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You go through the rest of your day like a drunkard with a debilitating hangover. There hasn’t been a single coherent thought to fire through your synapses, each and every single thought in your head centering itself on Seungcheol and all the things he did to you last night. If you focus hard enough, you can probably still feel the heat on your skin, the softness on your lips, the muscle underneath your nails, the sting of your behind, the fullness between your legs—

“Shit!” You hiss as the ramyeon’s soup starts bubbling out of the little pot on your stove. Quickly, you reach out to press the button, turning the stove off before you’re grabbing a trivet to set the pot on.

Frustration and embarrassment fill your form as you wipe your stove, careful to focus this time around because getting a burn from your careless daydreaming might just become your final straw. You’re not supposed to be this hung over a man, even if said man was hung and knew exactly what to do with his winnings from the genetic lottery. You like to think that you were above that sort of thing, but the way you’re screwing up instant noodles and basic chores has you realizing that maybe, just maybe, you were prone to being dickmatized too.

Yikes, you think. Jeongyeon’s going to either kick your ass to make you forget or make fun of you daily to never let you live it down, and neither route sounds good. The worst part of it, you’ll have to live the rest of your life finding someone who can outperform that stud.

Damn it.

—

Choi Seungcheol is a light sleeper.

Unfortunately, that was not the case for today because he slept through the morning and woke up with the space beside him cold and barren. The fact that he’s still boneless and breathless in bed despite the hours that have passed is a testament to just how well you sucked his soul out with the heat between your legs and the space between your lips. 

And that pisses him off because did you seriously just hit him with a fuck-and-run? He doesn’t usually mind. It’s less work for him, less conversations, less opportunities for attachment. However, Seungcheol now minds because his one-night stands don’t usually flip his world upside down and alter the course of his life with a single night of mind-blowing sex.

Fucking hell.

Seungcheol sits up, eyes searching the room for traces you may have left behind because he’s an action-taker. He isn’t the type to sit down and wait for things to move in his favor, he forces things to bend to his will until he gets what he wants, and what he really wants right now is you. Unfortunately for him, there isn’t a single trace of you, at least not one that Seungcheol can use to find you.

The only thing he’s got is the scent of you lingering the sheets, the memories of your pretty face, and the phantom feeling of a soft, heated body pressing against Seungcheol—if he focused hard enough, he could probably pretend like you were right there.

It’s nothing compared to the real thing, but even the memory of you is greater than the reality of all his entanglements.

Jeonghan would probably make fun of him for being this pussywhipped, but he’d argue that the man just didn’t have enough context. Jeonghan would probably end up the same way if he got to feel you—

Nevermind. 

(Seungcheol can’t even stomach the thought.)

The next few days are spent getting over you figuratively and getting over many other women…

Literally. 

Seungcheol seduces whatever pretty little thing he finds and prays that one of them will be enough to match you, but it’s useless. He doesn’t even remember their faces or their names, doesn’t remember taking them to his apartment and seeing them out. Call him an asshole, but the only thing he ever truly remembers is the disappointment because none of them have him feeling even half of everything you made him feel that night. What’s worse is that he can only ever really cum with them when he’s imagining you.

Seungcheol wonders if you spiked your body with drugs because why the hell did he feel like an addict going through withdrawals? It makes sense, he thinks. The indescribable high of that night followed by the lowest of lows he’s been experiencing these past few days… It’s a textbook case of addiction.

He needed to find you soon before he went insane, but unfortunately for him, the only thing he’s got is the memory of your face and your name.

This was going to be hard.

(Damn near impossible.)

—

Life, thankfully, goes on.

Juggling your responsibilities as a graduate student and a teaching assistant gets you busy enough to momentarily forget the handsome man from that night. Most of your days are spent attending classes, working on your thesis, setting up microscopes, checking laboratory reports, preparing smears, checking test papers, and filling in for the professors who couldn’t be bothered with addressing their students’ inquiries.

It’s a welcome distraction because you don’t think you can stomach the thought of spending your free time daydreaming about getting bent over by Seungcheol when you could just find another man to—

You’re stirred from your thoughts when one of the undergraduate students raises his hand. They’ve been familiarizing themselves with the different parasites, and unfortunately, you’ve been tasked with assisting them and turning them into diagnostic experts because that sort of job was just so beneath the professors.

Not that you mind. Identifying parasites under the microscope was leagues better than preparing Kato-Katz slides.  

“Is this an egg?” Chan, the undergraduate student who had raised his hand, asks as he pulls away from the microscope to give you the space to view. He’s a good kid. Sure, he struggles, but he’s honest, determined, and it’s not something you could say for most members of his batch.

“Congratulations, it’s not an artifact,” You grin as you look at the egg in view, fiddling with the fine adjustment knob to get a clearer view of the slide. “Next question. What parasite does this egg belong to?”

You pull away to look at Chan who’s grinning confidently, “Hookworm.”

“Wrong,” You reply, and Chan’s quick to look through the microscope again.

“Is it really not?” Chan asks in disbelief as he fiddles with the light, the knob, the condenser—everything. “It’s got the morula and the thin shell—“

“Wow, someone studied,” You tease, and Chan is quick to affirm you proudly. “I get the confusion, but that’s actually an Ascaris egg.”

“No, it’s not,” Chan argues, returning to the microscope. “There’s no way. It doesn’t have the rough layer outside.”

“You’re right, it doesn’t have the mammillary layer,” You nod. “It’s decorticated, that’s why it doesn’t have the outer layer, but if you look at the inside…”

The rest of the class passes by like that, and by the end of it, your social battery is already depleted. You bid the last of the students goodbye before you’re turning all the microscopes off. You needed to finish as quickly as you could if you wanted to make it in time for lunch with Jeongyeon.

A heavy sigh leaves your form when your eyes land on the stack of lab reports, your body filled with dread as you think of the long walk from the laboratory to Professor Park’s office.

Damn it.

You steel yourself before carrying the ridiculous stack of papers, walking out of the laboratory before you’re kicking the door closed behind you. You’re careful not to lose your balance because the only thing worse than having to carry the heavy stack of papers across the campus is tripping and making the papers fly everywhere.

“Need help?”

Relief fills your form at the familiar voice, and before you know it, the stack is removed from your arms and Kim Mingyu is looking at you with a bright grin like a knight in shining scrubsuit.

“Thank you,” You say as you straighten out your blouse. “But you didn’t have to take the entire stack.” 

“I want to,” Mingyu shrugs. “Where are we taking this?”

He says we like he isn’t carrying everything.

“Professor Park’s office,” You reply, and Mingyu’s reaction is immediate.

“He’s still teaching?” Mingyu asks, pulling a face at the mention of the man. Mingyu and all the other medical students only had him for a semester, and they all disliked him. He reads his slides word per word, spends half the discussion complaining about his ex-wife, replies to questions with nothing substantial, and somehow he still has the gall to make the most difficult exams in the department. Professor Park doesn’t have the best reputation because of it, and you haven’t even added your own grievances as the TA that suffers to make up for his negligence.

“Unfortunately,” You laugh with a shake of your head. “And he hasn’t changed at all.”

“Yikes.”

On your way to Mr. Park’s office, you spot Jeongyeon who you presume is on her way to look for you. However, when she does spot you, she doesn’t call, doesn’t greet. The only thing she does is let her eyes flicker between you and Mingyu before giving you a knowing look and a suggestive wiggle of her brows.

You pretend not to see her.

“Thanks, Mingyu,” You say as you help him arrange the laboratory reports on Professor Park’s desk. 

“Anytime for my favorite TA,” Mingyu grins as he holds the office door open for you before shutting it behind him. “Where are you off to next?”

“I’m gonna get lunch with Jeongyeon,” You reply. “You?”

“I’ve got class with Dr. Lee which is in—“ Mingyu pauses to look at the Royal Oak on his wrist, “5 minutes.”

“Oh my god, you’re going to be late,” You say in disbelief. Dr. Lee’s classes were held at the same building the two of you came from.

“15 minute grace period,” Mingyu grins with a wink as he begins to jog. “I’ll get going. Eat well!”

“Thanks!” You call out with a wave, and you can’t help the laugh that leaves your form when Mingyu waves back only to trip over his feet and stumble before continuing to wave.

It’s cute. A little embarrassing on his end, but it only adds to his clumsy appeal.

“So why haven’t you tapped that?” 

You jolt at the sudden sound of a voice beside you, but you’re quick to relax when you realize that it’s just Jeongyeon with her daily dose of teasing.

“Girl, no,” You sigh before looping your arms with Jeongyeon and dragging her to the direction of the mall beside campus.

“Why not?” Jeongyeon asks, tone split between genuine curiosity and encouragement. “He’s smart, handsome, nice, and not to mention obviously very into you—“

“That’s the problem,” You cut her off before she can continue to dig into your brain and plant whatever seeds she's got in hand. Jeongyeon only wants what’s best for you, you know that. “He likes me, not just the idea of fucking me.”

“You know that’s what most girls want, right?” Jeongyeon snorts, stilling and holding you by the arm before you walked into the oncoming traffic. “Not shallow? No commitment issues? Rich? Ridiculously ripped?”

“I know,” You groan. It’s not that you don’t like Mingyu. If anything, you probably would have—in Jeongyeon’s terms—tapped that, but Mingyu’s not the type to have one night stands. He’s the type to take you on a date and hold off for months before making love. The type of guy you bring to your parents, the type of guy you marry. He is, quite literally, everything your non-committal self fears. “But I just… He deserves someone who can commit.”

“That could be you,” Jeongyeon shrugs before dragging you across the street at the sight of the traffic light turning green. “Just saying, it’s a wasted opportunity.”

“You date him then.”

“Pass, not my type,” Jeongyeon snorts. “But seriously, you should think about it.”

You do. A lot more than you should.

The one night stands are fun and impersonal. It gives you the intimacy your body craves without the expectations and repercussions. You don’t have to deal with disappointing someone, and you don’t have to deal with being disappointed by someone. However, you can’t deny that there are days where the same soul-sucking routine of fucking and leaving has you feeling drained, dead—a shell of yourself.

On those days, you can’t help but wish for someone who would just… See you. Someone who’ll just hold you and love you unconditionally like there’s nothing else in the world that matters. 

But facing that reality takes too much work, and you’re honestly too busy to give yourself the space and time for self-reflection followed by gradual self-improvement.

Mingyu didn’t deserve a work-in-progress. You may be known for your maneating ways, but you still have morals, and you weren’t about to seriously fuck up one of the few genuinely nice men that walked the surface of this earth for a night—hell, you’d do it in broad daylight—of pleasure.

Even if he looked that good.

(Even if his attitude was even better.)

“Where’d you go last Friday?” Jeongyeon asks before taking a spoonful from her bowl. “I mean, I’m used to it, but you went completely silent over the weekend, so I was a little worried.”

You grin at her, “Do you really want to know?”

Jeongyeon, already used to your antics, only rolls her eyes before responding, “Another conquest?”

“Yup,” You reply, the grin on your race unwavering even as you chew through your japchae. “I’d probably ask him to do it—well, me—again if I had his number.”

“Was he that good?” Jeongyeon raises a brow in question to which you only nod enthusiastically. “I thought you didn’t go for seconds?”

“Well his dick game was so good it deserves seconds,” You shrug, taking another clump of japchae between your chopsticks. “And he had such a pretty face too.”

“Wait, who even is this?” Jeongyeon asks, setting her utensils down to look at you straight.

“That’s the problem,” You whine in complaint. “I don’t know who he is—well, I know his name, but that’s it. I don’t even know if he’s from here.”

Jeongyeon eyes you warily, “Are you seriously going for seconds?”

“Why not?” You shrug, and Jeongyeon gives you a look. “Okay, I know what I said, but Seungcheol doesn’t really seem like the type to get attached.”

“You don’t know that—wait, sorry, who?”

It’s your turn to eye Jeongyeon with caution, “What do you mean who?”

“You said a name,” Jeongyeon clarifies casually, but you can tell there’s something more to it. “What’s his name?”

“…Seungcheol,” You answer, and you swear you see Jeongyeon’s eye twitch. “Choi Seungcheol.”

“Oh fuck no,” Jeongyeon buries her face into her hands with a groan. Anyone walking past would be able to tell that she’s frustrated. “Y/N, holy shit, you need to fix your taste in men.”

“Why?”

“He’s a whore,” Jeongyeon replies.

“And I’m not?” You ask, amused. 

“You are, but you’ve got principles,” Jeongyeon answers immediately, no hesitation, not even a hint of denial. “You don’t let the men get attached, but him? He fucks for as long as he can get away with it then discards when it gets too real.” 

“Do you know him?” You ask, suddenly very invested. An opportunity for round two was presenting itself indirectly, and you were not about to let it go to waste. You don’t want your men attached, he doesn’t like his women attached—you guys are a match made in non-committal heaven.

“We’re classmates,” Jeongyeon sighs like even just the thought of Seungcheol is enough to drain her. “He’s in law too, and I admit he’s great at that but… He’s not exactly boyfriend material.”

“Good thing I’m not looking for that,” You shrug with a grin. “Think you can get me his number?”

“How about you just kill me instead?” Jeongyeon deadpans, and you’re quick to laugh. Damn, she must not really like him at all. “Y/N, you deserve better than that.”

“Who, Mingyu?”

“Yes!”

“But I like men that look like they can fuck up my life,” You pout jokingly. You don’t like them. Somehow they always just found their way to you until you gave up on the idea of decent men.

Jeongyeon only groans, sighs, and soundlessly screams into her hands in a little crashout session before she looks straight at you and says, “Then you’ve got the right guy.”

“So are you helping me?”

“No.”

Jeongyeon, true to her words, does not help you secure round two with the handsome stranger. You don’t push. It’s clearly a bad idea, and maybe this was the universe's way of keeping you from pursuing said bad idea.

When you get to your apartment, however, you consider calling Jeongyeon or maybe even going straight to her apartment just to beg.

Because this was definitely not it.

Your lovely neighbor, for some godforsaken reason, has been fucking girls non-stop. You don’t know who they are, but you’re used to them bringing a girl every once in a while, your ears occasionally assaulted by a woman’s moans in the middle of the night. You don’t ever hear your neighbor, nor do you ever see them, but you think it’s better that way.

Especially now that they seem to be banging a new chick every night.

You get it, you really do. Sometimes someone’s just gotta release a little pent-up frustration, but everyday? It doesn’t help that you haven’t fucked anyone since Seungcheol, so couple that with the sounds of sex through the walls and you’ve got one sexually frustrated maneater.

That’ll have to change.

[You]: Oppa, are you up? [Soonyoung]: ??? [Soonyoung]: am i finally getting my soul sucked by the campus succubus [You]: Didn’t think you’d even know what that is. [Soonyoung]: keep going, i’m close [You]: ??? [You]:  Nevermind. [Soonyoung]: NOOOO [Soonyoung]: come back [Soonyoung]: i’ll behave D: [You]: Can I come over? [Soonyoung]: ABSOLUTELY

It’s a little shameful to be walking out at 10 PM for dick, but you’re frustrated, and among the many men on your roster, Kwon Soonyoung was the closest. He did live in the building across your street, after all.

The only reason you haven’t taken him for a full ride is because you didn’t have the time. He’s good-looking, and his weird tiger obsession is easily overpowered by the fact that he could dance really really well, and you know what they say about dancers’ hips—

(The rumors are true. Soonyoung did make you cum from dry-humping in a dingy club somewhere.)

Before you know it, the clock on Soonyoung’s wall reads 3 AM, and the man is passed out on the bed beside you like you drained him dry of everything. Like every other time, you get on your feet, pick up your clothes, get dressed, and walk out without looking back.

The same vicious cycle persists.

But everything, everyone, has a breaking point.

You reach yours on a Friday night right after having to sit through a Zoom meeting and your neighbor’s debauchery at the same time. The stress and frustration mix and course through your veins, driving you to walk out of your unit and banging on the door of the one beside it.

You’ve had enough.

Arms crossed, feet tapping impatiently, anyone walking past would be able to tell that you were pissed. You’ve put up with your neighbor’s insensitivity for two weeks, and you refused to go through another week of listening to their escapades while you worked away like a slave of the academe—

The door swings open.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

“Yes?”

Choi Seungcheol stands before you, upper half bare and joggers clinging haphazardly on his hips. Even if no one else could hear him, just one look at his disheveled form would be enough to know what activities he’s been up to.

Some part of you is a little pissed. He had you frustrated for who knows how long while he went off and fucked a new woman every night? Good for him.

(Asshole.) 

“Can you keep it down?” You don’t mean to sound bitter, but you can’t help it. “The walls are thin.”

“Sorry,” Seungcheol says, but he doesn’t look sincere at all. You don’t know if you’re imagining it, but there’s a hunger mixed in with the recognition in his eyes. “I didn’t realize.”

“Well, now you know, so keep it down,” You say with a roll of your eyes before turning on your heel and walking back to your unit.

“Wait, Y/N—“

The sound of your name has your hand on the door pausing, your head turning towards Seungcheol who’s stepped halfway out of his apartment.

“If the sound bothers you,” Seungcheol starts, and you raise a brow. “You could always take her place instead.”

You flip him off before entering your unit and slamming the door shut.

Asshole.

The rest of the night is, surprisingly, quiet, and the week that follows it is just as silent.

It’s a welcome change, really. You don’t have to spend your nights squirming and struggling to sleep while your lovely neighbor gave some woman the fuck of her life. You’re honestly thankful because you don’t think you can stomach listening to the sounds now that you know who’s causing it. 

You’ve been in that place once, and making that much noise is extremely valid but damn.

That should’ve been you.

‘You could always take her place instead.’ You wonder if his offer still stands. It’s practical, if you think about it hard enough. As long as the boundaries were clear and no one had any plans of getting attached, you’d basically have dick-on-the-go anytime you needed it considering that you literally lived next to him. Just thinking about it has heat pooling between your legs, has you wanting to get out of this shitty fast food restaurant and find some poor soul to suck.

“Is this seat taken?”

After days of not hearing from your neighbor, he shows up, holding a tray of food and looking absolutely scrumptious in a polo shirt. The sleeves are fighting for their life, straining against the fabric in a way that has your mouth watering.

“No,” You shake your head, and you watch as Seungcheol sets his tray down and takes the seat across from you.

“I didn’t know you studied here,” Seungcheol says, motioning towards your ID lace. 

“Now you know,” You shrug, eyes flickering down to Seungcheol’s ID lace. “I didn’t know you studied here either.”

It’s a lie. A really big lie considering that Jeongyeon literally told you about it, but you were not about to feed this man’s ego that was probably already massive. It’s not an unfair assumption. Law student? Designer clothing? A serious case of ‘pretty boy face’? And one hell of a stroke game? You’d be more surprised if he didn’t have an ego.

“I do. Law,” Seungcheol says. “I’m surprised we haven’t seen each other on campus. I definitely would’ve remembered you if we did.”

You ignore the suggestion in his tone. “I’m at the medical building most of the time. That’s probably why.”

The humanities and sciences buildings were at opposite ends of the campus, and it’s something you and Jeongyeon have had to suffer through, having to walk so far just to get a glimpse of the other. They were two different worlds separated by grass, walkways, and other administrative buildings. 

“Med school?” Seungcheol asks, and you don’t miss the way his eyes flicker down. “Why aren't you in scrubs like the rest of them?”

“Because I’m not in med school,” You reply. “I’m just taking my masters.”

“For what?” Seungcheol asks as he continues to eat like the two of you aren’t eye-fucking each other over lunch. 

It’s stupid, it really is. It’s clear that small talk is the last thing either of you want to be doing, but neither of you are initiating anything. Not that you could actually initiate anything considering that you two were in public, but still. If Seungcheol dragged you into a bathroom stall somewhere and bent you over, you would not be complaining at all. 

Seriously.

“Medical Microbiology,” You answer, and the words practically send a shiver down your spine as you think of all the writing and lab work you needed to finish. That thesis wasn’t going to do itself after all.

“Sounds tough,” Seungcheol remarks with a mild grimace.

“Can’t be any worse than having to argue with other people to pass your classes,” You joke, and Seungcheol is quick to chuckle.

“I get by.”

The rest of lunch passes by like that, and Seungcheol’s so good at carrying the conversation that you forget about your initial expectations. He’s funny, listens well, and if the two of you didn’t have history, you’d probably consider turning him into a friend. Unfortunately, you do have history, and you think it’s too late to turn whatever this is into a friendship when you already know what he looks like between your legs.

(Friends don’t fuck.)

“Oh shit, it’s almost 1:00,” Your eyes practically bulge out of their sockets when you get a glimpse at your watch. “It was nice talking to you, but I really need to get going—“

“I’ll walk you,” Seungcheol says, mirroring your hurried movements as he cleans up his and your tray while he grabs his bag. “My class isn’t until 2:00, anyway.”

You quickly protest, but you follow him anyway as he throws the trash and sets the tray with all the other used ones. “You don’t have to—“

“Come on, you’ll be late,” Seungcheol says, not giving you any time to protest as he grabs your hand and starts dragging you out of the restaurant.

His touch is electrifying. 

The warmth from his hand bleeds into yours, and the afternoon sun has nothing on the heat that lingers between your palms. It’s innocent, casual, and you shouldn’t be this bothered, but you are.

You don’t let him know that though.

“Getting a little too touchy, no?” You tease when your pace finally matches Seungcheol’s.

Seungcheol only raises his brow at you, a smirk playing on his lips before he’s leaning down to whisper into your ear, “In case you forgot, we’ve done worse.”

Finally, you think, excitement pooling in your gut at Seungcheol’s words. Let the small talk die and let the real fun begin. If you played your cards—and this man—right, then you’ll probably get him under you in no time.

“Maybe I just need a reminder,” You reply coyly, pressing closer against Seungcheol’s arm as you walk. You don’t miss the way his eyes flicker down to where your chest presses against him, and you definitely don’t miss the way his eyes drag up with a hunger that should only be reserved for more… Private places.

“What time does your class end?” Seungcheol asks, smirk long gone. It’s an innocent question, it’s something you and your friends ask each other all the time when you need to align your schedules for a hangout, but it sounds different coming from Seungcheol. 

“3:00, but I’ve got lab until 6:00,” You reply.

“I finish class at 5:30,” Seungcheol says, and the pool of excitement in your stomach quickly doubles into an ocean of anticipation as the two of your pause in front of the building. “Wanna get dinner later?”

“Just dinner?” You ask as you withdraw from Seungcheol’s hold, and you don’t even bother hiding the clear attempt to seduce that bleeds into your tone. 

Your words have Seungcheol’s eyes darkening, his jaw clenching as he holds you still by the hand before you can get further away.

“That’s for you to find out,” Seungcheol smirks before letting go of your hand and nudging you forward by the small of your back. “Go on, pretty girl. You’re gonna be late.”

“See you later, Cheol,” You wave before turning your back on the man walking in, making sure to add an extra sway in your hips.

“See you.”

Dinner does not happen.

When you walk out of the building, it’s 6:15 PM, and Seungcheol is already there, leaning against the wall with one hand in his pocket and the other scrolling aimlessly through his phone.

“Sorry,” is the first thing you say as you approach him. “I had to close the lab.”

“It’s fine,” Seungcheol says as he pushes himself off from the wall and grabs your hand. “Where do you wanna eat?”

“Can we skip that?” You ask. Beating around the bush was the last thing you wanted to do after hours of mixing and pipetting. It’s been a long day, and you just needed to get railed. “You and I both know where this is leading to anyway.”

“Straightforward, I like that,” Seungcheol chuckles as he begins guiding you to a motorcycle parked on the side. “My place or yours?”

Your answer comes quicker than you intended it to, but you honestly could not care less, “Yours.”

Seungcheol’s lips are hot against yours before he parts from you and pushes you onto his bed. You’re only given a moment to breathe before he’s crawling on top you and capturing your lips in another hungry kiss that has you squirming underneath him.

“You’re a little too clothed for this, no?” Seungcheol whispers against your lips, and you only smirk at him.

“Take it off then,” You reply before pecking Seungcheol’s mouth and taking him into another heated kiss.

Seungcheol only groans and reciprocates for a second before he’s pulling away and tugging at your shirt. He doesn’t waste any time, doesn’t give you the chance to help him out as he strips you down to your underwear.

“You wear this shit to class?” Seungcheol says in disbelief as he pulls at the lace, watching with dark eyes as it snaps back against your skin.

“I do my laundry on Saturdays,” You grin. “Wanna see it from the back?”

“Later,” Seungcheol says as he takes his own shirt off before leaning down and reaching for you chest. “Let me enjoy these first.”

It’s the only warning you get before Seungcheol’s pulling the cups of your bra down and wrapping his mouth around a nipple.

The contact has your back arching into him, the pleasure only magnifying when Seungcheol starts kneading one breast as he sucks on the other one in his mouth. 

“Cheol—“ Your call of his name is interrupted by a gasp when you feel Seungcheol grind his clothed hips against your core. The denim rubs roughly at your heated core, and the thin lace does nothing to dull the sensation. 

The man continues to thrust his clothed hips against yours as he alternates between your breasts. Each action only makes you wetter and wetter until your slick saturates your panties and starts staining Seungcheol’s pants.

Fuck, you needed him in you.

“Cheol, fuck me,” You moan out as Seungcheol nips at the flesh of your breast. “Need you inside me.”

“How badly, baby?” Seungcheol asks as he sucks bruises all over your chest. 

“Don’t make me beg because I won’t,” You huff, pushing at Seungcheol. “If you don’t do it, I know plenty of other guys who will—“

“Tsk, so impatient,” Seungcheol remarks before pulling away to tug his bottoms down. “I gotta prep you.”

“I’m wet enough, just stick it in,” You whine, but the complaint is quick to die when Seungcheol’s cock springs free.

“Have it your way then,” Seungcheol snorts before he opens his bedside drawer and pulls out a packet that he promptly rips open and rolls onto his cock.

A loud moan breaks free from your lips when Seungcheol sinks into you, stretching you on his cock with a deep groan rumbling from his chest.

“Fuck,” Seungcheol moans when he moves his hips to give you shallow, experimental thrusts as he tries to bury himself deeper into your heat. “You feel so good, shit.”

“Move, Cheol,” You whine, hands coming up to hold onto Seungcheol’s shoulder. 

“Let me savor this, baby,” Seungcheol groans, falling forward and bracing himself with his forearms as he presses his forehead against yours. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to feel your cunt again.”

The words immediately send tingles down your spine, your walls clenching and giving your satisfaction away involuntarily. It’s strange how easily Seungcheol turns you on, strange how the smallest things have desire sparking inside you, the smoke and haze clouding your mind until you can no longer think straight.

“Yeah?” You moan in response, arms coming up to wrap around Seungcheol’s neck. “You seemed to be having enough fun without me though, no?”

