All For The Sake Of Throne — Psh (m)

sorry for documenting my suffering and delusions online do you still think im hot

UPDATE!!!!!! they are dating 😋😋 and she blocked me yup!!!!!

told my best friend i had a crush on this guy now they (my best friend and the guy) are acting like a couple 😍😍

── ❝ ꒰ 𝒥𝐸𝐴𝐿𝑂𝑈𝑆𝑌 ៸ 𝒥𝐸𝐴𝐿𝑂𝑈𝑆𝑌 .ᐟㅤ ៸៸﹙ 박성훈 ﹚ ᶻ𐰁

GENRE ៸៸ academic rivals ៸ oneshot ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆in which you spotting your academic rival with another girl makes you feel things you had never once experienced before .ᐟㅤ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕1551 ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not proofread ៸ flirty hoon ៸ pet names ៸ cursing ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭 — i miss enha and riize school is depriving me. ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

YOU’VE NEVER LIKED PARK SUNGHOON.

from the very first moment you both met, he was always a step ahead of you—academically, athletically, socially.

even when he wasn’t trying, it seemed like he was out to get you in every way.

whether it was the way he’d breeze through math equations that left you staring at the chalkboard for minutes on end— or how he managed to charm every teacher with his charming wittiness and smooth-talking nature, he just seemed… infuriatingly perfect.

but what made it worse was that he knew it.

“better luck next time, y/n,” sunghoon would say after every test you lost to him.

“don’t worry princess, you’ll get there eventually.” he’d say with a smirk.

and every single time, you would grind your teeth, roll your eyes, and ignore the smug grin on his face.

he was constantly teasing you, acting like your rivalry was all just a game.

he didn’t even take it seriously!— meanwhile, you were constantly working your hardest, pushing yourself to beat him.

but no matter how hard you tried, he was always there, effortlessly flawless. ─── 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘜𝘛 !

the teasing got worse during group projects, where you were often paired together due to your similar grades.

while you were focused on getting things done, sunghoon was focused on teasing you at every opportunity.

“come on, you don’t need to work so hard,” he’d say one afternoon when you were hunched over your notes in the library.

“you’re gonna get wrinkles from all that frowning. besides, you’re cute when you smile.”

you scoffed. “you’re delusional, sunghoon. maybe if you focused more on the project and less on making stupid comments, we wouldn’t be here all afternoon.”

he leaned back in his chair, flashing you that infuriating smirk.

“but tell me, where exactly is the fun in that?”

you hated how his teasing always got under your skin.

and even more than that, you hated how sometimes, when he wasn’t being his cocky self, you caught glimpses of something else.

a small, genuine smile when he thought you weren’t looking—the way his eyes seemed to soften, just for a split second, whenever you were caught up in your work.

but you told yourself it didn’t matter. he was your rival, nothing more.

until one day, everything changed.

it started on a regular afternoon—you were heading to the library to study, the dread of another upcoming test hanging over your shoulders.

you were determined this time to beat sunghoon, no matter what it took.

you had stayed up late the past few nights, reviewing your notes and going over practice problems.

there was absolutely no freaking way in hell you were going to let him win again.

as you approached the library, you spotted sunghoon sitting at a table near the back.

at first, you were ready to ignore him and focus on your work, but then you noticed he wasn’t alone.

a girl sat beside him, leaning close as they whispered and giggled together.

your footsteps faltered, something sharp making its way in your chest.

you didn’t know why, but the sight of sunghoon laughing with someone else—someone who wasn’t you—stung in a way that left you breathless.

you had never seen him like this before— his face was relaxed, open, and there was something intimate about the way they were sitting together, their heads close, completely absorbed in their conversation.

sunghoon’s usually cool and detached demeanor had melted away, replaced by something softer, something you didn’t understand.

and it hurt.

before you could stop yourself, you turned on your heel and walked away.

your chest was tight, and the rational part of your mind tried to convince you that it didn’t matter.

sunghoon was free to talk to whoever he wanted—you sure weren’t his girlfriend, and you certainly didn’t care about what he did outside of your academic rivalry.

but that didn’t stop the flood of emotions crashing through you.

the anger—jealousy—confusion, and somewhere, buried deep beneath it all, was the tiniest flicker of something else—something you refused to acknowledge.

for the next few days, you did everything you could to avoid him.

you stopped going to the library at your usual times, sat farther away from him in class, and when he tried to talk to you, you’d brush him off with a cold remark lacking your usual bicker or pretending you were too busy to listen.

if he noticed, he didn’t say anything, but you caught him glancing your way more often than usual, a frown tugging at his lips.

to distract yourself, you started hanging out with your friend wonbin more.

he was easygoing, fun to be around, and most importantly, he didn’t make your emotions spiral out of control the way sunghoon did.

you’d spend lunch together, study in the library in a different corner from where you and sunghoon would, and soon enough, he became your go-to when you wanted to take your mind off things.

but of course, sunghoon noticed.

it started with the glances—you’d be sitting with wonbin, laughing at one of his jokes, and you’d catch sunghoon watching from across the room.

his usual confidence was replaced with something darker—his jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed.

it unsettled you, but you told yourself it wasn’t your problem, he had no right to be upset when he had been laughing with that girl just days ago.

then came the confrontation.

you were walking to your next class, distracted by a conversation with wonbin, when you felt a firm hand grab your wrist.

startled, you spun around to find sunghoon standing there, his expression hard.

his grip wasn’t tight, but there was something urgent in the way he held onto you, as if he couldn’t let you leave without hearing him out.

“can i talk to you?” his voice was low, but you could hear the tension brewing beneath it.

“not now, sunghoon,” you replied, trying to pull your arm free, but he didn’t let go.

“no, we need to talk. now.. please?”

wonbin gave you a concerned look, but you forced a smile and told him you’d catch up later.

as he walked away, sunghoon tugged you into a quiet, empty hallway where no one could overhear you.

“what the hell is your problem?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper but filled with frustration.

your heart pounded in your chest.

“seriously—my problem? you’re the one acting like an ass.”

“i’m acting like an ass? you’re the one ignoring me for no reason and hanging out with him all the time.” his eyes flicked toward the direction wonbin had walked off in, his jealousy evident.

“oh, so i’m not allowed to have friends now?” you shot back, your voice rising in frustration.

“why do you even care?”

sunghoon’s jaw tightened. “because it’s driving me crazy, okay? seeing you with him—it drives me insane. i don’t know what’s going on, but—” he ran a hand through his hair, his frustration clear.

“why are you avoiding me, y/n? did i do something wrong?”

the vulnerability in his voice caught you off guard. you weren’t used to seeing him like this—raw, open, and confused.

it made your heart ache in a way you weren’t prepared for.

“i saw you,” you finally admitted, crossing your arms in an attempt to keep your voice steady.

