NO BITCHES?
SUMMARY: When you met Eric, youâd thought he was just another frat boy, looking to get into any womanâs pants (particularly yours at that moment). You never wouldâve thought that he was just a loser who really liked FNAF and just thought you were pretty.
GENRE: smut, fluff, crack, mild angst
PAIRING: Eric Sohn x afab!reader (ft hak, sunwoo, sunwoo's gf, and sangyeon)
WC: 10.5k (there go my plans of proving Ally wrong)
SERIES MASTERLIST
PERM TAGLIST: @juyeonszn @winterchimez
18+ MDNI AGLESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED
WARNINGS: um... okay so virgin!eric, kinda dom!reader, eric's a fucking loser, reader kinda makes fun of him at first for being a virgin, reader kinda teaches eric about everything from kissing to uh...yeah, dry humping, kissing, making out, oral (m and f receiving), eric cums in his pants, eric plays fnaf, um...public making out? public fingering?, multiple orgasms, eric goes from little virgin boy to I TOLD YOU WE NEEDED MORE GLITTER real fast, sunwoo slander, sunwoo's annoying in this idk, eric's a dumb gamer boy who needs desperate help from the boy who concussed his gf (cough sunwoo), slight bit of miscommunication?, eric cries (ummmm dacryphilia?), reader also cries (again...dacryphilia?), edging el oh el, sunwoo and. reader know the importance of CONSENT, i think that's all the important stuff
A/N: I'm never gonna beat the allegations... ally will always think i bias eric. Anyway, happy birthday to my little munchkin princess eric sohn đ„°đ„°
Eric was practically shaking as he approached you. Scratch that, he was definitely shaking but he could blame the ripples covering the drinks in his hand on the pumping base. It thrummed in his veins, or maybe that was his pulse steadily increasing when he locked eyes with you.
You. His gorgeous, intelligent, perfectâŠ
Lab partner. You were his lab partner and at that very moment, nothing more. At least, not in your eyes. Eric, though? He was enamored by you. The way you laugh, the teasing grin when he does something wrong and you scold him, the way your body looks in that dressâ
âHi.â You look away from your friends and face him, a curious look on your face. Heâs starting to feel warm. Was it warm in here? He thinks heâs starting to sweat, and can feel something drip down the back of his neck.
âHiâŠ?â Your hands are empty, and Eric forces himself not to jump up and down with glee that he doesnât have to make the excuse of having two drinks for himself.Â
âIâmâ Do youââ He stutters, and heat begins to spread from his neck to his cheeks as your friends giggle. You just smile. A kind smile that has his body slowly relaxing the more he looks at your face. âDo you wanna drinkâ I meanâ fuck, I meant do you want a drink. Notâ not do you wanna drinkâ I mean that couldâ that is also a question, butââ
More laughter from your friends and Eric suddenly thinks heâs gonna throw up all over you, your dress, and his nice white button-up shirt that heâd forced Sangyeon to iron for him.Â
âThank you, Eric.â You say, reaching for the cup in his left hand. Your fingers brush against his, and his knees begin to wobble visibly. Your smile disappears into a concerned frown, and suddenly Ericâs attention is on your lips. He isnât paying attention to his surroundings anymore. Canât find himself caring that your friends are still laughing at the scenario, nor that you shoo them away.Â
âEric?â Your hand waves in front of his face, effectively catching the boyâs attention. âAre you okay?â Â
âYeah!â Eric says it far too quickly, knowing immediately that you donât believe him. Fortunately, one of his many charms is that heâs very good at lying to people. âIâm perfectly fine. Why do you ask?âÂ
You giggle, and itâs the sweetest sound that heâs ever heard.
âYou justâ you seem a little uncomfortable right now.â You lean close to him, scanning his face under the flashing lights. You can hardly make out his features under the colors. Blue, purple, red, white, green, yellow. All the colors under the rainbow covered his face and changed every few seconds. When they flashed white, you swear you can see a flush in his cheeks.Â
âWhy would I be uncomfortable?â He leans toward you with a sudden surge of confidence that has your heart pounded a bit. âWhy would I ever be uncomfortable around the most beautiful girl in the building?â
And there it is, folks, you think. Your eye twitches, something so subtle that Eric fails to catch it. The irritation, the disappointment.Â
âAh, I see.â You grimace, and Eric begins to panic again.Â
âWhatâ did I upset you?â He asks, and you roll your eyes.Â
âEric, if you wanna get into my pants youâre gonna have to try better than that.âÂ
Ericâs heart drops to the floor, his face flushing even more as he begins to panic. He stutters, he tries to backtrack, he tries to explain himself. You, however, are hearing none of it. Not a single word that comes out of his mouth reaches your ears.Â
âStop, Eric.â You snap and his mouth snaps shut. âJustâŠJust stop.âÂ
You set the cup heâd given you down on the table, and he stares at it dumbly while you storm away to find your friends again. The amber liquid in the cup sloshes with the base echoing around it and the loud noise of partygoers around him.Â
He watches it spill over the lip of the cup, and then sets his own cup down next to it, turning around to return to the party but the weight of crushing rejection sits uncomfortably on his chest.Â
Itâs two days later when you see Eric again. Monday morning, an 8AM Physics lecture that no one wants to be in. Two weeks into the semester, and almost twenty people had already dropped the class. He walks in with a black hat covering his head, and a white tee shirt covering his torso. Itâs certainly not clothing suitable for the cold air of early February, but heâd been unable to do his laundry over the weekend due to the parties on Friday and Saturday and the neverending clean-up that occurred on Sunday.Â
He spots you, tucked well into the second row, and his eyes light up. Yours, on the other hand, narrow. You keep your gaze on him while he makes his way up to you as quickly as possible, hoping to have a chance to talk to you before the lecture begins.Â
âHey,â he grins at you, gently setting his bag on the chair to his left and turning to face you. Your eyes are still narrowed with suspicion. âHow was your weekend?âÂ
How was your weekend? Itâs as if the both of you hated that question; one of you cringing with something close to disgust, the other with something like horror. Is he stupid?
âIt was fine,â you tell him curtly. Eric frowns, leaning back in his chair when you turn your gaze to the front.Â
âDid I do something wrong?â He blurts out, and your shoulders sag. Was that the wrong thing to ask? Did he do something wrong?
âDid you seriously just ask me that?â You hiss out, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. He opens his mouth to speak, but he has a hard time finding the words. What is he even supposed to say? What if you think heâs an asshole for not knowing what was wrong? What if you never smile at him again?
âIâ honestly I really donât know!â You scoff and Eric sits up, leaning forward on the table to get a better view of your face. You can see the pout, see the way his eyebrows knit together in what you can only assume is faux confusion. Thereâs no way he doesnât know what he did.
âYouâre unbelievable, you know that?â You look at him fully now and watch the way his body recoils from the words. Hurt, confusion. No anger. You donât think youâve ever seen Eric Sohn angry in the two years youâd shared classes with him.Â
âWhatâ what did I even do?â The professor walks in, and he hushes his voice. âI canât fix things if I donât know what I did wrong!â
âThatâs your own damn fault then, isnât it?â You click your pen, and Eric shuts up. You almost feel bad, carefully watching as he takes out his own notebook to begin taking notes. He doesnât say anything for the rest of the lecture, and you feel a pang of regret in your chest. Maybe he really doesnât know what he did wrong, you think, nibbling on your lip in thought. No, thereâs no way he doesnât know. Heâs the smartest guy in the room, no way does he not know whatâÂ
You glance at Eric again, this time turning your head to fully look at him. His blond hair falls over his eyes, even with the hat covering his head. His shoulders are hunched, his hand moving so quickly over the lined paper so that he can at least try to keep up with your professor. For a moment, you think about Eric Sohn. About the frat boy who had been nothing but kind to you since the day you met. About the boy who once gave you notes far more detailed than youâd ever written during the week you were sick. About the boy whoâ
No, you shake your head and begin to write down more equations you know youâre going to have to ask Eric about later. Heâs a frat boy. All he wants is a good fuck and then heâs gone.Â
But why did he seem so hurt when you spoke to him so rudely? When you turned him away not once, but twice within the past three days.Â
You liked him, you really did! He was kind, thoughtful, and he was always helping anyone he could. He never refused to help anyone, even if it was a subject that he didnât know that well. Had you gotten it wrong? Was he just trying to talk to you and you had respondedâ
Your pen clicks again as you give up on the notes, and you lean back in your chair to squint at the whiteboard in front of you.Â
Talking with Eric Sohn was inevitable, but it was only a matter of how long you could avoid the topicâ
âI want all of you to pair up. These will be your partners for the midterm project.â
Ericâs gaze turns to you uneasily, tilting his head in question. You bite down hard on your tongue, fighting every urge inside of you to turn around and ask the girl behind you to be partners.Â
Fuck, how could you say no to those eyes?
Your room is brighter than Eric thought it would be. When you originally invited him over to study that night, he had been terrified. Was your apartment going to be almost falling apart? What if it was really nice and he broke something? What if you killed him and stuffed him into a dumpster?
Fortunately, none of those things were necessarily true. Your building wasnât falling apart, thankfully, although it was arguably nicer than any other off-campus apartments and you could still choose to kill him.Â
It was nice, though. It was a two-bedroom apartment that you shared with your friend Eunseung, one full bathroom and another half-bathroom, a decent kitchen, and a nice-sized living space. According to what you told him in the last semester, the rent wasnât too awful either.Â
The walls of your bedroom were yellow, but not an ugly shade of yellow. It was pastel, not quite bright enough to be harsh on the eyes but not dark enough to make it hard to see. Youâd lined bookshelves up to the wall, most filled with books but some with photos and plants and music albums. You had a small desk in the corner, and your bed was aligned with the center of the back wall, a light green comforter covering white sheets.Â
âIâm surprised weâve never studied here.â You hum, but your tone is distant. Eric laughs dryly and sets his bag down on the ground next to your bedframe.Â
âYou prefer the library,â he points out. âThe lighting is easier for your eyes.âÂ
For a moment, you pause in your motions. How did heâ
âHow did you know that?â You ask, turning to face him. You can see the flush in your partnerâs cheeks, and he ducks his head so that the baseball cap on his head covers his eyes.Â
âI justâ you would always squint when we studied at the library orâ or at the TBZ house. I justâŠI figured that was the reason.â I pay attention. Thatâs what you knew he meant.Â
Why does a boy who only wants to get into your pants care so much about you?
âOh.â You dig your laptop out of your bag and take a seat on your bed, leaning against your pillows with your legs straight out in front of you. Eric joins you, sitting crosslegged at the other end of the bed. Heâs careful not to get too close, shifting away from you when you adjust your position. Your skirt flares out to the side, ruffled by the blanket and exposing your thighs a bit more. Eric has to force his eyes to remain on his laptop. You notice, but thereâs no anger with it. You choose to not even acknowledge it.Â
âSo what do we wanna do for our project?â His eyes flick over to you, and you shrug.Â
âWe could build something?â You suggest. âMaybe, like, a paper airplane launcher?âÂ
He hums, tilting his head back and wrinkling his nose in thought.Â
âWhat about something with electromagnetism?â You nod slowly.Â
âThat could be good. We could keep with the idea of building something and make an electric motor with things people have lying around their houses?âÂ
Eric grins at you. âNow weâre thinking. Weâll have this done in no time at all.â
Eric was right.Â
The brainstorming and research portion of the project had been completed within a few hours, and the two of you had cast your laptops to the side to search your apartment for things to use. Paper clips, some sort of copper wire (you had no idea why anyone would have a copper wire hanging around their house. Eric, however, said that there were several around the frat house), wood, some batteries. Anything that the two of you could use. The only thing neither of you had was a staple gun.