“Jealous? Don’t be,” Seungcheol smirks, hips easing into slow, deep strokes that have his cock rubbing at all the right spots in torturously pleasurable drags. “I thought of you every time.”

It’s the sex talking, you know that, but fuck, did the confession do wonders for your ego. It has you grinning, has you arching into Seungcheol’s body with a whine as you take his thrusts like a champ. 

“You say that to all your girls, Cheol?” You tease, fingers dragging down his back to adorn the wide expanse with red lines. 

Seungcheol only shivers under your touch, hips bucking into you at the feeling as he swears under his breath. “Only the ones with a pussy this good.”

You take Seungcheol’s face into your hands, tongue darting out to lick into his mouth as he thrusts in and out of you at a faster pace. The moans that fall from your mouth are quickly swallowed by Seungcheol’s hungry kiss, the man practically stealing your breath and soul away with every thrust that has your toes curling and your back arching.

Only Choi Seungcheol can fuck you this good.

“I’m close,” You breathe out, pulling Seungcheol closer to your body. “Cheol, please.”

“Shh, I’ll get you there,” Seungcheol hushes into your ear before he’s pressing kisses against the side of your face. Holy fuck, this must be why Jeongyeon warned you. It’s easy to get attached when you’re being treated like this, and you have no doubt that Seungcheol probably has a long line of broken hearts behind him if he treats every woman he’s bedded the way he’s treating you now. “Just take it, baby. Take my cock like a good girl, hm?”

“Fuck!” You cry out, pussy clamping down at the man’s words. It’s a little embarrassing that it’s the little praise that’s pushing you off the edge, but you couldn’t care less. Not when you could feel the coil in your stomach growing tighter and tighter. “Shit, Cheol—“

Your high hits you violently, vision going white and mind going blank as an intense pleasure radiates throughout your body. It’s even better than the first time Seungcheol made you cum, and the only thing you can do is moan and whine loudly as Seungcheol chases his high.

“Shit, you’re too tight—“ Seungcheol chokes on his moans as he begins to drive his hips in and out of you with abandon, each stroke firing signals of pleasure that have your brain turning into mush. “Fuck—“

You can practically feel the breath knocked out of you when Seungcheol buries himself to the hilt, body falling on top of you as he moans and groans into your ear. The sounds are so primal, so raw against your ear that it has you clenching tighter around Seungcheol like you’re trying to drain his cock dry of everything.

The night doesn’t end there.

The moment you two recover from the first, you’re pushing Seungcheol onto his back.

“Fuck, you’re insatiable,” Seungcheol breathes out with a laugh that quickly turns into a moan when you sink down on him. “Come on, baby. Show me what you’ve got.”

And show him you do.

You move your hips in slow circles, hands splayed across Seungcheol’s bare chest as you watch the man fall apart underneath you.

Seungcheol looks ruined underneath you, a flush spread across his cheeks as he moans from your ministrations. You watch his strong chest rise and fall in uneven breaths, watch his stomach clench and shift as you work your magic on his cock. 

“That’s it,” Seungcheol hisses as he throws his head back against the pillows, hips bucking involuntarily underneath you when you drag your nails down his chest.

You need him absolutely ruined and covered in you.

When Seungcheol reaches for your hips, you grab his hands and pin him by the wrists on either side of his head.

“No touching,” You grin, watching as Seungcheol’s eyes grow dark at your actions. 

“Minx,” Seungcheol says through gritted teeth, but he doesn’t break free from your hold. You know he’s indulging you because given the difference in strength and size, Seungcheol could easily flip the entire dynamic and have you crying on his cock. “Don’t complain when you get tired.”

Was that a challenge?

You lean down to press kisses all over Seungcheol’s skin, sucking bruises onto the pale expanse as you raise your hips up and down. The man is a wreck underneath you, moaning loudly with no regard for anyone outside or beside his unit who could hear. He’s loud, and you’re honestly surprised you haven’t heard him during all those nights he was fucking one woman after the other.

“God, these hips, fuck,” Seungcheol groans as you bounce up and down on his cock, hands toying with your nipples as you whine at the sensation of Seungcheol’s cock reaching so much deeper inside you. “So fucking wet, so fucking tight, so fucking hot—shit!”

Seungcheol groans when you clamp down hard on his cock, and you think he might have reached his limits because the next thing you know, the world flips and you’re on all fours, Seungcheol pistoning in and out of you desperately while you claw at the sheets.

“Cheol, slow down—“ You cry out, but Seungcheol only stuffs his fingers inside your mouth.

(Fucking hell, he’s your perfect match.)

“I let you have your fun, pretty girl,” Seungcheol rasps into your ear as he presses his chest against your back and drives his hips deeper into your wetness. “Let me have mine.”

The pace he set is rough, but it only has you smiling, has you clutching onto the pillow for dear life while your eyes cross and your toes curl from the sensation of Seungcheol fucking you brainless.

He fucks you like he wants to embed himself into you, fucks you like he wants to become a part of you. Seungcheol whispers filth into your ear as he takes you, fingers rubbing torturously on your clit while his punishing strokes push you closer and closer to the edge.

“Fucking love this pussy,” Seungcheol groans. “I’m not letting you go after this—shit. When you need cock, you come to me, okay? I’ll fuck you, baby. I’ll fuck you so good.”

You don’t respond, too lost in the pleasure.

“Say it, pretty girl,” Seungcheol mumbles against your ear, tone deceptively soft like his thrusts aren’t harsh. “Say you’ll come to me. Tell me this pussy’s all mine or I won’t let you cum—“

“It’s yours!” You cry out. It’s the sex talking. It’s your proximity to the edge and the desperation to fall off it that has you speaking like this. “This pussy’s all yours to fuck, all yours to take—shit, Cheol! There, right there—“

“That’s right,” Seungcheol groans, continuing to hit the spot that has you shaking and moaning like a whore. You feel like a college girl getting her first taste of a good dicking down, holy shit. “Only I can fuck you this good, so you come to me.”

“Cheol, cumming!”

It’s the only warning you give Seungcheol before you cum, the world going dark as your mouth falls open into a soundless scream. It feels like the world stopped for that moment, all the air stolen from you as your body is overcome by a white hot pleasure that has you seizing before becoming a boneless mush of satisfaction underneath Seungcheol.

The man shortly follows, moans of your name falling from his lips before he’s stilling and soaking the entirety of this cock with your heat. He’s so deep inside your guts that you can feel him in your throat, and it’s the only sensation you can register as you both try to come down from the high.

When Seungcheol pulls out, he’s quick to collapse beside you. There’s a fucked out grin on his face as he pulls you in, satisfaction lining every inch of his face as he breathes you in and nuzzles into your form.

“You’re going to kill me,” Seungcheol breathes out, nosing at your temple with a smile. “Your cunt should come with a warning.”

The words have you laughing, nuzzling happily into the man’s chest as you throw a leg around him and wrap an arm around his waist. “That good, Cheol?”

“That good,” Seungcheol confirms, hand rubbing up and down your bare back. It’s quiet for a few seconds before he speaks again. “Are you hungry?”

Almost as if on cue, your stomach rumbles, and you can only smile sheepishly at Seungcheol as he reaches for his phone on the nightstand and opens a food delivery app.

“What do you wanna eat?” Seungcheol asks as he turns the screen in your direction, thumb scrolling through the little catalogue.

It’s a little intimate, you think, to be wrapped in Seungcheol’s arms while he scrolled through his phone to order food for the two of you. The entire scene is domestic, completely opposite to the way you usually run after satisfying the carnal need in your body.

You don’t dwell on it.

Just enjoy it, you reason. It’s not like you’re going to get attached after a cuddling session. This was you getting your dose of affection after years of being deprived. It’s no different from getting sex.

“That,” You point at the japchae. “I need to stock up on my carbs after what we just did.”

Seungcheol only laughs, ordering two of the japchae and adding chicken before finalizing the order and shutting his phone off. 

“30 minutes,” Seungcheol informs you before wrapping his arms around you. “Think I can sneak in round three?”

“You’re insane,” You laugh, swatting at Seungcheol’s bicep.

Seungcheol only laughs, but you don’t miss the way his hands trails lower and lower, ghosting over your waist, your stomach, and your thighs before his fingers are brushing against your cunt.

His fingers dip into your cunt, and you’re immediately biting your lip to suppress the moan that threatens to break free.

“Open that mouth, pretty girl,” Seungcheol whispers into your ear as he rubs circles between the lips of your cunt. “Let me hear you.”

“Cheol, the food—“

“We’ll be done by then,” Seungcheol murmurs, fingers finding your clit. “I’m just getting my appetizer.”

The next thing you know, Seungcheol’s lapping at your heat, fingers pushing your thighs closer to his head while he dips his tongue in and out of your sopping hole. You can only moan, Seungcheol’s name falling from your lips while you run your fingers through his hair. 

The man gets you to cum twice before the food comes.

Walking to Seungcheol’s kitchen is a challenge, and you almost feel like a suspicious driver that was pulled over by the cops to prove her sobriety, and honestly, if that was the case then you were failing. The orgasms Seungcheol gave you have you existing on a different plane, your body suspiciously light and your legs treacherously shaky as you walk to Seungcheol who’s placing the boxes on the table.

“Is that my shirt?” Seungcheol asks when his eyes fall on you.

“Yeah, sorry. It’s the first thing I grabbed,” You reply, taking a seat across from Seungcheol and grabbing a pair of chopsticks.

“Don’t be. It looks good on you,” Seungcheol says casually before pushing the japchae towards you. “Eat up.”

Fuck, how did those girls survive this?

A beast in the sheets, a gentleman in the streets—Seungcheol is every woman’s wet dream come to life. He’s being so attentive that if you weren’t so desensitized to the idea of love, you’d be tripping all over your feet because of this man.

You and Seungcheol eat in a comfortable silence, the desire pushed aside to satisfy the physiological hunger the two of you neglected in favor of doing other… Activities. 

Seungcheol looks like the prime example of ‘boyfriend material’ as he sits across from you. His hair is messed up, his cheeks are puffed out, and there are traces of red lines and blotches peppered all over his bare chest all thanks to you.

“I was serious, by the way,” Seungcheol says, looking you dead in the eye.

“About what?” You ask before shoving more japchae into your mouth.

“About you coming to me,” Seungcheol replies, and you’re quick to still. This is not good, not good at all. You swear to god if he’s getting attached—

“No strings attached,” Seungcheol says, and the tension is quick to leave your body. “I don’t know about you, but I think we’ve got chemistry.”

You can’t deny that, so you only nod and chew.

“And you literally live next door, so it’s convenient, no?” Seungcheol continues, and you hate that his little pitch is convincing you to actually consider—not even consider, agree.

“So like a friends with benefits sort of thing?” You clarify. You needed to be on the same page because dealing with feelings, commitment, and all those stupid things was the last thing you wanted to do when you already had so much on your plate.

“Yeah,” Seungcheol nods. 

“Can we still fuck other people?” You ask, and you don’t know if you’re imagining it, but you swear you saw a flicker of something a little bit like anger in Seungcheol's eyes.

“You can,” Seungcheol shrugs, but it does not feel as casual as he makes it seem. “But can you really handle dealing with me and other guys?”

“Is that a challenge?” You joke, and Seungcheol only rolls his eyes with a chuckle.

“No,” Seungcheol replies. “Do what you want, but trust me when I say that I’ll be fucking you so often that you won’t even have the energy for other guys.”

You almost choke on your noodles, but you’re quick to recover. “Bold words.”

“You know how well I perform,” Seungcheol grins. “So, are you in?”

You’re going to regret this.

“I’m in.”

—

Seungcheol doesn’t know why he’s like this.

It’s been a month since your little arrangement started, and he’s broken every rule he’s set for himself. No marks, no expectations, and no exclusivity. Seungcheol has followed none of those. There isn’t a day where Seungcheol isn’t covered in hickies, there isn’t a day where he isn’t hoping you’ll show up, and there isn’t a day where he’s torturing himself with the idea of you finding some other guy to fuck. You, on the other hand, don't seem bothered at all.

You go on with your life. You humor Seungcheol and the little hangouts—other people would call it dates—that he invites you to. You eat dinner at his place, fuck, and sometimes you stay the night when you don’t have other things to do.

Those are Seungcheol’s favorite nights.

It’s not even the sex he looks forward to. It’s the sight of you wrapped in his sheets, sleeping peacefully while he read through cases and reports. It’s the sudden feeling of you wrapping your arms around him from behind, sleepily whispering in his ear to join you back in bed. It’s the way he’s quick to relent, locking his lips with yours until the two of you are breathless.

He’s fucked. Really fucked, but he can’t stop himself from seeking you out either way. 

It’s a Friday night. Seungcheol could be hitting the clubs, drinking himself dead in a bar, or looking for some pretty thing who wouldn’t make him wait this long, but he’s here anyway. He’s been here so long—and so often—that he could probably draw the entire front section of the medical sciences building from memory with 100% accuracy. He doesn’t leave though. Not even when some of the pretty pre-med and medicine students send coy looks his way, not even when his feet start to hurt from standing so long, and not even when the sun sets, leaving him with nothing but the streetlights.

But when Seungcheol sees you at the entrance, all of those inconveniences are quickly forgotten.

“Did you wait long?” You ask before pressing a kiss against Seungcheol’s cheek that has his gut twisting treacherously from the sensation. The rabid butterflies in his stomach only worsen when you wipe at where you kissed him, removing whatever lipstick stayed. 

Fuck, he’s so screwed.

“No,” Seungcheol lies through his teeth as he grabs the other helmet resting on his bike and puts it over your head. It’s something he bought a week into your arrangement, justifying the action with some excuse along the lines of how he needed an extra helmet in case the one he’s wearing suddenly breaks.

(Nevermind the fact that it’s in your favorite color.)

“Where are we going?” You ask, hands holding onto the hem of Seungcheol’s jacket as he fastens the helmet, adjusting, loosening, and tightening until he’s sure it’s secure.

“Just a little joyride to my favorite spot,” Seungcheol answers before wearing his own helmet and getting onto the bike. “Unless you’re tired. I have no issue just hanging out at my place—“

“I’m fine,” You reply as you get onto the bike, arms finding their way around Seungcheol’s waist like they belong there. “Nothing beats a Friday night joyride.”

Seungcheol agrees.

The little spot Seungcheol wants to take you is around 20 minutes away, 15 if he’s going to speed, but he isn’t going to risk it. Not when you’re on the back. He’s taken you on little joyrides before, but this spot? This was going to be the first time he’ll take you, the first time he’ll take anyone, really.

It’s his spot after all. It’s where he runs when the world’s too much, where he goes when he needs the space to pretend like nothing else exists. Seungcheol doesn’t know why he’s taking you there, he just knows that it feels right—

“Yah,” Seungcheol warns when he feels your hands wander lower, fingers tracing over his hips the moment the lights turn red. “Don’t start.”

“Start what?” You ask innocently, and Seungcheol can practically see the mischievous smile on your face as you speak.

“You know what.” Seungcheol huffs, busying himself with reaching back and caressing your thighs up and down as he waits for the light to turn green. 

In return, you only hum, pressing closer against him and bumping your helmet with his affectionately. 

The action has Seungcheol’s heart stuttering, and he resists the urge to cuss himself out for being so affected by something so utterly mundane. 

What the hell were you doing to him?

The rest of the ride passes by like that: Seungcheol trying to keep his sanity intact while you—his handsy little backpack—riled him up. Seungcheol was practically counting down the seconds as the two of you got closer and closer to his little spot overlooking the city, eager to enact his revenge on you after all the teasing and groping you’ve been doing.

When the two of you reach the spot, a little grassy patch a few paces away from the road with a view of Seoul’s skyline, Seungcheol immediately gets off, hoists you off the bike, removes your helmets, and promptly drags you to the spot hidden behind the trees.

“Oh wow,” You breathe out when your eyes land on the glittering cityscape and the deep gradient of blue behind it. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Seoul like this.”

“It’s nice, no?” Seungcheol asks as he comes up to stand behind you, arms wrapping around you while you marvel at the sight. “I go here when I’m stressed.”

“I can see why,” You say softly, one arm coming up to scratch at Seungcheol’s head.

It’s soothing, and each drag of your nails against his scalp has Seungcheol’s lids falling lower and lower until the only thing his senses can pick up on is the feeling of your body against his and the scent of your perfume.

(He doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of it.)

Seungcheol doesn’t miss the way your breath hitches when he kisses your neck, doesn’t miss the way your fingers halt when he drags his lips up before pressing another kiss behind your ear.

“Cheol, we’re in public,” You breathe out, and Seungcheol only grins against your ear before one hand grabs your breast and the other cups your mound. “Cheol—“

“No one’s around though,” Seungcheol coaxes, and the grin on his face only widens when he feels your ass grind back against his groin. “It’s just you and me here.”

“I hate you,” You whine, but it doesn’t deter Seungcheol. It only eggs him on, pushes him to shove his hand down your pants while the other crept up under your blouse.

You twitch and moan underneath Seungcheol’s ministrations, eyes screwed shut and head falling back against the man’s shoulder while he kept you standing.

The next thing Seungcheol knows, your knees are on the grass and his cock is in your mouth.

You’re staring up at him through half-lidded eyes, pink lips stretched wide around his cock while your hands squeezed and played with his balls. Seungcheol doesn’t know how the tables turned so quickly, but he isn’t complaining. 

“Fuck, you’re always so good at this—“ Seungcheol chokes on his words when he feels his balls hit your chin, the entirety of his shaft seated deep in your throat while you gagged on him. “Fuck, wait—“

Seungcheol hears you yelp in surprise when he busts inside your mouth, the cold air hitting his cock when pull away and let the cum splatter all over your lips.

It’s dirty, debauched, and despite the urge to shut his eyes and ride his high, Seungcheol keeps his eyes on you. He commits the image of your mouth covered in his cum to memory, engraining the sight of your teary eyes and your cum-coated tongue into every groove of his addled mind.

You wipe at your chin before licking your fingers, eyes locked with Seungcheol’s the entire time—expecting, waiting.

Seungcheol doesn’t miss a beat before he’s raising you onto your feet and pressing you against the tree, mouth crashing against yours to taste himself mixed with your spit.

You moan into Seungcheol’s mouth, whining when his lips part from yours in favor of pressing kisses down your body as he tugs your pants down and removes them.

“Cheol, just fuck me,” You breathe out as Seungcheol gets onto his knees and pulls your panties off, pocketing the damp lace with a mischievous grin. 

That’s another one for his collection.

(At this point he’s just buying you new ones so he can steal them.)

“Patience is a virtue,” Seungcheol teases as he presses kisses between your thighs, dragging his lips everywhere but the place you truly want him to be in. “I’ve been waiting all week for this.”

It’s the only warning Seungcheol gives you before he’s diving in, tongue licking a long stripe through your wetness before he fully devours your cunt.

Your cries are music to Seungcheol’s ears, groans of approval rumbling through his chest when you grab onto his hair and start grinding against his face, using him like he’s nothing more than a way for you to get off.

Seungcheol doesn’t mind. If anything, he loves it when you get so desperate that you just have to take control.

“Why are you so good at this?” You moan when Seungcheol sucks on your clit, and he only groans in response.

He doesn’t think he’s ever been this enthusiastic about eating pussy. It’s fun, it’s great, and it’s even better when the girl’s having the time of her life, but Seungcheol isn’t doing this for your pleasure, it’s for his.

It sounds selfish, but Seungcheol is addicted to the taste of you, addicted to the sounds you make, addicted to the feeling of your thighs against his face. Of course he wants you to cum, but that want is secondary compared to the need to have you dripping into his mouth and soaking his face.

There is no saving Seungcheol.

(He’s right where he wants to be.)

Even when you cum, Seungcheol doesn’t stop. He licks and eats until the heat in his stomach is satiated, sucks you clean and covers you in his spit until you’re pushing at his head and crying out his name into the night sky.

When Seungcheol pulls away, you’re gone. Your eyes are hazy, your face is beaded with sweat, and your chest is rising and falling like you just ran a marathon. 

“Good?” Seungcheol asks as he gets onto his feet and takes you into his arms.

You nod, “Yeah, just give me a minute.”

When the minute is up, you’re quick to turn your back to Seungcheol, bending over and bracing yourself against the tree with your hands while you look at Seungcheol with hungry eyes, “Whenever you’re ready.”

Seungcheol only grins before reaching into his back pocket to take his wallet out.

Oh fuck no.

“I’ve got bad news,” Seungcheol starts, and he watches you straighten up a fraction. “I don’t have a condom.”

It’s silent for a while.

“Are you clean?” You ask, and Seungcheol has to stop his eyes from bulging out of their sockets. Were you…

Seungcheol can feel his heart pick up pace. This is a line he hasn’t crossed with anyone, ever. It was always condom on, always dutiful testing every time, but you—

“Yeah,” Seungcheol answers. “I haven’t really fucked anyone else, and I’ve got the results on my phone if you want to—“

“I’m clean too, got tested last week,” You reply, and Seungcheol swears there’s a ghost of a smile on your face as you say it. “Haven’t really fucked anyone else either.”

“Okay,” Seungcheol nods, positioning himself behind you. “Birth control?”

“Don’t want a mini-me, Cheol?” You tease, and Seungcheol can feel his dick twitch when the image of you carrying a kid that looks exactly like him crosses his mind. “Kidding, I am.”

(Is it bad that some part of Seungcheol wishes you weren’t?)

“I’ll pull out,” Seungcheol says, and he can practically feel his heart in his throat as he holds onto his cock with one hand and grasps your hip with the other. He’s really doing this, he’s taking your word for it and trusting you blindly, but fuck, the need to be buried in your heat was clouding his mind and pushing aside whatever rational thought remained in his head.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” You grin back at him, and Seungcheol only rolls his eyes.

You had a point.

And that point is proven further when Seungcheol drags his head through your wet lips, the warmth and slick enveloping his cock with no barriers sending tingles up his spine.

He could probably cum from this.

Moans simultaneously fall from your lips when Seungcheol slides in. You’re wet, really wet, and the slick dripping from your slit lets Seungcheol bury himself to the hilt with ease.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Seungcheol hisses, fingers digging into your hips as he strokes in and out of you slowly, savoring the heat, the wetness, and the tightness of your cunt around him. “Never gonna fuck you with a condom on, baby. Not after you’ve given me a taste of this—“

A whine of approval falls from between your lips at the same time you clench around Seungcheol. “Like fucking my pussy bare, Cheol?”

“I love fucking your pussy bare, baby,” Seungcheol groans, hips starting to pick up pace. “And I think you like taking my cock bare too, huh? You’re clenching so tightly, baby. Don’t bother lying to me. I know you like it.”

“I do,” You breathe out, looking behind you to stare at Seungcheol with a sultry, half-lidded gaze that has his cock twitching inside you. “So fuck me like you mean it, Cheol.”

Say less.

Seungcheol fucks you like his life depends on it. He aims for the spots has hour moans increasing in pitch, strokes his cock in and out at a pace that has your knees bucking and your eyes crossing. At one point, Seungcheol has to get his arms around you, keeping you upright while he bent over you and humped into you like doing anything else would kill him.

“You’re being so loud, baby. What if someone hears?” Seungcheol knows no one passes by here, especially not at this hour, but says it anyway because he knows it’ll get you going. “What’ll they say when they see you moaning and crying on my cock like a slut, hm? You’ve got such a pretty face but you’re letting me ruin you like this, fuck.”

“Let them watch,” You moan in reply. “Let them see how much I love taking your cock.”

Seungcheol almost cums then and there, hips stuttering for a second before he’s fucking in and out of you with no regard for anything but the sheer desire to the get both of you coming undone.

“Don’t say shit like that unless you want me to fill you up,” Seungcheol hisses as he pulls your hips back to meet his harsh thrusts. “You’re such a slut, fuck. You treat other guys like this or am I just special, hm?”

“Just you, Cheol!” You whine, little gasps and moans falling from your lips as Seungcheol uses you to his heart—and dick’s—content. “I’m so close, please, please, please—“

You shriek when Seungcheol’s hand finds its way to your clit, fingers rubbing sloppy circles meant to push you closer to the edge. 

“Hold it, pretty girl,” Seungcheol rasps into your. “I want to cum with you.”

You whine, fingers clenched into fists as you brace yourself against the tree. “Can’t—“

“You can, baby,” Seungcheol murmurs against your ear as he feels his balls seize and his stomach clench at the impending orgasm. It’s a big one, he can tell. He can feel the electricity all the way to his toes, can feel his body tensing in anticipation of something mindblowing. “Where?”

“Anywhere—fuck, please just let me cum, Cheol, please—“

Seungcheol can’t hold back anymore, “Cum for me, baby.”

A loud cry of Seungcheol’s name falls from your lips at the same time you clamp violently down on Seungcheol’s dick. The sensation is so sudden and so strong that Seungcheol is immediately thrown headfirst into an orgasm that has him swearing and biting into your shoulder to muffle his moans.

He’s not cumming anywhere else after this.

Seungcheol can feel his cum fill you up, and your cunt only spasms sporadically around him like it approves, like it wants him to paint your insides white with his spunk. It’s warm, wet, intimate, and Seungcheol feels so tied to you in that moment that he can’t find it in himself to pull out even when his cock no longer has anything to spill.

When you turn your head around and raise a hand to Seungcheol’s jaw, he’s quick to lean down and capture your lips.

It’s soft, slow, and it has Seungcheol’s heart beating treacherously as he licks into your mouth and grinds his softening cock to drive his release deeper into your core. It’s useless, he knows that.

(But it’s the thought that counts.)

The possessiveness from his end has always been there, and you letting him cum inside you like this has only served to worsen it. This is his pussy, his woman. His to hold, his to touch, his to fuck, his to love—

Seungcheol can feel the world stop.

“Cheol?” You murmur against his lips when you feel him still. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Seungcheol replies quickly as he pecks your lip and pulls out against his will. If Seungcheol wasn’t going through hell and back right now, he would probably get on his knees and lick at the globs of white dribbling from your hole. “I thought I heard something.”

You only give him a look before nodding. “Can I get my panties back?”

“No,” Seungcheol grins like he isn’t going through a crisis, grins like the foundation of everything he’s known and upheld isn’t being violently shaken. “They’re mine now.”

You aren’t his, but Seungcheol—and it terrifies him to admit this—is yours.

It’s just sex to you, but it isn’t to Seungcheol, it hasn’t been for a while, he realizes. Is this what all the other girls felt when he was fucking them with no feelings? It felt bad, really bad. 

“Typical,” You say with a roll of your eyes, a small smile on your lips as you pull your pants up. “Wanna get dinner?”

“Sure,” Seungcheol nods as he pulls his bottoms up and takes your hand to guide you back to where his bike’s parked. “What are we feeling?”

We. It feels right, and Seungcheol doesn’t think he can live without all of this anymore. 

“Chimaek?” You ask, and Seungcheol nods.

