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get her back

student!eunseok x rich!reader | 5k words

so this is based off of get him back by olivia rodrigo EXCEPT it's like the roles are reversed. this reminded me so much of bad idea, right...but like the evil version of it.

contains: cheating mentioned, reader is not a good person

“You have no self respect.”

He thinks it might be true. He’s been depressed since April and it’s June now, the middle of a hot summer that drags on every single day.

Eunseok can’t reply because water is running through his hair and he’s afraid is he opens his mouth toner and purple shampoo will get in and make his teeth fall out. So he lets Sohee degrade him while his fingers massage out the product. Eunseok opens his eyes only for a second to make sure his hair isn’t coming out in chunks in his kitchen drain before squeezing them shut again.

“You have never even thought about bleaching your hair before she suggested it to you.” He continues.

Once again, Eunseok says nothing. He lets his head lean with Sohee’s strength. He finds it embarrassing how much he’s indifferent to the Sohee’s snark tone. If it was Sungchan he would’ve told Sohee off for talking to someone older than him like that, and if it was Anton he would’ve never spoken to him like this in the first place. His voice would’ve been soft talking about how his hyung shouldn’t be treated like this. But Sohee doesn’t hold back and he was the only one that Eunseok would even remotely trust with a bleach and tone.

“You don’t participate in trends, you’re a ghost on social media, you’re locked up in your room all day, what’s the reason for you bleaching your hair?” Eunseok hopes it’s another rhetorical question but he hears Sohee turn off the faucet of his kitchen sink. He feels his scratchy towel wrap around his neck, and then Sohee’s wet hands grab at his shoulders to pull him up out of his kitchen sink.

Eunseok tries to get out of whatever humiliation Sohee is trying to put him through but he keeps eye contact. He even raises his eyebrows, expecting an answer.

“Felt like going out of my comfort zone.” Eunseok says.

Sohee rolls his eyes and walks past Eunseok. He bumps into his shoulder and then the doorframe of his bedroom, standing still after he pushes the door open enough to walk through.

“What about all your clothes laid out in your room?”

Sohee doesn’t even turn to face Eunseok when he says it. He pulls out his phone though, and from the kitchen Eunseok swears he sees him snapping a picture. Almost instantly he feels his phone vibrate in the pocket of his sweats. For a moment he thinks about taking his phone out quickly with one hand while he dries his hair with the other, but when he feels his phone vibrate some more he already knows. He just walks over to Sohee, purposefully bumping him back so he can go into his room.

“Trying to find an outfit.” Eunseok says.

“For what?” Sohee asks the question but stays locked in on his phone, laughing to himself when Eunseok closes his closet door.

“Nothing.” Eunseok answers.

“Right. Right.” Sohee says, still scrolling. “I’m sure this has nothing to do with her at all.” Sohee laughs to himself again and Eunseok feels his phone vibrate again. “Sungchan is asking if you’re seeing her tonight in the group chat, by the way.”

His clothes are laid out on his bed and his gaming chair, some of it is on the floor and a few pieces are even resting on his shoe rack. He didn’t realize how dreary the color palette for his clothes were. Too much gray, too many earth tones. Eunseok tried finding the right clothes that would layer well and didn’t look boring. Eunseok asked Sohee over for help, but it just ended up with Sohee shaking his head and degrading his friend.

Sohee was Eunseok’s last resort. You made a pass at Sungchan last semester, his friend thought that kissing and telling still made him loyal, so almost immediately after you were chasing him through your parents house in just a maid uniform (he refused to give any more details beyond that) Sungchan was telling Eunseok what you two did. Eunseok brought it up to you and that spring break you took him to France, even took a picture with him underneath the Eiffel Tower like you two were a couple. Eunseok came back and showed Sungchan and his friend only side eyed him like he didn’t tell him what you two were doing that night.

“What exactly is the goal here?” Sohee gets up from Eunseok’s bed, hand propped right on Eunseok’s polo. “Wearing a nice outfit will make her realize that she’s not a good person?” Sohee leans his hand further into his shirt and Eunseok starts thinking about the wrinkles. Before he can chide Sohee he lifts his hand, not even paying attention to the imprint he left in his polo. “She already knows she’s a terrible person, Seok.”

Eunseok doesn’t correct Sohee or yell at him for what he said. He even tilted his head to the side in agreement before he caught himself.

Who you were was no secret. The worst case scenario for your life was that you were going to be someone’s sleazy eldest daughter who would amount to nothing. You were going to be living in their basement, wasting your youth away playing video games and yelling at people over voice chats. But instead of being born into a middle class (lower-middle class if you were like Eunseok) you were born with a father who knew how to invest and a mother who ran her own company. So now you were destined to be their eldest and only daughter that was good for nothing besides running up your their credit card bill and enjoying the finer things in life at others people expense.

