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You. Hate. College.
You hate the sticky commute back and forth from two different sides of the city, you hate the workload on top of that and the labs you have with your stupid arrogant classmates who actually don’t know their left from their right. You truly hate it and would give anything to drop out. That is, if you didn’t have parents who would probably disown you. The only thing, well person, keeping you from dropping out besides that… is him.
Na Jaemin.
Honestly, from the moment you saw him, you knew you were well and truly fucked. He’s got devilish teeth that turn into a smile that is oddly both disarming but sexy, forearms for absolute days (you focus on them in the middle of class when he’s just as bored as you and chewing on a pen) along with a smart brain. The only problem is he’s got a bit of a competitive streak, and unfortunately, so do you. You’re in this kind of push and pull, cat and mouse game where you’re both running for the title of Who Can Be The Biggest Suck Up To Their Professor: Burnt Out STEM Student Edition. If you put your hand up, he puts his hand up. If you get picked first and get it right, he holds that piercing (though admittedly erotic) gaze on you, and scoffs. You notice it every time because he’s in eyeshot of you, but it also helps the fact that yeah. You would fuck him . Only if you were paid to! Definitely! You are not lying to yourself to save the fact that you might like being degraded from time to time!
But, you admit to yourself, he’s every nerdy girl’s dream. You know this because you see them swoon and giggle over him in the cafeteria, girls stating how they’d let him fuck them every which way over their chicken salads, or in the library, the hush of guys saying even I’d do him as he carefully picks out a book with those slender fingers that look like they know just where to go. It’s undeniable, everybody wants him.
But, maybe you’re crazy. Maybe everyone is! He’s a total douchebag! He hates you and wants to see you crushed to a pulp, right? Honestly, who does he think he is, transferring to your college way too late in the game and then taking over the place acting like he’s the bees knees. What if, say, he hates everything in the world and kicks puppies and hates rainbows and unicorns so the entire daydream you’ve had of beautiful children and three cats and a cottage in the countryside is a total and utter lie and–
Your train of thought gets rudely interrupted by a pencil whacking you on the head. It’s your best friend. Right, shit, you think to yourself. Your best friend begged you to go on a study date in your quaint little café spot so you could actually focus on work at hand instead of getting totally distracted by ahem, things, in your lectures.
“You alright there, babes?” Your friend questions, tilting her head so her curls bounce a bit. You feel a little guilty, you haven’t seen each other in a while and you’re letting your head get caught up in the sugary and sweet pink clouds of a gorgeous boy who probably doesn’t even think of you the way you think of him at night. “Seems like I lost ya there.”
You sigh, “Yeah sorry just… thinking about that fucking asshole in my class.” Thinking about how hard you’d let him ram you into next Tuesday.
“Ah, the hot fella? The one with the bunny teeth?” Your friend grins, sipping her iced London fog latte like she knows all the secrets in the world. To be honest, she probably does. Your face burns up and her grin grows wider, catching you in the act. “I knew it! You’ve been gushing about this guy for ages, c’mon man. You want him!”
“I don’t want him!” You argue, your heated face saying otherwise despite your eye roll. “I just,” you sigh, “I just want to smack him so hard it burns.”
Your friend laughs into her drink, “Cheeky you! That’s quite kinky!”
“Oh you know that’s not what I meant!” She shakes her head in disbelief anyway. You drag your hands across your face, defeated. “Is he hot? Yes. Is he also smart? Yes. Does he probably want me too? No. He could have anyone.”
This time your friend whacks you in the head with her hardback notebook, which, what the hell? Hurt harder than you expected. “Dude!”
“I won’t have you speak about my best friend like that!” She retorts back, “you’re pretty, funny, smart you’re a total catch! If he doesn’t get that, well, fuck him.”
I’m trying, you think.
“Oh woah you really want him, huh?” Fuck. You admitted that out loud. Well!
“Yeah, I’m cooked.” You finally admit defeat. “I want him.”
She giggles back and you think maybe having a crush that you also physically want to crush isn’t so bad.
“Listen, so,” she continues, leaning in closer so the words she’s about to say carry meaning, “You know that guy I’ve been seeing?”
“The guy you’ve been fucking since January yet you haven’t told me his age, name or hobbies, yeah I know of him,” you tease. This earns you a kick under the table.