“in the library. with that girl. you were laughing with her, and i just—”

you swallowed, unable to finish the sentence. “nevermind—it doesn’t matter.”

sunghoon blinked, his confusion deepening further.

“wait, what girl?”

you glared at him. “don’t play dumb, sunghoon. the girl you were whispering with the other day.”

realization dawned on his face, and for the first time in the conversation, he looked genuinely taken aback.

“you mean… my cousin?”

your stomach dropped. “what?”

“the girl in the library. that was my cousin, y/n. she was visiting for the weekend, and i was just showing her around.” he paused, his lips twitching as if he was holding back laughter.

“wait—no way… are you jealous?”

heat rushed to your face, and you immediately looked away, mortified.

“no! of course not—are you crazy?”

but your weak protest only made him laugh softly, his earlier frustration replaced by amusement— he stepped closer, his tone gentle now.

“you are— don’t lie to me, you’re totally jealous.”

“i’m not,” you mumbled, refusing to meet his eyes.

your cheeks burned with embarrassment. how could you have been so stupid?

sunghoon chuckled, his voice lowering as he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“you’re really cute when you’re flustered, you know that?”

before you could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing against your cheek in the softest of kisses.

the warmth of his plush and soft lips on your skin sent shivers down your spine, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe.

when he pulled back, his own cheeks were dusted with pink, and he suddenly looked just as flustered as you felt.

“uh… i’ll, um, see you later,” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly before quickly turning on his heel and walking away, leaving you standing there, heart racing, utterly speechless.

what the hell are you going to do with park sunghoon?

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pairing: bad boy!jay x good girl!math tutor!reader

genre: fluff, idiots in love, friends to lovers

word count: 3.8k

summary: after finding out about how you secretly went behind his back to stop tutoring him, jay shows up at your place in the middle of the night, not expecting to hear you confess your feelings for him as an axplanation.

warnings: a couple of curse words, brief bickering and kissing

a/n: *nervous laughter* uhm saur i originally didn't plan this to be long but here we are :3 i hope you enjoy reading and if you do, please give feedback and reblog! Happy Jay week, love you <3

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With the unbearable weight of guilt on your shoulders, you sat down on your bed, feeling ironically extremely uncomfortable in your most comfortable pajamas.

It was a little past midnight and you definitely should have been sleeping but instead, you were too busy staring at the screen of your phone that lightened up over the continuous messages Jay was sending you.

You couldn't pick it up and look at what he was saying, because for once you could already guess what they were about and second, you had no good answers to give him, not after how you went behind him like that.

He was probably mad and disappointed, feeling betrayed but this time, he really had every right to be.

Because in his head you were more than a tutor to him, and he’d like to think that he wasn’t just another bad boy with messed up grades in your eyes, that you were forced to help.

But after his last chat with the math teacher, Mr. Smith, he couldn’t be sure of it anymore.

Why? Because it turns out you told the teacher himself, in person, that you wanted to quit tutoring Jay for good, without bothering to speak to him about it first.

But what was your reason?

It’s been 6 months since you started tutoring him and never once you guys had an argument, not even a small bickering.

Jay could be a total troublemaker in school, a handsome one at that, but when it came to you he had been nothing but sweet.

You were the best student after all, teacher’s favorite and everyone's beloved friend, how could he dare to cause any harm to you?

But there was more to it, much more than people besides the two of you did not know about your “relationship”.

He adored you, in a literal way, which he often chose to show with his what you call “unfunny jokes” , that could be a little too flirtatious sometimes.

Yet despite how lame some of his attempts were at trying to lure you with his charms, you had no complaints about being his tutor because well, he was cute, so heart-flutteringly cute that there were times you just wanted to break out of your prefect shell and kiss him.

Kiss him in a not friendly way.

However taking risks wasn’t the strongest suit of a coward like you so instead, you went ahead and did the exact opposite by telling Mr. Smith that you wanted to quit being Jay’s tutor before it was too late.

Of course you had other reasons aside from the struggle you had with your growing feelings for Jay, such as his academic situation.

His scores were remaining the same ever since you’ve been helping him with classes, there was not even a single change to prove you were actually being helpful, which made you feel incredibly useless.

You felt like you were wasting his time which made you question your morals over the real reason why you kept seeing him — your feelings, yeah, the romantic type of ones were to blame.

You were at a point of no return with your feelings for him, which meant that denial couldn’t save you from this mess.

You liked him, no — you were head over heels for him, but that didn’t change the fact that what you were doing was not only wrong in many aspects but it was also quite selfish too.

Just because you liked him, you couldn’t keep using your every day study dates for your own benefit, not to mention how in the first place you catching feelings for him was wrong.

Cause except for the wattpad stories, you knew enough to say that the good girl x bad boy trope could never end well in real life and to be honest, you didn’t want that upon jay and yourself.

You stepped out of your lines and made a mistake by not controlling your emotions, and before it got too out of control, you needed to fix things into how they used to be.

You needed to end your relationship with him whether you liked it or not, and the earlier you did it, the better it was, so you decided to take the first step today.

It was your responsibility to put an end to this mess — at least you thought so because in your head, there was no one but you benefiting from this situation, unless you were wrong.

Therefore you did your part by talking to the teacher, completely unaware of how that would make Jay’s blood boil, because unlike your beliefs, Jay was also taking advantage of this situation, even more than you actually.

Speaking of which, he was currently on his way to your house, yes in the middle of the night cause you didn’t bother to text or call him back.

He was angry to say the least as he hopped out of his motorcycle and walked furiously towards the vines under your window, climbing on it with so many questions that he wanted to ask you in his head, the highlight of them all being “What am I to you?”

Seriously though, what did he mean to you? Was he someone you could just ditch when you were bored, what the hell was he?

With the familiar knocking sound you heard, you ran to your window and almost fainted at the sight of a pair of angry eyes gazing at you behind it.

Jay was here, despite how many times you told him not to come to your house in the middle of the night he was here for you, and he did not look happy.

Biting your lips, you nervously opened your window and let him in, with no words to speak as they felt stuck on your throat.

“Aren’t you gonna ask me why I’m here this time?” Jay took the lead and spoke for you instead, sounding stern as he locked his eyes on your scared ones.

“I guess not, hm?” he asked, taking off his gloves, “Cause you already know why I’m here at this time of the night, don’t you y/n?”

“Jay please, my parents are sleeping, we can’t—”

“Start explaining yourself then,” he cut your sentence as he took a step closer to you, “cause I’m not gonna go without an explanation or let you ignore me the way you ignored my calls.” he spat out, sounding hurt behind his tough guy act.

“What is there to explain?” you finally break out, feeling frustrated at how things had become, “You talked with Mr. Smith, you already know what happened, what do you wanna hear more?”

“I wanna hear your reason.”

“I had none.”

