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himbo haechan pt.2

first part here wc: 12.9k (!!!) genre: fluff, smut, a little angst if u squint warnings: shower sex, unprotected sex, masturbating, just the tip (!), handjobs, oral (f recieving), dirty talk, fingering, softdom/sub dynamics (haechan doing both), being ignored during sex (!!!), aftercare, creampie a/n: thank u for loving himbo haech and thank you for being patient with me :) this fic took me so long because i originally wasn't going to have a plot, but piecing together scenes didn't feel like it was a sincere effort for how much i loved himbo haech so i tried my best to do more <3 this MIGHT be the tamest thing i've written, if you followed me for filth i promise i will make it up to you in another fic LOL let me know what u think, i hope this is hot, and i really hope you like this !!!

haechan thinks he'll never forget the first time he meets you.

for him, time slowed and there was no other explanation. his heartbeat rushed loud in his ears, a warm glow spread all throughout his body to the tips of his fingers. you had walked into the living room of the house party, angrily mouthing off someone who had spilled his drink on your sleeve, your voice traveling over to him over the undercurrent of the music blasting from the speakers, and he loved it. the sting of your tone, the way your chest rose and fell, the flush in your cheeks.

he wanted to stand by you as close as he could and watch each shade of emotion flicker in your eyes, he wanted to hear the ring of your voice through your chest, he wanted every bit of your attention directed at him. for once in his life, he didn't just want to touch — he wanted to hold.

"renjun…" he whispered, voice reverent and hushed like he was in a church. "i'm in love."

"um…renjun left an hour ago…?" jaemin shifts uncomfortably on the sofa, leaning over haechan and waving his hand in front of his face. "i've been talking to you for the past 10 minutes about next week's hockey game…"

absentmindedly, haechan grabs jaemin's wrist and pulls his hand away from his face, eyes still focused on the way you storm towards the kitchen. "okay renjun."

he sees you walk out, a fresh drink in one hand, the other arm hooked around some guy who he's now forced to acknowledge. but he's nothing compared to haechan, and haechan knows if he tries, if he could just walk over to you, talk to you, get to know you…

"haechan, no." and now mark has swooped into his vision, what was he doing here? grabbing him by the shoulders, mark speaks loudly and slowly to haechan, as if he was scolding a very small toddler. "she has a boyfriend."

who? "um…" his brain skids through potential responses, but he can't make sense of anything mark is saying. "sorry to hear that…" he mumbles.

"this is not the time to be snarky."

where were you now? eyes searching for you over mark's shoulders, he tries to keep up with the conversation. "if you say so, mark."

"jaemin, what's wrong with him? is he drunk?"

"i'm fine, mark–" impassioned, he grabs mark by the forearms, catching him off guard. haechan stumbles to his feet, patting his pockets for his phone, so he can save your number when he gets it, eyes sweeping the room again and finally spotting you as you step into a corridor leading off from the living room. even though his legs just aren't moving, his heart thunders in his chest in a way it hadn't for a long time, a thrum he couldn't keep up with.

his stomach twists when he realises there’s only one explanation for how he feels towards you, as if he was on a rollercoaster about to tip over — a messy tangle of nerves and excitement all at once.

"mark, i think i've found the one."

"i can't believe i really get to hold you like this…" he murmured, in awe.

haechan said something along these lines practically every time you cuddled in the evenings, and the words never faded in their sweetness. lost in his own thoughts, he stroked your hair with slightly shaky hands, and placed a gentle kiss to your temple. "i keep thinking i'm going to blink, and then the next second you'll be yelling at me again…"

you feel a twinge of guilt, and you're just about to apologize when —

"…but also, i kind of miss that too…"

there it was.

"do you want me to pretend to get mad at you?" you suggest, smiling a little as you climb on top of him. there's something reverent in the way he tilts his head up, never breaking eye contact as his hands instinctively come up to grip your waist and steady you. "or you could make me mad on purpose?"

"wouldn't be the first time…" he mumbles, the familiar cloudy look making its way into his irises, his gaze now unfocused and dazed as his eyes flick up and down your body.

"really?"

he nods. "never actually deleted our project, didn't actually submit a draft for the final assignment, didn't really lose your underwear…"

a laugh rises up in your throat, half part incredulous and the other hopelessly endeared.

"if you want me to be rough with you, next time, just ask me," you promise him, patting him on the chest lightly.

"i mean…i keep thinking i want you to get mad at me, so we can fuck like we used to…" he scrunches his nose in thought, lowering his gaze. “but i just… there’s just…”

"but…?"

"but also i really like making love to you," he whispers. "i love it so much, and i feel like, because we're at the start of our relationship it means more.” holding your hands in his now, he gives them a light squeeze. “and i don’t want to ruin that, you know?”

your breath hitches in your throat, and all of a sudden you don’t know what to say.

"does that make sense?" he asks, softly. "did i say something wrong?"

“haechan….” you’re convinced your heart has melted in your chest, tears threatening to fall from your lashes from how raw and intimate he could be with his words. love was so easy to him, and he showed you time and time again that he wouldn’t change. “i love you so-”

“- so should we try shower sex?”

you're speechless.

"from your lack of response, i'm guessing no… but-!" eagerly, he picks up his laptop from the side table, and holds it up so you can see the screen, covering his face all except for the puppy-eyes he's giving you. "look! having shower sex twice a week can reduce the risk of heart diseases by 50%!"

"haechan…"

"we have to do it!" he's so excited he drops his laptop on the bed to hold your hands in his, rubbing your fingers gently as he bounces with excitement. "so we don't get heart disease!"

"i don't think…"

"it also increases mindfulness because it engages all 5 of your senses…" he continues, words coming out in a rehearsed rush, and you can tell he's been researching this topic for a while. "didn't you tell me i should try being more mindful?"

"i kind of meant it more like mindful of your surroundings…" you frown a little. "you still bump into people almost every time we turn a corner on the street…"

"see, we just said the exact same thing," he breathes. "please?"

and although you think you should be desensitized to him already, it still catches you off guard when he sits up to lean in closer. the swell of his lips, the flush shining on the tip of his nose and dusting his cheeks whenever he got excited. it shouldn't affect you, the lights reflected in his eyes, the way they're misty for god knows what reason, and the knowledge that if you asked why, his answer would be that it's because he loves you, so so much.

"haechan…"

"i'll be really gentle…" he says, softly. rubbing hesitant circles on your bare waist with his thumb, he dips his head a little to hold your gaze. "i promise. i'll take care of you."

the words go straight to your gut, a sharp sting ringing high in your nose bridge as you feel a slight prickle of tears in your eyes. he's still looking at you with those eyes you fell for, gentle and patient, the same voice that always soothed and comforted you, with an undertone of fierce devotion that you craved.

melting into his arms, you tuck your head into the curve of his neck. your voice is shaky when you speak. "i'm about to cry," you grumble. "and we're just talking about shower sex."

his laugh vibrates against your chest — the sound is warm, and it feels like home. "i'll take care of you," he repeats in a whisper, lips pressed against your hair.

it really is every bit as sweet as he promised, when you find yourself pressed against the shower wall, strong arms lifting you up as he kisses you fiercely.

"is this okay?" he murmurs, rutting against your core in rough pulses. "this way you don't have to focus on not slipping…"

"yeah…" you gasp as he pushes you against the wall again, adjusting his grip on your thighs. the muscles in his arms tense, and the veins leading down to his fingertips are prominent under his skin. it's so unbelievably hot, the way his chest heaves with need, the soft whine in his breath as the tip of his cock catches against your entrance.

"i can't wait," he blurts out, forehead pressing against yours as he rubs his cock against your wetness again, the blunt tip nudging against your clit and making you cling onto him tighter. "do you want me to prep you some more or… or can i…"

you shake your head. "want you now," you tilt your head to kiss him and he surges towards you eagerly, suckling on your bottom lip hard, desperation heavy in the way he licks into your mouth.

"i'm sorry, i love you, i'm sorry, you're so good to me…" he murmurs, pushing into you with a stretch that makes you tense. his hand soothes down your back, and he shifts you against the wall again. "fuck, i'm sorry baby, just a bit more…" your walls are tight and warm around him, sucking him in as he tries not to buck his hips into you, trying to be as gentle as he promised, mumbling apologies into your skin.

the steam of the shower coiling around your skin and the feeling of being filled up by your boyfriend was almost too much to bear. thighs clamping around him, your mouth falls open as you grip onto his neck for support, fingers curling around the hair at the nape of his neck. and now he's whimpering, his hips jerking forward and suddenly you're taking all of him, filled to the brim by his thick cock.

murmuring another apology, he licks shyly at your neck and presses a kiss to your sweet spot, marking your skin. his nose bumping against the curve of your neck making your heartbeat race, a sweetness you can't quite explain.

"haechan, please move-"

"i…" he swallows, lifting his head to face you. his pupils are blown out, his voice dropping an octave as his fingers tentatively stroke the side of your thigh. "fuck, baby, you have to relax."

"i can't if you don't move-"

"i'm gonna cum if you keep squeezing around me like this," he admits, a small whimper escaping from the back of his throat when you only clench around him harder from his words. "please…" he freckles kisses down your throat, hand rubbing soothingly up your lower back as he pins you to the wall with his hips. slowly, you begin to relax into your position, his touch comforting you and slowing your heart rate down.

"good girl," he praises, softly, with a kiss on your nose.

your heart soars.

he pushes forward, slowly setting a rhythm as he angles his hips deeper, closing his eyes as he melts into the feeling. his tip presses against a spot which makes you whimper, each vein and ridge of his length dragging against your walls and pushing you closer to the edge. your clit aches at the feeling of being stretched out, and you reluctantly take one hand off his shoulders to rub yourself with careful fingers. his hips stutter as you tighten around him again with your own movements, and it only spurs him on to chase both your highs faster.

you start sliding down the wall, smooth tiles warm against your back from the water, but he's too far gone to care – shoving you carelessly higher as he thrusts harshly into you, eyes fluttering open to see the way your tits bounce from his movements, water droplets running down your curves and almost bringing tears to his eyes.

"i wanna touch," his sounds rising in pitch, scratchy moans broken up by jumbled words and curses. "more, want more…" he jerks away one of his hands holding you up to palm at your chest, but you start to slip and he's forced to hold you up again. he's so frustrated he's half groaning, half begging. "please cum, want you to cum on me…"

you can't help the laugh that bubbles from your throat. "are you begging?"

"YES-" he moans, loudly, the sound echoing through the bathroom, booming against the backdrop of running water.

you laugh again, the hand slick at your clit sliding over to his mouth, tips of your fingers brushing his soft lips, and then he's cumming, warm and hot inside you, hips relentless as he all but fucks you into the wall, hands cushioning your hips yet gripping you in a way that would leave bruises of their own. the feeling of his cock throbbing inside you making you cum as well, thighs wrapping around his waist like a vice, body hypersensitive, feeling every single rivulet of water running down your skin.

it's a while before you both drift back to the present moment, as he seems frozen in his position, chest heaving and eyes unfocused.

as he lets you slide down to stand on your own two feet, his arms still holding you slumped against him, he groans low in his chest.

"next time, we're doing this in the tub."

part of being with haechan is getting to know his friends, which is why you're currently sitting in between haechan's legs, in a circle with them around a monopoly board as renjun complains about for what feels like the thousandth time.

"this is so unfair," renjun grumbles, as he shoves a few paper bills in haechan's direction, crumpling them in the process.

"the rent is $200. you only gave me $10."

"i don't HAVE $200–"

"then drink." haechan pushes the bottle towards him. "one shot for every $50 you owe me," he reminds him, smiling triumphantly.

it was something jaemin and haechan had thought up together. a drinking game infused with monopoly, where no players would ever go bankrupt, as long as they kept drinking for the money they owed.

as well as a shot whenever you passed go, whenever you bought a property, and a dozen other random rules designed to make everyone pass out before the night ended.

"haechan always wins," renjun jabs a finger at him accusatorily. "because he always gets y/n's help when the game starts —"

"how is it my fault for having a smart girlfriend?"

"if anything," jaemin chimes in, more for the fun of it than the actual argument. "you should pass her around each round, so we all get one chance at winning."

haechan narrows his eyes, brows furrowed in suspicion. "is that a double entrée?"

"you mean double entendre," you mutter.

"yeah, what she said."

"you two need to relax," jaemin waves a hand in the air, dismissively. "no one wants to fuck your girlfriend."

"why not?"

"you're impossible."

"but –" renjun hiccups, finishing the last of the soju. "it's also unfair that the more haechan drinks, the more rational he becomes. why do we still play drinking games with him? if we played monopoly sober—"

haechan boos him vehemently, and jaemin joins in happily, switching sides in a heartbeat.

"- haechan wouldn't stand a chance. he'd still be asking me what direction you went in on the board–"

"that was my first time," he mumbles, self-consciously. you pat him on the shoulder, soothingly, and he takes the opportunity of renjun now yelling at jaemin, to study your face, brushing your hair away from your eyes.

"are you okay? do you want some water?"

your pause before answering is all he needs. truthfully, you tapped out after the third time haechan passed go, letting him take the reins as the excessive alcohol miraculously cleared his head. the more you drank, the more you craved skin-on-skin contact with him, getting spacey and quiet. haechan loved it, feeling you pliant and a little needy in his arms, but it worried him just as much when you couldn't bicker back and forth with him.

helping you to your feet, he hooks his arm in yours and shuffles towards the kitchen, not even bothering to wave to jaemin and renjun, who were at that point heatedly dividing their assets over the game board.

haechan pours a cup of water for you, his hands moving sure and steady under the fluorescent lights as he holds it up to your lips. you reach out to hold it yourself, but he stops you with a hum, tilting it up to your lips.

"i don't want you to drop it," he says, fondly. "take a sip?"

feeling shy under his gaze, you drink carefully, dribbling some onto your chin when he lifts the cup too early.

"messy baby," he teases, softly, his thumb brushing your lips as he wipes your chin carefully.

now you're sure the feeling in your stomach is not nausea from the alcohol, but the need to have your boyfriend pressed up against you right that second. a whine rises from the back of your throat – a habit you'd picked up from him, and you bury your face in his chest, making him laugh. the sound is deeper and warmer than you'd ever heard it, buzzing against your ear and making your chest fill with butterflies. you've never seen him like this. something authoritative in the way he guides you towards the kitchen counter, coaxing you to take another sip of water as he looks at you lovingly.

"you should go to bed soon." sliding his phone out from his back pocket, he flashes his lockscreen at you – a photo of the two of you, taken on jaemin's film camera.

distracted, you blink up at him. "why?"

"you have that essay due tomorrow?" mindlessly drawing circles on your waist, he looks deep into your eyes, hoping you're really listening. "you told me you were almost done, but i know you always manage to find some way to make it more complicated…and your proofreading always takes hours…"

it's a little hot, how clear-headed and coherent he was being, in the dead of night after rounds and rounds of drinks. fuck that, it was making you feel dizzy, the way he slid his palm onto your forehead to check your temperature when you don't respond.

"baby? are you with me?"

"renjun was right…this is so unfair," you mumble. "did you secretly stay sober or something?"

"i'm hammered, actually." smiling, he takes his own sip of water from the cup. "can't you tell?" there's something tender in that moment, as the tip of his nose brushes against yours, as he pulls you closer and you can smell his fabric softener on the oversized shirt he's wearing. the faint perfume he wears fills your senses, and he smells so good, and his arms are so firm around you…

"haechan," you're a little breathless. "i need you."

"what?"

your hands fumble with his shirt, sliding underneath it to touch the bare skin of his waist, and he sucks in a sharp breath.

"fuck." he lowers his head, eyes closing as he takes a shuddering breath. "not right now, baby."

"i know, i mean when they leave –"

"i mean not today. not while you're this drunk, i'm sorry –" at the look on your face, he presses a quick kiss to both your cheeks, your forehead, the tip of your nose and finally your mouth. "i'm sorry," he repeats, softly. "it doesn't feel right."

"i thought you wanted –"

"trust me, i do…" he bites his lip, and now he takes a step away from you, trying not to let the feeling of you in his arms affect his judgement. "you have no idea how much i want to."

"so –"

"but not like this," he says, firmly. "i don't think we're ready for it right now. hey –" you're pulling away from him too, now trying to leave the kitchen. "i'm still going to help you take off your makeup and get undressed —"

"yeah?"

"and then we're going to go to bed." he pleads with you with his eyes. "i'll do everything with you in the morning, after you're done with your assignment, okay?"

a beat.

"y/n…" sternly, he tilts your chin up to look him in the eye, and it makes you shrink a little, but god it makes you want him more. "okay?"

sullen, you nod.

"use your words."

fuck. "okay," you breathe, meekly, even though every impulse in your body is making you want to pull his body into yours. somewhere in the haze of your mind, you still can't shake the way his broad shoulders look under the light as he guides you out of the kitchen, your hand held tightly in his.

the gentle morning light and the silence of your apartment is comforting, as you sip your drink and wait for the pain in your head to subside.

after haechan had rejected you, he had kicked out renjun and jaemin, bringing you to bed immediately. wiping your skin with makeup wipes, and kissing you to ward you off as your hands kept wandering to him was probably the most torture you had ever put him through. you almost felt bad when you realised you truly couldn't spend time with him today either, your mind clearing and focusing on the assignment that haechan rightly pointed out you still had to complete.

so when he slinks into the kitchen and wraps his arms around you, you lean into his touch instinctively, curving your body into his.

it's also why his sudden gasp makes you jump.

"what–"

"angel…" he's starry-eyed, voice hushed and reverent as he gently brushes the underside of your boobs with his fingers. "are you not wearing anything under this shirt?"

it was as if the him from last night had completely evaporated. "um, yeah…"

"did i do something good?" his big hands shamelessly cup your breasts, squeezing them together as he sighs. "is this a reward?"

"i mean…you were really responsible last night…"

hopping up happily against the kitchen counter and sandwiching you between his legs, he kisses you on the mouth sweetly, barely able to contain his smile. "i love you," he whispers against your lips, hands roaming up your shirt and teasing over your nipples. "we're going to have so much fun today."

"about that…" you place your hands over his own through your shirt, halting his movements. "you can't fuck me today, i'm sorry."

he lets out a dramatic, betrayed gasp, heart-shaped lips parting and eyes glistening with hurt. "why would you say that?"

you blink. "because it's true…?"

"are you…are you finally sick of me…?" his hands drop from under your shirt, tracing a sad circle with his fingertip on his toned thighs. "of my cock?"

"haechan, it's 8 in the morning."

"is it your vibrator? has it replaced me?"

"this has nothing to do with you —"

"YOU'RE FUCKING RENJUN?"

you wind your fingers into his hair and tug, harshly.

it's not your favorite trick, you admit, because the reaction was always 50/50. he would get either even more distracted, or focus up and listen to you — even if for the purpose of discerning when you would be down to fuck next.

today he lets out a quiet moan, head falling to your shoulder as his hands find your chest again.

"first the shirt, now this —" he mumbles, gloomily. "you're evil."

"i'm busy." you push at his shoulders so he'll straighten up and face you, but his face is still resolutely nuzzled against your neck.

"you're always busy," he bites back, frustrated. "last week, and the week before that, and the week before that."

"yeah, because i go to college?" you remind him. "and you do too?"

"but can you really not spare 20 minutes?" he whines, lifting his head to look at you with hurt eyes.

there's a pause, as he takes a deep breath.

"i'm sorry —"

"no, it's okay," he mumbles. "i shouldn't be pressuring you." biting his lip, he leans in again, resting his weight on yours.

"how long will you be gone today?" he asks, quietly.

"i'll be staying at home," you comfort him.

