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HOME RUN by Raewrites

***this fic is 18+ MDNI!!! enjoy <33***

Per long-standing tradition at your University laid out by the many players before you, the softball team attended every one of the boys' baseball games and the boys did their best to reciprocate as well. You didn't necessarily love watching baseball, preferring to be a participant, but it was in the spirit of good sportsmanship to cheer on your counterparts. It also didn't hurt to watch the guys in their baseball pants.

You and the rest of the girls you had been playing alongside the last two years sat up close and personal behind the dugout at this home game chanting and cheering for your boys, and jeering at the other team's. It was an understatement to say you all spent a lot of time together. This meant that dating, someone sleeping with someone, and drama were inevitable. But, there was one who seemed unattainable, unreachable, untouchable.

Captain of the team, Kim Hongjoong.

He was beautiful: dyed blue hair after a lost bet, baseball cap on backwards whenever he was in the dugout, and a deadly side profile. You had set your sights on him long ago, despite how disappointing that may turn out. You couldn't help it--the way his wide smile spread across his face when his teammates made a good play, how he could command the entire team with poise, and when things didn't go their way, he didn't look half bad angry either. A horrible part of you wanted the team to mess something up just so you could witness Captain Hongjoong in action laying a firm hand scolding the player. Something about his natural dominance was magnetic.

You tugged on your loose jersey and crossed your legs so the wind had less chance to pick up your skirt. Coming as a team, you and the girls always wore your jerseys to the games in the spirit of school pride. You did wish you had your cap with you, though, as the sun began dipping to a bothersome angle. You lifted your hand to shield your eyes.

"What'd I miss?" Ryujin sat back down beside you on the bleachers with a drink and popcorn in hand.

You popped a handful in your mouth with a crunch before speaking, "last inning and the boys are behind. I don't think they'll beat this pitcher." You shook your head disappointedly.

Ryujin sucked air between her teeth, "shame, they started off so well. Hongjoong will not be happy about that." Her eyes went wide at that, implying she wouldn't want to be on the receiving end.

"Yeah, good luck, boys." You agreed with her only in words while your eyes locked in on Hongjoong, mind wandering elsewhere.

You piped up once you got to the entrance to the dugout. "Hey, good game out there really. Mingi, that was one hell of a hit in the fourth!" You high-fived him and he gave a half-hearted smile. He opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off before he had the chance.

"Mingi." Both of your heads snapped to the side where Hongjoong was staring at the both of you. "Locker room." His expression was unreadable when he gave the order, cap and bat gripped tightly in one hand.

Mingi snatched up his glove from the bench. "Thanks," he directed back at you, "I'll catch you later. We all still down for pizza and beer tonight? My place?" He asked thumbs pointing to himself as he took steps in the direction his captain wanted him.

"'Your place' is a funny way of saying the frat house." You taunted. "Beer is all yours, I'll take something sweet, but yes we are still on. See you all later!" You had to essentially yell the last part to him as he disappeared behind the buildings.

Ryujin gathered her bag and you two took off towards the car to get ready.

The frat house wasn't your favorite place to go, but it was typically where all of the baseball and softball players gravitated towards since it was the largest spot to house everyone. Music thumped throughout the house, mess already starting to grow of abandoned solo cups and paper plates. Ryujin stood at your side as you poured two mixed drinks sweet to your liking.

"There you two are!" Seonghwa slung a tipsy arm around Ryujin's shoulders, and Mingi did the same with yours. "Now the party can start." You laughed, setting down the bottle before you were forced to spill it.

"Because that would stop you two from partying." You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your chosen sweet beverage.

"Listen, _____, you got me there." Mingi took his arm back and pointed both pointer fingers at you. He burst out laughing like it was the funniest thing he'd ever said. "As per usual, cornhole's out back, beer pong in the dining room, and someone brought like, twister, or something in the living room. I don't know. Enjoy!" The two skipped off into the next room to cause more mischief.

You and Ryujin exchanged a look before laughing and finding yourself in the next room over.

A few drinks in, you two convinced yourselves you would totally win at a game of twister. Someone really did bring twister, for better or for worse, and so you were now contorted into a deep lunge, one hand on the ground looking like you were about to start breakdancing. San and Wooyoung were your competitors, somehow also folded into the mix like origami. As much dancers as they were baseball players, of course they would be good at this.

The further you four got into the game, the more onlookers came to witness the madness.

"____ you can get left hand green if you go under San's ass!" You think Yeji shouted to you. Unfortunately for San, the minute you went to do this, you bumped into his hip and knocked him out of the game. Laughter chorused through your crowd and someone poured San a shot for losing which he accepted gracefully.

"Dude, you could so win!" Mingi's voice was unmistakable behind you, but you didn't dare turn and look. In your tipsy state, you would certainly fall over. "If Ryujin does right foot red and knocks Wooyoung ove--" Mingi didn't get to finish his sentence, interrupted by his own and others' gasps.

In the process of him pointing to your opponents, he spilled almost the entirety of his beer all over your torso. Immediately you collapsed out of your contortion and stood up in shock, stinking of beer and feeling it begin to soak through to your skin. The wet, sticky liquid coated your entire front, staining the white shirt a vile color of burnt yellow.

He stared at you, mouth agape and horrified. "Yo, I'm so sorry, look I can--"

"I think you've done enough." Hongjoong's voice cut in as he stepped up to the two of you, looking sternly at Mingi. He turned back to you, "come on, let's get this taken care of." Hongjoong grabbed your wrist and lead you away from the distressed crowd. You heard a few of the onlookers giving Mingi a hard time, but you couldn't focus on them at all. They were all a blur as soon Hongjoong stepped in and your heart pounded a little harder. Where his fingers encased your wrist burned and you couldn't tell if that was just the alcohol or if you really were getting yourself giddy over less than holding hands.

You felt bad for Mingi, knowing he didn't mean it, but not bad enough to leave your spot in tow behind Hongjoong as he took you into a room upstairs. "Here, have a seat there." He pointed to a bed and you sat on the edge, hyper aware and awkward. With nothing else to do while you waited, you looked around the dim space. Only the warm glow of a lamp in the corner made anything visible. Glancing around, there were a few trophies and medals, books and clothes, and then pictures. You squinted your eyes to get a better look and scanned across the family photos just to realize one common denominator: the man that lead you here. You stiffened immediately, muscles tensing. You were in Hongjoong's room, sitting on his navy comforter.

Ever so acutely aware of your body and the anxiety-inducing knowledge of where you were, you noticed the feeling of the damp material sticking to you was getting colder by the second and more uncomfortable. At least the amount of tipsy you were definitely helped lessen how much you were bothered by the feeling. Hongjoong had disappeared behind a door and came back out with a towel. He instinctively sat beside you and began blotting, taking the towel across your abdomen and on your shoulders, hesitant at your chest but still lightly helping. You had half a mind to take over for him, but you didn't dare ruin this moment having him so close to you.

You grew worried that through the quiet he could hear your aggressive heartbeat, so you spoke about the only thing you knew how to. "I'm sorry about the game today," you offered. Every time your eyes wandered to his focused face, scanning across his eyelashes and down his nose, the intimacy of the moment forced you to look back at the towel tracing across your shirt and skin.

He half-smiled, watching his work, "I'm sorry about Mingi." You two chuckled.

"It's really okay, I know he didn't mean it. He and the guys are just trying to blow off steam after a loss. We've all been there." You grimaced at that, remembering some of the harsher losses you have sustained.

"Yeah, I know. I just wish they'd blow off steam at the gym like they're supposed to. Maybe then we wouldn't lose." He clicked his tongue and raised his eyebrows in thought.

You smiled at his thoroughness in the game and in drying you up, "the gym would be a much more practical place, but alas people blow off steam in many different ways, Captain. You seem like you could." Although you didn't mean for it to come out suggestive, you knew that it did, and your blush gave you away as you visibly froze up.

He paused his movements and you watched as his tongue traced his teeth. Without lifting his head, his eyes canted up towards you, "oh yeah?" He asked through his lashes. Your hips shifted where you sat at his sudden change in demeanor. "And how do you suggest I blow off steam tonight?" He tilted his head up then to look down his nose at you, making you feel small under his intensity. His unwavering gaze was intimidating to say the least and insanely attractive to say the most.

Hoping you weren't misreading the situation, you took a bold stance, "I-I think I could help with that, if you'd like." You looked at him with low-lidded eyes, your proposal fueled by liquid courage. You bit your lower lip in anticipation. There was a heavy pause while he studied your face. He was making sure you meant what you said, that you were strong and sure in your offer. As soon as he came to the conclusion you were desperately attempting to convey, he let the towel fall to the ground in a heap so both of his hands could come to your hips instead. His thumbs slipped under the hem of your shirt making the first electrifying contact with your body.

"You know," he drawled, "you should really get out of these wet clothes. You could catch a cold." He watched your every move, every expression with more scrutiny than he watched a game while he started to lift the garment up exposing more of you to him. The minute you lifted your arms for him to toss it off, he took that and ran with it. Your entire being hummed from the hunger he moved with.

His rough hands calloused from bats and mitts grabbed your waist and tossed you further back onto his bed with a squeal from you. You didn't think you could get any more turned on than you already were, pussy throbbing with need from every small show of dominance he used with you. The blue-haired man yanked off his own shirt to reveal what many years of training carved into his tan skin. You shamelessly licked your lips at the lines indenting all down his stomach.

