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Luka fucking hates frat parties.
He’s got no choice to attend, really, given that it's his fraternity, and he had no choice but to join the fraternity either, really, given his grandfather practically founded it.
The people are drunk, the music is loud, the bad sex they have is louder—
"Ah, yes, fuck, right fucking there, ah—!"
Well, Luka thinks, flicking his pen off his notebook as he casts his gaze up towards the ceiling. Ivan and Till don’t sound like they have bad sex per se. They just go really hard on the loud sex part, despite the fact Till still thinks nobody knows about the fact he’s a secret caller of the frat king. Luka privately wonders how the man exists in such a state of delusion.
He carefully turns the random playlist he’s got running in the background up. At least if it's going to be too noisy for him to concentrate on his term paper, it should be noise he actually likes. He’s just about to pack up his laptop and make a swift escape to the library, given the fact Ivan must be fucking Till directly against the hardwood floor above what with the banging, when there’s a knock at his door.
Luka discards his glasses and wishes he’d never come back to the frat tonight in the first place. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d spent the whole night at the library and it wouldn’t be the last either. Still, he hasn’t been feeling great lately. Perks of having lifelong side-effects in the aftermath of childhood cancer. One lung means the winter months can be particularly hard for him.
He stands, crossing to his bedroom door and cracking it just enough to peer out at the person beyond. Given the person beyond is who they are, that doesn’t last long.
Hyuna shoves her way past him with one strong shoulder, bright eyed and bushy tailed. Her long, honey brown hair is swept up in a tail at the back of her head, sweat drenched tendrils of it sticking to her neck. She looks flushed, healthy. Her dark skin glows like this, like when she’s just come off the lacrosse field after a game. She must have been dancing.
“I knew you’d be hiding up here!” she says brightly, hanging on the edge of the door with one foot jammed in the way. There’s not a chance Luka will be able to shove it closed past her. One thing he’s learned over the past few years of knowing Hyuna — there’s no point in trying to resist once she’s made her mind up about something.
“I’m not hiding,” Luka replies, moderately mortified by the sullen tone which sneaks into his words. He runs a hand through his hair, crossing his arms over his body. Hyuna has this way of sweeping those violent, aquamarine eyes of hers over his body and making him feel like she’s somehow stripped him of all his clothing. “This is my room. I’m just sitting in my room.”
Hyuna rolls her eyes, wolfish grin wide and hungry.
“Someone’s in a mopey mood,” she teases, reaching out and grasping his cheek between her thumb and forefinger. Luka is torn between the urge to pull away (he hates it when she treats him like a spoiled kindergartener who has just been told his favourite toy is already being played with by someone else) and the urge to turn his face enough that he can take those fingers into his mouth. He considers how long they would be, how wet he could make them before they reached far enough down his throat that she would make him gag.
His cheeks feel pink. He stays perfectly motionless.
“Do you need something Hyuna?” he asks her, feigning exhaustion. She really is too beautiful to look at for very long. The way she’s just taller than him, the way the muscles in her arms ripple with power as she takes her fingers away from his face and puts her hands on her hips. All of it makes him positively salivate. It makes him feel like a filthy little creep and quite honestly, that just makes him all the more excited.
“Yeah, I do, actually,” she says brightly, jerking her chin out of his bedroom door. “Aren’t you the RA for this floor? There’s something wrong in the disabled bathroom.”
Luka’s gaze flickers to Hyuna’s leg, the fibreglass prosthetic she wears like a badge of honour, exposed by the short black skirt she’s wearing. If there’s something wrong with the disabled bathroom, and that means Hyuna is having trouble, then nothing on earth could continue to tether him to this room. Still, Luka attempts to appear nonplussed.
He sighs, opening the door wider. Hyuna moves her foot, grin all the more triumphant.
“Lead the way, I guess,” he says softly, lifting his room key from the catchall by his door and following her out into the hall.
The frat looks like someone chewed it up and spit it back out again. There’s dark stains all across the carpet, music blares from every corner of the main foyer just below where his room is located and someone has shut off all the lights and replaced them with only the pulsating glow of a rainbow. Whoever wheeled in the fucking DJ decks must have come prepared with a lighting system too. Luka makes a mental note to ask Ivan who the hell he’s inviting to these parties.