"i can keep you company," he says, quickly.

"haechan –"

"i won't even distract you," he continues, his words a sharp contrast from how his pouty lips brushed your skin, casually starting to pepper kisses under your jaw. his voice dips low when he adds, "i can be good."

"right." your focus has been ripped to shreds as his movements grow more needy, his touches on your chest making you arch into him for more. when his thumb circles your nipple, teeth biting down gently on the sweet spot on your neck, you can't help letting out a whimper, slumping against him just slightly as your knees start to feel weak.

he laughs at that, finally straightening and pulling away from you.

"yeah," he says, proudly. "there's no way you're sick of me and my cock."

a few hours later, all his bravado had completely melted away, the signature whine coming back to his voice.

"not done? still?"

"you're stressing me out."

behind you, the boy lets out a wounded sound. "but i even got you those resources from the library…"

"those were really helpful," you concede. you didn't know he had it in him, but apparently all the sessions you'd spent together in the library really paid off. "i just have a bit more to write."

the first hour, he'd been content with lying on the bed and watching you work at your desk. the second hour, he moved the whole desk closer to the bed, – almost breaking a lamp in the process –, so he could hold your hand and play with your fingers when you were scrolling through research articles.

he dozed off when you had to type – a hand splayed firmly on your thigh, and when he woke up, eagerly pulling you towards the bed and hands already teasing under your waistband, you had quickly asked him if he could go to the library to get you a book that could help.

which led you to where you sat now, between his spread legs in front of the coffee table, his hands holding your boobs as you struggled through your last few paragraphs.

"i'll wait," he says, softly, arms now falling to your waist as he pulls you in for a hug. you lean back on his chest, but you're surprised when he starts to stand, untangling himself from you and gently placing a pillow behind your back for support.

you feel a little pathetic when you ask, "where are you going…?"

"i don't want to distract you, baby." he squats down and places a kiss on your cheek, his other hand caressing your face. "i'll wait for you in our room, okay?"

"okay…" you say, watching him shuffle to the bedroom, feeling that the room lost a bit of its energy.

without haechan, you can focus a lot better, and you almost guiltily speed past the rest of your project, feeling bad for neglecting him. you don't even bother to check your writing again as you're submitting it, all your thoughts now concentrated on your boyfriend, alone in his room, waiting patiently for you to spend time with him.

placing your laptop on the table, you make your way down the hallway, thinking about maybe being extra sweet to haechan as a thank you for being so supportive today, when your footsteps falter and you stop just outside your bedroom.

because seeping out of the door are sounds of crying, choked sobs and whimpers of your name muffled but unmistakable.

was he that upset? the forlorn expression on his face resurfaces his mind, the way his voice went quiet, how he begged that he could be good for you. maybe it wouldn't have hurt to indulge him a little in the morning — judging from the time now, you still probably would have made your deadline.

"haechan?" you knock, hesitantly, but there's no reply, only a low, pained sound of…frustration? sadness? it worries you, so you push open the door gently, eyes immediately darting to the bed where he lays on the sheets.

and you freeze.

because unlike the weepy, sad, haechan you had imagined, you're faced with something completely different – haechan, shirtless, leaning against the headboard, his legs twitching on the bed as he strokes his cock fast, hips bucking up into his fist as he throws his head back and moans loudly, cum splattered over his bare torso telling you he was overstimulating himself, again.

for how well you know him, you really should have seen this coming.

"i'm sorry, baby," he whimpers, hand still moving slowly despite being caught, and you can see how red he is all over — flushed cheeks and ears, the tip of his cock peeking out from his hand. "i wanted to be good for you, but i just- couldn't- wait…"

crossing over to the bed, you sit by his side and look him in the eyes, his hand speeding up as he pants, looking back at you.

"you like me that much? that you could cum just from thinking about me?"

"yeah," he moans, his other hand now teasing his own nipple, pinching it and rolling it with his fingers. "c-can cum just from, looking at you, even if you're not d-doing anything…"

"then you don't need me now, right?"

"no –!" his clean hand darts out to grab onto your wrist, his other halting and squeezing the base of his cock, trying not to cum. "please, i need you so bad, want you to help me…"

you sigh, pulling away from him. "i don't know, i'm not really in the mood right now," you lie.

"please," he begs, trying to shuffle closer to you, but you back away. "i need to be inside you right now…"

"but i'm still sore from last time. it hurts." you try to act like none of this is getting to you, but it's way too difficult, especially when haechan finally manages to kiss your neck, shuddering against you as his other hand gives a careful stroke.

"what about just the tip?" he pleads, voice small.

you roll your eyes. "as if you could be satisfied with just the tip –"

"i'll be good…" he whines, softly. "just the tip, okay? just really need to feel you right now…it'll just be a bit of a stretch…"

"you won't bottom out?"

"no," he shifts uncomfortably, his hand squeezing tighter around the base as the thought of being in you, even just the tip, brings him closer to cumming than he would like. "i'll fuck you with just the tip, i promise."

you barely give him the okay before he's tugging impatiently at the waistband of your barely-there shorts and panties, groaning loudly when his fingers drag through your folds.

"you're killing me," he pants, shaky fingers rubbing your clit. "i'm gonna make you cum first, okay?"

"just-" you try to keep your voice level, but when he slips a finger into your hole, your body crumples against his. "just make me cum on your cock –"

"baby, i want to…" his lips are soft against yours, as he consoles you with short kisses. "but i might cum way too fast if i fuck you right now."

"with just the tip," you remind him, biting back a moan when he slips in a second finger and starts making scissoring motions.

"yeah, you want to be stretched out, hm?" he smiles when he feels you clench tighter around his fingers. "you don't mind if i don't fill you up?"

internally, you start to curse yourself, because fuck you do want him to fill you up. "i don't mind…" you say, weakly, focusing instead on the way he was circling your clit as he crooks his fingers against your walls.

"so warm and tight," he groans. "you're close, right?"

"yes–"

his movements on your clit speed up and your hips buck into his hand, grinding against his fingers. "fuck, that's so hot." his lips wrap around your nipple through your shirt, and you moan as he sucks wetly, lips brushing your chest as he speaks. "you look so pretty riding my fingers, baby."

you tumble headfirst into your orgasm, body shuddering against his when he applies a sinful pressure against your clit, the way he looked up at you through half-lidded eyes too much to bear. he pulls his fingers out from between your legs, immediately sticking them in his mouth and sighing at the taste, his other hand caressing your hip soothingly.

"lay down for me," he coaxes, touch gentle as he maneuvers your legs around his waist. running the tip of his cock through your soaked cunt, he lets out a shaky moan, tones rising dizzyingly higher as he presses against your entrance.

"haechan…" you plead, as he nudges your clit with his cock, making your hips jolt.

he reaches out to squeeze your hand. "i'm right here," he murmurs, kissing your fingertips lightly as he brushes your hole with the pink head of his cock. his words make your chest flutter in a way that has nothing to do with the ache between your legs. "i'm here," he repeats, softly, as he slowly slips the bulbous tip of his cock into you, and you can feel yourself clench tight around him, sucking him in further despite his efforts to pull out.

"can you cum like this?" his tone is still soft as he reaches to rub your clit, applying light pressure, fingers slipping from how wet you were. "because, i think i can cum like this, feels so sensitive…" he wags his hips a few times, feeling the head of his cock move inside you, and he moans weakly. "is this what you wanted, baby?"

your legs clamp tight around his waist, trying not to move your own hips, focusing on his shallow thrusts and the slight pain of the stretch. in truth, you wanted him to push deeper into you, craving both the way his thick cock always made you feel full, and the feeling of him pressing you into the bed under his weight. you just had to hold out until he started begging for more.

"feels so good, haechan," you praise, and he flushes, rubbing your clit even faster as he moves against you.

"you don't-" he pants. "are you sure you don't want more? you're okay with this?" his voice sounds almost hopeful.

you nod again, tugging him towards you for a kiss, the slight shift in his position making his cock slide deeper into you. he moans low against your lips, breaking away quickly and pulling out entirely. "fuck, sorry–"

but then he's shoving himself back into you roughly, going past the tip and sinking deep into your cunt as he lets out a satisfied groan, and you can feel his hips flush against yours as he covers you with his body. kissing you harshly, his tongue strokes the roof of your mouth as he moans again, hips now thrusting fast into yours, wet sounds filling the room as he pushes deep into you each time.

"haechan!"

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry," he gasps, although his hips are relentless against yours, hands pushing your thighs up so he can reach deeper into you, "i couldn't, you're so fucking wet and tight and warm –" you can feel him throb inside you as he fucks you, riled up by his own thoughts. "wanted to feel you all over me…"

his angles his hips again, searching for your soft spot, holding your body tight against his. when he feels you tighten around him, back arching and nipples brushing against his in a way that makes electricity run down his spine, he bucks into you, your sounds in his ear telling him you were reaching your high.

after being teased with his tip, you much appreciated the feeling of him being sheathed deep inside you, his cock nudging your sweet spot and making you clench harder around him each time. when his fingers find your clit again, it only takes a few seconds before you're cumming hard around him, feeling slick on your thighs with the force of your orgasm. seeing your cum form rings of white on his cock makes him whimper, and your lips brushing against his skin is all it takes for him to cum too, soaking your walls and making you hiss at the sensitivity.

you lie there for a moment, basking in the feeling of him lying against you, feeling too tired and filthy to move. stroking his back tenderly, you notice his breathing doesn't even out as it usually does, and when you feel hot tears on your shoulder you jolt, alarmed.

"haechan, what's wrong?"

"did i hurt you?" he sniffles, lifting his weight off of you so he could check on your body. "i'm sorry, i know i promised just the tip, you said you were sore…"

your heart flutters in your chest as he pulls out, wiping between your legs gently with his shirt even as tears run down his cheeks. "i d-didn't mean to hurt you…" he breathes. he closes your legs carefully, before running his hands over your thighs. "are you okay? please say you're okay…"

"haechan, i'm fine, really," you sit up to reach him, but he quickly stops you, laying a hand on your shoulder.

"you should rest-"

"haechan i was just…" you place your hand over his, intertwining your fingers in a reassuring manner. "i was just teasing. i wasn't actually sore."

a sniffle. "really?"

"yes, of course –" you squeeze his hand. "thank you for taking care of me."

it takes a little more reassurance and a lot of kissing to get him to smile, as he prepares a hot bath for you, skidding off to the kitchen to make something for dinner. you eat dinner while cuddling with him in front of the television, your legs in his lap as he pours wine for the both of you, the glasses he bought to 'look smarter when i'm with you' slipping down his nose as he focuses his gaze on your lips for a little too long, watching your tongue dart out as you taste the wine.

it's times like these – with his arms around your waist and his eyes never leaving yours as you tell him the most trivial thing about your day, — where you cannot imagine ever living a life before you were loved by him, and the very thought of a universe where the two of you couldn't speak to each other was enough to make your breath catch in your throat, and make your chest feel tight.

"you okay?" he takes the wine glass from your hand, brushing his lips against yours softly. only haechan would think that kissing you would be a way to get you to focus.

"i'm thinking too much," you admit, leaning into him and pressing your cheek against his.

"about…?" a kiss on your nose.

when you looked at him again, your worries did seem to fall away. it didn't ever seem possible that he would fall out of love with you, or even think about replacing you, what with the way he was holding you so carefully, eyes doing that deep dive into your own that always left you feeling naked and vulnerable.

"i hate it when i can't read your mind," he murmurs, a little sadly. "i wish i had some way of knowing the right thing to do, all the time, whenever it comes to you."

"i think you do," you say, softly, meaning every syllable of it.

"okay…." he tilts his head to the side, thinking hard, lips jutting out into a sweet pout. "i think the right thing to do now…because you're overthinking things…"

you encourage him with a hum. "maybe we can make some tea –"

" — i think i should fuck you stupid."

a pause.

"haechan…"

"yeah i know, my idea is better."

and scooping you up into his arms, he carries you, laughing, all the way to the bedroom, and you can admit that after that things do start to get a little blurry, your mind filled with nothing but him, and him, and him.

but haechan makes you feel so loved, that you almost forget the whole world is in love with him too.

it's equal parts of annoyance and jealousy that stings at your chest when you see haechan surrounded at the back of the lecture hall, a group of girls forming a circle around him as he sits on the table, showing them something on his phone and kicking his feet restlessly like a little kid. was he giving them his number?

"it's been like this every time i've picked him up from this lecture this past two weeks," you mutter to renjun.

"ooh, i wonder how many of them he's slept with…" he muses at your side, his tone way too cheery. he had followed you as you made your way to pick haechan up from class, wanting to ask him something about the party happening that evening. "i think i recognise a few of them…"

"renjun, i hope you know that i don't trust you. at all."

"but i'm his best friend-"

"you told me to pull on his hair to shut him up and he moaned-"

"and look where you are now," he folds his arms triumphantly, a smug smile on his face. "happily celebrating your 2nd month with him."

"to think that all i asked for was advice on how to shut him up," you mumble, but you still feel a warm glow in the tips of your fingers anyway. you always do, when you're reminded of how far you've come with haechan.

a loud chorus of cooing and giggling comes from the corner of the hall, and you're sharply brought back to the present moment.

"renjun…" you hesitate, wondering if it's exactly right to be asking this. "has haechan really…um…"

"fucked a lot of girls?" renjun finishes your question. "how else do you think he gets so good at it?"

your skin feels hot. "oh."

renjun looks at you knowingly. "don't compare yourself to them, you know he doesn't do that."

"doesn't he…?" you wonder out loud. the girls surrounding haechan were in a league of their own, pretty and confident in all the ways you weren't. you had never quite been with someone like haechan before, someone so well-known on campus, and in turn knew everyone's names and faces. you wanted to believe your differences were something sweet, an opposites attract situation where you always brought the balance he needed and could feel safe in, but a part of you would always wonder about whether he would ever get tired of it.

"he hasn't talked about any other girl, past or present, since he's met you," renjun reassures, softly. "he really thinks you're the one."

you think about haechan now, and you try to imagine how it would be like with someone else — his world revolving around them, the look of adoration in his eyes. it gives you a bitter taste in your mouth with how easy it is to imagine. "has he really never thought that about anyone else before?"

renjun takes a moment to think. "if he has, he hasn't told us."

and if you were honest with yourself, you don't know if that's enough to ease your mind.

"well, i was thinking i would get this…"

a loud chorus of nos erupts all around him, and he furrows his brow, a pout forming on his lips.

"why not?"

"it's a bracelet that's meant to lock in your love," karina warns.

"so?"

"it's possessive and claiming," karina advises, and the girls around her nod in agreement. "it's like a message saying – 'you're going to be with me forever-'"

"but i am going to be with her forever…" he protests, and a wave of awws coo all around him. forlorn, he looks back down at the photo of the cartier love bracelet he has saved in an album of gifts he was thinking of buying you. he hadn't even gotten to ask the girls about which color would match your skin tone before they had collectively agreed the bracelet wasn't a good idea.

"haechan, it's 7 thousand dollars…"

"she's worth it," he mumbles, the answer coming to him like it was common sense. "i'll get a job…i can always earn it back…"

"why don't you get her something she's mentioned?" giselle suggests. "like perfume she likes, or a book, or…"

"i don't want to just get her…a book," he huffs. "i want to get her something she can wear all the time, and everytime she looks at it she'll think of me."

"really?" she presses. "or do you just want her to show everyone she's yours?"

"i mean, yeah-" he runs his hand through his hair, shaking it roughly to clear his head. "i mean, maybe? i don't know…"

another round of cooing starts up, as the girls lean in a little closer, patting him on the back or placing a comforting hand on his arm.

"i guess i've been feeling like i want her attention…maybe…" he kicks his feet in the air frustratedly.

"you should talk to her," winter suggests. "aren't you the one who's always talking about open communication?"

"i love communication," he mopes. "but when i'm with her i get scared…i get so scared of losing her i don't know what to say…"

some of the girls clutch at their hearts, others pulling him into hugs.

"thank you guys…" he says, earnestly. "i'll think about your advice…"

"ready to go?"

he jolts at your voice, back straightening and head whipping around to face you.

"hi!" he blurts out, a little flustered and giddy. "yeah, i'm ready…" he grabs a bunch of papers from beside him and shoves them into his bag haphazardly, slinging one strap over his shoulder as he plucks your laptop from your hands, carrying it for you like he always does.

"say goodbye to everyone, haechan." he thinks he catches something in your tone – you're trying to keep it light, but something sounds off.

"byebye girls-" he mumbles, obediently, hopping off the table and standing next to you. when the chorus of goodbyes echoes back, he thinks you walk just a little bit faster, making it harder for him to loop his free arm around your shoulder…

it worries him.

"you're coming to the party later right?"

you push open the door with a bit too much force, and he shouldn't be distracted, shouldn't be deterred from his mission to find you the perfect gift and figure out why you were upset, but his thoughts flood with the image of you pushing him around too — and it's like he can feel your touch, the way he imagines it, heavy and warm against his chest.

it's like he's underwater, as you reply a curt "yes" to his question, because he wants you to shove him against a wall and push him, hard, until he's breathless. you're walking, back to your apartment he presumes, eyes fixed on the road ahead and the way you're blatantly ignoring him also makes his heart hammer fast. he wonders what things he can get away with as you ignore him, wonders if you'll ever let him touch you while you're on your phone, or-

"- get ready at my place?"

what?

you've stopped walking. your hands are crossed over your chest.

"so? do you want to come?"

cum?

"yes please," he breathes. "i mean, if you want me to, but i also want you to cum…"

"come where?"

cum where? holy fuck.

"on my face" he answers, eagerly. "we haven't done that in ages —"

his face falls when it registers that the groan you let out is out of frustration, and not the sound he usually hears ringing in his ears when he curls his fingers just right.

"haechan, focus." you grip him by the shoulders, choosing to ignore the fact that giving him commands was always a surefire way to get him to lose focus. "do you want to come home with me as i get ready for the party? or do you want to go help your friends set up?"

"with you," he says, quickly.

"the party starts in 30 minutes, i don't think we'll have time to do…" you wave your hand haphazardly. "whatever you're thinking of."

"sit on my face?"

"yeah, that."

whining, he links his arm into yours as you cross the street together. "is this becoming a theme in our relationship? you telling me we don't have time and us just fucking anyway?"

"uh…"

"is it like…your kink? because it's really annoying," he fishes out the keycard to your apartment complex, clumsily tapping it against the sensor and failing to unlock the door in his frustration, shoving against it far too hard and making the glass shake. "ah, fuck–"

"i'll do it," you brush past him, taking the keycard from his hand. "calm down, please, haechan."

"it's not just about fucking," his voice is rough. "okay, well, this thing with you ignoring me, it's growing on me i'll admit. i can see us doing something with that in the future –" he's talking way too loudly about this in the lift lobby, urgency in his tone making his voice ring in the space. "but i also need to feel like you want me around, you know?"

"of course i want you around." you blink, surprised. your voice softens when you cup his face in your hands, forcing him to look at your face. "are you serious? is that what you really think?"

"i dunno…" the question 'do you just want to show everyone she's yours?' echoes around in his head, and he winces at the thought of it, possessive and needy. he tries to backtrack, mumbling out, "i don't know why i said that."

you bite your lip. something was off with him. you were both worried about things you couldn't articulate quite yet, and you knew everything would work out if you just talked about it and came up with ways to reassure each other.

and usually he was the first one to sit you down and get you talking about what was on your mind (like the time you were upset he kept staying up gaming), or communicate his own thoughts no matter how jumbled (like the time he was convinced your ex was cursing your relationship with 'bad vibes').

but today he's quiet all of a sudden, wide-eyes staring up at yours hesitantly, and it hurts.