Letting out a sarcastic huff, Jay brushed his veiny hands through his messy hair, the scent of his fragrance brushing past your nose once he moved his arm.

He smelled so . . . manly, you were gonna miss it.

“None, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Is this how you wanna do this?” he asked as he closed the remaining gap between your bodies, gradually sounding more and more pissed off, “Because I’ve got the whole night y/n, and not even your parents can send me off before I hear your freaking reason for going behind my back, okay?”

The way he kept his poker face as he talked made the guilt you carried even more heavier, he was really hurt, and that was a terrible thing to cause.

Feeling overwhelmed by proximity, you walked towards your bed and sat on it, focusing your gaze on the guy who stood up looking hot in his gear from across the room.

“I already told you, I had no reason.”

“So you just decided to leave me like that, not even bothering to give me a heads up first?”

“I wanted to avoid arguing, though it didn’t work.”

Gulping down as you blankly stare at him, you noticed the way his eyes softened at your answer. Letting out a tired sigh, he approached you, silently putting his weight on the empty spot next to you.

His posture seemed more relaxed compared to before while he was sitting on your silky mattress, head in between his hands as he tried his best to understand you.

“I don't wanna argue with you either y/n, so please help me understand, yeah?”

You gave him a nod with your head and rested your chin on your knees as you pulled your legs closer to your body and hugged them, not breaking eye contact with the handsome bad boy who had no idea that he stole your heart.

“Did I do or say something that hurt you, hm, is that the reason?” he asked, a little afraid on the inside that you might say yes in return, since he never intended to bother you in any way.

“No, no you never did, don’t worry.”

Okay, good, that was a good start.

“Did I make you uncomfortable in any way?” he asked again, the worry in his tone increasing as he was analyzing every little memory he had with you in his head to figure out what he did wrong, still unaware of the fact that he was not the problem, but you were.

“You can tell me alright? I’ll be more careful, I promise.”

“It’s nothing like that Jay, I swear.”

“Then what is it y/n?” he scoffed, voice raising unintentionally right before a new suspicion hit him, “Wait,” he paused, blinking his eyes a couple of times, “Is this about your . . parents?” he hesitantly uttered, whispering out the last word, “Do they not want you to speak with me?”

Taking a deep breath, you shook your head, “Not at all, Jay,” you answered him, “You know how my mom likes you.”

“She likes me because she doesn't know how many times I sneaked into your room at nights,” he let out, chuckling at his own words, “plus she doesn't know that I'm the troublemaker of the school, does she?”

“You’re fine,” you giggled, hitting on his arm playfully, “It’s not my parents, I promise.”

“Then is it you?”

“Huh?”

“Is it because you want to stop seeing me?”

His words were barely audible, it was obvious that even the thought of not seeing you was hard to accept for him.

Not being able to stand how sad he looked, you reached your hand to his face and caressed his honey skin with the back of your palm, soft eyes melting his heart as you did so.

“Jay—” you tried to speak but he didn't allow you, the overwhelming feeling growing in his chest the more you avoided giving him a reasonable explanation.

“Don’t Jay me, y/n,” he stopped you as he held your hand, leaning his cheeks on it while intertwining his fingers with yours, “just tell me the truth, I know you didn’t do it just because, so talk to me honestly please.”

Okay, you know what, you were tired of it.

You tried your best to keep it to yourself but nope, Jay was too stubborn for you to handle and you could not physically keep on denying anymore, it had already been a long and you definitely did not have any energy left for this.

You were gonna give him what he wanted and get over with it, yep, that was what you were gonna do.

“Fine,” you sighed, pulling your hand away from his hold, “If you want the truth so much, here it is.”

“Wha—”

“I like you Jay, okay?” you blurted out, eyes focused on everywhere else but his as you spoke your thoughts mindlessly, “I like you so much that even though I knew my tutoring got your math nowhere better, I kept on doing it because I kept wanting to see you.”

“Y/n—”

“Let me finish!”

Fluttering his lashes, Jay pretended to zip his mouth shut, feeling a little dumbfounded since this was the first time you raised your voice at him.

It was like along with your new confession, a new side of you came out and honestly, he couldn’t feel more impressed than he was right now with you.

“But just because I like you, I can’t just waste your time so—”

“—so you went ahead and told the math teacher you wanted to quit, huh?”

“I said let me finish ,didn’t I?”

“I would if you weren’t such a big idiot.” Jay replied with a sheepish smile on his face, leaning his head on the back of his palm as he turned to look at you, “Gosh, what am I gonna do with you, hm?”

“What did you just call me?” you asked, doubting your ears over the words you just heard. Were you hallucinating or did he just call you a big idiot? For what freaking reason?

“A big idiot,” he repeated himself, emphasizing on every syllable to annoy you, “because that’s what you are.”

“Hey!” Just when you raised your hands to hit him, he grabbed your wrists and pulled you towards himself, letting you fall on top of him as he laid on his back on your bed.

Knowing that you didn’t do well with proximity, he hooked his arms over your waist and held you still, not letting you sneak away.

“W-what are you doing?! Let m-me go!” you yelled, struggling to move as he giggled, enjoying the sight of your blushed cheeks and shy eyes.

You couldn’t even look at his face as if you didn't just confess your whole heart to him a minute ago, how cute.

“I listened to you so, you’re gonna listen to what I have to say now, got it?”

“B-but—”

“Stop moving if you don't wanna wake your parents up with your noise.”

Defeated, you gave up, and placed your head on his chest tiredly. There was no point of being embarrassed so since you were stuck on top of him, you might as well just enjoy it.

Surprisingly, after your not so well thought confession, you were feeling a lot better, as if your shoulders were relieved from the burden that weighed a ton.

Laying on top of him also did not feel awkward, in fact it felt great, so safe and peaceful despite the high risk of getting busted by your family.

“Now,” his deep voice broke the short lasting silence as he patted your hair, playing with your soft strands, “why do you think I still fail at math?”

“Because I'm a terrible tutor?”

“Nope,” he chuckled, shaking his head, “you're a great tutor, the very best one I had.” he cooed, sounding sincere at what he said as he landed a kith on your temple, “now guess again.”

“I don’t know Jay—”

“Just try, it’s so obvious, you can’t not be aware of it.”

“Well, apparently I am,” you huffed, burying your head on his leather jacket as you nagged, “maybe I really am a big idiot, just like you said.”

“Hmm, want a clue then?” he chuckled, ruffling your hair, feeling like he was talking to a baby instead of a grown up, not that he could complain about it.

You acted extremely cute right now, which was pretty rare so, it wouldn’t be a lie to say that Jay was quite enjoying this whole thing.

Once you nodded your head, he moved his hands to cup your face and lifted it up from where you hid it on his chest.

And when he started to pull you towards himself, to his face where his lips were dangerously close to yours, you stopped him to ask what he was doing.

