#mx:kh

2 days.

2 days was all you got before fate decided to fuck you over once more.

On one of the worst days of the week—scratch that, the whole month—you were dealing with too many problems at once. For starters, your alarm didn’t go off because your phone died halfway last night due to the fact you fell asleep watching Netflix and didn’t lock it. Clearly, that also meant you forgot to charge it.

But being late made you miss most of your morning class, to which you’re almost always on time to but the one day you weren’t, the professor decided to assign an important project that required you to work with a partner. And since you weren’t present, you were forced to work with Kim Taehyung, a notorious flirt and slacker when it came to work. Sure, he was nice to look at but he was useless in class, always relying on copying others to pass by. So this meant you essentially had to do the entire project by yourself within the next two weeks on parameters you weren’t present to know of.

Then, you went to get something to eat and after dealing with waiting in line behind what felt like the slowest talker in the universe, once you finally got your bag of hot fast food, this asshole behind you bumped into you and made you spill your soda all over yourself, not even as much as an apology left his mouth. He just gave you a dirty look as if you were the one who bumped into him.

Getting home was hell, half-chilled clothes sticking to your body grossly as you bit into the burger, even though they had gotten it wrong and gave you a different kind than you ordered. You couldn’t turn on the AC without freezing to death because of your clothing and you couldn’t distract yourself with your usual music because your phone was still at home charging. The radio in your car was virtually useless, every station always playing the same annoying and repetitive songs or disc jockeys rambling on and on about moronic families doing normal things that were always blown out proportion because they’re famous.

(For all the wrong reasons, you might add.)

When you actually got home, you realized your apartment’s laundry room was closed off. Apparently due to some risqué teens deciding to try and get it on in there and ended up breaking some pipe or something like that which ended up flooding the place. Damn horny kids and their inability to keep their sex lives in their respective homes. Not like you were one to talk though, if that little escapade with Park Jimin not too long ago in the movie theater was anything to go by.

So after changing into drier clothes; albeit they were just old sweatpants and the commemorative t-shirt you got from that car wash thing at the sorority, you set off to the local laundromat. It wasn’t anything swanky but it got the job done and it had enough security cameras and witnesses to keep you from being kidnapped from creepers who try to steal women’s panties from their baskets. You brought a basket with enough clothes to wash that would at least last you a week. It included underwear, some jackets, plenty of t-shirts and tank tops and of course, jeans for days. You threw in a load into one of the medium sized machines, relishing in the fact that it was relatively empty in the establishment minus you and a few others that minded their own business fairly well.

You had one side of your earbuds shoved into an ear, jamming quietly to a fairly poppy song as you poured in your detergent and softener, probably too much for the size of the load but you never really cared much about that. Humming along to the tune, you turned on the machine and fed it your quarters, watching as it hummed to life and began to fill with water and suds.

Turning around, you were met with a body blocking your way to the counter where the rest of your clothes were. You were about to open your mouth and kindly ask to be let past but then you watched as the man in front of you spotted a pair of your underwear in the basket, sticky fingers already going to reach for it. Your eyes widened to the size of saucers and insults and accusations jumped to the front of your tongue, ready to jump off and give this creep an earful. However, the face you were met with as he turned with the said article of clothing made you more flustered than angry.

“Dang Y/N, I’d like to see you in these.” Kihyun spoke, his voice slightly hoarse from what’d you assume was sleep. He eyed the pair of baby blue panties that hung from his grip, the slight white lace trim grazing his fingertips. You were absolutely fuming, how dare he just overstep his boundaries like that and expose you in front of the public like this?

(The public being the 4 or 5 others inside the store with you, all of which were totally not paying attention to either one of you. But that was beside the point, it was the principle of the matter!)

You huffed and lunged to tear the fabric from in-between his digits but he simply stepped back and made you miss altogether, smirk plastered on his features.

“Uh uh uh, gotta move quicker than that sweetheart.” You growled and tried again, a repeat of before making you lean too far forward and fall into Kihyun’s personal space. Too close for comfort, definitely. “Baby girl if you wanted to get close to me, you didn’t need to play this little game, just ask. Surely you know how to use your big girl words, right?” Kihyun teased, re-hashing the words you had spat at him the first time you met.

“Seriously? You’re being so fucking immature right now, just give me those!” You tried once more, finally getting a decent grip on them and tearing them out of his hands, angrily throwing it back into the basket with your other dirty clothes. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be, preferably a thousand miles away from me?”

He chuckled, his gaze falling to the floor for a brief moment before coming back to meet your eyes, looking a touch darker than before. “Bothering you is always my number one priority, don’t you know?” He ruffled your hair and walked towards your basket again, hopping up and sitting next to it on the small counter. His eyes caught the offending piece of clothing once more before you stepped up to him and silently threatened him to not even dare. He raised his hands in mock surrender but continued to smugly smile at you, like he had you right where he wanted.

“Why are you even here? Isn’t your place like, on the other side of campus?” You asked, choosing to ignore his presence by instead categorizing your clothes between lights and darks.

“Missed you. And a little birdie told me they saw you here so I decided to grace you with my face and pay you a little visit. Ya’ know, to brighten your day.” Was he for real? How does one person have so much confidence in themselves at all hours? You didn’t even dignify his words with a response, scoffing and shaking your head as you try and decide if a gray shirt constituted as a light or a dark.

“I can’t stop thinking about it, you know. That little shirt isn’t really helping me either, babe.” Kihyun pointed at the shirt you were wearing, a blatant reminder of the conversation you had not that long ago that led to having hypothetical sex on your couch with him. Your heartrate picked up slightly, skin already getting clammier at the sheer memory of the time you two shared together. It was thrilling, though you hated to admit it. Something about Kihyun made your libido spark up, in ways you just couldn’t explain. And here he was, on one of the worst days of your life with his stupidly perfect face and stupidly sexy smile, tempting you like a little devil that hung off your shoulder.

He sighed and looked around, watching people come and go around you two. He wanted to do something to you, with you, but something about this place just ruined his “game”. He needed to get you somewhere else, a better playing field.

“How long are you gonna be here?”

“I’ll stay all night if it means you’ll leave.”

A soft chuckle paired with his soft hands at your chin made your eyes meet Kihyun’s own, “Love, I’m not leaving here without you.” Your mouth gaped at his words, leaving you beyond speechless. He was simultaneously so sweet and yet so spicy-sharp that you couldn’t help but feel enticed by his every word. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, his words already had you trembling in his grip, anticipation boiling inside as you shakily answered with a soft and barely-audible soon that made the corners of Kihyun’s mouth perk up. It reminded you of something evil; dark and low down but you couldn’t pinpoint who exactly you thought of in the moment.

He offered to help and pulled out his wallet, unzipping the small pocket on the side and shook out a couple of quarters. Taking a couple of ones out of it, he stashed the wallet away and mumbled about getting change from the machine in the corner. The whole idea of him helping you wash clothes had you shell-shocked, the entire thing being so damn domestic. Surely, he had ulterior motives in wanting to get you out of here sooner, no doubt. But at the same time you couldn’t help but think that he didn’t have to go to such lengths. Especially not having such an affinity for you that his friends knew enough of it to tell them your whereabouts, just so he could come and pester you. It was peculiar to say the least, but not unwelcome, you came to realize.

As shit as this day had been already, spending some time with Kihyun seemed like it wouldn’t be the worst. After all, he wasn’t so bad and if all else fails, you can just give him hell and laugh at his misery and take your mind off your own. He returned promptly, asking you to help him load the washing machine next to yours with the rest of your clothes. After silently following his orders and watching him carefully measure out the detergent and softener, he realized you hadn’t taken your eyes off him for the past few minutes. Even after he shooed you away, telling you he knew how to handle the machine just fine by himself, you still sat back and watched in awe. How could something so incredibly normal and average look so beautiful? Even with his hair snug underneath a black beanie and an oversized hoodie on, Kihyun still managed to take your breath away.

You figured that’s what always made you come back to him, despite his toxic attitude and sharp tongue, his pretty face and melodious laughter made up for it. You finally had an answer for his question the other day: even though he was as rude as they come, he still was a beauty that suited you perfectly. The sexual attraction was based off your constant fighting, the tension simply from raised tempers. But the actual, raw magnetism he held in him was from his prince-like appearance, surely what drew most girls in on first instances. It certainly was what captured your attention once you looked past his filthy mouth.

“Hey, did you want to take a picture? Because it’ll last longer, trust me.” He interrupted your thoughts, bringing back the attitude that turned your face sour.

“Anything lasts longer than you, trust me.” You shot back, smirking at his obviously surprised reaction to your words, not expecting such a witty and quick response from you.

“Wanna bet?”

You raised your eyebrows at him, all those mushy feelings from before completely dissipated. Leave it to Kihyun to fuck up a decently nice moment alongside him. You shook your head and turned the volume up on your phone, the one headphone that was in was on Kihyun’s side so it’d block him out. Closing your eyes, you let your head loll back and the rhythm that pounded in your eardrum made your mind let go of its stresses just for a moment before Kihyun literally ripped the bud out, yanking on the cord and making your eyes shoot open and instantly glare at him.

“I asked you a question Y/N. You always say I’m the rude one but ignoring me is just as much impolite.”

“I chose to ignore a stupid question, for both our sakes.” You spat, reaching to put the bud back in but Kihyun’s hand stopped you once more.

“I don’t get how that benefits the both of us? Makes me sad when you ignore me like that.” Kihyun falsely pouted, mock innocence crossed his face. You didn’t believe it for a second.

“Tough shit, suck it up Kihyun.”

“I’d rather if you did.” Kihyun instantly retorted, leaving your side as the washers dinged and already signaled the end of their cycles. He sang quietly as the wads of moist clothes were tossed into adjacent dryers, Kihyun instinctively throwing in dryer sheets and already putting in change to start the machines. He turned and was met with your bewildered stare, eyebrows raised high.

“Why did you just do that for me?” You asked, seeing no reason for him to have gone through all the trouble of automatically putting your clothes to dry.

He shrugged, returning to your side in a few strides.

“Okay, let’s say, for hypothetical purposes, what would it take for you to partake in my game?” Kihyun brought his earlier topic back full circle, eyes still trained on the tumbling clothes in the dryers. You pursed your lips, a tight line in-between them as you thought about his so-called “game”.

“What were you thinking, hypothetically?” You indulged in him for a moment, curiosity nipping at your heels like a yippy dog.

“How about, after these finish up, we go out together? Hypothetically speaking, of course.” Kihyun began to share his idea, the thought of you two going out together already making you anxious. “Then, we see who really can last. Whoever gives in and initiates something first, loses.”

