💦

He just. Blurted that out.

And thank God it was ice cream you were eating and you’d already swallowed because otherwise, you definitely would have choked. “I’m – I’m sorry, what?” 

Smirking, he reached up to brush your hand aside and replace it with his own, his thumb wiping the melted white liquid that yes, was there from the corner of your mouth and bringing it to his own. You stared, dumbstruck, and suddenly feeling a little warm, when he sucked the digit into his mouth. 

His eyes flashed with mischief, having caught the way your breath hitched and your pupils dilated. “I thought about you when I came last night,” he repeated. Lifting an arm to rest against the back of the bench behind you, he turned his attention to the river and resumed licking his ice cream. 

Okay, so the good news was you hadn’t hallucinated what he’d said. 

The less good news was that you were rendered speechless because your brain happily volunteered to fill in the blanks. It was playing a mental image of Sunwoo lying in bed, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking, thumb gathering pre-come from the head and coating himself with – your gaze zeroed in on his hands and you squirmed. Sunwoo with his head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut and his breath coming in sharp pants, while he moaned your name – now you turned your attention to his mouth, riveted by the sight of his tongue taking long licks of his ice cream. Your mental imaginings then shifted to what that tongue would feel like licking you and those hands holding your thighs open for him. 

What. The. Actual. Fuck. 

Forcing your unruly eyes shut (because that was the only way you could stop staring at him and being jealous of ice cream, for God’s sake), you swallowed back the nervous laugh threatening to bubble up. “I’m, um, not sure what you want me to do with that information? You’re welcome?” 

Sunwoo chuckled, sending you a wicked grin. “What do you want to do with that information?”

“I – I want to bleach my brain. Sunwoo, honey, what you do in the privacy of your room is – I mean, it’s totally up to you and it’s okay, it’s great! But, uh, I don’t think –” you rambled and rambled. Clearly flustered, you shifted restlessly on the bench, trying to ignore the warmth in your cheeks, rapidly spreading down and across your chest. 

“Liar,” he tutted and leaned into you like he was going to tell the most illicit secret. “Like you’ve never thought about me in the moment – you have my permission, by the way. Feel free to get as creative as you’d like.” 

Could a person choke on their own words? Like literally? Or maybe their tongue? Because you didn’t have anything else in your mouth at that moment, but the noise you made was some kind of a choked something. It took you several tries for your lips to start working again and a whole lot of effort to pretend his whispered words didn’t go straight to your core and that your oh-so-helpful brain wasn’t acting up again. 

“How generous! I’ll make sure there are lots of bindings, then.” You narrowed your eyes and pursed your lips, gaze dropping to his mouth. “Maybe a gag, actually.” 

Sunwoo winked at you and stood, then held his hand out to you. “That’s my girl! Come on; I’ll drop you off back at home on my way to the studio.” 

You took his hand and let him pull you up, shaking your head at his antics, still baffled by the turn of events but also happy to let it go. 

Certain you could and would let it go. 

If only that were true. 

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You were going to kill him. 

You just were. It had been a week – a whole week – and every day and night during that week you’d had visions of naked Sunwoo in your head. It didn’t even matter where you were at the time. 

Have a moment of downtime at work? Check! Your imagination decided that was the perfect time to picture him bending you over your desk and pounding into you from behind. 

Lunch with a friend? Absolutely. Could I interest you in a daydream about Sunwoo drizzling the chocolate sauce you’d had with dessert over your body and licking it off? 

Date? That was just too easy. Why not think about Sunwoo dragging you to the restroom, pushing you against the door, and fucking you into oblivion? That particular fantasy was extra fun because your brain decided to add on the cocky, knowing smile he got sometimes as imaginary Sunwoo sent you back out to your date with his come dripping down your legs. 

Trying to sleep? Hah! It wasn’t visions of sugarplums dancing in your head, but visions of him lying in his own bed and getting himself off to the thought of you. Honestly, you had all but given up getting actual rest this week. 

By the time Friday night rolled around, you were pretty sure you would spontaneously orgasm if someone looked at you the wrong way. Because like hell would you give in and actually masturbate to these stupid fantasies. You just knew he would see it written all over your damned face. Suffice it to say, you had never been more sexually frustrated and you were starting to snap at people.

So yeah. You were going to kill him. 

