but the throb between his legs is unmistakeable.

you hide your face against his shoulder, embarrassed now that he's woken up. sunoo blinks slowly into the dark, completely confused at first. but his hands settle on your waist out of habit, brain still trying to process why you're practically in his lap at three in the morning. then you're moving against his leg again and realization settles in.

a sleepy smile spreads across his face immediately. "no way," he whispers, voice wrecked with sleep. "you woke me up because you're horny?" it's hard to mask the disbelief in his tone.

"sunoo," you groan, which he's meeting with the softest laugh. "that's crazy," he murmurs, clearly too pleased by the fact. "you couldn't even sleep?" you shake your head against him, teeth nibbling at his lower lip as your hips roll needily. sunoo's expression melts instantly. he loves seeing you like this. loves knowing you were laying here awake, needy enough to wake him up for help.

you're giggling softly despite the ache that spreads throughout your body. "you're so annoying." he's shrugging, "and you're obsessed with me," the smugness in his tone has you reaching down to pinch his arm, weakly. "ow," he pouts, hands gentle on your waist as his thumbs rub slow circles beneath your shirt while he looks at you with sleepy affection. he's setting his hand on the top of your head, pushing your hair back from your forehead.

"you're so cute right now," he says softly.

your pout matches his. "i'm literally struggling." you groan into his shoulder again, hips rolling for emphasis. sunoo is immediately wrapping both arms around you tighter, "that's the cute part," he laughs, burying his face against your neck with a sleepy sigh. his hands drop slightly until he's able to reach your hips, using his grip to guide your movements. the warmth of your pussy against his thigh pulling a soft moan from his lips.

"mmh. there she is," he mumbles and you're whining out, head tilting to the side. "you're enjoying this too much," you say through a soft gasp, the soft press of his lips against your skin sending a warmth through your body. he laughs and it's the prettiest sound you've ever heard. sucking a trail of wet kisses up your neck until he's able to brush his lips against your ear, whispering. "you woke me up by rubbing your pussy against me, baby. what did you think was going to happen?"

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ JUNGWON ♡

it all felt so real. your hands on him. your voice. the way you look at him. how good tasted against his tongue. your lips on his skin. he could feel himself fucking into you, the familiar stretch of your pussy around his cock had precum spilling into you. it felt so real, until reality started to seep in. just as your fingers knit into his hair, lips finding his neck - his eyes are shooting open and he's back in his room.

you're fast asleep beside him, rather than withering and whining below him. one of his hoodies covers your warm body, back pressed against his chest and your legs tangled with his. your hair is a mess, makeup smudged but you still look so pretty. and you smell so good. sweet and warm and all his.

everything about you is so intoxicating that it completely ruins his ability to think rationally right now. especially with how hard he was, cock straining against his shorts. his eyes squeeze shut, trying to calm himself as you shift closer in your sleep - ass pressed firmly against his length. it doesn't work.

a quiet breath falls from his lips, hand sliding over your waist to hold your body tight against his. he can't keep his mind from replaying images of his dream. paired with what he actually knows you look like when he's buried inside of you, it makes falling back asleep nearly impossible. he's fully awake now.

awake and aware of every little detail of you. of how dangerous you were even while asleep. your hair is spread messily across the pillow, skin warm against his greedy hands, lashes long and deerlike. you look so peaceful it almost irritates him, like you have no idea what you do to him. what you're doing now.

his eyes drag slowly over your face, the tiny crease between your brows from sleeping on your side. the way your nose scrunches faintly every few breaths. your lips. plump and pink and prettiest wrapped around his cock. fuck. jungwon swallows thickly, dick seeming to grow harder at the thought.

his hand tightens on your hip, pulling you back more firmly against him without even thinking about it. the tip of his cock nudges against the curve of your ass through the fabric of your clothes and you're letting out a soft sigh in your sleep from the feeling. that nearly kills him. jungwon muffles his grunt by burying his face into the back of your neck, breathing you in and it makes his head feel fuzzy.

"you're actually evil..." he murmurs quietly against your skin.

and in that moment he's deciding enough is enough. he's gentle when shaking you, soft hand on your shoulder as he presses even softer kisses to your back and shoulder. you stir immediately, face twitching as you shift beneath him. "won?" you mumble, eyes squinting while you turn to face him.

jungwon's leaning down to press his lips to yours, hand reaching down to tug at the hem of your shorts. "need you," he mumbles against your lips, pulling back to get a good look at your face. "take these off," you can't help the laugh that breaks through, your fingers easily knitting themselves in his hair.

"you woke me up for that?"

if he feels even the slightest bit embarrassed he doesn't show it, just nods his head simply as he works on tugging your shorts down your legs. "you were all over me in my dream," he mumbles quietly, grinning to himself when you wiggle your hips - allowing your shorts to slip down. "i woke up and needed you all over me for real," his head dips to the side, pressing a line of soft kisses against your skin.

you're giggling at his lame explanation, tilting your head to the side to give his lips more room to roam around your neck. your legs spread easily for him, back arching when the tip of his cock meets your entrance. "well," you sigh, angling your hips in a way that makes it easy for him to slip right in. "let's make your dreams come true then."

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ RIKI ♡ (…burn out loser couple)

riki didn't believe in patience. or overthinking. so when he wakes up wanting you, he doesn't hesitate to act on it. the desperate need hits him all at once the second he opens his eyes and sees you laying beside him in his bed like you belonged there. like you owned it.

your sweater had ridden up sometime through the night, exposing the curve of your waist and the soft skin of your thigh beneath the blanket. you're so warm, that's the first thing he noticed when he was first laying beside you. riki's stare lingers fora second too long, because fuck, you look unreal like this.

sweet lips set in the cutest pout, just begging to be kissed. by him. cute little button nose smushed against his pillow. and he couldn't seem to get over the way you smell. it's a sweet mixture of his cologne and your signature rose scent. it was enough to drive him mad.

"you're kidding," he's muttering under his breath, eyes landing on the bruise just below the collar of your sweatshirt. he reaches out slowly, pushing your shirt out of the way to reveal the hickeys he's successfully sucked into your skin. marking you, claiming you. and that's exactly when he's deciding that he needed you.

instead of trying to go back to sleep like a normal person, he's pulling the blanket up slightly and sliding down the bed until he's able to fit himself between your legs. you don't even stir at first, still sleeping peacefully while he hooks your thighs over his shoulders taking his time with breathing you in.

strong hands squeeze your legs absentmindedly before he's leaning forward, pressing a string of lazy kisses against the damp fabric covering your pussy. his tongue brushes against your folds, darkening the already wet lace. that's what finally gets a reaction out of you. a soft breath falling from your lips as your body twitches slightly beneath him.

the grin that spreads across riki's features is immediate. "rise and shine," he murmurs against your skin, another soft kiss pressed into your panties as his eyes lift to look up at you. your eyes are barely open, confusion written all over your features as you stare down at him. "riki?" he's mouthing at your clothed pussy, only able to muster out a distracted, "mmh?" the sound vibrates against you.

you groan, the sound a mixture of fatigue and pleasure. riki doesn't care which and judging from the way your hips lift to meet his mouth, you don't either. "what time is it?" you're sighing, hand searching for your phone on the bed.

"no idea," riki's words are muffled against you, hands reaching up to hook into the sides of your panties - carefully tugging them down your legs. "i'm horny," he says it like it wasn't the most obvious thing in the world. and you're letting out a shocked giggle. "and that's my problem?" he ignores the bite in your tone, mouth closing around your clit as his tongue laps against it.

you're gasping, hand shooting down to hold his face to you. "you're lucky i like you," you mumble, hips rolling to match the strokes of his tongue. riki is peeking up, the corner of his mouth lifting into a teasing grin. "you love me," he challenges daring you to tell him otherwise.

you don't because you can't and that's good enough for him. you feel his grin against your thigh as he dips his head back down and you're linking your ankles behind his back, caging him between your legs.

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"You mean the Nishimura Riki?" You asked slowly, shivers running down your spine at the unfamiliar feeling of his name rolling off the tip of your tongue.

Hana nodded, expression serious—which is how she carried herself. After all, it was thanks to her hard work that the journalism club was able to be where it is today. She revealed a thin, transparent file behind her back, that contained some documents and placed it on the table, sliding it towards you.

"Yup, the one and only. Center forward and the captain of the football team. The board wants an exclusive feature—something that'll put more eyes on him. And to boost the school's reputation too."

You knew what that meant. The academy isn't exactly subtle with how they want more students to enroll with them, to further boost their popularity and if possible, to enter the Top Ten Rankings of the Best Universities in the world. You pursed your lips, eyes darting down to the file but you didn't reach for it.

You, just like everyone else—be it student or teacher, knows who Nishimura Riki is.

The name alone was enough to draw attention to the academy. He's the prodigy who aced every tests, assignments, projects and examinations without fail. He's the star player of the team who easily conquered matches like they are mere video games. He's the boy who somehow lives up to every headlines that was written about him. Not only does he lived up to it but he manage to exceed their expectations, allowing him to be in a league of his own.

And as if all those wasn't enough, he's the younger brother of Lee Heeseung.

The Lee Heeseung.

Even after he graduated two years ago and had gone pro, now playing in the big league with his handsome face constantly popping up in whatever brand deals or his live matches, his name still lingered in the academy, like a shadow no one can escaped from. Every record and achievement constantly traced back to him.

Well, at least, that's how it used to be.

Now that there was someone else, someone who has the potential to surpass Heeseung, it's safe to say he has became the center of attention. Not that he wasn't in one to begin with. After all, there was always an invisible spotlight following him wherever he goes.

You sighed, not bothering to flip the file open, knowing what was awaiting you was simply pictures of him. You glanced at your half-written article before back to Hana, knowing your fate was already sealed the moment she approached you.

"I'm guessing I don't have a say in this, right?" You asked, despite knowing the answer.

She shook her head with a grim, solemn look on her face. You sighed again and this time, it was much louder and heavier but it wasn't enough to convey the amount of annoyance you felt with the rather sudden assignment handed to you.

"…Fine, I'll do it. But don't set a high expectation for it."

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The very next day, you found yourself approaching the humongous, open-aired football field occupied by none other than the football team themselves. You never liked coming here for many reasons. Firstly, it's the fact that there's no shelter, leaving you utterly helpless and vulnerable to the harsh, unforgiving rays of the sun. No amount of sunscreen you applied can save you from chances of getting a sunburn.

Secondly, you're surrounded by nothing but men. Or boys. Not that there's any difference since all of them are nothing but monkeys to you with the way they act—like rowdy, loud and immature children. There's nothing as unpleasant as breathing in the same air as a group of sweaty, disgusting men. The thought itself was enough to make you shiver involuntarily.

Last but not least and to add fuel to the fire, not only are you surrounded by men, you're also surrounded by Riki's fanclub. They never failed to show up for every practice, cheering and squealing like dying pigs whenever he scored for the team. It's a miracle that your ears didn't start bleeding due to their high-pitched banshee-like screaming.

Like seriously, what's so special about him? Sure, he's good-looking, academically smart and is the walking definition of a fashion show. But other than that, he can passed off as a regular guy!

You sighed, very much reluctantly dragging over to where the coach of the team—Kim Hanbin was. The man is in his late thirties and despite his easygoing, friendly demeanor, he becomes a different person the moment he's with the team, constantly pushing them to their limits by forcing them to do ruthless drills, one after another.

"Oh, (Name)? What are you doing here?" Hanbin asked, in lieu of a greeting when he spotted you through the dark shades of his sunglasses.

You stopped before him, raising a hand to block out the sunlight. "Hey coach. Was wondering if I can borrow your captain for a bit? It'd be quick, I promise."

Instead of prying further, the man simply nodded his head. "Sure, by all means. Practice's ending soon so he's all yours."

You pretended to ignore the last three words, standing beside the coach as he blew his whistle. The sharp sound pierced through the field, catching the team's attention. They stopped what they were doing and jogged back to regroup in front of him. You bit down on your lip, stifling the urge to burst out laughing at how the scene closely resemblance a group of dogs reuniting with their owners.

Among the group, you accidentally made eye contact with a tall boy who is definitely not Riki. You instantly looked away, not wanting to be caught red-handed or mistook you as one of his many, faceless fangirls. You're different from them. And if it wasn't for your leader's request, you wouldn't even be here in the first place.

What you didn't know however, was how Riki witnessed the entire thing. How you locked eyes with him. How you immediately broke contact. How you dug your fingers into the edge of your notebook that was clutched against your chest, like it's able to shield you from whatever's incoming. What you didn't know was how you had already caught his attention the moment he saw you.

Hanbin cleared his throat, snapping you out of your trance. "Alright boys, practice's over. Go and mashup. Good job today, I want all of you to remember the training and apply it for tomorrow's match."

"Yes, sir!"

They were about to walk away when he spoke up, directing his attention to a certain someone. "Riki, someone wants to see you. Stay behind for a while."

Hearing this, there was a round of playful "ohhhh" from the team. You rolled your eyes in mild annoyance as some of his teammates smacked Riki on his back, wishing him luck before they walked away. Hanbin was quick to take his leave too, carrying his things until it was just the two of you.

He didn't move immediately, remaining where he was—at the back, where he was standing a few minutes ago before his teammates walked away, like he already knew where this was heading. And then, he turned, easily closing the distance with no more than six large strides.

And gods, it's truly unfair.

His team jersey clung to him, thoroughly soaked from practice. The darkened, heavy fabric easily outlined the sharp, slope of his broad shoulders and the lean definition of his torso. A thin layer of glowing sweat glistened along his delicious honey-toned skin, giving a glowing effect under the blinding sunlight.

Your eyes unconsciously traced it—from his temples down to the deadly, sharp curve of his jaw. It managed to catch the light before dipping beneath the collar of his shirt, never to be seen again.

His dirty ash blonde hair was a mess, with damp strands sticking to his forehead. It looked effortless in the way that clearly wasn't, like he didn't put in any effort at all when in reality, it only made him all the more alluring.

And of course, there was the piercings.

Silver hoops and studs decorated his ears, glinting every time he moved his head. It's subtle, but enough to give him the careless, troublemaker edge. His gaze flicked over you, quick and assessing and a small, knowing smirk tugged at his lips.

"Lemme guess, you're one of them, aren't you?" He started, voice low and amused, like he was already entertained by his own assumption when that was far from the truth.

You blinked, confused. "What—"

"I get it," he cuts in smoothly, not giving you the chance to finish. He shifted his weight to his right leg, one hand resting on his hip while the other hand tugged at the hem of his jersey, using the fabric to fan himself.

"Big match tomorrow and everyone's a little excited. Can't wait to see me constantly scoring and bringing the team to victory."

You continued staring at him, silent. But to Riki, he mistook that as admiration. Just like how he mistook you as one of his fan girls.

"If you want a picture, at least wait until I'm out of the showers. I'm not like the others," he finished.

Your left eyebrow twitched, forcefully swallowing the sudden rising surge of irritation at his laid-back demeanor.

"…Are you done?"

Riki blinked, clearly not expecting that response.

You scoffed and crossed your arms. This time, you made no effort to hide the evident annoyance that flickered across your face. "I guess the rumors are right. You're so fucking full of confidence. Makes me wonder where you get all that from too. You should be like your brother, you know."

Your sharp, observant eyes caught how something unreadable flashed in his eyes at the mention of Heeseung but it was gone when he blinked, easily covering it up. He lets out a huff of laughter, eyes now glowing with interest, like this was some sort of new show he stumbled upon.

"Oh, so you're not shy and you got a foul mouth on you. That's new."

"Before you get any ideas, let me make this clear: I'm not one of your fan girls," you declared.

Whatever energy surrounding him was gone the moment you said it. The captain stilled, staring at you with an incredulous look on his face, like you had spoken in a different language. Or maybe, the thought of a girl not being part of his fan club has never crossed his mind before.

"…You're not?"

"No. I'm only here because the board sent me. They want an article about you. You're the academy's golden boy now so they want to use you to boost their reputation before you graduate," you replied in a flat and unimpressed tone.

When Riki didn't say anything, you pressed on.

"So congrats, you're now a walking marketing strategy," you finished, sarcasm evident in your voice.

For a moment, he stared at you. And then, he laughed. It wasn't the embarrassed or offended laugh. No, this was actually pure amusement, like he geninuely finds this funny.

"Wow, and here I thought you came all this way just for me," he muttered, poking his inner left cheek with his tongue as he looked at you, properly this time.

You made a disgusted face. "Trust me. I got better things to do than spending my time with the likes of you."

"Ouch, what do you mean by that? You do know you're kinda mean too, right?"

"And you're kinda fucking full of yourself."

"Kinda?" He repeated, raising an eyebrow. "How generous of you. Want me to get on my knees and say thank you?"

You narrowed your eyes, your expression tightening as you fought against the urge to take the invisible bait he set. But Riki caught it. He stepped closer, not close enough to invade your space but close enough for him to gain the advantage.

"So what? You're gonna be following me around, asking me questions and write how amazing and talented I am?" He asked, voice softer now but it was still as smug as always.

You scoffed for the second time. "Don't get ahead of yourself."

"Too late. Sounds like you're stuck with me," he replied without missing a beat.

There was a brief silence before he stepped away, hands comfortably tucked in the pocket of his shorts. "I'll see you around, writer."

And just like that, he was gone, leaving you standing on the open-aired field. Thankfully, no one was around to witness you trembling on the spot as you silently seethed with rage. No one saw how you held onto your notebook so tight that the edges was already all crumpled and bunched it in your grip.

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"I can't do this."

Your friend and roommate—Yunah, lifted her head from her laptop. "Do what? Elaborate please. Stop trying to make me guess."

You groaned, dumping your bag down on the table, not caring about the look Yunah sent you. The two of you were on campus, managing to find an vacant table during lunchbreak. Both of you had brought food over from dorm, not wanting to waste time and effort to queue in the cafeteria.

"Writing the article for Riki," you clarified, pulling out your lunchbox and cultery.

"Oh, that. How is it going so far?" She asked, giving you half of her attention as she returned to working on her report.

You didn't answer her immediately, busy removing the lid before digging into the food, acting like a famished man who hasn't had a drop of water or a bite of food for the past two months. As someone who was used to your antics, Yunah didn't bat an eye and continued typing away on her report, not bothering to pause to have her lunch.

"The last time I saw him was one week ago. One. Week. Ago. Seriously, it's like he's able to see my location and avoid me at all times! I can never find or catch him," you bemoaned after swallowing your mouthful of food.

Your friend snorted. "That's the academy golden's boy for you. I'm surprised his girlfriend hasn't come running down the hallway while searching for you."

You paused mid-motion of raising your fork to glare at her. "Do you want me to die? I'm not interested in Riki. I'm doing this because I was forced to. Nothing more and nothing less."

Yunah raised her hands in mock surrender. "Alright, I get it. I hope you can get that article done soon so you can be freed from him."

You merely sighed, stabbing your fork into the remains of your lunch as you stared ahead. "Me too, Yunah. Me too."

Just when things couldn't get any better or fate thought it'd be funny to see you crash out, a certain someone announced his presence by casually sliding up like it's nothing. He knocked his annoyingly long legs against yours, causing you to drop your fork as it landed in your lunchbox. To add further salt in the wound, he purposely—at least, that's what you think, bumped his elbow against yours.

"There you are. I've been looking everywhere for you," he said, greeting you like both of you are long-time friends.

Except that you weren't even friends at all.

You mustered and shot him the nastiest side-eye as you picked up your fork again, stabbing it into a slice of braised chicken meat with more force than you intended. Yunah shot you a pointed look but you ignored her, your attention was completely on the annoying pest seated beside you. The pest that takes the form of none other than Nishimura Riki himself.

"What do you want?" You hissed, all hostile, like a car with its fur standing upright.

"Woah, chill. I saw you and wanted to talk to you."

"We have nothing to talk about. Now fuck off before you ruin my appetite," you fired back without hesitation.

Riki raised an eyebrow, gaze never leaving your face. It felt like he's able to read your mind and that deeply unsettles you. You couldn't placed your finger on it but there's something about him that doesn't sit right with you. But you didn't ponder about it for long, not wanting to get involved with people like him.

People who does nothing but cause chaos, leaving trouble behind in his trail.

"Are you sure? The board won't be happy if they find out you haven't worked on the article," he pointed out.

You scowled, eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed, unable to defend yourself. Not when he's stating the obvious truth and fact. Riki smirked, all smug and cocky, knowing he's in the right and how you couldn't fight back.

At this point, you've completely forgotten about Yunah, who was observing the entire scene from the sidelines, getting a special front-row seat to the show the two of you are putting up.

You flashed him what you hoped was a sarcastic, closed-eye smile. "Oh, I'm so glad you finally remembered about it! I thought you were too busy fucking your girlfriend or attending parties to care about irrelevant things like these."

You sworn you heard a horrified gasp from your friend, who was taken aback at how bold you are but you paid her no mind. Riki, on the other hand, went unusually silent. He cocked his head to the side, his piercings moving along with the movement. He pressed his tongue against the inside of his left cheek, eyes drifting up to the sky, like he's mulling over your words before letting out a chuckle.

Shivers ran down your spine when you realized he's actually amused by your reaction. By your words. By how aggressive you're being. When he looked at you again, the previous teasing glint in his eyes was gone, now replaced with something sharper and more deliberate, like he has you all figured out.

"What? Is that supposed to piss me off?" He asked in a lazy tone.

You faltered and he pressed on, not giving you time to reply.

"Because I don't know about you but to me, that sounds like you're more bothered than I am," he drawled, resting his chin on the palm of his left hand, eyeing you with nothing but utter confidence.

You curled your fingers around your fork. "I'm not—"

"Jealous?"

Maybe it's the way he said it so easily, like it's something as minor as the weather itself. Maybe it's the way he had you cornered against wall, leaving no room for you to escape. Maybe it's the way he managed to get the better of you, acting like he knows you better than you knowing yourself, like he's some sort of mind-reader.

Whatever it was, his swift response caused a stormy expression to take over your face. He smirked, knowing he hits the jackpot.

"Are you jealous that I have a life? That I'm in a relationship, surrounded by people who cares about me," he continued.

The fucking audacity for him to brag about his life to you. You made the mistake of opening your mouth, ready to defend yourself, only for you to falter when you couldn't find the words. Seeing this, Riki lets out a low, knowing chuckle.

"Last I checked, people don't get this worked up over things they don't care about. So tell me miss writer, are you jealous?"

Your jaw clenched, left eyebrow twitching. "Do you ever shut the fuck up?"

"Do you know any other words or are you too stupid for basic comprehension?" He retorted.

His words made you saw red.

You shot up from your seat, fork now clutched tightly in your right hand with your body borderline trembling as you seethed with rage. The only thing holding you back from throwing the fork at Riki was the fact that you're in public and how there are people around you.

The boy exhaled, running a hand through his dirty ash blonde hair with the strands falling forward, perfectly hanging over his forehead. For a moment, his expression shifted into something more neutral and unreadable before it was gone, faster than one could blinked.

"Now that we're clear, I just wanna let you know I'm free later after practice today, if you want to interview me for your article," he said, getting out of the long, wooden bench easily with his bag carelessly slung over his left shoulder.

You barked out a humorless laugh, eyes tracking his movement, like you're a predator with him as the prey. Even though it's the opposite of that.

"What? Not gonna be throwing a party or sucking tongues with your girlfriend?" You sneered.

Riki didn't take the bait, much to your annoyance. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"You—!"

He laughed at how you're fuming red with invisible steam leaving your ears. "See you after practice. If you're gonna be there. Wouldn't want the board to be breathing down your neck, do you?"

For the second time of you having a conversation with him, Riki ended up walking away. Just like before, he leaves you standing there, frustratingly speechless, leaving the faint echo of his smug tone lingering in the air. The moment he was out of sights, Yunah wasted no time in beating around the bush as she called out to you.

"What the hell was that?" She asked.

You sighed, sitting down as you closed your lunchbox, your appetite already ruined. "What's what?"

Yunah wildly flailed her arms about, dramatically gesturing to her surroundings. "Whatever is going on between you and Riki."

You opened your mouth but she was faster.

"Before you say anything, don't lie to me, (Name). I know you long enough and this is the first time I've seen you this angry. Damn, I know you told me before he piss you off but I didn't think it'd be this bad."

You rolled your eyes, shoving your closed, lighter lunchbox and shoved it into your bag without a care in the world.

"Just seeing him is enough to piss me off. I don't understand what's so good about him," you answered.

Your friend hummed, slowly nodding her head. "Well, the sooner you're done with the article, the better it is for you and your… anger issues."

You shot her a look. "I don't have anger issues."

Yunah wordlessly raised an expectant, pointed look and you made the wise choice of keeping your lips shut.

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The next four hours of class passed in a blink of an eye, with you attending back-to-back lectures. By the time it was over, your mind had already shut down. You were tempted to return to your dorm, where your comfortable bed was waiting for you but Riki's words echoed in your mind. You groaned, already able to imagine the incoming headache and can only pray that you wouldn't lose your temper, which was easier said than done.

You were on your way to the field when someone called out your name. You stopped in the middle of the hallway to look over your shoulder to see a girl rapidly approaching you. When she stopped before you, all five of your senses was invaded with the overwhelming fragrance of her perfume—a mixture of vanilla, cinnamon and strawberries.

"Can I help you with something, Kyujin?" You asked, your tone polite but it was tense.

You never liked her. She's everything you disliked in a person—her bratty, spoiled attitude. How she never failed to throw a fit if things doesn't go her way, at her grown age of nineteen too. If there's one thing she loved the most in the world, it's fame. The girl will do anything to be famous, even if it means crossing the lines and entering the illegal territory.

You've heard rumors about her relationship with Riki. How it was a fake relationship. How their feelings weren't mutual. How it's actually toxic. How Riki had cheated on her and vice versa. There's a lot of baseless rumors going around but you didn't care. You're here to finish the remaining one year of your academics and graduate with flying colors and not here to witness some couple arguments.

Kyujin frowned. Her lips covered in a layer of red lip-stick made them glow underneath the lights. Her face was covered in makeup, further enhancing her features. You weren't blind to how students were looking your way, no doubt curious with what was about to happen.

She crossed her arms and tilted her chin up, obviously trying to intimidate you. "I heard you've been getting close with my boyfriend."

Oh.

Oh, so this is what it's about.

You resist the urge to laugh right in her face. Instead, you raised an expectant eyebrow. "Alright, and?"

Kyujin scoffed in disbelief, arms still crossed and she took a step closer, eyes now glowing with flames of anger. "Isn't it obvious? I want you to stay away from him. Riki doesn't and will never like someone like you."

A flash of irritation made itself known in your chest. "Newsflash princess. I'm not into him, so you don't have to worry with that airhead brain of yours. I'm tasked by the board to write an article about him so I have to interact with him, one way or another."

It's clear the girl doesn't believed you, with how she suspiciously narrowed her eyes at you.

"Right, and you expect me to believe that? If that's the case, how about we ask someone, hm?" She challenged you.

"She's speaking the truth."

Before you can reply, an unfamiliar, firm voice interrupted your conversation. You looked over her shoulder to see one of Riki's friends and teammate—Yang Jungwon. He's a senior, one year older than you and Riki while being two years older than Kyujin.

Jungwon's eyes darted between the two of you, one hand holding the strap of his bag. "She's telling the truth, Kyujin. Also, mind moving? You're standing in front of my locker."

A series of hushed snickers and chuckles was heard from the group of witnesses, much to Kyujin's embarrassment. She openly gaped at Jungwon, who paid her no mind. The moment she moved out of his way, he was quick to unlock and opened it, putting the textbooks he held in his left hand into the locker before swiftly closing it. You expected him to walk away but what you didn't expect was for Jungwon to turn to you.

"You're (Name), right?" He inquired.

You blinked, wordlessly nodding your head.

He smiled, small and faint and you caught the dimples on his cheeks. "Follow me, Riki's waiting for you. Said something about an article the academy wants to feature him on."

"Damn, so it is true that the academy wants to write about him."

"I wonder why though. Didn't they do the same with Heeseung too?"

"Yeah, they did. But I guess the board's getting desperate with how they weren't getting more new students."

"Yikes, that sounds like they're using Nishimura as a pawn."

The students whispered and murmured among themselves, not bothering to be subtle. Jungwon turned a deaf ear to all of them, leading the way as the crowd automatically split into two, letting him passed with you walking behind him. The boy slowed down a little once you're out of the crowd, easily matching his pace with you.

You adjust the strap of your bag, finding the silence rather awkward and tense. "So, Riki talked about me?"

Jungwon chuckled, sneaking a glance at you. "Yeah, you left a strong impression on him. He mentioned you have a foul mouth and isn't scared of anyone. I saw the way you reacted with Kyujin and it's easy to identify you."

Heat crept up the back of your neck. "Well, it's not my fault she's annoying to talk to. I don't know what Riki sees in her, going out of his way to accept her confession."

Jungwon remained silent but you weren't blind to the way his Adam's Apple bobbed up and down and how he stiffened at your words. You shouldn't take note of that, shouldn't even be snooping around in other people's business. But at the end of the day, you were only human, which was why you filed his reaction aside, making a mental note to check back on it soon.

Eventually, you arrived at the football field and to your surprise, it's swarmed with people. The stands was in a sea of dark red. Some worn sunglasses or hats to shield their eyes from the sun. Some were desperately fanning themselves or holding a portable fan, directing it to blow at their faces—any attempts to reduce the chances of getting sunburn.

"What's going on? I thought you guys have practice today," you asked.

"We do but we're playing against Solaris Academy today," the senior replied, eyes scanning the field before looking back at you, "we do this every quarter, just a friendly match, nothing too serious."

You snorted despite yourself. "I find that hard to believe."

To support your statement, you gestured to your surroundings. Banners were draped over the railings. Some were neatly printed while some were handmade—letters slightly crooked but doesn't reduced the enthusiasm. Cheers erupted from different sections at random intervals with students calling out names.