"okay," you say, softly, letting go of his face.

"what?"

"okay," you repeat, stepping into the elevator. "when you're ready to talk about it, you can let me know." holding open the elevator doors with one hand, you're even more confused when haechan takes a step back, hands shoved deeply into his pockets as he looks up at you.

"i'll go help set up the party…" he watches your brow furrow, and hastens to add, "if that's okay?"

and even though all your instincts are telling you to coddle him, to beg him to tell you what's wrong and to kiss the pout off his face, you nod and step back into the lift.

"yeah, i'll see you later."

it's pathetic how much you miss him once the lift doors close.

when you arrive at the party, haechan is nowhere to be seen, something renjun is very angry about. you end on the balcony with jaemin, half part ensuring he doesn't do anything impulsive, and the other part…

"so you're jealous because haechan knows many beautiful, confident, and smart women who he could easily replace you with?"

jaemin was just coherent enough to give sound advice, and just tipsy enough to be very blunt about it.

"so you think it's a valid concern?" you press.

"you know what, when he gets here…" jaemin pauses, swishing the contents around in his cup contemplatively. "ask him to take you upstairs."

"to do what?"

"fuck, obviously," he looks at you, disgusted. "is this your first day dating him?"

"why would i do that?"

"just trust me on this." he takes another sip. "do you think he'll say yes?"

"of course," you roll your eyes. "is this your first day knowing him? we were just fighting about it-" you break off, realizing you said it was a fight.

"you guys had a fight?" now jaemin sits up, interested.

"not really, i mean…" was it a fight? "something slipped out about me not spending enough time with him."

"i can see that," jaemin muses, brown hair falling over his eyes as he tilts his head this way and that. "he's always liked attention."

"but he usually loves to talk things out…today he just walked away." your voice is small, missing him again as you thought about him.

jaemin smiles, knowingly. "he's just scared."

"really?"

"yeah, i remember when he first met you –" he stops abruptly. "oh, he's here."

your head snaps up as you look through the glass doors of the balcony, and sure enough, haechan had shuffled into the living room, eyes scanning the room, before disappearing behind a crowd of people.

"what did you say to him?" jaemin marvels. "he looks so defeated."

"i didn't say anything," you mumble, guilt once again crashing through you. "i'm gonna go now, okay?"

not listening out for a reply, you slide open the doors hastily, doing a quick survey of the living room to see if he was there. your heart stops when you see him standing in a corridor off the living room, leaning against the wall in the leather jacket he knew you liked. his eyes meet yours, hesitance written all over his features, but also a kind of tenderness and warmth that was so familiar.

you make your way to him, watching as he straightens, hands reaching out for you before you've even reached the corridor, and the first thing he does is envelop you in a hug. his arms wrap around you and squeeze you tight against his chest as he rests his chin on your head, cradling you in his touch as he sways slightly.

he doesn't say a word as he gently breaks the embrace to kiss you, holding your face tenderly in his hands, palms sliding around to the back of your neck as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. his tongue slides against yours, and his fingertips tremble just a bit against your skin.

even when you break apart, he still doesn't speak just yet, eyes staring closely at yours, and you held the eye contact, feeling like he was reaching his hands into your heart as he pulls you a little closer.

"i'm sorry," he begins. "i shouldn't have walked off. i wanted to talk to you but i was afraid i would say something wrong."

"it's okay–"

"wait." he exhales. "i rehearsed this on the way here, could you forgive me a bit later?"

you feel yourself smile as you pull him into another hug, which he returns.

"now i'm just thinking about how good you smell," he mumbles into your hair, a little begrudgingly.

"it's okay if it's not rehearsed," you tell him, softly.

"but i don't want you to misunderstand," he insists. "i think recently i've been feeling like you don't really have time for me…or that i have to earn your attention…"

"haechan–"

"and it's hot sometimes," he emphasises. "but other times…"

"i'll get better at balancing things," you promise. "i miss you too, you know. when i'm always stuck at the library." he's looking at you with that starry-eyed expression again, and you wish you had just told him all of this sooner.

"is that what was bothering you?" he asks, gently.

you could just end the whole thing now, brush past the sick flutter inside your chest and tell him there was nothing else. but the thought of stepping out into the corridor and losing him to the crowd was too much to bear.

jaemin's advice flits into your head, and you grasp at it like a lifeline.

"haechan, if i asked you to go upstairs with me now, what would you say?"

"to do what?" he asks, curiosity making his eyes widen.

"you know…" feeling a little stupid, why hadn't you pressed for more information from jaemin?, you looped your fingers around his belt loops and tugged him a little closer. "so i can pay attention to you?"

"um…are you really distracted right now…?"

"to fuck, haechan."

his jaw drops and he freezes, melodramatically, for a split second.

"haechan?"

spluttering back to life, he grips onto your arms. "is everything okay?" a hand comes up and brushes your forehead, feeling for your temperature. "are you sick? do you want me to take you home?"

"haechan," exasperated, you roll your eyes and shove him a little so he backs away from you. he's still peering at you with disbelief, eyes scanning your frame, and you just know he's trying to see if your face is flushed, or if you're drunk. "stop looking at me like that," you mumble. "why are you so surprised? as if you've never fucked anyone upstairs at a party before –"

"i mean, yeah," he chokes. "but that's…that's just for fun."

"so we can't have fun?"

"no!" he screws his face up in concentration. "that's not what i mean."

"so…you don't want to take me upstairs?"

he shakes his head, firmly.

"...but you were fine with taking girls upstairs in the past?"

he exhales frustratedly, rubbing his temples, words swallowed by his pouty lips as he tries to explain. "you're… you're different to me."

"what-"

"i want everything to be perfect," he says, softly. "i can't do that in some random guy's bedroom. i want to take my time with you, and i want you to know i love you." he takes a deep breath, and his voice drops an octave when he next opens his mouth.

"i can't do that upstairs, and i've never done it with anyone else before." looking up at you through his lashes, there's a small smile on his face as his hands reach out to hold yours. "that's what you're worried about, right?"

"when did you get so eloquent?" you ask, quietly, feeling heat rise to your cheeks and light up your body with warmth.

doe eyes look at you, fascinated. "what does eloquent mean?" and then, eagerness rising in his voice, "does it mean hot? do you want me to take us home now?"

you push forward and kiss him on the lips, hands squeezing his waist and drawing a whimper from the back of his throat. working your way down to his throat, you suckle on the mole that lies just under his jaw, working your way down and drawing another choked sound from him as he realises what you're doing. he scrabbles at his shirt desperately, unbuttoning the top buttons with clumsy hands just as you finish marking his throat.

"here," he whispers, tapping at the mole on his chest, and you smile, kissing it gently. "and here –" he unbuttons his shirt a bit more, tugging at the sleeve so you can see another mole under his ribcage. "one more –"

"baby, are you going to take off all your clothes in the middle of this corridor?"

"if you kiss all of them, i will." he says, determined, hands now going to his belt buckle.

"let's just go home." when he starts to splutter in protest, hands now pulling the belt off his belt loops, you hastily take his hands in yours to stop him. "so i can see them better, okay? it's too dark here."

flushed, he nods quickly, bouncing on his toes as he does up his belt again.

"just so you can see better," he echoes, shyly.

you wake up when haechan gets back into bed.

he's washed his face and brushed his teeth, you can smell mint on his breath and freshly applied perfume when he presses a light kiss to your cheek, watching him out of your barely-open eyes. it's endlessly endearing that he cares about how he tastes and smells to you, even after months of being together.

"baby," he whispers, the familiar excitement in his tone. hands roaming your skin, he drags down the collar of your shirt with a fingertip, pressing a kiss low on your collarbone, the other rubbing indulgently over your bare stomach. "baby, are you up?"

it had been about a week since the party, and haechan and you had promised to make time for each other in the mornings, waking up a little earlier every day. sometimes you lay and talked about the day ahead, sometimes you would both agree to sleep in. and other times…

his hand slides into yours, as he presses a few more sloppy kisses to your neck, flicking his tongue against your jaw. he was extra touchy whenever he just woke, seeking your warmth under his palms and tangling his legs in yours. "baby…i need you."

lying still, you shut your eyes firmly, slowing down your breaths as if you were asleep. it's a moment before haechan gives up, placing one last kiss on your shoulder before you feel him sigh against your skin. opening your eyes just slightly, you see him lying on his back — staring at the ceiling with a pout on his face, one hand rubbing absentmindedly on your hip.

a week ago it would have been too soon, but now's the perfect time to try it as you slide your hand over to his shorts, feeling the silky smooth skin of his upper thighs as you lightly drag the fabric up.

his breath hitches. "y/n?"

keeping your eyes shut and your head turned towards the sheets, you ghost your hand over the front of his shorts, the fabric stretched around his length. tracing over the outline of his cock, you squeeze him lightly, drawing an achy moan.

"baby…" his voice is hesitant. "what are you doing?"

you resist the urge to respond, his voice and his heavy breathing the only sounds in the room, amplified in the cold morning. you hear him take another shaky breath when you slide your hand under his waistband, skin hot to touch, and grip the base of his hard cock, feeling it twitch slightly under your touch. his legs slide restlessly against the sheets, hips shifting, trying to get you to move your hand.

"y/n?" he tries again, before letting out a hiss as your fingers move up to his dripping tip, rubbing at his slit gently. "fuck, okay," he pants, cutting himself off with a shaky moan as you pump his thick length with your fist, fingers barely forming a complete ring. he was leaking so much precum, more than you've ever felt before, cock throbbing and twitching heavily against your palm, making you press your thighs tightly together, trying to focus. his hips buck up into your hand sporadically as he loses control of his movements, and you indulge him by keeping a steady grip, letting him fuck your fist.

you hear a familiar choke, and you open your eyes wider by just a sliver, to see tears running down his cheeks, the tip of his nose red. his mouth hangs open, lips wet with saliva and tears, drooling slightly from the corners of his mouth. he's been moving his head this way and that on his pillow, his hair mussed up and falling over his eyes, a complete wreck from you fulfilling his fantasy.

slowly, you open your eyes as you release him, bringing your slick covered hand up to his face and wiping his tears and drool away as best you could. his head snaps in your direction, panting heavily and eyes half-lidded with lust, searching for yours.

"please don't stop," he begs. "please, i wanna cum–"

you close your eyes, hand falling to the sheets next to you as you pretend to settle in again, pulling the thin blanket over you. the only sound in the room is haechan's small, achy voice, whimpering "please, please, please" over and over again, punctuated by sniffles.

and then, you feel your covers being lifted, heavy hands landing on your waist.

"let's see if you can ignore me through this, angel." haechan's voice is dark, as he tugs down your shorts and panties with an urgency and desperation you know well. you feel the sting of cold air as your thighs, wet with slick, are held open by his arms, a groan rumbling low from his throat as he takes in the sight of your wet core. "look at me," he demands, making his tongue lie flat and wide as he licks up the arousal leaking onto your thighs and the outside of your core.

with your eyes closed, each press of his tongue on your skin is magnified by the thousands. you've never felt so sensitive, and you swear you could cum just from the way he kitten licks at your clit, breathing heavily against your sopping heat. but you couldn't look.

"stubborn baby," he mouths against your folds, tongue dipping into your hole and letting out a satisfied hum at the taste. "you look so pretty, pressed up to my face like this," he praises, one hand releasing your thigh and sliding a finger into you. "you're so tight..." he slides his finger in deeper, pressing against your spongy walls. smiling, he presses his tongue onto your clit, applying a pressure that made you clench even harder around him. "always so tight for me, i don't fuck you enough, hm? squeezing around my tip –" he strokes your walls with the tip of his finger, feeling you pulse. "just like that," he mumbles.

haechan rarely talked so much while he was eating you out, but now he just couldn't seem to stop, loving the way his voice filled the room, covering your little choked whimpers and moans that you tried to bite back.

"could play with you for hours," he groans, adding another finger. "you look so cute stretched out over my fingers." he curls his fingers towards the front of your walls, brushing past a spot that makes your hips jerk up, and a moan slip past your lips. "you like that?"

but then he's withdrawing his fingers entirely, smearing your arousal messily around your folds before circling up to your clit, fingers slipping as he rubs the sensitive nub. "you're dripping," he breathes, dipping back to your entrance, laughing cruelly when he feels your hole clench around nothing. "when you wake up…" he says, sarcastically, and the tone makes your stomach twist. where did he learn all this? "you can beg me to fill you up. are you having a nice dream, baby?"

you feel him sink down to the bed again, his hair tickling your inner thighs as his mouth attaches to your core, messily frenching your folds. "so swollen," he mumbles, now circling your clit and flicking it lightly with the tip of his tongue, a stinging pressure. "i wish i knew what you needed, sweetheart," his voice is sad, and you just know that if you opened your eyes you would see his own, blinking back at yours innocently. "do you need me here?" he presses your clit the way he knew you craved, mimicking a vibrating motion with his wrist. "or here?" three fingers shove deep into your cunt, and your back arches. "both? or…" you feel him rise, hands guiding your knees to your chest, and you finally, finally open your eyes.

the sunrise is beautiful against his golden skin, stinging at your eyes as you blink back tears fogging your vision. his face is tear-streaked, hair still a mess, your eyes tracing the light illuminating the moles on his neck, his chest, his torso, his thighs. he lines himself up to your entrance, kissing the side of your knee lovingly.

"good morning, baby," he smiles, eyes crinkling. "i'm going to fuck you now."

"haechan-" your voice is hoarse from lack of use. "do you want to try it from the back?"

there's a pause.

"fuck yes," he groans, his hands moving you effortlessly, helping you get on all fours. you arch your back, pressing your face against the sheets as you wiggle your hips in the air, hearing a moan rise from his throat as he fists his length urgently.

"hurry up," you whine.

"hurry up…" he mocks, giggling as he runs his hands down your spine. "you're so spoiled, princess." his hands grasp at your hips, and you feel something heavy push between your legs, his tip pushing into you, the initial stretch making you tense.

"fuck…ah–" he bottoms out, feeling your walls pulse around him, holding still so you can adjust. "you're so tight like this, fuck." when you let out another whimper, he starts to pull out, body stiffening. "are you okay? can i –"

"please move," you whimper, hips jolting as you start fucking yourself on his length, need surging through your body. his hips snap against yours, wet sounds filling the room as skin meets skin. his hand comes around to touch your clit, rubbing it harshly, and you cum instantly, stars blotting your vision as your knees go weak.

"just a bit more, baby," he whimpers, speeding up to chase his high. "you want me to fill you up? fuck you so full of my cum you can't ignore it?" pulling you up, he grasps at your breasts, kneading the soft mounds in his hands and pinching at a hard nipple. the moan you let out pushes him over the edge as he cums, hard, warmth shooting into you and coating your walls as you milk him dry, sensitivity making you clench around him again.

"i love you," he whispers, kissing you sweetly on the nape of your neck before pulling out, wincing at the feeling. you lie back on the sheets, winded, as he gets a towel from the bedside cabinet and wipes your thighs dry, purposefully pushing some of the cum leaking out of your entrance back in with a gentle finger, your thighs shaking at the feeling. you make grabby hands at him and he smiles, putting down the towel before all but jumping into your arms, kissing you again on the neck and nuzzling against your shoulder.

"so?" he raises his eyebrows.

"so what?"

"it's hot, right?" he gushes, eyes sparkling. "the ignoring thing? fuck, when i kept calling for you and you closed your eyes…" he sighs. "you're my dream girl," he says, sincerely. "do you know that?"

"i'm your dream girl because i ignore you?"

"we should only do this once in a while…" he's lost in his own world, brows furrowing as he chews on his cheek in thought. "i miss hearing your pretty sounds…"

"or maybe you could ignore me," you suggest, sleepiness taking over your body again as you curl up closer to him.

"you really are my dream girl," he marvels, planting a light kiss on your forehead as you drift off, safe in his arms.

"we have a problem."

"the problem we have," you correct him, as he locks the bathroom door behind you. "is we should stop coming to these parties."

"he keeps looking at you," haechan huffs, his eyes trained on your body. "and i get it, because i look at you and i want you now but –" frustrated, he tugs a little at the hem of your dress, which was currently riding high on your thighs as you sat on the bathroom sink. "but you're mine."

"be honest, do you wish you bought me that $7000 bracelet now?" you tease.

at haechan's encouragement, you had started to befriend karina and her friends, finding their confidence and enthusiasm infectious and endearingly reminiscent of your boyfriend. they had told you that he spent weeks meeting them after lectures, asking for advice on the littlest things – like how to be there for you on your period, how to help you pick out an outfit, and how to choose gifts.

"very much so," he groans, and you pull him towards you, giving him a kiss. it's when he's kissing down your neck, your breaths becoming shallow, hands pawing absentmindedly at his chest, when he suddenly freezes, an idea forming in his mind.

"do you think i can spell my name on your neck in hickeys?" tracing the letters with his fingertips, he furrows his brow, mumbling to himself. "maybe just the initials? or one letter. or a symbol…"

"you're so stupid-" you cut yourself off, slotting your lips with his again. when you break apart, there's a softness in his eyes, his tone low and hesitant.

"you like it…" he runs his tongue over his lower lip, hands fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "right?"

"haechan…" you wrap your arms around him, feeling him relax into your hold. "i love you," you say, softly, in his ear. you feel him smile against your neck, murmuring back a soft i love you too, the fact that he never let it go unanswered making you feel giddy and lovestruck all over again.

"i know what to do," he beams, pushing you gently against the wall and letting his body cage you in — and when he starts sucking a mark onto your skin, you have a vague idea of what it's going to be.

when you rejoin the party, the music is still blasting loud as if you've never left, the energy feeds into haechan's enthusiasm as he taps, or rather, hits the shoulder of the first person he sees coming out of the bathroom, who happens to be jaemin.

"JAEMIN."

"shut the fuck- oh." jaemin turns, raising his eyebrows when he sees the two of you. "going home?"

"just bear with it," you mumble, feeling your cheeks heat up as haechan puffs his chest out proudly, clearing his throat to speak. "he's doing a thing."

"she's mine," he crows, proudly. tracing one of the marks on your neck, he beams up at jaemin with starry eyes. "i did this to her."

"cool." the boy flashes him a thumbs up, which haechan returns enthusiastically. voice dropping low, jaemin leans in. "is he going to repeat this to everyone you bump into on the way out?"

you see haechan waving at renjun, signaling that you were about to be tugged over. "i think so."

jaemin nods slowly, lips stretching into a smile. "you're a lucky girl, y/n."

you catch sight of yourself in the mirror. you take in the glow of your skin, the hickeys scattered across your neck and collarbones, your styled hair completely messed up around your face. you take in the arms around your waist, the man next to you peeking at you from the corner of his eye as if he couldn't believe you were there pressed against him, his own hair tousled and wild.

and you feel yourself smile.

bonus:

"mark, i think i've found the one."

"and i told you, she's with someone–"

"leave it." jaemin murmurs. "he's haechan. she'll probably leave whoever she's with because of him."

"haechan," but mark's voice is insistent on pinning him to reality as he puts both hands on haechan's cheeks, forcing his head to turn so he's looking him in the eyes. "if you're not serious about it…"

"but i am." haechan is a little breathless as he sways on the spot, eyes finally focused on mark's. "i really want to talk to her…"

"that's not-"

"but i don't want to mess up." swallowing, haechan runs his hand through his hair. "what if i say the wrong thing, what if she thinks i'm stupid." his eyes search the crowd for you again, before settling back on mark's round ones. "mark…" his voice is soft, and just a little bit scared.