Which was exactly what you told him at 12:02 AM on Friday night/Saturday morning when you texted him after flopping around uncomfortably in bed for the last several hours, sliding under the covers then flinging them off of you, and repeat. Ad nauseum.

You: I’m going to kill you, just so you know.

Sunny-Boy: What? Why? What did I do?

You: Don’t play innocent with me, mister. You know exactly what you did.

Those three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again. 

Sunny-Boy: Do I? I’ve done lots of things, so you may need to elaborate.

You: Ha. Ha.

You: You broke my brain! There’s not enough bleach in the world to fix it and I think I’m starting to go loopy from lack of sleep. :( 

Needing to do something – anything – other than lie there in a state of perpetual horniness, you dropped your phone onto the other pillow and went to splash water on your face. This was ridiculous. You were a grown-ass woman. A woman with a healthy sense of her sexuality and a robust – well, all right, so you hadn’t had sex with someone else in like a year, but you certainly weren’t hurting for orgasms. And yet, here you were. Pandora’s Box had been opened and the damned thing wouldn’t let you shut it again, no matter how hard you tried. 

The sound of your doorbell ringing reached you and your brows furrowed in confusion. Flipping the lights off, you exited the bathroom and glanced over at the clock on your nightstand. 12:20 AM. You turned your gaze toward the front door, silently debating on whether to answer, or whether it was someone who’d had a little too much to drink ringing the wrong doorbell. 

Curiosity won out, though, when the doorbell rang again. 

Your eyes widened when you opened the door to find Sunwoo standing there – or more accurately, lounging there – bracing himself against the door frame with a hand on either side, and giving you a look laced with knowing, with capital ‘T’ Trouble. “Sunwoo, what…” you started, words trailing off as you really let yourself look at him, from his grey sweats to his black hoodie (that you were like 80% sure he wasn’t wearing anything underneath, based on the skin you saw peeking out where it wasn’t fully zipped), to the smirk he wore. 

The smirk he wore. Goddamn it. You tore your gaze from his lips, still curved in that self-satisfied way, and brought it up to meet his. 

“I broke your brain, huh?” 

Your brain chose that moment to really focus on what you might find if you were to – very helpfully, of course – just unzip his hoodie the rest of the way. What? Fuck. No. You were going to kill him, not sleep with him. 

You nodded, stepping back and pulling the door all the way open, gesturing for him to enter. “Yes? But did you seriously come all the way over here to ask me that, you weirdo?”

“Nah. That was just me confirming something,” he said as he walked in and closed the door behind him. He leaned back against it and let his eyes sweep over you, something about which you could almost feel, especially when his gaze lingered on your breasts, nipples pebbling from the cold (definitely the cold), and the short hem of the t-shirt you wore to bed that night. 

Yeah, if you didn’t end up sleeping with him, you were going to get yourself a medal. Something big and gaudy and – 

“I actually figured that if I broke you, I should be the one to fix you.” His voice was a purr, the vibrations of which you absolutely felt in your cunt, which chose that moment to clench. 

Oh, fuck it. “You really should.”

Sunwoo pushed off the wall, then, walking toward you until he entered your space, reaching up and tucking your hair behind your ear. “You gonna let me, beautiful? Say the word and I will.”

“Sunwoo, if your annoyingly pretty lips aren’t on mine in the next thr– mmph.” It took him less than two seconds for his hand to slide around your head to catch the hair at your nape and his mouth to cover yours, lips brushing against yours, tongue sweeping out to taste the seam of your lips and silently urging you to part them.

A request you were more than happy to oblige because his lips felt as soft as they looked and you’d been wanting this for…far longer than you would admit. You looped your arms around his shoulders and leaned your weight into him, breath catching in the back of your throat at the heat and solidity of him. Yes, okay. You knew he worked out and had seen the man at the pool but feeling him pressed against you, from sternum to thigh, was something else entirely. 

The hand not in your hair came to rest at your waist, drawing your hips together, and the moan he let out into your mouth sent a bolt of pure, unadulterated lust straight to your center. He drew back enough to meet your gaze and the fire burning in his left you weak in the knees. 

The hunger in your own eyes pulled a curse from him and he was bending down to grab you by the back of your thighs, voice having dropped an octave as he instructed you, “Up,” lifting while you jumped and helping to guide your legs around his hips. 

You both cursed then, at the press of his cock, already hard and straining against his sweats, into the wet heat between your thighs. 