It's anything but friendly. Rather, it feels intense, like everyone's ready to march onto a battlefield, for a battle that will determine their fates.

"Does any of these screams friendly to you?" You inquired.

Jungwon chuckled, running a hand through his pitch-black, soft hair as it fell forward perfectly. Seriously, what is with boys having better hair than girls?

"Well, that's what they all said," he replied, sounding a bit sheepish, "it's a tradition at this point. People take it very seriously, especially the players."

You hummed, scanning the field once more and your eyes landed on him. To be fair, it's easy to spot him. Riki stood out like a sore thumb, thanks to his annoyingly tall height. He has his back facing you, saving you from seeing his punchable face. You can tell the team respects him a lot, with how they were attentively hanging onto every word he said, giving him their fullest attention.

Wait.

"Aren't you supposed to be there?" You asked, pointing at his team while looking at Jungwon.

Jungwon shrugged his shoulders. "It's fine, I've heard his motivational speech to the point I can repeat it with my eyes closed."

You laughed, the sound genuine and light. You let your eyes continue to scan the field before you and that's when you spotted someone seated slightly further away from the crowd, like he doesn't want to be seen near them or anyone, for that matter. He sat on a higher and more aloof section as compared to the others.

Or to be exact, it's the so-called VIP area.

There's a certain stillness to him, a quiet kind of presence that doesn't openly demand for attention but was still able to command it anyway. While everyone else were loudly chatting among themselves, he was relaxed and alone. He sat with one arm casually draped over the back of the vacant chair on his right with his long legs stretched out before him.

He worn a pair of sunglasses—the accessory resting squarely on the bridge of his sharp nose as it sheltered his eyes against the sun. No matter how many times you looked away from him, your eyes automatically drifted back to him, whether you knew it or not.

"Who's that?" You asked before you could stopped yourself, nodding in his direction.

Jungwon followed your gaze and when he realized who you're looking at, he smirked. "Oh, him? That's Heeseung hyung."

You stared and that's when it hit you. "Wait, as in the Lee Heeseung? The one who graduated? The one who went pro?"

"Yup, the one and only. Heard the board invited him over as a special guest. I'm guessing it's to bring more attention to the academy and boost the moral of the team. Besides, it's his younger brother's match. Make sense he'd show up."

You hummed absentmindedly, ripping your eyes away from him but it was too late. You caught the knowing look Jungwon sent you, making you scowled at him.

"What?"

"Nothing, just making sure you're still here. Come on, I'll bring you to your seat," he said, gesturing for you to follow him.

You arched an eyebrow, mildly impressed. "Didn't know I'm getting the VIP treatment."

Jungwon snorted, already leading the way with you walking behind him. "You can thank Riki for that. Said to give you the seat with the best view to capture his best angles."

You made a fake repulsive, gagging sound. It didn't go unheard by Jungwon, who snickered as he shot you an amused look over his shoulder. Eventually, he came to a stop, dramatically bowing with an arm placed in front of his chest.

"Here's your seat, milady," he said.

You went along with the flow, bowing to him as well. "Why thank you, kind sir. Good luck with the match."

Jungwon nodded, bidding you farewell as he walked away, heading down to regroup with his teammates. You sat down, watching as Jungwon subtly pointed in your direction after saying something to Riki. The captain followed the direction of where he's pointing with his gaze, making eye contact with you.

Your first instinct was to scowl at him, which deepened when he shot you his signature smug, cocky smirk. You leaned back into your seat, placing you bag on the floor, between your legs as you reached down to pull out your camera. You decided to ignore him, turning the device on as you played around with the settings, not wanting to let him get into your head.

However, you looked up before your mind could processed it and of course, Riki was still looking at you. The team from Solaris Academy had stepped onto the field and the entire place shook from how loud the cheering was. Despite all of that—people shouting the teammates' names and people frantically waving the flags around, Riki never looked away.

"Good luck."

You stilled once the words left your mouth, shocked by what you just said. You can tell Riki was taken aback, not expecting you to say that. To him too, out of all people. Something unreadable flickered in his eyes before it was gone.

You sworn you saw his features softened slightly, like he's taking your words into stride. You weren't granted much time to mull over it, not when the sound of a whistle being blown interrupted the moment, forcing Riki to face the front.

Unlike Decelis Academy, the football team representing Solaris Academy was dressed in light blue jersey. All of them looked formidable and a force to reckon with but deep down, a small, tiny part of you knew they wouldn't be a match for the captain of Decelis Academy. The players bowed to one another, doing a brief handshake before moving to take their respective positions with Hanbin acting as the referee.

Fweeeeet!

And just like that, the match has begun.

It was like a switch was flipped inside them. Every player quickly fell into a steady rhythm. The ball moved quickly, passed with amazing precision between the Decelis players, their formation tightening as they pushed forward. It's clear what their intention was—trying to settle this as fast as possible, wanting to take their opponents by surprise.

However, Solaris didn't hold back on them either.

Dressed in light blue, they cut through the field with breakneck speed, smoothly intercepting passes while pressing hard until they were neck-to-neck, forcing Decelis, which has no choice but to adjust to the newly created rhythm. Their movements are aggressive but calculated. Each player reading the other, almost like they were able to foresee the future.

The crowd couldn't stopped cheering at every near pass, every successful interception and every close call.

Your eyes jumped from one player to another, trying your best to keep up while mentally noting down the important details that make football… well, football—formations, pacing and teamwork. After all, this was what you're truly here for.

And then, something in the air shifted.

The ball was stolen by none other than the captain of Decelis, the academy's golden boy and the younger brother of Lee Heeseung—Nishimura Riki. He stole it mid-pass—the action clean and almost effortless, similar to how he lived his life. With the ball now at his feet, he moved.

More like he teleported, to be exact.

One moment he was near his own goalpost. The next moment, he was already halfway across the field, kicking the ball while being the leader of the counterattack with his teammates around and behind him, taking as much space control as they can.

It's different when he's in possession. You noticed the confidence in the way he carried it, how he weaved through opposing players with sharp, deliberate footwork. One feint to the left, a quick pivot to the right, managing to shake off the players hot on his heels. He slipped past one defender, then another, like they were nothing more than mere obstacles.

The crowd reacted, growing louder and wilder. It's clear nearly everyone was here for him.

This is it.

You lifted up your camera, readjusting your grip as you tracked his movement through the lens. For a second, he blurred due to him moving too fast but you steadied yourself, following the rhythm of his stride instead of fighting it, blending into his movements.

Snap.

The first shot captured him mid-run, dirty ash blonde hair swept back by the wind, jersey clinging onto him as he pushed forward, focus etched across his features.

Snap.

The second shot captured him dodging a defender in the nick of time, body angled and muscles tensed. The moment itself seemed frozen and perfectly between motion and impact, like time had stopped, allowing you to take such an impressive picture.

What you're seeing through the lens is different from everyone else. What you're currently looking at is a boy who has the ability, talent and potential to go further, go beyond the sky to be in a league of his own.

What you're looking at is someone who has a high game sense, is fully aware of his surroundings, is able to read his opponents and is able to take control of the match like it's nothing.

That's when you realized—the Riki you're looking at isn't the same Riki who you're annoyed with. Nor is he the same Riki who never failed to rile you up. No, he is exactly the kind of player people would write about. The kind of player people are interested in, wanting to see him become stronger.

And most importantly, the kind of player people want to see on a big screen.

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5 - 4.

The match ended with Decelis Academy being the winner with Riki scoring the final point by delivering the final kick that sent the ball flying across half of the field. You sworn your eardrums nearly exploded with how loud the crowd hollered at the top of their lungs.

The team threw themselves onto Riki, causing their captain to collapse due to the sheer weight of their sweaty bodies stacked on top of one another as they showered him with compliments.

Fweeeeeet!

Hanbin blew his whistle to signal the end of the match and both teams took that as their cue to move to the center. Everyone shook hands—a form of sportsmanship before walking their own way to their respective changing rooms. Some of the players lingered around, waving and acknowledging the audience.

You, on the other hand, decided to head down to find Riki, intending to interview him with questions you had long prepared beforehand. You gingerly put your camera away into your bag, slung it over your shoulder and headed over to the changing rooms that are located just outside the field, in a small building.

Every step you took led you further from the field with the noise gradually fading, only for it to be replaced with nothing but the echo of your own footsteps. To your relief, the air felt much cooler here, along with the sharp scent of sweat and disinfectant lingering in the air.

You made a turn round a corner, only to bump into something solid and firm. The apology was at the tip of your tongue, ready to apologize but they beat you to it. Shivers ran down your spine when you recognized the sleazy tone used. A tone that was directed towards you.

"Well well well, what do we have here?"

You raised your head to see three boys standing before you, wearing the light blue jerseys—Solaris. Up close, they looked just as formidable as they did on the field. They are taller than you expected, broad-shoulder and still slightly flushed from the game.

The boy standing in the middle cocked his head to the side. A lazy, unsettling grin spreads across his face. The way his eyes casually swept over you, assessing you like you're some kind of item didn't go unnoticed.

"Didn't think we'd find something this interesting here," he continued.

Your expression immediately hardened, schooling into something neutral and unreadable—anything to scream disinterest.

"I'm waiting for someone," you replied flatly.

"Yeah? Who is it? I don't see them," he hummed, stepping closer, brushing off your words like they didn't matter.

"None of your business."

The boy chuckled, exchanging a glance with his friends before looking back at you, amusement written all over his face. "Feisty. I like that."

Your grip on your bag tightened, shoulders tensed. "Leave me alone."

The other two snickered under their breaths but the one in the middle didn't move. Rather, he seemed more intrigued by your behavior.

"C'mon, we're just talking. No need to be hostile," he said, his voice dipping slightly, like he's trying to soften his approach but the way he looked at you—practically undressing you with his eyes, make your skin crawled.

"Fuck off," you snapped.

Your response wiped the smile off his face. The previous relaxed, arrogant facade was gone, now replaced with something sharper and tighter. Something far more dangerous. Behind him, his friends exchanged looks, no longer amused and choosing to watch from the sidelines.

"You got a foul mouth for a pretty girl like you," one of them pointed out, giving you a sense of deja vu, reminding you of a certain someone.

You narrowed your eyes. "What part of fuck off do you not understand? Are you stupid?"

Silence.

The three boys went quiet before someone—the boy in the middle, reacted. He stepped even closer but you stood your ground, refusing to show any ounce of fear or discomfort. The last thing you wanted was for him to know he's making you uncomfortable and how he has the upper-hand here.

"You should watch your mouth if I were you," he warned you in a low, threatening tone.

You scoffed, maintaining eye contact and tilted your chin up, taunting him. "Or else what? What you gonna do? You dare to use violence while wearing the academy's jerseys? Can't tell if you're awfully confident or plain stupid."

"You-!"

The boy reached out, ready to do something—maybe grab you by the collar, maybe slap or punch you in the face and the list goes on. Even though you didn't flinch, a part of you momentarily feared for your life for a split moment. You instinctively squeezed your eyes shut, mentally bracing yourself for the incoming pain or rough action.

But there was none.

You reopened your eyes, to see someone now standing in between you and the boy. They—he, has his back facing you, preventing you from seeing his features. The only thing you can see is his strong, broad and oh so capable shoulders, the faint outlines of his muscles seen via his loose fitting shirt and his sunglasses now on his head—

Wait. Sunglasses? I've seen it before. Don't tell me…

"You should know when to take no for an answer," he said, tone even but there's a hint of authority laced in it.

The boy scoffed, eyes flicking to your direction. Seeing this, Heeseung was quick to shift subtly, enough to hide you behind his larger frame. This didn't go unnoticed by the three boys, who shared a quick, fleeting glance with one another, mostly likely in doubt, like they were starting to rethink their actions.

"Chill, we're just talking," the boy in the middle joked but the hardened look in his eyes said otherwise.

That earned an unconvinced hum from Heeseung, who's taller than the three boys. "Right, I'm sure talking doesn't require you to be so close, no?"

The boy narrowed his eyes, getting annoyed with Heeseung. "Didn't know the famous Lee Heeseung has time to play the role of a babysitter."

Your eyebrow twitched but you remained silent, even though you were tempted to retort with something snarky, that could potentially lead to a fight right in the corridor, drawing more unwanted attention to all of you.

One of the two boys snorted, adding fuel to the fire. "Thought pro players are supposed to stay up there." He vaguely jerked his chin to the ceiling, indicating the VIP stands, where he was spotted roughly fifteen minutes ago.

You could practically feel the tension thickening as every second passed. You knew what they were doing but Heeseung was smarter than he looked. He didn't take the bait, didn't even looked offended. But rather, he looked unimpressed, like their words and behavior was nothing more but child's play.

"I'm not the one causing trouble after a match," he calmly pointed out, using the kind of tone that infuriates the three boys, bristling with anger.

"You think just because you went pro, everyone's supposed to bow their heads and listen to you?"

"No, those things are basic knowledge. Doesn't matter if you're pro or not," Heeseung replied without hesitation, words as sharp as a knife.

That shut them up for a few seconds, rendering them speechless. You can practically see their minds scrambling to find any other words to use, to defend themselves but it was futile. Not when the it's crystal clear that Heeseung wasn't playing the same game with them. After what felt like eternity, the boy in the middle let out a humorless laugh, finally backing away.

"Whatever, you can have her if you want. She's not worth it," he said, turning around to walk away. His two minions were quick to follow, hot on his heels.

"He—"

You snarled, stepping around Heeseung, ready to call them out but Heeseung was quick to stop you, hand on your shoulder with his fingers clasped around it. You looked at him and he firmly shook his head.

"Don't. It's not worth it," he said.

One look at him and you can already tell there's a difference between the brothers. While confidence oozed from Riki, someone who wasn't afraid to show off, Heeseung was more down-to-earth and humble. If possible, he would preferred to have close to zero attention on him, wanting to pass as a regular guy instead.

Although, that was easier said than done, considering how his face was shown everywhere during the World Cup season on a yearly basis.

You weren't sure what it was. Maybe it's the way he looked at you with his mesmerizing doe-like eyes. Maybe it's the way he didn't outright boasted about himself, simply being well, himself. Whatever it was, it made the weight on your shoulders lightened.

"..Thanks, I could have handled it myself," you replied.

Heeseung dropped his arm. You pointedly ignored the warmth lingering behind on your shoulder, forcing yourself to not think about it.

"Sure you can. How you planning on doing that?" He asked, tilting his head slightly to the side. The small movement made his earrings hanging on his earlobes swayed side to side.

What's with football players and piercings?

You shrugged your shoulders, adjusting the strap of your bag. "I don't know. Maybe try to kick them in the nuts or something."

He laughed, the sound light-hearted and airy.

"Hyung? What are you doing here?"

The two of you turned to see Riki stepping out of a room, now dressed in his usual clothes and was no longer wearing the jersey. He looked fresher now, after thinking a quick shower. The captain approached the two of you, eyes darting between his older brother and your faces. Heeseung was quick to reply, not wanting Riki to get the wrong idea.

"I was looking for you when I bumped into her. Managed to save her from three Solaris boys too," he answered.

Riki's eyes darkened a shade when he heard that, like he's enraged at the thought of someone attempting to lay their hands on you. You saw it. Of course you did but you made no comment on it, not wanting to give him the impression that you're watching him, being attentive of him and definitely not want his ego to soar higher than it already was.

"Are they still around?"

He asked, voice slightly low, rough and a little raspy around the edges. Hearing it sent shivers down your spine. Your hair stood upright with your body breaking out into goosebumps. Sure, you've seen Nishimura Riki focused when he's on the field or him being confident when he's roaming the campus, like it belongs to him.

But this? This is something new.

Heeseung remained silent on your right, observing his younger brother carefully. There was a subtle shift in his expression—surprise, like he too, didn't expect this reaction from Riki.

"Calm down, they've already left. I handled it," he calmly spoke up.

Riki's eyes flicked towards him briefly before returning to you almost immediately. You caught how he scanned you from head to toe, as if he's searching for signs of injuries. Your throat and heart tightened slightly at the mere thought of him actually caring and looking out for you.

"I'm fine," you said before he could asked you anything.

His expression didn't change. If anything, he poked the inside of his right cheek, like words wasn't enough to settle the raging storm taking over his mind.

"What did they do?" He asked. No, demanded.

"Nothing."

"That's not what I asked," he snapped immediately, too fast for your liking.

You paused, visibly taken aback by the sheer intensity of his behavior. You knew he's not mad at you. But rather, he's mad at the thought of someone touching you. Cornering you and making you uncomfortable. It doesn't make any sense, for him to care for you, not when you're nothing more than a pair of strangers who were forced to work together for the article.

But with how his hands flexed slightly at his sides, fingers curling into his fists, like he's resisting the temptation to do something that could lead to certain consequences. What caught your attention was his eyes. They made him looked more like a puma than anything else. A puma who's ready to pounce on its opponent, ready to sink its sharp canines.

A puma that's ready to kill.

Riki inhaled slowly through his nose, forcing himself to calm down as he dragged a hand over his face. He looked away for a brief second but when he looked at you again, the anger was still there but it's buried deeper now, like he's locking it up deep inside of him.

"You shouldn't have been here alone," he muttered.

That sentence sent a surge of irritation through your veins. "I can handle myself. I'm not helpless."

Riki's eyes flicked to you, lips parting, like he wants to say something but thought the better of it and sealed them shut again. Heeseung awkwardly and pointedly cleared his throat, no doubt sensing there's something in the air between the two of you. He ran a hand through his black hair, bangs perfectly falling over his face.

"Well, I'll see you at home, Riki," he told his younger brother, who nodded before he turned to you, eyes softening slightly, "you should be more careful. Those Solaris boys never know when to stop."

You flashed him a small, genuine smile, unaware of how Riki's eyes instantly zeroed in on your expression. You remained blissfully oblivious to how you made his heart tightened, something ugly wrapping itself around his heart.

"Like I said, I can handle myself, but thank you. See you around."

And with that, Heeseung bid you farewell, good-naturally ruffling the current captain's hair before walking away, leaving you alone with him. Once he was gone, Riki turned to you, shuffling his feet on the spot with his hands tucked into the pockets of his three quarter pants.

"So, why are you here in the first place?" He question.

"I'm here because you told me I can interview you after the match. Don't you remember?" You deadpanned.

Realization flickered across his face. "Oh, right. But uh…"

You groaned when his voice trailed off, already knowing where this was going.

"Let me guess, you have a party to attend. The after-party of the match to celebrate your glorious final goal that won the match and stole the hearts of the audience," you finished for him.

"Sounds like you've been watching me very closely," he pointed out, all smug and boastful, returning to his usual self.

You rolled your eyes but the way your lips curled up in a faint smile says otherwise. "Well, I'd have to, considering I have to take pictures of you."

Riki stilled. It's clear he didn't expect you to go with the flow, replying to him in a casual, friendly way rather than being hostile with him. You caught everything—how his eyes widened slightly, the way his lips parted like he had a response ready, standing on the tip of his tongue, only for it to be wiped clean from his mind.

For once, Nishimura Riki was caught off-guard.

Seeing him malfunctioning on the spot nearly made burst out laughing. Because this was the same guy who always have something to say. Always smug, always quick with a comeback of his own and always carrying himself like he's ten steps ahead of everyone else.

And yet, your causal response was enough to break him.

"…Oh."

You coughed, fighting against the urge to smile wider. "Oh?" You repeated.

In a blink of an eye, his composure slid back in—the familiar confidence settling over him. He scoffed under his breath, running a hand through his damp, dirty ash blonde hair.

"Careful. You're starting to sound nice," he said.

"Don't get used to it."

"Too late."

You rolled your eyes for the second time. But unlike before, there wasn't any irritation behind it anymore.

And Riki noticed. Which was why he made a bold move, invading your personal space with one large stride. It's similar to how the boy from Solaris did it but comparing the two, your body didn't enter fight or flight mode. Rather, you were completely calm, not seeing him as a threat or an annoying pest.

Now that he's standing close to you, you were able to get a faint whiff of his cologne he sprayed and fuck, since when does he smell this good? You swallowed, praying to whichever God up there that Riki wouldn't be able to hear the loud, rapid pounding of your heart or detect your nervousness behind this facade of yours.

However, one look at the knowing smirk on his face was enough to confirm your worst fears.

He didn't point it out and you didn't know if you should be grateful or fearing for your life, wondering if he's planning to use it against you in the future. The captain took another step closer and it's only right for you to move back. This didn't went on for long, ending with your back gently colliding against the wall behind you.

Riki was quick to move, placing one hand on the right side of your head in a casual, smooth motion, like he wasn't the one responsible for pushing you into a corner or how he wasn't the one currently towering over you, putting his tall height to good use, giving him the advantage here.

He's close. Too close.

You could smell his faint cologne mixed with his body shampoo. Up close, his ash blonde hair was no longer damp, now dried strands falling over narrowed, amused eyes that were fixed entirely on you, making you feel small, like he's able to read your mind.

"Well, look at that. I guess you know how to be quiet," he murmured, voice low enough to send another shiver down your spine. It didn't go unnoticed by him, whose lips quirked upward in a knowing smirk, like he's proud of the effect he has on you.

You swallowed. "Back up, Riki."

He arched his left eyebrow—the eyebrow with an slit. Since when does he have that? He tilted his head to the side, eyes never leaving your face, like you're something he has never seen before.

"And why should I? You're not the boss of me."

You frowned in displeasure and annoyance. "I'll say it one more time: back up."

He paused before his teasing grin was replaced with something else. Something slower, darker and far more dangerous. You hated how he's intently studying your expression, like he's trying to crack a code to an impossible case, like he's trying to memorize every reaction you give him.

You weren't blind to how he's also enjoying this—enjoying watching you squirmed under his intense, unwavering gaze. Enjoying the effect he has on you as you kept struggling, trying to regain your footing but deep down, both of you knew someone is losing and it's definitely not him.

"Come to the party with me tonight."

Silence.

Your mind stopped. For a brief moment, you thought your mind was playing tricks on you, that you were mishearing things or he was joking. You waited for him to burst out laughing or for him to wave it off.

But he did none of that.

Instead, he seemed to be waiting for your response, judging from the expectant look on his face. Your stomach twisted into itself when you replayed his sentence, his voice echoing in your mind.

Come with him.

You weren't sure what to feel about that, about his particular choice of words.

"It'd be fun, trust me. Besides, you can take more pictures for your article and who knows, I might be in the mood to answer your questions," he added, despite how it's clear he had won and how you don't need further persuasion.

You scoffed in disbelief. "Did you just used the article as an excuse?"

Riki hummed. "Maybe. Maybe not. Does it really matter? So, are you in or what?"

Your first mistake was not answering him immediately. Your second mistake was to play with the strap of your bag—something you does when you're hesitating. Your third and final mistake was for you to look away and Riki doesn't liked that at all. Doesn't liked the idea of not having your fullest attention and eyes on him.

He reached out with his free left hand, boldly clasping his long, slender fingers around your chin and tilted your head forward, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

His sudden move punched the air out of your lungs. The mere feeling of his warm, rough and calloused fingerpads against your skin was enough to send your heart soaring.

You should do something. Push him away or jerk your head back to free yourself from his grasp but you couldn't moved, like your limbs have forgotten how to function, like someone had glued them to your body, leaving you helpless and vulnerable. Your breath hitched in your throat when Riki dragged his thumb across your bottom lip at an agonizingly, slow and almost tortuous pace.

As if wanting to see how much further he's allowed to go, the boy leaned in, close enough for the tips of your noses to brush against one another in the most lightest, fleeting sensation. But it's enough for your breath to audibly hitched in your throat.

Riki heard it with his sharp hearing. With how close you are, you were given a front row seat of catching his dark, clouded eyes flicking down to your parted lips.

You thought he will do it, only for him to withdraw from you completely.

Riki stepped back, leaving a gap between you. Your fingers twitched, nearly letting the primal urge to feel him again, to feel his body pressed against yours and to feel his hands on your body, took over you but you held yourself back, in an amazing feat of poorly concealed self-restraint. He's the first to speak, to break the thick, tense silence that has surrounded you.

"Give me your number. I'll pick you up at eight," he said.

You don't remember giving him your number nor do you remember what happened next, even though nothing happened. Riki then brought you to the exit of the seemingly long corridor before splitting ways with you as he bid you farewell, heading over to where his car was parked, leaving you alone, standing there in the open with countless thoughts running through your mind.

Sure, you may not remembered much but what you do remember is how close you were to kissing him. And what was probably the most scariest thing is how you wouldn't mind it one bit.

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"You did what?"

Jungwon barked out a laugh, the sound loud and sharp, piercing through the peaceful atmosphere of Riki's neighborhood. The strong, pungent smell of tobacco wafted about in the air with the captain taking a long puff of the lit cigarette, lowering his hand to release the smoke from his mouth, watching as it rose until it gradually vanished into thin air before him.

Unlike majority of the students, Riki doesn't live on campus, mostly thanks to Heeseung, who gets paid an hefty, thick paycheck as pro footballer, allowing the siblings to live in a rather wealthy neighborhood, much to the students' jealousy.

As a close, beloved friend of Riki, Jungwon is a frequent visitor to their home to the point that Heeseung ended up making a third copy of their key for Jungwon, for convenience's sake.

"Crazy, right?" Riki replied casually.

Jungwon rolled his eyes, resting both hands on the railings of the balcony as he looked ahead. "I thought you'd have kissed her. Why didn't you?"

The younger boy shrugged his shoulders, tapping his cigarette twice, watching as ash fell from the lited end. "I don't know."

His friend shot him a certain look. "Right… What about Kyujin? She's gonna lose her mind if she finds out you're cheating on her."

Riki snorted, taking his own sweet time in taking another puff, only replying once he exhaled the smoke. "I know she's cheating behind my back too."

"Then?"

"The only reason why I let her cling onto me is because she's hot," he replied, looking at Jungwon, who wasn't surprised, "nothing more and nothing less. Other than that, she can sleep with other guys for all I care. She doesn't have the right to confront me about it when she does the same too."

Jungwon whistled, impressed. "Damn, didn't know you have it in you. So, what are you planning to do with her? Make her fall in love with you?"

Riki chuckled, putting out his cigarette and straightened himself. "Nah, that's too easy. I'm gonna break her."

"Break her?"

He nodded. "Yeah, she's always fierce, always barking away like a dog. I want to see how she becomes when someone breaks down the walls she built around herself."

Jungwon owlishly blinked. "Sheesh, you're one heartless person, Riki. Just don't take it too far though. Wouldn't want your future career to be ruined."

Hearing this, the younger snorted and waved off his words. "As if she can do that."

His friend raised his hands in mock surrender. "Hey, I'm just saying. For all you know, she can ruin your hard-earned reputation just by writing and putting you in a bad spotlight."

Riki rolled his eyes. "I doubt she has the guts to do that in the first place."

"What makes you so sure?"

He paused, mind briefly returning to how you willingly let him touched your lip along with your stunned expression. How he almost gave in to his desires, to close the distance, to kiss you until you're breathless and all putty in his arms, to ruin you until you're chanting his name like a sacred prayer and to make you remember he's the only one who can do this to you.

"I just do," he simply replied, nothing but total confidence evident in his voice, not caring about the puzzled look his friend shot him.

Riki pushed himself off the railings, turning on the spot to retreat to his room. "Come on hyung, we have a party to attend."

The two boys took nearly an hour to get ready, taking their time to pair their clothes together to create the best outfits. Contrary to what people thinks, Riki cares a lot when it comes to fashion. In fact, his top hobby and interest is fashion itself. Jungwon had finished getting dressed, now seated on the edge of his bed, left leg propped on his right leg while scrolling through his phone.

The captain, on the other hand, was walking around his room shirtless. He had threw on a pair of jeans that hung dangerously low on his hips, only for it to be tightly wrapped around his waist with a belt. Jungwon made a noise when he saw his friend changing his shirt again for the unknown time.

"Can you hurry up? You're taking forever," he bemoaned.

Riki rolled his eyes, not paying him any mind as he stood before his opened closet, arms crossed with his fingers tapping on his upperarms. Eventually, his gaze landed on a black, sleeveless top and he removed the hanger, removing the top from it. He threw it on, moving to the body-length mirror and nodded his head in silent approval, lips curled up in a smirk.

"Alright, this looks good enough," he declared and Jungwon heaved a sigh of relief, muttering "fucking finally" under his breath, to which Riki chose to ignore.

He slipped on accessories—silver rings on his fingers that glowed underneath the dim ceiling lights, a silver chain bracelet wrapped around his right wrist and changed some of his piercings to designs that are more flashy and noticeable. Last but not least, he worn a silver necklace with a cross in the middle, leaving it hanging out in the open. Riki ran a hand through his ash blonde hair, patting it down from the sides and sprayed a generous amount of cologne on his body.

Once he was done, he swiped his car keys and phone off the bedside table. He glanced at hie phone, spotting Kyujin's name getting drowned in the sea of messages and notifications and he ignored her. Riki opened the Messages app, finding a certain someone's contact, thumb flying across the screen before sending it.

Me: you done? i'm coming over

(Name): yeah seen

Me: alright. btw, bring your camera along

(Name): ? why?

Me: for your article duh don't tell me you've forgotten about it

(Name): you're really fucking annoying

Jungwon stood up, stretching his arms above his head as he followed Riki out. Heeseung was in his own room, probably gaming away with his headphones on and the two didn't bother telling him they were leaving. They headed to his car and Jungwon was about to slide into the passenger seat when Riki stopped him.

"You're sitting behind today," he said, hopping into the driver's seat.

Jungwon openly gaped. "Huh? Why? Are you gonna pick Kyujin up?"

The engine came to life with a purr before it blended into a low, effortless hum in the background. Despite his reaction, his friend obliged and got into the backseat, closing the door beside him as he buckled his safety belt with Riki doing the same.

"Because I'm picking someone up."

"Who?"

"You'll see," he replied, keying in the postal code you gave him into his navigator before pulling away.