“J-Jay what are y-you doing?”

“Giving you a clue,” he mumbled right before he finally pressed his lips on yours, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs to soothe the heat that was emanating from them.

Which, unlike his intentions, got much worse.

When he broke the kiss, he looked at you, a satisfied grin forming on his face once he saw your frozen state — eyes closed and lips slightly parted, too shocked to move an inch.

“Do you get it now or do you want another kiss?” he breathed against your lips, brushing his nose to the tip of yours as he waited for your response.

How could you be so smart in every class yet so stupid when it came to him, so much that you didn’t even realize his feelings until now?

He didn’t know, but either way, you were still cute and he had no plans of letting you drop him so quickly.

“S-so,” you stuttered, opening your eyes slowly, “this means that you—” you gulped, not believing what you were about to say, “— y-you like me?”

“Yeah, you genius,” he mocked, booping your nose, “obviously I like you, I kept failing math so that I could keep you as my tutor,” he admitted, biting on his lower lip, “I was that desperate to see you, get it now?”

“Oh,” you let out, eyes growing big with realization, “Oh shit, I ruined everything by talking to Mr. Smith, didn’t I?”

“Sort of, yeah,” he agreed as he flipped you over and dropped you on the spot next to him, “Which is why you’re gonna go and speak to him tomorrow,” he said, getting off of your bed, “you’re gonna fix this mess just the way you caused it princess,” he ordered, grabbing his gloves from where he put them, “this is your punishment for going behind my back, understood?”

“What if there’s a better way?”

You got up from your spot and followed him, playing with the zipper of his jacket with a pout that you knew was gonna be efficient enough to work on jay.

“A better way? Like what?”

“What if you didn’t need to keep failing math to see me?”

Taking your small hands in his, Jay placed soft kisses on each one of your fingers before he led both of your arms on his shoulders, pulling you closer by your waist for a hug, loving the way your question sounded.

“I’d love that, but how?”

“Easy,” you mumbled, hugging his neck, “What if we started dating?”

What a dork, Jay thought, were you asking him out right now? He had to say your method sucked cause he doubted there could be a sloppier dating proposal than this.

Still, you looked adorable when you were bold like this so, guess he had no choice but to say yes to you.

“You wanna date me?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow at you, “despite the fact that it’s gonna put you in so much trouble with your precious teachers?”

“No one has to know, do they?”

“Wow, so a secret relationship, huh?” Jay commented, pretending to be in disbelief, “And everyone thinks that I’m the bad guy in this relationship,” he muttered, messing with you, “only if they knew what kind of a player their perfectly innocent friend is, right y/n?”

Rolling your eyes, you pushed him away, only to be pulled back even closer in the span of a second.

“If you don’t want to just say so,” you nagged, not returning to his hug, “I’m trying for us here, you moron.”

“Alright alright,” he laughed as he gave you a squeeze with his strong biceps, “We’ll do as you say princess, now hug me back.”

Not wanting to make him grumpy, you did as he said and wrapped your arms around his waist, mewling at the boyish scent that hit your nose once you leaned your head on his shoulders.

He smelled amazing, hypnotizing even, enough to get you greedy for another kiss as you raised on your toes and reached for his lips, your heart beats fastening once you felt his hot breath fanning against your chin.

Everything was perfect, except for the familiar voice that came behind your door, which belonged to no one else but your mother as she called out your name, “Y/n, is everything okay in there?”

“Crap, crap, crap . .” You cursed out as you immediately pushed Jay towards your window, eyes growing with panic thinking how screwed you were about to become.

“Yes mom, don’t worry!” You yelled back, trying to sound normal as you helped Jay to safely get on the rooftop, “Just go back to bed!”

“Are you sure? I think I heard some noises, want me to come in?”

“No!”

Not able to control himself, Jay let out a laugh at how aggressive your “no” sounded. Oh god, why did you have to be so cute when you were panicking? It tempted him to tease you even more now.

Thanks to your fast reflexes, you were able to smack your hand over his mouth before he got too loud, hoping that his cute laughter escaped from the radar of your mom’s ears.

“Alright then, good night, stop wasting time awake and get some rest!”

“Will do mom, good night!”

After waiting for a couple of minutes to make sure your mom left, you let go of Jay’s mouth, sending him a death glare.

“Are you crazy?” you asked, punching him on the shoulders, “What was that laugh? Do you want us to get caught?”

“Sorry,” he apologized, pouting cutely, “you look so cute when you’re frustrated, I couldn’t help it.”

Shaking your head, you slapped his sneaky hands away, ruining his attempt of snuggling into your arms.

“Go,” you ordered, trying to give him your most serious look, “go before you get both of our asses kicked.”

“Fine, I’ll go,” he raised his hands, pretending to surrender as he approached you, “but first finish what you started,” he said, pursing his lips towards you, “give me my good night kiss, come on.”

“Jay—”

Before you could reject, Jay pushed his lips on yours and kissed you, biting on your flesh teasingly to get you flustered.

The kiss was brief, sadly, but it was enough to make you melt like an ice in the sun.

“Good night my love.” he whispered as he walked over to the edge and sent you a flying kiss before he jumped down, holding onto the veins just as he did while climbing up to your window.

When he landed on the floor, he looked up and smiled once he saw that you were watching him, “I love you” he mouthed as he waved you goodbye, looking oh so cool while putting on his helmet.

Once Jay took off you went back inside, neither of you having a single clue about the pair of eyes who just witnessed your newly born romance.

What was Mrs. L/n gonna do?

Forbid you from seeing Jay or let you get away since it was your first time falling in love?

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BALLAD OF A HOMESCHOOLED GIRL (l. heeseung)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

includes: virgin! reader, oral (male receiving), slight exhibitionism, unprotected sex, degrading, fuckton of pet names, creampie, stuffing mouth with panties, praising, reader is wearing make up and a skirt

word count: 3.4k

synopsis: 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦

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"Here?"

"Yeah, will do."

Heeseung locks the door of the tiny bathroom behind the two of you and sends you a lazy smile. His eyebrow twitches up at your awkward stance, hands fiddling with the edges of your short skirt and eyes turned downwards as you bite on your bottom lip. He chuckles.

"Why so nervous, baby?" He asks teasingly as he approaches you and places his hands on your hips. "It's just me."

You want to scoff at his words and this stupid smirk on his handsome face but you try to stay cool and keep your eyes steady on his. He's talking as if he's not the biggest fuck boy in your campus and doesn't have a humble score of sleeping with nearly every single girl from your year.

You've been homeschooled for the bigger part of your life.

You never go to parties.

You don't drink.

And most definitely you don't make out with strangers in your friend's microscopic bathroom.

So it's a wonder, really, how you – probably the most socially awkward girl in this country, ended up right there with Lee Heeseung's saliva on your lips.

