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Poets and Parties (M)

Author: @kpopfanfictrash

Rating: 18 + (explicit sex)

Word Count: 5,037

Prompt: “I’m trick-or-treating with my kid and you answered the door and oh - fuck me, you’re seriously the hottest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

Summary: As part of the campus little buddies program, you’re bringing Abby trick-or-treating. When she runs up to the GOT (Gamma Omega Tau) fraternity house though, and Jaebum opens the door - everything that once was sensible flies out of your brain. [ this is a repost ]

“Trick or treat,” Abby yells, holding up her hands.

The man and woman at the door – a young couple, late twenties – break out into smiles. “Hello, there!” the woman says brightly, bending down to reach eye level. “What a beautiful – ballerina, yes?”

Abby nods, clearly pleased that they understand. “That’s me!” she giggles, then spins.

You stand behind, watching the exchange. When the man looks up and sees you, he smiles. “Is this your daughter?” he asks happily.

Eyes widening, you nearly choke on the words. “I, uh – nope. She’s,” you swallow, struggling to control your annoyance. Of course, people assume she’s yours – parents bring their kids around,trick-or-treating. “Abby is my buddy, part of the Little Buddy University program,” you explain.

“Ah,” the guy nods, understanding dawning. “I see. Well, what kind of candy do you want, Abby?” he asks, reaching for the bowl in their entranceway.

Abby becomes serious, picking thoughtfully through the layers of multi-colored candy bars. “Hm,” she whispers, standing on tip-toe.

“The buddy program,” the guy asks, bringing your attention to him. “That’s Lewis Elementary school, right?”

You nod, lips tightening. “Yep.”

Lewis Elementary school isn’t in the best part of town. Many of the families are single-parent households, working multiple jobs just to make ends meet. This becomes complicated on nights like tonight – Halloween night, a holiday meant for fun and laughter, not the stress of trying to get off work.

That’s why you’re here. You and the other buddies bring the kids trick-or-treating, going door-to-door in the costumes you bought for them. It’s something you love, being around the kids and tonight is no exception. You smile at Abby, at the pure, unadulterated joy in her expression.

“Thanks!” she yells, grabbing a Snickers bar and turning down the sidewalk.

“Thanks,” you laugh. When the couple nods and wave – you follow. Trailing Abby’s skipping down the driveway, moving on to the next house on the block.

“Abby,” you laugh, adjusting the tiara she forced you to wear. “Wait up!” A tiara, paired with your black tunic and jeans. The most chill princess in existence, but Abby insists that you’re a princess nonetheless.

Veering around the corner, she does a pirouette before sprinting down the street. Your eyes widen when you recognize the street sign: Knight Avenue. Home to much of the University’s campus Greek life. Fraternities, sororities, all of them lined up in a row. An impressive strip, one you rarely frequent. Greek life is something you couldn’t care less about. Most of the guys and girls there are toxic, people you’re better off without.

It’s only four ‘o’clock in the afternoon, the sun just sinking towards the curve of the horizon but already you know the houses will be preparing. Readying themselves for tonight’s booze, drinking games, ping-pong balls and folding tables. They’ll be stringing tiny lights over half-cleaned floors – all in the hopes that their members will lure some semi-drunk person up to their room tonight.

Not that you’re bitter, of course. Rounding the corner, you spot Abby’s pink tutu already halfway up the lawn to GOT – the top fraternity on campus. GOT, or Gamma Omega Tau. You groan out loud at this, breaking into a jog and hoping you reach the house before she rings the bell. No way those boys will have candy – what’s more, they likely won’t look kindly upon some random child ringing their doorbell.

You reach her, just as Abby presses the buzzer. Almost swearing – you catch yourself just in time – you bend to grab Abby gently by the wrist. “Hey, munchkin,” you smile, at eye level. “Let’s go over to the next street, huh? I hear this house has awful candy.”

“Well, that’s just rude.”

You look up, surprised – only for your words to die on your lips.

Fuck, if you’re not staring at the hottest guy you’ve ever seen. He’s on the taller side, lean build with dark, almost black hair. Almond eyes, straight nose and two, adorable moles over his left eye. The guy is dressed in a black t-shirt paired with jeans, eerily similar your own. You straighten quickly, almost knocking the tiara from your head.