"what if she doesn't like me?"

mark's hands fall away as he takes in the little bit of wild sincerity in haechan's eyes, and the hesitance he hadn't quite seen before.

it takes a lot of encouragement, to finally persuade haechan to meander his way over into the corridor he's sure you haven't stepped out of. even then, his steps are unsure and faltering, panicked eyes finding mark and jaemin's in the crowd seeking reassurance, and mark thinks when he finally meets you he isn't going to make the best first impression at all.

haechan was someone who dove into things, who felt emotions as hard as he possibly could, running headfirst into everything in life without knowledge or fear of consequence.

maybe there was some credit to his the one theory, mark thinks, because you were the one thing haechan couldn't even start to walk towards for fear of losing in the crowd.

mark had a good feeling about this — something told him that it would all work out eventually.

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The V Week Spy

🌙 staring. Jaehyun x afab!Reader I ft. Haechan, Jungwoo, Jeno & Johnny

🔮 synopsis. Every year, seven days before Valentines day, sororities and frats are paired together, and eligible himbos, hoes, bimbos and fuckboys alike volunteer to be raffled for a chance to become the year’s V Week Spy. V Week is open season, with outings and parties tailored to be the perfect excuse for sexscapades, with the knowledge than 1 boy and 1 girl are undercover, grading sexual performances. Once the week is over, at the annual Valentines Day Party, the evaluations are presented- It’s a bad time to be unsure about someone’s feelings towards you, and an even worse time to fall in love.

cw/ tw. multiple smut scenes, fingering, oral (f receiving), mentions of mirror kink, lots of sexual implications, dry humping, boob worship, corruption kink, dacryphilia, service dom, dirty talk, praise, dom/sub themes, ‘service dom’, thigh riding, unprotected sex, etc…

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 20.1k

🍭 aus. frat au, forestry major Jaehyun, Valentines Day theme, (please note, this is not part of my official frat universe)

☀️ mlist + an. This fic takes place over the span of a 7 day countdown to Valentines day, each day ends with a scoreboard to keep track of the Spys, please note: in fic characters do not see the scoreboard until the reveal on the 14th, and all girl names on board are default Korean to keep up with the male names being that of Korean kpop idols :)

Feb 7th, Saturday, seven days till V day

“Thank you all for gathering,” frat president Lee Taeyong says, following his yearly script off of a cue card he’s holding awkwardly in his hands. “As per tradition, I will be reading out the V Week rules, which are as follows. V week starts every year on February seventh, and goes to Valentines day on the fourteenth. On February seventh, which is today, an outside party hired by the Greek System will conduct a pairing ceremony, pulling a sorority name, followed by a frat name, out of two different hats. Once a frat and sorority are paired, each house will have a secret choosing ceremony to identify a V Week Spy. The point of V Week is for the paired frat and sorority to have as much no-strings-attached sex as they want, and participate in a number of V Week events such as our Luncheon tomorrow and movie nights. The V Week Spy’s job is to secretly be evaluating people on their sexual performance, and hit a target of at least five evaluations within the week without getting caught. Then, at the Valentines Day party, the evaluation scores will be revealed. Remember, the more people you sleep with, the better chances you have of getting on ‘The V Week Evaluation List’- so this is a reminder to play V Week according to your preferences. The Greek System holds no responsibility over any hurt feelings or STI’s that may be spread during this week, however, protected sex and pre planned STI checks are recommended.”

The room lets out a chuckle and Taeyong sighs. No one ever does the STI tests, however there hasn’t been a sti incident during V Week in ages, and the case of chlamydia that swept over the entire Exo house three years ago still incurs nightmares.

“Now if we all look at the tv, the picking ceremony will be underway shortly.” Taeyong finishes his cue card and lets out a sigh of relief.

The live recording on the screen shows two people in masks, an anonymity measure, getting set up with the bowls holding the names of the university’s 6 frats and 6 sororities.

“Who do you think we’ll be paired up with this year?” Mark asks, picking up conversation with the two men next to him while they wait.

The eldest of the three, Mark’s frat ‘Big brother’, a Business major named Johnny, scoffs. “You don’t even participate in V Week, so what does it matter?”

“Hey! I participate a little!” Mark insists. “I participated three times last year!”

This earns a laugh from his friends, and Jaehyun runs a hand through his hair while shaking his head.

“Look, as someone who doesn’t want my name on the Spy Evaluation List at the end of the week, I just think it would be hypocritical of me to put my name in the hat to be the spy.”

“It’s always interesting to see who participates,” Johnny muses, “and to what extent.”

All their eyes go to their friend, who is sporting his usual February 7th, V Week kick off shirt. It’s custom made, with an image of his own face on it, and it reads: ‘I’m Hyuck and I like to Fuck.’

“Hey, is y/n participating this year?” Johnny nudges Mark with his shoulder, and the Canadian’s fingers tighten on his phone.

He’d just been texting you about this.

“She did last year, didn’t she?” Jaehyun asks.

“She did-” Mark sighs.

“I tried so hard to win her over last year,” Johnny groans, head falling back against the couch so he can look at the ceiling for a moment, reminiscing about how beautiful you’d looked for the entirety of V Week the February previous. “But she just- fuck, I’d love to corrupt her-”

“She does participate in V Week,” Mark reminds his friends, “she just… mostly sticks to people that aren’t-” Mark sighs, closing his mouth and shaking his head.

“Go on Mark,” Johnny prompts, “finish your sentence. She mostly sticks to people that aren’t what?”

“I can’t just-”

“Maybe it would be easier if you told us who she’s hooked up with, and we can gauge the difference ourselves?”

Mark groans. “That would not be easier.”

“Maybe it doesn’t even matter.” Jaehyun sighs, shifting in his seat as his eyes go to the tv, where it looks like pairing is about to begin. “We were paired with Y/N’s sorority last year, we probably won’t be again. Back to back years just don't happen.”

Johnny rolls his eyes. “And there’s never been one person picked for spy two years in a row, but I still threw my name in the hat.”

“Okay everyone,” Taeyong’s voice interrupts the trio’s chat, “they’re about to start pulling names, so please turn off your phones. While it doesn’t matter so much for this initial house name draw, when we pick our spy afterwards, they have to be kept secret. Any frat member that leaks the spy’s identity to anyone outside of this house will be punished.”

“Punished how?” a pledge, Shotaro, asks in a quiet voice.

“Just-” Taeyong blanks, as no one has ever leaked (or even caught) a spy, as that’s not truly what the game is about, “just don’t do it.”

You stare at the screen in shock, and then your hand goes to your phone- eager to text your best friend, Mark, to rave about how crazy it is that your houses have been paired two years in a row- but you’re reminded of the no phone policy. Besides, you’ll be seeing Mark, and the rest of his frat, at the V week Luncheon tomorrow now that you’re paired, so you can talk to him then.

“Wait, we still have our NCT Frat board from last year, don’t we?” one of your sorority sisters asks.

“Ooh! We do!” another squeals, “I’ll go get it!”

You still can’t believe that after V Week last year, your house got together for a slumber party and made your own Master Doc Evaluation List for NCT- it had felt a little… intrusive at the time, but other people in the Greek System are always quick to remind you that if you don’t want your name on a sex list, to just skip V week, and anyone who participates has agreed to evaluation, which, you suppose, is fair.

Besides, many frat guys live for V Week, ‘studying’ by watching porn and trying techniques out with fuck buddies before evaluation so they can go into it expecting flying colours.

Your sorority sister returns with the nct evaluation board, and your president, Rose, moves to pull a spy name from the bowl in front of her.

The air is still, and people hold their breaths, something you’ve always found funny. This whole V Week tradition is funny, because people act like it’s all about the game- when, it’s truly just about a week of no strings attached fun. No one ever bothers to find the spy, and being the spy just means you’re held to a 5 person quota- but for some reason, everyone always wants to be the Spy.

While you avoided putting your name in as spy last year, this year, you’d thought fuck it. If all your friends place value on being the spy, on the ‘power’ that comes with knowing you’re evaluating the person you’re sleeping with and they’re (probably) not evaluating you in the same way-

It’s an interesting idea. But you doubt your name will be pulled, so you haven’t truly given it much thought.

You’re more than happy to just have fun with your usual roster of NCT hookups, and while it’s possible any of them could be the spy, you’re close enough with them to know that they’d respect your wish to Not end up on the Evaluation List.

The sound of your name pulls you from your thoughts on which NCT frat boys you’ll be sleeping with this year- and all of the sudden, your roster is exactly what everyone wants to know.

“Y/N! You’re this year’s spy!” Rose’s voice makes everyone quiet, and she motions to the board. “You got four, last year, right?”

You nod, completely shocked by the turn of events.

“You had… Hyuck for sure,” she pauses, “Jeno-”

“Yang Yang and Jungwoo.” You finish the list, nodding as your eyes scan the board, taking in the information written there.

Donghyuck : tongue!!! 10/10

Jungwoo : lips 9/10

Jeno : sheer power?!? 8/10

YangYang : big talk, less follow through 6/10

“So you’ll definitely be wanting Haechan then.” Rose nods to herself, and you watch her open the binder in her arms, which holds a calendar. “Are you thinking about scheduling everything now? Or do you want to take it day by day?”

You consider her question. “I think- I don't want a schedule. That feels too rigid. I might just go to all the events and see what happens.”

Rose nods again, as the Spy, you get to choose how you want to play the game. Then she looks around, speaking her next words clearly; “A reminder to everyone that as Spy, Y/N gets first dibs this week, but try not to be too suspicious or make it obvious, please.”

“Who are you considering though?” one of your friends asks. “Outside of the four from last year.”

“Uh…” You’d kind of forgotten that you’d need to - at the very least - add one more person to your roster, and that would be going off the assumption that you’re going to have a 100% success rate with your usual four.

“For top rated lays in NCT we have Johnny, Jaehyun and Yuta,” Rose points out, and your eyes go to their notes.

Yuta : rated PORN - not messing around but not for beginners 10/10

Johnny : BIG DICK AND FUCKS 10/10 - Last Year’s V Week Spy

Jaehyun : birthday boy sex god 10/10

Mark : you gotta try him 10/10

“I know you don’t want to end up on the Evaluation list yourself- and John will probably be safe,” Rose muses, “no one has ever been Spy two years in a row.”

“That’s true,” you cock your head, continuing to look at the board. Mark and his 10/10 score stare up at you. He hates the idea of being on the V Week List presented at the Valentine’s day Party, and managed to avoid it last year like you did… only to have his info still written up in secrecy.

You’d told Mark about the evaluation board your sorority had made, and he’d been fine with it, because, as he pointed out, it’s something you made while at a slumber party. It wasn’t a list made to be presented to an entire room full of people like the V Week lists, which always reveal some form of hierarchy in terms of skills, and can be awfully biased.

Even though Mark had scored a 10/10 from all three of the sorority sisters he’d slept with last year, your best friend is simply not the kind of person who wants his capabilities broadcasted, especially when it might put down one of his guy friends who could potentially score lower than him.

A brunette near you tosses out a suggestion, “Would Mark work?”

“No,” you say immediately. “He’s just my friend.”

“Perfect! So you won’t be hogging him at the luncheon tomorrow.”

You laugh. It’s hilarious to you that your sweet, soft, clumsy best friend is like catnip to sorority girls.

“How about Jaehyun?” someone else asks.

You’ve never been put on the spot like this in front of your whole sorority, but you suppose you shouldn’t be shocked that not everyone knows your dating history and preferences.

You’ve always considered yourself a bit of a baby. You’d allowed a man to try to dom you, and he’d royally messed up, coming in with all the looks of a good, mature dom daddy, but none of the follow through. You crave being taken care of, of having an older guy who treats you like his world and destroys your pussy for extra measure-

With all this in mind, you’re extremely interested in Jaehyun. He’s everything you’ve been looking for.

He’s been nothing but kind and gentle from the few interactions with him that you’ve had.

He’s smart, majoring in both forestry and international relations.

He’s obviously a dom- watching him interact with anyone for five minutes would clue you into that-

You’re reminded, as you constantly are, of something Rose says every year: “An unofficial sorority rule of thumb is, during V Week, don’t sleep with someone you have feelings for, or someone that could potentially have big feelings for you, because it never ends well.”

You know how easy it would be to catch feelings for Jeong Jaehyun, which is why you keep your distance. And you know you have a weak spot for doms, so during V Week, you mostly go for men you’d consider ‘non threats’, meaning, they simply don’t have the aggressive dom energy that you know you’d become whipped for.

It keeps this whole thing ‘safe’.

No need to worry about strings suddenly being attached when you’re careful to remove any and all possible strings to begin with.

Final Scoreboard for Saturday, Feb 7th

Boys team: 1

8/10 Yeji Kim

Girls team: 0

Feb 8, Sunday : six days until V day

“Fuck off!” Yuta groans, dodging Haechan for the third time since entering the communal bathroom to adjust his hair in the mirror before V Week’s kick starter luncheon.

“But I just want one of them!” Haechan groans loudly, and when he lurches at Yuta again, Yuta’s ability to sidestep sends Haechan barrelling into Jaehyun, who has been doing his best to mind his own business while also fixing his hair, albeit for different reasons than his friends.

“Yuta!” a new voice sounds from the hallway outside.

“Now what?” The man from Japan sighs as the door to the bathroom is thrown open and Doyoung barges in, skin red with anger.

“Did you seriously post this on your snapchat!?” Doyoung yells, thrusting his phone at Yuta’s face to present the picture in question.

The screen displays the same photo Haechan had been going on about when he’d arrived in the bathroom just minutes before Doyoung. It’s an image of Yuta’s extensive sex toy collection with the caption ‘the fuck doctor is in. Door will be unlocked 24/7 for V Week ;)’

“Correct,” Yuta nods, “I did post that on my snapchat.”

Doyoung’s jaw drops and he blinks, flabbergasted at the open, unabashed response. “So- so you just tell everyone that your door is unlocked-”

“It’s V Week,” Yuta shrugs.

Doyoung is completely exacerbated now, shoving his phone back into his pocket as he screams, “You have a roommate!”

This is a fact that many, many of the frat members tend to forget about during V Week.

“I know.” Yuta nods. “And I just spent three months setting Taeil up with a girlfriend, with the agreement that if I was successful, I could have the room for the whole week.”

“I can’t believe you.” Doyoung hides his face behind his hands, slumping back against the bathroom wall in defeat.

“It’s not my fault your roommate won’t get you a girlfriend as a bribe to use the room for V Week.” Yuta says simply.

“This whole thing is crazy!” Doyoung throws his hands up into the air, standing straight again, eyes wide and as wild as ever. “This whole game- you just made it easy for the sorority spy to use you as one of her five evaluations!”

“I hope she does, whoever it is.” Yuta grins, getting some water onto his hands so he can run his fingers through his snow white, bleached anime hair. “I have a new toy that I’ve been saving just for V Week.”

“It doesn’t even make sense that you can use toys!” Doyoung says loudly, eyes darting to Jaehyun and Haechan as if he’s looking for support on the matter. “Of course you’ll score higher if you use a vibrator-”

“Which is why,” Haechan steps close to Yuta again, pouting out his lip just slightly, “I just want one of your special vibrators from Japan. I’ll even take the one with a chord. You don’t need the cord free and the cord attached-”

“I told you no,” Yuta states.

“But-”

“Are either of you even going to try to figure out who the sorority spy is?” Doyoung asks.

Everyone laughs.

Jaehyun is done with his hair, and he turns away from the mirror, leaning his back against the wall so he can watch his friends talk.

“I don’t understand why we play this stupid game every year, if every year no one even bothers to find the spy!” Doyoung says, a line Jaehyun has heard come out of his mouth a few times now over the years. “If we know the sorority Spy has to evaluate five of us, we could just all hold out and find which sorority girl is the most needy, shut her out, and we could win V Week!”

“You’re missing the entire point of the game,” Haechan scoffs. “You don’t win by finding the spy. You win by getting as much pussy as possible.”

“But they could be evaluating you-”

“It’s only something to worry about if you’re not confident in your abilities.” Haechan, aka Hyuck, the young, notorious V Week contender crosses his arms over his chest, cocking a brow. “Are you confident in your abilities, Doyoung?”

The man in question scoffs, making a face, then he looks at Jaehyun and Yuta, who are waiting for a response as well- and he cracks, shaking his head, “you know what?” He turns to leave the bathroom, “I hope you all get chlamydia.”

“Mark!” You grab onto your friend’s hand, offering a small apology to his ‘Big’, Johnny, before you dart away with your frat bestie in tow.

It’s a nice day, considering the fact that it’s February, and the luncheon is taking place behind the NCT frat, where there’s ample greenspace. Frat boys and sorority girls are scattered across the lawn talking, some are eating by a makeshift buffet table, and others are playing outdoor games like bean bag toss.

It’s not hard to get Mark alone, standing off to the side of the green space, and the moment you do, you both start talking.

“Can you believe our houses got matched again?” he asks, repeating the words he’d said to you last night when you called him briefly before going to sleep. “I honestly can’t stop thinking about the odds-”

“The odds-” you nod, mind shifting to what the odds had been for your name being pulled as Spy. “Mark?”

“Yeah?” He furrows his brows to show you he’s paying extra attention, having noted your tone change.

“You’re my best friend, right?”

“Yeah?”

“Last year… you warned me about Johnny being the spy so I wouldn’t ‘fall into his trap’ and get rated on the V Week Evaluation List, so this year- well-”

“I can’t tell you who it is again,” Mark interjects, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously, “so please don’t ask me to.”

“I wasn’t-” you frown, “I was going to tell you that this year,” you lean in closer to him, lowering your voice, “I’m the spy.”

“Oh,” he says, expression deepening. “Oh!” His eyes widen. “Oh? So- so what’s your plan?- Holy shit- you?”

“Keep your voice down!” you urge, casting a quick glance around to make sure no one can overhear you both.

“Look,” Mark swallows thickly, “I can’t tell you who NCT’s spy is like I did last time, but I can tell you- if you don’t go older than you slept with last year, you won’t end up on V Week Evaluation, okay?”

You study your best friend, wheels turning in your mind. “Okay, so I can go for the four I did last year, and then I just need one more- but who is younger than Jungwoo?”

“Other than Hyuck, Yang Yang and Jeno?”

“Yeah.”

“Well,” Mark cocks his head, thinking about it. “Right under him in age, technically, is Lucas, but we both know you can’t really go for him because he thinks he’s in love with you.”

“He doesn’t even know me,” you sigh.

“I’ve tried telling him that,” Mark nods. “Honestly, looking at who’s left- most of them are people you’re friends with. I know you don’t want to sleep with Jaemin, Chenle, Renjun or Jisung- there’s Hendery and Xiaojun but they’re not your type either- Shotaro and Sungchan are new so maybe one of them-”

You shake your head.

“Why did you put your name in the hat if you only want to sleep with four people?” Mark laughs.

“Because I didn't think I would be pulled!”

“But why put your name in the hat in the first place?”

“Because-” you sigh, “because I'm a whore.”

Your friend laughs again. “You literally spend all your time studying for school and hanging out with friends, V Week was the one week last year where you actually let loose a little because of the no strings thing-”

“The no strings thing is good because I know I'm not going to leave someone desperately in love with me after a night that, to me, is just fun.”

“Right, because every man that sleeps with you becomes desperately in love with you.” Mark rolls his eyes.

“Lucas did!” you insist. “And all it took was sitting on his lap for a five minute car ride to the football game because there were no extra seats!”

Mark smiles fondly at you. “For someone who doesn’t live the fuck boy lifestyle of actually getting laid frequently, you sure do sound an awful lot like the fuck boys you spend V Week with.”

