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The minute that your neighbor across the hall, an older woman who lived alone, passed away, you were mildly relieved. Yes, you know that sounds…bad. But, in your defense, she was rather mean to you and often complained to the landlord about you and your roommates despite the three of you not disturbing her.
You had hoped the landlord wasn’t planning on filling the empty apartment with new people again, but much to your dismay, within days the new apartment is rented out to a new tenant already. But what could you do? It was happening whether you liked it or not.
“Hey, have you heard?” your roommate, Bomi, bursts into the apartment practically screaming.
You casually flip a page in the magazine that you’re skimming, “Heard what?”
“Oh, don’t play dumb,” Bomi shuts the door and walks over to you, snatching your magazine out of your hands.
“Hey! Give that back! I literally have no idea what you’re talking about!” You half-heartedly reach up for your magazine.
“We’re getting new neighbors, you dweeb!” Bomi laughs in excitement.
“You’re a dweeb,” you pout and re-open your magazine, continuing to skim the pages.
“Are you not excited about getting new neighbors?” Your roommate scoffs.
“I couldn’t care less, to be honest,” you shrug.
“You’re unbelievable. I’m pretty sure they’re our age,” she smacks your knee to get your attention.
“Okay. Cool.”
“Hey! Show some enthusiasm!” Bomi whines.
“What are you trying to get her to show enthusiasm for?” Another one of your roommates, Gaeun, walks into the living room from her room.
“We’re getting new neighbors! I just saw them moving in across the hall into Mrs. Kim’s old place! They’re really cute,” Bomi explains to Gaeun.
“Really? Oh my gosh, let me see,” Gaeun rushes to the door and takes a quick peek as your new neighbors move their boxes into their apartment.
“You guys are so lame. We never interact with any of our neighbors anyway, what’s the big deal?” You roll your eyes and finally put your magazine down.
“Because…they’re hot,” Gaeun says after she closes the door.
“Bomi just said they’re cute, so which is it?”
“Don’t be such a smartass,” Bomi says to you and you cross your arms in indignation.
“Let’s go welcome them! Introduce ourselves so they, y’know, like are familiar with someone around here,” Gaeun suggests with a wink.
“If they’re still moving their stuff in, it’s probably not a good time. Just wait till they’re–” You begin.
“Shh, I wasn’t asking you,” Gaeun sends you a quick glare and you shoot daggers back at her.
“Yeah, let’s go say hi!” Bomi grins and the two take off faster than the speed of light.
You stand in the foyer of your apartment, alone and now in a sour mood. You decide that there’s only one thing that can cheer you up at the moment: ice cream. You quickly grab your phone, keys, and wallet, slip on your shoes and swiftly leave the apartment.
Your two roommates, standing in the doorway of your new neighbors’ apartment, call you over to say hi as if they totally didn’t just ditch you, but you ignore them and take the staircase instead of the elevator.
You take a good hour at the ice cream parlor, eating ice cream by yourself and trying to distract yourself from the events from earlier. Why did you have to care about new neighbors? Why did Bomi and Gaeun make you feel less than for not caring? Who cares if they’re hot? Maybe they were right for giving you weird looks, you think.
The ice cream does nothing for you. Instead, you try to cheer yourself up by getting your comfort foods from the grocery store. A pint of your favorite ice cream and snacks always made you feel much better.
With your food in hand, you walk home with a small smile on your face, having completely forgotten about your roommates. When you arrive back at the apartment, you see that the moving truck that was previously there when you left, is now gone. With that knowledge, you take the elevator up to your floor. You take the time in the elevator to begin snacking, but stop yourself so you can enjoy the rest in the comfort of your own home.
However, as you glance at your new neighbor’s door, you know you’d have to wait a little longer to eat your food. You felt bad for simply storming off earlier and not even waving to the new people on your floor. With a heavy sigh, you find yourself walking to their door to formally introduce yourself.
3 knocks on the door and it’s swinging open. A young man stands before you, giving you a mildly perplexed look. Right off the bat, you know you’re doomed. Your roommates were right about your new neighbors (or at least one of them) being handsome. If he looks this good, what do others look like?
