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juyeonszn · 6 months

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PAIRING ju haknyeon x f!reader

WORD COUNT 6.03k

GENRES smut ﹒fluff

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, reader and juhak are bio lab partners, juhak is lowkey a bit of a loser BUT DW HE REDEEMS HIMSELF, mentions of alcohol, a game of rage cage…, he’s down insanely bad, the flirting goes kinda crazy, someone calls the cops, they run from said cops, reader is Nawt wasting any time, pet names (juhak calls reader princess), tbh they’re both switches in some ways, kitchen sex, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, edging, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie lol

SUMMARY when haknyeon ran into you at a tbz party for the first time, he didn’t think he would fall for you so quickly. or literally. or both simultaneously. but there’s a first time for everything, he supposes.

MORE andddddd here we go 🫡 second fic of the black out or back out collab 🙏 i forgot to link the masterlist in the last one so im gonna link it in this one in case u wanna read any of the others!! ANYWAY i had such a fun time writing this one, any excuse i get to write for juhak, i will take trust <3 if u enjoyed, don’t forget to reblog! and pls check out the other fics so far!!

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Okay. So maybe trying to secure a girlfriend at a party wasn’t exactly Haknyeon’s best idea.

But, hey. You had to give him some credit. At least he was making an attempt. Most of his other frat brothers weren’t even making an effort. They seemed perfectly satisfied with charming their ways into random girls’ pants every weekend. Unfortunately, or fortunately considering he was a gentleman, Haknyeon wasn’t into that sort of thing.

It was just a little embarrassing that Kim Sunwoo’s love life had more progress than his own. Sunwoo was literally the resident loser bitch boy of the TBZ house. How was he closer to getting a girlfriend than he was? It made absolutely no sense.

Ju Haknyeon thought of himself as a catch. He was pretty neat, his room was cleaner than most guys’ his age. He knew how to cook basic meals, again, more than the average college sophomore. His car wasn’t on its last leg. (Cough cough… Kim Sunwoo, I’m looking at you.) He was a decent dude. He supported women’s rights and wrongs!

Apparently that was not enough these days.

“…And I need you to make sure the fridge is stocked completely. I’m not trying to drink my coffee without cream tomorrow morning because some idiot drank it while they were drunk.” Sangyeon commands, typing something furiously on his phone as some of the other guys move around the furniture.

“Bruh, I was in charge of buying everything last time. Why can’t someone else do it?” Kevin groans. Something else that wasn’t Haknyeon’s best idea? Walking into the kitchen during this very conversation. “What about JuHak? He looks like he has nothing better to do.”

“Yeah, whatever. That’s fine. Hak, I’m airdropping you the list.” Sangyeon waves his hand in dismissal, returning to his extensive presidential duties.

The sophomore deadpans, but doesn’t have the energy to argue back. You know, the usual fraternity was just a bunch of rich guys with more money than the tuition of each TBZ brother combined. However, the Tau Beta Zeta house was not your usual fraternity. It really was just a bunch of normal dudes thrown together. Though, Lee Sangyeon ran it like it was the fucking Navy.

Haknyeon accepts his defeat and grabs his things, heading out to the supermarket to shop for tonight’s party. Alcohol duty sucked more than door duty, in his opinion. You were sent out all alone, tasked with bringing back enough liquor and beer to last until early hours of the morning. It was a near impossible mission, unless you were Kevin Moon and good at practically everything in the world.

He pushes around the shopping cart mindlessly, though he knows he’ll have to make another trip. A long sigh leaves his lips as he enters the alcohol aisle. He fills the bottom of the cart with different cases of beer until he thinks he may drop one, and then starts to place things in the basket. He feels like a dumbass hauling it over to the registers, like everyone can see right through him.

He has to remind himself that this is for a good cause, that it’ll be worth it when everyone is enjoying themselves at the party. His actions won’t be in vain. Even after the second trip with another cart full of beer and various liquor bottles, Haknyeon keeps repeating affirmations in his head. This has to be the party.

In fact, he thinks his thoughts have manifested into reality when he sees you walking into the grocery store at the same time he’s leaving. You’re his pretty Bio lab partner. He’s always too nervous to hold a substantial conversation with you, so he settles for the bare minimum, which is unfulfilling small talk during your labs. It’s never what he needs though. Aside from your name, Haknyeon knows nothing about you.

“Y/N?” What he wants right now, however, is to shoot himself in the foot for sounding so unsure.

You glance up from your phone, a smile lighting up your face when you recognize him. “Haknyeon! Hey! What’s up?”

“Last minute preparations for the TBZ party tonight,” he gestures at his shopping cart with pursed lips. “You?”

“That’s so funny that you say that! My friends and I are going—“ You eye his cart with confusion. “Wait, I didn’t know you were in Tau Beta Zeta.”

“Yeah…” Haknyeon laughs awkwardly. “Surprise!”

You giggle, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t seem like the frat boy type. Then again, TBZ isn’t your average frat so, I guess that kinda adds up.”

Haknyeon’s not sure if he should take that as a compliment or not, but since it’s coming from you, he decides that he will. The realization that you mentioned you’d be attending the party finally sets in at that same moment. “So, I’ll see you later, then?”

You nod, smile widening. “Yeah, I’m just grabbing a bottle for us to bring with. But I’ll be there. Maybe we’ll bump into each other.”

God, he hopes so. This is the perfect opportunity for him to swoop in and learn everything he’s been dying to know about you. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek. “I don’t know… I’m a busy man. It might be a little hard.”

That cute little laugh of yours makes another appearance. “I’ll be on the lookout, don’t worry. See you tonight, Haknyeon.”

Ju Haknyeon thinks that he must’ve done something monumental in a past life, like saving a dog from a burning building or stopping a world war. How else would the universe reward him this kindly? All he can do is wave as you maneuver around an elderly couple passing by into the store.

Maybe Kevin Moon wasn’t that bad. And maybe Lee Sangyeon wasn’t as big of a tyrant as he made him out to be. He could actually kiss the ground they walked on for forcing him into alcohol duty. If it weren’t for them, he wouldn’t have ran into you and he wouldn’t have known you were attending the party. Now he has something to look forward to that isn't getting shitfaced.

“What the hell are you wearing?”