You had no drive, no passion or interests beyond maintaining a lifestyle for appearances. You didn’t care to apply knowledge or effort to anything that didn’t gratify you immediately.

You could’ve lived a lavish life running around the world spending your parents money. But instead you wanted to go to college and see what parts of it you could make fit your lifestyle. So by divine intervention—and your father donating a building to the university—you bought your way into college, enrolling in the easy business degree so you could party on the weekends. That business degree put you in the good graces of your father because it seemed like you were going to help him with the business side of things. That degree also put you right next to Eunseok sophomore year at a mixer before the semester started, and he called things off after Sungchan told him to in the spring.

But the past doesn’t matter. Eunseok was going to get back at you for how you treated him. He was going to go to this party of yours that he wasn’t invited to and get you alone. He was going to get you back and make you look at him. He was sure of it and felt like a new person with his dyed hair and layered outfit that made him ready to exact revenge. He didn’t know what the revenge was just yet, but he knew it was something.

Not anything too harsh though. If he let what Sungchan, Anton, Wonbin, Sohee, and Shotaro said about you his mind would be soured. What his friends didn’t know was that you took that one class you didn’t have to because Eunseok was there. You paid him to do your assignments, but towards the end of the semester it just seemed like you were paying him for his time. He would be sitting across from you and you’d be watching him. Not on your phone, not pretending to listen to him. His friends didn’t know that you had a sweet side to you, and friends that were interesting and would take him out on nights he was up to it.

Because you were sweet and terrible and Eunseok didn’t know what to do about it he was now wearing the shirt that you said looked good on him. Ironically this shirt was the same one that he’s seen Sungchan wear once, he’s seen Wonbin sporting it often and caught a glimpse of it in Anton’s closet a couple months ago. But you said it looked best on him, and Eunseok went against everything inside of him to layer like you suggested when you went through his closet that one time. He only knew what he was doing after Sohee shook his head a million times until the outfit combination was something to Sohee’s taste. If it was to his he’d have the best chance at matching it to yours because Sohee hated you so much due to the fact you two were dangerously similar. So when Sohee shrugged his shoulders and said that’ll do, Eunseok truly believed it would do.

Eunseok knew that he was ill matched in this battle with you. He was disarmed instantly when he came through the door, everything about the situation he found himself in was overwhelming. The music was too loud, people were packed shoulder to shoulder, and the stupid colorful sweater was already clinging to his body and making him sweat too much.

He recited the name of his sweater a million times, saying it differently each time. He was at this party when he never goes to parties, and he thinks he’s seen Sungchan or Wonbin or Anton in this exact same getup. The only consolation was that he was going into this battle knowing you wouldn’t be expecting him. He was also hoping that the party would disarm you to some degree, parties always seemed to do that to you. Night clubs of just you sitting in the booth alone during bottle service, stowing away at the end of the dock during yacht parties, and running up to your secluded room during a busy house party. Eunseok already knew that you’d be up there. You texted him the moment you shut your door behind you but didn’t lock it. He didn’t respond so he hoped you would have a bigger soft spot for him instead of finding someone to fill his place.

Eunseok was so used to sneaking up to your room that even with the party going on downstairs he stepped heel to toe, going to the far right side of the staircase to avoid the sound of creaking wood. He even reached out a cautionary hand like you were there, instead grabbing onto the sticky banister. Eunseok looked up to the light at the top of the stairs, shining on him and casting the shadow of everyone running up and down the stairs on his face. The light was brighter than usual, but usually when you were sneaking Eunseok in and out he was in complete darkness. The change in circumstance made Eunseok overwhelmed all over again, and he debated on going back down. But down the flight of stairs Eunseok thought that would be worse.

On the landing he was slow too, even with people running back and forth past him to find a room or to head back to the party. Eunseok kept going, three doors past fully furnished guest rooms until he got to your door.

It was closed, with a big GET AWAY sign taped to the font. He ignored the warning sign and turned the doorknob slowly, pushing the door so it didn’t make a peep.

Eunseok stepped inside, still heel to toe and stood in the doorway.

Now wasn’t the time to feel pity. He was on a mission. He was here to exact revenge. He stood in your open doorway. Most of your body was hidden under the layer of fluffy sheets and plushies. Like you were a princess you laid in your grand bed, the thin veil formed a tent all around your bed. You looked out the window of your lonely castle, so enveloped in whatever you didn’t even notice him walk in. The music downstairs was so loud but up here, you were unbothered. You mindlessly played with the lacy trim of your dress and the bow on the collar. You pulled at the end of your sleeves, making them come down to cover your hands.

