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4. things you said over the phone (hwang hyunjin)

pairing: hwang hyunjin x fem!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.1 k

warnings: mentions of covid and the pandemic

THINGS YOU SAID MASTERLIST 

Your sleepy eyes focus on the screen of your laptop, your mind desperately trying to make you stay awake and take in the words that are currently coming out of your professor’s mouth. You’ve been doing online classes since the last october and even though it’s been a long, long time, you don’t think you’re ever going to fully get used to the fact that you wake up every day only to seat yourself behind your desk and listen to your lectures in your own room instead of taking the 30 minute route to school and attend your university in person. 

You’re fairly certain you look like a zombie right now, since the reality of online classes is cruel. Sometimes, you don’t even brush your teeth before connecting to your zoom class. It’s too much effort to even change out of your pyjamas and you don’t bother to put on makeup, because it’s a waste of money when no one’s going to see you after your online classes end anyway. The smell of tea you made yourself exactly 3 minutes prior connecting to your online business class slowly lulls you to sleep, the fact that the chamomile is supposed to help you relax not helping you one bit as you need to stay awake and focused. 

The faces of your classmates on the screen look the same everyday. You don’t even remember the last time you talked to your friend Minho or your friend Felix in person. You don’t even remember when was the last time the topic of your conversations wasn’t covid or the lectures. Times were simpler before the pandemic, that’s for sure. You miss being so carefree.

At first, there was a certain sense of anxiety in you before you turned your camera on in classes. You didn’t feel comfortable knowing people could just be staring at you all the time, you didn’t feel comfortable knowing that your classmates know your room now-- or at least the part of your room you chose to show them, depending on where you were sitting with your laptop. You also didn’t like calling, and well, online classes were all just one big call anyway. The lack of social interaction was making you stress and the more you thought about it, the more your hands trembled, but after some time, the stress and nerves became less and less noticeable and turning your camera on felt like a daily routine now-- you had no problems with it. Everyone was in the same position as you anyway. There was nothing to be stressed about.

Sometimes you watch your classmates in the small boxes of the zoom meeting when you zone out and don’t pay attention to the class. Sometimes, you watch yourself. You examine the way you look in class, the way your face moves when you understand something. You would be lying if you told the world you liked what you saw every single day, but you guess that’s just the curse you have. 

You talked about this with Hyunjin the last time you two called in your free period. You grew quite close to the boy over the time of quarantine, even though you didn’t quite understand how that could happen in a time where social interaction was prohibited. He understood you-- you guess everyone’s a little insecure, even though we may not seem like it. 

You search for the window with his face in the zoom meeting, smiling to yourself when you see him. The background of his room seems so familiar to you now, even though you’ve never actually visited him in his home before. His hair is a little messy around his face, but he still looks just as adorable and pretty as always. You are convinced he’d still look amazing even if you woke him up in the middle of the night, cheeks puffy and eyes droopy.

For a moment, it feels like your eyes meet-- even though it’s quite impossible with how many people there are in the conference-- before he gazes down at something, a gentle smile playing on his face. 

The moment he looks back up again, you hear your phone ring with the incoming notification, making you look at it to see you had a message from the boy himself, making you grin to yourself as you roll your eyes at his antics.

hyunjin: you look really cute today c:

You wonder if it’s him reflecting on your recent confession, or if it’s just him being nice. Your heart swells a little at the compliment and you battle to hide the wide grin sitting on your face, but it’s hard as you just sigh to yourself and decide to, politely, give up on paying attention in class once again, dialing his number. You make sure your microphone is turned off and see the little crossed microphone icon next to Hyunjin’s name as well, signaling that it’s safe for you to call him and not disturb the class.

“Hello?” you see him pick up the call in your laptop, giggling to himself.

“You should stop distracting me in class, Mr Hwang.” you say, smiling like an idiot. 

“You should stop calling me in class, then, Ms Y/L/N, I don’t think it’s doing wonders to your education either,” he diplomatically replies. It’s almost like the whole class disappeared, the voice of your professor drowned out somewhere deep inside of your consciousness, it’s only the two of you on the call, smiling at each other in pure bliss.

“It’s your fault, Mr Hwang. You shouldn’t message me such things when the mood needs to be serious and professional.” 

“Let me make it up to you, then,” he proposes diplomatically.

“Oh yeah? Now I’m intrigued. What’s your offer?” 

“Let me take you on a date,” he says and you swear you see his cheeks redden a little even in the greyed-out hue of his camera, “when the situation gets better, of course. Or we can just wear our masks. I don’t mind.”