Haknyeon looks away from his mirror, Hyunjae standing in the doorway. He has a cringe on his face at the sight of his outfit. It wasn’t the worst thing he’s ever worn, but it was… a bit too much. A black button up and black slacks was admittedly not the best frat party fit. The only good thing he had going for him was his hair that was styled for once, parted so his bangs framed his face nicely.

“This girl I’m kinda into is coming tonight. I need to look irresistible.” The younger explains, arms flailing at his sides.

“Okay, well you won’t accomplish that in this,” Hyunjae snorts, digging through his closet. “If she’s into you too, she won’t care what you’re wearing. Just throw on something you’d normally wear. Like… this! This is nice.”

Hyunjae holds up a black t-shirt and a black-washed denim jacket. Haknyeon hums. It was simple, but also once he put it on he wouldn’t feel like a douchebag, which was the whole goal here. Paired with some khaki cargo pants, he’s found a winner. He begrudgingly thanks his senior for the assistance, shooing him out of his bedroom so he can mentally prepare for the night ahead of him.

He doesn’t even know what to bring up now that he really tosses the idea around in his head. Yeah, he wants to learn more about you and what you’re like outside of your Bio lab, but specifically what he couldn’t say. Haknyeon was starting to feel like a lost cause. He had to clutch up tonight. He had to woo you so much that you had no choice but to fall for his cute face and endearing personality. But how was he meant to do that if he couldn’t even come up with topics to talk with you about?

Maybe he was just thinking too far into things. Perhaps he should just let it all go with the flow. Moving at an au natural pace was probably his best bet in comparison to Sunwoo’s soccer ball plan. (He’s still confused how that worked in his favor.)

Before he knows it, the party is swinging into full effect. This is the first time Haknyeon’s ever been so socially aware of his surroundings. He had a habit of blurring his atmosphere at these things, more interested in getting drunk with his buddies than paying attention to the attendees. As he stands in a corner of the living room, listening to Chanhee complain about treasurer stuff, he watches each and every person who enters the house.

When you finally do walk in, he has to physically stop himself from choking on the beer in his cup, biting the rim of the plastic in a weak attempt to sedate himself. If he thought you were gorgeous before in a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt, he doesn’t know what to call you now. You’re laughing at something one of your friends said, dolled up in a black mini skirt and a black cropped halter top while hugging a bottle of Pink Whitney to your chest. He could probably pass out right here right now.

He almost does, but then Chanhee is slapping his back aggressively. “Wipe the drool off of your chin. God, am I the only one who still has a brain?”

“Shut the fuck up, Chanhee, go cry about your life somewhere else.” Haknyeon dismisses his senior, downing the rest of his drink for some liquid courage. Though he is, he doesn’t want to seem too desperate, so he’s not going up to you this quickly. Instead, he heads into the kitchen to get another drink, rolling his neck like he’s preparing for the biggest win of the century.

It’s as he’s pouring some jungle juice into a fresh cup that you see him. A smile similar to the one from the store graces your features. There was only one person with a back like that, and it was your cute lab partner. You keep an arm wrapped around your bottle, tapping his shoulder lightly. He spins around confusedly, but the expression morphs into pleasant surprise immediately after.

“Pink Whitney? Easy choice,” he points at the bottle in your grasp. “Are you a lightweight, Y/N?”

Your cheeks warm up at the teasing remark. Upon first meeting, Haknyeon’s been an awkward mess around you. You can only assume the confidence stems from the fact that he’s within his element. “That’s for me to know, and you to find out.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were implying that you want me to get you drunk.” He tucks a hand into one of his jacket pockets, the other bringing his cup to his mouth. He’s unconscious of the source of this sudden bravery, but he prays it doesn’t fade off anytime soon.

“Maybe I do…” You bite your lip, undoing the seal of the Pink Whitney bottle to take a sip. It burns your throat slightly. “I’ve never hung out with a frat boy before. I kinda wanna see what the hype is all about.”

Haknyeon thinks he might pass out again, because if he wasn’t so acutely aware of your entire interaction, he would think you’re flirting with him. Friendliness was a double edged sword in this day and age. But who knows, maybe you are flirting. You showed up with your friends but they were nowhere to be found now. He needed to take advantage of the opening.

It’s around this time that Younghoon and Juyeon are bringing out the fated beer pong table, a crowd already beginning to form nearby. He feels sorry for the poor suckers who have to play Changmin and his girlfriend.

“We should play beer pong!” You suggest, watching the pair of taller guys setting up the cups over his shoulder. Haknyeon can sense the color draining from his face. If it had been anyone else, he would’ve shut the idea down insanely fast, but because it was you, he was genuinely contemplating. Those who went up against the infamous TBZ party beer pong champions were in for a rude awakening, but if you wanted to...

“Uh—“ He starts but then he’s interrupted.

“Yo! Who’s down to play Rage Cage?!”

Juyeon’s voice is somehow louder than the music, carrying into the kitchen where the two of you stand. Haknyeon wasn’t the greatest Rage Cage player, but he enjoyed it a hell of a lot more than beer pong. Especially when he stood beside people who didn’t understand the concept of the game.

You chug some more Pink Whitney, batting your eyelashes up at Haknyeon. “I’ve never played Rage Cage. Is it fun?”

“If you’re next to the right people it can be, but if you aren’t, then it’s a whole lot of drinking. We haven’t played Rage Cage at a TBZ party in a while, but the last time we did Eric Sohn almost had to get his stomach pumped.” He laughs a little at the memory of his friend spending the rest of his night cuddling with a toilet seat. The mental picture overshadows how enticing you look right now.

“Do you think you can teach me?” You ask sweetly, hoping that he takes the hint. He seemed like the type of guy who wouldn’t make the first move unless you forced him to, so it appeared that you had your work cut out for you.

“You wanna play?” He turns to you with wide eyes, almost as if he hadn’t expected you to show interest in the game. You give him a small nod, tucking some hair behind your ear. The truth of the matter was that you were a fucking liar. You’ve played Rage Cage plenty of times in the past. You were actually pretty decent at it, too. You just needed an excuse to spend the night around him.

“We better head over there now. It looks like the table is filling up.” You jab your pinkie in that general direction. Haknyeon blows a raspberry and leads you that way, his hand resting on the small of your back so he won’t lose you in the pack of people surrounding the table.