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Meanwhile, you had long finished getting ready for the party. Thankfully, Yunah wasn't around as she had went home to spend the weekend with her family, sparing you from the countless questioning and teasing. You stared at yourself in the mirror, almost like you weren't sure if your reflection looking back at you was truly you or not.

You had applied a light shade of make-up, nothing too obvious but rather, just enough to make yourself look decent. After all, it is a party and you weren't one to pass up on the opportunity to dress up. You worn something that's bold and slightly out of your comfort zone.

A black, tight spaghetti-strap padded top with black lace peeking out underneath, acting as a fake second layer. You worn a pair of baggy faded jeans with a belt securely wrapped around your waist to prevent it from falling. For accessories, you went with minimalist—a silver necklace with a cross in the middle and a black thick bracelet on your left wrist.

Once you were done, you sprayed some perfume on yourself, double-checking your makeup before slipping on a pair of low heels—not too high for it to be deemed dangerous or too low for it to be deemed laziness.

As per Riki's request, you had packed your camera, taking a picture of the questions you wrote in your notebook before stepping out of the house when Riki texted you, telling you he had arrived.

You saw him immediately once you opened your door, casually leaning against the side of his car while scrolling through his phone. Riki wasn't aware of your presence, giving you the chance to take him in. As much as you hate to admit it, he is good-looking, only if his mouth is shut though.

He's dressed different than usual, revealing more skin—those toned arms of his and when he raised his hand to run it through his hair, your eyes instinctively flicked down to his sides, noting black ink imprinted on his skin.

You approached him, every step you took made your heels clicked-clacked against the pavement, easily catching his attention as he looked up. Your stomach flipped when you saw Riki shamelessly ogling you, greedily drinking you in from head to toe, no doubt pleased with what he's seeing.

You wrinkled your nose at the smell of tobacco invading your senses, disapproval appearing in your eyes when you saw the lit cigarette held in his left hand, between his middle and index fingers.

"Really? I'm surprised you aren't huffing and puffing yet," you said.

Riki snorted, taking one final puff before he dropped the cigarette, extinguishing it by squashing it into the road with his left shoe. "Hey, you're making it sound like I'm an old man."

You rolled your eyes, raising your hand to tuck a few stray strands of hair behind your left ear but he was faster. Your body turned as still as a statue when he did it for you. His fingers grazed against the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. For a moment, you locked eyes with one another, like it's just the two of you with no one else.

Riki glanced down for a split second before back up again. You caught it. Of course you did. His hand was still hanging in the air and he was about to say something when a loud, pointed cough interrupted the two of you.

Cough cough.

You visibly jumped, startled while Riki wasn't fazed, merely huffing out of annoyance than anything else. The right back door opened and Jungwon's head popped above the car, a flat and unimpressed look on his face.

"Are you two done flirting? We have a party to attend and we're gonna be late," he deadpanned.

Your face flushed red but the captain merely rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, hyung. We won't be late. We're the main event after all."

Nonetheless, Riki pushed himself off the car and to your surprised, opened the passenger door for you. He even placed a hand on it, preventing you from knocking your head against it as you got in, closing the door for you.

He rounded his car, getting in with Jungwon doing the same as well. You sworn you heard the senior muttering something under his breath, something that suspiciously sounded like "fucking lovebirds and here I am, third-wheeling."

You didn't like how something in you twitched at that. At the thought of being in a relationship with Riki. With someone who has a girlfriend.

It didn't take you long to arrive to the party and frankly speaking, it's impossible to miss the house hosting the party. You could practically hear the music even though you're still in his car.

Heavy, muffled bass vibrated through the quiet, still neighborhood. It's a miracle the windows of the nearby houses didn't shatter due to how loud it was. Bright lights spilled out from the massive property at the end of the street, highlighting the crowd gathered outside, like moths drawn to a flame.

Multiple cars lined messily along the sidewalks. Some were parked properly while some were abandoned at questionable angles, like their owners were either too impatient or drunk to care. You suspect it was mostly the later option though.

To no one's surprise, the house was gigantic.

It's modern and expensive-looking. Three stories tall with wide opened sleek black gates, allowing students to enter and go whenever they pleased. The front lawn was crowd with people.

Some were clearly half-gone from alcohol, groups laughing too loudly while some were busy shoving tongues down one another's throat—much to your disgust. There were some scattered across the steps with red plastic cups held in their hands, chatting among themselves.

The smell washed over you immediately once Riki parked his car as you alighted—alcohol, smoke, weed and most importantly, the distinct, unmistakable scent of terrible decisions lingering around the corner, waiting patiently for its first victim.

You unconsciously adjusted the hem of your outfit, pulling your pants up slightly while your eyes scanned your surroundings. Somewhere nearby, someone shouted at the top of their lungs, drunkenly before bursting into a fit of laughter, with their friends cheering them on.

Another group was attempting to shotgun drinks with their bodies swaying side to side near the driveway, with music blasting through speakers positioned by the entrance.

"Looks like they've started without us," Jungwon whistled, hands tucked into the pockets of his trousers.

"Not surprised," Riki said casually, locking the car with a click of his keys. He didn't wait for permission, already approaching the house, walking like he owns the land, like he knew everyone has been waiting for him.

And they indeed were waiting for him. Countless eyes snapped to his direction, whether they knew it or not the moment his tall figure entered their visions. You purposely slowed your steps down, walking behind him, not wanting to be caught in his radar but your plan failed when you saw people whispering while sending not so subtle glances toward you.

It's enough to make your shoulders tensed, clutching onto your bag that contained your camera and a few other personal belonging. Jungwon, on the other hand, had mysteriously vanished into thin air, leaving you alone with Riki. He walked along the stone pavement that winds up to the opened front door of the three stories building.

The inside of the building has a different vibe than the outside. The moment you entered, the bass from the speakers hit harder, loud enough for you to feel the vibrations beneath your feet. Colored LED lights flashed across the massive living space, shifting between shaded of red, blue and purple with music occupying the air.

To say it's packed with people would be an understatement.

You groaned the moment you kept bumping or knocking into someone's shoulders. Some crowded around the kitchen island that was lined with bottles of alcohol. Some were dancing near the speakers, shouting over the loud, booming music despite standing mere inches apart.

Someone nearly stumbled and spilling their drinks on you before quickly apologizing and disappearing into the crowd. Out of pure instinct, you stepped closer to Riki, only for realization to hit you too late. Judging from the amused glint in his eyes, he noticed it.

"Overwhelmed already?" He asked, having to bend slightly so you can hear him.

You straightened immediately—a move used to hide your pounding heart. "No."

"Liar."

"Riki!"

Someone shouted his name, easily catching the captain's attention despite the loud, thundering music. You watched as a unfamiliar boy approached him through the sea of crowd. The two did a brief handshake—typical behavior for boys before falling into a brief conversation.

For a moment, you were tempted to wander around, only to rethink your decision when you how more and more people were entering the room.

The only person you knew here is Riki, leaving you no choice but to stick with him, unless you want a random stranger to approach you with hidden motives.

"Hey, you good?"

You blinked, snapping out of your trance, to see Riki now looking at you, giving you his fullest attention and the guy was nowhere to be seen. You wordlessly nodded and you sworn you saw his features softened before it was gone in a blink of an eye.

"We got invited to a game of beer pong. Wanna play?" He suggested.

You raised an eyebrow. "We? Are you sure I'm also invited? I don't know anyone here."

The boy shrugged his shoulders. "So? You know me. I'm not anyone and that's good enough. Most of the guys here aren't nice like me."

You couldn't hold back the snort that managed to slip past your lips. "Are you praising yourself? How arrogant can you be?"

"It's not arrogance when I'm stating the truth," he retorted and continued in a softer, assuring voice, "but seriously. If you don't want to then we can just hang around until you're ready to leave."

You hesitated, ready to decline the invitation and to shoo Riki away so he can have fun by himself, until you saw a certain someone among the crowd. A certain someone who is definitely not is girlfriend—Kyujin.

From where you stood, you were able to see her shamelessly flirting with a random boy, standing extremely close to him to be brushed off as causal or friendly. If anything, the boy didn't mind her advances, with how he even pulled her closer to whisper something into her ear.

Your mind replayed the rumors you've heard before—how their relationship isn't all lovey-dovey, how they kept breaking up and getting back together and honestly, you didn't care much about them.

But that was before your task of writing an exclusive article for him. Now? Now that you've interacted with him a few times, excluding the ones when you wanted to leap across the table to strangle him to death, you're starting to see a different side of him. A different side that everyone wasn't able to see.

Everyone other than you, that is.

Your limbs moved before your mind processed it, acting on impulsiveness rather than logic.

"Let's play."

Riki owlishly blinked his eyes, uncertain if he was hearing you correctly. "..Are you sure?"

You huffed. "Of course I'm sure. What? You scared or something?"

You can tell your words ignited something, judging from how his eyes darkened, the need to compete against you taking over his senses.

"If anyone's scared, it's you," he taunted, "just follow me and stick close to me. Wouldn't want you to get lost in the crowd, princess."

You hated how the sudden usage of the pet-name made your heart fluttered, like you're his actual girlfriend. If you noticed how Riki possessively rested a hand on your back to guide you through the crowd and how he's closer than he should be, then that's no one else business but yours.

Riki brought you to the second floor of the building and compared to the first floor, it's more breathable and less suffocating. The vibe is different from before—slightly calmer but you were still able to hear the loud music from downstairs.

There was already a large group of students crowded around a long table that's strangely placed in the middle of the room. There wasn't much furniture—just a few occupied couches and sofas that were already occupied.

On cue, everyone in the room snapped their heads up at the sound of your combined footsteps. You faintly recognized a face among the sea of faces—the boy who approached Riki earlier and you assumed he's the host of the game, judging from where he's standing. The boy's face lit up like a lightbulb at the sight of him.

"You made it! Good to have you here. We're just about to start," he said, gesturing for both you and Riki to join the crowd.

"Beer pong. Classic rules with two teams, cups on both ends. All you need to do is to throw the ball into the opposing side's cups. If it lands, the other team drinks. Easy right?" The boy explained, dramatically gesturing to the long table, like he's presenting something life-changing and never seen before.

A loud chorus of cheers erupted around you. You, on the other hand, stared at the setup before you. Red cups arranged in triangles, holding liquor you truly don't want to know. Ping pong balls were in a small transparent plastic cup with alcohol bottles lining the sides like decoration.

This is a far cry from your usual Friday night—how you'd be spending the night in the comfort of your bed, watching your favorite shows and yet, here you are—at a party, all thanks to Nishimura Riki.

Speak of the devil, Riki loudly cleared his throat, gaining everyone's attention. "Alright, I guess I'm starting first. Since I'm the star player and all, right Sunoo?"

Sunoo—that's the boy's name, rolled his eyes and tossed a ping pong ball towards him, who caught it without blinking. "Whatever, you show-off."

"Not my fault I'm a pro."

"Less talking, more throwing."

Their brief banter earned a round of laughter from the bystanders while you silently lingered near the edge of the crowd, wanting to blend into the background and remain unseen. However, your not so subtle plain didn't go unnoticed by Riki. He moved towards you, all quiet and stealthy as he grabbed your wrist, tugging you forward until you're standing beside him.

"Nuh uh, don't even think about hiding," he said.

You frowned. "I wasn't trying to hide."

Riki snorted at the obvious, pathetic lie. "Right, how about we make this interesting? We'll be on different teams—you on one team and me on the other."

"No."

"You don't even know what I'm gonna say."

"Doesn't matter. My answer's still no."

Riki ignored your words, letting them bounced off of him as he braced his hands on the edge of the table, the ping pong ball rolling to the side, long forgotten. You didn't like how he has his eyes on you the entire time, despite how there's a crowd surrounding the two of you.

Like you're the only person he sees.

"If my team wins, you need to do something for me."

You narrowed your eyes. "I don't like where this is going."

"But if your team wins, you can ask me to do something for you."

The room shook with the crowd's reactions, no doubt hooked after hearing him.

"That's crazy."

"Ain't no way she's turning this down."

"Seriously? To win against him? Yeah, she's cooked."

You stared at him in disbelief while Riki, on the other hand, was waiting patiently, even though both of you long knew what your answer will be.

"..What if I don't want to?"

He shot you a cocky smirk, the sight easily pushing your buttons and sending you over the edge. "Why? Scared I'll win?"

Your self-pride and worth immediately took the hit. "You're on."

The smirk on his face turned victorious and knowing but you ignored him, moving to snatch up another ping pong ball from the cup. The crowd started cheering. Some cheered for you while some cheered for Riki. The air in the room was now filled with nothing but excitment, the audience waiting impatiently for the game to begin.

What you didn't know however, was how he had planned this. Right from the beginning. And how you've cluelessly walked into the trap he meticulously created.

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To absolutely no one's surprise, Riki's team won.

You knew you're already tipsy, with you drinking a total of five cups of alcohol. Sure, you're still standing on your two feet but your head was borderline spinning and you were feeling light-headed. Some of your teammates were lightweights, already beyond drunk as they giggled to themselves, body dangerously swaying side to side.

"Woah there, writer."

You faintly heard Riki's voice as he steadied you with one hand on your arm while the other on your waist. If you were sober, your first reaction would be to push him away but you're not sober. You're tipsy, not acting like your usual self. You let out a light-hearted, airy giggle with you leaning against him, head lolled to the side, eyes dazed and unfocused.

You're painfully unaware of the thoughts running through his mind—thoughts that consists of him wanting to ruin you, wanting to break you and so on. Riki sighed, swiftly lifting you into his arms, carrying you bridal-style. His sudden action drew a surprised squeak from you. You clung onto him for dear life, even though Riki wouldn't dare to do that.

Not to you, anyways.

Riki climbed up a flight of stairs, bringing him to the third floor—the quietest floor compared to the other two in the building. There's a total of eight rooms and he knew all of them were vacant. He entered the nearest one, struggling a little to open the door with you in his arms, giggling under your breath to yourself.

The layout of the room was simple—a window that showcased the entire lawn filled with students scattered across it, a neatly-made bed, a small round table with a chair placed against it and a cupboard for someone to store their clothes. It feels more like a simple guest room but considering the current context, it can also be a room for certain things to happen.

Certain things that came in the form of a one nightstand, which is equivalent to a bad decision.

Riki placed you down on the bed, ready to leave so he can grabbed a bottle of water for you to sober up but he was stopped the moment his body was angled towards the door. He looked over his shoulder, only for his breath to stutter in his throat with the look you're giving him. All wide, innocent and doe-like—a huge contrast to the indecent, dark thoughts lingering in the back of his mind.

It didn't help with how your eyes were glossy—one of the many side-effects of the alcohol running through your veins. How your oh so kissable, irresistible lips were parted, seemingly glowing under the moonlight that's entering the room via the window.

Riki's eyes unconsciously trailed down, scanning your features, gaze lingering longer than usual on your cleavage. He wasn't sure when the top you're wearing was tugged slightly down, revealing the curves of your breasts.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You asked, words already slurring as you raised your finger, pointing at him.

"…Like what?"

You giggled, drunkenly tilting your head to the side. "Like you want to kiss me."

His eyes darkened a shade at your words, at how you were speaking the truth. Or in this case, the partial truth. Riki turned on the spot, his body now fully facing you. He reached out to cup your face, thumbs caressing your cheekbones. The action itself was sweet and loving—a huge contrast to the indecent thoughts in his mind.

"You'd want that, don't you? Want me to kiss your pretty, filthy mouth," he crooned, tilting your head back slightly.

The next thing he knew, you took two of his fingers into your mouth. Riki watched, mesmerized by the erotic, lewd sight of you wrapping your pretty lips around his slender digits, sucking on them like it's a lollipop. You didn't break eye contact, gazing at him beneath your eyelashes, like you knew what you're doing, like you knew the effect you have on him.

Heat shot straight down to his cock. It twitched against the tight restraints of his boxers and pants. He sworn under his breath. Just out of pure curiosity and nothing else, he pushed his long fingers further down your throat. His action drew a muffled gagged noise from you. He watched, fascinated by how well you're taking him, how obedient you are, letting him do as he pleased with you. Like you're nothing but a doll for him to use.

"Fuck, look at you. All mouthy but you go quiet the moment you got something in your mouth," he rasped, already sounding wrecked just from watching you.

You whined, the sound muffled as you looked at him with wide, teary and dazed eyes. You hollowed your cheeks, almost looking like you're sucking his cock. An invisible light-bulb went off in his mind. He pulled his fingers out with a loud "pop", ignoring the disappointed sound of protest you made.

He observed how the thick, glowing strands of your saliva stretched between his fingers, like a spiderweb. He then used his fingers—the very same fingers covered in your saliva and traced it down your neck, creating a sticky feeling on your skin. It's sick and twisted, like he's marking a claim on you.

But gods, you actually liked it.

Riki chuckled at the breathless gasp you let out, head tilting back with your eyelids fluttering shut. His eyes averted to the side, noting the bag you brought along. The bag that has your camera in it. He leaned forward, easily picking it up with his long arm. The captain unzipped it, pulled the device out and easily turned it on, like he knew his way around a camera.

You, on the other hand, watched as he held the expensive device in his left hand.

"On your knees."

Normally, you would laughed at him, saying something snarky which can result into a full-blown argument. But you did none of that. You didn't talk back to him, didn't stand and walked out of the room.

Instead of doing any of that, you dropped to your knees.

"Good girl."

What the fuck.

It took all of you to not let the involuntary whimper leave your mouth, how you subtly rubbed your thighs together, craving for any sort of friction.

Riki's eyes gleamed in sanctification at your obedience, at how easily you submitted to him. What you didn't know was how he started recording the moment he got his hands on your camera. Capturing everything in the highest quality, capturing how you got off the bed, sinking to your knees as they gently hit the carpet beneath you.

You scooted closer, hands hovering in the air—waiting for his permission, only getting into action at a light nod of his head. First, you unhooked his belt, letting it fall to the floor with a loud series of clattering sound that none of you paid any mind to.

Second, you unbuttoned his jeans, letting it pooled around his ankles, leaving just his Chrome Hearts boxer on. The fabric does nothing but further outline his cock, poking against his boxer. Heck, there's even a visible wet stain on it.

You hooked your fingers into the hem, pulling it down to reveal more and more of his sun-kissed, muscular thighs before it joined the same fate as his pants. It sprung out, nearly slapping you in the face the moment it's freed. The tip was in an almost pitiful shade of red with a bead of precum that glistened under the moonlight shining in from the window on your left.

It's big and thick. Probably able to reach your womb.

Of course he has a big dick with that stupidly high ego of his. Of fucking course.

You glanced up, noting Riki's attentive, dark and lust-filled eyes that never left your face the entire time, like he's waiting for you to do something. And you did. You opened your mouth, tongue flattening against the bottom.

You moved your head closer and closer and teasingly gave a kittenlick to his cock, drawing a sharp and loud inhale from Riki. You collected the leaking bead of precum with the tip of your tongue, making a show of spreading it across your lips.

"Fucking hell, you're so—" Riki cursed, words borderline shaking with his free hand reaching out to tangle his fingers in your hair, to anchor himself or he sworn he would've cum right there and then.

Will you let him cum on your face?

He shoved the thought aside, making a mental note to use it in the future. He'd be a fool to do this as a one-time thing, not when he had been waiting for this for a long, long time.

Spurred by his reaction, you shot forward and took his cock in your mouth in one, effortless and smooth movement. You choked, your mouth obscenely stretched wide to accommodate to the grith of his cock. You sworn you can feel him hitting the back of your throat. You couldn't breathed nor were you aware tears were trickling down your cheeks until Riki cooed, stretching out his hand to wipe them away.

The action itself was sweet and soft despite how he's enjoying the way you're struggling to take him in your mouth. His hand returned to its previous position—fingers grabbing a fistful of your hair. He glanced at the camera, ensuring it's still rolling before he experimentally canted his hips into your mouth.

No warnings was given.

Your eyes widened and you forced your throat to relax, ensuring your teeth was covered by your gums, not wanting to bite his cock off. You repositioned your hands—one curled into a fist on your lap while the other rested on his right thigh to steady yourself. Riki's low, deep groans and him thrusting his cock into your mouth along with your muffled moans filled the room.

It's a miracle he's still holding onto the camera. From his point of view, the angle he held it at gets a perfectly clear and unobstructed view of his cock sliding in and out of your mouth, treating you like a fleshlight, a hole to be used and filled. He smirked at how your muscles and body have relaxed, letting him manhandled you as he pleased.

"Shit, so good for me, aren't you? How'd the school thinks if they see you like this, huh? All mouthy but letting me fuck your mouth. Nothing but a cockslut. My cockslut."

You whined, the vibration coursing down the length, sending a body-length shiver up his body from head to toe. Riki moaned—the sound low, deep and slightly rough.

He tossed his head back, revealing his Adam's Apple that bobs up and down with every inhale and exhale leaving his lips. He shivered when you traced your tongue along the protruding veins on the underside, creating a tingling sensation.

"F-Fuck, gonna cum. You'd swallow all of it, right?" He moaned.

You didn't answer him. More like, you couldn't. Not when your mouth was stuffed full of his cock. You can only respond via a choked moan, which seems to be what pushed him over the edge.

With one final thrust, Riki pushed himself deep into your throat, not caring about your gag reflex or how his abrupt action caused more tears to roll down your cheeks, causing your make-up to be smudged with his rough treatment.

You felt him spilling down your throat—thick and warm, painting them in the shade of his cum. His knees buckled but didn't give way. He loosened his grip in your now messed-up hair, flinching when you swirled your tongue around his tip, planting a soft and light kiss on it before fully pulling back with a soft "pop" sound.

Riki stopped the recording, tilting your chin up with his fingers clasped around your face. He tapped twice on your right cheek and you obeyed, opening your mouth for him to see you had swallowed all of his cum.

He chuckled, pleased. "Good girl."

He pulled you to your feet, steadying you with one arm wrapped around your waist when you staggered, your legs numb after remaining in the same position for a while. Riki reached around you to place the camera down on the bed behind you. For a moment, you thought he will kiss you or return the favor.

But to your surprise and confusion, he made you sat on the edge of the bed. You watched, eyes never leaving his figure as he pulled his boxers and pants up, tucking himself back in with the belt now wrapped around his waist.

Riki ran a hand through his hair, reaching into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. He turned, ready to leave when you called out to him, your mouth moving before you could think.

"Wait, what about me?" You asked.

The captain paused, looking at you over his shoulder with an unlit cigarette stick held between his lips. "What about you?"

You blinked. "I mean—"

"Oh. Maybe another time, writer. Hopefully you still remember you got an article to write," he replied in a knowing tone.

Before you could say anything, Riki had walked out of the room, like nothing happened. Like he didn't leave you throbbing, hopelessly empty and aching for him.

Whatever happened next was a blur. You ended up heading down to the first floor, downing shots after shots like there's no tomorrow even though your throat was burning from the intense alcohol in the red plastic cups. Drunk students around you cheered and hollered at the top of their lungs, thrilled to see someone going all out.

Someone kept shoving a cup into your hands, one after another and it's only right for you to gulp them. You knew you'll be facing the consequences of your actions tomorrow but for tonight, you want to forget.

To forget about the damned article the board wants you to work on. To forget about Nishimura Riki. To forget about the effect he has on you and how he already have you wrapped around his finger.

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The very next day, you woke up with a massive hangover. It's the kind of hangover that made you regret every life decisions you made. You managed to slowly push yourself up from your bed, recognizing that you were back in your bed.

Your eyes flicked over to the bedside table and you saw your camera resting on it. The very same camera used to take pictures for your journalist club. You picked it up, noting how the device was on and checked the latest picture taken.

Only for you to realize it wasn't an picture. But rather, it was a video.

You nearly dropped the camera when you saw your own fucked out facial expression—you going cross-eyed, faint black ink and tears running down your face. The lewd sound from the video bounced off the four walls of the room.

Thankfully, Yunah was taking a shower, saving you from being bombarded by her questions, endless teasing and a well-deserved scolding from her.

To say you were embarrassed was an understatement.

Never in your life would you find yourself in your current dilemma—having a sex tape featuring yourself. Although, can it be considered a sex tape if all you did was giving him a blow job? To make matters worse, you barely recalled the series of events. All you remembered was Riki leaving the room, leaving the smell of a lit cigarette behind in his wake and the rest was blank.

Knock knock.

You jumped, startled by the sudden knocking sound and cleared your throat. "Y-Yeah?"

"Can I come in?"

"Sure," you replied, quickly placing the camera on the bedside table as the door was pushed opened, revealing Yunah busy drying off her damp hair with a towel while walking around the room.

"You gave me a heart attack last night, appearing at our doorstep while giggling and talking to yourself," she said, plopping down on the chair placed by your vanity table.

Yunah then used your hairdryer to her hair while your eyes followed her movement from where you sat. You didn't speak until she turned off the hairdryer, surprisingly keeping your voice steady and even despite how your heart was pounding against your ribcage.

How you were nothing but a walking or sitting bundle of nerves, feeling the reality of what happened last night gradually sinking in, leaving a heavy, uncomfortable weight on your shoulders.

"What happened? I can't remember anything," you questioned.

The girl snorted, eyes never leaving her reflection as she started putting makeup on her face. "Not surprised. You were really drunk. It took me a solid fifteen minutes bringing you from the door to your bed."

You stiffened, hands fisting the blanket covering your body. "…Did I say anything?"

At your question, Yunah glanced at you. "You did, but I couldn't catch them. You were mumbling and giggling to yourself."

Your shoulder dropped in relief. At least you didn't say a certain someone's name or you wouldn't be able to live that down.

"I'm sorry for the trouble. I'll treat you to dinner tonight if you want," you offered sheepishly, removing the blankets as you got out of bed.

Yunah chuckled. "I won't say no to free food, but I can't make it tonight. I have a project I need to rush and I'm meeting my groupmates later."

You tossed the blankets aside, heading to the bathroom to take your shower when you stopped once you heard what your friend said. You whistled, leaning against the doorframe with a teasing grin on your face, locking eyes with her via the mirror.

"Damn, someone's hardworking," you teased.

She rolled her eyes and flipped you off. "Shut up, you know I'm only doing this because the project is sixty percent of my grade. If I don't do well, I'm doomed."

You laughed, slinging your tower over your shoulder. "Good luck with that. Try not to die and think of your free dinner treat that will be waiting for you."

"Fuck off."

"Love you too."

Thirty minutes later, you stepped out of the bathroom to see Yunah had already left. Since it's the weekend and you have nothing planned, you decided to spend your time by working on your assignment. You made a simple, fulfilling brunch for yourself as you sat by the small dining table, placing your laptop and study materials on it.

You managed to get some decent progress done within the next two hours and you decide to head out to a convenience store to buy some snacks. Groaning, you stretched your arms above your head as you slid off your chair, whacking your back. You didn't bother changing, choosing to head out while wearing an oversized shirt with a pair of shorts underneath.

Comfort over style.

You swiped your phone, wallet and keys off before heading out after wearing your slippers. The nearest convenience store was located just outside of campus, one street down the road and within walking distance too. Besides, you could do with some fresh air as well. It took you ten to twelve minutes for you to arrive.

Only for you to stop in your tracks when you saw a familiar figure outside.

He wasn't alone. From the looks of it, he's hanging out with a group of boys and together, all of them looked more like a bunch of rowdy delinquents who have nothing better to do with their time. Riki didn't notice you, his back turned to you with him laughing at something someone said. Your eyes flicked down, scoffing under your breath at him holding a lit cigarette between his right index and middle fingers.

You decide to ignore him, praying he wouldn't noticed you as you walked past him, head pointedly lowered. You heaved a sigh of relief when you entered the convenience store, the auto doors closing behind you, saving you from him.

You made a beeline to a particular section, grabbing two packets of potato chips, a cold drink and two cups of instant noodles, because why not?

You then headed to the register to make your payment, ready to tap your card when someone paid for you. You looked up, ready to tell them off, but the voice died down in your throat when you realized Riki was standing on your right.

"What are you doing? I can pay for myself," you hissed, accepting the plastic bag from the staff and turned to leave with the captain walking beside you.

"I know you can but I wanted to. You ignoring me hurts my heart. I thought we're friends," he replied, resting a hand on his chest.

You shot him a warning look. "We're not friends. We're just group partners for the article. That's all."

Riki raised an eyebrow, stepping closer before you could blinked.

He's close. Too close. Close enough that your shoulders are brushing against one another. Close enough that you're able to feel the heat emitted from his body, through the multi-layers of clothes. Close enough for him to brush his fingers along your knuckles. The sudden, light sensation made you flinched and the way he chuckled knowingly didn't went unheard.

"Really? Don't tell me you've forgotten what happened at the party," he murmured, ducking his head to whisper into your ear, his hot breath grazing against your skin.

You stopped, turning on the spot to face him. If looks could kill, he would've dropped dead on the spot with how intense your glare was.

"Shut up. I was drunk," you hissed under your breath.

Riki laughed, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie. He casually rocked back and forth on his heels, unfazed with your reaction. "Right, you could've pushed me away but you didn't. Admit it, you want me."

"Yeah, I want you to fuck off and leave me alone," you fired back without hesitation.

The boy cocked his head to the side, gaze assessing and firm, like he's trying to read between the lines, trying to decipher your mind and you hated it. Hate how he looks at you like you're the most interesting thing in the world. Whatever he was looking for, he seemed to have found it, with how he huffed, amused and straightened himself.

"Since both of us are free, how about we really get started on the article? I can come over, let you interview me," he proposed.

You crossed your arms. "How can I trust you? You're not the kind of man who can keep his hands to himself."

Riki looks offended. "Hey, I'm not like those guys. Trust me. I swear on my future career too."

"That doesn't mean shit."

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Approximately twenty minutes later, you found yourself unlocking the front door of the dorm with Riki standing beside you. He's the first to enter, literally shoving you aside, entering the place like he lives here. Your left eyebrow twitched in barely suppressed anger at how he lazily kicked his shoes off, leaving them aside while he sauntered into the small living and dining room.

