Various WayV Requests

Sicheng and his ex broke up and the WayV frat's trying to hook up with someone

"Right," you opened the bottle, confirming that it was untampered with, and took a quick drink. "Sorry if I seem out of place, I didn't actually plan on coming today," you laughed awkwardly.

No, there was definitely something about you, something that Sicheng found himself wildly attracted to. Was it just your overall attitude? Was it just the way you spoke? The way you walked?

"You didn't?"

"No, I'm supposed to be studying for my chem midterm tonight, but my friend dragged me out here since she didn't want to come alone."

"Your friend seems a bit busy," Sicheng laughs.

"Tell me about it," you rolled your eyes.

"Wait, chemistry, are you in the O-Chem series with Hyunsik?" Sicheng grabs a water bottle of his own and cracks it open.

"I am!"

There it is, it's not any of those superficial things, it's that he at least recognized you. It's that he would at least get a chance to see you outside of this fucking party unlike the other women who had been trying to make advances at him. It was definitely in the way that you looked like you held to your ideals at least somewhat.

"That's why you're familiar, I'm Sicheng," he introduces himself.

"(Y/N)," you waved slightly.

"Yeah, I should be studying for that exam too, but it's not like I could get anything done in this house with this party going on."

"Oh, you're a part of the WayV frat?"

"Unfortunately," he sighs. "Hey, if you want we can head up to my room and we can at least try to study," he points upstairs.

"Sounds good."

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"Ah, fuck," you cursed, you heard Sicheng grunt behind you.

Okay, so at least you two tried to study, but fuck you're not mad in any way for how this ended up turning out. With a chemistry textbook long forgotten on the floor and clothes scattered throughout the room it's safe to say that you would much rather be doing this than freaking out about chemistry. You ended up glancing at the door every now and then to make sure that it was actually locked. Sicheng moved his hands down to your waist, holding onto it softly, which was a huge difference in comparison to how he was fucking you.

Honestly, it all started out normally. In fact, you were helping him out more than he was helping you when it came to studying, not that that was a bad thing, it was better actually, since you were able to explain the content better thanks to the revision. And that somehow led to the two of you talking about how fucked the quarter has been, which led to the two of you talking about personal issues, for example his ex and your soon-to-be-due rent. But one thing led to another and here you are. Having sex with someone you just met. Good for you.

"Ah, wait," you held on to his arm. "Give me a second..." he laid you down on the bed and positioned himself over you.

"Good?"

"Yeah," you wrapped your arms around his neck and brought his lips to yours, resuming the make out session that originally put a halt to your studying. You moaned into the kiss as soon as you felt him enter you again, this time taking it slower, it was more sensual, even. You felt the atmosphere change, there was something about this go around that was different from the first more heated one. Sicheng moved from your lips down to your collarbone, nipping at it softly, again, contrasting the way he slammed into your core.

You hoped to god that he wasn't just using you to forget about his ex, but then again this was too good to stop regardless.

"Fuck..." you felt him grasp at his sheets, bundling them in his fists while he continued to thrust into you. You took in short and shaky breaths, clawing into his back with every push. "I'm close..."

"Good," he whispered agains the shell of your ear, sending a different kind of pleasure through your senses. "Don't hold back." He began to pick up the speed, and you were left trying to keep up. You reached up and latched onto his wrist for some sort of support, hoping to god that you weren't squeezing it tight enough to cut off circulation, but at this point the room was spinning, and like hell you were going to ask him to slow down. Sicheng fell onto one of his arms and buried his face in your neck, pressing slow kisses down to your shoulder while his thrusts became heavier. You bit into his shoulder, finally reaching your orgasm and trying your best not to scream. You were able to lower it down to somewhat of a whimper, and his own climax was soon to follow. He pulled out of you slowly.

"Wow," you finally caught your breath, and you pulled the comforter over you, the sudden realization that you had sex came to the forefront of your mind and you became drastically aware of your situation. You watched Sicheng walk into the bathroom and you were left alone in the mess of a room. You only got back up once you heard the other door close, and you started picking up your discarded clothing. You had already put your bra and panties back on when you heard him speak again.

"You can use my sweater for now," he called from the bathroom. You eyed the university sweater hung over the desk chair, and you looked down at your clothes again.

You really didn't want to put them on given what just happened. You shook your head and grabbed the sweater just in time for SIcheng to step out of the bathroom with a new shirt and pair of jeans on.

"Sorry about that," he rubbed the back of his neck and pointed behind him. "I cleaned it up a little, sorry, the other guys are just disgusting," he laughed. You laughed too, really more of to avoid an awkward feeling, and walked past him, locking the door in the process. You spotted the towel he left for you on the counter and you washed your face and hair over the sink. You grabbed the towel and dried your hair, then you finally slipped the sweater on over your head, letting it fall mid thigh.

"So, definitely not how I expected my night to go," you walked out of the bathroom with the towel still over your head. "But, I don't hate it," you flashed a quick smile. Sicheng turned to you after he tore the covers off his bed, and he felt his face heat up.

"You can keep that."

"I bet you want me too, huh?" You laugh. "I was just thinking that I looked better in it than you would."

"I agree," Sicheng watched you walk over to the sheets and you started folding them.

"Fun fact, they're easier to wash if you just fold them rather than balling them up."

"A hook up veteran, I see."

"I'd go fucking insane if I just studied 24/7," you finished up with folding and placed them on the floor. "I'm gonna go head out now, I'm pretty sure my friend's wasted out of her mind and someone needs to take her back home."

"Let me walk you," Sicheng walked up to you and opened the door, following you back down the stairs. He ignored the hollering he got from his other frat members and helped you sling your friend's arm over your shoulder.

"Thanks, I guess I'll see you in O-Chem then," you waved to him and readjusted the adorable drunk on your shoulder.

"See you," he watched you throw your friend into the back seat of your car and finally drive off.

"YO SICHENG FINALLY GOT FUCKED!" Yangyang shouted into a megaphone. "LET'S ALL DRINK IN HIS HONOR!"

"Fuck me," Sicheng dragged a hand down his face and caught the beer Hendery threw at him.