“What’s wrong with the bathroom?” Luka tries to ask over the din, as Hyuna slips her hand into his. It’s nothing new — she’s an incredibly physical person, always has been since the very first day they’d met in the hospital. She’d been there to get measured for a new prosthetic, he’d been there to have his yearly routine tests. Both of them, bonding over the fact their childhood illnesses had rendered them missing a part of themselves, albeit his internal, hers external. She’d made a joke about him parking in the disabled bay. He’d smugly informed her not all disabilities were visible and that had shut her up.
Hyuna just makes a broad gesture with her free hand that looks something akin to, I’ll show you when we get there. Luka allows her to lead him through the crowded hallway, making himself smaller in her wake as she waves out to people she knows and offers brief greetings.
Hyuna glows in situations like this. She’s nothing like Luka — people have always told him how pretty he is, how interesting he is to look at. If they ever stop for five minutes to speak with him enough, they usually get this weird, twisted expression on their faces which indicates they’ve finally seen him for what he is. Bizarre. Bad with social interactions. Disinterested in small talk. It doesn’t really bother Luka if he’s honest. The people that matter — the people like beautiful, strong, funny Hyuna — are quite happy to take him as he is. Ivan had once said Luka’s brand of honesty was refreshing. Luka just thinks Ivan is better at masking than he is.
They arrive at the disabled bathroom, and Hyuna gestures for Luka to enter first. Once inside, he casts his gaze around, trying to look out for anything obvious which might be wrong. The red pull cord by the toilet is where it should be, trailing along the floor and not tied up along the arm rests. The floor itself is dry and clean. The emergency alarm system flashes red, indicating its active.
Luka frowns, turning in time to see Hyuna lock the door behind them before promptly jumping up onto the counter where the sinks rest. He raises a brow.
“I don’t see the issue?” he says. He’s beginning to suspect she had ulterior motives. Hyuna grins wickedly. Definitely ulterior motives.
“The issue,” Hyuna says coyly, palms pressed flat to the counter as she studies him. “Are all the guys out there that think they can talk shit about you.”
Luka raises a brow, unbothered.
“And why would that be an issue?” he asks. He steps in closer to Hyuna, inspecting her a little more closely. Her eyes seem alert, clear. She’s not clammy and she’s not slurring her words when she speaks. He thinks if he can lean in casually enough to smell her breath, he’ll be able to confirm for sure whether she’s been drinking. He doesn’t honestly trust her to tell him the truth if he asks.
Hyuna’s eyes flicker downwards as he comes to stand between her legs, leaning closer to her face. Her smile is still there, but it teeters a little. Luka wonders if she’s taken something other than alcohol. Probably best to ask.
“It's an issue because you’re the Vice-President and they should know better!” she says, any trace of nerves gone as she valiantly jams a finger in his chest. “C’mon Luka! I know you hate parties, and that’s fine, but you shouldn’t just let them talk bad about you like that.”
Luka can smell something sweet on her breath as he balances his palms on either side of her thighs on the counter and leans in.
“Have you been drinking?” he asks her straight out. Hyuna rolls her eyes.
“I had two shots of Fireball before coming up here,” she admits, but she stares him down with such ferocity he’s certain she’s not bullshitting him. “For liquid courage.”
“Liquid courage?” he repeats. This whole evening has utterly derailed into something he has no basis of comparison for. What on earth is Hyuna’s problem? Why has she insisted on dragging him out of his room, into a bathroom in the middle of a swarm of people, when he could be on his way to the nice, quiet library right now?
“They’re all saying you’re some frigid virgin, scared to leave your room,” Hyuna says forcefully. Luka notices for the first time she hasn’t moved her hand from when she was jabbing him with her pointer finger. She’s flattened it out now, so her palm rests on his chest. She swallows tightly. Luka nods in agreement.
“Well… I’m not exactly scared to leave my room. It’s not as if they’re going to bite me. I just like it there. And I am a virgin,” he agrees as an afterthought, somewhat reluctantly. It's a little awkward to discuss this with someone as beautiful as Hyuna. Someone like Hyuna, who has probably had whatever guys she wanted, whenever she’s wanted them. Girls for that matter. It would be just Luka’s luck if Hyuna only liked girls.
Hyuna licks her lips.
Luka can almost taste it from where he stands. It makes his skin itch with the urge to reach out and feel the way her spit would slide around her soft mouth. He can almost imagine what it would feel like for her to bite down on his fingers, can see how shiny the spit would be as it pooled at the end of her tongue and slipped either side of his digits as he pushed them inside her.
Fuck.
There’s a reason he doesn’t usually allow himself this close to Hyuna.