“You wee shit,” she says. “Well he’s having a party, celebrating moving out of his dorms or something,” she twirls her straw as she speaks and you can tell just how head over heels she is for him. It’s disgusting. “D’you wanna come? Could be fun, could meet someone and take your mind off your- what’s his name again?”
You avoid her eye contact and mumble, “His name’s Jaemin.”
“Ah, yes, good ol’ Jaemin!” She snaps her fingers as if she’s come to the realisation of his name, and not you straight up telling her. She’s a goof, but you love her. “Come to my boyf- my secret third thing’s party, and we’ll drink, we’ll party, it’ll be great craic.”
“Fine, I’ll go.” You realise there could be worse places to be, you can only hope your friend won’t spend the entire time sucking the life out of her whatever he is to her. You kick her under the table this time, “Tell me your loverboy’s name now. It’s only fair.”
She inhales sharply, that pink tint creeping back to her face. “If you must know, it’s Donghyuck.”
Huh. You’ve sworn you’ve heard that name before.
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It’s now the weekend, and you’re in a crowd of disgustingly sweaty drunk freaks who have probably never thought of spatial awareness before in their lives, and all you want to do now is get swallowed up by a giant black hole.
Your friend, your greatest friend transcending all levels of female friendship mind you, has now ditched you. Well, not completely. You came together and you finally put a face to the name Donghyuck, and realised he’s kind of everything your best friend has been pining for. They make sense, and aesthetically fit perfectly, so you can’t help but feel elated for her. You also can’t help that irritating itch that you still know that name from somewhere but you just can’t place it. But anyhow, now Donghyuck and your best friend are sucking the living daylights out of eachothers faces, and you’re stuck in a crowd of sweaty pricks.
Maybe if the universe loves me and understands my sick levels of nihilism, you say to yourself, a big, beautiful asteroid will come and hit this stupid apartment and everyone will stop being so gross and stinky and—
You feel a force grabbing you so hard that you lose all sense of where you are. It’s dizzying almost, you feel as if the universe has weirdly answered your prayers, until the universe is revealed to be none other than Na Fucking Jaemin.
You’re gonna be sick. He’s sick, with his newly white dyed hair (which he should not be pulling off) and his tank top in the middle of February and his pretty deep eyes you could just get lost in for days. You’re so mesmerised by his staggering and earth-shattering levels of beauty that you’ve just now registered you’re in the hallway and completely away from the life of the party. Thank god!
“Hey gorgeous,” he grins, showing off those perfect teeth you’d love to feel pierce into your skin, “you looked a little sick in there.”
You were, and you’re a little confused he even noticed at all, but you’re not going to admit any sign of weakness to him! “I’m fine, it’s whatever,” you say, a bit too harshly, ripping your hand away from his grip.
He scoffs, “Alright, someone’s feisty today! Just looking out for a friend.”
Now it’s your turn to scoff, “Friends?” you poke his chest and dig into him, “you hate me. You want to see me fail, we aren’t friends.”
He looks down at your finger, then back at your face, giving you a look that you can only describe as pure hunger. You realise that this is almost arousing him, and you aren’t even as tipsy as you’d like to be, though tipsy enough that you unwillingly move closer, his breath on you hot. Of course, you say to yourself, he smells so fucking good.
He licks his lips. You’re fucked. “Fine,” he grins a little wider (how the fuck can he grin wider?!) “Acquaintes then. I wanted to save my so obviously uncomfortable acquaintance from being even more uncomfortable.”
His honesty takes you aback, and causes you to gain conscience and stand upright again. “Well, then, thank you.”
He does a little curtsy in response, and you think, Christ how does he get even more charming. “You’re welcome. I was ditched anyway.”
“What?!” You almost accidentally shriek, I mean who would ditch such a hunk of a–
“Yeah, my pal Donghyuck’s too preoccupied with making out with what’s-her-face so I mean-”
So that’s where you know the name. Duh. Makes sense, of course your best friend was charmed by someone who belongs in Jaemin’s posse of equally stunning and funny men. Of course!
He laughs, “You think I’m stunning and funny?” For fuck’s sake you have got to stop talking out loud.
You laugh back unconvincingly, “Pfft, yeah I guess you’re alright. I mean, you’re whatever. You could do with working out more.”