Hongjoong didn't let you gawk long before covering you, pressing your bodies together eliciting sharp gasps from both parties. "You're so warm," you breathed, his face not an inch from yours. Taking your hands from their stationary purchase beside you, they found his sides and his back, reveling in the newly exposed skin and clutching at the muscle.

"You need to be warmed up." He voice was already rough, speaking so close that your lips brushed together before slotting his mouth against yours, taking the reigns effortlessly while you followed his lead. Your hips lifted to try and garner any possible friction, moving towards his body to get closer still, closer to where you wanted him. Feeling your pitiful movements, his knee dropped in between your legs and you let out a soft, pleased sound. A breathy groan left him the minute you began taking advantage of his thigh.

The pressure against your clit through the thin material of your underwear only scratched the surface, desperation bubbling up. "More--please--Captain." The title slipped out amongst your pleas. It was second nature to refer to him that way as you had many times with your teammates, and you used the word in your daily life on your own team, but you couldn't believe you'd just called him that while underneath him. Instantly, you pulled back, mortified, eyes wide and waiting any sign of the disgust you anticipated.

His mouth formed a wide, sinful grin, eyes almost crazed with desire. You swallowed hard.

"Keep calling me that," he breathed out in a deep, wrecked tone. His lips were back on yours briefly before taking a dedicated tour around your neck, along your collarbone, and down your stomach that probably tasted faintly of beer. You were on fire, heat building within you at every touch, every movement, and he hadn't even put a hand below the belt yet. The fervor that he continued with trumped every other man you'd ever even attempted. There was passion in every movement and diligence in every touch.

Hongjoong reached the hem of your skirt and bypassed it, flipping it up to expose your underwear and the damp spot he'd created. His eyes nearly rolled back at the sight, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he smoothed his hands over your silky thighs. "God, I can't wait to taste you. This all for me?" He slid his thumb from your clit down to your entrance along the darkened material and you squirmed.

"Yes." You were hardly able to keep your eyes on him it was too much already.

"'Yes' what?" He paused all movements, eyes looking up at you, looking divine between your legs.

It came out so easily this time, making your hips stir with desire, "yes, Captain." The grin returned as he slid your underwear down your legs, clearly approving of your words.

He kissed his way up your inner thigh, ticklish and sensitive, before landing his mouth where you so desperately needed him. His tongue circled your clit lightly, teasingly, to which you whined.

"You are an impatient little thing, aren't you?" He mumbled from between your thighs then attached his lips to your clit, sucking diligently. You moaned fuller then, satisfied that you finally felt relief. "Yeah, I know. That's better isn't it?" His tongue flattened and lapped long, languid strokes at your center in between his devastating assault on your clit that had you shaking and clenching around nothing.

"C-Captain please--." You balled your fists in the bedding below you.

"Yes, sweetheart?" He continued his ruthless pattern, sensing when you were close and removing his mouth from your clit edging you frustratingly accurately.

"I need you inside me." You essentially whined out the entire request. Looking at him with watery eyes, head tilting to the side on the pillow beneath you. Tongue-in-cheek, his dark eyes held yours as he slid his hand closer and closer to your center.

You threw your head back, unable to focus any longer the minute his two fingers pressed into you. Your breathing deepened, finally getting to feel somewhat full. Hongjoong crooked them at just the right angle, starting a deadly rhythm finger-fucking you and swirling your clit with his tongue. "This what you wanted, hm? Me to fill you up?" He knew the answer without you saying it. Yes, you thought, kind of, but your dick is the real goal.

You approached your high once more, your body moving along with his digits to try and chase it before he could ruin it again, before he could drag it out any longer. You felt his tongue pause it's movement as he let out a discontented hum.

"Greedy," he tutted, "You want to cum already? I haven't even fucked you yet." He sounded fake disappointed, a patronizing voice that had you reeling. "The first time I make you cum will be on my cock." His tone turned serious and wanting.

He retracted his fingers and, knowing you would look directly at him for the loss of feeling, ran his tongue along their length before sucking them clean. Your eyebrows pulled together, face twisted in pure desperation. You licked your lips watching him. His lips twisted into a smirk down at you and he began undoing his pants nice and slow.

And the baseball pants you loved to stare at did not lie. Hongjoong was ripped all over, thighs solid and definitely well-endowed. Not giving you enough time to gawk, he moved towards you again. He knelt in between your legs and lifted your hips up at an angle, pulling your ass into his lap with ease. Your arms flew above your head to steady yourself using the headboard while you never let him out of your sight. Eyes trained on his cock, you watched as he prodded your entrance, the tip just grazing you.

When he didn't move, you looked at his face for answers and to blatantly plead some more. He was watching you with a delectably devious expression knowing he was torturing you by taking his sweet time. You knew he had self control by watching him lead, watching him coach, watching him hold back from screaming profanities at the other team so hard the veins on his neck popped out, but didn't expect the ability to carry over elsewhere. Once a trait you admired, now driving you insane.

His eyebrow raised with a smug smile, head cocked slightly to the side having been waiting for you to notice his toying. "Is there something you want?" He asked, patronizing tone returning. After he spoke, he thrust forward ever so slightly just to remind you--as if you needed it. "Gotta ask for it, Sweetheart." He tilted his head the other way, withdrawing again. You were painfully aware of the lack of dick you were getting.

"Fuck, please Captain, I want you." You played his game, but it was also just the only phrase on repeat in your head. Please. Please. Please.

He moved forward then, inching his dick into you painfully slowly so you could feel every single inch stretch you open. "You want my cock?" He asked darkly, continuing to fill you up.

"Need it." You breathed in sharply as your hips moved to meet him.

As soon as you moved he clicked his tongue, "knew you were greedy. Now, let's see you take it like the greedy, desperate girl you are." In one quick movement your hips were flush together. You let out a yelp of a moan feeling him seated inside you. Then he finally began moving.

Hongjoong's rhythmic pace was mind numbing. You were losing yourself to pleasure with every stroke rubbing against the delicious parts of your walls at this angle. He leveraged with a grip on your hips and thighs pulling you into him as his hips moved to meet you ending in a punctuated slap of skin meeting skin. You felt how wet you were gliding him along. His movements picked up slightly, but didn't lose their cadence.

You threw an arm over your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure as you were jostled through the motions knowing he would slap your hand away if you even attempted touching your clit yet. Not even a second later both of your limbs were pinned to the bed and you were face to face with the coveted angry Hongjoong as he leaned forward over you, bending you nearly in half.

"No," dominant and strict, "you will watch everything I give you. Eyes on me or my cock only." You did as you were told, the eye contact like a punch to the gut taking the air out of your lungs. "You like watching me, huh?" Your heart dropped. "You're not the only one with eyes, babe." The embarrassment ran cold through your stomach, but a ripple of pleasure followed it. "Since you like watching me so much, wouldn't want you to miss a thing."

He sped up more in this position, a devastating assault on your pussy and you were praying you could cum soon. Obeying him, your eyes wandered to where he disappeared inside of you and moaned loudly at that forgetting entirely about the party carrying on downstairs left abandoned by you two. You couldn't even focus on him admitting that he knew you had eyes for him he was fucking you too well. The combination of embarrassment and pleasure, degradation and denial, had you crashing towards your orgasm.

Taking you past your breaking point of needing release, tears blurred your vision as he pushed the pleasure to its peak without promise of tipping over the edge. Hongjoong's evil smile was present on his face, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. His enjoyment of the sick torment was evident. He knew what you were madly seeking and got a kick out of your reaction when you didn't get it.

"Awe do you need something, Sweetheart?" His teasing tone was frustrating and sexy all at once.

The urge outweighed any reservations you had about doing whatever you had to do to tip the scale in your favor. "Need to cum, Captain, please. Don't you want to cum inside me?" You knew the question would be deadly. The perfect manipulation to get you what you wanted.

Hongjoong breathed heavily, eyes glossy as he took one look between your bodies and then back to your face. "Jesus-fuck, can I?" He asked, movements becoming more erratic the closer he got. "Are you sure?"

You nodded and moved a hand to your clit without asking, "Yes, Captain, Cum inside me." You half begged, half moaned while your fingers slipped in sloppy circles around your pleasure point.

"Yes, God, yes, cum with me. Cum on my cock. I can feel you clenching--fuck--gonna make me cum. That's it, good girl." Your high was almost to it's precipice, you could feel how tight your grip was on him, squeezing his length for everything he has.

As soon as your orgasm hit, the heavy waves left you convulsing as sweet gratification washed over you. He followed soon after from the force of your walls tightening around him, moving shallowly as he came into your wrecked pussy. His breathing was labored as choked out moans tumbled out of his mouth. When the intense pleasure subsided, your tipsy gaze from sex and alcohol landed back on Hongjoong. He was a vision. Sweating from the effort, cheeks flushed, mouth parted--you could fuck him all over again.

When he pulled out, he gestured to the bathroom, "you can wash up in there. Captain got first dibs on the master suite so only I use it." You nodded vacantly, not many thoughts in your head besides cleaning yourself up.

"Thank you," your legs wobbled as you moved as quickly as you could the restroom.

Your hands gripped the sink after taking care of the mess and you locked eyes with yourself in the mirror, you didn't look much different than how Hongjoong looked.

Hongjoong.

You couldn't believe you just fucked Captain Hongjoong. The beautiful, untouchable Hongjoong. You were simultaneously giddy and anxious for how it would play out afterwards. A little shyer than before, you opened the door to the bathroom to find your clothes laid out on the bed and Hongjoong slipping his pants back on.