“Is that your kid,” the guy asks, nodding at Abby.

Abby stares upwards, her mouth a perfect o. “He’s pretty.”

The guy’s eyebrows lift, trying to stifle his laugh.

Blushing fiercely, you bend to grab Abby’s hand. “No,” you mutter. Somewhat worriedly, you appraise your outfit. Noting with defeat that apparently, this blouse makes you look thirty. “I’m part of the campus buddy program. Abby and I are trick-or-treating tonight.”

“O-h,” the guy nods, breaking out into a smile. The corners of his eyes crinkle, making him look much less threatening. “I was part of that program, freshman year. Then I joined GOT,” he waves his hand at the house behind him, “and things kind of spiraled.”

“Right,” you arch a brow. “I imagine party planning up takes a lot of time.”

Staring back, the guy’s lips tighten. “Actually,” he corrects, tilting his head. “I’m the president of GOT. It does take up a lot of time.”

Oh, fuck. Shifting your weight, you frantically try and backpedal. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean – ”

“I know what you meant,” the guy interrupts, eyes darkening. “I don’t blame you, really. It was my impression of the Greek system before I joined. Since then though, I’ve doubled our charity outreach, implemented three campus-wide initiatives and organized a fundraiser for a local organization which raised over five thousand dollars. The fraternity isn’t just fun and games,” he smiles, the gesture terse.

You stare at him, eyes wide. “I guess… I never really thought about it before. I’m sorry.”

The guy exhales, pushing himself from the frame. “Sorry, that was sort of preachy. I guess I should be used to it, by now.” He exhales and, upon looking down, sees Abby staring back at him. His face changes, brightening as he drops his knee. “Hi, there,” he grins. “I’m Jaebum. Are you a ballerina? I love your tutu.”

When you arch a brow, Jaebum looks up and shrugs. “My sister,” he explains, glancing over his shoulder. “HEY! JINYOUNG!”

You blink, unsure what he’s doing – until a tall, messy-haired guy appears behind him.

“Oh, Jinyoung,” you nod, recognizing his face.

Jinyoung was in your Calculus class, freshman year. The two of you often studied together, but you didn’t know he rushed GOT. Jinyoung was quiet back then, and you never really pictured him as the frat boy type – but then, Jinyoung is quite attractive. You suppose it’s not out of the norm.

When he reaches Jaebum’s side and sees you standing there, Jinyoung breaks into a smile. “Hey, Y/N. Long time, no see.”

Jaebum looks back and forth between the two of you. “You two know each other?” he asks, slight furrow to his brow.

“Yeah,” Jinyoung nods, stifling a yawn. “We were in freshman Calc together, with Professor Mooney. Y/N saved my behind multiple times. I’m hopeless at that kind of thing.”

“Behind,” Abby giggles, prompting Jaebum to wiggle his eyebrows.

He then looks at Jinyoung. “Hopeless at what? Numbers?”

Jinyoung punches him in the shoulder. “Calc isn’t numbers,” he gripes. “It’s letters, disguised as numbers. Honestly, it’s a small wonder you aced it,” he adds, looking at Jaebum.

“Why?” you ask, even as Abby tugs your hand.

“Jaebum is a poetry major,” Jinyoung explains. “Such a show-off, good at everything. Anyways, why did you call me over?”

“Right. Do we still have candy leftover from the last chapter meeting?”

Jinyoung nods. “Yep, why?”

“Abby,” Jaebum looks down, grinning at Abby. “Would like chocolate. I aim to please.”

“Oh,” Jinyoung blinks, as though just recognizing the child on their doorstep. “Right! Hang on.”

He turns, disappearing into the gigantic house as you stare. Jinyoung passes several boys on his way, all of them in various states of cleaning. Another guy – Jackson, you think his name is? – carries orange-colored pumpkin lights out to the backyard, with another guy fiddles with the speakers.

“We’re having a party,” Jaebum announces, noticing your gaze. “A party which, I suppose did take up a lot of time planning.”