Your heart skips a few beats, your insides swelling with warmness you’ve never experienced before, and it’s all because of Hyunjin-- the boy you grew close to in online classes. It’s strange, it’s unexpected, but you’re quite glad your fate isn’t how you expected it to be. The pandemic isn’t something you’re ever going to get used to, but the presence of Hwang Hyunjin in your life is something your heart would surely get used to quickly. He’s magnetic.

“Well then, I’m sure I can’t decline this offer.” 

the small things [hyunjin version]

me being soft… but for hyunjin this time

Hyunjin loves spending time with you.

You’re confused at how he’s not sick of you yet. He always comes up with little ideas you both could do as dates so you never got bored. Whether it be learning to cook something new at the dorms, or taking you ice skating for the first time in your life, he would plan it. And he’d do it, no questions asked.

What you don’t really know is that Hyunjin doesn’t want you to get bored of him. Most times, he’s constantly reduced to his looks and not who he is as a person. He keeps you busy with you so you see him, fully.

Hyunjin buys a lot of clothes. This means you steal a lot of clothes.

Shirts, hoodies, hats; you take them all. You’ve showed up to the dorms multiple times wearing matching clothes or similar outfits because of the clothes you take.

He pretends to be annoyed, rolling his eyes whenever he sees you parading around in one of his hoodies, but he loves it. So much he takes pictures of you when you’re not looking and blushes when he sets them as his home screen later.

Hyunjin is a brat. A spoiled one at that. He is greedy and he doesn’t care-he wants as much of you as he can get.

He gets so into you that he doesn’t even notice the amount of members rolling their eyes when they walk out and see him practically on top of you on the couch, completely covering your body with his own. Seungmin always groans whenever he sees the both of you under the covers and hears kissing noises for five minutes straight. 

Not only that, but he follows you around like a puppy. Hugging at your waist each time you get something to eat from the fridge or get up to use the bathroom. When you jokingly tell him to give you some space, he raises his eyebrow at you and basically laughs in your face.

“Never! I’m glued to you forever Y/N~”

He adores you, and he wants you to know just as much he does every second of the day. 

Your Rainbow Paradise | Hwang Hyunjin

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: Last class of your semester brings a lot of stress and an annoying roommate. But Hyunjin loves making you feel good, whenever he can.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Hyunjin x Reader (Female)

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 5.9K

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: established relationship, public sex, fingering, cunnilingus, praise kink, fluff, hyunjin is whipped, so is y/n

𝐀/𝐍: This is for @hyunjinspark 🌸 I loved reading Only Fools Fall For You, and I still re-read few parts, and obviously my brain decides to write a fanfic for a fanfic. It's not a companion piece, hence it's not set in the Only Fools 'verse, so you don't need to read that story as this is pretty much pwp, but that Hyunjin was definitely clouding my mind when I was writing this. I hope you guys like it!

Everyone is surprised when you and Hyunjin start dating – including you.

You arrive at your university as a freshman, intent on shedding your goody-two shoes demeanor that confined you in high school. Your whole teenage experience had been refined to curfews and scholarly grades with mandatory extra-curriculars geared towards beefing up your college reputation, and then only studying and practicing. Your parents crafted you for this very moment, the moment that they could say that they had a child who was attending one of the most prestigious universities in the country.

You settle in, fully aware that you have been sheltered from any nonsense that’s supposed to arise in your teenage years. Living under your parents roof, you had little leeway to disobey, and unfortunately, you shared your parents' ambitions for yourself. You stuck to the rules, became Valedictorian and made little to no friends during high school. You may have been crazy brilliant, and everyone may have known it, but it was lonely.

Hyunjin had been the opposite – a sophomore, already well known at your university, and far from sheltered. Confidence oozed from every pore, his brilliance radiating off his skin and sarcasm laced within his smirk. He equalled you in smarts, proven through most of your dance classes being lined up together, and he had the social life that you innately shied away from but itched to conquer. Jealousy wasn’t something you were used to feeling, but whenever you’d catch a glimpse of him and that smug, knowing expression, your chest constricted.

Both of you butted heads, a lot. Although your intelligence was matched, your perspectives differed – your solutions being more logical, straight-forward while Hyunjin detailed the most roundabout way to get to the same result. Your brains worked differently, and Hyunjin’s arrogance didn’t rub off well on you. You let him know exactly how you felt about him, every time he gave you an opportunity to snap – which happened in more than just a few of your lectures and practice sessions.