“Chimaek it is.”

—

You’re fucked.

It’s been two months since you started this arrangement with Choi Seungcheol, and neither of you seem to have any plans of stopping. It’s good, great even. Seungcheol is quite literally the man of your dreams and that is the problem. You’re doing less of the sex and more of the enjoying each other’s company, and it scares you because this is not what you were expecting.

You were expecting to get your back blown out every now and then before taking your leave like it’s some kind of spa appointment. You were not expecting the gentle aftercare, the movie nights, the café dates, the library hangouts, the intimate dinners, the Friday night joyrides, the sweet slow fucking—

Choi Seungcheol was treating you less like a way to get off and more like a girlfriend, and it terrifies you because you don’t want him to stop.

You’re not supposed to get attached. Especially not to someone who’s known for using women until they catch feelings and discarding them when they do. You did not want to be on the list of women that Seungcheol has fucked into falling in love with him, your pride can’t take it.

(Neither can your heart.)

You’re in the middle of a self-care shopping session when Seungcheol calls, and you hate the way you’re quick to find a quiet corner to pick up his call.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” You answer, and you swear your heart seems to beat faster at the sound of his voice. “Why’d you call?”

“Where are you?” Seungcheol asks, and in the background you can hear the sound of a bike revving up.

“At the mall,” You answer. “Thinking if I should buy the skirt I was talking about.”

“The lilac one?” Seungcheol asks, and you can’t help the smile that makes its way to your face. He remembers even the smallest rambles. Of course he does. “I’m on my way.”

“What?” Your body is suddenly on full alert. “Why?”

“Can’t I hang out with my favorite girl?” Seungcheol is teasing you, you know that, but knowing that doesn’t change the fact that his words have your pulse quickening. “Be there in 10 minutes.”

“Don’t speed,” You scold, and Seungcheol chuckles from the other line.

“Got it, boss.”

And the call ended there.

You can no longer focus on your little shopping spree, too bothered by Seungcheol’s sudden disturbance during a day that was supposed to be about that self-love shit all those mental health gurus spoke about. The only thing you can think about is why. His make-up class just ended. He could head straight home and sleep the rest of the day away to recover his energy but he chose to go to you.

And you didn’t even ask him to.

“Hey.”

You’re quick to turn at the sound of Seungcheol’s voice.

It’s unfair how he just keeps looking better every time you see him. White slacks, brown polo, that godforsaken ID lace—Seungcheol makes his everyday wear look like something that was ripped off a runway. The outfit coupled with the smile, the dimples, the pushed-back hair—

A kiss is pressed to your cheek at the same time Seungcheol takes your hand, and that’s how your fate is sealed, you think.

“What was that for?” You ask when Seungcheol pulls away and starts guiding you back to the store with the skirt you’ve been eyeing.

“Just felt like it,” Seungcheol shrugs like he didn’t just ruin the foundation of everything you believed in. “Shall we?”

“Where are we going?” You ask.

“To the store,” Seungcheol snorts like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “We’re getting that skirt.”

You stare at him incredulously. “Sorry, we?”

“My bad,” Seungcheol looks at you with a grin. “I’m getting the skirt.”

Despite your protests, Seungcheol somehow manages to tap his card and get you the lilac skirt you’ve been eyeing since it crossed your feed the other week.

“I’m paying you back,” You tell Seungcheol, walking out of the store not knowing if you’re supposed to be giddy or guilty. It’s expensive, and even if it probably wouldn’t put a dent on Seungcheol’s account, you still hate the idea of owing him.

“Don’t bother because I’m just going to return it,” Seungcheol waves you off. “Where do you wanna eat?”

“You pick,” You reply quickly. There was no way in hell you were going to be the one to pick when Seungcheol already paid for the overpriced skirt sitting prettily in the shopping bag you’re holding.

“Okay.”

You resist the urge to scream when Seungcheol takes you to your favorite restaurant. Of course he’d do that. Of course the universe would push him in that direction just to make things worse for the walls around your heart that were crumbling like heaps of loosely packed sand.

“Didn’t know you liked it here,” You comment.

“Got used to it,” Seungcheol shrugs. “Your usual?”

“Yeah,” You nod before sweeping your eyes across the restaurant to look for an empty seat. “I’ll go look for a seat.”

“Go ahead,” is the only thing Seungcheol says as he gives your hip a squeeze before letting you go.

You hate this.

What was supposed to be a date with yourself quickly became a date with Seungcheol. Was it a date? You liked to think it was. Anyone who was witnessing it would call it that with how sweet and doting Seungcheol is towards you. He hasn’t let your hand go, hasn’t let you pay for anything, hasn’t let you out of his sight. 

The only thing missing was the label, really. 

Friends don’t do this, not even the ones who come with benefits. They don’t hold your hand and press a kiss to your head every once in a while. They don’t laugh at each and every one of your jokes and pinch your cheek affectionately. They don’t get you flowers from a random stall just because it would look prettier in your hands. They don’t do everything Seuncheol does when he’s with you.

What were you two?

And when did the two of you ever reach this point? When did you ever let Seungcheol so close to your heart? When did you ever let him infiltrate your routine so deeply that his absence made things feel… Wrong? 

“You want bingsu?” Seungcheol asks as he points toward the little dessert café in the distance. “You said you were craving some last night, right?”

“Sure,” You nod. “But I’m paying this time.”

“You’ll have to beat me to it,” Seungcheol only looks at you with that handsome smile of his. The one that has his cheeks sinking into treacherously adorable dimples that have your heart skipping and tumbling.

The day ends at Seungcheol’s apartment.

He’s lying down on the couch with you resting on top of him, the two of you locked in a languid kiss that had no definite direction. You’re kissing for the hell of it, hands all up in Seungcheol’s hair while he rubbed and squeezed you all over.

This isn’t how it should be.

It should be carnal, meaningless beyond its purpose as a way to satiate the call of the flesh. You and Seungcheol should be desperately stripping each other, hunger fueling your movements as you chase that sinful high, but that’s not what’s happening.

Seungcheol’s just kissing you.

You’re just kissing Seungcheol.

It’s just a kiss.

(It feels like so much more than that.)

“Wanna stay the night?” Seungcheol murmurs against your lips before pressing a tender kiss to your chin.

Your eyes flutter shut at the soft sensation. “Aren’t you tired?”

“We don’t have to fuck,” Seungcheol mumbles as he drags his lips against the column of your throat. “We can just sleep if you don’t wanna.”

“Why?” You breathe out. You’ve been asking that so often that you think the word is already branded onto your tongue.

“Why not?” Seungcheol chuckles, hands moving to squeeze at your hips. “But you don’t have to.”

But you want to.

You want to fall asleep in his arms, want to wake up in it. You crave the intimacy, the comfort, the warmth, but most of all, you crave Seungcheol. So against your better judgement, you say, “I’ll stay.”

You’re fucked.

—

Jeongyeon doesn’t like Choi Seungcheol.

She knows you can handle yourself, it’s why she didn’t meddle when she found out that you were in some no-strings-attached arrangement with the guy. Sure, she’s worried, but she’s not going to dictate your life. The most she can do is watch out for the guy and steer you off the path to loving him when you started showing signs like the rest of her blockmates did when Seungcheol got them dickmatized.

Unfortunately, when she gets to you, it’s too late.

You’re standing at her door, wide-eyed, utterly horrified, and with one sentence, you confirm her greatest fears:

“Jeongyeon, I think I like him.”

It’s a good thing her fridge is filled with beer and bad ideas.

Jeongyeon listens to you talk about the man, about how handsome he is, how well he treats you, and how soft he makes you feel every time you’re with him. Jeongyeon doesn’t hear you say anything about his dick—not that she wants to hear it—and she thinks that’s the worst part.

Because you see Choi Seungcheol as more than a quick fuck, and Seungcheol, no matter how kind or gentlemanly he’s being, is never in these relationships for anything more than just a quick fuck. 

You ramble and ramble, beer in one hand and heart in the other, and it takes everything in Jeongyeon not to shake you and tell you to run the way you always do.

You were too happy. Terrified by the rawness of the feeling gnawing at your heart, sure, but happy, and Jeongyeon doesn’t think she’s seen you smile like this in a while.

“Girl, there is no saving you,” Jeongyeon concludes for the nth time that night after you pause in your little rant about how Seungcheol looked so adorably bitable in the mornings. “Why don’t you just confess?”

“Telling me to die would’ve been kinder, Jeongyeon-ah,” You reply with a sigh, clutching tighter onto your beer bottle as you pull your legs in and rest your chin on your knees. “You know how he is.”

Jeongyeon does, but it’s been a while since she’s heard Seungcheol’s name float around in the halls. Which is odd because the girls in her class are usually whispering about his latest fuck and who might be next followed by the same girls wishing it was them.

Odd, but Jeongyeon doesn’t dwell on it.

“Well, it’s better than keeping it to yourself and falling even deeper for the guy,” Jeongyeon shrugs. 

“I’m not gonna fall in love—“

“Y/N, you already have,” Jeongyeon says, and she watches as you tense and cave in on yourself like you can’t handle the weight of reality falling down onto you all at once. “I know you.”

And Jeongyeon knows that beneath your lustful, unfeeling exterior is the girl who’s still hoping for true love despite all the times she’s been fucked over by the male population. You weren’t always like this: so determined to stay unattached and unavailable. You’ve always had a lot of love to give, always been the kind of girl who dreamed of finding her one true love and settling down in some cute suburban house with a dog and two kids, but life happens. 

Jeongyeon still remembers the first break-up: some shitty senior from college who wooed you, took your virginity, and promptly left once he got what he wanted. She still remembers the men that came after, the ones who pretended to be the ideal man just so they could score one night. She also remembers the ones who stuck around, the extremely jealous bastards who’d tear you down to keep you tethered while they fucked other women behind your back. Jeongyeon honestly doesn’t blame you for being so pessimistic about men when your history was full of assholes.

“Do I just end it?” You whisper softly, and Jeongyeon wants to say yes, but the glimmer of hope in your eyes has Jeongyeon swallowing her words and shaking her head.

“Maybe you should talk to him first,” Jeongyeon suggests. It’s the logical route. The mature way of handling things. It may be pointless given Seungcheol’s tendencies, but it’s better than you not trying and tormenting yourself with the what if’s.

“I’ll try,” You mumble in reply. “But I kinda just wanna get shitfaced right now.”

Jeongyeon only smiles. “Let’s do that then.”

Maybe it’s time for her to intervene.

(Unfortunately, things go to shit even before Jeongyeon can intervene.)

Jeongyeon thinks it’s a little tacky to be throwing a birthday party at a club, but Jeongyeon doesn’t question it. She’s just here to build a rapport with her peers and the free fancy alcohol that Jennie was paying for with daddy’s money.

“Oh my god, I can’t watch this,” Nayeon tucks her face into Jeongyeon’s shoulder, immediately piquing the latter’s curiosity. “Girl, he doesn’t want you.”

“What’s happening?” Jeongyeon asks, looking around the club to search for the potential source of entertainment.

Nayeon points towards one of the booths, and what Jeongyeon sees immediately has her stomach twisting in knots.

Jennie’s drunk, clinging onto Seungcheol who has an unreadable expression on his face. She’s got his arm trapped between her breasts, her perfectly manicured finger tracing lascivious circles on the man’s chest as she whispers something into his ear.

This is not good, but Jeongyeon gives Seungcheol the benefit of the doubt. Presumption of innocence: Seungcheol is innocent until proven guilty.

However, it doesn’t sit right with Jeongyeon. Jennie has always been head over heels for the man, her little masochistic crush unwavering even when whispers of Seungcheol fucking some other girl who’s not her flies around the halls. She always takes it in stride with a smile, the woman completely deluded that things would go her way when the timing’s right.

Jeongyeon almost feels bad for her.

(But she’s more worried about you.)

“Oh wait, I think she’s got a shot,” Nayeon says from beside Jeongyeon as Seungcheol hoists Jennie onto her feet and starts dragging her out of the club.

You aren’t exclusive. It’s something you told Jeongyeon when babbling about the informal arrangement. Seungcheol could fuck who he wanted the same way you could, but feelings don’t listen to technicalities.

This would ruin you.

Jeongyeon’s torn between telling you and letting you find out. After all, she doesn’t have the full details. She doesn’t know where Seungcheol’s going, doesn’t know where he’s taking Jennie’s drunk ass while all her friends whistled and hollered. For all Jeongyeon knows, he could just be taking her home, but all current evidence shows otherwise. But then again, she doesn’t have solid proof, and she wasn’t about to burden you with something that hasn’t occurred yet.

And so, Jeongyeon decides to keep her mouth shut until you ask or until she’s got enough evidence.

There’s nothing else she can do beyond that.

—

You think you’re going to be sick.

[jenniekim] ‘Thanks for last night <3’

A heart and a vague caption, they’re usually things you wouldn’t think twice about scrolling past, but not this time. Not when the heart and the vague caption came with a picture of a drop dead gorgeous woman—you assume she’s Jennie—clinging onto Seungcheol. It’s only made worse when you move to the next screenshot and find a picture of Jennie looking absolutely gone while she clings onto Seungcheol’s arm. The final nail in your coffin comes when you play the screen-recording of a video from some dump account’s IG story captioned: ‘get your man girl’.

And the video shows the vague figures of Seungcheol dragging Jennie out of the club.

There’s no mistaking it. 

It’s him.

You’ve seen that body, touched that body, worshipped that body too many times to be wrong. You’ve spent too many nights watching that strong back shift and move, spent too many days with that view.

You’re going to puke.

[Jeongjeongie <3]: just a heads up [Jeongjeongie <3]: nothing’s confirmed but I thought you should know. [You]: Thanks, bestie  [You]: Totally not sobbing right now [You]: JK, I’m fine, don’t worry.  [You]: We aren’t exclusive, so it’s fine. It’s not fine. It’s the farthest thing from fine. [Jeongjeongie <3]: well, if you ever want to fuck him up [Jeongjeongie <3]: you know who to call [You]: Thanks [You]: ily

You mute your phone and shove it into your bag before you could torture yourself even more. Not that you needed to look at the pic to do that. You had stared at it for so long that the image has already burned itself into your retina. It didn’t matter if your eyes were closed or open, you could still see the red of Jennie’s dress complementing the black of Seungcheol’s shirt, could still play the video of them leaving the club in 4K.

It hurts.

It feels like your chest is caving in on itself, like your heart was being crushed in the unfeeling palm of someone who wanted you dead. It has you tearing up, your throat tightening and your head pounding as you try to recall those stupid breathing exercises that were meant to ground you but none of it is working. 

Did Seungcheol get sick of you? Did he finally get his fill of you and realized that he needed something new? What did she have that you didn’t? Was she a better fuck? Or did you just get boring? Is that it? It probably was. You’re stupid for thinking that Seungcheol wanted you for anything beyond sex. That’s all you are anyway, a way to get off, a way to remove the edge. Maybe your ex was right. You’re not the type of woman that men can love, you’re the kind they pass around.

Well fuck them then.

The ache quickly turns into anger, and the anger quickly turns into a desire for revenge.

If Seungcheol was going to fuck other people, then so were you, and you were going to enjoy every single second of it.

—

Mingyu is a patient man.

But he likes to think that even a patient man has his limits.

You’ve been eyeing him like prey since the moment you walked into the little house party his frat brothers are throwing, and he can’t say that he hates it. If anything, Mingyu loves it. The woman he’s been pining after for a year suddenly showing something beyond professional courtesy and friendly banter? Sign him the fuck up.

That’s why when he catches your sultry gaze for the nth time that night, Mingyu decides to down the rest of his liquid courage in one go before walking over to where you’re refilling your cup with the dreadful concoction his brothers made.

“How are you not dying from that?” Mingyu says as he stands beside you, watching you fill your cup with what might just be liquid poison.

“Practice,” You reply, taking a sip of the drink before pulling a face. “Want some?”

Mingyu only takes your wrist, bringing the cup to his lips, and taking a sip of the drink he swore he’d never touch again.

The taste of chemical hits Mingyu’s tongue, and it takes everything in him not to sputter and spit the liquid out. Call it childish, call it high school, but he wasn’t about to look like an idiot in front of the woman he likes.

Mingyu, against his better judgment, swallows and says, “Still as bad as I remember.”

You only giggle before reaching up, a perfectly manicured finger tracing the line of alcohol at the corner of Mingyu’s mouth before you pop it between your lips.

There isn’t a single coherent thought in Mingyu’s head after that.

“Tastes fine to me,” You reply, and Mingyu doesn’t know if he’s imagining it, but he swears there’s an edge to your tone that’s meant to provoke. 

It’s a blur from there.

Mingyu follows you to your apartment like a sailor strung by the notes of a siren’s song. He feels like he’s in a daze as you pull him in and crash your soft lips against his in a ravenous kiss that has his body burning up.

He knows you’re just using him, knows he’s just another notch on your bedpost, but that doesn’t stop him from kissing back with just as much—if not more—hunger. He’s waited for this, craved this and more. It may not be the timeline envisioned for you two but—

Mingyu will take what he can get.

It’s stupid, but Mingyu can’t help but hope that maybe he can fuck you well enough to make you fall in love with him the way he’s in love with you.

“Fuck me, Gyu,” You murmur against Mingyu’s lips as you pull him back into your bed.

Mingu only follows the tug at his shirt and his heart, hands moving hastily to strip you and him before he’s rolling the condom onto his cock and positioning it at your entrance.

You’re just using him.

(Mingyu would gladly be used by you.)

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“the one and only Incantations. It's so amazing and one of the best fics I've ever read 🙏🏻”

moon river

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subtle poetry

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Appreciations for @supi-wupi

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“supi!! we didn’t get to chat all the time, but playing cards with you was fun. like… me opening one eye mid sleep just to finish that… you know, the whole  *vague hand gestures* i forgot whats it's called but to drop and jump and stuff? oh to get out of the pool and enter again!!! (my brain still refuses to name what that command is called 😭). that was one of the times we talked the most, and you were always so kind. i hope you have the happiest holiday!!”

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Recommended work by supi-wupi 

Confessions & Compatibility Tests

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Recommended work by svtiddiess

Nom Nom 

“i was so happy to learn that ‘nom nom’ is actually a whole series!!! i haven’t gone through every part yet, but the ones i’ve read were DELICIOUSLY good.”

Please, Officer?

AssCoups

“A story dedicated to Seungcheol’s ass, what more could you want?”

Haunted!

“A funny and sweet story!”

Appreciations for @synthetickitsune

“i find it so cute and funny that there’s a character with my name in the game you play and it reminds you of me bahahah. i mean, it should! if it didn’t, i’d probably be seriously upset and questioning where we stand XD little things like that and just seeing you around always make me smile. thank you for being your wonderful, hilarious self. i hope you have the happiest holidays and get to do all the things that make you feel good!”

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You go through the rest of your day like a drunkard with a debilitating hangover. There hasn’t been a single coherent thought to fire through your synapses, each and every single thought in your head centering itself on Seungcheol and all the things he did to you last night. If you focus hard enough, you can probably still feel the heat on your skin, the softness on your lips, the muscle underneath your nails, the sting of your behind, the fullness between your legs—

“Shit!” You hiss as the ramyeon’s soup starts bubbling out of the little pot on your stove. Quickly, you reach out to press the button, turning the stove off before you’re grabbing a trivet to set the pot on.

Frustration and embarrassment fill your form as you wipe your stove, careful to focus this time around because getting a burn from your careless daydreaming might just become your final straw. You’re not supposed to be this hung over a man, even if said man was hung and knew exactly what to do with his winnings from the genetic lottery. You like to think that you were above that sort of thing, but the way you’re screwing up instant noodles and basic chores has you realizing that maybe, just maybe, you were prone to being dickmatized too.

Yikes, you think. Jeongyeon’s going to either kick your ass to make you forget or make fun of you daily to never let you live it down, and neither route sounds good. The worst part of it, you’ll have to live the rest of your life finding someone who can outperform that stud.

Damn it.

—

Choi Seungcheol is a light sleeper.

Unfortunately, that was not the case for today because he slept through the morning and woke up with the space beside him cold and barren. The fact that he’s still boneless and breathless in bed despite the hours that have passed is a testament to just how well you sucked his soul out with the heat between your legs and the space between your lips. 

And that pisses him off because did you seriously just hit him with a fuck-and-run? He doesn’t usually mind. It’s less work for him, less conversations, less opportunities for attachment. However, Seungcheol now minds because his one-night stands don’t usually flip his world upside down and alter the course of his life with a single night of mind-blowing sex.

Fucking hell.

Seungcheol sits up, eyes searching the room for traces you may have left behind because he’s an action-taker. He isn’t the type to sit down and wait for things to move in his favor, he forces things to bend to his will until he gets what he wants, and what he really wants right now is you. Unfortunately for him, there isn’t a single trace of you, at least not one that Seungcheol can use to find you.

The only thing he’s got is the scent of you lingering the sheets, the memories of your pretty face, and the phantom feeling of a soft, heated body pressing against Seungcheol—if he focused hard enough, he could probably pretend like you were right there.

It’s nothing compared to the real thing, but even the memory of you is greater than the reality of all his entanglements.

Jeonghan would probably make fun of him for being this pussywhipped, but he’d argue that the man just didn’t have enough context. Jeonghan would probably end up the same way if he got to feel you—

Nevermind. 

(Seungcheol can’t even stomach the thought.)

The next few days are spent getting over you figuratively and getting over many other women…

Literally. 

Seungcheol seduces whatever pretty little thing he finds and prays that one of them will be enough to match you, but it’s useless. He doesn’t even remember their faces or their names, doesn’t remember taking them to his apartment and seeing them out. Call him an asshole, but the only thing he ever truly remembers is the disappointment because none of them have him feeling even half of everything you made him feel that night. What’s worse is that he can only ever really cum with them when he’s imagining you.

Seungcheol wonders if you spiked your body with drugs because why the hell did he feel like an addict going through withdrawals? It makes sense, he thinks. The indescribable high of that night followed by the lowest of lows he’s been experiencing these past few days… It’s a textbook case of addiction.

He needed to find you soon before he went insane, but unfortunately for him, the only thing he’s got is the memory of your face and your name.

This was going to be hard.

(Damn near impossible.)

—

Life, thankfully, goes on.

Juggling your responsibilities as a graduate student and a teaching assistant gets you busy enough to momentarily forget the handsome man from that night. Most of your days are spent attending classes, working on your thesis, setting up microscopes, checking laboratory reports, preparing smears, checking test papers, and filling in for the professors who couldn’t be bothered with addressing their students’ inquiries.

It’s a welcome distraction because you don’t think you can stomach the thought of spending your free time daydreaming about getting bent over by Seungcheol when you could just find another man to—

You’re stirred from your thoughts when one of the undergraduate students raises his hand. They’ve been familiarizing themselves with the different parasites, and unfortunately, you’ve been tasked with assisting them and turning them into diagnostic experts because that sort of job was just so beneath the professors.

Not that you mind. Identifying parasites under the microscope was leagues better than preparing Kato-Katz slides.  

“Is this an egg?” Chan, the undergraduate student who had raised his hand, asks as he pulls away from the microscope to give you the space to view. He’s a good kid. Sure, he struggles, but he’s honest, determined, and it’s not something you could say for most members of his batch.

“Congratulations, it’s not an artifact,” You grin as you look at the egg in view, fiddling with the fine adjustment knob to get a clearer view of the slide. “Next question. What parasite does this egg belong to?”

You pull away to look at Chan who’s grinning confidently, “Hookworm.”

“Wrong,” You reply, and Chan’s quick to look through the microscope again.

“Is it really not?” Chan asks in disbelief as he fiddles with the light, the knob, the condenser—everything. “It’s got the morula and the thin shell—“

“Wow, someone studied,” You tease, and Chan is quick to affirm you proudly. “I get the confusion, but that’s actually an Ascaris egg.”

“No, it’s not,” Chan argues, returning to the microscope. “There’s no way. It doesn’t have the rough layer outside.”

“You’re right, it doesn’t have the mammillary layer,” You nod. “It’s decorticated, that’s why it doesn’t have the outer layer, but if you look at the inside…”

The rest of the class passes by like that, and by the end of it, your social battery is already depleted. You bid the last of the students goodbye before you’re turning all the microscopes off. You needed to finish as quickly as you could if you wanted to make it in time for lunch with Jeongyeon.

A heavy sigh leaves your form when your eyes land on the stack of lab reports, your body filled with dread as you think of the long walk from the laboratory to Professor Park’s office.

Damn it.

You steel yourself before carrying the ridiculous stack of papers, walking out of the laboratory before you’re kicking the door closed behind you. You’re careful not to lose your balance because the only thing worse than having to carry the heavy stack of papers across the campus is tripping and making the papers fly everywhere.

“Need help?”

Relief fills your form at the familiar voice, and before you know it, the stack is removed from your arms and Kim Mingyu is looking at you with a bright grin like a knight in shining scrubsuit.

“Thank you,” You say as you straighten out your blouse. “But you didn’t have to take the entire stack.” 

“I want to,” Mingyu shrugs. “Where are we taking this?”

He says we like he isn’t carrying everything.

“Professor Park’s office,” You reply, and Mingyu’s reaction is immediate.

“He’s still teaching?” Mingyu asks, pulling a face at the mention of the man. Mingyu and all the other medical students only had him for a semester, and they all disliked him. He reads his slides word per word, spends half the discussion complaining about his ex-wife, replies to questions with nothing substantial, and somehow he still has the gall to make the most difficult exams in the department. Professor Park doesn’t have the best reputation because of it, and you haven’t even added your own grievances as the TA that suffers to make up for his negligence.

“Unfortunately,” You laugh with a shake of your head. “And he hasn’t changed at all.”

“Yikes.”

On your way to Mr. Park’s office, you spot Jeongyeon who you presume is on her way to look for you. However, when she does spot you, she doesn’t call, doesn’t greet. The only thing she does is let her eyes flicker between you and Mingyu before giving you a knowing look and a suggestive wiggle of her brows.

You pretend not to see her.

“Thanks, Mingyu,” You say as you help him arrange the laboratory reports on Professor Park’s desk. 

“Anytime for my favorite TA,” Mingyu grins as he holds the office door open for you before shutting it behind him. “Where are you off to next?”

“I’m gonna get lunch with Jeongyeon,” You reply. “You?”

“I’ve got class with Dr. Lee which is in—“ Mingyu pauses to look at the Royal Oak on his wrist, “5 minutes.”

“Oh my god, you’re going to be late,” You say in disbelief. Dr. Lee’s classes were held at the same building the two of you came from.

“15 minute grace period,” Mingyu grins with a wink as he begins to jog. “I’ll get going. Eat well!”

“Thanks!” You call out with a wave, and you can’t help the laugh that leaves your form when Mingyu waves back only to trip over his feet and stumble before continuing to wave.

