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“Yuta…” you breathed, his name the only thing your foggy mind could think to say as you struggled to focus your blurry vision on him.

As you looked up at him with those glossy eyes and that dazed expression, Yuta knew he had you right where he wanted you. Perfect.

“Yeah, baby? Are you gonna let me have you?” he asked, kissing your cheek as you nodded. You were too far gone to even speak now.

Yuta’s hands found yours and he brought them up to his mouth, kissing your palm before sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin of your left wrist.

You gasped, a warmth flooding your body as you went limp in his arms. Yuta held you close, eyes rolling back in his head at your taste the second it hit his tongue. You were so fucking sweet, he knew that if he didn’t stop soon he would keep feeding until there was nothing left for you to give. You moaned and whimpered as you struggled to stay conscious, eventually succumbing to the darkness behind your eyelids.

Yuta forced himself away from your wrist while he could still think straight, licking his lips and looking down at your pale, beautiful face.

I’m fucked, he thought to himself while he watched your chest rise and fall with shallow breaths.

Why couldn’t he keep it together for just one night? He knew how dangerous you were the second he realized that he couldn’t control himself around you, so why did he seek you out after the show?

Fucking post-concert adrenaline.

Now what? Tomorrow night is his last show in your city, then he’ll be back in Japan, thousands of miles away from you for God knows how long.

His jaw clenched at the idea of you being apart from him. No. He’s bringing you with him, fuck what his bandmates think. You said you would follow him wherever he went and not a single cell in his body wants to stop you.

Now that he’s had a taste of you, there’s no going back. You’re his.

~~

You had surprised everyone by flying out to LA last minute, and Yuta was extremely grateful for that. He barely got to spend any time with you before he and the guys had to leave for America, and he had sadly accepted that he wouldn’t get to until he got back. Your work schedule prevented you from joining them on their short American tour, and you had told Yuta that you would just call him before every show.

When you FaceTimed him from outside the arena where NCT 127’s LA concert was being held, he thought you were just playing some cruel prank. That is, until he had you in his arms backstage, showering your face with kisses before the stage manager had to drag him away to finish getting ready.

A couple hours later, you were sitting among thousands of screaming fans waiting to enjoy NCT 127’s one-night-only Los Angeles concert. The guys put on an incredible show, to say the least. Every performance was perfect and energetic, and their stage presence was amazing as usual. But a few songs in particular made Yuta do some things that caught your eye and made your jaw (and nearly your panties) drop.

Focus was one of those songs. As with every one of the show’s more sensual stages, Yuta teased the crowd with his erotic movements and facial expressions, basking in how they would scream and cry out with every bite of his lip and swirl of his hips. The raw, sexual energy he displayed on stage was enough to excite everyone in the arena, and you were no exception. Yuta knew your eyes were on him the entire time, and he loved it, deciding to play up his performance a bit just for you. When he met your gaze the few times he danced right in front of you, he saw the hungry look on your face that you usually tried to hide from him. And fuck, was it sexy.

Yuta’s post-concert adrenaline rush was no joke, and by the end of the show he was so riled up that he couldn’t wait until he got back to his room, when he would have you all to himself for one night before you had to fly back home.

“The show was amazing, Yuta,” you said softly, letting him pull you closer to him from where you sat on the massive bed in the hotel suite you two would share for the night. Upon hearing about your arrival in Los Angeles, Yuta immediately upgraded your room so that your one night together would be as special as possible. Since you had dropped everything to come see him, the least he could do was make it worth your while.

“I’m glad you liked it,” Yuta said, dipping his head down to press his lips to your shoulder, “I was dancing up there for you, you know.”

“Oh really?”

“Of course. I saw the way you looked at me, by the way. It was fucking hot,” he mumbled while leaving wet kisses along your collarbones. You whimpered at the feeling of his hands and lips on your skin, sensitive to his touch. Yuta was well aware of this and how much he could tease you with his gentle touches and words alone.

Yuta also knew that look on your face when he pulled away, like you wanted to devour him, and he was more than willing to let you. In fact, he wanted you to. He pulled you into his lap, running his hands up your thighs and leaving soft kisses along your chest and shoulders. Before you could thread your fingers through his hair, he took your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing your palm before slowly dragging your hand to his throat. You knew exactly what his silent request meant and you immediately took the bait, much to his delight. 

His lips curled into a smile as you squeezed lightly, fingers digging into the soft flesh of his neck. He loved coaxing this side of you out almost as much as you loved having him a needy mess. 

“Harder, angel. You know you won’t hurt me,” he said while holding your hand in place with a firm grip on your wrist.

You obliged, dipping your head down to kiss his jaw as you tightened your hold his neck, squeezing the sides so you wouldn’t actually choke him. 

“That’s it, pretty girl,” Yuta praised when you dug your fingers in deeper and rolled your hips against his growing erection. 

When he parted his lips and threw his head back in pleasure, you tilted his face towards yours and kissed him hard until his perfect lips were all pink and swollen. Licking into his eager mouth, you moaned as he sucked on your tongue while you snaked your hand between your bodies to feel him through his shorts.

“Baby…” Yuta groaned, removing his hands from your hips to reach under the pillow that was next to him. He fumbled around for a second until he found what he had placed there while you were in the shower— a silk black tie. 

You smiled, rubbing the soft material between your fingers. So that’s why he wanted to stop at the clothing store on the way back to the hotel. Of course he didn’t actually forget to pack sleeping shorts…  

“Since I know how much you like to see me tied up,” he said, taking off his shirt and holding up his wrists with a mischievous gleam in his lust-filled eyes.

“You sure planned this out, didn’t you,” you teased, kissing his wrists before getting on your knees to tie them together above his head. 

“Well, the way you were looking at me on stage like you wanted to eat me kind of gave away how tonight was gonna go,” he chuckled, gaze shifting down to your chest that was inches away from his face. 

“You were such a tease up there, Yuta,” you said, tugging on the tie to make sure it wasn’t too loose. “It’s only fair that you get a taste of your own medicine.”

“First, I want a taste of you,” your boyfriend looked up at you through his eyelashes as he flicked your nipple through your thin black lingerie with his tongue, making you sigh and arch your back into him. You pushed the strap down your shoulder so he could suck and lick your chest to his heart’s desire. 

“Fuck, Yuta,” you sighed while looking down at how he desperately tasted every inch of exposed skin he could reach, coating your chest with love bites and wet kisses.

“Missed this so much,” he moaned, bucking his hips up when you tugged on his soft, blonde hair. As much as Yuta loved being in control, he couldn’t deny how insanely hot it was when you took the reins. The weight of you on top of him and the familiar, intoxicating scent of your perfume made his brain feel foggy, his senses completely overwhelmed by you. All it took was a few more harsh tugs on his hair and your breathy moans in his ear for him to become putty in your hands, ready for you to do whatever you wanted to him. 

His arms tensed when you pulled away from his mouth and crawled out of his lap so you could pull his shorts down his thighs. You watched with hungry eyes as he lifted his hips up, the muscles of his toned stomach flexing beneath your touch. Yuta’s body was something to behold, and you couldn’t help but drink in the sight of his glittering navel piercing and the intricate tattoos that decorated his skin, begging to be worshiped with your hands and mouth. 

God, he’s fucking beautiful, you thought as you ran your finger over the butterfly on his hip before dipping your head down and following the light touches with your lips. You left a trail of kisses down his torso to the waistband of his boxers, mouthing over his semi-hard erection.

Yuta cursed when you finally removed the last of his clothing, settling yourself between his thighs and taking his cock in your hand. Watching the way his hips twitched under you, you licked a slow stripe up the shaft before wrapping your wet lips around the tip, eliciting a breathy moan from the gorgeous man beneath you. 

You sucked and swirled your tongue around him while pumping his shaft until your drool was dripping down your fingers. Meanwhile, Yuta was trying his best not to thrust into your mouth, but it was getting harder and harder, especially when your free hand began massaging his balls. Your mouth followed, licking and sucking them while continuing to stroke his cock. 

“Feels so good, baby,” Yuta mumbled, spreading his legs a little wider when your hand that was massaging him drifted lower. 

You let a pearl of spit fall from your lips, your thumb spreading it around his entrance lightly in small circles. Yuta rolled his hips up and groaned when you pulled your hand away and looked up at him.

“Can I touch you here?” you asked, resting your head on his thigh as your fingers ghosted over where your thumb was. 

“Please…” he breathed, tugging at the restraint that kept him from reaching down and leading your mouth to where he wanted it most. 

Yuta knew he wasn’t going to last much longer when you finally swirled your warm, wet tongue around his entrance. You kept a steady rhythm, pumping him with one hand while the other kept him spread open so you could continue to eat him out. 