“Hello? Can I help you?” his voice snaps you out of it.
“Oh…yeah, um, I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m your neighbor,” you stick out your hand for him to shake and tell him your name. The young man looks down at your hand and back up at your face before taking your hand in his and shaking it twice. His hand lingers in yours before you pull yours away.
“You can call me Haechan,” he gives you a flashy grin. You return his smile, thinking that maybe you were wrong to judge your neighbor before even meeting him.
“I live across from you,” You point to the door on the other side of the elevator landing space, “I’m pretty sure you met my two other roommates earlier.”
“Oh yeah, you ignored them and left them hanging. Kind of a dick move, in my honest opinion,” he leans against his doorframe, crossing his arms and a smug expression on his face. Your jaw drops at his statement.
So you weren’t entirely wrong. What a little shit.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but in my defense, they were dicks to me right before that and I wasn’t in the mood to pretend like I was happy,” you cross your arms as well. Haechan laughs and shakes his head.
“I guess that’s fair. My roommates can be dicks too sometimes so I understand,” he shrugs. “Do you want to meet them as well?”
“Um…” you trail off, unsure if you wanted to introduce yourself to the others at the moment.
“Come on, they won’t bite,” Haechan winks at you. Something about the delivery of his comment makes your cheeks heat up, but you decide to just go for it.
“Okay,” you say, and before you know it, Haechan is tugging you into his apartment, shutting the door behind you.
Once inside, you look around and find boxes everywhere. Some of them were open, some of them were still sealed; of course, since they were unpacking. There was a blue sofa in the middle of the room, two other males sitting on it and unpacking boxes. One was in the kitchen, also unpacking, you assumed.
“Hey, we have a guest!” Haechan announces, and suddenly there were 4 pairs of eyes on you. One of the guys on the couch stands up and walks over to you. He takes your hand in his and presses a chaste kiss to your knuckles.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Jaemin,” he smiles at you and it takes everything in you not to laugh, so instead you send him a tight-lipped smile. You quickly deduce he was the flirty type, and that you’d probably endure a lot more of his flirting if you were to hang out with these guys often.
“Hey, knock it off you weirdo, you’re gonna scare her,” the one from the kitchen walks over and offers his hand for you to shake. You quickly shake it, afraid he might do the same thing as Jaemin.
“I’m Renjun, and don’t worry, I won’t kiss your hand. Some of us are normal, I promise,” he shoots a glare at Jaemin, who rolls his eyes in response. You softly laugh at Renjun and then your eyes move over to the last one, who is still sitting on the couch.
“Oh, I’m Jeno. It’s nice to meet you! Sorry I can’t get up right now, I sprained my ankle earlier today while moving our stuff in,” He gave you a sheepish smile.
“Aw I’m sorry about your ankle, I hope it gets better!” you offer your condolences. Jeno smiles and nods in gratitude.
“And your name?” Jaemin asks. You casually provide your name for the 3 other boys to hear and they nod.
“Truly a pleasure to meet you,” Jaemin beams at you.
“Would you like to stay for a while?” Haechan suddenly asks from beside you.
“Oh…I appreciate the offer, but you guys look like you’re busy unpacking. Plus I was hoping to spend some quality time with…my…ice cream,” You hold up the food in its plastic bag.
“Ah don’t worry about us unpacking, I mean you can help too,” Haechan says, and Renjun smacks his arm then shoots him a disapproving look. You nervously chuckle and shift on your feet.
“Don’t worry about it. You’re free to go. It was delightful to meet you and your roommates, it’s nice to know we have some friends our age here,” Renjun tells you, and you nod.
“It was delightful meeting you all too. I don’t know what my roommates told you, but if you have any questions about the building or something, you can always ask us,” you tell them while opening their front door.
“Thanks! Much appreciated!” Jeno waves goodbye to you. You wave to the four boys as you exit the apartment.
Just as you begin to close the door, Haechan slips out right after you.
“Hey, wait,” he calls out and you turn around to face the boy.
“Don’t be a stranger, okay?” he says, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. You give him a small smile in return.
“Give me a good reason not to be,” you tell him before you turn back to your apartment.