âItâs getting late,â Eric notes with a quick glance toward your living room window. You hum in response, lying back on your couch with your phone in your hand. âI should get going soon.â
Your eyes flick to him, but he isnât looking at you. âDo you wanna stay the night?âÂ
Silence. A long moment of silence, and then Eric looks at you with a look nearing scandalized.Â
âWhat?â You sit up, draping your arms over the back of your couch and getting a better look at him.Â
âYou heard me.â His face is bright red, similar to the night of the party.Â
âWhy wouldâ why would I wantâ I mean thâ thank you for the offer butâ but I canât stay the night. Why wouldâ where would I even sleep? I donât have clothes to sleep in!â He throws every excuse he could possibly think of at you, adding to your amusement. He had no clothes, where would he sleep, you had classes earlier in the morning than him, it would be weird if he stayed the night. It was cute.Â
Youâll admit it, Eric was cute. The puppy-like look in his eyes, the pout on his lips. Everything about him was cute. It almost shocked you how fast you were able to get over the anger that he only wanted to sleep with you. In fact, you werenât sure thatâs what he even wanted from you. Only one way to find out, right?
âEric,â you finally cut off his rambling and his voice stops, leaving your apartment oddly quiet. âCome here.âÂ
He listens, slowly slinking toward you. Eric is nervous, you can tell. Every step he takes, every twitch when you shift your body. It fills you with pride, or maybe some other emotion.Â
Eric stops when heâs right in front of you, just a few steps from the back of the couch and both of you (really just him) are all too aware of how his crotch is level with your mouth.Â
âI wanna tell you something,â you beckon him toward you with one finger and he slowly, albeit a bit awkwardly as well, bends down so that his face is just above yours. Heat radiates off his face, so hot that you may start sweating soon. âDo you wanna know a secret?â
His Adamâs apple bobs, his hands gripping the couch for dear life, short nails digging into the cheap fabric.Â
âSure.â Ericâs voice is hoarse, and it makes you smile.Â
âI kinda like you, Eric.âÂ
Your lips press gently against his. Entirely experimental, just enough to see what he would do. His body seizes up, his breath hitching in his throat. He doesnât move against you, doesnât tilt his head or part his lips. He sits there like the lead in a lame drama where the main characters seem like they couldnât be less into each other. You begin to pull away from him, fearing youâd made him a bit uncomfortable, but a whine is pulled from his throat when your lips part from his.Â
You look at him, but heâs already looking at you with wide, bulging eyes.Â
âEricâŠâ You have a sneaking suspicion that you know why he didnât kiss you. âHave youâŠhas no one ever kissed you before?â
âWhat?â The boyâs voice is shrill, and you know the answer. âOfâ of course, Iâve been kissed? What kind of question is that?âÂ
Your lips quirk up. âAre you sure? Itâs nothing to be embarrassed about, you know.â
âWhatâ why would I be embarrassed?â His frustration and denial are cute. Adorable, really.Â
âBecause youâre a sophomore in college and have been kissed onceâ by your physics partner, no less.â You smirk playfully and then gasp, pushing up and toward him suddenly. He reels back, nearly falling backward with the suddenness of the motion. âEric Sohn! Are you a virgin?â
Eric looks like heâs about to cry from embarrassment, and he turns away from you completely. You grimace briefly and climb off the couch to come around and stand in front of him. He avoids your gaze by looking above you, around you, at the floor and the walls.Â
âEric,â your voice is gentle now. He doesnât move, nor does he make any noise. Heâs like a deer in headlights. âEric, can you look at me.â
âNo,â he denies, crossing his arms over his chest. You feel a bubble of amusement rising in your stomach. âYouâre just gonna make fun of me.â
âIâm not gonna make fun of you.â You promise, your hand grazing his forearm. Ericâs eyes lock with yours, and for once you choose to hold his gaze. âNow, can you tell me the truth so I can help you?âÂ
âHelp me,â he echoes with an air of offense. âI donât need help!â
âEric, youâre a sophomore in college whoâs in the most popular frat on the campus. Add onto that your personality and your good looks, you should be getting bitches left and right.â You say pointedly and the tips of his ears flush red. Or, rather, as red as they can when his whole face is burning up from your prior insinuations.Â
âWhat if Iâm just waiting for marriage?â He counters. âOrâ or the right person?â Your lips draw into a thin line, knowing that statement was bullshit.Â
âWe both know you wouldnât be hard as a rock right now if that was the case.â
Ericâs heart plummets to the ground, his eyes following it to check for himself. To his complete and utter dismay, you werenât lying. Pressing against the front of his cargo pants was the solid outline of his member, straining against the seam and begging to be released.Â
âIâ I am soâ so sorry,â he stammers, his hands yanking the edge of his sweatshirt down to cover himself, his hands remaining carefully placed over his crotch but he knows itâs too late. âI didnâtâ I donâtâ oh my god Iâm so sorry, Y/N.â
âItâs fine,â you reassure him, holding tightly onto his sleeve so he canât run for the door. âI knew you wanted to sleep with me, it was kind of obvious.â
âNo Iâ I donât wantââ Eric frantically shakes his head. âI donâtâ I canâtâ I donât wanna sleep with youâ I mean I do, I really really do, but notâ not like thisââ
The hand on his sleeve comes up to grab his cheeks, squeezing them together until his lips are pushed out and he canât speak anymore.Â
âYou can admit it, Eric.â You hum, and with your hand still on his face, you begin to walk him back and around to the side of the couch. He yelps when you push him back, letting go of his face and watching him fall over the arm and land with an oof on the cushions. âYou can admit that you wanted to fuck me from the moment you saw me.â
âBut Iââ He choked on spit before he could finish talking, eyes widening into saucers when you climbed onto the couch, crawling up to sit on his lap. Heâs sitting up straight now, but the risk of falling back again is high with nothing to support his spine. Your hands just rest on his shoulders, not digging in or moving to grasp anything else. They stay there, waiting for him to make the first move.Â
âTell me if you donât want me to continue, Eric.â His hands are trembling, his pulse higher than itâs ever been. He slowly rotates his body, placing his feet firmly on the ground and resting his spine against the back of the couch so that he doesnât hurt either of you.Â
âI wantââ his voice cracks.Â
âWhat do you want?â Your lips are on his neck, featherlight kisses being left in your wake and knocking the breath out of him. Heâd never felt like this, heâd never been touched like this save for his own hand in the darkness of his room with an animated video on loop on his laptop screen. At his lack of response, you pull your lips back from his neck. Eric lets out a loud whine at this, his left hand coming to the back of your head to lightly try and push you back into him.Â
âKeep doing that,â he gasps out, and you smile.Â
âDonât you want me to kiss you?â You ask him, and another whine tumbles from his lips.
âIâ fuck, I doâ god, why are you doing this to me?â
âI just wanna know what you want, Eric,â youâre teasing him and you know it, but youâre pretty sure Eric might fall to pieces if you donât give him something soon. âCanât you tell me what you want?âÂ
âJustââ he leans his head back, and you watch the rapid bobbing of his throat as he tries to swallow and take in air and do anything to calm himself down. âJust do something.â
âWhatâs the magic word?â He raises his head, gasping when he finds your lips suddenly inches from his own.Â
âPleâ please?â Your lips quirk up.
âActually, it wasââ
You donât get the chance to tease him anymore. He crushes your lips together with so much force that it almost hurts. Thereâs nothing coherent about the way he kisses you, although you could hardly call it a kiss at all. It was more him putting his mouth against yours, tilting his head, and squeezing his eyes shut. Itâs clear from the moment it started that heâs never been kissed before and that knowledge has you squirming in his lap.Â
âEric,â youâve barely pulled back and heâs chasing your lips as if youâre a glass of his favorite wine. âEric, hold on.â
âWhy?â His eyes flutter open and you have to force yourself not to kiss him senseless, even if he has no idea what heâs doing.
âJustââ You inhale deeply and the scent of his cologne begins to overwhelm your senses, practically intoxicating you. âYouâve never kissed anyone before.âÂ
He nods, his previous embarrassment returning when you say that. âI meanâŠYeah, Iâ I havenât. But IâIâve used WikiHowââ
âItâs okay,â you cut him off and choose to ignore the comment about WikiHow, pressing a light kiss to the corner of his mouth. âJust follow my lead.âÂ
When he nods, you press your lips against his again. This time, itâs more fluid. Itâs easier for you to kiss him when heâs copying your movements. Itâs still awkward, your teeth smacking together painfully, but you can tell heâs getting used to the feeling. Youâre able to part your lips against his, to open your mouth just enough for your tongue to slip out and brush against his lower lip. His whole body jolts, his hands digging into the fabric of your skirt hard enough that your skin would be bruised the next day. His hips roll up against yours, drawing a heady moan out of you.Â
When Eric parts from you, his eyes are hazy. âDidâ did you like when I did that?âÂ
âYes,â you groan and begin to roll your hips down into his, watching the way his eyes roll into the back of his head and his back arches off the couch.Â
âF-Fuck, okay,â He screws his eyes shut again, lips completely parted as the two of you begin to hump into each other like some damn animals. Your lips meld together again, and you let your tongue slither into his mouth. Itâs obvious that Eric has no idea what to do with his tongueâ pushing against yours aggressively, shoving it to the side, and trying to push his into your mouthâ but as the minutes pass, he begins to understand what to do. He begins to understand what makes your body react positively and what has you unintentionally cringing away from him.Â
Your lips part from his one more time but you hardly give him time to complain before you place a kiss on his cheek, then the corner of his jaw, and then right below his ear. He emits a nearly wild moan at this, his hips jerking up into yours in such a way that his bulge presses against your clit and punches a moan out of you. Being the quick learner that he is, Eric adjusts his position and rolls his hips up again and again and again, addicted to the way you sound and feel against him.Â
âEric,â you whine, parting from his neck. âEric, oh my god.âÂ
He just huffs into your collarbone, licking and sucking and trying desperately to not cum too soon, but you just feel so good against him that he just canât help it.Â
His hips stutter against yours, and he moans so loud you fear that the neighbors hear it. You let him continue to grind into you, to work himself through his orgasm as your slips back and escapes you. It doesnât matter, youâd get yourself when he leavesâ
âYou didnât cum.âÂ
âWhat?â You blink dumbly at him, and Eric begins to pout.Â
âYou didnâtâ you didnât cum. You shouldâve told me. I wouldâve held off!â You knew that wasnât true. He could barely hold himself together from a few kisses, what made him think heâd be able to hold himself off until you came?Â
âItâs fine, Eric.â You reassure him, but heâs having none of it. You canât stop him from lifting you off his hips and settling you against the couch cushions. WellâŠyou probably could, but you wanted to see where this went.Â
You watch as he unceremoniously yanks down your panties, not bothering with your skirt whether out of impatience or because he liked seeing you in it.Â
âDo you even know what youâre doing?â Eric peers up at you, a boyish smile on his face.Â
âCanât be that hard, right?â You laugh, choosing not to argue with him. Youâd tell him, when it came time, where your clit is but for now? Youâd let him work things out for himself.Â
Your body shudders when Eric takes his first taste, licking from the bottom to the top of your pussy. Youâre amazed that he didnât accidentally go too far down like most (slightly more experienced) men have. Itâs almost impressive how much attention he pays to your quivering body, and you flip your skirt up so you can see his face buried into you. Every lick draws out a moan from both of you, and you can see him starting to roll his hips down onto the couch.Â
âFuck,â his words are muffled by your cunt, and vile slurping noises accompany him. âCould get addicted to the taste of you.â
âMm, feels good, Eric.â Your eyes flutter shut, one of your hands slipping down to tangle in his blonde strands of hair and tugging him up slightly. Your other hand taps at your clit lightly, making your body jolt a bit. âHere. Thisâ fuckâ feels good here.â
âThatâs it?â He drops his head down again, swatting your hand out of the way to replace it with his own. His touch is much rougher than yours, his hands thick and calloused compared to your delicate ones. âRight here?âÂ
You whine for him, and he has to bite on his tongue to not cum again so fast. Heâs quick to attach his mouth to your clit, sucking violently and swiping his tongue against it. If you werenât impressed by him before, you most certainly were now. It hadnât taken him long at all to figure out what felt good for you. Reading your mind and body was almost second nature to him, it seemed, and it became abundantly clear when your orgasm began to rise again.
âClose, Eric!â You gasped out, âIâm close!â
He groans against you, catching your hips in his hands when they begin to roll into his face. Eric wanted to drown in you. He wanted to feel you shake around him for the rest of his damn life. He wanted to hear you screaming his name until your throat was raw and your voice was gone.Â
And the sight of you cumming on his face, your essence soaking his chin and dripping onto his sweatshirt?Â
If he could stay glued to you for the rest of his life, he fucking would.