“B-Bed,” you gasped, squirming against him. “Now – now.” You loosened your hold on his shoulders just enough to let yourself drop a bit, his grip tightening and lifting you back up giving you the perfect kind of friction right where you needed it. 

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Yeah, okay.” His hands moved to squeeze your ass, holding you in place and grinding himself into you long enough to pull a whimper from you, before he was carrying you to your room and dropping you onto your bed. 

Sunwoo stared down at you while he unzipped his hoodie and slipped his arms out of it, tossing it to the side. You watched, eagerly taking in the sight of every inch of skin he bared for you, pressing your thighs together and fisting the duvet in your hands. He was unfairly beautiful, standing over you, chest rising and falling rapidly and palming himself through his sweats, lower lip caught between his teeth and tongue darting out to wet it. 

Guh.

“Been thinking about me that much this week?” 

“Huh?”

His next out breath was a laugh and then his hands were on your knees, pushing your legs apart so he could kneel between them on the bed. “I guess I really did break you, didn’t I, baby?” He brought a hand to rest by your shoulder, the other sliding up your leg and bringing your sleep shirt up with it, focus shifting between your eyes and the skin he was uncovering. His gaze was molten once your panties came into view.

Swallowing hard, you let out a shaky breath and nodded, parting your thighs farther, giving him the space to press closer. “Yeah. Kept thinking about –” You gasped again when his fingers drifted to trace a line up your slit, panties sliding easily against your folds with how wet you were. “Thinking about this, thinking about you, God, Sunwoo, please.”

“Good,” he said, dropping down to brace his weight on his forearm, and suddenly you could feel his breath on your face. Feel the way it hitched and hear the rasp in his voice when he slipped the cotton off of you and his fingers returned to stroke your cunt, teasing at your entrance then moving to rub against your clit. “Fuck, you’re wet. Been wanting to feel you like this since we met,” he admitted your hips jerked up into his touch. “Soaked for me, so damn hot.”

Stupid. He was stupid. You were stupid. Whatever. You were both idiots. Just –

“Y-You're touching me now, just – just don’t stop,” you demanded, fisting a hand in his hair and tugging his face down so you could kiss him. Lips and tongues slipping against each other, sharing breath, while his fingers slid around and around your clit, each rotation ratcheting the tension within you tighter. 

You whined when he moved his fingers, lips already open to complain, but then he replaced them with his thumb while he slid those fingers into your pussy, curled them, and started a steady thrusting, tearing a cry from you when they found your front wall. “Oh, f-f-fuck, please, Sunwoo, please,” you whimpered, you mewled, you gasped. 

“I’ve got you, beautiful,” he crooned. “Just like that. So pretty, taking my fingers. Can’t wait for you to take my cock.”

A whole body shiver went through you then and your gaze locked to his, a breath away from shattering. “God, I want – I want.”

“Come around my fingers and I’ll give you what you want, baby.” He groaned, nipping at your lower lip, then tracing a line along your jaw to nip at your earlobe and whisper against your ear. “What we both want. I’ll fuck you like we’ve both been desperate for since I told you I got myself off thinking about you.”

Your orgasm crashed into you then, visions of your fantasies over the past seven days, of him with his hand wrapped around the cock you still hadn’t seen, hadn’t touched, but so fucking would, the sight of him now, so close, his own need written plainly on his face, his fingers – his fingers – him. Your pussy pulsed around those fingers while your body trembled beneath him.

Shit, you were gorgeous, coming apart for him. Sunwoo clenched his jaw, willing himself to wait until you came down from your orgasm. To not just shove his sweats down and fuck himself into you right then and there. Instead, he ground his hips down into the bed beneath him, trying to take in every minute change in your expression. 

Once your shaking stopped and your eyes fluttered back open, you caught and kept his gaze while your palms came to rest against his chest. Your fingertips teased at his nipples and then slid down his torso to slip beneath the waistband of his pants, and you bit at your bottom lip when you realized he wasn’t wearing anything under them. You paused there, toying with the fabric and letting the back of your fingers brush against his lower abdomen. 

He groaned, hand coming up to the other side of you, forearm mirroring the other, holding himself over you while he dropped his hips and pressed his dick into your cunt, letting the heat from you sink into him and teasing you in turn with a slow thrust.

Screw it. You could play games next time.