You knew it was childish to grab any opportunity to bring out his flaws, or refusing to even breathe in the same air as him. It didn't humour you at all, but you couldn't help but snap at whatever he did.

Which is why you were so surprised when Hyunjin asked you out. You’d laughed in his face before he had the chance to laugh in yours. He had to be joking. But he wasn’t, as you made him cross his heart and swear to die, and he insisted that you let him take you out. You would have been lying if you would have said that you weren't intrigued by him – his sincerity, his passion – and insanely attracted to him – his frown when he was concentrating, his lazy smile when he looked at you, his laugh when he was happy – hence why you agreed.

One date only.

And by some miracle act of the universe, that one date went well. So well that you found yourself grinning down at your phone a year later, enticing your boyfriend not to skip this lecture so you could spend time with him.

Y/n [8:56am]: You'd rather sleep than see your wonderful, amazing, smoke show of a  girlfriend?

Hyunjin [8:56am]: If I had it my way, my wonderful, amazing smoke show of a girlfriend would be in my bed, beside me.

“Where is your boy toy?” Chloe, your roommate, voices from beside you.

“On his way,” you mutter.

“God, can you two spend two seconds without each other?”

“I was with you all last night.”

Chloe mumbles something incoherent under her breath. You could care less about your roommate’s half-assed remarks. When you met, you had been single and frankly, less in tune with yourself. It was easy for Chloe to pull you along like some ragdoll, whether that was dragging you to a party on the other side of campus or late night study sessions, completely ignoring what you wanted.

Your roommate was one of the many to criticize you for dating Hyunjin – claiming something about him being a man-whore, how you wouldn’t be able to keep up with his freakiness in the bedroom. It was all very grotesque, and yet all too appropriate nonsense for Chloe to be spewing. You knew it was all coming from the fact that you had grown a backbone and refused to be at Chloe’s beck and call.

Not bothering with Chloe’s antics, you turn your attention back towards your phone.

Y/n [8:56am]: This is the last lecture of Jamie’s Literature class before the exam.

Hyunjin [8:56am]: And we already completed his whole exam review. This is just for the dummies who don’t know where to start.

Your head lifts briefly, scanning the lecture hall. There’s quite a bit of people here, as if it was a normal class day. Majority of them are stacked up at the front, probably for the same reason that you are. You glance back down at your phone, tongue poking on the outside of your cheek.

Y/n [8:57am]: Dummies. Not very nice. Not everyone has brains like us.

Hyunjin [8:57am]: Boo-hoo. We belong in bed.

You snicker to yourself. Hyunjin will eventually, if not already, drag his ass out of bed to be here. He is more of a stickler for class than you are – he loves everything about learning, gaining knowledge that some others deem useless. His brain is never full, even in the midst of studying. He flips through a book once and the information is absorbed in his brain, never set to leave. While you have to highlight, make cue cards, re-do quizlets, Hyunjin’s brilliance comes effortlessly.

You realise now it wasn’t jealousy constricting your chest – just pure amazement.

Y/n [8:57am]: After lecture. Promise. Are you almost here?

Hyunjin [8:58am]: Turn around.

Planted in your usual spot in the front of the row of desks, you furrow your eyebrows before you glance over your shoulder. Hyunjin’s signature grin shines down at you from the back of the class, his hand coming up to wave you over. You frown, despite the surge of adoration that fills your chest. His cheekiness has a tendency to get the best of you. His eyebrows wiggle suggestively, nodding to the cup of coffee in his hand. Another of your weaknesses, apart from him.

“He didn’t get me coffee.” Chloe sneers. “Some boyfriend you have.”

You merely glance at Chloe, rolling your eyes. Chloe puts her hands up in mock defense, as if she were simply stating the obvious, before turning her attention back to her laptop. With a sigh, you glance back at Hyunjin. Your fingers fly against the keyboard, keeping your eyes locked on him, as his cheesy grin slides into a sly smirk. You try to keep your gaze stern, but the smile that threatens to tip at the ends of your lips gives you away.

Y/n [8:58am]: I don’t trust you.

Hyunjin’s thumb punches against the keyboard, his eyes darkening in your direction.

Hyunjin [8:58am]: You don’t trust your loving boyfriend who went all the way across campus to get you your favorite cup of coffee? Ouch.

Y/n [8:58am]: You’re at the back of the class. We always sit at the front.

Hyunjin [8:58am]: Nothing wrong with changing things up a bit.

Y/n [8:59am]: You’re going to try something.

Hyunjin [8:59am]: Am I?