The stimulation made his eyes roll back in pleasure, his abdomen tightening as he fought back the urge to cum. You both moaned when you began to shallowly dip your tongue into his hole, gently at first before going all in. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” Yuta groaned, his muscles tightening as he came all over his lower stomach. His orgasm seemed to last forever as you continued to fuck him with your fist and tongue until the overstimulation caused him to recoil away from you. 

“You okay?” you asked, wiping your spit from your lips as you made your way back up his body to untie him. 

His black painted fingernails dug into his palms with how tight his fists were, and you immediately began to massage his wrists and hands to help him relax. 

You kissed his lips gently when he nodded, releasing his hands to hold onto his shoulders as you rocked yourself in his lap. You removed your underwear before situating yourself on top of him again, the wetness between your thighs mixing with his cum to help you slide over his cock. 

“Need you to fuck me, baby,” Yuta moaned into your ear, sending another wave of arousal through your body and causing your movements to speed up. 

He was already hard again by the time you lifted yourself up to guide him inside you, his hands grabbing your hips and guiding you up and down as soon as you adjusted to his size. You shifted in his lap so that he repeatedly hit that spot that made you clench around him so hard he had to slow down so he wouldn’t cum so soon. You looked so perfect above him, hands squeezing your chest as you bounced on his cock while pretty moans spilled from your lips. He wanted to take a picture or maybe a video of you like this, something he could watch on nights that you were thousands of miles away from him and he was missing you like crazy. For now though, he’ll savor every second of having you here in the flesh, your tight walls squeezing him so perfectly that he felt like he was seeing stars.

Yuta brought his hands between your legs to rub your clit, noticing how your thighs began to shake. He used his free hand to hold you in place while he thrusted his hips up to meet yours, and it only took about thirty more seconds for you to reach your high, fucking him through your orgasm. 

I don’t need a video, he thought, watching you slowly lift your hips only to drop down again, the feeling of his cock dragging along your sensitive walls making you throw your head back in pleasure. There’s no way he could ever forget how beautiful you looked right then, with his cock disappearing inside you over and over again as you brought him to his second orgasm of the night. 

Yuta gripped your hips harshly as he thrust into you hard and fast before burying himself as deep as he could inside of you, squeezing his eyes shut as he came. He held you close when you collapsed into his arms, your chest rising and falling against his. His fingers traced your spine as you tried to control your breathing, completely and utterly spent after fucking Yuta past your limit. He gently lifted you off him, laying you down on your back and crawling to kneel between your legs to watch his cum ooze out of you. You whimpered when he collected some of it on his fingers before pushing it back inside, knowing that you would object to him eating it out of you because of your oversensitivity. 

That’s okay, he thought while looking down at the mess you both made, the spit and cum coating your bodies resembling a Jackson Pollock painting. I’ll just do that in the shower.

“I know what you’re thinking, and I’ll just say that you’re gonna have to carry me into the shower,” you said, bringing Yuta’s hands up so he would massage your thighs. “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk until tomorrow.”

He chuckled, moving up to kiss your pouty lips. “I would think so. You rode me like a champ, baby.”

“You deserved it,” you smiled up at your sweet and ridiculously sexy boyfriend. “Now can we please take a shower? Your cum is starting to make my thighs stick together.”

~

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“Y/N, hey, wake up.”

You woke up with a slight jolt from the soft voice and gentle nudge to your shoulder. Rubbing your eyes, you slowly opened them to see a cozy looking Yuta standing over you, dressed in a white t-shirt and black beanie. His long black hair fell in front of his eyes, but you could still see the amused expression on his face. With your vision still blurry, the handsome idol seemed straight out of a dream. You blinked up at him a few times just to make sure you weren’t still dreaming. He smiled at your disheveled state, gesturing for you to wipe the drool from the corner of your mouth. Okay, I’m definitely not dreaming, you thought, wiping your hand on your jeans. You were currently sitting in one of the open workspaces on the recording floor of SM’s new building, the huge window in front of you revealing the bright lights that illuminate the night life of the city below. 

“What are you still doing here?” Yuta asked, grinning at how cute you looked with your messy hair and sleepy, half-open eyes.  “It’s 2 am.”

“Just working on a couple songs. Holy shit, I didn’t realize what time it was,” you said, yawning. “Did you just finish recording?”

“Yeah, Johnny’s in the booth right now. We have to be back at 9 tomorrow morning for a schedule, so we’re gonna leave as soon as he’s done.”

“I have a meeting tomorrow at 8:45 with some of the other producers,” you groaned, running your fingers through your hair. “I should probably head out.”

“Want me to walk you out?” he offered, helping you put on your sweater when you were struggling getting your arm through one of the sleeves.

“Sure,” you said, packing up your laptop and other belongings. You knew you didn’t have a choice. Yuta, in his usual gentlemanly fashion, always insists that he walk you out when he finds you alone, especially when it’s late like this. Of course you never leave your apartment without pepper spray and two years’ worth of self defense class knowledge ready to whip out if necessary, but you never protest because how could you possibly say no to someone who just wants to make sure you get to your car safely? More so, how could you say no to Yuta?

As you walked together to your car, the chilly night air drew you closer to the tall man beside you, so close that you could feel the heat radiating off his body. You couldn't tell if your goosebumps were from the cold or your proximity to the man you’ve been hopelessly attracted to for what seems like forever. Yes, of course you have a crush on your friend and coworker, Nakamoto Yuta, but in your defense, who in the world wouldn’t? Still, you mentally kicked yourself for your body’s reaction. Despite the many years you’ve been friends with Yuta, he’s never failed to make your heart skip a beat from doing the most random, bare minimum things (in this case, literally just being next to you). He’s seen you laugh, cry, trip, and drool all over yourself, all of which you’ve always just laughed off, but of course you only ever get flustered around him when it’s completely unnecessary. 

Even though you’re embarrassingly attracted to the charming idol, your relationship with Yuta is very precious to you. You met while working on 127’s second mini album, which was one of your first big projects at the company. You fondly remember when you first talked to him, he was drawn to your stories about your time spent in his hometown, Osaka, excitedly asking about your favorite places and restaurants. You lived in Kadoma with one of your friends for a short time after college because she was from there and you desperately wanted to get out of your hometown. You and Yuta quickly bonded over your similar experiences and memories of the city, and he didn’t seem to want to leave you alone after that, always inviting you to get coffee or food. 

Since then, you’ve bonded over other things- movies, fashion, Japanese rock music, world views, et cetera. Yuta has called you one of his closest friends on many occasions, which is one of the biggest reasons you’ve decided to keep your feelings to yourself. If he sees you as nothing more than a friend, you’ll gladly stay in the friend zone as long as it means you get to be around him.

“You said your last meeting would be over by noon, right?” he asked when you finally arrived at your car, leaning against the door after you loaded up the passenger seat with your things. 

You nodded, “Mhm. 12:30.”

“Do you want to meet for lunch then? I’ve been wanting to get tteokbokki, and I don’t want to go with Jungwoo because he always makes me pay.”

“Sure, I’ll text you when I’m done so we can meet by the cafe.”

“Alright, it’s a date then,” he said, winking and opening the car door for you. “See you tomorrow.” 

There it is. See, the thing about Yuta is that he knows the effect he has on you. Seeing your eyes widen, he grinned, closing the door and waving goodbye to you.

You waved back, hoping your tinted windows hid how your cheeks went from pink to beet red. I need to go home and put my ass to bed before I lose my mind, you thought, trying to shake away all thoughts of your dreamy idol coworker (that never really left your mind, even as you fell asleep that night). 

~ 

Despite setting five alarms in an attempt to get yourself out of bed the next morning, you still rushed out the door twenty minutes later than you wanted to. This means that you would have to wait until after your 8:45 meeting to get the coffee you so desperately needed. Great. 

When you finally arrived at work, you frowned at your reflection in your car’s sun visor mirror. No amount of concealer could hide the dark circles under your eyes that proved just how tired you were. Taking a sip of the lukewarm water that had been left in your cup holder for god knows how long, you slung your bag over your shoulder, locked the car, and prayed that you would stay awake for the meetings.

As you walked into the building, you heard a familiar voice call your name by the elevators.

“Yuta!” you said, the smile on his face making you feel a bit more energized. “Please don’t look at my dark circles, I know I look like a zombie.”

“Ah, you’re a cute zombie, though,” he said, grabbing your wrists gently and pulling your hands away from your face so you couldn’t hide your eyes from him. If your heart rate wasn’t already a thousand beats per second when you first heard him call to you, it sure was now. He noticed your slight blush and smiled even more. “I had a feeling you could use a pick me up before your meeting, so I brought you a coffee.”