Becoming a habit came easy for you and Eric. Youâre not dating, but youâre unsure of whether the puppy-like boy cares or not. You discovered very quickly that he would do anything for you, would learn anything for you. Youâd successfully taught him how to kiss a girl without looking like a dumbass (i.e. the straight-face-to-sudden-kiss scenario youâd faced too many times to count), how to finger you and hit all the right spots, where not to put his mouth and fingers unless explicitly told otherwise. There was, of course, your next problem.
Eric refused to put his dick in you.
You knew he was clean, both of you had gotten tested when you originally began screwing around. You knew he liked you, that much was obvious. He looked at you as if you hung the stars in the sky, he told you how much he loved you every time you gave him head. He justâŠnever went farther than that. Was he scared? Did he not want you as bad as you (very clearly) wanted him? It made you nauseous to think about, but it was getting frustrating how all you two did was make out, grind on each other like teenagers, and give each other head every time you saw each other. Shitâ he was even fine with fingering you underneath the table in your lecture the other day!Â
Thatâs why you developed a plan. Here you were, standing outside of the Tau Beta Zeta frat house under the guise of needing to work on your project (which wasnât necessarily a lie) but really planning on getting him to finally fuck you. Yes, you were aware of the fact that he was a virgin but it was obvious from the start that he didnât give a shit about that.
Unless he did. Your hand pauses just inches from the door, but you shake your head to clear the anxious thought and you knock on the door.Â
One, two, threeâŠone, two threeâŠoneâ
On the third round of knocks, a boy swings the door open. His eyes are wide, his hair in disarray.Â
âHi.â You wave your hand with a smile, but the boy just stands there with a dumb look on his face. Were all the TBZ boys like this?Â
ââŠHi?â He says it in the form of a question, which draws a laugh out of you.Â
âIâm Y/N.â
ââŠSunwooâŠâÂ
âOh, the star soccer player, right?â He nods and you grin. âI saw your last game, the one where your girlfriendâ Iâm assuming girlfriendâ knocked some sense into you. You really killed it out there!â
âThank youâŠuhâŠcanâ can I help you?â You rock back and forth on your heels, biting at your lip in thought. The idea of wearing a skirt is choosing to bite you in the ass as a cold breeze picks up.Â
âIâm here for Eric, actually. UmâŠEric Sohn? I think he lives here, right?â Sunwooâs jaw drops, his head dipping down as well and he steps to the side to let you in. You smile, using your feet to pull your shoes off as you step into the entryway. You see a pile of shoes to your left, the larger menâs pairs shoved into a large pile while some smaller womenâs shoes sit neatly. You canât help but wonder if it was the girlfriends that did this or if one of the frat members cares a bit more about them than the others.Â
âHeâsâŠheâs on the second floor, third door on the leftâŠâ You thank Sunwoo, ignoring how he follows you with obvious confusion and awe. Another boy passes by you, staring in confusion but ends up in the same state as the soccer player when he explains the situation.Â
You knock before you enter Ericâs room, rocking on your heels again as you wait for some sort of response. You get none, and when you go to interrupt him, the second boy stops you.Â
âHi, um, Iâm Haknyeonâ you can call me Hak, thoughâ Ericâsâ heâsâ heâs gaming. You can just go in because thereâs no way youâre gonna get his attention byâ by, umâ yeah.â He stumbles over his words in an almost incomprehensible way, but you get the basic idea.Â
âThanks, Hak,â you dip your head and twist the doorknob. Sunwoo and Hak both watch you enter the room, only snapping out of their daze when you shut the door tightly behind you.Â
âYouâŠyou saw that too, right?â Haknyeon grabs Sunwoo by the shoulder with a grin on his face.
âMy best friendâŠâ Sunwooâs voice is quiet with confusion. âHeâsâŠheâs getting bitches?â
âWhat did I say about saying that,â his girlfriend pops around the corner with a scowl on her face. Sunwooâs face lights up, but it disappears at the scolding gaze she gives him.
âSorry, baby,â he pouts and she rolls her eyes. âI just wasnât expecting it.â
âGive them some damn privacy,â she clicks her tongue, eyeing the door. âLord knows theyâre probably gonna need it.â
Eric is facing a large gaming setup when you enter the room. You can see the dark polo sweater which is partially unzipped to reveal some of his chest, the beige hat, and the khaki combo he had, unfortunately, chosen to wear today (youâre going to have to update his closet soon, whether you date him or not. You have to save the next girl heâs with). The lights, shockingly, are purple rather than the red you had expected. You can see expensive monitors and a keyboard, all of which are cleaner than any other gamerâs setup that youâd seen. In fact, his whole room is so much cleaner than you had ever given him credit for. Youâd expected to see something absolutely filthy, but Eric never fails to shock you.
What doesnât shock you, however?
Five Nights At Freddyâs playing on the screens.
You clear your throat, and he barely even spares a glance at you. You wonder if he even recognized that it was youâ
âYo, Y/N!â Oh god, this might not go as planned. âYouâre early!âÂ
âFigured Iâd come by to hang out before we got started on the paper.â You come up behind him, dropping your bag and jacket by the edge of the bed, revealing the black sheer top youâd chosen to go with your white skirt. Youâd also chosen the perfume you know gets his attention the most, the one that always has him practically gluing his face to your neck.Â
That doesnât happen this time. He stays glued to his game, his legs spread wide open and tongue sticking out from the corner of his lips.Â
âFeelâ fuck!â His body jerks when an animatronic (Foxy, maybe?) comes out of a vent and gives him barely enough time to start protecting himself. âFeel free to make yourself comfortable, I might take a while.â
You hum, not moving from your spot. Your hands are on the back of his gaming chair, your eyes focused on the screen with fake intrigue. He doesnât acknowledge you, so you let your hands begin to sink onto his shoulders. His chin tilts toward you a bit, but he corrects himself and goes back to ignoring you even when your nails graze the skin of his collarbone.Â
âWhat are you doing?â Eric asks, but itâs more dismissive than anything.Â
âJust watching you play,â you reply with a sly grin. Another jumpscare appears, and he grunts when you intentionally dig your nails into him (something youâve learned he loves over the past two weeks).Â
Part two of your scheme begins when you sink to your knees beside Eric and slip under his desk. This grabs his attention. Eric watches as you get comfortable, no longer paying attention to the screens in front of him when you run your hands up his thighs, grazing the button of his khaki pants.Â
âY/N, thisââ his breath catches in his throat when you finally undo the button and pull the zipper down. You can see his member already hardening, twitching in his boxers. âYou donât have toâ I donâtâ whyââ
âJusâ play your game, baby.â You purr, your fingers hooking under the band of his boxers to tug them and his pants down at the same time. His jaw is hanging open, eyes wide with awe, but you stop your movements. âPlay your game, Eric, or Iâm leaving.â
His response is immediate, sliding his chair closer to you and lifting his hips to let you work. Your smirk is wide, and you yank his clothing down in one go, letting them rest around his ankles. Ericâs knee begins to bounce, and you rest your hand on top of it to steady him. His member, in just a few moments, has completely hardened. You can see the slick precum beginning to leak from his tip, and you lower your mouth to catch each drop on his tongue.Â
The moan he emits is loud, and you pull your mouth back just an inch to dig your nails into his thigh.
âStay quiet and donât cum unless I say so.â He whimpers in response, and you bring your mouth back onto him. You begin by suckling at his tip, letting your tongue swirl around him like a lollypop, and listening to his barely restrained moans. You hear clicking and tapping on his keyboard, as well as random noises from the game
You take him a little deeper and his thighs tense, but heâs good at staying quiet. Heâs good even when his tip hits the back of your throat and you gag around him. Even when you take him so deep that youâre choking on him and spit is dripping from your mouth and onto his skin. Even when you begin hollowing your mouth and bobbing your head, and swallowing around him a few times when you take him all the way down so your nose is against his pelvis.Â
Another jumpscare and his hips jerk and force him farther down your throat. You moan around him, your eyes rolling back at the feeling, and that elicits a whine from him.
âY/N,â he pleads. âIâve been s-so good for yoâyou right? Havenâtâ Havenât I been good? Pleâplease let me cum. Jusâ wanna cum, please?âÂ
Eric sees you look up at him through your eyelashes, and just the sight of you slobbering all over him has his eyes rolling back in his head.
Then you pull off him completely, leaving his dick twitching and lonely against his stomach.Â
âWhy didâ why did you pull off?â His eyes are dazed, and you flash a coy smile at him.Â
âI told you to pay attention to the game, didnât I?âÂ
âIâ yeah, you did butâ but I justâ youââ Eric is tearing up as you begin to push your body out from under the desk to stand in front of him.Â
âPoor baby,â you cup his cheek and your stomach churns when he leans into your palm with a sigh. âShouldâve just paid attention and beat the night, then, hm?âÂ
âPlease,â he whines, leaving little kisses on your palm and working his way to your wrist, your forearm, your elbow, and then heâs pulling you onto his lap so youâre nearly sitting on his dick. You can feel it pulsing against your core, and you canât help the tiny rolls of your hips to gain some sort of friction. âPlease, justâ IâllâŠIâll do anything you want. Iâllâ Iâll eat you out, Iâll finger you, fuck, Iâllâ Iâll let you sit on my face if thatâs what you want.â
You hum, tapping your fingers against his chest in thought. âWhat if I want you to fuck me?âÂ
His body tenses and his cheeks begin to flush, his eyes refusing to meet yours.Â
âEric,â you say softly, moving your hand to his chin and forcing him to look at you. âEric, talk to me.â
âIâ I donâtââ
âIâm not gonna force you to do anything, Eric,â you reassure him, stopping the ministrations of your hips and bringing your free hand to the side of his neck. âI just want to know why. I want to understand. Do youâ do you not want me? Do you wanna save yourself for another girl?âÂ
âNo!â He snaps, his voice a bit harsher than heâd intended for it to come out but it has you flinching away from him. In a moment of panic, he brings his hands to your waist and tugs you closer to him. âIâ sorry. Itâs notâ itâs not that at all.â
âThen why?â Your hands are playing with the ends of his blonde hair, and Eric swallows once. Twice. And then he tucks his head into your shoulder.Â
âIâŠI donât know.âÂ
You nod, disappointment filling you, but you donât let it show.Â
âLetâs work on the project.â You slide off his lap, ignoring the somewhat heartbroken gaze he shoots you. âThe paper is due in a couple of days, so I grabbed a few sources and drafted an outline.â
For a moment, he doesnât say anything. He just tucks his member back into his pants and comes to join you on his bed. The air is tense and you know he wants to say something. You wait for him to say it.Â
He doesnât.
âEric, youâre fucking stupid.â Sunwoo throws himself onto his best friendâs bed, staring at the ceiling and listening to the sound of Eric hitting his head on his desk.
âI knowâŠâ
âI mean, we already knew this from previous incidents. Ahem, giving my then-crush-now-girlfriend a concussion. But holy shit I thought it couldnât possibly get any worse than that.â
âI know!â Eric whines, sitting heavily on the gaming chair heâd gotten head on almost four hours ago, and could have gotten laid in had he not been a damn moron.
âI mean, youâve been trying to get laid by this chick for how long? And you cockblocked yourself becauseâŠâ Sunwoo trails off, his eyebrows knitting together as he sits up. âWait, why did you cockblock yourself?â
âI donât know, man!â Eric huffs and leans his head back. âFuck, she was so nice about it too. Too nice. I know damn well sheâs pissed at me but sheâs too fucking nice to say anything.â
âWell yeah,â Sunwoo shrugs. âSex 101â donât force yourself onto anyone. Hello? Why would she do that to you?â
Eric crosses his arms over his chest, using his feet to spin his chair back and forth lightly. You had been really sweet about everything. You couldâve gotten mad at him, especially since this wasnât the first time this had happened, but you didnât. You wanted him to be ready.Â
And he was. He was so ready! He justâ he gets nervous around you! What if heâs a disappointment? What if heâs so bad that you have to fake an orgasm? What if he doesnât fit? What if he hurts you?