You bite down on your lip, Hyunjin’s eyes pouring into yours invitingly. You have less than thirty seconds to make a decision before Professor Jamie strolls through the door and starts class. Your last class of the semester before the final exam. Granted, one you and Hyunjin spent the better half of last week completing the review for. This class is essentially just complementary – and just like Hyunjin said, for dummies.

There’s an ache between your legs that forms when Hyunjin’s eyes darken. Daring you, testing you. For any other class, on any other day, you would stay cemented in your chair. For any other class, on any other day, Hyunjin would never try this.

You hear the doors of the lecture hall swing open just as you get to your feet. Hyunjin gets a kick out of seeing you scramble to collect your items – laptop, notebook, pens and pencils – all before Jamie makes it to the front of the room.

“Where are you going?” Chloe hisses. “I need to cross-reference your exam review with Jamie’s.”

“Take Jamie’s word over mine,” you brush her off. “I’m going to sit with Hyunjin.”

“Wow. So much for friendship.”

You smile sweetly at Chloe, as she huffs, slumping against her seat. Your pace quickens, hiking your laptop under your armpit, clutching your notebook, pens and pencils in your hand. You skip up the steps, averting your gaze from Hyunjin to block out his smug smirk.

His arm is already slung over the chair he saved for you when you sit down. You slam your supplies on your desk, arms aching from the awkward angle, with a heavy sigh. Hyunjin chuckles lowly from beside you, pressing a kiss under your jaw as you settle into your seat. Heat rushes to your cheeks, and the ache between your legs only grows.

“Missed you last night, love.” Hyunjin mumbles into your neck.

“Sorry. Chloe needed help on her report.” you whisper.

“Tell your roommate to do her own work.”

“I was just helping her out.”

“Just like the good girl you are, huh?”

Your throat goes dry. You tried so hard to shed that good girl image of yourself when you got here. In high school, you’d been teased, called a bore, never really had a steady relationship because people couldn’t get over how academically focused you were. You didn’t disobey your parents or skip classes, the latter of which you still do not do often. Your goody-two shoes persona was something to be regretful of, something you came to university to get rid of.

Hyunjin, however, admired you for just that. He’s had his own list of responsibilities growing up and could relate to you on the pressures of academics and personal life. With him, there was nothing to be ashamed of, no threat of him getting tired of you – all he ever wanted to do was learn more about you. Your quests for knowledge complemented one another, brought out your most competitive tendencies and most intelligent ideas nestled in your passion for each other.

You're able to embrace the part of you so true to your studious ways now, all while embracing the balance between academics and everything else life had to offer – starting with Hyunjin.

“Alright, last class.” Jamie bellows, queuing up a PowerPoint on the overhead screen. “I expect most of you have completed the exam review. This should just be a final check, to make sure you all have the right information for next week’s final exam.”

“Told you,” Hyunjin mutters.

The rustle of books echoed in your ear, but with Hyunjin’s thumb gliding along your shoulder and his breath against your ear, you had trouble following suit. His lips brush lightly against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You snuggle closer to his side, Hyunjin’s arm wrapping securely around your waist. Your eyes glaze over as his hand presses on the inside of your thigh, blurring your vision of Professor Jamie.

You lean over abruptly, stealing your cup of coffee from his desk. Keeping your eyes ahead of you, you bring the cup to your lips, taking a ginger sip. Jamie drowns on about the first lesson, which you do a mental check for – you and Hyunjin have more than what he’s explaining on their exam review. Before you can even turn your head to voice this to him, his hand crawls up your thigh, bypassing the restraints of your skirt and skidding along your panties.

You jerk under the warmth of his touch. Your breath grows shallow, slowly bringing your coffee cup down on your desk as your hand shakes. The warmth of the coffee sliding down your throat is nothing compared to the heat that presses between your legs. Hyunjin’s long, ring-cladden fingers don’t help, gently sliding your panties to the side so his fingers can caress your bare cunt, the cold of the metal making you shiver.

“You know this stuff,” Hyunjin murmurs. “You don’t need to be stressed, love.”

You swallow thickly. “We could have missed some things on the review–”

“You know we didn’t.”

If this was years ago, you would have second guessed yourself. Your mind would be flooded with doubts – did you thoroughly cover the unit on healthy soil? Did you make sure to touch on each of the tracking techniques with enough detail? You would have been so absorbed in the ‘ifs’ that you would have let your sanity slip from you. For all those years, it was just a natural state of mind.

However, it’s not all those years ago. You've kept your grades in high academic standing without the constant threat of your own mind. Sometimes, you forget. Thankfully, Hyunjin is always around to remind you.