"That's exactly why I'm nervous," you reply calmly, raising your chin up and clearing your throat. Fuck, why is it so hot in here?

"Don't worry." His thumbs trace circles on your sides. "I'll make you feel good, pretty girl."

Steady hands caress your hips before swiftly lifting you up and sitting you at the edge of an empty bathtub. With a thumb stroking your cheek, he leans down and captures your lips with his. He nibbles and sucks on the kiss-bruised plush, the heavenly feeling easing you almost immediately and making you putty in his calloused hands.

You let out half a yelp when you feel him moving your tight skirt up, resting it on your waist. His long fingers run up your thighs and inch higher and higher. Breaking the kiss, you can feel your breath hitching when he finally takes the next step and cups your clothed heat, fingertips brushing over the lacy fabric.

"Is this okay?" He mumbles into your lips as he sucks on them again.

Your face is already burning at the new sensation, never before feeling a male hand in such intimate place, and you look at him like dear caught in headlights. Cute, Heeseung thinks.

"Y-Yeah," you stutter out breathily, hands reaching forward and shyly clutching on his black t-shirt. Your mind spins as he kisses you without giving you a speaking break. "Yeah, it's just-" A small whimper makes its way out of your lips when he pushes his fingers a little more firmly, thumb pressing down on your clit. "I'm a virgin," you whisper into his mouth, looking at him with slight dread in your wide eyes and waiting for his reaction.

But he only smiles and traces your wet bottom lip with his tongue. "Yeah, figured that much. I'll take care of you, baby. Just relax."

He pecks you sweetly when you nod your head, then lets his hand slip underneath the cute lace. If the feeling of your warm and so soft cunt didn't make his dick twitch in his pants, the small whine you let out definitely did the job. Keeping his eyes on you to watch your reaction, Heeseung slowly runs two of his fingers through your folds and smiles as he notices how wet you already are.

You tilt your head backwards as he slowly starts rubbing your clit with his thumb. None of your quiet sighs go past his ears, so he does all of his best to enhance the sounds gradually into small whimpers and moans. His fingers work on your wet pussy and he finally lets his thumb drop to circle around your soaked hole.

It's only when you whimper again that he slides his slender finger between your folds and watches carefully as your eyebrows furrow up and lips part slightly. Your hips jerk into his touch and you finally give him a longer whine. Heeseung slowly moves the finger in and out, shallowly at first, then pace growing faster as you relax your body and lean forward until your forehead is resting on his stomach.

"You doin' okay?" He asks, casting a glance down at you slouched over him, hair bouncing as you nod your head. "Use your words, baby."

"It feels so good," you choke out, words barely coherent because of the way your mouth is smushed in the fabric of his shirt.

"Yeah? That's good," he coos slightly as one of his hands reaches up to caress your hair.

Soon, he's adding his middle finger into this sinful commotion and you can feel the knot in your stomach becoming tighter. He smiles slightly at the feeling of your walls clenching around him so greedily.

Your face pushes even further into into his toned stomach, his hand holding you firmly by the back of your neck as he resumes plunging his long digits in and out of your pussy. He's already learnt just how exactly to crook his fingers to earn this sweet little moan out of you, so he keeps on doing that and smirks when your nails dig into the muscles on his lower back.

He stretches you out so well, you let go of all of your senses and rely on his touch only.

"I-I'm, mmph, I'm so close."

Heeseung hums. "Oh, yeah? Then cum for me, pretty girl."

And you do. Your thighs close rapidly and squeeze his relentless hand in between them as the blissful high flows down your body. You whine and pant with your nails digging even further into his skin, but he doesn't mind – sweet praises leaving his lips as he helps you ride out your orgasm.

Once you've stopped spasming around him, Heeseung slips his fingers out of you and takes a step back, admiring your bashful face and wild eyes. You grasp the cool edge of the bathtub instead, fingers itching to reach out for him again. His hand moves up to your face and wipes the smudged lipstick from your chin before leaning down and sealing your lips with yet another kiss.

There was something about him that made you want him to do absolutely everything to you.

"C-Can you teach me how to do that?" You ask sheepishly, pulling away from him slightly.

He raises his eyebrows slightly. "Do what?"

You flush and tighten your fingers on the tub. Looking down, you clear your throat, then mumble, "You know what."

You watch as his face confronts with a crooked smile.

"Aw, baby, you wanna suck me off?"

You've only known him for the past hour but you're already so damn weak for this man, you don't even need to think twice before nodding your head. Eyes, so big and shiny, looking up at him with such innocence – Heeseung would be a very stupid man to reject this offer.

"You sure?" He asks and you nod again. "Alright, if you want to," he says, a grin plastered on his face when he starts unbuckling the belt on his hips. "I'm a sucker for pretty faces, you know. So you've never done that before?"

You shake your head silently, eyes watching his every move carefully. He lets his pants drop down to his knees, then does the same with his boxers. You swallow harshly, feeling yourself growing wet again as his semi-hard, thick cock falls between his thighs. Pretty and pink and your eyes glaze over with lust, one you've never felt before.

As if hypnotized, you watch as Heeseung's ring adorned fingers wrap around his length and he gives himself couple strokes. You're intimidated, sure, but the throbbing between your thighs pushes the feeling aside and makes you slip down the bathtub, knees hitting the tiled floor.

"Good girl," he praises with a large smile before stepping closer to you until your face is leveled with his stroked dick. "Alright, give me your hand."

You do as he says and reach your hand up, trying not to pay attention to how much smaller it looks compared to his. You do your best not to flinch when he spits on your open palm. Using his fingers, he spreads yours and wraps them at the bottom of his shaft, just where he held it half a minute ago. He's warm and veiny where you grasp him and you look up for the next instructions. He runs your intertwined hands up and down his dick, moisturizing it by spitting on your palm few more times.

"Open your mouth, baby. Tongue out," he tells you and you oblige. Once you're prepared, Heeseung lays the pink head on your tongue and gently tugs your chin a little more down. "There you go. Now, try sucking the tip, hm?"

You keep your eyes at him for a second before enclosing your lips and taking in the warm end of his dick in your mouth. You suck on it gently and look up at his reaction. Heeseung's hand slowly runs down your hair and he smiles down at you.

"Yeah, just like that, sweet thing. You can use your hand a little too, just like we did before," he encourages you, so you grow a little more comfortable and confident with your movements.

You keep it up for a moment, stroking his hardening length simultaneously. He jerks his hips suddenly with a loud groan when your tongue swirls and the tip of it and makes contact with the underside of his cock head. You instantly let go of him, worried that you did something wrong.

"No, no, baby, keep going, It was good," he says and you nod slightly before capturing his dick back in your mouth. "Try taking a little more for me, doll."