âEric,â Sunwoo claps his hands together to snap Eric out of his thoughts. âStop getting distracted while Iâm trying to help you in a way that wonât lead to injuries.âÂ
The poor, self-cockblocked boy lifts his head with a pout.Â
âThereâs a party this weekend, right?âÂ
âYeahâŠâ Eric tilts his head.
âMake sure sheâs there. Use whatever excuse you need to, and make sure she shows up. Then, ask her to talk. Go somewhere private, talk to her, tell her youâre ready, and then fuck until the sun comes up.â Sunwoo claps again, throwing his out to the side in a cocky I just made the best plan ever manner. âFirst of all, gets you laid, second of allâ free revenge on Sangyeon.â
Eric drums his fingers against his legs in thought. The plan was good, heâd admit that. Of course, not out loud. No, he would never let Sunwoo know that he was right about something.
âFine,â Eric agrees. âBut if shit goes south, itâs your fault.â
âDeal,â Sunwoo grins mischievously. âAnd if shit goes right, you owe me and my girlfriend dinner.â
âDeal.â
Eric doesnât see you at all that week, something that has him nearly crying on the ground in Sangyeonâs bedroom. Heâd texted you, asked if you were okay, sent you notes, told you about the party but didnât outright invite you. Nothing. No sign of you in lectures, no texts from you aside from a confirmation that youâd submit your written portion of the midterm.
âTake a damn breath.â Sangyeon rolls his eyes and tugs a formfitting black mock-neck shirt over his head, sliding a silver chain around his neck afterward. âSheâs probably busy.â
âBut she never goes this long without texting me! Or being in a lecture!â The youngest member of the frat holds his head in his hands, staring down at the white buttondown shirt that hung somewhat loosely on his body.Â
âMaybe she hates you, I donât know!â Sangyeon exclaims. âStop bothering me about it!â Eric pouts up at the TBZ president.
âBut you know how to handle these things!â
âNot when youâre on my ass about it all day every day for a week straight.â Sangyeonâs lip curls and Eric huffs, laying back on the hardwood floor. âDude, just be patient. Who knows, maybe she was sick? Maybe sheâll show up today and youâll get laid. Just. Be. Patient.â
And patient he was.Â
He lurked around the party, a drink in his hand and a ripped red baseball cap covering his head and shielding his red-rimmed eyes from the public. They didnât need to know heâd cried over his two-year-long crush ghosting him.Â
âWho pissed in your cheerios?â He turns his body slowly, ready to crack a corny joke, and walk away from whoever yelled in his ear, but he stops dead in his tracks when he sees you. Youâre in another tiny little black skirt and a black bralette that was used as a poor excuse for a shirt with a leather jacket thrown over it. He nearly crumbles in front of you, ready to worship you and the ground you walk on, ready to take you in front of all these people so they know that heâs yours.
âOh my god.âÂ
You laugh at the dumbstruck look in his eyes, at the way his eyes are stuck on your chest, and the way your bralette pushes your boobs up just enough to catch attention.Â
âYou okay, Eric?â Your hand is on his arm, and in an instant his cup is thrown to the side and his lips are on yours, his tongue shoved into your mouth. You gasp at the sudden intrusion, and, really, the suddenness of it all, but you donât complain. You love how frantic he is for you, love how heâs ready to risk it all after just a week of not seeing you.Â
When he parts from you, thereâs a string of spit connecting your lips that only breaks when you swipe your thumb across his lip.Â
âHowâs that for a hello?â You say just loud enough for him to hear it.Â
âWe need to talk.â
âWe do.â You confirm, but his lips are on yours again, and youâre so glad that everyone is distracted by a game of beer pong on the other side of the room. You let your eyes flutter shut, moaning into his mouth when he pushes his tongue against yours. They dance together, swirling around each other but not fighting for dominance. No, this kiss isnât about that. This is two people being addicted to the taste of each other, two people who could never get enough of what the other has to offer.Â
You have to force yourself to part from him, turning away so you can find somewhere more privateâ preferably his bedroom. He doesnât stray from you, gluing his lips to the side of your neck as you try to weave through the crowd. Itâs not easy, especially with Eric on you and refusing to let go, but you donât mind.Â
Not when he shoves you against his dresser as soon as his bedroom door is shut and locked.Â
The handles of the drawers dig against your spine, but youâre too distracted by Ericâs lips on your chest to care. His hat is missing, likely somewhere on the staircase. Your jacket has been thrown to the opposite side of the room, the straps of your bralette shoved down and both breasts freed from its confines so Eric can lick and suck and bite at the soft mounds.Â
âEric,â you moan out, arching your back into his hunched form. He groans against you, sucking hard at your nipple and eliciting a loud moan from you. âEric, pick me up.âÂ
Without even pulling away, he does, plopping you unceremoniously onto his dresser and moving his lips to the other breast, replacing his mouth with his hand. Your hand comes to the back of his head, and you find yourself smiling at the desperation your lover shows.Â
âMissed me that much, huh?â Your composure is crumbling, but you donât care. âMight have to disappear more often.â
He rips away from your chest, eyes narrowed into a glare. âDonât even joke about that. I thought you died.â
You kiss him again, both hands holding his face to yours, and your legs wrap around his waist. Ericâs hands find your thighs and he lifts you off the dresser. He sucks on your tongue, biting on your lip when you start to pull away and you whimper at the sting of pain.Â
âThought I died, hm?â You brush back the blonde strands of hair covering his sweaty forehead and smirk. âItâs a good thing I didnât then, hm? What would you have done? Fucked your fist for the rest of your life?âÂ
A muscle in his jaw feathers and he throws you down on his bed. You yelp, eyes widening at the personality change. A week ago, he wouldâve been begging you for any touch, wouldâve been falling apart just for one look at your dripping pussy. But now?
Now he looks like a starved animal, and youâre the first helpless creature heâs seen in weeks.Â
âEric,â you warn, watching him unbutton his shirt. âRemember what I said.âÂ
He eyes you, smirking at the way your jaw drops when his shirt hits the floor. Itâs odd, isnât it? Youâd probably been bare in front of him countless times but youâd hardly seen him with his pants down.
âHoly fuck.â You stare at his torso, at the chiseled abs and biceps, at the veins in his arms, at the trail of hair leading down to his dick. âYouâreâ youâre fucking shredded.â
âShredded?â He quirks an eyebrow, undoing his belt and the button of his pants so he can push them down and kick them to the side. âThatâs the first word you thought of?â
âWellââ you clear your throat and turn your gaze away from him. âI meanâ you are.â
âCute,â He coos and crawls over you, hooking his fingers into the hem of your skirt. âMay I?â
âYou may,â you look at him again, then down his body and swallow hard at the sight of him. Youâve seen him many times. Youâve held him in your hand, in your mouth. You know what to expect.
So why does it make you so nervous now?
âYouâre getting distracted,â Eric kisses his teeth, lowering his face to yours but not kissing you. He traces his nose across your cheek, light kisses from his lips going with it. His nose nudges against your jaw, urging you to tilt your jaw up so he can kiss you there. You do, and his lips feel like fire against your skin. âI thought you liked it when people pay attention?â
âIâ I do!â You gasp out, and Eric laughs against your skin. Where the fuck is all this confidence coming from?Â
âThen why arenât you paying attention to me?â His fingers press against your sopping-wet entrance and you lift your hips in a weak attempt to get them inside of you.Â
âI am!â Tears are welling in your eyes. âI am paying attention to you, Eric, please!â
He juts out his lip in a mocking pout, using the hand thatâs not against your heat to wipe the tears away.Â
âOkay baby,â he says softly, sinking two thick, calloused fingers into you. âDonât cry, not yet.âÂ
The intrusion has you crying out and Eric does his best to hush you, to soothe you, and then heâs thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a fast pace. Your fingers cling to his shoulders, feeling the muscles tense and shift with every movement of his arm. Eric grins when your eyes finally flutter shut, when you finally give in to him. He praises you when he slips a third finger into your core, and then a fourth. He praises you as he works you through the sting, curling his fingers gently to search for the spot he knows would have you falling to pieces under him.Â
Eric finds it easily and is oh so pleased by your wail of his name. He grins almost maliciously, when you begin to shake, when your body begins to thrash, and your nails dig into his shoulders and drag down his back.Â
âAlways so easy for me,â he hums, staring in awe at the wrinkle between your eyebrows and how your tongue practically hangs out of your mouth. When he knows youâre about to cum, he crushes his lips against yours again and begins to move his hand faster. Youâre sobbing into his mouth, unable to kiss him back between your cries and moans, but Eric doesnât mind.Â
He lets you grind against his hand until youâre not shaking anymore. Then, and only then, does he pull his fingers out of you, watching with curious satisfaction as your cum drips from his fingers and onto the blanket below you.Â
âDonâtâ donât sit there staring at that shit.â you hiss, but Eric just smiles.Â
âSo you can speak coherently now?âÂ
âShut up and fuck me already, or do you need me to teach you how to do that too?âÂ
Ericâs gaze hardens, his tongue pushing against his cheek. You push yourself to sit up, but Eric pushes you right back down and uses his hands to push your legs apart.Â
âI donât need you to teach me anything,â he grunts, lining his member up with your entrance.Â
âReally? Thatâs not what it looked like three weeks agâoh fuck!â Your back arches off the bed when he suddenly sinks into you. Four fingers seem to have been just barely enough, the sting fading just as fast as it came. Or maybe you just like the pain so much it turned into pleasure. Whatever the reason, youâre quick to tell Eric to pick up the pace.Â
Youâre both shocked and impressed by the movement of his hips. He alternates between smooth, sharp rolls and harsh, pointed thrusts that have your body forced up the bed and the headboard knocking against the wall.
âYou think I need your help?â Eric growls, digging his hands into your thighs and spreading them farther apart, lifting the lower half of your body a bit to change the angle. This brings a new pleasure to both of you. Something that youâve never felt before, and has your mind reeling. âI didnât need you. I wanted you. I wanted every part of you. I craved you, craved your taste. It was pure fucking luck that you wanted me too.â
âEric,â You gasp out, sinking your teeth into the side of his neck to leave another mark on his skin. âEric, feels so good, god it feels so good please, please donât stop. Donât stop, oh my god!â
âLook at you,â he yanks your head out of his neck by your hair, staring down at your fucked out face as he continues to plow into you with no remorse. âAll fucked out for me. I did this. Your little virgin boy. Isnât it embarrassing?âÂ
You whine in response but apparently, that isnât what heâs looking for because he slows down at your lack of response.Â
âAnswer me,â he hisses.
âIâ I donâtâ Eric I donâtââ You donât even know what heâs trying to ask. You stopped listening as soon as he pulled your hair, the sting of it feeling too good. Eric laughs, picking up his pace again and dropping your head back down onto his pillows.Â
âWhat? Too fucked out to answer me? Who wouldâve thought that I was the virgin and not you? What would people think if they walked in here and saw me fucking you like this?â He doesnât expect an answer this time, not that youâd be able to give him one anyway.Â
Your legs draw tightly around his slim waist, holding him close as your orgasm approaches again, but Eric doesnât seem to be even close to cumming. Even when your second orgasm washes over you, and then your third. He fucks you through each one, sweat dripping from his hair and down his torso until his body is sliding against yours. Your body feels numb, but at the same time, you can feel everything. Every drag of his length against your walls, every punch of his tip against your cervix. Your arms curl around his neck, but your grip is loose.Â
When Ericâs hips finally begin to stutter, youâre about four orgasms in, the fifth about to wash over you. Your voice is hoarse, a puddle of drool on the pillow under your head. You canât find it in you to make any more noise, just gasping breathes and quiet whines. You cum together, and the feeling of his cum filling you has your back arching again. This time, Eric catches you and holds your body against his. He kisses you gently, uncaring that you can barely breathe let alone kiss him.Â
âThatâ that was a good talk,â he jokes, and you say nothing at first. âUmâŠareâ are you okay?âÂ
âYou justââ you clear your throat, but it does nothing. âYou just fucked me within an inch of my life, as a completely inexperienced virgin, and youâre asking me if Iâm okay?âÂ
Eric frowns, settling down on top of you, but careful not to lay his full weight onto your obviously aching body. He can see the bruises heâd left all over youâ on your chest, your neck, your hips. Anywhere his lips or hands touched, there was a bruise left in his wake. He imagines, however, that he looks no different. He can feel the scratches you left on his back, marring every inch of his skin and likely drawing a bit of blood, he can see a hickey on his arm that you left at some point and can imagine how the front of his body looks.