“Forewarning, my rap sheet doesn’t really read World Class Rage Cage Champ,” he laughs nervously, the anxiety beginning to eat at him all over again. “But I promise, I won’t let you get stacked.”

When Haknyeon said he wasn’t the worst, but wasn’t good at Rage Cage, you took his word. Except he severely overplayed his own skill. Maybe he was just extremely on edge and it threw off his game, but the amount of times he was stacked on was a little comical. At the very least, he kept his promise. You hadn’t got stacked once, but that was also only because Haknyeon would drink for you every time you almost did.

The room is sort of spinning by the time the first game has finished. Playing a drinking game while he’s trying to get to know you better was probably at the higher portion of his ‘BAD IDEAS!!!’ list. If he wasn’t so eager to please and followed along to each of your suggestions, perhaps he’d be having a different conversation. That was not the case, though.

You can’t help but feel a little guilty for the turn out. All you’d wanted was to flirt with your lab partner, possibly end the night with some making out. As it was looking, that’s not the path you were heading down, but rather towards the kitchen for some water to sober him up some. Your bottle of Pink Whitney is long lost, replaced with a bottle of H2O. You hold his chin, tilting it back slightly to pour some into his mouth.

If he hadn’t already had the fattest crush on you, he definitely did now. Pretty and nice? You were the total package. Here you were, nursing him back to sobriety when you could’ve been out and about enjoying yourself with your friends. Up this close, he gets a detailed look at you. It’s so weird for him to think about how much he’s pined after you since the start of the semester, how much he’s admired the face that’s looking at him with this unfamiliar tenderness. He never thought he stood a chance. You know, that whole ‘nice guys finish last’ pick me boy vibe.

“Y/N—” He’s cut short, Juyeon’s voluminous voice resonating throughout the house again, sans the music.

“Everybody who isn’t Tau Beta Zeta, get the fuck out! Someone called the cops!”

Of course. Nobody ever calls the cops on a TBZ party but of fucking course the one time Haknyeon gets shoot his shot with you, someone narcs. He actually thinks he might die. He might keel over and die in the middle of this party while the cops are raiding the place. Lee Sangyeon is gonna be thrown in the back of a police cruiser for letting people drink underage and then send them his way because he bought all of the alcohol. This was just his luck.

Without a word, you grab his hand and drag him out through the back door. You follow the flock of other party goers escaping the wrath of the police. It’s difficult to run in a mini skirt and strappy heels, but you don’t really have room to whine about it. Haknyeon doesn’t know if there’s ever a right time to tell you that you could’ve just gone up to his room, but figures it’s too late when you're hopping the short fence that goes out to the main street of Greek Row.

One would think that he’d sobered up at this point since he was, you know, on the run from the law. Yet for some reason Ju Haknyeon himself doesn’t even know, he’s still feeling the effects of the alcohol, tripping over that stupid fucking fence and falling flat on his face. Thankfully, he lands on the grassy part just before the sidewalk, but it doesn’t make the situation any less embarrassing.

You don’t give him recovery time, pulling him to his feet. He holds a hand to the side of his face that received the harshest of the impact, expecting to wake up to a nasty bruise tomorrow. He’s also unsure where exactly you’re taking him, but is afraid of asking out of fear that you’ll send his ass back to the frat house and have him arrested or something. (He had a bad habit of over complicating situations and coming up with the worst possible scenarios.)

Once the commotion has died out and there’s no one else around, you slow your pace. You turn to face him with a grin, holding both of his hands in yours as you walk backwards. “Are you cool with staying the night at my place?”

Truly, Haknyeon needs to know what act of nobility he committed in his previous life. He needs to go back in time and thank himself for whatever it was. Even with fumble after fumble, he was somehow bouncing back and receiving major compensation for sticking it out. He swallows thickly, nodding dumbly when he realizes he hasn’t given you a proper response.

“Um… Yeah— I mean— yes. That’s fine. That’s totally fine.” He word-vomits, stumbling over his tongue rather than his feet. Being down bad was one of his strongest personality traits. And being clumsy was second strongest, so you don't even have to imagine how terrible a combination of both would be.

The walk to your apartment knocks any lingering inebriation out of his system. He’s entirely too hyper aware of what’s happening as you guide him in that direction. It’s cooler out, the temperature dropping in the nighttime as the end of the semester approaches. If there was another reason to be grateful for this party, it was because he no longer had to worry about not making a move before your last lab together. As much as he despised Biology, he’d take it every day if it meant getting to see you.

He actually feels like he may throw up as you reach your place, his hands sticking into the pockets of his jacket to hide the clamminess of his palms. His nerves are creeping up on him once more, a dark cloud looming over him. He shouldn’t be this jumpy at this point of the night. He should be composed, prepared to sweep you off your feet after spending so much time with you. Why the hell is he sweating bullets right now?

“Welcome to my humble abode,” you curtsy. “Would you like something to drink? Water, maybe?”

“Th-That would be great,” Haknyeon forces out, waddling behind you into the kitchen like a baby duckling following its mother. “You have a nice apartment.”

“Really? Thank you!” You can’t help but giggle at his jitters and the way he keeps rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. A sense of déjà vu rushes over you when you pass him a cup. “Living alone has its perks, I guess. I like that I don’t have to argue with anyone about how to decorate and things like that.”

“It sounds a lot more enjoyable than living with a bunch of men in their early twenties,” he smiles weakly as he accepts the glass of water from you. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how thin the walls are in that house.”

“Do they have sex often?” You ask him bluntly, head cocking to the side almost innocently. He chokes on the water he just sipped, nearly spilling it onto the floor.

“W-What?” He sputters.

“I’m assuming that’s what you’re talking about,” you shrug, facing away from him so you can grab yourself something to drink, also. “We should get back at them.”

You don’t know how many more bones you can throw for him to understand what you're insinuating. Even the frat boy comment you made earlier was intentional. Haknyeon’s mouth goes dry and his eyes widen like a cartoon character’s. What the fuck?

“I’ve never brought a girl back to the house before, because I don’t want them to make fun of me or something— not that I’m saying I would take you back to the house! I mean I just would feel bad if you also got made fun of— not that I’m referring to having sex with you or anything!” The glass in his hands is on the verge of slipping from his grip. “Not that I don’t want to have sex with you— oh my god— um wow, that’s a very lovely fruit bowl you have there I—“

“Hak,” you interject his rambling, wearing a mischievous smile.