Luka tries to pull away, but she’s quicker. She fists her hand in the fabric of his shirt, where her palm has been resting. Her aquamarine eyes are big and wide and searching. Her fierce brows are furrowed, determined. Luka knows whatever she asks of him next, he’ll be powerless to deny her.
“Luka,” Hyuna says his name like she could be singing it, musical and lilting. “You know I could help you with that.”
Luka blinks back at her. He can see the edge of his own downy yellow head in the mirror just behind her. Where she sits, her skirt rides down low over her hips. He can see where the pink of her thong sits just above the swell of her hip, pressed into the mirror. His breath catches in his throat.
“... I don’t want charity,” Luka says cautiously, because he doesn’t. Sure, he jerks himself off religiously to the thought of Hyuna’s thighs crushing the air out of his lungs, wrapped around his face as he gorges on her centre — but that doesn’t mean he’d accept it just because she felt sorry for him. Something about it triggers an overwhelming feeling of humiliation in him. He wants to run from her. He wants to be back in his room where its safe, and he doesn’t have to be crippled by the very scent of her sweat where it gathers below her arms… where he can almost smell how sweet she already is between her legs…
“It’s not charity,” she says forcefully, snapping his attention back onto her face. He hadn’t even been completely aware he’d been looking away. She sighs, and the grip in his shirt doesn’t lessen. She slides her other hand up to his shoulder, the tips of her fingers ghosting the edge of his jaw. She lets out a long, stuttering breath. Her grin is bloodthirsty.
“C’mon Luka,” she hums, as she leans into the opposite side of his face, her cheek pressed to his as she murmurs in his ear. “I know you want me.”
Luka swallows tightly against the words. Allows himself a second for his gaze to travel down, to where her breasts press up against his chest and he can see straight down her loose white tank top. She’s wearing a lacy black bra, pushing the swell of her chest up in two delicious peaks. He wants to run his tongue between them, all over them, he wants to bite down on her nipple until she screams —
Hyuna pulls back, and her smile is wicked. She shifts a little, her thighs spreading wider as she rests her back against the mirror. Her chest rises and falls, hypnotically, drawing him in. He unconsciously matches his breaths to her own. Luka licks his lips and wants.
“It’s not fair,” she says. She still has one hand toying with the curls at the back of his head. The other comes down to her hip, tugs easily at the flimsy strip of fabric that makes up her underwear. Luka purposefully does not deviate from staring into her eyes as she lifts her ass, wiggling her good leg gracelessly out of her panties. They stay hooked around her other thigh. He can smell her on them, even from where his face rests now, inches from hers.
“Its not fair that they all talk about you like that, when I know what you want. When I see you looking. And I know you’re not scared to take it — you just want to make sure it's what I want too, right?”
She takes her free hand to grasp Luka’s own, guiding his hand to the bottom of her shirt and pushing so his fingers work in tandem to shove it up and up and up, until she’s clasping it between her teeth. Her breasts heave below his palm now, glistening with sweat and excitement. With her shirt clenched in her teeth, she grins at him.
“I want you to show me how bad you want me,” she says, a low hum. “I like the way you look at me. Like you want to unwrap me. I want to see if you’re as good as I’ve imagined.”
Luka is certain he must have fallen asleep at his desk. He watches, mesmerized at the rise and fall of Hyuna’s nearly bare breasts. He still can’t quite bring himself to let his gaze travel down further, to where her bare pussy awaits. He takes a deep breath, managing to find some sense among the heat of her words, her gaze, the very stagnant air in the bathroom between them.
“And you brought me here… so that everyone could hear us?” Luka asks curiously. Hyuna’s cheeks darken ever so slightly, a rosy hue. She shrugs, shirt still clenched between her teeth.
“I want them all to know that it's only me you want,” she says simply. Her eyes darken. “And you can have me.”
Luka grips onto the last of his sanity with trembling fingers. He licks his lips.
“You’re sure you want me to?” he asks, because he’s dreamed of this moment since the day and hour he met this girl and he wants to be certain this isn’t a dare or a prank or her idea of a joke. Hyuna’s thighs tremble as his hands come to settle on the meat of them, pushing her legs further apart. Her breath catches in her throat. She nods.
Luka grins, squeezing her flesh until he’s certain he’s going to leave a bruise.
“You might regret this,” he tells her softly, before he drops down to his knees and takes in the first sight of her pussy.
