#bad boy

Yandere Delinquent x Reader

⤷ TW: yandere themes, obsession, toxic attachment, threats of violence, and self-harm.

part 2

You didn’t expect the most feared delinquent in school to confess his feelings to you.

In fact, you didn’t even expect him to know you existed.

Everyone knew the rumors about Rian. He was the school’s living legend, the guy who supposedly sent three seniors from another school to the hospital without even breaking a sweat. People swore he took a broken bottle to the face during a fight behind the train station without even flinching. He was tall, with a sharp, lean build and a permanent scowl that could stop a teacher mid-sentence. His reputation was so intense that students actively cleared a path in the hallways whenever they saw his messy dark hair coming their way.

Then, there was you.

You were just a regular, average student. You went to class, hung out with your small circle of friends during lunch, and complained about the upcoming exams like everyone else. You weren't a social outcast, but you certainly weren't popular either. You were just perfectly content blending into the background of a crowded room.

Which is exactly why you were standing there in absolute disbelief, trapped against the rusty metal railing of the old rooftop stairwell where you had just gone to skip the noisy hallway crowd during break.

Your brain completely stopped working. Out of pure reflex, you reached down and aggressively pinched your own thigh through your uniform skirt, praying that you were just having a very weird, stress-induced nightmare. Ouch. No. The sharp sting proved you were wide awake. You were definitely awake, and the school's most notorious bad boy had his hand planted firmly against the concrete wall right next to your ear, breathing like he had just run a marathon.

"I like you," Rian growled. His voice was naturally a low, gravelly rasp that usually meant someone was about to get hurt. But right now, it was trembling. He thrust a slightly squished paper bag into your chest. "Date me. Please."

Through the top of the bag, you could see a hot strawberry crepe from the expensive bakery near the station, the one that always has a two-hour waiting line.

You looked at his split knuckles, then at the terrifying intensity in his dark eyes, and your survival instincts completely took over.

God, please don't make me regret this.

"Okay," you said, your voice remarkably steady despite the racing pulse in your throat. "We can try dating."

The change was instantaneous.

His jaw dropped. The scary glare in his eyes cracked, completely replaced by a wide, watery layer of pure shock. A fierce, burning red rushed up his throat, turning his face, his ears, and even the back of his neck a dark, bruised crimson.

He stumbled backward, his heavy sneakers tripping over his own feet on the concrete step. He clutched his own chest with both hands, his breathing turning shallow, frantic, and pathetic.

"Y-You said yes?" he choked out, his deep voice cracking into a high, trembling squeak. He looked like he was about to faint right onto the stairs. "You're not telling me to die? I practiced this in the mirror for three weeks because I thought you'd throw the crepe at my face."

"Rian, you need to breathe," you said, taking a cautious step forward because he genuinely looked like he was losing oxygen.

"Don't look at me!" he whined, quickly covering his flushed face with his massive, uniform-clad arms, his broad shoulders shaking violently as he hid from you. He was a tall, intimidating guy, but right now, he looked like a terrified puppy that had just been handed a treat and didn't know how to process it. "Your eyes are too close. If you look at me while I'm crying, my heart is going to burst open. I'll literally die right here."

You stared at him, the squished paper bag still heavy in your hands. He was still hiding his face behind his arms, his ears burning a violent red, occasionally peeking through his fingers to make sure you hadn't vanished. The sheer absurdity of the school’s fiercest fighter melting into a puddle of nerves over a simple "yes" was almost comical. You awkwardly cleared your throat, offered a small goodbye, and slipped down the rooftop stairs, leaving the legendary delinquent leaning against the rusty railing, clutching his chest like a Victorian maiden.

By eight o'clock the next morning, your choice to date him out of fear turned into a completely different kind of nightmare.

You couldn't even reach the school gates without his massive shadow blocking the sun. Rian was waiting by the concrete pillar, his uniform blazer unbuttoned, revealing a glimpse of his lean frame. He had a white band-aid over his cheekbone, but the moment his eyes found you in the crowd of students, the tough, scary delinquent completely vanished.

He scrambled over, his long legs moving with a clumsy, frantic eagerness. In his arms, he was carrying three separate, brightly colored insulated lunch bags.

"I made lunch," he blurted out, his deep voice dropping into a soft, nervous rumble as he fell into step right next to you. He pulled himself as close to your side as possible, his shoulder vibrating with nervous energy, though he kept a careful two-inch gap so his sleeve wouldn't disrespectfully brush against yours. "I didn't know if you liked sweet egg or pork cutlet today, so I made both. And I bought the exact milk tea you got from the vending machine last Tuesday. The one with the green cap."

You stopped walking, staring up at him. "Rian, that was a week ago. I don't even remember buying that. How do you even know that?"

Rian froze. The soft, nervous pink in his cheeks instantly drained, leaving him a terrifyingly hollow shade of pale. His wide, dark pupils dilated so much that his eyes looked almost entirely black. He looked straight at your throat, his thick eyelashes fluttering with a frantic, wet panic.

"I notice everything," he whispered, his knuckles turning a bloodless white as he gripped the lunch bags closer to his chest. "I know which classroom windows you look out of when you're bored. I know you walk exactly three paces behind your friends when you're tired. I know everything. I have to know, or my head feels like it's going to crack open."

You took a small step back, the air suddenly feeling very heavy. "Rian, that's a bit creepy."

The second the word creepy left your mouth, his entire frame fractured from the inside out. He didn't get angry. He didn't step toward you. Instead, he dropped heavily onto his knees right on the concrete sidewalk, ignoring the students who stopped to stare at the school's most feared predator begging in the dirt. He grabbed the very bottom hem of your school skirt, his fingers twisting into the pleats so tightly they were shaking.

"I'm sorry," he choked out, his voice dropping into a low, frantic, unhinged rasp. He lifted his tear-stained face, his eyes glassy and completely bloodshot. "I'm a monster, right? I'm disgusting. If you break up with me because of this, I'll take the pocket knife I keep in my locker and I'll carve your name into my chest. I'll do it right in front of your window so you can watch the blood match the strawberry crepe I bought you. If I can't belong to you, I don't need my skin to be clean. I'll peel it off, (Y/N). I'll pull my own teeth out if it makes you smile."

He choked back a sob, his grip on your skirt tightening as his dark eyes locked onto yours with a terrifyingly protective, feral intensity.

"And if anyone else looks at you... if anyone tries to take you away from me or makes you smile the way I'm supposed to, I'll break them. I'll destroy every single one of them until they're crawling in the dirt. I'll smash their faces into the concrete so they can never look at you again."

He was offering his own body up to be destroyed just to keep you from walking away.

You sighed, looking down at his shaking shoulders, realizing you couldn't shake him off even if you tried. You reached down and took the heavy insulated bag from his hand. "Get up. The bell is going to ring."

The effect was instant. Rian let out a long, shuddering sigh, his broad shoulders slumping as a wet, breathless, completely adoring smile broke through his pale face.

"Okay," he whispered, his deep voice melting back into a soft, happy purr. "Anything you want."

[ badboy!Wooyoung x nerdy!Fem! Reader ] — one shot, smut — Ateez masterlist — wc: 4816

WARNINGS: MDNI, unprotect sex (use protections guys!), dirty talking, fingering, p in v, dom Wooyoung, small plot with porn, Wooyoung gives reader orders lol

A/n: Yall I’m trying to write but I have a massive block sorry😔😔

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THE CHATTING of the students was muffled by the music of your earphones. You walked fast in the hallways, your head low and your presence ignored by others. You had your books pressed against your chest, your grip tight as you stopped in front of your professor class.

You got called for the fist time ever since you started school. It was actually confusing to you, because you don't recall doing anything wrong since the start of the year.

You sighed, adjusting your skirt with your hands, and took out your earphones to put it into your pocket. You opened the door slowly, poking your head in to see professor Kim sat at his desk.

«Miss Y/n, come in.» he said you, rising his head with a smile to look at you. You waked in and closed the door.

In front of him was a boy. He had jack back hair, pulled back with gel, and a high number of piercings on. There was one on his mouth, one on his eyebrow, a few on his ear and surely more that you couldn't see. He wore a black leather jacket, his hands deep in his pockets.

He didn't seem to enjoy being here, but after looking at you, the side is his mouth lifted.

You cleared your throat, straightening your back. «Mr. Kim, you wanted to talk to me?» you said shyly. You looked at the boy beside you, turning to the teacher with a confused expression. «I'm not in trouble? I'm sure I didn't do anything.»

Professor Kim gestured chuckled softly, shaking his head with a smile. «Don't worry, you're not in trouble.»

A weight seemed to lift from your shoulders. You sighed, nodding. «So, why did you called me?»

The pierced boy smirked at your confusion, finding your innocent demeanor amusing.

Professor Kim leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. «Ah yes, let me explain. This young man here is Wooyoung, his grades are getting worse, and he needs help.» He smiled, long at you trough his glasses. «Since you have the best grades in the third year i thought you could give him some lessons. Do you mind?»

You blinked in surprise at the unexpected request, glancing between Professor Kim and the handsome boy, Wooyoung. You fidgeted with the hem of your skirt, considering the propose.

«I...suppose I could try to help.» you said hesitantly, still unsure about tutoring someone who seemed so different from yourself. «But I'm not sure how effective I'd be. My study methods might not work for everyone.»

Despite your reservations, there was a part of you that felt compelled to assist, driven by your strong sense of responsibility and desire to help others succeed. You looked at Wooyoung again, trying to gauge his reaction to the arrangement.

«Um, what do you think about this, Wooyoung?» you asked tentatively, wanting to ensure both parties were comfortable with the tutoring agreement before committing.

Wooyoung's piercing gaze raked over your form appreciatively, a slow grin spreading across his face. He stepped closer, invading your personal space slightly as he spoke in a low, smooth voice tinged with amusement.

«Oh, I think it's a brilliant idea. Having such a smart girl to help me?» His tongue darted out to wet his lips, drawing attention to the silver stud glinting there. «I'm sure we can find plenty of motivating ways to improve my grades.»

There was a suggestive undertone to his words that you didn't catch, his eyes smoldering with barely restrained interest as they roamed your body once more.

A faint blush colored your cheeks as you noticed Wooyoung's intense gaze and proximity, feeling a bit flustered by his boldness. You took a small step back, unconsciously tugging at the collar of your blouse.

«W-well, I'm glad you're open to the idea.» you stammered, lowering your eyes shyly.

After that, you get out of the classroom, walking trough the hallway shoulder to shoulder.

Despite your demure demeanor, you found yourself drawn to Wooyoung's magnetic presence and striking appearance. There was an undeniable allure to his playboy charm that stirred something within you.

«Perhaps we could start by discussing when we could meet?» you said, looking at him.

Wooyoung smirked at your flustered reaction, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. As you walked together down the hallway, he draped an arm casually around your shoulders, pulling you subtly closer.

«Mmm, I like the way you think.» he chuckled, your name rolling off his tongue like a caress. «How about we meet up at my place tonight? No one will bother us.»

His fingers traced idle patterns along your upper arm as he spoke, sending shivers down your spine despite the innocence of the gesture. There was a wicked gleam in his eye, hinting at untold temptations should you choose to accept his invitation.

Your heart raced at Wooyoung's touch and intimate suggestion, a mix of excitement and trepidation swirling inside you. Being alone with him at his place seemed daring and perhaps even inappropriate.

Still, the prospect of helping someone improve academically was too tempting to resist. You nodded slowly, biting your lower lip.

«Tonight sounds perfect.» you agreed breathlessly, meeting his heated gaze. «What time should I come over? And where exactly do you live?»

As you walked, your bodies brushed together occasionally, each contact igniting sparks beneath your skin. You tried to focus on the logistics of your first private meeting, but Wooyoung's intoxicating nearness made it difficult to concentrate on anything else.

Wooyoung's eyes lightened up as you accepted his invitation, a triumphant smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He leaned in close, his lips nearly brushing the shell of your ear as he murmured,

«Come over at 8 o'clock sharp. I live in apartment complex next to the park.»

His hand slid down to the small of your back, applying just enough pressure to guide you forward as you continued walking. The heat of his palm seeped through the thin fabric of your shirt, branding your skin.

Your breath hitched as Wooyoung's warm breath ghosted over your sensitive skin, his deep voice sending shivers racing down your spine. You could feel the firmness of his body pressing against yours, his masculine scent enveloping you.

Swallowing hard, you managed to respond, your own voice taking on a husky quality. «Eight o'clock then. I'll be there.»

The promise hung heavy in the air between you. As you reached the end of the hallway, Wooyoung reluctantly released you, leaving you feeling bereft at the loss of his touch.

With a final smoldering look, he sauntered away, leaving you standing there, pulse pounding and thoughts consumed by the impending evening ahead.

That night, as the clock struck eight, you found yourself standing outside an upscale apartment building, nerves fluttering in your stomach. You smoothed down your dress, checking your reflection in the glass doors before taking a deep breath and ringing the doorbell to Wooyoung's unit.

Moments later, the door swung open, revealing Wooyoung himself. He looked devastatingly handsome in a fitted black button-up shirt that hugged his muscular frame, the top buttons left tantalizingly undone. His black hair was artfully tousled, and those piercing eyes raked over your form appreciatively as a slow grin spread across his face.

«Well, well, look what we have here.» he purred, stepping aside to let you enter.

You stepped into Wooyoung's apartment, immediately struck by the sleek modern decor and expansive views of the city skyline visible through floor-to-ceiling windows. The space exuded luxury and sophistication, much like its owner.

As Wooyoung closed the door behind you, sealing you two alone together, you turned to face him, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his intense scrutiny. You fiddled with the strap of your purse nervously.

«Your place is amazing, Wooyoung. Very impressive.» you complimented with a smile, hoping to break the charged silence. «Shall we get started with our first lesson then? I brought some study materials that I thought might help you grasp the concepts better.»