“And the hypothetical prize?” You asked, already getting wet at the mere thought of teasing each other in public. Exhibitionism wasn’t exactly your biggest kink but it certainly was something different and doing it with Kihyun sparked a low fire in your stomach.

This prompted a scoff from Kihyun before he finally turned his head and met your eyes, “Bragging rights, obviously. And maybe a favor from the loser?”

This game suddenly got a lot more interesting.

While Kihyun was already thinking of filthy things he’d have you do after he won, you had other plans. Sure, you’d have to swallow your pride and flirt brazenly with Kihyun but once you won, you’d make him regret it. Maybe make him wear a pretty dress and wait outside for a bus while screaming something to get everyone’s attention? Or possibly you’d make him apologize in person to every woman on campus who he’s slept with and kicked out, including yourself. This was going to be fun, already deeming yourself a winner. After all, you certainly had more resolve than him plus he was the one who had a thing for you, not the other way around.

“Okay, I’ll do it. Under one condition,” You began, trying to hide your excitement in making Kihyun eat his words. The other nodded, already accepting whatever terms you had since it’d mean he’d have you wrapped around his finger shortly. “You have to help me fold this stuff, nicely.”

“Oh that’s too easy. Plus, it lets me get my hands on whatever other pretty pairs of underwear you’ve been holding out on.” Rolling your eyes, you patiently waited for the dryers to finish and your little game to begin soon enough, already plotting serious revenge tactics once you gloat amply in the winner’s circle. Kihyun continued to hum along to a mindless tune, interfering with the one in your ear at the moment. You pulled out the bud and gave him a look, prompting him to smirk and raise an eyebrow, as if to ask what? I wasn’t doing anything wrong.

Gesturing to your headphones, you began to speak, “I’m trying to listen to something here. Maybe sing a little quieter? Or not at all? Thanks sweetcheeks.” You decided the little moniker at the end was aptly put, since he always seemed to use nicknames with you and think it’s alright.

“Sweetcheeks? I’m not even gonna dignify that one with a response. But if you have so much trouble focusing, how about you let me listen to what you’re listening to? That way if I do hum, it’s at least the same song.” He didn’t wait for you to answer, already reaching over for the other side of the headphones and placing it in the proper ear. Listening intently, he instantly recognized the melody and began to hum lowly to the chorus, favoring to harmonizing with the vocals versus just following the same chords. Your eyes were locked onto his figure, swaying softly to the beat as he let himself get lost in the music. His eyes were closed and the dusting of his dark lashes fanned over his glowing cheekbones, looking like absolute art in its finest form. A small peach strand maneuvered its way out his beanie, cascading down over his forehead and the tip of it landing just past his eyes, down the middle. Such a small imperfection and yet it still accented his face in soft staccatos in a way that stole your breath away. His eyes opened up to stare at the offending hair, cross-eyed at the task of focusing on it. Kihyun blew a small puff of air, levitating the strand and you watched it fly up only for it to slowly drift back down to its original position. He tried to blow it away once more and it only made the hair fly away more erratically before once again landing in-between his eyes.  

He finally tore his focus away from the hair to glance over at you, not expecting to find you so entranced with his visage. He smiled slightly, just a gentle upturn of the corners of his mouth as he reveled in your awe. Somewhere in his brain stewed a snarky comment, something that’d make you scoff or roll your eyes in an instant. But Kihyun couldn’t will himself to ruin the moment with his smart mouth, wanting take a picture of you in the moment and keep it forever with him. Why he felt that way, he wasn’t sure.

You finally noticed his eyes on you and you instantly felt your face flush with heat, tearing yourself away from his side and taking interest in tucking your hair fervently behind your ears. Kihyun found the motion cute, and most definitely not subtle. You gnawed on your lip in worrisome nibbles, making it turn redder from the irritation. When it popped out from in-between your teeth, Kihyun felt the air being ripped out from his lungs. Your lips looked utterly perfect, plump and pink and everything that Kihyun wanted to bruise; to ruin and make his forever. Now it was his turn to be taken by your beauty, though he had the advantage of being able to do so more freely, not caring if you noticed or not. He had verbalized his interest in you before, just not as intimately as he was feeling right in this moment.

Sure, he had the want to make you his in the bedroom—wanting to fuck and claim every inch of your sinfully gorgeous body—but now, he saw you as something more delicate, fragile even. He wanted to lay you down, kiss along every crack and crevice your body held, wanting to know the stories behind every childhood scar that dotted your skin. He gulped harshly, feeling cotton-mouthed at the entire revelation, finally feeling something other than lust burning in his veins for the first time in what he was sure was forever. The thoughts both scared and intrigued him, much like a jump down a pitch-black ravine. There was the initial fear of the plunge itself. Then the excitement of the journey down, only to be faced with the destination, whatever it may be. But what if where he landed was nothing like he hoped? Or worse, what if it was not what he wanted?

“Um, earth to moron? Kihyun? Kihyunnie???” Your melodious voice tore him from his thoughts, eyes met with your own as you were bent in front of him with your hands raised, no doubt you had been waving them in front of his face to try and get him back from wherever he’d spaced off to. “The clothes are done, c’mon, you said you’d help.” You tugged at his arm to get him to stand upright and after a small fit of frustration, he finally decided to cooperate and help you fold the two loads from the dryers.

Focused on properly folding a soft gray towel, you hadn’t taken notice of what Kihyun had picked out from his pile of clothes: yet another pair of underwear that you threw in to wash. This time it was black and lacy, a lot more risqué than the previous pair. The sight of it stirred something in Kihyun’s belly, arousal peeking in the edges of his psyche as he imagined the fabric clung tight against your body and hung low on your hips. He’d probably pull them to the side when he’d fuck you, wanting to keep them on you because you looked just so sinfully good in them. His mind was muddled with needy thoughts of you, wanting to hear you beg and whine all pretty, much like the first night you two slept together.

Not wanting a repeat of the previous time he ogled your panties, he stashed the pair in the pocket of his dark-wash ripped jeans, by the tightness at the crotch that began to bloom. He’d make use of them later, sure to bring them up another time and see just how red your face would get. Soon enough, the two of you had finished organizing the clothes and gently stacking them in your baskets, the entire time going well with no event, other than the stolen undergarment Kihyun had hidden away in his clutches. The silence allowed Kihyun’s arousal to wane off to a gentle buzz, a low hum in the background that he could tolerate for a little while longer.

After placing the two full baskets in the backseat of your car, you wiped your slightly clammy palms against the front of your sweats and turned to face Kihyun.

“Well, what did you have in mind for the backdrop to our little game?” You asked, choosing to not beat around the bush any longer. After all, you had menacing plans brewed in your mind and wanted to waste no time in your chances to execute them.

“How about the mall, love? Maybe we go bowling, check out some shops and grab something to eat? That is, if you aren’t already begging me to eat you at that point.” His smile ticked on, igniting the low burn that seemed to always be in your presence when Kihyun’s all-too glorious face reared itself. It would burn especially hot when he did that smirk thing, paired with a wink that sealed a kiss on your core, making it grow wetter at what was promised behind those cocky actions. “How about you go change into something a little more… I would say comfortable but honestly I don’t think it gets any more so than that, other than being naked. Which I’m totally okay with by the way, though I think that’d count as an instant forfeit since it’d be totally unfair.” A scoff made its way out of your maw before you even processed the words out of Kihyun’s, choosing to continue his tangent for him to save yourself the second-hand cringe.

“I’m just gonna go home and change into something more appropriate.” That was a more tasteful choice of words, but even then Kihyun still mockingly pouted at them.

“Aw, baby. You’re no fun.”

“I’m playing this game aren’t I? That alone should get me some points.” You fired back, already getting in the driver’s seat and putting your keys into the ignition, turning it and making the car’s engine roar to life. You watched as Kihyun tried to speak to you through the window, muffled voice making you laugh as he tried to gesture to you wildly. “What was that?” You cupped your palm around your ear, “I can’t quite hear you! You’ll have to speak up!” You giggle at his small tantrum, his hands furiously signing for you to roll down your window. With one last burst of laughter, you decide to pity him and pull the window down, giving Kihyun to opportunity to finally speak.

“God damn Y/N, way to be an ass.” Another fit of giggles erupted out of you, your palm coming up to try and stifle them despite doing a terrible job of it.  “I still don’t have your number. That’s kind of important given the fact you have no idea when or where we’ll be meeting later.” For once, Kihyun actually made decent sense and as much as you didn’t enjoy the idea of Kihyun having your personal phone number and the ability to contact and pester you at any given time, you figured it was bound to happen. Especially if he really did stick around to stay in Changkyun’s close circle of friends.

After a few grumbles, you begrudgingly told him the number sequence for your cell, watching as he proudly tapped away at his own, entering the numbers and instantly saving them under the name Baby Girl ♡ and quickly sending you a text so his number would register on yours.

Unknown Number [2:14 PM]: save me as “best dicking down of your life” ;)

You groaned at his text and was tempted to just toss the phone out the window by his feet and run over it multiple times but thought against it, not wanting to add yet another expense to your already growing pile of bills. Just to spite him, you went to the text and quick-added him to your contact list as Pain In My Ass, turning the phone to show Kihyun his new name.

“You wish honey, we can head that route another time; if you’re down.” He winked, disgust flooding your expression at the fact that he insinuated anal sex would be on you two’s agenda any time soon. Fingers already flying over your keyboard, you decided to just keep it short and simple, a good name that’d double as a warning should his name ever show up in your notifications for any reason.

Turning the phone back to him, you felt pride swell in your chest as his expression turned something sour, an ugly scowl marring his already too pretty features. The sight alone made you bark out in laughter, hand coming up to smack at the steering wheel. His new contact name was fuckboi #1, and you wondered if you’d have gotten the same reaction if you had went with the other nickname you had stewing in your mind.

(Cotton Candy was the other, but at the last second you felt it was too sweet, literally. He would’ve probably said he melts in your mouth, much like the pink and fluffy treat.)

“Aw babe,” You sweetly drawled, relishing in his reaction to everything in the moment, “you’re too cute. I’ll see you later.” Not sparing another moment, you drove off in the direction of your apartment; leaving Kihyun there both stunned and aroused at the nickname you called him.

You’d gotten home just a little while ago, a quick text shot to Kihyun telling him you’d meet him at the food court around 6 o’clock tonight. It gave you time to relax a little and get your game plan all figured out. Taking the time to write a cheat sheet on the notes application on your phone, you began to jot down all your dirty and sneaky ideas for the night. You’d wear something not too revealing but still attractive that you could use to your advantage. The plan was to have him drooling only minutes into your mock date, in a way that he wouldn’t be able to resist getting his hands on you. A few more bullet points down the line, you’re interrupted by a vibration paired with a name dropping down the top of your screen, fuckboi #1 flashing across the top along with the small green message icon.