The nickname drives him fucking insane. Scratch him possibly dying. If he isn’t dead by the end of the night, he’ll be shocked. Perplexed. Perturbed. Puzzled. Any shock-adjacent synonym you can think of. That will be him. “Y-Yes?”

“Can you shut up and kiss me already?”

Honestly, you don’t have to ask him twice. His lips are on yours in seconds, fingers fisting the material of your skirt at your hips to steel himself. You moan in response to the sheer frenzy behind his actions. It’s so easy to lose yourself in the haste of it; the way you tug at his hair, the blunt edges of his nails digging into your sides, the near clashing of your teeth. He nibbles at your bottom lip, sighing when you allow his tongue to permeate your mouth. He’s content to do nothing but this, kissing you is enough to satiate the desire he’s harbored for you for months. However, with the franticness of your kiss, he knows you want more.

He inches you both backwards until your lower back hits the counter, and then he’s cupping beneath your thighs to hoist you up. His strength sends tidal waves pulsing throughout your whole being, hurriedly pushing the material of his denim jacket off of his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor without a care. Your hands travel south as his lips trail along your jaw and neck, sucking and biting your supple skin wherever he feels fit. He hisses into the dip where your collarbone meets your shoulder when you palm him through his pants.

“Fuck, babe, you want me bad, don’t you?” He mutters into the column of your throat, teeth sinking into the flesh after.

“Mhmm,” you whine, craning your neck to give him more access to the surface. It’s like a switch has flipped in him and it turns you on unbearably. This is what you’ve been trying to coax out of him all night.

Haknyeon pries apart your legs, slotting himself between them so he can sneak his fingers beneath your skirt. His thumb rubs tight circles into your clothed clit, the lace of your underwear damp with your arousal. He connects your lips again, groaning into your kiss when he moves the fabric aside and slides his knuckle through your folds. You buck up your hips, whimpering when he holds them down with his forearm.

“Want more,” you gasp when he applies a bit of pressure to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“‘More’ what? Use your words, princess,” he instructs, tracing your entrance with his ring finger.

You shake your head because you’re not even sure what it is that you want. You just know that this isn’t enough to quell the hunger burning at your chest. It’s not nearly sufficient to fan the flames in the depths of your heart or the ache in the pit of your abdomen. You need him everywhere. It’s beyond him being your cute Bio lab partner now.

He urges you onto your elbows, pecking the plane of your stomach. He pushes up your skirt and discards your panties, baring you to the cool air of your apartment. Your eyes flutter shut when he kisses your clit gently. Your head is light and airy and it’s like you’re on cloud nine. Haknyeon hums against you, pulling off to scold you.

“Eyes open, baby,” he nudges his nose on your pelvic bone. “Want you to watch me eat you out.”

The moan you release is strained, like it had been confined in the back of your throat for ages until this moment. He flattens his tongue and licks a line from your hole to your clit, suckling the engorged skin and repeating. Your eyelids are heavy, keeping your intense gaze on him as he all but makes out with your pussy. He focuses his mouth on your clit and slips his middle finger into you. He pumps it in and out languidly, setting a rhythm that matches each swirl of his tongue around your clit.

The whole scene still feels unreal to both of you, like you might wake up from a wet dream or something. How was it possible that Ju Haknyeon was finger fucking you on your kitchen counter? Just a couple days ago, you were sitting side by side in your Biology lab, too nervous to initiate a substantial conversation. You’d think it would be harder to slob on someone’s knob than it would be to talk to them while wearing a fuckass lab coat and goggles.

Haknyeon works his forearm up, pinning down your thighs so your cunt is fully accessible. He adds a second finger to the mix, thrusting them at a higher speed and increasing the unrelenting sucking of your bundle of nerves. He can tell you’re creeping closer towards your climax with the way your walls clench around him and your hips continue to jerk up. And considering the kind of person he was, you figured he would aid you rather than hinder you. But you figured wrong.

He slows his assault, removing his mouth from your clit and leaving the stimulation at just his two fingers. You whine, lip quivering when he looks up into your eyes.

“W-Why are you— what are you doing?” You plead, hating the tone of your voice. The tables have turned, with you sitting beside desperation. This is so unlike you— so unlike the usual domineering aura you exude during sex— your body reacting differently to the power falling through the cracks within your grasp.

“Don’t you wanna savor the moment, princess?” He sounds so cocky, a far cry from the wavering confidence you’d always seen out of him. He kisses the skin of your inner thighs, moving closer and closer to the area you need him most, all the while he continues curling and uncurling his fingers.

The precipice of your orgasm is right there, you can almost taste it on the tip of your tongue. But Haknyeon holds it just out of reach, dangling it in your face like teasing a dog with a chew toy. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes, a false sense of hedonism building and building, then slowly ebbing away each time he retracts. You open your mouth, but no sound comes out.

Just when you’ve given up hope, he adds a third finger and wraps his lips around your clit, sucking harshly. The sudden and unexpected intrusion snaps that familiar cord in half, blinding you with white hot pleasure. The groan that escapes from the base of your chest is guttural, echoing throughout the kitchen. You don’t have it in you to worry about waking your neighbors, especially not when you feel the curve of a smile against your cunt, such an uncharacteristic response from Haknyeon.

Your legs spasm as the height of your orgasm calms. You pull him down for a wanton kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair. He laughs at the role swap, hands flat on the counter to hold him over you. “Feel good?”

“So good, Hak,” you murmur into his lips. “Think you can fuck me like that next?”

“So impatient,” he snickers, pecking along your jaw once more. “But since you’ve been so good for me, I think it’s only fair that I return the favor.”

You clumsily undo the button and zipper of his cargoes, pushing them down with your foot. He steps out of them and kicks them away while simultaneously removing his t-shirt. You take your top off and shimmy out of your skirt, raising an eyebrow at the narrowed look in his eyes. “What?”

“Do you have a condom?”

“No,” you poke your cheek with your tongue. “But, I don’t care if you wear one. I’d rather feel you raw, anyway.”

His forehead drops to your shoulder. “God, you’re killing me. Okay.”