You held up your bag, filled with textbooks and notes, eager to shift the focus onto academics rather than the palpable sexual tension crackling between you.

Wooyoung's eyes followed the movement of your hands, lingering on the curve of your hip as you shifted your weight. He took a step closer, invading your personal space once again as he reached out to take your bag, his fingers brushing against yours.

«Study materials, huh? How thoughtful of you.» His voice was a low rumble, almost a purr. Setting the bag aside, he didn't release your hand right away, instead using his grip to gently tug you closer.

«But first, why don't we get comfortable? It's been a long day, and I'm sure you're tired from classes.» His other hand came up to rest on your waist, thumb tracing small circles through the thin fabric of your dress. «Why don't you relax on the couch while I bring us some drinks?»

Your breath caught in your throat as Wooyoung drew you nearer, his large hand splayed possessively against your lower back. The warmth of his touch seeped through your clothing, igniting a fire beneath your skin.

«Drinks sound nice...» you managed to say, your voice coming out breathier than intended. You allowed him to guide you towards the plush leather sofa, perching on the edge uncertainly.

You hands grabbed the hem of your skirt, fidgeting with it in an attempt to calm your nerves.

As Wooyoung moved to pour two glasses of amber liquid from a decanter on the bar cart, you took the opportunity to discreetly admire his slim physique, the way his shirt stretched taut across his broad shoulders and tapered waist. He moved with such a smoothness.

When he returned, handing you a tumbler filled with juice, you accepted it gratefully, needing something to occupy your trembling hands.

«Do you live alone?» you asked, looking around.

Wooyoung settled beside you on the couch, angling his body towards yours. He took a sip of his drink, adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. «I have a roommate, but he's away for his sister's wedding.»

He chuckled, the sound low and rich. Setting his glass on the coffee table, he turned to face you fully, one arm draping across the back of the sofa behind your shoulders. «Should we get started?»

You nodded, setting your own half-finished drink down and reaching for your bag. Pulling out a stack of papers, you began explaining the key points and concepts you thought would be most helpful for Wooyoung to review.

As you talked, you became increasingly aware of his closeness, the heat radiating off his body and the occasional brush of his arm against yours. It was distracting, making it hard to concentrate on the material.

At one point, you paused mid-sentence, realizing you had lost your train of thought entirely. Swallowing thickly, you glanced up at Wooyoung from beneath lowered lashes.

«Sorry, I guess I'm a little nervous...» you admitted softly, your cheeks warming with embarrassment.

Wooyoung's eyes softened slightly at your admission, a gentle smile curving his lips. He reached out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his fingertips grazing your cheek in the process.

«Hey, no need to be nervous. It's not like we're doing something wrong.» His voice was uncharacteristically tender, a stark contrast to his usual bravado. Leaning back slightly, he patted the space beside him invitingly. «Why don't you scoot a little closer? It'll be easier to go through the material together if we're next to each other.»

There was a sincerity in his expression that put you somewhat at ease, even as your heart continued to race at his proximity and the intimacy of the moment.

Feeling emboldened by Wooyoung's reassuring words and gentle touch, you scooted closer until your thighs were brushing against his. The warmth of his body seeped into yours, and you could smell the subtle scent of his cologne, a mix of sandalwood and something uniquely masculine.

Focusing intently on the papers in your lap, you resumed your explanation, pointing out important diagrams and equations. However, every now and then, you would glance up to check Wooyoung's reaction, seeking confirmation that he understood.

To your surprise, he seemed genuinely engaged, his brow furrowed in concentration as he studied the material. Occasionally, he would ask insightful questions.

As the night wore on, Wooyoung found himself becoming increasingly captivated by your intelligence and passion for the subject matter. He listened intently to your explanations, his earlier playboy facade slipping away to reveal a curious and attentive student.

At one point, as you leaned in to show him a particularly complex diagram, your faces were mere inches apart. You could feel his breath mingling with yours, see the flecks of gold in his irises. The air between you felt electric, charged with unspoken tension.

Suddenly, Wooyoung set the papers aside, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. His thumb brushed over your lower lip, his gaze intense and searching.

«You know, you're really pretty.» he murmured, his voice low and rough with emotion.

Your breath caught in your throat as Wooyoung's thumb grazed your lip, his intense gaze holding you captive. A shiver ran through you at the intimate contact and the raw desire evident in his eyes.

«Thank you...» you whispered, your voice trembling slightly.

Emboldened by the charged atmosphere, you leaned into his touch, your eyelids fluttering closed for a brief moment. When you opened them again, you found yourself drowning in the depths of his piercing stare, the world seeming to fade away until only the two of you remained.

Slowly, giving you time to pull away, Wooyoung began to lean in, his lips hovering a hairsbreadth from yours. His free hand came to rest on your waist, fingers splaying possessively over the curve of your hip.

Wooyoung's eyes fluttered closed as he closed the remaining distance between you, capturing your lips in a soft, sensual kiss. It started out gentle, almost reverent, but quickly deepened as he poured hours of pent-up desire into the embrace.

His hand on your waist tightened, pulling you flush against his firm chest as he angled his head to deepen the kiss further. He tasted faintly of the juice he'd been drinking, the flavor sweet as his tongue teased the seam of your lips, silently begging for entrance.

Lost in the sensation, Wooyoung's other hand slid into your hair, cradling the back of your head as he kissed you with increasing urgency. He nipped lightly at your bottom lip before soothing the sting with his tongue, the dual sensations sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

You melted into the kiss, a soft moan escaping you as Wooyoung's tongue delved past your parted lips to tangle with your own. The taste of him, the heat of his body pressed against yours, the skill of his mouth. It was overwhelming in the best way possible.

Your hands came up to clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into the firm muscle as you clung to him. You kissed him back with equal fervor, breathing heavily against his hace. Your lips moved against his in a dance as old as time itself, matching his passion with your own.

When he nipped at your lip, you gasped, the small pain only heightening your arousal. You chased after his retreating tongue, unwilling to let the delicious friction end.

He suddenly stopped the kiss, smirking softly. «Keep teaching ne, we don't want to stop our study session, right?» he whispered as his hand ghosted to your tight.

You nodded, your face flushed hot as your trembling hands took the book.

Wooyoung smirked at your flustered state, clearly pleased with the effect he had on you. Leaning back, he allowed you some space to collect yourself, though his arm remained draped casually across your shoulders, keeping you anchored to his side.

«Now, where were we?» he asked innocently, though the glimmer in his eyes betrayed his true intentions.

You licked your swollen lips, tasting him still, and struggled to refocus on the task at hand. Clearing your throat, you pointed to the relevant section in the textbook, trying to ignore the way your body thrummed with residual arousal.

«Okay, so if we apply this formula here...» you began, your voice slightly breathless.

As you attempted to explain the complex mathematical concept, Wooyoung listened attentively, nodding along. However, his wandering hand on your thigh made it increasingly difficult to concentrate. Each time his fingers drifted higher, grazing the sensitive skin just below the hem of your skirt, you had to pause and gather your scattered thoughts.

«And then, um...» you faltered, your cheeks flushing hotly as Wooyoung's touch sent sparks of pleasure racing through you. «We solve for x by isolating it on one side of the equation.»

You squirmed slightly in your seat, hyperaware of every point of contact between your bodies. The heat of his palm seeping through the thin fabric of your stockings was maddening, stoking the flames of your desire with each passing second.

Wooyoung's smirk widened as he noticed your growing discomfort, thoroughly enjoying the power he held over you. His hand crept higher, fingertips teasing the edge of your panties, the lace damp with your arousal.

«Is everything alright?» he asked innocently, feigning ignorance of the effect he was having on you. «You seem a bit distracted.»

He punctuated his question with a deliberate squeeze to your inner thigh, his thumb brushing dangerously close to your clothed sex. The air between you grew thick with tension, the scent of your perfume mingling with the musk of his cologne.

You shook your head, blushing even more. «I'm... I'm okay.» you muttered with weak voice.

Wooyoung's eyes darkened with lust as he witnessed your obvious arousal and flustered state. He leaned in close, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered huskily,

«Are you sure about that? Because you look a little tense.»

His hand slid fully under your skirt, cupping your core possessively. Even through the drenched fabric of your panties, you could feel the heat of his palm, igniting nerve endings you didn't even know existed.

Wooyoung nuzzled into your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. «Let me help you relax a little while you read.» he rumbled, nibbling at your pulse point.

Wooyoung's fingers began to move in slow, deliberate circles over your clothed clit, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp and arch into his touch. He could feel the heat emanating from your core, the evidence of your desire coating his digits through the thin barrier of lace.

Your voice grew weaker and trembling at his touch, shaking at every word you were saying. The grip on your book was tight, scratching the pages with your strength. You whined softly as he grabbed the hem of your panties just to took them off. Cold hair made you shiver.

You trembled as cool air hit your exposed flesh, your arousal now laid bare for Wooyoung's hungry gaze. The rational part of your brain screamed that this was moving too fast, that you should put a stop to this before things escalated beyond control. But the aching need pulsing between your thighs drowned out all logical thought, urging you to surrender to the exquisite sensations only Wooyoung could provide.

«Please...» you whimpered, unsure exactly what you were begging for but knowing you needed more of his electrifying touch. Your hips rolled instinctively, seeking greater contact with his skilled fingers.

Wooyoung groaned at the sight of your dripping pussy, the pink folds glistening with your essence. «Keep reading.» he commanded.

«Then... if-if you count this» a loud moan interrupted you, rolling out of your lips. «mhh, you can find the x.»

Wooyoung dipped a finger into your slick folds, groaning at the velvet heat that enveloped him. He pumped slowly at first, allowing you to adjust to the intrusion before curling his digit to stroke that secret spot deep inside that made your toes curl.

«That's it, baby. Keep going. Let me hear that sexy voice of yours while I fuck this pretty little cunt.» he growled, adding a second finger to stretch you further.

His thumb circled your clit lazily, the rough pad abrading the sensitive bundle of nerves. The dual stimulation had you writhing in your seat, incoherent moans tumbling from your lips as you tried valiantly to continue reading aloud despite the mind-blowing pleasure coursing through your veins.

You could barely focus on the words in front of you, Wooyoung's skilled fingers driving you to new heights of ecstasy with each thrust and caress. Your hips bucked shamelessly, grinding against his hand as you chased your rapidly approaching climax.

«Ah! Th-the solution is...is...mmnh...x equals...equals...»

Your voice broke on a particularly high-pitched keen as Wooyoung rubbed your G-spot dead-on. Drool trickled from the corner of your slack mouth, eyes glazed over with pure, unadulterated lust.

The book fell on your belly, too far gone to care about anything except the overwhelming pleasure consuming you. Throwing your head back, you surrendered completely to the sensations, letting out a guttural moan.

«Oh god, oh fuck, Wooyoung!»

Wooyoung captured your cries with his mouth, swallowing your screams of pleasure as he ruthlessly drove you towards your peak. His fingers pistoned in and out of your sopping cunt, the obscene wet sounds filling the room.

He could feel your walls beginning to flutter around his fingers, signaling your impending orgasm. «You want to cum? Let me feel this greedy pussy milk my fingers dry.» he demanded roughly, pinching your clit sharply between his thumb and forefinger.

Your back arched off the couch as the coil within you snapped, wave after wave of intense euphoria crashing over you. «Fuck!»

Your vision went white as you came harder than you ever had before, juices flooding Wooyoung's hand as he worked you through the aftershocks.

You collapsed bonelessly against the couch cushions as the last tremors of your earth-shattering orgasm subsided, your chest heaving with ragged breaths. A fine sheen of sweat coated your skin, making it glisten in the low light of the room.

Wooyoung slowly withdrew his soaked fingers from your twitching heat, bringing them to his lips to lick them clean with a wicked grin. «Delicious. You taste even better than I imagined.»

He shifted to hover over you, one hand braced beside your head while the other trailed teasingly down your quivering stomach. His eyes raked over your disheveled form hungrily, taking in the flush of your skin and the dazed, blissful expression on your face.

«We're not finished yet.»

Wooyoung's hand continued its downward path, skimming over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs and leaving goosebumps in its wake. He nudged your legs apart with his knee, settling himself between them.

«In fact, we've barely begun.» he purred, leaning down to capture your lips in another searing kiss. His tongue plundered your mouth, tangling with yours in a sensual dance as his rigid length ground against your still throbbing core.

Breaking away, he blazed a trail of open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat, pausing to suckle at the delicate skin where your pulse beat wildly. «I'm going to take you right here on this couch, nice and slow. I want to savor every inch of this gorgeous body.» he rasped, his voice heavy with lust.

You shuddered in anticipation, your oversensitized body already yearning for more of Wooyoung's masterful touch. The feeling of his hard cock pressing insistently against your slick folds sent jolts of renewed desire shooting through your nerves.

«Yes, please...» you breathed, tilting your hips up to grind against him wantonly.

Your hands roamed over the planes of his muscular back, nails raking lightly over his skin as you pulled him closer. The heat of his body scorched you, his scent enveloping you, an intoxicating blend of male musk and expensive cologne.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, using the leverage to roll your hips in a sinful rhythm, coating his shaft with your copious arousal. The fabric of his pants rubbed against your bare core, wetting them with your juices.

With a low groan, Wooyoung reached between your bodies to undo his belt and zipper, freeing his throbbing erection. The thick head nudged insistently at your entrance, smearing the pearl of precum leaking from the tip through your slick folds.

«I'm going to fill this cunt so much with my cum that it will recognize only me.» he growled possessively, notching the broad crown at your opening.

Without warning, he surged forward, sheathing himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. He stretched your welcoming heat, feeling you tightening around his cock. A guttural moan tore from his throat at the exquisite feeling of your velvety walls gripping him like a vice almost made him cum.