Hyunjin’s fingers softly tease your cunt. He’s barely touching you, and you already feel the wet mess between your legs that coat his fingers. You glance out at the class; Jamie babbles about one unit in particular, one that you already started covering. You barely hear what he says, ears blocked by the heat that accumulates inside you. The rest of the class seems to be listening attentively, even Chloe – you can only see the back of her head as she jots down notes.

“Let me take care of you,” Hyunjin whispers into your ear huskily. “I don’t want my good girl all stressed out.”

You twist your head around to peer at him. Hyunjin’s dark eyes have faded into a light expression, pleading for you. Every time you look at Hyunjin, that surprise fills your chest once more. His genuine desire to care for you, to love you, is one you're not used to having. And yet, every time you look at him, that surprise is accompanied by pure adoration and love, and you feel so lucky to have found someone like him.

You press your lips softly and quickly against his before drawing back. “Please, Hyunjin.”

“Please what?”

“Please take care of me.”

Hyunjin smirks, swiveling his gaze back around to the front of the classroom. You do the same, hyper aware of his fingers creeping along your cunt. They are rough, and long, but slip past your folds with no restraint. You screw your lips together tightly, suppressing a moan to the best of your ability. He thrusts his index and middle finger inside of you sturdily, keeping them there for a minute, reminding you of how well he completes you.

Jamie moves onto unit two. He flips to the next slide, and notices a typo, making a big show of it as he instantly goes to correct it. You struggle to find the typo he’s referring to, as Hyunjin draws his fingers out of you and then plunges them back inside without warning.

The stretch of his fingers burn, igniting your body into a flicker of flames, ready to erupt into a full blown explosion. Hyunjin’s pace is strategic; his fingers slide in and out of you with relative ease, but his tempo is rapid and purposeful. Each stride is meant to hit a specific corner, a spot that pricks a different nerve for you. Your own fingers curl around your pencil, applying so much pressure that it bends in your grip, threatening to snap in half just like you.

“That’s it, baby.” Hyunjin urges. “Such a good girl, taking me so well.”

You slump against your chair, giving his fingers better access. His thumb comes up to draw on your clit, and your eyes nearly roll back. Hyunjin’s touch is so full of tact, every part of you permanently etched into his brain by memory. He’s always been whip smart, superb in every subject, but the subject that Hyunjin’s the most well-versed in is you.

“I love how you react to me. Wish I could hear you,” Hyunjin whispers into your ear. “But you’re going to stay quiet, right? Like my good girl.”

All you manage to do is nod hurriedly. Sweat beats from the side of your temple, and his fingers don’t relent on their agonizing pace. You can barely gulp for air, much less make out a sentence.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes,” you blurt out in a husky whisper. “I’m your good girl.”

Hyunjin snickers, pressing a kiss to your shoulder to soothe you. You lean into his touch. If he could read your mind, it would only be full of this – his fingers lodged deep inside you, his thumb painting circles around your clit. He’s simply just knowledgeable on all things you, knows what to do to calm you and to make you crazy all at once.

“Good answer,” Hyunjin taunts. “Think you can come for me?” You gulp down, preparing to answer, before he continues, “Ruin your panties in front of the class?”

Your gaze instantly darts to the rest of the class you have zoned out on. None of them are paying attention to you, thankfully. Chloe’s scrolling on her phone and Jamie’s just finished up correcting another typo on his PowerPoint. All of them in their own little world, while you're an unravelling mess on Hyunjin’s fingers.

You turn to stare at him, find solace in those brown eyes of his. “I want to come for you.”

“Right here, huh? Good girls don’t come in class.”

“For you. I want to do it for you.”

“Always a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

Hyunjin steals a quick kiss from you, and suddenly, you're grateful you have shuffled to the back of the class. No one can hear the agonizing sound of his fingers thrusting erratically into your sopping, wet cunt nor the moan that is stuck in the base of your throat. You force yourself to stare at the front of the classroom, at a word that’s spelled wrong on Jamie’s PowerPoint, one he hasn’t noticed – just like he hasn’t noticed one of his students getting fingered at the back of his class.

You would look at Hyunjin, you are tempted to do just that, but someone’s got to keep watch. Hyunjin, however, is too caught up in you to tear his gaze away. He may know everything about you, everything you like, every little sound, everything that gets you going, but he never misses the opportunity to re-learn.

You can't help but clench down on his finger at the thought of every other time he has had you, learned your body in his own ways which always manages to make you writhe under his ministrations. You grind down against his palm, chasing for any friction you can receive from it, to ease the pulsating need creeping till your toes.