It’s cute. A little embarrassing on his end, but it only adds to his clumsy appeal.

“So why haven’t you tapped that?” 

You jolt at the sudden sound of a voice beside you, but you’re quick to relax when you realize that it’s just Jeongyeon with her daily dose of teasing.

“Girl, no,” You sigh before looping your arms with Jeongyeon and dragging her to the direction of the mall beside campus.

“Why not?” Jeongyeon asks, tone split between genuine curiosity and encouragement. “He’s smart, handsome, nice, and not to mention obviously very into you—“

“That’s the problem,” You cut her off before she can continue to dig into your brain and plant whatever seeds she's got in hand. Jeongyeon only wants what’s best for you, you know that. “He likes me, not just the idea of fucking me.”

“You know that’s what most girls want, right?” Jeongyeon snorts, stilling and holding you by the arm before you walked into the oncoming traffic. “Not shallow? No commitment issues? Rich? Ridiculously ripped?”

“I know,” You groan. It’s not that you don’t like Mingyu. If anything, you probably would have—in Jeongyeon’s terms—tapped that, but Mingyu’s not the type to have one night stands. He’s the type to take you on a date and hold off for months before making love. The type of guy you bring to your parents, the type of guy you marry. He is, quite literally, everything your non-committal self fears. “But I just… He deserves someone who can commit.”

“That could be you,” Jeongyeon shrugs before dragging you across the street at the sight of the traffic light turning green. “Just saying, it’s a wasted opportunity.”

“You date him then.”

“Pass, not my type,” Jeongyeon snorts. “But seriously, you should think about it.”

You do. A lot more than you should.

The one night stands are fun and impersonal. It gives you the intimacy your body craves without the expectations and repercussions. You don’t have to deal with disappointing someone, and you don’t have to deal with being disappointed by someone. However, you can’t deny that there are days where the same soul-sucking routine of fucking and leaving has you feeling drained, dead—a shell of yourself.

On those days, you can’t help but wish for someone who would just… See you. Someone who’ll just hold you and love you unconditionally like there’s nothing else in the world that matters. 

But facing that reality takes too much work, and you’re honestly too busy to give yourself the space and time for self-reflection followed by gradual self-improvement.

Mingyu didn’t deserve a work-in-progress. You may be known for your maneating ways, but you still have morals, and you weren’t about to seriously fuck up one of the few genuinely nice men that walked the surface of this earth for a night—hell, you’d do it in broad daylight—of pleasure.

Even if he looked that good.

(Even if his attitude was even better.)

“Where’d you go last Friday?” Jeongyeon asks before taking a spoonful from her bowl. “I mean, I’m used to it, but you went completely silent over the weekend, so I was a little worried.”

You grin at her, “Do you really want to know?”

Jeongyeon, already used to your antics, only rolls her eyes before responding, “Another conquest?”

“Yup,” You reply, the grin on your race unwavering even as you chew through your japchae. “I’d probably ask him to do it—well, me—again if I had his number.”

“Was he that good?” Jeongyeon raises a brow in question to which you only nod enthusiastically. “I thought you didn’t go for seconds?”

“Well his dick game was so good it deserves seconds,” You shrug, taking another clump of japchae between your chopsticks. “And he had such a pretty face too.”

“Wait, who even is this?” Jeongyeon asks, setting her utensils down to look at you straight.

“That’s the problem,” You whine in complaint. “I don’t know who he is—well, I know his name, but that’s it. I don’t even know if he’s from here.”

Jeongyeon eyes you warily, “Are you seriously going for seconds?”

“Why not?” You shrug, and Jeongyeon gives you a look. “Okay, I know what I said, but Seungcheol doesn’t really seem like the type to get attached.”

“You don’t know that—wait, sorry, who?”

It’s your turn to eye Jeongyeon with caution, “What do you mean who?”

“You said a name,” Jeongyeon clarifies casually, but you can tell there’s something more to it. “What’s his name?”

“…Seungcheol,” You answer, and you swear you see Jeongyeon’s eye twitch. “Choi Seungcheol.”

“Oh fuck no,” Jeongyeon buries her face into her hands with a groan. Anyone walking past would be able to tell that she’s frustrated. “Y/N, holy shit, you need to fix your taste in men.”

“Why?”

“He’s a whore,” Jeongyeon replies.

“And I’m not?” You ask, amused. 

“You are, but you’ve got principles,” Jeongyeon answers immediately, no hesitation, not even a hint of denial. “You don’t let the men get attached, but him? He fucks for as long as he can get away with it then discards when it gets too real.” 

“Do you know him?” You ask, suddenly very invested. An opportunity for round two was presenting itself indirectly, and you were not about to let it go to waste. You don’t want your men attached, he doesn’t like his women attached—you guys are a match made in non-committal heaven.

“We’re classmates,” Jeongyeon sighs like even just the thought of Seungcheol is enough to drain her. “He’s in law too, and I admit he’s great at that but… He’s not exactly boyfriend material.”

“Good thing I’m not looking for that,” You shrug with a grin. “Think you can get me his number?”

“How about you just kill me instead?” Jeongyeon deadpans, and you’re quick to laugh. Damn, she must not really like him at all. “Y/N, you deserve better than that.”

“Who, Mingyu?”

“Yes!”

“But I like men that look like they can fuck up my life,” You pout jokingly. You don’t like them. Somehow they always just found their way to you until you gave up on the idea of decent men.

Jeongyeon only groans, sighs, and soundlessly screams into her hands in a little crashout session before she looks straight at you and says, “Then you’ve got the right guy.”

“So are you helping me?”

“No.”

Jeongyeon, true to her words, does not help you secure round two with the handsome stranger. You don’t push. It’s clearly a bad idea, and maybe this was the universe's way of keeping you from pursuing said bad idea.

When you get to your apartment, however, you consider calling Jeongyeon or maybe even going straight to her apartment just to beg.

Because this was definitely not it.

Your lovely neighbor, for some godforsaken reason, has been fucking girls non-stop. You don’t know who they are, but you’re used to them bringing a girl every once in a while, your ears occasionally assaulted by a woman’s moans in the middle of the night. You don’t ever hear your neighbor, nor do you ever see them, but you think it’s better that way.

Especially now that they seem to be banging a new chick every night.

You get it, you really do. Sometimes someone’s just gotta release a little pent-up frustration, but everyday? It doesn’t help that you haven’t fucked anyone since Seungcheol, so couple that with the sounds of sex through the walls and you’ve got one sexually frustrated maneater.

That’ll have to change.

[You]: Oppa, are you up? [Soonyoung]: ??? [Soonyoung]: am i finally getting my soul sucked by the campus succubus [You]: Didn’t think you’d even know what that is. [Soonyoung]: keep going, i’m close [You]: ??? [You]:  Nevermind. [Soonyoung]: NOOOO [Soonyoung]: come back [Soonyoung]: i’ll behave D: [You]: Can I come over? [Soonyoung]: ABSOLUTELY

It’s a little shameful to be walking out at 10 PM for dick, but you’re frustrated, and among the many men on your roster, Kwon Soonyoung was the closest. He did live in the building across your street, after all.

The only reason you haven’t taken him for a full ride is because you didn’t have the time. He’s good-looking, and his weird tiger obsession is easily overpowered by the fact that he could dance really really well, and you know what they say about dancers’ hips—

(The rumors are true. Soonyoung did make you cum from dry-humping in a dingy club somewhere.)

Before you know it, the clock on Soonyoung’s wall reads 3 AM, and the man is passed out on the bed beside you like you drained him dry of everything. Like every other time, you get on your feet, pick up your clothes, get dressed, and walk out without looking back.

The same vicious cycle persists.

But everything, everyone, has a breaking point.

You reach yours on a Friday night right after having to sit through a Zoom meeting and your neighbor’s debauchery at the same time. The stress and frustration mix and course through your veins, driving you to walk out of your unit and banging on the door of the one beside it.

You’ve had enough.

Arms crossed, feet tapping impatiently, anyone walking past would be able to tell that you were pissed. You’ve put up with your neighbor’s insensitivity for two weeks, and you refused to go through another week of listening to their escapades while you worked away like a slave of the academe—

The door swings open.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

“Yes?”

Choi Seungcheol stands before you, upper half bare and joggers clinging haphazardly on his hips. Even if no one else could hear him, just one look at his disheveled form would be enough to know what activities he’s been up to.

Some part of you is a little pissed. He had you frustrated for who knows how long while he went off and fucked a new woman every night? Good for him.

(Asshole.) 

“Can you keep it down?” You don’t mean to sound bitter, but you can’t help it. “The walls are thin.”

“Sorry,” Seungcheol says, but he doesn’t look sincere at all. You don’t know if you’re imagining it, but there’s a hunger mixed in with the recognition in his eyes. “I didn’t realize.”

“Well, now you know, so keep it down,” You say with a roll of your eyes before turning on your heel and walking back to your unit.

“Wait, Y/N—“

The sound of your name has your hand on the door pausing, your head turning towards Seungcheol who’s stepped halfway out of his apartment.

“If the sound bothers you,” Seungcheol starts, and you raise a brow. “You could always take her place instead.”

You flip him off before entering your unit and slamming the door shut.

Asshole.

The rest of the night is, surprisingly, quiet, and the week that follows it is just as silent.

It’s a welcome change, really. You don’t have to spend your nights squirming and struggling to sleep while your lovely neighbor gave some woman the fuck of her life. You’re honestly thankful because you don’t think you can stomach listening to the sounds now that you know who’s causing it. 

You’ve been in that place once, and making that much noise is extremely valid but damn.

That should’ve been you.

‘You could always take her place instead.’ You wonder if his offer still stands. It’s practical, if you think about it hard enough. As long as the boundaries were clear and no one had any plans of getting attached, you’d basically have dick-on-the-go anytime you needed it considering that you literally lived next to him. Just thinking about it has heat pooling between your legs, has you wanting to get out of this shitty fast food restaurant and find some poor soul to suck.

“Is this seat taken?”

After days of not hearing from your neighbor, he shows up, holding a tray of food and looking absolutely scrumptious in a polo shirt. The sleeves are fighting for their life, straining against the fabric in a way that has your mouth watering.

“No,” You shake your head, and you watch as Seungcheol sets his tray down and takes the seat across from you.

“I didn’t know you studied here,” Seungcheol says, motioning towards your ID lace. 

“Now you know,” You shrug, eyes flickering down to Seungcheol’s ID lace. “I didn’t know you studied here either.”

It’s a lie. A really big lie considering that Jeongyeon literally told you about it, but you were not about to feed this man’s ego that was probably already massive. It’s not an unfair assumption. Law student? Designer clothing? A serious case of ‘pretty boy face’? And one hell of a stroke game? You’d be more surprised if he didn’t have an ego.

“I do. Law,” Seungcheol says. “I’m surprised we haven’t seen each other on campus. I definitely would’ve remembered you if we did.”

You ignore the suggestion in his tone. “I’m at the medical building most of the time. That’s probably why.”

The humanities and sciences buildings were at opposite ends of the campus, and it’s something you and Jeongyeon have had to suffer through, having to walk so far just to get a glimpse of the other. They were two different worlds separated by grass, walkways, and other administrative buildings. 

“Med school?” Seungcheol asks, and you don’t miss the way his eyes flicker down. “Why aren't you in scrubs like the rest of them?”

“Because I’m not in med school,” You reply. “I’m just taking my masters.”

“For what?” Seungcheol asks as he continues to eat like the two of you aren’t eye-fucking each other over lunch. 

It’s stupid, it really is. It’s clear that small talk is the last thing either of you want to be doing, but neither of you are initiating anything. Not that you could actually initiate anything considering that you two were in public, but still. If Seungcheol dragged you into a bathroom stall somewhere and bent you over, you would not be complaining at all. 

Seriously.

“Medical Microbiology,” You answer, and the words practically send a shiver down your spine as you think of all the writing and lab work you needed to finish. That thesis wasn’t going to do itself after all.

“Sounds tough,” Seungcheol remarks with a mild grimace.

“Can’t be any worse than having to argue with other people to pass your classes,” You joke, and Seungcheol is quick to chuckle.

“I get by.”

The rest of lunch passes by like that, and Seungcheol’s so good at carrying the conversation that you forget about your initial expectations. He’s funny, listens well, and if the two of you didn’t have history, you’d probably consider turning him into a friend. Unfortunately, you do have history, and you think it’s too late to turn whatever this is into a friendship when you already know what he looks like between your legs.

(Friends don’t fuck.)

“Oh shit, it’s almost 1:00,” Your eyes practically bulge out of their sockets when you get a glimpse at your watch. “It was nice talking to you, but I really need to get going—“

“I’ll walk you,” Seungcheol says, mirroring your hurried movements as he cleans up his and your tray while he grabs his bag. “My class isn’t until 2:00, anyway.”

You quickly protest, but you follow him anyway as he throws the trash and sets the tray with all the other used ones. “You don’t have to—“

“Come on, you’ll be late,” Seungcheol says, not giving you any time to protest as he grabs your hand and starts dragging you out of the restaurant.

His touch is electrifying. 

The warmth from his hand bleeds into yours, and the afternoon sun has nothing on the heat that lingers between your palms. It’s innocent, casual, and you shouldn’t be this bothered, but you are.

You don’t let him know that though.

“Getting a little too touchy, no?” You tease when your pace finally matches Seungcheol’s.

Seungcheol only raises his brow at you, a smirk playing on his lips before he’s leaning down to whisper into your ear, “In case you forgot, we’ve done worse.”

Finally, you think, excitement pooling in your gut at Seungcheol’s words. Let the small talk die and let the real fun begin. If you played your cards—and this man—right, then you’ll probably get him under you in no time.

“Maybe I just need a reminder,” You reply coyly, pressing closer against Seungcheol’s arm as you walk. You don’t miss the way his eyes flicker down to where your chest presses against him, and you definitely don’t miss the way his eyes drag up with a hunger that should only be reserved for more… Private places.

“What time does your class end?” Seungcheol asks, smirk long gone. It’s an innocent question, it’s something you and your friends ask each other all the time when you need to align your schedules for a hangout, but it sounds different coming from Seungcheol. 

“3:00, but I’ve got lab until 6:00,” You reply.

“I finish class at 5:30,” Seungcheol says, and the pool of excitement in your stomach quickly doubles into an ocean of anticipation as the two of your pause in front of the building. “Wanna get dinner later?”

“Just dinner?” You ask as you withdraw from Seungcheol’s hold, and you don’t even bother hiding the clear attempt to seduce that bleeds into your tone. 

Your words have Seungcheol’s eyes darkening, his jaw clenching as he holds you still by the hand before you can get further away.

“That’s for you to find out,” Seungcheol smirks before letting go of your hand and nudging you forward by the small of your back. “Go on, pretty girl. You’re gonna be late.”

“See you later, Cheol,” You wave before turning your back on the man walking in, making sure to add an extra sway in your hips.

“See you.”

Dinner does not happen.

When you walk out of the building, it’s 6:15 PM, and Seungcheol is already there, leaning against the wall with one hand in his pocket and the other scrolling aimlessly through his phone.

“Sorry,” is the first thing you say as you approach him. “I had to close the lab.”

“It’s fine,” Seungcheol says as he pushes himself off from the wall and grabs your hand. “Where do you wanna eat?”

“Can we skip that?” You ask. Beating around the bush was the last thing you wanted to do after hours of mixing and pipetting. It’s been a long day, and you just needed to get railed. “You and I both know where this is leading to anyway.”

“Straightforward, I like that,” Seungcheol chuckles as he begins guiding you to a motorcycle parked on the side. “My place or yours?”

Your answer comes quicker than you intended it to, but you honestly could not care less, “Yours.”

Seungcheol’s lips are hot against yours before he parts from you and pushes you onto his bed. You’re only given a moment to breathe before he’s crawling on top you and capturing your lips in another hungry kiss that has you squirming underneath him.

“You’re a little too clothed for this, no?” Seungcheol whispers against your lips, and you only smirk at him.

“Take it off then,” You reply before pecking Seungcheol’s mouth and taking him into another heated kiss.

Seungcheol only groans and reciprocates for a second before he’s pulling away and tugging at your shirt. He doesn’t waste any time, doesn’t give you the chance to help him out as he strips you down to your underwear.

“You wear this shit to class?” Seungcheol says in disbelief as he pulls at the lace, watching with dark eyes as it snaps back against your skin.

“I do my laundry on Saturdays,” You grin. “Wanna see it from the back?”

“Later,” Seungcheol says as he takes his own shirt off before leaning down and reaching for you chest. “Let me enjoy these first.”

It’s the only warning you get before Seungcheol’s pulling the cups of your bra down and wrapping his mouth around a nipple.

The contact has your back arching into him, the pleasure only magnifying when Seungcheol starts kneading one breast as he sucks on the other one in his mouth. 

“Cheol—“ Your call of his name is interrupted by a gasp when you feel Seungcheol grind his clothed hips against your core. The denim rubs roughly at your heated core, and the thin lace does nothing to dull the sensation. 

The man continues to thrust his clothed hips against yours as he alternates between your breasts. Each action only makes you wetter and wetter until your slick saturates your panties and starts staining Seungcheol’s pants.

Fuck, you needed him in you.

“Cheol, fuck me,” You moan out as Seungcheol nips at the flesh of your breast. “Need you inside me.”

“How badly, baby?” Seungcheol asks as he sucks bruises all over your chest. 

“Don’t make me beg because I won’t,” You huff, pushing at Seungcheol. “If you don’t do it, I know plenty of other guys who will—“

“Tsk, so impatient,” Seungcheol remarks before pulling away to tug his bottoms down. “I gotta prep you.”

“I’m wet enough, just stick it in,” You whine, but the complaint is quick to die when Seungcheol’s cock springs free.

“Have it your way then,” Seungcheol snorts before he opens his bedside drawer and pulls out a packet that he promptly rips open and rolls onto his cock.

A loud moan breaks free from your lips when Seungcheol sinks into you, stretching you on his cock with a deep groan rumbling from his chest.

“Fuck,” Seungcheol moans when he moves his hips to give you shallow, experimental thrusts as he tries to bury himself deeper into your heat. “You feel so good, shit.”

“Move, Cheol,” You whine, hands coming up to hold onto Seungcheol’s shoulder. 

“Let me savor this, baby,” Seungcheol groans, falling forward and bracing himself with his forearms as he presses his forehead against yours. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to feel your cunt again.”

The words immediately send tingles down your spine, your walls clenching and giving your satisfaction away involuntarily. It’s strange how easily Seungcheol turns you on, strange how the smallest things have desire sparking inside you, the smoke and haze clouding your mind until you can no longer think straight.

“Yeah?” You moan in response, arms coming up to wrap around Seungcheol’s neck. “You seemed to be having enough fun without me though, no?”

“Jealous? Don’t be,” Seungcheol smirks, hips easing into slow, deep strokes that have his cock rubbing at all the right spots in torturously pleasurable drags. “I thought of you every time.”

It’s the sex talking, you know that, but fuck, did the confession do wonders for your ego. It has you grinning, has you arching into Seungcheol’s body with a whine as you take his thrusts like a champ. 

“You say that to all your girls, Cheol?” You tease, fingers dragging down his back to adorn the wide expanse with red lines. 

Seungcheol only shivers under your touch, hips bucking into you at the feeling as he swears under his breath. “Only the ones with a pussy this good.”

You take Seungcheol’s face into your hands, tongue darting out to lick into his mouth as he thrusts in and out of you at a faster pace. The moans that fall from your mouth are quickly swallowed by Seungcheol’s hungry kiss, the man practically stealing your breath and soul away with every thrust that has your toes curling and your back arching.

Only Choi Seungcheol can fuck you this good.

“I’m close,” You breathe out, pulling Seungcheol closer to your body. “Cheol, please.”

“Shh, I’ll get you there,” Seungcheol hushes into your ear before he’s pressing kisses against the side of your face. Holy fuck, this must be why Jeongyeon warned you. It’s easy to get attached when you’re being treated like this, and you have no doubt that Seungcheol probably has a long line of broken hearts behind him if he treats every woman he’s bedded the way he’s treating you now. “Just take it, baby. Take my cock like a good girl, hm?”

“Fuck!” You cry out, pussy clamping down at the man’s words. It’s a little embarrassing that it’s the little praise that’s pushing you off the edge, but you couldn’t care less. Not when you could feel the coil in your stomach growing tighter and tighter. “Shit, Cheol—“

Your high hits you violently, vision going white and mind going blank as an intense pleasure radiates throughout your body. It’s even better than the first time Seungcheol made you cum, and the only thing you can do is moan and whine loudly as Seungcheol chases his high.

“Shit, you’re too tight—“ Seungcheol chokes on his moans as he begins to drive his hips in and out of you with abandon, each stroke firing signals of pleasure that have your brain turning into mush. “Fuck—“

You can practically feel the breath knocked out of you when Seungcheol buries himself to the hilt, body falling on top of you as he moans and groans into your ear. The sounds are so primal, so raw against your ear that it has you clenching tighter around Seungcheol like you’re trying to drain his cock dry of everything.

The night doesn’t end there.

The moment you two recover from the first, you’re pushing Seungcheol onto his back.

“Fuck, you’re insatiable,” Seungcheol breathes out with a laugh that quickly turns into a moan when you sink down on him. “Come on, baby. Show me what you’ve got.”

And show him you do.

You move your hips in slow circles, hands splayed across Seungcheol’s bare chest as you watch the man fall apart underneath you.

Seungcheol looks ruined underneath you, a flush spread across his cheeks as he moans from your ministrations. You watch his strong chest rise and fall in uneven breaths, watch his stomach clench and shift as you work your magic on his cock. 

“That’s it,” Seungcheol hisses as he throws his head back against the pillows, hips bucking involuntarily underneath you when you drag your nails down his chest.

You need him absolutely ruined and covered in you.

When Seungcheol reaches for your hips, you grab his hands and pin him by the wrists on either side of his head.

“No touching,” You grin, watching as Seungcheol’s eyes grow dark at your actions. 

“Minx,” Seungcheol says through gritted teeth, but he doesn’t break free from your hold. You know he’s indulging you because given the difference in strength and size, Seungcheol could easily flip the entire dynamic and have you crying on his cock. “Don’t complain when you get tired.”

Was that a challenge?

You lean down to press kisses all over Seungcheol’s skin, sucking bruises onto the pale expanse as you raise your hips up and down. The man is a wreck underneath you, moaning loudly with no regard for anyone outside or beside his unit who could hear. He’s loud, and you’re honestly surprised you haven’t heard him during all those nights he was fucking one woman after the other.

“God, these hips, fuck,” Seungcheol groans as you bounce up and down on his cock, hands toying with your nipples as you whine at the sensation of Seungcheol’s cock reaching so much deeper inside you. “So fucking wet, so fucking tight, so fucking hot—shit!”

Seungcheol groans when you clamp down hard on his cock, and you think he might have reached his limits because the next thing you know, the world flips and you’re on all fours, Seungcheol pistoning in and out of you desperately while you claw at the sheets.

“Cheol, slow down—“ You cry out, but Seungcheol only stuffs his fingers inside your mouth.

(Fucking hell, he’s your perfect match.)

“I let you have your fun, pretty girl,” Seungcheol rasps into your ear as he presses his chest against your back and drives his hips deeper into your wetness. “Let me have mine.”

The pace he set is rough, but it only has you smiling, has you clutching onto the pillow for dear life while your eyes cross and your toes curl from the sensation of Seungcheol fucking you brainless.

He fucks you like he wants to embed himself into you, fucks you like he wants to become a part of you. Seungcheol whispers filth into your ear as he takes you, fingers rubbing torturously on your clit while his punishing strokes push you closer and closer to the edge.

“Fucking love this pussy,” Seungcheol groans. “I’m not letting you go after this—shit. When you need cock, you come to me, okay? I’ll fuck you, baby. I’ll fuck you so good.”

You don’t respond, too lost in the pleasure.

“Say it, pretty girl,” Seungcheol mumbles against your ear, tone deceptively soft like his thrusts aren’t harsh. “Say you’ll come to me. Tell me this pussy’s all mine or I won’t let you cum—“

“It’s yours!” You cry out. It’s the sex talking. It’s your proximity to the edge and the desperation to fall off it that has you speaking like this. “This pussy’s all yours to fuck, all yours to take—shit, Cheol! There, right there—“

“That’s right,” Seungcheol groans, continuing to hit the spot that has you shaking and moaning like a whore. You feel like a college girl getting her first taste of a good dicking down, holy shit. “Only I can fuck you this good, so you come to me.”

“Cheol, cumming!”

It’s the only warning you give Seungcheol before you cum, the world going dark as your mouth falls open into a soundless scream. It feels like the world stopped for that moment, all the air stolen from you as your body is overcome by a white hot pleasure that has you seizing before becoming a boneless mush of satisfaction underneath Seungcheol.

The man shortly follows, moans of your name falling from his lips before he’s stilling and soaking the entirety of this cock with your heat. He’s so deep inside your guts that you can feel him in your throat, and it’s the only sensation you can register as you both try to come down from the high.

When Seungcheol pulls out, he’s quick to collapse beside you. There’s a fucked out grin on his face as he pulls you in, satisfaction lining every inch of his face as he breathes you in and nuzzles into your form.

“You’re going to kill me,” Seungcheol breathes out, nosing at your temple with a smile. “Your cunt should come with a warning.”

The words have you laughing, nuzzling happily into the man’s chest as you throw a leg around him and wrap an arm around his waist. “That good, Cheol?”

“That good,” Seungcheol confirms, hand rubbing up and down your bare back. It’s quiet for a few seconds before he speaks again. “Are you hungry?”

Almost as if on cue, your stomach rumbles, and you can only smile sheepishly at Seungcheol as he reaches for his phone on the nightstand and opens a food delivery app.

“What do you wanna eat?” Seungcheol asks as he turns the screen in your direction, thumb scrolling through the little catalogue.

It’s a little intimate, you think, to be wrapped in Seungcheol’s arms while he scrolled through his phone to order food for the two of you. The entire scene is domestic, completely opposite to the way you usually run after satisfying the carnal need in your body.

You don’t dwell on it.

Just enjoy it, you reason. It’s not like you’re going to get attached after a cuddling session. This was you getting your dose of affection after years of being deprived. It’s no different from getting sex.

“That,” You point at the japchae. “I need to stock up on my carbs after what we just did.”

Seungcheol only laughs, ordering two of the japchae and adding chicken before finalizing the order and shutting his phone off. 

“30 minutes,” Seungcheol informs you before wrapping his arms around you. “Think I can sneak in round three?”

“You’re insane,” You laugh, swatting at Seungcheol’s bicep.

Seungcheol only laughs, but you don’t miss the way his hands trails lower and lower, ghosting over your waist, your stomach, and your thighs before his fingers are brushing against your cunt.