Eunseok watched you turn from looking outside the window slowly. Like you felt his presence you looked around still laying on your back, then you paused. Before Eunseok could say a word he watched you sit up and face towards him exactly. Even in your dark room he felt you watching him, the same way you did during those study sessions in the library or in the back of a taxi after partying all night. Eunseok came for revenge but couldn’t even hear the party going on downstairs.

You sat up fully on the bed, until your legs were dangling over the edge. He needs to break your heart but there’s so much sweat lining his palms he has to wipe them on his new jeans.

“You look good” People run by your open door and the first move Eunseok makes is to close it behind him. The party becomes even more muffled, but he can feel the vibrations from the foot traffic underneath him. You point towards him, through the see through tent over your bed “That’s the sweater I got you.” You add.

Eunseok looks down. holding the fuzzy fabric in his hands. He wills his senses to come back, the sound from the party fills his ears again and he can finally feel spit forming in his mouth again.

You leave your bed and the tent behind, walking across your big room to him. This is better to have you close, because he couldn’t project his voice even if he tried. Eunseok watched your hands grab onto the fuzzy parts of his sweater, and he remembers Sungchan telling him about how in awe you were seeing how clothes fit on his friends fit body.

“Did you get it for my friends, too?” Eunseok asks.

“You’re like my little doll.” You ignore him and pull at the collar of his shirt, making his body sway towards you. Eunseok hated too many colors, extra layers rubbed against his skin in the worst way making him feel overwhelmed. Being at this party made him anxious and being in front of you made him sweaty. But you made his body move closer to you. When you pull at his ear he bends his head down, and he can’t stop his eyes from looking down to your chest. He can feel your eyes scanning his head completely, and he feels your other hand run through his hair. “I knew you’d look good with the blonde, Seok.” You pull lightly at his hair, making his head turn with your hand. “Did you do this because I asked you to?”

You sound sincere and sweet when you ask the question. You let go of the hold you have on his tender scalp to grab his hands instead, not even making a comment about how sweaty his palms are. You just pull him closer and closer to your bed, parting the thin veil to guide Eunseok to your mattress. He sits first, then he feels your hands press into his chest to push him back. He forgets everything he came here to say. He can get you back tomorrow.

“I just wanted to try something new.” Eunseok says it, trying to keep eye contact with you looming over him. He goes backwards further on the bed and you follow after him, knees going to either side of his body. “This wasn’t because of you at all.”

You only hum before you’re kissing Eunseok on top of the silk sheets in your bedroom. He’s already forgetting how he came here to make you pay for how you’ve treated him. He should be the one pressing his weight on top of your body, squeezing out every last breath. You should be the one whimpering, hands gripping at anything you can reach. Even when you stick your tongue in his mouth and he obediently opens it he’s thinking how he could possibly make you pay for being so awful to him. If he knew there was a way to make you fall in love with him right now, he would do it.

He hates that so much of your relationship is left for interpretation because it makes you think that you know him better than he knows himself. Which could be true, because this party isn’t so bad and he likes the feeling of your frame pressed against his. But he also knows he went into this party thinking that he would be in charge. But instead of being pinned to the mattress, you’re completely free, putting your legs to either side of his waist to straddle him.

“Are you mad at me?” You ask the question when you’re sitting up, hands on his chest and looking down at him. The top buttons of your blouse managed to come undone at some point, and the way your hands are placed makes your boobs press together. He can see your newly exposed cleavage, and the way you’re pulling in deep breath after deep breath makes your chest raise right into his line of sight. “My eyes are up here, pervert.”

Eunseok’s hands are barely touching you now while he tries to remember why he’s so upset. He presses his head into your bed, looking up to your ceiling.

“I hate when you call me that.” He’s not convincing, because he is not telling the truth. He already knows that his body is betraying him in every way, from the blood rushing to his dick and the blush appearing across his face. He also fights everything to not bring his gaze back down to your chest, or to hold on tight to your soft thighs that cage his slender body in. “I’m not a pervert.”

“Your search history says otherwise.”

Digging up old memories makes Eunseok look directly into your eye.