Smirking at your all-too clever joke, you deemed your list ample enough for the time being and tapped on the notification, screen fading into the text message page for your conversation with Kihyun.

fuckboi #1 [3:08 PM]: what are you wearing tonight?

fuckboi #1 [3:08 PM]: since I want to make sure you’re not being a naughty little cheater tonight

A small laugh left you; of course he’d catch on to such an easy ploy for you to access. Tapping away quickly, your response came to life in no time.

You [3:09 PM]: wouldn’t you like to know?

You [3:09 PM]: for your information, it’s tasteful and hot as fuck

fuckboi #1 [3:10 PM]: so you are going nude then?

Seriously, this kid was too much for you.

fuckboi #1: [3:10 PM]: i stand by your decision sweetheart, can’t wait to see you

You [3:11 PM]: gross

You [3:11 PM]: I’d rather fuck a cactus than be naked with the likes of you

fuckboi #1 [3:12 PM]: wow baby, didn’t realize you were such a masochist

fuckboi #1 [3:12 PM]: i reeled myself a good one

You [3:13 PM]: fuck you

fuckboi #1 [3:14PM]: you’d like that wouldn’t you ;))))

You [3:15PM]: you’re so going down tonight

You [3:15 PM]: babe

Laughter filtered from your mouth as you noticed the sudden lack of snarky responses, the name calling probably already making him weak in the knees. Tonight was going to be so easy, you had it in the bag. At least, you thought you did.

fuckboi #1 [3:19 PM]: let the games begin

fuckboi #1 [3:19 PM]: baby girl

“C’mon Y/N, just give him a chance!” Your friend, Changkyun whined. He was trying to set you up on yet another date for the umpteenth time in the last month. He was so sure you ‘needed to get laid’ even though you told him you were doing just fine.

“You act like I’m trying to find your one true love. I’m just looking out for you and your eventless sex life. You should be thanking me. I’m truly the bestest friend one could have.”

“Oh yeah Changkyun, you’re absolutely a godsend.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes for effect.  

Changkyun wasn’t really far off, you did need some relief but Changkyun’s friends never worked out for you. There was Jeonghan, who was beyond attractive but clearly had his own problems with his so called “friend” who you’re pretty sure was his on-again-off-again boyfriend. Then he had introduced you to Jinyoung. He was hot and cute and definitely something you could work with, but in the end he just didn’t seem interested in you.

After a few more guys and one girl that Changkyun begged for you to give a chance, you decided his blind dates were hopeless.

“Alright, alright. How about this: Jihoon is throwing a party tonight. You come with me as my plus one, you’re welcome by the way, and see if you meet anybody there that’ll take you home and fuck your brains out.”

“Okay 1. Ew. 2. No thanks asshat and 3. Ew.” Sometimes you guys were just too close as friends. His offer was pretty tempting though, it at least gave you the freedom to pick the guy. Plus if it all goes to shit, you could always enjoy the free booze and distraction from your school work.

Changkyun snapped in front of your face, shouting ‘Hellooooo? Earth to Y/N!’ until you finally came back to him. He just raised his eyebrows and looked at you expectantly, waiting for your answer to his invitation.

“Fine, I’ll go, but not for you.” Changkyun fist-bumped the air and hugged you, you took the opportunity to snake your hands down and grab a solid handful of his plump rear. He yelped and pulled back, rubbing at his violated cheeks.

You chuckled mischievously, “That’s for the trouble you’ve been causing me, punk.” He shook his head at you and told you the time for the party tonight. He was having one of his friends come pick him up so you’d be riding with him. Not that it was a big deal or anything, you loved Hyunwoo. He was a huge sweetheart and not hard on the eyes either. You’d be a liar if you said you’ve never fantasized about him all sweaty and out of breath from dance practice before.

The party was due to start in an hour so you hopped in for a quick shower and made sure to cover all the bases. The last thing you wanted was to finally have some babe in your bed only for him to find you in a less than clean state.

As for your outfit, you settled for an easy going dress, it was light and flowy but still hugged your body nicely enough that it’d catch some potential eyes. You paired it with some cuffed boots and a small necklace that lied right above your breasts, a subtle way to accentuate those important features of yours.

“Y/N! Hyunwoo is here! I’m sure you look smoking and everyone there will want to bang you!” Changkyun yelled from the living room as you did some last minute touches to your makeup.

“Hey stupid, did you want the entire building to hear you?” You fired back, ashamed at your roommate/best friend’s serious lack of filter. You came face to face in the living room with Hyunwoo, keys dangling from his fingers as he looked at you in disbelief.

“Wow Y/N, you look fantastic.” He told you, sweet smile in place like always.

“Hey Hyunwoo, if you’re not doing anything tonight, maybe you can do Y/N?” Changkyun wiggled his eyebrows and did a few crude gestures that had you cringing and tossing a pen from your kitchen counter at him. Hyunwoo laughed it off, and you silently thanked him for at least knowing Changkyun well enough that his sense of humor didn’t make him uncomfortable.

You grabbed a jacket off the rack near the door and followed the two boys out, making sure to lock your door before leaving. You really hoped you’d be making use of your keys tonight for something more than just coming home to your hands, all by yourself.

The party was in full swing when you arrived. It surprised you, seeing as you had arrived only a few minutes after it was due to start. Music was playing from speakers in the main room and people were littered all around the house. Jihoon shared the house with a few other students at the college you attended, deciding to just share rent instead of taking up a dorm or an apartment like you and Changkyun had done.

You accidentally bumped into a tall guy with a red cup in his hands, he turned to face you with a smile that made your legs melt. You wondered if he was someone you could seduce into your bed before another girl came up and wrapped her arms around him, guiding him back to a group of friends. You grumbled about losing some prime company for the night before your attention was brought back to your friends.

Jooheon was greeting you, along with Hyungwon. You knew them pretty well as they were close friends with Changkyun and constantly were over at the apartment. Hyungwon gave you a long hug, noticeably holding you a little tighter than usual. When you pulled away, you turned your head to find Jooheon’s eyes glued to your body. You brought your hands around yourself, feeling like you were a bug under a microscope. A dull thud registered in the background before you saw Jooheon cradling the back of his head, Changkyun having knocking him in the head for ogling you so boldly before even giving you a proper hug.

Jooheon apologized and hugged you, wasting no time after releasing you on getting a good look at you. He let out a low whistle that barely made it over the sound of the music before speaking, “Damn Y/N, you’re seriously gonna be breaking some hearts tonight.” You smiled at his comment, feeling much more confident in your ability to get a man tonight.

After a few more words were passed around with the guys, you figured it was about time for you to start flirting. You excused yourself and walked to the kitchen, finding all kinds of alcohol in a variety of assortments. As soon as you spotted some of your favorite bottles, you began to mix together something that you knew would help easer your nerves.

A few others were already in there, some you recognized as friends of friends or just familiar faces from campus. A couple were mashing mouths too close to you so you ducked out of the room as soon as you had your drink to your liking.

You made eye contact with Kim Namjoon, a music major who happened to share an elective class with you. He was always sweet on you and had the cutest dimples on campus. Maybe he could come home with you?

As you tried to sip your drink as flirtatiously as you thought you could, you felt a presence behind you. You ignored the burning feeling on your back and continued to make bedroom eyes at the tall male, his smirk telling you that whatever sexual energy you were channeling in the moment was working. You silently rooted for yourself as you managed to successfully flirt with Namjoon.

Just as you were about to walk over to him and suggest he take this somewhere else, you heard a throat clear behind you.

You turn your body to face the source of the sound and were met head on with a pretty boy with pastel pink hair. He had a face that looked like it was carved from marble and lips so pink you could mistake them for rose petals. He’d be even prettier if he didn’t have such an ugly expression on his face.

“Excuse me, I’d like to actually pass. Could you maybe find somewhere else to tell that dude you’d like to suck his dick? Thanks.” He bit, the sharpness of the words taking you by surprise. Such a nice face and yet such a petty attitude.

You scoffed at him, facing him head on now, “I was not telling him that. I was clearly just enjoying my drink and minding my own business, thank you very much.” If he was gonna act like this, you were going to give him a taste of his own medicine. “Maybe you should use your big boy words and say something more politely next time.”

He looked you up and down, ending his gaze with a disgusted sneer. He snorted and pushed past you, muttering something about having plenty of big boy in him that you’d probably like to see.

How dare he?

Here you were, one lone person in a big house filled with people, plenty of which who were doing much worse things than yourself, and he had the audacity to give you shit? You weren’t even doing anything but standing and drinking!

You shook yourself out of the anger that the boy bubbled out of you to look back up at Namjoon, his attention now caught by some thin girl with an almost see-through dress. You couldn’t believe that ass made you lose a perfect candidate to help you see God tonight. You threw back your cup and drank the remaining liquid that sloshed about in one go, hoping that after you fill up your cup you’d find someone else.

You strode back to the kitchen in anger, nearly stomping your way over but deciding to keep a cool façade in case someone had been eyeing you from afar. You chose a fruitier concoction this time when you mixed your drinks, blending away to make a tart and tasteful drink. After all, you were hoping someone else would be tasting it off your tongue before the night was over.

In the kitchen, the area had seemed to have clear out some. The couple that was there before was no longer dry humping against the counter and some of the younger guys you were shying away from had left, most likely chasing after some girl with a short skirt.

You sighed and leaned against the kitchen counter, peering past the threshold to survey the party. From where you stood, you could see into the living room. You saw Namjoon being clearly led away by the skinny girl and you took a large swig of your drink in resentment. You tore your eyes away and lookd around some more, not noticing someone sneaking up to your side until you felt their hot breath as they whispered in your ear.

“Hey there, need some company?” A soothing voice trailed along your ear lobe, making the hairs on the end of your neck stand up. You turned your head to meet dark and beautiful eyes, such a deep brown that they looked like inky black swimming pools. You were instantly attracted.

His name was Taeyong, he seemed to ooze confidence though you could tell he was still a gentleman by the way he’d let you speak often and always kept his hands at bay. You boldly reached over and took his hand, wrapping it around your own waist until he got the hint and held on. You smiled sweetly as you took another sip of your drink, the sugar sweet taste flooded your senses and suddenly you felt more confident than before.

“This drink is good, did you want to taste some?” You asked, your voice dripping in pure want. Taeyong looked at your eyes then down at your lips and back up, a small nod telling you yes. You had rendered him speechless already. You took a step forward and sealed you lips over his own, feeling like you were kissing plush velvet.

He opened his mouth and darted his tongue out, tasting your mouth and testing the waters. After a few experimental licks, you pushed forward and began to bring your tongue into play. His mouth tasted warm and silky, a deep flavor of whiskey and maybe soda that combatted your own sugary taste.