His fingers dip into your cunt, and you’re immediately biting your lip to suppress the moan that threatens to break free.

“Open that mouth, pretty girl,” Seungcheol whispers into your ear as he rubs circles between the lips of your cunt. “Let me hear you.”

“Cheol, the food—“

“We’ll be done by then,” Seungcheol murmurs, fingers finding your clit. “I’m just getting my appetizer.”

The next thing you know, Seungcheol’s lapping at your heat, fingers pushing your thighs closer to his head while he dips his tongue in and out of your sopping hole. You can only moan, Seungcheol’s name falling from your lips while you run your fingers through his hair. 

The man gets you to cum twice before the food comes.

Walking to Seungcheol’s kitchen is a challenge, and you almost feel like a suspicious driver that was pulled over by the cops to prove her sobriety, and honestly, if that was the case then you were failing. The orgasms Seungcheol gave you have you existing on a different plane, your body suspiciously light and your legs treacherously shaky as you walk to Seungcheol who’s placing the boxes on the table.

“Is that my shirt?” Seungcheol asks when his eyes fall on you.

“Yeah, sorry. It’s the first thing I grabbed,” You reply, taking a seat across from Seungcheol and grabbing a pair of chopsticks.

“Don’t be. It looks good on you,” Seungcheol says casually before pushing the japchae towards you. “Eat up.”

Fuck, how did those girls survive this?

A beast in the sheets, a gentleman in the streets—Seungcheol is every woman’s wet dream come to life. He’s being so attentive that if you weren’t so desensitized to the idea of love, you’d be tripping all over your feet because of this man.

You and Seungcheol eat in a comfortable silence, the desire pushed aside to satisfy the physiological hunger the two of you neglected in favor of doing other… Activities. 

Seungcheol looks like the prime example of ‘boyfriend material’ as he sits across from you. His hair is messed up, his cheeks are puffed out, and there are traces of red lines and blotches peppered all over his bare chest all thanks to you.

“I was serious, by the way,” Seungcheol says, looking you dead in the eye.

“About what?” You ask before shoving more japchae into your mouth.

“About you coming to me,” Seungcheol replies, and you’re quick to still. This is not good, not good at all. You swear to god if he’s getting attached—

“No strings attached,” Seungcheol says, and the tension is quick to leave your body. “I don’t know about you, but I think we’ve got chemistry.”

You can’t deny that, so you only nod and chew.

“And you literally live next door, so it’s convenient, no?” Seungcheol continues, and you hate that his little pitch is convincing you to actually consider—not even consider, agree.

“So like a friends with benefits sort of thing?” You clarify. You needed to be on the same page because dealing with feelings, commitment, and all those stupid things was the last thing you wanted to do when you already had so much on your plate.

“Yeah,” Seungcheol nods. 

“Can we still fuck other people?” You ask, and you don’t know if you’re imagining it, but you swear you saw a flicker of something a little bit like anger in Seungcheol's eyes.

“You can,” Seungcheol shrugs, but it does not feel as casual as he makes it seem. “But can you really handle dealing with me and other guys?”

“Is that a challenge?” You joke, and Seungcheol only rolls his eyes with a chuckle.

“No,” Seungcheol replies. “Do what you want, but trust me when I say that I’ll be fucking you so often that you won’t even have the energy for other guys.”

You almost choke on your noodles, but you’re quick to recover. “Bold words.”

“You know how well I perform,” Seungcheol grins. “So, are you in?”

You’re going to regret this.

“I’m in.”

—

Seungcheol doesn’t know why he’s like this.

It’s been a month since your little arrangement started, and he’s broken every rule he’s set for himself. No marks, no expectations, and no exclusivity. Seungcheol has followed none of those. There isn’t a day where Seungcheol isn’t covered in hickies, there isn’t a day where he isn’t hoping you’ll show up, and there isn’t a day where he’s torturing himself with the idea of you finding some other guy to fuck. You, on the other hand, don't seem bothered at all.

You go on with your life. You humor Seungcheol and the little hangouts—other people would call it dates—that he invites you to. You eat dinner at his place, fuck, and sometimes you stay the night when you don’t have other things to do.

Those are Seungcheol’s favorite nights.

It’s not even the sex he looks forward to. It’s the sight of you wrapped in his sheets, sleeping peacefully while he read through cases and reports. It’s the sudden feeling of you wrapping your arms around him from behind, sleepily whispering in his ear to join you back in bed. It’s the way he’s quick to relent, locking his lips with yours until the two of you are breathless.

He’s fucked. Really fucked, but he can’t stop himself from seeking you out either way. 

It’s a Friday night. Seungcheol could be hitting the clubs, drinking himself dead in a bar, or looking for some pretty thing who wouldn’t make him wait this long, but he’s here anyway. He’s been here so long—and so often—that he could probably draw the entire front section of the medical sciences building from memory with 100% accuracy. He doesn’t leave though. Not even when some of the pretty pre-med and medicine students send coy looks his way, not even when his feet start to hurt from standing so long, and not even when the sun sets, leaving him with nothing but the streetlights.

But when Seungcheol sees you at the entrance, all of those inconveniences are quickly forgotten.

“Did you wait long?” You ask before pressing a kiss against Seungcheol’s cheek that has his gut twisting treacherously from the sensation. The rabid butterflies in his stomach only worsen when you wipe at where you kissed him, removing whatever lipstick stayed. 

Fuck, he’s so screwed.

“No,” Seungcheol lies through his teeth as he grabs the other helmet resting on his bike and puts it over your head. It’s something he bought a week into your arrangement, justifying the action with some excuse along the lines of how he needed an extra helmet in case the one he’s wearing suddenly breaks.

(Nevermind the fact that it’s in your favorite color.)

“Where are we going?” You ask, hands holding onto the hem of Seungcheol’s jacket as he fastens the helmet, adjusting, loosening, and tightening until he’s sure it’s secure.

“Just a little joyride to my favorite spot,” Seungcheol answers before wearing his own helmet and getting onto the bike. “Unless you’re tired. I have no issue just hanging out at my place—“

“I’m fine,” You reply as you get onto the bike, arms finding their way around Seungcheol’s waist like they belong there. “Nothing beats a Friday night joyride.”

Seungcheol agrees.

The little spot Seungcheol wants to take you is around 20 minutes away, 15 if he’s going to speed, but he isn’t going to risk it. Not when you’re on the back. He’s taken you on little joyrides before, but this spot? This was going to be the first time he’ll take you, the first time he’ll take anyone, really.

It’s his spot after all. It’s where he runs when the world’s too much, where he goes when he needs the space to pretend like nothing else exists. Seungcheol doesn’t know why he’s taking you there, he just knows that it feels right—

“Yah,” Seungcheol warns when he feels your hands wander lower, fingers tracing over his hips the moment the lights turn red. “Don’t start.”

“Start what?” You ask innocently, and Seungcheol can practically see the mischievous smile on your face as you speak.

“You know what.” Seungcheol huffs, busying himself with reaching back and caressing your thighs up and down as he waits for the light to turn green. 

In return, you only hum, pressing closer against him and bumping your helmet with his affectionately. 

The action has Seungcheol’s heart stuttering, and he resists the urge to cuss himself out for being so affected by something so utterly mundane. 

What the hell were you doing to him?

The rest of the ride passes by like that: Seungcheol trying to keep his sanity intact while you—his handsy little backpack—riled him up. Seungcheol was practically counting down the seconds as the two of you got closer and closer to his little spot overlooking the city, eager to enact his revenge on you after all the teasing and groping you’ve been doing.

When the two of you reach the spot, a little grassy patch a few paces away from the road with a view of Seoul’s skyline, Seungcheol immediately gets off, hoists you off the bike, removes your helmets, and promptly drags you to the spot hidden behind the trees.

“Oh wow,” You breathe out when your eyes land on the glittering cityscape and the deep gradient of blue behind it. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Seoul like this.”

“It’s nice, no?” Seungcheol asks as he comes up to stand behind you, arms wrapping around you while you marvel at the sight. “I go here when I’m stressed.”

“I can see why,” You say softly, one arm coming up to scratch at Seungcheol’s head.

It’s soothing, and each drag of your nails against his scalp has Seungcheol’s lids falling lower and lower until the only thing his senses can pick up on is the feeling of your body against his and the scent of your perfume.

(He doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of it.)

Seungcheol doesn’t miss the way your breath hitches when he kisses your neck, doesn’t miss the way your fingers halt when he drags his lips up before pressing another kiss behind your ear.

“Cheol, we’re in public,” You breathe out, and Seungcheol only grins against your ear before one hand grabs your breast and the other cups your mound. “Cheol—“

“No one’s around though,” Seungcheol coaxes, and the grin on his face only widens when he feels your ass grind back against his groin. “It’s just you and me here.”

“I hate you,” You whine, but it doesn’t deter Seungcheol. It only eggs him on, pushes him to shove his hand down your pants while the other crept up under your blouse.

You twitch and moan underneath Seungcheol’s ministrations, eyes screwed shut and head falling back against the man’s shoulder while he kept you standing.

The next thing Seungcheol knows, your knees are on the grass and his cock is in your mouth.

You’re staring up at him through half-lidded eyes, pink lips stretched wide around his cock while your hands squeezed and played with his balls. Seungcheol doesn’t know how the tables turned so quickly, but he isn’t complaining. 

“Fuck, you’re always so good at this—“ Seungcheol chokes on his words when he feels his balls hit your chin, the entirety of his shaft seated deep in your throat while you gagged on him. “Fuck, wait—“

Seungcheol hears you yelp in surprise when he busts inside your mouth, the cold air hitting his cock when pull away and let the cum splatter all over your lips.

It’s dirty, debauched, and despite the urge to shut his eyes and ride his high, Seungcheol keeps his eyes on you. He commits the image of your mouth covered in his cum to memory, engraining the sight of your teary eyes and your cum-coated tongue into every groove of his addled mind.

You wipe at your chin before licking your fingers, eyes locked with Seungcheol’s the entire time—expecting, waiting.

Seungcheol doesn’t miss a beat before he’s raising you onto your feet and pressing you against the tree, mouth crashing against yours to taste himself mixed with your spit.

You moan into Seungcheol’s mouth, whining when his lips part from yours in favor of pressing kisses down your body as he tugs your pants down and removes them.

“Cheol, just fuck me,” You breathe out as Seungcheol gets onto his knees and pulls your panties off, pocketing the damp lace with a mischievous grin. 

That’s another one for his collection.

(At this point he’s just buying you new ones so he can steal them.)

“Patience is a virtue,” Seungcheol teases as he presses kisses between your thighs, dragging his lips everywhere but the place you truly want him to be in. “I’ve been waiting all week for this.”

It’s the only warning Seungcheol gives you before he’s diving in, tongue licking a long stripe through your wetness before he fully devours your cunt.

Your cries are music to Seungcheol’s ears, groans of approval rumbling through his chest when you grab onto his hair and start grinding against his face, using him like he’s nothing more than a way for you to get off.

Seungcheol doesn’t mind. If anything, he loves it when you get so desperate that you just have to take control.

“Why are you so good at this?” You moan when Seungcheol sucks on your clit, and he only groans in response.

He doesn’t think he’s ever been this enthusiastic about eating pussy. It’s fun, it’s great, and it’s even better when the girl’s having the time of her life, but Seungcheol isn’t doing this for your pleasure, it’s for his.

It sounds selfish, but Seungcheol is addicted to the taste of you, addicted to the sounds you make, addicted to the feeling of your thighs against his face. Of course he wants you to cum, but that want is secondary compared to the need to have you dripping into his mouth and soaking his face.

There is no saving Seungcheol.

(He’s right where he wants to be.)

Even when you cum, Seungcheol doesn’t stop. He licks and eats until the heat in his stomach is satiated, sucks you clean and covers you in his spit until you’re pushing at his head and crying out his name into the night sky.

When Seungcheol pulls away, you’re gone. Your eyes are hazy, your face is beaded with sweat, and your chest is rising and falling like you just ran a marathon. 

“Good?” Seungcheol asks as he gets onto his feet and takes you into his arms.

You nod, “Yeah, just give me a minute.”

When the minute is up, you’re quick to turn your back to Seungcheol, bending over and bracing yourself against the tree with your hands while you look at Seungcheol with hungry eyes, “Whenever you’re ready.”

Seungcheol only grins before reaching into his back pocket to take his wallet out.

Oh fuck no.

“I’ve got bad news,” Seungcheol starts, and he watches you straighten up a fraction. “I don’t have a condom.”

It’s silent for a while.

“Are you clean?” You ask, and Seungcheol has to stop his eyes from bulging out of their sockets. Were you…

Seungcheol can feel his heart pick up pace. This is a line he hasn’t crossed with anyone, ever. It was always condom on, always dutiful testing every time, but you—

“Yeah,” Seungcheol answers. “I haven’t really fucked anyone else, and I’ve got the results on my phone if you want to—“

“I’m clean too, got tested last week,” You reply, and Seungcheol swears there’s a ghost of a smile on your face as you say it. “Haven’t really fucked anyone else either.”

“Okay,” Seungcheol nods, positioning himself behind you. “Birth control?”

“Don’t want a mini-me, Cheol?” You tease, and Seungcheol can feel his dick twitch when the image of you carrying a kid that looks exactly like him crosses his mind. “Kidding, I am.”

(Is it bad that some part of Seungcheol wishes you weren’t?)

“I’ll pull out,” Seungcheol says, and he can practically feel his heart in his throat as he holds onto his cock with one hand and grasps your hip with the other. He’s really doing this, he’s taking your word for it and trusting you blindly, but fuck, the need to be buried in your heat was clouding his mind and pushing aside whatever rational thought remained in his head.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” You grin back at him, and Seungcheol only rolls his eyes.

You had a point.

And that point is proven further when Seungcheol drags his head through your wet lips, the warmth and slick enveloping his cock with no barriers sending tingles up his spine.

He could probably cum from this.

Moans simultaneously fall from your lips when Seungcheol slides in. You’re wet, really wet, and the slick dripping from your slit lets Seungcheol bury himself to the hilt with ease.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Seungcheol hisses, fingers digging into your hips as he strokes in and out of you slowly, savoring the heat, the wetness, and the tightness of your cunt around him. “Never gonna fuck you with a condom on, baby. Not after you’ve given me a taste of this—“

A whine of approval falls from between your lips at the same time you clench around Seungcheol. “Like fucking my pussy bare, Cheol?”

“I love fucking your pussy bare, baby,” Seungcheol groans, hips starting to pick up pace. “And I think you like taking my cock bare too, huh? You’re clenching so tightly, baby. Don’t bother lying to me. I know you like it.”

“I do,” You breathe out, looking behind you to stare at Seungcheol with a sultry, half-lidded gaze that has his cock twitching inside you. “So fuck me like you mean it, Cheol.”

Say less.

Seungcheol fucks you like his life depends on it. He aims for the spots has hour moans increasing in pitch, strokes his cock in and out at a pace that has your knees bucking and your eyes crossing. At one point, Seungcheol has to get his arms around you, keeping you upright while he bent over you and humped into you like doing anything else would kill him.

“You’re being so loud, baby. What if someone hears?” Seungcheol knows no one passes by here, especially not at this hour, but says it anyway because he knows it’ll get you going. “What’ll they say when they see you moaning and crying on my cock like a slut, hm? You’ve got such a pretty face but you’re letting me ruin you like this, fuck.”

“Let them watch,” You moan in reply. “Let them see how much I love taking your cock.”

Seungcheol almost cums then and there, hips stuttering for a second before he’s fucking in and out of you with no regard for anything but the sheer desire to the get both of you coming undone.

“Don’t say shit like that unless you want me to fill you up,” Seungcheol hisses as he pulls your hips back to meet his harsh thrusts. “You’re such a slut, fuck. You treat other guys like this or am I just special, hm?”

“Just you, Cheol!” You whine, little gasps and moans falling from your lips as Seungcheol uses you to his heart—and dick’s—content. “I’m so close, please, please, please—“

You shriek when Seungcheol’s hand finds its way to your clit, fingers rubbing sloppy circles meant to push you closer to the edge. 

“Hold it, pretty girl,” Seungcheol rasps into your. “I want to cum with you.”

You whine, fingers clenched into fists as you brace yourself against the tree. “Can’t—“

“You can, baby,” Seungcheol murmurs against your ear as he feels his balls seize and his stomach clench at the impending orgasm. It’s a big one, he can tell. He can feel the electricity all the way to his toes, can feel his body tensing in anticipation of something mindblowing. “Where?”

“Anywhere—fuck, please just let me cum, Cheol, please—“

Seungcheol can’t hold back anymore, “Cum for me, baby.”

A loud cry of Seungcheol’s name falls from your lips at the same time you clamp violently down on Seungcheol’s dick. The sensation is so sudden and so strong that Seungcheol is immediately thrown headfirst into an orgasm that has him swearing and biting into your shoulder to muffle his moans.

He’s not cumming anywhere else after this.

Seungcheol can feel his cum fill you up, and your cunt only spasms sporadically around him like it approves, like it wants him to paint your insides white with his spunk. It’s warm, wet, intimate, and Seungcheol feels so tied to you in that moment that he can’t find it in himself to pull out even when his cock no longer has anything to spill.

When you turn your head around and raise a hand to Seungcheol’s jaw, he’s quick to lean down and capture your lips.

It’s soft, slow, and it has Seungcheol’s heart beating treacherously as he licks into your mouth and grinds his softening cock to drive his release deeper into your core. It’s useless, he knows that.

(But it’s the thought that counts.)

The possessiveness from his end has always been there, and you letting him cum inside you like this has only served to worsen it. This is his pussy, his woman. His to hold, his to touch, his to fuck, his to love—

Seungcheol can feel the world stop.

“Cheol?” You murmur against his lips when you feel him still. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Seungcheol replies quickly as he pecks your lip and pulls out against his will. If Seungcheol wasn’t going through hell and back right now, he would probably get on his knees and lick at the globs of white dribbling from your hole. “I thought I heard something.”

You only give him a look before nodding. “Can I get my panties back?”

“No,” Seungcheol grins like he isn’t going through a crisis, grins like the foundation of everything he’s known and upheld isn’t being violently shaken. “They’re mine now.”

You aren’t his, but Seungcheol—and it terrifies him to admit this—is yours.

It’s just sex to you, but it isn’t to Seungcheol, it hasn’t been for a while, he realizes. Is this what all the other girls felt when he was fucking them with no feelings? It felt bad, really bad. 

“Typical,” You say with a roll of your eyes, a small smile on your lips as you pull your pants up. “Wanna get dinner?”

“Sure,” Seungcheol nods as he pulls his bottoms up and takes your hand to guide you back to where his bike’s parked. “What are we feeling?”

We. It feels right, and Seungcheol doesn’t think he can live without all of this anymore. 

“Chimaek?” You ask, and Seungcheol nods.

“Chimaek it is.”

—

You’re fucked.

It’s been two months since you started this arrangement with Choi Seungcheol, and neither of you seem to have any plans of stopping. It’s good, great even. Seungcheol is quite literally the man of your dreams and that is the problem. You’re doing less of the sex and more of the enjoying each other’s company, and it scares you because this is not what you were expecting.

You were expecting to get your back blown out every now and then before taking your leave like it’s some kind of spa appointment. You were not expecting the gentle aftercare, the movie nights, the café dates, the library hangouts, the intimate dinners, the Friday night joyrides, the sweet slow fucking—

Choi Seungcheol was treating you less like a way to get off and more like a girlfriend, and it terrifies you because you don’t want him to stop.

You’re not supposed to get attached. Especially not to someone who’s known for using women until they catch feelings and discarding them when they do. You did not want to be on the list of women that Seungcheol has fucked into falling in love with him, your pride can’t take it.

(Neither can your heart.)

You’re in the middle of a self-care shopping session when Seungcheol calls, and you hate the way you’re quick to find a quiet corner to pick up his call.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” You answer, and you swear your heart seems to beat faster at the sound of his voice. “Why’d you call?”

“Where are you?” Seungcheol asks, and in the background you can hear the sound of a bike revving up.

“At the mall,” You answer. “Thinking if I should buy the skirt I was talking about.”

“The lilac one?” Seungcheol asks, and you can’t help the smile that makes its way to your face. He remembers even the smallest rambles. Of course he does. “I’m on my way.”

“What?” Your body is suddenly on full alert. “Why?”

“Can’t I hang out with my favorite girl?” Seungcheol is teasing you, you know that, but knowing that doesn’t change the fact that his words have your pulse quickening. “Be there in 10 minutes.”

“Don’t speed,” You scold, and Seungcheol chuckles from the other line.

“Got it, boss.”

And the call ended there.

You can no longer focus on your little shopping spree, too bothered by Seungcheol’s sudden disturbance during a day that was supposed to be about that self-love shit all those mental health gurus spoke about. The only thing you can think about is why. His make-up class just ended. He could head straight home and sleep the rest of the day away to recover his energy but he chose to go to you.

And you didn’t even ask him to.

“Hey.”

You’re quick to turn at the sound of Seungcheol’s voice.

It’s unfair how he just keeps looking better every time you see him. White slacks, brown polo, that godforsaken ID lace—Seungcheol makes his everyday wear look like something that was ripped off a runway. The outfit coupled with the smile, the dimples, the pushed-back hair—

A kiss is pressed to your cheek at the same time Seungcheol takes your hand, and that’s how your fate is sealed, you think.

“What was that for?” You ask when Seungcheol pulls away and starts guiding you back to the store with the skirt you’ve been eyeing.

“Just felt like it,” Seungcheol shrugs like he didn’t just ruin the foundation of everything you believed in. “Shall we?”

“Where are we going?” You ask.

“To the store,” Seungcheol snorts like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “We’re getting that skirt.”

You stare at him incredulously. “Sorry, we?”

“My bad,” Seungcheol looks at you with a grin. “I’m getting the skirt.”

Despite your protests, Seungcheol somehow manages to tap his card and get you the lilac skirt you’ve been eyeing since it crossed your feed the other week.

“I’m paying you back,” You tell Seungcheol, walking out of the store not knowing if you’re supposed to be giddy or guilty. It’s expensive, and even if it probably wouldn’t put a dent on Seungcheol’s account, you still hate the idea of owing him.

“Don’t bother because I’m just going to return it,” Seungcheol waves you off. “Where do you wanna eat?”

“You pick,” You reply quickly. There was no way in hell you were going to be the one to pick when Seungcheol already paid for the overpriced skirt sitting prettily in the shopping bag you’re holding.

“Okay.”

You resist the urge to scream when Seungcheol takes you to your favorite restaurant. Of course he’d do that. Of course the universe would push him in that direction just to make things worse for the walls around your heart that were crumbling like heaps of loosely packed sand.

“Didn’t know you liked it here,” You comment.

“Got used to it,” Seungcheol shrugs. “Your usual?”

“Yeah,” You nod before sweeping your eyes across the restaurant to look for an empty seat. “I’ll go look for a seat.”

“Go ahead,” is the only thing Seungcheol says as he gives your hip a squeeze before letting you go.

You hate this.

What was supposed to be a date with yourself quickly became a date with Seungcheol. Was it a date? You liked to think it was. Anyone who was witnessing it would call it that with how sweet and doting Seungcheol is towards you. He hasn’t let your hand go, hasn’t let you pay for anything, hasn’t let you out of his sight. 

The only thing missing was the label, really. 

Friends don’t do this, not even the ones who come with benefits. They don’t hold your hand and press a kiss to your head every once in a while. They don’t laugh at each and every one of your jokes and pinch your cheek affectionately. They don’t get you flowers from a random stall just because it would look prettier in your hands. They don’t do everything Seuncheol does when he’s with you.

What were you two?

And when did the two of you ever reach this point? When did you ever let Seungcheol so close to your heart? When did you ever let him infiltrate your routine so deeply that his absence made things feel… Wrong? 

“You want bingsu?” Seungcheol asks as he points toward the little dessert café in the distance. “You said you were craving some last night, right?”

“Sure,” You nod. “But I’m paying this time.”

“You’ll have to beat me to it,” Seungcheol only looks at you with that handsome smile of his. The one that has his cheeks sinking into treacherously adorable dimples that have your heart skipping and tumbling.

The day ends at Seungcheol’s apartment.

He’s lying down on the couch with you resting on top of him, the two of you locked in a languid kiss that had no definite direction. You’re kissing for the hell of it, hands all up in Seungcheol’s hair while he rubbed and squeezed you all over.

This isn’t how it should be.

It should be carnal, meaningless beyond its purpose as a way to satiate the call of the flesh. You and Seungcheol should be desperately stripping each other, hunger fueling your movements as you chase that sinful high, but that’s not what’s happening.

Seungcheol’s just kissing you.

You’re just kissing Seungcheol.

It’s just a kiss.

(It feels like so much more than that.)

“Wanna stay the night?” Seungcheol murmurs against your lips before pressing a tender kiss to your chin.

Your eyes flutter shut at the soft sensation. “Aren’t you tired?”

“We don’t have to fuck,” Seungcheol mumbles as he drags his lips against the column of your throat. “We can just sleep if you don’t wanna.”

“Why?” You breathe out. You’ve been asking that so often that you think the word is already branded onto your tongue.

“Why not?” Seungcheol chuckles, hands moving to squeeze at your hips. “But you don’t have to.”

But you want to.

You want to fall asleep in his arms, want to wake up in it. You crave the intimacy, the comfort, the warmth, but most of all, you crave Seungcheol. So against your better judgement, you say, “I’ll stay.”

You’re fucked.

—

Jeongyeon doesn’t like Choi Seungcheol.

She knows you can handle yourself, it’s why she didn’t meddle when she found out that you were in some no-strings-attached arrangement with the guy. Sure, she’s worried, but she’s not going to dictate your life. The most she can do is watch out for the guy and steer you off the path to loving him when you started showing signs like the rest of her blockmates did when Seungcheol got them dickmatized.

Unfortunately, when she gets to you, it’s too late.

You’re standing at her door, wide-eyed, utterly horrified, and with one sentence, you confirm her greatest fears:

“Jeongyeon, I think I like him.”

It’s a good thing her fridge is filled with beer and bad ideas.

Jeongyeon listens to you talk about the man, about how handsome he is, how well he treats you, and how soft he makes you feel every time you’re with him. Jeongyeon doesn’t hear you say anything about his dick—not that she wants to hear it—and she thinks that’s the worst part.

Because you see Choi Seungcheol as more than a quick fuck, and Seungcheol, no matter how kind or gentlemanly he’s being, is never in these relationships for anything more than just a quick fuck. 

You ramble and ramble, beer in one hand and heart in the other, and it takes everything in Jeongyeon not to shake you and tell you to run the way you always do.

You were too happy. Terrified by the rawness of the feeling gnawing at your heart, sure, but happy, and Jeongyeon doesn’t think she’s seen you smile like this in a while.