«Fuck, you're so tight. Like you were made for me.»

He set a deep, powerful rhythm, each snap of his hips driving him impossibly deeper.

You burned, the initial penetration made you cried out in pain. But quickly gave way to pure, unadulterated pleasure as he began to move his hips.

«Fuck... fuck... fuck...» you babbled incoherently, lost in the sensation of being so utterly claimed by him.

Your nails dug into the flexing muscles of his ass, urging him on as he pounded into you relentlessly. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, mixing with your wanton moans and Wooyoung's guttural grunts.

Sweat beaded on your skin as he worked you over, each powerful thrust hitting that perfect spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyelids.

«Oh god, right there.» you moaned particularly loudly.

Wooyoung's breathing became ragged as he felt your inner walls milking his cock with every contraction. He adjusted his angle, plunging deeper until his pelvis met your soaking wet core.

«That's it, baby. Scream for me.» he ordered, slamming into you with brutal intensity. «Let everyone hear how good my cock feels inside this tight little pussy.»

His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he fucked you senseless. The couch creaked ominously beneath you both, the wood groaning with every violent thrust.

A strangled cry escaped your lips as another wave of pleasure crashed over you, your body convulsing around his invading member. Wooyoung's eyes darkened with feral hunger as he watched you come undone, his own release dangerously close.

Your crying filled the air, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to spur Wooyoung on. He pistoned his hips faster, chasing his own climax with single-minded determination.

«Fuck, I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum soon. Gonna fill this pussy up so good.» he grunted, his movements becoming erratic.

The coil in your lower belly wound tighter and tighter, your impending orgasm building to a crescendo. Your walls fluttered wildly around Wooyoung's thickness, trying to draw him deeper.

With a final, brutal thrust, Wooyoung buried himself to the hilt inside you. His cock jerked and pulsed as he emptied himself, painting your insides with thick ropes of his hot seed.

Wooyoung let out a guttural roar as his climax hit, his entire body tensing as he spilled his load deep inside you. His fingers dug into your hips, bruising the tender flesh as he rode out the waves of pleasure surging through him.

But he didn't stopped, his hips continued to moving against you, fucking his cum right into your core.

You whined as Wooyoung's hot seed flooded your spasming channel, triggering another mind-blowing orgasm. Your vision whited out, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of your shared climax.

Your inner muscles rippled and clenched around his pulsing cock, milking him for every last drop as he continued to grind into you. The feeling of his cum being pumped directly into your womb sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your entire being.

You clung to him desperately, nails scoring down his back as you rode out the seemingly endless waves of your peak. Drool leaked from the corner of your slack mouth as you hide your face in his neck, eyes rolled back in pure bliss.

Wooyoung finally stilled, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he rested his forehead against yours. His cock, still buried deep inside you, throbbed one last time before softening gradually.

He ran a shaky hand through your sweaty hair, his touch surprisingly gentle. «Hey,» he murmured, his voice hoarse. «what do you think about getting a coffee together sometime?»

He lifted his head to meet your dazed eyes, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

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James x Fem Reader

12k words

✮⋆˙ You move to a new town and are met with a horrible view, your bedroom window directly across from your neighbors. You soon realize maybe the view isn’t so bad after discovering who it belongs to.

✮⋆˙ 14+ Slow Burn, Enemies to lovers, Love triangle, Cursing, Jock vs Bad boy, Angst, Trauma, Kissing, Self harm scars, Fighting, Talk of grooming, Affair - it gets messy guys that’s all I’m gonna say!

Playlist- Rehab by Lana Del Rey - Ice Cream by Lana Del Rey

Part Two out now!

── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ──

New life, new school… new everything. 

You sit in the backseat as your mother drives down the murky road. With your window open you hear the tires slice through the puddles. 

The car pulls up to the small home, half the size of the one you lived in before. The car door slams behind you and you stand one bag in each arm taking in the street. Your dad left last year and you never had any siblings, it was just you two. The house door creaks open, the white light shoots beams onto the hardwood floor, you can see the dust floating. You walk up the old steps afraid they may collapse.

“Hey… I know this is a big change, I just need you to try, okay?” Your mom says making you stop halfway up the staircase, turning around. 

“Yea, I AM trying.” You are still slightly angry at her for uprooting your life, but this had to happen. 

You continue up the stairs and find your room. It’s tiny, you never felt spoiled until now. You look out the window and notice your horrible view. It’s directly facing the neighbors window, you frown in disgust and aggressively flap the curtains closed making you cough from the dust. 

“Fuck!” Your eyes get watery from the particles, and you feel tears start to form. This awakens your real feelings. The whole time through all this pain you have been staying cool. Pretending nothing is affecting you, but it's almost impossible to fake it anymore. 

You quickly turn towards the door and skip down the steps escaping out the front door to the car. Your head is down and you are sweeping your hair out of your face when you collide with someone. 

You knock back and fall on your behind. You lift your hand to block the sun and see a tall black silhouette staring down at you, they reach out a hand. Ignoring the offer, you look away and lift yourself off the ground with your elbows, eventually standing up dusting off your behind.

You turn, now face to face and make eye contact with him. His features are sharp, his eyes so deep of a brown it was as if they were staring into your soul. You look down out of your instinctual shyness… but he doesn't stop staring. You look back up, every second feeling like an hour, his hair is light brown and rough, his lips are delicate and soft to the eye. High cheekbones and sharp jawline, he was beautiful.

“Are you moving in?” He asks, his voice husk but also young, he sounded your age. He had headphones in, the wire leading into his pocket 

“What do you think?” You were shocked by your own tone, intimated by him you got defensive. 

God why did I say that?

You walked past him avoiding his glare, running from the silence. You open the trunk to get the last few things. You hear him following you, a chill running down your spine. You grab a duffel that has your sports clothes packed up. 

You hear him coming but choose to ignore. Now he stands behind you not touching you, but inches apart, where you can feel the heat radiating off of his body, cutting the cold air from the after rain. 

You freeze in shock unable to think or move, your brain is foggy and your throat is dry. You aren’t even breathing when you feel him exhale on the back of your neck. 

“Let me get that.”

His arm slides down the side of yours, you see a small swallow tattoo just below his thumb on the back of his hand. He grabs the duffel and throws it over his shoulder. Walking away at a cheerful pace, he starts up the pathway. 

Wanting to avoid a conversation with your mom, you quickly snap out of it and run up the path after him. 

“Hey wait!” You yell, clearing your throat after being embarrassed by the pitch of your voice.

“Sorry, I just… I got that.” You turn slightly behind him and try to grab the bag. He doesn't let go. 

“Just let me help you.” He says seriously, then a smirk slowly curves up his lips. He knows what he’s doing. 

You don't respond and continue to pull it from his grasp, but it's like a magnet how it attaches to his hand. 

You step back, standing between him and the front door. Your hands on your hips, you stare blankly. 

A smile slowly curves up his lip making you involuntarily follow with yours. God his stupid face is so attractive, it's impossible not to give in.

“Fine.” He flips the bag over off his shoulder and holds it in front of you. His hand completely surrounded the handle, nowhere for you to grab.

Your heart is beating faster than ever, you put your hand under the bag and place one on top when he adjusts cupping your hands over the bag. Making sure you have a good grip, his cold fingers make you flinch at the touch. 

You turn around without a second thought, and walk up the steps not turning back. 

He stood watching you until you disappeared, closing the front door. A small part of him hoped you would look back one last time. 

When you walk in you see your mother in the breakfast nook looking out the front window.

How much did she see?

“Who was that?” She asked hesitantly looking down, picking at her nail polish. 

“Oh, I don't know, a neighbor I guess-” Before you can finish she cuts you off abruptly.

“y/n don’t lie to me.” The room's silence somehow grows thicker and you both stare, you thought your heart was beating fast before. 

“Mom, it’s nothing I promise.” She stands up making you flinch slightly, you never know what she will do. 

Her heels fill the room with every step until she stands right in front of you. Her hand raises and your heart doesn't even feel inside your body anymore, beating so fast it's breaking out of your chest. Suddenly her hand meets your hair and she tucks a strand behind your ear. You have not made eye contact once the whole engagement, staring at the floor. 

“I love you, and I worked so hard to get us here… you don't want to throw that all away do you? I mean especially for a boy?” She smiles widely, laughing slightly. Your eyes are tearing up, you are afraid to even swallow too loud. 

“Mom, I don’t know who he-” 

“NO.” She yelled, making you jump. 

“That’s not what I want to hear.”

“I am not throwing it away… I’ll never talk to him again.”

“That’s my girl.” She leans forward and pulls you into her chest. You close your eyes releasing tears from both as they soak her shirt. 

“That’s my girl.” She whispers again. 

She pulls back holding your arms. 

“It’s just you and me, just us girls.” She said smiling, inhaling deeply. 

The thought terrified you. The reason your father left was because of your mothers abuse, but don’t be fooled, she was the better of two evils. There was no winning in the battle, no matter who won custody your life was hell. 

The only thing in your room was your bed and vanity, everything else was wrapped up. You opened the curtains and unlocked the window, you noticed it was painted shut, upsetting you, you always had your window open at your old house. 

You leave just the curtains open and head off to take a shower. 

You come back in half an hour and walk into the cold room, the sun had now set and it was pitch black. You creep over to the light switch, your bare feet on the cold wood floors. They still felt dusty, gross. 

You turn on the ceiling light, just in a towel, one on your head and one wrapped around your body. 

You turn around and immediately notice a man standing in the window across from yours, in the neighboring house. You slam the light switch down and duck out of his viewpoint. Crawling across the floor your bare knees ache on the hardwood when you finally reach the wall with the window. With your back against the wall you slowly peek, turning your head into the moonlight to see. 

It’s the boy.

The one from this morning, completely oblivious, he must not have noticed. 

You stand, fingers wrapping around the window trim. 

You watch as he reaches over his shoulders and pulls his shirt off over his head, his hair fluffing up from the friction. You look away quickly, but like a magnetic force your head creeps back into the moonlight. You see his muscular back flex in the warm light coming from his lamp as he types something into his phone. He throws the phone down and turns around to face you. He makes eye contact but you can’t break. You are completely mesmerized by him. He turns his head like a confused puppy slightly smirking at your confidence, you bite your lip involuntarily. Then suddenly he quickly goes to remove his pants and you flip around, your back hitting the wall next to the window. You slide down the wall and bite your finger, you can't help giggling at the situation. He was such a flirt, but he was bad news, and part of you knew this was only the beginning.

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You wake up to your first day of school. You don’t think you’ve ever been this nervous before.

You get your supplies together and get dressed. You head downstairs when you see your mother knocked out on the couch. 

I guess things aren’t as different as I thought. 

You slam the door hoping it will wake her up and she’ll say goodbye to you, do something, anything. You don’t wait for her to come and practically run down the walkway. You hear a door slam and look over to the house next to yours. A girl comes out. 

That entire morning you didn’t dare to look out the window, worried he would catch you.

You dash past the girl before she can exchange pleasantries,

“Hey!” You hear a high pitch voice yell from behind, shit.

You stop in your tracks debating if you should pretend you didn’t hear, but when you turn she’s already next to you.

“I’m Clara.” She’s smiling way too wide for how early in the morning it was. 

“Did you just move in?” She didn’t wait for you to respond before continuing.

“Um, yea.”

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” 

“Okay y/n well consider me your guide… assuming you're going to central oak?”

“Yea, I’m super nervous like, seriously.”

“Haha, no worries, I got you… y/n!” She cuffed her arm around yours and began skipping, pulling you up and down making you laugh involuntarily. 

You couldn’t hide your joy knowing you had already made a friend, but you couldn’t help thinking about her possible brother. 

Best to pretend we never met.

You both climb onto the bus, you follow her blindly to the seat. Every seat you pass until you get to the back people’s eyes burn holes into you. Surprisingly there is one seat left empty near the back. 

“Hey Clara, who's your friend?” A boy yells in a cocky tone, you look over slightly, already overwhelmed by the other voices yelling throughout the bus. You sit in the window seat, Clara taking the middle, and the boy taking the same on the opposite. Someone is sitting next to him, leaning against the window with his hoodie up. You see his hand push his hair out his face, and there you see the swallow tattooed on his thumb. 

“Hey! Let me see your schedule.” Clara snaps you out of your trance and you smile, trying to avoid staring at the boy. 

The ride goes quick, you and Clara sharing just as much as you can while remaining surface level. 

The bus comes to a strong stop and all the students shoot up. The tall boy who asked about you earlier immediately wraps his arm playfully around Clara, they walk down the aisle. You stood up, you and him in sync, suddenly you were face to face cramped between two seats, now you could see, it was him. He put his backpack on and awkwardly pushed past you, ignoring your eye contact walking down the aisle. Your heart dropped. 

Does he not remember me?

You felt embarrassed, and stupid, you didn’t want to admit to yourself a small crush had flourished from your original meeting. 

You left the bus and Clara was standing waiting for you.

“Don’t worry I wouldn’t leave you.” She said smiling, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. 

You walk into the school, the two of you, a packaged piece, and you feel good about yourself again, especially after that moment of embarrassment.

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First period you walk in, immediately the room is cold and the lights are dim, setting the tone. 

You see him, head resting in his crossed arms, his light brown hair made him recognizable. 

You ignore him and sit at the front, as far away from him as possible.

Maybe he won’t even notice I'm here.

The bell rings and at the last chime a boy stumbles into the class. He’s a jock type, big broad build, dopey smile, full lips, and a prominent adams apple that makes you gasp at first sight. He stops right in front of your desk. You are looking at the board, not able to turn your head out of anxiety. He had a football in his hand and now he held it resting on your desk. 

“That’s my desk.” He says gently. 

You don’t look, your brain takes a second to process the words. 