"Damn, you live like this?" He asked, stopping in the middle after taking everything in.

"What's that supposed to mean? I don't have a rich older brother like you," you retorted, kicking off your slippers as you placed them by the side neatly, unlike a certain someone.

Riki didn't comment on that, gravitating towards the first closed door he sees. He stood outside, turning to look at you and pointed his thumb at it.

"Is this your room?"

You placed the white plastic bag on the dining table, pushing your laptop and study materials aside to make space for it. "Yeah and no, we're not going to my room. We'll be out here."

Riki clicked his tongue. "You're no fun."

Despite his words, he moved away from the closed door, plopping down on the chair opposite of yours, leaning back into it as he manspreads his annoying long legs of his. Legs that you held onto when he fucked his cock into your mouth. You were quick to shove the thought out of your mind, not wanting to think about it.

Sitting down, you pulled your laptop closer to you, definitely not because you want to use it to shield yourself from his gaze. Nope. You opened one of your many, many notes that has the questions written down. You pulled your phone out from the pocket of your shorts, opened the Recording app to record the interview.

You cleared your throat, making the mistake of glancing at him, only to falter when Riki has been watching you the entire time. Right from the start when you sat down, your shorts tugging upward slightly to reveal a little more of your skin. You didn't saw how his eyes flicked down, how he bit his bottom lip and how he subtly shifted in his seat, pulling on his pants as it's getting too tight.

"Alright, first question: what made you joined the football team in Decelis Academy?" You asked, glancing at your phone's screen to ensure the recording is playing.

Riki hummed, throwing his right arm onto the back of the vacant chair beside him. You shot him a glare when he lightly kicked his feet against yours under the table.

"I find the sport interesting and my brother kept pestering to play with him when we were young," he replied, catching you off-guard as you assumed he will brushed it off but instead, he was answering it honestly. You sworn you saw a nostalgic look in his eyes with him staring at a random spot of the table. You remained silent, letting him continue.

He chuckled softly under his breath—something you didn't think he's capable of in the first place, eyes growing distant. From where you sat, it looked like he's traveling back to the past, watching from the sidelines as his younger self spent some quality, bonding time with his older brother.

"I wasn't good at it at first. My movements were awkward and stiff, like I didn't know how to use my limbs to chase and kick the ball. Heeseung hyung kept laughing at me but when I ended up crying and telling our parents that he's a meanie, he stopped and started teaching me, showing me the proper way of kicking a ball and how to defend yourself from your opponent."

He paused, running a hand through his hair, deep in thought.

"Turns out I have a talent in football and Heeseung hyung was the one who encouraged me to join the football team in Decelis. And here I am."

You nodded, fingers flying across your laptop's keyboard, jotting down his words in point form. You froze when you felt him trailing his right feet along your left ankle. At first, you thought it was on accident but that was your first mistake. Because for someone like Riki, nothing he does was on accident, like the true menace he is.

When it's clear he doesn't have anything else to add on, you nodded and moved on to the second question, trying your best to ignore how he's trailing your left leg with his own, like he has a motive behind it.

"Right, then moving on. Do you foresee yourself following your brother's footsteps?"

Silence.

You saw the signs—how he narrowed his eyes, how he clenched his jaw and how his tongue poked the inner-side of his right cheek. You slowly moved your hand, wanting to stop the recording when Riki's cold, low and deep voice halted you in your tracks.

"Is that how you see me?"

You blinked. "What?"

He barked out a cold, bitter and humorless laugh. "Don't try to act dumb, writer. You know damn well what you're doing. Asking me a question that's related to my brother."

Oh.

Oh. Perhaps you might have made a mistake. A mistake that stepped on one of his sore spots. Sore spot that comes in the form of being compared with Heeseung. You dropped your hands, resting them on your lap and maintained eye contact with him.

"Look, it's not my intention to compare you with him. I'm asking this because that's what the public thinks too—"

"What the public thinks?" He repeated, harshly cutting you off and you went silent, not wanting to piss him off further.

Riki stood up to walk round the table and stopped on your side. He leaned forward, bracing one hand on the edge of the table while the other was on the back of your chair. You leaned back, trying to create as much distance as you could but it's futile. With his tall figure cutting off any possible exits, you were helplessly trapped, cornered and at his mercy.

His eyes scanned you from head to toe, shamelessly taking in how your pathetic shorts barely covered anything, showing off your clear, unblemished skin. Skin that he craved to leave his marks on. He chuckled, the sound low and deep, sending shivers down your spine and goosebumps breaking out on your body.

Riki leaned in, fingers gripping your chin while he tilted your head back, forcing you to keep looking at him. He dug his blunt nails into your cheekbones, hard enough to leave crescent-shaped prints behind but not hard enough to draw blood. The stinging pain drew a pained hiss from you, slipping from your lips before you could stopped it.

The smirk stretched wider across his face, dark and twisted.

"I think it's time I teach you a lesson. To show what happens when girls like you keep crossing the lines," he snarled, venom seeping into his voice.

"Ri-!?"

Your voice died down in your throat when Riki dropped to his knees in front of you. His knees hit the floor with a painfully loud 'thud' that made you winced but he didn't care. Didn't care about how they will be bruised later on. He shot out his hands, roughly yanking you down by your hips until your lower half is in the air with your legs thrown over his shoulders, drawing a startled yelp from you.

He didn't give you time to regain your bearings, pulling your shorts and underwear down, baring your dripping and throbbing cunt. Riki chuckled, running his index finger along the innerway of your right thigh, savoring the way you flinched and gasping when he pinched the meat, dangerously close to where you want him the most. He clicked his tongue at how your pussy fluttered at the mean action.

"You act all tough but this part of you is more honest," he sneered.

Slap!

Your legs twitched at the sudden, stinging pain on your pussy. Heat crept up the back of your neck when you can feel slick rolling down your legs.

And Riki noticed it. Of course he did.

"You—oh fuck!"

You attempted to speak, to grasp at some sense of control you never had in the first place but your mind blanked out at the first hot, searing contact of his tongue. Just like anything and everything else in his life, Riki's an expert in pussy eating.

He groaned at the sweet taste of you on his tongue, the sound muffled and sending vibrations down your legs. Your toes curled, hanging in the air when he gave a light, sharp nip on the hood of your clit peaking out.

You cried out, the sound ripped from the depth of your throat at the weird feeling of Riki running his tongue along your puffy, soaked folds. You can feel the sharp tip of his nose bumping into your clit and you shifted a little, drawing a long, pleased moan from you when you grinded your pussy against his nose, using it to get yourself off.

But Riki wasn't pleased.

With a easy, almost effortless display of strength, he held you down by your hips with one hand, fingers digging into your skin through the thin fabric of your shirt. One look at his face made you swallowed and your pussy fluttered at how annoyingly attractive he looked now.

With his features covered except for his eyes. With his dirty ash blonde hair falling over his narrowed, puma-like eyes. With his face buried between your legs.

In conclusion, it's the hottest sight you've seen in your entire life.

"Don't move. You're taking what I give you. You move and I stop, got it?" He growled, voice low and guttural, leaving you to clench down on nothing.

You nodded but Riki wasn't taking that as an answer.

Slap!

"When I ask you a question, I want you to answer me. Got it?" He repeated, voice cold.

"G-Got it!"

You yelped, flinching on the spot but the boy's grip on you tightened. You're certain there will be marks left behind tomorrow. Marks that only you and him will know. The thought of walking around with his marks on your body shouldn't be this arousing, especially when he has a girlfriend but you didn't care anymore.

Forget about morality, not when you're getting the best pussy-eating of your life. You whimpered, one hand weakly grasping onto the armrest of the chair while the other reached down to grab a fistful of his hair, tugging his head closer, moaning at the delirious feeling of his nose rubbing against your clit.

The sensations heightened when he pushed his tongue and two fingers in at the same time. The dual penetration left you panting and moaning, eyes rolling to the back of your head with your hips eagerly and sloppily rocking against his skillful mouth, allowing him to make you come undone.

Riki curled his long, slender fingers, brushing them against your velvety walls, drawing more angelic and sinful sounds from you.

"Hngh, g-gonna cum—fuck, please," you sobbed, feeling the familiar tightening sensation in your stomach and your legs quivering.

Riki hummed in approval and with a skillful twist of his fingers and him delivering a harsh suck on your clit, you cum while chanting his name like it's a sacred prayer, soaking his face with your slick. He didn't waste a single drop, greedily drinking it like it's holy water.

You squirmed about on the chair, weakly tugging at his hair—trying to push him off but he's relentless, tongue swiping and flicking away at your now red, swollen and sensitive pussy, like it's the best meal he ever had.

It's only when you mewled his name that he finally gave you mercy. He detached himself, withdrawing to reveal the mess you made—his thick, plump lips looking more fuller than they were, chin and nose glistening under a layer of your slick. Riki wiped them away with the back of his hand, bringing it near his mouth and licked them up, without breaking eye contact.

"Taste so fucking good for me," he rasped, making your ears and cheeks turned red at his lewd words.

You laid on the chair, all boneless and panting to catch your breath while Riki, on the other hand, looked infuriatingly composed despite how he's responsible for your current state. He stood up, not bothering to help you with anything and was about to leave when something caught his eyes.

"Oh, you forgot this," he said, picking up your phone with his clean hand and turned the screen to you, making your heart dropped.

He chuckled at your wide eyes and the horror written all over your face. "Don't worry, I don't mind," he paused to over over you, tilting your chin up with your phone, "but if you try to delete the recording in your camera, I'll expose it to the entire school. Let them know how much of a whore you are."

Your breath stuttered in your throat. "You… Are you threatening me?"

Riki nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders. "Does it matter? Just do what you're told and everything will be fine."

"What do you want from me?" You asked, ignoring how your voice wavered at the end. You hated feeling like this—being at his mercy with your life now in his hands.

He smirked knowingly. "Simple. I want you to answer me whenever I call or text. I want you to show up, no matter what time it is. If you don't… I'm sure you know what will happen."

Your eyes widened before they narrowed, flames of anger igniting in you. "You motherfucker."

"Careful, writer. I won't bare my teeth if I were you. If you want to continue being a student and keeping your reputation clean, I'll do what I'm told."

Your shoulders trembled with poorly-concealed rage but Riki was unfazed. He shot you one final smirk, placed your phone on the table and stepped out of your dorm, leaving you alone, your shorts and underwear still laying on the floor. It's only when you truly realized what you've gotten yourself into was when you let frustrated, salty and warm tears trickled down your cheeks with the walls acting as your one and only witness.

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Ever since then, your phone kept blowing up with messages from Riki. You didn't tell anyone about it. How could you, when everything you've worked hard for was practically on the line? No words could describe the amount of embarrassment you will go through if he leaked the video to the entire cohort. You wouldn't even know how to face yourself if that happened.

He texted you anytime throughout the day, not caring what you were doing or if you're in class. He'll text you a location, demanding for you to meet him within thirty minutes. Whenever these happens, you'll always leave with your hair messed up, lips swollen and on trembling legs. No one knew about this, not even Yunah, for you did an incredible job in keeping it on the low.

The locations varied—from in a empty classroom to behind the football court and so on. Riki doesn't treat you like a proper human being. No, he treats you like a doll, manhandling you about as he used you to chase after his own pleasure without caring about yours. If he's nice enough, the most he'll go to is to eat you out, leaving you crying and begging for more.

But no matter how many times you begged, he refused to fuck you.

A small, part of you felt grateful. Grateful that he didn't take your virginity yet. But there's another part of you that felt insecure, wondering if it's your fault for not being good enough for him, not appealing or attractive enough for him. You hated how you've became like this—a walking mess of insecurities all lumped together.

And it's all because of him.

You glanced at the address reflected on the screen, the address Riki sent you thirty minutes ago to double-check if you're truly at the right location. You looked around, taking in your surroundings as you have never been to this part of the neighborhood.

You were used to the middle-class life and not this. This referring to apartments and private houses lining up on both sides with the road in between. You're certain for a fact that each of these houses probably costs an organ.

You jumped on the spot when the closed front door one hundred meters away from you opened without warning. Your shoulders tensed, mentally preparing yourself to see Riki but to your surprise, it wasn't him.

It was someone else.

The two of you stared at one another, feet rooted to the ground. The other owlishly blinked his eyes, swallowing whatever he was chewing in his mouth before speaking, raising his voice slightly so you will be able to hear him.

"Oh, you're the girl from before. What are you doing here?" He—Heeseung, asked, pushing the door opened as he stepped out in slippers to dump a tied-up plastic bag into the trash bin.

Oh, I'm here because your younger brother and I are in an unlabeled relationship and we're gonna fuck around and have fun. Not to mention, he's cheating on his girlfriend too!

You swallowed down the words, not foolish enough to blurt it out. "I'm here for the article. Figured it'd be faster if I work on it while asking him questions at the same time."

Technically, you weren't fully lying nor were you fully telling the truth. It's in the middle but Heeseung doesn't need to know that. You didn't want to think about how he will react if he finds out the horrifying truth, the truth about the real, dark and twisted side of his younger brother. The younger brother who he truly cherished and loved with his entire heart.

Thankfully, he bought it easily but that didn't make you feel better, something akin to guilt flowed through your veins. How you wished you could tell someone the truth, wanting to confide in them, wanting to seek for someone's opinion on the dilemma you have gotten yourself into.

But yet, the lingering, haunting thought of Riki finding out what you have done—going behind his back, terrifies you. Enough for you to keep it a secret as you buried it in your chest, letting it suffocate you as every day passes.

"Oh, the article," he drawled, slowly nodding his head with his eyes not leaving your face, making you shuffled your feet on the spot, hands gripping onto the strap of your bag.

"..Is something the matter?" You inquired.

Heeseung shook his head, sending you a small, sheepish smile that made your heart skipped a beat at how cute he looks. How he's just Lee Heeseung—a regular, handsome boy instead of the Lee Heeseung, a pro football player.

"Nothing. Mind telling me your name? I didn't ask back when we first met," he replied, tucking his hands into the pocket of his shorts, rocking on his heels back and forth on the spot.

You introduced yourself and he copied you, saying it in a slow manner, like he's testing how your name feels rolling off his tongue. And somehow, you very much loved how your name sounds when he's the one who said it, as compared to his younger brother. Speaking of the devil, Riki made his appearance by loudly and pointedly clearing his throat.

Your head snapped to your left, making eye contact with him. The boy was leaning against the doorframe, posture all casual and relaxed but the way his eyes darkened in jealousy and how his jaw muscles twitched said otherwise. You dryly and nervously swallowed, ducking your head as you walked towards him.

Riki stepped aside, letting you enter the house without closing the door, giving Heeseung a perfect, clear and unobstructed view of his younger brother possessively resting one hand on your back, with him bending slightly to whisper into your ear.

What Heeseung doesn't know was how you stiffened after registering his words, letting it sink into your mind. You can practically imagine him sinking his claws into you, a tail wrapping itself around you, holding you hostage. Heeseung doesn't know how you dryly swallowed, how your muscles were coiled and most importantly, way you're left at his mercy.

You weren't given a chance to admire the layout of the brothers' house, following Riki who led the way to his room located on the second floor. Of course their house have multiple floors.

Riki let you entered his room first with him closing and locking the door behind him, the sound seemingly sealing your fate shut. Riki leaned against the door, arms crossed with his dark eyes never leaving your face, not even for a second.

"Strip," he commanded, voice firm and authoritative.

Even though you've done this before, your first instinct was to tense, clutching onto your bag, like it could defend you from him. He narrowed his eyes at your lack of response, action and the act of defiance. He pushed himself off the wall, closing the remaining distance in no more than six large strides, until he's directly in front of you, nearly chest-to-chest.

You cried out in pain when he grabbed your hair and yanked your head back, baring your neck that was covered in a thick, generous layer of concealer used to cover the countless hickeys and bite-marks he left behind. Frustrated tears brimmed the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision slightly but you were able to see the smug grin on Riki's face.

"Are you deaf or just stupid? I asked you to strip and you can't even follow a simple instruction," he taunted, roughly pulling on your hair, drawing a pained whimper from you.

"I-I'm sorry," you managed to croak out, peering at him through teary eyes and beneath your eyelashes.

"Are you?" He didn't wait for your response, releasing your hair and forced you down on your knees, not caring about your bag landing on the floor with a loud, unceremonious thud, "if you really are sorry, then prove it."

You know what he wants. After all, it can only go a few ways. Which was why you unzipped your bag with trembling fingers, fishing out the camera and handed it to him.

Riki accepted it with a cocky smirk, switching it on and checked the gallery, nodding in approval when you didn't delete any of the videos he recorded. Videos that won't be sent to the entire academy, unless you pissed him off, that is.

"Good girl, so obedient for me, aren't you?" He purred, tilting your chin up with his left hand, thumb pressing down on your bottom lip.

To any other random girl, they will feel on cloud nine to be in your feet. But to you, you felt nothing but pure suffocation, like your wrists were tightly bounded by a rope, like your wings were sliced off from your back and you were tossed into a cage.

Like a bird without freedom. And you can only take so much before you eventually break, desperately wishing for someone, anyone to save you. To rescue you from this hellhole before it gets even worse.

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"..llo? Earth to Heeseung?"

"Huh?"

When he blinked, he found himself staring at his blinding monitor screen with the death screen staring back at him, mocking and taunting him. He sighed, leaning back in his seat and swayed his chair side to side while his teammates—who are also his friends—wasted no time in taking the opportunity to laugh at him.

"Didn't know hyung's able to get distracted during a match."

"Yeah, what happened? Are you getting head or something?"

"As if. That guy's nothing but a pussy when it comes to girls."

"You know I can hear all of you, right?" He deadpanned, earning a loud series of laughter from his friends.

When the timer was up and his character was back at the spawning point, Heeseung straightened himself and wasted no time in leading the next wave of counterattack. It took the enemy team by surprise as they weren't expecting that. Thanks to him, his team emerged as the winner and all of them were able to rank up.

"Oh man, have I ever told you how much I love you? Like I can ki—"

"Okay, that's enough from you, Beomgyu. I gotta go, see you guys later," he cut his friend off, ignoring the booing sounds and left the Discord call.

Heeseung stood up to stretch his arms above his head, groaning at how stiff his limbs were. He stepped out of his bedroom, ready to head down the stairs when his ears registered a suspicious, muffled sound that's painfully similar to a moan. He stopped in the middle of the hallway, straining his ears to ensure he wasn't hearing things—

And he heard it again.

"Right, working on an article, my ass," he muttered under his breath, returning to his room to slip on his noise-cancelling headphones and swiped his phone off his desk. He didn't want to hear what his younger brother is doing behind his back, since he's already an adult and should know what's right and what's wrong.

Heeseung headed to the kitchen to make himself dinner—a pot of instant ramen with eggs and some sliced vegetables, since he's feeling fancy.

As he was preparing, his mind kept drifting back to you. His first encounter with you, how you bravely stood your ground against the three Solaris boys, how you showed no ounce of fear and how you were different from the rest of the girls he met before.

Obviously he is popular with the girls. They never failed to throw themselves onto him, either wanting to sleep with him or want to date him for his money or fame.

To him, Heeseung felt like he wasn't truly seen as an actual person but rather, he's viewed more of an asset. And that alone was enough to act as a turn-off, efficiently cutting off his interest in relationships and dating.

That was, until he met you, that is.

Heeseung may be awkward when it comes to human interactions but he has many strengths, just like any other human being. One of those strengths was the ability to read people's thoughts through their body language.

This skill had been a lifesaver most of the time, allowing him to read the atmosphere of the room, to know whether someone was feeling uncomfortable and so on.

He replayed the scene in his mind—how Riki was acting weird when he saw you with him, even though it's clear Heeseung wasn't that kind of guy. How Riki seemed furious and jealous. How close he got when you approached him. How he rested his hand on your back, like he's showing you off to him, telling him that you're off-limits.

Strange, doesn't Riki have a girlfriend? I don't think she's his girlfriend. Unless he broke up with Kyujin.

Heeseung was deep in his thoughts that he wasn't aware someone else had entered the kitchen, terribly catching him off-guard when his headphones was ripped away from his head. He snapped his head up to see it's none other than his younger brother, holding his headphones in his right hand with a child-like, mischievous smile on his face.

"Hyung, your noodles are gonna be overcooked," he said, jutting his head at the pot.

Heeseung was quick to remove the lid, dumping his vegetables and egg into the pot before covering it with the lid again. He scowled, snatching his headphones back from his brother's grip and hang it around his neck. Riki chuckled, turning to open the refrigerator and grabbed a cold can of Monster, opening it with the sound piercing through the kitchen.

"Who's the girl? Is she your girlfriend?"

Heeseung casually asked, turning his attention back to the pot as he removed the lid, proceeding to turn off the stove when the noodles, vegetables and egg are cooked to his liking. He spotted how Riki stilled for a split second, mid-way raising the can to his lips before he regained his composure.

The older brother filed that reaction aside, making a mental note to come back to it.

"No, she's just a friend," he answered, voice even and steady but the way his eyes were averted to the side said otherwise.

Still, Heeseung decides to go along with the flow. "Oh, that's nice. What's her name?"

At this, Riki fully turned to face him, eyeing him warily. "Why? Don't tell me you're interested in her."

He shrugged his shoulders, using a glove to grab the handle of the pot, walking out of the kitchen to place it on the dining table. "Maybe. She's kinda cute. Is she single?"

Riki's reaction was all he needed to confirm something's weird is happening between you and his younger brother.

He observed him the entire time as he returned to the kitchen to drop the glove and grabbed a pair of chopsticks—how the taller boy turned as still as a statue, not even breathing, how he tightened his grip on the can of energy drink until his knuckles turned white, creating uneven dents, how his nose flared up and how he's visibly fighting against the urge to not lose his temper right there and then.

"…Yeah, she is," he answered, voice low and rough and without waiting for Heeseung's response, he chucked the can into the dustbin with amazing accuracy and stomped out of the kitchen, returning to his room.

Baam!

The sound of him slamming his door shut echoed throughout the quiet home. Hering it made the pro football player smirked to himself.

"Bullseye. Alright Riki, let's see what's so special about her that you're lying to me," he muttered under his breath as he picked up his chopsticks.

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These 'meetings' kept going on for the next three weeks. Every time you leave, you're more and more emotionally unstable and unable to think straight either. It's clear you weren't doing a good job hiding it, with how students were starting to see and sense a change in you. Heck, even Yunah had voiced out her concern to you, demanding to know what's running through your mind.

Every time she questioned you, you were tempted to spill the beans and to tell her everything—how Riki had manipulated you to go along with his unreasonable demands. How he had you in the palm of his hands.

But you couldn't.

Every time you tried to open your mouth, you felt an invisible leash tightening around your neck, forcing you to stop talking before you ruined your life and career. Right now, you're walking back to your dorm after another, supposedly meeting with Riki.

You made no effort to hide the evidence he left behind on your body, for it was already late at night and nearly everyone was comfortably tucked into their beds, getting ready to wind down from another hectic day.

That was your first mistake. Or maybe, you're one step to being saved from this cruel, heartless pattern you found yourself in.

"…(Name)?"

Your pace slowed down, thinking you're mishearing things or your ears was playing tricks on you and you continued walking, wanting to return to the comfort of your dorm as soon as comfortable—

"Wait, (Name)!"

Oh for fuck's sake.

Yup, you definitely weren't hallucinating. You stopped, looking over your shoulder to see Heeseung catching up to you, his breathing heavier than usual. His eyes scanned your figure from head to toe, only for them to widen when he spotted the hickeys and bite-marks decorating your neck. You quickly slapped a hand over it but it was too late.

"You… What happened to you?" He asked after regaining his breathing.

"Nothing, don't worry about it. Just go home, Heeseung," you replied without missing a beat, looking away.

But the man in front of you clicked his tongue, taking a step closer. "No, I'm not going home after seeing you like this. It has something to do with Riki, doesn't it?"

You flinched at the mere mention of his name—an action out of pure instinct rather than anything else. Heeseung caught it, narrowing his eyes at your reaction. He clenched and unclenched his fists, tightening his jaw while suppressing the anger threatening to get the better of him.

You watched as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration and anger. Anger at how his own flesh and blood dared to do this. Frustration at himself for not seeing the signs earlier on.

"How long has this been going on?" He asked in a low voice.

Your bottom lip trembled, evidently conflicted with your own thoughts. But one look at his soft, reassuring gaze was enough for you to give in. "…Five weeks."

"Fuck, that's nearly a month," he murmured in realization.

You fiddled with the hem of your shirt, looking down to avoid eye contact. "..I don't know what to do. I'm tired of this. I didn't want any of this."

Heeseung's eyes hardened at your words and broken tone. "Did he forced you?"

"I have no choice! It's either I obey his words or else—"

You stopped mid-sentence, cutting yourself off. Heeseung's features softened, taking a small step closer, not wanting to scare you off. He reached out, hands hovering in the air and when it's clear you won't freak out or run away, he placed them on your shoulders.

You stilled at the first contact but eventually relaxed, closing the remaining distance to bury your face in his chest, freeing the tears and the pent-up storm of feelings you hid for so long.

Heeseung lets you sobbed and wailed like a newborn baby, his heart breaking when he can feel your body shaking like a fallen leaf—a sign of how frightened you were. He engulfed you in a secure hug, running his hand through your hair while whispering comforting words to you in a hushed tone.

"Hey, it's alright. You're safe with me now. He's not gonna hurt or touch you," he murmured, voice soft as silk and smooth like butter.

After what felt like centuries, you managed to calm down and pulled back with swollen, red and teary eyes. You raised your hands, attempting to wipe your tears away but he was faster.

You froze, feeling his thumbs gently and gingerly wiping the tears droplets away. The way he treated you with such care, like you're a fragile piece of glass that could shattered at any moment, made your heart swelled.

Although, the brief, sweet moment was ruined when reality sank in.

"What do I do? If I tell the board, Riki's gonna send the video to the entire academy and my life will be ruined," you said, feeling hopeless like there's no way out.

Heeseung clicked his tongue, lifting your chin up to meet his gaze. "Don't think about it for now. It's late and you need to get some rest. We can figure something out tomorrow."

"But—"

He stopped you by gently squeezing your shoulders with a soft smile on his face. "No buts and no nothings. I don't want to hear another word of protest from you, (Name). Just go back and sleep. We'll talk in the morning."

You faltered. "…Promise?"

"Promise. I'll drive you back to your dorm."

You opened your mouth, only to close it at the pointed look he sent you. Heeseung chuckled, ruffling your hair and gestured for you to follow him.

"Atta girl."

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The very next day, you woke up feeling light-headed and not your usual self. You expected the same old wave of nervousness to hit you but there was nothing. Rather, you felt lighter than usual.

Maybe it's due to the fact you've told Heeseung about it, finally someone else who knew about it too. You sat up from your bed, not making any move to get out of bed, even though you have class in three hours time.

You dragged yourself out of bed, doing your morning routine and when you were done, you bumped into Yunah, who's seated by the dining table with breakfast already made. You stood outside your door, clearing your throat to gain her attention.

"Oh, morning. I made you breakfast, come and eat," she greeted you with a smile.

You weren't sure why but your eyes turned glossy and her smile dropped. Yunah stood up from her seat, hurriedly approaching you.

"(Name)? What's wrong?" She asked.

You sniffled and she took that as a cue to embrace you. Just like Heeseung's, her hug was just as comforting as his was. You buried your face in the crook of her neck, feeling her patting your back, like how a mother does to her newborn baby.

"Yunah.. I need to tell you something," you rasped out.

"What is it? Oh god, don't tell me you're pregnant or something."

You let out a watery laugh. "No, it's not that. It's just.. this is gonna be a long story and embarrassing."

She pulled back, hands on your cheeks as she pushed them together, squashing your face and making you looked like a puffer fish. "Nonsense. I'll still listen to what you're gonna say, embarrassing or not."

And you did just that. You told her everything—right from the very beginning, starting from Heeseung saving you from the Solaris boys, to Riki inviting you to attend a party with him, to you foolishly accepting his stupid bet, to a sextape being recorded without your consent and to you having no choice but to obey his words.

Throughout the entire time, Yunah went through a wild rollercoaster of emotions. She was dumbfounded and furious. Dumbfounded that the academy's golden boy has a dark, hidden side to him.

Furious that you—her best friend, was caught in this hot mess. When you were done ranting, she shot up from the couch, having made you sat down on it before you started your story-telling.

"I'm gonna fucking kill him."

"Yunah, wait!" You exclaimed, rushing up to stop her as you grabbed her wrist, "Heeseung said we're gonna talk about it today. He knows about this too."

Yunah spun around. "Heeseung? As in Riki's older brother? Are you sure he's trustworthy?"

You firmly nodded. "I trust him, Yunah. He was really mad when I told him the truth."

She pursed her lips before letting out a sigh. "Fine, but if he turns out to be the same as Riki, I'm gonna kill the both of them. Forget if I go to jail."

You chuckled, feeling better now that you have confided in someone else.

You ended up going to class even though Yunah kept insisting you should stay in the dorm and rest. But you refused, stating that the last thing you wanted was to be left alone with your own thoughts, to which your friend eventually but very reluctantly, backed off. Half of the day passed in a blink of an eye with you finishing attending your classes.

You stepped out of the lecture room, heaving a sigh of relief once you were out and then, you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket. You pulled it out, to see Yunah had texted you.

Yunah: don't freak out but Heeseung came by earlier and he asked me to give him your camera.

You: what the fuck did you do?

YUNAH???

You groaned, annoyed with how she wasn't answering your message when you spotted a familiar figure outside the main entrance of campus—Heeseung. Everyone around you stopped what they were doing, eyes following his movements, watching as he ignored everyone and walked towards you.

"H-Heeseung, why are you here?" You asked when he stopped before you.

He raised an eyebrow. "Did you think I've forgotten what I told you? Come on, follow me."