"Found all your stuff!" He said, more cheerily than he had all day. You bit back a laugh at that and just smiled at him, moving to get dressed once again.

"I guess we should probably head back to the crazies downstairs, huh?" You picked up your shirt and made a face. It reeked of beer and had a large stain on the front.

He grabbed your shirt from you without a word and turned around, rifling through some drawers. When he turned back around, he displayed his away jersey in an outstretched hand. Your stomach fluttered as you looked from the jersey in his hand to his face. "Here, wear this." His own eyes were trained on the shirt as well. "We don't have another away game until next weekend, so."

You took the garment and threw it over your head, face warm knowing you had "Kim 7" written blatantly on your back. "This is definitely much better than the beer shirt." You smiled.

"It looks good on you." Hongjoong's eyes trailed down and then back up to your face.

With your heart leaping into your throat you replied a bashful, "thanks," and averted your eyes from his.

He took a step closer to you and you felt his hand thread into yours. You didn't think your face could get redder, "now we can go back to the party."

Hand in hand, you walked with him back downstairs where the music still hummed throughout and people lingered with much less energy than earlier. You searched for Ryujin as you two moved towards the kitchen for something to rehydrate and retipsy. As you crossed the living room, you spotted her on the couch.

Ryujin was seated on an end, arm draped onto the armrest, with Yeji more or less on her lap. Since you were the only people moving in the space, you easily drew her attention and locked eyes. You watched Ryujin's face go from smug as her thumb pointed slyly to Yeji, to shocked, mouth agape, the moment she saw your hand in Hongjoong's. You mimicked the smug look she had worn and raised your eyebrows before you disappeared into the kitchen.

Hongjoong poured you two some drinks after chugging some much needed water. "We have another game in a few days, wear my jersey?" He canted his head to the side and took a swig of the beer he cracked open.

You sipped your own sweet drink and grinned, unable to hide how giddy you felt. "I wouldn't miss it."

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raewrites423 · 1 year ago

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HOME RUN: TEASER

***this fic is 18+ MDNI, below is SFW

He was beautiful: dyed blue hair after a lost bet, baseball cap on backwards whenever he was in the dugout, and a deadly side profile. You had set your sights on him long ago, despite how disappointing that may turn out. You couldn't help it--the way his wide smile spread across his face when his teammates made a good play, how he could command the entire team with poise, and when things didn't go their way he didn't look half bad angry either. A horrible part of you wanted the team to mess something up just so you could witness The Captain Hongjoong in action laying a firm hand scolding the player. Something about his sheer dominance was magnetic.

Author's note: Ya'll... Dom!Hongjoong and calling him by his earned rank title... I'm sweating and I wrote it

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Home Run: Coming Soon

Allow me to expand into Ateez with Kim Hongjoong! Hi Atiny <3 I'm obsessed with Captain!AUs for him. Read the blurb below!!

***this fic is 18+ MDNI, below is SFW

You, on your college softball team, had your eye on the Captain of the Baseball team, Kim Hongjoong. The strong aura of a leader drew you in. Not to mention his beautiful face. Although your teammates dated the players on and off, no one said a word about Hongjoong. He was a mystery, he was attractive, and he knew how to lead a team. Maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't strike out.

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New Neighbor: Part Two-Revenge

Donghyuck isn't finished with you and has more tricks up his sleeve than just annoying pestering. ***18+, MDNI! It is also up on my AO3! same as my tumblr url SWITCH!HYUCK because I am very passionate about this agenda. Enjoy (':

“Didn’t we discuss you not doing this?” You stepped into your apartment to see Donghyuck already seated on your bed, ankle crossed over his knee. He threw his phone to the side upon hearing the door. You made your complaint as principle, but it was hard to do so when he looked like 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. Clad in all black, rips in his jeans and a simple T-shirt, he looked divine. It was hard to stand on your business when you claimed you didn't want him in your apartment, but you very much did.

“I don’t remember ever agreeing to that.” Hyuck stood then to come to where you propped your bag on the counter in the kitchen. You began unpacking from the day, setting the snacks you didn’t eat on the table when it was apparent Hyuck was not going to let you continue.

He stepped into your space slotted in right beside you, barely a hair's length in between your bodies, his hand coming to the small of your back to get your attention. You turned to him to see dark eyes on you so intense you immediately felt your skin prickle with intrigue. A smirk played on your lips as you spoke, “already want to be under me again?” You teased Hyuck’s clear advance.

You turned your attention back to your task, reaching back into your backpack because not giving into him made the game more fun. At least you thought you knew the game until a firm hand on your chin forced your head to turn and you were trapped in his gaze again. Your lips parted, eyes widening in surprise. His entire aura contrasted that of last time, now filled with power. You were thrown.

“No," his voice was just as dark as his expression, "it’s my turn now.” Hyuck’s lips pressed hungrily to yours, walking you backwards until your back hit the wall and caging you in with his arms. His lips left yours to kiss along your jaw until he got to your ear, “I’m a switch for a reason.”

A shiver went down your whole body. Now 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 you didn’t expect. Your heartbeat elevated knowing you were in for it now, swallowing hard. “D-Donghyuck…?” You stuttered under his sheer dominance, completely against what you were used to.

It was such a dramatic shift from the brat you toyed with last time you two were involved. Him begging to get fucked, agitating you until you hit him. It had been a long time since you submitted to anyone. Those who found you could practically smell the dominance eminating off of you and sought you out for that reason. Not that you trusted anyone that tried anyways, they always gave in in the end. But, Donghyuck almost had you speechless and it hadn't even been five minutes.

“𝘏𝘮𝘮? What was that?” He sucked on your neck, teeth grazing your skin while a strong hand snuck to the root of your hair to grab and tug, baring more of your neck to him with a gasp from your lips not unlike his when you did the same. You felt his warm body pressing against you, most importantly his hard length against your hip. He wanted it bad and he was making it known in more ways than one. You felt your body giving in to him almost immediately, but you didn’t want to make it easy on him. He deserved that much.

You reeled yourself in as best as you could, still clinging onto his shirt with tight fists. “Who knew Hyuckie was hiding this?” You teased, wishing your voice was stronger. All you could manage was a lopsided smile. You knew your cheeks were flushed.

He stepped his leg in between yours, pressing further into you, making sure his thigh was flush against your center through the thin material of your leggings. His rough ripped jeans deliciously aggressive against you. Your teeth clamped down on your lower lip to avoid making a sound, intent on giving him the same treatment.

“‘𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘦’, huh? I don’t think that’s the right name. I think you should show me a little more respect.” His deeper voice in your ear had you melting.

“I’m 𝘴𝘰 sorry, Mr. Lee, didn’t mean to offend.” The apology was laced with sarcasm, an eyebrow quirked, but all playfulness left you in a rush as his hand slid to your throat. Your brain quickly fogged up, as it does the minute anyone touches your neck.

He squeezed the sides in his strong hand while he spoke, "'𝘚𝘪𝘳'. Say it." He punctuated the words emphatically, no misconstruing him this time. The feeling of his eyes on you, his thigh in between your legs, and his hand on your throat were diminishing your resolve at a rapid pace, you were about to start drooling if you weren't careful. The blood circulation being cut off making you lightheaded felt great, but it didn't help your strength.

Donghyuck didn't bother lowering his hand until you choked out a weak, "yes, Sir."

The pleased look on his face half made you want to slap him and half get on your knees. His cocky smirk splayed to one side as he lowered his hand. He was devilish. Both of his hands found their place on your hips, holding you tightly and drawing your attention back to where you were intertwined. "Now, if you want me to do anything, to touch you, to 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 you, you remember your manners and ask nicely." He tilted his head slightly to the side, tongue in his cheek.

He didn't give you time to answer and had his plush lips back on yours. Your hands twisted into his hair the moment his teeth found your lower lip and bit down. Instinctively you pulled on his roots and you felt him moan into your mouth. You didn't know when you started grinding on his thigh, but both your hips rolled against each other like your lives depended on it.

"Can't hide the masochism for long, huh?" You joked lightly, grabbing fistfulls of his hair again for the same reaction. Donghyuck pulled back, all movement stopping, looking disheveled with a scowl.

He pointed to his feet, "on your knees," and started undoing his buckle before you even moved. The metal clinked as it opened, sliding through his beltloops with a sharp hum. You swallowed, eyeing his movements hungrily.

You tilted your chin a little higher, hellbent on being as much of a brat as he was, "oh so 𝘯𝘰𝘸 you're--"

He didn't even let you finish, "let's put that mouth to better use, yeah? Can't be so mouthy if it's full." He raised an eyebrow, holding his belt in his left hand at his side. "On your knees, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭."

At the sound of the pet name you two patronizingly call each other, the movements became instinctive, automatic. You lowered to your knees, looking up at him towering above you, and your mouth watered. The way his hair flopped as he looked down at you, legs going on for days, you were sure your eyes were shining.

Donghyuck moved from your sight and was behind you swiftly with both of your wrists collected in his large hands. "Since you can't keep your hands to yourself… You won't need these, right?" The cold leather rubbing on your skin let you know what he was doing and it sent a shock to your core. When he came back around, your hands were bound behind your back. You had never felt so desperate and at someone else's mercy. "Now, open up, pretty."

