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starrihan · 4 months ago

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Higher Than Heaven (Yeonjun Fic)

→ Pairing: Yeonjun x afab! Reader

→ Plot: a group project is the last thing you want for your midterm, but working with the student who smokes makes it 10x worse

→ Genre: smut, tiny tiny bit of angst, protection (yes!!), kissing, hickeys, piv sex, reader is judgmental + hates smoking, swearing (Imk if i missed any!!)

→ Warnings: smoking, mentions of food, joke about dead grandparents

→ Word Count: 7,746

→ Notes: hey guys! This is the first fic of my Sanctuary Series! For more information about the series I would recommend going to this post here!I just want to clarify that I do not share the same views as the reader does in this fic, it was purely for plot purposes! Hope you enjoy pt 1 of the series 😚

-> Here's a link to all my other masterlists!

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You were always a goodie two-shoes. Perfect attendance, good grades, class president, the story writes itself. You grew up playing different instruments and were always enrolled in a sport or after-school club to keep yourself busy and your portfolio reflecting nothing less than perfection. So how did you go from valedictorian and class president of your high school to a college student who is on the verge or dropping out?

The amount of work you’d allowed to accumulate over the past few weeks was enough to scare even the professors, making them question whether they actually assigned that much work. You could feel your grays coming in at the sight of all your work, exhaling as you decide to tackle the easy assignments first.

It’s the middle of the day on a Thursday. You had a couple of assignments due tomorrow night that you absolutely could not afford to push off any longer. You had already asked for extensions on most of your assignments so far and you didn’t know how many more dead grandparents you could have before your professors questioned the validity of your failed punctuality when it came to turning in your assignments on time. You had class at 3 p.m, giving you a good two and half hours to get some work done.

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You pack up your belongings as the clock strikes 2:30 p.m. You had gotten a couple of your easy assignments done, though it was very taxing to say the least. You make your way to your class, bundling up as the cold was brutal enough to warrant a cancelation, though, your university would never do that (speaking from experience because wdym its 2℉ out and i have to walk to class when theres black ice on the ground??).

You make it to your class about 15 minutes later, shivering from being cold yet sweating due to the many layers you had on. You take a seat next to your best friend, who had gotten there before you and saved your seat.

“Can we go get food after class? I’ve had back to back classes and meetings all day and I’m starving.”

She drones on. You nod as you take out your laptop, waiting for the professor to start class. You’re prepared to mindlessly take notes for the next hour and half during lecture, but are pleasantly surprised when the professor doesn’t pull up the lecture slides.

“Good afternoon class. I can all tell you guys are doing great so far.”

Her joke lands for some people, getting little chuckles and giggles from different corners of the lecture hall.

“Your midterms are a month away. I would normally give an exam for this class, but this year I have decided to switch it up. I have you all in pairs and you will be submitting a group assignment as your midterm. You will not be required to present but I will give you free reign on the design, layout and mode of presentation on the project meaning you can use any platform or software you would like to get the information across. I have sent you all emails with the name of the person you will be paired up with.”

You and friend look at each other and groan, knowing that the chance of you two being in a group is slim to none. Surely enough, you check your emails for your project partners.

“Who is Choi Yeonjun?”

You ask, looking to your friend to see if she has any answers. She scans the room, presumably to see if he’s in class to point him out to you.

“You see that kid in the middle row to the left? The one with the red hair? That’s him.

You look at the back of his head, sighing as you realize you don’t know this person and that this project is going to take a lot more time out of your busy schedule.

“At least you’re not working with Choi Beomgyu. I heard he can be a handful.”

Your friend rolls her eyes, burning holes in the back of the blonde boy's head, who happens to be sitting next to Yeonjun. You follow your eyes to see the boy, laughing at the irony of your partners sitting next to each other, just like their partners were.

The rest of the class is drag, the growling of your stomach making it seem longer than it was as hunger consumes you.

“Let’s go to the dining hall. I can’t afford to spend any more money on that overpriced cafe.”

Your friend says as you follow her out. It’s gotten pretty dark outside and there weren’t many students walking around in the cold. There were a couple of people here and there, probably walking back to their dorms after class. You two find yourself walking behind a person with their hood up, paying no mind to him until a cloud of smoke hits your face. Your audible groan at the smell of weed alerts his attention as he turns around and apologizes for smoking right in front of you. As he pulls his hood down, you recognize the tuft of bright red hair sitting on the top of his head.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you guys were behind me. I didn’t mean for the smoke to hit you.”

‘Great,’ you thought. Not only did you have to work with a random stranger, but he also smokes publically on campus. You didn’t like smoking or people who smoked. You couldn’t understand why people do it or what joy butchering your throat and lungs could bring you. Your friend knew that about you and sensing your irritation, she speaks up for you, dismissing the incident on your behalf while you both walk ahead of him.

As soon as you know that you’re far enough away from Yeonjun, you ask,

“Can we switch partners?”

Your friend snickers.

“If he smokes, I can almost assure you that his friend does too, so switching partners wouldn’t help.”

You finally enter the dining hall, taking in the heated building before putting your stuff down in search of mediocre food.

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You spend the next few days catching up on any missing work, putting the project aside since you still have a month left to do it. You decide to use Sunday as your rest day, drained from the assignments you were able to get done. You still had many assignments left to do, but you could only do so much work and you were already feeling burnt out. Doing more work wouldn’t be eventful in any way.

You prepare for your day as normal, showering and throwing on a cute, weather appropriate, outfit as you make your way to the cafe on campus. You needed something better than the dining hall coffee for a change. You went there quite often, as you were high school friends with one of the baristas there. You smile as you spot him, walking up to the counter.

“Taehyun! How’ve you been?”

The boy beams brightly at you, loving your cheerful spirit upon seeing him.

“Y/N! I haven’t seen you for a couple days! I’m good, how are you? And, do you want your usual?”

“I know, I’ve been busy and broke. But I’m doing alright, just catching up on all of my assignments. And yes please.”

“Oh, that’s good at least! Also we have a new employee that I’m training so it might take a minute to get your order. Is that okay?”

“Yeah of course! Take your time. Thank you!”

You say, paying the balance of your meal and waiting at the end of the counter to get your food. You see a tall boy with red hair come out from the kitchen. You scoff to yourself as you recognize Yeonjun. ‘Of course he works here,’ you think. It takes him a couple of minutes to make your drink, still new to all the syrups and flavors that are available. As he finishes he calls out your name.

“Y/N!”

You walk up to him, remaining polite as you thank him for your order.

“Thank you.”

“Sorry if it took a while, it’s only my third day here.”

“It’s okay, thank you for the food!”

He stares at you and you’re about to grab your stuff and walk out, but he stops you.

“Wait, Y/N? Are you taking history 2204? With Professor X?”

“Yeah?”

You feign ignorance, pretending not to know who he is.

“Ah, I see. I’m Yeonjun. I think we’re partners for this project. It was nice to meet you.”

He says as he smiles. You felt a little guilty about your prejudiced dislike towards him. He seemed nice enough, so what if he smokes? And you couldn’t lie to yourself, finding his smile and crinkled eyes cute.

“Oh yeah! It’s nice to meet you too!”

“Can I give you my number? So we can discuss what days work for us to meet up and work on the project?”

You nod as you hand him your phone. You watch as he types away his number, smiling as he hands it back to you.

“Thank you, Yeonjun. I’ll text you my schedule and we can figure out what works then.”

He wished you a good day and you smile, finding his manners charming.

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A week had passed since you met Yeonjun at the cafe. You were officially back on track as you submitted the last of your missing assignments the night before, finally being able to focus your time and energy on this project. You had yet to message Yeonjun and you didn’t know why you were nervous to text him. You didn’t want to start off the messages awkwardly so you went with a simple yet forward message to start the conversation.

“Hey! This is Y/N from history class. You gave me your number last week at the cafe.”

You release the breath you were subconsciously holding, hitting ‘send’ and waiting for a response. You didn’t want it to seem like you were glued to your phone, waiting for him to message you back so you bide your time by doing other things around your space. Cleaning up your desk, putting away your clothes, etc.

You hear your phone go off, waiting a couple minutes to check who the message is from. You groan when it’s just one of your friends asking if you wanted to hang out later. You replied ‘sure,’ and went back to doing anything you could occupy yourself.

It had been a couple of hours since you messaged him and still no response. Now pissed that he hadn’t yet gotten back to you, you decided to get ready to go out with your friends. There was a party at a bar on campus and you allowed yourself to go out as a reward for completing all your assignments. Putting on some light makeup, you chose a rather revealing outfit despite the winter weather, assuming that it was probably going to be hot in the bar.