Your cheeks flush. “I’m sorry, really – I didn’t think.”

His eyes are bright though, and you realize he’s joking. “I’m kidding, really,” he waves his hand, then looks at Abby. “Not to worry, fair lady. The candy is on its way!”

Abby frowns. “What kind of candy.”

Jaebum’s lips twitch. “What kind is your favorite?”

“Kit-Kat bars.”

“What a coincidence,” Jinyoung declares, striding into view. “We have a bunch of Kit-Kat’s right on top.”

When Jinyoung bends to show Abby the bowl – Jaebum looks at you. “You were in Calculus with Jinyoung?” he asks, voice quiet.

“Yep,” you nod, watching Abby and Jinyoung interact. She frowns seriously, taking her time. Picking up each bar independently to turn it over.

“Y/N is an Engineering major,” Jinyoung coughs, from his spot by the ground. “It’s why she basically saved my life in math. She’s crazy smart.”

Jaebum nods. “Ah, that’s amazing.”

“Not really,” you shake your head, cheeks warm. “Poetry, though – that’s a major you don’t hear every day.”

Jaebum shrugs, one shoulder rising and falling. “I suppose it’s not.”

He falls quiet, while Abby grabs a Kit-Kat bar. “Thank you, Gym-young,” she chirps, turning away.

You laugh, at the look on Jinyoung’s face. Slight outrage, without the proper avenue to express his concern. “Sorry,” you apologize, straightening your expression to normalcy. “Anyways, I better go catch up with her. You guys were nice, sharing your candy – but I doubt Epsilon Chi Omega is as accommodating.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Jinyoung shrugs. “They’re pretty good guys. Just – oh, shit. YUGYEOM!” he yells, seeing the freshman teetering awkwardly on top of a ladder. “THAT’S NOT HOW YOU HANG THE HOLIDAY LIGHTS! Must I do everything myself,” he mutters, before walking away.

Jaebum laughs, watching him go. “So,” he turns back to you.

“So,” you say, intending to leave – but finding your feet rooted to the floor. “Thanks for the candy.”

“No problem,” Jaebum watches you a second longer, then clears his throat. “I know this doesn’t really seem like your scene but, if you’re bored tonight, you’re more than welcome to come to our party. After dropping Abby off, of course,” he adds, nodding at the sidewalk.

Abby stands at the bottom of the porch, frowning with concentration while counting her candy. You look back at Jaebum and before you can think twice about it, nod. “Yeah, that’d be nice.”

Jaebum’s eyes brighten. “Great. I – well, I should go. Need to make sure Jinyoung hasn’t killed Yugyeom,” he adds, dropping a wink while turning away. “See you tonight, Y/N,” he calls, voice fading as he walks down the hallway. “Don’t forget to wear your costume.”

Fuck.

Later that night you stand, transfixed on the sidewalk. It’s amazing, the transformation that’s occurred in just a few hours. Walking up their driveway, you almost don’t recognize the GOT house. Windows and doors thrown wide open, light and music spilling out onto the lawn. Pumpkins and lights sprinkle the porch, crowds of people milling in between.

Somewhere inside must be a dance floor since even from here, you can hear the loud thumping bass and catcalls. Games are located out on the side lawn – beer pong, flip cup and slap cup. None of which interest you, so you wrinkle your nose and move on.

“Wait, wait – Y/N,” your roommate, Chelsea tugs on your sleeve. “I want to play!”

“Chels,” you groan, turning to look. “Do you really want to suffer through the embarrassment of chugging beer, flipping a small, plastic cup and likely getting wasted in the process?”

Chelsea purses her lips, thinking about it. “Yep, I do. See ya!” she yells, bounding across the lawn.

You laugh, shaking her head when you see her join Bambam’s game. The two are close, always pretending to study in the library while getting absolutely nothing done. ‘Working on a group project,’ is their usual response, whenever someone deigns to ask.

Looking beyond, you continue up the hill. Stuffing both hands into your pockets and wishing you’d thought to bring along another person. You don’t know what you were thinking, coming with just Chels. Jaebum is the president of GOT, which means he’ll likely be busy all night. He probably only invited you from pity, or just because he’s a nice guy.