“Girl, there is no saving you,” Jeongyeon concludes for the nth time that night after you pause in your little rant about how Seungcheol looked so adorably bitable in the mornings. “Why don’t you just confess?”

“Telling me to die would’ve been kinder, Jeongyeon-ah,” You reply with a sigh, clutching tighter onto your beer bottle as you pull your legs in and rest your chin on your knees. “You know how he is.”

Jeongyeon does, but it’s been a while since she’s heard Seungcheol’s name float around in the halls. Which is odd because the girls in her class are usually whispering about his latest fuck and who might be next followed by the same girls wishing it was them.

Odd, but Jeongyeon doesn’t dwell on it.

“Well, it’s better than keeping it to yourself and falling even deeper for the guy,” Jeongyeon shrugs. 

“I’m not gonna fall in love—“

“Y/N, you already have,” Jeongyeon says, and she watches as you tense and cave in on yourself like you can’t handle the weight of reality falling down onto you all at once. “I know you.”

And Jeongyeon knows that beneath your lustful, unfeeling exterior is the girl who’s still hoping for true love despite all the times she’s been fucked over by the male population. You weren’t always like this: so determined to stay unattached and unavailable. You’ve always had a lot of love to give, always been the kind of girl who dreamed of finding her one true love and settling down in some cute suburban house with a dog and two kids, but life happens. 

Jeongyeon still remembers the first break-up: some shitty senior from college who wooed you, took your virginity, and promptly left once he got what he wanted. She still remembers the men that came after, the ones who pretended to be the ideal man just so they could score one night. She also remembers the ones who stuck around, the extremely jealous bastards who’d tear you down to keep you tethered while they fucked other women behind your back. Jeongyeon honestly doesn’t blame you for being so pessimistic about men when your history was full of assholes.

“Do I just end it?” You whisper softly, and Jeongyeon wants to say yes, but the glimmer of hope in your eyes has Jeongyeon swallowing her words and shaking her head.

“Maybe you should talk to him first,” Jeongyeon suggests. It’s the logical route. The mature way of handling things. It may be pointless given Seungcheol’s tendencies, but it’s better than you not trying and tormenting yourself with the what if’s.

“I’ll try,” You mumble in reply. “But I kinda just wanna get shitfaced right now.”

Jeongyeon only smiles. “Let’s do that then.”

Maybe it’s time for her to intervene.

(Unfortunately, things go to shit even before Jeongyeon can intervene.)

Jeongyeon thinks it’s a little tacky to be throwing a birthday party at a club, but Jeongyeon doesn’t question it. She’s just here to build a rapport with her peers and the free fancy alcohol that Jennie was paying for with daddy’s money.

“Oh my god, I can’t watch this,” Nayeon tucks her face into Jeongyeon’s shoulder, immediately piquing the latter’s curiosity. “Girl, he doesn’t want you.”

“What’s happening?” Jeongyeon asks, looking around the club to search for the potential source of entertainment.

Nayeon points towards one of the booths, and what Jeongyeon sees immediately has her stomach twisting in knots.

Jennie’s drunk, clinging onto Seungcheol who has an unreadable expression on his face. She’s got his arm trapped between her breasts, her perfectly manicured finger tracing lascivious circles on the man’s chest as she whispers something into his ear.

This is not good, but Jeongyeon gives Seungcheol the benefit of the doubt. Presumption of innocence: Seungcheol is innocent until proven guilty.

However, it doesn’t sit right with Jeongyeon. Jennie has always been head over heels for the man, her little masochistic crush unwavering even when whispers of Seungcheol fucking some other girl who’s not her flies around the halls. She always takes it in stride with a smile, the woman completely deluded that things would go her way when the timing’s right.

Jeongyeon almost feels bad for her.

(But she’s more worried about you.)

“Oh wait, I think she’s got a shot,” Nayeon says from beside Jeongyeon as Seungcheol hoists Jennie onto her feet and starts dragging her out of the club.

You aren’t exclusive. It’s something you told Jeongyeon when babbling about the informal arrangement. Seungcheol could fuck who he wanted the same way you could, but feelings don’t listen to technicalities.

This would ruin you.

Jeongyeon’s torn between telling you and letting you find out. After all, she doesn’t have the full details. She doesn’t know where Seungcheol’s going, doesn’t know where he’s taking Jennie’s drunk ass while all her friends whistled and hollered. For all Jeongyeon knows, he could just be taking her home, but all current evidence shows otherwise. But then again, she doesn’t have solid proof, and she wasn’t about to burden you with something that hasn’t occurred yet.

And so, Jeongyeon decides to keep her mouth shut until you ask or until she’s got enough evidence.

There’s nothing else she can do beyond that.

—

You think you’re going to be sick.

[jenniekim] ‘Thanks for last night <3’

A heart and a vague caption, they’re usually things you wouldn’t think twice about scrolling past, but not this time. Not when the heart and the vague caption came with a picture of a drop dead gorgeous woman—you assume she’s Jennie—clinging onto Seungcheol. It’s only made worse when you move to the next screenshot and find a picture of Jennie looking absolutely gone while she clings onto Seungcheol’s arm. The final nail in your coffin comes when you play the screen-recording of a video from some dump account’s IG story captioned: ‘get your man girl’.

And the video shows the vague figures of Seungcheol dragging Jennie out of the club.

There’s no mistaking it. 

It’s him.

You’ve seen that body, touched that body, worshipped that body too many times to be wrong. You’ve spent too many nights watching that strong back shift and move, spent too many days with that view.

You’re going to puke.

[Jeongjeongie <3]: just a heads up [Jeongjeongie <3]: nothing’s confirmed but I thought you should know. [You]: Thanks, bestie  [You]: Totally not sobbing right now [You]: JK, I’m fine, don’t worry.  [You]: We aren’t exclusive, so it’s fine. It’s not fine. It’s the farthest thing from fine. [Jeongjeongie <3]: well, if you ever want to fuck him up [Jeongjeongie <3]: you know who to call [You]: Thanks [You]: ily

You mute your phone and shove it into your bag before you could torture yourself even more. Not that you needed to look at the pic to do that. You had stared at it for so long that the image has already burned itself into your retina. It didn’t matter if your eyes were closed or open, you could still see the red of Jennie’s dress complementing the black of Seungcheol’s shirt, could still play the video of them leaving the club in 4K.

It hurts.

It feels like your chest is caving in on itself, like your heart was being crushed in the unfeeling palm of someone who wanted you dead. It has you tearing up, your throat tightening and your head pounding as you try to recall those stupid breathing exercises that were meant to ground you but none of it is working. 

Did Seungcheol get sick of you? Did he finally get his fill of you and realized that he needed something new? What did she have that you didn’t? Was she a better fuck? Or did you just get boring? Is that it? It probably was. You’re stupid for thinking that Seungcheol wanted you for anything beyond sex. That’s all you are anyway, a way to get off, a way to remove the edge. Maybe your ex was right. You’re not the type of woman that men can love, you’re the kind they pass around.

Well fuck them then.

The ache quickly turns into anger, and the anger quickly turns into a desire for revenge.

If Seungcheol was going to fuck other people, then so were you, and you were going to enjoy every single second of it.

—

Mingyu is a patient man.

But he likes to think that even a patient man has his limits.

You’ve been eyeing him like prey since the moment you walked into the little house party his frat brothers are throwing, and he can’t say that he hates it. If anything, Mingyu loves it. The woman he’s been pining after for a year suddenly showing something beyond professional courtesy and friendly banter? Sign him the fuck up.

That’s why when he catches your sultry gaze for the nth time that night, Mingyu decides to down the rest of his liquid courage in one go before walking over to where you’re refilling your cup with the dreadful concoction his brothers made.

“How are you not dying from that?” Mingyu says as he stands beside you, watching you fill your cup with what might just be liquid poison.

“Practice,” You reply, taking a sip of the drink before pulling a face. “Want some?”

Mingyu only takes your wrist, bringing the cup to his lips, and taking a sip of the drink he swore he’d never touch again.

The taste of chemical hits Mingyu’s tongue, and it takes everything in him not to sputter and spit the liquid out. Call it childish, call it high school, but he wasn’t about to look like an idiot in front of the woman he likes.

Mingyu, against his better judgment, swallows and says, “Still as bad as I remember.”

You only giggle before reaching up, a perfectly manicured finger tracing the line of alcohol at the corner of Mingyu’s mouth before you pop it between your lips.

There isn’t a single coherent thought in Mingyu’s head after that.

“Tastes fine to me,” You reply, and Mingyu doesn’t know if he’s imagining it, but he swears there’s an edge to your tone that’s meant to provoke. 

It’s a blur from there.

Mingyu follows you to your apartment like a sailor strung by the notes of a siren’s song. He feels like he’s in a daze as you pull him in and crash your soft lips against his in a ravenous kiss that has his body burning up.

He knows you’re just using him, knows he’s just another notch on your bedpost, but that doesn’t stop him from kissing back with just as much—if not more—hunger. He’s waited for this, craved this and more. It may not be the timeline envisioned for you two but—

Mingyu will take what he can get.

It’s stupid, but Mingyu can’t help but hope that maybe he can fuck you well enough to make you fall in love with him the way he’s in love with you.

“Fuck me, Gyu,” You murmur against Mingyu’s lips as you pull him back into your bed.

Mingu only follows the tug at his shirt and his heart, hands moving hastily to strip you and him before he’s rolling the condom onto his cock and positioning it at your entrance.

You’re just using him.

(Mingyu would gladly be used by you.)

You go through the rest of your day like a drunkard with a debilitating hangover. There hasn’t been a single coherent thought to fire through your synapses, each and every single thought in your head centering itself on Seungcheol and all the things he did to you last night. If you focus hard enough, you can probably still feel the heat on your skin, the softness on your lips, the muscle underneath your nails, the sting of your behind, the fullness between your legs—

“Shit!” You hiss as the ramyeon’s soup starts bubbling out of the little pot on your stove. Quickly, you reach out to press the button, turning the stove off before you’re grabbing a trivet to set the pot on.

Frustration and embarrassment fill your form as you wipe your stove, careful to focus this time around because getting a burn from your careless daydreaming might just become your final straw. You’re not supposed to be this hung over a man, even if said man was hung and knew exactly what to do with his winnings from the genetic lottery. You like to think that you were above that sort of thing, but the way you’re screwing up instant noodles and basic chores has you realizing that maybe, just maybe, you were prone to being dickmatized too.

Yikes, you think. Jeongyeon’s going to either kick your ass to make you forget or make fun of you daily to never let you live it down, and neither route sounds good. The worst part of it, you’ll have to live the rest of your life finding someone who can outperform that stud.

Damn it.

—

Choi Seungcheol is a light sleeper.

Unfortunately, that was not the case for today because he slept through the morning and woke up with the space beside him cold and barren. The fact that he’s still boneless and breathless in bed despite the hours that have passed is a testament to just how well you sucked his soul out with the heat between your legs and the space between your lips. 

And that pisses him off because did you seriously just hit him with a fuck-and-run? He doesn’t usually mind. It’s less work for him, less conversations, less opportunities for attachment. However, Seungcheol now minds because his one-night stands don’t usually flip his world upside down and alter the course of his life with a single night of mind-blowing sex.

Fucking hell.

Seungcheol sits up, eyes searching the room for traces you may have left behind because he’s an action-taker. He isn’t the type to sit down and wait for things to move in his favor, he forces things to bend to his will until he gets what he wants, and what he really wants right now is you. Unfortunately for him, there isn’t a single trace of you, at least not one that Seungcheol can use to find you.

The only thing he’s got is the scent of you lingering the sheets, the memories of your pretty face, and the phantom feeling of a soft, heated body pressing against Seungcheol—if he focused hard enough, he could probably pretend like you were right there.

It’s nothing compared to the real thing, but even the memory of you is greater than the reality of all his entanglements.

Jeonghan would probably make fun of him for being this pussywhipped, but he’d argue that the man just didn’t have enough context. Jeonghan would probably end up the same way if he got to feel you—

Nevermind. 

(Seungcheol can’t even stomach the thought.)

The next few days are spent getting over you figuratively and getting over many other women…

Literally. 

Seungcheol seduces whatever pretty little thing he finds and prays that one of them will be enough to match you, but it’s useless. He doesn’t even remember their faces or their names, doesn’t remember taking them to his apartment and seeing them out. Call him an asshole, but the only thing he ever truly remembers is the disappointment because none of them have him feeling even half of everything you made him feel that night. What’s worse is that he can only ever really cum with them when he’s imagining you.

Seungcheol wonders if you spiked your body with drugs because why the hell did he feel like an addict going through withdrawals? It makes sense, he thinks. The indescribable high of that night followed by the lowest of lows he’s been experiencing these past few days… It’s a textbook case of addiction.

He needed to find you soon before he went insane, but unfortunately for him, the only thing he’s got is the memory of your face and your name.

This was going to be hard.

(Damn near impossible.)

—

Life, thankfully, goes on.

Juggling your responsibilities as a graduate student and a teaching assistant gets you busy enough to momentarily forget the handsome man from that night. Most of your days are spent attending classes, working on your thesis, setting up microscopes, checking laboratory reports, preparing smears, checking test papers, and filling in for the professors who couldn’t be bothered with addressing their students’ inquiries.

It’s a welcome distraction because you don’t think you can stomach the thought of spending your free time daydreaming about getting bent over by Seungcheol when you could just find another man to—

You’re stirred from your thoughts when one of the undergraduate students raises his hand. They’ve been familiarizing themselves with the different parasites, and unfortunately, you’ve been tasked with assisting them and turning them into diagnostic experts because that sort of job was just so beneath the professors.

Not that you mind. Identifying parasites under the microscope was leagues better than preparing Kato-Katz slides.  

“Is this an egg?” Chan, the undergraduate student who had raised his hand, asks as he pulls away from the microscope to give you the space to view. He’s a good kid. Sure, he struggles, but he’s honest, determined, and it’s not something you could say for most members of his batch.

“Congratulations, it’s not an artifact,” You grin as you look at the egg in view, fiddling with the fine adjustment knob to get a clearer view of the slide. “Next question. What parasite does this egg belong to?”

You pull away to look at Chan who’s grinning confidently, “Hookworm.”

“Wrong,” You reply, and Chan’s quick to look through the microscope again.

“Is it really not?” Chan asks in disbelief as he fiddles with the light, the knob, the condenser—everything. “It’s got the morula and the thin shell—“

“Wow, someone studied,” You tease, and Chan is quick to affirm you proudly. “I get the confusion, but that’s actually an Ascaris egg.”

“No, it’s not,” Chan argues, returning to the microscope. “There’s no way. It doesn’t have the rough layer outside.”

“You’re right, it doesn’t have the mammillary layer,” You nod. “It’s decorticated, that’s why it doesn’t have the outer layer, but if you look at the inside…”

The rest of the class passes by like that, and by the end of it, your social battery is already depleted. You bid the last of the students goodbye before you’re turning all the microscopes off. You needed to finish as quickly as you could if you wanted to make it in time for lunch with Jeongyeon.

A heavy sigh leaves your form when your eyes land on the stack of lab reports, your body filled with dread as you think of the long walk from the laboratory to Professor Park’s office.

Damn it.

You steel yourself before carrying the ridiculous stack of papers, walking out of the laboratory before you’re kicking the door closed behind you. You’re careful not to lose your balance because the only thing worse than having to carry the heavy stack of papers across the campus is tripping and making the papers fly everywhere.

“Need help?”

Relief fills your form at the familiar voice, and before you know it, the stack is removed from your arms and Kim Mingyu is looking at you with a bright grin like a knight in shining scrubsuit.

“Thank you,” You say as you straighten out your blouse. “But you didn’t have to take the entire stack.” 

“I want to,” Mingyu shrugs. “Where are we taking this?”

He says we like he isn’t carrying everything.

“Professor Park’s office,” You reply, and Mingyu’s reaction is immediate.

“He’s still teaching?” Mingyu asks, pulling a face at the mention of the man. Mingyu and all the other medical students only had him for a semester, and they all disliked him. He reads his slides word per word, spends half the discussion complaining about his ex-wife, replies to questions with nothing substantial, and somehow he still has the gall to make the most difficult exams in the department. Professor Park doesn’t have the best reputation because of it, and you haven’t even added your own grievances as the TA that suffers to make up for his negligence.

“Unfortunately,” You laugh with a shake of your head. “And he hasn’t changed at all.”

“Yikes.”

On your way to Mr. Park’s office, you spot Jeongyeon who you presume is on her way to look for you. However, when she does spot you, she doesn’t call, doesn’t greet. The only thing she does is let her eyes flicker between you and Mingyu before giving you a knowing look and a suggestive wiggle of her brows.

You pretend not to see her.

“Thanks, Mingyu,” You say as you help him arrange the laboratory reports on Professor Park’s desk. 

“Anytime for my favorite TA,” Mingyu grins as he holds the office door open for you before shutting it behind him. “Where are you off to next?”

“I’m gonna get lunch with Jeongyeon,” You reply. “You?”

“I’ve got class with Dr. Lee which is in—“ Mingyu pauses to look at the Royal Oak on his wrist, “5 minutes.”

“Oh my god, you’re going to be late,” You say in disbelief. Dr. Lee’s classes were held at the same building the two of you came from.

“15 minute grace period,” Mingyu grins with a wink as he begins to jog. “I’ll get going. Eat well!”

“Thanks!” You call out with a wave, and you can’t help the laugh that leaves your form when Mingyu waves back only to trip over his feet and stumble before continuing to wave.

It’s cute. A little embarrassing on his end, but it only adds to his clumsy appeal.

“So why haven’t you tapped that?” 

You jolt at the sudden sound of a voice beside you, but you’re quick to relax when you realize that it’s just Jeongyeon with her daily dose of teasing.

“Girl, no,” You sigh before looping your arms with Jeongyeon and dragging her to the direction of the mall beside campus.

“Why not?” Jeongyeon asks, tone split between genuine curiosity and encouragement. “He’s smart, handsome, nice, and not to mention obviously very into you—“

“That’s the problem,” You cut her off before she can continue to dig into your brain and plant whatever seeds she's got in hand. Jeongyeon only wants what’s best for you, you know that. “He likes me, not just the idea of fucking me.”

“You know that’s what most girls want, right?” Jeongyeon snorts, stilling and holding you by the arm before you walked into the oncoming traffic. “Not shallow? No commitment issues? Rich? Ridiculously ripped?”

“I know,” You groan. It’s not that you don’t like Mingyu. If anything, you probably would have—in Jeongyeon’s terms—tapped that, but Mingyu’s not the type to have one night stands. He’s the type to take you on a date and hold off for months before making love. The type of guy you bring to your parents, the type of guy you marry. He is, quite literally, everything your non-committal self fears. “But I just… He deserves someone who can commit.”

“That could be you,” Jeongyeon shrugs before dragging you across the street at the sight of the traffic light turning green. “Just saying, it’s a wasted opportunity.”

“You date him then.”

“Pass, not my type,” Jeongyeon snorts. “But seriously, you should think about it.”

You do. A lot more than you should.

The one night stands are fun and impersonal. It gives you the intimacy your body craves without the expectations and repercussions. You don’t have to deal with disappointing someone, and you don’t have to deal with being disappointed by someone. However, you can’t deny that there are days where the same soul-sucking routine of fucking and leaving has you feeling drained, dead—a shell of yourself.

On those days, you can’t help but wish for someone who would just… See you. Someone who’ll just hold you and love you unconditionally like there’s nothing else in the world that matters. 

But facing that reality takes too much work, and you’re honestly too busy to give yourself the space and time for self-reflection followed by gradual self-improvement.

Mingyu didn’t deserve a work-in-progress. You may be known for your maneating ways, but you still have morals, and you weren’t about to seriously fuck up one of the few genuinely nice men that walked the surface of this earth for a night—hell, you’d do it in broad daylight—of pleasure.

Even if he looked that good.

(Even if his attitude was even better.)

“Where’d you go last Friday?” Jeongyeon asks before taking a spoonful from her bowl. “I mean, I’m used to it, but you went completely silent over the weekend, so I was a little worried.”

You grin at her, “Do you really want to know?”

Jeongyeon, already used to your antics, only rolls her eyes before responding, “Another conquest?”

“Yup,” You reply, the grin on your race unwavering even as you chew through your japchae. “I’d probably ask him to do it—well, me—again if I had his number.”

“Was he that good?” Jeongyeon raises a brow in question to which you only nod enthusiastically. “I thought you didn’t go for seconds?”

“Well his dick game was so good it deserves seconds,” You shrug, taking another clump of japchae between your chopsticks. “And he had such a pretty face too.”

“Wait, who even is this?” Jeongyeon asks, setting her utensils down to look at you straight.

“That’s the problem,” You whine in complaint. “I don’t know who he is—well, I know his name, but that’s it. I don’t even know if he’s from here.”

Jeongyeon eyes you warily, “Are you seriously going for seconds?”

“Why not?” You shrug, and Jeongyeon gives you a look. “Okay, I know what I said, but Seungcheol doesn’t really seem like the type to get attached.”

“You don’t know that—wait, sorry, who?”

It’s your turn to eye Jeongyeon with caution, “What do you mean who?”

“You said a name,” Jeongyeon clarifies casually, but you can tell there’s something more to it. “What’s his name?”

“…Seungcheol,” You answer, and you swear you see Jeongyeon’s eye twitch. “Choi Seungcheol.”

“Oh fuck no,” Jeongyeon buries her face into her hands with a groan. Anyone walking past would be able to tell that she’s frustrated. “Y/N, holy shit, you need to fix your taste in men.”

“Why?”

“He’s a whore,” Jeongyeon replies.

“And I’m not?” You ask, amused. 

“You are, but you’ve got principles,” Jeongyeon answers immediately, no hesitation, not even a hint of denial. “You don’t let the men get attached, but him? He fucks for as long as he can get away with it then discards when it gets too real.” 

“Do you know him?” You ask, suddenly very invested. An opportunity for round two was presenting itself indirectly, and you were not about to let it go to waste. You don’t want your men attached, he doesn’t like his women attached—you guys are a match made in non-committal heaven.

“We’re classmates,” Jeongyeon sighs like even just the thought of Seungcheol is enough to drain her. “He’s in law too, and I admit he’s great at that but… He’s not exactly boyfriend material.”

“Good thing I’m not looking for that,” You shrug with a grin. “Think you can get me his number?”

“How about you just kill me instead?” Jeongyeon deadpans, and you’re quick to laugh. Damn, she must not really like him at all. “Y/N, you deserve better than that.”

“Who, Mingyu?”

“Yes!”

“But I like men that look like they can fuck up my life,” You pout jokingly. You don’t like them. Somehow they always just found their way to you until you gave up on the idea of decent men.

Jeongyeon only groans, sighs, and soundlessly screams into her hands in a little crashout session before she looks straight at you and says, “Then you’ve got the right guy.”

“So are you helping me?”

“No.”

Jeongyeon, true to her words, does not help you secure round two with the handsome stranger. You don’t push. It’s clearly a bad idea, and maybe this was the universe's way of keeping you from pursuing said bad idea.

When you get to your apartment, however, you consider calling Jeongyeon or maybe even going straight to her apartment just to beg.

Because this was definitely not it.

Your lovely neighbor, for some godforsaken reason, has been fucking girls non-stop. You don’t know who they are, but you’re used to them bringing a girl every once in a while, your ears occasionally assaulted by a woman’s moans in the middle of the night. You don’t ever hear your neighbor, nor do you ever see them, but you think it’s better that way.

Especially now that they seem to be banging a new chick every night.

You get it, you really do. Sometimes someone’s just gotta release a little pent-up frustration, but everyday? It doesn’t help that you haven’t fucked anyone since Seungcheol, so couple that with the sounds of sex through the walls and you’ve got one sexually frustrated maneater.

That’ll have to change.

[You]: Oppa, are you up? [Soonyoung]: ??? [Soonyoung]: am i finally getting my soul sucked by the campus succubus [You]: Didn’t think you’d even know what that is. [Soonyoung]: keep going, i’m close [You]: ??? [You]:  Nevermind. [Soonyoung]: NOOOO [Soonyoung]: come back [Soonyoung]: i’ll behave D: [You]: Can I come over? [Soonyoung]: ABSOLUTELY

It’s a little shameful to be walking out at 10 PM for dick, but you’re frustrated, and among the many men on your roster, Kwon Soonyoung was the closest. He did live in the building across your street, after all.

The only reason you haven’t taken him for a full ride is because you didn’t have the time. He’s good-looking, and his weird tiger obsession is easily overpowered by the fact that he could dance really really well, and you know what they say about dancers’ hips—

(The rumors are true. Soonyoung did make you cum from dry-humping in a dingy club somewhere.)

Before you know it, the clock on Soonyoung’s wall reads 3 AM, and the man is passed out on the bed beside you like you drained him dry of everything. Like every other time, you get on your feet, pick up your clothes, get dressed, and walk out without looking back.

The same vicious cycle persists.

But everything, everyone, has a breaking point.

You reach yours on a Friday night right after having to sit through a Zoom meeting and your neighbor’s debauchery at the same time. The stress and frustration mix and course through your veins, driving you to walk out of your unit and banging on the door of the one beside it.

You’ve had enough.

Arms crossed, feet tapping impatiently, anyone walking past would be able to tell that you were pissed. You’ve put up with your neighbor’s insensitivity for two weeks, and you refused to go through another week of listening to their escapades while you worked away like a slave of the academe—

The door swings open.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

“Yes?”

Choi Seungcheol stands before you, upper half bare and joggers clinging haphazardly on his hips. Even if no one else could hear him, just one look at his disheveled form would be enough to know what activities he’s been up to.

Some part of you is a little pissed. He had you frustrated for who knows how long while he went off and fucked a new woman every night? Good for him.

(Asshole.) 

“Can you keep it down?” You don’t mean to sound bitter, but you can’t help it. “The walls are thin.”

“Sorry,” Seungcheol says, but he doesn’t look sincere at all. You don’t know if you’re imagining it, but there’s a hunger mixed in with the recognition in his eyes. “I didn’t realize.”

“Well, now you know, so keep it down,” You say with a roll of your eyes before turning on your heel and walking back to your unit.

“Wait, Y/N—“

The sound of your name has your hand on the door pausing, your head turning towards Seungcheol who’s stepped halfway out of his apartment.

“If the sound bothers you,” Seungcheol starts, and you raise a brow. “You could always take her place instead.”

You flip him off before entering your unit and slamming the door shut.

Asshole.

The rest of the night is, surprisingly, quiet, and the week that follows it is just as silent.

It’s a welcome change, really. You don’t have to spend your nights squirming and struggling to sleep while your lovely neighbor gave some woman the fuck of her life. You’re honestly thankful because you don’t think you can stomach listening to the sounds now that you know who’s causing it. 