Despite his words, he grabbed your wrist, in front of everyone and tugged you along, forcing you to match his pace. You made a startled sound, eyes darting left and right, noting how some students were openly gawking at you and how some were whispering among themselves while pointing at you.

"Wait, where are we going?" You asked but he ignored your question, dragging you along to your unknown destination.

It was only when you walked down a particular hallway was when it hits you—Heeseung was bringing you to the principal's office. At this rate, your heart was pounding against your ribcage, fingers and hands shaking from fear as it coursed through your veins. You stopped before the closed door, watching as Heeseung raised his free hand.

Knock knock.

"Come in," the principal announced, granting you permission.

Heeseung pushed the door open and it turns out you weren't the first to reach, for there was someone else as well—Riki. He sat on the left chair, legs spread out before him with one arm carelessly resting against the back of the chair, obviously having no idea why he was summoned here.

You shifted to hide behind Heeseung when Riki's eyes flickered between the two of you before it landed on him holding your wrist.

The sight of it made him narrowed his eyes, like it's a revolting sight for him to look at. The principal cleared his throat, gesturing for you and Heeseung to take your respective seats and you obliged. Now, the three of you are seated before the man and he wasted no time in jumping into it, not wanting to beat around the bush.

"I've been told by Heeseung that you, Nishimura Riki, is forcing (Name) here, to do… certain things for you. Is that true?" He asked, voice firm and authoritative, just like how any other principal should be.

Silence.

Riki chewed on his bottom lip and lets out a laugh, the sound sharp and chilling enough for shivers to run down your spine. "No, of course not. You know I wouldn't dare to do that."

Of course he denies it.

The principal eyed him a little longer before turning to you. "(Name), please be honest with me: did Riki make you do anything?"

You didn't answer at first, your palms growing sweaty from the tense atmosphere you're placed in without warning. Seeing this, Heeseung reached out to rest his hand on yours, intertwining your fingers to squeeze it.

You knew the meaning behind his action, how he's telling you he's here for you, a silent act of encouragement and also, a small, tiny step to push you to the right direction.

You're fully aware of Riki's sharp gaze on you but you ignored him, facing the principal and finally answered him.

"..Yes, he did."

The moment those words left your mouth, the captain shot up from his chair and slammed his hands down on the table.

BAAM!

The sound was loud, echoing among the four walls of the principal's office. Everyone except you was unfazed with his violent reaction. Riki accusingly pointed at you as he faced the principal.

"Really? You chose to believe her over me? I'm the one who boosted the academy's reputation. I'm the one who you and the board wanted an exclusive feature on too. So tell me, whose words do you believe more?"

The principal raised his head, meeting Riki's angered gaze head-on without any fear. He sighed, reaching down to pick something up, that was hidden from everyone's view but the moment he revealed it, your heart dropped. The room was engulfed in a thick layer of silence, all three pairs of eyes were focused on the item the man was holding.

It was your camera.

That's when Yunah's messages echoed in your mind—how Heeseung went to your dorm when you were away for classes, how he had somehow managed to convince Yunah to give her your camera. The camera that has everything, the evidence.

The color drained from Riki's face, eyes widening and shoulders dropping. It's clear he didn't think you dared to speak out, to tell someone about it. It seemed like his foolish mistake of not wiping the camera's gallery proved to his downfall in the end. He opened and closed his mouth, resembling a fish out of water, struggling to get a word out.

"I… She's the one who forced me to do it!" He exclaimed, using his last resort to defend himself while aggressively pointing at you from where you sat.

You stilled, taken aback by his rather bold and honestly, a pathetic attempt to redeem himself. Riki took your silence as his cue to keep going, changing the story to make himself the victim. Anything to get him off the red zone.

"She came up to me during the party, spiked my drink and forced me to do things for her. When we were done, she threatened me, telling me if I dare to tell anyone about this, she'll send the videos to everyone in the academy," he explained, turning to his older brother, who had been silent the entire time.

"Hyung, you believe me right?" He asked, having the audacity to sound hopeful.

Heeseung looked up, face void of any emotion, eyes cold and emotionless. "Riki, you disgust me."

"…What?"

He slowly stood up from his seat, withdrawing his hand from yours as he faced his younger brother.

"Don't lie to me. I know what really happened. (Name) told me about it and honestly? It makes me sick after she told me. Imagine how I feel when I found out my younger brother. My own flesh and blood is doing these kinds of things behind my back. You're fucking sick in the head for forcing a girl into this. And you're fucking pathetic for trying to make yourself the victim."

"No, hyung, I—"

"Save it. I don't want to hear another word from you," his older brother hissed, voice seeping with venom, "you're going to face the consequences of your actions, Riki. By spending time in jail."

His eyes widened further, if that's possible. "No no no. Hyung, please! You need to listen to me!"

You couldn't take it anymore, finally giving him a piece of your mind.

"You piece of shit. This is what you deserve for doing this to me! You ruined my life. You ruined everything for me. You did this for your own sick and twisted desires. I was a fool for thinking you felt something and a fool for letting you too close," you spat, practically hissing.

Both brothers were stunned with your sudden outburst but you pressed on, letting out the feelings you had been harboring for a long, long time.

"I was scared for my life and my future. All because of you. You gave me nothing but suffering and agony. I don't ever want to see your fucking face again and I hope you rot in hell, Nishimura Riki."

You didn't wait for his response, turning on the spot to storm out of the office, ignoring Heeseung calling out your name. You managed to take a maximum of ten steps before Heeseung caught up to you, grabbing your wrists, stopping you in your tracks.

"(Name), you—"

"I did it."

He stopped, owlishly blinking his eyes. "Did what?"

You looked at him with a warm, genuine smile that took his breath away. "I managed to break free from him. I'm free now."

Heeseung's features softened and he returned your smile with his own. "Yeah, you did. I'm proud of you, (Name). I really am."

News spread like wildfire, about the fall of Decelis Academy's golden boy. It left the entire cohort in shock, for they never expected him to be like this. Riki was formally sentenced after being found guilty of his indecent crime involving you, a student of the academy. Your name was kept anonymous for safety reasons but the same wasn't applied to the offender.

His hardworking and charismatic image was washed down the drain after the news started talking about it. There were even some news reporters seen waiting outside the campus, hoping to interview some of the students.

Some commented they couldn't believed what they saw on the Internet. Some commented they were disgusted with his behavior, wishing he could stay and rot in jail forever.

In conclusion, Riki's future career as a football player was ruined with none of the pro teams wanting to recruit him anymore. Not after he had shown his true colors.

You, on the other hand, felt as free as a bird that was finally freed from the cage, now able to spread its wings and soar high into the crystal blue sky.

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Rain tapped softly against the windows while the city were glowing in colorful LED lights. You were in the kitchen, wearing one of Heeseung's oversized hoodies with the long sleeves pushed up to your elbows as you're making dinner. The television in the living room murmured quietly with post-match commentary from one of his most recent games.

You squeaked when a pair of arms wrapped itself around your waist.

"Smells good, what are you making?" He asked sleepily, voice muffled with his face buried in your neck as he greedily inhaled your scent, sending shivers down your spine and goosebumps forming on your body.

"Anything that's not ramen," you replied.

The man huffed jokingly. "I'll have you know ramen is a proper food."

"No, it's not. It's unhealthy and you shouldn't be eating too much of it or you're gonna get health problems," you chided him.

"I'm an athlete. I don't have health problems."

At that, you fully turned to face him, lips curling up in a soft smile when you looked at him. Heeseung cupped your face, savoring the way you leaned and melted into his touch, very much like touch-starved kitten.

"You're clingy tonight," you said quietly.

"You love it."

"I didn't say that."

Eight months had passed since then. Eight months of Riki being sent to jail to atone for his sins. Eight months of healing from the horrible experience you went through. If it wasn't for both Heeseung and Yunah—who remained at your sides through thick and thin, you wouldn't have been where you are right now.

Heeseung confessed to you four months ago, all shy and timid when he couldn't take it anymore. He confessed during one of your many hangouts.

But to him, that wasn't a hangout. It was a date. You remembered giggling at how he kept stammering over his words, like the cute loser he is and you ended up kissing him midway through his confession, nearly causing him to blow a fuse.

The kitchen light warmly reflected the silver chain against his neck—a gift you bought for him after you became his girlfriend two months ago. Dating Heeseung was easy. He's everything an ideal boyfriend should be—caring, attentive, patient, loyal and not to mention, he's handsome and loaded with money.

And loaded with something else too, considering how you're still suffering from backpain for the past two days—something he never failed to tease you about. It's real and everything you've dreamed off.

Heeseung lovingly brushed his thumbs over your cheekbones. "You know, I'm really glad I bumped into you after that friendly match. Or else I wouldn't have met you."

You rolled your eyes, leaning in to plant a chaste kiss on his lips, earning a soft, airy giggle from him. "Honestly, if you didn't saw me back then, who knows what would've happen to me?"

He frowned at your words, reaching out to flick your forehead, earning a pained yelp from you. "Don't say that. No one deserve to go through what you did."

two weeks turned into two months, then one year, then two years. it seemed as if nothing has changed. you’re still happy, right? sunghoon still makes you happy. but you’ve never had to question if you made him happy. you suppose— that was perhaps the first crack in your relationship. 

then, everything felt so.. stagnant. almost boring, having done everything together until there was nothing else left to do. you think both of you were starting to feel the same way. perhaps the two of you were at different stages in life.

“what do you wanna eat for dinner?” you asked, sitting on the couch with your legs crossed as the both of you channel surf. 

“i’m fine with anything, you can pick.” 

you shrugged, “i’m okay with anything too.”

you didn’t think it’d be the final crack until everything shattered. 

his brows furrowed, and you could almost see the agitated vein on his temple. “you’re okay with everything, as always,” he says, tone laced in sarcasm as a scoff left his lips.

you felt your eye twitch. “what was that?” 

for a long time, and maybe even the first, a big fight broke out between the two of you. it quickly became a shouting match, fueled with hurtful words that neither of you truly meant. 

“aren’t you tired?!” sunghoon sighed exasperatedly, running a frustrated hand through his messy hair. you felt tears welling up in your eyes— it’d been so long since you last cried ever since you met sunghoon. you’d never think he’d be the reason for your tears. 

“no? what are you talking about?!” you argued back, but your voice was starting to lose its fight. “i-i don’t know what to do.. are you unhappy with me?” 

sunghoon couldn’t look at you. 

“i…” 

his hesitance said it all. 

“you should have said something sooner… th-then maybe we wouldn’t be here right now,” you mumble quietly, chewing on the inside of your cheek to will your tears from falling. 

“but i want to be with you still!” sunghoon pleaded, quickly rushing to you as he placed his hands on your shoulders, his grip tight as if you were about to leave. 

you don’t have the willpower to leave. 

“you want to be with me… but you aren’t happy with me,” you frowned deeply, your head hanging down as you stare at your feet. 

“i-i’ll try… i want to be happy with you. i need t-to…” he choked on his own words, his mind reeling for the right words to say. 

you sniffle, and sunghoon feels his entire world shatter to pieces when you rest your forehead against his chest. “you should go…” 

you’re joking— he thought. no tears were daring to roll down your cheeks, and that he knows is when you’re putting up an act. 

he put up a fight. you don’t actually want him to leave, do you? but then you’re balling your fists up against his shirt, tugging on the fabric. “i don’t wanna— i can’t.. be the reason why you hold yourself back.”

so then what? what was he supposed to do when you seem so desperate to let him go, let him walk out your life? it hurt like a bitch, and the reason for your tears being because of him made it a little easier to leave. in his thought process, he thought you’d stop crying because of him. then maybe, in a week or two, you’ll call him again.

but that call never came.

sunghoon waited months for your contact to pop up on his screen, but by the third month, he unwillingly had to let you go. he was angry– sure… maybe it did sound like a real breakup but he thought it was just a hiccup, a bump in the road, like what most couples have. but it wasn’t, and he was frustrated that you seemed to let him go so easily. 

he couldn’t.

sneaky texts to your close friends, even jay, to ask how you’re doing. if you’re doing okay. the only one who was really honest with him, the only one who didn’t tell sunghoon that you’re “doing just fine, don’t worry about it” was jay. jay, albeit hesitant to do this behind your back, he knew how much sunghoon meant to you, and seeing your defeated expression everyday wasn’t exactly ideal for him. 

“she’s not doing well… can barely get her out the house,” jay had said over the phone to sunghoon, the former letting out a sigh. sunghoon said nothing back. “you.. you should probably move on too. this isn’t healthy for the both of you.” 

sunghoon agreed, then quickly hung up. 

like hell he would be able to move on from you.

“ning? ningninggg~” you slur, eyes squinted to look for your friend, clumsily tripping over some other drunken people’s feet. you’re mindlessly searching around the cramped living room for her until you spot the brunette out in the crowd. 

“y/n, where have you been! i’ve been asking everyone where you went,” she frowns with worry, rubbing your arms that are warm already from the alcohol in your bloodstream. you give her a cheeky smile, leaning your head on her chest as you sway her around drunkenly. 

she laughs at you warmly, playing with your hair as she lets you do whatever for a few minutes until you jump suddenly, grabbing both her shoulders, “i should text him.” 

her brow only raises, “text…who?” her voice slightly teasing, knowing your past nights with a certain roommate and classmate. but then her eyes widen when she realizes who you really meant, and she shakes her head immediately. “no! absolutely not, y/n! give me that fucking phone right now, i swear to god,” she yells at you, but you’re already bolting away from her with your phone in the air. 

ningning chases you down, gaining stares but you’re too out of it to care and ningning is too busy running after you. you fall over a group of randoms sitting on the couch, and ningning is left to apologize for you. “i am… so, so sorry…” she mumbles, quickly snatching your phone as you recover and putting it in her pocket. “my dear y/n, please get up so we can just go back home. i don’t know if i can bare anymore embarrassment.” 

safe to say, she dragged you back into her home and forced you to drink water despite your lazy denial of i don’t need it! and i’m totally okay! 

you shift around in the bed, a groan escaping your lips when you feel someone tugging at your arm. “y/n,” ningning shout-whispers, knowing your hangover is probably killing you. you groan again in response, shaking your head and mumbling something around the lines of “five more minutes, mom”. 

she rolls her eyes at you, sighing before placing the glass of water down on her bedside table. “i gotta get to class. please drink this water and gatorade here before you leave. i better come back to no throw up on my carpet.” she tells you, albeit knowing that you’re only half listening and are going to forget everything she said ten minutes later. 

you do get up eventually.. two hours later. you drink the water and take the gatorade with you before cleaning up her room that ningning so graciously let you sleep in. you take an uber back to your shared apartment with heeseung, trudging lazily up the stairs and hallway of your complex. you insert your key to only find that the door is left unlocked, and you frown, ready to scold your roommate of his bad habit of not locking the door. 

“heeseung–!” you yell, stepping inside but you’re not met with your roommate’s face. instead, your questionable ex stands by the couch, in front of you. 

your jaw wants to drop, your eyes want to widen, you want to scream profanities and maybe cry in your room later. but you somehow can’t, and you stare at him blankly. 

“y/n!” your name is called, but with two different voices– your ex and your roommate. heeseung comes running out of the hallway, in which you assume he was in the bathroom earlier when you had just gotten home. 

sunghoon turns his head to look at heeseung, his brows furrowed and a look of disdain on his face. you choose not to question it, knowing the expression he’s wearing all too well, so you move your attention to heeseung. 

“what?” you ask, taking a step towards him as he gestures for you to go with him into the hall with a tilt of his head. you follow, exchanging a quick glance at sunghoon with your lips pursed into a line. 

“what is he doing here?” you whisper, rubbing your temple as the pounding hangover begins to subside, but you think it’s about to come back sooner after seeing your ex in your living room. 

heeseung rubs the nape of his neck, biting the inside of his cheek as he thinks of a reasonable explanation. he doesn’t know much about you and sunghoon, and he actually had only learned that he was your ex this morning. “uhmm… he showed up this morning.. and i was coming back from a class and he was just sitting out in the hall. he saw me approach the door and asked if you lived here. i then asked him, who are you, ‘cause i didn’t wanna give out your info! and then he said that he was your ex?? i didn’t even know you had one…” he rambles, mumbling the last part to himself but it doesn’t escape your ears. 

you huff, slapping his arm, earning you an ouch! from him. “what the hell! so you knew he’s my ex and you still let him in?! you are a horrible roommate!” you scold, your lips curving into a deep frown. 

“well… i thought that maybe you two had those ex’s but still friends kinda relationship…” heeseung shrugs his shoulders, giving you an awkward smile to try and save face. “i’m sorry, y/n! please forgive me,” he pouts suddenly, grabbing your hands and clasping them together with his. 

you roll your eyes before bringing his hands to your lips. his eyes widen slightly, panicky as his eyes dart from the end of the hall to you. but the panic quickly leaves as it arrived, with you biting down on his hand and he hisses in pain. “fuck– i didn’t know you were into biting like that, y/n..” 

“she is. i would know.” 

both of your heads sharply turn to the intruding voice that joins the two of you in the hall, sunghoon with his arms crossed against his chest, leaning his side against the wall. 

heeseung clears his throat after the silence that hung in the air, looking at you with softer eyes than before. he’s insinuating that he’ll be here, if anything went south between you and your ex. you give him a curt smile and nod, and heeseung takes a quick peek at sunghoon before he pecks a kiss on your cheek (that was very purposeful and much longer than what a peck should be). 

heeseung leaves, his door shutting is the only sound between you two. you bite your cheek, clearly avoiding eye contact when sunghoon begins to step closer towards you, but not invading your space.

“you guys fucked, huh?” 

your eyes shoot up at him. your mouth opens to retort, to say anything, but you’re stunned. sunghoon gives you a (sly) smile, eyes flicking between your eyes at the way your mouth quivers in nerves. “lucky guess,” he shrugs his shoulders, but it was more than just a lucky guess– there were too many signs of closeness that platonic roommates should not be having.

you still say nothing, waiting for him to speak and say what he wants from you, so that he can leave as soon as possible. you know well that small talk works nothing on sunghoon, and he only hates it more if not genuine. 

“does he satisfy you?” he asks, and you feel like he’s poking at you, but his arms are still crossed as he interrogates you. you frown, nodding your head but sunghoon only scoffs, his smirk only growing more. 

“ah… is that so?” he hums, unfolding his arms to dig out his phone from his pocket. he taps a few times on his screen before flipping the phone to show you. 

and you feel immensely embarrassed. if you had the chance to gain a magical power right here, right now, you would pick invisibility without a question. you’re mortified at the sight of sunghoon’s screen– your naked body on full display. and not just one, not two, but four photos of you in different positions, in front of the mirror, you name it. 

“well.. i gotta say, for someone who says they’re satisfied, i wonder why i got nudes then..” sunghoon muses, his canines showing through his grin.

a part of you wants to slap him, wipe that stupidly handsome grin off his face but you know that you’re the one that’s in the wrong in this situation. you sent your ex boyfriend nudes… you can’t even fathom the reason why you were trying to sendnudes in the first place, or what you were doing with sunghoon’s contact open. the two of you have been no-contact for a while since the mutual breakup, so why did your drunk mind decide that it was a good time to text him? 

and it’s not like your sex life is dry… by any means! jake and heeseung can definitely vow for you, and the weird and sudden urge to prove sunghooon starts to take over you. 

you scoff, “just wanted to show what you’ve been missing, i guess,” you shrug your shoulders, feigning confidence.

that’s when you forget how much sunghoon actually knows you– those two years didn’t go down the drain for nothing. 

“i do miss it.” blunt as ever, sunghoon says it so flatly that it catches you off guard, your wide eyes meeting his sudden dark, bedroom eyes. 

“oh.”

sunghoon struggles to bite back the smirk that grows on his face, taking another step towards you that starts to invade your senses– his cologne that he hasn’t changed since the day you first met. almost like a wave of nostalgia hits you, sunghoon decides to remind you what it feels like to have his lips on your skin.

but he’s not so nice, his lips barely grazing your jaw and his eyes hyper fixated on your own lips. your eyes dart up to read his face, but he’s so close, overwhelming you and clouding your mind, your hangover long forgotten. 

“what about you?” he whispers, slightly pulling back just to tease you even more, not giving you what you want most.

“h-huh?” you ask, confused, already starting to feel dazed.

“you miss me too?”

honestly, you should be putting up more of a fight. the breakup was mutual, yes, but it still hurt like hell and you didn’t spend months picking your life back up and getting used to being single again. and you definitely know that jay would not approve, the man being your support system through it all no matter the multiple times you shut him out.

but a part of you just wants to think that maybe, just maybe, sunghoon is back for a reason. but you could also be gaslighting yourself for thinking that.. perhaps you want to feel less guilty about wanting to so badly indulge in sunghoon and your desires. 

you were never known for having good self control, impulse usually taking over for most of your actions, and sunghoon knows that part of you very well to use it as an advantage.

“kinda,” you mumble, eyes avoiding his face as you feel your face grow a tad bit hot over the mere confession.

“kinda?” sunghoon hums, clicking his tongue as he shakes his head slightly. “i think you need a reminder, what do you think?”

before you could think– critically think about what the consequences are, you’re already nodding and all too familiar lips meet yours. soft and gentle to ease the both of you into it, having it been too long since the last time the two of you kissed. overwhelmed with the fluctuations of emotions that hit you, you practically moan into the kiss, causing him to bite your lower lip and earning a low groan from him. 

the sound is enough to have your stomach churning, and like pavlov’s theory, your thighs clenching automatically. yeah, you definitely missed that– having sunghoon wrapped around your finger without having to do much. 

“fuck…” he sighs, like he’s reminiscing an old memory but he might as well be, having almost forgotten how much you really affect him. a simple kiss that could pass as almost innocent (in his standards) has his pants tightening. 

and you had forgotten how hot he sounds whenever he curses. before you realize it, you’re grabbing his wrist and taking him into your bedroom, door shutting closed behind him when you push his back into said door. 

you quickly kiss him again, more feverishly and he’s fast to reciprocate and even chase after your lips when you even slightly pull back for a breath of air. his hands are roaming your body, getting familiar again with all your curves and marks that he’s studied for two years. he knows you love it when he gets grabby, so a tight hold on your waist has you moaning again into his mouth and you can feel his smile against your lips. 

“lemme eat you out, baby,” sunghoon mumbles mid-kiss, his grip on your hips tightening a bit more to convey his need, his brows slightly furrowed and he looks like he might die if he doesn’t. and you decide to use it to your advantage.

“hmm, under one condition,” you say, holding up an index finger between the two of your faces to prevent him from kissing you again. sunghoon’s confused, but he nods either way. you move away from him, his hands reluctantly letting go of your waist but he follows your every move. you go onto your bed, still facing him as you make your way to the center. he’s still moving with you like he’s under a spell, a knee propping him up on your bed as he stays at the edge.

slowly, you peel your bottoms off, and like the entranced man sunghoon is, his eyes are following your hands, waiting for your next words. you gesture for him to come closer, legs spreading to allow him space but your panties are blocking what he really wants to see.

“apologize.”

what you want him to apologize for? you don’t really know yourself. maybe the years you wasted on him? for showing up out of the blue? the hold he still has on you after all the hard work you spent on getting over him? luckily, sunghoon doesn’t question it. he gets close to you, between your thighs as he eyes your face. he visibly gulps before licking his lips and he nods without saying a word.

his face is inches away from your pantyclad cunt, and you start to feel a bit impatient (even though it’s only been a few seconds). he bites his lip, face tilting upwards and the tip of his nose perfectly grazes your clit. you gasp softly, looking down at him with the help of your elbows propping you up. 

“‘m sorry…” he murmurs softly, lips brushing against your pussy. he eyes you from below, through his thick lashes and you practically fold, your face growing hotter. 

he brings a finger to your cunt, still playing through your panties and he’s enjoying this more than you, feeling you clench and unclench in anticipation. he can’t hide the way his lips curve upwards into a smug smirk, missing how cute you are under his touch. 

his index finger curves underneath your panties, tugging it to the side to view your bare, wet cunt for him. he hums at the sight, licking his lips once again as if he was trying to hold himself back, eyes never departing from your pussy. 

“missed her s’much…” he almost slurs, drunk and he hasn’t even gotten a taste yet. he flattens his tongue, pressing his hot mouth against your folds. you squirm slightly, unsure hands gripping at your bedsheets. “y’know how much i like it when you grab my hair.. please do it again,” he pulls away from you, leaving you the dissatisfaction of no friction. 

so you do as he says, hands leaving your bed sheets as you tangle your fingers into his hair, forgetting just how soft and well-taken care of his hair is. he sighs when you tug slightly at the strands, the air blowing into your cunt and you buck your hips slightly. impatient, sunghoon attaches his lips to your cunt and begins urgently lapping up your juices.

you squeal, your hand unintentionally tugging harder and he groans into you. your taste alone has his eyes rolling to the back of his head, mind starting to reel at the reminder of how pliant you are for him. 

“i’m sooo sorry…” he mumbles sweetly into your pussy, practically inhaling you with his hands and arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you pinned into the mattress. he feels you twitch, his tongue bullying its way into your entrance and nose grazing your sensitive bud. 

you’re shaking at this point, your body and mind from being overwhelmed by the familiar sight of sunghoon between your thighs and his mumbled apologies into your pussy like he’s apologizing to it. “sorry…sorry, sorry,” he mindlessly slurs as he continues to slurp and lap at your juices. 

as it turns out, no matter how over you think you are from sunghoon, he’ll always have you in a vice grip, especially when you come undone from his tongue alone. you moan obscenities, your hips fighting against sunghoon’s grasp on you, but your hands pulling at his hair strands tell him that you want him closer. 

he moans into you, moving away from your dripping entrance and up to suck on your clit, encouraging your orgasm. you curse, his name falling out of your lips and sunghoon’s eyes don’t leave your face for a single millisecond, too obsessed with your cute, overstimulated expression. 

he finally pulls away from you, a filthy pop! following as he catches his breath. you lay your head back down on the pillow, legs giving out on being spread after sunghoon has let you go from his hold. but the moment is short-lived, his hand coming quickly to your thigh. “what are you doing? i want more.” 

and what sunghoon wants, he gets.

apparently, he wanted it three more times.

“wai– oh!” you whine, but your words fall on deaf ears as sunghoon is nose-deep in your cunt, eyes shut and visibly enjoying the feast laid for him. you’ve given up on fighting him two orgasms ago, knowing well that he’s done when he says so.

“wh..why are you so insatiable ri-right now..?” you ask through broken moans and heavy sighs. sunghoon finally opens his eyes, looking up at you. he acts like he’s pondering for a moment, but he knows the answer already– he just doesn’t want to pull away from your pussy yet. 

“mmm.. told you already, baby,” he mutters, tongue still licking up your essence around your cunt, “missed you… need’a satisfy my taste buds.” 

with that answer, he’s back into your pussy, except this time he gives you the pleasure of his fingers inserting inside you for the first time that night. you gasp, your free hand lurching down to reach for his wrist, feeling your orgasm suddenly approach you rapidly. 

“oh..oh fuck, i’m–” you whine, but you ddon’t need to tell sunghoon twice, inserting another finger. and, of course he knows how much you love the feeling of being stretched, especially when it’s in preparation for accommodating his cock for you.

your head is instantly thrown back, your nails gripping his hand turning white as you cum around his fingers and on his tongue, legs threatening to close shut around his face (not that he’d complain). 

his tongue swirls and plays with your swollen clit, fingers not relenting on you even as your back arches off the bed. “‘m here, baby, cum for me, last one, promise,” he mumbles to push you over the edge, “will never leave you again, ‘m so sorry, i’m sorry, baby.” 

it’s magical, really, the way his words can do so much on their own. maybe it’s the rasp in his voice that you’ve never really gotten used to, even when the two of you were together– it always had an effect on you. but perhaps, it’s really  just sunghoon who has that effect.

you come undone for the third time this morning, hand clasping over your mouth to save your embarrassment, not forgetting your roommate residing two rooms away from you. sunghoon finally detaches his lips from you, his fingers replacing your cunt for his mouth. he groans at the taste of your sin, the side of his face lazily laid on your thigh as you recover. 

you watch him suck his own fingers lewdly, a feeling of jealousy washing over you — what you’re really jealous of, you’re not sure. perhaps his fingers? his mouth? 

“what’re you thinkin’ about, sweetheart?” his words snapping you out of your gaze, but he knows damn well what’s running through your head. 

you mumble a mere “nothing”, your head turning to the side to avoid his eyes. he hums at your reply before kneeling off the bed, the sudden dip lifting off the mattress causing you to look at him again. 

sunghoon peels off his shirt and undoes his pants, and you had completely forgotten that he was still completely dressed throughout your nth orgasms of him just eating you out. you crawl up the bed a little, your elbows propping you up as you watch him. 

he tilts his head to the side, looking at you with a cheeky grin plastered on his face. “what’s that shocked look for? you know i’m not done with you.” 

that you do, having dealt with his insatiableness when the two of you were together plenty of times before. you chew on your bottom lip as he joins you back on the bed, settling between your legs once again. he leans close to you, his chest just hovering above yours and his face so unbearably close to yours. 

“you do know i truly did miss you, right…” he mumbles, his eyes switching its gaze on your lips and your own eyes. you don’t say anything, but he leans in even more, causing a small squeak to leave your lips in surprise. he tsks, his gaze leaving you for a second as if he was embarrassed, “had to convince one of your friends to tell me if you were doing okay or not. you got some really loyal friends..” he sighs, finally pulling away from invading your space. 

his words surprised you, your friends never once mentioning sunghoon texting them to ask about you. a twisted part makes you feel giddy that he was still checking up on you after all this time. 

“y’know you could’ve just come to me… after your whole rooming situation,” he continues on, his words in a low whisper, like he’s unsure if he should be saying all of this in the first place. 

“i was afraid you’d turn me away.. and i didn’t want to bother you,” you reply meekly, still looking at him even if he wasn’t. but at your words, he turns back to look at you. 