You met your friends there and all started with some drinks. You were talking about your days, just checking up on them. You had all been so busy with midterms coming up that you barely had time to hang out. After having about two more drinks, your friends dragged you onto the floor, dancing to whatever music the band was playing.

“Y/N!!”

You hear your name being called and turned around to find the source of the noise. You spot Taehyun and instantly your mood brightens up.

“Taehyun! I didn’t know you’d be here!”

“I wasn’t planning on coming but my friend asked me to come with him. I think you’ve met him before, Yeonjun? He’s the one that made your order a week ago.”

You grimace upon hearing his name. At first, you cut him some slack because he seemed nice enough. You felt guilty about judging him because he smoked. But after not messaging you all day and then hearing that he was at this party, you went back on your word, the idea of disliking him appealing to you again.

“Oh yeah, I know him. I remember meeting him last week.”

You say, emotionless.

“I want you to meet him again. And my other friends too, they’re all cool so I think you’ll like them.”

You trusted Taehyun so maybe you had to hold off on your hatred a little longer. Though you were good at using your words, your expression and body language always failed you, never being able to hide your negative emotions.

“These are my friends, Yeonjun, Soobin, Beomgyu and Kai.”

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you guys, I’m Y/N!”

“Ah yes, we’ve heard a lot about you. Taehyun told us how you guys were best friends in high school.”

Soobin said, his tall frame and black hair are easy on the eyes.

“Yeah, me and Terry go way back! It feels like we met just a year ago but it’s already been 7 years”

You say, laughing. Yeonjun chuckles at your comment, sipping at his beer.

“It’s nice to formally meet you Y/N. And I like your outfit, it suits you.”

You stare towards him is cold but your cheeks betray you, heating up at his compliment towards your outfit.

“Thank you…”

Your night goes on, hopping between your friend group and Taehyun and his friends. One by one, they all start to leave as you’re left with one of your friends, Taehyun and Yeonjun. You introduce them all to each other and stay at the party for a little longer before deciding to leave.

“I think I’m going to head back, Y/N. I’m tired and I have classes back to back tomorrow,”

Your friend says, gathering her things.

“Alright but you can’t walk back by yourself? It’s too dark and you know how dangerous it can be.”

You look around, trying to find a solution so that your friend doesn’t go back by herself.

“Taehyun! You live on this side of campus right? Can you walk back with her?”

Taehyun looks to your friend, who’s blushing a little as you try to help her out.

“Yeah sure but, what about you? You live on the opposite side so what are you gonna do?”

“I can walk her back. I live around there anyways. It would be no trouble, really.”

Yeonjun says, smiling as his eyes disappear. You mentally curse yourself for being left with Yeonjun, even though there was nothing else you can do about it. You all nod and go your separate ways, Taehyun with your friend and you with Yeonjun.

On your walk back to your dorm, Yeonjun fishes a lighter out of his pocket, using it to light the joint that was in his other hand. Taking a drag, you immediately smell the inebriating plant and walk faster. He can sense something off between the two of you, the tension weighing down the atmosphere.

“Did I do something to upset you? It just… seems like you don’t like me or don’t want me around?”

You stop in your tracks, having been walking in front of him this entire time and turn around to face him. You exhale loudly before starting:

“First of all, I was not in the best state when the professor announced we were working in random pairs for this project. Not really your fault but then I’m walking behind you as we leave class and you’re smoking! Let alone, the smoke blows into my face and I hate smoking, let alone people who smoke. Then I met you at the cafe and you seemed really nice so I gave you the benefit of the doubt and thought that maybe I judged you too quickly and then I felt guilty. But then this morning, I text you and you left me on delivered all day and then I find you here, at this party and now you’re walking me back to my dorm. So yeah, you can say I’m not really fond of you.”

You huff, the feeling of letting all of that off your chest almost euphoric. He puts his hand with the joint down next to him, taking his phone and checking his messages, and found that you did in fact text him and he didn’t read it.

“I’m sorry for not reading your message, I was busy all day and I’m not allowed to use my phone during work. And I do apologize for smoking in front of you, even though it blowing in your face isn’t my fault. But that’s it? I didn’t actually do anything to you, so what’s the judgment for? Why do you hate people who smoke?”

You didn’t want to stand in the cold any longer, and you didn’t want to have this conversation either. Really, you were avoiding his gaze because you really did have no valid reason to hate him. He never actually did anything to you. But you couldn’t back down now, otherwise you’d be embarrassed. You just huff as you turn on your heel, walking in the direction of your door, the rest of the walk back remaining silent.

He walks you up to your building. You feel your phone ding, grabbing it from your pocket to check the notification.

“I sent you my schedule. Let’s get this project done as quickly as we can so we don’t have to see each other again.”

You hang your head low, guilt hitting you like a truck at the sight of an upset and hurt Yeonjun waiting for you to walk in. Even though you told him that you didn’t like him straight to his face, he still had the courtesy of waiting for you to enter your building so he can say he waited until you were safe to leave. You look back at him one last time, feeling worse than before as you run in and take the stairs up to your room.

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You stare at Yeonjun’s schedule that sits in your messages, debating on whether or not you should ask your professor if you could work alone. You’re seriously contemplating it but ultimately decide that you should at least fix whatever you started, as it would be unfair to Yeonjun to leave him to do the project alone, though after your encounter last night, you’re sure he would appreciate not being your partner anymore.

“Hey. I’m free this weekend if you are to work on the project.”

His reply is almost immediate, like he had been waiting for you to text him back.

“Yeah, I’m free this weekend as well. Time and place?”

“Would you be comfortable coming over to my dorm at like 12 o’clock tomorrow? I want to apologize for the things I said and the way I acted…”

You bite your lip as you send the message, waiting for the rejection message to pop up.

“Sounds cool. I’ll see you at 12 tmr.”

No rejection? You were utterly surprised at this chance of redemption though, a little taken aback at how nonchalant he sounded. You lived in a single dorm so cleaning up wasn't that bad. You made sure to have plenty of snacks and drinks stocked in your mini fridge and made a little cozy corner for him to work in, while you would sit at your desk. You even made sure to text Taehyun and to ask what Yeonjun’s favorite drink was so you could have it ready for him when he arrived.

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You woke up early in the morning, getting ready for the day as you make your way to the cafe to pick up the drinks you had ordered for both yourself and Yeonjun.

“Hey Taehyun! Do you have those drinks ready for me?”

“Hey! Yeah I do. I have your usual and an iced americano for Yeonjun!”

The boy says, big eyes gleaming as he hands you the drinks.

“Thank you! I’ll see you later!”

You didn’t tell him about the events that transpired after the party, and from the looks of it Yeonjun hadn't told him anything either. You say your goodbyes and make your way to a little pop-up event on your campus. They were selling cookies and cupcakes to support their club, so you thought it would be a nice gesture to buy you and Yeonjun both a cookie and a cupcake each.

Struggling to open your door with all the treats in your hands, you manage to get inside of your room and put all your stuff down. You check the time to see that it’s only 11:30 a.m, relieved to see that you still had some time to yourself.

You hear a knock on your door a little bit later. You had sent Yeonjun the details of your dorm room before he got there but were still startled by the knock. You compose yourself, nervously opening the door to see a blank-faced Yeonjun staring back at you, this time wearing a loose sweater that hangs off his shoulder on one side, gray sweats and black, thick framed glasses.

“Hey Yeonjun. Come in, I have some things prepared.”

He nods as he walks in, slipping off his shoes at the little welcome mat you have placed in front of the door. The dorm itself is pretty small, enough for one person but it could still comfortably afford a guest.

“First of all, I want to start with a verbal apology. I’m sorry for being prejudiced against you based on your smoking habits. And I’m sorry for lashing out on you last night when you asked a valid question. I know it wasn’t your fault that the smoke blew into my face and I guess I was just anxious about this project and texting you that I didn’t even stop to think and consider the fact that you could’ve been busy and didn’t have time to check your phone. Secondly, I asked Taehyun what your favorite drink at the cafe was so I got you an iced americano, and a cookie and cupcake from the fundraiser one of the clubs on campus is having.”

You shyly hand over the cup with his drink and the snacks that were packed into a little plastic box. He takes the snacks out of your hand and for the first time all week, you relax your shoulders as Yeonjun smiles, accepting your apology and finding it cute in the process.

“Thank you Y/N. I know you don’t know me and I don’t know what your deal with hating smoking is, but I accept and appreciate the apology nonetheless. Shall we get started?”

You nod as you instruct him to put his stuff down in the little workspace you created for him, a small throw pillow and fox blanket resting on the inflatable chair you had blown up for him to make use of. He chuckles at the cute setup, settling his stuff down and getting comfy to start working.