“What oh…. I didn’t know they were assigned.” You practically whisper the words out. 

You look up at him slowly just with your eyes, unable to move your head. Intimidated by his presence, when you finally make eye contact his gaze softens and he licks his lips, throwing the football up, grabbing it with his opposing hand.

“Don’t worry, you can keep it.” He says nonchalantly, walking away mid sentence.  

“Ooooo.” a boy in the back of the class says mockingly.

“Shut up.” The jock responds.

You turn around at him instinctively, and see him staring at you. Arms crossed now sitting leaning back in his seat, his head resting on the top of his chair. His glare was soulless, he sucked in his cheeks and swallowed, slightly rolling his eyes when you caught his attention. Not the jock. The neighbor. Making you quickly whip your head around to the front of the class.

The teacher walked in, 

“Oh… Juhoon, looks like someone took your seat?” The teacher says looking at you, and then him, and then you… and back at him, Like he was trying to imply something.   

“Yea, that’s his girlfriend.” His friend snaps back laughing hysterically like an idiot.

You don’t even turn around, you're mortified. You can feel the eyes on you and want to crawl into a hole and die right then and there. 

“Alright that’s enough.” The teacher grabs a paper from his desk and walks it over to you.

“Just ignore them, they'll leave you alone eventually, it’s just because you’re fresh meat. Here’s the syllabus of books we’ve read this year, no need to rush, just work on it slowly.” He gave a flat smile and walked to the projector beginning the lesson. 

You stared at the paper, your eyes blurring. You were just coming to the realization of the embarrassment of the moment, making your eyes slightly tear up. 

God why am I so sensitive?

The class ended and you shot up not taking one second extra. 

You look back at him, again he’s asleep, you see two broken pencils split in half, sitting on the desk that was now almost completely covered in graffiti. 

You practically ran away, but he was quicker. 

“Hey.” It was the Jock. 

You both squeeze out of the doorway at the same time, he follows you. Now you can see he towers over you. His brown hair parted in the middle gently draping over his face, flowing as he walked. 

“I’m… I'm sorry about earlier, my friend is a dumbass.” He seemed nervous.

You couldn’t help but smile. He was so cute. He didn’t look intimidating anymore, more like a puppy. 

“Yea it was embarrassing, it’s my first day”

“Yea. I… I noticed I hadn’t seen you around.” He was looking down as he walked.

It went silent.

“So… where you from?” He said excitedly. 

“Ummm just a few states up… my… my mom got a job here so we moved down.” You didn’t look at him once, he was too attractive. 

“Oh okay… well look that’s great and all but my class is back that way and I can’t be late. It was nice meeting you though.” He said the words so fast you couldn't even process, he skipped backwards waving goodbye at you before turning around to jump through the crowd. 

“Oh! okay b…bye!” you yell watching him, he was so tall his head shot above everyone else, you giggled to yourself. 

You turned around and had an enormous grin on your face walking to your next class. 

“Wait… Wait! Wait!” You heard a voice quickly getting closer from behind.

He’s back.

“Sorry I uh I didn’t-  What's your name?” He pushed his hair back, now panting he was smiling drunkenly. He looked like an idiot, a cute one nonetheless. 

You burst out laughing at his behavior, covering your face. 

“I thought you said you had-“ You laugh the words out.

“Yea well I came back!” 

You both stood still, him panting and you standing in shock, in awe of his boldness. A group of students walk past annoyed at him taking up the hall and push him, he almost falls on you. His arms catch him and you collide with the locker, his right arm trapping you from above. He doesn’t move. 

“Well… what is it?” His voice sounds different so close. You’re inches apart and can feel his breath on your face. He gets distracted looking away for a second, but it felt like an eternity. You took this moment where he was so beautifully unaware to take in his face. He was perfect. A single sweat drop fell down his temple, distracting you. 

He looked back, doing the triangle method, from eye to mouth to eye, you could feel your cheeks getting warm. 

“Y/n!” you blurted it out awkwardly, afraid of what would happen if the silence prevailed. You blinked your eyes rapidly. He was unlike anyone you’d ever met before. It seemed like your name was something he had been searching for the way his eyes lit up when you said it. 

“Okay then…” He hesitates looking you up and down, then suddenly regains consciousness. 

“y/n! I gotta get to class.” He says in a joking tone, with a big cheeky grin on his face. You watch him dashing back through the now sparse crowd. You stop and shake your head leaning against the wall. He turns into a class at the end of the hall, you immediately miss him. 

You are luckily a few steps from your next class, you walk through the door and your heart sinks. 

Again?

Already staring at the doorway, when you step through he meets your eyes making him exhale and swallow deeply, his Adam's apple going inward and poking back out. He adjusts himself pushing his hips forward, widening his knees. Taking up more room than necessary. 

God he’s such a man.

The chairs were arranged in a circle, some kind of icebreaker exercise, your worst fear as an introvert. 

There were only two seats left. Directly across from him and next to him. Of course. 

You sit down across from him and he leans back crossing his arms. He looked disappointed? The teacher sat at her desk looking through some papers, you were desperate for the class to start. 

He sat up pulling his sleeves down, revealing his lean arms with prominent veins making you look away in annoyance. He leans forward his elbows on his knees, his chin resting on his hands. He flexed them, his long fingers wrapping around each other. He wasn’t even trying, he just looked like that, that was the annoying part. 

He was unreadable, his gaze was dark and emotionless but also sensual and irresistibly addictive. 

He sat up urgently adjusting his shirt and smiled at the door, you turned to see a girl walking into the class. She had long chocolate brown hair that went down to her waist, which was basically invisible. Her smile reflected the light, next to her sparkling lipstick, she had long black full lashes and blinding blue eyes. She was perfect.

“Hey!” God she was so effortless. One of those girls that didn’t even have to try. 

She took the seat next to him and immediately you two made eye contact, I mean you were practically gawking at her. She looked over at him and whispered something in his ear. She looked back laughing at you, covering her mouth and raising her eyebrows. He leaned back in his chair, not even the smallest expression on his face, unimpressed by her comment. 

The class began and ended. You two shared many glances but nothing worth mentioning, however the girl's eyes seemed to be glued to you the whole class making you slightly uncomfortable. 

The bell rang and you stood up, when you felt a tap at your shoulder. 

“Hey girl, I know you’re new so I thought I would just introduce myself.” She had a valley girl accent with a deep vocal fry.

You looked up at her with doe like eyes unprepared for a conversation, your mouth felt glued shut from staying silent for an hour. 

“I'm Audrey… um… I'm dating James… so-“ 

“Who?” You cut her off. 

“Um… *she laughs to herself* James…? The guy you were staring at the whole class?” She tucked her hair behind her ear with her delicate glass nails, crossing her arms and looking around like she was embarrassed to talk to you.

“Oh… no no I don’t… I don’t know him.” You say looking down continuing to pack your bag.

“Yea okay… just keep your distance okay?” She’s not smiling anymore. 

“Yea of course.” You stand there looking into your bag pretending you’re trying to find something until she finally stomps away. 

What the fuck.

You watch her from behind leaving the classroom alone, as James left a long time ago. 

James? God couldn’t he have had an ugly name? 

The day went on class after class. You skipped lunch in fear of sitting alone and just decided to walk around campus for 30 minutes. 

It was a surprisingly sunny day and you were interested in exploring, seeing what the school offered. It was small and the only school for miles considering this was such a small town. Nonetheless you made yourself excited. 

You walked out to the field and saw a team playing. Not sure if it was the high school team or from the neighboring middle school, you decided to sit on the bleachers. Immediately you realized it was in fact high school. Multiple boys weren’t wearing a shirt and suddenly you felt very obvious, even though they were the ones half naked. 

“Hey!!” 

You weren’t sure if someone was calling for you. You look down and there leaning on the fence… It was Juhoon. 

“Hey!” You yell back, holding in your smile trying not to seem too excited to see him. 

He turned around and kept practicing, you got out your journal and began writing, letting the time slip away. 

First day and I have two crushes…

Yes two, I mean one is a massive douche and the other is so dreamy and cute. But god why are the douchey one’s so hot. Literally having a Damon and Stefan moment and I am team STEFAN.

I might have to betray myself. 

James 

Pros-                 Cons-

Hot                    Asshole

Smells good     Girlfriend 

Sexy arms        Complicated   

                         Mom doesn’t like him

                         Massive Ego 

                         Bad at communicating

Juhoon 

Pros-                  Cons-????

Cute smile          Hmmm… nothing yet lol

Nice shoulders 

Sexy voice 

Sweet 

Dorky 

Nice 

Eventually you found yourself laying on your stomach on one of the bleacher steps with your feet intertwining in the air.

You heard footsteps coming up the stairs but were too tired to look, you heard the bleachers creek and felt someone sit behind you on the next bench up. 

He slowly scoots closer, and closer until you can see his shoes. 

Oh god 

You turn looking up, quickly slamming your journal closed at the sight of him. 

It’s James.

“Hey Neighbor.” He says, looking you up and down, blinking slowly. 

“Oh god.” 

You immediately sit up straight, turn around, facing away from him. You place your journal down to your left and turn to your bag on the opposing side. You hear a shuffle and when you go to pick up the journal, it’s gone. 

“Property of y/n… y/n?” He announces, trying to hold his laughter, he had the first page flipped open. 

“That's a cute name.”

“Oh my god… give it-“ You attempt to grab it with your hand quickly cutting the air in front of him. He dodges and cocks his head turning it sideways, with his other hand he moves his pointer finger back and forth in a no motion. 

You stand staring at him like he’s a child, knowing that if you feed into his antics it’ll make him act up more. 

He held the journal up smiling at you. 

You slowly walk up towards him. 

He’s laughing. He puts it up higher, beginning to open it, he’s looking up at it squinting from the sun. Anger clouds your mind, also fear of what he will find. You act on impulse. You stomp up the steps focused on grabbing the journal, you miss the last step and fall forward, luckily he was there to catch you. 

The arm you were reaching to grab the journal grabs his waist, the other grabbing his leg. 

“Woah Woah.” He laughs out the words, like you were doing this on purpose. 

You let out a small screech. You knee falling between his legs attempting to catch yourself, almost colliding with his private area. 

He slightly hits the back of his head when he collides with the steps. 

He winces at the pain. His eyes closed. 

You slowly open your eyes and see your chin is resting on his chest. Your lower hand had made its way under his shirt revealing a tattoo on his rib, while your other hand was holding one of the steps. 

You look up at him, the same time he finally opens his eyes, recovering from the pain.

“Woah.” He said it quietly and slowly, his voice deeper than ever before, like he could barely get the words out, gulping afterwards. 

Seeing you at that angle so suddenly made him feel a certain way, a way he didn’t expect to feel about you. 

You scramble quickly to get yourself back up, but you fall forwards again, still on your knees, this time your head was the thing close to his private area. He sat, his legs open not moving an inch just raising his eyebrows watching you like a baby giraffe learning how to walk. 

“Oh my god.” You finally catch your balance, Immediately turning around, you were standing directly in front of him, facing away at the field.

“Oh my god.” You whisper again. Mortified. 

You hear the bleachers squeak behind you.

He leans his head down next to yours.

“Don’t be embarrassed. You looked good down there.” 

You flip around and push him down on the bleachers again, he falls back slowly, dramatically. He propped himself up on his elbows, propping his feet up, knees bent. You stood between his legs. He laughed at you lightly licking his lips, looking you up and down. 

He really knows how to look at someone.

“You’re disgusting.” You say straight faced. 

“Y/N!” A voice shoots up from the bottom of the bleachers. You both look down to see Juhoon jogging up towards the two of you. Your heart drops. 

You don’t say anything.

“Hey, what are you doing up here?” he says hesitantly. 

“Ummm… I was just wasting my lunch awa-“ 

“We were having lunch together.” He cuts you off claiming the conversation. He stood up, not realizing how close you were, his chest hitting your arm. You turn to glare at him, he looks down at you, his nose inches from your face. He actually looks nervous for the first time. Your eyes burned into him. He slipped past you, he suddenly had confidence in his stride, stepping down the bleachers, rolling up his black henley. The journal is still under his arm. 

He walks up to Juhoon, stopping in front of him, his jaw staying clenched, in complete silence. The two practically chest to chest, James was like an animal asserting his dominance.

It was obvious this wasn’t their first engagement. 

“You’re really going to do this-“ Juhoon said before getting cut off. 

James whispers something at him and pushes Juhoon in the chest with the journal, making him step back slightly. He said the words between closed teeth, like he was threatening him. 

James steps backwards, his upper body following as he turns around pointing at you then Juhoon.

“Yea I uh... I didn’t know you guys were friends.” He says the words hysterically like he can’t believe it.

“Yea… you two as well.” Juhoon standing his ground no longer taking punches from James he is suddenly a different man.

“He's not my friend.” Standing with your arms crossed you stare at James.

James turned around looking at you with a flat stare, he swallowed deeply, you could see his chest rising and falling quickly, his heart was racing. He looked angry that you embarrassed him. 

Emotionlessly without making eye contact with either of you, he fled down the bleachers ignoring the engagement. 

“uh… *you chuckle lightly at his sudden leave* oh my god… my journal.” 

Your eyes dart to the bottom of the staircase where James is just beginning to touch the turf. You look back at Juhoon concerned, running past him quickly, you chase after James, you have to get it back.

“Y/n!” Juhoon yells quietly trying to get you to stay, but you’re already at the bottom of the steps.

“Hey…” He doesn’t turn, his broad shoulders shifting with every step, the journal under his arm.

“James, I know you can hear me!” 

You finally catch up to him and stand in front, stopping him from walking anymore. You wipe your hair out of your face panting, you’re smiling. 

“You think you’re funny?” You laugh while saying the words but quickly realize he’s not playing anymore.

There is no expression to his face, not even anger. 