The positioning of his hand is far from ideal and all you can concentrate on is how his fingers fill you up, but never enough. Hyunjin seems to notice the way your body stiffens, and he leans against you to pepper kisses along the smooth column of your neck exposed to him.

"So nasty for me, letting me do anything to you, anywhere," he groans against you, thumb pressing careful but harsh circles over your clit in time as he reaches deeper, rubbing deliciously against your walls. "This makes you so wet, doesn't it, baby? The possibility that someone catches us when I'm knuckles deep inside you?"

That unwinds the knot tightening at the bottom of your stomach and he watches intently as your mouth forms a perfect little ‘O’, your orgasm smashing into you and overtaking your body.

The aftershocks that ride through your body causes you to jerk out of your chair. A few students a couple of rows before the two of you turn their heads, but Hyunjin’s feigned a look of concern, placing the hand that’s not inside you against your cheek to feel your temperature. You glare at him, watching as he tries to force down his smirk.

“You alright, love?” Hyunjin teases.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the rest of the students turn their attention back to Jamie. You readjust yourself on the chair, still a bit shaky. Hyunjin guides you to a comfortable position, that smirk fully occupying his features. He slicks his fingers out of you, coated with your wetness, and brings them to his mouth while your walls flutter around nothing, and it makes you want to ask him to fuck you right here. You know that won't happen so you just watch, trying to stay annoyed, but the ecstasy of your orgasm and the sight before you are too much to bear.

“You’re a dick, I hope you know that,” you mutter.

“You love me.” Hyunjin insists. There’s a pause as you roll your eyes. “I love you.”

Your heart beams, overwhelmed with the desire to smash your lips against his. It was easier to think he was irritating when your heart didn’t belong to him. “I love you.”

“Do you feel better?”

You fixate your gaze back at the front of the classroom. You have, somehow, completely missed the third unit, Jamie already rambling about how the fourth unit is arguably the most important. A familiar anxiety plagues your chest, one that falters your smile, but you smoothly recover. At least, you think so, until you turn to note Hyunjin’s knowing stare.

“I do,” you say. Hyunjin narrows his eyes. “I do! You know I love your fingers.”

“Mm, just my fingers?” Hyunjin teases.

“I love it all, baby.”

You note the mischievous stare that overtakes your boyfriend’s features. His eyebrows raise suggestively, that smirk making a reappearance. You narrow your eyes skeptically, but force yourself not to press further and egg him on. You should know better than to think that would be the end of it.

Jamie’s moved on to the sixth unit when you can feel Hyunjin’s hot breath against your neck once more. “Switch seats with me.”

You furrow your eyebrows. Hyunjin’s perched at the end row, tucked against his seat and the wall. You are seated directly beside him, which wouldn’t make much of a difference. Both of you can see the PowerPoint from pretty much the same angle.

“What? Why?”

“Because I’m asking nicely.”

“You did not ask nicely.”

“Please, my love, switch seats with me.”

“Why?”

“Because this time I asked nicely.”

Hyunjin may be a star student in the subject of you, but you are equally gifted in the topic of him. You know he has something planned, another way to drive you crazy and distract you from this class. Not that you're learning anything at all – Hyunjin was right, Jamie’s not saying anything that you don't already know. But you’d never admit that to him. May as well play along.

“Fine,” you agree with an exaggerated sigh.

You coyly squeeze past Hyunjin, your ass glancing back at him invitingly. His hand comes up to caress your bottom teasingly as he switches your seat. You swat his hand away playfully, plopping down into the seat. You make no effort to move your items, pretending to be preoccupied with Jamie’s lecture.

Hyunjin moves all his supplies from his desk to yours, leaving you with an empty slab of wood before you. He’s quiet and swift about it, which you admire, and the pressure between your legs returns. Your panties are dampened against your cunt, and the wetness that accumulates certainly doesn’t help your case.

He’s on his knees before you can even blink. You jolt up in your seat, glancing out nervously at the crowd of students. The back of their heads have never been more intimidating, not as Hyunjin positions himself in between your legs. You say nothing, that familiar fire pricking up your spine, igniting all your senses at once and inviting him closer.

“Quiet, baby.” Hyunjin warns you.

That’s the only caution he provides before he drags your panties down to your ankles, bunching your skirt up near your waist. He removes your block sandals and licks a long stripe along your instep, his fingers brushing over your calf. He moves his way up your inner thighs, biting high enough in an area you're sure your skirt will hide.