The wetness between your thighs becomes more prominent as the sound of Heeseung's grunts and huffs increases and you shift slightly. You move your head, imitating shallow thrusts as your face flushes with every next second. The act itself is so new to you, the lewdest thing you've ever done, and you whine softly at how much you're actually enjoying it.

The sound vibrates through Heeseung's now fully erected length, making him close his eyes and groan quietly in return.

His breath is grows heavier. "Fuck, baby, can I try something?"

You hum in agreement, making him twitch once again and before you know, he pushes a stranded lock behind your ear and then grabs your head by both sides gently. Listening to his open a little wider, your eyes widen when he slides even more of his dick into your warmth mouth. His groans are so sinfully attractive that you can't find a single bone in your body that wants to back down now.

You let your hand off of his cock and rest it on his thigh instead. Your face is flushed, teary eyes looking up at him so fucking prettily, looking like a damn angel at his feet, that he can't help himself from bucking his hips into your mouth a little further than he originally planned. You gasp in surprise and gag around his dick, not expecting to feel it shoved so far deep.

"Fuck, sorry! Sorry," he apologizes instantly and soothes you by caressing your hair. "Easy."

There are streaks of tears running down your cheeks now and you're sure that the make up you've been working on for so long is completely ruined now. Heeseung pulls back slightly and resumes his previous pace. You try to keep up and lap your tongue around his cock as best as you're able to, which earns a streak of soft hums from his throat. Your chin falls slack as it numbs slightly and you let him use your mouth free to his will.

"That's it, sweetheart," he moans and keeps working your head. Your knees begin to hurt uncomfortably but you would be damned if you ever dared to stop him. With two more pumps, Heeseung lets go of your hair and pulls out of your mouth, jerking himself off with quick strokes. "Where can I come?"

You clear your throat and hesitate slightly before saying, "You can do it in my mouth."

Heeseung grunts in reply before tilting your face up and shoving his dick back there again. Hot tears stain your cheeks when he finally lets go with a loud moan and splutters white seeds down your throat. The taste is not what you expected, yet you do your best to swallow as much as you can, letting the rest drip down your chin.

After coming down from his high, he pulls away to crouch down in front of you and kiss your red and swollen lips. You whimper at the slightly burning sensation yet still you pull his neck to you and let his tongue enter your needy mouth. His lips move down and sponge kisses on the soft skin of your neck before pulling you up to your feet.

"Hope it didn't hurt too much, baby," he mutters, looking pointedly at your red knees.

"It's fine," you reply quickly, drunk on his kisses and greedy for more.

It's stupid how bewitched you have him only after meeting you such short time ago. Your face stained with smudged make up. Your glossy eyes that look at him with such need. Your sweet voice and the cute little moan you let out as he sucks on your tongue – all of it. And, fuck, he can feel himself growing hard again.

"Want more?" He asks after his teeth nibble on your bottom lip.

You nod your head dumbly. "Yes, more, please. Give me more."

A rasped fucking christ drifts from between gritted teeth as he turns you both around and presses your back against the bathroom door. Your skirt is still riled up, exposing your underwear that Heeseung soon starts slipping down your legs. You sigh when the cool air hits your soaking folds and you shiver, both from cool and the nervous anticipation.

He grabs your thighs firmly and lifts you up in his arms, spreading your legs as he steps closer to rub his wet dick between your legs. Your back is pushed into the wooden surface and you hit your head by an accident as you tilt it backwards. Heeseung chuckles.

"Ready?" He breathes out, looking into your eyes and watching carefully to back away at any sign of discomfort on your face. But he finds none, only a firm nod of your head and eyes clouded with lust. "Good. Tell me if something hurts or if anything's wrong, okay?"

You nod, a sheepish smile tugging on the corners of your lips. "Yeah, okay."

Heeseung lunges forward and kisses you hungrily again as he lines his hardened length to your weeping hole. When he rocks the tip of his cock into you, you can't help the whine at the unfamiliar feeling. It doesn't hurt, unlike what you've been so afraid of – you just feel so full as he slowly sinks more and more inside you. Your clenching walls suck him in so eagerly, impatient to make him the first one to have you in such way.

And, fuck, he almost loses his mind when your seeping cunt swallows him all the way through your tightness and gripping him so hard he can barely move. Heeseung groans lowly, hands pushing onto your thighs and spreading them even more apart until he bottoms out in you fully. You claw at his shoulder blades, leaving tiny red crescent marks all over his skin whenever you move your fingers.

"You're doing good, baby?" He asks and grins when you nod your head with a moan. "Such a good girl f' me."

He fucking swears he's in love.

His hips move in careful strokes against yours at first, letting you adjust to the unfamiliar stretch. And the second he looks at your face again, he could cum solely from the starry-eyed wet look you give him.

He groans low in his throat and he thinks it's the first time in his life he stutters while fucking a girl.

"F-Fuck, baby, quit squeezin'," he pants when your tensed walls don't give him even a second of break. He clenches his eyes tightly and ruts his hips a little quicker, causing your body to rock against the door and make a dull noise. "You're so tight. So good. Prettiest girl I've ever fucked."

You sound so pathetic after hearing his praising. When he picks up the pace even more, all you hear is white noise as you let him pound you against the door. All you know at the moment is Heeseung, Heeseung, Heeseung. The way his fingertips dig into the plush of your thighs and ass, his lips on your neck, his whiny voice. Heeseung.

"Heeseung, I-," you whimper mid-sentence, voice trembling and jumping as he fucks up into you. "It's so good. You're amazing."

"Aren't you the sweetest little thing?" He snickers, giving you a harsher thrust and clicking his tongue at the strangled sound you let out.

It's overwhelming. The pleasure and him. It's a lot and soon you're left a quivering mess, swallowing thick and choking back on your tears.

"Aww, baby, I know," he coos at the sight of your shiny lashes. He wipes your under wet eyes with his thumb and squishes you even further into the door until he's chest to chest with you now. "You're doing so well for me."

By the way you're throbbing around him, he can easily tell you're close without even needing to hear your words. His eyes wander down to see your shaky fingers rubbing onto your swollen clit and he grins teasingly. "Ahh, so you do know a little something then."

He removes your hand only to replace it with his more skilled one and your body jolts forward into his, trembling in his firm hold.

You jerk in his arms, growing louder in the sounds you let out, having little to no control over them. It's so loud combined with the rattling of the old door as your body hits it over and over again. His eyes roll back at the sound of your whines – borderline screams really.

Heeseung reaches to his pocket where he's hidden your panties before and pulls them out only to shove the fabric between your parted lips.

"You're too loud, sweetheart. We need t' keep it down," he chuckles and resumes his unrelenting pace, completely unaware of how your brain has melted at his lewd act.