He shoves down his briefs and you have to stop yourself from gawking at his size. While he wasn’t the biggest, he was definitely bigger than anyone else you’ve ever been with. He pumps himself a couple times, guiding his length to your entrance and throwing his head back when the tip presses into you. This was really happening, holy shit. Ju Haknyeon was actually having sex with you.

Your toes curl and you stab your nails into your palms to distract from the stinging stretch. He eases into you with the occasional grunt, minding your expressions for any signs of discomfort. When all he sees is your features contorted to display pleasure, he resumes. By the time he’s bottomed out completely, both of you are moaning messes. You feel so full, stuffed to the brim with the weight of his cock.

“I’ve wanted to be inside of you for so fucking long,” he admits, speaking the words into your sticky skin as he drags himself out only to piston back in. The action throttles you a bit, your eyes tempted to roll to the back of your head from how fucking good it feels. You can’t conjure coherent thoughts to properly convey how many endorphins are coursing through your veins.

Haknyeon sets a pace that combines the perfect amount of speed and depth, the tip of his cock brushing that spot deep in your cunt. Your brain is hazy and your vision blurs, hardly able to see anything in front of you. His mouth attaches to the pulse point on your neck, ensuring he bruises the area.

“Y-You’re— fuck— you’re s-so deep, Hak. I can feel you all over,” you wail, bringing one of his hands to tamp your lower stomach. The pressure contributes to the growing tension of your second orgasm, something you know will collide into you with even more exertion than the first.

“Yeah? You’re taking me s-so well, baby. No one else has ever fucked you this good, right?” Sweat beads on his hairline, dripping down his temples with every thrust of his hips and every drive of his cock into your sweet pussy. Even if he really did somehow manage to die tonight, he could do it with integrity. He could go out with the honor of a fallen soldier knowing that he got to experience this at least once in his life.

He hikes one of your knees up to your chest, burying his dick deeper if humanly possible. You arch your back, pushing into his chest to minimize the space between you, antsy at the promise of another release as mind blowing as the last. He brings you to the edge of the counter so you’re now hip to hip. Haknyeon snakes a hand in the middle of your bodies, using his thumb to rub circles into your clit. That stimulation coupled with the depth of his cock encourages the fluttering of your walls, in turn drawing out the state of bliss you’ve been chasing.

Your vision goes blank, stars painting the behinds of your eyelids. A second orgasm crests upon you and evokes a moan so pornographic, it sounds far away from you. It’s a dreamlike euphoria, an almost out of body experience that puts every other orgasm to shame. The surface of your skin is hot to the touch.

“Where do you want me, princess?” Haknyeon asks breathily. In the calamity of your own release, you nearly forgot about his until you register the twitching inside of you. It pauses the static in your ears, returning the volume of the world to its normality.

“Cum inside of me,” you whine, the overstimulation becoming too much to handle. He doesn’t need to be told another time, grip tightening on your thigh as he spills into your cunt.

The two of you stay still for a moment, allowing clarity to flow into your brains. You wince when he finally has half the mind to pull out, his nose scrunching up at the sensitivity. He slides his underwear back on, extremely conscious of how naked he is right now. He has an inkling that you were anticipating that this would happen, because why else would you ask him to stay over tonight? But, he is the Ju Haknyeon that you’ve sat next to this entire semester in your Biology lab. So he couldn’t just march forward without a little overthinking and self deprecation.

“Do you still want me to stay?” His voice has reverted back to that small, unsure tone. You sit up quickly, alarmed by the twinge of disappointment underneath it.

“Of course, I do,” you pout, kissing his cheek and lacing your fingers together. “I’ve had a crush on you since the beginning of the year, Hak. Sure, maybe I skipped a couple steps in between, but I have wanted this so badly— I have wanted you so badly— for you don’t even know how long.”

He chuckles, tucking some hair behind your ear. He leaves a sweet kiss on your lips, softer and gentler than the ones from earlier that night. He’s intentional with the way he glides them in harmony, like he was following the melody of the most beautiful song. “Oh trust me, I think I have an idea.”

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Summary: The infamous Hak's Garage, owned by well-respected technical expert Ju Haknyeon and financed by the retired underground drag racer Lee Sangyeon. Hak's Garage is an inconspicuous daytime automotive garage that offers your average vehicle tuning and modification. It's during the nighttime when the place starts to let loose and becomes the go-to spot for anyone and everyone who has an inkling of fascination for cars.

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Hak’s Garage — 12:45 AM Sunday

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→ Ju Haknyeon x Leitora

→ Palavras: 2.1k

NOTAS: Barista!haknyeon, estudante!leitora ft. svt, faculdade au, fluffy.

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→ Sinopse:

Quando um de seus clientes acaba sendo o barista bonitinho da lanchonete que você sempre frequenta e ele não só ganha comida de graça, mas também seu número.

Estar na faculdade como uma aluna que mora sozinha em um dormitório longe dos pais já era estressante, sem falar nos cursos de administração. A quantidade de papelada, as despesas que fazem sua carteira chorar e a paciência pela qual você passou este ano não foram suficientes. Graças a Deus, faltava apenas menos de um mês para o fim do ano letivo e você mal podia esperar para que esse dia chegasse.

Um dos últimos e maiores projetos em grupo foi montar uma barraca de comida temporária em um prédio próximo à sua escola com os outros grupos da classe. A escola realiza esse tipo de evento todos os anos como parte do currículo e por mais que pareça divertido, é tão estressante quanto na verdade é.

Seu grupo decidiu criar um negócio na categoria de alimentos, vendendo lanches de rua, carnes, bebidas e até mesmo sobremesas. É apenas simples, pois foi apenas um projeto, mas quem sabe se tem potencial para se tornar algo real? Você foi agrupada com Jung Wooyoung, pelo que agradeceu aos céus, pois ele era o melhor cozinheiro da turma, assim como Choi San, que também estava encarregado de preparar a comida e Lee Chan, pelas bebidas. Você, por outro lado, assumiu o papel de caixa, que deveria ter sido do Chan.

— Você me deve uma refeição, Lee Chan. – Você ameaçou seu colega de grupo.

— Hey, eu também tenho um trabalho difícil aqui.

— Você sabe que eu fico tímida perto das pessoas.

— É por isso que você não consegue arrumar um namorado. – Chan suspirou.

— Isso é verdade. – Acrescentou Wooyoung.

— Eu odeio todos vocês. – Você respondeu, voltando para a área que lhe foi designada.