He takes the journal and slams it on your chest, you let out a small hiccup. You grab it and he slips past you not giving you the smallest glance or any sort of acknowledgment.

“What the fuck… now you’re mad?” The words come out from emotional impulse. You are walking next to him trying to keep up with his long strides.

He stops and puts his hand up.

“Y/n… let it go.”

“Let it-“ You don’t finish your sentence and watch him walk away. 

You look around embarrassed, the field is now empty. You turn around and see Juhoon standing at the entrance of the steps. You didn’t realize how far you walked. 

You do what feels like a walk of shame back to him while he meets you in the middle, his hands in his pockets. 

“Got it.” You hold up the Journal, he gives a flat smile, uninterested. 

It’s silent for a moment. 

“I didn’t know you knew James.” He’s looking down kicking gravel around. 

“I don’t he’s… he’s just I don’t know.” You were scared to say the wrong thing.

“Okay…” He was still looking down. 

“It um… it seems like you two knew each other?” You tried to engage him again. 

“Uh… yea here and there you know.” 

“Hm, it looked a little intense.” You laugh then stop immediately. 

“Don’t worry about it. It’s all in the past now.” He looks up finally, his eyes in a dreamy bedroom stare. His head leaning back, his adams apple was showing obviously, he licked his lips. 

You were still curious about their relationship, but his gaze made you shut up instantly. 

“Don’t worry… y/n.” His voice was soft like velvet. 

He walked past you staring at you smiling mischievously walking in the direction of James. 

His look made you think, maybe he wasn’t so dopey and cute after all. 

You stood in silence for a second before walking. 

Why are boys so weird?

———————

The day ended and you left the building, heading towards the bus lane. 

A loud car ignition started and you couldn’t help but look, it was Juhoon. You could see him in the driver's seat of the dodge challenger. The car stood out from all the other chunks of metal sitting in the parking lot. 

Is he rich? 

You ignore him and climb on the bus. 

Clara wasn’t there this time though, you sat in the front alone. 

James wasn’t there either. 

You didn’t question it and just went home. 

Your mother is still at work by the time you get home, her car absent from the driveway.

You unlock the door and then slam it, the noise filling the house.

You escape to your bedroom and lock the door, changing into your night clothes immediately and cuddling into bed not wanting to face your reality. 

You can’t help but cry. 

You felt so alone. 

Yet you were getting the most attention you’ve ever received. 

You slip into a deep sleep mentally and physically exhausted from the day. 

——————

Your eyes shoot open, you turn to your alarm clock. 3:30 am. 

You hear music. It’s loud, coming from the direction of the neighboring house.

You sit up aggressively and huff, slamming the sheets down off your body.

Stomping over to the window you rip the curtains apart, your hair blowing back from the force.

In your neighbors window, you see the back of a girl. She’s just in her panties and a tank top. She falls backwards onto the bed to reveal his figure towering over her. He comes into the light, his hands opening her legs. 

His light is off but the soft moonlight is enough to highlight his abs and chest. A vein escaped from the edge of his underwear line tracing his v taper. You can now see the tattoo fully on his rib, a tree. His shoulders broad, his hair disheveled. 

He climbs on top of her, pulling her hips up to his. Smirking at her.

They kiss intensely, so sudden it makes your breath hitch. You’re in a trance unable to look away. He opens his eyes and suddenly they meet yours.

You duck quickly falling on your knees under the window. 

He looked up not afraid, not surprised, however in competition, in jealousy, like he knew you were watching. It unsettled you.

You slowly lift your head up and see the blinds are now closed.

“shit…”

You climb back into bed. Pissed off. 

The music was still booming, making your walls vibrate. You fell onto your pillow grabbing another and pressing it on your open ear. Trying to muffle the noise was no use. 

“Ughhhhh!!!” You let out loudly. 

There was only one thing you could think to do.

Not even putting on proper attire you crept down the steps, not wanting to wake your mother. Slipping on your slippers you quietly opened the front door. It creaked loudly.

Just then you see her. A girl leaving his house. She was stumbling down his front steps wiping her mascara stained cheeks. Her hair in a complete mess. She hadn’t even put all her clothes back on, holding her shoes still in her socks.

You stood against the door hoping she wouldn’t see you. 

She opened her car door and before she entered she turned back looking at the house. You could now see she was in fact crying. Her lips were puffy and her cheeks red. 

You were planning on knocking on his door but now you were scared. 

The music continued.

Suddenly you were on the sidewalk nearing his house. 

You hesitated, walking back and forth a few times. Biting your finger nail, rehearsing what you’re going to say.

You were wearing a tank top, white shorts, and a flannel.

In his front window he stood, a bottle in his hand. He was wearing a white wife beater and plaid pajama pants. 

He looked down at you giggling, but you didn’t notice, staring at the front door you thought he would exit any second.

Eventually you turn to his walkway. He shot back afraid you would see him, immediately running down the steps to meet you.

You stand at the door, not knocking.

God why am I so nervous. I hate him.

You’re completely still, hands at your sides. You reach one hand up resting it on the knob. Little do you know he is behind the door grinning widely, his ear pressed against it, waiting for you to make a move. 

You knock, possessed by your ego. 

I am not afraid of him.

He stands with his hand on the knob waiting for you to knock again, he couldn’t make it obvious he was desperate for your attention.

“God come on…” You exhale, praying someone else doesn’t answer the door.

Your hand hits the door and before the sound can even carry he swings it open.

“What.” His face is flat, one hand holds the door knob while the other rests on the frame, his arm flexing above you. He’s standing lazily, his hair a fluffy mess, his eyes dark and hungry. 

“You need to…. you need to turn down the music!” You hesitate at first and then yell the words out.

“Um… no I don’t.”

“Do you know how frustrating you are? It’s not cute… it’s not- no one likes you okay… god!” You were stammering. A smile was forming on his face, his tongue resting between his teeth.

“You like me.” He says, nodding quickly at you. The words shocked you and for a second your mind was blank. 

“No.” You blurted it out, not very convincingly. He raised an eyebrow intrigued. 

It was silent and you stared down fidgeting, with your slippers. It became awkward.

“Okay, I'll uh… *He hesitated* turn it down.” Before you could even look up, the door slammed. He was gone. 

You immediately turned around to go back, it wasn’t exactly warm outside. 

You crept back into your house and felt a smile curving up your lips.

“No.” You whispered to yourself. 

Eventually finding your way into bed.

You were feeling too many emotions and had to write it down. 

You went to your bag and grabbed your journal slipping back into bed. 

“What the-“ You flipped through. Multiple pages were missing, your last two entries. 

“What the fuck.” You were furious, he must’ve ripped them out before giving it back. What a creep.

————————

The next morning you awoke surprisingly well rested. 

Naturally you go to your window to see the weather and take in the day, 

You look down in front of his house. You see James, standing in front of a motorcycle, with a man standing next to him. You could tell he had some relation to James, similar features and all. He was wearing a suit, a watch. He looked effortlessly rich. His mannerisms and the way he stood showed he worked in business.

Nothing made any sense, why was James living here if he obviously had money. 

The man reaches his hand up to ruffle James' hair, smiling at him cheekily, when James cocks his head away in annoyance. The man looked fed up pushing the helmet into James’ chest forcefully, then rubbing him on the back squeezing his shoulder. He walked away not looking back until he was in the driver's seat waving goodbye. James didn’t wave back.

He doesn’t smile once the whole interaction, just staring down at the bike. 

He watched the car drive away, and suddenly he throws the helmet on the ground. So hard a few pieces flew off in the process, the noise so loud you could hear it from your room.

You flinched slightly and stepped back. You stopped watching, feeling as if you were overstepping. 

————————

After getting ready like the day before you leave for the bus. 

James isn’t there but Clara is waiting at the bus stop.

“Heyyyy!!!” She yells from afar skipping towards you. 

“Look what I got you!” She holds a cookie up to your face, her other hand holding a bag full of more.

You take the cookie and immediately eat it as you skipped breakfast. Your mom hadn’t really gotten to the shopping part of moving in yet. 

You climb into your seats and immediately notice James isn’t there.

Your backs hit the seat in unison and you don’t waste one second, you need to get it off your mind. 

“Are you and James related?”

“Yes *she giggles* He's my brother… well in law..? I don’t know… it's confusing.” 

“Oh okay… I was just wondering.”

“Yea no worries… my other brother, my… ACTUAL brother… goes here too, but he doesn’t live with me.” 

“Oh okay… any other family members that go to our school?” You ask, slightly joking.

“Ha no that’s it.” 

“Oh my god I should totally set you up with him.” She turns smirking at you. 

“Wait wh-“ You laugh.

“His name is Juhoon.”

“What.” You flip your head to her quickly, your hair slapping the seat in front of you.

“Juhoon is your brother?” 

“Yea… oh god don’t tell me he already got to you.” 

“I mean i’ve seen him around so… what’s his relation to james.” 

“Ehhhh yea that’s… don’t worry about that. It’s too messy to explain right now.” She turns around and starts talking to the same boy from yesterday. 

You are desperate, you would pay millions to know what happened between them.

“oh yea I forgot to mention, there’s a party tonight! It’s at Mickey's house!”

“Mickey…? Who’s-“

“Mickey!” The boy in the seat raises his hand laughing, he’s so obviously high it makes you cringe. 

“So do you want to come?” She asks gently. 

“I don’t kno-“

“Come on, new girl, take this and prove to them you’re not the prude they think you are!” Mickey yelled, laughing. 

“Mickey!” She slaps his chest.

You sit still blinking silently. 

“I… I'll think about it.” 

You sit back and cross your arms 

“i’m so sorry…” 

She keeps talking but her words fade out, you stare out the window with blurry eyes. 

The day begins and you enter the first period.

With your new intel you are nervous to see how the class will pan out. 

You enter the room and his seat is empty. The writing was still on the table even though someone attempted to wash it. 

Juhoon was already in his seat. He watched you look at James’ seat waiting for you to notice him, once you did he raised a single eyebrow, blinking softly, then continuing his conversation with his friends. 

That slight acknowledgement was enough to keep you satisfied the whole class. 

The bell rings and you stand up stacking your books. He comes up to your left, whispering in your ear.

“Y/n.” 

You don’t look at him and keep your focus on your books, but you can’t help but smirk. 

You know he’s watching you as he walks out the classroom backwards, tossing the football between his hands. 

You are one of the last students to leave. When you step out of the class immediately you see him. His hoodie pulled over his head, his light brown hair poking out the front. Headphones in and hands in his pockets, he walked past in what felt like slow motion, making your heart beat increase rapidly.

You stood still at the doorway watching him from behind, when he suddenly turned around his eyes peeking from the side of his hood. He thought he could control himself but he had to see you. He turned the corner and disappeared from your sight. 

The next period you knew he would be there. You kept your head down when you entered to prevent making eye contact. You sat down. The seats were again in a circle but there were more available so you took a pick far from him. 

“Okay class we’re going to be getting into groups so i’m going to be giving you all numbers. She began going around the circle giving everyone a number from one to five. She gave every number a designated corner in the room. 

You went to the corner for the fours. 

Of course. 

He walked over slowly, eyes glued to his phone. He looked deeply disinterested and annoyed. You wished to die right then and there. 

You both sat down. He crossed his arms and leaned back, pulling his baseball cap forward, blocking his eyes. 

“Okay…?” You say quietly. 

You take out your computer and start researching the topic. It’s relatively simple. You reach over to grab his paper to see his part, getting ready to do it yourself. 

His hand suddenly grabs your hand on top of the paper, stopping you from taking it. 

He pushes his hat back.

“What are you doing?” He whispers. 

“Just give it to me, I'll do it… I just want to get this over with.” 

“I can do my part.” He barks. 

“Really? there’s 20 minutes left in class because you were sleeping the whole time.” You snap back.

“I work fast y/n.” He says, his voice dropping an octave, as he leans forward on the desk towards you. His fingers slowly curving more around your hand. 

You look up when he says your name. You two stare at each other. Waiting for the other to say something, make an expression, do anything, but you’re both too stubborn. He lifts his hand releasing yours, you pull it back resting it on your lap. 

He flips the page up and starts reading. 

“So… are you going to the party tonight…?” You say trying to ease the tension.

“Are you?” He asks, looking up from the paper.

“I don’t think so.” You say gently 

“I’m not.” He asserts quickly. 

“I don’t know, maybe.” He looks up.

“Don’t go.” He says with a slight pleading tone.

“What?” 

“It’s just gonna be a bunch of drunk assholes… it’s Mickey's party right…? He lives in Pinewich… it’s where all the rich kids live. Trust me… they don’t know how to party.” He was stammering, he looked cute, nervous. 

“Oh and you do?” You say raising your eyebrows, He scoffs.

“You really don’t know anything about me do you?” His voice was deep but playful, now he was engaged in the conversation. 

“No…?… and I want to keep it that way.” You shut him down. You can see him staring in your peripheral vision. 

“Okay class if you didn’t finish, get it done tonight and turn it in tomorrow that’s it for the class time, you're free to leave at the bell.” The teacher suddenly yells. 

“Here just give me-“ You attempt to snatch the paper from his hand but he pulls it away from you.

“I can do my part.”

You stare at him infuriated. You know he’s not going to do it.

“I’ll get it to you tonight. We’re neighbors, remember?”

“How could I forget?” 

The bell rings and you slam your computer into your bag walking out of the class, not even glancing in his direction. 

“Hey!” 

He catches up behind you, slipping his backpack on his right shoulder. 

“Don’t go to that party.”

“Yea okay.” You say mockingly throwing your hands in the air

“Y/n… *his pitch dropped* don’t… please.” His pupils were dilated, giving him an innocent look for the first time he looked genuine. 

“Yea… oh okay.” You gave in, assuring him.

If he wasn’t going, how would he know if I went?