You did as you were told, already wrecked without anything done to you besides some grinding, kissing, and a little being ordered around. You really were pathetic. He placed the tip of his cock onto your tongue and slid into your mouth easily. You closed around him and hummed, pleased and relishing the velvet smooth feeling, sucking on whatever he would give you. And he gave it to you.

Donghyuck started moving then, fucking your face slowly but deeply to get you used to the feeling. You felt so full already, focusing on your breathing to allow him to slip in and out at the depth he chose. He groaned at the feeling of using your mouth, your tongue gliding along the underside of his shaft. You circled your tongue around the head whenever he pulled almost all the way out, running it along the sensitive part just below. Your thighs pressed together as much as possible, trying to get any friction at all. Just as his movements sped up, taking the pleasure he wanted, he pulled out entirely.

You looked up at him, lips swollen and shiny, breath heaving, and he sucked air in through his teeth at the sight. He kneeled down and took your chin in his hand once more, face so close to yours, "I want to cum all over your face so badly," he confessed, "but your pussy needs to be filled tonight." Once again he moved behind you and you were left to whatever he wanted to do to you.

A warm hand pressed onto your back, slowly increasing pressure until your body started leaning forward. Your cheek met the cold tile floor, ass in the air, completely at Donghyuck's mercy.

"You look so good like this, angel." He marveled at his work, having you in your own kitchen, face down, ass up, wrists bound. His hands smoothed over your hips, your ass, and slowly dragged your leggings down your thighs bringing your underwear with them. He lowered your clothes just enough for access and pulled you against him, feeling his length slide in between your legs, but not entering you just yet.

A whimper was caught in your throat as you moved your hips in an attempt to get him to relieve your desires. "God, I love watching you squirm. I wasn't sure how far you'd let me go, but you'll let me have anything, won't you?" He taunted, sliding himself back and forth, teasing your clit with every thrust. "𝘞𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶?" He prompted again with a hard smack on your ass.

You gasped, "yes, sir," licking your lips that were dry from breathing hard. You heard his cocky scoff from behind you.

"Mhm wet and ready and waiting for my cock. Practically drooling for it." The tip of his cock lined up with your entrance and you bit your lip, silently begging for him to just give in. "Don't you want to be filled?"

"Yes, sir." It was driving you crazy having him there, feeling his head against the rim knowing just one movement and you'd both be satisfied. You could almost feel the grin he was wearing from behind you at how needy you sounded and your fluttering hole.

"Someone sounds like a broken record. You want it that badly? Say it again."

Your eyebrows pinched together, still feeling the embarrassment of needing him so badly, of having to obey his commands to get what you wanted. "𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘪𝘳." You let it sound a little more bratty than the others. His laugh told you everything you needed to know, enjoying toying with you to the point of frustration. Apparently, thankfully, your response was good enough.

Donghyuck pressed forward and his thick, hard length slid into you at long last and tears welled in your eyes from the first drop of pleasure, feeling him stretch your walls. He sighed as he bottomed out, fully sheathed inside your warm pussy and stilling to just feel you flutter around him. "𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬." He cursed sliding back out, and slamming back in, rocking your body forward with a lurch. He grappled at your hips to hold you steady as he set a pace not unlike when he fucked your mouth.

"Perfect like this," he moaned. "Didn't know you could take it so well, it's like you were made for it. Who knew all I had to do was fuck the brat out of you, fuck the stress out of you. I would have done it the first night we met." His voice sounded rough from effort and pleasure. You were forced then to think of all the times he distracted you from your studies, begged you to hang out with him or let loose, and suddenly thought about what it would have been like if he'd have fucked you all of those times instead. He could have taken you dripping wet after his shower, or on the floor when you were trying to watch your shows. Your eyes rolled back into your head remembering he thought of fucking you all of those times.

The angle he was at hit the perfect spot, but you could send yourself over the edge if you had a free arm to give any attention to your clit. Every stroke took you closer without that promise of release and it was enough to drive you mad. Donghyuck was too lost in his own pleasure, but he wouldn't be able to reach either from where he was. You squirmed a little, shoulders moving to try and convey your wishes.

"Need something, angel?" He asked in a teasing voice with his cock shoved completely inside of you.

"Sir, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, I-I need to cum." You managed to say from your spot on the floor. "I'm close, I just need--." Your hands moved a little in their restraints.

"Well, only because you asked so nicely." He undid the belt looped around your wrists, and as soon as your arms were under you again, Donghyuck flipped you over onto your back and fucked into you, his own hand coming to your aid.

The minute his thumb began circling your sensitive clit, you felt your orgasm approaching quickly. He maintained the perfect rhythm fucking in and out of you, not changing pace. His other hand moved to your throat, choking you lightly. It hit you like a truck then, body tensing and relaxing over and over as your high moved through you. Your hands grabbed his wrist to keep his hand closed around your neck and to find purchase in anything.

"Oh fuck, pussy's so tight--𝘎𝘰𝘥," Donghyuck reveled in the way you felt cumming on his cock. He leaned down and kissed you while you came back to Earth, hand on your throat slipping to the back of your head to pull you against him. His mouth moved sloppily against yours until you finally found your footing, your brain cleared after the mindblowing orgasm. You took one look at his face, eyebrows scrunching in pure desire, and took final matters into your own hands.

You sat up, movement taking him by surprise, and hooked your leg around his hip, flipping you two over so he was on his back and you on top of him, cock nestled fully inside you. The look on his face of pure bliss, low eyelids and parted lips, was a masterpiece. You knew you made the right move. The grip he had on your hips was bruising, but you loved the feeling.

You slid a hand up his body, pushing his shirt up to expose his beautiful tan skin and your hips began to move rolling against him and lifting and dropping with fervent energy renewed after your own orgasm. The dominant persona fell off of him as you took over. His head was thrown back, his beautiful jawline and neck on display as he dissolved into pleasure.

He groaned, "fuck you're so good--𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥--𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦." He looked back up at you, eyes round and begging you to not stop. You continued your pace, fucking onto him while you watched his chest heave and face contort the closer he got to the edge. Without even realizing it, a second one was creeping up on you. Not ceasing your movements, you circled to fingers around your clit.

"Oh my god," You gasped, "cum for me." You looked him straight in the eyes as you spoke and he bit his lip, trying desperately to keep his eyes open and on you. "Cum 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 me."

That was the end. You both catapulted over the edge, your walls clenching around him as you moved through both of your orgasms, feeling his cum fill you up and seep down as you continued fucking onto him. You didn't stop until you both were twitching, your legs cramping and knees stiff. When you finally stopped, you just sat back onto him, feeling both of you pulse as you caught your breath.

"Holy shit," you were the first to speak, "I didn't know you had that in you."

In typical Donghyuck fashion, he smirked cockily, "blew your mind, huh?"

"I don't know if I'd go that far, sweetheart." You threw back and rolled your eyes, but you knew he definitely did.

"Mhm, whatever you say." He didn't believe you one bit, but you still wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

Pulling off of him slowly, you collapsed beside him. "Either way, your pants are ruined." You commented, not even looking.

"So worth it. Good thing I live close." He chuckled, throwing an arm over his eyes. "I actually live here on your kitchen floor now."

You laughed with him, "that's moving a little quickly, don't you think? You haven't even asked me on a date yet." You were only teasing, but despite all of the debaucherous acts just completed, you still felt shy. He took his arm off to look at you, propping himself up on his elbows to see you better. "I think we may have to rectify that." You hadn't seen him this serious much before. You mirrored his position to be on his level.

"You mean--?"

"Let me take you out," he confessed, "I think it's pretty obvious how I feel about you." The blush that creeped on his face made you want to kiss it away. He was never ashamed about anything, never embarrassed and always boisterous. It was endearing to see him this way.

You smiled, "Movies Friday? To see that new slasher?"

He grinned, "It's a date."

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New Neighbor: Part Two-Revenge

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A smirk played on your lips as you spoke, “already want to be under me again?” You teased Hyuck’s advance. You turned your attention back to your task, reaching back into your backpack because not giving into him made the game more fun. At least you thought you knew the game until a firm hand on your chin forced your head to turn and you were back trapped in his gaze. Your lips parted, eyes widening in surprise. His entire aura contrasted that of last time, now filled with power. You were thrown.

“No," His voice was just as dark as his expression, "it’s my turn now.” Hyuck’s lips pressed hungrily to yours, walking you back against the wall and caging you in with his arms. He kissed along your jaw until he got to your ear, “I’m a switch for a reason.”

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New Neighbor: Part Two-Revenge

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Your rendezvous with Donghyuck was a week ago now and your relationship did not miss a beat, although neither of you discussed what exactly what this was. Hyuck helped you with your midterms and you helped with his, binge night continued as normal, but the chemistry was almost too much to bear.

Just when you thought this weekend would be a repeat of your last encounter, Donghyuck continued to surprise you.

“No," His voice was just as dark as his expression, "it’s my turn now.”

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★New Neighbor: Part One - Playing with Fire

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Y/n just moved into a new college apartment and meets her new neighbor, Donghyuck. He is equal parts annoying and cute and she's in for a lot more than she bargained for living on her own this year. Focusing on her studies is proving to be much more difficult than she originally thought. Distractions, distractions. *Sexual themes, Dom/Sub, Sub!Hyuck, Littleshit!Hyuck, dirty talk, Hyuck likes pain beware* ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

You plopped the final container onto the floor among the sea of boxes that was your new living room and stood up straight with a huff and a back crack. After two years of commuting from home to class, an apartment was the next step in your life so here you were just a block from campus moving all of your belongings into your new place. The freedom was very much needed considering your parents waited up for you citing your curfew was 11:00pm, same as high school.