You have a smile on your face as you recall going through his extensive tab groups that spanned across all of his devices. You found out too much about Eunseok’s tastes, all because he left you with his phone while he went to the bathroom. All the time he spent telling you he was into nothing reared its nasty head when you found out he was seemingly into everything and then some, and that he even had pictures of you saved in a private folder along with links to videos. Eunseok spent the rest of the night with his head hung in shame, his dick raw, and his body spent. You found a way to bring out more and more of him, until he was all tears. When he begged for just a little mercy you only shook your head, seemingly uninterested in Eunseok’s current state as you continued going through his phone.

So what if he was a pervert? He rather that than be someone like you. He couldn’t help that he was an outcast for as long as he could remember and hadn’t felt the touch of a woman up until a few months ago. When he thought being at your disposal would satiate him it did everything but that. He thought it was bad taste or bad luck, but looking up at you staring down at him with faux innocence he realized it was both.

“Are you going to answer my question?” You pulled your hands closer together, Your chest looked like it was about to spill from your bra. Eunseok had to force his eyes to unfocus, until everything about you became blurry.

“What was your question?”

“Are you mad at me?”

He is. You made a pass at his friends multiple times, you’re argumentative, you don’t talk about your feelings, you party too much, you don’t have anything going for you because it’s all been handed to you, and you just called him a pervert. He came here on a mission to break your heart in such a way that made you come crawling back to him. Eunseok wanted to hurt you do bad that you’d learn empathy. Eunseok also wanted to vocally tell you all of this, but the most he could do was nod his head

Eunseok watches you fake pout for the countless time and he feels your weight rest heavier on his hips. Eunseok sinks his hips into the mattress away from you.

“I’ll just ride you until you forgive me for whatever I did this time.”

This scratchy sweater is making his entire body wet. He can feel himself dampening the fabric that’s too expensive, and the only reprieve he has is putting his hands on your hips. You take it as an invitation because you’ve never been rejected in your entire life. You go forward, hands on Eunseok’s shoulders and you lift your body off of his. Going to your knees to prop yourself up only brings your face closer to Eunseok, and he can’t even take off his glasses to make you blurry. He put in his contacts and has no way to escape you. He sees your sinister smile in high definition, and he can feel your single hand undo the button on his jeans and pull down his zipper.

“I kissed your friend you know.” Eunseok says it quick, like rushing through the words will make it more true. Revenge crosses your body, the way your eyes narrow and your hand freezes on his zipper. But then like it was just the wind your back to your normal self. Eunseok wants to repeat it but you kiss him again. A handful of his hair is yanked in your hand when you slip your tongue into his mouth, and your other hand is quick fishing his dick out of his boxers.

“How’d you kiss her?” Eunseok didn’t think about that part, because he was lying and he didn’t know how to kiss really because he just followed your lead. When he tries to lie again you lick the inside of his mouth, a hand on his chin keeping him in place. “Was it like that?” You ask.

Eunseok mindlessly nods his head. He almost asks you to do it again.

“I don’t care that you kissed her.” Eunseok thinks that you’ve called his bluff. He hasn’t talked to Sungchan outside a group conversation in months. He only started talking to Anton again last week. He thinks about how disappointed they would be if he knew where he was right now. He’s sure his phone has been vibrating nonstop since Sohee told all of his business.

“You don’t feel bad?”

Now he’s just talking to try and distract you. You’ve been stroking his dick since you made it clear you didn’t care who he kissed, and Eunseok was feeling overwhelmed knowing he was pulsing in your hand. If you were about to push your panties to the side and fuck him like this he wouldn’t last.

His question gets you to slow your hand, pondering for a second while you keep eye contact.

“No.” You shake your head, nothing is stopping you are you reposition your hips over Eunseok’s. He tries to calm his breathing, but his heart won’t stop hammering against his chest. “Because I’m you’re only one.” You look down, Eunseok can feel his sensitive tip rub against the soft fabric of your panties. “You’re my only one too.”

Your face makes the biggest change when you take in Eunseok’s neutral expression. He knows you expected some sort of grand reaction, like you weren’t lying to his face and that this was a normal relationship.

“You don’t believe me?”

You used him to guide your panties to the side, he could been the crotch rubbing against his dick while you teased your entrance with his tip.

“You’ve met my father,” You continued using his dick to rub your slit, spreading your wetness everywhere. Eunseok had to bite his lip and watched you rest the side of your head over his heart. “and I took you with me to Paris and Nagoya.” Eunseok moves his hands to wrap around your back, pulling you closer to him. He can’t see your face, only puffs of air that move the fuzzy parts of his sweater. “You’re the only one I let see me like this too,” you say.

Eunseok believes it because you’ve said this twice. He hates that you’re so good at lying because he suddenly believes you without a doubt.