You walk away and he stands still watching you as the crowd fills up the space between the two of you. You tried to shake his desperate gaze, but you had never seen that side of him. 

Why do I feel guilty?

The day ends like normal and you don’t see either of them the rest of the day.

You get home and immediately start getting ready for the party.

“Heyoooo!” Clare walks into your room, she agreed to do your makeup because you were never good at that type of thing. 

“You are going to look stunning! I mean… not saying you don’t alrea-“

“It’s okay.” You laugh hysterically.

You had never had a friend. Of course you had acquaintances, people you knew from school, family friends, but never a best friend. You weren’t sure if that’s what Clare was, but it felt like the closest you had ever gotten. 

Suddenly you hear your moms keys beep.

What the hell she wasn’t supposed to be home this early.

Your heart drops. You stand up almost knocking Clare back.

“Woah… What’s wrong babes?” She can tell something is going on.

“We have to leave… like right now… oh my god.” 

“What why… I don’t-“ 

“Just follow me!” 

She grabs her makeup bag and you two run down the steps.

You turn towards the back door and you slide it open slowly.

“Come on.”

You hear the keys turn in the lock and slam the back door closed, you almost push Clare from the adrenaline. You escape to the side of the house, out of sight from your moms view. 

“My mom… She would never, I mean NEVER let me go to this party.”

“Oh my god… she’s not going to get mad is she?” 

You couldn’t unpack everything in a few minutes, not even a few hours.

“No it’s okay let’s just-“

“My house! Let’s go, come on.” She cuts you off noticing your nervous demeanor. 

She grabs your hand and puts her finger to her lips pretending like she’s shushing you, joking about the secrecy of the whole thing, you laugh. 

You two reach her front door steps and she opens the front door, she steps in confidently. 

“Sorry if it’s a mess, James has never properly learned the word clean.”

“No it’s okay…” You notice his backpack on the couch distracting you from the conversation.

“Hey… upstairs come on!”

You turn at her request and follow her up the steps. 

They somehow creak worse than yours. Every step had a shirt or a shoe on it. You eventually reach her bedroom. It’s basically her encapsulated in a room. It’s pink and blue, lots of clutter, but clean clutter. 

“Sit here!” She pats her vanity chair and you sit down promptly. 

You two begin the process and you eventually calm down after your escape from your house. 

“Clare, where are my weights?” His voice shocks you as he yells from downstairs, your heart skipped a beat. You forgot he lived there too. 

“I don’t know… it’s not like I use them..?!” She makes a disgusted face at you jokingly, you laugh. 

Suddenly the door slams open hitting the wall.

“I sa-“ He stops immediately at the sight of you. You turn to face him and look away instantly seeing he is only wearing pajama pants and no shirt. 

“James ugh! put on a shirt!” Clare yells, slamming the straighter on the table, she stomps to the door pushing him out as she closes it.

“Bye bye!” She locks it and walks back over 

“Sorry you had to see that!”

“Oh no worries.” 

“No he’s so… I mean he has no boundaries seriously. God I don’t understand what girls see in him.” 

“What do you mean… does he have a girlfriend…?” You ask, trying not to seem desperate.

“Oh god no… James? Girlfriend? *She scoffs* please he doesn’t even let them stay the night.” Well that explains the girl.

“Oh I don’t know him well.” 

“Yea that’s good. Keep it that way.” 

Later she finished and you two are laying on her bed on your phones, waiting for the time to pass.

“Hey where’s your bathroom?” You finally muster up the courage to ask. 

“Oh it’s down the hall to the right.” She says not looking up from her phone. 

You get up and open the door. You step out and look to the left seeing a room at the end of the hall. The walls are painted a dark blue with a union Jack flag hanging on the door. 

“You want a tour?” You gasp quickly, his voice scaring you. He’s right behind you when you turn around, your faces inches apart. He exhales and you can feel his breath on your nose. 

“You can’t just sneak up on someone like that.” You say irritated. 

“You… need to be more aware.”

He walks past you. Now wearing a bathrobe covering his bare chest. 

He disappears into his room and you are curious to follow. 

Your temptation gets the best of you and you creep down the hallway. 

You turn your head into the room and see him standing in the closet. He’s shirtless again looking through the hanging clothes. You don’t look away. He has a crescent tattoo on the middle of his upper back.

How many tattoos does this guy have?

“It’s rude to stare.” His voice cuts the silence loudly. You quickly duck behind the doorway, your back against the hallway wall. 

He walks out, leaning on the door frame, his hand going up higher and higher, slowly flexing it as he leaned over you. Placing his left hand on your side trapping you in the corner.

He has to be doing this on purpose.

“You know how cute you are when you’re nervous?” His hand comes down from the doorframe and touches your chin, his thumb rubbing the cleft while the rest of his hand rests under your jaw, his pinky rubbing your throat making you swallow out of anxiety. He tips your head up and suddenly before you can move he leans in, placing a kiss gentle on your lips. 

You immediately push him off and his back hits the wall.

“Ah… geez.” He winced from the pain.

“What the-“ You yelled then lowered to a whisper. 

“What the hell. That was… that was unconsensual.” You stand up straight with your hands on your hips. 

He laughs at you rubbing his lips.

“Oh god you know you liked it.” He nods at you, winking. 

“Ugh!” You throw your hands up and walk away. 

“Why do you look like that anyway?” 

“Um, I don't know, ask my mom?”

“No *he scoffs* you got all that makeup and shit on.”

“Oh I'm… I don’t know we were just-“ 

His smile suddenly dropped and he began walking towards you, making you go silent. 

“What.” You say in fear. 

“You’re going to that party aren’t you?” He says the words in a deep whisper backing you against the wall.

“Maybe I don-“ He hits the wall next to your head making you duck.

“The same one I fucking told you not to go to?” You are staring at him wide eyed in shock, shaking, your vision blurry from your tears. 

“Whats going on?” Clare sticks her head out of the room.

“Nothing.” He’s staring at you panting heavily through his nose, his jaw clenching. He looks up at his hand, pulling it down from the wall. Unfurrowing his brows, his face loosens up, he sees now how he scared you.

“Y/n i’m-“ You turn around and walk quickly into Clare’s room. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Her voice dropped so low it was a tone you had never heard Clare speak in before. She slammed the door, immediately coming to your side on the bed. 

“What happened?” She asked delicately, back to her princess voice. 

“He just… he’s just mean…” 

“Oh girl.. I know… I know…  I'm so sorry.” She hugs you and you release in her arms. You weren’t just crying from right now, you were crying for every time you stopped yourself over the last few days. Everything was so much and you never took a second to let it out. 

“I’m sorry i’m just-“ 

“No no it’s okay.” 

“Do you not want to go anymore?” She asks in a sensitive tone. 

“No! I want to go. I… I want to go.” You wipe your tears and exhale deeply. 

“Okay… let’s fix this makeup then!” 

You laugh gently and she grabs your hand, pulling you back to the vanity. 

Hours pass and finally you begin your descent to the party. Clare drives even though she doesn’t have a license, she’s a pretty impressive driver nonetheless. 

The drive takes about 20 minutes but with some good music that was nothing. Before you even pull up to the house you can hear the music blasting. Every mansion looked the same, you had never seen houses like this, your face lit up at the sight. You didn’t believe this was just 20 minutes from the dump you lived in.

“wow…” You said involuntarily,  Clara laughed at you.

“Yea… this is the real shit!” She quickly tapped a beat on the steering wheel excitedly, leading you both to let out screams in unison not being able to control your joy.

She parks and you walk into the house. Everything was white, there were walls made of windows and a pool bigger than your entire house, you had never seen this many people together before. It was breathtaking. You couldn’t even count the floors at first glance. The energy was infectious, you were so glad you came. 

“Come on!” Clare grabbed your hand and pulled you through the crowd.

“Oh look who it is.” She suddenly stopped pulling and you looked down to adjust your shirt.

“y/n.” You look up and it’s him, Juhoon. 

“Hi!” You say not being able to contain your laughter. 

“H- Hi… are you okay?” He says smirking in amusement. 

“Yes asshole, she's just excited! Can’t a girl be excited!” Clara responded, wrapping her arm around your neck. 

You smiled widely at him and he smiled back while looking confused at the same time.

“Let's get something to drink!” Clara says, pulling you with her through the crowd. 

“Hey not too mu- oh god.” He doesn’t even try to yell and just watches as you two disappear into the crowd. 

One shot. Two shots. Three? You lost count. The night got blurry and everything suddenly felt okay in your life. You couldn’t even think your brain was so foggy. 

You and Clara were dancing, the lights were almost completely off you couldn't even see her face. Everything was blurry, it felt like a scene in a movie.  

“Hey!” You look around trying to find the voice and see Juhoon standing holding a drink. You automatically reach for it.

“Hey… yea no I uh I think you're cut off.” He grabs your arms and you spin yourself around bumping into him chest to chest your faces are inches apart. You're smiling drunkenly at him with bedroom eyes, you wanted to kiss him but not just kiss him, do more. His innocence and polite demeanor made you want to ruin him. 

Instead of giving in and giving you the same look of desire he practically laughed in your face, he wasn’t the most romantic guy.

“You are fucked.” He was laughing hysterically at you when suddenly your heel broke, you fell into him. He grabbed you effortlessly, holding you up by your arms. 

“Oh noooo” You say like a toddler looking down at your broken heel on the floor. It was almost pitch black on the floor. You can barely make it out. You look back up at him with a frown on your face. 

“What’s wrong?” He says sweetly pushing your hair out of your face. 

“It’s broken… my heel.” 

“Oh…” You lift your foot up and almost fall back when he grabs you by the waist. Your head falls back and you reach your arms out behind you like a ballerina. Your belly button exposed he could see your lace underwear now peaking out from your pants and it made him swallow hard. He pulled you up quickly, not being able to stand the sight any longer. 

You two were practically forehead to forehead at this point. 

“Are you going to kiss me?” You say the words in a pouty delirious tone. 

“What.” He says, in shock at your random request. His heart was beating faster, his chest rising up and down. 

“Yea… just ask first before… some people don’t ask… that's not nice.”

“Yea *he laughs lightly* that's not nice…” He's slowly falling in love with you. 

“James needs to learn that… he didn't ask.” 

His smile fell and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, he stood still, not moving an inch.  

“What?” He said after recovering from shock. You were still giggling and spinning around completely unaware. 

“Y/n… Hey hey…” He was desperately trying to get your attention but you wouldn't stop. You were like a child. 

“Y/N!” You stopped and looked at him finally when he yelled your name. 

“Oh… are you mad?”

“No no… I'm not, I'm just… What did you say about James?”

“Oh yea he *you continued spinning around* He kissed me… but I didn't say he could… It's okay, I mean it wasn't bad… hes really sexy-”

“Okay that's enough I’ve heard enough… um *he was biting his lip from anxiety* I think it's time for you to go home okay…”

“What no… no…. I don’t- I don't want to go… bathroom”

“What?”

“I need to go to the bathroom.” 

“Okay… okay let's go.” 

“No you stay, I can find it… Stay… Juhoon STAY.” You yell out the words. 

“Okay its uh… its down the hall, right there okay.” He kneeled down his face right next to yours, his long arm shooting ahead of you pointing straight. You looked over and smiled, planting a kiss on his cheek making his eyes go wide. You stumbled away and he watched you disappear through the crowd. He slowly followed from behind, not making it obvious.

“Y/n?” You heard a delicate voice cut through the crowd.

“Huh…” He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, he looked angry, of course. It was James.

“Oh god… look who it is… what are you gonna hit me again?” You ask mockingly. You were blinking intensely trying to see him clearly but it was impossible. All your senses were hindered by the alcohol. 

“What I didn’t- I didn’t hit you” He was yelling the words over the music. It was obvious he hadn’t had even a sip of alcohol. 

“Y/n I came here to take you home. I knew this would happen.”

“What? Oh god… shut up just shut up!” 

Rubbing his hair out of his face there was sweat forming on his forehead. Suddenly someone knocked you from behind and you stumbled into his arms. 

He didn’t waste a second before he reached down grabbing under your knees carrying you out of the party. 

“Hey… no no…. no…” The words were barely coming out.

You were fully out of the building by that point, your face buried into his jean jacket as he carried you. All you could see was his chin, his long lashes and his pointy nose. You reached up and tapped it. This made him chuckle slightly.

“What are you doing?“ He looked down at you smiling, you felt safe in his arms. 

“Hey!” A voice yelled, deep and full from behind you. 

He turns around quickly, your loose arm flying in the air as you’d basically gone completely limp.

It was Juhoon.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He questioned, he was panting heavily, keeping his distance between them.

“I’m taking her home.”

“No you’re not!” He yelled, slamming his hand on a random car making the alarm go off. This aggression was foreign to see from Juhoon, I guess it ran in the family. 

“Yea… I got it” James said unfazed, he turned around continuing to walk you down the driveway. 

“She’s safer with me than you.” Juhoon yelled.  

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean.” James turned around again, dropping you to your feet, you were wide eyed, quickly sobering up. 

“Because even if I was completely fucking hammered I would still have the human decency to ask before touching someone.”

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” James barked. 

“Guys, it's not the time.” Clare was behind Juhoon with her hands up trying to diffuse the situation. 

“Clare go back inside…” Juhoon said gently, waving in the direction of the house. 

“No Clare… come here… come get your friend.” James was staring at Juhoon like he was ready to attack any second, heating up more and more ready to blow. 

You were terrified. 

“James…” You looked up at him hopelessly, wanting him to forget the whole thing and take you away, but you knew his ego was bigger than his affection towards you. 

“Y/n just come he-” Before he can even finish his sentence James was on him. He grabbed his jacket and slammed his back onto the floor, making Juhoon yell in pain.

“Why do you always have to take everything that's mine?” James yelled. 