You moaned lightly, feeling Taeyong’s hands sneak down lower on your waist, grabbing the flesh at your hips. His thumbs mindlessly stroked over the fabric of your dress and you gripped onto his jacket to deepen the kiss.

It was getting good, you had him eating out the palm of your hand. You were just about to pull away and whisper for him to take you home when a voice interrupted your thoughts and heated make out session.

“Excuse me, I want to get past you and your horny friend here so could you move?”

Your head dropped forward at the dulcet voice and you silently cursed whoever was deciding to fuck up your chances of getting laid tonight.

You heard Taeyong apologizing profusely, the gentleman in him releasing his grip on you and turning to make way for the intruder. You turned as well and met eyes with the same pretty boy with a sharp attitude.

You sneered at him, already forming ways of murdering him and places to dump the body. Taeyong pulled out his phone from next to you and realized the time.

“Oh crap, listen, I’m really sorry about this but I have to get home in like 15 minutes because I have this really big test in the morning and—“

You waved your hand at him, telling him you didn’t need to hear anymore. You smiled and exchanged numbers. He gave you a small peck on the cheek before saying goodbye. A true gentleman, you wondered what he was like in bed.

The boy who interrupted you scoffed and you turned to glare at him, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“God, first he’s rubbing all on you and suddenly he’s kissing you on the cheek? Pussy.” He took a drink from his cup and you took it as an opportunity to grill him on his behavior towards you tonight.

“Seriously? He has a little something called ‘manners’ maybe you should look them up sometime. And what even is your problem? There’s all kinds of other people and things happening here and you choose me to pick on? What did I even do to you?” You tried to keep your voice level but the sexual frustration that had been bubbling up was finally at its peak and you’d had enough.

The pink haired guy chuckles and shook his head, as if the answer was clear but you still were in the dark.

“You know, your tits look really great when you cross your arms like that.” He boldly stated, making your head snap down to look at your chest. Your arms had been just underneath them, making it look like they were fuller and bouncier. Your face turned red and you were about to tear him a new one when he lunged forward and took your chin into your hands.

He looked deep into your eyes before nearly whispering, “You seem to really want something if you keep approaching all these guys. You’re so damn stupid though that you don’t realize what’s right in front of your eyes.”

You couldn’t find your voice, your legs slightly trembling at the closeness of the situation. You felt arousal stirring in your underwear but didn’t want to give this douche the benefit of knowing that. You took every ounce of self-control you had in your body and pushed him away, giving him a good sneer.

“You wish buddy. I’ve been ignoring you on purpose. As if I’d want your baby dick anywhere near me.” You spit, remembering that this was the same dude who gave you shit for actually having decent fun at a party. You expected him to fight back, or at the very least be surprised at your words but instead he just stood proud and smirked.

“What makes you so sure it’s small?” You couldn’t believe it. How cocky could one guy be? “Wouldn’t you like to have a look for yourself?”

You wanted to say no.

You really wanted to say no.

But it was a tempting offer, some angry sex that’d satisfy your growing libido and it’d get this dude to finally shut up for once. You were weighing out your options when he began to walk past you.

“Kihyun.”

“I’m sorry?” You asked, wondering what he had said as he passed you.

“That’s my name. Make sure to remember it, you’ll be screaming it later on tonight. I’ll be outside, hurry up before it starts to get too cold.”

You swore you were going to smack him over the head before the end of the night. But he did have a certain sex appeal that you couldn’t deny. You made your way over to Changkyun once Kihyun had left the kitchen, interrupting his drunken conversation with a girl square on his lap.

“Hey, I found someone. I’ll text you with the all clear, okay?” Changkyun smirked and gave you two thumbs up, making the girl on his lap slip off due to his grip no longer being present on her waist. She let out a few choice words to him and you walked away as you heard him say in what you’ve dubbed as his ‘sexy deep porno voice’ baby I’m sorry, lemme kiss it better for you.

You wished you had that effect on the opposite sex.

You grabbed your jacket off the couch you had originally threw it down on (after wrestling it out from underneath a pair of freshman who were deep in a what looked to be a competition as to who could swallow who’s tongue faster) and continued out the door. You hadn’t even said hello to Jihoon the entire night but you’d text him later to say thank you for the party. Right now, there were more pressing matters at hand.

You found Kihyun outside, leaning against a small dark car. You thought it looked like a luxury vehicle but couldn’t really tell in the darkness that blanketed outside.

“Took you long enough, I was about to leave without you.” He smirked as you came closer.

You snorted, “And then what? A repeat of what happens every night? Where you get more acquainted with your hand and a bottle of lotion?”

“Lotion sucks ass for that stuff, you gotta use some high quality lube to get anywhere.”

“You would know that.”

He laughed, and you suddenly noticed how handsome he really was. All shitty personality put aside, he was glowing with natural beauty. His cheekbones were high and he had a few freckles and moles smattered around his face that really accentuated his skin. Which was also flawless. You half-considered asking him about his facial routine because you wanted skin that pure and pretty. But the last thing you wanted to do was stroke his ego any more than the fact you’d be leaving with him.

“Enjoying the view?” He said as he caught you ogling him. You quickly shook your head and walked around his car to the passenger side.

He unlocked the doors and you two stepped before you stopped and realized something. “How much have you had to drink?” The last thing you wanted was to be found dead on the side of the road with this asshole behind the wheel and your underwear wet from arousal.

“Don’t worry, I only had one drink and I drank a lot of water. I’m actually the designated driver for my friends tonight but I’m pretty sure they’re gonna crash here after getting their dicks wet.” You stared at his bold choice of words, his only response was a shrug as he started up the car and began to pull out of the driveway.

The drive was fairly quiet, the radio was softly playing some music that Kihyun hummed along to. You could tell he was a songbird just from his humming. It made you want to hear him sing, but you knew better than that. This was just a quick fuck, nothing serious or permanent. You hoped you’d never lay eyes on his pretty face ever again after tonight.

He looked over at you and could tell your mind was reeling with thoughts, though you hoped he couldn’t tell what you were actually thinking about. You reached a red stoplight so when the car came to a halt, he reached over the median and placed his hand on your thigh.

You eyed it suspiciously, wondering what his ulterior motives are because you were sure he had some. But he didn’t make eye contact with you, he wasn’t even looking in your direction. He was looking forward at the stretch of road in front of him as he mindlessly stroked his thumb against the skin of your bare thigh. It felt oddly reassuring, even though it could easily become something arousing in just seconds.

Your breathing evened out and you let your head fall back against the headrest, closing your eyes and taking in all the sensations at once. The chill air of the car’s air conditioning brought goosebumps to your skin and the soft pads of Kihyun’s fingers seemed to will them away, the strong grip on your thigh making you nothing short of heated.

You could hear him still humming, his short breaths sounding like they themselves were a part of the broken melodies he’d sing. You wanted him to hum along every part of your body, his sweet voice gliding over your skin in the throes of passion.

You gulped and exhaled a shaky breath and the next thing you knew, you had felt Kihyun’s hand patting at your thigh.

He mumbled out softly, “We’re here.” before unbuckling himself from the car and coming around to open your door for you. You completely forgot you were supposed to go to your apartment, not his. Usually you didn’t like to go to your one night stands homes just because you felt it wasn’t very safe.

In the midst of it all, you forgot to tell him this so now you were parked at some apartment complex you knew was near the university you attended. You suddenly felt much more nervous at the whole encounter and you wondered if getting laid was really worth it.

Kihyun once again seemed to feel your nerves getting the best of you and he pushed you against the car as you got out, eyes boring into your own.

“Listen. I can tell you’re about to jump out of your own skin so I’ll give you a choice: We can forget about everything that’s happened so far tonight and I can take you home so you can take care of yourself, or I can take you into my apartment, fuck you into my mattress for being so damn bitchy tonight and I’ll make up for my behavior in the morning with some homemade breakfast. I just need you to decide fast baby girl, I’ve been holding back tonight and it’s starting to hurt.”

You took in the last few words he had said before glancing down to his very prominent problem in his ripped jeans. It was no doubt painfully hard and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make your mouth water with just the sight of it.

It was sweet that he gave you the choice, most guys would at the very least demand you to suck them off for their trouble. The fact that he was willing to not only forget everything from tonight but also take you all the way home was what made you choose.

Next thing you knew, your hand was flush against his bulge and you heard Kihyun’s breath hitch at the sudden contact. He looked at you before growling and attacking you lips while you ground your palm into him. His hips moved into the contact and you moaned at his talented mouth on your own.

“Inside. Now.”

If there were any words that could make you soaked in that moment, it was those two.

The two of you were connected by the mouth nearly the entire way up the stairs to his apartment door, stopping once when Kihyun nearly pushed you back down the steps. He gripped your waist tightly and pulled your body flush to his. His breath fanned across your face as he apologized.

After that little stunt, you two decided to wait until you reached the door to continue kissing. He fiddled with his keys as you moved your mouth down from his own to his neck, peppering kisses and stopping to suck harshly at a spot behind his ear that had Kihyun keening. He gripped your shoulders hard and pushed you back.

“You gotta wait sweetheart, unless you want me to fuck you senseless out here for everyone to see?” Kihyun breathlessly asked, his voice dripping with lust. “Does that turn you on? Everyone knowing what a good little girl you are?”

You couldn’t help but tense at the words, feeling yourself get more aroused by the second.

Kihyun chuckled darkly, head lolling back for a second before he returned his hungry gaze on you once again. “Maybe next time, I’d like to fuck you in private first.”

You heart leapt at his words. Next time? Usually you never slept with someone twice unless you were dating. It caused too many problems, feelings and such. But you couldn’t deny the pit of arousal that grew in your stomach at the thought of doing this all over again. It made your heart race in ways no one had ever made it before.

After unlocking his door, Kihyun pulled you in and pushed you against his door, stopping only to throw his and your jackets onto the small table that sat by the door. He quickly brought his lips to yours again, placing his hand on your neck to guide your tongue into his mouth. He bit down on the your plump bottom lip and tugged, your reaction instantly turning him in on as you moaned and writhed a bit against the door. Kihyun shoved his thigh in-between your legs and dropped his head to mouth along your neck.

As he reached your ear, he tugged on your ear lobe and whispered a husky breath into your ear, “Ride my thigh baby girl, you deserve it after being so good.” His words instantly made you melt and you felt compelled to follow his instructions.

You were never so submissive when it came to sex, sometimes even taking the dominant role since many of the guys you’d been with didn’t know what satisfied you. But Kihyun seemed to know every button to push inside you and he was working magical combinations that made you putty in his hands.