It’s just like he’d always imagined it, dark and obviously slick with want where the hair there curls at her entrance. Already, she’s wet for him, just at the thought of him touching her, wet with the knowledge that he’s taking his time to look at her. He keeps her legs pressed apart, leaning in to where her thigh meets her hip, taking a deep breath. He drops his nose down and down and down until he reaches the outer edge of her pussy, breathing in the musk there like it's the only thing left in the world that keeps him alive. Hyuna squirms, like she has any right to be embarrassed. She asked him for this.
Luka pulls back to study her again, to watch the way her cunt trembles when he ghosts the tip of his finger along the hood of her clit. He wonders if she tastes as good as she smells.
He pauses in his ministrations, lifting his head from between her legs much to her annoyance. She whines when he pulls back, but quickly succumbs to a full body shiver as he moves the tip of his tongue from her belly right the way up to the small of her throat. He pauses, watching the bow of her full lips before he leans in and kisses her.
Hyuna melts back into the mirror, her hands coming up either side of his face to hold him forcefully in place as he licks into her mouth. She’s as violent with it as he’d hoped she’d be, all tongue lashing out and teeth biting down on the edge of his lips to tear him open wider. Hyuna kisses him like she wants to devour him, like she wants to stake her claim on him for the rest of their lives so no one else ever dares approach him. Luka thinks it's adorable. As if there would ever be anyone else for him.
“Luka!”
Hyuna moans his name as he pulls back from the kiss, but it's just enough that he can start tugging on the skin of her neck with his teeth, his fingers moving to dip into her pussy just enough to feel how wet she is. He toys with her slick between his thumb and forefinger for a moment, marvelling in how badly she wants him, before he begins to rub tentatively at her clit. He’s never done this before, but he’s thought about it enough, thought about Hyuna enough and what she would like and how he would leave her trembling around him, that it almost comes naturally. He teases her clit for another few agonising minutes as he leaves a trail of kisses between her neck and shoulder. He doesn’t want to mar her beautiful skin, but he hopes later she’ll think to leave something behind on him. He wants everyone to know she’s marked him as her own, that he’ll never look elsewhere.
Hyuna grows impatient.
“Stop fucking around with your fingers,” she insists, hand coming up to grasp at the back of his head and shove him bodily down towards her thighs. Luka sinks in compliance, without a protest. He’d do anything she asked of him, whenever she asked of him. He just wants to make Hyuna happy, more than anything, he wants her to be happy.
He can feel how hard he is, pressed tightly into his jeans. As Luka slips his fingers free of her, he makes a show of licking where she’s made his skin glisten and wrinkled before unzipping his pants to undo some of the tight, frustration there. He’s pretty sure he can come just from eating her out. He wants to test that theory.
Hyuna screams when he dives in headfirst, running the flat of his tongue hungrily from the base of her pussy right through her centre, fingers slipping back until they’re deep inside her. He spits on her clit, marvels in the wet, slick sounds of her as he sucks and teases, all the while curling his fingers up deep, deeper and deeper inside her until she's curled around him in a shuddering mess. Her thighs clench around him just as he’d imagined, and he can barely breathe, the only thing entering and surrounding his senses, Hyuna.
Hyuna, Hyuna, Hyuna.
He can feel his own spit and the wet dripping from her pussy smeared across his cheeks and chin — she tastes as good as she looks, sweet like syrup and rich, thick with a heady muskiness that can only come from the friction of the deepest, darkest, most secret place on her body. All for Luka, ripe for Luka, like a peach that was just waiting for the perfect moment to be bitten into. He gasps for air as he pulls back for a moment, his other hand coming up to pull her pussy lips apart so he can see where she opens for him, see where his fingers disappear inside her. He dives back in to suck on her clit again, a moan from somewhere deep inside himself eeking out as he swirls his tongue around the tight bundle at her core.
Hyuna cries out at that, but shoves him away. Luka takes a step back, cautious that she might have changed her mind.
She’s sliding off the counter, panties still hanging around one ankle, lifting her skirt up and over her hips as she bends over. Her knees tremble as she pushes them together.
“You’re pissing me off,” she says in the mirror, her reflection dark with lust but her smile playful and easy. “Are you gonna fuck me or are you gonna come in your pants just eating me out? You’re being so good — be a good boy and make me come. I’ll let you come inside me if you do.”
Luka is possessed with only a single minded determination now. He should probably be concerned that he has no condoms. He should probably ask Hyuna if she really means he can fuck her raw, can come inside. The heat of the moment after all.