“i could never say no to you.” 

and you know it’s true, park sunghoon would never dare tell a lie to you. 

the silence engulfs the both of you for a minute before a small smile makes its way onto your lips. “i mean, if you’re just jealous that i’m rooming with another guy, you could just say that.” 

his eyes widen slightly, a failed stifled smirk growing on his face. “ah, you always read me like a book, baby,” he hums, his hands trailing up your thighs and spreading them open. 

you yelp when he tugs you closer to his torso, grabbing a hold of your thighs and lifting your leg above to rest on his shoulder. the tip of his cock barely brushes against your pussy, your hips already needily bucking for attention. he tsks at you, squeezing your thigh to get you to pay attention to him. 

“please… hoon,” you give him a cute pout, one that he typically always falls for. but he seems to be stubborn today, intending on dragging out this long awaited moment. 

“nah, don’t tell me what to do.” 

you’re whining again, but he quickly shuts you up when he guides his tip to brush against your sensitive clit, a sigh leaving your lips. he repeats this action, your juices coating his cock and making it glisten under the sun peeking through your blinds. 

“fuck..” he groans, slightly shaking his head as if to snap himself out of a daze, “can’t believe i even survived without you.” 

his words hit you like a trainwreck, your head thrown back as you thrust your hips upwards, his tip catching at your entrance and slipping in slightly due to your slickness. 

“hahh~ oh— feels good, more, p-please!” you beg, pleading at him with your eyes, causing him to grin and place a kiss on your leg that's resting on his shoulder. 

“lucky i missed you— and this cute pussy,” sunghoon grumbles before bottoming all the way in, both of you moaning in relief into each other’s neck. he starts off slow, very much opposite to how the two of you used to have sex. but you suppose makeup sex to sunghoon is like this, not that you mind.

the two of you are already panting like animals in heat, caught up in each other’s body warmth and the way he stretches your walls out, your cunt accommodating the familiarity of your ex’s cock. sunghoon cages your head in with his arms, leaning his forehead against yours. 

like you’re making love to each other, the eye contact you two hold is scary as his thrusts start to get harder and deeper, the skin on skin contact is loud and echoing throughout your bedroom. 

“fuuckk,” sunghoon drawls, breaking eye contact with you first to squeeze his eyes shut, enjoying your gummy walls suck him in. you whimper, his moans having a well enough effect on your body as you feel your arousal stick to your thighs and his pelvis. 

you pull him into a needy kiss, hushed moans being swallowed by the both of you to keep the noise level to a minimum (not that it’s really helping). the kiss is sloppy, spit drooling from the corner of your mouth as sunghoon speeds up. 

“mmgh– oh fuck!” you whine, starting to feel how deep he really is. you swear he grew bigger. 

sunghoon moves his hands to caress your hips and thighs, cherishing what used to be his. he moves his lips down to your neck, peppering wet kisses at your pulse point , causing shivers to run down your spine. 

“nn-no, stop,” you giggle slightly, the sensitivity making you pull away from him but sunghoon doesn’t budge, his sharp canines dragging down to your collarbone. “you’re so cute, god..” he mutters, lifting body up as well as pulling your thighs up together, placing soft kisses at your ankle. “m’gonna fuck you like you deserve to, sweet girl.” 

you don’t get a word out, a gasp pulled out of you as he thrusts roughly, the new angle making you feel like he’s in your stomach. you slap a mouth over your hand in fear of heeseung hearing too much from his room. sunghoon grins at you, canine peeking under his lip. 

“no, no… what’re you doin’? he should hear you, so he knows what you sound like when you get properly fucked…” his last words said sharply, followed by even sharper thrusts that make you squeal even through your palm. 

his brows are furrowed now, concentration fully on you as he focuses on your pleasure. his hand snakes down around your thighs, his thumb swiping at your sensitive clit. you let out a whine, the palm over your mouth long forgotten as you grip his forearm. 

“ooh~” he hums, a deep chuckle leaving his lips, “you’re tightening up.. my baby is gonna cum, aren’t you?” he taunts, a brow cocking in question as a smirk appears on his face. you nod, your words being swallowed by your own moans and whines. you’re scratching up his forearm, not that he minds– he’s never minded when you mark him as yours. 

you can’t even give him a warning, your orgasm crashing over you, splotches of white invading your vision as you toss your head back. sunghoon releases a groan, your walls clenching and unclenching around his cock causing him to pound into you faster. 

he lets out another chuckle at your shaking body, his finger letting your clit go. he grabs onto your arms, pulling you up towards him. you instinctively wrap your arms around him, his cock resting deep inside you. your chest heaves up and down, resting your head on his shoulder.

sunghoon hums, “tapping out now? you used to last much longer…” he says, feigning a thoughtful tone to tease you. you pout, raising your head. you are tired, yes… but sunghoon always knows how to provoke you into continuing. 

“i-i’m not,” you frown, suddenly raising your hips then bouncing back down on his cock. he sucks in a breath, leaning back slightly and using his arms to prop himself up. 

“mmm, okay… i’ll give you two minutes before you’re whining, tellin’ me you’re too tired. ‘m gonna have to do all the work again,” he sighs dramatically, rolling his eyes sassily at you. 

you slap his chest before looping your arm around his neck again. you don’t retort back– you’ll prove him wrong with just your actions. steadily bouncing up and down on his cock to create a nice pace for you, it’s not long before sunghoon is groaning out your name.

easily entranced by your bouncing tits in front of him, he wraps his lips around your nipple, swirling his tongue around it. you whine, your hips twitching in urge to grind on him rather than bounce, but you resist as your mission is to make your ex lover cum. 

your hands tangle into his undercut, scratching as his scalp and back as you continue to ride him, the squelching of your cunt meeting his cock making the two of you even more needier. “oh fuuckk,” sunghoon almost whines, tearing his lips apart from your nipple. “don’t stop, juuust like that.” 

your thighs are getting tired and starting to burn, but the twitching of his cock inside you keeps you going, knowing that he’s not too far off from his orgasm. slamming your hips down harder onto him, you grab his face and pull him into another messy kiss, since you know that sloppy kisses always get him even more worked up. 

and you’re right, as sunghoon’s hips thrust back up into you, sloppily pounding as he holds your body still to hover above him, using you. but he doesn’t relent– making you cum only once on his cock? that’s never happened and he intends on never letting it happen. his hand once again sneaks down, rubbing your swollen and overstimulated clit. you cry out into his mouth, him easily shushing you up again as he pushes his tongue inside your mouth. 

you both arrive at your climax, sunghoon groaning out your name against your lips as you grind hopelessly against him. 

the two of you still are engaging in a kiss, less sloppier and more soft. pulling away to finally properly catch your breath, sunghoon rubs soothingly along your hips and thighs.

shouldn’t this be when regret starts flooding your mind and body? you should probably be freaking out now, telling sunghoon to leave and to never speak again. but.. you don’t feel the regret washing over you. maybe a little guilt, but it’s mostly because you told jay you would never be in contact with sunghoon again. and the fact that you told jay you blocked him, which you clearly did not, leading you to your current situation of being wrapped in his arms.

You’re the perfect student in your university. Acing all of your courses with ease, even the hardest course known on campus taught by the strictest teacher, Mr. Park.

Everyone saw and knew you worked hard in order to achieve everything you’ve accomplished, seeing your dedication and sleepless nights in order to complete an assignment perfectly.

Everyone wished to be just like you one day as you set the curve.

Whether you decide to admit it or not, you’re utterly admired by students, staff, faculty members, and teachers.

Each time your name came across papers, it was given extra attention to detail and care to just see how marvelous you worked on it.

But there was one teacher who absolutely adored you the most. Admiring the way you attentively took notes during lectures, how you furrow your eyebrows and pout your lips as you studied, or when you would lightly chew on your pen when going over questions, to simply the way you would come to him to ask questions without a worry while others were scared to even approach him.

Mr. Park adored you as a hard working student.

He also adored the side of you that wasn’t seen as professional. The way your legs would unconsciously squish together when trying to understand something or how you squirmed under his gaze when it was just you and him but then secretly taking glances to him when you thought he wasn’t looking.

But he deeply cherished the side of you that would get him fired. The way you would drop to your knees in front of him to prove that you deserved the extra point you were missing to achieve the hundred percent you desperately wanted.

And he could forever relish in the way you usher kisses from him as you studied in his office while he graded papers or the way he folds your body over his desk as he pounds into you mercifully for getting the highest mark once again.

Oh Mr. Park loved his favorite student.

✎ᝰ。

Sunghoon’s course was a two semester course for the minimum amount of material that was crammed in there. It was known to be the hardest course to pass which meant there were very few students who decided to take the challenge(you being one of them).

But there was no other teacher that understood the material like him, he was the top professor and you were the top student.

How you and Sunghoon began the forbidden fiasco was spontaneous but not unexpected. There was obvious tension already building in-between as he would catch you looking at him with a certain glint in your eyes before shyly looking away to focus back on the lecture.

However, his favorite was whenever he’s grading papers already feeling exhausted from giving such low marks and not enough high marks but his exhaustion would instantly fade away when he’d get to yours.

He always straightens up his posture to take a moment to properly appreciate how perfect your paper is. How you not only explained every point needed to receive full credit but even added some of your own input.

But what he loved more were the little doodles you would leave scatter on your paper to indicate your boredom after finishing.

His pen would softly trace the designs with a fond smile, a thought lingering to indulge himself in the opportunity presented to him. So he would write a simple comment alongside the doodle that caught his eyes the most.

And this time around it was a simple doodle of a house sitting on a hillside with a sunset far in the distant and flowers littering the landscape.

When you received your paper back, you’d smile at the big hundred percent in bright red ink in the corner of your paper but soon caught glimpse of your professor’s comment along your doodle.

Your smile would only get bigger seeing ‘got bored?’ next to the house doodle before glancing up to your professor who gave the faintest smile ever towards you before dropping it and continued to pass out the rest of the student’s papers.

The next time you had a paper due, you made sure to complete it with ease before writing back a response to his previous comment, hoping he would respond to it.

And once again as Sunghoon was up late at night grading papers, energy already drained, he finally made it to yours and his energy skyrocketed.

As he was grading your paper, he caught the doodle you did of yourself and a surprising response to his previous comment.

‘Yeah I am. Next time you should make these just a little harder Mr. Park’

He smirked to himself with a chuckle before nodding his head in amusement. You didn’t received an hundred percent this time around, but still received the highest mark out of everyone taking his course.

But he saw this an opportunity to tease you just a little bit.

‘Next time you should make sure to get an hundred then maybe I’ll consider it’

✎ᝰ。

You made an appointment with Sunghoon during the scheduled hours to discuss the possibility of him writing a letter of recommendation for an internship you’re hoping to get into during winter break.

As you stood in front of his door, you didn’t hesitate to knock on his office door softly and you heard him mutter ‘come in’ loud enough for you to hear and when you walked in he gave you a welcoming smile.

He’s been anticipating you ever since he saw your name pop up in the long list of appointments but he wondered what you needed from him. “Good evening”

You returned his kind smile with your own, “Good evening Mr. Park”

He motioned to the chair in front of his desk which you easily took, “What can I do for you?”

“I won’t take too much of your time, I know you’re a busy professor” Sunghoon lightly chuckled in his head at your statement, he could never be too busy for you.

“I was wondering if you could possibly write me a letter of recommendation? There’s an internship I really would enjoy to attend but it requires one from a professor” You explained and you noticed how you had his full undivided attention

He nodded at every word you said before lightly clasping his hands together. “I have no issues doing so, email the information of your internship” Your smile spread across your face hearing his easy acceptance to your request but he was curious about one thing. “If I may ask, why choose to ask me for this?”

“I’m sure you’re well aware I’m not exactly the most easy going professor. And you and I both know many other professors would’ve adored to take this opportunity if you asked”

“Well that’s exactly the reason Mr. Park. You’re not easy going. If I asked another professor of mine to write one I’m sure they will gush on and on about my achievements and how wonderful of a student I am but not of me as a person and my dedication” You explained and Sunghoon felt a sense of pride in his chest but he tried push that feeling down

He shouldn’t be feeling this, you were only coming to him for a letter of recommendation. Nothing more and nothing less of that.

He gave a curt nod to your explanation before you thanked him profusely which he kindly waved off.

“I hope you’re able to have a wonderful winter break Mr. Park!” Your bright smile made his heart churn in itself but he tried so hard to shake it off

“You as well. I hope you’re able to attend your internship”

“Oh I’ll definitely get in if I have you writing my letter of recommendation” Your words weighed heavy on his shoulders and heart

✎ᝰ。

It was deep into winter break and Sunghoon was roaming through the streets on Christmas eve alone. He saw how couples were smiling as they held hands, walking by simply happy to spend the holidays together.

Now he never cared for having a relationship, having his priorities lie within his work. But there were times, times like this, that made he wonder what his life would be like if he had someone.

But he wasn’t going to dwell on something that wasn’t real. He was going about his business to head back home when he suddenly heard a familiar voice he didn’t expect to hear on Christmas eve.

He turned and saw your bundled up self making your way towards him, you looked so cute under the faint store and street lights. He shook his head from that thought and gave a confused expression to which you giggled at.

You noticed how different he looked from how you usually see him during class. Instead of his usual business attire with his rimless clear glasses, his attire now fitted to the cold weather to keep him warm, his hair out of its usual style, and his glasses long discarded.

Your heart fluttered in your chest seeing how he looked under the skylit night. There was never any denying that he was a very attractive person.

“Good evening Mr. Park” You greeted when you reached him and he gave a nod, not trusting himself to speak “What are you doing out on Christmas eve by yourself?”

“I could ask you the same thing” You chuckled slightly raising your hands up in defeat at his remark to your question

“Internship finally let me out for the next two days” His eyes blinked harsher hearing your sentence, you got the internship?

You chuckled softly at his reaction as you could read him like an open book. “Your letter of recommendation worked. I was one of the first people to receive a spot, so whatever you wrote did wonders on them” His lips curled into a smile, pleased to hear that he was able to help you

“Congratulations, I’m happy to hear that”

After his congratulation, the two of you stayed in an awkward silence. Neither sure of whether to continue the conversation or cut it off at that, but before stressing over it more the smallest snowflake fell between and caught your attention.

Both of you looked to sky to see the snowfall, realizing it was going to be a white Christmas. You smiled softly as you rested your hand out to catch the falling snow.

Sunghoon shifted his gaze from the sky onto you and saw how the moonlight and snowfall painted your eyes like you held in the universe in them.

“Do you want to have dinner?” Sunghoon’s words fell from his mouth before he could even realize what he was saying

He stopped and cursed at himself under his breath for allowing his thought to slip through his mouth and when he heard silence from you, he wanted the world to swallow him whole in that moment.

But your response is what brought him back to reality, “I would like that”

“What?”

“You asked me to dinner and I said I would like that. Don’t tell me you’re backing away from your offer Mr-“

“Please call me Sunghoon when we’re outside of school grounds” He stopped you from continuing your sentence and you held back a smile and nodded your head

“Alright then Sunghoon, what do you have in mind for dinner?”

Oh he really had done it to himself now. He was doomed.

✎ᝰ。

Your face crinkled as you laughed at something Sunghoon had said as you were leaving the restaurant. You expected the dinner to be awkward but instead it was like the two of you had known each other for years. Not a single ounce of tension was felt even though he was your professor and you were his student.

Sunghoon arrived to his car and he shot you a confused look when he saw you weren’t following. “What are you doing?”

“I’m sending you off, I have to get a taxi to go back to mine” You told and Sunghoon shook his head, what kind of monster would he be if he left you to take a taxi

“Nonsense, I’ll drive you. No need to waste money” He told before opening the passenger door for you and your heart stopped

“A-are you sure? I really don’t mind taking a taxi Mr-”

“Please I insist. And you were doing so good not calling me Mr. Park throughout the dinner” You nervously gulped as you unconsciously squished your thighs a little closer together hearing the hint of praise from him

Sunghoon took notice of you squishing your thighs after his words and he could feel his stomach crawling inside out as he tilted his neck to the side to knock some sense into himself. He couldn’t, he possibly couldn’t.

Oh but he could and he did.

Because here he was inside your place, in your bed, his body flushed in between your legs as he feverishly kissed you like no tomorrow.

He was only supposed to walk you to your front door to make sure you got in safely but what he didn’t expect was for you to crash your lips onto his the moment the clock struck 12.

“Merry Christmas Sunghoon” You mumbled against his lips and he didn’t remember the last time someone had genuinely wished him one

He knows he should’ve pushed you away, to tell you that this was wrong, that neither of you could do this. But he was twisted, sick, and messy in his head. He couldn’t get enough of your taste now that he got a sliver of it.

Your hold on him was something so desperate and needy that he couldn’t possibly let you go as the two of you found a feverish pace for the kiss. The snow falling over your bundle up bodies as the dim light shun above you two outside your front door.

Sunghoon’s arms were hesitant to wrap around you to bring you impossibly closer to him and you noticed. You wanted, needed, him to hold you the way you were clinging onto him.

You carefully brought his arms to hold you and he let out a soft noise when he finally felt you in his arms. It felt so right to have you there as if you were meant to be there in the first place (in his mind you were).

He could feel the lack of oxygen in him but he couldn’t care in the slightest. Your lips were like a paradise and he rather give up heaven if he had to just to keep tasting you.

“I need you Sunghoon” He stopped kissing you and pulled away to stare at you with wide eyes, not expecting to hear those words to ever leave your mouth

Your pupils were blown out wide as you stared up to him with a cloud of lust filling your eyes. His mind became hazy as it ran miles in a loop of the only rational thought holding onto dear life. He shouldn’t give in.

But the way your lips fit perfectly with his and the way you felt under his touch. He threw all his rationality out of the window, unable to say no to you when you’re willingly offering yourself so preciously to him.

His lips soon found a place on your jaw before tracing down to your neck in a haste. “Gonna have to do better than that to get my cock” You relished in his words as you knew this was the sign you’ve been longing for

You bit back your smirk and you let your body melt in his touch and kisses as your hands found their way to his hair to mess it up from its middle part.

“Then let me bring you inside” You whispered just loud enough for him to hear and Sunghoon forced himself to detach from you to allow you open the door

As you hastily tried to open the door wanting to get him inside as soon as possible, Sunghoon’s arms wrapped around you, allowing himself to get lost in the daze of you.

He kissed the side of your face not able to get enough of you as his thumbs rubbed circles on your coated body. Even though there was a multiple layers between you and his touch, you could still feel his touch burn your body.

When you finally opened the door, he quickly pushed you inside and locked the front door.

The moment he turned to face you, you grabbed him by the collar to kiss him once again. He chuckled against your lips as your hands began removing his layers. “You can start taking mine off too” You mumbled and he was quick to remove the piece of clothing that prevented him from touching your skin.

The kiss became more impatient as you guided him towards your room, neither of your lips breaking from each other. You had your hands mixed in his hair as his hands roamed over your body, trying memorize every single crevice on your body.

When you made it to your room, you knocked the door open and broke off the kiss to push him onto your bed with a pant. Sunghoon looked to you to take a moment to properly comprehend that this was actually happening.

Your eyes darting over him to burn how you had your professor sitting on your bed burned into your memory.

As your eyes found his, you slowly began to remove your shirt and Sunghoon’s eyes never left yours. You gulped as you discarded your shirt somewhere leaving you in your bra as you took off your pants.

He was trying everything in his willpower to not look anywhere else besides your eyes as you were removing your last piece of clothing. When you kicked your pants off somewhere in your room, you were now left in your undergarments only.

Sunghoon who witnessed it, couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that you, his student, his favorite student actually, was now crawling onto his lap.

He gulped as his hands unconsciously grabbed your hips as you positioned yourself right on top of him. He let out a deep groan feeling your clothed core right above his hard on.

You gasped feeling him against you, even though he was restraint through his pants, you could still his imprint. You slowly rocked your hips to rub yourself against him, letting desperate whines leave your mouth for him.

This was not how either of you expected your Christmas to go.

But nevertheless, Sunghoon couldn’t take it anymore. He flipped you onto your back and you let out a shocked squeal at how easily he did that but your mind went blank as he removed his shirt and your jaw dropped.

You knew Sunghoon had muscles, you could tell by the way his shirts would fit around him during class but you didn’t realize just how sculpted his body was. Your eyes trailed over him and you felt your heart pounding against your chest.

But you were disrupted from your thought as he dove straight into your neck to leave wet open kisses.

You moaned softly feeling his lips, his hands roaming higher up your body until they found your breast. He unclasped your bra with ease and freed your mounds before attaching his lips onto your left one, sucking and kissing your already harden nipple and having his free hand to pinch your right one.

You jolted harshly at the sensation on both of your nipples and you could feel his smirk against your body.

His tongue glided over your sensitive nipple making you whimper loudly, fingers pinching them before rubbing his thumb over it to soothe the nerves. He removed his lips from your boob, bringing his lips onto yours. You grabbed his wrist as his hands held your boobs as he flushed himself against you.

You felt the poke against your clothed core and as embarrassing as it was, you almost came right then and there.

You don’t remember the last time you ever got with someone, too focused on school (and secretly your professor) that you didn’t even have time to take care of yourself.

You rubbed yourself against his leg that laid between your legs and he grinned in the kiss as he bit your lips harshly causing you to squeal.

“Such a fucking slut. Can’t even wait for me to fuck you that you’re already rubbing your soaking pussy against me” Sunghoon grabbed your chin forcing you to look down on the leg you were grinding on and the wet patch you left behind

“Rubbing me like some bitch in heat” You whimpered at his words and you shook your head trying to prove yourself but your actions spoke other wise

All you knew were praises but hearing such belittling words from your professor only made you wetter and you desperately needed him inside of you. “Please Mr. Park plea-” But you didn’t expect him to squish your face in his hand as he forced you to look at him

His harsh lust filled gaze send a wave down to your already dripping self. “Call me sir”

Your throat went dry, never using such nicknames before. But you heard the sternness of his voice which only fueled you even more. “S-sir” You tested the foreign nickname on your tongue for the first time and hearing it fall from your lips went straight to his cock

Having the top student sprawled beneath him begging for him did wonders on his mind. But he wasn’t going to give in that easily.

“Come on, I know you can do better than that. I need words, what do you want me to do?” Sunghoon teased as he already knew exactly what you wanted

But something about having you beg for him riled him up. Just because it was you didn’t mean you were easily going to get what you wanted from him.

“Sir please” Your voice full of desperation, “I-I need you inside of me. Need you to feel you. Want you to fill me up with your cock, I need you” You chocked out in whines and Sunghoon smirked seeing you wither before him

“Such a good little slut” He kissed the side of your face making you squeal, and you finally heard the unbuckling his belt and your heart raced

You looked down to see him freeing his harden cock which sprung out, hitting his abdomen and your jaw dropped seeing his size. This was nothing compared to what you thought it was when you were rubbing yourself against him.

You clearly underestimated your professors size and he noticed, “Oh don’t tell me you thought I was small. Come on, give me some credit” He smirked noticing you gulping nervously as you were amazed by his size

Your hands went to admire him and he groaned when your hands wrapped around him with a daze in your eyes. He closed his eyes as you softly pumped him almost causing him to throw his head back from the sheer pleasure.

With the faintest touches, you were already sending him into an overdrive. He doesn’t know if it’s because it’s been so long since he’s last been with someone like this or if it was because his deep hidden forbidden desires were being fulfilled by the only person in his mind, you.

His eyes clamped harder when he felt your hand go lower to fiddle with his aching balls that have been waiting months to be released.

“You’re so heavy” You mumbled at the observation and you noticed his angry tip leaking precum

You knew how bad your thoughts were in that moment, but you needed him to rearrange your whole intestines.

Your hands brought him over your stomach to measure just how deep he would be inside of you and you nervously gulped seeing how far deep he would be, “I don’t know if you’re gonna fit…”

Sunghoon murmured a soft ‘fuck’ under his breath seeing just how deep he would be inside of you, he almost lost control and rammed into you to make you dumb and only think about his cock.

But he knew you were right, he didn’t even know himself if he could fit inside of you.

“Then we’ll make it fit. You’ll be a good girl and take it right? Take all of me and everything I give you?” You looked up to him with doe eyes and Sunghoon needed to ruin you as you innocently nodded your head

He hummed pleased with your nod before having his fingers play with the fabric of your panties, noticing how it clung to your wetness as he peeled them off you painfully slow.

The more you were becoming exposed to him, the more you were growing shy and when he finally removed your panties, you unconsciously covered your bare self with your hands.

Sunghoon smack his tongue against his teeth before moving your hands away to admire you in all your glory. He saw how your soaked core gleamed with your arousal and he was captivated by you. He took a moment to appreciate you and your cheeks burned as his gaze never left your gaping hole.

“Perfect, absolutely perfect” He mumbled to himself before holding himself in his hands, giving himself a few pumps before dragging his tip across your wet self in a teasing manner, his precum and your arousal smearing together making the most beautiful scene in front of him.

Your hole clenched around nothing as he tapped his tip against your empty hole that begged to be filled and destroyed by him.

But you whined impatiently as he replaced his aching cock with his slender fingers. Even though, he desperately wanted to just be inside you, he knew he would split you in half and not in the good way if he didn’t prep you.

You bit your lip as you felt his fingers graze over your wetness and you looked down to see Sunghoon in a daze as he watched you coat his fingers.

You were going to say something but you gasped when you suddenly felt his finger enter you without any warning. He hissed at your tightness as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you. Your body melted into your mattress from his finger alone.

Sunghoon soon entered a second finger, stretching you out a little more. You let out soft moans and it was like music to his ears. His fingers painfully dragged in and out as his thumb found a resting point on your clit.

The slow circles on your sensitive bud made your body jolt as the moans became louder and heavier. You felt the familiar knot in your stomach and right when it was going to snap, Sunghoon ripped his hand away.

You frustratedly whined that your close orgasm was ripped from you. Sunghoon chuckled seeing your frustrated state as small tears filled the corner of your eyes, daring to fall.

You saw as he stuck the fingers that were just inside of you inside him mouth as he hummed wildly tasting you for the first time.

“You taste so sweet baby” The endearing nickname filled your ears and mind as your frustration melted away as your heart warmed

But that didn’t last too long as it quickly overshadowed by the desperate need for him. “S-Sir p-please” You broke out in a whimper and Sunghoon cooed you as he rubbed your cheek softly

“You’ve been doing so well, I’m so proud of you baby” He tried to calm down your sniffled self as he grabbed his cock in his hand before dragging his tip across your pussy again before protruding your hole with his tip

Your mouth fell slack as you could feel him slipping in as he hissed by how tight you were. Your mind was already sent into a drunken dazed by the stretch you’ve never felt before.

He let out a broken chuckle as he saw your expression, “You’re already gone and I only gave you a taste of my tip” He continued to ease his way in, the clench making it difficult for him

“B-Big” You admitted breathlessly the moment he finally made it halfway

The two of you panted heavily feeling the undeniable pain but pleasurable stretch as Sunghoon nearly lost himself in the hold you had on his cock.

He gave you sometime to adjust as he rubbed a hand on your hips to help your shuddering and after a few moments you gave him a weak nod to keep going.

As he kept moving deeper into you, your gasp only grew louder, your hands resting on his shoulder as your fingertips dug into his shoulders.

He hissed feeling your fingertips in his shoulders but he continued to slowly push through. With each passing second, tears fell down your face and Sunghoon kissed your tears away.

“I know baby, I know. You can take it. I promise it’ll feel so good” You whimpered as you wrapped your arm around him to hold him close to your aching body

He finally bottomed out and the two of you let out a heavy shudder trying to get use to the taste the new forbidden heaven.

“You’re so pretty baby. So damn pretty” He praised you hoping it helped ease you and it did to a certain extent

The stretch was undeniably delicious and when lightly tapped his back, a sign for him to move, he smiled weakly, giving shallow thrust at first.

From his first thrust, you felt a new side of pleasure you never felt before. No one ever being able to make you feel like this till this day. You just never expected the one to show you this new world of pleasure would be your own professor.

You moaned as you held him close to you as he found a spot in the crook of your neck. The noises you tried to contain became loose in his ears when he began to pick up pace as his tip started to kiss your cervix with each thrust which you didn’t even know was possible.

“F-fuck baby. Gonna fuck you so good” He gruntled against your neck as he soon found a pace that made you fall apart on his cock

His pelvis met with your clit from the close proximity and you were seeing stars. “M-Mr- Sun-Hoo-Sir” Your mind didn’t know what to call Sunghoon in this moment

“How often did you think about your professor’s cock ramming into you? Bet you waited for the day to lure me into your bed just so that I can fuck you like the slut you are” Sunghoon spewed the brewing thoughts in his head

“E-every d-day Sung…H-hoon” You managed to moan out as the friction against your clit made you unintentionally tighten around Sunghoon’s hammering cock inside of you and the two of you were falling apart from the pleasure.

“Just like that, say my fucking name from your pretty mouth” Sunghoon pulled away from his spot on your neck to look at your sprawled body as he gripped your sides to slam his hips harsher against yours. “Nothing in that pretty head of yours but my name”

You knocked your head back as you tightly gripped your sheets, trying to hold in your sounds as best as you could but Sunghoon wouldn’t allow that. He rubbed his fingers over your swollen clit causing you to scream and cover your mouth surprised by the loud noise that left your mouth.

“Let the whole neighborhood know who’s fucking you this good. Let them hear you moan and whine like the slut you are for your professor’s cock” You were beyond the edge as his hips snapped against yours, your body jolting into the mattress with each of his thrust

And he loved the scene before him, the way your breast bounced from his harsh thrust, how your head was thrown back and your mouth was wide open with nothing but calls of his name and moans leaving it.

You arched your back sending a new shock of pleasure over you and Sunghoon’s managed to somehow go even deeper with the new angle as he held your lower back to keep your back arched as he continued to pound into you like you were his own toy.