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Throughout your working session, you had some conversation here and there when things got boring or you ran into a particularly difficult part of the project. A couple hours into working you both decide to tap out, noticing the time and finding that you had been working for 6 hours straight.

“Oh my god, it’s been 6 hours!”

You say, surprised that you were able to focus on the same assignment for so long though, to your credit, it felt like many different assignments bundled into one.

“Damn, I didn’t even notice how late it was. That wasn’t so bad actually.”

Yeonjun says, getting up to stretch his legs, americano and snack box empty as you both refused to leave the room to eat lunch. He picked up his trash, throwing it in the garbage before returning to his corner, looking at you before asking you a question you didn’t think he’d ask:

“Would you ever try it? Smoking I mean?

You stare at him blankly. Your immediate answer was no. Smoking is bad for you, it can cause illness or death. But when you opened your mouth to answer, you didn’t expect this to come out:

“Maybe one day?”

You’re speechless yourself at your answer. You were so adamant on hating smoking and never wanting to try it. What about Yeonjun asking you made you change your answer? Was it the way he so confidently stood up to you last night? Or the way he walked you to your dorm despite learning about your true feelings for him at the time? Or the way you wanted him to find you different from the character you first gave off, the one that judged him for smoking in the first place? As if he could see the inner struggle etched onto your face he remarks,

“I thought you hated smoking? What makes you want to try it?”

Your face heats up at your own silence, but you respond anyway.

“I do hate it. And I actually don’t want to try it. I don't know why I said that. But why do you smoke in the first place?”

You ask, trying to change the subject to be towards him. Catching onto your little trick, he humors you.

“It’s a relaxing way to unwind after a stressful day. Sit back, throw on a movie and take a couple hits and you’re there. Relaxed as can be with no other care in the world. You should try it, maybe then you won’t be as tightly wound.”

You scoff at his little jab at you towards the end of his explanation. You couldn’t lie, with the way he was explaining it to you, the idea of smoking did sound very enticing. But nonetheless, you were willing to stand your ground on this topic, after all, this whole situation you were in with Yeonjun stemmed from your hatred towards smoking and you weren’t going to back down now.

“As if. And I am not tightly wound, thank you very much. Maybe you can’t tell because you’re brain fried from all the weed you smoke.”

Thinking your remark has granted you victory in this argument, Yeonjun smirks, offering you a challenge.

“Try it. Prove me wrong that you won’t feel relaxed. That it won’t make you feel like a weight has been temporarily lifted off of you.”

He reached down into his bag, pulling out a metal box and setting it on your desk. Upon clicking it open, the smell of weed immediately wafts through the room, filling your nose and causing you to cough slightly.

“Do you mind not opening that up in my room? We’re not supposed to smoke in the dorms anyways!”

You said, grabbing air freshener to dilute the smell of the weed.

“Relax, it's fine. Plus the hall directors on this floor all do it too, so they won’t care.”

You scoff as he takes a seat, carefully grinding the bud so as not to get any on your desk. He then fiddles with the contraption used to pack the weed into the paper, sealing it off after having packed it fully.

“I’ll demonstrate how to do it and then you take a hit, okay?”

You gulp nervously, teetering between the idea of kicking him out or waiting to see how this all plays out. Were you really going to get high because a cute boy challenged you? You’re quickly broken out of your thoughts as you see him flick open the lighter, the smell of burning paper replacing the smell of weed in your nose. He lets it burn for a while, opening your window in the process.

“When you take a hit, blow out of the window otherwise you’ll set off the fire alarm.”

You mock a smile as he laughs, bringing the joint up to his lips as he takes a small inhale. You watch as the fibers of the paper burn, the weed contents turning gray. You analyze the way he takes the hit and hold it in his throat for a second before slowly blowing the cloud of smoke out of the window.

“Your turn.”

He passes you the joint, as your clammy hands impatiently reach for it. You look at him one more time nervously, bringing the joint up to your mouth and inhaling. You don’t know how fast you ripped it, throat burning and violently coughing as Yeonjun scrambles in your fridge to bring you a bottle of water. You chug the water to stop your coughs, handing the joint back to him as you catch your breath.

“Nothing about that was relaxing in any way.”

“That’s because you did it too fast. Look, watch me. You slowly inhale, don’t let the feeling of it in your throat bother you otherwise you’ll start to cough.”

You hold a little grudge in your stare, cursing at the fact that you were so easily convinced to try the one thing you spited and how your resolve crumbles so easily before your very eyes. You watch him bring the joint up to his lips again, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat before taking another hit. This time you watch how he holds it in his mouth, counting the seconds before he blows it out.

“Think you got it this time?”

You take the joint from his hand, silently reassuring him that you’d be fine. You try again, this time slowly inhaling. Remember his words from just a few moments ago, you let the particles settle in your throat for a moment, slightly inhaling before releasing the breath, successfully blowing the smoke out of the window. You look up at Yeonjun with big eyes and a proud smile.

“I still don’t feel relaxed.”

“You will in about 3 more hits and 15 minutes.”

You continue to pass the joint to each other, careful not to rip it too fast or inhale too much. You can feel your eyes start to get a little droopy, a constant smile appearing on your face as you feel your body loosen. You feel slower but not heavy as you turn to Yeonjun and start giggling.

“I can tell that you’re starting to feel it now. Gonna tell me you don’t feel relaxed?”

You nod, giggling at his smile. The longer you stare at him, the cuter you think he is. Even in your high state, you couldn’t blame the weed for the attraction you felt for the red-haired man. Maybe you were starting to form a little crush. You think about the sweater he’s wearing, how his neck and collarbone are so perfectly on display, longing to be nipped at. Or the way the glasses make him look more sophisticated and smart, you did like nerdy looking boys. And the way his thick lips wrapped around the joint, eyes following his every move as he takes another drag. You couldn’t help the way you were rubbing your thighs together, the idea of his lips on yours creating a need to form within you. He looks at you, dumbfounded as he himself is now high as well.

“How are you feeling Y/N? Do you feel good? Do you feel relaxed?”

This time, you could blame the weed for what you say next:

“I feel great. I would feel even better if you kissed me.”

You laugh at your own comment, finding Yeonjun’s shocked expression priceless and thus further causing you to laugh. You allowed yourself to be bold, not knowing when again you’d have this opportunity.

“Don’t say things you don’t mean, Y/N. You’re high right now and so am I. Neither of our judgments can be trusted right now.”

He tries to play the mature, responsible role. He was the one that got you high so he felt responsible for any and all actions made by you or towards you by himself. But the slight, ever-growing tent in his pants was giving him away, revealing that he was not as grounded in his resolve as he wanted to be.

“What? You don’t believe me? Should I prove it to you?”

You take his previous words of challenge and use it against him, playing him at his own game. You walk up to him slowly, eyes red and droopy as you stare into his. You place your hand on his chest, tippy toeing to try to reach up to his lips.

“Help me out a little?”

As if all rhyme and reason was thrown out the window, Yeonjun doesn’t hesitate to lean down, capturing your lips with his own. He throws one arm around your waist, the other carefully holding the joint so as not to get any ash over your floor. Your hands remain on his chest as your lips move slowly in sync, breaths heavy from the temporarily shortened capacity of your lungs. You still feel a burn every time you inhale, but it’s worth it for the way Yeonjun has you feeling right now; completely relaxed and carefree.

He pulls away for a second, grabbing your hand with his free one and placing the joint in between your lips, guiding you to take a hit before he puts it in the metal box with his other weed essentials. His eyes watch you in awe as you close your eyes to take the hit. He pulls you onto his lap as he takes a seat on your desk chair and you happily follow, hands around the nape of his neck as you play with the hairs there. You take your time holding the smoke in and he kisses you again, running his hands along your sides, squeezing as you gasp, letting the smoke out from your mouth into his. He takes the opportunity to gently slip his tongue into your mouth, causing you to moan at the contact, grinding down a bit into his thigh. Your mouth is dry, partly due to the cotton mouth you're experiencing, and partly due to the nerves that had worked their way into your body when you decided to be bold and admit to wanting to kiss him.

He licks the inside of your mouth before pulling away a little to suck on your tongue, teeth grazing it as he pulls away to trails kisses down your jaw and neck. You’re panting out of breath at his actions, the wetness between your legs only growing as you feel his hard-on press against the side of your thigh. You giggle as he nips a particularly ticklish spot on your neck, the effects of the weed present and causing him to giggle as well.

“Can I kiss your neck?”