Luka doesn’t think of any of that. He grasps his erection, where he’d freed it before, and lines himself up with her slick pussy without any other questions.
She’d called him a good boy.
He hopes she noticed how he whimpered when she said it. Maybe she’ll say it again.
Luka grabs Hyuna by her thick, muscular hips and slips his cock inside her, immediately enveloped by the tight heat of her pussy all around him. He bites down on his lip so hard he’s pretty sure he draws blood. Anything to keep from coming right away.
Hyuna groans, her eyes rolling back in her head in her reflection where she stares back at him. Luka can see where one of her breasts has fallen from the cup of her bra, spilling out and onto the counter where she tries to steady herself. He fucks back into her, experimentally, testing the sharp feeling of warmth in his abdomen every time he does it, watching the way her eyes clench closed as she gasps for breath in between his thrusts.
Hyuna is trembling around him. No matter how much of a ferocious front she’s putting up, Luka knows she feels good.
So he fucks her. Hard, fast, deep. He squeezes the flesh of her hips so tightly it bulges between his fingers. He can feel her dripping down his cock, and in turn, dripping down his leg. Luka sweeps his fingers through it, makes sure Hyuna is watching him when he sucks it off his own fingers.
She grins, mercilessly, maddeningly.
“Good boy,” she gasps, watching him moan around the taste of her on his own fingers. “Good boy, you like that don’t you? Who’s a good boy? Huh? Tell me Luka!”
“Me,” Luka gasps. He can feel his balls tightening in warning, can feel his hips beginning to stutter as he fails to be able to grasp on any longer. “Fuck, me, I’ll be good for you, Hyuna, I’ll be so good, whatever you want me to be—!”
“I want you to make me come before you even think about doing it yourself,” she says through gritted teeth, barely able to contain her own whines of pleasure as he rams into her repeatedly.
Luka gathers up more of her slick where it runs between her legs, slipping his hand around her thigh and finding her swollen clit once more. He locks eyes with her in the mirror as he rubs tight, fast circles, never ceasing the movement of his hips, never stopping the way he fucks into her even as he watches her eyes roll back in her head and feels her muscles clench around him.
“Fuck, oh— fuck, yes, Luka, I’m— I’m coming—!”
Hyuna screaming the words sends him careening over the edge. He wants very much to come inside her as she’d suggested, but chivalry reigns supreme, despite his more baseless tendencies. Luka pulls out and watches as his cock spurts hot, ropes of cum across the golden brown skin of Hyuna’s ass and lower back.
There’s quiet, save for the ragged way their breath catches in their dry throats.
Luka tucks himself back in his jeans, busies himself with gathering toilet paper to clean Hyuna up. She looks drunk now, where she hadn’t before. Fucked out, eyes heavy lidded and body grasping the edge of the counter for support. He watches the way her thighs still tremble as he takes care to wipe up every drop of slick from between her legs, all of his cum from her back. He thinks of the day he’ll be able to come inside her — sweep it all back up with his fingers and force it back where it tries to escape.
When she’s clean, Luka delicately tugs her panties back up her leg, helping her readjust. She pulls her shirt down, and turns to face him. The smile she wears is sweet enough that it finally triggers some semblance of embarrassment within him. Luka leans in to kiss it away, to save her seeing the way his cheeks light up with delight when she watches him.
When he pulls back, her eyes take a moment to flutter open. She truly is the most beautiful thing Luka has ever laid eyes on.
“Luka, that was—”
“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WILL THE TWO OF YOU GET A FUCKING ROOM?”
There’s pounding on the door to accompany the bellows, which belong to none other than Till. Luka recognises how he sounds when he screams. He’s been listening to Ivan fuck him for long enough.
“Luka has a room Till. Leave them alone. Maybe they’re exhibitionists?”
Ivan’s voice now, cool and collected as ever, no doubt shuffling Till away from the door as his shrieks of outrage get further and further away down the hall.
There’s another moment of silence between them before Luka clears his throat.
“Well, it would seem your plan was a resounding success,” he says, straightening Hyuna’s shirt just a little more over her hip so her mahogany skin is safe from the view of anyone else. She grins, one untamed eyebrow rising in question.
“My plan?” she asks, arms hooked around Luka’s neck as she leans in to rub the tip of her nose against his. Luka nods, unable to contain his small smile.
“Well, with Ivan and Till on the case, I doubt anyone would question my frigidity now.”