You could’ve dropped to one knee and asked him to marry you right then and there (or both knees and done something else to show your gratitude).

“You are an angel. You have no idea how much I needed this,” you took a sip of the coffee and smiled up at him even more when you noticed that it was a vanilla latte- your favorite. This man is going to be the death of me, you thought. “Thank you.”

Meanwhile, Yuta felt so proud of himself for remembering your favorite coffee as you looked up at him like he was a superhero that just saved your life. Looking at his watch, he noticed that it was already almost 8:40.

“Go to your meeting! I’ll see you later.”

He pushed the up button on the elevator and ushered you inside, chuckling to himself when you took another sip of your coffee and pretended to shoot an arrow at him, the “arrow” being a finger heart. You were so happy you didn’t even think to cringe at what you just did. As the doors closed, you giggled when he clutched his chest pretending to be shot. 

Yuta tensed up when he felt a presence behind him, tearing him away from his cute little moment with you.

“Workplace romance?” Doyoung teased, nudging Yuta’s arm. Of course his nosy ass was watching the whole thing from an inconspicuous distance. “What is this, a drama?”

“Yes, Mr. Sukka Sukka. And I’m the male lead this time.”

Doyoung flashed Yuta his I thought we were over this look, shaking his head. “You know, I brought her coffee last week. Does that make us rivals?”

“No. You brought her an iced americano when you got Starbucks for all the staff. Her favorite is vanilla lattes.” 

“I guess I’m no match for you, loverboy.”

Yuta was a bit surprised that his friend was in such a teasing mood today after they had spent all night in the recording studio (Doyoung never has this much energy in the mornings), but he did suppose getting to work half an hour early to buy you a coffee proves that he’s been a little extra attentive to you these days. In Doyoung’s eyes, this made Yuta the perfect target. Yuta knows this, of course, but honestly, he doesn’t care. You’ve been working extra hard, producing songs for the company as well as artists outside of SM, but you always greet him with a smile no matter how tired you are. You have the prettiest smile he’s ever seen and in his mind, it’s even prettier when he’s the one that caused it.

He’s one hundred percent sure he’d do anything to make you happy, even if it means Doyoung is going to make a smartass comment about it. 

~

While waiting for you to get out of your meeting, Yuta couldn’t stop thinking about what Doyoung said. Yuta doesn’t usually dwell on his feelings for you (he just knows he likes you, plain and simple), but the words “workplace romance” have been stuck in his head all day. Could what you two have be considered a workplace romance if he hasn’t even confessed to you yet?

Of course Yuta plans on telling you how he feels. He has always been the type to say exactly what’s on his mind, and he knows that he wants to tell you that he likes you. He just doesn’t know when he wants to have that talk with you. You’ve been so busy with work that he can’t help but think it would be a little cruel to drop the confession bomb on you when you already have a million things on your mind. Nevertheless, it’s been torture for him having to hide his true intentions.  

He so badly wants to take you on real dates and bring you gifts without having to disguise it as a friendly gesture. He wants to take pictures of you and hold your hand and tell you how pretty you are, but that would definitely be a little creepy to do right now when he’s barely more than a good friend to you. He just has to wait for the right time.

~

After hours of sitting through two back to back meetings, you walked out of the conference room at exactly 12:30, hungry as hell. You had some snacks earlier, but you were in desperate need of some real food. You texted Yuta that you were heading to the elevator and would meet up with him in a few minutes (of course, he was already waiting for you). 

In his typical, mischievous fashion, Yuta decided he was going to test the waters with you a bit today. If he was going to keep you both waiting for his confession, he could at least have a little fun. As you approached him, Yuta grinned and held out his arm to offer you a… hug?

You froze, brain short circuiting trying to figure out what to do. After a split second of panic and confusion, you decided to wrap one of your arms around his waist in a friendly side hug, deeming that most appropriate based on your height difference. You rarely hug Yuta, and it would be an understatement to say you were simply surprised that he would initiate one at your workplace of all places. But you welcomed it anyways, leaning your head against his shoulder tentatively and sighing at the intoxicating scent of his cologne. Was he wearing more than usual today? Or are you just not used to being this close to him?

Yuta smiled when you finally relaxed into the hug, enjoying how perfectly you fit pressed into his side. Just those couple of seconds made his heart swell, and he silently hoped this would open the door for more physical contact between you two. To his satisfaction, your cheeks were bright red when he pulled away, which you tried to hide by looking down to get your phone out of your bag. Yuta knew the effect he had on you, and it never failed to boost his ego just a tiny bit (and yes, he did spray some extra cologne just to see how you’d react). 

“You ready to go?” he said, nodding toward the exit.

Collecting yourself, you nodded, following him to the door. You walked a couple blocks to the restaurant and sat down at a table for two in the corner, ordering everything that sounded good. You did not mess around when it came to eating when you were hungry, and you were ravenous.

It seemed like Yuta was too, because you both stuffed your faces with tteokbokki while talking about anything and everything. While sharing a story about how Taeyong got blackout drunk the other night after a few glasses of wine, Yuta got a text from Jungwoo telling him to ask you to join them for karaoke on Friday. 

Earlier that week, Haechan insisted Yuta, Doyoung, and Jungwoo spend their Friday night out as opposed to their usual ritual of doing absolutely nothing. Yuta had suggested they just stay home and play video games, but Haechan wanted to “spice things up” as he put it, as if they don’t all sing for a living. But whatever Haechan wants, Haechan gets.

“Are you free after work this Friday?”

“Mhm,” you said with a mouthful of rice cake. “Why?”

“Some of the guys wanted to go out for drinks and karaoke if you’re interested.”

You swallowed, eyes lighting up at his invitation. “You had me at drinks. Who’s going?” 

“Doyoung, Jungwoo, Haechan, and me,” he said, taking another bite. 

“Ah, that’s gonna be so fun! I’m in!”

Yuta didn’t know why he didn’t think to invite you in the first place, but he was glad you were coming. It’s always fun hanging out with you and the guys, and the more time he gets to be around you, the better. Suddenly, he was a lot more excited for karaoke night than he was before.

~

Friday night rolled around, and you were more than ready to just relax and enjoy yourself. When your Uber dropped you off at the karaoke place, you texted the group chat that you were there, and a few seconds later spotted Jungwoo’s bright blonde hair peeking through the door of your group’s karaoke room. 

“Y/N, come on, you’ll miss the opening number,” he said, dragging you inside by your arm.

Haechan was already warming up with the “opening number”, which of course was Sofa by Crush, while Doyoung and Yuta sat on the couch in middle of the karaoke room, neon green, blue, and pink lights reflecting off the walls and the faces of you and the four men.

You joined the two who were sitting down, greeting them and pouring yourself a drink. When Haechan finished his first song, he passed Jungwoo the microphone and ran over to you, shoving Doyoung aside so he could sit next to you. 

“Whenever you’re ready, I have our song ready to go,” he said, a mischievous gleam in his eye.

You smiled, clinking your glass against his and finishing the drink in one go. “Give me a few drinks to warm up, then I’ll be ready.”

No one was surprised when Jungwoo sang boat by George, the catchy song making everyone sing along with him. While Doyoung sang idontwannabeyouanymore, you and Yuta swayed to the music and took a shot together, the liquor making you feel giggly and loose. 

“You ready?” Haechan said after Jungwoo and Yuta finished their enthusiastic cover of Twice’s Likey, holding his hand out for you to take.

“I was born for this,” you replied, twirling the microphone in your hand and standing up from the couch with Haechan’s help. 

You and your duet partner looked at each other longingly, getting into character for your signature number while standing about seven feet apart. You almost laughed when you remembered that you two had only done this song in front of Taeil, Doyoung’s confused expression making you press your lips together to keep from giggling. 

The music started and Doyoung’s eyes widened in surprise when he realized what song it was.

“Each time the wind blows, I hear your voice, so I call your name…”

Haechan swayed to the beat, closing his eyes dramatically as he sang the first verse of Michael Jackson’s I Just Can’t Stop Loving You.

As you both sang the first half of the song, you slowly stepped closer to each other until you were passionately performing face to face, Haechan reaching out to rest your chin on his finger while getting a little carried away with his lines. You were all smiles, the alcohol in your system letting you belt out the lyrics and move your hips without an ounce of embarrassment.

Doyoung and Jungwoo whistled as you and Haechan attempted to hit the high notes together while holding onto one another. Doyoung caught a glimpse of Yuta watching the pair intently with his jaw clenched. Well, this is interesting, Doyoung thought, smirking. He nudged Jungwoo’s arm, pointing to Yuta with his chin so Jungwoo would see how Yuta was trying his very best to not look like he wanted to strangle Haechan (and failing miserably). Jungwoo smirked and gave Doyoung a knowing look.