“Well when you ask so nicely…”

He laughs, pulling away from your neck and tilting his head to the side, granting you permission to mark him up. You lean down, lightly nipping at his milky skin, biting around the area of his collarbones and he rests his hands on your hips, rocking you back and forth on his thigh. Your little whimpers at the contact only turn him on more, hard cock throbbing against his sweats as you eye the clear outline of them. Pulling back to look at your little marks, you’re satisfied as you pull him into your lips once again, this time more hungry. His hands that were settled on your hips move to grab your ass, squeezing as he presses you down harder on his thigh. Your moans are drowned out by his lips as the makeout becomes heavier and messier, saliva escaping from the corner of your lips and dripping down your chin. He pulls away first, admiring your red and puffy lips with a dazed smile. He stands you up, grabbing the joint and taking a big hit, holding it as his hands sweetly caress your face and he gives you another kiss, letting the smoke cascade into your mouth as you try your best to inhale and not choke. He smirks watching the excess smoke slip between your mouths, putting down the remainder of the joint and feeling you up underneath your shirt.

“No bra?”

“I was in here all day. There was no need for it.”

You respond simply, taking a step back to fully take your shirt off, giggling as you watch his eyes open dramatically at the sight of your bare tits, nipples hardened as a result of the cold air. He pushes you against your desk, leaning you back over it as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, not even bothering to get you both on the bed. He swirls his tongue around the sensitive bud. You moan at the contact, harshly gripping his hair as he grazed his teeth against them. He takes the chance to slide his hands down the waistband of your pants, settling just above your pussy.

“Yeonjun…”

Your whimpers turn him on further as he begins rubbing circles on your clit through your panties and you throw your head back at the sheer amount of pleasure you’re feeling at the moment. He switches his attention from one nipple to the other, trading his fingers up and down your slit, feeling the wetness collect on the fabric separating his fingers from your heat. You don’t realize your grip has gotten impossibly tighter, accidentally pushing his head further into your chest, not that he minded.

“You’re rough, I like it.”

He pulls his head away from your chest and you whine at the loss of contact, the warmth his hold brought you being replaced by the cooling of his saliva all over your boobs. He pulls you close enough to him to help you take off your pants and underwear, sitting you back down on your desk as he admires your glistening lips, sliding down both his sweats and his boxers.

He goes over to his bag and pulls out a condom before rolling it on to his painfully hard erection.

“You just carry condoms on you at all times?”

“It came in handy, didn’t it?”

He smirks at your failed attempt at being snarky, grabbing your waist as he slides the head between your folds. Your arms rest on his shoulders, one hand playing with his hair as the other twiddles with the necklace he has on.

“You tease too much…”

Yeonjun guides you back and forth on his dick, relishing in the little yet satisfying pleasure he’s giving himself right now. One hand rests on your pelvis, thumb reaching down to circle your clit as you hiss, biting your lip to suppress the moan you desperately want to let out.

“Please Yeonjun…”

Your begging only made it harder for him to resist you, slowly bringing the head down to your sopping entrance, groaning as he pushes it past your walls.

“Fuck you’re so tight. Gotta stretch you out on my cock.”

You wince as he pushes himself in deeper, releasing a sigh of content as he fully sheathes himself inside you. He keeps his thumb on your clit, the speed of his actions constant.

“Y-you can move now…”

He moves slowly, still letting you adjust before moving at a more constant pace. You’re mindful of the moans pushing past your open lips, finding it hard to contain them as he sets a firm rhythm. You look down beside you and pick up what’s left of the joint. Yeonjun takes note of your actions, holding you steady with both of his hands as you grab the lighter to reignite the substance. You bring it to your lips once again, letting the effect of the weed wash over you, reveling in the heightened effect of the drug.

You hold the joint up to Yeonjun’s mouth, smiling lazily as he takes a hit, his hips never stopping their relentless pounding into your pussy. He attaches his lips to your neck once again allowing the smoke to escape and you to stabilize yourself while his thumb goes back to circling your clit, this time much faster than before. He also speeds up thrusts, the volume of your moans increasing as his harsh thrusts knock the desk back into the wall over and over again. You’re afraid of the amount of noise you’re making, worried about whether or not your neighbors can hear the scandalous sounds coming from your room, but all worry flies out the window when Yeonjun leans you back, bringing your hips up to a whole new angle for him.

“Yeonjun!!”

You scream as his tip hits your spot so deliciously, legs wrapping around him, pulling him that much closer. He chuckles as your face scrunches up, indicative of your close release. He can’t help but to move faster, pistoning his hips at an incredible speed, one that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head as a gush of liquid comes rushing out of you.

“Yeah that’s it, squirt all over my cock for me. Let it all out…”

You’re so high that you barely even register the fact that you just squirted all over him, creating a mess on your floor. Your feelings only seem to intensify as the overstimulation kicks in, sensitive walls clenching down on him as your second orgasm approaches you quickly, his fingers still working your clit.

“I’m… I’m gonna cum again… Y-yeonjun please…”

Your whines come out broken and sporadic, not sure how much more you can take.

“Hold on for me a little longer baby, I’m almost there.”

You nod as you pull his head back down to you, kissing him one last time as he nails his final thrust, hips stilling in you as he feels himself fill the condom. Your pants and sighs fill the now smokey room.

“I didn’t know you could squirt like that baby girl. You’re so fucking hot”

He carefully pulls out of you, making sure not to let any cum seep out of the condom. You wince as he pulls out, legs feeling like jelly as you release him from your hold. After discarding the condom, he quickly reaches for the napkins you have sitting on top of the fridge, cleaning you up before kneeling on the cold floor to wipe up any remnants of your release.

“You look good when you’re on your knees,”

You say playfully, biting your lip as you watch him clean your floor.

“I was right.”

Your head feels empty and you’re slightly tingly. The high you were having definitely intensified the feeling you were having during sex but it did nothing to help jog your memory.

“What are you talking about”

“Have you already forgotten”

You shrug as you jump off the desk, using his shoulder to help ground yourself as your legs recover from their jelly-like state and proceed to put your clothes back on.

“I told you that smoking would help you feel more relaxed. I guess in your case it also helped you be more bold.”

Your usual eye roll was replaced by a giggle.

“Did I really say that? I guess I had no idea what I was talking about?”

He laughs with you as he finishes cleaning the floor, pulling his pants back on before putting his weed materials away, shirtless.

You keep staring at him, realizing that you were too high and too needy to notice his toned abs before.

“I can send you a picture of them if you want? You don’t have to keep staring at me like that.”

He pulls his sweater over his head to which you pout, upset that your view was now covered.

“Relax, you’ll see them again the next time we do this.”

“Next time?”

You couldn’t say that you hated the feeling of being high, but maybe you weren’t in the right mind to be making decisions like that.

“Yeah? Next time we work on the project we can get high and do this again. It was fun.”

He puts his stuff away in his bag, leaving it on your inflatable chair. He wasn’t just gonna leave you after fucking you whilst you were still high.

“We got a pretty good portion of the project done today. We don’t even have to meet up to finish out individual parts.”

You say, reminding him about your 6 hour grind to finish as much of the project as you could.

“What are you trying to say?”

He says while fixing his glasses and hair in your mirror.

“I’m saying the next time we meet we don’t have to do work.”

He makes eye contact with you through the mirror, his smirk hard to hide at your insinuation.

“You dirty girl. So bold when you’re high, only want me over to have sex.”

“Well… to have sex and get high! I do enjoy your presence but I’ve never felt so good before. That was like heaven.”

Even though he didn’t know you that well, he could tell the effects of the weed were still strong on you, watching you yap away, knowing you probably won’t remember this conversation in the morning. He just laughs at your comment as you put your stuff away.

You watch as he goes back to his seat, moving his bag back to the floor. You walk up to him, sitting down on his lap. You tangle your fingers in his hair, staring at his lips again, which are also swollen. His eyes follow your gaze and he throws his head back in laughter, scaring you a little as you flinch at unexpected sound.

“You’re still horny?”

“What makes you say that?”

You play dumb as if you weren’t just drooling over his lips.

“But we just put our clothes back on!”

He whines, fixing your position so that you’re properly straddling him.

“Yeah but, you aren’t gonna reject me right? Not when I’m high and needy because of you?”

You feign your best soft voice and puppy eyes, trying your best to hold back from laughing in his face at your own antics. Yeonjun takes your face in his hand, giving you a sweet smile.

“No of course not, that would make me a monster.”

He says, pulling you back in for another kiss as you settle in. Maybe smoking a little bit of weed wasn’t so bad after all.