His thigh tensed underneath you and you grinded your clothed core down on it, feeling pleasure burst before your eyes as sweet friction finally met your sex. Kihyun moaned into your ear and went back to attack your neck, lavishing it with long laps of his tongue and sharp nips. His teeth were small but still managed to make you squirm with every bite and scrape.

Kihyun trailed lower, thigh still giving you the time of your life as he dipped down to bite at your collarbones. His head hovered right over your breasts and you ran your hands up to thread them in his pink locks. His hair was surprisingly silky smooth despite the obvious wear-and-tear it most definitely had to have gone through to achieve such a rosy color. You pulled hard and Kihyun growled, pushing you further into the door and his head instantly dove in between the valley of your chest. He sucked and nipped over the tops of them before boldly shoving his hand in between the fabric of your dress and your skin.

He tugged out your breasts and stopped to look at them in awe.

He smirked but his eyes never left your chest. “No bra? My, my, what a naughty girl you’re turning out to be.” Kihyun drawled and his words unconsciously made you grind down on his thigh. Kihyun chuckled at the action but quickly returned to kissing your chest.

He sucked on your left nipple, tasting the small sheen of sweat that shown over the surface of your skin while his hand toyed with the other. You squirmed in his hold, every touch on your body sending shocks up and down your spine. Kihyun looked up from his spot on your breast, mouth still latched and you saw that motherfucker smirk. You wanted to pull him off and show him you weren’t his little toy but he was doing things to you that you just couldn’t explain.

You just wanted to do every filthy thing he told you because you knew he’d praise you for it and most likely reward you. The mere thought of that made your body break out it tremors, your skin sang with overstimulation and you shook in his hold.

Kihyun reached behind you to undo your dress, finally pulling his mouth away to help you step out of the flimsy piece of fabric that once covered your body. He took a step back and admired your body in full, eyes trailing over every inch of you nearly nude figure.

“Stunning. Absolutely stunning, baby girl.” His words should’ve made you uncomfortable, made you shy away and hide your body from his hungry eyes but instead they only fueled your arousal. He looks at you like a lion watches his meal, wishing to devour every little bit of you and you would gladly let him. Hell, you’d thank him.

“I bet you’re just soaked through those panties of yours though, let me help you with that.”

Kihyun stepped forward, replacing the pressure that his thigh was once giving your core with his hot palm instead. He stroked the smooth fabric of your underwear, smirking at the very obvious wetness that was prominent at the very center of them. You wanted his mouth back on you, wanted his sinful hands all over you.

But more than anything, you wanted to taste him.

“Kihyun… please.”

This made Kihyun look up at you, his eyes leaving the tantalizing sight of your body to meet your own. “Please what? I can’t possibly know what you want.” He teased, voice sounding much like he was singing rather than speaking. You whimpered at what he insinuated, knowing full and well that you wouldn’t get anything from him until you explicitly told him. It was time to swallow your pride or go home with your head hanging low and underwear soaked.

“I want to help you,” You began, legs still trembling from either fear or pleasure, you still weren’t sure, as you reached to cup his length in your palm. Kihyun eyes fluttered shut and you took in the momentary lapse of control, seeing Kihyun at what you thought was his weakest and most vulnerable. It aroused you more than it really should have.

Kihyun’s eyes were still screwed tight in pleasure as he finally had some sweet relief on his unbelievably hard erection. You took this moment to drop to your knees in front of him, mouthing at his clothed cock and Kihyun’s eyelids flew open. He nearly got whiplash at how quick he looked down, catching an eyeful of you on your knees, almost bare and kissing along the bulge in his jeans. The sight alone nearly made Kihyun blow right then and there.

But he liked to think he had better stamina than that.

He quickly made work of the buttons on his pants, your mouth never stopping as it trailed up to the waistband of his underwear. Kihyun took a deep breath in and continued to pull his pants and briefs down, eyes trained on you as you took in the sight before you.

Kihyun was certainly not the small thing you had earlier assumed.

Sure, it wasn’t some monster thing that’d you’re sure only existed in terrible pornos but he was lean and lengthy, not too thick but just enough that you knew it’d fill you up well. Your mouth damn near watered at the sight.

Kihyun took himself in his hand, stroking a few time to coax more slick out and smoothening it down his length. He tapped on your lips with the head, you pursed them to give it a quick kiss before opening your mouth for him.

As your lips wrapped around the girth of his head, you suckled lightly resulting in Kihyun moaning a lot louder than you had anticipated. The sound was like a sweet melody to your ears and you wanted to hear more. You began to lavish his length with long licks and laps with your tongue, earning several whines, whimpers and moans from the man above you.

Even though he was seriously dominant, you had to admit that he moaned a lot like a submissive partner would. Either way, it was a serious turn on as you kept working your mouth skillfully up and down his cock, stopping to give him a few strokes with your own delicate hands. He would mutter things about how small your hands looked on him, how soft they were and how sweet your sinful mouth was. You were afraid to stroke his ego but he certainly had no problem with boosting yours.

Kihyun breathed heavily over you, hands finding their way to your hair and at first, they were a comforting touch. He would pet and smooth your hair, every so often gripping slightly when you’d suck just a little harder than before. But after a few minutes of sweet, tender hands keeping your hair away from your face and mouth, he suddenly began to go feral.

His fingers tightened around your locks, gripping harshly and holding your head steady as he’d pump into your open and willing mouth. Your gag reflex wasn’t the best there was but you’d given enough head to at least keep the choking at bay, signaling every now and then to stop and breathe in between some of Kihyun harder thrusts.

“You doing okay baby?” Kihyun sweetly asked, his soft hands coming back to smooth out the kinks he had put into your hair. His voice drawled heavily, a small lisp present as what you assumed was his tongue being too full and heavy in his mouth to pronounce properly.

His words caught you by surprise, such an intimate and filthy act you were committing and here Kihyun was, talking to you so delicately you felt you’d break under his warm words and soft gaze. You nodded, not trusting your recently abused mouth to handle proper words just yet.

Kihyun smiled, a lot fonder than you’d thought he was capable of before pulling you up off your knees and bringing his mouth to yours in a forceful kiss. It took you a moment before you realized he was tasting himself on your tongue, groaning at the bitter tang that mixed with your sweet tartness.

Next thing you know, you’re against the wall of his apartment, underwear long forgotten on the ground as Kihyun pumped two fingers deep in you, muffling your cries of pleasure against his own hot and groaning mouth.

He mumbles an apology as he roughly fingers you open, telling you how much he needs you now. You surrender yourself to his harsh treatment and gentle words, head spinning with the two polar opposites that are coming at you head on.

Kihyun deems you stretched enough and he steps over to his jeans, leaving you feeling a chill from the sudden lack of body heat warming your bones. He bent over to rummage through his pockets, finding his wallet where he kept a square foil, no doubt a condom.

You had to admit, his ass was pretty nice.

Kihyun caught you staring at his rear and shot you a smirk and wink before striding back over to you, looking still as pretty as ever even with his massive hard on bouncing as he stepped.

He approached you, giving you a passionate kiss before lining himself up, reaching to grip the bottom of your left thigh. He cradled the muscle and raised it higher, allowing you to spread more for him and his member. You felt it breach your soaking core, the stretch already making itself known as he eased himself in further and further.

He entered inch by inch, whispering sweet nothings and dirty words deep into your ear. Just his raspy voice and heavy breathing had you shaking in his hold, feeling like you were about to burst at any moment and he’d barely touched you.

Kihyun seemed to sense this and suddenly rammed into you, the force of it knocking the breath straight out of your lungs. He braced himself against you, your back flat against the wall and your leg hitched high up onto his hip as he began a merciless pace. He rocked your bodies back and forth, the sounds of skin slapping skin and wet, heavy breaths filled his stylish apartment. You held on tight against his shoulders, letting him dictate the pace knowing you’d hit your limit soon.

Kihyun whined at the feeling of your body hugging him, his words coming out in stutters and shakes as he tried to steel his nerves to the velvety insides of you. “God, you feel so damn good baby. So tight and hot and wet, so perfect.” He growled out, taking your mouth once more in hungry, feverish kisses that felt like they were bruising your lips. He bit and licked around your mouth, leaving no space unexplored as you reached around and gripped the hair at the base of his head.

You tugged hard as you brought yourself even closer, standing higher than before and giving Kihyun a new and much deeper angle to hit you with. Bursts of sensations were flashing hot across your body as you neared your release, Kihyun’s thrusts getting harder and harder the more you pulled on his hair.

A tangle of nerves settled in the pit of your stomach, slowly unwinding as Kihyun brought his head down to pepper kisses across your chest, similar to how this had all began.

He bit harshly, once twice and wrapped his sinful lips around your nipple. The several sensations around your body became too much to handle, the twine inside you unraveling as you moaned out Kihyun’s name, loud enough for his neighbors to hear. Kihyun steadied himself and thurst even harder, determined to make you see stars.

But you didn’t.

You saw colors for a brief second before pitch black, not realizing you’d shut your eyes in immense pleasure as Kihyun burst you open in what you thought was one of the most intense orgasms of your entire life.

As your juices began to slosh and trickle around your core, Kihyun’s moves became sloppier, clearly nearing his own end. All it took was you breathlessly whispering his name in his ear to come, groaning a beautiful alto into your ear. He rode out his high for a few seconds, rolling his hips against yours once or twice more before submitting to the sensitivity his body had put up in a cry to stop.

He pulled out slowly, hand wrapped deftly around his base to keep the condom in place. Once he was fully unsheathed from you, he pulled off the condom, tying it off and tossing it in the direction of the trash bin in the living room. You weren’t sure if he’d made it or not, but you figured he’d have to pick it up one way or another at some point.

You two were catching your breaths, still present arousal filled the air as you took gulps of air in. The apartment stunk of sex, no doubt. But it was an amazing afterglow, nonetheless. Kihyun gave you a dazzling smile that made you realize just how weak your legs felt before he darted forward to catch you.

He chuckled, most likely at his own ability to render you paralyzed, before murmuring into your ear, a tad more loving than you thought was appropriate, “C’mon princess, let me take you to a real bed. You can sleep it off there and I’ll make you that amazing breakfast I promised you in the morning.”

You nodded numbingly at his words, up for anything he had to offer at that point. You two settled into his plush bed, hugging each other intimately as you quickly drifted off to sleep. Sex always made you sleepy, without fail.

You woke up the following morning to the sounds of dulcet tones singing heartedly from a distance. You opened your eyes slowly, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings of the room you’d slept in. It was surprisingly tidy, a small book shelf with plenty of books from all kinds of genres. Assortments of papers and notebooks were organized on a desk next to a window covered in silk curtains. The sun shone through slightly, warming up the bed you were laying on. Nude.