By the time you and Haechan finished the song, chests rising and falling as you both tried to recover from your passionate Michael Jackson tribute performance, Doyoung was already out of his seat, shoving Haechan away from you and taking his microphone.

“Y/N, this one’s for you,” he said, looking through the song catalog. “Jungwoo, put on Stay With Me by Chanyeol.” 

At those words, Yuta stood up and walked out of the room after announcing that he needed to use the restroom. That was a lie, of course. He just didn’t want to watch Doyoung serenade you with a love song. Yuta seriously didn’t think a silly little duet would be able to work him up so much, but he couldn’t stand to watch Haechan hold onto your hips the way he did while you practically moaned the lyrics to him. He knew you were just having fun with the song, but part of him wondered just how much of that was an act.

He shook his head, no, no, no. He’s just being… jealous. Jealous? Why is he jealous when he hasn’t even told you how he feels? He has no reason to be upset at you for singing love songs with his friends. He took a deep breath. You’re just having fun, he thought to himself, turning around to walk back into the room.

When he saw Doyoung’s arms wrapped around your shoulder while you looked up at him with stars in your eyes, Yuta decided that this wasn’t fun anymore. He honestly felt betrayed even though he knew Doyoung was only doing this to get a reaction from him. Well, it was working. Doyoung cupped your cheek in his hand as he sang to you while Jungwoo and Haechan swayed along with their phone flashlights up. Yuta joined them on the couch, deciding to just suck it up for another few songs.

After Doyoung’s serenade, Haechan suggested everyone go back to the dorm to hang out, which he called “the after party.” You thought that was a lovely idea, especially after Haechan mentioned that Mark ordered pizza for everyone. If there was going to be food or drinks, you were going, simple as that. 

Everyone gathered their things and headed out, Yuta helping you walk to the car since you were a little tipsy. Yuta forgot how touchy you are when you drink since usually you bring a female friend to cling to when everyone goes out together. However, tonight it was just you and thankfully, you chose Yuta as your designated teddy bear, leaning against him and resting your head on his shoulder the whole drive back. 

When you all got to Mark’s dorm, Johnny and Jaehyun came upstairs from theirs to join you guys in the living room. Taeil and Taeyong were getting dinner with the managers, so just the eight of you shared the four pizzas Mark had ordered since he forgot about his two other members’ plans. That didn’t seem to be a problem since Jungwoo could easily finish an entire pizza by himself. And he almost did.

By the time everyone had their fill and were ready to make their way back to their rooms to either play video games until 4am (like Haechan, who had already abandoned the group to play Pubg with the dreamies) or actually sleep, it was already pretty late. Jungwoo told you to just stay the night since you didn’t have work tomorrow and you figured that was a pretty good idea since you didn’t want to ask anyone to drive you home at 1am. 

“Oh, could I borrow some clothes? And a blanket, please,” you asked, removing your makeup with the wipes you always keep in your bag. 

Jungwoo, knowing it would push Yuta’s buttons to offer you one of his hoodies, immediately spoke up.

“I’ll go get you-“

“Yeah, you grab a blanket and I’ll get her some clothes,” Yuta said, stopping Jungwoo right in his tracks.

He had to put his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing. Jealous Yuta was way too entertaining.

When you were all settled in, wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that almost went down to your knees, Yuta joined you on the couch.

“Thanks for inviting me… and letting me stay here,” you said, adjusting the pile of pillows and blankets the boys had all brought you.

“Did you have fun?”

“Mhm. Did you?”

Yuta grinned, reaching for your hand that was in your lap. “I did. I’m just a little sad that I didn’t get to sing a duet with you like Haechannie.”

You laughed when he pretended to pout, threading your fingers through his. “I’m sorry. I promise I’ll sing with you next time.”

“How do you think you can make it up to me right now?” 

As soon as he said that, he moved closer to you, tilting his head towards yours so you had no choice but to look at him. “Hm?”, he pressed when you just stared at him with wide eyes.  

“I- I don’t know…” you mumbled, hyperfocused on the way he traced small circles into your skin with his thumb. If that was an attempt to calm you down, it had the complete opposite effect. You were pretty sure he could hear your heartbeat with how close he was to you, and if he didn’t do something in the next few seconds you felt like you would explode

As if he could hear your thoughts, Yuta smiled at you, brushing a strand of hair out of your face like in those cheesy romance dramas. He wishes he had a more profound reason for choosing this very moment to confess to you, but deep down he knows it’s simply because he wanted to kiss you the moment he laid eyes on you walking around in his clothes. 

“I like you, Y/N,” he said, “And yes, I’m fully aware of the implications of that.”

Those implications being the potential impact pursuing a relationship with you could have on his job. You both knew the company didn’t really mind what goes on in the idols’ private lives as long as they kept them private, but that didn’t make dating any less of a hazard. That is, if Yuta even wants to date me, you thought.

A confession could mean a million things, so you forced yourself to find your voice amidst your surprise. “Are you just saying this to get it off your chest or…”

Yuta simply smiled at you, looking down at where both of your hands were connected in your lap and bringing them up to his lips to place a soft kiss to the back of yours. 

“Do you like me too?” he asked.

You nodded, which didn’t seem to be a good enough answer for him. 

“I want to hear you say it.”

The tone in his voice sent goosebumps down your spine and you unconsciously shifted in your seat. Suddenly, the tension in the room was so thick you could hardly breathe. 

“I like you, Yuta,” you said softly, knowing that if you spoke any louder your voice would tremble.

When your gaze shifted down to his lips, he grinned, leaning forward to finally close the gap between you two. He kissed you tentatively at first, sensing how nervous you were, and when you finally relaxed into his touch, he went all in. 

Fuck it, you thought, letting Yuta pull you closer to him when his hands found their way to your hips. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and moved onto his lap to straddle him, which made Yuta grin into the kiss. As you pushed him further into the couch, he ran his hands up and down your back underneath your shirt. The atmosphere was noticeably different as you both pulled away for air, and he moved his focus to your neck as you tried to catch your breath. 

“Yuta,” you breathed out, running your fingers through his hair and tugging slightly to pull his face back to yours. “What if they hear us?” 

He looked so pretty under you, hair messy from your hands running through it, lips swollen and parted as he tried to steady his breathing. You almost forgot about the others in the rooms right next to you. 

“Do you think you can stay quiet for me, pretty girl?” he whispered, pulling your lips back to his.

All you could do was hum into his mouth as your tongues danced back and forth. His hands fell to your waist, holding you down on him, making you squirm and grind onto him without even thinking. The friction between your bodies caused Yuta to slightly bite down on your lower lip and moan into your mouth. Please don’t stop, he thought, drunk on the feeling of you on top of him.

“Hey Yuta, are you out here,” Jungwoo called from down the dark hallway, causing you both to jump, and you moved off his lap onto the couch. 

“Yes, what do you need,” Yuta whispered-shouted, his tone bitchier than he intended, making you laugh. 

“Jaehyun broke our speaker again, can you come fix it,” he asked.

“What the hell do you two need music right now for?” 

He stood up, discreetly adjusting his sweatpants before walking over to Jungwoo. “I'll be back in a second Y/N”.

“Okay, I’m gonna run down to Haechan’s room really quick, he accidentally took my charger earlier.”

Yuta nodded, following Jungwoo to his room. You couldn't quite see, but you heard a grunt in the hallway that made you ninety nine point nine percent sure Yuta punched Jungwoo’s arm.

Once Yuta had disappeared into the bedroom, you took the elevator to the fifth floor, where Doyoung let you inside. When you peeked into Haechan and Johnny's room, you let out a sigh of relief when you saw Johnny wasn't there. Haechan was passed out at his desk, headphones still on and his computer running. You reached out to grab onto his shoulder, whispering his name and shaking him awake. 

“Oh, hey Y/N, what's wrong?” He groggily took off his headphones, setting them on his desk. 

“It worked,” you whispered trying to hold back the smile that tugged on your lips. 

“You're kidding,” he said, looking up at you with wide eyes as you high fived him. 

~

“Jungwoo, where's the speaker,” Yuta asked when he entered the room, seeing Jaehyun standing with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. That’s when Yuta realized that there was, in fact, nothing wrong with the speaker. 

“I hate you guys,” he shoved Jungwoo out of the way of the door. 

“I don't even get a thank you,” Jungwoo asked, making Yuta turn around. 

“For what, cock blocking me?” 

“Um, maybe for putting you in the position to get your cock blocked in the first place.” 