You're cumming on his dick within seconds, slumping heavily on his body as you cry out into his ear, teeth clenching harshly on your underwear. At the feeling of your trembling thighs and the unforgiving grip of your cunt, Heeseung furrows his eyebrows with bliss as he follows right behind you and releases right inside your warm walls.

You're nearly gone. Face so fucked out, cheeks so prettily stained with wet mascara and the black lace hanging from your drooling mouth, it makes Heeseung's cock twitch and throb as he overstuffs you with his hot strings of creamy cum.

With a whimper, you start squirming against his firm body pressed so closely to yours as his release starts overflowing out of your hole and leaking out on your bare thighs. "Stay still, baby. Lemme fill you up like a proper slut," he hums deeply, hands soothing you as they caress your skin with gentle touch, such a contrast to his filthy words. He empties himself in you completely with shallow thrusts and you pant, head dropping to his shoulder as you let your panties fall to the ground as well.

The two of you stay still like that for couple minutes, way too intimate for a pair of strangers. But you like it. Surprisingly, he makes you feel the most comfortable you've ever been around a boy. And damn what a boy he is.

Instead of letting your shaky legs touch the floor, Heeseung walks you all the way to the sink and sits you there. He grabs the first better hand towel within his reach and soaks it with warm water before bringing it to your sensitive and still throbbing pussy. He cleans you up, not minding the small jerks and sighs you let out.

You thank him softly and watch as he fixes himself up then comes back to you, stepping in between your legs and leaning down to kiss you once more. He's addicted, that's the only explanation for the way his heart hammers in his chest.

He's much gentler this time – letting his lips caress yours slowly and capturing them fully. Your mind is still hazy from him, dizzy from his intoxicating scent and shying away from his handsome face.

"Can I have your number? Please."

His embarrassingly desperate eyes are enough to have you nodding and typing your name on his roughed up phone.

"i stumbled over all my words

i made it weird, i made it worse

each time i step outside, it's social suicide"

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are you mine? – lee heeseung

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pairing: academic rival/secret best friend heeseung x afab reader (feat nct best friend sungchan)

genre: angst, more so suggestive than smuttish, but does have a start of a smut scene at the end (mdni)

plot: heeseung loved to taunt you every day, reminding you he was better than you. little did you know, that was just his pathetic way of trying to win you over

warnings: heeseung was an idiot and did childish things to 'flirt', heeseung kind of cornered reader into dating him but it was also consensual, swearing, start of a smut scene but i cut it off oops.

wc: 2543

Lee Heeseung walked the halls of the campus like he owned the whole fucking world, and you hated it with a burning passion.

You hated him with a burning passion.

His face was dumb, his smiles were dumb, his soft yet cheerful greetings were dumb, his lingering hands on your arm when he called for your attention was dumb.

You just wanted to punch him in the face sometimes.

Sure, he was hot—insanely so. He was smart, athletic, good at everything he did. But he wasn’t the king of the world or anything—though he sure liked to act like he was.

His follower count on social media baffled you, you refused to become one of the numbers that stalked his every post and commented thirst all over his photos. You refused to join the crowd.

That didn’t mean you didn’t secretly ogle his photos.

And sometimes, he even shared a lowkey photo of you claiming he was in mad love. You thought he was just using you to get the women in his DMs to back off, but little did you know…

Ever since you were a kid, you were always second place next to Heeseung. He followed you everywhere, just to taunt you and rub that simple fact into your face. Anyone would think he was following you because he was beyond whipped over you, but the whispers he shared into your ears were often taunts of you not being good enough to beat him, not good enough to ever be on top of him, not secret sweet confessions like everyone thought.

You weren’t the only enemy Lee Heeseung had.

Everyone knew there was another student that was second in town, Sungchan. He always pushed you down to third place, but you were okay with the fact it was him. Sungchan didn’t make you feel angry butterflies. His smile calmed you, and he often made you laugh instead of feel fury.

Despite going to sister schools and not sharing any classes growing up, you had become friends with Sungchan through some after school classes you both attended. Dare you say it, he was your best friend.

When all three of you began university, you were beyond happy to be in all the same classes as Sungchan. It just sucked that Heeseung was also in your classes. At least he left you alone.

Sungchan had become more like a brother figure, a best friend, compare to the crush you expected it to turn out to be. When you were a kid, you expected to fall madly in love with Sungchan and you would get your happy ever after with him. But that was far from the case.

You both enjoyed being with one another, but there was no semblance of romance in sight. That, and the fact Sungchan had been in love and dating the same girl from the age of 13.

Sungchan walked you out of class and pulled you aside, chewing at his bottom lip with anxiety. “I think I’m really going to do it, I’m going to propose to her.”

“While I think you’re still way too young to be getting married,” You began, having been through this conversation many times in recent months. You turned around, landing your back against the wall as you watched Sungchan’s reactions. “You’ve been together for so long and it’s clear you’re each other’s soulmates. I wish you all my luck.”

Sungchan’s anxious frown turned into a wide smile, his eyes even glossing over. He jumped in his spot and took a breath to try and clear the fog in his brain. “You’re my number one hype man, and I couldn’t ask for a better friend,” Sungchan complimented you.

You grabbed his cheeks with your hand and pulled his head down a little too aggressive. You pressed a kiss to his forehead, then tapped his cheek with your fingers. “Go get yourself that wife,” You joked with a wide smile.

Sungchan turned and almost ran down the hallway, tripping on the way. You couldn’t help but feel a flutter in your chest. He was so happy, and that made you happy. You silently made a reminder to text him later that night for all the details before you pushed yourself off the wall and turned, only to come face-to-chest with an unknown person.

“Oh, sorry-“ You began, but your happiness dimmed as you looked up at Heeseung. You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. “How long have you been standing here for?”

“Long enough to see you making fuck me eyes at Sungchan,” He muttered, sounding a little jealous almost. You rolled your eyes, but pushed the angry butterflies in your stomach aside. You felt butterflies for this man only, and it made you hate him more.

“I was not making fuck me eyes at him, thank you very much. Not that it’s any of your business,” You snapped. As you looked up at him, your chin almost rested on his chest. You craved to hold him closer, but you knew you had no right to touch him.

“Of course it’s my business, you’re my fucking girlfriend,” Heeseung snapped, causing your eyes to go wide and your mouth to fall open.

“Um, since when?” You asked. Heeseung looked enraged by your response, his hand grabbing your cheeks just as you had done to Sungchan.

“What do you mean ‘since when’? Since we were kids, maybe. You were always at my house and we spent all of our time together, and you’re only now telling me you were never my girlfriend?”

You couldn’t held but laugh, only causing Heeseung’s eyes to turn into a cold stare as his hand gripped your cheeks tighter, pushing your lips out at the action. “That doesn’t mean we were dating, you know.”

‘Oh yeah? Then why did you sleep over almost every weekend and hug me in your sleep? Why did we go on almost weekly dates?” Heeseung defended the relationship you didn’t even know you was in.

