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Being new wasn’t really the best thing. However, it was good that technically ‘everyone’ was new, but being a foreign student... You were going to draw attention anyway. It was something you were already used to, introducing yourself over and over again, but it still brought some nervousness to be in front of everyone. Inhaling deeply, you entered the classroom, the professor wasn’t there yet and everyone was already interacting. Almost every seat was occupied, the only one left being at the back of the room. Taking notes would be harder then. Everyone stopped chattering as the professor came in. The class started quickly and for a second you thought you were lucky because he seemed to have forgotten about introductions and stuff, but he suddenly stopped dead on his tracks.

“Ah, right, we have an exchange student.” Fuck, no, really? Now? That was going to be even worse. He read the list and looked up squinting his eyes. Maybe there was another exchange student... “Y/n?”

Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath you raised up your hand. The next five minutes were about where you came from, what differences had you noticed, how long had you been living there, and so on until he continued with the class. You couldn’t really see one of the words in the board and the context didn’t help, so you looking to your right to ask someone but the girl sitting next to you seemed extremely focused...So you turned left and noticed for the first time the guy sitting next to you. He was wearing rather flashy clothes, at least compared to the rest of the students in there. He seemed to be already distracted by his phone, so it was better than your other choice.

“Sorry, I can’t really see what’s on the board...” He didn’t even bat an eye. “Um, excuse me...” He finally directed his attention to you, his expression showing he was...annoyed?

“Heard you the first time. Can’t see shit. Stop bothering me.” His informal talking plus the swearing took you by surprise. It wasn’t something very usual in their culture... What was wrong with him? You tried again.

“Ah, sorry, but I really need to take these notes...”

“Why do you keep talking to me? Shut up already.” You clenched your fists and gave him a sarcastic smile. You were going to find someone later and ask them.

“Fucking asshole...” The curse left out your lips before you could even think about it. You knew you had to be respectful and all but why with someone like him? Although it seemed like he heard you, because he scoffed at you and mumbled something back. You stared at him and he maintained the eye contact. You weren’t going to back away, you had many of these shitheads back in your hometown and if you didn’t stand up firm from the beginning, they would annoy the fuck out of you. However, the smirk that crossed his face wasn’t something that you were prepared for. 

At the end of the class the professor took attendance and you paid attention to the moment he would mention the guy’s name. At almost the half, you heard it. Lee Hangyul. You had to keep it in mind.

A few weeks had passed and you were getting used to everything around. You made some friends and to see the cultural differences was interesting. Tonight you were going out for some drinks with the whole class during the orientation period. Music sounded in the background as you applied make up and got into your clothes. Even if it was a casual meet up, one of your friends suggested that you changed for a party since some of them were going to a club nearby. You were already slightly panicking: what could you wear that was appropriate for both a casual meeting and a party? Giving up easily just put a dress on and some high heels not too flashy but not dull.

The meeting was fun and seeing the rest of the class get drunk rather quickly, but the face you wanted to see the most wasn’t around.

“Hey, that Hangyul guy... He doesn’t get along pretty well with the class, doesn’t he?” What was there to lose?

“Ah... He is a weird one. Doesn’t hang out with anyone at University, gets into fight sometimes but isn’t really the bully kind of guy, you know? He has some bad reputation around here so it’s not really the best thing to hang out with him.”

What a long description to end it up like that. It’s not like you were super curious about him, but... There was something off. Like, why did he attend every single day if he didn’t care? Sure, money and grades were a thing but if he was such a ‘bad boy’ shouldn’t he just... drop out? You forgot about him as you swallowed the soju and beer shot.

Not long after the meeting, you were dancing at the club. It wasn’t too different, maybe there was less straightforward people but that wasn’t a bad thing. You were going to the bathroom when you bumped against someone on the way, the drink they were holding now dripping down their clothes.

“Oh, sh– I mean, sorry!” The flashing lights made it hard for you to see the stranger’s face. Their strong hand wrapped around your wrist as they dragged you to the bathroom, took you inside and locked the door. Fear ran down your spine until you saw their face. “What... You are here?”

Hangyul looked at you annoyed. “Fix this.” You questioned him as he signaled his black shirt.

“It was your drink and you spilled it on you, there is nothing for me to fix, now if you excuse me...” You were aiming at the door when he blocked it, staring you down with hooded eyes.

“You bumped into me. Was it on purpose?” Rolling your eyes wasn’t even remotely close to show your irritation. “So you planned all this, didn’t you? Ah, I knew I could be attractive but not to this point...”