And it's when he moves forward to lick your cunt that quiver courses through your body, your hand instinctively fisting into his hair. Hyunjin takes this in stride, his tongue lapping you up greedily, collecting all your wetness.

“Oh, Hyun–” you breathe.

“Shh, love. I’ve got you.” Hyunjin assures you. “I need you to be good for me, so I can be good for you. Okay?”

You nod hurriedly, and this time, Hyunjin takes that as a suitable response. He draws back slightly to press a wet kiss to your inner thigh where he bit you to soothe the sting, before returning to your cunt.

It’s a rhythm that Hyunjin encompasses.

His pace ranges, depending on your mood or the circumstance, but he always manages to get it right on the very first try. Today, he’s quick, each maneuver of his tongue purposeful, slicking into a crevasse that makes your hips jerk up to meet his mouth. He's fucking you with his tongue in a room full of people and the thought alone is enough to make you come.

The lecture hall is a blur. Your ears are ringing and your vision is watered, and all your senses are focused on Hyunjin. His soft grunts fill your ears, his flaxen hair is all you see, blood drawn from your teeth digging into your lip is the most powerful taste, your arousal snaking into your nostrils, his tongue overpowers your nerves. Everything caused by him, only him.

For a moment, you gain some composure, as Hyunjin subdues you with his tongue against your clit. He’s only building his pace, preparing you for a final release, and you prepare yourself for just that. Your hand wraps around the arm of your seat, eyes doing a quick sweep over the classroom, just to make sure nobody’s eyes are on them.

Of course, you aren’t that lucky this time. Anxiety fills your chest when Chloe meets your gaze, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What’s wrong?” Chloe mouths.

Your face is flushed red, hair matted to your forehead, sweat dripping down the side of your temple. You look less than a star student. You gulp down, shaking your head, trying to appear somewhat poised to deter your roommate from looking any further as Hyunjin’s tongue flicks feverishly against your clit. Chloe narrows her eyes in your direction, unconvinced and becoming increasingly confused.

Chloe’s eyes flee from the scene for a moment, finding her phone. It takes seconds for your phone to flash on the desk beside yours. A message from Chloe appears, before a second pops up moments after. You squint, barely making out the words before a third one comes in.

Chloe [9:49am]: Why do you look like you’re about to pass out?

Chloe [9:49am]: Shouldn’t your loving boyfriend be tending to you?

Chloe [9:50am]: Where is Hyunjin anyway?

Your gaze involuntarily drifts down between your legs. Your climax is on the rise, especially with the sight of him suckling your clit below you. You force yourself to look back up at Chloe, her stare is glued to you. Chloe gives you a ludicrous look, completely oblivious. You try desperately to wave her off, but then Hyunjin’s tongue presses on your clit hard, and he pushes two fingers inside you, scissoring you open. His head is ducked under the desk, shielding him from the rest of the class, making him privy to you and you only.

“Look at me.” Hyunjin growls.

“But–”

“I said look at me, Y/n.”

Chloe’s too nosy to be looking away anytime soon. You would send her an apologetic look, but then Hyunjin bites down on your mound, adding a third finger at the same time, and your gaze jerks back down to him. Looking down at him, his mouth enclosed around your clit, his eyes pouring into yours, your orgasm nearly implodes right there. His tongue slicks soothingly against your clit, your walls embarrassingly closing around his fingers. You feel him curl his fingers, stretching you even more before he starts thrusting his fingers hard and fast, hitting a spot that makes you almost whimper.

“Good girl,” Hyunjin coaxes you. “Even three fingers aren't enough for you, huh? Look at you, taking everything so well..”

“I – I’m almost…f-fuck, Hyunjin. I'm so close.” Your hip surges forward as he continues to hit you deep and sweet, and you have to suppress everything inside you to moan his name.

“I know. Keep your eyes on me, love.”

All that’s in your sight, all that’s on your mind is Hyunjin. His tongue travels through every part of you, reminding you of all the avenues he’s memorized before his agonizing pace returns to your clit. Everything he knows about you, ingrained forever into his memory, dedicated to making you feel good. Your star student, your boyfriend, the one you love more than anything, on his knees just to make you feel special. All those fires that have sparked erupt as your orgasm washes over you.

A strong shudder shakes your body, but you keep your eyes on Hyunjin, just like he told you to. His tongue slows against your clit before he pulls out his fingers from you abruptly, almost harsh enough that you gasp, lathering up the rest of your cunt, spreading his saliva and your wetness all over you. His eyes never leave yours, brown eyes all dark and dazed and pouring into you, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. You slump against the seat, with a compressed sigh.