Now, in your new apartment, you could come and go as you pleased. No one could tell you what to do, and you could have anyone over whenever you wanted at any time. It didn’t look like much with brown cardboard covering every inch of the simple space, but it would come together little by little. It was a quaint studio unfurnished save for the beat up old couch your parents had to offer and your bed. It smelled a little like what they used to lay the carpet with, but nothing a candle couldn’t cover. The next step was unpacking said sea of boxes; there couldn't be a thought more tiring than that.

You had been monotonously folding your clothes into your drawers for almost an hour when an unfortunate thought crossed your mind, a pit sinking in your stomach. Freezing in your spot, T-Shirt in hand, you couldn’t remember if you locked your car after the last trip inside. Your arm dropped to rest atop the edge of the open drawer as you mentally retraced your steps. The quick recap did not leave you with a satisfying conclusion so you jumped up in a rush, dropping the shirt sloppily into the drawer, and snatched your keys off the kitchen counter and threw the door open.

Only to smash it directly into something.

You gasped and swung the wooden door closed behind you once in the hallway, hands covering your agape mouth as you looked at what—who—you hit. A guy slightly taller than your eye-level stood in front of you with a hand rubbing his face, eyes screwed shut, and a groan of pain leaving his lips.

“Oh my god. I am so sorry. Are you okay?” The boy opened his eyes and blinked a few times trying to center himself until his gaze landed on you partially obstructed by the view of his hand.

“I’m—,“ He began, but you didn't let him finish.

“Oh no, your nose is bleeding, you’re not fine! Come here.” You grabbed his free wrist and pulled him into your apartment. “Sit here." After navigating the two of you through the boxes, you plopped him down on the couch. All you had to offer him was a wad of toilet paper to hold under his bleeding nose. “Hang on, hold this here, let me get you some ice.”

The frozen bag of microwavable peas you had bought would have to do. Back from the kitchen, you sat beside him on the couch and gently pressed the frozen bag up against his banged-up forehead. He already had a bump and a bruise slowly darkening. The pressure earned a wince from the boy. Living in an apartment would apparently take more getting used to than you thought. No more swinging the door open at random.

You felt horrible, guilt eating away at you already. The only other time you felt anything remotely like this was at your cousin's seventh birthday party. A pinata, a plastic baseball bat, and some poor dad's awaiting stomach too close to the danger zone. You went inside and cried in your room for an hour convinced you did irreparable damage to his liver.

The silence between you and the stranger didn't last long before you were dumping out another apology. “I am so, so sorry about this. I wasn’t thinking. I thought I left my car unlocked and so I rushed out and…” You rambled momentarily, before realizing you didn’t even know his name. “I’m sorry,” you apologized again mostly for beginning to rant, “what’s your name?”

He tilted his head back a little to be able to speak around the rolled up toilet paper, “It’s okay, thanks for the help. My name is Donghyuck.” He sounded nasally from the obstruction. “I see you’re my new neighbor,” he laughed. You would have focused more on how pretty his laugh and smile were if you weren’t too busy smacking your forehead with your other hand.

“I would say it’s nice to meet you, but I don’t know if I deserve to, considering the circumstances,” you chuckled a bit, “but I’m ___. And please don’t thank me, you’re battered and bruised because of me.”

He laughed again at that. “Ah this is nothing, you should have seen the other guy,” he nodded his head in the direction of the door. A full, real, genuine smile appeared as a result of his joke.

“Yeah, wait, did you dent my door?” You joked, your eyebrows pulled together, peering past him to look at your door.

“Hey! That’s not the concern here. Your door doesn’t need frozen vegetables on its forehead.”

You dropped your arm containing the now-warming frozen vegetables into your lap and laughed, head thrown back and all. It was the first time you actually let yourself look at Donghyuck. This entire time, you were too painfully embarrassed to look him in the eye and, although you were watching him as he attempted to stop his bleeding nose, it didn’t take away from his looks.

He was beautiful. His light brown hair complimented his tan skin well with soft cheeks, bright brown eyes, and a sharp jawline. The contrasting soft and hard features paired well together. When you walked Donghyuck the short way out of your apartment, not before offering any of the limited food you have, you threw yourself onto your squeaky, old bed. What a way to kick off your new independent life.

Donghyuck, however, spent the next year paying you back for the trouble you caused him that fateful first day with plenty of trouble of his own. You two had grown closer over the time you spent as neighbors; the epitome of sweet and sour.

The Following Year

“Jesus Christ!” You clutched your racing heart as you shut your apartment door behind you, eyeing the dark figure in your kitchen just a few feet away. “Would you please stop doing that? Why haven’t I stolen back that spare key yet?” You flicked your light on to view your shameless, annoying neighbor.

Donghyuck just grinned at you, leaning with his back against the kitchen counter as he scarfed down your new box of Cheerios straight from the bag, “you have the best cereal,” he said, muffled, as he dumped another handful into his mouth.

“You gave me a heart attack just so you can eat my cereal?” You plopped your bookbag on the ground somewhere along your trek to the couch to which Donghyuck followed, dropping beside you and lifting his feet to the coffee table. “Don’t you want to see me?” He batted his puppy dog eyes at you with fake innocence and absolutely real cuteness, unfortunately for you.

With an exaggerated frown, you shoved his feet off the table. This had been a constant battle with Hyuck. His favorite hobby, especially recently, seemed to be aggravating you. Hyuck’s natural state was Little Shit, but his Little Shitness had amplified in the past few weeks since he stole that spare key you originally planned to give to your mom for emergencies. He knew how to pull the right strings to get what he wanted and it was impossible to say no when he gave you that face. It was akin to how your pet looked when you accidentally stepped on their foot.

“Is it wrong to not want a heart attack at 20?” You threw back at him.

“How about this,” he began, “you just expect me to be in your apartment and then no more heart attacks.” He chose instead to drape his legs over yours, stretching out the full length of the rather short couch. You rolled your eyes and he continued, “besides, it’s also binge watching night.”

Every Thursday night was dubbed “binge watch night” where you two would cram in as many episodes of your latest series as you could before midnight. This tradition had been going strong with minimal interruption since the summer when neither of you had enough extra curricular activities to keep you busy.

You felt your face fall and he narrowed his eyes at you, “what?” Looking everywhere but him, you hesitantly admitted, “I um… I actually have a date coming over… tonight…”

“That’s breaking code!” Hyuck whined, head dropping back over the armrest letting his hair flop back with gravity. Guilt instantly hit you.

“I-I know, I’m sorry, I figured we could have binge night tomorrow?” You offered weakly.

Hyuck lifted his head back up, “I already promised Mark I’d hang out with him.” Your heart sank at the disappointment written on his face.

“I’m sorry, Hyuckie, there was no other time we could get together.” 4

“What time’s he coming over?” He asked, pulling himself into a proper sitting position. You found your thighs felt cold from where his sweatpant-covered calves had been resting.

“At 8:00, so in a few hours.”

His thinking face kicked into gear. “We can watch at least two episodes!” He lunged for the remote on the coffee table and booted up Netflix. The least you could do was give him two episodes since you were bailing on him the rest of the night.

When Donghyuck was kicked out for the night for _____’s date night he knew exactly what was going to happen. It might not be the same guy, he was never sure, but it was a similar routine. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence and every time Donghyuck was stuck between boiling jealousy and extreme desire. The walls were thin, something you had yet to really take into consideration when the “activities” began.

Hyuck laid writhing in his bed that sat against your shared wall, pressing his pillow over his ears desperately trying to tune it out, to not be affected, to not do what he so desperately wanted every single time he heard them. It was torturous. The first time he had listened out of curiosity as most people would, he told himself, but what he was left with after was an unsatisfied, guilty orgasm and a horrendous need clawing at his insides.

What he heard wasn’t what he expected to hear—a girl’s high pitched moans and a guy’s low grunts. Whatever was going on in there, it was the opposite. It awakened something in Hyuck. “Good boys don’t touch without permission,” he heard your muffled voice say and “do you think you deserve to cum?” followed by whimpers that Donghyuck swore the parking lot could hear.

Words weren’t all he had heard. The sharp sound of a smack had him whimpering into his palm as if he’d been on the receiving end, nearly making him finish on that alone. Every noise was deafening. He’d never been so fixated on anything in his life. It felt like a drug and every time it took all his mental effort to block it out. His bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat and his labored breathing made him dizzy. By the time it was over, he’d run himself a cold shower and nearly tear his hair out. Then, he would pretend he never heard anything and go back to normal.

Midterms had rapidly approached, leaving you frantic and without a second to yourself. With a paper here and a project or a test there, you were up to your neck in work and drowning. Your fingers hovered over your laptop keyboard, struggling to find words to even get started on one of the papers you had. Dry eyes and chapped lips from anxiously gnawing on them-you weren’t in the best shape of your life.

That’s why when you heard the loud rumbling, gunshots, and hoots and hollers coming from Hyuck’s apartment, you immediately pounded on your shared wall to give him the hint.

The noises didn’t stop. Aggravated, you stood up with a frustrated groan and stormed out of your apartment, straight to his door.

He smiled brightly in the doorway, “hey, ______”, controller still in hand and headset snug over his messy hair. You didn't return his warm greeting.

“Would you keep it down? You know it's midterms. And you should be studying, too.” You pointed out, eyebrow raising.