You’ve been in that place once, and making that much noise is extremely valid but damn.

That should’ve been you.

‘You could always take her place instead.’ You wonder if his offer still stands. It’s practical, if you think about it hard enough. As long as the boundaries were clear and no one had any plans of getting attached, you’d basically have dick-on-the-go anytime you needed it considering that you literally lived next to him. Just thinking about it has heat pooling between your legs, has you wanting to get out of this shitty fast food restaurant and find some poor soul to suck.

“Is this seat taken?”

After days of not hearing from your neighbor, he shows up, holding a tray of food and looking absolutely scrumptious in a polo shirt. The sleeves are fighting for their life, straining against the fabric in a way that has your mouth watering.

“No,” You shake your head, and you watch as Seungcheol sets his tray down and takes the seat across from you.

“I didn’t know you studied here,” Seungcheol says, motioning towards your ID lace. 

“Now you know,” You shrug, eyes flickering down to Seungcheol’s ID lace. “I didn’t know you studied here either.”

It’s a lie. A really big lie considering that Jeongyeon literally told you about it, but you were not about to feed this man’s ego that was probably already massive. It’s not an unfair assumption. Law student? Designer clothing? A serious case of ‘pretty boy face’? And one hell of a stroke game? You’d be more surprised if he didn’t have an ego.

“I do. Law,” Seungcheol says. “I’m surprised we haven’t seen each other on campus. I definitely would’ve remembered you if we did.”

You ignore the suggestion in his tone. “I’m at the medical building most of the time. That’s probably why.”

The humanities and sciences buildings were at opposite ends of the campus, and it’s something you and Jeongyeon have had to suffer through, having to walk so far just to get a glimpse of the other. They were two different worlds separated by grass, walkways, and other administrative buildings. 

“Med school?” Seungcheol asks, and you don’t miss the way his eyes flicker down. “Why aren't you in scrubs like the rest of them?”

“Because I’m not in med school,” You reply. “I’m just taking my masters.”

“For what?” Seungcheol asks as he continues to eat like the two of you aren’t eye-fucking each other over lunch. 

It’s stupid, it really is. It’s clear that small talk is the last thing either of you want to be doing, but neither of you are initiating anything. Not that you could actually initiate anything considering that you two were in public, but still. If Seungcheol dragged you into a bathroom stall somewhere and bent you over, you would not be complaining at all. 

Seriously.

“Medical Microbiology,” You answer, and the words practically send a shiver down your spine as you think of all the writing and lab work you needed to finish. That thesis wasn’t going to do itself after all.

“Sounds tough,” Seungcheol remarks with a mild grimace.

“Can’t be any worse than having to argue with other people to pass your classes,” You joke, and Seungcheol is quick to chuckle.

“I get by.”

The rest of lunch passes by like that, and Seungcheol’s so good at carrying the conversation that you forget about your initial expectations. He’s funny, listens well, and if the two of you didn’t have history, you’d probably consider turning him into a friend. Unfortunately, you do have history, and you think it’s too late to turn whatever this is into a friendship when you already know what he looks like between your legs.

(Friends don’t fuck.)

“Oh shit, it’s almost 1:00,” Your eyes practically bulge out of their sockets when you get a glimpse at your watch. “It was nice talking to you, but I really need to get going—“

“I’ll walk you,” Seungcheol says, mirroring your hurried movements as he cleans up his and your tray while he grabs his bag. “My class isn’t until 2:00, anyway.”

You quickly protest, but you follow him anyway as he throws the trash and sets the tray with all the other used ones. “You don’t have to—“

“Come on, you’ll be late,” Seungcheol says, not giving you any time to protest as he grabs your hand and starts dragging you out of the restaurant.

His touch is electrifying. 

The warmth from his hand bleeds into yours, and the afternoon sun has nothing on the heat that lingers between your palms. It’s innocent, casual, and you shouldn’t be this bothered, but you are.

You don’t let him know that though.

“Getting a little too touchy, no?” You tease when your pace finally matches Seungcheol’s.

Seungcheol only raises his brow at you, a smirk playing on his lips before he’s leaning down to whisper into your ear, “In case you forgot, we’ve done worse.”

Finally, you think, excitement pooling in your gut at Seungcheol’s words. Let the small talk die and let the real fun begin. If you played your cards—and this man—right, then you’ll probably get him under you in no time.

“Maybe I just need a reminder,” You reply coyly, pressing closer against Seungcheol’s arm as you walk. You don’t miss the way his eyes flicker down to where your chest presses against him, and you definitely don’t miss the way his eyes drag up with a hunger that should only be reserved for more… Private places.

“What time does your class end?” Seungcheol asks, smirk long gone. It’s an innocent question, it’s something you and your friends ask each other all the time when you need to align your schedules for a hangout, but it sounds different coming from Seungcheol. 

“3:00, but I’ve got lab until 6:00,” You reply.

“I finish class at 5:30,” Seungcheol says, and the pool of excitement in your stomach quickly doubles into an ocean of anticipation as the two of your pause in front of the building. “Wanna get dinner later?”

“Just dinner?” You ask as you withdraw from Seungcheol’s hold, and you don’t even bother hiding the clear attempt to seduce that bleeds into your tone. 

Your words have Seungcheol’s eyes darkening, his jaw clenching as he holds you still by the hand before you can get further away.

“That’s for you to find out,” Seungcheol smirks before letting go of your hand and nudging you forward by the small of your back. “Go on, pretty girl. You’re gonna be late.”

“See you later, Cheol,” You wave before turning your back on the man walking in, making sure to add an extra sway in your hips.

“See you.”

Dinner does not happen.

When you walk out of the building, it’s 6:15 PM, and Seungcheol is already there, leaning against the wall with one hand in his pocket and the other scrolling aimlessly through his phone.

“Sorry,” is the first thing you say as you approach him. “I had to close the lab.”

“It’s fine,” Seungcheol says as he pushes himself off from the wall and grabs your hand. “Where do you wanna eat?”

“Can we skip that?” You ask. Beating around the bush was the last thing you wanted to do after hours of mixing and pipetting. It’s been a long day, and you just needed to get railed. “You and I both know where this is leading to anyway.”

“Straightforward, I like that,” Seungcheol chuckles as he begins guiding you to a motorcycle parked on the side. “My place or yours?”

Your answer comes quicker than you intended it to, but you honestly could not care less, “Yours.”

Seungcheol’s lips are hot against yours before he parts from you and pushes you onto his bed. You’re only given a moment to breathe before he’s crawling on top you and capturing your lips in another hungry kiss that has you squirming underneath him.

“You’re a little too clothed for this, no?” Seungcheol whispers against your lips, and you only smirk at him.

“Take it off then,” You reply before pecking Seungcheol’s mouth and taking him into another heated kiss.

Seungcheol only groans and reciprocates for a second before he’s pulling away and tugging at your shirt. He doesn’t waste any time, doesn’t give you the chance to help him out as he strips you down to your underwear.

“You wear this shit to class?” Seungcheol says in disbelief as he pulls at the lace, watching with dark eyes as it snaps back against your skin.

“I do my laundry on Saturdays,” You grin. “Wanna see it from the back?”

“Later,” Seungcheol says as he takes his own shirt off before leaning down and reaching for you chest. “Let me enjoy these first.”

It’s the only warning you get before Seungcheol’s pulling the cups of your bra down and wrapping his mouth around a nipple.

The contact has your back arching into him, the pleasure only magnifying when Seungcheol starts kneading one breast as he sucks on the other one in his mouth. 

“Cheol—“ Your call of his name is interrupted by a gasp when you feel Seungcheol grind his clothed hips against your core. The denim rubs roughly at your heated core, and the thin lace does nothing to dull the sensation. 

The man continues to thrust his clothed hips against yours as he alternates between your breasts. Each action only makes you wetter and wetter until your slick saturates your panties and starts staining Seungcheol’s pants.

Fuck, you needed him in you.

“Cheol, fuck me,” You moan out as Seungcheol nips at the flesh of your breast. “Need you inside me.”

“How badly, baby?” Seungcheol asks as he sucks bruises all over your chest. 

“Don’t make me beg because I won’t,” You huff, pushing at Seungcheol. “If you don’t do it, I know plenty of other guys who will—“

“Tsk, so impatient,” Seungcheol remarks before pulling away to tug his bottoms down. “I gotta prep you.”

“I’m wet enough, just stick it in,” You whine, but the complaint is quick to die when Seungcheol’s cock springs free.

“Have it your way then,” Seungcheol snorts before he opens his bedside drawer and pulls out a packet that he promptly rips open and rolls onto his cock.

A loud moan breaks free from your lips when Seungcheol sinks into you, stretching you on his cock with a deep groan rumbling from his chest.

“Fuck,” Seungcheol moans when he moves his hips to give you shallow, experimental thrusts as he tries to bury himself deeper into your heat. “You feel so good, shit.”

“Move, Cheol,” You whine, hands coming up to hold onto Seungcheol’s shoulder. 

“Let me savor this, baby,” Seungcheol groans, falling forward and bracing himself with his forearms as he presses his forehead against yours. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to feel your cunt again.”

The words immediately send tingles down your spine, your walls clenching and giving your satisfaction away involuntarily. It’s strange how easily Seungcheol turns you on, strange how the smallest things have desire sparking inside you, the smoke and haze clouding your mind until you can no longer think straight.

“Yeah?” You moan in response, arms coming up to wrap around Seungcheol’s neck. “You seemed to be having enough fun without me though, no?”

“Jealous? Don’t be,” Seungcheol smirks, hips easing into slow, deep strokes that have his cock rubbing at all the right spots in torturously pleasurable drags. “I thought of you every time.”

It’s the sex talking, you know that, but fuck, did the confession do wonders for your ego. It has you grinning, has you arching into Seungcheol’s body with a whine as you take his thrusts like a champ. 

“You say that to all your girls, Cheol?” You tease, fingers dragging down his back to adorn the wide expanse with red lines. 

Seungcheol only shivers under your touch, hips bucking into you at the feeling as he swears under his breath. “Only the ones with a pussy this good.”

You take Seungcheol’s face into your hands, tongue darting out to lick into his mouth as he thrusts in and out of you at a faster pace. The moans that fall from your mouth are quickly swallowed by Seungcheol’s hungry kiss, the man practically stealing your breath and soul away with every thrust that has your toes curling and your back arching.

Only Choi Seungcheol can fuck you this good.

“I’m close,” You breathe out, pulling Seungcheol closer to your body. “Cheol, please.”

“Shh, I’ll get you there,” Seungcheol hushes into your ear before he’s pressing kisses against the side of your face. Holy fuck, this must be why Jeongyeon warned you. It’s easy to get attached when you’re being treated like this, and you have no doubt that Seungcheol probably has a long line of broken hearts behind him if he treats every woman he’s bedded the way he’s treating you now. “Just take it, baby. Take my cock like a good girl, hm?”

“Fuck!” You cry out, pussy clamping down at the man’s words. It’s a little embarrassing that it’s the little praise that’s pushing you off the edge, but you couldn’t care less. Not when you could feel the coil in your stomach growing tighter and tighter. “Shit, Cheol—“

Your high hits you violently, vision going white and mind going blank as an intense pleasure radiates throughout your body. It’s even better than the first time Seungcheol made you cum, and the only thing you can do is moan and whine loudly as Seungcheol chases his high.

“Shit, you’re too tight—“ Seungcheol chokes on his moans as he begins to drive his hips in and out of you with abandon, each stroke firing signals of pleasure that have your brain turning into mush. “Fuck—“

You can practically feel the breath knocked out of you when Seungcheol buries himself to the hilt, body falling on top of you as he moans and groans into your ear. The sounds are so primal, so raw against your ear that it has you clenching tighter around Seungcheol like you’re trying to drain his cock dry of everything.

The night doesn’t end there.

The moment you two recover from the first, you’re pushing Seungcheol onto his back.

“Fuck, you’re insatiable,” Seungcheol breathes out with a laugh that quickly turns into a moan when you sink down on him. “Come on, baby. Show me what you’ve got.”

And show him you do.

You move your hips in slow circles, hands splayed across Seungcheol’s bare chest as you watch the man fall apart underneath you.

Seungcheol looks ruined underneath you, a flush spread across his cheeks as he moans from your ministrations. You watch his strong chest rise and fall in uneven breaths, watch his stomach clench and shift as you work your magic on his cock. 

“That’s it,” Seungcheol hisses as he throws his head back against the pillows, hips bucking involuntarily underneath you when you drag your nails down his chest.

You need him absolutely ruined and covered in you.

When Seungcheol reaches for your hips, you grab his hands and pin him by the wrists on either side of his head.

“No touching,” You grin, watching as Seungcheol’s eyes grow dark at your actions. 

“Minx,” Seungcheol says through gritted teeth, but he doesn’t break free from your hold. You know he’s indulging you because given the difference in strength and size, Seungcheol could easily flip the entire dynamic and have you crying on his cock. “Don’t complain when you get tired.”

Was that a challenge?

You lean down to press kisses all over Seungcheol’s skin, sucking bruises onto the pale expanse as you raise your hips up and down. The man is a wreck underneath you, moaning loudly with no regard for anyone outside or beside his unit who could hear. He’s loud, and you’re honestly surprised you haven’t heard him during all those nights he was fucking one woman after the other.

“God, these hips, fuck,” Seungcheol groans as you bounce up and down on his cock, hands toying with your nipples as you whine at the sensation of Seungcheol’s cock reaching so much deeper inside you. “So fucking wet, so fucking tight, so fucking hot—shit!”

Seungcheol groans when you clamp down hard on his cock, and you think he might have reached his limits because the next thing you know, the world flips and you’re on all fours, Seungcheol pistoning in and out of you desperately while you claw at the sheets.

“Cheol, slow down—“ You cry out, but Seungcheol only stuffs his fingers inside your mouth.

(Fucking hell, he’s your perfect match.)

“I let you have your fun, pretty girl,” Seungcheol rasps into your ear as he presses his chest against your back and drives his hips deeper into your wetness. “Let me have mine.”

The pace he set is rough, but it only has you smiling, has you clutching onto the pillow for dear life while your eyes cross and your toes curl from the sensation of Seungcheol fucking you brainless.

He fucks you like he wants to embed himself into you, fucks you like he wants to become a part of you. Seungcheol whispers filth into your ear as he takes you, fingers rubbing torturously on your clit while his punishing strokes push you closer and closer to the edge.

“Fucking love this pussy,” Seungcheol groans. “I’m not letting you go after this—shit. When you need cock, you come to me, okay? I’ll fuck you, baby. I’ll fuck you so good.”

You don’t respond, too lost in the pleasure.

“Say it, pretty girl,” Seungcheol mumbles against your ear, tone deceptively soft like his thrusts aren’t harsh. “Say you’ll come to me. Tell me this pussy’s all mine or I won’t let you cum—“

“It’s yours!” You cry out. It’s the sex talking. It’s your proximity to the edge and the desperation to fall off it that has you speaking like this. “This pussy’s all yours to fuck, all yours to take—shit, Cheol! There, right there—“

“That’s right,” Seungcheol groans, continuing to hit the spot that has you shaking and moaning like a whore. You feel like a college girl getting her first taste of a good dicking down, holy shit. “Only I can fuck you this good, so you come to me.”

“Cheol, cumming!”

It’s the only warning you give Seungcheol before you cum, the world going dark as your mouth falls open into a soundless scream. It feels like the world stopped for that moment, all the air stolen from you as your body is overcome by a white hot pleasure that has you seizing before becoming a boneless mush of satisfaction underneath Seungcheol.

The man shortly follows, moans of your name falling from his lips before he’s stilling and soaking the entirety of this cock with your heat. He’s so deep inside your guts that you can feel him in your throat, and it’s the only sensation you can register as you both try to come down from the high.

When Seungcheol pulls out, he’s quick to collapse beside you. There’s a fucked out grin on his face as he pulls you in, satisfaction lining every inch of his face as he breathes you in and nuzzles into your form.

“You’re going to kill me,” Seungcheol breathes out, nosing at your temple with a smile. “Your cunt should come with a warning.”

The words have you laughing, nuzzling happily into the man’s chest as you throw a leg around him and wrap an arm around his waist. “That good, Cheol?”

“That good,” Seungcheol confirms, hand rubbing up and down your bare back. It’s quiet for a few seconds before he speaks again. “Are you hungry?”

Almost as if on cue, your stomach rumbles, and you can only smile sheepishly at Seungcheol as he reaches for his phone on the nightstand and opens a food delivery app.

“What do you wanna eat?” Seungcheol asks as he turns the screen in your direction, thumb scrolling through the little catalogue.

It’s a little intimate, you think, to be wrapped in Seungcheol’s arms while he scrolled through his phone to order food for the two of you. The entire scene is domestic, completely opposite to the way you usually run after satisfying the carnal need in your body.

You don’t dwell on it.

Just enjoy it, you reason. It’s not like you’re going to get attached after a cuddling session. This was you getting your dose of affection after years of being deprived. It’s no different from getting sex.

“That,” You point at the japchae. “I need to stock up on my carbs after what we just did.”

Seungcheol only laughs, ordering two of the japchae and adding chicken before finalizing the order and shutting his phone off. 

“30 minutes,” Seungcheol informs you before wrapping his arms around you. “Think I can sneak in round three?”

“You’re insane,” You laugh, swatting at Seungcheol’s bicep.

Seungcheol only laughs, but you don’t miss the way his hands trails lower and lower, ghosting over your waist, your stomach, and your thighs before his fingers are brushing against your cunt.

His fingers dip into your cunt, and you’re immediately biting your lip to suppress the moan that threatens to break free.

“Open that mouth, pretty girl,” Seungcheol whispers into your ear as he rubs circles between the lips of your cunt. “Let me hear you.”

“Cheol, the food—“

“We’ll be done by then,” Seungcheol murmurs, fingers finding your clit. “I’m just getting my appetizer.”

The next thing you know, Seungcheol’s lapping at your heat, fingers pushing your thighs closer to his head while he dips his tongue in and out of your sopping hole. You can only moan, Seungcheol’s name falling from your lips while you run your fingers through his hair. 

The man gets you to cum twice before the food comes.

Walking to Seungcheol’s kitchen is a challenge, and you almost feel like a suspicious driver that was pulled over by the cops to prove her sobriety, and honestly, if that was the case then you were failing. The orgasms Seungcheol gave you have you existing on a different plane, your body suspiciously light and your legs treacherously shaky as you walk to Seungcheol who’s placing the boxes on the table.

“Is that my shirt?” Seungcheol asks when his eyes fall on you.

“Yeah, sorry. It’s the first thing I grabbed,” You reply, taking a seat across from Seungcheol and grabbing a pair of chopsticks.

“Don’t be. It looks good on you,” Seungcheol says casually before pushing the japchae towards you. “Eat up.”

Fuck, how did those girls survive this?

A beast in the sheets, a gentleman in the streets—Seungcheol is every woman’s wet dream come to life. He’s being so attentive that if you weren’t so desensitized to the idea of love, you’d be tripping all over your feet because of this man.

You and Seungcheol eat in a comfortable silence, the desire pushed aside to satisfy the physiological hunger the two of you neglected in favor of doing other… Activities. 

Seungcheol looks like the prime example of ‘boyfriend material’ as he sits across from you. His hair is messed up, his cheeks are puffed out, and there are traces of red lines and blotches peppered all over his bare chest all thanks to you.

“I was serious, by the way,” Seungcheol says, looking you dead in the eye.

“About what?” You ask before shoving more japchae into your mouth.

“About you coming to me,” Seungcheol replies, and you’re quick to still. This is not good, not good at all. You swear to god if he’s getting attached—

“No strings attached,” Seungcheol says, and the tension is quick to leave your body. “I don’t know about you, but I think we’ve got chemistry.”

You can’t deny that, so you only nod and chew.

“And you literally live next door, so it’s convenient, no?” Seungcheol continues, and you hate that his little pitch is convincing you to actually consider—not even consider, agree.

“So like a friends with benefits sort of thing?” You clarify. You needed to be on the same page because dealing with feelings, commitment, and all those stupid things was the last thing you wanted to do when you already had so much on your plate.

“Yeah,” Seungcheol nods. 

“Can we still fuck other people?” You ask, and you don’t know if you’re imagining it, but you swear you saw a flicker of something a little bit like anger in Seungcheol's eyes.

“You can,” Seungcheol shrugs, but it does not feel as casual as he makes it seem. “But can you really handle dealing with me and other guys?”

“Is that a challenge?” You joke, and Seungcheol only rolls his eyes with a chuckle.

“No,” Seungcheol replies. “Do what you want, but trust me when I say that I’ll be fucking you so often that you won’t even have the energy for other guys.”

You almost choke on your noodles, but you’re quick to recover. “Bold words.”

“You know how well I perform,” Seungcheol grins. “So, are you in?”

You’re going to regret this.

“I’m in.”

—

Seungcheol doesn’t know why he’s like this.

It’s been a month since your little arrangement started, and he’s broken every rule he’s set for himself. No marks, no expectations, and no exclusivity. Seungcheol has followed none of those. There isn’t a day where Seungcheol isn’t covered in hickies, there isn’t a day where he isn’t hoping you’ll show up, and there isn’t a day where he’s torturing himself with the idea of you finding some other guy to fuck. You, on the other hand, don't seem bothered at all.

You go on with your life. You humor Seungcheol and the little hangouts—other people would call it dates—that he invites you to. You eat dinner at his place, fuck, and sometimes you stay the night when you don’t have other things to do.

Those are Seungcheol’s favorite nights.

It’s not even the sex he looks forward to. It’s the sight of you wrapped in his sheets, sleeping peacefully while he read through cases and reports. It’s the sudden feeling of you wrapping your arms around him from behind, sleepily whispering in his ear to join you back in bed. It’s the way he’s quick to relent, locking his lips with yours until the two of you are breathless.

He’s fucked. Really fucked, but he can’t stop himself from seeking you out either way. 

It’s a Friday night. Seungcheol could be hitting the clubs, drinking himself dead in a bar, or looking for some pretty thing who wouldn’t make him wait this long, but he’s here anyway. He’s been here so long—and so often—that he could probably draw the entire front section of the medical sciences building from memory with 100% accuracy. He doesn’t leave though. Not even when some of the pretty pre-med and medicine students send coy looks his way, not even when his feet start to hurt from standing so long, and not even when the sun sets, leaving him with nothing but the streetlights.

But when Seungcheol sees you at the entrance, all of those inconveniences are quickly forgotten.

“Did you wait long?” You ask before pressing a kiss against Seungcheol’s cheek that has his gut twisting treacherously from the sensation. The rabid butterflies in his stomach only worsen when you wipe at where you kissed him, removing whatever lipstick stayed. 

Fuck, he’s so screwed.

“No,” Seungcheol lies through his teeth as he grabs the other helmet resting on his bike and puts it over your head. It’s something he bought a week into your arrangement, justifying the action with some excuse along the lines of how he needed an extra helmet in case the one he’s wearing suddenly breaks.

(Nevermind the fact that it’s in your favorite color.)

“Where are we going?” You ask, hands holding onto the hem of Seungcheol’s jacket as he fastens the helmet, adjusting, loosening, and tightening until he’s sure it’s secure.

“Just a little joyride to my favorite spot,” Seungcheol answers before wearing his own helmet and getting onto the bike. “Unless you’re tired. I have no issue just hanging out at my place—“

“I’m fine,” You reply as you get onto the bike, arms finding their way around Seungcheol’s waist like they belong there. “Nothing beats a Friday night joyride.”

Seungcheol agrees.

The little spot Seungcheol wants to take you is around 20 minutes away, 15 if he’s going to speed, but he isn’t going to risk it. Not when you’re on the back. He’s taken you on little joyrides before, but this spot? This was going to be the first time he’ll take you, the first time he’ll take anyone, really.

It’s his spot after all. It’s where he runs when the world’s too much, where he goes when he needs the space to pretend like nothing else exists. Seungcheol doesn’t know why he’s taking you there, he just knows that it feels right—

“Yah,” Seungcheol warns when he feels your hands wander lower, fingers tracing over his hips the moment the lights turn red. “Don’t start.”

“Start what?” You ask innocently, and Seungcheol can practically see the mischievous smile on your face as you speak.

“You know what.” Seungcheol huffs, busying himself with reaching back and caressing your thighs up and down as he waits for the light to turn green. 

In return, you only hum, pressing closer against him and bumping your helmet with his affectionately. 

The action has Seungcheol’s heart stuttering, and he resists the urge to cuss himself out for being so affected by something so utterly mundane. 

What the hell were you doing to him?

The rest of the ride passes by like that: Seungcheol trying to keep his sanity intact while you—his handsy little backpack—riled him up. Seungcheol was practically counting down the seconds as the two of you got closer and closer to his little spot overlooking the city, eager to enact his revenge on you after all the teasing and groping you’ve been doing.

When the two of you reach the spot, a little grassy patch a few paces away from the road with a view of Seoul’s skyline, Seungcheol immediately gets off, hoists you off the bike, removes your helmets, and promptly drags you to the spot hidden behind the trees.

“Oh wow,” You breathe out when your eyes land on the glittering cityscape and the deep gradient of blue behind it. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Seoul like this.”

“It’s nice, no?” Seungcheol asks as he comes up to stand behind you, arms wrapping around you while you marvel at the sight. “I go here when I’m stressed.”

“I can see why,” You say softly, one arm coming up to scratch at Seungcheol’s head.

It’s soothing, and each drag of your nails against his scalp has Seungcheol’s lids falling lower and lower until the only thing his senses can pick up on is the feeling of your body against his and the scent of your perfume.

(He doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of it.)

Seungcheol doesn’t miss the way your breath hitches when he kisses your neck, doesn’t miss the way your fingers halt when he drags his lips up before pressing another kiss behind your ear.

“Cheol, we’re in public,” You breathe out, and Seungcheol only grins against your ear before one hand grabs your breast and the other cups your mound. “Cheol—“

“No one’s around though,” Seungcheol coaxes, and the grin on his face only widens when he feels your ass grind back against his groin. “It’s just you and me here.”

“I hate you,” You whine, but it doesn’t deter Seungcheol. It only eggs him on, pushes him to shove his hand down your pants while the other crept up under your blouse.

You twitch and moan underneath Seungcheol’s ministrations, eyes screwed shut and head falling back against the man’s shoulder while he kept you standing.

The next thing Seungcheol knows, your knees are on the grass and his cock is in your mouth.

You’re staring up at him through half-lidded eyes, pink lips stretched wide around his cock while your hands squeezed and played with his balls. Seungcheol doesn’t know how the tables turned so quickly, but he isn’t complaining. 

“Fuck, you’re always so good at this—“ Seungcheol chokes on his words when he feels his balls hit your chin, the entirety of his shaft seated deep in your throat while you gagged on him. “Fuck, wait—“

Seungcheol hears you yelp in surprise when he busts inside your mouth, the cold air hitting his cock when pull away and let the cum splatter all over your lips.