A distância, um grupo de homens havia parado no prédio para descansar depois que um deles se perdeu pela cidade e todos tiveram que procurá-los, arruinando o dia de todos.

— Vamos lá, Hak. Não é como se você tivesse trabalho hoje. – Juyeon colocou a mão no ombro do homem para tentar confortá-lo, mas ele apenas asenou em descrença.

— Hoje não, mas tive trabalho ontem e não estou aqui para desperdiçar minha energia. Só vim, porque Hyunjae hyung disse que me pagaria uma refeição, não vim aqui para seguir sua cabeça sem senso de direção.

— Puxa, nosso garoto está tão irritado hoje. – Hyunjae sibilou diante da reação do jovem.

— Ah, você sabe. – Sunwoo começou, cutucando o ombro de Haknyeon em uma determinada direção. — Talvez porque ele tenha visto a garota que ele está de olho há semanas com um cara.

O olhar de Haknyeon seguiu para onde Sunwoo havia gesticulado, lá ele a viu em sua barraca com seus colegas de grupo, sorrindo para um cliente enquanto servia o pedido. Ele a conheceu em uma cafeteria há algumas semanas, onde você estava ocupada trabalhando em seus projetos e sobrevivendo com uma xícara de café forte. Ele notou o quanto você era trabalhadora, apesar de não conhecê-la pessoalmente e admirou muito isso em você. Sem mencionar o quanto você é bonita, mas esse não é o ponto.

Você começou a rir junto com Chan, o cara com quem Haknyeon a viu na lanchonete no outro dia, e o cara de quem Sunwoo estava falando. Essa não era exatamente a razão pela qual ele estava se sentindo irritado hoje. Não, ele não tinha o direito de se sentir assim. Talvez esse fosse parcialmente o motivo? Honestamente, ele se sentiu irritado, porque um de seus colegas de trabalho pediu demissão e ele teve que fazer turnos extras enquanto esperava por novos funcionários.

— Espere, Hak. Você não disse que estava com fome? – Perguntou Hyunjae, tirando algum dinheiro de sua carteira. — Vai lá comprar comida pra gente, você pode pegar o quanto quiser, é meu presente.

Ele não hesitou em dar o dinheiro a Haknyeon antes de empurrá-lo para onde estava sua barraca.

— Eu realmente odeio vocês. – Haknyeon resmungou para os amigos, pronto para recuar de vergonha, até que sua voz o fez parar.

— Olá, senhor. O que você gostaria de comprar? – Você cumprimentou Haknyeon, que parecia nervoso, em um tom profissional.

Ele coçou a nuca e se virou para olhar para você por um segundo antes de mover os olhos para o cardápio.

— Ah, uhm... Eu gostaria...

Ao anotar a longa lista de pedidos, você os inseriu rapidamente na tela à sua frente e o pagamento foi feito.

Então você percebeu algo. Aquele cara parecia tão familiar, você o reconheceu da cafeteria que sempre frequentava. Seus olhos, seu cabelo fofo, suas bochechas macias e o sorriso doce em seu rosto, era definitivamente ele.

Sem que vocês dois soubessem, Wooyoung havia percebido a forma como os olhos de Haknyeon se encheram de admiração enquanto ele olhava para você do outro lado da barraca. Você havia dito a Haknyeon que chamaria pelo nome dele quando o pedido estivesse pronto, mas Wooyoung foi rápido o suficiente para impedi-lo de sair.

— Ei, cara. – Wooyoung chamou sem vergonha por Haknyeon enquanto envolvia seu ombro com um braço, recebendo um olhar confuso do homem. — O nome dela é s.n. Garota inteligente...

Wooyoung gentilmente cutucou a própria cabeça.

— Mas meio maluca às vezes.

— Ei... – Você disse.

— Se você quiser o número dela, no entanto, pode pedir a ela e ela lhe dará, certo? – Dessa vez, Chan entrou na conversa, fazendo com que você escondesse o rosto na mão diante da situação da qual queria sair.

O fato é que Haknyeon já sabia seu nome.

— Ah, bem... – O último se arrastou, sem saber como reagir com pares de olhos antecipados sobre ele.

Você sentiu Chan a cutucando de lado e você o cutucou de volta.

— O que vocês estão fazendo? Isso é muito pouco profissional da parte de vocês.

Wooyoung se aproximou mais de seu ouvido.

— Ele parece interessado...

— Ele não... - Você intervém.

— E você é solteira, porque não tenta? Ele é um rapaz muito atraente.

Dessa vez, você se aproximou do ouvido dele para sussurrar.

— Esse é o barista bonitinho de quem falei.

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Você entrou na cafeteria com sua mochila pendurada no ombro e uma pasta cheia de papéis, se sentou em uma mesa nos fundos, ao lado de uma janela, pois lá é mais silencioso. Você acabou de terminar as aulas da manhã e estava livre durante toda a tarde, mas precisava de cafeína em seu sistema para que sua mente funcionasse. Você precisava terminar sua papelada desta semana e não estava nem perto de terminar.

Então, você pediu o café mais forte que havia no cardápio para garantir que ficaria acordada e seria produtiva o máximo possível. Isso foi muito bom para você até que se tornou uma rotina, uma coisa cotidiana por duas semanas, e até o barista, um barista bonito, ficou preocupado com seu estado. Ele queria perguntar o que havia de errado e se poderia ajudar de alguma forma, mas você apenas rejeitava a pergunta todas as vezes.

Um dia você entrou na cafeteria e foi para o seu lugar habitual na mesa do fundo, pronta para começar mais um dia de papelada para um grande projeto. Entretanto, seus olhos se fecharam rapidamente e sua cabeça caiu sobre a mesa. Estava muito cedo naquele dia de manhã e você não dormiu o suficiente na noite passada devido a uma tarefa urgente que seu professor havia designado.

— Por que ela ainda não está fazendo o pedido? – Haknyeon murmurou baixinho.

— Hm? Quem? – Perguntou seu colega de trabalho, ocupado preparando café para os outros clientes.

— S.n, a garota que vem aqui todos os dias, aquela com papéis e outras coisas.

— Ahh, ela. Sim, eu a vi entrar mais cedo. Por que não vai dar uma olhada nela? Já se passaram alguns minutos.