You smiled as you recollected the night’s events, finally taking care of your own sexual frustrations and finding someone who gave you a run for your money. It was nice to have someone who could keep up with you, able to take control and still give you the ultimate power.

Plus all the fighting got you hot and bothered pretty quickly so the sex itself was amazing.

You never thought Kihyun would be so caring, maybe if you’d judged him solely on his looks, then yes. But after he spit such harsh words at you throughout the night, after he let his cockiness run its mouth, you knew better.

At least, you thought you did.

Until he became so mind numbingly tender during your session last night. It was so sugar sweet, laced in honey and dripping in cream. Kihyun was truly a wild card, and you wanted to know more about him.

You slipped on what looked like his shirt from the night before and strode out the bedroom, rubbing at your still sleep riddled eyes. You opened them as you approached what you assumed was the kitchen, if the delectable smells coming from inside were anything to go by.

You were greeted by a warm smile and a very shirtless Kihyun. He silently gestured to the plate that sat on the kitchen counter, turning back to tend to some bacon pieces still sizzling on a pan on the stove.

The plate was filled with eggs, toast, some bacon pieces and a few strawberries. Next to it sat a full glass of orange juice and a small tray that carried common breakfast condiments: butter, jams and jellies, salt, pepper, sugar and syrup. You were genuinely surprised at the thoughtfulness of all of it. You had trouble keeping guys to stay in bed for more than 10 minutes after sex, let alone staying the whole night and making you a gourmet breakfast.

“Morning sunshine, you feeling okay gorgeous?” Kihyun asked, eyes still trained on the bacon that popped with heated grease the crispier they got. You hummed and sat at the counter, the stool a little higher than you’d like considering your lack of underwear.

Kihyun resumed his earlier singing, although it was a few knocks lower than before. You wondered if he meant to wake you with his voice earlier. It’d be the most beautiful alarm clock you’d ever had. You tore into the breakfast Kihyun made you, everything tasting just as delicious as it looked and smelled. You groaned at the flavors you were experiencing, the sound of it cutting Kihyun’s singing off as he turned to look at you.

“Mmm baby, taste good?” Kihyun asked, smirking at the clear innuendo. You just nodded, not really caring for his perverse thoughts as you just selfishly wondered if you could make Kihyun your personal chef if you sucked him off enough. Kihyun laughed, brightly and open mouthed. The whole thing looked so beautiful, like sunshine was literally bouncing off Kihyun’s smile.

Your tender moment was suddenly interrupted by rapt knocks on the front door, hurried and one after another. You gave Kihyun a confused look while he simply sighed, as if this was a regular occurrence in the mornings. He stepped out and you craned your neck to watch him saunter over to the door. You wouldn’t admit you were clearly checking out his physique in the morning light.

Before even opening the door, Kihyun stopped and pinched the bridge of his nose before swinging it open. Without looking up, he greeted the obnoxious guest with a sarcastic voice, “Good morning Mingyu.”

“Okay I know I do this a lot but your cooking smells so damn good and you had killer loud sex last night so I at the very least deserve something for my troubles, right?” The tall blond man on the other side of the door began to ramble on, clearly wanting to indulge in the wonderful cooking you had the pleasure of experiencing. You flushed at the mention of the sex last night, forgetting about just how loud you got once you neared your climax.

You ignored the rest of hushed and hurried voices at the door as you practically inhaled your breakfast. As much as you wanted to enjoy this moment and make it last, you knew better. This was just a onetime thing, a good and quick fuck to get yourselves back to normal. You weren’t going to overstay your welcome any more than you’d already had.

Besides, you had class in roughly an hour and a half. At least, you figured that was a good enough excuse to duck out of there before you let your feelings and mouth get the better of you.

If Kihyun offered up anything, whether it was another round of sex or starting up something between the two of you, you didn’t really trust yourself to say no in the moment.

After Kihyun seemed to finally get that Mingyu guy to leave, he returned to find you placing your dishes in the sink, hurriedly rinsing them in hopes to avoid confrontation. Confusion crossed his features and he came up behind you, burying his nose in the nape of your neck.

He hummed into the space between your neck and shoulder and the vibrations nearly made you melt. But you needed to be strong.

“I have to go to class soon, so I better get going.” You said, wondering if it came out as coldly as it felt to say it. The expression on Kihyun’s face when you turned answered the question well enough, he looked sad, disappointed almost? But he quickly recovered, bringing back his usual cocky smile as he nodded.

“Yeah, me too. This was fun, I’ll see you around?” There it was, the usual words whenever you dealt with one night stands. It was the ‘obviously we enjoyed ourselves but let’s not make this a thing and let’s try to not see each other again’ spiel. Something you were far too familiar with.

You nodded with his words, looking for your clothes that were scattered around the apartment. You took off Kihyun’s shirt, sliding on you underwear and putting your dress back on, silently cursing yourself for wearing something that gave you so much trouble to close by yourself.

“Um… Kihyun?” You heard him hum in the background, clearly listening to you and cueing you to continue. “Could you maybe help me out with my dress? I can’t really close it properly.” You felt his steps come nearer before warm hands replaced yours on the zipper behind you. His fingertips grazed the smooth planes of your back, making you involuntarily shiver. He gripped your dress firmly, pulling up the zipper with ease and care. His breath fanned over the base of you neck and you wondered if he was going to come any closer and possibly kiss your neck. The thought alone had you humming in pleasure. You heard Kihyun let out a small chuckle before stepping away.

“Better get going now, don’t wanna be late.” He said before handing you your jacket and opening the door for you. He hadn’t even bothered to ask if you needed a ride or anything.

You were completely right the first time around: Kihyun was truly an asshole.

You scoffed and stepped out of his apartment, feeling colder than ever as you tried to shake last night off of you. Hopefully this was the last time you’d ever step foot inside there, and the last time you’d see Kihyun.

You called Changkyun and he quickly came by and picked you up. He wasn’t usually a morning person but he’d been up half the night waiting for you to call or text with juicy details about last night. Needless to say, he was severely disappointed when you waved him off and told him you didn’t want to talk about it. You were happy he didn’t press any further but half of you wanted to tell him everything, wanted for him to help you figure out this mess of emotions you were feeling.

“Oh! I forgot to mention, I invited a friend to join us for lunch after class today! He just transferred from some preppy university, apparently he got some kind of business deal to open a store here in this part of town so he switched schools to finish studying here. He’s cool but since he’s new, he doesn’t have many friends. Please try to not scare him off Y/N. Our social circle is maddeningly miniscule as is.” Changkyun mentioned as he drove you two back to your apartment.

“’Maddeningly miniscule’? Who are you and what have you done to my meme of a best friend?” You asked, curious at the younger’s new vocabulary. He beamed and said his new friend was practically a genius and taught him a bunch of new words. Who was this kid and why was he tainting your dorky friend?

One long shower and an ever longer class later, you met up with Changkyun outside of the building, walking towards your favorite lunch spot. It was a small café that was owned by some small family, they were aging quickly but were sickeningly sweet and always made the best pastries in town.

“Y/N, my friend said he’d meet us at the café, his class is running a little late.” You nodded and entered the café, praising the warm air that filtered inside. You stepped up to the counter and ordered your usual, a mocha coffee, whatever their special sandwich of the day was (today was ham and provolone on rye) and some sugar cookies. You patiently waited as Changkyun ordered and you two stepped off to find somewhere to sit.

Usually you two would sit at a small table for the two of you or you’d take up one of the big corner booths when you came with your whole squadron of friends. But today you’d be a party of three, so neither choices suited you two well. Changkyun chose a small booth by the window, letting you know that you could sit by yourself on one side while he’d comfort his new friend on the same side as him.

Soon enough, your names were called and you retrieved your food. Changkyun insisted that you wait until his friend showed up before eating but you were hungry and at this point, you weren’t even sure this “friend” existed.

“It looks to me like he’s a no show Kyunnie. Face it dude, you’ve been stood up.” You told Changkyun honestly as you took a big bite out of your sandwich.

“Maybe you’re right. I dunno man, he just seemed like such a cool guy, I didn’t think he’d do this. I’m really sorry Y/N, I promise next time I’ll—“ Changkyun stopped mid-sentence and you looked up to find him smiling past you, looking at something behind you.

“Hey! You made it! We’re over here!” He shouted, beckoning whoever over to you two. You weren’t exactly presentable in the moment, as you had just taking a huge bite of your sandwich and you hadn’t finished chewing yet. So you hurriedly finished the last few bites before swallowing and reaching to take a large drink of your coffee, easing the sandwich you had just scarfed down.

It was then that a coat-clad body with a mess of pastel pink hair approached your table, smiling widely at Changkyun as he directed his line of vision towards you.

“Kihyun, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Kihyun, the guy I told you about!” Changkyun excitedly introduced the two of you. You spit out whatever coffee you had left in your mouth, quickly covering your mouth when you realized what you’d done.

Kihyun’s mouth gaped even after the disgusting action you just did, and Changkyun quizzically looked between the two of you. He was adorably clueless and none the wiser.

“Do you two know each other or something?”

You couldn’t believe your eyes.

Here was the man who gave you admittedly one of the best orgasms of your entire life and managed to make your heart go all kinds of tender within one night who also nearly tossed you out of the apartment you’d never thought you’d go to, less than 6 hours ago.

He blinked a few times before everything finally seemed to click, almost audible to your ears as his entire expression shifted. Kihyun smiled smugly at you, bowing slightly as a proper greeting before sliding into the booth next to Changkyun.

“Um, Y/N? Aren’t you going to say hi? Or at least clean up the mess you made? Which by the way, gross.” Changkyun pointed out the puddles of half coffee half spit on your table and you shook out of your trance to reach for some napkins, busying yourself with cleaning so you wouldn’t have to look up and make eye contact with the devil himself.

You heard a throat clear before Kihyun’s voice began to travel to your ears, just as melodious as it was this morning.

“So Y/N, is it?” You nodded. “You look familiar, have we met before?” You were going to strangle him. Hell, you would’ve done it right here and right now, damn any witnesses inside the café, if Changkyun wasn’t there. He seemed excited to have met Kihyun, for what reason you have no idea, and the last thing you wanted was to take away a friend from him. Especially since his best friend Jooheon is constantly busy with schoolwork lately and Hyungwon is always too lazy to do anything. He needed another guy friend around and he seemed dead set on making that Kihyun. Unfortunately for you.

Silence.

In all honesty, you didn’t want to answer him. You didn’t even want to acknowledge his presence, let alone play his little game. But then you peeked up and saw Changkyun’s puppy eyes, the ones that you were always so weak for. He got whatever he wanted anytime he put them to use and it became a deadly weapon for him when he really wanted something. But this time, his eyes were soft and shaking, waiting for you to answer his friend. His friend you thought, sighing loudly and realizing that you can’t act sour and mess this up for him. He meant too much for you and just because you couldn’t keep your legs shut doesn’t mean you should make his life miserable.