Haechan stares at you as you unlock your door and disappear into your own apartment, unsure of what to make of your remark. As he walks back to his own place, a smirk on his lips, he thinks of all the ways to make sure you stick around.
“Be careful what you ask for…”
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After Haechan’s first encounter with you, he finds any way possible to see you more. He makes it his mission to give you plenty of good reasons for you not to be a stranger (technically, per your request).
The first incident is more…accidental. If anything, he would have to blame the mail delivery person for this.
As Haechan arrives at the apartment building from his last class of the day, he decides to check his mailbox for his unit. He quickly gathers the envelopes and advertisement cards that were stuffed into his mailbox and locks it, then walks toward the elevator while sifting through it to see if there’s anything for him.
The only problem is that he doesn’t see his name…or any of his roommates’ names. He sees your and your roommates’ names. He sighs in slight frustration at how incompetent the mail delivery person had to be to mix up his mail with yours but then a lightbulb goes off in his head. You need your mail…so he’s going to have to give it to you…which means…
When the elevator reaches your floor, Haechan makes an immediate beeline for your door. He knocks a few times before you swing the door open, confusion written in your features as you take in Haechan leaned up against your door frame.
“Donghyuck.”
Haechan’s–or Donghyuck’s–smug expression fades instantly at the use of his legal name.
“H-how did you–?”
“It was on your mail, which somehow ended up in my mailbox,” you cross your arms as you give him a suspicious glare.
“I didn’t do anything, I got your mail too,” he holds up your mail to your face and you raise your eyebrows in surprise.
“Oh,” you quickly take your mail from Haechan, “well thanks for getting my mail…Hyuck.” A smug smile paints your lips as you use his legal name again.
Haechan makes a disgruntled expression and sighs, “Why are you calling me that?”
“Because it’s cute and it’s, oh I don’t know…your actual name? Don’t worry, though, I’ll keep calling you Haechan,” You reassure him. Haechan gives you a suspicious glare and crosses his arms. He most definitely wasn’t expecting you to be good at playing his game, which he thought that you didn’t know you were a part of.
“Can I just have my mail now?” He huffs, deciding to take a loss for this round.
“So impatient, geez,” you pick the stack of Haechan’s mail off your foyer table and hand it to him. Haechan takes his mail from you and is about to bid you adieu before he suddenly changes his mind on losing this round.
“Personally,” he begins, catching your attention from your mail, “I think you should use that Savage Fenty promo code. I’d love to see what you get.”
Your heart nearly stops in your chest as you look up in horror at Haechan’s shit-eating grin, knowing full well that he knocked you off your axis. You don’t even have a comeback, you just watch in silence as Haechan sends you a wink and leaves you standing in your doorway. He shouts a quick thank you before he enters his own apartment, shutting the door behind him.
“I can’t believe–” You hiss as you slam your door shut, your face incredibly hot from Haechan’s simple, yet flirty, remark. You knew he had to have skimmed through your mail, or he wouldn’t have shown up at your door to give it back. What you didn’t anticipate was that he’d use your mail against you.
“Were you just flirting with our neighbor?” You hear your roommate, Gaeun, behind you. You whip around to face her and scowl.
“No. He was flirting with me,” you inform her.
“You think he’s cute don’t you?”
“I do not!”
“Oh please, you’d be stupid to not think he’s cute. I cannot believe just a week ago you were so disinterested in our new neighbors and now you’re literally buddy-buddy with them, Haechan in particular,” she wiggles her eyebrows at you and you roll your eyes.
“Whatever, you’re annoying,” you scoff.
“You totally like him, huh?”
“Shut up no I don’t!”
“Alright, alright, fine. I have a hard time believing it, but okay,” Gaeun shrugs.
A comfortable silence fills the space between you and Gaeun before she pipes up again.
“I’m just saying if you end up sleeping with him, I won’t be surprised.”
“GAEUN!”
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A couple of days later, Haechan reminds you of his presence again.
You were doing homework in your living room when a frantic knocking on your front door unceremoniously interrupts you. You save your work and close your laptop before padding over to the door to see who is so rudely interrupting you from your studies.