âSoâŠso youâre not okay?â He tries and you huff, throwing an arm over your eyes.Â
âEric, I love you, but youâre such a dumbass.â You groan, shoving him off your body so you can breathe properly. âGo draw a bath. Iâm gonna need one after that shit.â
âBefore I do, can you answer one question?â You pry your eyes open to scowl at him and his damn puppy-like eyes.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âAre weâ are we dating now?âÂ
âWe wonât be for long if you donât get that fucking bath going.âÂ
âAw, yeah!â Eric cheers, jumping off the bed and running to the bathroom to start the bath like you asked. âGuess who isnât single anymore, Sunwoo!â
âWhatâs your problem?â Haknyeon peers at Sangyeon over the lip of his mug. The frat president is glaring at you and Eric with something murderous in his eyes, which seem to have dark bags under them.
âMy bedroom is right next to Ericâs.â Haknyeon raises an eyebrow, and Sangyeon clears his throat. âMy bedroom is next to Ericâs.â
âOkayâŠoh. OH. Oh, shit man, Iâm sorry.â Haknyeon turns his gaze to the two of you, grimacing at the thought of how long Sangyeon could have been kept up, but smiling when he sees how the two of you are cuddled on the couch. The grimace returns when he sees the state of your necks, neither of you having bothered to hide what you did to each other.Â
âI mean,â Sunwoo sits on the counter, a bowl of cereal in his hand. âYou kinda deserved it after what you did to him.â
âWhat the fuckâ what did I do to him?â Sangyeon exclaims, and Sunwoo quirks an eyebrow.Â
âYou fucked your girlfriend for, what, seven rounds straight? The poor man didnât get any sleep that night. Be glad you were able to rest after that.â
Haknyeon raises his cup, and the three frat boys return to âsubtlyâ watching the two of you.
âDo you at least know if he was good? You know, for a virgin.â
âOh my fucking god, Sunwoo, shut up.â
âYou shut up, Hak! It was just a question!â
âYou two are fucking nasty,â Sangyeonâs lip curls into a sneer, trying to block out the memories of last night. âBut Iâm gonna need a shit ton of bleach if I wanna forget that bullshit.â
âHot.â
âSunwoo, shut UP!â
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SUMMARY: Itâs slightly embarrassing how Sunwoo is naive enough to take Eric Sohnâs âadviceâ to heart. Luckily, you like idiots. Especially when they kick a ball into your face and agree to do a semesterâs worth of schoolwork for you.
GENRE: smut, fluff, mild angst, crack
PAIRING: Kim Sunwoo x afab!reader (ft. Hoshi, Dino, Sangyeon, Kevin, Eric, Yuta, and Jay (Enhypen))
WC: 9.4k (you'd think i was doing this on purpose)
SERIES MASTERLIST
PERM TAGLIST: @juyeonszn @winterchimez
18+ MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED
WARNINGS: mentions of injuries (concussions, Sunwoo gets sucker punched), Eric slander, Sunwoo slander, Hoshi stirring up trouble, Sunwoo being stupid, car sex/public sex, p in v sex, fingering, mentions of face fucking, marking, hair pulling, attempts at dirty talk kinda? idk if you can even call it that but wtv, i think that's really it
A/N: Part 3 of the collab is out! If you haven't checked out Try Hard or Excitement (written by my beloved Fawn) please do! Otherwise, please enjoy this. Reblogs are greatly appreciated!
In Sunwooâs defense, everything that happened was Ericâs fault. It was definitely not Sunwooâs fault that he believed his best friend when he told him that he should absolutely kick a ball at the girl of his dreams so she could bring it back to him and she would fall for him too and then they could live happily ever after. It also wasnât Sunwooâs fault that he forgot that he was their universityâs star soccer player and that he had really strong legs.Â
At least, this is what he tells himself while sitting in the ambulance with you, who is currently passed out with a lump the size of a clementine on your forehead. Heâs nervously gnawing at his fingernails, chewing them to nubs with his eyebrows furrowed. The EMTs said that youâre stable, that you just have a mild concussion but they want to take you in and get you checked out to be sure.Â
âAre you herâŠfriend? Boyfriend?â One of the EMTs looks at Sunwoo with a curious look in his eye.Â
âFriend, just a friend,â he says, but thereâs a dark cloud hovering above his head that anyone could see if they tried hard enough.Â
âIs there anyone that we can call? Anyone else that we should inform?â Sunwoo shrugs.
âNot that I know of. Her family is across the country so they wouldnât be any help right now, right?â
âRight,â the EMT agrees. âI suppose youâll be helping her out the next couple of weeks, making sure no one else is hitting her in the head with soccer balls?â Sunwoo grimaces and nods.Â
Youâre never gonna like me at this rate, he thinks to himself. God, why did he ever listen to Eric in the first place? What made him think that Eric, the man who spends 90% of his time completely bitchless and watching hentai, would give him good advice about women?Â
Now heâs gonna have to deal with student loan debt, lawyer debt, and being single for the rest of his life.Â
The first thing you see when you wake up is white. Not, like, a white ceiling. No, your vision is pure white for a few moments, and then you swear that youâre seeing stars. You can faintly, over the pounding of your head, hear someone speaking. The voice is familiar, but you canât quite place it over the ringing in your ears.Â
ââŠEric, I swear to fucking god if I ever see you again, I will shove my foot so far up your assâ I donât care if you thought it would be a good idea! I concussed the richest girl in school, the girl of my dreams mind you, because you thought it would be a fantastic idea to kick a ball at her!âÂ
You blink a few times, clearing your vision, and you can see a boy to the right of you. Heâs wearing a soccer uniform, the same uniform your universityâs team wears. You blink again, and now heâs facing you with a nervous smile plastered onto his face.Â
âHi,â he breathes out and you smile at him.Â
âHiâŠWooâŠsung?â You wince at the poor attempt. Of course, you know who he is. Anyone would recognize the star soccer player. Maybe you werenât positive about what his name was, but you knew him.Â
He laughs, but itâs a humorless one that has both of you cringing after.
âClose,â he tells you with a smile. âSunwoo.â
âRight,â you nod, but the action causes a painful throb to run through your skull. âFuck, why does my head hurt so much?âÂ
Sunwoo laughs again, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet and avoiding your gaze.
âAbout thatâŠâ his hand combs through his hair, pushing it out of his face despite it not being there in the first place. âIâŠmay or may not have kicked a ball in your general direction, which may or may not have proceeded to hit you in the head and give you a concussion.âÂ
You kiss your teeth, eyebrows knitting together as you look at him. He begins to ramble, talking about how itâs his friendâs fault, and he really never meant for it to hit you. Itâs cute, really, the way he practically falls to his knees and begs you to not sue him.Â
âSunwoo,â you try to interrupt, but itâs like he doesnât hear you. Heâs speaking too fast, too frantic, and youâre pretty sure heâll faint if he doesnât pause for air soon.
âIâ I will do anything you want, I swear! Iâllâ Iâll carry your stuff around campus for you. Iâll take all your notes so you donât have to look at the screens. Fuckâ I swear, Iââ
âSunwoo,â You reach your arm forward, wrapping your fingers around his forearm and his pacing jerks to a stop, his words caught on the tip of his tongue when you lock eyes. âIâm not gonna sue you.â
âYouâreââ his voice cracks, âyouâre not?â
âNo,â you laugh and wince when your head begins to throb again. âAlthough, I wouldnât mind if you helped me out with my schoolwork.âÂ
âIâŠâ he trails off, his heart sinking to his stomach. âYeah, yeah of course Iâll help you. Butâ but you really arenât going to sue me? Becauseâ because I wouldnât mind if you were that mad at me but I think I would really rather you just have me arrested at that point, you know?â
âI promise, Sunwoo.â You squeeze his forearm, and his cheeks begin to darken with a tinge of pink. âIâm not gonna sue you.â
As it turns out, having the star soccer player around to do anything and everything you want him to is rather convenient. Sunwoo picks you up every day for your first class in his old, beat-up Toyota Corolla. He opens the door for you, hands you a fresh go-cup of your favorite coffee from your favorite cafe (which you arenât sure how he knows, to be honest), and brings you to each and every one of your classes. Itâs almost weird how youâve gotten used to having him around.
âBy the way,â you look up at Sunwoo as youâre getting into his car after your last class of the day. Sunwoo looks down at you, smiling brightly and you can feel yourself starting to melt at the puppy-like look in his eye. âAre you even taking classes this semester?â
Sunwoo tilts his head. âI meanâŠyeah? I kinda have to, you know, to play soccer.â
âButâŠyouâre always with me these days. Are you not missing your own assignments? Your own exams?âÂ
âI donât have any exams during your classes,â he informs you and then shuts the passenger-side door, gently to not hurt your head. You let your body rest against the tattered fabric seat youâre in, waiting for Sunwoo to get to his side of the car. âPlus, I have friends in my classes that send me shit when Iâm not there.â
âYou skip your classes often?â Your lips curl into a sly smile, one that he returns quickly.
âYou know it, babe.âÂ
Your body tenses just slightly, not enough for him to notice. It was likely instinctive for him to say that, and you would never admit to anyone how the words had butterflies forming in your stomach, pushing against your flesh, and threatening to tumble out of you if he made one wrong move.Â
Sunwoo slams the door of the frat shut and presses his back against it as soon as he enters the building. His eyes are squeezed shut, so tightly that he can see stars and it starts to hurt.Â
âYou alright?â Eric is sitting on the couch, elbows on his knees with a Nintendo controller in his hands. He isnât looking at Sunwoo, his eyes trained on the fourth Five Nights At Freddyâs game being displayed on the TV in front of him.
âI donât even want to talk about it.â Sunwoo dismisses, dropping his bag on the floor and tossing his keys into the bowl to his right. âEspecially not with you.â
âThe fuck did I do?â Ericâs eyebrows knit together, and Sunwoo scoffs as he walks behind the couch to get to the kitchen.Â
âOh, I donât know. Maybe you were part of the reason that Y/N L/N is now concussed and probably hates my guts so Iâm trying to fix it by helping her out with all of her school work, which is hard as shit, by the way. Did you know that sheâs a mechanical engineering major?â
âNo shit?â Ericâs eyes flick away from the TV screen for just long enough for him to nearly miss an animatronic approaching him. âI wonder if sheâs in any of my classes.â
âProbably not,â Sunwoo sighs, grabbing a glass from the shelf and pouring himself some water. âSheâs in Sangyeonâs year so her classes are a bit more advanced than yours.â
âAh,â Eric bobs his head, tongue wedged between his otherwise tightly sealed lips. Sunwoo watches him play for a moment, wincing at a few jumpscares while he downs his water. âWhatâs that gotta do with me, anyway? Isnât this, like, bonding time for you two? Finally land your girl?â
âWell, wouldâve been perfect if, a) she hadnât hated me and b) I didnât call her babe in the car today.âÂ
Silence from Eric, and Sunwoo briefly wonders if his best friend had even heard him.Â
âWhy the fuck did you do that?â Eric pauses the game and tosses his controller onto the couch next to him as he turns around.Â
âIt was an accident!â Sunwoo defends. âIt just kindaâŠslipped out while I was talking to her. A reflex!â
âYou called the girl you concussed babe on reflex?â Eric exclaims in disbelief. âAre you stupid?â
âSays the one who suggested kicking the ball at her!â
âYeah, well at least I didnât give the girl of my dreams a concussion!â
âIt was your fault!â Sunwoo yells, and Eric scoffs.