“You guys are idiots.” 

Yuta knew it was true, that they were messing with him all night. In a way he was thankful for all that taunting for giving him the surge of confidence to finally confess. However, he would rather drop dead than thank the man that pulled him away from his alone time with you. 

“Before you go back out there to do god knows what, we do actually need help fixing the speaker,” Jaehyun said.

When Yuta walked into the living room a few minutes later after moving the shelf the speaker was on and literally just plugging it back in, he saw you on the couch already asleep. He tried his best to lay next to you without waking you, pulling the blankets over you both. You stirred a bit to wrap your arm around Yuta’s waist and press your cheek against his chest, surrounded by the scent of his body wash and cologne. Even with the small, inconvenient couch you both managed to share, Yuta’s warmth and the sound of his heart beat played a comforting melody to help lull you to sleep.  

~

Now that Yuta finally had his long awaited “office romance”, he was over the moon to say the least. And so were you. The butterflies that would erupt in your stomach at any little thing Yuta did were still there, but now you didn’t have to push away your feelings for him. In fact, you began to enjoy teasing him as much as he enjoys teasing you, tapping his ass when he would walk past you in the hallway or kissing his cheek when you were alone in the elevator (which of course, he would return with a kiss on the lips).

You two made time for one another any chance you could, and with Yuta’s schedule so tight with NCT’s comeback and your new projects adding up every day, you both took advantage of every hour or even minute you had with each other. Even if it was just him dropping coffee or flowers off to you in the mornings before his schedules, you savored every crumb of time with him you could get. He never failed to send you good morning and good night texts, and even if he had a busy day, he would talk to you on the phone on your way home from work. 

That was the case tonight, when he called you as soon as he finished his schedule while you were driving home. 

“I miss seeing you. You could always replace Jungwoo, you know. I don't think anybody would notice then I'll be able to see you more.”

“Oh really? Did my vocals impress you that much,” you laughed, turning off your car when you arrived at your apartment.

“You have the voice of an angel.”

“Okay, now I know you're just trying to get into my pants.”

“What's so wrong with that,” Yuta said, the mischievous tone in his voice loud and clear through the phone.

“You’re crazy.”

“Crazy for you.”

“I really miss you. Even if you say embarrassing shit like that.”

“I miss you too Y/N… can I come over tonight?” 

Your heart beat pounded with excitement at the prospect of Yuta spending the night with you. Finally, some real alone time, you thought.

“Yes, of course! Are you sure you’re not too tired?”

“Not at all. I just want to see you. Are you home yet?”

“Mhm, just got home.”

“I’ll be there in twenty.”

~

Twenty minutes later, Yuta was at your door, freshly showered and dressed in gray sweatpants and a black tank top. You welcomed him in and offered him a drink, but he just shook his head, pulling you towards him by your wrists.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything? Water? I can make us cocktails,” you offered, chuckling when he planted a kiss on your neck.

He just hummed, rubbing his nose along your jaw. “I just want you right now.”

You got on your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around his shoulders to peck him on the lips. He pouted when you pulled away too soon for his liking, trapping you in his embrace to kiss you again, this time harder and with purpose. His lips moved against yours sensually, and didn’t take you long to figure out that Yuta meant it when he said he needed you right now. 

Before you knew it, you were dragging Yuta down the hallway to your bedroom, his hands never leaving your body even for a second. As soon as you shut the door, Yuta was already sitting on your bed, reaching out to pull you towards him and into his lap. 

“You know what I realized,” Yuta asked as he laid back against your pillows, sighing at the feeling of your lips on his skin while you peppered kisses from his jaw to his collarbones.

“Hm?” you hummed, admiring the smooth skin of his neck that you so badly wanted to cover in love bites, but knew you couldn’t.

“Now that I’ve confessed, I can finally tell you all the things I’ve wanted to tell you.”

“Like what?”

“Like how pretty you are. And how crazy you make me feel,” he said, pushing your shirt up slightly to feel the warm skin of your hips. 

“What else?”

“What if I just show you the rest?” he said, sitting up and flipping you over so he could lay next to you.

Yuta kissed you again, hard and desperate like all of his kisses have been tonight. You ran your fingers through his hair, trying to pull him impossibly closer to you while he continued to kiss you like his life depended on it. He pulled away to quickly discard his shirt, smirking when your eyes traveled down his bare torso to admire the ridges of his abs and the details of the tattoos that decorated the skin of his hips where his sweats hung low. 

“Come here, pretty girl,” he said, helping you sit up so he could gently push your cardigan off your shoulders and leave kisses on the newly exposed skin.

As Yuta trailed his hands down your bare arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind, you played with the waistband of his sweats.

Yuta chuckled at your timidness. “Want these off?”

“Want to feel you,” you mumbled, tracing the outline of his butterfly tattoo with your finger.

You think you felt him shudder under your touch before he quickly stripped down to his underwear and kneeled between your legs while you laid back against your pillows.

You reached your hand out to palm him through his underwear, gasping at how warm and heavy he felt in your hand.

“Can I touch you, Yuta?” you asked, your chest rising and falling with how badly you wanted to watch him come undone in your hands.

“Of course, baby,” he said, finally pulling off his underwear and freeing his semi-hard erection. 

You wasted no time in wrapping your hands around his shaft and slowly moving up and down, watching how his jaw dropped in pleasure. When you leaned forward to spit on the tip to help you stroke him easier, he groaned and had to fight back the urge to thrust into your hand. 

You swore that the pretty sounds that slipped from his mouth were the hottest things you’ve ever heard, and you found yourself reaching between your legs to pull your underwear to the side and rub yourself for some relief from how aroused you were. 

When he saw what you were doing, Yuta pulled your hand away from his now fully hard erection and hooked his fingers in the waistband of your visibly damp panties, pulling them down your legs.

“Such a needy girl. Are you gonna let me make you feel good?” he said, reaching into the pocket of his discarded sweats and pulling out a condom.

“Please,” you moaned, squeezing your thighs together.

Yuta quickly rolled the condom onto his length, pumping himself a few times before rubbing the tip against your folds to collect your arousal. 

“Tell me if you want to stop, okay?” he said, waiting for your answer.

You nodded, rolling your hips up to get him to finally push into you.

He tsked, shaking his head. “Need to hear you say it, pretty girl.”

“Yes, Yuta, now please, need you feel you inside,” you whined, wiggling your hips.

He chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before slowly entering you, holding your legs open with a possessive grip on your thighs. After a few minutes of slow, shallow movements, Yuta picked up the pace, losing himself in the feeling of your warm, wet walls squeezing him perfectly.

You were absolutely mesmerized by the view above you, Yuta’s fluid, rhythmic thrusts making you roll your eyes back in ecstasy. You whimpered his name when he started going faster, worried that his hips would leave bruises on the back of your thighs from just how hard he was pounding into you. 

“That’s it baby,” Yuta moaned, pulling you by your hips to meet each of his thrusts.

The filthy sounds he let freely spill from his lips made you clench around him like a vice. You writhed around beneath him, trying to get him to slow down so you wouldn’t cum so soon. His fast, hard thrusts were getting you there a lot faster than you expected, and everything felt so damn good that you wanted it to last as long as possible. Every nerve in your body was on fire and you swear you’ve never been this turned on in your whole life. You tried to distract yourself by letting your hands roam his torso, once again tracing the outline of the intricate butterfly tattoo on his hip and running your thumb over his navel piercing. God, he’s a work of art, you thought, watching the way his abdominal muscles contracted with each thrust. 

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, when he dragged two fingers into his mouth and brought them down to your clit to rub quick, hard circles. The new stimulation almost sent you over the edge, forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut in a weak attempt to hold yourself together.

The man above you felt like he was losing himself too, every single one of his senses completely overwhelmed by you. The visual of you laid out in front of him was one he wanted burned into his memory for the rest of his life. You looked absolutely perfect with your fucked-out expression and desperate hands roaming every inch of his bare skin they could reach. Yuta’s hand that wasn’t rubbing your clit was occupied with holding your leg to your chest so he could hit as deep inside you as he could. You felt like absolute heaven. Your whimpers and the wet sounds coming from between you two sent a wave of arousal throughout his whole body that he had to force down so he wouldn’t finish right then and there.  

“Need to feel you cum around me, baby,” he groaned, knowing the way you were squeezing him meant you were close. 

“I’m almost there…,” you moaned, grabbing his wrists and trying to pull him down to you. “Please kiss me, Yuta.”