“I was! I needed a break. You should take one, too, come play a round!” He held the controller out towards you and you gave him an exasperated look.

“I can’t. I have a paper due by the end of the week.” You folded your arms across your chest and Hyuck’s eyes flickered down toward your movement momentarily before snapping back up to your face. “So, if you’d be so kind, please keep it down.” With that, you turned and went back to working.

You were halfway done with the assigned chapter of homework post-classes when a sudden knock sounded at your door. Your eyebrows furrowed and you placed your hefty textbook on the coffee table open to the page you were on. There was no reason for anyone to be coming over at this hour. Once across the room, you peered through the eyehole to see a delivery person with a bag of food in hand, looking expectantly at the door.

Confused, you opened it, “hi, um, I think you might have the wrong apartment. I–,” You went to explain further, but your neighbor’s door flew open before you had the chance.

“Ahh! That’s where my food ended up. Should have known you were trying to take it, ____.” Donghyuck waltzed out and took the package from the guy, swapping money into his hand instead. “Have a nice night!” He waved to the perplexed delivery guy as he walked back down the hall to the stairs. “Since I’m already here…” Hyuck pushed past you into your apartment.

You rolled your eyes with your back to him, “Hyuck, I’m in the middle of homework.”

“And now you’re about to be in the middle of eating delicious Chinese food.” He raised the little carton and shook it invitingly. The boy had already made himself at home on your couch, textbook tossed to the floor, now upside-down and closed.

“You–I didn’t know what page I was on!” The frustration came out in a whine as you rifled through the pages around where the reading was centered hoping to find a section you recognized to go off of.

“Ah, let me help.” Purposefully, knowing you would be frazzled by that, he still reached over with his greasy, crumb covered hand to grab your textbook.

You smacked his hand out of the way. “No, no! No touching.” You refused to let his grimy hands get all over your pages and gunk them up. He withdrew his hand slowly and looked at you, taken aback and blinking. It was hard to tell what was going through his head at that moment, he looked half like he’d seen a ghost and half like–

Donghyuck, with a mouth full of egg roll and much less bothered than you, turned the TV on, “okay, then leave the book and watch this show with me. Jeno said it’s better than Alice in Borderland, which can’t be possible so…” It was hard to stay mad at him. He did buy you both Chinese food.

You agreed to only one episode, but of course the episodes were an hour long. The break was nice, but the textbook beside you wasn’t going to read itself. Getting good grades this semester was important; you had to prove to your family and yourself that you could live alone and still be responsible. That you could have the freedom you want and still get your work done. There wasn’t much worse than disapproving stares of your parents if your grades reflected what they expected to come with living on your own.

The episode came to a close and immediately Hyuck was trying to weasel his way into another one, “come on! You can’t expect us to leave it at that! That’s basically a cliffhanger.” He gestured at the tv, nearly knocking over the empty noodle carton.

“One. episode.” You were firm in your decision, punctuating each word poignantly.

He made a discontented noise and grabbed the trash, “can’t have any fun these days…” The statement was half-hearted and dramatic for comedic effect, Hyuck’s specialty.

You helped him carry the remainder over to the bin, “nope, I’m no fun at all that’s why you keep coming back to my apartment.” You joked with him, opening your front door to escort him out.

His smile spilled open and cracked his fake-hurt facade. “Okay, well, it’s not my fault your apartment just has better things.” He shrugged, “try to actually have a weekend, yeah? Starting tomorrow?” He offered. “Then I won’t have to invade and force you to have some fun.”

“I have fun! It’s just midterms, Hyuck. Maybe, instead, you should study with me.” You countered. He made a repulsed face, “I could think of a million more fun things to do with you other than studying.”

You paused, heat rising to your cheeks, desperately trying to seem like you didn’t read into that statement. You knew he didn’t mean it the way it sounded, but it definitely came off suggestive. Laughing it off, albeit a bit awkwardly, you agree with him in order to strategically diffuse and act like you didn’t think of what you just had.

“Yeah, yeah, we know you aren’t fond of studying,” was how you changed your course of thought. “Well, let me get back to it at least for tonight and then I’ll worry about having fun.” You mocked him lightheartedly at the end.

“Right like I haven't heard that one before.” He raised his eyebrows, amused, before making his exit to the hall.

As luck would have it, your brain decided to repeat his comment over and over again, “I could think of a million more fun things to do with you other than studying”, instead of the words of the textbook. You hurried through the last few pages, skimming more than comprehending. It was obvious you weren’t going to soak up much from the rest of this reading even if you stared at it the rest of the night.

Saturday you were already up and at it, sitting at your desk on your computer. You had made quite the progress on one of your papers and now you focused on the PowerPoint for your presentation coming up. As if on cue, in the middle of your work, you were startled out of focus by the loud interruption of your neighbor.

At the sound of your front door being flung open and then shut again, you nearly jumped out of your skin. You swiveled in your spot to see Donghyuck in only a towel wrapped around his waist, dripping water onto your tiled kitchen floor. His smooth, tan skin was on full display against the white towel draped low.

Your eyes widened comically, “what the hell are you doing?” You almost couldn’t ignore the desire to let your gaze wander lower than his face, fighting against your natural reaction as you waited for him to answer.

“My shower won’t get hot! I need to use yours.” He pointed to the door beside him to your bathroom. You sighed at him, “Hyuck, we’re on the same water heating system.” You bit the inside of your lip in an attempt to gather some more control. Eyes on his face. “

Something's wrong with my shower then because it’s not working. I’ll be quick!” He assured you with a charming smile before disappearing into your bathroom giving you no chance to protest any further.

The sound of the shower humming actually aided in your focus like a nice white noise to keep distractions at bay. You got more work done than you probably would have originally, now several slides down. It worked so well that when the running water turned off, it felt like your mind had as well. You made an exasperated noise, deleting your latest sentence after rereading its clunkiness.

“Just like I said, nice and warm.” Hyuck’s voice right behind you, directly in your ear, made you yelp.

“Why must you do that?” He laughed, but you weren’t laughing with him. He was too close and too lacking in clothes for you to be relaxed and jovial. “And would you put some damn clothes on? This is my home, not a locker room.” You averted your eyes to the side for your own sanity. Warmth spread along your cheeks and neck. The clean, freshly-showered scent on him was potent and your brain felt fuzzy.

“Does it bother you?” Hyuck’s voice was a little more even then, even and low, a little too much so for your liking.

“Yes and I’m trying to work.” You turned back to your computer to emphasize that. Your eyes might have been back on the screen, but you were not processing anything in front of you. He hadn’t moved from his spot behind you. You could tell even before he spoke that his presence was still too close.

“Oh so I’m distracting you? That’s one way to get you to stop being such a workaholic.” It was impossible not to miss the tease in his voice. You poked your tongue into your cheek as you turned around, looking him dead in the eye. His tone matched the smirk on his full lips.

“I’m going to kick your ass if you don’t leave me to my work.” You smile a tight smile, speaking in a sickly sweet voice. “Now be good and go entertain yourself until I’m finished.” Hyuck blinked at you. Whatever you said seemed to have worked as he swallowed hard and listened for the time being.

“Fine, but I’ll get you out of that chair so help me.” He pouted and turned on his heel to leave.

Safe now from his eyes, your gaze roamed the expanse of his exposed back as he headed to your door. Your tongue swiped over your lips and you turned back around to attempt working once more. It wasn’t nearly as successful as earlier.

It was the night before one of your final papers was due and you stared at it with your head in your palm and low-lidded eyes. You had been editing for an hour now after finalizing the conclusion. Once you finished looking it over, you would call it good. Only to move onto the next project anyway. Midterms were kicking your ass. Your headphones blared random movie scores to drown out any distractions, including hearing your neighbor let himself into your apartment as he so often did.

One second you were looking at your computer screen, and the next you were staring at the wall behind it. Your gaze dropped to your desk where your now-shut laptop sat with a hand on the lid. Trailing your eyes up the arm in view, you landed on Donghyuck smiling triumphantly at you from his decision. You saw red.

“DONGHYUCK!” You roared his name and jumped up from the chair. He cowered back slightly at the sheer anger radiating from you. “Why would you do that?!” You questioned wildly, eyes wide and eyebrows pulled tight together.

“You wouldn’t answer my texts, I wanted you to take a break!” He responded with almost equal intensity.

“I hadn’t saved yet! You made me lose everything I just did!” You gestured to the now closed laptop. “This is due tomorrow,” you all but growled at him.

“I didn’t know that! I thought you would have been more responsible…” He shrugged and moved to lean his back against the wall. Hyuck was really digging into every nerve. Your hands balled at your sides, muscles tensing, jaw clenching.

“How was I supposed to know my shithead of a neighbor was going to come in and ruin everything? Maybe I should have just expected it at this point.” You unleashed everything. These last few weeks of minimal sleep, he had been pushing all of your buttons, getting on every last nerve despite all the work you had to do. This was the final straw.

“It’s not my fault you didn’t save!” He justified, crossing his arms.

“It’s your fault it’s gone! I wouldn’t have just randomly shut my computer! I've been working on that all day. You better pray that my conclusion is still there.” You took a step closer to him.

“You’re overreacting, I’m sure it’s fine!” You couldn’t help but let out a baffled laugh at him out of the sheer ridiculousness.

“You’re telling me I’m overreacting? You know I’ve been working my ass off and you’ve done nothing to help! All you’ve done is distract and bother me every time I try to focus!” You threw your hands around wildly as you spoke, your emotions raging.