“And that’s why I like Hyuck and Yang Yang,” you point out, “because I know they feel the same way I do about V Week: completely no strings attached. Jeno and Jungwoo work because they also understand the no strings, they’re more romantic in many ways, but I know it’s because that’s who they are, not because they’re trying to build something with me- does that make sense?”

“It does.” Mark nods. “V Week is the one week a year that Frats and Sororities truly get to just be horny for the sake of being horny. Now if only people didn’t stay single all year just for V Week-”

“It’s not as easy for some of us to just find a significant other, Mark Lee,” you remind him whilst jabbing a finger at his chest. He’s never had any trouble finding a date or a girlfriend.

“Well maybe if you actually came to frat parties throughout the year with more frequency, and tried to talk to more people - other than just showing up during V Week - you’d have some success.”

“But- but then I’d have to-”

“Be vulnerable,” Mark sighs. “I know how much you hate that.”

While you’ve been talking, more people have been arriving onto the greenspace, and a group of three of your sorority sisters have been eying Mark for over two minutes. You’re kind of grateful when one finally pulls away from her trio to approach you and Mark, happy that your friend will be in good hands.

The girl who comes to chat with Mark is the brunette who had asked you about him last night, and after a brief bit of smalltalk, you excuse yourself, allowing Mark to get his V Week started, while you go out on the prowl for your own.

Jungwoo is always easy to spot, as is his tall roommate, and it’s Jaehyun who makes you wonder if heading over to chat is a good idea.

He makes you so nervous sometimes-

People who are pretty - in the way that Jeong Jaehyun is - are always intimidating, but to approach both him and Jungwoo during V Week-

For a moment you consider what a threesome might be like, only to drag yourself away from the image. You can’t afford to think like that- you can’t afford to consider Jaehyun this week, for so many reasons.

You decide to head to the buffet table to grab a drink, and you’re pouring fruit punch into a red cup when someone comes to stand next to you.

“Is the punch any good?” Jaehyun asks, voice smooth, nonchalant.

“Let me check,” you respond, taking a quick sip. The taste of alcohol washes over your tongue and you crinkle your nose slightly. “I think maybe a few too many people decided to spike this- you can’t taste the fruit punch at all.”

The man next to you chuckles. “Do you want your drink? Or should I take care of it for you?”

“It’s all yours.” You hold the cup out for Jaehyun, and you fight the shiver that runs up your spine when his fingers briefly ghost past yours.

The gorgeous man takes a gulp of the drink, and you search your brain for something to say to him- but he’s so pretty when he wipes his hand across the back of his mouth-

Then he’s speaking, and you tear your gaze from his mouth, forcing it up to meet his eyes. “What are you up to this week?”

You stare at him, mind drawing a blank yet again- is he asking you specifically about V Week plans? V Week is always kind of odd for interactions, everyone sussing each other out- You and Jaehyun are both obviously participating this week, and while some people go about V Week by creating a calendar that they fill in with names of people they want to fuck, you don’t think Jaehyun’s the type to do that-

“Other than V Week, I mean.” Jaehyun clarifies, running a hand through his fluffy, brown hair and offering you a shy smile, his dimples all pretty and on display-

“Well,” you avert your eyes and let out a sigh of relief- you can definitely talk about your school schedule. “I have a project for my photography class, and I was thinking of going into the forest tomorrow to see what the light is like in the trees.”

“Oh yeah?” Jaehyun smiles. “Any particular trails?”

“Honestly, I’m ashamed to say I haven’t even looked at the trail map-” you pause, “wait, you’re in forestry right?”

He nods, taking another sip of his drink, eying you over the rim.

“So you’ve been in the forest?”

This time he lets out a small chuckle, then an “uh huh.”

“Well then you must know some good trails!”

“It depends on what you’re looking to photograph,” Jaehyun tells you. “For just trees, you could do ElderGrove Trail, it will take you to some of the oldest deciduous’s in the forest. But-” he flashes you a soft smile, “if you wanted some pretty water pictures, there’s Pineview- or if rock faces are what you’re interested in-”

“It’s me! I’m the spy!” someone screams loudly, and you can’t help but pull your attention away from Jaehyun to focus on Haechan, who has come running out of the frat house in a green combat outfit, a large, automatic airsoft gun in his hands.

“Oh no-” you whisper, but it’s too late, Haechan does exactly what you feared he would do: he begins shooting his friends.

He gets Johnny first, and you watch the massive man jolt from the impact of the small plastic pellet hitting his back.

Then Haechan goes for Yuta, screaming; “Keep your Japanese vibrators, everyone here knows I don’t need them!” before he shoots the white haired man in the arm.

The cherry on the top of the pie, however, is when Haechan shoots Doyoung, who you’re honestly kind of shocked to see flirting with one of your friends- but the moment the pellet hits Doyoung - in the neck of all places - the elder man throws his red cup onto the ground and takes off after Haechan.

You watch the two of them head back into the frat house, your part time fuck buddy laughing maniacally the whole way, before turing to Jaehyun again. “So he’s the spy this year, huh?” you ask jokingly.

Jaehyun lets out a sigh. “Kid just wanted an excuse to bring his favorite toy outside to play with.”

You detect a hint of malice in his tone, but then Jaehyun lets out another breath, and the happy smile returns a moment later, along with a nice floofing of his hair with a pretty, ring clad hand.

“Thank you for the suggestions on trails, by the way,” you say, remembering what you’d been talking about before Haechan had captured your attention.

“Don’t mention it.”

You turn and look to the frat again. “I should probably go make sure Doyoung hasn’t killed him- but, I’ll see you around?”

Jaehyun nods, putting his hands into the pockets of his dress pants.

It’s hard to leave him, but you have a job to do, and it’s Haechan.

You head into the frat house through the side door Doyoung and Haechan had entered, and you follow a short hallway to the living room just beyond.

The first thing you see when you step into the space is Haechan- and then your eyes find Doyoung. He’s pinned under the younger man, who is seated on Doyoung’s chest, using his legs to pin Doyoung’s arms at his sides.

“Look, I said I was sorry!” Haechan states, and it only proves to enrage Doyoung even more.

“Then get off of me!” the pinned man bellows, thrashing wildly.

“Say you’re sorry for breaking my airsoft gun.”

“No.”

Haechan crosses his arms over his chest. “Then I'm not getting off of you.”

“How’s the spy supposed to shoot if you broke his gun?” you ask, voice obviously shocking the two men, who practically jump before their wild eyes lock onto you.

“He’s not the-” Doyoung begins, only to be cut off by Haechan.

“This spy always keeps a spare baby, if you want to be shot full of my load, you just gotta ask.”

Doyoung groans loudly and starts writhing beneath Haechan, who is more than happy to stand up, turning his full attention to you.

“So how about it, gorgeous? Gonna let me fill you up?”

“Oh my god!” Doyoung screeches, standing up in record speed and throwing his hands over his ears while running from the living room.

“I’ll let you fill me up,” you say quietly to Haechan, grabbing him by his belt and pulling him closer, “but stop talking about being the spy, we both know I'm not here to be evaluated,” but you are.

“I'm not the spy, but that’s a good thing, because that means I get to have you two years in a row,” Haechan grins, a hand reaching up, fingers wrapping around your neck and lower jaw while his thumb strokes your skin.

“You’re a lucky guy.”

“Meh, I'm average, but I'm about to get lucky.”

“Then let’s not keep you waiting,” you practically pur, meeting his gaze with the best bedroom eyes you can muster.

Haechan kisses you suddenly, fingers tightening around your neck while his soft lips press against your own. He takes your breath away- but he pulls back too soon.

The man’s hands find your hips, and he turns your body around, applying pressure to your back that sends you forward, towards the stairs leading to the second floor where his room is.

“So how do you want it this year, little girl?”

“Not like that,” you answer immediately.

“No?” A pat to your ass makes your skin tingle, “are you sure you don’t want to be daddy’s little girl this year?”

“Completely.”

“So… should I be mommy’s little boy?”

“Haechan-” you groan, stopping on the first landing of the stairs to turn and look down at the frat guy you’ve chosen to be the first of five V Week fucks.

“Yeah, I know,” he follows you up the step, and now you have to lift your eyes to meet his, “I’m just playing with you.” His hands find the wall on either side of your head and he closes you in. “Trust me kitten, I know I scored a 10 last year, but this year I'm going for even higher.”

“What makes you think I'm the spy?” you ask, feeling your skin flush with heat at how close he is to you, and how pretty his soft brown eyes are-

“I don’t think you’re the spy,” he clarifies, leaning in and bringing his lips to your ear, breath fanning over your skin and earning goosebumps, “but, I might as well blow your brains out right?” He presses a kiss to your throat, tongue darting out to taste your skin-

You duck under Haechan’s arm, lurching up the stairs and leaving him dumbfounded- but a moment later, you hear him barrelling after you, heavy footfalls muffled by the shitty, stained, carpet flooring of the stairwell.

You reach Haechan’s room, beginning to open the door- and that’s when he catches you, body slamming into your back with enough force to send you both stumbling into the space beyond.

Your foot catches on a piece of the carpet that’s lifted from a time when Haechan’s roommate, your best friend, had dropped his first joint on the area and in his high haste to fix the problem- had made it irreparably damaged. This isn’t the first time you’ve tripped on this spot, nor will it be the last, and you brace your fall with adept hands, quickly rolling onto your back to look up at Haechan, who��s grabbed onto the door to steady himself and is now gazing down at you with hungry eyes.

He shuts the door quickly. “I’m tempted to not lock this, and let Mark walk in on us-” Haechan tells you, eyes moving up and down your form, then his skilled fingers flick the lock in place, “better not- if this is the one night of the year I get to fuck you, I’m not sharing.”

Haechan’s on top of you a moment later, lips attacking yours while he adjusts one of your legs on his hip, grinding down against you.

You’d worn a dress to the luncheon, as many of your sorority sisters had, and it makes Haechan’s access to your pussy incredibly easy- within seconds he’s shoving a hand down your panties, fingers dragging across your slit to collect your wetness before he rubs at your clit.

“So fucking wet already,” Haechan growls, turning his kisses to your neck.

You let out a groan, closing your eyes and enjoying the sensation of one of his digits entering you, only to pull out and reenter you doubled, crooking up expertly. “There, right?” Haechan smirks against your neck when you let out a whine- he’s always able to find your G spot in record time-

“How fast do you think I can make you cum?” Haechan asks, and you don’t even get to answer because he smashes his lips to yours and picks up the pace with his fingers, tearing an orgasm out of you in - as always - record time.

“Fuck- that was so hot-” Haechan groans when he pulls his digits out of your core, sitting up on his knees and licking his fingers clean, “and you taste so good-”

You grab at Haechan’s belt, undoing it, and he laughs, removing his shirt. “Eager to get me naked huh?” he teases.

“You promised to fill me up-”

“And I will,” Haechan tuts, knocking your hands away just as you’re about to pull his pants down, “but not until I make you cum again, on my tongue this time.”

“Haechan-” you whine, reaching for his cock again, squeezing it through his pants before he’s able to stop you.

He lets out a groan, but still pushes your hands away for a second time. “Nothing’s going to stop me from having my dinner-” he tells you, pushing your knees open, gazing down at your panties, which are still covering your core, and sticking to you uncomfortably.

“So what are you waiting for?”

“Deciding if I should unwrap my pretty little present or not.”

“It’s V Week, not Christmas Haechan,” you laugh.

“You’re right, it’s V Week, which is like seven Christmases,” Haechan agrees. “I want present now.”

He gets on the floor between your legs, dragging you across the carpet towards his awaiting mouth, and you giggle at the slight burn of the fabric against your ass. But the laughter turns into a moan when he presses his tongue against your panties, hot breath teasing you without the actual pay off-

You grip Haechan’s hair, resting your head against the floor and looking up at the ceiling- only to notice “A mirror?!” you ask in shock, Mark had definitely not mentioned this-

“Installed it this morning,” Haechan says, hooking a finger in your panties and dragging them to the side, tongue flicking at your clit once, twice- “when I’m done with you here, I’ll take you to the bed, which is directly below the new mirror, and you can see how much fun it is.”

“Right- because i definitely want a view of-” you groan when his tongue pushes into your heat, “a view of your ass while you fuck me-”

“Everyone wants a view of my ass,” Haechan nips at your inner thigh, “but the view i was talking about-” another sloppy kiss to your skin, breath fanning over your pussy when he switches from one leg to the other, “is the one where you ride me, and then your tits will looks so fucking good-”

He groans, diving into your entrance again with his tongue, licking and sucking on your clit like his life depends on it.

You begin to feel your orgasm rise again, and let out a contented sigh, “what a great way to kick off V Week.”

Haechan laughs against your pussy, pulling his mouth away from you to allow two fingers to slip into your core again, “baby, I kicked mine off last night.”

“Fucking menace,” you giggle, only to have a moan tumble past your lips when Haechan adjusts the speed and angle of his digits, your grip on his hair tightening.

“I gotta be sharp for the spy,” he tells you, pressing a kiss to your clit, “gotta get that number one spot.” Then he suctions his lips around your sensitive nub, pulling it into his mouth and flicking at it with a deft tongue that has you cumming around his fingers for a second time.

‘Maybe I'm being hasty,’ you think to yourself as Haechan works you through the toe curling orgasm, ‘but if you keep this shit up, Hyuck, you’ll be number one for sure.’

Final scoreboard for Sunday, Feb 8th

Boys team: 2

8/10 Kim Yeji

9/10 Park Hajoon

Girls team: 1

9/10 Lee Donghyuck

Feb 9, Monday : Five days until V day

While Jaehyun walks home after classes, he finds himself wishing he’d manned up at the Luncheon and offered to give you some company on your forest walk. All day, it’s been on his mind- you’ve been on his mind.

The forestry major knows he probably shouldn’t have talked to you yesterday- he’s toeing the line as it is, chatting with you during V Week- but you’re hardly around otherwise, so what’s he supposed to do? Not take advantage of the one week he knows you’ll be frequenting the frat?

It’s a catch 22 for the man who has been crushing on you officially since the Halloween Party last year, where you’d shown up to be Thing 2 to Mark’s Thing 1. It had been so endearing- Jaehyun was used to girls using Halloween as an excuse to dress in cute lingerie and purr at him, but you didn’t even pay him the time of day. You’d been so preoccupied with Mark, who had been as drunk as Jaehyun had ever seen him, and Jaehyun would be lying if he said he hadn’t known - the moment you stopped a fight between Haechan and Mark over spilt ‘Purple Drank’ on their bedroom’s carpet floor - that he wanted you to be his. He’d wanted you long before this too, but something had solidified it for him that Halloween night-

And he’d intended to make it happen the next time you came to a frat party- only to find himself waiting 2 months before you showed your face again. And just like the first time, he’d never managed to get you alone.

It always seems to be that way- you come around the Frat house so rarely, that whenever you do, Jaehyun always has to practically fight off other men for your attention.

The slight possibility of bumping into you on the trails and getting you alone is what spurs Jaehyun on, and he finds himself walking right past his home, following the street until he reaches the tree line of the forest that surrounds your university on two sides.

He knows he’s probably being crazy thinking he’ll bump into you- but when he reaches the trailhead, and his body lets out a sigh of relief, Jaehyun realizes that even if he doesn’t see you, being surrounded by trees, standing like sentinels, gives him a much needed sense of relief.

His mind quiets when he enters the forest, and he allows the sounds to engulf him. A bird sings loudly somewhere on his right, and a snapping of twigs above him leads to Jaehyun watching two squirrels chase each other for a short time while he treks along the path.

So consumed in the beauty of the trees, Jaehyun almost doesn’t even notice you when he walks past you- and to his credit, you are kneeling off the side of the trail, camera in hand-

He stops in his tracks, frozen, heart lurching up to his throat- he can’t believe he’s found you.

Out of all the trails in the forest- and you’re here.

Jaehyun’s never been a superstitious man, but having found you like this feels like an act of fate, and his skin tingles with excitement, a smile appearing on his face while he watches you.

A minute has passed and Jaehyun’s still watching you silently- he’d been planning to wait for you to turn and see him, but waiting for this length of time has started to make him feel more anxious, so he asks, in a soft voice; “See something interesting?”

Your body jolts with surprise, head whipping around, and your wide eyes find his-

The frat boy watches the relief and recognition flood your features, and you even let out a sigh before flashing a shaky smile. “Yeah, these little mushrooms.” You look down again, and Jaehyun takes this as an invitation to get closer, stepping off the trail and over a log to join you where you’re crouched.

The scientific name of the mushroom leaves Jaehyun’s lips before he can help himself, and he quickly adjusts to the commonplace term, kicking himself for defaulting to genus and species like the forestry nerd he is- he tries to hide this side of himself from girls whenever he can, as one of his ex’s had mentioned she’d found his naming of things to be ‘tedious’- but then again, he hadn’t found her english major need for a Prince Charming who lacked any faults to be that wonderful either.

“You know your mushrooms,” you say, and when you stand up, smiling at Jaehyun, and this time, it’s not shame that fills his chest, it’s pride.

He swallows thickly, playing with the strap of his backpack. “I didn’t think I'd run into you out here,” he admits, which is true, he’d thought the probability to be low, he’d only wished to find you- it’s not his fault his wish had been granted.

“Really?” You cock an eyebrow at him, and your continued smile is making Jaehyun’s heart race even harder. “Because I did tell you yesterday that I'd be here- are you sure this isn’t a V Week ploy? Are you sure you’re not the spy? Because you’re acting pretty spy-like.”

Jaehyun’s heart lurches, and an anxious half chuckle tumbles from his lips, then; “you think I’d try to seduce you in the middle of a forest? I know we call them beds of moss, but trust me, it’s pretty hard to find a place out here that’s actually comfortable.”

“I’ll take your word on it,” you tell him. “Do you want some company on your hike?”

You steal the words right out of his mouth, and before he knows it, Jaehyun finds himself walking shoulder to shoulder with you through some of the prettiest trees in the forest, facts about trees spilling from his lips, and you spur him on with questions and sounds of affirmation and wonder.

With your camera in hand, you seem eager to know everything you can about all the things you’re photographing, and Jaehyun is more than willing to share with you all the details he can-

But when Jaehyun finds himself to be the subject of a few of your pictures, he suddenly falls extremely short on description, skin heating while he averts his eyes.

“Why are you taking pictures of me?” Jaehyun asks, pressing his thumb nail into a leaf he’d picked up earlier and watching the dark crescent outline it leaves in its wake. “I thought you had a project to do.”

“Who says I'm not doing my project right now?” you respond, and now the heat has reached his ears, turning them red with embarrassment.

“I can’t be your project,” Jaehyun tells you, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair before he continues up the trail, “not when there are so many other nice things to focus on.”

“Are you the photographer Mister Jeong Jaehyun?”

He’s never heard his full name on your lips before, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it. He wonders if you like the taste of it- wonders if you’d like the taste of him-

“I guess not,” Jaehyun admits, turning to look at you. “Can I see the pictures?”

“Nope,” you smile up at him, and Jaehyun can’t even find it within himself to argue with you- he thinks maybe he’ll never be able to, why would he even bother when he can give you everything you want instead?

After your forest walk with Jaehyun, the two of you end up at his frat house for V Week festivities, and when you enter the living space, the first Fifty Shades of Gray movie has just started.

“Have you seen these before?” Jaehyun asks, the two of you hanging back to assess the scene in front of you.

“No,” you tell him, eying the people who are already strewn about the couches. “I didn’t bother to come for these last year.”