âYeah, sure. Whatever makes you feel better.âÂ
âHe called me babe, Soonyoung,â youâre laying face down on your friendâs bed, kicking your feet in the air behind you with his tiger plushie tucked under your arms.Â
âMhm,â heâs not paying attention, instead focusing on the tiger Lego set that you had given him for his birthday. âVery nice.â
âUgh, and heâs so sweet too.â You continue to ramble, grinning like a mad woman when you recall the notes he had diligently taken for you despite not knowing a damn thing about Applied Measurements. âDid I tell you about the notes he took for me the other day? The ones that heââ
ââColor-coded and annotated for you?â Soonyoung interrupts, finally slamming down the little pieces of plastic in his hand. You flinch at the noise. âLeft little notes about things he found interesting or didnât quite understand but tried to explain anyway? Yeah, you told me.â
You duck your head, trying to ignore the throbbing. It had mostly gone away, but occasionally loud noises would spike pain through your skull.Â
âSorryâŠâ you mumble, letting your legs fall flat on the mattress. Soonyoung turns to face you, pursing his lips.Â
âY/N, if you like this kid so much then why not ask him out?â
âItâs not like that!â You protest, but a sharp look from your best friend makes you backtrack. âAt least, not for him. Heâs just doing this because he feels bad for me! And besides, Iâm a few years older than him, so wouldnât it be weird?â
âHow is that weird?â Soonyoung inquires, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. âHeâs of age, isnât he?â
âOf age,â you scoff and make air quotes. âWhat is this, the 1600s?âÂ
Soonyoung glares at you and sits back in his chair. âI donât care if youâre concussed, Iâll make that lump in your skull bigger if you push me.âÂ
At his warning, you huff.
âOkay, fine, yes, he is. But itâs weird for me! Iâm a senior in college, about to enter the work force if I can get my senior project proposal done, and heâs just a sophomore! Heâs the universityâs star soccer player, heâs just starting to get ahead. I donât want to, like, stunt that for him.âÂ
âY/N,â Soonyoung rolls his chair toward you with a sympathetic smile on his face. âI can almost guarantee that Sunwoo will not care if youâre a few years older than him. I donât think heâll care if heâs just starting college. If Iâm being honest, he finds that all the more reason to be attracted to you. Young men love older womenâ but you arenât old!â He quickly backtracks before you can cut him off. âYouâre not old, and believe me when I tell you that not a single person in the world would be doing this for someone that they werenât attracted to.â
âAre you sure?â You sit up, wrapping your whole body around the tiger plushie, and Soonyoung nods.
âI promise.â
âThenâŠhow do I get him to know that IâŠthat Iâm also attracted to him?âÂ
Soonyoung grins and you feel your heart drop.Â
âBoy, do I have some ideas for you.â
Sunwoo is getting worried. The last four days have been ridiculously quiet for him, his days empty and dragging on without you around him.Â
You were avoiding him, he could tell. Whenever he showed up to pick you up from your dorm, someone else was already there. A man, your age and clearly friends with you if the wide smile on your face said anything. You would lock eyes with him, your smile falling when you saw the confusion and hurt in his eyes. You would turn your gaze away and the man would get your door for you, laughing about something you said.Â
Then there was the avoidance of his texts. He would ask if everything was okay, how your head was doing, random jokes or comments about things he saw on campus. Things that he would tell you had you been with him during the day. It wasnât like it was unusual for the two of you to text now. In fact, it was weird when you werenât messaging each other about something but nowâŠ
Itâs like youâre trying to block out his existence.Â
âIâm telling you,â Kevin hands Sunwoo a case of beer, cutting into the younger manâs frantic rambling. âSheâs probably just busy, dude.â
âThen why wouldnât she tell me?â Sunwoo pouts, carrying the case into the house. Kevin follows with a case of his own.
âHell if I now,â he scoffs. âYou think I have time to psychoanalyze everything rich girls do?â
âI meanâŠisnât that your whole thing?â Sangyeon chimes in. âPsychoanalyzing everything about everyone?â
âThatâs not the point,â Kevin waves his hand in the air and huffs. âIâm busy enough with my own classes and practices, I can only do so many things at once.â
âSunwoo,â Sangyeon turns to the soccer player with a stern look in his eye. âThis is gonna be one of our biggest parties yet, I need you on top of your game to make sure people are enjoying themselves.â
âYeah, butââ
âKim Sunwoo,â Sangyeon grabs Sunwoo by the shoulders with an exasperated look on his face. âIf I hear you ranting about the girl you concussed one more time I might just lose it. Iâm putting you on door duty for the night.â
âWhat the fuck do you mean door duty?âÂ
Sangyeon scans the room for a moment before his eyes land on a metal detector stick that Hyunjae had bought as a part of his last Halloween costume.Â
âHere,â He tosses it to Sunwoo and smiles sarcastically. âUse this, make sure people arenât bringing weapons in or whatever.âÂ
Sunwoo looks down at the metal detector in his hands, eyebrows knitting together.Â
âYouâre serious?â
âOh, absolutely.â
âAre you sure that your plan worked?â Youâre peering up at Soonyoung with a nervous look in your eye when you roll up to the TBZ party. âYouâre sure heâsââ
âIâm positive, my dear.â Your best friend pats the top of your head, squinting at the frat house down the road. âI didnât think this many people were gonna be here tonight.âÂ
âSunwoo mentioned that it was gonna be a big one,â you murmur. Soonyoung turns his gaze to you and sighs at the pout on your lips. You look pitiful, to be honest. At least in attitude, that is.Â
âY/N,â you look at him again, âif Sunwoo doesnât fall head over heels at this party and fuck you until you literally cannot walk then I give you full permission to give me a concussion, just like he did to you. Look at you! You look absolutely stunning!âÂ
You find yourself smiling at Soonyoungâs words. Heâs not wrong, you do look stunning. A loose, short black dress that dips down at your chest to reveal just enough cleavage. The straps are jeweled, glittering under the lights and highlighting the jewelry around your neck. The dress itself stops just low enough that it covers everything but shows enough to tease, and youâre wearing sleek black pumps with an ankle strap so your feet donât fly out of them (youâd made that mistake before. Never againâŠ).Â
âNow,â He claps his hands together and grins. âLetâs go get you your man, and get me a drink.âÂ
In hindsight, you probably should have known that the party would not have been good for your head. Loud noises had never particularly been something you enjoyed. A lot of people assumed you loved parties due to your financial status, but that wasnât true. In fact, you were a bit of a recluse. You had only a few friends, though you were nice to nearly everyone you met. Sunwoo happened to be an exception.Â
He wiggled his way into your life with that soccer ball, and you truly donât think you can see a future without him in it, even if he just stays a friend.
The second you walk up the driveway, your head begins to pound, your vision flashing with stars, and you squeeze Soonyoungâs arm tightly to keep yourself from wobbling on your feet.Â
Then you see Sunwoo at the door, a large bucket to his right, and a hand-held metal detector in his hand. You can see him scanning people, waving girls in, and then stopping men and pointing at the bucket. You feel a lump forming in his throat when you take in the sight of him. His hair is a mess of curls, the same curls youâd come to love since he gave you a concussion. Heâs dressed in a tight-fitting black tee shirt and baggy jeans, nothing fancy but it brings the butterflies back to your stomach in full force.Â
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â The man in front of you scoffs at something Sunwoo said, and you blink yourself back to reality.Â
â$5 at the door,â Sunwoo shrugs, âsorry. I donât make the rules.â
âItâs your frat!â The man yells. Sunwoo quirks an eyebrow.
âYeahâŠdo I look like the president or something?â The man stays silent and Sunwoo sighs. âLook, I donât have the time to deal with you. Are you in or not? Thereâs a line of people behind you, and all of them wanna get in so you should probably pick fast.â
The student huffs, digging into his pocket for a dirty $5 bill, tossing it into the bucket, and shoving past Sunwoo. The soccer player just rolls his eyes and sighs again.Â
âWhoâs up nextââ he chokes on his words when he sees you, his eyes widening and his jaw-dropping. You smile nervously, raising your hand in a tiny wave while Soonyoung throws a few ones into the bucket.Â
âIâll see you in there,â your friend says to you. âText me if you need me.â Soonyoung squeezes your hand and nods at Sunwoo before walking into the house. You step to the side, letting people move past you but keeping a little bit of distance between you and the frat boy who hasnât taken his eyes off of you yet.Â
âYouâre here,â Sunwoo says, not even looking at the continuous line of people walking into the house without paying. âYouâreâ why are you here?âÂ
A sheepish smile crawls onto your face. âDo youâŠnot want me here?â Sunwoo panics, shaking his head rapidly and grabbing your hand in his.Â
âThatâs notâ thatâs not what I meant.â He tells you, and you canât help the warmth in your cheeks. âI justâ your head. This canât be good for your concussion, can it?âÂ
You kiss your teeth, nodding slowly. âYeahâŠKinda got a little bit of a migraine right now.â You donât tell him that the concussion has completely healed.
âLetâsâ letâs get you someplace quieter, baâ Y/N.â He tugs at your hand, pushing you in front of him and covering your ears with your hand. He leans in close to you, his lips brushing the shell of one ear and you feel your breathing hitch in your throat.Â
âCover your eyes a bit and look down, I canât block your vision but I can shield your ears a bit, babe.â He lets it slip out this time, and you do as he says.Â
Sunwoo walks you forward, and you can see feet shuffling around the two of you. His hands do more than you expected, the sounds around you fairly muffled and dulling the throb in your skull. His body is so close to yours, his legs bumping into you with every step, but he keeps the two of you steady. Someone knocks into you, and Sunwoo says something to them, something harsh that you canât make out over the noise of the party. He stops walking for a brief moment, now talking to someone else. You faintly hear a name, Chang-something, and then heâs fleeing the scene, knocking into you on his way out.Â
Sunwoo steps to your side when you reach a staircase, talking into your ear so you know exactly where each step is. Another person bumps into you, and Sunwoo takes a hand off your ear to wrap it around your waist.
âYou can drop your hand,â he tells you. âThe lights arenât flashing over here.â You nod, and you feel his hand drop at the same time yours does. Youâre still walking up the stairs and even though you donât need help anymore, his hand stays on your waist, the touch sending electric shocks throughout your body.Â
Sunwoo feels like heâs going to throw up.
Scratch that. Sunwoo is going to throw up.Â
He really hadnât expected to see you here. In fact, he hadnât expected to see you at all for the rest of his college days. Had you finally decided to sue him? Are you serving him? He hadnât seen any documents with you, but maybeâ
âIâm not suing you, Sunwoo,â you sit on his bed with one leg crossed over the other. Your dress rides up your thighs, something Sunwoo tries desperately to ignore but he just canât. âYou can relax.âÂ
You can relax, he repeats the words in his head over and over and over again, but he canât. In fact, his body just grows more tense with the time that passes. Sunwoo tries to look at you, and then he tries not to look at you. Thereâs a heat in your gaze, and he canât tell what the emotion behind it is. He hopes itâs not anger, he prays that you havenât gotten angry with him.Â
âAre youââ he clears his throat. âWho was the guy you were with?â You tilt your head and he clarifies his question. âI justâ Iâve seen him with you a lot these days so I was justâ I just thoughtââ
âWho, Soonyoung? Heâs not my boyfriend,â you tell him and laugh when he visibly deflates with relief.Â
âGood. Iâ I mean thatâsâ I justââ his face feels like itâs on fire, his stomach churning when you continue to laugh at him. When you wince and bring your hand up, he practically trips over himself to find an unopened bottle of water for you.Â
âHowâs your head?â Sunwoo asks you, quietly now. You shrug and slide over so he can sit next to you on the edge of his bed.
âConcussion is better, just canât do loud noises.â Sunwoo nods and you continue. âAt the last check-up, my doctor said that I might get some headaches here and there though, at least for a little while.â
âThen why are you here? At a party?âÂ
âIâŠguess I just wanted to see you?â You had this all planned out with Soonyoung. Why are you so nervous?
Sunwooâs eyebrows knit together. âWhy would you want to see me?âÂ
âYouâre joking, right?â You canât help the scoff that leaves your lips, regretting letting it out when Sunwoo flinches and looks away from you. âSorry, itâs justâŠthereâs no way that you donât know by now.â
âKnow what?â He presses, hoping that youâre saying what heâs been dreaming of you saying since he saw you on his first day at this university. Youâre so close to him now, mere inches from him, and he fights every instinct inside of him that says to close that distance. He wants to hear everything you have to say.
