“I don’t own anything with tiger stripes!” you’d exclaimed into the phone to your friend, the one who was dragging you out tonight. 

A birthday party for a friend of a friend. You hadn’t been on board initially, not one for clubs now that you had reached the age where hangovers weren’t so easy to bounce back from, but your friend promised to buy your drinks in exchange for being her plus one, and that had you singing a different tune. 

A hangover is infinitely more worth it when it’s free. 

“Just wear that cheetah print top you have from college,” your friend responded. 

“What year is it?” you muttered to yourself, digging deeper into your dresser for the tube top she was talking about. 

The only reason you had the shirt in the first place was for a jungle-themed frat party you were goaded into attending by that same friend. 

“Animal print is making a comeback,” she argued. 

“Is it?”

“Hoshi’s… unique. And it’s his birthday, okay? Just put the shirt on!” 

-

You put the shirt on, only for it to come off a couple of hours later in the cramped space of one of the club’s bathrooms. 

Soonyoung, you think he said his name was, has his hands under your skirt and his mouth on one of your tits. He has you up against the sink, almost on top of it. You’re gripping the edge of the countertop with one hand and holding his head against you with the other. 

“Fuck, can I touch you?” Soonyoung asks when his fingers find the hem of your panties. 

“Yeah,” you gasp, “yeah- please.”

It’s all the permission he needs. He touches you over the fabric at first, gently testing the waters. You moan when his thumb brushes over your clit and he chases the reaction, applying more pressure and testing different patterns to find one that gets you to make that sound again. 

You want to touch him, too. You reach forward and begin to fumble with the buttons of his tiger-print shirt. Where he found one, you have no clue. You were only half-aware that he was also a party guest when you stumbled into the bathroom together. You only knew that he was hot and funny and liked doing shots.

He’d approached you at the bar, asked if you liked tequila, and put the round on his tab.  

What that said about you, that that’s all it took to get into your pants, you’d rather not think about. 

You’d rather focus on the present moment, on his tongue on your nipple and his fingers on your pussy. 

He pauses briefly to help you with his shirt, practically ripping it open with no regard for the poor buttons. The sound of them pinging against the mirror and the floor gets ignored as you run your hands over his body. 

He’s ripped. It shouldn’t be surprising but you can’t help the quiet gasp of awe that slips past your lips. You feel him smirk before feeling him flex for you. Show-off. 

You want to roll your eyes, and you do, but not out of exasperation. At the same moment, he pulls your panties to the side and pushes a finger inside of you, causing your head to fall back as your eyes roll involuntarily. 

“God, you’re fucking soaked,” he mutters. 

You brush it off. “Tequila does that to me.”

He scoffs. “Oh, really? It’s just the alcohol? If that’s the case, should I stop?”

“No!”

He levels a look at you. ”Then tell the truth.”

You whimper as he pulls his hand from between your legs, holding your pleasure hostage until you give him what he wants.

You relent. Your pride isn’t that important to you. 

”It’s you, you’re the one who’s making me… like this.”

There’s that smirk again, but he keeps his end of the bargain and slips his fingers back inside of you.. “You’re letting a guy you’ve just met finger you in the bathroom but you can’t say I’m making you wet? Cute.”

You turn your head in embarrassment only to be met with your own reflection in the dirty mirror. You squeeze your eyes shut but it’s too late. Soonyoung can feel your reaction to seeing yourself all fucked out and desperate, he can feel it dripping down his fucking wrist.

It makes you squirm but he uses his free hand to hold you in place. 

“Is this getting you off a little? Me talking down to you?”

“You’re the one who’s so hard I can see the outline through your jeans,” you point out. 

“We’re both learning a lot about each other.”

“It sure seems that way,” you agree, leaning forward to grab him over his pants. “I feel like I’m really starting to get to know you.”

He sucks in a breath and half-laughs. “The feeling’s mutual.”

Time blurs as the party goes on on the other side of the door. You lose yourselves in each other, your hand eventually venturing past his belt and waistband so you can stroke him for real while he continues fucking you with his fingers.  