You stopped teasing, instead taking hold of his sweats and carefully pushing them down his hips, shoving at them with your feet once your arms couldn’t reach any further, too impatient to draw this out any longer. 

It seemed like Sunwoo had the same idea because he was kicking them the rest of the way off and in the next moment, his cock was slipping through your folds, coating himself in your arousal and groaning your name against your lips. 

But he wasn’t inside you yet and that wasn’t okay. 

Your hand came down to wrap around him, stroking along the length of his dick, rubbing the head against your clit, and sliding it down to press against your entrance. His hips jerked instinctively, his tip dipping inside you, and you nearly saw stars at the stretch of your opening around him. 

You whimpered, tilting your pelvis up, an invitation – a plea – for more, for deeper. “Thought – thought you said – said you’d fuck me –” You sucked in a sharp breath. “You gonna t-tease me all night or what?” 

“Keep mouthing off –” he said in a breathy laugh, pressing the rest of the way inside you before drawing his hips back and snapping them forward again. “I just might.” 

Except he didn’t and you couldn’t. 

His lips covered yours again, tongue slipping inside to tangle with yours, while he started a slow rhythm with his hips. Feeling and letting you feel every inch of him as he pressed forward, every catch of his cock at the entrance to your pussy on each pull back. 

Sunwoo moaned, thrusting forward, deep, and pelvis grinding into your clit, shaking with the force of holding himself back. “Fuck, baby, you feel – so fucking tight,” he hissed into the kiss, teeth gently biting at your lower lip, and fingers finding purchase in your hair. 

He pressed his forehead to yours, gasping down at you, staring up at him with those intoxicating eyes. Let himself revel in the fact that he was inside you and it was his name you were panting, it was him you were clinging to and begging. So damn pretty. So fucking gorgeous in your need.

“God, you just – harder, please,” you whined, nails scratching at his back hard enough you both knew he’d be wearing your marks tomorrow. “Faster. I just need you to – S-Sunwoo…” 

“You need me to – fuck – take you hard, huh?” Sunwoo released your hair to squeeze your waist, willing himself not to come right then and there, high on how much you wanted him after a goddamn year of wanting you and having to watch you be oblivious. 

“M-mhmm.” 

“Mmm.” He pulled out and you whimpered, but then he was guiding you onto your hands and knees, bent over you with his hands covering yours, lacing your fingers together. He gently nipped at the crook of your neck, sucking a mark into the delicate skin beneath your ear. “I’ll give you what you need, baby. Gonna take you like you’re mine, yeah?” With that, he was thrusting back into your cunt, burying his cock into you to the base, and your vision went black at the sound of his skin slapping against yours. 

Words. 

What were words? 

You needed to reply to that. 

Needed to tell him that yes, exactly that, wanna be yours and maybe you did. Probably did because Sunwoo let out what sounded like a growl in the back of his throat and his front was no longer pressed to your back because he was upright, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, while he fucked his dick into you, thrusts harsh and fast, leaving your head spinning and your body on high alert, pushing back into him with each thrust.

Your arms felt like liquid, wobbly and useless, but you didn’t fall on your face – he was too quick for that, drawing you up against him, your back flush to his chest, and – “Oh, fuck, there, Sunwoo,” you said on a gasp, the angle allowing him to hit in just the right spot, and you were putty in his arms. Dropping your head to rest on his shoulder, your fingers finding and lacing through his at your waist. 

His free hand came up to cradle the back of your head, fisting in your hair and turning your face for his kiss, voice a low rumble against your lips. “C’mon, beautiful. Looked so pretty when you came around my fingers earlier… let me feel that needy pussy come on my cock.”  

You did. 

With one last snap of his hips, you came apart, your whole body quivering, pulsing around him, his name falling breathlessly from your lips again and again. Sunwoo cursed, the hand on your waist squeezing while he pumped himself into you half a dozen more times and then he was holding you tightly to him, his other arm wrapped around your torso while he spilled himself inside you, filling your cunt with his come. 

Sunwoo gasped your name, pressing kisses to your nape, your jaw, your shoulder, any place he could reach, while he held you through the aftermath and aftershocks from your orgasms. He gently guided you onto your back and beneath the covers once you both regained your breath, and slid an arm around you when you curled up against his side. 

“I think you may have broken me in a different way this time,” you said into his chest, lips forming a pout. 

“What? How?” He genuinely sounded worried as he turned to look at you, concern marring his brow. “Did I hurt you?”