“Yeah! Because you’ve had a stick up your ass, I’m trying to do you a favor.”

That was it. You rushed forward and jabbed your pointer finger into his chest, “listen, asshole, I have work to do. I don't have time to be playing your little games. It’d be much appreciated if you could behave for once until I finish what I need to do unless you want me to throw your xbox out the window.”

Donghyuck's eyes dropped then slid back up to your face lazily, breath coming out heavier than before. The whole mood shifted as he licked his lips and swallowed. The force of the change in air between you two sent a chill to the base of your gut. Your tense shoulders relaxed a little and you backed off, eyeing him curiously.

Then it clicked all at once—why he wanted to bother you constantly, why he had been acting so weird around you, why he would shut up right after you reprimanded him. “Wait…" Donghyuck's gaze never wavered from you as you spoke, "do you, like, like this?” Your anger had dissolved leaving intrigue behind. Donghyuck blinked quickly a couple of times to regulate himself.

“W-Uh, what? Wh—,“ he stuttered, deep redness coloring his cheeks. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Is that what this is? Huh? You like when I’m stern with you? Like when I’m mad?” Your voice was tempting, teasing, egging him on now. He licked over his parted lips again and then nodded slowly at you, he couldn’t even deny it. You let out a patronizing laugh at his brazen honesty. “Can’t even speak now? Can’t even use your words?”

He swallowed hard, “I hear you…” A little breathless, “I hear what you do with the guys you bring home. No one has ever been able to do that for me.” He looked at you with glossy eyes. Hyuck just admitted to listening in when you had sex and liking it. Your jaw clenched. Want and need bloomed deep within you.

“You… want me to dom you?”

The boy who just stuttered regained his footing, “unless you don’t think you can… you nervous?” He said teasingly, back to his old tricks.

It didn’t take much deliberation for you to decide to test the waters. Donghyuck was attractive, that was a fact, and now you not only knew he wanted you, but he’d been taunting you, egging you on, inciting you to give him even a fraction of what his twisted, horny mind wanted.

“Oh I know I can.” You were quick to stand up a little taller, stepping into his personal space and he tilted backwards into the wall at your first show of dominance. “The question is if you can handle it?”

“You’re cute,” he scoffed, “I don’t think you are up for it as much as you’re acting like you are.” His cocky expression stayed, looking straight at you. You wanted nothing more than to wipe that look off of his face. No one, especially not your subs, spoke to you in this manner.

“Me? I don’t think you know what you’re up against, pretty boy.” He raised his eyebrows once at the nickname—noted.

“Hmm… I don’t know. No girls ever seem to have it in them,” he paused, clearly choosing his words very carefully judging by the glint in his eye as he spoke, “they aren’t dominant enough... too soft, too sweet… you know what? Maybe I’ll just take the lead from here,” he started to reach for your shoulders to flip you two around, but you caught the hint he was putting down.

He wanted more; angrier, more aggressive. He wanted to feel it and he was pushing all the buttons he knew in order to get you to. You weren’t so mad as you were annoyed, but you knew how to deal with a brat like him. You looked him dead in the eye and placed your hand under his chin, feigning a sweet gesture to make sure his mouth was closed as you brought your right hand up to slap him straight on the cheek. He turned his head back to you after the force and his dominant façade faltered. He breathed heavily, eyes low lidded, mouth dropped open with a red mark seeping into his skin. It took him a full beat to regain himself after that one. He straightened up and pulled himself together once more with a short, cocky as ever chuckle.

Grinning, he said, “that all?” His eyes sparkled as he spoke smugly, taking a step off the wall closer to you, “did I hit a nerve, angel?” You would have to do something about the cockiness in his voice.

You had the advantage of him not standing much taller than you, his eye level just the tiniest fraction higher than yours. You placed your hands on his chest in front of you and pushed, sending him stumbling backwards back into the wall heavily. Another break in the façade. He took in a deep breath after the impact, head dropping back against the wall momentarily before lolling back up to look at you with a lazy smirk still toying on his lips. There was much less strength behind his fire already and you’d barely done anything. You knew Donghyuck, though, and he wouldn’t give up that easy even if you’d started making a dent in his act.

“You know you’re so cute when you try,” his eyes were much darker now, heavy with unsatisfied lust as he stared you down, egging you on. His heart beat wildly under the palm you still held flat on his chest over his thin T-shirt.

You leaned your body against his, pressing as much of yourself into him as possible to pin him against the wall, making sure to get right up to his ear as you spoke, “the safe word is sunflower. Try not to use it, angel,” you threw the term right back at him and the effect was stronger than you thought, his breath leaving him in a whoosh.

The left side of his mouth still quirked up, “I don’t think I’ll be needing that,” he dismissed, an eyebrow raising tauntingly. It was your turn to smirk and his lip twitched, face almost dropping as he saw your commanding expression.

You’d slipped into your persona effortlessly, something you’d done countless times. “We’ll see about that.”

You crashed your lips into his, parting them easily and tilting your head to lick your tongue across his plump lips until his tongue met yours. You wasted no time in making the kiss deep, sucking on his lips and licking against his tongue. His willingness to submit was palpable through the kiss, so pliant and ready to let you take the lead and have control even if he wasn’t ready to stop being a brat yet. You reached up to wind a hand into his hair, gripping onto the roots tightly and pulling, content at the whine you heard leave him before he could hold himself back. You bit down on his bottom lip and immediately his hands rushed to hold onto you, grabbing your hips tight as if to communicate without words how much he liked it.

Now that he was out of breath and a little weaker in the knees, you broke apart and watched him pant with flushed cheeks and blown out pupils. His hands lessened their grip on you, but grappled at your clothes to pull you back to him.

“On the bed.” You ordered, ignoring his silent plea.

Even in this state--disheveled hair, rosy cheeks, drunk gaze--he managed a, “make me.” Completely opposite of his body's actions.

Crack.

Your hand came across the same cheek as earlier and he gasped openly at the feeling. It was definitely harder than the first time.

“You need me to smack you around that badly, you little pain slut?” You remembered his thing for name calling from earlier and it didn’t disappoint. The look of pure desire on his face after you uttered that word sent a bolt of pleasure straight down your center.

As he was caught off guard, you shoved him to his knees. Dirty talk was going to be the way to get him to behave. You stared down at him below you with hands on your hips.

“You just want to be smacked around and put in your place like my own personal whore. Pathetic. Can’t even ask for what you want, have to be a little brat to force it out of me, huh?” You lifted your sock-clad foot and pressed it onto his crotch. He shuddered under you and your words, his own failing him now. His hands moved to grab your calf, running them up and down your leg from your knee to your ankle as you kept your foot on him. “That’s what I thought. Not so brave now, are you?” You smirked down at him.

His head, previously hanging low, tilted up to look at you, eyes shining and you almost think he might beg. But, of course, it’s Donghyuck. “You,” pant, “wish.” His words held bite, but the way he clutched at your leg told another story. You had him.

“Oh you can speak?” You pressed a little harder and heard his intake of breath. “Now, why don’t we try this again? Get on the bed.” You lifted your foot off with his hands reluctantly retreating and he obeyed this time, seating himself on the edge looking at you. “That’s it, good boy.” You smiled victoriously. “Now strip.” You commanded.

He blinked at you for a moment before doing what he was told. First, he tugged his shirt over his head and that was thrown somewhere for you to find later. Your eyes raked shamelessly over the newly exposed skin you could now openly gawk at. It had been so tempting when he got out of the shower to look, but now you were free to. His honey skin was glowing and smooth. He was slim, but not overly defined. Just beautiful. You wanted to touch him desperately, but you couldn't--at least not yet. He stood to slip off his gray sweatpants, leaving him standing in a pair of black Celine underwear. You nodded once as a cue to finish the job. He slid his thumbs into the waistband and pulled down, freeing his hard cock.

He wasn’t small, not the largest, but average, and it was leaking and pink all for you and as pretty as you expected. It betrayed all you needed to know about how much he was truly ready and willing for you despite his antics.

He sat back down now fully naked on your bed and you took your time in taking in his body, watching a pink blush appear on his cheeks. “You are so pretty,” you walked up to him and traced a finger down his neck to his chest. You flattened your hand and smoothed it over his warm skin. “Too bad you were a brat today, brats don’t get what they want.” You threaded your hand through his hair and yanked his head backward, exposing his neck to reinforce your power. You leaned into his ear, “lie down, arms above your head.” He did what he was told again as if he were under your spell. “Someone’s eager now, hm?” You taunted. No bite back. You smiled to yourself.

You went a few steps to your closet to retrieve something and returned to your bed. Donghyuck’s eyes widened at the sight of what’s in your grasp—black rope. His pretty mouth parted to where you can see his cute front teeth peeking out behind his top lip. “Bad boys like you don’t get to touch.” You took his wrists and wrapped the rope around them and your bed frame snugly. You didn’t miss the way Donghyuck’s chest heaved a little heavier at being tied up, his whole body squirming slightly at being so exposed and turned on.

You had to take a moment to enjoy how good he looked tied up and ready for you on your bed. Light sheets accentuated his tan skin and flushed features, a sheen of sweat across his whole body. He was beautifully vulnerable and completely at your mercy.

From your spot standing at his bedside, you watched him tug a bit on the restraints to test their strength before he looked at you through his lashes with that heavy, wanting gaze. “See, the only way you can tame me is by tying me up.” He still had some fire in him after all.