It’s dirty, debauched, and despite the urge to shut his eyes and ride his high, Seungcheol keeps his eyes on you. He commits the image of your mouth covered in his cum to memory, engraining the sight of your teary eyes and your cum-coated tongue into every groove of his addled mind.

You wipe at your chin before licking your fingers, eyes locked with Seungcheol’s the entire time—expecting, waiting.

Seungcheol doesn’t miss a beat before he’s raising you onto your feet and pressing you against the tree, mouth crashing against yours to taste himself mixed with your spit.

You moan into Seungcheol’s mouth, whining when his lips part from yours in favor of pressing kisses down your body as he tugs your pants down and removes them.

“Cheol, just fuck me,” You breathe out as Seungcheol gets onto his knees and pulls your panties off, pocketing the damp lace with a mischievous grin. 

That’s another one for his collection.

(At this point he’s just buying you new ones so he can steal them.)

“Patience is a virtue,” Seungcheol teases as he presses kisses between your thighs, dragging his lips everywhere but the place you truly want him to be in. “I’ve been waiting all week for this.”

It’s the only warning Seungcheol gives you before he’s diving in, tongue licking a long stripe through your wetness before he fully devours your cunt.

Your cries are music to Seungcheol’s ears, groans of approval rumbling through his chest when you grab onto his hair and start grinding against his face, using him like he’s nothing more than a way for you to get off.

Seungcheol doesn’t mind. If anything, he loves it when you get so desperate that you just have to take control.

“Why are you so good at this?” You moan when Seungcheol sucks on your clit, and he only groans in response.

He doesn’t think he’s ever been this enthusiastic about eating pussy. It’s fun, it’s great, and it’s even better when the girl’s having the time of her life, but Seungcheol isn’t doing this for your pleasure, it’s for his.

It sounds selfish, but Seungcheol is addicted to the taste of you, addicted to the sounds you make, addicted to the feeling of your thighs against his face. Of course he wants you to cum, but that want is secondary compared to the need to have you dripping into his mouth and soaking his face.

There is no saving Seungcheol.

(He’s right where he wants to be.)

Even when you cum, Seungcheol doesn’t stop. He licks and eats until the heat in his stomach is satiated, sucks you clean and covers you in his spit until you’re pushing at his head and crying out his name into the night sky.

When Seungcheol pulls away, you’re gone. Your eyes are hazy, your face is beaded with sweat, and your chest is rising and falling like you just ran a marathon. 

“Good?” Seungcheol asks as he gets onto his feet and takes you into his arms.

You nod, “Yeah, just give me a minute.”

When the minute is up, you’re quick to turn your back to Seungcheol, bending over and bracing yourself against the tree with your hands while you look at Seungcheol with hungry eyes, “Whenever you’re ready.”

Seungcheol only grins before reaching into his back pocket to take his wallet out.

Oh fuck no.

“I’ve got bad news,” Seungcheol starts, and he watches you straighten up a fraction. “I don’t have a condom.”

It’s silent for a while.

“Are you clean?” You ask, and Seungcheol has to stop his eyes from bulging out of their sockets. Were you…

Seungcheol can feel his heart pick up pace. This is a line he hasn’t crossed with anyone, ever. It was always condom on, always dutiful testing every time, but you—

“Yeah,” Seungcheol answers. “I haven’t really fucked anyone else, and I’ve got the results on my phone if you want to—“

“I’m clean too, got tested last week,” You reply, and Seungcheol swears there’s a ghost of a smile on your face as you say it. “Haven’t really fucked anyone else either.”

“Okay,” Seungcheol nods, positioning himself behind you. “Birth control?”

“Don’t want a mini-me, Cheol?” You tease, and Seungcheol can feel his dick twitch when the image of you carrying a kid that looks exactly like him crosses his mind. “Kidding, I am.”

(Is it bad that some part of Seungcheol wishes you weren’t?)

“I’ll pull out,” Seungcheol says, and he can practically feel his heart in his throat as he holds onto his cock with one hand and grasps your hip with the other. He’s really doing this, he’s taking your word for it and trusting you blindly, but fuck, the need to be buried in your heat was clouding his mind and pushing aside whatever rational thought remained in his head.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” You grin back at him, and Seungcheol only rolls his eyes.

You had a point.

And that point is proven further when Seungcheol drags his head through your wet lips, the warmth and slick enveloping his cock with no barriers sending tingles up his spine.

He could probably cum from this.

Moans simultaneously fall from your lips when Seungcheol slides in. You’re wet, really wet, and the slick dripping from your slit lets Seungcheol bury himself to the hilt with ease.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Seungcheol hisses, fingers digging into your hips as he strokes in and out of you slowly, savoring the heat, the wetness, and the tightness of your cunt around him. “Never gonna fuck you with a condom on, baby. Not after you’ve given me a taste of this—“

A whine of approval falls from between your lips at the same time you clench around Seungcheol. “Like fucking my pussy bare, Cheol?”

“I love fucking your pussy bare, baby,” Seungcheol groans, hips starting to pick up pace. “And I think you like taking my cock bare too, huh? You’re clenching so tightly, baby. Don’t bother lying to me. I know you like it.”

“I do,” You breathe out, looking behind you to stare at Seungcheol with a sultry, half-lidded gaze that has his cock twitching inside you. “So fuck me like you mean it, Cheol.”

Say less.

Seungcheol fucks you like his life depends on it. He aims for the spots has hour moans increasing in pitch, strokes his cock in and out at a pace that has your knees bucking and your eyes crossing. At one point, Seungcheol has to get his arms around you, keeping you upright while he bent over you and humped into you like doing anything else would kill him.

“You’re being so loud, baby. What if someone hears?” Seungcheol knows no one passes by here, especially not at this hour, but says it anyway because he knows it’ll get you going. “What’ll they say when they see you moaning and crying on my cock like a slut, hm? You’ve got such a pretty face but you’re letting me ruin you like this, fuck.”

“Let them watch,” You moan in reply. “Let them see how much I love taking your cock.”

Seungcheol almost cums then and there, hips stuttering for a second before he’s fucking in and out of you with no regard for anything but the sheer desire to the get both of you coming undone.

“Don’t say shit like that unless you want me to fill you up,” Seungcheol hisses as he pulls your hips back to meet his harsh thrusts. “You’re such a slut, fuck. You treat other guys like this or am I just special, hm?”

“Just you, Cheol!” You whine, little gasps and moans falling from your lips as Seungcheol uses you to his heart—and dick’s—content. “I’m so close, please, please, please—“

You shriek when Seungcheol’s hand finds its way to your clit, fingers rubbing sloppy circles meant to push you closer to the edge. 

“Hold it, pretty girl,” Seungcheol rasps into your. “I want to cum with you.”

You whine, fingers clenched into fists as you brace yourself against the tree. “Can’t—“

“You can, baby,” Seungcheol murmurs against your ear as he feels his balls seize and his stomach clench at the impending orgasm. It’s a big one, he can tell. He can feel the electricity all the way to his toes, can feel his body tensing in anticipation of something mindblowing. “Where?”

“Anywhere—fuck, please just let me cum, Cheol, please—“

Seungcheol can’t hold back anymore, “Cum for me, baby.”

A loud cry of Seungcheol’s name falls from your lips at the same time you clamp violently down on Seungcheol’s dick. The sensation is so sudden and so strong that Seungcheol is immediately thrown headfirst into an orgasm that has him swearing and biting into your shoulder to muffle his moans.

He’s not cumming anywhere else after this.

Seungcheol can feel his cum fill you up, and your cunt only spasms sporadically around him like it approves, like it wants him to paint your insides white with his spunk. It’s warm, wet, intimate, and Seungcheol feels so tied to you in that moment that he can’t find it in himself to pull out even when his cock no longer has anything to spill.

When you turn your head around and raise a hand to Seungcheol’s jaw, he’s quick to lean down and capture your lips.

It’s soft, slow, and it has Seungcheol’s heart beating treacherously as he licks into your mouth and grinds his softening cock to drive his release deeper into your core. It’s useless, he knows that.

(But it’s the thought that counts.)

The possessiveness from his end has always been there, and you letting him cum inside you like this has only served to worsen it. This is his pussy, his woman. His to hold, his to touch, his to fuck, his to love—

Seungcheol can feel the world stop.

“Cheol?” You murmur against his lips when you feel him still. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Seungcheol replies quickly as he pecks your lip and pulls out against his will. If Seungcheol wasn’t going through hell and back right now, he would probably get on his knees and lick at the globs of white dribbling from your hole. “I thought I heard something.”

You only give him a look before nodding. “Can I get my panties back?”

“No,” Seungcheol grins like he isn’t going through a crisis, grins like the foundation of everything he’s known and upheld isn’t being violently shaken. “They’re mine now.”

You aren’t his, but Seungcheol—and it terrifies him to admit this—is yours.

It’s just sex to you, but it isn’t to Seungcheol, it hasn’t been for a while, he realizes. Is this what all the other girls felt when he was fucking them with no feelings? It felt bad, really bad. 

“Typical,” You say with a roll of your eyes, a small smile on your lips as you pull your pants up. “Wanna get dinner?”

“Sure,” Seungcheol nods as he pulls his bottoms up and takes your hand to guide you back to where his bike’s parked. “What are we feeling?”

We. It feels right, and Seungcheol doesn’t think he can live without all of this anymore. 

“Chimaek?” You ask, and Seungcheol nods.

“Chimaek it is.”

—

You’re fucked.

It’s been two months since you started this arrangement with Choi Seungcheol, and neither of you seem to have any plans of stopping. It’s good, great even. Seungcheol is quite literally the man of your dreams and that is the problem. You’re doing less of the sex and more of the enjoying each other’s company, and it scares you because this is not what you were expecting.

You were expecting to get your back blown out every now and then before taking your leave like it’s some kind of spa appointment. You were not expecting the gentle aftercare, the movie nights, the café dates, the library hangouts, the intimate dinners, the Friday night joyrides, the sweet slow fucking—

Choi Seungcheol was treating you less like a way to get off and more like a girlfriend, and it terrifies you because you don’t want him to stop.

You’re not supposed to get attached. Especially not to someone who’s known for using women until they catch feelings and discarding them when they do. You did not want to be on the list of women that Seungcheol has fucked into falling in love with him, your pride can’t take it.

(Neither can your heart.)

You’re in the middle of a self-care shopping session when Seungcheol calls, and you hate the way you’re quick to find a quiet corner to pick up his call.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” You answer, and you swear your heart seems to beat faster at the sound of his voice. “Why’d you call?”

“Where are you?” Seungcheol asks, and in the background you can hear the sound of a bike revving up.

“At the mall,” You answer. “Thinking if I should buy the skirt I was talking about.”

“The lilac one?” Seungcheol asks, and you can’t help the smile that makes its way to your face. He remembers even the smallest rambles. Of course he does. “I’m on my way.”

“What?” Your body is suddenly on full alert. “Why?”

“Can’t I hang out with my favorite girl?” Seungcheol is teasing you, you know that, but knowing that doesn’t change the fact that his words have your pulse quickening. “Be there in 10 minutes.”

“Don’t speed,” You scold, and Seungcheol chuckles from the other line.

“Got it, boss.”

And the call ended there.

You can no longer focus on your little shopping spree, too bothered by Seungcheol’s sudden disturbance during a day that was supposed to be about that self-love shit all those mental health gurus spoke about. The only thing you can think about is why. His make-up class just ended. He could head straight home and sleep the rest of the day away to recover his energy but he chose to go to you.

And you didn’t even ask him to.

“Hey.”

You’re quick to turn at the sound of Seungcheol’s voice.

It’s unfair how he just keeps looking better every time you see him. White slacks, brown polo, that godforsaken ID lace—Seungcheol makes his everyday wear look like something that was ripped off a runway. The outfit coupled with the smile, the dimples, the pushed-back hair—

A kiss is pressed to your cheek at the same time Seungcheol takes your hand, and that’s how your fate is sealed, you think.

“What was that for?” You ask when Seungcheol pulls away and starts guiding you back to the store with the skirt you’ve been eyeing.

“Just felt like it,” Seungcheol shrugs like he didn’t just ruin the foundation of everything you believed in. “Shall we?”

“Where are we going?” You ask.

“To the store,” Seungcheol snorts like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “We’re getting that skirt.”

You stare at him incredulously. “Sorry, we?”

“My bad,” Seungcheol looks at you with a grin. “I’m getting the skirt.”

Despite your protests, Seungcheol somehow manages to tap his card and get you the lilac skirt you’ve been eyeing since it crossed your feed the other week.

“I’m paying you back,” You tell Seungcheol, walking out of the store not knowing if you’re supposed to be giddy or guilty. It’s expensive, and even if it probably wouldn’t put a dent on Seungcheol’s account, you still hate the idea of owing him.

“Don’t bother because I’m just going to return it,” Seungcheol waves you off. “Where do you wanna eat?”

“You pick,” You reply quickly. There was no way in hell you were going to be the one to pick when Seungcheol already paid for the overpriced skirt sitting prettily in the shopping bag you’re holding.

“Okay.”

You resist the urge to scream when Seungcheol takes you to your favorite restaurant. Of course he’d do that. Of course the universe would push him in that direction just to make things worse for the walls around your heart that were crumbling like heaps of loosely packed sand.

“Didn’t know you liked it here,” You comment.

“Got used to it,” Seungcheol shrugs. “Your usual?”

“Yeah,” You nod before sweeping your eyes across the restaurant to look for an empty seat. “I’ll go look for a seat.”

“Go ahead,” is the only thing Seungcheol says as he gives your hip a squeeze before letting you go.

You hate this.

What was supposed to be a date with yourself quickly became a date with Seungcheol. Was it a date? You liked to think it was. Anyone who was witnessing it would call it that with how sweet and doting Seungcheol is towards you. He hasn’t let your hand go, hasn’t let you pay for anything, hasn’t let you out of his sight. 

The only thing missing was the label, really. 

Friends don’t do this, not even the ones who come with benefits. They don’t hold your hand and press a kiss to your head every once in a while. They don’t laugh at each and every one of your jokes and pinch your cheek affectionately. They don’t get you flowers from a random stall just because it would look prettier in your hands. They don’t do everything Seuncheol does when he’s with you.

What were you two?

And when did the two of you ever reach this point? When did you ever let Seungcheol so close to your heart? When did you ever let him infiltrate your routine so deeply that his absence made things feel… Wrong? 

“You want bingsu?” Seungcheol asks as he points toward the little dessert café in the distance. “You said you were craving some last night, right?”

“Sure,” You nod. “But I’m paying this time.”

“You’ll have to beat me to it,” Seungcheol only looks at you with that handsome smile of his. The one that has his cheeks sinking into treacherously adorable dimples that have your heart skipping and tumbling.

The day ends at Seungcheol’s apartment.

He’s lying down on the couch with you resting on top of him, the two of you locked in a languid kiss that had no definite direction. You’re kissing for the hell of it, hands all up in Seungcheol’s hair while he rubbed and squeezed you all over.

This isn’t how it should be.

It should be carnal, meaningless beyond its purpose as a way to satiate the call of the flesh. You and Seungcheol should be desperately stripping each other, hunger fueling your movements as you chase that sinful high, but that’s not what’s happening.

Seungcheol’s just kissing you.

You’re just kissing Seungcheol.

It’s just a kiss.

(It feels like so much more than that.)

“Wanna stay the night?” Seungcheol murmurs against your lips before pressing a tender kiss to your chin.

Your eyes flutter shut at the soft sensation. “Aren’t you tired?”

“We don’t have to fuck,” Seungcheol mumbles as he drags his lips against the column of your throat. “We can just sleep if you don’t wanna.”

“Why?” You breathe out. You’ve been asking that so often that you think the word is already branded onto your tongue.

“Why not?” Seungcheol chuckles, hands moving to squeeze at your hips. “But you don’t have to.”

But you want to.

You want to fall asleep in his arms, want to wake up in it. You crave the intimacy, the comfort, the warmth, but most of all, you crave Seungcheol. So against your better judgement, you say, “I’ll stay.”

You’re fucked.

—

Jeongyeon doesn’t like Choi Seungcheol.

She knows you can handle yourself, it’s why she didn’t meddle when she found out that you were in some no-strings-attached arrangement with the guy. Sure, she’s worried, but she’s not going to dictate your life. The most she can do is watch out for the guy and steer you off the path to loving him when you started showing signs like the rest of her blockmates did when Seungcheol got them dickmatized.

Unfortunately, when she gets to you, it’s too late.

You’re standing at her door, wide-eyed, utterly horrified, and with one sentence, you confirm her greatest fears:

“Jeongyeon, I think I like him.”

It’s a good thing her fridge is filled with beer and bad ideas.

Jeongyeon listens to you talk about the man, about how handsome he is, how well he treats you, and how soft he makes you feel every time you’re with him. Jeongyeon doesn’t hear you say anything about his dick—not that she wants to hear it—and she thinks that’s the worst part.

Because you see Choi Seungcheol as more than a quick fuck, and Seungcheol, no matter how kind or gentlemanly he’s being, is never in these relationships for anything more than just a quick fuck. 

You ramble and ramble, beer in one hand and heart in the other, and it takes everything in Jeongyeon not to shake you and tell you to run the way you always do.

You were too happy. Terrified by the rawness of the feeling gnawing at your heart, sure, but happy, and Jeongyeon doesn’t think she’s seen you smile like this in a while.

“Girl, there is no saving you,” Jeongyeon concludes for the nth time that night after you pause in your little rant about how Seungcheol looked so adorably bitable in the mornings. “Why don’t you just confess?”

“Telling me to die would’ve been kinder, Jeongyeon-ah,” You reply with a sigh, clutching tighter onto your beer bottle as you pull your legs in and rest your chin on your knees. “You know how he is.”

Jeongyeon does, but it’s been a while since she’s heard Seungcheol’s name float around in the halls. Which is odd because the girls in her class are usually whispering about his latest fuck and who might be next followed by the same girls wishing it was them.

Odd, but Jeongyeon doesn’t dwell on it.

“Well, it’s better than keeping it to yourself and falling even deeper for the guy,” Jeongyeon shrugs. 

“I’m not gonna fall in love—“

“Y/N, you already have,” Jeongyeon says, and she watches as you tense and cave in on yourself like you can’t handle the weight of reality falling down onto you all at once. “I know you.”

And Jeongyeon knows that beneath your lustful, unfeeling exterior is the girl who’s still hoping for true love despite all the times she’s been fucked over by the male population. You weren’t always like this: so determined to stay unattached and unavailable. You’ve always had a lot of love to give, always been the kind of girl who dreamed of finding her one true love and settling down in some cute suburban house with a dog and two kids, but life happens. 

Jeongyeon still remembers the first break-up: some shitty senior from college who wooed you, took your virginity, and promptly left once he got what he wanted. She still remembers the men that came after, the ones who pretended to be the ideal man just so they could score one night. She also remembers the ones who stuck around, the extremely jealous bastards who’d tear you down to keep you tethered while they fucked other women behind your back. Jeongyeon honestly doesn’t blame you for being so pessimistic about men when your history was full of assholes.

“Do I just end it?” You whisper softly, and Jeongyeon wants to say yes, but the glimmer of hope in your eyes has Jeongyeon swallowing her words and shaking her head.

“Maybe you should talk to him first,” Jeongyeon suggests. It’s the logical route. The mature way of handling things. It may be pointless given Seungcheol’s tendencies, but it’s better than you not trying and tormenting yourself with the what if’s.

“I’ll try,” You mumble in reply. “But I kinda just wanna get shitfaced right now.”

Jeongyeon only smiles. “Let’s do that then.”

Maybe it’s time for her to intervene.

(Unfortunately, things go to shit even before Jeongyeon can intervene.)

Jeongyeon thinks it’s a little tacky to be throwing a birthday party at a club, but Jeongyeon doesn’t question it. She’s just here to build a rapport with her peers and the free fancy alcohol that Jennie was paying for with daddy’s money.

“Oh my god, I can’t watch this,” Nayeon tucks her face into Jeongyeon’s shoulder, immediately piquing the latter’s curiosity. “Girl, he doesn’t want you.”

“What’s happening?” Jeongyeon asks, looking around the club to search for the potential source of entertainment.

Nayeon points towards one of the booths, and what Jeongyeon sees immediately has her stomach twisting in knots.

Jennie’s drunk, clinging onto Seungcheol who has an unreadable expression on his face. She’s got his arm trapped between her breasts, her perfectly manicured finger tracing lascivious circles on the man’s chest as she whispers something into his ear.

This is not good, but Jeongyeon gives Seungcheol the benefit of the doubt. Presumption of innocence: Seungcheol is innocent until proven guilty.

However, it doesn’t sit right with Jeongyeon. Jennie has always been head over heels for the man, her little masochistic crush unwavering even when whispers of Seungcheol fucking some other girl who’s not her flies around the halls. She always takes it in stride with a smile, the woman completely deluded that things would go her way when the timing’s right.

Jeongyeon almost feels bad for her.

(But she’s more worried about you.)

“Oh wait, I think she’s got a shot,” Nayeon says from beside Jeongyeon as Seungcheol hoists Jennie onto her feet and starts dragging her out of the club.

You aren’t exclusive. It’s something you told Jeongyeon when babbling about the informal arrangement. Seungcheol could fuck who he wanted the same way you could, but feelings don’t listen to technicalities.

This would ruin you.

Jeongyeon’s torn between telling you and letting you find out. After all, she doesn’t have the full details. She doesn’t know where Seungcheol’s going, doesn’t know where he’s taking Jennie’s drunk ass while all her friends whistled and hollered. For all Jeongyeon knows, he could just be taking her home, but all current evidence shows otherwise. But then again, she doesn’t have solid proof, and she wasn’t about to burden you with something that hasn’t occurred yet.

And so, Jeongyeon decides to keep her mouth shut until you ask or until she’s got enough evidence.

There’s nothing else she can do beyond that.

—

You think you’re going to be sick.

[jenniekim] ‘Thanks for last night <3’

A heart and a vague caption, they’re usually things you wouldn’t think twice about scrolling past, but not this time. Not when the heart and the vague caption came with a picture of a drop dead gorgeous woman—you assume she’s Jennie—clinging onto Seungcheol. It’s only made worse when you move to the next screenshot and find a picture of Jennie looking absolutely gone while she clings onto Seungcheol’s arm. The final nail in your coffin comes when you play the screen-recording of a video from some dump account’s IG story captioned: ‘get your man girl’.

And the video shows the vague figures of Seungcheol dragging Jennie out of the club.

There’s no mistaking it. 

It’s him.

You’ve seen that body, touched that body, worshipped that body too many times to be wrong. You’ve spent too many nights watching that strong back shift and move, spent too many days with that view.

You’re going to puke.

[Jeongjeongie <3]: just a heads up [Jeongjeongie <3]: nothing’s confirmed but I thought you should know. [You]: Thanks, bestie  [You]: Totally not sobbing right now [You]: JK, I’m fine, don’t worry.  [You]: We aren’t exclusive, so it’s fine. It’s not fine. It’s the farthest thing from fine. [Jeongjeongie <3]: well, if you ever want to fuck him up [Jeongjeongie <3]: you know who to call [You]: Thanks [You]: ily

You mute your phone and shove it into your bag before you could torture yourself even more. Not that you needed to look at the pic to do that. You had stared at it for so long that the image has already burned itself into your retina. It didn’t matter if your eyes were closed or open, you could still see the red of Jennie’s dress complementing the black of Seungcheol’s shirt, could still play the video of them leaving the club in 4K.

It hurts.

It feels like your chest is caving in on itself, like your heart was being crushed in the unfeeling palm of someone who wanted you dead. It has you tearing up, your throat tightening and your head pounding as you try to recall those stupid breathing exercises that were meant to ground you but none of it is working. 

Did Seungcheol get sick of you? Did he finally get his fill of you and realized that he needed something new? What did she have that you didn’t? Was she a better fuck? Or did you just get boring? Is that it? It probably was. You’re stupid for thinking that Seungcheol wanted you for anything beyond sex. That’s all you are anyway, a way to get off, a way to remove the edge. Maybe your ex was right. You’re not the type of woman that men can love, you’re the kind they pass around.

Well fuck them then.

The ache quickly turns into anger, and the anger quickly turns into a desire for revenge.

If Seungcheol was going to fuck other people, then so were you, and you were going to enjoy every single second of it.

—

Mingyu is a patient man.

But he likes to think that even a patient man has his limits.

You’ve been eyeing him like prey since the moment you walked into the little house party his frat brothers are throwing, and he can’t say that he hates it. If anything, Mingyu loves it. The woman he’s been pining after for a year suddenly showing something beyond professional courtesy and friendly banter? Sign him the fuck up.

That’s why when he catches your sultry gaze for the nth time that night, Mingyu decides to down the rest of his liquid courage in one go before walking over to where you’re refilling your cup with the dreadful concoction his brothers made.

“How are you not dying from that?” Mingyu says as he stands beside you, watching you fill your cup with what might just be liquid poison.

“Practice,” You reply, taking a sip of the drink before pulling a face. “Want some?”

Mingyu only takes your wrist, bringing the cup to his lips, and taking a sip of the drink he swore he’d never touch again.

The taste of chemical hits Mingyu’s tongue, and it takes everything in him not to sputter and spit the liquid out. Call it childish, call it high school, but he wasn’t about to look like an idiot in front of the woman he likes.

Mingyu, against his better judgment, swallows and says, “Still as bad as I remember.”

You only giggle before reaching up, a perfectly manicured finger tracing the line of alcohol at the corner of Mingyu’s mouth before you pop it between your lips.

There isn’t a single coherent thought in Mingyu’s head after that.

“Tastes fine to me,” You reply, and Mingyu doesn’t know if he’s imagining it, but he swears there’s an edge to your tone that’s meant to provoke. 

It’s a blur from there.

Mingyu follows you to your apartment like a sailor strung by the notes of a siren’s song. He feels like he’s in a daze as you pull him in and crash your soft lips against his in a ravenous kiss that has his body burning up.

He knows you’re just using him, knows he’s just another notch on your bedpost, but that doesn’t stop him from kissing back with just as much—if not more—hunger. He’s waited for this, craved this and more. It may not be the timeline envisioned for you two but—

Mingyu will take what he can get.

It’s stupid, but Mingyu can’t help but hope that maybe he can fuck you well enough to make you fall in love with him the way he’s in love with you.

“Fuck me, Gyu,” You murmur against Mingyu’s lips as you pull him back into your bed.

Mingu only follows the tug at his shirt and his heart, hands moving hastily to strip you and him before he’s rolling the condom onto his cock and positioning it at your entrance.

You’re just using him.

(Mingyu would gladly be used by you.)