Lo and behold, as you gaze through your peephole, you find Haechan standing on the other side. You sigh and reluctantly open the door, giving the boy an unamused glare.
“Thank God you’re home, I need your help,” Haechan exhales in relief. You raise your eyebrows at his distressed tone, unsure if something was wrong.
“Why, did something happen? Are you okay?” You ask him.
“Aw…you’re worried about me, how cute,” Haechan smiles at you, touched by your concern. You groan in annoyance and frown at him.
“No, I’m fine. Our kitchen, however, is not; our sink is not draining properly and shit is coming up from the drain. I was wondering if you could give me the landlord’s email or number so we can call him to come and fix it,” Haechan reveals. You furrow your brows and shake your head at him, thus confusing him.
“First of all, don’t call the landlord, he doesn’t know anything. Second of all, your sink is clogged, I’ll come and fix it for you,” you tell him.
“What do you mean the landlord doesn’t know anything?” Haechan asks, put off by your comment.
“When I first moved in, our toilet had problems. So of course, I called the landlord to come and fix it and he literally said he didn’t know what to do. Naturally, from that point, I learned how to fix everything since the landlord is useless,” you recount your story to Haechan. It’s at this point that Haechan starts second-guessing his and his roommates’ decision to move into this apartment building.
“Are you sure–”
Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing, just give me a second to get my tools.” You close the door and return promptly, holding a simple toolbox with enthusiasm. Haechan gives you a strange look but decides to see this through. If it’s a chance to spend time with you, he’s taking it.
“Alright, let’s go fix your kitchen sink!” you grin and close your door behind you as you determinedly march across the hall to Haechan’s place.
When you arrive, you quickly figure out what’s wrong and get to work. You open the cabinet doors that lead to the pipes under the counter and begin going through your toolbox to get the appropriate tools to fix the sink.
“Do you want to see how to fix this so next time you can do it yourself?” you suggest. Haechan blinks down at you as he thinks about his answer. On the one hand, he wants to stand and supervise you from a distance (an excuse to basically ogle your bare legs because of the denim shorts you were wearing), but on the other hand, he can be closer to you if he joins you under the sink.
“Hyuck?” Your use of his nickname snaps him out of his thoughts.
“Yeah I’ll watch you work on my pipes,” Haechan says without thinking. You deadpan at him, his unintended euphemism not going over your head.
“Really?” you raise a brow at him.
“What?”
“‘Work on your pipes?’ Do you think I’m stupid?” you scoff. It takes Haechan a second to realize what you mean before his jaw is dropping. The initial shock fades into cheekiness as he leans against the counter with a smirk.
“That’s not what I meant, but I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to work on that pipe,” he winks at you and you roll your eyes.
“I’m taking back my offer to teach you how to fix your sink,” you say before ducking your upper body under the sink. Haechan pushes himself from the counter and ducks under the sink with you, despite you rescinding your offer.
“No takesies backsies,” he settles in next to you. It’s slightly cramped, but you try to focus on anything other than his close proximity to you.
“Fine, just don’t say dumb shit like that again,” you say quietly while you begin the process of fixing Haechan’s sink.
“No promises,” Haechan grins and you laugh softly at his antics.
You show Haechan what’s wrong with his sink and how to repair it. He pays close attention to your instructions, finding them to be fairly simple. For the last half of the process, you come out from under the sink and show him the last few steps of unclogging the sink. When you believe you’ve restored the sink to its former glory, you test the garbage disposal and run the water, making sure everything is drained. Much to Haechan’s surprise, you effectively fixed his sink.
“Damn…thank you. It works perfectly now,” He says in relief.
“Anytime. I also just want to point out that the previous tenant had a LOT of cats, so that’s probably why all that hair was in your pipes. I don’t know why she would put it down the sink though, that’s gross,” you scrunch your nose in disgust, and Haechan chuckles.
“Yeah well we don’t have any cats, so it won’t happen again,” He tells you with a small smile. You return the smile and quickly lean down to recover your tools so you can make a swift exit back to your apartment. Haechan can’t quite explain why he felt so attracted to you while you unclogged his sink and explained how to do so. All he knew was that it was quite an experience for him to watch you become a plumber in his presence.