You just smirked and smacked a hand down onto his delicious thigh, “wishful thinking that this is the only trick up my sleeve.” He whimpered at the sting, biting down on his lip to keep himself quiet. “Cute.”

“It’s funny,” you started again, leaning your hands against the bed, “you’re acting as if you didn’t get hard while listening to me fuck someone else, as if you didn’t touch yourself to my voice, as if you didn’t cum to what you just imagined sex with me would be like.” You slid a hand up his thigh from his knee as you spoke, watching him squirm the higher on his leg you got. As your hand moved, you knelt onto the bed beside him. “Did you or did you not cum from listening to me?” You asked. He stared at you, cheeks deepening in color, and stayed silent. You smacked him again on the thigh, closer to his cock this time. “Answer me.”

He swallowed hard. “I did,” he managed to say.

“That’s what I thought.” You landed a smack to his cock and he couldn’t stop the sound that left him from the unsuspecting feeling, a gasp of pleasure. “You enjoyed it that much, huh? Just had to get yourself off you were so desperate.” His hips canted up at the degradation.

“Not my fault you’re loud.” He choked out. You smacked his hard cock again, leaving it redder than before. He groaned, pulling on the rope again. You crawled up the bed to leave bite marks all over him, every suck and nip had him writhing.

“You’re so sensitive for how big you talk.” You commented, moving down his body, kissing and biting, leaving pretty red and purple marks until your lips hovered over his aching, leaking cock. As you spoke, your lips brushed the sensitive head, “did you ever think I was loud so you could hear me?”

His eyes rolled back after those words left your mouth, then fluttered shut as you licked your tongue flat across the tip of his dick. “W-What?” He choked out as your lips engulfed just the head. He was quivering from trying not to buck his hips into your mouth.

“An annoyingly handsome boy next door, you think I hadn’t thought about this?” You pulled off to say only to sink back down as far as you could on his length, his breathy whine was well worth the effort.

“Y-You thought about this?” His breathing was growing labored the longer you teased him.

“About wrecking you? Absolutely.” You slid your tongue up the underside of the shaft. He moaned out loud at that, hips moving against his will as they searched for more to grant him that release, hands gripping at his restraints. “Eyes open.”

He looked at you, pupils blown, as you stood from the bed. You stripped slowly out of your clothes now and watched his eyes rove down your naked body, the pure lust in his expression enough to leave you breathless. Once completely naked, you climbed back onto the bed, positioning yourself over top of him straddling his hips. He watched your every move and then locked his eyes low, onto your pussy mere inches from his cock. “You want something?” You asked in a taunting voice.

“You.” He said, breathless. “Fuck me.”

“If you want me to fuck you, you have to ask nicely.” You lowered down trapping his cock between your pussy and his stomach, not allowing him inside yet. You began rocking your hips shallowly forward and backward, just enough for him to slip between your folds and feel how wet you were.

A groan left his throat, “I know you want it, too. I can feel how wet you are, just fuck me.” Donghyuck tried one last attempt at being bratty.

“If you want your cock in my pussy, you will ask nicely. Or I, with the free hands, can get myself off just fine, and leave you here, tied up and hard, to sit and think about your attitude.” You lifted yourself up slightly, just enough to slide your fingers over your clit a few times before dipping into yourself, gasping at the feeling.

The strain on Donghyuck’s jaw was evident from clenching it so hard as he watched you finger fuck yourself right in front of him. His eyes glued to your digits appearing and disappearing in and out of you. He licked his lips, barely daring to blink. You wanted him just as badly. Your fingers were great and all, but there was a dick right in front of you that would fill you up much better. But, you had to stay strong against Donghyuck.

“All you have to do is ask.” You moaned, mostly for the show of it all, letting your fingers glide deliciously. The sound alone was enough to make him dizzy. His hips shifted below you, inadvertently trying to chase access. “Good boys ask nicely.” You tilted your head to the side, delivering a particularly hard thrust into yourself.

He bit his lower lip and furrowed his brow, sweat beading on his forehead. His eyes followed your fingers disappearing into you. You had him right where you wanted him, he could feel the brush of your fingers moving atop his cock as you hovered just over him. One movement and he could be inside you. So you reminded him.

“All I have to do is--” you used your wet fingers to wrap around his cock and align him up with you, just barely brushing the tip against your wet lips. His mouth parted in anticipation, trying to keep his hips still when you were right there waiting and ready for him to thrust up into. “--sit.”

“Please.” It came out rushed and desperate. Almost as if he didn’t mean to say it, there was a pause following it as you just quirked a brow up, but as soon as the word left his lips it was like the dam broke. “Please fuck me,” he begged with a whine to his tone, “please, I need it. I need to feel you, I--,” Before he could finish, as a reward for finally letting go, you sank his tip into you. The hips he kept so still the whole time finally moved, canting up to push another inch into your tight pussy.

“That’s my good boy.” You praised, finally sinking down the rest of the way, sitting fully onto him.

He tossed his head back from the pleasure and you didn't look much different. He filled you up so perfectly in the way your fingers couldn't reach, sliding so well. “Please let me touch you, please.” It was as though please became his favorite word.

“I don’t know… you were very bad for me today.” You rose up and sank back down again relishing in his girth.

“I won’t be anymore, please, I just want to touch you.” He shook from the sensations, tugging against the rope hard, his pretty wrists rubbed red from his movement.

One more grind and you lifted off to free his hands and they immediately flew to your hips as you sat back down on his ready cock. He grabbed at you and ran his hands up and down your soft sides before he couldn’t take that anymore and sat up, pressing your bodies flush together as you rode him. He filled you up at the perfect angle and rocked with you, hitting the right spot over and over again. His warm hands wandered everywhere: your back, your neck, your hair, your ass.

“Fuck.” He breathed into your ear. “Fuck this is so much better than I could have imagined. I did get myself off, shit, to the thought of you, but I never dreamed your pussy was this tight, this good,” he groaned. “You’re amazing.” He kissed your neck, leaving his own light marks as he went.

You let yourself enjoy the pleasure momentarily before you turned the act back on; equal for a moment to just enjoy each other, before you go back to giving him everything he had been pining for.

Amidst your grinding, you slid a hand up to his throat, lightly smoothing over the base and upon hearing his breath hitch, you knew it was the right move. You gripped tighter onto his neck, putting pressure on the sides, and his kissing stopped, mouth open in a silent moan as you choked him, eyes low-lidded as he looked at you. His grip tightened against your hip, leaning into his other hand to support the two of you.

“There it is, the pain slut you know you are. Look at yourself, on the verge of cumming because a pretty girl has her hand around your throat,” you taunted.

It was quite an effort to not show how much this was affecting you. You were getting closer with each grind of your bodies together, skin to skin. Watching his facial expressions of pleasure was only making it harder on you. His eyebrows furrowing, lips parted, eyes struggling to stay open to see everything. You removed your hand from his throat, aiming at giving him some air, but his own hand caught your retreating wrist, pinning your grip back to his throat and squeezing, indicating he wanted it harder.

“Fuck.” You breathed involuntarily and gave him what he wanted, tightening your grip and toppling him back onto his back against the sheets.

The moment you tightened your grip on his throat and pushed him back, his eyes locked directly onto your own, pleading as his movements sped up, “c-close,” he managed hoarsely.

You didn’t miss a beat, “gonna cum for me?” Your voice was sweet. “Should I let you?”

“Please, please, please,” he chanted, holding onto your hand against his throat. Watching his desperation sent you hurtling toward your peak as well.

“I’ll allow it,” you granted, “go on, cum for me.”

Instantly, Donghyuck’s head lolled back, exposing his sharp jawline and neck for you to suck on. He choked out a whiny moan as he came inside you, breathing heavily, hips stuttering. You finished at the tail end of his orgasm, rubbing your clit to the sight and sounds of him.

“Shit.” He breathed, coming down from his high and feeling your hand slip off of his throat. You slowly pulled off of him once your brain cleared a little more, plopping in the free space on your bed on your back, legs overlapping Donghyuck’s as you stretched out your knees.

“Fuck,” he swore again.

“Is that all you can say?” You asked, smiling at the ceiling, running through what the hell just happened.

“Yeah. No brain.” He draped an arm over his eyes, spent.

“Are you happy, then?” You turned to him, “happy you made me mad?” You joked.

“Absolutely. I would do it the same all over again.”

“You could have just asked…?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Donghyuck laid his head to the right to look at you, a grin on his face. You just laughed like Donghyuck always made you laugh.

“I was supposed to finish a paper today.” You rubbed your hands over your face.

Donghyuck propped himself up on his elbow, “well you finished something else instead.” He grinned like he’d been waiting to make that joke for ages. You smacked his arm and the two of you just laughed.

“I have to pee. Find my underwear, it's around here somewhere.” You instructed him when you left. It was hard to believe what just happened, it had happened so quickly, so sudden. Things either got cleared up or got a lot more complicated, but you weren’t going to think about that right now. Right now, you were going to enjoy it and enjoy whatever this was for what it was worth.

When you came back, Donghyuck looked to die for in just his gray sweats lounging on your bed. He twirled your panties around his pointer finger, “I think you’ll need new underwear, I can’t find them.” He jokingly lied, then slid the lacy pair into his pocket and shrugged innocently.

“You are something else.”

“Something else wants to eat snacks and watch Netflix, you in?”

Whatever this was, you were happy.

Next up- New Neighbor, Part Two: Revenge

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