Of course Yuta couldn’t deny you anything, so he leaned over you, holding himself up by his forearms and pressing his lips to yours so hard it made you dizzy. He wrapped a hand around your jaw and kissed your mouth with such fervor it felt like he was trying to make sure you would never forget the taste of him. Meanwhile, his hips pistoned into yours relentlessly, leaving you with no choice but to cum, and you came hard.

“Look at me, baby,” Yuta breathed against your cheek, watching your body convulse and your eyes flutter closed at the intense feeling of your orgasm. 

The way your walls squeezed around him triggered his own release, and he quickly pulled out of you, peeling off the condom and jerking himself all over your stomach. He would’ve felt bad about making such a mess if you didn’t look so fucking hot painted with his cum. 

When you finally came down from your high, Yuta looked like he wanted to swallow you whole, dark eyes fixed on the wetness between your legs. He left wet kisses down your jaw and neck, crawling down your body until his head was nestled between your thighs.

“I don’t think I can-”

“Just one more, for me. Please,” he said, looking up at you. “Don’t make me beg.”

The idea of Yuta begging to eat you out was enough to make you cave, letting him throw your legs over his shoulders so he could hold you against his face securely. He felt your hands grab his hair, tugging on the dark strands with just enough force to make him groan in pleasure. He wasted no time diving in, making out with your pussy until his lips were coated in your arousal.

At the sound of your whimpers, Yuta began to fuck you with his tongue, his nose rubbing against your clit making you pull on his hair to get him to slow down. 

“Yuta, I’m so sensitive, please-”

“I’m sorry baby, just relax for me, okay?” he said, slowly running his tongue back and forth over your clit.

At the change of pace, your orgasm gradually creeped up on you until it washed over you in waves of pleasure that seemed to last forever as Yuta’s mouth worked you through your climax.

You had to pull him away from you, chest heaving and a thin layer of sweat on your forehead. As soon as he sat up, Yuta’s mouth was on yours and he kissed you with so much desire it made your head spin. You moaned at the taste of yourself on his tongue while Yuta dragged you into his lap, holding you as close as he possibly could.

When you both pulled away for air, you collapsed against his chest, your body exhausted from everything Yuta put it through. 

“Tired?” he asked, stroking your hair.

“Mhm,” you mumbled against his shoulder, feeling your eyes grow heavy.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back,” he said, laying you down so he could grab a wet washcloth and some clothes for you.

When you were all clean and dressed in one of your big t-shirts, Yuta laid down next to you and wrapped his arm around your waist. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to be with someone as much as I want to be with you, Y/N,” he admitted, tightening his hold on you.

That snapped your brain out of its sleepy haze and you smiled, nuzzling your face into his chest.

“Then I’m yours, Yuta,” you said, noticing the way your words made his heart beat a little faster. 

“Really? You promise?” he teased, kissing the top of your head.

“I promise.”

~ʚїɞ~

sunday kind of love: frat mark by smileysuh s

↳ a slow burn masterpiece. this is literally my bible. my holy text. frat mark is the love of my life forever and ever. the entire smileysuh frat au is one of the best nct fic series i’ve ever read, but this chapter in particular is just perfect. chances are you’ve probably read this but if you haven’t, you can thank me later. 

premium boy-toy (jeno x reader) by ncteez s

↳ this is one of the BEST jeno fics you will ever read. it made my whole mind, body, and soul tingle and i cannot stop reading it. it was just so sexy and teasing and perfect. every time i reread it feels exactly like the first time. THANK U NCTEEZ!!

a/b/o nct (series) by smileysuh s

↳ i know not everyone likes a/b/o, but you’ve gotta trust me on this one. smileysuh is a genius and i will stand by that forever and ever.

kiss kiss fall in love (shotaro x reader) by sluttyten s 

↳ adorable innocent shotaro is the love of my life.

i’m glad we met (johnny x reader) by sluttyten s

↳ sluttyten NEVER disappoints. this fic was insanely good, please go read it now. nothing beats met gala johnny.

sakura kiss (yuta x reader) by sehunniepotwrites a, f

↳ the most precious thing i have ever read. nearly brought me to tears.

smashing the six (series) by yutaholic s

↳ i love this series so much. every time there was an update i would drop everything to go read it. COLLEGE AU MARK JUST HAS A VICE GRIP ON ME T_T i wish he was real so bad. 

bitch hunters (series) by tyonfs s

↳ perfection. this series is so good and SO fucking funny. jeno’s chapter is my favorite but tbh they’re all amazing so far. 

the yuletide boyfriend (yangyang x reader) by nctsworld s

↳  this fic is just too cute, i love my boyfriend yangyang forever and ever.

pussy fiend, part 2 (haechan x reader) by domjaehyun s

↳ THIS FIC CHANGED MY LIFE. best smut i’ve ever read, hands down. i personally prefer part 2 over part 1, but read both if you want. 

on the edge (werewolf! mark x reader) by markleespitsbars s

↳ i always have to come back and reread this fic. so so so good. 

cherry girl (twitch streamer! jaemin x reader) by tyonfs s

↳ i can’t quite explain why i like this fic so much, but it’d be a crime to not put it on this list because it’s just so fucking funny. 

going for the gold (yuta x reader) by the almighty sluttyten s

↳ there’s a certain word i like to use to classify sexy yuta and that word is yutawap. this is THE yutawap fic. iykyk. 

daddy issues (johnny x reader) by yutaholic s

↳ JOHNNY 😭😭💗💗💗

use me (taeyong x reader) by the one and only yutaholic s

↳ i don’t usually read angst, but man this fic was so fire. 

awaken (chenle x reader) by nsheetee s

↳ another one i always come back to reread. 

like the stars (jaemin x reader series) by drewexe s

↳ this was so cute, i loved this series so much.

the scent of blood (jaehyun x reader, yuta x reader) by yutaholic s

↳ everything i've ever wanted and needed in one perfect fic- werewolf yuta and vampire jaehyun.

kiss me to sleep (haechan x reader) by bambisungchan f

↳ so cute and perfect, i love haechan so much 😭💗

new town, new me (jaemin x reader) by loudstan s

↳ i've reread this probably a dozen times. loudstan has some of the best nct werewolf au fics i've ever read, do yourself a favor and read this one then read every single one on their masterlist NOW. you won't regret it.

delphinium (mark x reader) by ncteez s

↳ an absolute masterpiece. i can't even find the words to describe how much i love this fic, just go read it and see for yourself how damn good it is.

tell me it's love (mark x reader) by mingirn s

↳ i'm just a sucker for sweet, cozy little oneshots like this. tell me it's love is seriously everything you could possibly want in a mark x reader. i adore this so much.

love bites & craving (haechan x reader) by sundaysundaes s

↳ VAMP HYUCK!! need i say more?

merigiarre (chenji) by englishsummerrain on ao3

↳ this fic changed the trajectory of my life forever in about a thousand different ways. it's written absolutely beautifully, like poetry, and my god, the SETTING?! an artist and a dancer falling in love on the italian coast is the perfect love story. nothing will ever top this.

cat and mouse (taeyong x reader) by whereisten on ao3 s

~

Kun sighed, taking another sip of a quadruple shot iced americano that has yet to kick in. Cracking his knuckles, he begins typing the eight page philosophy essay due in three days, just one of about a dozen assignments he has to have done by Friday.

By the time Ten knocks on his door a few hours later, Kun is passed out in front of his computer, drooling on the keyboard. Ten takes out his phone to snap a quick picture before tapping his roommate on the shoulder.

“Hey man, I’m making ramen if you want some,” he offered, knowing full well all Kun had consumed today was coffee and a bag of popcorn, evident from the empty bag crumpled next to the stack of textbooks on his desk. 

“Sure, what time is it?” he asked, wiping the drool off his cheek.

“1 am.”

“Oh my god,” Kun rubbed his eyes and checked to see that he only had three pages done. “I’m screwed.”

“You know if you need help with anything, just ask. I can’t promise you’ll get an A, but I can bullshit a paper if you need me to.”

“I’m not that desperate yet,” he groaned, picking up where he left off on the paper. 

“You sure?” Ten asked, picking up the empty coffee cup and popcorn bag littering Kun’s workspace. 

“Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll take that ramen though.”

“Coming right up.”

Ten came back about five minutes later to drop off the soup and watched Kun type like his life depended on it, the lethal amount of caffeine in his system making his leg bounce uncontrollably and his left eye twitch every few seconds. He noticed an empty Red Bull can next to Kun’s laptop.

Slightly worried that his friend would die of a heart attack, Ten took the pack of energy drinks by Kun’s bed into the kitchen, hiding them under the sink. His poor roommate has been swamped with coursework for the past few weeks, and it was starting to affect his friends too. Haechan has had to step up as interim Health & Safety Officer for the past two Nu Chi Theta meetings, which was a total disaster. Ten vividly recalls his frat brother telling everyone the importance of not using spray paint on your chest when you want to cheer shirtless at a basketball game because of the toxic fumes. He supposes the information was useful, but not exactly relevant since half the frat had been banned from attending this semester’s basketball games after the homecoming incident (caused by Haechan, of course). 