You open your mouth to speak again, and thereâs a knock on the door. Both of your heads whip around as it swings open, and Sunwooâs heart sinks when he sees Soonyoung, the man you had entered the building with. He almost looked distraught that heâd entered the room.Â
âHi, so sorry to interrupt. UmâŠâ he looks at you with a grimace. âWe gotta go.â
âWhat?â Your eyebrows furrow. âWhy? I was talking with Sunwooââ
âYeah, sorry again, but we gotta go.â Sunwoo watches you get up, albeit reluctantly, and you turn to him.Â
âIâllâŠweâll talk later, okay?â You smile at Sunwoo, but you turn away before he can say anything to you.Â
âPromise?â He calls out, but the door is already shutting behind you.
You really did intend on texting Sunwoo after, to continue your conversation, but âafterâ turns into two days, and then four, and then itâs been a week, and suddenly itâs almost finals. You know that Sunwooâs game is today. The last game of the season. Heâd raved about it a few times while studying with you. You knew how excited for it he was, knew how hard he was practicing to make sure he was in his best shape.Â
âWhat do you mean heâs about to be taken off the field?â You snap into your phone, scanning the lot around you for somewhere to park. Itâs dark out, the lights in the lot hardly working so it makes it difficult to see any free spots. âFuck, why is it always so fucking busy at these games?â
âHeâs missed every shotâ DAMN YOU DECELIS. YUTA GET THAT DAMN BALLââ You pull the phone away from your ear when Soonyoung starts to yell, hearing the crowd in the stadium erupt into cheers. âAnother point to Decelis Uni. Anyway, no heâs been likeâŠreally off in his games, the only reason he isnât off already is because of Lee Chan.â
âThank god for him,â you sigh as you put your car into park. âListen, I just parked, so just give me five minutes to get in there. Maybe he needs a good luck charm or something. Fuck itâs cold out here. Why did I wear a skirt to this damn game?â
âDid you just call yourself his good luck charm?â
âNo, I justââ you huff.
âNo, youâre right. I think you are because when you guys were talking, heâd been playing better than ever. Things went to shit after my plan.â
âYeah, thanks for that by the way.â
âAny time, best friend. Get here soon. Maybe there will be a time out and you can kiss him or something.âÂ
âYeah, maybe.âÂ
You shove your phone into your pocket, running toward the stadium as the crowd erupts into cheers again.
âWhat the fuck is going on with you?â Lee Chan grabs Sunwoo by the shoulder when half-time is called. Both boys are dripping with sweat, exhausted from the game. There had been so much back and forth between the two teams, keeping them tied almost constantly for the past 45 minutes. âYouâve been playing like shit for three games in a row, Kim Sunwoo. This isnât like you. Iâm not afraid to get Coach to bench you if you donât get your shit together.â
Sunwoo huffs, grabbing his water bottle from the bench and ignoring his teammate so he can hydrate.Â
âIâm fine, just not feeling great.â He dismisses. Chanâs lip curls into a sneer.Â
âIf we lose this game because of you, I swear to fucking god I will get you kicked from the team.âÂ
âYou wouldnât do that,â Sunwoo rises to his feet and glares down at the team captain. He may be the star player, but it takes more than skill to hold a team together. Lee Chan has that ability. Morals, respect from his teammates, he has everything. Thatâs why Sunwoo backs down when Chan straightens his posture.Â
âYou think I fucking wonât? Remember who got you on this team in the fucking first place.â
Sunwooâs ears start to ring, and he can hear someone yelling his name. It sounds distant, and he swears heâs imagining it so he ignores it.Â
It happens again, louder this time and grabbing Chanâs attention as well. Both players whip their heads toward the crowd, and Sunwooâs stomach drops.Â
There you are, shoving your way through the crowd to get to the barrier. People yell at you, and you say something that shuts them up. Heâs in awe, staring at you and the distressed look on your face. You wave your hands to get his attention, and Chan shoves him again.
âIf sheâs why you arenât on top of your game, you better fix shit right now. Iâm not losing this one, Kim Sunwoo.â
âYeah, got it.â Itâs like heâs running on autopilot, walking toward you and then running. There are three minutes left in half-time, so he needs to make this fast.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â Sunwoo grabs onto the barricade and hauls himself up so heâs face-to-face with you, ignoring the people yelling around the two of you.Â
You grin at him, a mischievous look in your eye.Â
âYou donât want me here?â The panic in his eyes makes you laugh, and you lean toward him. He smells of sweat and grass and your nose wrinkles.Â
âI donâtâ you know that isnât what I meant.â He snaps, but you know he isnât mad at you.Â
âSoonyoung said you were playing like shit, figured Iâd find out why.â You grab the collar of his shirt and pull him closer to you so he canât leave before you talk to him.
âIâm just distracted today.â You scoff and he narrows his eyes at you. âWhat?â
âYouâve been practicing for this game for weeks now, Kim Sunwoo. What could possibly have you so distracted today?âÂ
He hesitates, and you already know his answer.Â
âI donât have time to talk right now, Y/N.â Heâs biting his lip, anxiously flicking his eyes to the clock behind him. You roll your eyes. Of course, he wouldnât answer you. You knew he wouldnât give you a straight answer, knew he was too nervous between the game and having you right in front of him to fully focus.Â
âThen Iâll make this fast.â
âMake whatââ your lips are on his, your hand on the back of his neck to hold him close while you kiss him. His body stiffens and then relaxes, and then his hand comes to your arm to keep himself stable. His face slides against yours, transferring his sweat to your body and you pull back.
âWin this game,â you look into his eyes, but itâs like he canât focus on you. He looks like heâs in a daze, and you tug at the strands of his hair to get his attention.
âIâ yeah, Iâll win.â He promises but he sounds far away. The buzzer goes off. âIâ what wasââ
âIf you win this game, you can take me on a date.â You grin and let go of him. Chan yells Sunwooâs name and the boy pulls back from you reluctantly.Â
âAnywhere I want?â
âAnywhere.â
âPromise?â His eyes are shining when he looks at you. You smile, placing another gentle kiss on his plush lips.
âI promise.â
Heâs running away from you now, a new lightness in his feet that had been missing the past two weeks. Thereâs fresh energy in his muscles, in his bones, and that overconfident attitude that his teammates and opponents despised returns in full force.
âI take it Iâm not gonna have to pull you off the field?â The Coach eyes Sunwoo as he jogs by. Sunwoo slows and turns back with a wicked grin on his face.Â
âNot a chance in hell, Coach.â
âCanât believe you kissed him.â Soonyoung nudges you with a grin, and you roll your eyes.
âWhy? Didnât think I had it in me?â
âNo, itâs not that,â he shakes his head and lets out a sharp whistle when Sunwoo steals the ball from the opposing team. âHe was covered in sweat and grass. Donât you hate that shit?â
âWorth it,â Soonyoung snorts when you smile at him.Â
Since the start of the second half, Sunwoo had already brought their team into the lead by two points. Youâd never seen him play before, but everything youâd heard was true. He was fast, agile, and strong. He was a beast on the field, keeping himself just out of reach of all the other players. You can tell the other team is starting to get agitated, starting the get rough with your schoolâs team.Â
You bite at your thumb as you watch the game proceed. Two minutes left in the game, and theyâre tied again. You can see all the players getting tired, everyone slowing down. Sunwoo seems to be the only one with the energy to keep going, but even he seems to struggle.Â
30 seconds and Sunwoo has the ball again. The stadium has gone quiet and you could swear that you hear the ticking of the clock.Â
10 seconds and Sunwoo is almost to the goal, you stand from your seat, and people around you rise as well. Anticipation. Tension. The stadium is filled with it. People start cheering again, the other school starts yelling at their team to move their asses.Â
5 seconds and the crowd goes silent. Sunwoo is on the ground, a player from the other team on top of him. Players from all sides are running over, trying to see what happened. The announcers say that the opposing player, Park Jongseong, tackled Sunwoo, his hand unintentionally jamming the star playerâs nose. A medic rushes over, but Sunwoo waves them away. You canât see his face very well, but you can tell by his posture that heâs agitated.
Jongseong is penalized, and his coach takes him off the field for a moment. Sunwoo is set in front of the center of the goal, pacing while he waits for the âokâ from the referee. He glances up at the crowd, and for a moment you swear that he looks at you. For a moment, you swear that you can see him smiling at you, through the throbbing in his face and the ache in his body. You could swear that heâs telling you Iâm gonna win this. Trust me.
Jongseong is back on the field, the clock is set. The referee raises his hand, an indirect kick. Sunwoo rolls his neck, jogging backwards to get a headstart. Yuta and Chan are both ready to receive a pass.Â
The clock starts.
5
Sunwoo is running. You and the rest of the crowd are yelling at him to run faster. He does.
4
The ball is sailing through the air, Chan and Yuta and all the other players on the field are running for the ball. Yuta gets there first.
3
Yuta kicks the ball, but another player knocks it out of the air. Sunwoo is already waiting, stealing the ball and moving to an open space.
2
Sunwoo kicks the ball and watches it sail through the air. He doesnât stop running, not when thereâs still time on the clock
1
The crowd erupts into cheers, deafening you and you feel Soonyoung grab your shoulders, shaking you and yelling just as loud as everybody else. You feel a yell building in your chest.
0
Theyâve won. Sunwoo is being hauled into the air by his teammates, The other team is sulking by their coach. You canât go to him. Not yet. The crowd is beginning to clear, some people moving from the stands to leave the stadium and chat with their friends, to wait for the team to come out.Â
âYou coming?â Soonyoung quirks an eyebrow at you but you know that he already knows the answer. A shake of your head confirms his suspicions and he grins. âGo get your man. I wonât interrupt this time.â He makes his way down the stands to the parking lot, and you smile while walking down to the field. The teams have dispersed now, done with talking to their coaches and making their way to the locker room. Sunwoo hangs back, talking with Chan as you walk across the turf. Your heart is pounding in your chest, so hard you fear itâll burst from behind your ribcage.Â
Chan sees you first, jerking his head in your direction and clapping Sunwoo on the shoulder. Sunwoo turns as he walks away, and you can see the way his eyes light up when he recognizes you.Â
âI told you Iâd win, didnât I?â He grins at you when you get closer, but you donât respond. Youâre only a few steps from him now, and you take a deep breath. âYou okay?â
âYour face is bruisedâŠâ you have to force yourself not to jump his bones right there, instead focusing on the blooming bruise on his right cheek. Your fingers brush over it and he doesnât even flinch.
âItâs nothing,â he reassures you, resting his hands on your waist. âItâll be gone in a week, I promise. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about.âÂ
You smile back at him, craning your neck to look him in the eye.Â
âYou think my head is pretty?âÂ
âI think everything about you is pretty, babe.â Your cheeks heat up and he presses a kiss to your lips. Itâs gentle, far less frantic than the one you gave him on the bleachers. Your hand trails from his cheek to the side of his neck, holding him close to you. Your lips part against his, your head tilting to give a better angle to kiss him at and he inhales sharply. Your body is on fire everywhere heâs touching you. Your waist, your lips, your neck. It feels electric and it pains you when he forces himself to separate from you, his nose brushing against yours.Â
âAll that for winning a game?â he breathes out, pressing a light kiss to the corner of your mouth. âI should win more often if this is gonna be my reward from now on.â
Your lips curl into a smirk. âIâll give you more than just a kiss if you want, Kim Sunwoo.âÂ
It takes him a moment to process what you said. Sunwoo stares at you, eyes wide and jaw hanging open for so long that you almost consider taking back what you said.Â
âYouâreâ what happened to take me to dinner? What happened to hello, how are you?â His grip on your waist tightens and you shrug.Â
âI have more important things in mind.â Sunwooâs whole body is tense, so tense that you feel like heâll combust on the spot if you arenât careful.
âIâm covered in dirt and sweat.â He tries as an excuse but you scoff. âI donât think you wanna fuck me while Iâm like this, right?âÂ
âDo you really care about that?â He takes a deep breath.