He doesn’t even have to ask you to stop teasing him because suddenly he feels him prodding your entrance, and then he’s inside of you completely. Instinctually he brings you even closer, and you’re so tight and warm inside he thinks he might melt.

You lift yourself from his chest and go back to looking at him in the eye. Eunseok thinks that you must be an amazing liar or you must truly mean it. You hold eye contact, and you lick you plump lips before speaking again.

“You’re the only one I let hit it raw too.”

Eunseok has decided to count this as a win. He’s gotten you back to some degree, because you already seem like you’re close to tears by just riding him. He knows it’s alot because you’ve always told him, and you’ve always worked up to his size. But you pull out all the stops, riding him like you are sincerely sorry for putting him in this predicament.

“Does it feel good?” Eunseok nods and his hands go underneath your dress to grab your ass. ”I like when you tell me how good it feels.”

“Feels good baby.” His voice is nearly a grunt, and when you start to lose the fast tempo you set to early Eunseok forces you to keep it. His hand on your ass guides you up and down at the same speed. You whine and try to slow down, and for the first time Eunseok feels power. “Keep going.”

Any orders are foreign falling from his lips, but you heed them immediately. Still—because you stop when things get tough—Eunseok has to continue doing most of the work. He’s reeling off the fact that you’ve become his toy, and the most spoiled rotten girl he’s ever met is listening to him through the burning in her thighs. He can deal with his pants only being pushed down to his mid-thigh because you look infinitely worse. Eunseok pushes you back, forcing you to be upright and work even more. He pulls the collar of your dress down, hearing the seams and fabric tear. Before you can protest your chest is free, pushing together collar they spill out of.

“This is expensive.” You mumble.

“I don’t care.” Eunseok says it quick, guiding your hips back and forth to keep that fast pace he needs. He keeps his eyes on your exposed chest, moving with each quick push from your thighs. “It’s not like you’re paying for it.”

Instead of biting back, you just shake your head and continue moving your hips without his guiding hand. He can’t believe you’re letting him use you like this, but he’ll take it. He’s gotten you to some degree, and he feels himself caring less and less if you’re satisfied.

“I’m close.”

Eunseok bites his lip and points his head towards your ceiling. Your movements causes the bed frame to shake, Eunseok sees the sheer canopy tremble. Everything in this room is probably more expensive than Eunseok will ever own. This outfit, that’ll probably be ruined by the end of the night, is the most expensive thing he’ll never buy. He thinks your dopamine receptors are so fried and you’ve been getting what you want for so long you don’t even deserve to orgasm. Every single day for you serves the same effect.

You’re suddenly going the pace you usually set to come. He sees your hand drag down his chest to your clit. Before Eunseok knows what he’s doing he grabs your wrist, pulling you down until your chest to chest.

He plants his feet into the mattress and starts chasing after that feeling. The thought of getting you back for everything you’ve put him through makes him go faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin overcomes the sound of the party downstairs, and Eunseok starts getting louder too. You’re so wet and he can feel your walls preemptively fluttering around his length.

“Eunseok, I’m close.” Your warning is ignored, he knows that you’re only saying that so he’ll start touching your clit. He barely lets out a huff of acknowledgement and keeps going, snapping his hips into you and making you take all of him over and over.

Just when you were about to cum, he does it first. He curses right in your ear and holds you tight, stopping you from moving your hips to try and finish too. Edging you makes him cum more, he can feel the relief and a sick sense of satisfaction roll over him. He goes into you slowly a few more times, trying to milk all he has left.

He looks away from your ceiling to your disappointed face. He sees a little bit of sadness too, and confusion because this was the first time he’s let you fall when you were so close. Eunseok watches you barely know how to string words together, instead just opening your mouth before closing it again.

Eunseok is done. He can feel his cum make a mess of your panties and your combined slick dribble down his balls. Just another stimulant added to this already overwhelming night. The party is still in full swing. You still look like you want to keep going, surprised that you would even have to vocalize such a thing. He knows he’s awful, despite the fact that Eunseok tonight was created in your image.

You’re still so shocked that Eunseok didn’t give you what you wanted. You’re silent when he lifts you off of his dick, cum and slick making a mess down to your thighs. You get it on your sheets and Eunseok doesn’t even offer to go to your bathroom to get a rag. He just pulls his pants up, belt buckle rattling as he gets his bearings together.

You continue watching him in silence as he walks across your room. Eunseok for the first time in your house doesn’t creep heel to toe, he’s heavy footing crossing your room. Some girls that look like you stop him on their journey up the stairs to the bathroom down the hall. They look like you and have the same taste, because they compliment his hair and then his outfit.

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