It’s just as you’re thinking this, someone taps you on the shoulder. You whirl quickly, coming face to face with Jaebum. “Oh,” you blink, the air rushing from your body. “Hi.”

Jaebum smiles at your surprise. “You came.”

Nodding, you scan his frame. He’s dressed in a tan, three-piece suit tonight. A white button-down underneath this, red tie loose around his neck and hair slicked back. He looks, in summary, nothing short of amazing.

But – you have no idea who he is. “What’s you costume?” you ask, frowning.

“Sebastian, from La La Land,” Jaebum shrugs. “I thought about lugging the piano around, but then thought that might be overkill.”

You snort, despite yourself. “Clever,” you nod. “I loved that movie.”

“Same,” he agrees, voice softening. He scans your body, coming to a stop on your face. “And you are… Daria,” he announces, nodding to himself.

Your eyebrows lift, surprised. “Bingo. How did you guess?”

“Please,” Jaebum grins, then waves a hand. “Give me a challenge, why don’t you?”

At this, you do laugh. “Of course, the sarcastic expression was a dead giveaway. It’s a great party you have going on,” you offer, glancing around.

“Mhm,” Jaebum raises his cup, sipping from its red, plastic rim. “I guess so.”

Arching an eyebrow brow, you smile. “You guess?”

“It’s better now,” he says simply, watching you blush.

“That’s – I,” you falter.

“Would you like to go for a walk?” Jaebum asks, lips lifting in a smile.

Nodding jerkily, you don’t trust yourself with words. “Don’t you have to stay here, though?” you ask, glancing back at the crowd. “As the president of GOT?”

Jaebum shrugs, following your gaze. “I’m sure they’d prefer it if I disappeared, actually. The less I see, the less I must yell at them for tomorrow. Already, Mark is on my list.”

“Mark Tuan?” you ask, recognizing his name.

Jaebum nods. “He invited both Youngjae’s ex-girlfriends, then forgot to tell him. The poor guy was in for a shock, when he came downstairs.”

You laugh, pushing a strand of hair behind your ears. “Rough night for Youngjae.”

“Yep,” Jaebum admits. He drains his cup, then exhales. “For sure. Even worse without alcohol, though – want any?”

“What kind?” you venture, hesitant. “Anything pink-colored, containing grenadine or that has the word ‘panty” in the title, count me out.”

Jaebum grins, turning to walk up the hill. When you follow, he glances sideways. “Odd,” he frowns. “Does that mean you don’t want a hearty cup of our Pink Panty-Dropper Punch? It’s delicious,” he wiggles his empty cup at you.

You groan, shaking your head. “Please, no. And you best keep your panties on, mister.”

Jaebum laughs, pushing open the side door and leading you into the kitchen. “Noted. How about a beer, instead?” he calls, opening the fridge. “I know, not exciting – but at least there’s a cap on it.”

You nod, accepting the bottle he hands you. “312?” you read, turning the bottle in your hands.

He nods. “My personal stash. Sh, don’t tell the others.”

Miming zipping your lips, you nod.

Jaebum moves past, walking out the same door you came. “You coming?” he pauses, looking glancing back.

You nod, barely considering anything else while you step outside. Out on the lawn, the party is in full swing. Laughing, dancing college students everywhere. To your right, two guys stand arguing about dibs and the rules; nearby, some girl yells that if Monster Mash doesn’t play, Halloween is officially canceled. You start to giggle, listening. Quieting quickly, when Jaebum turns and grabs your hand in his.

He looks down, then back up. “Is this okay?” he says, uncertainty in his eyes.

You nod, then whisper, “Yes.”

When you follow, you’re unsure why you whispered. Only that the butterflies in your stomach seemed to demand as much, choking your volume with fear and excitement.

“Good,” Jaebum smiles, before tugging you along. He continues to walk – past the beer pong, past Chelsea and Bambam. Past the members of GOT until reaching a break in the bushes. Lifting both brows, Jaebum ducks through, smiling back before sipping his beer.

“Ouch,” you grumble, as a branch nearly smacks you in the face – Jaebum almost drops his bottle, catching this to push it aside.