“Clo-Close s-ir” You whined as you could feel the familiar knot forming in your stomach again. “Please! ‘m g-gonna come”

“Then come for me” Sunghoon voice was hot against your ringing ears and that was the push you needed before a tidal wave of pleasure crashed over you

You moaned loudly and Sunghoon groaned feeling you tightened around him from your climax and he noticed how you tried to pull away from him due to the simulation of his slipping cock in you.

You thought it was over as you panted tiredly and he slowed down his pace. But your legs were suddenly thrown over his shoulders as your body was pressed deeper into the mattress before he picked up his pace again.

You let out a loud sound, clawing at your sheets from the stimulation as your mind reeled from his brutal pace on your hole.

“We’re not done until I dump all of my cum inside you like my own personal cumdump” With the mention of the new nickname, you clamped down harder on him and he smirked feeling your reaction to his degrading words

“Oh? You like being your professor’s cumdump? You like knowing that you’ll be full of my cum so deep inside you, don’t you slut?”

“Yes yes yes” You blabbed as Sunghoon’s pace never let up as your pussy only continued to suck him in. “Gonna milk me for all my worth” Sunghoon groaned, feeling his own high rising

When you felt his cock twitch inside of you, you knew he was close. You clamped harder down on him wanting to stay true to his words. You were going to milk him for all his worth.

“Fuck! Tightening around me like that” Sunghoon panted as his head landed against your ear, Sunghoon’s thrust meeting your skin harshly that you swore there were would be bruising left

“Want all of it” Your voice was like a siren to him and Sunghoon knew exactly what you were referring to and he smirked proudly

“You want my cum that badly?” Your weak nods were sent straight to his ragging cock but suddenly he pulled out of you, making you feel empty

You whined loudly at the sudden emptiness, “Hoonie” The foreign nickname dragged out of your mouth and Sunghoon froze hearing it

He never knew such a nickname could make his heart flip and slowly have a power to conquer over him. He was going to need you to call him that forever.

He quickly lined himself back to your gaping hole before ramming his cock back into you with one thrust causing all air to be knocked out of you.

His pace was even more brutal as he used you like his own personal fleshlight. “H-Hoonie” You called out again and his mind was stuck on filling you up. He kept muttering soft ‘fucks’ and ‘just like that’ as he kept using your hole

But when he slowed down his pace suddenly after being so harsh and sloppy, you were going to complain before feeling such sharp thrust into you, jolting your body forwards until you felt hot spurts of his cum shoot deep inside you as Sunghoon rode out his high.

Sunghoon was telling the truth about filling you up as he gave a few more strokes inside of you to make sure his cum remained deep inside of you before painfully pulling out. He huffed, feeling the pressure of you finally releasing him and you whimpered feeling empty without him.

Sunghoon rubbed your sides as he admired your face shining in an afterglow he left you in. He smiled tiredly, planting kisses on your face. “You did so well baby, my good girl” His praises made you clench around nothing which forced his and your mix of cum to spill out of you

Sunghoon’s eyes traveled down and he was blessed that he did because he witnessed the most dazzling scene he had ever watched.

“You’re so fucking beautiful baby” He murmured as he pulled away from your sore body, creasing your inner thigh as he admired his work

You shivered feeling the sudden cold without his warmth on your body, your eyelids becoming heavy but your mouth fell open when his finger scooped around your messy pussy before sliding the mess back in.

“Don’t want to let it go to waste” Sunghoon hummed pushing his cum back deep into you, right where it was meant to be in

✎ᝰ。

Now in the present time. You made your way to Sunghoon’s office, having a bounce to your steps. As you walked through the campus, many people from students to the dean of the university happily greeted you as you passed by.

You were happy to wave back to them before finally reaching the destination you wanted to be at in the first place. You softly knocked on Sunghoon’s office door and it was almost as if he knew it was you(he did).

When he gave you the all clear to enter, you opened the door to peak your head inside before bringing in the rest of your body and Sunghoon swirled in his chair to face you as you walked in. Sunghoon had his rimless clear glasses hanging from his nose, a paper in hand with his white button sleeves folded up to his forearms, the watch you gifted him as a late birthday present gleamed on his wrist under the warm dim lighting and a few of the buttons undone from his shirt.

It was near the end of the day and the university was clearing up as faculty members and students finally left after finishing another tired filled day.

But unlike you, it was no surprise that people would see you staying behind to ‘study’ when in reality 5 times out of the week, you’re finding your way to Sunghoon’s office for the ‘briefings’ the two of you had established after that blissful night on Christmas day.

“Good evening Mr. Park” You greeted him formally but as you closed the door making sure to lock it, you went over to your favorite professor desk, dropping your bag on the chair in front of his desk as you went over to give him a kiss which he happily accepted

“Hi baby” He murmured in the kiss having missed your presence even though he saw you earlier that morning for the morning lecture

But that was never enough for him, he could only discreetly glance across the lecture hall as you attentively paid attention to his lesson.

He softly placed a hand on the back of your head to keep you against his lips for a moment longer before finally pulling away.

When he pulled away, he saw the dopey grin you had and his heart swelled. You went to grab your discarded bag on the chair before dragging the lonely chair in the corner of Sunghoon’s office that he reserved just for you and grabbed your laptop and all the papers you needed.

Sunghoon adjusted his own papers to accommodate your stuff now clamoring his desk just like how he always did for you.As you made yourself comfortable, you and Sunghoon stayed in comfortable silence as the two of you worked on your respective tasks.

This was how it usually starts whenever you came to visit your favorite professor for ‘debriefings’.

However, if it were to go further than this, it always depended on if either of you were in the mood (which was almost always) and who would initiate it first.

Sunghoon narrowed his eyes reading over a paper that made absolutely no sense, his hand slipped onto your thigh, giving a light squeeze when he saw yet another error on the paper.

You didn’t even flinch in the slightest from the squeeze, already used to it as you continued to type away on your laptop trying to submit something that was not even due until 2 weeks from now, but you always loved being ahead of the game.

You slightly tilted your head confused when you received an email but when you opened it, you silently squealed happily which caught Sunghoon’s attention.

He peeled his gaze away from the paper onto you who was smiling widely at your laptop screen. You could feel his questioning gaze and you faced him showing off your beautiful smile as you turned the laptop around for him to read the email you received.

He read the email with a stoic face but a small smile soon rose to his face when he finished. In the email it stated that you were the top student to receive the highest marks in the past semester finals.

“Congratulations baby” Your heart swelled to Sunghoon’s praise as you cheekily smiled, feeling proud of the achievement you accomplished yet again

“Last semester was a little harder so I’m surprised I placed first again” You admitted but you melted when Sunghoon soon creased your face feeling just how ultimately proud he was

“You achieved it because you deserved it, don’t ever doubt yourself” You rubbed your cheek against his hand, the smile still on your face and Sunghoon quickly put the paper in hand down and carefully pulled you onto his lap

You squeaked when you landed on his lap as he continued to crease your face as he stared at you with pure admiration. “So proud of my baby” He murmured as he planted softly kisses against your arm

You giggled the moment his mouth came to contact with your skin and you could feel his smile to your giggles, his arms snaking around your body, holding you firm on his lap.

“You deserve a reward don’t you? For such an achievement” He spoke as he looked to you and you shyly nodded your head because no matter how many times you were in this position you will still feel butterflies in your stomach

“I have to meet some deadlines this afternoon so give me a few minutes okay?” Your smile soon turned to a slight frown but you nodded your head in understanding

Sunghoon’s heart shattered seeing the frown on your face and he immediately offered something to help ease you until he could properly give you the treatment you deserve.

“Come sit on me mhm? Just to bay your aching self” You immediately perked at Sunghoon’s alternative and you were quick to start unbuckling his belt

He chuckled lowly seeing just how eager you were as you pulled your own pants down. “It’s almost as if you only work hard to get things from me” He joked, he knows it wasn’t true, you were naturally a hard worker but he liked to teased

When you pulled out his cock from his pants, you nearly salivated forgetting just how much you loved it. You saw how it softly twitched in your hand as it was slowly hardening. You smiled softly before pulling your panties to the side, you didn’t expect to need any prep because of the amount of arousal leaking out of you just by his praises alone.

You teased his growing angry tip with your hole and you slightly hisses thinking you would’ve been able to take it without prep but you overestimated yourself.

Sunghoon saw how your face contorted from the sudden stretch you thought you could handle and at first he was going to help you but as he saw you struggled to take him, he decided to let you take the lead.

His hands found their way to your hips to help steady yourself as you finally began to sink on him. Your soft gasp and whimpers and the way you clenched around him fueled Sunghoon to the moon. He tried to control himself from throwing everything off his desk to absolutely pound into you.

But he remembered he only offered you to sit on him until he finishes his work to meet his deadlines, but he was foolish to not think of his own being in this matter. He was snapped out of his thoughts when you bottomed out, you and him slightly hissing, you at the stretch and Sunghoon from the clench.

He rubbed circles on your hips. “You okay baby?” His words made you weakly nod, resting your forehand with his

He closed his eyes to be in the moment of having you in his arms, you wrapped so intimately around him. He soon found your lips with his as he gave you a loving kiss which you reciprocated with ease. You hummed happily in his kiss as your hands held the side of his face.

“I have to finish my deadline baby” Sunghoon told in between the kiss but you didn’t want to let him go just yet

“Five more minutes please” You pleaded as you pulled away and he couldn’t say no to you, he grabbed the back of your nape before brining your lips back onto his

You smiled happily in the kiss as you continued to sit on his lap, feeling his cock twitch every now, desperately wanting to move but not able to just yet.

When he pulled away from the kiss, your lips chased after his for a few more seconds and he smiled warmly at your actions.

“The quicker I finish this, the quicker I’m yours” He soothed your hips and ass that stayed pressed against him

You sighed heavily before turning around, you and him gasping at the small friction created, craving more but both of knocking yourself out of that haze.

You faced your back towards him as you poorly dragged your laptop to continue working.

Sunghoon weakly smiled before grabbing the discarded paper he was grading, before adjusting his glasses up his nose bridge as he continued reading over it.

A casual debriefing with your favorite professor.

✎ᝰ。

“Today you will be working in pairs for the assignment. Choose your partner carefully” Sunghoon announced dismissing the students that were quick to mingle with one another to see who would be willingly to be their partners

You remained sitting at your seat before placing your headphones on and beginning to tap away at your keyboard having the intent to finish the assignment quickly wanting to take a nap before going on the rest of your day.

You worked alone on every group or paired assignment Sunghoon assigned as he deemed it unfair how people would only pair up with you to have the intentions of taking advantage of your intelligence to get themselves a high mark.

So Sunghoon didn’t allow others to pair up with you which bothered you at first but you soon enjoyed it as you were able to go at the pace you wanted and complete the assignment the way you wanted to.

As you happily typed away searching through the textbook with your music playing. You were too engrossed in the assignment that you were brought back to reality when you felt a faint tap on your shoulder.

You looked away from your laptop to see a guy you’ve never seen before. His mouth was moving but you couldn’t hear him, you pulled on the side of your headphone away from your ear to listen.

“Oh I was speaking to you when you had headphones in, I’m sorry” He rambled out the apology as he nervously fiddled with his fingers, you could hear the hint of some type of accent in his voice as you waved him off to not worry about it

“I’m sorry to bother you, I just saw that you were working alone and I was wondering if you would like to partner up with me” The guys shyly asked as he rubbed his nape awkwardly waiting for your response

“I’m Jake by the way, I didn’t introduce myself earlier” The said Jake guy smiled and you gave a heartfelt smile in return “And you are?“

Your eyes widen at his question, Jake didn’t know who you were. But instead of being offended as others thought you would be if people didn’t know you were, it felt like a breath of fresh air.

You were so used to people having exceptions for you and you didn’t mind them knowing that it’s how you presented yourself but it was nice to know someone who was oblivious to who you were.

You introduced yourself to Jake and he continued to give you a kind smile before asking if he could take the seat next to you. You decided to indulge in this waif of fresh air in the form of Jake just a little, you had a good feeling that he wouldn’t be using you just to get a high mark.

However, you didn’t realize the piercing gaze that shot towards you from the professor’s podium. Sunghoon gripped the side of the podium tightly that he might’ve left indents but he didn’t care.

Seeing you suddenly became all chatty with someone set something ugly in him. The way you were smiling at the guy who awfully took a seat close to you made something in him rot. Why were you smiling like that?

Yet, Sunghoon found it even more sickening that his students took notice the new pair of you and Jake. They knew Sunghoon’s rule that no one was allowed to pair up with you to provide fairness which was half true so why wasn’t he applying the rule onto Jake? He wondered that himself but he saw how you looked relaxed in his presence and he decided to let you have your little fun.

What was supposed to be a paired project that took up the whole class, was completed by you and Jake not even 30 minutes later after assigning it and that bothered Sunghoon greatly.

You were laughing at something Jake said as you were walking up to Sunghoon’s desk and when you reached it, you immediately knew something was off. Instead of raising his head to give you his undivided attention like always, he didn’t bother to look up.

He kept his gaze down at his desk that was scattered with papers and he only motioned for you lay the paper down at the corner of the desk instead of handing it to him to grade immediately.

Your stomach churned as you noticed Sunghoon was treating you differently today. He didn’t utter a single remark to you on how you finished early and only remained silent.

You stayed frozen for a moment in shock to his new behavior towards you but he didn’t seem to care in the slightest and this made your heart hurt.

Jake faintly called your name to garner your zoned attention and when you finally began peeling yourself away from his desk, Sunghoon finally called out your name.

You turned almost immediately that you hoped no one noticed. You saw Sunghoon skimming through yours and Jake’s completed paper, his grimace growing by the second.

“Please meet me in my office later to discuss your performance in my class” Sunghoon said before placing the paper back down, letting out a disappointed sigh as he adjusted his glasses

Your heart dropped. You could only aimlessly nod your head as your mind reeled with questions and worry.

“Uh do you need to see me as well Mr. Park?” Jake chimed in and Sunghoon didn’t even dare to look at Jake and shook his head

“No, this only concerns her. She is the top student and it would pain the whole university to see her slip up” Sunghoon’s words cut through you like a knife and you tried to hold back the tears that burned your eyes

You hated when you were talked down upon, especially when it came to your academics and Sunghoon knew that perfectly well.

✎ᝰ。

You softly knocked on Sunghoon’s office door at the usual time for the ‘debriefings’ and he called you in with a tone that you had never heard before. You struggled to swallow down as you stepped into his office and having to be on the receiving end of Sunghoon’s harsh gaze.

It was as if your brain went into autopilot as you fell into you usual routine whenever you were in his office. You closed the door behind you, making sure it’s locked, dropping your bag on the chair in front of his desk and going over to his side to give him a kiss.

But right when you were going to kiss him, Sunghoon jerked away from you adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. You blinked unexpected by his actions as the unease started to settle in your stomach more as you stared at him as he motioned for to sit but not in your usual seat reserved for you.

Forced to sit in the seat that he made everyone else sit on. You could feel your heart crawling to your throat as your heavy steps took you to the chair in front of him, grabbing your bag before placing it on your lap.

“Do you know I asked for you here?” Sunghoon raised an eyebrow as he rested his elbow on his desk

Your eyes shifted from him and onto your lap as you fiddled with your fingers and you could hear his heavy sigh at your lack of response. “Well you should’ve checked your work before submitting it to me” He told

Your eyes widen as it finally registered in your mind. You made to triple check the work before submitting it to Sunghoon and you knew it was correct. But hearing it from his harsh tones made your eyes watered with tears as you believed his words that you were in fact slipping up.

Sunghoon noticed your demeanor dropping at his words and he wanted to ease your growing frantic self, always despising seeing you like this as he knew you took your academics very seriously, but a greater rage burned him that made him overlook you.

“You know we take academic here very serious, especially yours. Do you know how much it pained me to give you a failing grade on the assignment?” Your jaw dropped as you let out a shivered breath

You’ve never failed an assignment before so hearing that that you received your very first failing grade especially it being from Sunghoon’s class made your world crash down.

You stared at him with fear spreading across your face and you almost broke down right then and there.

“I-I failed it?” Your voice was shaky as you tried to keep your composure as you stared to Sunghoon with teary eyes

Of course you didn’t actually fail the assignment, you excelled in it like you always did. However, Sunghoon was so bothered that most of the answers weren’t in your handwriting but rather by someone else’s, your partner, Jake.

It aggravated him skimming over the paper seeing the doodles he usually loves smeared with someone else’s doodles along side yours.

There were signs of multiple tic tac toe rounds on the paper with little notes saying ‘I win’ or ‘You lose’ in your handwriting that was responded to by Jake’s writing of ‘I’ll win next round’ or ‘I’ll destroy you’.

I’ll destroy you.

Sunghoon wanted to burn the paper to atoms acting like it never existed in the first place but he couldn’t do that. He had to put the grade in for his favorite student.

“It breaks my heart to put the grade in” Sunghoon sighed but you quickly weeped in pure desperation

“Sunghoon it’ll drop my grade down, it’ll cause my overall GPA to drop! Please don’t put it in. I’ll do anything! Just please don’t put it in the grade book” Your sniffled pleas set something off in Sunghoon as he saw the tears spilling from your eyes, in his eyes you were the prettiest crier

“Anything?” Sunghoon raised an eyebrow and you quickly got up from the seat and dropped yourself down to your knees in front of him as you stared up to him with teary eyes

It wasn’t your first time being in this position, but it was the first time that you were doing this in order to avoid a failing grade. But you simply couldn’t afford it.

Sunghoon got up from his chair before crouching to meet at your level. “Aw my good girl knows just what to do” He hummed warmly as you lips quivered from held back sobs

He wiped your tears away with his thumb with a sinister look in his eye before taking place back in his chair as he manspread in front of you, waiting for you to crawl to him.

You felt humiliated having to do this but your grade was at stake and you couldn’t allow a slip up, you needed to make sure everyone was aware that you still and forever will be the top student.

As you kneeled before Sunghoon, he tried to suppress the smirk daring to grow on his face. You looked absolutely perfect before him and just like Jake’s words. “I’ll destroy you baby” He softly murmured creasing the side of your face, a sign of endearment instead of the cold stoic felling he was showing you beforehand

As you fondled with his belt and slacks in order to bring them to his mid thigh just enough for you to pull out his heavy cock that leaked with precum at the tip.

You knew what you needed to do as you began softly stroking his cock with your hands. Sunghoon groaned lowly as he watched your hands wrap around his cock before moving up and down dragging out the movements. “Better start working faster than that baby”

You replaced your hands with your mouth as dragged your tongue from the base all the way to his tip’s slit. Sunghoon threw his head back letting a rubble erupt from his chest as you began to leave feather kisses at his tip before opening your mouth to suck him.

As your mouth began to close around him, he closed his eyes forgetting just how wonderful your mouth was to him. “Damnit baby” His breathless pants continued as you bobbed your head up and down trying to find the pace that always set him on the edge

You tried to swallow him whole as you managed to bottom him out, feeling him in the back of your throat. You gagged trying to hold your place there as much as you could before ripping yourself away for air.

You panted heavily with a string of saliva connecting your lips to Sunghoon’s cock and he smirked widely at this. You gulped still trying to catch your breath before connecting your lips back onto his tip as your tongue swirled around, trying to clean him from all the precum.

You looked up to him to see him staring at you as if you were the only person left in the world. You maintained eye contact with him as you sucked, the wet noises filling his office.

Sunghoon’s mind reeled in the feeling of your mouth as he let out breathless grunts and groans as he felt your hands fondling with his aching balls as you continued to suck him for all his worth. As he was getting lost in the sensation his hands instinctively came to the top of your head as he began to buck his hips into your mouth. “You’d let me fuck your pretty mouth won’t you?”

You gagged as his cock slipped deeper into your throat, spit forming at the side of your mouth as you weakly nodded your head and that was all Sunghoon needed to use your throat.

He adjusted himself, feeling how you became pliant in his hands as he bobbed your head and down his length to meet his harsh thrust. You placed your hands on his knees, gagging loudly as tears burned your eyes more as Sunghoon continued to use your mouth for his own pleasure.

“Just like that baby, fuck. You’re so perfect for me” He groaned out, you weren’t able to respond as he continued to use your mouth and you could tell he was already close as his thrust became more frantic chasing his release

After a few more harsh thrust, his seed spilled in your throat and he groaned loudly as he pulled you away to have his cum shoot onto your face and shirt.

When Sunghoon finally came down from his high, he was breathing heavily trying to come back from the high of the mind goggling head you always give him but he saw the sight in front of him.

Your face and shirt stained with his release as you looked to him with doe eyes and he grabbed your jaw forcing you to open to see if you swallowed the little remnants you got before he pulled away.

He stroked your face lovingly as he saw that there was nothing left behind. He scooped the spurts of cum on your face with his finger and bringing it to your mouth. You knew what he wanted and you gave it him as you sucked his finger clean.

Sunghoon brought you up from your knees to bring you into a rough kiss. The kiss was reverent as his hold on you was tight. “Gonna make sure you don’t remember your name, let alone that fuckass partner of yours” Sunghoon gruff out before flipping you over his desk where student’s paper were soon scattered everywhere

Hearing his words made you realized that his behavior stemmed from unnecessary jealousy caused by Jake. You were surprised seeing just how jealous he got and it sent a wave straight down to your aching heat.

Yet, you shirked when the cold air suddenly hit your bare bottom “You soaked right through your panties” Sunghoon’s finger grazed your drenching core “You’re so wet… Just for me right baby?” You lambently nodded your head, losing yourself in the small friction

“All for you” You breathed out and before you realized, Sunghoon was already sinking into you. You gasped loudly at the unexpected intrusion, feeling the familiar stretch of his cock breaking you

“H-hoon!” You whimpered as you tried to get accustomed to the burn but Sunghoon didn’t listen to your pleas as he already began to move in your tight hole

“Sucking me in so good” Sunghoon chuckled as you gripped the ends of his desk feeling your body jolting from his shallow thrust “Hoonie” You strained out a moan but he was quick to send a spank to your ass

“That’s not my name- damnit no matter how many times I split you open you’re still so tight” He let out as he fully sunk in, groaning at how tight you were clenching around him

And without anytime for you catch your breath from the familiar stretch, he was already slipping in and out of you as he was soon finding a fast rhythmic pace that had you seeing stars.

The office filled with your moans and sound of skin slapping, “S-sir please faster” You whined knowing that you shouldn’t have asked for something you couldn’t handle but you were already too beyond any rational thinking

“You wanna get fucked like the slut you are? Is that why you were practically flirting with him? Just to get my attention so that I can bend you over my desk and breed your pussy?” His fingers dug into your hips as he started to pound into you with no remorse, his tip bruising your cervix and you could feel the wind knocked out of you as you became a moaning mess

“Answer me slut” He gave another smack to your ass and you groaned at the stinging sensation, trying to form any sort of coherent words

“Y-yes- Breed me” Your few words only soared Sunghoon’s pride as he wrapped his bicep around your head to press your body against his as you threw your head back, your whines filling his ears

“Cream on my cock baby, just like how you were molded to” The noise in his office were beyond obscene, the wet noises mixing in with the skin on skin and his degrading words made you dizzy

Sunghoon could tell you were close as you were clenching around him tighter and tighter until you came all over his ramming cock. You moaned loudly as he helped you ride out your high but instead of slowing down, he only continued faster.

You tried to claw at his forearms in hopes for him to slow down as you felt your knees giving out on you and if not for him holding you up by his biceps, you would’ve fallen to the ground. You were beyond overstimulated but Sunghoon didn’t care as he continued to chase his own high.

“Fucking slut wanted to get fucked so badly… Had to do anything- S-shit! Just to get my attention” Your mouth stayed opened as all noises fell from it as your mind became hazy from the overstimulation, his relentless thrust and the headlock he had you in

You were too far gone but deep down, you wouldn’t be mad if he decided to fuck you like this every time. “S-sir” You chanted out nonstop

“What was your partner’s name? Tell me” Your body kept moving with his thrust and you could feel yourself losing it, “I asked for his name slut” And you know you shouldn’t have responded, you should’ve acted oblivious but you wanted to add fuel to the blaring fire

“Ja-Ja..k-“ You couldn’t even finish saying Jake’s name as Sunghoon’s headlock tighten around you and somehow his pace only become even more animalistic than what it already was. You held back a scream as you could feel a second wave of your orgasm building up.

“Say his name again and see what the fuck happens” Sunghoon warned before letting you out of his headlock having you body fall forward onto his desk as his hand pressed against your back to keep you there as his freehand had it’s fingers immediately find their way to your swollen clit begging for attention

You squealed as he rubbed your clit before adding tight pinches causing you to only thought of him, Sunghoon, Sir, Hoon, Hoonie, your favorite professor, Mr. Park.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt your second orgasm crash over your stimulated body. “Shit baby shit, just… Ahh- a little more. Gonna breed this pussy the way it was meant to”

‘You’ll remember who can only do this to you” Sunghoon started rambling, “I’m the only one that breed your pussy this good” His thrust became sloppy and you could feel his cock twitching inside you.

And when he gave the final harsh thrust, jolting your body forward causing some papers to fall off his desk, you whimpered feeling his hot release spurt into you, painting your velvet wall all white of him.

Sunghoon gave a few more painful thrust to make sure he fucked his cum deep into you before pulling out. You whined feeling suddenly empty without him inside you.

Sunghoon saw how your mixed released dripped down your thigh and he admired the scene. How ruined you were because of him. His finger scooped up the falling cum only to shove it back into your gaping hole, you whimpered at the intrusion of his fingers but he gave pepper kisses on your back.

“Shh it’s okay” He hummed before carefully peeling your body off his desk that was now an even more of a mess

The afterglow you had could be seen from miles away and Sunghoon smiled warmly as he brought your sensitive body toward him to cradle you as he sat in his chair with you on his lap. “You did so good baby, took everything I gave you”

You relished in the praise but it soon creeped back into your mind of why this had happened in the first place. “F-fail?” Was all you could murmur and Sunghoon cooed at you before softly slipping his fingers over your body towards your overstimulated clit

Your body jolted from his fingers as you whined shaking your head, trying to peel his fingers away from your swollen bud not able take anymore but Sunghoon shook his head.

“You can give me another one baby, I know you can” You whimpered as your attempt were futile as his fingers began rubbing over the bud in a painfully slow circular motion “Let me take care of you. Then we can see if you still failed or not”

✎ᝰ。

When you finally made it back home that night after being dropped off by Sunghoon who made sure to give you an extra longer of a kiss at your front door, you landed straight onto your bed, absolutely exhausted from the rounds Sunghoon had put you through.

You always forget how high his stamina is and you know unlocked another level of his stamina by ten folds that only shined when his jealousy was through the roof.

You weakly pulled out your phone to see a message wishing you a goodnight and hope that you sleep well by Sunghoon and you chuckled softly to yourself, making sure to reply to him before going to check your grade for the paired assignment that you were afraid of seeing a failing grade instead of a passing one.

But with the little energy left in your body, you sat up on your bed, immediately smiling seeing the 104 percent left by Mr. Park for the paired assignment with a single comment left by him, ‘Good job’.

Even though it was simple comment, you knew it was only directed to you and not Jake (Sunghoon heavily expressed rather negative opinions about him in the car ride to yours even though Jake did no wrong).

Your heart filled to the brim seeing not only had you received full marks on the assignment, but you also received an extra 4 points just for being such a good student, his favorite student.

✎ᝰ。

Time flew by as it was soon reaching the end of the second half of the semester before going on summer break. And as time was passing, it caused an unsettling unease to rest in your heart. The ‘relationship’ you had established with Sunghoon ever since winter break only continued to blur as you didn’t know what you two even were. You knew the two of you were intimate sexually but you always became confused when it came to romantic aspect of things.

But on Sunghoon’s end he never really used words to begin with, he rather used actions to express what he was feeling for you (even if you were oblivious to them).

You didn’t realize that whenever you would complain to Sunghoon about running out of your favorite chapstick it somehow magically appeared placed at your seat with a sticky note that had written on ‘:)’ or when you felt overwhelmed about some long project that none of your other partners were working on, expecting you to do all the work, which somehow ended up with you receiving full credit while the rest of your partners received nothing.

Sunghoon loved to shower you in his affection of gift giving, ranging from something easy like flowers everyday to the latest tiffany & co. necklace and bracelet set he thought suited you the best. Whatever you could possibly think of having and wanting, he would get it for you in a flash.

But with all of his actions, it was unclear to you where his feelings lied for you.

Even though he would randomly show up at your doorstep just because he missed you and wanted to see to you which always ended up having you and him cuddle in your bed until the next morning as you both rushed to the university after sleeping past the alarms in each other’s arms.

It didn’t mean he cared about you the same way you cared about him. He could easily just be doing all of that to make sure you stick around in which he did a good job because the sheer thought of some else entering the picture and have Sunghoon leave you in the dust always kept you up at night, fear eating you from the inside out.

But your worst nightmare came true as in walked someone else, another rising star student.

She transferred last year from another prestigious university and she was known to be the top student but when she transferred, she was placed in the 5th slot of the top 5 fives students, you still remaining in the 1st slot.

It was impossible of how she didn’t hear about you. She heard praises left and right for you for simply walking by and she was curious. That’s when she realized you were the top 1 student in the entire university. That was when she was determined to achieve the top 1 spot for herself. She began in the year she transferred to bypass all of the top 3 students to secure her spot in the top 2, just below you.

When you finally heard of a rising student and how she bypassed the top 3 students in a short amount of time and was now top 2, you were impressed instead of bothered as the gap between you two was unshakeable.

But you didn’t realized how she was willing to do anything in order to take the number 1 spot from you. It was nothing personal towards you but you were the pride and joy of the university and she was simply wanted the title for herself.

So when she heard she would be sharing a class with you in the beginning of the first term, she was excited to see how both of you would perform in the hardest taught on campus by the strictest teacher Mr. Park.

She’s heard from other students taking the class that it wasn’t easy and barely anyone was able to pass it with the minimum required grade and this piqued her interest seeing how the top 1 student would succumb to the pressure in order to ensure her replacement of your high title.