“Yeah, I know,” Jaehyun says, and before you can question him, he continues, “I need to go find Johnny. It’s his birthday today, and we’re throwing a small party here- I need to go get ready with the birthday bitch,” the term is surprising coming from Jaehyun’s mouth, however there’s a fondness in his eyes when you look at him, “but you should come by later.”

“I have an early class tomorrow morning, and, to be honest,” you offer him a small smile, “I don't think I'm even going to stay long for this movie. But you should definitely go have fun with Johnny, and thank you for showing me around the forest today.”

“It was my pleasure.” Jaehyun returns your smile, and after a moment of staring into each other’s eyes, Jaehyun tears his gaze away, looking instead towards the stairs. “Have fun with your movie if you decide to stay, and the invite to the party is still on the table, just text me and i’ll let you into the house.”

Then he heads up the stairs two at a time; and every step that carries him farther away from you makes you a little sadder.

‘Pull yourself together!’ you think, forcing your gaze to the living room again, where your eyes lock on the roommate of the man who’d just left you wanting- no, needing more.

You weave your way through the couches that are haphazardly pushed in front of the elevated tv to make V Week movie watching easier, and collapse next to Jungwoo, who smiles at you immediately.

“This is a surprise,” he says, throwing an arm over your shoulder to pull you close to his side, where he’s able to talk to you quietly without disrupting others. “How are you?”

“Good,” you sigh, cuddling against Jungwoo’s warm body. “Have I missed anything big in the movie yet?”

“Nope, it just started.”

“And I'm not stealing the spot of someone you’re expecting, right?”

“Of course not,” Jungwoo grins, turning his head so his lips brush over your ear when he says, “although, I am booked for the next two movie nights, so you’re lucky.”

“I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” you tease, thinking more so about your job as spy, but knowing Jungwoo wont piece that together, and instead will just receive a much needed ego boost.

“We are pretty lucky, aren’t we?” Jungwoo agrees.

You nod, sighing as you get more comfortable next to him. “And if you think about it,” you continue, putting a plan in motion, “we just get to go around all week and have fun- no pressure of being a spy and meeting quotas- if we wanted, we could just stay here and do this the whole movie.” You tighten your grip on him, resting your cheek against his shoulder- you do enjoy cuddling with Jungwoo.

“You know, I kind of feel bad for Spys at times, because we can relax like this- meanwhile they’re out there working and evaluating-” Jungwoo sighs, fingers moving up and down your arm, “but, we could definitely have some fun, if you want to.”

“Sounds good, I was definitely not planning on watching this whole movie,” you laugh, and Jungwoo nods in agreement. Then he stands, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet just like you’d watched Jaemin do to one of your sorority friends when you’d arrived earlier with Jaehyun.

You doubt anyone will be left in the living room by the time the movie is over, and within minutes, you find yourself being ushered into Jungwoo’s room with the promise that the lock on his door is one of the only ones in the frat that actually works.

Jaehyun is on the periphery of your mind, and you can’t help but look at his side of the room, taking in the textbooks piles on his desk and a stack of note cards-

“You okay?” Jungwoo presses his body behind yours, and you let out a shaky breath, enjoying how much bigger he is than you. Out of all the men you mess around with, Jungwoo is definitely the largest- which would often intimidate you, if it weren’t for the fact that Jungwoo is one of the sweetest men you know.

“I’m good, just wondering why you’re not kissing me yet,” you respond, turning to look at the tall man with a smile.

He returns the grin, bringing a hand up so he can pinch your chin between two fingers, eyes dipping to your lips before meeting your own. He leans in slowly, pressing the softest of kisses to your mouth while he releases your face in favor of wrapping you in an embrace that has you locked to his chest.

Your arms drape over his shoulders, and with one hand, you begin to play with his hair, tugging slightly, which prompts Jungwoo to kiss you harder. His mouth slants across your own, fingers slipping under your shirt to splay across the expanse of the small of your back, tugging you closer.

You grab at Jungwoo’s soft crew neck, tugging, and Jungwoo pulls away from your lips to remove the piece of clothing. As soon as he’s shirtless, you push at his chest, and Jungwoo relents to that unspoken command as well, falling back onto his bed, bouncing slightly before he settles with a smile, looking up at you with eyes full of adoration.

You step towards the bed and Jungwoo sits up, reaching forward. One large, warm hand finds the back of your left thigh, and he pulls it towards himself, making you fall onto the bed, knee landing next to his hip while you easily move to straddle him.

His pretty lips find your neck, and you run your fingers through his hair, adjusting the way you’re sitting on him so you can grind down on his cock, which is straining against blue denim.

Jungwoo’s hands are on your waist, and they slide up under your shirt, his fingers hooking in the back strap of your bra and tugging, his tongue licking a stripe across your collarbone.

You know how much Jungwoo loves your boobs, and you waste no time tugging your shirt off. Jungwoo lets out an appreciative groan, pressing his face into the swell of your breasts. His hands grab the straps on your shoulders, sliding them down while you undo the clasp behind you.

A moment later, the bra falls away, and your nipples pebble to the coolness of the room, only to have warm hands kneading the soft flesh of your breasts within an instant.

A sigh leaves your lips and you let your head loll back, enjoying the feeling of Jungwoo’s lips wrapping around one of your newly exposed, sensitive nubs. The man below you groans loudly, squeezing your other breast while he suctions his mouth on his focus, tongue flicking at you before his teeth graze your skin.

Your hands find Jungwoo’s pretty blonde hair, lacing through the soft strands to anchor yourself while you rut your hips, dragging your core across his still confined length.

“Fuck,” Jungwoo sighs softly, and you laugh- the frat boy hardly swears, and whenever he does, it’s usually in the smallest voice- “Are you going to ride me?” he asks sweetly, pulling away from your breasts in favor of grabbing your waist, dragging you across his lap again while looking up at you with lust filled eyes and a plump lip bitten between his teeth.

How could you refuse him?

You press your hands to his shoulders, pushing the man sometimes referred to as ‘Zeus’, and he falls back immediately, giving you complete control. His blonde hair is splayed across the white duvet, and he has the laziest smile on his lips, the sunlight illuminating him just so-

Sometimes you think Jungwoo could be the man for you… but your bed doesn’t have room for two pillow princesses, even if you’re only part time.

Frat boy treasure trails can be a hit or a miss, but Jungwoo’s is usually kind of glorious- however, when you hover over Jungwoo’s middle to grab the button of his jeans and look down, you find that it’s blonde- and you stop in your tracks.

“Did you bleach and dye your pubes too, Jungwoo?” you laugh, looking up at him with an amused expression.

“Ten said I should! I'm going to The V Eve Party as Cupid this year,” he explains, and you go back to your work. “It matches my hair-” his hand cups under your jaw, applying the tiniest of pressures that makes you look up at him again- “and it’s sexy, right?”

You don’t even care that you’re supposed to be evaluating him and having Jungwoo work for it- as you pull his thick length out of his tight blue jeans, you decide you’re going to give him this one for free.

Final Scoreboard for Monday, Feb 9th

Boy’s team: 4

8/10 Kim Yeji

9/10 Park Hajoon

9/10 Yang Jiho

8/10 Cho Nari

Girl’s team: 2

9/10 Lee Donghyuck

9/10 Kim Jungwoo

Feb 10, Tuesday : Four days until V day

Jaehyun comes downstairs to find the living room already half full. The second 50 Shades film isn’t on yet, and so far, people are just chatting and drinking, passing red solo cups around and casting glances at each other.

A number of eyes keep moving to you, and Jaehyun wonders if Jeno and Renjun know how obvious they’re being about their interest- but from the way you’re so engrossed in chatting with Mark, Jaehyun knows this isn’t a situation he really needs to worry about.

Despite being one of the more mild mannered men in the room, Mark still holds a lot of respect. Everyone knows you’re his best friend, and people have given wide berth, even leaving a space open next to you on the couch that Jaehyun is more than willing to take.

“Are you two staying for the whole movie?” Jaehyun asks once he’s seated.

“No,” Mark says immediately.

You let out a laugh. “I guess he’s not, but I think I might try to make it through at least half of this. How about you? I’d have thought you’d have a hot date planned out or something? It is V week after all, and I know not everyone is like me and Mark.”

Jaehyun lets out a small chuckle, and the forestry major sits back, getting comfortable, then; “between us, I’m starting to think you and Mark have the right idea about this whole week.”

“Really?” You cock a brow in shock.

Jaehyun knows he has a reputation during V Week, especially since his birthday is on Valentines Day. And while he does often score frequently in the days leading up to one of the biggest frat parties of the year, Jaehyun is definitely more of a laid back kind of lover, preferring one or two fuck buddies who he respects, versus a hoard of one night stands.

Instead of getting into the details - instead of telling you that being near you has made him want to quit V Week all together and just ask you out - Jaehyun says, “it just gets tiring.”

And it’s the truth.

You’re just at the halfway mark through the V Week countdown, and wear and tear is becoming obvious, even within the room you’re currently in.

Jungwoo is passed out on a couch a few feet away, arms wrapped around the girl he’d promised to spend the night with, and with the looks of it, Jaehyun wonders if it’s even going to be important for him to find a place to kill an hour or two at all-

But just as there are those who have obviously been getting too much pussy- there are obvious signs of those who have not. Jaehyun’s gaze moves to Hendery and Xiaojun, who look jittery even while they have a girl between the two of them. Jaehyun would bet that by the end of the movie, she’ll be gone while the men remain.

The film starts, and Mark does his best to sit through it- but the poor man doesn’t last.

This is how, thirty minutes in, Jaehyun has you all to himself, and you even rest your head on his shoulder, which causes the love struck man to suck in a breath that he proceeds to hold for a good, long while.

A suggestive scene earns one or two gasps from the few people still watching- and Jaehyun is pretty sure someone is being fingered in the couch behind yours but refuses to turn and look- instead, he shifts ever so slightly, and you respond by rubbing your face into his shoulder and moving closer.

The forestry major’s heart leaps in his chest at the way you’re tucked against his body, and he sneaks a glance down at you, which is when he realizes you’re asleep.

A smile works its way onto Jaehyun’s lips, and a fondness unlike anything he’s ever felt blooms within him. He lets you sleep on his shoulder for the entirety of the move, and only once you’re the last two in the room does he wake you with an offer to walk you home.

He’s so pretty- even dressed in something as simple as jeans and a black hoodie, Jaehyun is one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen. And it doesn't help that his his hair has been looking particularly floofy and tuggable lately-

“Thanks for walking me home,” you say, realizing you’ve been staring.

“I live five minutes away, don’t worry about it.” He smiles, turning to head down the front steps of your Sorority House.

“Oh- Jaehyun?” you call, hating to watch him leave-

He’s in front of you a moment later - “Yeah?” - and Jaehyun looks at you with eyes that make you melt.

“I know it’s not for a few days- but if I got you a birthday present, would you want it on Valentine’s Day? Or should I drop it off the night before during the V Eve Party?”

He falters slightly, licking his lips. “I mean, it depends on the gift.”

You look up at the man who has walked you home- the man you’ve had a crush on for over a year- and you’re reminded of Mark’s warning about Spy week- you can’t invite Jaehyun in- not now-

“But also,” Jaehyun clears his throat, “you don’t have to get me anything.”

“I want to.”

“Then surprise me,” he grins.

You come up with another excuse to keep him with you, if only for a few minutes longer, and say, “By the way, the pictures we took in the forest- I didn’t get exactly what I wanted, so I'm thinking tomorrow after class I might go out again.”

“Do you want me to come with you?”

A small laugh leaves your lips, and you lean against the doorframe, watching him. “You’re really not taking V week seriously this year, are you?”

“What do you mean?” he matches your amused expression with one of his own.

“Every time we’re out in the woods- this is two days off of V week just to help me,” you point out, “and what you said earlier with Mark, about he and I having it right by participating less-”

“Maybe I just like you,” Jaehyun says smoothly, “and besides, it’s V Week, and a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.”

“Touche,” you smile. “Goodnight, Jaehyun.”

“See you tomorrow.”

Final Scoreboard for Tuesday, Feb 10th

Boy’s team: 5

8/10 Kim Yeji

9/10 Park Hajoon

9/10 Yang Jiho

8/10 Cho Nari

7/10 Han Rose

Girl’s team: 2

9/10 Lee Donghyuck

9/10 Kim Jungwoo

Feb 11, Wednesday : Three days until V day

The final movie in the 50 Shades of Grey trilogy is just beginning to play when you and Jaehyun arrive back to the frat after a second outing of picture taking and getting to know each other over copious amounts of information sharing on forestry and photography.

“Are you staying to watch?” you ask, turning to look at Jaehyun.

He shakes his head. “Studying upstairs, I have a test on Friday morning to prepare for.”

“Funny, me too,” you laugh.

“Do you want to come study?” Jaehyun asks, and the sincerity in his offer makes you want to accept-

But you have a job to do.

You only have 2 of 5 evaluations done, and if you get another 1 tonight, that will leave 2 more to obtain over the next 2 days. While you’re technically allowed to score on Valentine’s day, anytime before the Evaluation List Reveal at midnight, it’s cutting it close- and you’re not in the mood for a threesome anytime soon.

“I think I’ll study tomorrow actually,” you tell him, “but I’ll see you at the V Eve Party on Friday.”

Jaehyun nods. “Good luck on your test.”

“Good luck on yours too.”

Watching him go doesn’t get easier, especially now that his hoodie is off, and the muscle shirt he’s wearing shows off strong shoulders-

“Hey.”

You turn to find your best friend standing next to you, and Mark pulls you with him to the kitchen.

“Mark?” you say his name in confusion, not used to your friend being hasty.

“Sorry, I-” Mark lets go of your hand. “Are you almost done your- uh-” he leans in and whispers: “quota?”

“Oh,” you stand closer, “I have two down, and I need three more-”

“Oh my gosh-” his eyes widen, “you might not make your quota-”

“And I have a test tomorrow that I have to study for-” you groan.

“So invite someone over tomorrow,” Mark says.

“What?”

“Invite someone. Anyone.”

“I can’t-” you shake your head, and then an idea pops into your head. “Mark, you could tell Jeno tomorrow that I'll be home- and he’d come, right?”

“You want me to help you get laid?” Mark laughs.

“Please?”

“You know this is asking me to help you with your Spy duties.”

“So you’re like- the girl’s Undercover Spy behind enemy lines, a man on the inside,” you tell him, grinning and poking his chest gently.

“Stop,” Mark’s ears are turning red, and he pushes your hand away. “Who are you going to go with right now, though?” He looks past you at the living room where people are still mingling and deciding on couch arrangements, and you mirror the motion, which is how your eyes lock onto YangYang.

The man in question winks at you, and you smile in response, breathing, “him,” to Mark before pushing off from the counter to go and flirt your way into another evaluation opportunity.

“Looking for a cuddle buddy?” YangYang smirks mischievously when you approach, motioning to the couch he’s perched on.

“Honestly, I didn’t watch the second movie yesterday,” you tell him, “so I’m not even sure if I want to bother with this one.”

YangYang nods. “Sounds good, I didn’t pay much attention yesterday either-” he stands up, stepping towards you, “but that’s okay, because I already have way too many ideas on what I want to do to you.”

“You do, huh?”

“Of course,” he gently takes your hand, looking into your eyes, “I mean, have you seen your body?”

You laugh, shaking your head at how lame frat boys sometimes are when it comes to seduction tactics.

“Let’s go to my room,” YangYang suggests, and you allow him to think that this entire situation is his idea, although you’d had a major part in orchestrating it.

YangYang has a few new tricks up his sleeve from last year, but the only difference you insist on is that when he finally cums, after working you up two times over, you don’t let him bite into your shoulder and mark you.

After all- what would you say to Jaehyun if he saw a hickey on your skin?

Jaehyun tries not to think about how dirty the frat bathroom must be as he showers away any residual fluids left on his skin from an intense study session and impromptu workout. His shower curtain sways, moved by the opening and closing of the bathroom door, signalling the entrance of some of the forestry major’s frat brothers, who are easily identified as YangYang and Jeno by the sound of their voices.

The two younger frat brothers are chatting about V Week, and Jaehyun listens in on the details while scrubbing the smell of floral perfume off his skin .

“I don’t think the spy could be Rose this year,” YangYang says, “but at the same time- why else would she have slept with you?”

“Hey!” Jaehyun hears the sound of a body hitting the wall, and guesses YangYang has earned a shove from Jeno for his mischief. “Rose likes me!”

“Sure she does.”

“Well maybe Y/N is the spy,” Jeno states, “or why would she have slept with you?”

“Y/N can’t be the spy, she’s too much like Mark,” comes an easy retort. “I doubt she even puts her name in the raffle. It’s not her. Y/N’s not the spy.” A pause, then, “even though she’s not the spy, it’s still nice to work hard for her during V Week.”

“Tell me about it,” Jeno sighs, “she let me fuck her last year, and I havent been able to stop thinking about her since- I wanted to talk to her during the fifty shades marathon two days ago but then Jaehyun sat next to her-”

“Bro,” YangYang interjects, “don’t even get me started on Jaehyun. I know he’s this notorious fuck boy, but there’s a reason why none of our hyungs have scored with Y/N-” a sink turns on and off and Jaehyun holds his breath waiting for revolutionary information to come his way, “you have to be intense, but not so much that she’s actually worried about your feelings, you know what I mean? It’s never going to be Y/N that catches feels first-”

“Maybe I'm coming on too strong-” Jeno voices Jaehyun’s fears.

“Only if you bring up the romantic shit,” YangYang clarifies, “for V Week, you just have to be direct with her- I invited her up to my room earlier and she had to leave as soon as we finished because she has a test to study for-”

“A test? For when?”

“Friday.”

“Fuck-” Jeno groans, “I bet she’s not even going to be at the frat tomorrow, then.”

“Probably not.”

And for the second time, Jeno voices the thoughts of the man still hidden behind a shower curtain, when he says; “Then I guess I have my work cut out for me.”

Final Scoreboard for Wednesday, Feb 11th

Boy’s team: 6

8/10 Kim Yeji

9/10 Park Hajoon

9/10 Yang Jiho

8/10 Cho Nari

7/10 Bin Ari

8/10 Chi Hwasa

Girl’s team: 3

9/10 Lee Donghyuck

9/10 Kim Jungwoo

7/10 Liu YangYang

Feb 12, Thursday : two days until V day

You’re just about to take a break from studying when a sharp sound makes your eyes dart to your window. A moment later, something hits the glass, creating the same sound that had drawn your attention in the first place, and you lurch into motion, running to go see what it is- only to find a man standing on the grass outside below.

“Jeno?”

“You have notifications off!” he calls, prompting you to pat your pocket for your phone, which you remove and use to confirm his observation.

“Sorry I missed all these,” your eyes scan the messages quickly, and you shake your head, “I’ll meet you at the front door and let you in.”

As you descend the stairs to the first floor, you let out a laugh- Mark had followed through with suggesting Jeno go to your place as a booty call, and the poor guy had been so determined, he’d thrown rocks at your window to get your attention when texts had failed-

This is too easy.

Jeno’s eyes are bright, and he can’t hide the excitement in his expression when you open the door for him. He’s dressed in a black hoodie and jeans, a baseball cap covering his hair and making him look very ‘boy next door’- an aesthetic you’re feeling particularly soft for today.

“So,” you lean against the doorway, smiling, “you really wanted to see me, huh?”

“Well I-” he swallows thickly, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, “I haven't really had a chance to talk to you yet this week- and I know a bunch of the guys are going to be hitting on you tomorrow at the V Eve Party, and then on Valentine’s day, but then you didn’t come to the frat today-”

“I have a test to study for.”

“Yeah, Mark mentioned it’s tomorrow- how’s studying coming?”