“Sorry,” he winces, starting to laugh. “That was my bad.”

You just shake your head, pushing forward to clutch his hand tighter. “Don’t worry,” you grin, brushing his hips with yours. “I’m used to rougher stuff than that.”

Jaebum’s eyes darken, following your body. He walks beside you, letting go of you long enough to touch your waist. Sliding his hand around you, the tips of his fingers brushing your abdomen. You let him do this, inhaling shakily when his hand comes to rest on your hip – nothing more than that, but it’s enough to make your heart flutter. Your breath catches, quickening in anticipation.

As you walk, the houses change to gardens. This turns into a golf course, which becomes the campus grounds. The University is a beautiful place at night. The trees arch overhead, heavens breaching the branches to dot your face with moonlight. Jaebum turns to look at you, scanning your profile.

“What?” you ask, slightly breathless. Turning free of his arm to walk to the nearest bench, gently lowering yourself to sit.

Jaebum remains standing, looking at you. “Just… wondering why you came tonight.”

“You invited me,” you remind, drawing your legs up cross-legged, taking a sip of your beer. “Or did you forget?’

“Oh, I remember,” Jaebum smiles, then tilts his head. “But you could have come for any number of reasons. Maybe you needed a place to wear your Halloween costume,” he muses, holding up a finger. “Or maybe you’re the world champion of flip cup, and wanted someone to play.”

“Oh, yes,” you laugh, taking another sip. “That’s it. I can’t believe you dragged me away from all the games I was playing.”

“Or maybe,” Jaebum continues. “You have a secret crush on a member of GOT, and desperately wanted to see him.”

Instead of answering, you take a sip. “Interesting.”

Jaebum’s eyes darken, sparking. “Oh? So, number three?”

Shrugging, you look down at the bench beside you. “It’s plausible, that’s all I’m saying.”

Chewing the inside of his cheek, Jaebum takes a step closer. “Alright, so let’s say you were crushing on a member of GOT.”

“A wild assumption, but go on.”

“Right,” Jaebum clears his throat. “I could help, you know.”

Stomach sinking, you look back up. He could help – meaning he doesn’t like you? You’ll admit, you thought maybe he did. When he held your hand, asked you on this walk. You thought Jaebum was making his move on you. Maybe not, though.

Taking a sip from your bottle, you let your lips linger on the edge. Watching Jaebum’s eyes follow. “Wait a minute,” you sigh, shaking your head. “I never admitted to having a crush on anyone here. This is all conjecture. Maybe,” you muse, eyes gleaming, “I came because I wanted to hear you recite poetry. You ever think about that?”

Jaebum nearly chokes, swallowing the wrong windpipe. “I – what?”

“You’re a poetry major,” you remind, swinging your legs out from under you. “Maybe I wanted to listen to some Halloween poetry.”

“I,” Jaebum stops, repressing his laughter. “You thought a frat party would be the place for this? Open mic at midnight, where I spit out my rhymes?”

You nod, expression innocent. “Is that not what frat parties are usually like?”

Jaebum stifles a grin, dragging his hand through his hair. “No, no – you’re right. This is exactly what happens, I just got confused. Right then,” he claps his hands together, serious. “What kind of poetry do you want to hear? Scandalous? Sensitive? Some combination of the two?”

“Acrostic,” you deadpan. “Halloween themed.”

Jaebum groans, dragging both hands down his face. “Are you serious?”

“Deadly serious. Ha – get it?” you grin, chuckling. “Halloween, dead. Wow, I crack myself up.”

Jaebum peeks out at you. “It’s good you crack someone up. Hold onto that feeling.”

You frown, tapping your foot against the bench. “I’m waiting,” you sing-song. “An acrostic, using the words Halloween Time.”

This beer must be going to your head, since you feel slightly fuzzy. Overly warm, watching Jaebum struggle. Either you’re getting drunk, or it’s a combination of several things – the guy before you, the chilly night air, the warming drink and spiraled excitement.

Jaebum squishes his eyes together, then sighs. “First syllable?”

“Ha.”

He opens one eye. “Haunted by ghosts of past beer, am I.”