He drags his tongue over his lips again and you take the sight of him again. He’s ripped all over, and you feel like even more of an idiot now. He could probably take you in his arms and throw you around. Now, that would be nice. “I need to work out more?”
“Uh, yep. For sure,” you squeak. Shut up, shut up.
The music gets louder and you hear the crowd in the living room get rowdier, and someone smashes a glass. You and Jaemin both flinch, with you unknowingly clutching onto Jaemin’s shoulders. He’s just as eager, slipping around your waist protectively.
“You wanna get out of here?”
You take it back, the universe loves you and you want nothing more than the world to thrive and flourish and–
“Yeah. I do.”
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Jaemin’s apartment isn’t all that you would’ve assumed it to be. With his fluffy bunny house slippers, and avant-garde photography framed around his hallway, you think there may be more to him than just a rival you’d like to see shirtless.
“Can I get you anything? Water or… just water actually I’ve nothing in,” he admits as he saunters over to his elegantly decorated kitchen.
“Uh,” you clear your throat nervously, “yeah water would be good!”
As he pours you a glass you still wander around his living room, admiring the childhood photos where he looks as if he hasn’t changed a bit, and picking up the trinkets he has adorning his mantelpiece. You pick up a dainty little bunny rabbit, one with a goofy smile that looks like him.
He sneaks up on you, glass of water in hand, and you jump a little. “Woah, easy tiger,” he hands it to you, his sweet rabbitesque eyes boring into you, “here you are.”
You gulp it down, maintaining eye contact the entire time. You feel as if the hunger he has for you, has now shifted to you. When you’re finished, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hands.
Jaemin is seemingly in a trance, as his eyes flit between looking at your mouth and looking into your eyes. You now know for sure, he wants you. You must be the luckiest girl on earth because out of everyone who wants him, he wants you.
He must register the fact that you’re ready to eat him whole because he clears his throat to get your attention back. “I have to admit, sweetheart, I haven’t been fully truthful.”
“Oh, yeah?” At this point, you don’t give a shit. He could be a serial killer and you’d still fuck him. Actually, that might turn you on even more.
He crowds your space, your senses enveloped with his sweet and dreamy perfume, “Yeah. I don’t actually hate you.”
You smile a little, and his statement gives you enough confidence that you slowly wrap your arms around his neck. “Is that so?”
He’s close enough now that you feel his breath on your mouth, and all you want to do is explore every inch of him. “Yeah,” he says, “I think you kinda drive me insane.”
Your breath hitches and every sense of self control is thrown out the window. You pull him in, and kiss him. He immediately kisses back, a kiss that is searing and maddening and you don’t know how you’ll ever think of anyone ever again without comparing their kiss to Na Jaemin’s. He bites your bottom lip, enough to make you moan, and he savours that sound, his hands caressing your waist, slowly inching down to grab your ass.
The kiss deepens further as his tongue explores your mouth in all the right places and makes you whimper in a way that feels almost pathetic, but he likes it so much that he hoists you up to carry you, and you immediately wrap your legs around his waist like second nature.
He walks out of the living room into the hallway, still kissing you fervently, almost losing his footing in the process.
“Baby if it’s okay with you,” he says between kisses, “I need to fuck you right now.”
You grab onto his hair and kiss him hard once more before saying, “If you don’t fuck me right now I’ll kill you,” making him laugh.
He drags you into his bedroom, still holding you while opening the door with one hand, his stamina and strength arousing you even further. He places you gently down on his bed, and you come to the conclusion that he is a complete and utter gentleman.
“How d’you wanna do this honey,” he says, crawling to where you are on the be, like a predator ready to engulf his prey.
You hold onto his face, caressing it softly while admitting to him, “I wanna ride you.”
That must be exactly what he wanted to hear, as it causes him to groan in pleasure and dive into you for another bruising kiss. “Ready when you are baby,” he says when he finally pulls away.
You bite your lip as you slowly drag your hand towards his hardening cock in his pants, causing him to whimper and nod, as if he wants it more and more and more. You take this as a sign to unbutton his jeans, and he keeps nodding desperately. Once you unbutton them you feel the weight of his cock, and it’s big. Big enough to cause you to whimper just from palming him up.
He reads your mind, “Baby you can take it right? You’ll be good and take me, yeah?”