“It’s alright, I was just taking a study break actually-”

“Oh yeah?” Jeno’s expression lights up. “How long do your breaks usually last?”

“It depends,” you say, the familiar words tasting foreign on your tongue as you open the front door wider.

“On what?” he asks as he steps past you.

“I think you know what,” you laugh, turning to face Jeno while you push the door closed.

His lips meet yours a moment later, hands cupping your face while he presses his body against yours, pinning you to the wall.

You have to admit, Jeno is a fabulous kisser, and soon you’re stifling a moan while grinding down on his thigh, which has been strategically placed between your own. “Bedroom?” you ask, tugging on Jeno’s hair to pull him away from where he’s licking at the sweet spot just under your ear.

He doesn’t even respond, simply bends down and lifts you up, bracing your back against one arm while his hands cup under your knees.

“So, what are you going to do to me?” you ask, toeing the line of submissivity- Jeno definitely has the power to be a dom, but his dry response of “whatever you want” reminds you that this young bull is lacking a very fundamental piece of the ideal dom puzzle: unwavering confidence.

Jeno doesn’t trust himself to make you feel good, which is endearing, and leads to him going above and beyond- making you cum on his tongue as soon as you’re in your bedroom, eyes focused on you the entire time- but you hate having to ask for everything- hate that Jeno wants to drag this out even after hearing you’re on a time crunch- you have to physically grab his cock to pull his attention off of rubbing at your g spot with his fingertips, and even once he’s inside of you, his pace prompts you to take over.

You ride Jeno until your thighs are burning from effort and the man below you is cumming, wrapping his arms around you and gasping against your neck while his hips rut up- triggering your own orgasm-

Ten minutes later, you watch Jeno lumber back across the lawn towards the frat village, and you decide that for your last V Week Fuck Quota, you need to fuck someone more dominant. You’re sick of playing around with boys who, while eager to please, will never really, fully, scratch the itch you’re so desperate to have scratched-

Now you just have to figure out who is safe- not only in terms of viable options who you know you won’t fall in love with, but in terms of who in the frat might be a Spy- regardless of any of your own behaviours this week, you’re still not intent on ending up on the V Week Evaluation Board, especially when it’s going to be presented on Jaehyun’s birthday.

Jaehyun walks past Mark when he enters the kitchen, heading to grab some cereal, and the Canadian starts conversation by saying, “Looks like we’ve both been kicked out of our rooms to let our roommates get laid, huh?”

“Hyuck kicked you out again?” Jaehyun laughs, opening the fridge to grab some milk.

“Of course he did,” Mark sighs. “He’s been kicking me out all week.”

“Does he at least offer to let you join first?” Jaehyun asks. “You know, when he shows up with whatever girl he’s fucking.”

“What? No!?” Mark is gaping at Jaehyun now. “Does Jungwoo offer that to you?!”

The forestry major simply smiles, pouring milk over his cereal, “What happens during V Week stays during V Week, Mark.”

Just then, the front door to the frat opens, and Jeno comes walking in. His baseball cap is backwards, and he adjusts it when his eyes land on his Hyungs, a smile spreading across his face while he runs a hand through messy hair. “What are you two doing here?”

“Haechan kicked me out,” Mark responds.

“And I’m having cereal,” Jaehyun motions with his bowl, “want some?”

Jeno shakes his head. “No, I need to go pass out. I'm exhausted.”

“From what?” Jaehyun asks, shoveling a spoonful of food into his mouth.

“Well,” Jeno casts a glance at Mark before returning his gaze to Jaehyun, “Mark told me Y/N was at home studying today- so I went over, and Mark-” his eyes go to the Canadian again, “I know she’s your best friend so you can’t go after her yourself- but fuck- thank you so much for telling me she’d be home-”

There’s a sour taste in Jaehyun’s mouth while he watches Jeno and Mark interact quickly before Jeno runs upstairs to have a nap, and the forestry major can’t help himself but ask, “What does Y/N even see in the people she sleeps with during V Week?” the moment he’s alone with Mark again.

His jealousy is obvious. Jaehyun doesn’t have the energy to hide it anymore, and his words have Mark on his feet in an instant. “I knew you had a thing for Y/N!” Mark bellows excitedly, eyes wide from what appears to be a pretty clear confession of interest-

“I get that Jungwoo and Haechan have reputations for V Week- but Jeno and YangYang?” Jaehyun continues, stirring his cereal aggressively with his spoon. “Have either of them ever actually had a date with a girl that didn’t involve them talking for an hour about video games?”

Mark is quiet for a moment, then he says, “I think you’re missing the point of V Week, Jaehyun. It’s not about who’s the best at dates-”

“Fine, yeah, you’re right, it’s not-” Jaehyun groans, frustrated that he wasn’t able to communicate his anger better- “but you’re telling me, Y/N looked at the whole roster of men in our frat house, and decided YangYang was a top choice?”

Another pause for deliberation.

“I think,” Mark sighs finally, “maybe there’s more to it that you’re not seeing.”

“Then enlighten me.” Jaehyun sets his cereal down, pressing his palms flat against the counter, leaning forward and watching Mark carefully.

“I just-” Mark breaks under the pressure of Jaehyun’s gaze, “she’s my friend. I can’t just spill her secrets. If you really want to know why she avoids older guys during V Week, you’ll have to ask her that yourself-” another sound of exasperation and conflict, then, “but I should let you know… I may have told her not to fuck anyone older than Jungwoo or risk landing on the V Week Evaluation List.”

“You what?” Jaehyun’s jaw drops.

“I know it’s the biggest rule to not tell other people who our spy is- but technically I didn’t tell her who the spy is, I just told her not to sleep with anyone older than Jungwoo- which really doesn’t actually make a huge difference in the grand scheme of things-” Mark rambles, but then recollects himself, taking a breath and crossing his arms over his chest. “Besides! She doesn’t want to be on the Evaluation List.”

Jaehyun really can’t fault Mark for looking out for a friend, he just wishes he’d known about this little age specific restriction earlier in the week, before he’d spent multiple nights wondering if maybe, just maybe the reason you’ve not propositioned him this week is because of the unofficial ‘emotional consideration’ rule that many houses in the greek system have some variation of.

He’d started hoping- praying really, that you feel the same way he does. That you’re waiting till the week is over to actually start a relationship - of any kind - with him-

Only for Jaehyun to have just found out that the reason you’re keeping distance is because you’re worried - and rightly so - that he could be the spy, based off of some stupid age specification Mark had given you-

Now Jaehyun really doesn’t know where he stands with you, and the thought makes his heart lurch uncomfortably in his chest. He takes a breath, then says, “I’m going upstairs.”

“But I thought Jungwoo was in your room with a girl?”

“He is.”

The Canadian gasps, “So Jungwoo really offers to let you join!?”

“I told you Mark,” Jaehyun sighs, “what happens during V Week stays during V Week.”

Final Scoreboard for Thursday, Feb 12th

Boy’s team: 8

8/10 Kim Yeji

9/10 Park Hajoon

9/10 Yang Jiho

8/10 Cho Nari

7/10 Bin Ari

8/10 Chi Hwasa

8/10 Hong Eunji

9/10 Song Hwasa

Girl’s team: 4

9/10 Lee Donghyuck

9/10 Kim Jungwoo

7/10 Liu YangYang

8/10 Lee Jeno

Feb 13, Friday : one day until V day

“You’re starting to look a little obvious-” Mark says quickly, nudging you with his shoulder.

You tear your gaze from the dance floor, where, admittedly, you had been intent on finding Guy # 5, and you frown. “It’s V Eve, Mark, I have to reach the quota tonight-”

“You could do it tomorrow.”

“That would be cutting it too close,” you remind him, feeling anxious enough already. The thought of fucking someone while you’re increasingly interested in Jaehyun is distressing enough as it is, let alone fucking someone else while on Jaehyun’s birthday- Valentine’s Day no less-

“Mark,” you whine, “would it be really bad if I slept with Jaehyun as my fifth quota?”

“It would be bad because you like him,” Mark tells you, “emotions and V Week don’t mix well, that’s what your sorority’s unofficial rule is, right?”

You groan, also realizing that evaluating Jaehyun would feel horrible-

It might be all fun and games with the other men you’ve slept with, but Mark’s right- that’s not how you’d feel about Jaehyun.

“Besides- Jaehyun hasn’t actually been flirting with me that much-” you mutter, “so he’s probably not interested anyways-”

“I don’t think-” Mark begins to say something, but then a loud, feminine squeal draws both of your eyes to the dancefloor, where a table has been pushed into the center. The whole crowd is dressed in whimsical, love themed V Eve costumes, but even you have to admit that the two girls dressed as golden cupids, who are standing on the table in the middle of the dance floor, are two of the prettiest girls you’ve ever seen-

And squished between them is a familiar, floofy haired, forestry major, dimples on full display while he practically glows with happiness-

“Yeah, Jaehyun definitely has better things to do tonight,” you state, tearing your gaze away in favor of returning to your initial task, which had been scanning the frat for viable options, before Mark had interrupted you.

You meet a pair of chocolate brown eyes, and Mark’s ‘Big’ winks.

You’re reminded of what your sorority sisters had said, that a Spy is never picked two years in a row- which makes Johnny the closest thing to a safe bet older than Jungwoo that you can find.

All it takes is one small motion with your head, a tiny invite, and Johnny joins you and Mark at the side of the dance floor. “Well, don’t you two look thick as thieves?” he muses, eying you over the rim of his cup.

“This is just how we look,” Mark states.

Johnny gives a quick shake of his head. “It’s more than that. In fact, if I recall correctly- last year, at about this exact time in fact, at this exact party- I'm pretty sure you cock blocked me, Mark Lee.”

You watch your best friend crumble under Johnny’s gaze, and the older man’s smile widens.

“So I'm right,” the man from Chicago breathes, then turns his attention to you. “How about this, I promise you I’m not the spy. Interested in taking me up on my offer from last year?”

“Jesus christ-” Mark groans next to you- he’s made it clear how much he hates his friends hitting on you - let alone propositioning you for sex - in front of him, and he promptly leaves without another word while you consider Johnny’s offer.

He is your type. Moreso your type than anyone you’ve slept with so far this week- which is what makes him a potential emotional hazard-

But staring up at Johnny’s handsome face, you realize you’re not at risk of him stealing your heart- because you’re pretty sure someone else already has.

Jaehyun is so happy he feels like he’s floating, surrounded by his friends- a crowd counting down from ten to yell “Happy Birthday!” when the clock strikes twelve-

And yet something is missing.

Try as he might to shake the thought of you, he can’t get the image of your face out of his head. It doesn’t help that you’d told him you’d be bringing a birthday present- and Jaehyun realizes he probably shouldn’t have left it up to you to surprise him today or tomorrow, because he’s honestly been sort of waiting for you to show up all night-

“You looking for someone?” Johnny’s voice pulls Jaehyun out of his own mind, and he sighs at having allowed the thought of you to once more infringe on his happiness-

But he decides to be honest- why bother hiding his infatuation with you now that V Week is nearly over? Jaehyun’s still torn about your motives in everything- unsure how you feel about him- and he’ll be damned if he starts his Valentine’s Day still being unsure-

“I’m looking for Y/N,” Jaehyun says, “been waiting for her to show up all night-”

“Y/N?” Johnny’s brows furrow. “Y/N came and went, if you know what I mean.”

It takes a moment for Jaehyun to process his friend’s words, and he blinks up at his hyung- now more confused than ever.

“You slept with her?” What about her no guys older than Jungwoo policy?

“Yeah, it was around the time you got onto that table with those two cupids- which, by the way- holy fuck Jaehyun- what was that like-”

“I didn’t fuck them,” Jaehyun answers, looking around at the crowd, a determined set to his jaw, fist clenched at his side, “but,” - now that I know Y/N has cum and gone, and I’ve been waiting around like an idiot all night - “I think that should change.”

Final Scoreboard - for Friday Feb 13th

Boy’s team: 10

8/10 Kim Yeji

9/10 Park Hajoon

9/10 Yang Jiho

8/10 Cho Nari

7/10 Han Rose

8/10 Chi Hwasa

8/10 Hong Eunji

9/10 Song Hwasa

8/10 Bang Minri

9/10 Bin Ari

Girl’s team: 5

9/10 Lee Donghyuck

9/10 Kim Jungwoo

7/10 Liu YangYang

8/10 Lee Jeno

8/10 Suh Johnny

Feb 14, Saturday : Valentines Day

You arrive at the Valentines Day Party a little on the early side- too eager to see Jaehyun and give him your gift to wait around and pre-drink with your friends.

When you enter the frat, many of the boys are already mingling in the living space, getting beer pong set up and arguing over the half torn decorations left up from the night before- you’ve been the type, in the past, to step in when Doyoung and Haechan fight, and while you think an argument could be made on both sides- you don’t feel compelled to tie break, not tonight.

Instead, your eyes lock onto Jaehyun.

He’s standing in the kitchen, back facing you while he pours himself a drink.

Unlike last night’s whimsical Valentine’s aesthetic, the Valentines Day Party always insists on a classier approach- and the way Jaehyun’s white dress shirt stretches across his broad shoulders is making you practically drool.

You reach Jaehyun just as he finishes his task, and he turns to put the bottle of vodka back in the cupboard, nearly bumping into you in the process. “Oh-” he steps back, looking you up and down quickly, then a smile appears on his face, “you’re here.”

“Of course I am,” you grin, a little taken aback by his surprised expression, “I brought you your present-” you hold up the little gift bag, “oh! and happy birthday by the way!”

His eyes scan the present, then he grabs your hand. “Come on, I’ll open it in my room,” he says before leading you towards the stairs that take you to the second floor.

Once you’re sealed in privacy created by a locked door, Jaehyun sits on his bed, patting the space next to him. You take your seat, passing Jaehyun his present before folding your hands in your lap, patiently awaiting his reaction.

You try not to laugh when Jaehyun wrestles with the copious amounts of coloured parchment paper surrounding the gift that he finally pulls out of the bag, and once he’s holding the little photo album in his hands, your heart lurches, the real moment of truth having arrived.

He looks confused for a second, but when he opens the book to find a photo of himself, realization flashes in his eyes.

The image shows him standing in front of a beautiful rock face, arms extended, palms flat against the stone- the sunlight had been streaming through the trees in a such a way that lit up the pretty brown undertones of Jaehyun’s usually dark hair- and you hadn’t been able to resist capturing the shot.

“Maybe it’s a little nerdy-” you find yourself saying when Jaehyun flips the page to reveal a leaf you’d taped there, the same leaf sporting a crescent thumb nail print- “but you were telling me all these details about the types of trees and leaves-” you pause, waiting for a reaction- any reaction, but instead, Jaehyun just keeps flipping through the pages, expression unreadable.

“Do you-” you bite at your lip, “do you not like it?”

He finally looks up at you, eyes wide. “No- I love it,” he assures you, “it’s just- fuck,” he sets the book down on his bed and stands up abruptly, turning his back to you and running a hand through his hair, “you drive me insane.”

You frown at his behaviour, worried you’ve upset him. “I do?”

“Yeah-” Jaehyun turns again, and you meet his steady gaze. “Do you know how long I've been trying to find a way to talk to you?” he asks. “Like, really talk to you. Not just bullshit at parties.”

You shake your head, blinking.

“I’ve been trying since the very first time you walked into the frat- September 20th, all set in your new little sorority outfit-” He groans, shaking his own head at the shocking timeline he’s just presented. “I tried to ignore it- but that costume you wore with Mark for Halloween last year too- And then on Monday, when I bumped into you on the trails in the forest- It was everything I could have hoped for- only the timing was just so off- because everyone is fucking like fucking bunny rabbits around here for V Week- and there’s the spy thing, which adds another level of difficulty because I know how you feel about the list- and it’s like, we’re playing this game. And it’s been a week of confusing moves I don’t know how to read- and now you give me this as a birthday present-” he gently picks up the photo album, “and I just don’t know-”

“Then ask,” you suggest, swallowing thickly in an attempt to calm your racing heart.

Jaehyun lets out a breath. “What am I even supposed to ask?”

“Anything,” you tell him.

He studies you. “Is this a one question type of deal, or do I get three?”

“I’m not a genie,” you laugh. “So I suppose that means you can have as many questions as you want because it’s your birthday.”

The room is quiet for a few moments, and you can see the wheels in Jaehyun’s head spinning- but you can’t prepare yourself for the first question that inevitably leaves his mouth: “if you’re so against having your name on the V Week Evaluation List, and Mark told you not to sleep with anyone older than Jungwoo, why did you get with Johnny last night?”

The answer is easy: you got with Johnny because you had to meet the Quota. But you can’t tell Jaehyun this- you can’t be the first sorority girl in history to be caught as spy- so you fall back on the logic you’d used to include Johnny in your V Week Evaluations to begin with: “Because no one is ever Spy two years in a row- he was safe.”

“He was safe,” Jaehyun repeats, and you realize your excuse isn’t enough.

“In more ways than one-” you continue, “my sorority has this unofficial rule list- ways to keep ourselves safe, and the top rule on the list is never to sleep with someone during V Week that you actually have feelings for- because no good relationship is ever started during V Week.”

“So you’re saying-” Jaehyun sets the photo album down on his bedside table, eyes locked on you as you stand up.

“I don’t like Johnny,” you clarify. “And since the moment I walked into this frat in my ‘new little sorority outfit’ I've thought you were cute- which is why I avoided you last year for V Week- but this year, bumping into each other on the trails- you’re right. It was everything I could have hoped for too.”

“Really?” Jaehyun steps closer, invading your space, his hand reaching for yours so he can run the pad of his thumb against the back of your fingers.

“Uh huh,” you look down at your interlocked hands, “and if you really must know, another reason I only sleep with younger frat guys is because I know that if I ever let someone older than me, who I actually like, dom me- I’d be putty in their hands.”

You swear Jaehyun’s voice gets an octave lower when he asks, “is that such a bad thing?” and the small smile he flashes you when you sneak a peek up at him makes your skin heat with excitement.

Your response is soft; “I wouldn't know, I've never let it happen.”

The sigh that leaves Jaehyun’s lips is as close to a groan as you’ve ever heard from him, and your pussy throbs at the notion.

“So you’re telling me,” Jaehyun tugs you closer, hand releasing yours in favor of finding the small of your back, keeping you locked to his chest while he pinches at your chin with the other, “that Johnny didn’t do a number on you last night?”

“I mean,” your heart jumps again, “seeing as V Week Evaluations are technically over in three hours,” - and the fact that we just confessed our interest in each other and I trust you more than I’ve ever trust any frat boy other than Mark - “I think I can safely tell you that Johnny only scored an 8.”

Jaehyun lets out a bark of a laugh, rolling his eyes and grinning. “Talk about irony-” he chuckles, “you’re so worried about your name ending up on the V Week Evaluation List, and yet here you are, the Spy and Frat Boy Evaluator herself.”

“I filled my quota though,” you assure him, “so if you’re worried about ending up on the list- I can just- maybe we could just-”

“Baby,” Jaehyun pinches at your chin, tilting your face up so you have to meet his eyes, “I'm not worried about being on your list, but I do promise not to include you on mine, how’s that sound?”

“Wait-” you gape up at him, “You’re the NCT Spy!?”

“In the flesh.”

“You mean this whole time-” you blink, “we were both- tiptoeing around each other while still completing our V Week Quotas- ”

“I’m ready for this week to be over,” Jaehyun says, eyes dipping to your mouth briefly before moving back up, “aren’t you?”

You nod, tongue darting out to wet your lips-

“But, pretending this was still V Week,” - NCT’s Spy moves his face closer to your own, however he refuses to give you the satisfaction of kissing you yet - “if I wanted a ten out of ten score, what would my pretty girl need me to do to her to make it happen?”