You grin at this, holding up a finger. “Lo.”

“Lo and behold,” Jaebum throws out both arms, “my cup has run dry.”

Stifling a laugh, you lean back on your hands. “Ween!”

Jaebum shakes his head. “WEENED,” he declares, spinning to set his beer down on the ground, “from the bosom, of our dear mother night.”

Your lips are pressed firm together, trying to hold in your giggles. Setting your own beer down, you arch a brow. “Time?”

“Time,” Jaebum drops his head to his hands, “for your fears to up and take flight.”

“Bravo!” you cheer, bursting into laughter as you launch yourself to your feet. “That was beautiful, it was amazing, I – oh.”

Jaebum has caught your arms in his. He stands suddenly centimeters away, his gaze dark, moonlight bright and your breath caught tight in your throat. A strand of hair falls into his gaze, searching your expression. “Did you really come for the poetry?” Jaebum asks you, his voice soft.

“That’s not all I came for.”

“Oh?” he smiles.

“No, I – ”

Jaebum kisses you. Wrapping both arms around you, pulling you into him. His hands slide up your body, cupping your face with his fingers. Jaebum inhales, drinking you in briefly before pulling back to rest his forehead with yours. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes, voice ragged. His eyes shine, dark in the night. “I … you barely know me.”

You interrupt this by kissing him again, lifting to tip-toes and wrapping both arms around his neck. Jaebum stumbles backwards, catching you around your waist. His lips tangle with yours, tongue pushing into your mouth. His lips hot, welcome, tasting of mint and beer. You draw him into you, pressing your body everywhere you can reach. Jaebum is warm, solid. When he kisses, it’s both fierce and gentle, melting you straight to your core. You feel liquid, molten in his grasp and when he pulls away – you understand why he’s gasping.

“Do you…?” Jaebum hesitates, then looks over his shoulder.

You nod. Not saying more, just lacing your fingertips with his. Jaebum smiles, turning around. The entire way to his house, you’re giddy. Half-giggling, smiling when Jaebum pushes you up against a tree, his lips finding yours in the dark. His kiss hardens, hands trailing up your sides. Tangling in your hair, probably making you look ridiculous – but you find you don’t care. You’re just as excited as he is, ruining his perfect gel with greedy fingers.

When you reach his lawn, you break apart. Jaebum moves behind, keeping his hands on your hips while walking you back to the house. “Hey,” he nods at Jinyoung, voice deeper than usual.

Jinyoung’s lips quirk, though he says nothing – merely returning to the person he’s deep in conversation with. When you glance behind you, Jaebum’s gaze is steady. His eyes bright, crinkled when you look his way. “Just a little bit farther,” he whispers, reaching out as soon as you’re inside and tugging you towards the stairs.

No one pays any attention, when Jaebum leads you upwards. Pausing on the landing to pull you to him. Jaebum kisses you roughly, body molding to yours. “I,” he breaks off, kissing down your neck. “Just tell me what you… I mean, if …”

“Jaebum,” you interrupt, smiling. “Which one is your room?”

His eyes widen and he nods, turning back around. Leading you down the hallways, pushing open a door at the end. When you step inside, Jaebum’s room is what you would have expected. Messy, but in a way which suggests organized chaos. Piles of clothing by color, stacks of paper and pens strewn about on his bed. Jaebum crosses to this hastily, sweeping them aside.

“Sorry,” he bites at his lower lip. “I wasn’t thinking about – I, well didn’t expect this.”

Walking closer, you come to a stop before him. Without another word, you kiss him. Jaebum groans, pulling your lower lip between his teeth. Walking the two of you backwards before sitting down on his bed. He tugs you with him, your legs falling to either side at his hips. As you continue to kiss, you move above him. At first, just in small motions. A pressing of bodies, trying to get closer than you already are.

Then it’s Jaebum’s hands, anchoring you to him. Pushing upwards, while you grind against him. “Ah,” you gasp, moving down to his neck. “Jaebum.” Your lips trail to his ear, bite down. Taking care to be gentle with his multiple piercings.