Leaning up, you pressed a kiss to his lips, then smiled against them. “No, you goober. I’m just definitely not gonna be able to think of you as just a friend after this. You’ve ruined m–” your words broke off on a gasp as Sunwoo rolled you onto your back and leaned over you, grinning down at you. 

“So what you’re saying is my evil plan worked?” he teased, eyes lit with warmth, tender and affectionate. 

You arched an eyebrow, but brought a hand up to softly stroke against the skin of his cheek, mirth in your gaze. “You planned this?”

He scoffed, expression playful. “You think I accidentally told you I got off thinking about you?”

“I – Did you actually masturbate to thoughts of me?”

“More times than I can count, beautiful.”

Your response was to roll on top of him and crash your lips into his.

— sangyeon’s an attentive lover and such a giver, he loves taking care of ppl so i can imagine this translates to oral and he is so focused on every sound u make so he knows where he’s gone right! (also that nose. case closed.)

sunwoo’s an eager lover, might not know what he’s doing at first but once he’s got the experience and u tell him what u like he’s gonna have u cumming on his tongue in minutes.

younghoon has an oral fixation so he’d be begging to eat u out all the time and he gains so much easy experience from this<3 an absolute service top and will do whatever to make u feel good hes so eager and will listen to every command and suggestion

— yeonjun would be obsessed, everyone can only dream of riding a mouth like that. another attentive lover, experimental but still incorporating everything that makes ur breath hitch. probably moans into where his mouth is on u, he gets off on this just as much as u do<3

beomgyu is a service top and just good at everything he does so there’s not a doubt in my mind that he’d be so good at it, even if he sucks a little at first. he’s a fast learner and lives to please, that boy puts his all into it and it pays off when he feels u spasm on his tongue and tries so hard not to cum in his own pants^^

hueningkai … i know i said probably biased but listen hear me out … that nose… his eagerness … liking his hair being played with … being a natural at everything else in his life i can’t help but think he’d be good at it … probably not as good as say yeonjun or sangyeon but his excitement makes up for it ♡ (would probably love face sitting 😵‍💫)

All that’s stopping you now is the fabric between his skin and yours. You made him feel like this. His perfect, little angel.

JUYEON

corners you against the wall — teasingly smirking as he slowly brings his face closer to yours

once he makes you enough interested he carries you to the couch — your legs around his hips and hands around his shoulders

his hands instantly go to rest on your lower back

lots of suggestive touches

kiss his neck while caressing his torso — especially his abdomen — and the game’s over 2/3

KEVIN

slow messy kisses

mutter things against your lips — either to turn you on or to make you laugh

kinda shy at first — but then he remembers that it’s only you and him and the shyness goes away

hands on your waist or where your knees bent

after a while he would ask you to lay down so he can kiss you whole

CHANHEE

soft and sweet

likes to take his time and enjoy the moment

giggles between kisses

might start to blush and feel shy

he’s not a fan of getting hickeys on his body but he loves to give you some — especially on your clavicles

CHANGMIN

take the initiative please

whispers full of compliments

short, slow kisses between random words / phrases

if is a really intense make out he would totally love and enjoy watching you getting off on his thigh as he sucks dark marks on your neck

HAKNYEON

tongue kisses with haknyeon feel sinfully good

very flirtatious, smirks a lot

slow kisses that get aggressively messy and then slow again

secretly enjoys when you pull his hair

cups your cheeks

has the habit of running his hands down your arms —but only his fingertips making contact with your skin

SUNWOO

like to go hard

deep, breath taking kisses

hands on your thighs — at least until his hands find your ass

lots of tongue using and lip biting

loves when your hands are resting on his nape / where his shoulders and neck meet

ERIC

lowkey nervous but hides it by acting confident

and if is hilarious enough, boy loves to make you nervous

smirks and sensual whispers are his speciality

a big yes when you leave wet kisses or licks on his neck

he’s not afraid of verbally let you know how turned on you make him

his debility? you taking the control by kissing him with intensity and a little force

jacob - the treasurer

when he first joined the frat house, he wasn't really sure where it was headed

he's heard bad shit about frat houses in general but this one seemed okay, especially when he heard about the sophomore who didn't seem all that bad of an influence

plays the guitar after their shitty initiation ceremony where they mix a bunch of hard liquors into some shitty fruit syrup and sprite

patient listener to any of his junior's worries even though half of their worries are just them being a bunch of himbos

waits for sangyeon to bring a girl back and then looks at him with puppy eyes to guilt trip him

when people find out he's from this frat house they're probably like wot???