“So were you paying attention to the plumbing lesson? Because I’m not about to purposely clog another sink to teach you again,” you ask as he walks you back to your apartment.
“I was too busy getting distracted by your beauty and missed like a good chunk of the lesson, to be honest,” he joked. You stare up at him, shocked by his audacity, but all he does is give you a cocky smile in return.
“You-you're–fuck you,” you say as you quickly enter your apartment and shut the door in Haechan’s face, not wanting him to see you in your flustered state. He blinks at your door, bewildered at your reaction, but soon realizes it wasn’t negative in the slightest.
Haechan walks back to his apartment with pride and a puffed-out chest.
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You’re thoroughly convinced that the universe wants to prove your roommates right and you wrong. This becomes apparent to you once again at the end of a shower, you turning your shower head off and reaching for your towel.
At first, you don’t hear it, but after turning off your speaker and wrapping your towel around your body, you step outside the bathroom and hear the blaring noise: the fire alarm.
“Fuck…nooooooo,” you whisper as you hang your head in defeat. You debate quickly going to your room and throwing on clothes, but you remember the fire drill rules of the building and reluctantly grab your keys, phone, and slippers. You dash down a few flights of stairs to the lobby and exit promptly, heading over to the building meetup point where the other residents are, all while holding your towel close to your body.
When you arrive, you try to hide yourself from passersby by blending in with the other building residents. You’re in the clear, heaving out a sigh of relief…that is until you hear the devil’s voice from your right side.
“Well don’t you look pretty standing there in nothing but a bath towel? Mind if I sneak a peek?” Haechan croons as he saunters over to you with a cheeky smirk. You turn your head towards Haechan, greeting him with a displeased expression, only for him to send you a wink.
“Hi, Donghyuck,” you huff, and cross your arms, effectively keeping your towel wrapped around your body.
Haechan places his hand on his heart in fake hurt, “When you say my name like that, it hurts.”
“Oh really? How would you like me to say it then?” you roll your eyes. Haechan moves to stand behind you and leans down so his lips brush the shell of your ear and in the most nonchalant tone, he whispers:
“Loudly and with pleasure, baby.”
You can’t control the shivers that are sent down your spine at the pet name and Haechan looks down at you with pride at his work. You scowl at the fact that your body reacted to his teasing, but even more, so that you don’t hate it as much as you’re letting on. You refuse to turn around because you know that you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself back from either smiling at him or smacking him.
“Cat got your tongue, honey? Maybe you can put it to good use. Hm?” he pushes further and you can’t control yourself from whipping around and whacking his arm. The smile you’re so clearly fighting, though, tells him you’re not really mad at him.
“Shut up, you fucking dweeb, me being in a towel is not an invitation for you to hit on me nor is it a ploy to get you into bed,” you hiss at him and all he does is bite his lower lip softly and stick his hands in his front pockets.
“You’re the one who said not to give you a reason to remain strangers, and I always go the extra mile for people I consider…‘friends’,” he uses your past words against you. You gape in surprise at how cunning Haechan is and you wish you could slap the smug smile right off his face. You’re madder at yourself for how his flirting is actually working and eliciting a reaction from you, especially a reaction from under your towel and between your legs. You can’t prove your roommates right, especially because you know they’d give you shit if they found out you actually did like Haechan.
“You’re insufferable,” you whisper just as the landlord announces that you’re allowed to come back into the building. You quickly stalk off toward the building, leaving Haechan alone to watch your retreating figure in admiration.
It’s only a matter of time before your resolve breaks…and he’s going to be there when it happens.
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You don’t see Haechan for another couple of days, which makes you a little sadder than you’d like to admit. You even go so far as to ask Renjun where Haechan was, mildly worried that Haechan was sick…or even lost interest in you. You swear Renjun to secrecy though, knowing that if Haechan finds out you asked about him, you’d never hear the end of it.
When you finally do see him, it’s on the elevator, on your way home from school. It’s silent as the elevator doors close the two of you into the space. After a few beats, Haechan finally speaks.
“I hear you asked about me,” he says, fighting off a smirk. You sigh and make a mental note to kill Renjun the next time you see him.