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Soulmate(s) | Part 4

Genre: smut, angst, fluff

Word Count: 9.4k

Summary: In a world where you get the name of your soulmate tattooed on your skin the night you turn 21, there should be no reason to even think about fucking around with anyone else. Why would you when you know that the perfect person who is made just for you is somewhere out there waiting for you to find them?

So how the hell did you end up messing around with your two best friends and what are you going to do if neither of them ends up being your soulmate or worse, what if one of them is your soulmate?

Warnings: fem!reader, soulmates au, this is not a light fic, there will be backstabbing and manipulation, dom!gyu, (not so) dry humping, pussyjob, anal, sexual coercion, cumming all over oc again, the guys are kinda assholes, very sweet moments but also super questionable moments

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The night air was slightly cool—not the kind that had you freezing but the kind that gave you an excuse to tug the blanket tighter around your shoulders and lean into Soobin’s side for warmth. The two of you sat on the hood of his car, parked at your favorite hilltop spot, the city lights below glittering like a sea of stars. It was quiet, save for the soft rustle of trees and the distant hum of the city far beneath you. Up here, it felt like you existed outside of time and place.

Soobin shifts slightly beside you, adjusting the blanket, before glancing around the empty hilltop with suspicion. “You know,” He says, lowering his voice a little, “This is exactly how couples get murdered in documentaries.”

You snap your head towards him, eyes wide. “What?”

He nods solemnly. “Think about it. Secluded hilltop. Car parked in the dark. A young couple cozy under a blanket. Classic serial killer setup.”

You clutch the blanket tighter around you, ignoring how your heart flutters at him calling you a couple. God, how down bad are you? “Soobin! Why would you say that right now?”

He grins, happy he got the response he wanted from you. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll save you.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Really? You would fight off a serial killer?

“First of all, ouch.” He frowns, giving you a playful shove, then declares, “Who said anything about fighting? I’ll sacrifice myself. I’ll scream dramatically and fall off the hood so the serial killer can attack me while you run.”

“Oh my God,” You burst out laughing at how even in his fantasy, the only way he can save you is by making himself the bait. “You’re such a loser.”

“Wrong,” He says, wagging a finger at you. “I’m a hero. That’s different.”

You giggle, leaning back into his side. “So you’ve just accepted you’d be the emotional damage backstory for the final girl?”

“Why not? It's kinda feminist if you think about it.” He props his chin with his fingers thoughtfully, nodding to himself.

You roll your eyes at him, but then an idea pops into your head and you give him an evil smirk. “How do you know I’m not the serial killer? Maybe I planned this whole date out to get you here so I can kill you and throw your body off the cliff.”

“Ohhh, I love a plot twist.” He grins, clapping his hands together, but then his expression quickly turns into a hesitant frown. “You’re not really though, right?”

You shrug, “Guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”

He leans away, mock-horrified. “I knew the blanket sharing was a trap.”

“Too late.” You pounce on him, digging your fingers into his sides and tickling him mercilessly, his loud burst of tortured laughter splitting open the quiet night but you don’t care, there was no one here to judge you and no one to stop you from lingering in this precious bubble a little longer—the bubble where you and Soobin are a normal couple on a normal date and not two parts of a forbidden threeway that is bound to leave at least one of you completely shattered.

“No—stop!” He wheezes, squirming under your grip, his hands scrambling to catch yours. “You're supposed to be on my side.”

“I am on your side.” You laugh at your own pun, grinning so hard your cheeks ache.

He finally manages to grab your wrists, pinning them to your sides as he catches his breath. “Oh my god,” He groans, “That was so lame. Who’s the loser now?”

“Still you.” You shrug, a lazy grin plastered on your face. “Always.”

He huffs and kisses you all over your face. “Well, you’re letting this loser kiss you, what does that make you?”

“Charitable.” You tell him, not missing a beat, and he groans again, kissing you on the lips to shut you up. You let him, feeling your smiles mold together as you kiss.

Eventually, he pulls back and stretches out beside you, his legs kicking out lazily, the soles of his shoes scuffing the roof of the car but he doesn’t care. It was a beat up old thing anyway, barely still functioning.

Quiet settles over you for a few moments, calm blissful silence, before Soobin speaks again. “Do you ever think about leaving the city?”

You blink, caught off guard. “Like… for good?”

He nods slowly, his gaze fixed on the skyline. “Yeah. Just… disappearing somewhere quieter.”

“I don’t know,” You say with a light-hearted laugh, not taking him seriously. “How am I supposed to survive without my city life perks? The endless coffee shops. The spontaneous 2AM takeout. The Wi-Fi that doesn’t die if you sneeze too hard.”

Soobin snorts. “God forbid you go a day without your overpriced oat milk lattes.”

“Exactly,” You chuckle, still running with the joke you think you're sharing. “What am I supposed to do in a village? Milk the actual oat?”

Soobin hums, not laughing at your lame joke. Instead, he keeps his gaze fixed ahead, seriousness overtaking his usually unassuming features.

You clear your throat, finally registering the shift in the mood, and tilt your head back to look at the stars, confessing, “I think about it sometimes. Going somewhere with less noise. Less pressure.”

“Like a tiny town with a coffee shop run by someone’s grandma,” He says, a smile tugging at his lips, happy you’re indulging his strange little fantasy. “She’d make the best apple pie you’ve ever tasted, but goddamn would her coffee go down like battery acid.”

You snort out a laugh, glad he's joking again but a little hesitant to let your guard down just yet. “We’d still spend our days gulping down that awful coffee—because, a) we’d have no choice since hers is the only coffee shop in the entire town, and b) because she'd be the best person to get the town's latest spicy gossip from. Like how Mr. Kim’s been pretending to go to work for six months after getting laid off just to keep his unemployment a secret from his girlfriend, or how the high school principal has been catfishing his own wife to try to catch her cheating.”

“And she definitely keeps a notebook,” Soobin adds, laughing loudly as he imagines it. “Not even a subtle one. It would be hot pink and labeled ‘Stuff God Needs to Know.’”

But his laughter stops too abruptly, plunging you both back into silence. But this time it doesn't feel easy. it doesn’t feel comfortable as his smile fades and his eyes stare into the distance. “No one would know us there. They wouldn’t know if we were soulmates or not.”

The comment hangs in the air for a beat too long, and you keep your gaze upward, scared of what you might see in his. “Would you really want that?”

“I don’t know. No marks? No system telling you who you're supposed to love? Doesn’t that sound kind of freeing?” He asks and you hesitate, “Maybe.”

Your heart is thudding in your chest. You don’t know where he’s going with this. Of course, you had thought about it before, a world with no soulmate marks, a world where you were left to choose your own life partner—everyone has, whether they would admit it or not but you haven’t settled on whether that would be better or worse.

Yes, you have your reservations about the soulmate system. You aren’t exactly thrilled about the lack of free will on who you will love and are supposed to end up with, and everyone knows a pairing or two in their lives that have been a head scratcher, but in all actuality, can you really be trusted to make the right choice about the most important decision in your life when your dumb choices have led you to where you are right now—stuck in a perilous relationship between your two best friends?

As if Soobin can hear your internal dilemma, and as if he’s made it his mission to make it even worse, he continues, “Do you think the soulmate thing makes love more real… or less?”

“You’re scaring me a little bit. Where is this coming from?” You chuckle nervously, avoiding answering the question because you're afraid of where that train of thought might lead you.

You really were not prepared to have this conversation—least of all with Soobin. You never even thought he had all these doubts about the system, but you suppose you’ve been so in your head about the whole thing that you’ve been missing the boys spiraling out too.

“I’m just thinking.” He shrugs casually as if he's not debating the pillars of your existence.

“About what?”

“About how soulmates make people lazy.”

“Lazy?” You repeat, not understanding.

“Yeah,” He nods, a frown set on his face, “Like, they stop trying. They think the name on their wrist is the end all be all. Like love will just work out because fate says so.”

You nod slowly. “I guess.”

Just like your fake gossip implied, relationships still fail despite the soulmate system because people are people, and people are greedy and selfish and evil. They would hurt the one person who was made for them just to satisfy their own selfish desires.

Soobin is quiet for a moment, then he turns to you, “What if the name you find on your skin isn’t the name of the person who you truly… love?”

You hadn’t thought about it that way. All you were worried about is how you’d feel if the boys are soulmates and you were cast out or how you might basically be forced to fall in love with a stranger you knew nothing about. You did not think about the possibility of getting the “wrong” name on you.

You don’t know what to say to that. The idea scares you more than the fictional serial killer waiting to pounce on you. Damn Soobin for fucking with your brain even more than it’s already fucked. “I don’t know…”

“Sometimes I think it'd be easier to just choose.” He tells you, being brave for the both of you.