“Do you want to keep going?” Soonyoung asks in between kisses. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to cum all over your hand but I thought I’d ask-”

You don’t even let him finish. “Fuck, yes. Please. Your cock is so pretty.” 

The compliment makes him twitch against your palm but he can’t resist turning it around on you. “What happened to my shy girl? Couldn’t even say the word ‘wet’ a few minutes ago.”

“She wants to get fucked.”

“Fair enough.”

You don’t miss the way he sucks his fingers into his mouth when you disentangle yourselves from each other. The sight is enough to make your knees weak but luckily you’re already braced against the sink so you think he might not notice. 

It’s a bit of an awkward shuffle for Soonyoung to get his pants down low enough and fish a condom out of his pocket but he manages to do it and still look hot despite it all. 

“How do you want it? Bent over the sink, or...” he trails off as he rolls the condom on, letting you be the one to call it. 

“Can we do it like how we were before? Your face is pretty too.” 

If you didn’t know better, you’d think he’s blushing. But it’s probably just the flush of exertion. Probably. 

“O-of course,” he stammers, “but leaning on the sink might not be comfortable for you.”

“Oh, right.”

He holds out his hands for you to take and pulls you upright. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Put your arms around my neck. Hold on tight.” 

It’s all the warning you’re given before he reaches under your thighs, hoists you up onto his waist, and presses your back against the wall in one fluid motion. Turns out the muscles aren’t just for show after all. 

“Is this okay?”

You nod. 

 “Great.”

You’re wet enough that he doesn’t have to start slow and thank god he doesn’t. He lets gravity do most of the work, allowing you to sink onto him completely the first time you try. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he pants, starting to gently bounce you on his cock.

“You feel better.”

“Not. Possible.”

To his credit, Soonyoung doesn’t even tremble when you clench around him. You have no idea how he’s doing it because you’re losing your goddamn mind on his dick and you’re barely doing anything to contribute. 

“God, are you- are you doing anything after this?”

You almost laugh but the breath is punched out of you by a particularly harsh thrust of his hips. “You’re literally inside of me right now and you’re already thinking about the next time you’re going to fuck me?”

“Can you blame me? Your pussy’s fucking insane.”

“Yours isn’t so bad either- I mean, fuck.”

He does manage to laugh, albeit shakily. “It’s okay, baby. I know what you mean. I know you’re close. You got so close on my fingers earlier, didn’t you?”

All you can do is nod and whimper but Soonyoung doesn’t seem to mind. 

“That’s it. Cum for me, pretty girl. Cum all over my cock. I’m right behind you.”

His words coax you over the edge in no time. You hope the music outside is loud because you’re practically screaming into his shoulder when it hits you. You feel Soonyoung’s body tense up beneath you while you’re still riding out your own orgasm. He sinks his teeth into your shoulder to muffle his own cries of your name as he fucks you both through it. 

When you finally come down and start to catch your breath, he moves one of his hands to brush some hair out of your face and kisses the tip of your nose. Somehow that feels more intimate than everything you’d just done to each other, and it threatens to factory reset your brain, but before it can, he’s pulling out and gingerly putting you back down.

“I don’t want to rush you, but we should probably clean up and get back out there before someone finds us and kicks us out.”

-

You’re ambushed by a group of people the minute you step out of the bathroom together. In hindsight, you probably should have left one at a time with a significant gap in between... oh well. No going back now. 

“Hoshi, where were you?” one of them demands. “We’ve been looking all over for you! It’s time to blow the candles out.”

You blink in confusion. Hoshi? Wasn’t Hoshi the birthday- “Wait, what? But...”

His friends take notice of your disheveled appearances and come to the same conclusion almost instantaneously. You spot your own friend among them looking just as shocked. You mouth what the fuck at her but she just shrugs, not bothering to hide a chuckle at your expense.

“Dude, seriously?” another one sighs. “At your own party?”

Soonyoung turns and gives you a sheepish look. “For what it’s worth, that was the best birthday present ever.”