“No Kihyun, I don’t think we’ve ever crossed paths before. Trust me, I think I would’ve remembered.”

Your biting sarcasm went right over Changkyun’s head, his pure little mind too enveloped in his best friend and new friend finally properly communicating.

“No, no, I’m certain I’ve seen you before Y/N. Maybe on the news or something?” You gave him a dirty look, wondering where he was going with this.

“Kihyun, I don’t think Y/N knows you, she says she would’ve remembered you and I believe her. I mean, after all, you’re really handsome and you have bright pink hair that I think would be hard to forget.” Changkyun innocently interjected as he sipped on his drink.

He wasn’t wrong, that pink hair was definitely something you couldn’t toss out of your memory no matter how hard you tried. All you could think about was how you gripped it when he rammed you into the wall, tearing moans out from you. You pressed your thighs together, trying to put a stop to both your thoughts and feelings before you were too far gone. He wasn’t that good, was he?

Kihyun smirked again, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he began to speak again. “Oh! Now I remember! It was from something my friend Hoseok showed me, a picture from Instagram about this hot girl and her friends. You were on the side or something, I think.”

You knew exactly what photo he was talking about.

It was a stupid dare Changkyun made you do. The local sorority was hosting a car wash for “charity” and all the girls were wearing bathing suits under huge white t-shirts, soaked until they were see-through and clinging to their bodies. Changkyun had asked one of your friends who was in the sorority if you could join them, as you were just dying to help out the cause.

Next thing you knew, you were changed into your bathing suit and they had given you your shirt, already instructing you to wash some fuck boy’s huge pickup truck. Along with some of the other girls and your friend, who was much more attractive than you in your opinion.

You knew Changkyun and his friends were watching, hooting and hollering whenever one of the girls got soaked or when it was time to start rinsing a car. You felt completely out of your element but a couple of guys had complimented you as you worked on the truck, making you feel at least subpar to the other girls.

It was afterwards when the guy who owned the truck wanted a picture with all the girls who worked on it and you reluctantly lined up with the rest of them, your friend grabbing you close by the hip and telling you to relax and just smile. The picture had ended up all over social media, your friend reposting it on her own Instagram and tagging you in it.

This same friend had an on-again-off-again fuck buddy thing with a physical education major named Shin Hoseok, which was no doubt the same Hoseok that Kihyun had been talking about, who would of course have that picture saved on his phone.

You were beginning to realize that this world is far too small.

“Y/N I think he’s talking about the Mu Sigma Upsilon annual charity car wash that you helped out at! I told her to join them, she’s always so lame and boring that I dared her to do something interesting for once!” Changkyun boasted, not knowing just how adventurous you actually were, if having sex with a random guy in his apartment just an hour short of having an argument with him was anything to go by. “Didn’t she look smoking? The wet t-shirt look really works for her, if wasn’t so close to her, I’d tap that.”

Once again, you choked on your drink. Changkyun needed to learn how to use a damn filter. Or at least warn you before one of these times you do actually choke and die on your drinks. That’d be an interested tombstone for sure.

Before you could derail the conversation and steer it away from talk about you and your body in a wet tee, Changkyun gestured to Kihyun to scoot out of the booth to let him out. He excused himself to go off to the restroom and that left Kihyun and you sitting at the table awkwardly.

“So…” you began, hoping to ease the tangible unease that hung in the air.

“Would you ever do it again?”

You looked up at him and confusion struck your face, “I’m sorry?”

“You heard me.” He asserted himself, relaxing back into the booth and looking cockier than ever. You wanted to smack the damn smirk off his face. Or maybe get under the table and suck him off right then and there.

You really needed to stop.

A twinge of arousal shot between your legs and you closed them tight, needed to stamp out every one of your dirty thoughts before you really did something you’d regret. You cleared your throat as you tried to figure out how to answer his question. You assumed he was asking if you’d ever sleep with him again and your mind screamed for you to answer no but your body refused to leave it at that. If he gave the opportunity to hop on his lap and ride him until he broke, you weren’t sure you could reject such an offer. And that’s what truly scared you. No one ever got under your skin this much, usually you could get over it with a quick fuck or a night with your favorite vibrator. But here was this asshole with his smug grin and stupid hair that you wanted to tug on until he whined and begged you to take him all in. You wanted to abandon every belief system you had regarding one night stands, willing to toss out the rule book you had mentally created back in high school when you first started fooling around with the opposite sex.

“If I gave you one of my t-shirts, would you wear it to it?” Kihyun’s voice rang out, pulling you out of your thoughts and making you realize you had yet to answer him. But this follow-up question didn’t make any sense and just confused you further. What was he talking about ‘his t-shirt’?

Kihyun scoffed, looking off around the café before tearing his back off the booth to lean forward on the table, into your personal space. It obviously looked like he was trying to hide something, to keep it low enough that prying ears wouldn’t hear. “Are you deaf? Those car washes are annual, right? And you looked different enough to the point that I’d assume it was roughly about a year ago. So when they announce it, will you join again but this time wear my t-shirt?”

The words came as a surprise, not at all what you were expecting or imagining. He was insinuating he wanted to see you first hand, wearing something of his that’ll cling to your frame and give him plenty to imagine. Usually the girls’ boyfriends or boy toys would give the girls the shirt off their backs, a symbol of their possession on them. It was superficial at best but it was still really hot for both parties involved. And here was Kihyun, a man you barely knew and most likely despised, asking you to wear his shirt as if he owned you. The thought both offended and aroused you.

You were going to have whiplash by the end of the day just from your emotions whirling around your brain.

“As if. That’d mean I’m yours, which I most certainly am not.” You shook your head and tried to act as coolly as you could, trying to keep your body language from giving him the wrong message. The one that was begging him to take you right here and show everyone who you really belonged to.

He laughed at you. Literally laughed. Clearly you weren’t any good at hiding your true feelings.

Changkyun came back to the table and you silently thanked him for his timing but when you spared him a glance, you saw his entire front was soaking wet.

Kihyun saw as well and began, “Do I even want to ask?”

When Changkyun shook his head no, you started laughing at his misery, deciding it was karma for him befriending your douchebag hook-up. “What ‘Kyun, does your aim suck that much?” You teased, laughing louder when he only responded with a deadpan expression and a middle finger shot straight in your direction. You were going to milk this for all its worth and he certainly wasn’t going to live it down.

“Shut up Y/N. For your information, the damn urinal broke and sprayed me. Probably couldn’t believe how big I am.” He tried to save face by acting coy but you only laughed harder at the truth of the situation. Kihyun had joined you as well and Changkyun truly couldn’t believe that just a few minutes a lone with you already turned him evil.

Oh, if only he knew…

“Whatever, I need to head back to the apartment to shower and Kihyun and I have a class in like an hour so he can come with.”

That got you to shut your mouth. You knew it was too good to be true, fate never shown its bright light on you often and it rarely lasted long. You began to sputter, trying to find some semblance of an excuse to keep him away from your home, your safe haven, the one and only place he can’t attack you with his damned good looks or sinful hands. But all your efforts proved futile as Changkyun tossed you the keys to the car and demanded you drive.

As you walked to the car, you couldn’t help but feel eyes on the back of you, watching your every move. You don’t really know if it made you uncomfortable or if it just spurred on your ego, giving you something to be smug about. You weren’t Kihyun, you didn’t channel cocky energy like it’s nothing. Confidence alone was a tough issue for you, constantly feeling like less than those around you even though they’ve reassured you plenty of times that you’re pretty enough, smart enough, good enough.

The car ride was relatively quiet, as surprising as it was that Kihyun was capable of keeping his big mouth shut for longer than 2 seconds. Even when he had his mouth plenty occupied, he managed to make sounds and you knew that all too well. So you weren’t shy of impressed when you finally got home and unlocked the door to yet have heard a peep from the other boy.

Changkyun quickly invited in Kihyun, giving him a small tour and instructions on how to work the TV, giving him permission to eat whatever and watch whatever as long as he didn’t delete his Bewitched recordings. Why he loved that show so much was beyond you.

He left the room and you heard the shower head power on, a loud stream pelting the bathtub and indicating that Changkyun most likely already undressed and inside the shower already. You sighed and took off your coat, slumping down on your couch, as far as Kihyun as possible.

He smirked at your clear body language and how you were trying to avoid the inevitable. You were trapped in your small apartment with the man you loathed, the mere sight of him seething your blood and every nerve inside you, down to the bone. And you were still trying to act like you could just make him disappear if you ignore him long enough.

Unfortunately, that wonderful silence from earlier didn’t last much longer. It was nice was it lasted.

“So you never really answered my question. Just tell me the truth.”

The TV powered on as you tried to tune him out to the show selections you were trying to choose from.

He humphed and sat down on the couch next you, a little too close for comfort. “The silent treatment, huh? Listen, just get over yourself and realize you’re attracted to me. It’ll make things so much easier on you, trust me.”

“Trust you? Why in the ever loving fuck would I do that? What am I, some kind of mad woman?” You thought you could keep your head level but everything about Kihyun just made your blood boil and you couldn’t decide if it made you want him more or not.

“What’s your problem? You act like last night wasn’t good for you too. Last time I checked, you were crying out my name and working me like it was your damn job.”

You were going to kill him, no doubt about it.

“It was wrong! I barely know you and I knew you even less last night! It was such a dumb thing to do, I wasn’t thinking clearly. All I wanted was to go home with someone and have a good time and instead I got you and—“

“And? You had a good time, didn’t you? What’s it matter that it was with me? Looked to me like you were flirting with plenty of people last night, and I’m pretty sure you knew just about as much of them as you know of me.”

He had a point. And you hated that. You were at a loss for words, wanting not to be proven wrong because that meant he was right and that’d skyrocket his ego so high up you’d never be able to live it down.

“At least those people had manners, they were nice to me. You were just rude and callous and wrong. Everything that a woman should hate.”

“But?”

“What do you mean ‘but’? What I said is what I said.” You were seriously getting frustrated with this kid. How you were holding back from swinging was beyond you.

“Clearly you’re attracted to me, so obviously something about me makes up for all those bad things you think I am.” That damn smirk made a comeback, forever plastered on his flawless face. It just wasn’t fair.

“There is no ‘but’, you’re a terrible person. Period. Nothing about you is attractive and I certainly will not be doing a repeat of—“

“Oh my god, just shut up. Do us both a favor and get on my lap already.”

Air literally escaped your lungs at his words, leaving you speechless. Did you hear right? What is he talking about?