You stare at him, brows raised. “You think so?”

He nods, but you can’t understand the thought process that led him to that conclusion. You can’t imagine being able to choose between him and Beomgyu, and you wonder if he's already made his decision.

As if Soobin can hear you, he asks, “Who would you choose?”

You hold your breath, brain short–circuiting. How could you possibly choose between the two? Being with Soobin feels like breathing easier, like life just makes sense. But with Beomgyu love feels wild and frantic, like you’re living in full color for the first time.

How could you ever pick between the one who steadies your heart and the one who sets it racing? How do you even begin to choose between the one who makes you feel safe and the one who makes you feel alive?

Safety or chaos. Burning steady or blazing bright.

“That’s a dangerous question.” You finally say and Soobin smiles faintly, not quite reaching his eyes. “Yeah. I guess it is.”

He turns away again, clearing his throat and changing the topic. “This is nice,” Soobin murmurs, his arm shifting so it wraps more securely around you. “We don’t get many nights like this anymore.”

You’re still tense from your conversation, and you keep your eyes forward, watching how the city pulses chaotically in the distance, and you wonder if there are others out there who are having these same conversations with their loved one or if you are just an anomaly–if you've messed around too much and fucked your own future. “I know. It feels like we’re the only people in the world.”

He glances down at you, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “If we were, I think you’d get sick of me in, like, three days.”

You snort, relaxing a bit as you shift back into light banter. “Three’s generous.”

Soobin laughs. “Okay, fine. One and a half.”

You turn your head, resting your cheek against his shoulder. “Nah. I think I could tolerate you for maybe a whole week.”

“That’s true love right there.” He says, again giving you pause.

You stare at him, waiting for an explanation, and he turns fully to you, spelling it out.

“I love you,” He confesses, quiet but deadly. Though he has said those words before, this was far from the usual casual declaration. It was heavy, raw—it felt like it had been sitting on his chest for too long. "I love you both."

Your world feels like it stopped for a moment. You look at him, really look at him, and realize just how much he was carrying, just how much was tangled between the three of you. The love he spoke of wasn’t clean or simple—it wasn’t the kind of love that felt easy. It was the kind that wrapped around your heart and made it hard to breathe. The kind that hurt, and you are all suffering from it.

He looks as if he is waiting for you to reply but all you can do is try to swallow down the lump in your throat. The city, the lights, even the night sky seem so muted now, their beauty fleeing from the intense moment. “Soobin…” You start, but the words don't come. What could you say? I love you too? I am sorry that I let this stupid relationship happen?

His eyes meet yours, and you can see the sorrow behind them. "I don't want things to be this way," He says, his voice a little broken. "But... I love you both. And I don’t know how to make this any better."

A silence settles between you, thick and suffocating. The three of you have messed with something dangerous, something that has the power to tear you apart.

“I love you too.” You finally admit, but the words don't fill you with the warm fuzzy feeling it's supposed to. Instead it fills you with apprehension, because loving the two of them can only end in heartbreak.

He looks at you but you can't face him anymore so you just turn and stare out at the city in front of you, no longer finding the view beautiful.

“I think we should head back.” He finally says, and you nod.

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The night was well on its way, but Beomgyu’s energy was only just beginning to peak as he pulls you into the norebang, his cheeks flushed with the warmth of alcohol and the carefree joy only a few drinks could bring. His grin is wide, and the dim lights make his eyes sparkle in a way that is both intoxicating and endearing.

"Let’s sing!" Beomgyu slurs, his arm thrown around your shoulder as he leads you toward the karaoke booth, already pulling up a song.

You watch him grab the microphone eagerly, practically bounding with energy as if he's preparing to perform in front of a sold-out stadium.

The song's iconic playful intro starts, followed by

Apateu, apateuApateu, apateuApateu, apateuUh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Beomgyu launches into the first verse, way too excited already. “Kissy face, kissy face, sent to your phone, but I’m trynna kiss your lips for real. Uh-huh, uh-huh!”

He points at you, and even that small movement causes him to stagger a bit. You can’t help but laugh—he was such a fucking mess, but damn was he adorable, pouring his heart into every word as if it was a heartfelt ballad instead of a stupid pop song.

Red hearts, red hearts

That's what I'm on, yeah

Come give me somethin' I can feel, oh-oh, oh

"Don’t you want me like I want you, baby... Don’t you need me like I need you now!” Beomgyu screeches, clearly not hitting any of the right notes. Not that either of you care.

You can’t keep from giggling at his antics, knowing he's hamming it up for you and that makes your stupid heart flutter more than it probably would have if he had taken you out on a romantic dinner date. Because you know he is doing this just to make you smile. You can see it from the way he keeps sneaking glances at you every time he does something silly, eyes gleaming when he sees your smile, his happiness lighting up the dingy room.

Halfway through the chorus, Beomgyu pulls you towards him, thrusting the microphone in your face and shouting over the music. “All you gotta do is just meet me at the—”

You roll your eyes, but you’re already reaching for it, because you know there’s no saying no to Beomgyu when he’s like this—not that you would ever want to.

Apateu, apateuApateu, apateuApateu, apateuUh, uh-huh, uh-huh

You shout out, your voice softer, less drunk, a stark contrast to his screeching. Still, he beams, happy you’re joining in on his theatrics. He leans into you, slinging an arm loosely around your shoulders, singing wildly off-key while you try to stay somewhat on beat.

The two of you make a ridiculous duo—him screaming his parts passionately while you giggle through yours. But somehow, it works—maybe not for the other patrons who could probably still hear you through the walls, but for you. Your mismatched energy, the chaotic harmony—it’s ridiculous and fun and so very Beomgyu.

By the end of the song, you’re just as loud and off-key as him, and he’s looking at you like you’re giving him the world rather than trauma induced deafness.

Despite his drunkenness, his arm is steady around you, tugging you into him until he can rest his forehead against yours. He stares at you, his eyes soft, his expression fond. “I love you,” He says, the words spilling out so easily, like they were the most natural thing in the world to him.

You blink, heart stuttering in your chest at the sudden sobriety and earnestness in his voice. But before you could speak, Beomgyu suddenly throws his arms into the air and shouts his way through the ending, “Apateu, apateu. Apateu, apateu. Apateu, apateu. Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh!” He leaps up, nearly losing his balance in the process, and you burst into laughter, the sound bubbling out of you uncontrollably.

“You’re ridiculous,” You regard him fondly as the song finally ends.

But the night doesn’t stop after that. If anything, Beomgyu’s chaotic declaration of love is just the start. He keeps singing, hopping from one song to another and forcing you to join him. Not that it took much convincing, you love seeing Beomgyu so happy and in his element, laughing so hard at his improvised dance moves that your cheeks become sore and your sides hurt.

At some point, he challenges you to a dance-off, loses spectacularly, then claims it was because his “shoes were too slippery.” You caught it all on your phone in blurry, joy-filled memories that you already knew you’d rewatch on sadder days to bring yourself comfort and joy.

But eventually, the night starts winding down. His voice grows hoarse from shouting, his eyelids heavy from sleep, and his words slow from fatigue. He yawns, flopping down with a tired sigh.

“Okay,” You say, crouching in front of him, smiling at the way he is trying to stay awake. “Time to go.”

Beomgyu pouts but doesn’t protest. You help him to his feet, slinging his arm over your shoulder as he leans more of his weight on you than is necessary—though you suspect that has less to do with exhaustion and more to do with his clinginess.

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“You smell nice,” He mumbles into your shoulder as you unlock your front door.

“You smell like cheap beer and regret.” You reply, laughing.

“You still love me,” He says, half-asleep, and your heart skips a beat. You’ve heard it from him many times by now, yet it always manages to get to your stupid heart.

Still, you hesitate to say it back because every time you do, it hurts you more and more. Beomgyu, however, is nothing if not insistent, and he pushes you against the door, his forehead resting against yours as his drunken eyes stare at you pleadingly, looking more sober than he has the entire night. “Will you say it back?”

“Beomgyu…”

“Come on, please.”

You sigh, giving into him as you always do. “I love you too.”

He smiles lazily and lets you go. You guide him inside, steadying him as he kicks off his shoes.

“Come on,” You murmur, brushing his hair back from his face. “Let’s get you to bed, baby.”

He doesn’t protest, just humming in agreement, letting you lead him to your room. You help him change then get him into bed, and as soon as you slide in beside him, he wraps himself around you— one arm draped over your waist and his face buried in the crook of your neck.

His breathing slows almost immediately, his grip loosening just slightly, enough for you to shift and look at him but not enough to be able to pull away without waking him up. You watch the way his long lashes tickle his cheeks, lips parted slightly, face soft and unguarded in sleep.