“Dates? Wait, you think us going to the library to study was us going on dates? Come on man, do better. If you’re in love with me then just admit it,” You joked, your hands coming to hold his wrist but you made no effort to push his hand away.

“I’m madly in fucking love with you,” He stated, his voice a little too calm in contrast to the butterflies rumbling in your stomach, trying to get out.

“Excuse me?” You asked, your tone sounded a little too snappy and angry, the opposite of what you intended.

“Enough of your attitude,” Heeseung whispered before he pulled your face to his, his lips pressing against yours gently. Your eyes widened at first, but then your hands let go of his wrist to wrap around his neck to kiss him back.

Heeseung smiled against your lips at the action and turned his head to check his watch before he mumbled, “I’m meant to be in gym right now.”

“Well how about your kind of girlfriend follows you and watches your basketball training for once, yeah?” You asked, Heeseung nodding his head a little too enthusiastically. You didn’t know why you just decided to hop right into the role of his girlfriend from seemingly hating him, but a part of you burned for him. His existence in your life was daily, and you couldn’t bare the idea of parting.

Heeseung let go of your cheeks and laced his hand down, his fingers tangling between yours before he said nothing further and walked with you to the downstairs gym. He had his own little plan, knowing no one would be there for some hours. He thought he was ingenious.

Heeseung had always seen you as his girlfriend. He fell in love with you at first sight as a kid, sharing his paints with you and trying to help you hold your paintbrush at a better angle. He took on most of the project when you were paired up in class, not even asking you to do any work. He walked you home almost every day. He looked at the crowd of his every basketball match, only to feel sadness when he didn’t find your face cheering him on.

He personally thought you were a shit girlfriend, but he loved you with ever fibre of his being so he couldn’t just let you go. He even bragged to the whole world about you, that was why he shared your semi-photos of social media. His friends even deemed you a bad girlfriend, but he still defended your every action.

Heeseung reached the door to lead to the locker room and turned to you with a wide smile. You went to pull your hand away so he could go inside, but instead you let out a gasp when he pulled you in, then into a private changing room. He locked the door behind him, pushing you to sit on the bench.

You looked at him with wide and surprised eyes, watching as he slipped his bag from his shoulder onto the floor by the door. He looked to the right and smirked. “I’m going to have a quick shower since I was working out this morning. I want you to sit front row so it’s easier to wait here so I can show you the quick way to the best seats, yeah?”

You laughed, leaning your head back against the wall. “Wow, you demand I’m your girlfriend and try to fuck me all in the same day.” You caught onto his plot quite quick, but you made no effort to leave. If you wanted to, he would have gladly just saved seeing you for later.

Heeseung rolled his eyes and crouched in front of you, his hands resting on your thighs for support. “It’s not my fault you forgot we were dating.”

“You never asked me,” You snapped, lifting your head to stare into his eyes. The way he raised an eyebrow made the butterflies fight once again. Your hands came to the sides of his jaw, holding his face in your hands. You felt drunk just from his looks.

“Of course I did, and you said ‘yeah, sure,’ so you’re all mine and I would appreciate it if you’d stop flirting with Sungchan,” Heeseung stated, his hands moving their way up your thighs to your hips, his touch gentle but behind his eyes, there was a dark look.

You couldn’t remember the day as you were so lost reading on your phone, how did he expect you to remember? He remembered the feeling of his skin becoming hot and his hands sweaty when he asked. The memory was engraved in his brain for the rest of time.

“Sungchan is literally about to go propose to his girlfriend so I can assure you, I do not flirt with him,” You stated, shaking Heeseung’s face in your hands.

Heeseung smiles wide and then pouted his lips. His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you to the edge of the bench so your lips could meet his again. At first the kiss was gently, but Heeseung soon became needy and began to use his tongue and teeth into the kiss, nipping at your bottom lip to try and heat up the make out session.

You weren’t sure how to react, your brain hazy. You hated him, but you also really, really liked him. He was perfect in every way, despite the daily taunts of him being better than you. You didn’t know that was just his lame way of flirt, and made a reminder to show your boyfriend how to really flirt with a girl when you weren’t so needy to be against one another’s bare skin.

Your hands moved from his jaw back to lock around his neck, pulling him as close as possible. Heeseung smiled against your lips before one of his hands wrapped around your waist, then he grabbed the zip of your pants and he pulled it down. The action caused your pants to fall down a bit, you gasping against his lips. “What are you doing?”

Heeseung laughed and pulled back to rest his forehead against yours. “Sorry, I got a little too caught up. I just want to touch you and make everyone know you’re mine. Mark up the pretty skin on your neck, make you scream my name…”

Heeseung’s words drifted off as he became lost in his own perverted thoughts. Your cheeks became hot and you used one hand to fan at your face and neck, trying not to turn into a fit of nervous giggles.

You laughed and pulled back from him. Heeseung expected you to reject his offer, but God, he had no idea how much you had been dreaming of touching him beyond his face and arms. The parts of you that hated, really only hated that you thought he didn’t care about you. When you found out the truth, of course your whole body became crazed.

You grabbed the edge of your jumper and pulled it off, revealing you were wearing no undershirt or bra. Heeseung’s eyes bulged out of his head for a second before he smirked, his hands coming to your chest as his thumbs rubbed over your nipples, eliciting a moan from you.

“Oh no, is my pretty baby already needy for me?” Heeseung pouted, his thumbs flicking slow, then fast. You raised your hips, leaning your head back as you let out deep breaths. Heeseung took the hint, his hands pushing down your pants. He gripped your ass halfway down, then smirked to himself before he pushed the pants down to your knees.

You let out a gasp as his actions, but couldn’t hold back your laugh. “For someone who was always mean to their girlfriend, you’re sure acting real nice to me right now. Is it just because you’re going to be getting something out of this?”

Heeseung pouted and shook his head in denial. “Of course not, can’t I just treat my pretty girlfriend nice for once?”

Your rolled your eyes but nodded with a smile. Heeseung rushed to push your panties aside, no smart remarks coming from him for once. You were unsure how to react, but decided to just go along with it.

Neither you nor him ever dated anyone else and he was right, you did sleep over his every weekend after studying together. He was a secret best friend, one who tried to push your buttons.

He didn’t seem to comment on the fact when you sleep in his bed, you made sure to push your whole body against his in an attempt to get his attention. If he did notice, then he sure held some strong restraints against your seduction attempts.

You weren’t sure how Sungchan would react to you dating his academic rival, but decided it better to push the worry aside. That was something you could deal with at a later time.

Heeseung instantly dove his face between your legs, tongue out and ready to give you all the pleasure you wanted. His tongue pressed flat against your clit, and you let out a little shriek for the new yet exciting feeling.

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