But she soon realized that she was the one rather falling behind as the marks on her papers kept decreasing slowly but surely. While, you were receiving 100 percents with ease and would even receive extra credit sometimes and she was aggravated by this it.

She completely lost it when she saw the 75 percent on her paper from the paired assignment. When she glanced over to you when you received your paper only to see how you had scored a whopping 104 percent, which she didn’t know was even possible.

People congratulated you (and Jake) for being the highest mark out of the entire student body taking the course. Your wide smile as you accepted the compliments infuriated her, she wanted to wipe that smile right off your face.

And so she decided to attack the root cause, as she found herself in front of the very professor’s office that she couldn’t seem to pass with high remarks. She was hesitant on knocking, never really speaking to her professor during class especially outside of it for anything, choosing to silently struggle. She was worried Mr. Park hadn’t even paid attention to her because he had you taking his course (especially being in the same class as her).

She was living in your shadow and she was growing tired of it. She wanted to be adored by everyone just like how you were and set the curve. And hopefully talking to Mr. Park will help her achieve the little stepping stone she needed in order to determine her victory against you.

She softly knocked before overthinking anymore as she waited for a moment and that’s when she finally heard a faint ‘come in’.

Now any living being would tell you Mr. Park was undeniably attractive that it was actually sickening that someone like him existed and was teaching as a professor. She was no exception, seeing him in white button up, his jacket covering over his body as his infamous clear glasses rested perfectly on his nose bridge set an unspeakable fire in her.

“Hello Mr. Park” Her voice was unknowingly becoming smaller as his harsh gaze met her nervous ones

How you were able to approach him with such ease while everyone else struggled blew her mind but she remembered no one else was receiving 100 plus marks in his class besides you so she quickly diminished that thought.

“Good evening, I don’t believe you’ve set up an appointment or may have I missed it? Let me double check, please sit down” Sunghoon motioned to the seat in front of his desk which she accepted, she couldn’t dare tell him that she didn’t make an appointment to meet with him

She looked around his office to see it neatly done to a T expected from her professor. Her eyes caught sight of a random chair in the corner of his office. She furrowed her eyebrows but Sunghoon’s quickly brought her attention back and away from the chair.

“I don’t seem to have you down for an appointment, if you wish to discuss anything with me. Please make an appointment beforehand with the link provided in your online syllabus” Sunghoon told before brining his attention back to his work in front of him

“W-wait M-Mr. Park. I really need to talk to you, it’s important” Sunghoon stopped and placed the papers down before sighing heavily, he normally doesn’t do this but he was in a good mood since you stopped by during his lunch break just because you wanted to see him so he let it slide this one time

“This will only a one time thing. I do not excuse carelessness, if you wish to speak make an appointment on the provided schedule” Sunghoon told before motioning her to speak and she was dumb founded, all rationality left her mind

Her mind reeled as she spoke the first thing that came to her head, “Do you work out Mr. Park?” She tried to put on her best sultry voice hoping it would achieve what she wanted

Sunghoon furrowed his eyebrows and stared at her, “Excuse me?”

“Seeing the 75 on the paired assignment made me so sad and I-I just wanted to let you know that I’m willing to do anything to change my grade” She pleaded helplessly hoping that he would give into her pleas to have her grade change

He knew he was a hypocrite for his next choice of words but he didn’t need anyone else, especially when he had you. “Please remove yourself my office and I will choose to ignore such requests” Sunghoon sighed realizing what she was trying to insinuate, this wasn’t the first time someone had tried to come to him to give him whatever he ‘wanted’ in exchange to get their grade up

She pouted harshly having been denied and Sunghoon almost showed his grimace at her pout, her pout wasn’t yours. But she wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

She made her way up from the chair and Sunghoon thought she was leaving but what he didn’t expect was her to suddenly turn around and walk over to his side of the desk and drop to her knees in front of him.

He jumped back in his chair as he adjusted himself as he stared at her in shock. “What are you doing?” Sunghoon asked and she looked up to him with an attempt of doe eyes and instead of feeling aroused like she had hoped, he felt sick

He wasn’t going to do anything with anyone else. He already you and he was never going to let that go.

She put her hair into a makeshift ponytail with her hands as she blinked her eyes innocently to him as she silently was offering herself. But Sunghoon looked away from her and motioned for her to stand up “Get up” Sunghoon’s authoritative tone made her weak in her knees and she thought that he was finally caving in to her

Yet, right when she was going to stand she heard a faint knock at his office door and Sunghoon immediately recognized that knock as yours. His heart rate jumped, he took a glance towards the clock to see that you were right on time for your ‘debriefings’ and he knew this scene looked completely wrong and he couldn’t possibly have you get any wrong idea.

But Sunghoon whipped his head when she saw her shuffling under his desk and he shook his head violently as she brought a finger to her lips to shush him but he wasn’t having any of it. “I am not going to repeat myself, get up” He warned which caused her let out a loud huff which didn’t go unnoticed by you on the other side of the door,

When she was going to place the faintest kiss on his knee through his pants, he jerked his leg away before she could do so. She sadly pouted before getting up from her previous position. She had mischievous smirk on her face, believing she had won in some type of way.

She grabbed her bag from the chair as she went over to the door and right before opening it, she send a playful wink towards her professor. “Thank you again Mr. Park” She spoke as opening the door and there she saw you standing innocent and oblivious to what was happening his Sunghoon’s office

Your eyes widen in shock seeing her leave Sunghoon’s office, you never once saw her here before let alone even speak to him during class.

Her smirk grew wider seeing you before holding her head high, discreetly wiping her lips with her fingers before happily greeting you.

“Oh? What you doing here?” She innocent raised an eyebrow almost as if mocking you

“Letter recommendation” You curtly responded which was a lie, you were here for the ‘debriefings’ you and Sunghoon always had but you don’t remember him telling you that he was going to be occupied beforehand

She smiled not saying anything else as she walked past you without a goodbye. You could feel and hear the silent screams she was giving you as she left you which all lead from the very startled professor that was now in front of you at the door.

You took in his appearance, he still looked like his formal self. Still neatly dressed from head to toe, his hair still intact but that didn’t ease the unsettling pain in your chest.

“How can I help you?” Sunghoon made room for you to enter his office, trying everything in his power to remain professional

You stopped your quivering lips as you shook your head, “Nothing, I thought I needed something but I don’t need it anymore” You emptily told before turning your heel and walking away from your professor

Sunghoon was stunned as this was the first time you never stayed for the debriefings and he could feel his heart squeeze as it settled in his mind everything was far from okay. His hands turned into fist in order to prevent himself from chasing after you, not caring who would see but he needed to remind himself that he was not your boyfriend. He was just your professor, someone that you were seeing that was hopelessly head over heels for you.

✎ᝰ。

Now he expected for it to be a simple misunderstanding that he could clear up with a few messages and going over to yours. But every time he tried to even reach you, you dodged him like a plague and acted like he didn’t even exist. The daily talks and messages became shorter and shorter until you were leaving him on delivered for hours on end only to see his message and not even respond.

You stopped coming for ‘debriefings’ all together and it was if nothing had ever happened between the two of you and he was slowly losing himself the more time he went without you. He knew you ways he shouldn’t but he did, neither you or him could ever forget that no matter how hard you tried.

What starting driving him to insanity were times where he saw you leaving his class without a glance towards him a the old lingering gaze shared was long forgotten as it was replaced with you staring at Jake as you laughed and smiled at something he told you.

And he knew it was highly unprofessional of him to even think this but Sunghoon felt the urge every time to throw a punch at Jake anytime he saw you two together.

Sunghoon’s biggest fear was coming true, you leaving him when he was already in too deep. He knew he had to act quickly before it was too late and he lost the only thing that mattered in his life. He needed to bring you back to him.

✎ᝰ。

It was the last day of the semester right before summer break and after finishing all finals (with the highest mark as always) and completing the finals assignments needed to ensure to leave the two terms with ease and remaining in your spot as the top student in the university.

You haven’t spoken much to Sunghoon during the past few leading up till this day. You knew it was rather childish on your part but something in your head told you that Sunghoon no longer needed you as he was seeming to be fulfilled by someone else that wasn’t you(even though he never forgot about you once, always making sure to send messages to you every morning and night just in case one day you decide to finally answer him).

As you and Jake were leaving Sunghoon’s last lecture, he was starting to ask you something, “So I was wondering if you would-“ but he was interrupted by the call of your name from Sunghoon who motioned for you to stay behind.

You were going to ignore him but your body had a mind of its own as you bid goodbye to Jake easily before discreetly taking a gulp as you hadn’t spoken properly to him and he was finally taking initiative in person.

‘I-I’ll wait for you outside!” Jake told and you gave a quick wave back before making your way over to Sunghoon’s desk and when it was finally just the two of you, Sunghoon’s dark chuckle rippled throughout the empty lecture hall

“Meet me in my office at the usual time” But before you could muster any type of response to avoid him, he motioned for you to stop, “I said meet me in my office, that is final” You should’ve said no but you were weak for him as sighed in defeated before muttered under your breath

“Why don’t you ask her to meet you in your office…” Sunghoon heard your muttered and his eyebrows furrowed and his lips twitched

“Because I need you in my office” Sunghoon told before lowering his voice to make sure you could only hear him, “Now be a good girl and listen” His voice sent shivers up your spine and you frowned before muttering a small ‘whatever’ before walking away

He smirked, pleased with your reaction as he was realizing you were jealousy, a possessive jealousy you had over him laid in his heart nicely.

✎ᝰ。

You softly knocked on Sunghoon’s office door as you always used do and your expected hearing his usual ‘come in’. But you were surprised to see him see opening the door for you.

You stared at him in shock as he moved to make room for you to come in. You gulped and awkwardly stepped in as it finally sunk into your mind of how long it has been since you were last in Sunghoon’s office, let alone in his presence in uh a close proximity.

But your mind filled with a distraught thought of what you thought to have happened between Sunghoon and the girl during the time that you and Sunghoon weren’t personally seeing each other outside of his lectures.

You wanted to light the whole office on fire to destroy any residue that the girl could’ve possible left behind. You hated that she was inside such a sacred place to you and what you thought was for Sunghoon too.

“Why did you want to meet with me?” You were in no mood to mess around and quickly wanted to get whatever he wanted done and over with

You saw how Sunghoon closed the door and easily locked the door and you knew you were in for it. “I’ve missed you as simple as that” He truthfully told before taking strides towards you, “How come my baby has been ignoring me?“ Sunghoon brought down the cold demeanor he shows everyone besides you, only you were the only one to ever see this side, the down right bad side of Sunghoon for you

You closed your eyes and shifted your head not wanting his words to work on you. But when you felt Sunghoon’s frame from behind goosebumps filled your body as his breath fanned over the shell of your ear with his hands finding their way to your waist. “Well? Why have you been ignoring me?”

You shivered as his words cut through you and you bit your lip to prevent yourself from speaking but the way Sunghoon’s hands carefully ran up the side of your body, his breath filling your ears, you could feel yourself melting.

“You were with her, didn’t think you wanted me anymore” When Sunghoon heard your response he stopped the running of his hands and let out a scoff, how could you have possibly think that?

“Baby you’re all I ever want. I was never with her in the first place nor would I ever even think about having someone else when I have you” Sunghoon’s voice rippled in your head as you tried to finally understand what he’s been telling you from the start

“But she was in your office” You mumbled, “She wiped her lips in front of me like a mockery. She was setting her claim on you” You huffed out feeling the anger rise in you, remembering the moment that has been haunting you nonstop

“But you already made your claim on me”

“I can only hold one and I choose to hold yours” Sunghoon turned your body to fully face him and he saw how your eyes refused to meet his causing him to smile, he lifted your head up by your chin, “Baby I’m forever yours”

You finally looked to meet his eyes and you could see nothing but sincerity in them and you could feel the warmth melt into you. “You promise?” You murmured and he nodded his head

“I promise my whole life on it” You finally allowed yourself to indulge in the very thing you’ve been longing for ever since you deprived yourself of it, you grabbed his nape before bringing his lips to crash onto yours. All tension and unease melted away in the kiss and Sunghoon engulfed you in his arms as he held your body close to his

Your and his lips worked in synchronization like they were made for each other, Sunghoon tried to pour all of emotions into that kiss as it was soon growing sloppier by the minute. “What about Jake? Always saw him with you, I was losing my mind seeing the way you were smiling at him” He gasped in the kiss before moving to plant kisses onto your cheek and neck, you hummed feeling the sensation as you shook your head

“He’s just a friend, a mere distraction from you” You responded and you could feel the way Sunghoon’s grip tightened around you before chuckling against your skin

“A friend now huh? What else happened when you weren’t talking to me?” He asked, detaching himself from you to hold your hips in his hands, you could see the familiar glint in his eyes as he stared at you like a starved man

He brought his lips to whisper in your ear, “You let him fuck your used up pussy?” The degrading words made you clench around nothing and Sunghoon could feel the way you knees slightly buckled at his words

“I got you baby don’t worry” He assured you before attaching his mouth back onto your lips before sucking on your sweet spot causing you hands to tangle in his hair

“Never” You let out a breathless moan as you could feel how he nibbled on your sweet spot before soothing it by running his tongue over it

“Good girl” He gently guided your body to have your back pressed against his desk as his breath fanning yours as he rested his forehead on yours, “I missed you so much, you don’t even understand how much I did” Sunghoon tenderly held you as he softly recaptured your lips with his

You wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands rested on your hips, “Missed you too, so much” You spoke in the kiss causing your teeth to clash together as the kiss became desperate

Sunghoon broke away from the kiss to let himself softly play with the top of your pants, “Let me take care of you baby, need to show you just how important you are to me” You nodded your head with need, letting Sunghoon bring your pants and panties down all in one shot before guiding you to sit on his desk, discarding everything on it

When he caught sight of your glistening of your lips, he almost let out a groan before allowing his fingers to spread your lips apart, “So wet for me”

“H-hoonie” The nickname that was only reserved for you to use fell from your mouth as a moan

“Gonna show you that you’re all I ever need” Sunghoon told before looking into your eyes and letting his finger slipped past your slick and into you, you gasped and threw your head down.

“Always ready for whatever I give you. You’re such a good girl” He kissed the side of your face ad he pumped his finger slowly in and out of you

You whimpered as his finger alone sent you to heights that you never reached by yourself. “You’re being so good for me, you’re the best of the best. No one ever comes close to you” Sunghoon’s praises sent your heart afloat

Sunghoon slipped another finger into you and you could feel the stretch growing as you gripped his forearm, gasping loudly as he continued to move his fingers in and out of you seeing how you coated them beautifully.

He laid your body down on his desk, as he admired how finger disappeared in your hole in need. You let your head fall back onto the desk but you immediately shot your head up when you felt the contact of Sunghoon’s tongue on your clit.

Your hands unconsciously gripped on his hair as his fingers pumped out of you as his tongue flicked over your clit before giving kisses onto it. Your moans began to loudly fill the room

“Hoonie, Hoonie, Hoonie!” You chanted his name like a prayer as he continued to bring you only what he could make you feel, a wave of pleasure washed over you as you came, forcing Sunghoon’s fingers out of you as they were covered with your release

You panted heavily trying to come back from your high and Sunghoon adored the scene in front of him. He removed his glasses to softly place them onto your panting self. When you opened your eyes in confusion, you saw how he looked at you in pure awe. You looked so beautiful in his glasses, that he made a mental note to buy you a matching pair with his.

However, you couldn’t even ask him because your body jolted when Sunghoon’s mouth came to contact with your needy self as he moaned, tasting you your sweet venom that he could get lost in.

“The sweetest thing to ever exist” He blabbed against you as he sucked harshly and letting his tongue tease your gaping hole

Your hands found their way back into his hair as he sensually ate you out to savor you. The slurps were obscene on the ears but it felt like a paradise. Sunghoon placed your legs over his shoulders in order to burry his mouth deeper in you, as he kept lapping at your pussy.

His nose finally grazing your clit without his glasses interfering and the familiar build up in your stomach soon began to rise again.

He noticed how your hole clenched around his tongue and he smirked as he gripped onto your thighs to continue to eat you like a starved man. “Cum on my tongue baby” His soft voice of encouragement made you whine as you kept letting out breathless chants of his name

His nose continued to rub over your clit and he could tell you were getting closer as your hold on his hair tightened painfully but he didn’t mind.

You felt your second orgasm shoot through you and Sunghoon hummed happily as he continued to place kisses and licks across your soaked core as you rode out your high.

When he finally disconnected from you, a string of saliva connected from his lips to you caused him to give a foolish smile at the sight. You panted heavily unable to open your eyes from the amount of pleasure you were in, as your head was against the desk but you could feel it being raised by Sunghoon.

You lazily opened your eyes to see how from his nose down, he was completely covered in you. Sunghoon rose to his feet and lifted your weak body from the desk up and brought his covered lips onto you.

You could taste yourself on him and you slightly grimaced but Sunghoon’s hand prevented you from pulling away.

“You taste how good and sweet you are? I could get lost in you forever” Sunghoon spoke as you desperately kissed him back

The kiss lasted longer than what either of you had intended but it was able to showcase the hidden feelings that you were too afraid to admit.

You were the first to pull away as he chased after your lips causing you to chuckle softly before stopping him. He opened his eyes to look directly at you and you felt the harsh flutter in your chest.

“The prettiest girl to ever grace the earth” He honestly told and your cheeks flushed wildly at his words he planted a soft kiss against them

He unbuckled his belt to bring his pants down mid-thigh, just enough to have his cock spring out after being held in the confinement of his pants for so long.

Sunghoon carefully spread your legs apart for him and your pussy shined with your arousal and release as he noticed your hole clenched around nothing, begging to be filled.

He slotted himself between your legs as he smothered his tip leaking over yourself and you gasped feeling him and your mind became dizzy from the taste of his tip alone, “I’m going to take care of you, let me do all the work baby”

His cock lined up with your entrance as he teased the tip against your gaping hole to adjust you to his size and he noticed are you were desperately trying to sink him more into you, which caused him to pull back. “Come on baby, be the good girl you are and wait”

You bit back your lip to hold back your whimper but your mouth dropped feeling Sunghoon fill you in one deep thrust.

He groaned feeling your tightness even after he prepped you, “How is it that you’re always so tight?”

“B-Big” You let out in a breath and no matter how many times you tell him that, his ego will always skyrocket from it

“I know baby but you always take everything I give you. You can handle it” Sunghoon soothed you by rubbing your thigh, letting you get adjusted to his size

As your heavy breathing subsided and you gave a weak nod as his sign that he could move, he made sure to start off slowly and drag him in and out of you.

His deep thrust was calculated to be slow and sensual as he wanted you to have it engraved in your mind that you were the only one for him.

With his deep thrust he was able to hit your sweet spot every time and you were falling apart on his cock. He noticed the daze he was putting you in as he captured your lips.

The kiss was able to speak louder than any words ever spoken between the two of you. Sunghoon thrusts in you kept repeating in the same pace and you were softly whining against his lips.

“You’re absolutely perfect” He pulled away from you place his head against the crook of your neck, his pace slowly picking up but he made sure to hit your cervix every time

“H-Ho-Hoon” You let out a broken breath but Sunghoon whispered your ear that caused your heart to quicken in its beats

“Say my name. My actual name”

“Sunghoon”

The way you breathlessly called out his name, set fireworks off in his heart. The two of you knew this simple interaction was far too intimate for just professor and student who go on dates, kiss each other senseless, lay in each others arms talking about nonsense until late in the night, and simply two people who will always get lost in each other.

“I love you” From your hazy daze, you felt a bucket of cold water splash over you as your eyes popped open hearing Sunghoon’s confession, it was the three words neither of you dared to say but seemed to mutually share

Sunghoon’s thrust continued and the twitch inside of you made your clam down on him. “Come with me baby” His words were all you both needed as you both came together

His cum shooting deep inside you, as you coated his cock with your release. Your pleasures mixing together as it forced a white ring at the base of his cock. You whimpered as his slow thrust came to a stop as he stayed inside of you.

Both you and Sunghoon coming down from your high together as your sweat covered foreheads rested against each other as the two of you panted heavily before looking into each other’s eyes.

“My beautiful girl” The pure endearment of his words filled your already swollen heart

Sunghoon noticed even though it was faint, the moment of unease in your ease caused him to look at you with confusion. Your gaze avoided his as your mind filled with only one thought. What was now going to happen between you and him now that summer break was starting.

Will you continue to see each other after the moment shared or will the two of your take your words for granted and lose each other in the process?

“What are you thinking about baby?” He softly asked as you pulled away from your forehand to look at you as you still refused to look at him

“Look at me” He softly turned your head to face him properly as he noticed your glassy eyes, he felt his heart shatter at the scene before brining your body close to him.

He carefully creased his hand over your aching body as he remained still inside you and you shivered feeling the slightest movements inside of you. The two of you stayed in silence as he silently comforted you.

“Let’s get you cleaned up” He softly murmured as he could feel your mixed released trialing down your thigh that laid with his, you only nodded your head not trusting your voice to not break if you spoke

Sunghoon smiled daringly before carefully easing himself out of you and right when he did, more of the released gushed out of you. He chuckled at the scene before rubbing your thigh. “We made a mess” He joked causing you to finally let out a soft chuckle

As he grabbed tissues, he began to guide them over to clean you up, making sure to not miss a spot. And when his fingers rubbed over your sensitive self, you shivered as he whispered soft apologies placing butterfly kisses on it to help ease the overstimulation.

When you were all cleaned up, he grabbed your discarded panties and pants and your body too far sore and exhausted caused him to carefully guide them back onto you.

He quickly placed himself back in his pants and buckled his belt, allowing you to fully catch your breath without him crowding you.

When he noticed the daze look finally fading from your eyes, he carefully sat you upright before going to sit on his side of the desk. You turned your head confused to him but you let out a yelp when he brought you off his desk onto his lap.

He looked to you on his lap, creasing your face with such delicacy.

He pulled away to rummage through the first drawer of his desk until he finally found what he looking for. You could see the slight hesitate as his hands remained in his drawer, his eyes focused on the ticking clock in his office before finally pulling out an envelope.

You looked at him confused as he handed the envelope to you, ushering for you to open it. When you carefully opened the envelope and pulled out the paper in it, your hand almost dropped it in pure shock.

You read over the paper nonstop as you couldn’t believe what you were reading.

“Come to Italy with me” Your gaze moved from the bought plane tickets to Sunghoon who only stared at you with hopeful eyes

“I’m no longer your professor” Sunghoon motioned to the clock he was staring at before giving you the envelope that showed the time, 5pm, the university was officially closed for summer break.

“I meant it when I said I love you”

“And I finally want to properly be yours and make you mine” Sunghoon confessed the weight that laid on his heart as it finally lifted, he knew his feelings were risky, he was still a professor and you were still a student at the university just no longer each other’s as summer break started

Sunghoon knew he could likely get fired for this but if he had to choose between his job or you.

He would always choose you in a heartbeat. “Let’s spend our summer vacation in Italy together baby” You chuckled out a bright smile before hastily wrapping your arms around him nodding your head eagerly

“Yes, of course!” You agreed to his planned trip and Sunghoon held you tightly in return, pleased to know that he can finally properly make you his without a single worry

“Sunghoon” He hummed when he heard you faintly called out his name, “I love you too”

✎ᝰ。

: I actually can’t believe you’re in Italy right now when you told me, your friend btw in case you forgot, that we were going to spend summer break rotting away together

: But instead, you’re soft launching your boyfriend that I didn’t even know existed until now, with his arm all wrapped around you as you show off the new tiffany & co. bracelet he got you

: I hope you know I am not forgiving you until you tell me who your mystery boyfriend is so you better fess up soon

You: :)

you grip his shoulder like your life depends on it, eyes tightly shut, teeth buries on your lip, bruising it while he ruts inside you harder.

“j-jungwon, wait..” you whimpered and you felt one of his hand left your hips before it grips on your chin. not tight enough to hurt, but enough to make you feel dizzy. he twist it to make you face him behind.

his jet black hair’s a mess, eyes half-lidded and drunk in lust while it stares darkly right at you. he towers from behind, arms flexing as he hold you in place. the first three buttons of his uniform, open and his tie undone.

he licks his lips before he crashes it on yours without a warning, giving you a hot, wet sloppy kiss. his tongue pushes inside your mouth, exploring like it belong there.

“shh, baby. they might hear.” he whispers after he pulls away, lips grazing your ears dangerously. his hot breath fans on your ear, sending direct shivers down your spine.

with brows hardly creased as he start to hit it harder from the back. you groaned and moan, tears pooling your eyes from mixed emotions. mind lost in dazed of being fucked dumbed inside an empty classroom in your university. you felt ashamed but aroused at the same time.

“hmmph,” you groaned and his hand covers your mouth. fucking even harder and deeper. he pushes your body down on the table as he leans his body closer, his chest on your back.

you hitched your breath and raised your hand to unclasp his hand from your mouth. you winced, fought hard to utter anything.

“p-please, stop.” you whimper, gulped the drool in your mouth and tries to look at him behind you. “we s-shouldn’t be doing this anymore.” and another moan made it outside your lips, contrast to the words you just managed to say to him.

jungwon scoffs sexily and shoved your hand off when you try to push his body off of you. he growls lowly, clenching his jaw as his eyes darkens even more. he’s not quite pleased with what he heard.

instead of listening to you, he caged you between him. pushes your body even more to the table and grabbed your hair from the back, pulling it.

“don’t you think its a bit too late for that, eh?” he taunt before letting out a low growl. “just shut up and take all of me.” and he starts fucking his cock inside you hungrily. chasing both of your climax like an animal.

you bit your lip harder, trying to refrain the moan from coming out. the last thing you want is for him to get the impression that you’re enjoying this too much. you want him to know you’re determined to put an end to whatever this is. that you're against it.

but its not that easy, specially if it felt this good and jungwon’s hitting all your right spot. he groans as he place a hot wet kiss on your back. tongue twirling in circle on your skin, before he sink his teeth on your flesh. not to purposely hurt you, but to claim.

“pussy’s taking me so good, baby.” he groans, and can’t help but to curse after feeling your walls tightening around his length.

“you close?” he asks and tilt his head slightly so he can check your pretty face. he loves your fucked out face. the way your face contorts in pleasure only him can inflict you. he craves it, he goes crazy for it.

you whimpered louder and nod continuously feeling the knot of pleasure so close. he grins, showing off his dimple. he place a taunting, feather-like kiss on your flushed cheeks that filled with mixture of tears and saliva—his saliva because he loves rewarding your face wet kisses.

“give it to me. coat my dick with your cum, baby.” his filthy mouth pressed on your ears and he even fucked deeper as you two reached climax at the same time.

both of you are panting after jungwon reaches his climax. he slides his dick in and out of you a few more times before he pulls out, making you groan in sudden feeling of being empty. he places one last kiss on your shoulder before he pulls away to start fixing himself.

now that lust drained out of you and humiliation came crashing on you hardly, tears stream down your face.

you slowly stand straight then push your skirt back down before crossing your arms, covering your breasts.

“this will be the last time this will happen.” you uttered in a serious and broken tone.

jungwon glances at your direction while fixing his uniform. his eyes cold and dark before he scoffed. his fingers ran through his messy hair once before he clicked the side of his cheeks.

“you kept on saying that, but we both know you fold for me so easily.” he stated confidently and you glanced away, couldn’t find the heart to deny or defend yourself.

he lets out a sigh before tossing the keys on the table. “here. lock the doors when you leave.” and he heads out like as if nothing happened.

your heart aches and stomach churns badly. he’s such an asshole. jungwon’s always been confident. he’s prim and proper. he’s calm, but not in a way that makes you feel peaceful. it’s the type of calmness that makes you feel anxious and conscious about yourself. he’s the type who gets what he wants without demanding.

it’s been a while ever since the two of you has been in this kind of set up. he was not an asshole before, at least not as much as how he’s treating you now. and being tied in this mess with yang jungwon made you a lot more dependable towards him, both physically and emotionally.

it was not hard to catch feelings with him, and there’s been a point where you actually thought the two of you are in the same phase. not until that one event in your lives happened. the plot twist both of you didn’t expect.

—

you opened the door to your house with slumped shoulder and tired expression. now that all the adrenaline left your body, every limb felt sore. specially the space between your legs. jungwon’s been rough lately, he’s been restless.

“y/n?” a soft voice echoes across the hallway while you hang the keys and take off your shoes.

“is that you, darling?” she asks and soon your mom appeared. she smiled warmly and opens her arm for a hug.

“you look tired. are you okay?” she commented and stare at you warily before brushing some strands off from your face.

a small smile is what you gave her, “just school stuff.”

she nodded and lets out a sigh. “speaking of school. jungwon just arrived minutes before you did.” she stated, making your heart drop for a moment.

your eyes drifted away as she reaches for your hand. “i know everything is new for the both of you, but can you please try to get along with him?” she asks full of hope.

she pursed her lips and tightens her grip on your hand while you’re staring at her silently. your mind a whole mess, unable to compose any alibi to avoid the situation once again.

“after all, we’re going to be one family soon. his dad and i are hoping we can all work this out.” she smiles warmly.

great. fucking great. of all people. why does your mom have to marry yang jungwon’s dad? now you’re caught in this mess and he’s not even cooperating.

after the two of you met that dinner night your

mom and his dad arranged, everything changed between jungwon and you. you’re in complete shock and didn’t know how to react. you didn’t have the chance to tell your mom about your situation with her boyfriend’s son because you don’t have the heart to ruin this for her. she looked so in love with jungwon’s dad.

jungwon, on the other hand, though surprised, he remained calm. and when you suggested that you have to put end to whatever you two have, he started acting like a jerk.

“sweetie?” your mom snapped you out of trance.

blinking slowly and flashing a small smile while pushing back your tears. “okay, mom. i will try.”

she pulls you into a hug, “thank you sweetheart. it means a lot for me. i’m sure jungwon will be a good step-brother.”

yeah, right.

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