“Yeah I hadn’t been annoyed in a few days so I just wanted to see why it was so quiet,” you roll your eyes and look over at Haechan to find that he’s already looking at you.
“Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night,” he shrugs nonchalantly and goes back to waiting for the elevator to arrive at your floor.
“So…?”
“So what?”
“Where were you?”
Haechan gives you a surprised look, but answers anyway, “I was studying for a midterm, snoopy. I have to keep my grades up you know.”
“Oh…well…I hope you pass,” you tell him, and a warm smile appears on his lips.
“I did. With flying colors. Thanks though,” he says back, and before you can respond, the elevator dings, and the doors open. Haechan files out first and you follow suit, reluctant to go back to your own apartment for some reason. No one is there, you know that for a fact. Before you take out your keys, you glance back at Haechan, who is standing motionless at his door, his back facing you.
“Haechan,” you call out, your lips moving before your brain can formulate thoughts. He turns back to you, wide-eyed and curious about why you said his name.
“Yeah?” He asks as he starts to inch closer to your end of the corridor.
“I…” you begin, but the rest of the words don’t come out. As Haechan gets closer, he can see your face more clearly, and the look in your eyes tells him everything he needs to know. Being ever so impatient, he doesn’t wait for you to finish your sentence and backs you up against your door, his lips (finally) feverishly connecting with yours.
Your eyes shut immediately as Haechan takes control and kisses you with hunger and desire. He places one hand on your waist and one hand caresses your cheek, not intending to let you go anywhere. He swipes his tongue on your lower lip and you allow him access almost immediately. You don’t know why you’re mildly surprised that Haechan is a phenomenal kisser, but that thought and any other lingering ones fade as his hands travel to your hips and grip them rather harshly. You gasp softly against his lips as he increases the pressure on your hips, and he takes the opportunity to begin kissing your neck, creating marks where his lips touch.
While Haechan concentrates on your neck, you quickly try to search your bag with only your sense of touch to find your keys to let the two of you in.
Haechan grabs them from you, breaking away from you for a split second to unlock and open the door. Once that is accomplished, he places his lips back on yours and ushers you into your apartment. His kissing gets more insistent and rough as he shuts the door behind him.
Articles of clothing trail behind the two of you as you advance to your room. By the time you arrive, the two of you are fighting for dominance through your making out. It gets so intense that you have to break away for air. The two of you stand chest to chest, half-naked and panting.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asks breathlessly. His hands rest on your hips and give them a light squeeze just for kicks. Your breath hitches in your throat and Haechan notices and smirks.
“I’m just…” you begin but Hyuck squeezes your hips again and you let out a small whimper.
“What was that? I didn’t hear you,” he teases you.
“Shut up,” you pry his hands off your hips and push him back to your bed before straddling his thighs. “You’re not the only one who likes to be in charge, Hyuck.”
Haechan smirks from below you and hooks his fingers into the hem of your panties, pulling them down slowly.
“Oh sweetheart,” he pauses when he has taken your panties completely off, “don’t you know I can still have control from under you?”
“Huh?” you ask, but Haechan’s response is one of action. He slips his boxers down his legs, situates his cock in line with your entrance, and pulls you down on him until he’s buried to the hilt. You both let out harmonious moans simultaneously, the stretch of his cock oh-so-satisfying and the wet warmth of your pussy giving him goosebumps. While you were mildly disgruntled you didn’t get to see his cock first, you felt like it was unnecessary at this point considering you could feel his size from inside your pussy.
“Fuck you‘re so wet, I knew you wanted to fuck me,” he hisses.
“How the hell…are you…?” You begin.
“This big? Why? Don’t think you can handle it?” Haechan smugly asks.
“Just…fucking move, Hyuck,” you grunt, “or I will.”
“Baby’s so desperate for my cock she won’t wait for me to fuck her? What, you’re gonna fuck yourself on my cock?” Haechan teases you, but you take it as a challenge and promptly begin riding him.
“You…asked for it,” you smirk at him.
“Fuck…you feel so good,” Haechan praises you and you beam at him. You lean down and begin pressing open-mouthed kisses along his neck, kisses which soon turn into hickeys. Haechan has to admit that it feels good to be treated like this. Like a king.