Not only has Kun’s absence from the meetings left the most unqualified person possible to fill in for him, but also made him absent at Nu Chi Theta’s weekly game nights. Without the frat’s official peacekeeper there to keep the games civilized, three fights have broken out over Smash Bros and Doyoung has declared Jungwoo his mortal enemy. They haven’t spoken in eight days and refuse to acknowledge each other.

Knowing that there was only so much he could do to help Kun through this hellish semester, Ten decided to call in reinforcements. 

~

“You look like shit,” you said, setting down a cappuccino and croissant in front of a very disheveled and groggy Kun.

“Thanks,” he replied, yawning and stirring two spoonfuls of sugar into his coffee. 

Most mornings, you worked an opening shift at the campus’ coffee shop. Kun had a 9 am lecture in the building right around the corner, so he always stopped by to get breakfast before class, but he mostly just liked to see you. Ever since Renjun had introduced you two at a party last year and you both ended up being the babysitters for your shitfaced friends, he decided he wanted an excuse to be around you as much as possible. You were fun to talk to and didn’t mind taking care of everyone and helping Kun clean up the next morning. After that night, Yangyang called you two the mom and dad of the friend group, which led to Haechan teasing him about his alleged mommy kink. Kun tried to ignore the twinge of jealousy he felt when you pinched Yangyang’s cheeks and called him your baby boy.

Last semester, Kun enrolled in the same film appreciation elective as you just so he could invite you over to do the group projects you were assigned. He liked listening to you talk and lead your study sessions. It was a nice change of pace from him always having to be the leader in group projects. You were sweet, reliable, and cute, which drove him just a little crazy.

“So, uh, Ten told me that you didn’t go to bed until a couple hours ago,” you said, sitting across from him.

“I had a lot of homework.”

“That’s what you said yesterday morning too. Don’t you think two all nighters in a row is a bit much?”

“Four.”

“What?”

“Four all nighters. I think I’ve gotten about six total hours of sleep the past four nights,” he said, yawning again. 

You looked at his tired, handsome face in shock. Six hours?? How is he even alive?

“Kun, is that why you’ve been MIA? Are your professors trying to kill you?” you said, trying to meet his sleepy gaze.

He just hummed, taking a slow sip of his coffee.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m fine. Just gotta get through this week.”

You frowned, thinking about what Ten told you over the phone when you got to work.

“Y/N, it’s bad this time. Really bad. He won’t sleep, go to the frat meetings, or do his chores around the apartment,” Ten groaned. “He won’t even cook for us anymore. You gotta talk to him.”

When Kun yawned a third time, you finally cleared your throat.

“Let me help you.”

“I don’t need you to do that.”

“Yes you do. Please, Kun. Let me do some of your assignments. I took Modern Philosophy last semester, I can at least make you a study guide for the multiple choice final,” you pleaded, watching him stir his coffee slowly. “It hurts seeing you like this.”

That seemed to get his attention.

“I didn’t mean to make everyone feel bad for me. This is just how college is,” he said, avoiding your worried gaze. He knew how you were. You wouldn’t leave him alone until he accepted your offer, and he was secretly glad of that. He would never say it out loud, but this was the first time in his three years of college that he was considering dropping out. His anxiety due to lack of sleep and macrodosing on caffeine has been making him feel like he’s dying. When he woke up this morning and couldn’t move his arms and legs to get out of bed, he realized that he’s completely exhausted. Maybe taking eighteen units wasn’t a smart move.

“Please tell me how I can help you,” you said, grabbing his hand and forcing him to look at you. 

His heartbeat quickened at the sincerity and worry in your voice. He considered your offer. Kun hated asking others for help, but for some reason you never made him feel like a burden. Whenever he asked for your help in the past, you would do it happily. Even now, when you’re taking four classes a week and working most days, you would still put time aside to make his life a little easier. You squeezed his hand gently, waiting for him to speak.

“Do you think we could meet up after your research class so you could keep me company while I’m studying? Lately I’ve been getting distracted or falling asleep, so maybe having someone around would keep me focused so I can get through finals.”

“Yes! If you use your meal points to get me lunch.”

He chuckled at that, smiling at you. At least he would be able to repay you for keeping him company. “Sure. Any other conditions?”

“Hmm, let me do your philo discussion posts. Those are basically busy work, so it won’t compromise your morals about earning your success or whatever.” 

“How is that a condition? That’s just helping me even more.”

“Well, you can repay me for that later,” you winked, making Kun’s ears turn red. This didn’t go unnoticed by you. “But only if I get A’s. You don’t owe me anything if I fuck up your grade in that class.”

He knew you were joking. He wasn’t the only one who made the dean’s list every semester since freshman year. Kun’s perfectionism and impeccable grades were only rivaled by yours. 

“Deal.”

~

You spent the next two weeks typing up discussion posts and proofreading Kun’s essays. Knowing that a change of environment would make him feel more refreshed and focused, you opted to meet either at your favorite spot in the library or at your dorm. 

As promised, he brought you sandwiches and kimbap and you subtly forced him to take meal breaks between homework sessions. In your mission to help him survive this semester, you and Ten also conspired to wean Kun off of his deadly caffeine dependency. When you secretly replaced a shot of espresso in his triple shot americanos with decaf, he didn’t seem to notice. You even started making him drink tea every evening so he wouldn’t shotgun a Red Bull when he was starting to feel tired.

Kun was sipping a mug of green tea on your couch while working on an assignment when you noticed that he looked a bit more well rested than usual. You texted the group chat you made with Ten and Yangyang, who you recruited as your spies. 

Y/N: Status report. What time did the target go to bed last night? Over.

baby yangyang 🍼: he turned the lights off in his room around midnight and i stopped hearing his music playing at around 1am, so i think he fell asleep around then. over.

Y/N: Thanks for the intel, private. Over.

tennifer lopez: Why the fuck are you two freaks roleplaying again

tennifer lopez: Anyways, i can confirm that he went to bed around 1:30 because i definitely heard him doing guy stuff through the wall we share and then it went completely quiet after that. Over.

Yangyang almost spit out the water he was drinking when he read the last text. 

“Bro! That means he’s finally back to normal,” he called out to Ten, who was in the kitchen. 

“What do you mean,” Ten replied.

“Well, you know how it’s hard to jerk off when there’s a lot on your mind? There’s no way Kun has been getting off with all the stress he’s been under. Which means…”

“Oh shit, you’re right. Now that I think about it, I think that’s his first time cranking one out in a while. He’s back!” Ten ran over and high fived his roommate. When their phones dinged with another text from you, they opened the chat.

Y/N: Thanks so much for that incredible information 

tennifer lopez: LMFAOOO

You locked your phone, unable to look at Kun right away after what you just read. Against your better judgment, you shifted in your seat at the thought of your extremely hot friend getting himself off. To take your mind off of that intrusive thought, you looked over at Kun’s laptop to see how his homework was coming along.

“Are you almost done?”

“Pretty much. All I have left to do is revise a bit for my comp sci final, and I’m done for the semester,” he said, hitting the submit button on the last assignment he had to complete for his classes. 

“Finally,” you said, leaning against his arm and putting your head on his shoulder. “I’m so proud of you. How do you feel?”

“Good. I would’ve crashed and burned if it weren’t for you, so thank you,” he said, letting his head rest on top of yours. 

“Of course. Now…” you turned to look up at him, smiling. “We deserve a break. Let’s get some takeout and watch a movie.”

Kun gulped. It wasn’t uncommon for just the two of you to have a movie night or hang out, but the feelings for you that he has tried to suppress for almost a year have been fighting their way to the surface lately. Each homework session you two have had for the past couple weeks has made that painfully clear to him. The pretty smile you’d flash at him when you would offer him a bite of your sandwich was enough to make his knees weak. The comforting scent of your perfume helped him focus when he started to space out after reading page after page of boring text. Each word of encouragement you gave him when he felt like giving up stuck in his brain until he started to have some hope that he would make it. 

And he did. Here he was, zero upcoming assignments, confident that he’ll ace his finals, and in the company of the girl he’s pretty sure he’s fallen in love with. Kun knew your roommate would be at Jackson Wang’s party tonight, and the idea of being alone with you right now felt a bit intimidating. But also exhilarating. Kun suddenly remembered the thoughts of you that creeped into his head last night when he had his hand down his pajama pants, and he felt a blush creep onto his face. He put his hand in his pocket, pulling his black hoodie over his lap as discreetly as he possibly could. 