He then picked him up slamming him into the side of a car, their faces inches apart.

“Fuck you.” Juhoon whispered, tears running down his face.

“Yea… that’s great.” James said, irritated, still holding Juhoon’s jacket tight. 

He shoved him into the car, pushing himself off. He walked away struggling to keep his balance at first. 

Juhoon stood up wiping his snot from under his nose,

“You know what James.”

“What.” He turned around, throwing his hands down. 

“Fuck you.” 

“Oh shut up, why don't you take your money and shove it up your ass. Never. Talk to me again you piece of shit.”

“What *He laughs* you gonna fuck my mom again.”

“What the fuck did you just say.” His face dropped to an emotionless void. There was nothing behind his eyes, no remorse. 

“What the fuck did you just say?” He's walking up to Juhoon, repeating the words. 

Juhoon stood staring at him, not moving an inch, not even breathing. He looked afraid knowing he crossed the line. 

“I told you to never talk about that ever again.” His voice in a whisper, only to be heard between them. 

Clare runs up behind James 

“James just-“ James pushes her and she falls on her back. You immediately sobered up, running over to lift her. 

“Man you don’t know shit about anything.” James was now crying, barely able to get the words out. 

“Yeah, I don't think it's that complicated.” Juhoon said, numb to James’ tears. 

“You always say I ruin everything but look at you.” He opened his arms widely.

“Look at her *he pointed to you* you're ruining it. YOU! ruin everything.” He put his pointer and index finger to his chest pushing him back. 

“Dont fucking touch me.” James slapped his hands away. 

His heart was beating out of his chest, you didn't expect James to cry. 

He put his hands up to symbolize his surrender, walking backwards a few feet. Juhoon watched sniffling, unable to hold back his tears any longer. The second James turned around Juhoon fell to his knees, his face buried in his hands. He shook from the tears. Clare came up behind him and whispered in his ear placing her hands on his shoulders hugging him. 

She looked at you nodding, asking if you were okay.

You nodded back. 

You all climbed in the car, Juhoon agreed to drive because even through the intensity of the situation you were both too drunk to drive. You sat in the car in silence, Clara and you held hands the whole drive back to your house. 

You are desperate to ask her something. You pull out your phone and text her. Even though she's right next to you, you can’t say what you need to say outloud.

                   Hey

Yea

                   What was Juhoon talking about?

Oh

Well

Last summer Juhoon caught 

them together on some family vacation.

Juhoon kind of refused to talk to him 

ever again since that day.

                  What the fuck

                  I don’t believe James would do that

Well that's the thing

James said she pressured 

him into it. 

Right when the text came in your heart dropped. You looked over at her. She nodded with a conflicted look. You didn't know how to feel. 

After the longest ride of your life you pulled up to your house and Clara exited, you sat for a few seconds, then got out. You wanted to say something but knew it wasn't your place.

You and Clara met outside when she leaned forward and knocked on his front window. He rolled it down and they exchanged a few words. 

He drove away and she walked over, you hugged and both inhaled and exhaled together making you slightly chuckle. 

“Tomorrow?” She said, 

“Tomorrow.” You responded.

You separated and walked up to your door when you saw a sign that read,

This isn't a hotel you can't just come and go as you please. Come back tomorrow since it seems you've found somewhere else to spend all your time. 

Was she kicking me out?

You ran away from the door afraid she would hear you and come out. You walked to the side of your house and saw your window, then you turned to see his. His light was out, and his blinds were closed. Maybe Clara was still up and could let you sleep over. 

You stumbled over to their house and knocked lightly on the door. 

“Clara!” You hear his voice yell. I guess he's not asleep. You are afraid to knock again.

You do anyways.

“CLARA!” He yells even louder when you hear something slam, you're terrified and almost want to run away. You hear footsteps near the door and the lock unclicks when it swings open, making your hair blow back. 

“Hi…” He says gently. He looked down at you with his doelike eyes, so delicate his eyebrows turned in, the sight made you want to cry on the spot. His cheeks were red, his nose even redder, His hair was a complete mess but what else was new. 

“My mom kicked me out.”

“Oh.” He was possessed. A completely different man. It was heartbreaking. 

“Are you okay?” 

He looked around blinking awkwardly, biting his lip. 

“Stupid question, I'm sorry.” 

It went silent.

“Do you want to come in?” He opens the door and you walk in, its pitch black. He closes the door and grabs your hand, you interlock fingers with him. 

He pulls you up the steps and you slowly creep into his room. The lights are off. He closes the door and stands against it, he watches you take his room in. 

You go to the window and see it, your own room. The curtains were closed but it was still fascinating. You turn around and see him still standing there. He looked nervous.

“Whats wrong?”

“Juhoon was right.”

“What?” 

“I am ruining this… I ruin everything” His nostrils flared and he rolled his eyes trying to stop his emotions from taking over. He gulped loudly, itching the back of his head. It was obvious he was fidgeting out of anxiety. 

You reached up and grabbed his hand, grabbing the other you were holding them both looking down. You turned them to the palm side and saw it. The scars. Your breath hitched slightly and in the room so silent you could hear a pin drop, he pulled his hands away. 

“James.”

“It’s nothing it was *He laughs nervously* It was a long time ago.” 

“It’s okay” 

He's looking up avoiding your eye contact, you try to grab his face guiding it to look at yours but he pulls away. Like a dog not letting you collar it, he was relentless. 

“James…. James…” He kept pulling away. 

He turned away and sat on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands. You kneeled down in front of him, opening his legs you inched forward until you were so close to his face you could feel his breath.

“James, you aren't ruining this.” He revealed his face, his eyes bright red, his cheeks damp from his tears, he sniffled loudly the sound filling the quiet room, he was trying to catch his breath, but he was losing.

Your hand met his face and he fell into it like a puppy rubbing his cheek up and down against it, he was breathing so deeply still unable to steady it.

“I like you… just as you are.” You knew he wasn’t crying because of you he was crying because of everything he had held in, you two were similar in that way. 

Till the next Chapter....

Okay guys I really liked this one! The fourth FF i’ve written plz give me some advice and let me know if you want more parts. Just to clarify Juhoon and James share a father but not a mother, this is not that kind of story lolol.

Thank you for reading!!!

Sorry if there's typos or grammatical errors.

— bad popular jungkook X fem!reader

⚠︎ this is a warning! never accept a drink from a bad boy. especially if you’re at jeon jungkook’s house ⚠︎

SYNOPSIS: during a party jungkook's house the rich and popular boy on campus, you tried to isolate yourself by the poolside but ended up becoming jeon's target. he offered you a purple drink (energy drink mixed with vodka) and the only thing you could picture after one sip was the boy with his face between your thighs drowning in your wetness.

Pairing: jungkook x reader, leader reader.

Warmings: smut fic. creampie. horny jk. sexual content explicit. drugs & alcohol mentioned.

mentioned: katseye's lara and megan.

kat's note: hi there. this is my first time writing something about jungkook set in my teenage years. i’m nervous but maybe i went a little too hard on this one. i didn’t come up with this theme alone, my boyfriend helped me because he’s obsessed with kendrick lamar. so yeah xoxo <3

Parties were never really your thing — especially when they happened at some rich college kid’s mansion.

But your friends liked them, and they hated leaving you out of the week’s plans.

Even when those plans involved parties.

“How many times do I have to say I still think this is a bad idea?” you muttered, adjusting yourself in the backseat of the Uber beside your two friends.

Lara and Megan.

“And why would it be a bad idea?” Lara shot back with a giggle. “Relax. There’ll be plenty of cute guys there… including the owner of the house.”

Jeon Jungkook. Just hearing his name sent a chill down your spine. Not because you hated him or anything. Saying his name smelled like cigarettes, liquor, money, and sex. A lot of sex.

A sigh slipped past your lips.

“Just this once, y/n. We promise we’ll stay with you, okay?”

The purest lie.

The second you stepped inside the house, you found yourself alone. Alone in the middle of bottles scattered everywhere, half-finished drinks, people making out shamelessly, and familiar faces from campus.

The house was huge — ridiculously luxurious. You wondered if Jungkook was brave enough to throw a party like this in his own home. It would be insane if someone broke something or trashed the rooms for one night of fun.

Or maybe you were just being uptight.

You pushed through the crowd, giving up on finding Lara or Megan, until the shimmer of the pool in the backyard caught your eye. It looked peaceful.

A few people were hanging around there, talking, drinking, while some iconic 2000s song blasted through the speakers.

“At least there’s oxygen out here…” you breathed in deeply and sighed. “I don’t even know why I keep trying to believe this is gonna be fun.”

Giving your surroundings a quick scan, you decided to sit on a lounge chair tucked away in a dark corner near the edge of the pool, glowing under a purple light.

It was the most livable place to be at the moment — though what you really wanted was your bed immediately.

You pulled out your phone and spent a good part of the party there, hidden away and distracting yourself with your screen. The clock read 2:30 a.m. and everything was still the same. Noise, the smell of alcohol, drunk people, loud laughter. And you stayed in your own little world, trying to seem invisible to everyone there.

But not quite unnoticed.

A strong masculine fragrance filled the space around you, and before you even looked up to see who was approaching, a voice cut through.

“Why are you hiding out here? Did someone do something to you?”

Jungkook.

Your eyes left your phone screen, and in the dim lighting by the pool, you could make out his bright eyes, the silver gleam of his piercings, and his skin glowing against the purple reflection from the water.

Jungkook wore a loose jacket slipping off his shoulders enough to show his tattoos, and you had to admit — he was really handsome. Too handsome.

And he was holding a red cup filled with something.

“Oh… hi, Jungkook. I just wanted to be alone, nobody did anything.” You adjusted your posture. “It’s just my friends vanished off the face of the earth.”

Jeon let out a soft laugh and nodded, sitting down on the ground beside you.

“You’re not really into parties, right? First time at my place?”

You nodded.

“Yes and yes. They insisted a lot that I come, and I kinda thought you were some sort of celebrity on top of being the popular guy at college.”

He laughed louder this time, and his laugh was unexpectedly pleasant.

“That’s almost true. But don’t refer to me as just the popular guy — I’m more than that and, well…” he grinned. “Since it’s your first time here, I should welcome you.”

You laughed.

“Welcome to the Jeon mansion. I live alone and I have a dog named Bam,” he continued.

“Wait… you leave your dog here with all this noise?”

“Oh, no, no. I leave him at a friend’s house who also hates parties. I’m not irresponsible on that level.”

Jungkook was oddly specific. You didn’t remember meeting another guy like him before. Even with the motorcycle, the money, the tattoos, the piercings, and the whole party-host thing… he was still specific.

And kind of funny, somehow.

“That’s a relief. I live alone too, and I have a kitten — she’s only four months old.”

He made a little aww sound and smiled wide.

A brief silence settled between you after exchanging a few more words, and your gaze drifted to the cup in his hand. You pointed at it with your chin.

“What are you drinking?”

Jungkook looked at the cup, then back at you.

“Vodka mixed with purple Monster. Don’t remember the flavor. Grape, maybe?” He took a small sip.

You frowned.

“That’s going to kill you in your sleep. You could have a heart attack.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened and he stared at the cup again.

“I… I’ve heard that before but from my mom,” he said with a soft laugh. “Ya, don’t worry. I’ve been drinking this since I was nineteen and I haven’t died yet.”

He took another sip, a longer one this time.

“Yet.”

“Do you want me to die or something?” he asked playfully, looking at you with a teasing little smile.

“Definitely not. But that thing smells way too sickly. I’m the one who’s gonna end up dying.”

Jeon let out a laugh, the two silver piercings on his lower lip catching the light.

He took another sip before extending the red cup toward you.

“Try it.”

Your body tensed at how close his arm suddenly was, the scent of the drink hitting you stronger. You frowned, staring at him for a moment, and he urged you on with that same smile.

At the few parties you’d been to, you’d never had anything spiked or strong enough to actually get you drunk—more alive, more reckless. You didn’t know that feeling.

The feeling of your head spinning, spinning, spinning, while the music in the background grows louder.

And the offer coming from Jeon Jungkook of all people left you completely confused. You had felt invisible just moments ago, unnoticed by the most popular guy around—but now he looked at you like a predator locking onto its prey.

Like a fox. Clever. Careful.

“Don’t want it? That’s fine.” He started to pull his arm back. “I’m not gonna force you to dri—”

Without a word, you snatched the cup from his hand and took long gulps, not even giving yourself the chance to taste it. It was cold, a large cube of ice clinking inside, the fizz of the energy drink mixing with the bitter bite of vodka.

The drink spilled down the corner of your lips, and when you finished, you handed the now-empty cup back to Jungkook, who stared at you wide-eyed.

“Girl, what the hell was that?” he laughed loudly, looking at the empty cup with its lonely piece of ice. “I should warn you that’s not fucking juice.”

Breathing a little heavier, you met his gaze and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

“It’s good…”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

“Want more? I can make you another one and I won’t put anything weird in it, don’t worry. I just wanna get you out of that dark corner.”

He got up from the ground and held out his hand for you to stand from the lounge chair.

It felt wrong—but if everything always felt wrong, then nothing would ever feel right.

You were at a party, after all. The host himself was giving you more attention than your own friends. You didn’t have much to lose — and the drink was actually good.

“Okay.” You took the hand of his tattooed arm. “But Jungkook…”

“Hm?”

Now standing beside him, he didn’t seem nearly as intimidating as he did on campus. Maybe you had misjudged Jeon Jungkook this whole time.

“Won’t people… think it’s weird?”

“Weird? What do you mean weird? You drinking? That’s the most normal thing at a party, pretty.”

You sighed.

“That’s not it. It’s just… you’re popular, and maybe being seen with a girl like me might start rumors.”