Jaebum groans, bucking his hips upwards. You’re wearing a skirt, as part of your costume and Jaebum’s hands slide beneath it. Moving further up your legs, revealing skin while you shrug from your jacket. Letting this fall to the ground, even as his thumbs brush the tops of your thighs.

Jaebum’s eyes are dark with longing, fingers sliding until he feels how wet you are. His eyes widen. “Shit,” he groans and when you blush at his words, he kisses you again. “That’s so fucking hot.”

As you kiss, his fingers trace the front of your underwear. You tug insistently at his tie, undoing with practiced fingers, flinging this sideways to shove his jacket entirely off. Jaebum pulls back long enough to remove his vest and you’re midway through unbuttoning his shirt when he flips you over. Jaebum pushes your shirt upwards, kissing a heated path down your body.

You gasp, when he tugs your panties to your knees. His tongue replacing his fingers, tracing circles which quickly become needy, messy movements. His lips hot and insistent, one finger sliding in from below. You gasp, arching against him on the bed. Unable to stop the noises your making, nor the way your legs clench around him.

“Jaebum,” you groan, eyes shut tight. “Fu-ck.”

He smirks, pausing to look at you. “Mm,” Jaebum agrees, lowering back down. “You sound so beautiful when you moan.” He returns to your clit, beginning to tease. Drawing you close to the edge, body hovering on the brink of an orgasm before his fingers and mouth abruptly stop. “I,” Jaebum groans, suddenly unsure. “Do you want to – ?”

You’re already reaching for his pants though, already undoing his buttons. “I want you inside me,” you whisper in his ear, listening to Jaebum’s relieved groan.

“Fuck,” he mutters, reaching for the nightstand. He yanks open a drawer and pulls out a condom. Kicking his pants aside, along with his underwear, shoes and socks. Watching you with greedy eyes, as you remove everything else.

Taking his condom, you bite down on your lip. Jaebum is hard, erect between his thighs and he shudders, when you slide your hands over his tip. Watching his eyelids flutter, a groan slip past, you wonder if you’ve ever seen anything hotter. Jaebum opens his eyes when you’re done, sliding his hands up your thighs and lifting you higher. He lines you up to his cock, lowering you onto him.

“God,” you gasp, when he fills you. Burying your face in his neck and wrapping your arms tight around him. His hands are firm on your ass, stretching you slowly, pushing you down those last, final inches. “Jaebum,” you whimper, clutching him tight.

He stays like that for a moment, chest flush to yours. Holding you gently, feeling himself inside you. Then his breath hitches, and he looks up. “Baby,” he murmurs, shifting slightly. “Can I move?”

You nod, inhaling when he slides you off. Hovering briefly, before thrusting back up. “Ah,” he gasps, repeating the motion. Disappearing inside you when you whimper, dropping down with equal enthusiasm on his body. Jaebum moves slowly at first, each thrust purposeful – movements which quicken, as your body tightens around him.

Jaebum’s thrusts become harder, faster while he grabs your hips. Fucking upwards, slamming you down while you gasp in approval, hands fisting in his hair. You’re barely able to contain yourself when he finds your nipple. Teasing the hardened peak with his lips while fucking into you from below. You lean forward eagerly, greedy for more.

Each stroke is punishing, your body wet and sinful in the dark. Your body tightens around him, unable to do more than gasp out his name. Jaebum grunts, fucking harder – until you come apart above him. Body shuddering while Jaebum thrusts into you one, final time. He gasps, emptying himself and clutching tighter. His breath is labored, sweat beading on his brow as he looks at you.

As you come down from your high, you stare back. Body flushed, exhausted by pleasure. “I,” you start to say, stopping when Jaebum captures your lips with his.

“Will you spend the night?” he murmurs, into your mouth.

Heart lifted, you nod. Unable to think of what to say when he grins, pulling out and rolling to his side of the bed. Jaebum walks into his bathroom, cleaning himself off. When he returns, he pauses at the door. “Even if you didn’t come here because you were crushing on a member,” he grins, arching a brow. “I invited you because of my crush on you.”

Then, barely able to contain his smile – he joins you in bed.

Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Please read @iwonchubebe ‘s installment, here and @rude–jude ‘s installment, here. Enjoy!

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