would 100% say "it's not that bad" and then eric's in the background running across the field with a cup of blazing alcohol

2/2 of the image-saver pair of the frat house

actually cares about being active in school - in the volleyball team and has a tiny crush on one of the girls

problematic score: 0/10

younghoon - secretary

1/2 of the quiet flirts

yeah the kind that likes to stare at you across the field and then 2 hours later you're making out in the locker/shower room when it's empty

but when you're with your own friends and he's with his, he treats you like you're invisible

biggest fucking heartbreaker of this frat house because you WILL fall for him giving you tiny smiles along the hallways or ruffling your hair when you least expect it or sliding a little note into your locker telling you to meet him behind the gym

and your dumbass WILL go

but you will also probably find him kissing someone else in the exact same spot after he doesn't talk to you for a few days

shares a room with hyunjae

problematic score: 8/10 just don't make eye contact with him

hyunjae - internal vice president

the younger members of the frat house take his advice like vampires after blood

1/3 socialites - joins school activities to recruit new members/build connections in case one of his boys get into trouble and he has to clear their name

has never brought a girl back to the house which most of the boys find fucking sus - thinks he has a shed outside nearby where he does it instead

a perfect record, like jacob, and people trust him

but also known for getting into fights with boys from other frat houses because they were picking on one of his boys

not in the house most of the time - nobody knows what he does outside, hence the secret fuckshed

shares a room with younghoon but knows that he might bring home a girl one day

1/2 bodyguard for the chaotic brothers

problematic score: 9/10 there's too little information on him and has too much influence on the house despite not being the president

juyeon - brotherhood chairman

the biggest himbo of the frat house

the world is working in 4g but he's running on 2g

nobody knows how he's still alive given the number of stupid things they do in there, and especially since he's pretty close to the chaotic brothers

2/2 bodyguard of the chaotic brothers

multiple videos of him circulating around the school's social medias of him tripping over balls or cones, getting hit by them or even missing whole chairs and falling to the ground instead

when it doesn't require a fast reflex, juyeon is pretty handy with mechanics and does well in his aviation class (hearsay he wanted to be a pilot)

shares a room with chanhee

problematic score: 6/10

chanhee - finance head

1/2 gossip girl - if any of the higher ups (sangyeon, younghoon, jacob or hyunjae) need information on a person or another house, they go to him

the house looks expensive as hell but only because he knows his way around money and numbers

questioned the shitty initiation ceremony and made hyunjae laugh

but immediately went speechless when he watched juyeon down the whole thing at once and pass out almost straight after

just questioning how he even got in in the first place

most people don't associate him with this house

fights with sunwoo too much

fights with changmin too much

thank god his roommate is juyeon - although sometimes he gets mad at juyeon for being too slow when having debates or conversations

problematic score: 30293/10 he probably knows my secrets and is too smart for me to beat in an argument

kevin - recruitment chair

2/2 gossip girl

2/3 socialites - he speaks english and that gets them more recognition and more connections - if hyunjae handles the locals, kevin goes for the internationals

breaks up the fight between his batchmates most of the time

actually very friendly when it has nothing to do with his house - most of his questionnable points are only magnified because he's in it

puked after the initiation ceremony but when he started singing when jacob was playing the guitar, it was a eureka moment for him

actually advises girls against making friends with boys from his house because they know they are either too himbo, too flirty, or too mysterious

shares a room with changmin

2/2 quiet flirt tbh but not as bad as younghoon

problematic score: 4/10 idk what he knows about me

changmin - sergeant-at-arms

literally the only person who suggests making the initiation worse by adding more shitty alcohol, or making them do a blindfold challenge of eating worms and slugs or sitting them in a room with a haunted doll

fights with chanhee too much, that's why he rooms with kevin

had a girlfriend who broke up with him one month after being accepted into the frat house - the reputation of the house was too much for her to accept

rumor has it that she was one of the girls hyunjae brought back to his fuckshed

fights with sunwoo too much because he brings girls back too often and really isn't subtle about it