“Jeez, egocentric much? Give me the shirt so I can get the shit out of here.” He seemed pleased as he took it off, unbuttoning it to a slow pace, seeming to enjoy the slight blush that spread on your cheeks as you saw his toned body. Snatching the piece of clothing from his hands, you threw it on the sink and turned the water on, closing it after a few seconds. “Done. Now let me go.”

“Why do you keep pretending you hate me, huh?”

“Who said anything about hating, just let me–” he pressed against you, his skin hot against your hands as you pushed him but still he didn’t move an inch.

“Let’s have some fun, I know you been asking around for me, why don’t you let me show you who I am and what I can do?” His voice dropped low and you couldn’t help but to feel shivers all over you. Maybe it was the alcohol hitting in but a random hook up didn’t seem like a big deal...

“You are all talk.” You stared right back and he arched an eyebrow.

“Let me prove you wrong then.”

His lips smashed against yours aggressively, his hands roaming down your body, the heat between you growing intense each second. He tugged on your bottom lip playfully and hissed as you palmed him over his pants, the feeling of his hardening member turning you on. Steps and a soft knock on the door distracted you.

“Y/n? It’s me.” Shit. Shit, shit, shit. “Is everything alright?”

“Ah yeah! Everything is–” You had to hold back your moan when Hangyul slipped his hand down your underwear and started rubbing your clit harshly.

“Are you sure? Wait, I’m going to get in...” The handle moved but the secure didn’t let anything happen. Hangyul smirked as he felt you getting wetter.

“No! Uh, it’s a mess in here, just...” His middle finger slid inside of you and your breath hitched up.

“Quite the exhibitionist, aren’t you? Getting off at the possibility of someone seeing you like this, completely wrecked...” He whispered in your ear as he fingered you at an extremely slow pace, adding a second finger and stretching you out.

“Ah, I see... I’m not feeling too well so I’ll get going, yes? Tell me when you get home.” Did she notice? No idea, but you simply hummed out a response and she left.

“Fuck... Stop that...” You finally let out and he complied, burying them and stopping his movements, having you become a whining mess.

 “Can’t wait to feel this tight pussy around me.” His lips attached to your neck, sucking harshly as you grind your hips to feel some kind of friction. 

“Then do it already.”

He lifted you up and placed you on the cold marble surface, you hissing at the contrast between temperatures. He pulled a condom from his back pocket and now it was your turn to raise an eyebrow, to which he simply shrugged without giving any explanation. He unzipped his pants and took out his cock, your mouth watering at the sight of his fingers putting the preservative on. He looked at you once as if to ask for permission to which you nodded and he filled you, being careful at all times.

“So tight... I’m going to fuck you so good.” The dirty talk was really getting the best of you.

“You keep talking but not showing anything.”

He gave a quick thrust, a pleased sigh coming out of your lips. Soon he was ramming into you hard, your arms around his shoulders, your ear right next to his mouth, listening to every grunt he left out when you clenched down on him. He pulled down your dress strips and unhooking your bra, his hands quick to cup your breasts and massage them. You hid your face on the crook of his neck, trying to muffle the sound of your voice against it.

“Let me hear you, let everyone hear who is fucking you so good.” The slight shake of your head was enough for him to pull your hair and make you stare at him, his gaze making you feel exposed to your very core. “Do as I say.” His hips snapped even rougher than before, his pace becoming slower if you broke the eye contact.

“I-I’m... close...” Your words were barely audible but he seemed to understand them perfectly.

“Cum for me, princess.”

That’s all it took. Your nails scratching his back, your moans falling of your lips uncontrollably as your whole body went numb. He smirked and his pace faltered, spilling inside the condom as he groaned against your neck. You didn’t move and he didn’t either, both trying to catch your breath. Finally he pulled out of you, throwing the condom in the bin as you put your bra back on and fixed your dress. You checked yourself in the mirror just to realize the mess he made of you: your neck and chest full of red marks that would soon turn into purple ones, your lips swollen and your lipstick smeared all around them, not to mention your hair. You sighed and tried to fix your looks a bit, eyeing Hangyul in the corner zipping his pants and appreciating his slightly tanned skin and his muscles, unconsciously tying up your hair and washing your face a few times. Once you looked good-ish, you walked over to the door.

“You’re not going to say goodbye?” He laughed as he leaned over on the wall.

“Uh, goodbye.”

“Now you are feeling shy?” You resumed your actions ignoring him. “This was too good, we should repeat it.”

You thought about it for a few seconds. “Maybe.” You opened the door and as you were going out, he called you again.

“What am I supposed to do with his?” He pointed at his wet shirt. You shrugged.

“Not my problem.”

You walked away giggling as you listened to his complaints, thinking about the next time you would see each other.

I’m not too happy with this one but hey, what you gonna do. Also thought of maybe making a second part to put more detail into his bad boy image and its origins 👀

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