Just in that moment, you glanced over at his lap, finding it tented and obviously hiding his raging hard on. Why was he hard? You were literally just insulting him, he shouldn’t be getting hard over that? Just what was he implying?

“Don’t act like you don’t want it, c’mon. I’m hard for you so just do something already.”

This guy, thinking he had control over you like that. You wanted to hit him across the head, teach him that that’s’ not how you speak to woman and certainly not how you get on her good side. But he was just so stupidly tempting and his lap looked inviting, your libido from last night coming back to haunt you once more.

‘Just say no, say no Y/N’ You thought to yourself. But your body was a traitor to everything you believed in and all the sudden everything you were lecturing him on was out the window.

He reached for your wrist, tugging you onto him to straddle his lap. You’d be lying if you said you resisted. Not even a little bit. You should be ashamed at how quick was able to turn you into putty but the feeling of his clothed length against you made all your thoughts disappear in an instant.

He groaned and let his head fall back against the couch, finally feeling some sort of relief. His hands settled onto your hips, fingers digging into the material of your jeans. “Why, why of all things you probably own did you have to wear jeans today?” Kihyun griped, hands holding tighter as his hips began to move. You vaguely wondered what this would feel like without any clothes on but suddenly you felt pleasure erupt all over your nerve endings. You’d never been into dry humping before but the way his hips were circling into your own was something you could seriously get into.

Kihyun kept his noises at bay with a tight hold of his lip in-between his teeth, eyes focused on where your own crotch unconsciously grinding against him eagerly. Shame was long gone as now you just worried if he was going to make you come right here, on your couch in your jeans with your roommate just a door away.

You hadn’t even registered that you were being loud until one of Kihyun’s hands detached itself from your hips to slap over your mouth, effectively muffling your heavy breathing and hiccupped moans. He continued to circle his hips and gyrate against you, finally opening his mouth to talk again. He probably loved to hear himself talk, if you had to be honest. Not like you didn’t love it too. But he didn’t have to know that.

“God, you’re so fucking loud. As hot as that is sweetheart, you don’t want your roommate to come out here and see what a good little slut you are, right?” Muffled moans were the only response you could get out because you slipped down his legs a little and it placed his bulge right where you needed him the most. Your underwear was no doubt soaked by now as Kihyun fucked up into you, the very head of his cock rubbing tantalizing circles into your clit. The friction alone was getting you to edge, all dirty talk and potential voyeurism aside.

“Think you could come like this? Cream in your panties like the filthy girl I know you are?” Kihyun continued to attack you with his words, the mere mention of coming having you reeling. You wanted to come, so bad. At this point it didn’t matter how or where. Kihyun licked his lips and dove in to suck at the junction between your shoulder and neck, a secret spot that you were oddly sensitive in. The feeling of his plush lips latched made you buck harder into him. You felt him growl against your skin as his grip slipped down from your hip to your ass, coaxing you to move once more like you had before. The hand that was pressed against your mouth pulled away only for a second as Kihyun chose to shove two fingers inside instead.

You gagged on his fingers, the rough pads of his fingertips flat against your tongue all while he continued to push up against you. You were so close, at the very precipice of coming undone when Kihyun stopped, pulling away his hand from your mouth. He brought his hand down, finally giving you a chance to close your mouth and relish in how sore he already made your jaw. But he had also ceased his movements, making you cry out in frustration at just how close you were.

In response to your whine, Kihyun chuckled lowly, returning both hand to your hips to steady them as you continued to chase the high he had abruptly put a stop to. You stopped and tried to think rationally for a moment, now that you weren’t rutting against each other like horny teenagers. Maybe he had heard something, like Changkyun finishing up in the shower? You perked your ears and tried to focus on the sounds from the hallway restroom, only finding the shower still running and what seemed to be Changkyun loudly singing ‘Closer’ off-key.

So why’d he stop?

“Baby girl, do you really want to come?” Kihyun asked, bringing your attention back to him. You nodded violently, wanting nothing more in the moment. His eyes glinted with a predator-like lust that only served to fuel your libido. He smiled like that was the exact answer he wanted before he dove his hand down to the button of your jeans, swiftly undoing everything before unceremoniously shoving his hand down your pants. He rubbed his palm over your clothed core, your breath hitching at the abrupt touches to your sex.

It had been nearly a minute of you shamelessly grinding against his palm as he ran his tongue all over your sweet spot on your neck before he pushed your panties to the side and roughly shoved two fingers in without warning. You choked on a moan as his fingers fucked into you in a way that had you back on the edge in no time. He sat back and you followed, not wanting his fingers to slip out from inside you. Clearly he was making himself comfortable. You just didn’t know it was for the show you were about to give him.

The hand that wasn’t currently deep inside you came up to the nape of your neck, bringing your face in close to his. You thought he was pulling you in for a kiss so you pursed your lips until his mouth skimmed past your cheek to land right by your ear. You focused on his heavy breaths and unsteady breathing before he finally told you what he wanted. He gave you your ticket to come.

“Bounce on my fingers until you come. Now.”

You couldn’t say no to that, instantly acquiescing to his request. You rode his fingers, wondering dumbly just how deep you could get them inside you when he forced his hand upwards, giving you exactly what you needed. If he was a mind reader, it would explain just how he knew how much you got under his skin and how much you wanted to get under him.

Before you knew it, white-hot pleasure coursed through your body and you shook in his hold, muffling out your cries against his mouth. His tongue licked around yours, his hand coming up and gripping your hair tightly as he forced to continue fucking down on his fingers. He pulled harshly, making you head crane back and his tongue found itself running up from your clavicles up to your chin, all while he made his fingers continue to attack your now over-sensitive walls.

“You wanted to come so badly, now you’re gonna get to keep coming.” Kihyun whispered harshly against your ear, the air from his voice hitting the shell of your ear and making you shiver. His fingers didn’t let up, if anything it seemed like they got rougher. You wanted to cry, tears stinging the brim of your eyes as your core was being abused. The craziest part of all of this was how much you were enjoying it, despite the oversensitivity and humiliation of it all. His rough treatment and filthy words were making you wetter, as much as you hated to admit it.

Kihyun could tell though, you clenched hard around his fingers as he continued his heavy petting. “God, you’re so tight I don’t even know how you could be this damn tight. Can’t wait to get inside you again baby girl, gonna make it worth your while. It’s pretty nice to finally see your mouth not running like usual though, could get used to this.” Embarrassment rose at his words and you wished you had more self-control or willpower to put a stop it, to tell him you’re not just some sex object he can shut up and use whenever he pleased. You couldn’t tell him that because that’s precisely what you wanted.

With another sharp thrust of his fingers, he had you coming again, wrapped around his fingers as you held on tight to his shirt and cried against his neck. He let out a shuddered breath against the shell of your ear and finally pulled his fingers out of you. You couldn’t look up, mind still reeling as you tried to catch your breath with your face buried against him. You heard his mouth working by your ear and you instantly knew that he was tasting you on his fingers, the thought of him doing it made you keen against him. You whined into his ear and grinded down, his name a small whimper on your lips before Kihyun’s hands flew to your waist to keep you pressed down against him.

His hips stuttered against you, small but powerful thrusts as he kept you pressed taut against him. You registered his movements and sounds, realizing that he was coming in his pants just as you did just prior. Pride gleamed on your face as you pulled back to see his expression, obviously fucked out from coming the way he did. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back, not caring that you were staring at him in both awe and satisfaction.

His skin was glowing from what you’d assume was the sex, you wondered if you ever looked that good after a round or two of sex. Kihyun just smiled, his eyes still closed while his hands softly ran circles in the junction of your hips, a small sliver of skin exposed between your top and pants. You decided to play a risky game, as if you weren’t already, and leaned forward to give him a chaste peck to the lips. Pulling back immediately, you were met with wide eyes, Kihyun’s cute dumbfounded face looking like a small hamster’s. You giggled at your genius comparison and stored away the name for later insults.

The sound of the bathroom door clicking open had you flying off Kihyun’s lap, both you and him speedily trying to make yourselves presentable and not like you had hypothetical sex right there on the couch. You tapped Kihyun on the shoulder to silently ask if you looked decent, his response a simple thumbs up and gesturing to himself to ask the same question to you. While he did looked fucked out and gorgeous, you figured Changkyun would brush past it, already admitting how pretty Kihyun effortlessly was. But at you brought your gaze lower, you were met with a dark spot on his jeans and your eyes widened at the sight. You tossed him a pillow and he hastily covered himself, just in time as Changkyun came out with a towel slung around his hips.

“Hey, I’m just gonna get dressed and then we can go, okay?” Kihyun smiled and nodded, trying to look as casual as one could be with come sticking inside his underwear. “You guys were okay while I was gone? I didn’t hear much.”

You and Kihyun exchanged glances, knowing full and well just how loud you two had really been but it was a dirty little secret for you to keep so you simply shrugged.

“It was probably hard to hear over your terrible singing. Which by the way dude, we’re gonna get complaints from the neighbors.” Changkyun flicked you off again and claimed he was ‘the best singer’ despite how true it was that you’ve gotten complaints about some shrill sounding animal dying inside your apartment just a few too many times.

After Changkyun returned to his bedroom, you let out a laugh. Mostly out of relief, due to your very incriminating situation. Kihyun let out a few small laughs himself, the kinds that make you stop and stare. It made you want more than this, than just rough fucks in wrong places. But you knew better than that and you stopped them quickly, getting up to shaky legs. Kihyun watched as you took small steps, your legs clearly an unreliable source as they betrayed your wish to walk.

“Nice moves Y/N, is that a new fad?”

You threw the nearest pillow at him as you passed the couch, “Actually it is asshole, haven’t you ever heard of Ariana Grande’s ‘Side to Side’?”

“Yeah but that’s from actual fucking, you’re just weak in the knees because how good my fingers are.”

“Listen here jackass, I’m getting up to help you. Try not to regret being so rude to me.” You retorted as you reached the coat rack by your front door, where Kihyun hung his coat when you all arrived. Luckily it was a long trench coat, not to heavy so he wouldn’t be sweating bullets later on but just enough to close up over the front of his pants until he could get a chance to change. You tossed it at him, landing it square over his head and you watched in amusement as he freaked out, arms flailing at the foreign object attacking him. After a miniature struggle with his own jacket, he finally was able to fight it off his head and glare at you before letting out a small grumble that suspiciously sounded like thank you.

It’d pass for now. Next you’d make him make it up to you.

If there was a next time, that is.

Changkyun came out of his room and beckoned Kihyun to follow him, waving goodbye to you and telling you what he wanted for dinner tonight. You returned to your usual witty banter with your best friend and watched as he left with Kihyun. Not before Kihyun could give you a wink before closing the door behind him, telling you to lock up.