Hyunjin dusts his lips along your inner thigh. “That’s my good girl.”

You have managed to regain some composure by then, a relieved smile appearing on your lips. Hyunjin smirks triumphantly, adjusting your panties to move over your slick cunt, drenching them all over again. As Hyunjin cleans you up, your eyes drift out to the classroom.

Chloe’s stare is still ingrained on you. She’s even more confused now, irritation seeping into her features. You open your mouth, to say something, anything to get your roommate off of your back. Instead, Hyunjin pops his head up over the desk, wiping your wetness on your lips before he leans down to steal a slobbery kiss from you. You close your eyes, returning his passionate kiss before he draws back and plops back down into his chair with a victorious, smug look.  

That answers all of Chloe’s questions. You nervously glance back towards Chloe, whose eyes are wide and mouth has dropped open. She doesn’t even look disgusted, just annoyed. That’s almost worse. Her irritation will grow into unreasonable anger the minute she gets you alone.

At the moment, you can’t find it in you to care. You glance back at Hyunjin, as his hand comes up to lightly caress your cheek. His arrogance is overpowering him now, complimented by his permanent smirk. He pushes his hair off his face with his free hand, trying to come across as nonchalant.

“How was that?” Hyunjin teases.

“A plus,” you comment.

A loud clap of Jamie’s hand disrupts the two of you. “Alright, that’s all for exam review. I hope you all come to your final class prepared. I’ve given you more than enough to work with.”

Your knees are a bit wobbly, so Hyunjin takes the liberty of collecting both of your belongings as the class is dismissed. You don’t have to tell him to be quick with it, there’s no point. No matter how hurried he is, shoving your laptops into his bookbag like it’s his final mission, Chloe will beat them to the door. Hyunjin intertwines his finger with yours, guiding you down the steps despite your shaky legs and Chloe’s prying gaze.

Chloe’s standing guard at the door, arms crossed across her chest. “Well, wasn’t that a show.”

“Move out of the way, Chloe.” Hyunjin mutters through gritted teeth.

“It’s alright, Hyun.” you sigh, squeezing his hand for reassurance.

“It’s not alright, actually. I can’t believe you ditched me for the whole class to be lapped up like a dog by your boyfriend at the back of the room!” Chloe nearly screeches. “So much for hoes before bros.”

Your eyes widen, praying no one heard your roommate’s outburst. You leanscloser, lowering your voice to a whisper. “Come on, it’s the last class. You ditched me at the club for Julie just last week–”

“That’s different. Since when are you the irresponsible one? You’re supposed to be more on top of shit than this, Y/n.”

“You’ve got some nerve after all Y/n does for you–” Hyunjin surges forward, intent on saying a few more choice words.

You yank him back gently, shaking your head in warning. He presses his lips together tightly, but nods, stepping back at your side. You give him a grateful look, and Hyunjin knows to reign it in.

Chloe stares at the two of you like she’s missing something, which she always tends to be. She barks, “What?”

“Chloe, I am on top of this.” You relay calmly. “Hyunjin and I have one of the top grades in this class–”

“Well, so do I–”

“Yeah, because of me. My exam review is ten times more extensive than the one Jamie gave. I’m going to be fine. Maybe you should worry about yourself.”

Chloe opens her mouth to retaliate, but you are pushing past her and leading Hyunjin out the doors before she can say anything. The doors swing shut behind you, thrusting Hyunjin and you into the Practice room building, swarms of students passing by – with a change if clothes or empty bottles to refill – as you walk. Hyunjin waits until you are both far enough away from Jamie’s lecture hall before pulling you into his side.

“That was hot.” Hyunjin comments.

You laugh, wrapping your arms around his torso. “Oh yeah? Which part?”

“All of it.”

Tilting your head up, you meet his lips. You can taste yourself on his mouth, and he grins at the knowledge of it. You draw back first, meeting Hyunjin’s suggestive gaze. You roll your eyes playfully, continuing to lead him through the building.

“We’re not going back to my room,” you clarify.

“Good. Let’s go to mine.” Hyunjin smirks. He’s met with a knowing look from you, and he sighs deeply. “Fine. If you insist on spending the next three hours at the library, we’ll do that.”

“Glad you agree.” You wink. Hyunjin tries his best to lead you to the right, but you tug at his arm, guiding him in the opposite direction of your dorms. “Hey. The library is this way.”

Hyunjin pouts as you drag him towards the library. “I thought you were kidding.”