1/2 asshole flirt - knows what to say or yell down the hallway to get your attention

problematic score: ranges from 1 to 9 depending on your relationship with him

haknyeon - housing officer

takes care of the house very well so when someone brings a girl back for a fuck session and the condoms are not properly disposed of, he confiscates/removes the snack ration for the weekend

has a girlfriend back at home who doesn't know he's in a frat house - she would probably kill him if she does

shares a room with the youngest members but sleeps in the living room most of the time because both of them keep bringing girls home

takes care of whoever passes out after the initiation ceremony only because he doesnt want them ruining the state of the house

problematic score: 0/10

sunwoo - freshman member

1/2 chaotic brothers

fights with chanhee, changmin and eric too much that he gets put into timeout by hyunjae really often

got into the university JUST for this frat house and the things he heard of it - was disappointed when it was a little more tamed thanks to sangyeon and jacob but he's not complaining that much

brings girls home and doesnt bother to bring them up into the room

forgets that hak is in the living room so he does her in the kitchen instead

2/2 asshole flirt - gropes his sidehoe's asses along the corridor, flirts at the locker, makes out with them in the changing room when nobody is around

in the soccer team and sometimes picks a fight with his own teammates if they don't do what he wants

problematic score: 10/10

eric - freshman member

1/2 chaotic brothers

he is JUST a flirt

1/3 socialites - whoever kevin and hyunjae fail to touch, eric does it - literally

got into trouble because he flirted with the girlfriend whose boyfriend was from another frathouse (that's why he has 2 bodyguards)

also brings girls back to the house WAY too often but manages to make it back to his and sunwoo's room because he prefers the privacy

will clean up the contraceptives after because he wants his snacks

Eric was, to say the least, exhausted and in great need of cuddles, feeling his serotonin level running low. It pained him so much to see you hardly throughout a whole month, he craved to touch you and have you around. However, he was more than thankful that you were patient and willing to wait for him while he chased his dreams.

So when he pushed the bedroom door open, discovering you all bundled up in one of his hoodies and a fluffy blanket, his shoulders couldn't help but subside and he sighed in relief, knowing that he was within reach to be finally home. Because yes, home was partially your shared apartment, but his real safe place was your arms.

His bag dropping on the floor caught your attention, averting your gaze from the TV, a radiant smile adorning your lips when you saw him. You raised your arms in the air, Eric instantly accepting your hug invitation, rushing to nuzzle his face in your neck.

"Hi babe," you whispered against his cheek, closing your arms around him and his voice muffled by your hair and clothes, his answer making you shiver as his hot breath brushed against the sensitive skin of your neck.

"Hi darling," his deep, tired voice enhanced your goosebumps, and you held him against you, your hand flying to his hair.

"Hold on, I'm crushing you," he murmured, but you hummed negatively, tightening your hold around him to stop him from moving. Now that he was yours for the night, you won't let him escape this easily.

"Absolutely not. Just stay, please," you whispered, and the corners of his mouth elevated in a smile, his lips tenderly kissing your neck.

You softly groaned and caressed his clothed back up and down, goosebumps rising on his skin at the loving, tender contact. It felt like you had last seen him since forever - which wasn't truly a lie - and you had missed his smell, his touch, barely remembering them.

You also missed kissing and exploring each other's bodies, something that you never abstained to do when you still had enough energy left. You yearned for hands on your skin, his feverish kisses and his bare body under yours. The way he made you feel like you were on top of the world, how he worshipped your body each time you were having sex, you were aching to experience this again.

And he certainly did as well. You chuckled when he kept on kissing the sensitive skin of your neck, littering it with lovebites as a wave of relief and warmth submerged your entire being as your cravings were getting satisfied by the one boy you wanted the most.

"Babe, you should remove your phone in your pocket, it's gonna hurt you," you whispered in his ear as you carded your fingers through his hair, Eric pulling away from your neck to rest his hands on each side of your head, fully pressing his lips on yours.

"It's not my phone Y/N," he mumbled, smirking against your lips, and you shyly giggled, feeling happy that being with you gave him this kind of sensation.

"So you're just excited to see me?" you innocently asked when you pulled away to breathe, slightly gasping as you posed your question.

"Very much, indeed," he smirked and captured your lips in another feverish kiss, your heart pounding in your chest as you still hadn't recovered from your preceding make-out session, your head spinning as you were in great need of oxygen.