“Would that be bad for you?” he turned to face you. “Would it make you uncomfortable?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but ended up just shaking your head slowly.

Jungkook smiled.

“Then that’s it. Ignore everyone. If I have to kick everyone out of here just to make you feel okay, I will.”

That sounded strangely appealing.

You didn’t know his real intentions. You didn’t know him well enough to say he secretly had a crush on you — that would be ridiculous. Or would he really throw everyone out of his own house for your sake?

You had never been that close… so why would he do that? Why did your feelings suddenly matter?

Your thoughts snapped back into place, and when you realized, you were already following him inside his house. Loud music, people drowning out their own problems, the smell of weed and cigarettes, others using things in the background and Jeon Jungkook moving ahead of you toward the kitchen.

It felt like some kind of underworld, but you didn’t care about that. You cared about him.

A small smile slowly formed on your lips, and in the distance, you spotted Megan and Lara distracted with three other people. They had no idea who was paying attention to you now.

“Does the noise bother you?” he asked, pulling two bottles from the massive fridge.

“A little…” you stepped in, eyes scanning every detail. “The music annoys me. How do people even like this?”

“Yeah, I get that. If my playlist were playing, I’d definitely be the DJ.”

You both laughed, and he started fixing a drink on the counter, cluttered with cans, bottles—and some white residue.

“Fucking hell. Doing coke on my counter? What the fuck.”

He muttered under his breath, exhaling sharply.

“Mind holding these bottles while I clean this up? I don’t want you touching that shit.”

You didn’t question it—you just did as he asked. He grabbed some paper towels and carefully wiped down the counter. Careful enough for you to notice just how strong he was.

He complained about the heat, and to your surprise, he shrugged off his jacket—revealing tattoos covering his entire arm, his broad back, and a white tank top that clung tightly to his torso.

“I didn’t know you had that many tattoos.”

Jungkook glanced at you with a grin.

“Think I overdid it?”

“Mhm. You should get more. They suit you.”

He held your gaze for a few seconds, then nodded, taking the bottles back from your hands.

“Maybe.”

Jungkook prepared everything carefully, always warning you not to overdo it. He didn’t stay out of it himself. downing drinks in one go, ignoring his own advice.

It didn’t take long before both of you were tipsy, dancing together on the makeshift dance floor in the middle of his huge living room. “Party Monster” by The Weeknd started playing, bringing a wave of excited screams and reddish lights with it.

You looked around, distracted, your vision slightly slow from the alcohol in your system. And that was when Jeon Jungkook pulled you by the waist and, without giving you time to think, pressed his lips to yours in a firm kiss, sharing more of that sweet, addictive taste that had already clouded your mind.

Without trying to pull away or resist, you melted into his soft lips, that faint metallic hint from his piercing lingering between you.

You never imagined you’d be kissing Jeon Jungkook in the middle of so many people, but there you were—gripping the strands of hair at the nape of his neck tightly.

His hand slid up until it found your neck, squeezing just enough to make you gasp against his wet lips. Your eyes met under the red lighting, and you could’ve sworn you saw a completely different expression from the one you had witnessed earlier by the pool.

"Is the noise bothering you now? Say yes..." he murmured, burying his face in the side of your neck and leaving wet kisses along your skin.

You closed your eyes, feeling your body threaten to melt in Jeon’s arms, but you kept yourself under control.

"No, Jungkook… I can’t do anything with you with this many people here."

Thinking Jungkook would give up, you let out a quiet sigh, slightly regretting what you had said. You even imagined him leaving you alone again.

But this was his house.

And when he wanted something, he got it.

"That’s exactly the motivation I needed to kick everyone out. Won’t take long, baby."

He lightly nipped at your skin before heading toward the DJ area, taking your curious gaze with him. Everyone seemed to ignore your presence after you’d just kissed Jungkook—simply because they were all caught up in their own worlds.

However, Jungkook had other plans for how the night would end.

He signaled for the DJ to cut the music, and as soon as the loud sound stopped, a chorus of boos erupted toward the booth. Jungkook wasn’t intimidated; he simply grabbed the microphone, a subtle mischievous smile playing on his lips as he began his act.

"I need everyone to leave my house immediately! The party’s over! The police are coming!"

Your eyes widened, your heart racing.

"What the hell is he—"

As Jeon’s voice echoed throughout the house, a small chaos broke out. Screams, running, laughter, drunk people being dragged along—everyone seemed to appear from random corners of the house.

You pressed yourself against a wall to avoid being knocked over.

He repeated, "The police are coming!" five more times before the sounds of motorcycles, cars, and rushing footsteps began to fade into the distance.

Within minutes, the house fell completely silent. What had once been filled with young adults was now scattered with bottles, cans, confetti, shoes, pieces of clothing, and even abandoned phones.

The DJ was the last to leave, calm and unbothered—he was Jungkook’s friend and knew he just wanted everyone gone.

"Are you insane?" you asked when you realized it was just the two of you left.

"Hmm… I admit it. Maybe." He raised his hands in mock surrender.

"What if those people get into accidents? No one’s sober, Jungkook."

"I don’t give a two fucks about those people. Relax. Just say ‘police’ and any idiot sobers up."

He shrugged and slowly approached you.

"So… is this comfortable enough for you now? The vibe’s still like a party, but just imagine it’s only you and me left in the world."

You crossed your arms and let out a small laugh.

"All this just to sleep with me?"

"Hm? Sleep with you? You want to sleep with me?" he feigned surprise. "Wow! Of course this is all to sleep with you. I wanted you to make your friends jealous."

He started circling you slowly.

"The guy who kicked everyone out of his own party just to have fun? No, no… just to let you have fun."

He stopped behind you, bringing his lips close to your ear as his hand slid up to your neck. Your whole body shivered—and it only got worse when you felt his erection pressing against you.

"There’s a clean place I never let anyone use during parties… and maybe you’ll like it, angel." Jeon glanced toward the outside. "Ever thought about having someone fuck you on the edge of a pool?"

It was as if evil itself were whispering in your ear, slowly guiding you toward the most profane sin of your life.

You weren’t drunk enough to think you were hallucinating, right? You hadn’t had that much to drink. Jungkook had really kicked everyone out of his house because he wanted you to feel comfortable alone. Why would he do that?

According to him, it was to make your friends jealous.

And that’s when everything began to change. The scene shifted. Suddenly, you were at the edge of the pool, with Jeon Jungkook between your legs, using his mouth as a tool of pleasure against your most intimate area. You felt the cold of the piercing against your skin and were surprised to discover there was another one.

Hidden on his tongue.

And you found that out in the best way.

“J-Jungkook… what if… there are still people here?”

He stopped his movements for a moment and looked up at you.

“There aren’t. I recognized every face that walked through my door. We’re completely alone, babe. For now, just enjoy it like it’s your party.”

Jungkook gave you a sly smile and went back to pleasuring you with more precision, before slowly sliding two fingers inside you.

A moan slipped softly from your lips as you let yourself be carried away by the sensation of having the campus’s famous popular boy almost bowing before you. It was curious, but if life gives you lemons, make a lemonade.

Your eyes opened, and your view was the night sky filled with stars shining above you. You smiled and let out a small laugh.

Jungkook knew you were letting yourself loosen up and have fun, and he was going to do everything to turn it into a rollercoaster of emotions.

“Are you enjoying it?” he asked, lifting his face and moving his fingers inside you with both agility and care.

“I am… I don’t know why you’re doing this, and I don’t think I want to know anymore. Just fuck me, please.”

Jungkook felt his own heart race but chose to blame the energy drink, thinking he’d had too much.

“Asking like that, I won’t deny you anything, sweet.”

The two of you managed to overcome the coolness of the early morning and turn it into the hottest night of the year. The purple light reflected on both your faces, making it feel like you were in another universe.

He didn’t want to take you in the pool, since it could make the movements uncomfortable. And besides, you were already wet enough that it would feel like diving in.

“Before we start, I need to ask something important.” He looked at you. “Are you a virgin?”

You met his gaze, your cheeks a little warm, but you answered.

“Ah… no, I’m not. I had a boyfriend until five days ago.”

He raised his eyebrows and broke into an even wider smile.

“A recent breakup? What was the reason?”

“Cheating.”

And in that moment, Jungkook felt entitled—no, obligated—to shake you in a pleasurable way, to make you addicted to his touch in just a short span of the night, even if the next day you’d both have to be on campus for another day of classes.

Jungkook kissed and sucked at your chest, touched you until you trembled, making him smile, and at no point did he ask for anything in return.

He just wanted to touch you and feel you. And that’s exactly what he did.

“Fuck… what the hell are you?” he groaned as he slowly pushed into you.

Your legs were spread, and you held onto them with your hands to help him move better against you.

He was big, and he knew it, which is why he went slowly, making you feel every inch of him inside you, warm and pulsing. while he enjoyed the way you tightened around him.

You closed your eyes again, letting Jungkook take you as his size throbbed inside you. He practically slid with how much wetness had built up.

He spread your legs wider and began thrusting slowly, almost like a form of torture. You were still wearing your underwear, pushed to the side. Your clothes were still on your body only what was necessary was exposed so Jungkook could reach you.

“Jeon… my God… you’re big.”

He laughed.

“Big, huh? That’s what you needed. A big cock inside you not sitting around alone.”

He drove into you more roughly, pulling a loud moan from your lips.

“Now I’m going to fuck you properly. Hard, fast and I’ll make you come as many times as you want.”

And after that promise, Jungkook started moving inside you with everything he said — strength, speed — and your only response was your moans, soft and needy, mixed with dirty words. Jeon held your neck with his tattooed hand and let a few light slaps land on your face with the other, making you smile.

Yes, smile.

You were enjoying it. It felt like you were in the pool even though you weren’t. You felt soaked without ever diving in.

You wanted to feel like a shameless, reckless girl for one night, in the hands of the bad boy — who, honestly, wasn’t all that bad.

You moaned under the moonlight, not caring about anything at all. Jungkook lived in a secluded place, and even if the neighbors could hear, you’d show off—after all, you were fucking Jeon Jungkook.

He pulled you up and sat on the edge, with you now in his lap.

Your body was weak with pleasure, your eyes heavy—just like his—but he held you firmly, guiding you to bounce against him, making that wet sound echo through the entire pool area.

“Bitch, you’re soaking me,” he muttered. “I’m not fucking you, I’m swimming in you.”

You laughed and looked at him with that excited, playful gaze, making Jungkook hook his hand into your hair and pull with controlled force, speeding up your movements.

“Don’t look at me like that, girl. I can be gentle, I can take care of you but right now I’m fucking you. If you want to tease me, you’ll have to handle the consequences.”

“Jungkook… I want you to go faster, faster, faster—until you come inside me, fill me up…”

He looked at you seriously.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Didn’t you say the party was mine now? Then fulfill my wishes.”

He looked at you seriously, but soon went back to thrusting into you with force, landing a few slaps on your face and tightening his grip around your neck. He had found his favorite place to keep his hands.

“Then I’m going to come inside you. You better know what you’re doing I’m not planning on having any babies.”

“I’m on birth control, Jeon. I know what I’m… mmh… asking for… God…”

You stayed in that position for a while, but Jungkook had the perfect way to push both of you to the edge.

He guided you to the lounge chair, laying down and pulling you on top of him with your back against his chest, spreading your legs wide as he slid himself back into the spot where your underwear had been pushed aside. Maybe it was a fetish of his.

“You better hold on tight. I’m not planning to stop until I fill you up.”

From that point on, all you felt were his thrusts hitting you as if he were trying to become one with you. Both of you moaned loudly, and all you could feel was more and more pleasure — wetter, more desperate, wanting to be with Jungkook for the rest of your life. It was terrifyingly good.

“Fuck me just like that, Jungkookie…”

“Fuck, you feel so good… I’m gonna come…”

As expected, Jungkook let his warm release fill you from the inside, and with a few final thrusts, he stilled, his muscular body growing more exhausted.

What felt like minutes had actually been two hours. You were both completely drained.

Breathing heavily, Jungkook sat down on the lounge chair with you on his lap and gently held your chin, making your eyes meet his.

“Never forget this night. And if possible, show up to more parties. I promise I won’t kick everyone out next time but I won’t promise we won’t do anything.”

And just like that, your night had come to an end.

(BONUS)

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You were sitting outside the cafeteria during break, your lunch in front of you.

Beside you, Lara and Megan looked exhausted, dark circles under their eyes showing they hadn’t slept at all— makeup couldn’t even hide it.

“I think I’m going to pass out from sleepiness. I should’ve skipped today!” Lara complained with a sigh.

“Skipping again this week isn’t an option, Lara. We’re already close to leaving,” Megan replied, then glanced at you, who was quietly eating. “You don’t seem tired.”

You looked up.

“Should I?”

“That’s not what I meant. I think we owe you an apology for leaving you alone… you went home before everything, right?”

“Before what?” you asked, pretending not to understand.

“Oh, you definitely did,” Lara added. “That idiot Jungkook kicked everyone out saying the police were on their way, but there weren’t any sirens!”

“Exactly! Just when the party was getting good, he ruined everything. I bet it was just so he could hook up with some girl who practically worships the ground he walks on.”

Hearing that, you let out a small laugh and straightened your posture.

“Well, I’m glad I left early then. And how was it getting out? Was it chaotic?”

“Totally! I almost lost my phone, and someone stepped on my new sandals…” Megan pouted.

You could only smile and nod as if you knew nothing.

The two of them kept talking about the party and everything that happened after they left, while all you could think about were flashes of what had happened by the edge of the pool — without ever having to actually dive in.

A few meters away, Jeon Jungkook watched you with his arms crossed, a sly smile on his lips. It took a moment but your eyes finally met his.

You held each other’s gaze and he gave you a wink before turning and walking off.

“It’s such a shame he did all that… that’s why I don’t like parties.”