Quando a fila do caixa estava vazia, Haknyeon foi até a área dos fundos para ver se você ainda estava lá e perguntar se gostaria de pedir algo agora. Mas, para a surpresa dele, ele a encontrou dormindo sobre a mesa, com a cabeça apoiada nos braços, as sobrancelhas franzidas, claramente cansada e esgotada. Ele se sentiu mal, com certeza e não quis perturbar seu estado atual. Na verdade, ele voltou ao balcão, fez seu pedido habitual e voltou para a mesa.

Colocando cuidadosamente a xícara de café perto de você, ele deu um leve tapinha na sua cabeça e saiu sem dizer uma palavra. A ação fez com que você se remexesse no sono e seus olhos se abriram lentamente para a luz do sol brilhante do lado de fora da janela.

— Puxa, não acredito que adormeci aqui. – Você gemeu de cansaço. Olhando ao redor da cafeteria e verificando a hora, seus olhos caíram sobre o café recém preparado em sua mesa com um bilhete adesivo em cima da tampa. — Mas não me lembro de ter feito o pedido...

Você pegou o papel na mão e seus lábios se contraíram lentamente em um pequeno sorriso.

"É meu presente, uma recompensa por seu trabalho árduo. Boa sorte no que quer que esteja fazendo e durma um pouco depois. S.n, boa sorte! - Hak :)"

Hak...? Haknyeon! O barista bonitinho! Pois é. Você não poderia agradecê-lo o suficiente. Dizer que isso não a motivou seria uma mentira completa, a doce mensagem dele definitivamente a acordou e a tornou produtiva, como se você não tivesse adormecido acidentalmente no café minutos atrás.

Você se sentiu tão segura e confortável no local que ele se tornou seu cotidiano, e você não podia deixar de levar seu melhor amigo lá. Um dia, você forçou Chan a ir até lá para experimentar os drinques e doces e falar sobre o barista Haknyeon, sentindo orgulho quando ele os reconheceu.

Haknyeon, no entanto, interpretou mal seu "encontro" amigável com seu melhor amigo como um encontro romântico e foi assim que Sunwoo começou a provocar o barista.

Você voltou para junto de Haknyeon, que ainda estava parado e confuso, se curvou pedindo desculpas a ele.

— Sinto muito por isso, meus amigos gostam muito de me provocar. – Você deu um sorriso para ele enquanto sua mente pensava em maneiras de se vingar de Wooyoung e Chan.

Naquele momento, San veio em seu socorro, pelo menos foi o que você pensou.

— Ei, parem de incomodá-la. Voltem ao trabalho, não vou fazer tudo sozinho.

— Sim, senhor. – Wooyoung imediatamente seguiu em frente, enquanto Chan se recusava a se mover.

— Chan? As bebidas? – San franziu uma sobrancelha, ao que Chan apenas acenou para ele e voltou à sua área designada.

— Agora. – Você sentiu a mão de San em seu ombro. — Vá servir isso, senhorita s.n.

Ele lhe passou o pacote com o pedido de Haknyeon e depois se afastou. Por que ele simplesmente não lhe deu o pedido quando ele já estava aqui?

Você suspirou em derrota.

— Mais uma vez, sinto muito pelo que aconteceu. A propósito, aqui está seu pedido. Entrarei em contato com você quando o restante estiver concluído.

Você entregou a ele o pedido do outro lado do balcão quando suas mãos roçaram levemente nas dele, mas isso causou uma grande explosão de borboletas em seu estômago. Vocês dois ficaram parados no lugar por um momento, até que ele quebrou o silêncio com uma risada suave.

— Obrigado, s.n.

Finalmente você conseguiu respirar.

— Mas espere. – Talvez não. — Será que ainda posso pegar seu número? Se não houver problemas, é claro. Não quero forçar nem nada, só quero...

— Ah, é claro que pode.

Uma cutucada por trás de você interrompeu seu breve e doce momento com Haknyeon.

— Vocês dois, o pedido está pronto.

Haknyeon riu de Chan enquanto você rapidamente anotava seu número de telefone em um pequeno pedaço de papel, que passou para ele junto com o resto da comida.

— Bem, é uma honra vindo de uma senhorita bonita como você. Em troca, você merece um café grátis na próxima vez que passar pela cafeteria, é por minha conta. Vejo você por aí, s.n.

Haknyeon piscou para você antes de voltar para junto de seus amigos, que estavam muito entretidos.

Assim que Haknyeon voltou para o grupo, Sunwoo e Hyunjae o empurraram imediatamente, enquanto Juyeon apenas riu dele. Na maioria dos dias, Haknyeon revidaria e ameaçaria seus amigos, mas no momento ele está mais concentrado no pedaço de papel em seu bolso do que nas vozes irritantes ao seu redor. Ele ganhou comida de graça e conseguiu seu número, esse dia não poderia ser melhor para ele.

— Veja, se não fosse por nós, você ainda estaria solteira até agora. – Chan deu de ombros casualmente limpando a mesa na frente dele.

— Claro, obrigada. – Você diz com sarcasmo.

— Confie em mim, s.n. Em pouco tempo, ele vai convidá-la para sair e você não vai ficar se lamentando porque os homens não olham para você.

Você realmente não confiava em Chan em nada, mas ele definitivamente não estava errado no que disse, porque no dia seguinte, você não esperava receber café de graça e um garoto bonito a convidando para um encontro, exatamente como ele disse.

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Hey! I love ur writing so much 🥹 can i request 2+15+33 from the prompt that you post for the other members? This one is for hak tho hehehehe and if you could also add enemies to lovers trope cause im a sucker for them 😩😩 tysm in advance 🥰🥰

(I know this leans towards the enemies portion but trust me there's a hint of lovers somewhere jkasndajs I had fun writing this one since it's my 1st Maverick au! hehe)

Whatever You Say

Member: Ju Hakyneon (Maverick au!)

Prompts: 2. “I’m not sharing you with anybody. You’re mine, and mine only, and I’m going to make you remember that.”, 15. “Mine. All mine.”, & “33 “Beg and maybe I’ll think about it.”

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), cnc (coercion), rough sex (+ unprotected), choking, spit used as lube, hair pulling, fingering, pussy slapping, pet names used (sweetheart, good girl), mentions of blood, death, killing, and sharp objects.