You cupped his face with both hands to force him away from your lips, your hot breaths mixing as he was as panting as you were. Giggling together, your laugh quickly turned into a needy whimper as he trailed kisses down your jaw to your upper chest, the only skin your hoodie was allowing him to see. He tugged on the fabric to get access to more skin, and he beamed when you pushed him away to remove the item of clothing.

The air in your bedroom was quite chilly, so Eric took the blanket at the bottom of the bed and wrapped it over his shoulders, covering you at the same time as he sunk again on your skin. You felt his dick twitch in his pants as you weren't wearing a t-shirt nor a bra under his hoodie. As silly as it sounded, the thought of your bare skin touching the inner part of his sweatshirt turned him on, it felt special to him.

You sighed when the warmth of the blanket and Eric's body surrounded your own, shielding you from the fresh air and engulfing you in a needy embrace. He littered your skin with open-mouthed kisses, making you quiver and moan under him as he went lower.

Resting on his knees to be at a better angle, Eric's mouth left your skin to hover above your chest, hot breath surrounding your nipples, stimulating your nerves. You were getting fidgety with anticipation, waiting for him to give in and play with your breasts.

But that wasn't Eric's plan. He wanted to tease you, to see what he could do to press your buttons till you reached your limits. He had given you strong orgasms in the past, sometimes multiple per night, but never a nipple one. Boy was so obsessed with your breasts that he was well-determined to send you over the edge just by playing with your chest.

Your breath was ragged, you were struggling to stay calm as he was teasing you. He resisted when you tried to push his head closer to your chest, the thumb rubbing circles on the sides of your belly not helping with your sensitivity.

"Eric please, do something," you complained in a breathy tone, cupping his face to kiss him on the lips.

He smirked into the kiss before pulling away, sinking back in your chest, your back cambering off the mattress as he gave kitten licks to the tip of your left nipple. He grunted when you tugged on his hair, teasing and rubbing on the sensitive bud with his tongue.

"Don't," he grunted, pinning your hands above your head as you were trying to play with your breasts. Eric wanted to be the only one pleasuring you, it was his mission to push you over the edge.

Eric's lips eventually latched on your nipple, his tongue twirling and flicking it. You let a loud moan, rolling your hips against his to get some friction to reduce the torture he was putting you through. He pushed his tongue flat around your nub, dragging it up while making eye contact before closing his mouth around it. Your eyes rolled at the back of your head as his hand let yours play with your discarded breast. He cupped it and toyed with it, massaging them both with greedy hands.

"Oh my god, yes Eric, baby keep going, please," you muttered as you arched your back further off the bed, needing to feel his body on yours. He took the hint and pressed the rest of himself on you, his mouth still kissing and sucking on every inch of your boobs.

"I love your tits so much, I could suck on them all day," he whispered before blowing air the nipple he's been obsessing over for the last minute or so, your damp panties sticking to your core at how good it felt.

Your moans and words of praise spurt him on, encouraged him to fulfil his mission. Your chest was covered in pinkish marks and nascent hickeys, your nipples standing hard and straight, asking, begging to be sucked.

"S-so good," you groaned, and Eric smiled up at you, maintaining eye contact as he seized your other nipple in his mouth, not letting the other rest since he pinched and flickered his finger against it. "Are you gonna come, darling?" he demanded, eyes sparkling with lust and hope as he hugged your boobs together, kissing one nipple after the other with more force. "Mh mhh," you purred while screwing your eyes shut, one of Eric's hands caressing your body town till it reached your core.

Swiftly slipping under your underwear, making you moan, he felt how wet you were before retracting his fingers, touching your chest with the said hand before licking and kissing the areas his pads of his digits coated with your juices followed.

He repeated this action once, twice, and one final time. "Oh my god, Eric! Eric! Fuck!" his name rolled off your tongue like a mantra as he was sucking on your right breast, the one you seemed to have the most sensitivity to.

Your hand flew to his head to keep him close, your other going on top of his to squeeze your other nipple harder. His free hand was teasing your clit to strengthen your orgasm, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves between two fingers as he hummed against your nipple.

Your whole body shook as your orgasm slowly reduced, Eric's mouth still latched on your breasts, giving them now much more delicate kisses. You smiled and cupped his face, dragging him upwards to press your lips against his, your tongues dancing together.

"I missed you so much, pretty boy," you whispered with your eyes closed, feeling Eric's hasty breath tickling your lips. He chuckled through his nose before kissing you again, getting comfortable in your arms, head resting on top of your chest.