“Uh, yeah. Sounds good,” he said, watching you take out your phone to order Chinese food. 

“I feel like it’s been forever since we’ve hung out without your insane amount of homework ruining the vibe,” you chuckled, adding both of your usual favorite dishes to the order. “I’m happy you can finally relax.”

“Me too. You know what would help me relax even more?” Kun said in a suggestive tone that caught you completely off guard.

“W-what?”

“A drink. Do you want anything?” he said, smirking. You were always cute, but there was something about how your eyes widened at his first question that made you look absolutely adorable. If he knew it was that easy to make you flustered, he would’ve talked to you like that a lot sooner.

“Um, a grape soju please.”

You watched your friend walk into the kitchen to get the drinks and released a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. It wasn’t unusual for you both to exchange playfully flirty remarks every once in a while, but the amount of time you’ve spent together the last couple weeks has made you realize just how attracted you are to Kun. Unfortunately for you, this has made everything he says and does affect you way more than it should, which has led to your current flustered state. You hoped that bottle of soju would calm you down enough to get through the movie night without embarrassing yourself. 

When Kun came back with the drinks and a bag of freshly popped popcorn, you had already started the movie and made a nest of your coziest blankets. 

“The food will be here in about forty minutes,” you said, pulling your knees up to your chest to get comfortable.

“Ah, so in the meantime we’ll enjoy Guardians of the Galaxy, as expected,” he said as he set everything down on the coffee table.

“And then Black Panther. I figured we could both go for something easy to watch. We’ll save whatever historical drama that’s on your watchlist for next time.”

~

The two of you were pleasantly tipsy by the time the food arrived, laughing at the movie you’ve both seen a million times and taking turns tossing popcorn into each other's mouths. Kun couldn’t help but stare at your lips and neck when you took another shot of soju, stifling an embarrassed chuckle when you caught him. You smiled and wiggled your eyebrows at him.   

“Um, how much do I owe you for the food?”

“I’ll let you repay me with a kiss,” you said, leaning in until you were just a few inches away from his face.

Before you could even laugh at your little joke, Kun was staring at your lips again. His half-lidded gaze made your heart skip a beat and you froze, wondering if he was actually gonna do it.

“Can I?” he whispered, finally shifting his gaze from your mouth to your eyes.

You nodded your head, scared that your voice would tremble if you tried to speak. Your eyes fluttered shut when Kun softly pressed his lips to yours, your hands finding his shoulders in a silent request for him not to pull away.

Just to tease you, he did pull away only to catch a glimpse of your cute pout. When you looked up at him through your eyelashes, eyes begging him to kiss you again, he did. Your soft, pillowy lips felt like heaven against his, and he couldn’t stop pecking them. Each peck lingered a little more until Kun deepened the kiss, licking past the seam of your lips and holding your face against his while tilting his head to explore your mouth at a better angle.

You pressed yourself closer to him while he kissed you exactly the way he always wanted to, and he had to force himself not to drag you into his lap so you could feel just how much you were affecting him. Everything, from the way your small hands gripped his shoulders to the way you sucked on his tongue made his senses go into overdrive. He was losing himself in your warmth, the scent of your perfume, and the little noises that came from the back of your throat when his hands roamed down your body to squeeze your hips.

You whimpered his name and he pulled away, stroking your cheek and leaving a gentle kiss to your jaw. 

“Hm? Do you wanna stop?” he asked. “It’s okay if you do. I-”

You cut him off by kissing him again, smiling against his lips. “I like you, Kun. A lot. And I want to keep kissing you. But, uh, the food is getting cold.”

You giggled when he took a deep breath and pulled you back into his arms, heart soaring at your confession. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Does that mean you like me too?”

“Yes!” He buried his face in your hair, wanting to just hold you for as long as he could. “Can we just heat the food up later?”

“Mhm. I’m in the mood for something else anyways,” you said, kissing a spot on his neck and noticing the goosebumps that covered his skin when you left another kiss right below his ear. 

“Fuck,” he cursed, losing the battle against his own self control and pulling you into his lap, maneuvering your legs so you straddled him. “Is this okay?”

“Yes, Kun. Now please touch me before I lose my mind.”

He almost moaned when you rolled your hips against his, instead kissing you to swallow your own gasp when you felt how aroused he was already.

“Want you to come on my fingers,” he mumbled against your lips, slipping his hand between your legs under your skirt and beginning to rub you through your already damp underwear. 

“Please,” you begged again, and he subconsciously began moving his hips against your leg for some sort of relief.

You moaned into his shoulder when he slipped his middle finger inside of you, pumping it in and out as you rolled your hips to meet his movements. The gasps and whimpers you let out when he added another finger made him squeeze his eyes shut. He was so worked up, he could cum in his pants just at the sounds you were making. But he wanted to make this as good as possible for you, so he stopped grinding against your thigh and focused on the feeling of his fingers dragging against your walls.

“Right there,” you breathed when he reached that spot inside of you that made your eyes roll back.

He continued to finger you and rub your clit against his palm until your body tensed up and your orgasm made you shake uncontrollably. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you, not ceasing his movements until you rode out your high for as long as possible. 

When he finally slipped his fingers out of you, you grabbed his hand and led his soaked ring and middle fingers into your mouth, sucking them clean and looking at him with lust-clouded eyes. Kun’s jaw dropped. That was the single hottest thing he’s ever seen, and he knew from that moment on he would do anything to please you. He immediately flipped you over, nestling himself between your legs and kissing you hard. 

“Need you so bad right now,” he groaned, pressing himself against your warm center.

“Condoms are in the bathroom, under the sink,” you said, trying not to laugh when Kun launched himself off the couch and ran to the bathroom faster than you’ve ever seen him run.

He came back about twelve seconds later, pulling down his sweatpants and underwear and tearing open the condom packet. You slid off your underwear and pulled off your cardigan, revealing your white lacy tank top underneath.

“Tell me if it hurts, okay?” he said gently, spreading your thighs apart and positioning himself at your entrance.

“Of course,” you said, grinning up at him and kissing his cheek as he rubbed himself against you, gathering your arousal to make it easier for him to slip in. 

You took deep breaths as he entered you as slowly as he possibly could. This was only your second time sleeping with someone, so you were incredibly tight. Kun groaned when you slipped a hand between your bodies, rubbing small circles against your clit to help you relax. 

“Feels okay?” he asked, rocking into you gently.

“Mhm, you can go a little faster if you want,” you said, threading your fingers through his soft hair.

You did not have to tell him twice. He started thrusting into you rhythmically, holding your knees up to your chest so he could hit your sweet spot. You cried out, gripping the blankets beneath you as Kun breathed heavily into your neck. Since he had already made you cum, it didn’t take too long to get you close again. Thank god, because the way you were moaning his name and clenching around him made Kun feel like he would burst any second. 

“I’m gonna cum, fuck,” you said, digging your nails into his shoulders. 

“Me too, god, you feel amazing. Cum for me, angel.”

Kun’s hands trembled and he buried himself in you as deep as he possibly could. He closed his eyes, focusing on the contracting of his muscles and the way you squeezed him as you both rode out your highs. When you both finally calmed down a bit, he gently pulled out of you and took off his shirt, groaning at the way the cool air hit his damp skin when he got up to throw away the condom. 

He watched your chest heave up and down as you tried to catch your breath, and it was then that Kun decided you were the best thing to ever happen to him. How could anyone else make him feel as incredible as you did, physically and emotionally? Who else cared for him so deeply and looked at him the way you were looking at him right now, with pure adoration? 

It was almost embarrassing how much he wanted to cry when you pulled him into your arms and kissed his sweaty temple. There were a million things he wanted to say right now, I love you, being at the top of that list, but “Thank you” slipped from his lips before he could decide what to say first. 

“I should be the one thanking you for the two best orgasms of my life,” you laughed, running your hands through his hair soothingly. 

“There’s a lot more where that came from,” he teased.

“Does that mean…”

“What? That you’ll let me be your boyfriend?” 

“Let you? Kun, it would be an honor to be your girlfriend.”

“You’re such a dork,” he said, pecking your cheeks. “I lo-“

“I love you too, Kun.”

“Why didn’t you let me say it first?”

“Because I didn’t want to give you the chance to overthink it immediately after, like I know you would’ve.”

“You’re perfect.”

“Thank you. Now if you don’t mind, I feel very sticky right now so I would like to take a shower.”

Kun reluctantly peeled himself off of you and helped you off the couch, laughing when you wobbled to the bathroom.

I think we’re officially even, he thought to himself.

~~