You stay like that, not moving, watching him in the dim light filtering through the curtains. The chaos of earlier seeming far away now—replaced by a quiet intimacy that only gets broken by Soobin's return.

“Is he out for the night?” Soobin asks, stepping into the room.

“Yeah, completely gone,” You reply with a soft laugh, glancing down at Beomgyu, who was still curled against your side. “I think I’m stuck here until morning with this human weighted blanket.”

Soobin laughs, running a hand through his hair as he leans against the wall. “That’s what you get for indulging him. You know he doesn’t know how to stop once he starts.”

You roll your eyes affectionately. “Trust me, I figured that out about one minute into his APT performance.”

His eyebrows quirk up at that. “He made you sing it with him, didn’t he?”

“Oh, he demanded it,” You say, shaking your head. “He was completely off-key, screaming the norebang down and acting like we were headlining a sold-out show. He even tried to harmonize. With himself.”

Soobin burst out laughing, clearly picturing the whole scene in his mind. “God, I love him, but he has absolutely no shame.”

“That’s putting it mildly,” You say, smiling down at Beomgyu’s peaceful face, now far removed from the chaos he’d unleashed earlier. “It was a hot mess. But it was fun.”

Soobin is quiet after that and when you look back at him, you see that his smile is a little tight, a little strained, and you imagine you see in it the same worry and yearning you hold when you look at them together—the happiness to see them happy but the jealousness that it's not because of you.

“What about you? How’s your day been?” You clear your throat as you watch Soobin make his way further into the room.

Soobin groans at that, borrowing a page out of Beomgyu's book of theatrics as he starts changing into his pajamas . “Don’t even get me started. I have that stupid economics test in a few days, and I don’t even know where to begin studying. Professor Lee is an actual spawn of the devil. Like a walking demon in a cardigan.”

You laugh as he rubs his face in frustration, your own hand massaging through Beomgyu’s soft hair, the motion bringing you more comfort than it brings the sleeping man. “That bad, huh?”

“Yes, that bad. Her tests are impossible and when you ask her for help, she just gives you that condescending smile—you know the one—and goes, ‘It’s all in the syllabus,’ like that means anything. Yeah, I know it’s in the damn syllabus but I am surprised that you do because you haven’t bothered to maybe do your fucking job and teach the damn thing.”

“Wow, you’re pissed pissed.” You giggle, leaning your head back as Beomgyu nuzzles closer into your neck, tightening his grip around your waist, your conversation with Soobin probably disturbing his sleep. “But hey, it’s almost the weekend. You’ll survive.”

“I’m not so sure,” He mutters bitterly. “If I mysteriously vanish, you’ll probably find my dead body in the library under a pile of unfinished papers.”

You smirk. “Noted. I’ll make sure to send her your tape after your death.”

Soobin chuckles, and regards the bed, raising an eyebrow. “Room for one more?”

You pretend to consider. “Only if you promise not to bring professor Lee into bed with us. I'm not into the professor/student trope.”

“Wow, selfish much. You’re not being a very supportive girlfriend.” He says the term so casually as if he’d been calling you that for years. He does not notice the way you tense up, just holding his hands up in mock surrender, “Deal.”

Soobin pads over, climbing in carefully so as not to disturb Beomgyu and settles on your other side. Yet the sleeping man still senses it, wrapping himself tighter around you.

“God, this is nice,” He murmurs, relaxing back against the pillows. “Me. You. The space heater.” He jokes, nodding toward Beomgyu, and you laugh nervously.

You all fall into a silence after that and Soobin too eventually goes to sleep, leaving only you awake with both boys at your side—Beomgyu’s arms wrapped securely around your waist while Soobin rested his head against your chest. The three of you lay there—messy and tangled, but together. At least for now.

But deep down, you know this can’t last. The cracks are already starting to form—small, hairline fractures hiding beneath the surface, and soon enough, at least one of you is bound to break.

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You were supposed to be relaxing. Just a dumb night in with an even dumber drama playing in the background, the three of you curled up together like always.

Somehow, it had spiraled into an argument.

“I’m obviously the male lead,” Beomgyu argues, tossing popcorn into his already full mouth. “No one can deny it. I’ve got the charm, the looks, the wit—come on.”

“You got wit? I'm surprised you even know what the word means.” Soobin snorts, kicking lightly at Beomgyu’s foot. “You’re totally the second lead. The loud one who gets friend-zoned in episode three while the girl falls hopelessly in love with me.”

Beomgyu gasps, holding his hand to his heart like he’s been fatally wounded. “Baby,” He cries dramatically, turning to you, “Back me up! Which one of us would be the male lead?”

You freeze. It sounds harmless enough, right? A stupid, meaningless question from two boys with massive egos. But something about the way they look at you—waiting, expectant—makes your throat tighten like it knows you shouldn’t answer that question. It hides something deeper, like your answer would mean more than just who hypothetically would get the final kiss in a drama.

You shift awkwardly, heart picking up speed. “Uh… Soobin?”

There is a beat of silence, then Beomgyu leans back against the couch, arms crossed, a pout forming on his face while victory flashes across Soobin’s own face. He tilts his chin up a little, clearly proud that he’s been picked. It pisses Beomgyu off, who scoffs and tosses a pillow at him, hitting him square in the face.

But then—because you hate the way Beomgyu’s smile has fallen, because you hate seeing either of them hurt—you rush to fix it, stumbling over yourself, “He just looks more like the typical male lead. Come on, you know I always root for the second lead anyway.”

You try to say it lightly, jokingly–a way to ease the tension. But clearly that was the wrong thing to say because Beomgyu’s expression doesn’t soften, and Soobin, who had just been basking in his little victory, frowns, his smile sliding right off his face.

Great. Now they were both mad at you.

Beomgyu barks out a humorless laugh. “Right. Because second place is so great.”

You flinch. “I’m just saying that I like—”

“The second lead. We get it.” Soobin repeats, voice low.

The mood in the room completely shifts, all playfulness gone. It was so unfair. They put you between a rock and a hard place. No matter what you answered, you would have been screwed either way.

“No, that’s not—” You try, panicking now. “I just meant—”

But it was too late. They weren’t listening anymore.

“Whatever. It’s a BL drama anyway. Not like you were the lead to begin with.” Beomgyu says, his voice light, mock-casual. You blink at him, stunned, but Beomgyu just smiles at you like he hadn’t just gutted you clean.

Soobin shifts uncomfortably beside you, but doesn't say anything. His own hurt preventing him from soothing yours.

You swallow hard, looking down at your hands.

The TV keeps playing in the background, the characters’ voices filling the room, but none of you are paying attention anymore. Because this wasn’t just about the stupid drama. It was about you. About who you’d picked—and who you hadn’t.

The drama didn't matter anymore. You've all already seen how this story was going to end.

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You were still waiting—still holding onto the possibility that maybe, maybe one of them could be yours. But even though the boys kept pushing, you’ve not gone all the way yet because that would cross the final invisible line you were never meant to cross. Sex meant something even if it seemed like it didn’t to them. You believed that if you were going to have sex with anyone, it should be with the person whose name would be etched on your skin.

So when you walked in on them and saw them tangled up together like that–Soobin’s body covering Beomgyu who was on his hands and knees, both of them completely nude, allowing you to clearly see the older boy’s cock thrusting in and out of Beomgyu’s hole… it killed you. Because how could they do that with each other, if they thought you might be the one?

And maybe it wasn’t meant to hurt you. Maybe it wasn’t even meant to mean anything. But in this world, it means everything. It means soulmate. And they have seemingly given themselves to each other already.

“What…” You say, your throat closing up around the rest of your words.

The boys quickly separate. They cover up as if it would conceal their betrayal from your eyes.

“Is this what you do without me?” You ask, voice cold.

Beomgyu's eyes widen, and he shakes his head vehemently. “No. This is the first time. I swear.”

“Well, don't let me interrupt then.” You turn on your heel to leave, feeling like you might cry if you stayed any longer but the boys quickly speak up to try to keep you there.

“No wait!” Soobin shouts out, followed by Beomgyu's “Baby, come on, it's not that that big of a deal.”

You turn on him, furious glare pinning him down. “Not that big of a deal? You’re fucking!”

In a rare display of self preservation, Beomgyu shrinks back, shutting up, but to your surprise, it is Soobin who chooses to speak out, blurting, “Because we actually want each other.”

“What?” You hiss, turning your narrowed eyes towards him, daring him to say out loud what you think he's implying.

But Soobin doesn't back down. It's as if he and Beomgyu switched bodies because he stands unshaken under your fury and unkindly tells you, “He has shown me that he wants me. He is not holding back on me.”