“Who’s in charge now, brat?” You whisper in his ear and Haechan’s gaze darkens. He brings his hands back to your hips and grips them so you stop in place.
“I am,” he responds before roughly thrusting up into you, “it’s my game, I always win.”
Haechan pistons his hips against yours and moan after moan spills from your lips. Every yelp of his name, mixed in with swears and incomprehensible sounds, pushes Haechan to go harder.
“Shit, Hyuck, I’m…I’m so close,” you mewl and grip his shoulders to steady yourself. Under normal circumstances, Haechan would edge you to no end, but he’s been waiting for this since the moment you told him that you didn’t want to be strangers. He was going to be self-indulgent just this once.
Haechan’s thrusting gets sloppier as you both get close to your highs. Finally, you come undone around his cock, your walls hugging him so tight, it makes it harder for him to keep going. Haechan takes an immeasurable amount of self-control to not cum inside of you (especially since he got ahead of himself and forgot to slip on a condom). After a couple more thrusts, he pulls you off of him and cums across his own stomach, chest heaving as he comes down from his high. You take a dollop of his cum on your finger and suck it off, making eye contact with him just to taunt him further.
“Get on my face,” he commands.
“What?”
“Get on, sit on, I don’t care just get up here,” he grabs your thighs. At your lack of action, he pulls you up so your core is hovering above his lips.
“Hyuck, I don’t think I can take—Oh my fuck,” your plea is cut short by Haechan’s lips wrapping around your clit and sucking harshly on it.
Haechan is not done proving who is in charge—and that he’s perfectly capable of fucking you from beneath you—and decides to have a feast to treat himself.
His tongue expertly navigates your pussy, switching between tongue fucking your entrance and stimulating your clit. All you can hear are lewd slurping sounds and your cries of pleasure. Haechan hums into your clit and the vibrations send electricity throughout your body.
“Hyuck…Hyuck do that again please,” you beg him while lightly tugging his hair. Haechan surprisingly complies, but instead of simply humming, he lightly growls into your pussy, the sensation pushing you closer to the edge. It isn’t until Haechan gives your clit one harsh suck that you’re coming onto his face. He quickly slurps up your release before working on your pussy again.
He puts you through two more orgasms before he’s pushing you off of his face and onto your bed. He crosses his arms behind his head in satisfaction before he glances over at you. Your legs are still trembling and your eyes are closed in an attempt to regain your composure and breath.
“I’ll let you catch your breath before the next round,” he tells you and you open your eyes to give him a playful glare.
“Who said we were going multiple rounds?”
“Fine, I’ll go then.”
“No, wait!”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
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“Okay just be really quiet, I’m sure they’re home now and I cannot have them seeing you here.”
“I can’t believe you’re sneaking me out of your apartment, this is not high school, why can’t I just walk out of here?”
“Because then my roommates will be right and I don’t want them to clown me for giving in to you.”
“You say that like sleeping with me was a bad thing,” Haechan raises an eyebrow as you escort him quietly to your front door.
“It wasn’t, but when you guys first moved in, I may have made a big deal of being uninterested in you and they like to prove me wrong. Just work with me here,” you explain.
“Oh, how the tables turn. I’m sure you wouldn’t want them to know how eager you were for my—” Haechan begins but you place your hand on his face to shush him.
“I wouldn’t so shut up,” you tell him as you make it to your front door.
“It’s gonna be a little harder for you to sneak me out when we do this again, y’know,” Haechan tells you while you open the door.
“Again? Why do you say that with so much certainty?” You ask him with a mischievous smile.
“Because I know it’s gonna happen again, please,” he scoffs and you softly laugh. Haechan smiles at the sound of your laugh and hopes that the next time he does come back, he gets to know you a little more before you sleep with each other again.
“Sure, keep telling yourself that,” you cross your arms with a shy smile, “now go home.”
“Until next time,” Haechan leans down and places a chaste kiss on your cheek before turning toward his door across the hall. You close the door as Haechan goes into his apartment and lean against the door, processing what just happened.
Haechan was right: you were going to need to be more sneaky the next time he was over.