âMe? No. I justâŠIf I go with you right now I swear to god Iâll cum in my pants and I really donât want that to happen during our first time togetherââ
âSunwoo,â You grab his chin between two fingers and he snaps his mouth shut. âI donât care about any of that. I care about you. I want you, whether or not youâre covered in sweat.â You reach one of your hands up, pushing his soaking wet hair out of his face and his features soften.Â
âYou reallyâŠyou like me, donât you?â
âI figured it was obvious when I kissed you in front of the whole stadium, Sunwoo.â You kiss your teeth and step away from him. His grip loosens on you and eventually falls when you continue to back away from him, that sly grin still on your face.Â
âWhere are you going?â He trails after you like a lost puppy but you just shrug.Â
âCome with me if you wanna find out.â
You silently thank god when you find the parking lot already half empty. Sunwooâs car is a distance from most other cars, tucked under some trees that cast shadows over that old Toyota Corolla.Â
âYouâreââ Sunwoo is cut off when you open the door to his back seat and shove him in. You hear some people behind you howling, briefly turning your head to see his teammates cheering him on.Â
âGet some, Kim Sunwoo!â Lee Chan screams and you laugh before crawling into the car behind Sunwoo.Â
You turn just enough to slam the car door shut, and then youâre on top of Sunwoo. He tugs you onto his lap, your skirt riding up enough to expose your thighs to him, but you give him no time to process anything, your lips already crushed against his. Itâs sloppy, but the whine he emits just from the pressure behind it has heat curling in your stomach again. Your tongue dips into his open mouth, and he pushes against you with more force that you had anticipated. He curls his tongue around yours, sucking and licking at it, and your body begins to shudder against his.Â
Sunwoo drags your hips down against his own, groaning at the feeling of your heat against his growing member.Â
âCanât wait to be inside you,â he hisses when he pulls away, moving his lips down to attach to your throat and sucking harsh marks into your skin. You whine at his statement, grinding against him of your own will once heâd set the rhythm. He feels so good against you, pressing against your clit in just the right way to have you curling against him with broken whines spilling from your lips. Sunwoo moves one of your hands to your hair, jerking your head to the side to expose more of your skin to him, and you know he grows impatient when your shirt gets in the way.Â
âCan I take this off?â He asks you, his eyes glittering when he looks up at you.
âReally think Iâd say no to you?â You smile, reaching your hands down and pulling your shirt off and tossing it somewhere in the front seat. Sunwoo looks like heâs in heaven when you unclip your bra and throw it back with your shirt, baring your breasts for him.
âFuckâŠâ he breathes out, cupping one in his hand and brushing his thumb over your nipple. You force yourself to keep your breathing steady, to let him do what he wants. âYouâre so pretty, baby. Wanna drown in your pretty tits.âÂ
âYeah?â You ask, your voice breathy. âWhoâs stopping you, then?â He looks up at you like youâre his goddess, like heâd worship you every day and every night if youâd let him.
âReally?â He hardly waits for a response before heâs shoving his face into your tits, laving at the valley between them before ultimately choosing one to focus on with his mouth. He sucks at the nipple, tugging at it between his teeth and listening to the delicate whines you let out. The other breast doesnât go unnoticed, one of his hands palming at it and tweaking the nipple for a few minutes before he switches sides to give each of your breasts the same treatment.Â
You havenât stopped grinding on him in this time, your eyelids fluttering shut while your roll your hips over Sunwooâs. You can feel his dick twitching in his soccer shorts, can feel him fighting the urge to jerk his hips into yours.Â
âSunwoo,â you choke out, tugging at the strands of his hair. It doesnât stop him, in fact you could swear that the action makes him suck harder on your tits and your voice breaks into a moan. âSunwoo,âÂ
This time when you speak, you yank his head back. He whines, his neck now at an awkward angle as he tries to sink back into your chest.Â
âWhyyyy,â he drawls with a pout. His lips are puffy and covered in spit, similar to your chest and you already know heâs sucked marks into your skin thatâll be visible for days after this.Â
âWanna fuck you, baby.â You plead. âWanna fuck you so bad.âÂ
His eyes roll into the back of his head at your tone, and he pushes you off of him just long enough to shove his clothing off. You do the same, noting the way your panties stick to your slick cunt. With a smirk, you discreetly tuck them into the center console while his back is still somewhat turned to you.Â
By the time heâs turned back around, youâve stripped yourself of all your clothing and sunk your fingers into your core. Your eyes have fluttered shut with two fingers inside of you and your thumb rubbing circles into your clit.Â
âWhat areâ whatââ Sunwoo sounds like heâs going to cry, and you force your eyes open. Heâs staring at your glistening folds with a look of pure hunger and you can only assume heartbreak as you finger yourself. âWhy are youââ
âGotta get myself ready for you,â you tell him with a pout. âDonâtâf-fuckâ wanna make sure you fit i-inside of me.â Your back arches off the door and Sunwoo lunges for you, yanking your hand away from your pussy. The suddenness of the action makes you yelp, your eyes fly open again when Sunwoo sinks your fingers into his mouth. You canât tell if the moan he lets out is genuine or if itâs for show, but itâs guttural and has your walls clenching around absolutely nothing. His tongue laves over your fingers, sucking them as far into his mouth as he can, getting as much of your taste off of your fingers as humanly possible before pulling them from his mouth and lowering your hand back to your side.
âThatâs my job,â Sunwoo hisses, and then heâs lowering his body down so he can be level with your pussy. Two of his fingers prod at your entrance, and your hips jerk toward him against your well. He clicks his tongue when he sinks them into you. âLoosened your little cunt up a little bit already, hm? Gotta stretch you out even more though if I wanna fit inside you.âÂ
You can only whine when he sinks a third finger into you, scissoring them inside of them and curling them into that sweet spot inside of you. The stretch begins to sting, ever so slowly ebbing away and being replaced by pure, unadulterated pleasure.Â
âOh god, Sunwoo.â You gasp out, your hand wrapping around his wrist but you canât exactly figure out why. To slow him down? To force him to go faster? âFeels so fucking good, please.â You feel a coil beginning to tighten in your stomach as his fingers punch into that spot time and time again, his thumb rubbing harsh circles into your clit similar to how you were. Fast learner.
Sunwoo grins at the way your face twists and contorts with pleasure, the way you try to control how your hips buck against his hand, the guttural moans you emit.Â
âGonna cum, babe?â He knows the answer. He knows by the way you clench against him, the way your cunt tries to force his hand out.
âYes,â you whine out, âyes, gonna c-cum. Sun-Sunwoo, please.â
âPlease what, babe?â He coos. âCanât give you what you want if you donât tell me.â Just to tease you, he slows down. âDo you want me to stop?â
âNO,â you cry out, taking matters into your own hands and fucking down onto his hand. âPle-please let me cum!â
âOhhh, I see.â He hums and drives his fingers into you faster, harder. Your whines and whimpers have become broken little sobs. âFuck, babe, itâs like no oneâs ever made you feel like this.â He canât help but laugh when you clench down on him again.Â
âG-Gonna cum, Sunwoo!â He just hums, watching as you clench down once, twice, and then your body is jerking against his hand. Your cunt tries to force him out one more time but he continues to drive into you and work you through your first orgasm of the night.Â
When your body has stopped shuddering, Sunwoo finally pulls his fingers out of you. He raises them up a bit, just enough for you to see the way the mix of your arousal and your cum.Â
âLook at all this, baby.â He holds his fingers out to you with a broad grin on his face. âHave you ever tasted yourself?â Your eyes come back to focus when he prods his fingers against your lips. You let him sink his fingers into your mouth, nearly gagging when they hit the back of your throat. âTastes good, doesnât it?âÂ
You swallow around his fingers, taking in the bittersweet taste on your tongue. Sunwoo watches you with hazy eyes when you take hold of his wrist again, holding his hand close to you while your tongue swirls around his fingers. You know exactly what heâs thinking, know exactly whatâs going on behind those hazy eyes of his, and have to force yourself to pull off of his fingers when you know youâve cleaned him off completely.Â
âFucking minx,â he growls and grips your hips tightly in his hands, flipping you over so youâre on your hands and knees. âDid that on purpose, didnât you? Knew Iâd think of you sucking my cock, think of you gagging on it as I fuck your pretty little face?â You donât have a response this time, only moaning when he shoves his cock into you with one harsh thrust.Â
He gives you no time to adjust, gives you no time to work through the sting it brings you but you donât mind. Not when the stretch feels so good. Not when his cock is fucking into at a pace so harsh it has your body sliding across the seats. Your arm reaches out, hand desperately trying to find purchase on something, anything to hold you steady against the roughness of his hips slapping against yours.Â
His hand slides up your spine, tangling in your hair and yanking on it to pull you against him. Your moans become louder, harsher until theyâve turned into screams and cries of his name. You can feel the fabric of his carâs seats digging into your knees, feel the old Toyota Corolla rocking back and forth while the windows fog up with the heat of your sinful behavior.Â
One of Sunwooâs legs slips down to the floor of the car, but he doesnât slow as he adjusts his position. It gives him a new angle, new strength to fuck into you harder and faster, bruising your insides as he practically punches into your cervix from the force of his thrusts.Â
âHow does this feel, hm?â He coos into your ear, his breathing heavy from overexhertion. âDoes this feel good? Am I fucking you good, baby?â
âS-so good!â You cry out. âFuckinâ me sâgood, Sunwoo!â
âYeah?â He bends you over again, this time hunching over your body and humping into you like a dog in heat. Your back arches into him, your body shaking with seemingly neverending pleasure. âGonan cum fâme?â Sunwooâs arms are all over you, pinching at your nipples, squeezing your waist, gripping your ass. His lips place firm kisses onto your spinal cord, sucking hickies into your skin that no one but him will see.
âYES!â Your voice breaks and you cum again, squeezing so tightly around his cock that he emits a moan so loud and sharp that you fear youâve broken him.Â
Sunwoo pumps white hot cum into you in thick ropes that spill out while he continues to fuck you, overstimulating you both. The mixture of your cum drips down your legs and onto the fabric seats, and you pray that whoever sits back here after you doesnât notice the white stain in the middle seat, doesnât think to ask about this mystery stain and that Sunwoo refuses to give them an answer.
When his hips finally slow, when his dick finally softens inside of you and he slips out, you let your body sag against the seat. Sunwoo grimaces at the sight of you, dark marks littering your skin. He hopes that Soonyoung doesnât ask questions about the way you limp into your classes the next few days. You hope he knows better by now than to question it.Â
âFor a sophomore,â you wheeze out while you roll over. Sunwoo runs his hands up and down your thighs, smiling thoughtfully. âYou sure seem to have lots of experience.â
âNever judge a book by its cover, babe.â He squeezes just above your knee, running his tongue across his lips when he sees more cum dripping out of you. You catch the fiery look in his eye and groan while you squeeze your legs shut. He groans when you use one foot to kick him back against the door opposite you.Â
âNo,â you scold him. He looks like a kicked puppy.
âWhyyyy,â he reaches for your legs again and you push him back even more.Â
âIâm tired, Sunwoo.â You say but he just crawls on top of you with a mischievous grin.
âYou wonât have to do anything,â he bargains. âJusâ wanna taste you a little. Thatâs all!â You glare at him.
âOne time.â His eyes light up and he pries your legs open again. âYou get one more from me tonight, Kim Sunwoo. You hear me?â
âMhm!â He dives straight into you, knowing that this was far from the last time heâd get you to cum in his car tonight.
âI still think that you should be thanking me,â Eric shuts the door of Sunwooâs car with a sly grin.Â
âFor what?â Sunwoo asks exasperatedly.Â
It had been less than 24 hours since Sunwoo had fucked you in his car and officially made you his after a long year and a half of pining. He was tired. His body was tired. He didnât have the energy to deal with his best friend this early in the morning, or at all really.Â
âFor getting you guys together! It was my idea, anyway.â Eric clicks his seatbelt into place and runs a hand through his dyed red hair. âWhere are your car gummy worms?âÂ
âCenter console,â Sunwoo puts the car in drive and has barely begun to ease his foot off the brake when Eric lets a gasp so violent and loud that he slams his foot back down again. âWhat, what happened?â He slams the car back into park, his face going white when he sees what his best friend is dangling between two dainty fingers.Â
Black lace panties.Â
Your black lace panties.Â
âSunwooâŠyou didnâtâŠâ Eric chokes out with a mix of disgust and heartbreak on his face. Sunwoo rips the panties out of his best friendâs hands and shoves them into the pocket of his jeans. His face feels like itâs on fire, his heart pounding out of his chest.Â
âDo not ever speak of this to anybody. Ever.â
âYou fucking FREAK!â
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