You nod almost immediately and take this as a sign to rip his jeans off, which proves to be a bit of a struggle, and you both almost burst out laughing at the scenario at hand. Once they’re off you slowly tease him again, your fingers dancing around the waistband of his boxers.
“Ah, baby, don’t tease,” he winces.
You laugh sweetly before finally indulging him, pulling down his boxers, and fuck, he’s big. Your mouth waters at the thought of even riding his cock and that thought alone will probably get you through the next month. Into the next life, even.
He takes you out of your trance by pulling you closer to sit on him properly, and you whimper as soon as his length touches your pussy through your panties.
“Hands up, baby,” he says damningly saccharine, “this won’t do, I need to see my pretty girl.” You think you must be dreaming, and you gladly oblige.
When quickly taking your shirt off he admires you in reverence, as if you’re made just forn him. He takes you in sickeningly slow, as if carving you anew. His fingertips reach the clasp of your bra, and he sweetly asks, “May I?”
The mere fact that he asks when you’re ready to give him everything makes your heart sting, and you keenly nod. He takes it off slowly, discarding the bra on the ground.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he groans, sitting you down on his cock now, making you fully moan. His mouth drags a path down your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses you want etched on your skin forever. He bites and licks in all the right places, his teeth sinking into you just how you like it.
He licks down your sternum, down to one of your breasts. He bites, seeing how you react, looking deep into your eyes to gauge your reaction. When you moan without restraint, he takes your nipple into his mouth and sucks it, biting down hard when you latch onto the white strands of his hair.
“Knew you’d be sensitive here,” he says moving to give your other breast attention, “been thinking about this for way too long.”
You whimper at his admittance, bouncing more on his cock without even meaning to, causing him to pull down your panties and finally free your soaking cunt, pushing up further into you. “All I’ve wanted to do this past month is make you cum all over me,” he growls into your ear. “You wanna do that baby?”
“Yes!” you moan, bouncing your tits in his face with each grind, causing him to start sucking them again. You grip him hard yet again, feeling his big cock going in and out of you, like he was made just to fill your walls and give you pleasure.
“That’s it, good girl,” he hums against you, letting his tongue flick and teeth bite around your nipples, “You like how it feels? Am I the best you’ve ever had?”
“You’re…fuck,” you moan loudly, “You’re so fucking good Jaemin! Right there, right there baby,” you roll your hips against him, the praise spilling out of you naturally with every gasp, every thrust.
He grips onto your ass and pushes you deeper inside, causing you to both moan in tandem, your breaths tangling together. “You feel so good baby, so wet, fuck–”
You shut him up with a kiss, the pleasure becoming too much to bear as you almost reach your climax. You lick around his mouth, almost mapping his tongue so you remember it forever. “Baby, I think I’m close.”
“Good girl, that’s it,” he groans, “c’mon cum for me, cum all over me just how I want it.”
“Jaemin, Jaem,” you babble his name incoherently and you bounce on his thick cock harder and harder, his immense praises inciting you to fuck him harder and harder. Your hands are tangled in his hair, moaning into his mouth as you feel his muscles tighten around you.
A broken moan escapes your lips as you reach your climax, your body convulsing against him, screams and shaky whimpers mixing with his groans as you cum violently all over his cock as he takes you in his arms. He savours every sound, licking into your mouth as if he’d choose to live there if he could.
When you come down from your high, you reluctantly pull out of him, making you both whine at the absence of each other. You lick your lips as you gaze into those eyes, and he nods when your hands cup his cock, covered in your own cum.
As you move your hands up and down his length, you realise he won’t last long, as he moans your name over and over again, gripping onto the sheets of his what once was pristine bed. He takes your chin into the palm of his hands and pulls you into another sickenly sweet kiss. His moans get higher and higher in pitch when he’s close, causing you to go faster and faster, wanting him to feel the pleasure that you have. He finally cums with a strangled moan of your name, spilling into your hand.
You collapse on top of his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing as he bathes in euphoria. Your hands unwittingly draw shapes on his chest. Jaemin finally comes to his senses, reaching out and placing a strand of your hair behind your ear, flashing that gorgeous smile at you once more.
“You know what, baby,” he says, his voice raspy and deep and spent from sex, “I think I like you a lot.”
“You think?!”