Extra content warning: ⚠️ this fic contains a cnc kink (aka coercion) but please know that consent is key ALWAYS. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise!

A/N: In this scenario, Hakyneon wins in Maverick (sorry Eric 😭)

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When you said you were going to kill Haknyeon one day, you never thought you’d have to… literally. Especially now when you’re forced to do it in order to survive.

“Lee Juyeon & Lee Hyunjae, eliminated. Only three students remaining: Sohn Eric, Ju Haknyeon, and L/N Y/N.” The PA system echoes through the empty halls of the school.

“Shit…” you muttered under your breath.

You should’ve followed your gut and rejected this offer the moment those suspicious people in black entered your classroom that one fateful day, claiming that this “special program” would set you up for a life of success if you win the game.

From seeing some of your classmates faces almost everyday since you were a kid to watching them die at the hands of one another. Yeah, it’s pretty fucked up. Honestly you still wonder how you managed to make it to the final three without getting caught.

As you slowly walk down the empty halls you once knew, tightening the hold you have on your spiked bat, your body is suddenly pushed and tackled down into the floor of the open classroom nearby.

A pair of thighs pinning your waist down to the cold cement floor as you struggle to grab your weapon to defend yourself. Your heart starts to pound the moment you hear the voice of body caging you speak,

“Never thought I'd live to see the day… Y/n lying so beautifully under me.” Haknyeon’s cocky smile burning right through you.

“Fuck you, get off me!” you spit back.

“No need to be mean sweetheart.” He caresses your lips with his thumb. “C’mon, I wanna enjoy this before it ends.” His thumb shoving into your mouth, the warm contact of your saliva making his crotch twitch. Haknyeon leans forward, the tip of his nose brushing against yours.

“I’m not sharing you with anybody. You’re mine, and mine only, and I’m going to make you remember that.” His eyes consumed with a kind of darkness you weren’t able to read.

“Any last words sweetheart?” he pulls away from you, gently pressing the sharp end of his bloody pencil at your throat.

How he managed to use a regular pencil as a weapon was beyond you, the same one that eliminated Younghoon hours prior.

You stare into his eyes, remembering this was the final image you’d have before your life was taken from you. “No last words? Alright, suit yourself.” He shrugs.

You quickly shut your eyes as Haknyeon raises his hand to strike your throat. But instead of feeling a sharp pain pierce through your skin, you heard the sound of the necklace chained to your throat buzz and malfunction.

When you slowly open one of your eyes to see what had happened, the pencil Haknyeon had used broke the necklace. He pulled the device apart and threw it across the room.

“L/N, Y/N eliminated. Two students remaining…” the PA system announces a few seconds later.

You look back up at Haknyeon in confusion…. Did he just save your life? Before you’re even able to speak, Haknyeon interrupts you.

“The system thinks you’re dead. I figured it out. Those idiots in black overlooked that issue.”

“I- I don’t understand…” you stutter.

“I can get you out of here alive… As much as I hate you, I dont think I can bare to see another person I know die.”

Silence falls between the two of you, your eyebrows still scrunched together as you still try to grasp the situation.

“Unless… you really want me to kill you?” Haknyeon utters as he raises his hand to your neck, firmly grasping it until you’re slightly gasping for air. In a scenario like this, you’re supposed to be scared for dear life. But instead, you feel the front of your panties getting soaked.

“Hak… please…”

“Hmmm…Beg and maybe I'll think about it.” He responds.

“Please Hak, I’ll do whatever you say. Just let me go!” you plead. Hakyneon smirks back at you with so many thoughts running in his mind.

“Alright…” He pauses for a moment.

“Turn around and bend over.”

“W-what?” your eyes widen, unsure of what he’ll do to you.

“Bend. Over.” His hand grips your neck a little tighter, signaling you to just do as you’re told. No questions asked.

Haknyeon adjusts himself off as you flip around to get on your knees and elbows. You feel the cold air hit your sensitive skin as you stick your ass up towards him.

You feel his warm hands suddenly gripping your waist, his erection press against your core. His hand snakes under your skirt, stroking your covered clit in circles. You bite your lip, trying to hold yourself back from moaning at his touch.

Haknyeon groans as he feels your soaked panties. “You’re pretty wet for someone who hates my guts, don’t you think?” he smirks.

You feel a slap on your sensitive bud then his full hand gripping your mound. His other hand reaching to grab your hair, pulling him closer to whisper in your ear,

“Mine. All mine.” he growls.

He lets go of your hair and unzips his pants, lowering them along with his boxers enough to free his aching cock. His other hand flips your skirt up, pulling your panties to the side enough to expose your wet cunt.

His rough fingertips glide through your folds, making you whimper from the friction. Before aligning the tip of his cock at your entrance, he aggressively spits onto your hole. Your breath hitches from the warmth of his saliva hitting you.

Honestly he didn't even have to spit on your cunt, it was incredibly soaked with your juices. He was just in the heat of the moment, feeling the adrenaline rushing through his veins. The thought of defiling you in some sort of way turns him on even more.

Without warning, he pushes his whole length into you. He hisses at the tightness clenching onto this member as you gasp from how quick your walls were being stretched out.

Haknyeon wastes no time and starts thrusting in and out of you, groaning at the sounds of both your skin slapping against each other and your wet pussy squelching.

He increases his pace, his fingers digging into your hips as you try to muffle your wanton moans (in case Eric finds where you two are.)

You beg Haknyeon to fuck you deeper as he hits your gummy spot inside, feeling the coil inside you tighten the more his tip nudges the spot.

“Good fucking girl…” his praise slurring as he also begins to feel his high approaching. The nickname is enough to send you over the edge as your walls tightly clench his cock and gush all your hot fluids onto him. Trying to muffle out your moan as much as you could.

“Ff-fucckkk” Hakyneon groans and without warning (again), his cum bursts inside you, filling you up to the brim. His white fluid gushing out of your tight hole as he pulls his cock out.

He quickly pulls his pants up as your body plops to the ground, trying to catch your breath. Before he gets up, he slips a paper in your hand. When you open the folded paper, you see it’s a drawn map telling you where to exit.

As you look up you see Hakyneon walking towards the door, picking up your bat in the process. Before closing the door he looks over his shoulder, scanning your body from head to toe with a cocky smirk,

“See you on the outside sweetheart.”

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