The tiniest of whimpers leaves your mouth at the use of ‘pretty girl,’ and the way that Jaehyun is exuding dominance, while still being respectful and communicative, makes you want to implode- there are so many things you want him to do to you-

“Corrupt me,” you whisper.

“Corrupt you?” Jaehyun lets out a small chuckle, then he pushes you, making you fall onto his bed, which forces you to look up to meet his eyes again. “Pretty Girl wants to be used until she begs, is that what you’re saying?”

You nod, another whine escaping you.

“And it’s going to be your first time being fucked stupid-” Jaehyun says, eyes moving to his closet, “Because you’ve never been with a real dom before, part of me wants to offer to tie you up-”

“Please?”

“But it’s Valentine’s Day,” he concludes, looking at you again, “so maybe I'll save the harder stuff for another time- if you think you can handle it.”

“I can handle it,” you promise- a promise you can’t possibly keep, as you’ve never experienced being tied up or handcuffed- always too scared to fully trust another person-

But that fear is gone now. This is Jaehyun-

He might be stepping into the dom role with much more ease than you’d ever expected- he has a reputation, but you’ve never heard anyone mention this level of dom experience before- but this is still your floofy haired forestry boy. The boy who spent three hours showing you trails, explaining the acute differences between types of ferns, and telling you his favorite keystone species-

“Jae?” you love the way his name feels coming out of your mouth, and from the way he looks at you with stars in his eyes, you can tell it has an effect on him as well.

When you stand up, you’re intent to give a command, to tell him to kiss you, to initiate the way you’ve become used to initiating- but you never get the chance, because Jaehyun is able to read you in a way that no one else ever has, and he presses his lips to yours.

A warm energy pulses through your chest, and your mind goes blank before the big realization of: Oh, so this is how it’s supposed to feel when you kiss someone you actually have feelings for-

You shift closer, looping your arms behind Jaehyun’s neck while his own hands grab at you, pulling you in by your hips while his tongue invades your mouth.

“Such a good kisser,” Jaehyun groans, lips moving to your jaw and then your neck, where he promptly finds your sweet spot, earning a gasp, “and such pretty sounds,” his hands grab your ass, and a moment later you find yourself with your legs wrapped around Jaehyun’s waist, the two of you tumbling onto his bed.

You run your fingers through Jaehyun’s hair while he adjusts the way he’s laying on you, shifting one of your thighs higher on his hip while he grinds against you, teeth and tongue dragging across the sweet spot on your neck-

The idea of having a mark left from this- a mark left from Jaehyun- has your pussy practically throbbing, and when Jaehyun grinds down against you, a whimper escapes you, even whilst you attempt to anchor yourself by tugging on Jaehyun’s soft hair.

“Jae-” you whine his name loudly, and he chuckles against your throat- but like earlier, you don’t need to say more, because the boy between your legs seems to be able to read your mind.

He straightens abruptly, leaving you gasping at the loss- only for your eyes to eat up the visual of Jaehyun quickly undoing the buttons of his shirt, revealing inch after inch of skin that only gets more perfect the more buttons are popped free- until he’s shrugging the fabric off and revealing a wonderfully chiseled form that your hands eagerly move to touch.

“Hey,” Jaehyun bats away your greedy fingers, looking down at you with a grin, “I thought you wanted me to be in charge- or are you a bit of a brat?”

The word ‘brat’ excites you, skin tingling and prompting you to smile, nodding gently.

“Of course you’re a brat,” Jaehyun sighs, palms finding your knees before sliding down your bare thighs, exposed by your dress, “but do I really want to break you?” He makes a face as if he’s considering it, eyes dragging over your form before meeting your own, then he offers you a small smile, “we can test your bratty side another time, but for now, I think I just want to make you cum till you cry, how’s that sound?”

You swallow thickly- torn between the idea of Jaehyun absolutely wrecking you- and the notion of a more vanilla first time with the sweet forestry major- although, you’re not sure the dacryphilia (crying kink) is that vanilla-

“It sounds perfect.”

“It’s good to know you actually thought you had a choice,” Jaehyun lets out a small chuckle, fingers grabbing the fabric of your dress, adjusting it on your tummy so your lower half, and embarrassingly wet panties, are on display for him. “It’s kind of cute,” he admits, “thinking you still have any power after being so direct about submitting to me- you’re lucky I'm a service dom.”

“A service dom?” you squeak when Jaehyun moves to be laying between your legs, digits gently pushing at your inner thighs and prompting you to open them wider.

“Yeah,” Jaehyun places his hand over your core, thumb rubbing at your clit through sticky underwear, “I get off when you get off.” He meets your gaze, laughing a little at your shocked expression, before he hooks his fingers in your panties, dragging them to the side and leaning forward to lick the entirety of your entrance, tongue stopping to circle your clit momentarily. Your legs quiver slightly at the stimulation, hands reaching for Jaehyun’s hair, and it makes him smile even bigger. “See? You have no idea how pretty you are like this.”

“Jae-” you whimper his name when his mouth returns to your pussy, a finger dragging up and down your slit before gently pushing in-

“And the sounds you make,” Jaehyun groans, attacking your core with even more vigor this time, tongue lapping at you while he adds a second finger to your heat, thrusting and crooking them expertly, “I could make you cum for hours and never get tired of your moans.”

His words make you dizzy, and it isn’t long before he’s making you cum on his digits, tongue lapping at your clit, elongating your high until you’re nearly pushing at his head to get some sort of rest from the overwhelming pleasure-

“And you’re so pretty,” Jaehyun moves away from between your legs, “when you cry from this.”

It’s only then that you realize you’ve let slip at least a few tears- and Jaehyun’s thumb brushes the wet tracks away before he slides his middle and pointer fingers past your lips- you groan at your own taste coating his skin, and diligently suck his digits clean.

He’s watching you with dark, lust filled eyes, kneeling between your spread legs, half naked-

Nowhere near as naked as he should be, you realize, and neither are you.

As soon as Jaehyun removes his fingers from your lips, you sit up, grabbing your dress and tearing it off your body.

“This is a cute set,” he tells you, “i kind of feel bad about wanting to rip it off.”

“Don’t feel bad,” you respond, holding your breath while you wait for his followthrough, which you know is coming-

And it does.

He starts with your underwear, grabbing them in one hand and simply tugging them, forcing you to lift your legs off the bed to accommodate this kind of removal, and a moment later Jaehyun’s large body is once more between your thighs, pressing you down against his bed while his lips devour your own, and his hand slips under your back to undo the bra clasp there.

“Jae-” you whine his name, body twitching when the seam of the front of his pants hits your clit just right-

Your bra comes off, and his mouth latches onto your boobs, tongue flicking one nipple while he pinches the other between two fingers. Your back arches off the bed at the stimulation, eyebrows drawn together as another sound of pleasure escapes you.

“Here,” Jaehyun says, continuing his assault of your breasts while he adjusts his form to be not as centered by you by placing one knee on the outer side of your leg, while his other thigh pushes up against your exposed cunt, “if you’re that needy, you can use my thigh, but I’m not done with you yet.”

As if to prove his point, he bites your nipple gently, rubbing his face against the swell of your boobs while he applies more pressure to your core.

You can’t believe he’s making you wait-

But at the same time- unlike every other man you’ve slept with this week, you’re not intent on fighting back- because unlike every other man you’ve slept with this week, you’re submitting to Jaehyun. You’re trusting him to give you the best experience you can have- trusting him to read your body and help you discover what feels good in a way that no one has ever helped you before.

You grind your pussy against Jaehyun’s thigh, tangling your fingers in his hair and throwing your head back against the pillows.

You’re pretty sure you’re going to leave a spot on his pants- but you can’t bring yourself to care, hips working on their own accord, body driven by a need that up until this point, has been insatiable-

But something tells you your appetite for sex will be well taken care of tonight and in the coming future.

Another whimper leaves your lips, and you move a hand to Jaehyun’s strong shoulder, digging your nails into pretty, unblemished skin.

Jaehyun’s kisses finally move back up, and he peppers your throat with affection all the way until he reaches your lips- then he pulls away, looking down at you with an amused expression, brown eyes swirling with fondness and adoration. “Are you going to cum on my thigh baby?”

“Can I?” You’re a little shocked at the words so easily leaving you- the submissive persona inside your chest feeling like a caged up bird who’s finally been set free, and is now able to ruffle out her wings, only to find that, uncaged, this kind of flight comes naturally-

And it does feel like you’re soaring, especially when Jaehyun says “you can cum,” and his hand slips between your legs again. Not only does he push you over the ledge, but he gives you the ability to fly to cloud nine, and he keeps you there, eating up all your pretty sounds while he kisses the life out of you.

This time, it’s Jaehyun who licks his fingers clean when he’s done with you, because you’re too wrecked to do much other than lay there and try to catch your breath. He’s made you cum twice on his fingers now, both times drawing out your orgasm until something near overstimulation- and when you open your eyes, you see that you’re finally about to be rewarded with what you’ve truly been waiting for.

Jaehyun has his belt undone, and he’s watching you carefully even whilst moving to the top button on his pants. “Are you okay?” he asks.

You nod, swallowing thickly and wiping the back of your hand against your eyes to clear any more tears that have slipped out from the last orgasm.

“We can stop now if you can’t take any more-”

“No,” you shake your head immediately, adjusting your thighs on either side of him whilst hooking two fingers in the waistband of his pants to keep him close, “need you.”

Jaehyun smiles that classic smile of his, floofy hair falling in front of his face for a moment while he looks down at where you’ve latched onto him. “You’re adorable,” he tells you. Then he lets out a sigh, undoing the zipper of his pants, “and so greedy.”

You mewl, and Jaehyun’s eyes find you, assessing your expression. “Did you like that princess?” he asks, cocking his head at you, “Being called my greedy little whore?”

You nod, biting at your lower lip while you cave under his gaze, “just for you.”

Jaehyun humms happily, a large, warm hand landing on your thigh and rubbing down then back up again, “what am i going to do with you?”

“Fuck me?” you suggest.

Jaehyun laughs, shaking his head. “I mean after this,” he explains, “You said you’d turn into putty for the right dom- but have you ever stopped to think what you might do to him?”

“I have thought about it,” you tease, tugging at his pants and managing to get them down an inch or two.

“I’m being serious,” Jaehyun tells you, but he doesn’t stop you from continuing to undress him.

“Me too,” you say softly, gnawing on your lip before you continue. “I was thinking that- maybe- maybe tomorrow we could go on a hike again, you could show me more trees some beds of moss-”

Jaehyun lets out a horny yet amused half chuckle that turns into a groan when you suddenly tear his briefs down, releasing his thick, hard cock-

“Can i-” you begin to ask if you can have a turn servicing him, but your service dom never lets you finish your sentence, pushing your hand from his member in favor of flattening his body on top of yours again while his mouth returns to your own with more passion than ever before-

You’re so lost in Jaehyun’s kisses- so delighted by his tongue moving against your own- and a shift causes his cock to drag past your clit, sending a shiver through you.

“Fuck- Jae-” you think maybe you’ll cry if he doesn’t fuck you, but luckily, you don’t even have to finish your ask, because the man who reads you like the back of his hand places the head of his cock at your enterance and begins to push inside of you, and your mind goes blank except for the pleasure of it.

“You’re so warm-” he groans, moving his kisses to your neck, one hand coming up to grab your throat, angling your face away so he has better access to the spot that he’d marked earlier, the spot that makes you whine louder as he begins to fuck into you.

“Jae-” you tug on his hair, and your pretty dom relents this once, relinquishing your neck in favor of pressing soft kisses to your lips while he picks up the pace of his thrusts.

“Do you like that baby?” he smiles at you, dragging his nose across your cheek while continuing to pepper your skin in little kisses that contrast the power of his hips.

“Yes, Jae,” you whimper, torn between wanting to grab at his hair to anchor yourself, or wanting to grab onto his strong shoulders-

“How about this,” he adjusts the angle of his thrusts, a warm hand lifting your hip slightly to reposition it before flattening against your lower abdomen, applying a tiny bit of pressure that adds new depths of feeling-

A huge moan escapes you from the feeling of Jaehyun splitting you open on his cock while now consistently hitting your G spot, and your toes curl, core tightening around him.

“Gonna cum like this?” he asks, and you respond on autopilot with a murmured “yes, Jae” while you begin to kiss his jaw, eyes closed, body overcome by the onset of what is promising to be the biggest orgasm of your entire week-

“Can you hold it?”

You let out a bratty whine just as Jaehyun’s thumb finds your clit, and the stimulation forces you to grab the bed sheets, back arching, pushing your breasts against Jaehyun’s own bare chest- “no, Jae-”

“Then open your eyes and cum for me pretty girl,” he commands, free hand cupping your face while his hips and fingers on your clit make you do just that: cum- but it’s more like an explosion, your pussy clamping down on his cock while you force your eyes open, force yourself to look up at Jaehyun while he fucks you so good that you forget everything else in the entire world-

Your lover lets out a groan, smashing his lips to yours as his own orgasm hits, cock twitching inside of you before spilling his release. You kiss him hard- a clashing of tongues and teeth- but it’s not enough- you kiss him until you’re breathless, until you’re so overcome by everything Jaehyun that you’re lost in the sensation.

His hips start to lose their momentum, and soon they come to stop. You wrap your arms tightly around Jaehyun, fingers finding his hair to twirl while you both focus on breathing, chests pressed so you can feel his racing heart nearly as heavily as your own.

“Can I tell you something stupid?” Jaehyun asks, breaking the quiet and pushing himself off of you ever so slightly before rolling, taking you with him so now you’re the one cradled on top of his chest.

“You can tell me anything,” you breathe happily, cuddling into his side, “but I doubt any of it will be stupid.”

Jaehyun smiles, fingers brushing up and down your arm. “I’m not the type to get jealous,” he says, “but the other day i was in the showers and overheard YangYang and Jeno talking about you-”

“Oh no,” you groan, hiding your face against him.

“They didn’t go into details, don’t worry, what happens in V Week Stays in V Week-” Jaehyun says, “it was just- to be jealous of YangYang?” he laughs to himself, “I knew then and there that I was fucked. That you had me wrapped around your little finger.”

“I am sorry you had to hear them talk about me though,” you frown. “I’m sorry I still had to meet my quota even though we just started getting to know each other this week.”

“I don’t care,” Jaehyun tells you. “I mean it when I say what happens in V Week stays in V Week- I don’t care who you’ve slept with-”

“I don’t care who you’ve slept with either,” you state confidently.

Jaehyun gives you a look. “You might not say that once you see the final evaluation list-”

“Oh my god, how high of a number did you get?” you ask, clarifying: “I’m honestly not jealous- like you said- I’m just- I want to know how badly my sorority got beat this year.”

“I’ll tell you the number, but you’re not going to like it- and this isn’t an excuse, but this whole week was really confusing-”

“Jae,” you place your palm flat on his chest in an attempt to soothe him, “you don’t owe me anything, what happens in V Week Stays in V Week.”

“Okay-” a sigh, then, “what if, instead of telling you the number, I make you cum the number?”

“What if I die? Because you’re making this sound like a really high number-”

“You won’t die,” Jaehyun laughs, rolling to be on top of you again. He presses a gentle kiss to your lips, “but I’ll be nice and say you can start at three, hows that sound?”

“Well, I’m not going to say no to an offer like that-”

“Perfect,” Jaehyun has his tongue in your core a moment later, nose bumping by your already sensitive clit and causing your legs to shake on either side of his head, “lay back and relax, we’re going to be here a while, baby.”

“Jae did pretty well this year,” Mark muses, assessing the final V Week Scoreboard.

“You sound surprised,” Johnny says.

“Well- I’m a little shocked he was able to get his evaluation number up to ten-” Mark admits, “given the amount of time he spent with Y/N this week taking pictures in the forest for her class.”

“Last year he got to fifteen, and he wasn’t even the official evaluator, so his number did go down by like- what is that? Fifty percent? Thirty percent?”

“Aren’t you a business major?”

“I’m off duty,” Johnny grins, swirling the strong scented beverage in his cup.

Mark is quiet for a moment, eyes fixed on the V Week list that not only lists a score out of ten, but the person’s name as well. He hasn’t talked to you since yesterday when you arrived at the frat for the V Week Eve party- and while he saw you come into the frat earlier, you immediately went away with Jaehyun- “Your name is on the list.”

“Yeah, and Haechan scored highest this year again.” Johnny takes a sip of his drink and wipes the back of his mouth with his hand, letting out a breath. “But hey, I thought Y/N would have told you about last night by now.”

“It’s been busy,” Mark frowns. “You know she’s upstairs with Jaehyun right now, right?”

“Yeah, and?”

“Well, you must know by now that she and Jaehyun are-” Mark trails off.

“Are what?”

“Are… into each other?” Mark suggests, not knowing the full extent of your relationship himself.

“What?!” Johnny’s eyes widen, “really? I thought this whole week he was just trying to get her on his list-”

“No, it’s not like that,” Mark states. “I think they actually sort of avoided each other this week- kind of.” He considers it for a moment before adding, “she made him this really cute photo book for his birthday- like I said, they’ve been doing forest walks for her photography class, and she made all these cute details with leaves and shit- do you know the difference between coniferous and deciduous trees?”

Johnny lets out a ‘pfff’ sound, rolling his eyes, “What am I? A forestry major?” he scoffs. “I bet Jaehyun fucking loved the gift.”

“Well,” a fond smile finds its way onto Mark’s lips, “seeing as she went upstairs to give him the gift, and they never came back down- their phones were off, forcing Taeyong and Rose to send me to go knock on Jungwoo and Jaehyun’s door and remind them to text their evaluations in on time- I would think it’s pretty likely Jaehyun enjoyed the gift.” There’s a moment of quiet even as the party rages around them, and then Mark says, “you might have just fucked Jaehyun’s new girlfriend.”

Johnny lets out a sigh, looking down into his cup, “it would appear that way.”

“You fucked her yesterday-” Mark continues, “like- right before the countdown for Jae’s birthday-”

“Uh huh.”

“Wow,” Mark shakes his head, shocked at how quickly things can change.

“Good thing what happens during V Week, stays during V Week,” Johnny says. “Jaehyun won’t be mad about it.”

“I don’t think he’ll be mad either- but you know that’s not an actual rule right?” Mark asks. “Like- you know that Y/N’s sorority has an entire board listing all of our sex stats, regardless of who the evaluator was, from last year, right? Like- they all know who’s been fucking who-”

“What?!” Johnny exclaims, eyes widening. “They’re allowed to do that?”

Mark simply laughs, looking out at the frat house that’s alive with people, “they’re sorority girls, Johnny,” he smiles, “they’re allowed to do anything.”

Final Scoreboard for February 14th

Boy’s team: 10

8/10 Kim Yeji

9/10 Park Hajoon

9/10 Yang Jiho

8/10 Cho Nari

7/10 Han Rose

8/10 Chi Hwasa

8/10 Hong Eunji

9/10 Song Hwasa

8/10 Bang Minri

9/10 Bin Ari

10/10 (Y/N)

Girl’s team: 5

9/10 Lee Donghyuck

9/10 Kim Jungwoo

7/10 Liu YangYang

8/10 Lee Jeno

8/10 Suh Johnny

10/10 Jeong Jaehyun

this fic took way too many hours to complete askjakjska i love Jaehyun- but it’s nice to be done :) what did ya’ll think of Jungwoo? I’ve never written for him (or YangYang or Jeno), but Jungwoo has been bias wrecking me way too hard lately aksjkajaks

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