You scoff, trying to hide how his words absolutely kill you. You could maybe expect this from Beomgyu, he was always pushing and pushing, always wanting more than he had any right to, but Soobin? If Soobin too would do this, then why are you even here? They clearly don’t care about how any of this would make you feel. Maybe this is their way to get you to step back so they don't have to outright tell you that they've chosen each other and break it off with you.

“Well, have at it.” You fight back the tears, trying to appear unaffected, and once again move to leave, your mind already wondering how it's going to put your heart back together.

But then Beomgyu speaks up again. “Come on, baby, you don't have to be like that. You can fuck us too.” He tells you like that solves everything, reaching out to try to pull you towards them.

“I don't want to fuck you!” You shout, shoving his hand away and making him flinch. He looks at you, hurt, as if he doesn’t understand why you would reject them. It drives you crazy. “This is the one thing that we were supposed to leave for our soulmate. If you're both fucking each other then I guess you've made up your mind on who that person is.”

“Don't be ridiculous. It doesn’t mean anything.” Beomgyu tries to brush it off, but it just makes you even angrier. “It means plenty!”

“And your rejection means plenty too. The only reason we have fucked each other and not you is because you won't let us. We've given ourselves to each other fully but you're still holding back on us.” Soobin repeats, making sure his point gets through to you.

You gape at him, dumbfounded. “So the only way for me to prove my love to you is to let you fuck me?”

“That's not what I meant.” He frowns as if you were putting words into his mouth when this is exactly what his words imply. “All I’m saying is…you're stingy with your love.”

“Stingy?” You shout, feeling yourself losing your mind. This is what this kind of relationship does to a person. This is why you should have saved your heart and body for your soulmate. “I have pushed myself over and over again beyond what I am comfortable with in order to make you both happy. Every day I risk completely shattering my heart for you, and you call that stingy?”

“We’ve both done the same and more. Why are you acting like we have nothing to lose?” He retorts sharply, not having any sympathy for you. “We've let go. Why can't you?”

“It’s not easy for me,” Your words stumble over each other. You feel so lost. You started this relationship because you felt lost about your future in this soulmate system and now that you’re in this relationship, you feel more lost than ever. You were too rebellious to wait for the soulmate system and too cowardly to give yourself to the lovers you have chosen.

Soobin doesn't give you any grace for how much you're suffering. If anything, his gaze hardens, and he leans in closer, daring you to contradict him. “Well, maybe you don’t really love us at all. Not the way we love you.”

“That's ridiculous.” You protest, shaking your head at him in denial. You love them. You love them both so much that you don't know what to do with yourself. You're scared dead of losing either of them that you have to hold back or you'd lose yourself too.

“Is it?” It's not Soobin who asks but Beomgyu, his doubt landing across your face like a slap.

They both look at you, challenging you to prove yourself to them but you can't. You're not as strong as them. You’re not as reckless.

“I can’t deal with this.” You mutter, and turn to leave, this time not letting Soobin's harsh remark keep you back.

“Yeah, run. That's all you know how to do.”

You flinch, fighting to keep your tears in until you're out of their sight.

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You know you shouldn’t blame Beomgyu, but you do. Maybe it’s not fair, because it’s not his fault, but that doesn’t stop the bitterness from rising up in the back of your throat whenever you see Soobin touching him, looking for his attention, favoring him, giving him what he holds back from you in… fear? retaliation?

Though Soobin has not pulled away from you completely since your confrontation, it’s clear that things have changed between you. You’ve reached an impasse–you still being unable to give yourself to them fully and him not feeling safe giving himself to you in return.

Only Beomgyu gets to have the best of both worlds, and he is not shy about flaunting it. It’s almost like he enjoys throwing it in your face. He’s never said it outright, but the message is always there, laced into his every teasing word and lingering touch—he has something you don’t. He gets to kiss and touch and love Soobin, and he gets to be kissed and touched and loved by Soobin unconditionally. He doesn’t have to deal with the weird distance and awkwardness that now discolour your own relationship with the older boy and it's almost like he’s holding it over your head, making sure you remember that he's the favorite.

“You want to win him back,” He says, lips brushing against your ear as he hands you something soft and delicate in pale pink lace, “you gotta make his dick happy, baby.”

You jeer at him, calling him ridiculous, but he only smiles wider, pressing the babydoll he has bought you into your hands.

“Just try it on,” He says, eyes glinting. “Let’s make him see what he's missing.”

The promise of that makes your heart ache. You want it. You want Soobin to want you again. And so you do it. You try it on for him. Let him pose you—ass pushed out, lips parted, lace clinging to parts of you that felt too exposed under his gaze.

He tells you it’s just for Soobin, but you can see the way his eyes eat you up, taking pictures of you in dirty poses that he tells you will make Soobin go crazy.

But he lets his hands wander, brushing against your lips, your breasts, your thighs. And you wonder who this is really for.

“You’re gonna drive him crazy,” Beomgyu whispers, that same craziness flickering in his eyes. “I know I am.”

And in that moment, it doesn’t feel like it’s about Soobin at all. Because Beomgyu’s always playing some game you can’t quite name. One where he wins every time.

“God, I wish I could feel your pussy around me. Need you so bad.” He puts the camera down to let his hands freely wander, and something ugly stirs without you––a dangerous mix of jealousy and insecurity that prompts you to say.

“Do you want it more than you want his ass?” You ask, lowering your voice to try to hide the vulnerability underneath.

“Baby…” Beomgyu looks at you, unsure, but his tone is still soft. Still careful.

“Come on, Beommie.” You tilt your head, forcing a bitter smile. “Say it. Say you want my pussy.”

“I want it,” He admits easily, eyes locked on you. “I want you.”

“More than him.” You need at least one of them to want you more than the other. You need to feel like you’re still in this. That you haven't given parts of you out to them for nothing.

There’s a pause. Just a second. But it’s long enough to feel like a crack through the center of your chest.

You scoff, pushing him away, the rejection biting at you just as coldly as the chill in the air. Neither of them will chose you.

But Beomgyu panics the second you pull back. “No—wait,” He says, voice suddenly higher, desperate. “I do want you more. I do. I need you.”

You search his face, not sure if it's the truth or just desperation—if he wants you or if he’s just looking to get off. But for now, you choose to believe it.

“More than him?” You ask again, voice a little shakier now, knowing you can't handle one more rejection.

Thankfully Beomgyu gives in, nodding quickly. “More than him.”

You let out a sigh of relief and pull him back towards you, kissing him roughly as you pour out all your frustration, fear and love into it. He reciprocates enthusiastically, opening his mouth and letting you push your tongue in, moaning loudly even around your tongue.

“Then hump me like a good little puppy.” You tell him when you pull away, and Beomgyu's stares you down, pupils already blown wide in his hungry eyes.

“You like seeing me go crazy for you, don't you?” He hisses but obeys, rutting desperately against you, searching for any pleasure you’re willing to give him.

“Yes. You look so pretty when you’re desperate.” You admit shamelessly, feeling safe saying it when he's so willing to be pathetic for you. “Don't pretend you don't like it when I boss you around.”

“I won't. Just as long as you don't pretend you don't want my cock stuffed inside you.” He takes it up a notch, always ready to push beyond your limits.

“Beomgyu…”

“Come on, say it. Say you want my cock.” He insists, but you can’t really blame him. You've just demanded the same thing of him.

“I want your cock.” You relent and he bites his lips, his hips picking up the pace as he stares at you as if waiting to hear more from you.

You give it to him, moaning out as you press your lips to his ear, giving him what he wants—what he needs. “Want to feel you lose it. Want your hot cum on me.”

“Yeah?” He pants, looking wild. “You want it? Want my cum in you?”

“Yes,” You shudder, clutching onto his shirt as his cock drags along your barely covered pussy. “Give it to me. Fill me up with your cum.”

“God, you sound like a slut.” He is breath hitches as he slides his cock under your now ruined lace panties so he can enjoy the friction from both your panties and your pussy against his swollen cock. “Does my pretty slut want my cum now?”

“Yes.” You moan eagerly, not ashamed of how wet you've become. Not when his own cock is dripping with need. “Let go for me, baby. Let me take care of you.”

He comes undone at your command, repeating your name like a prayer. His release spills over your skin, hot and messy, and for a moment, you think that’s it—that for a moment you’ve won. That you've satisfied one of them.

He pushes his sweaty hair back and exhales, almost laughing as he looks at the mess he made. But then he pulls your panties to the side while his other hand holds his cock and brushes it over your pussy, the head catching against your entrance for a moment. “God I really wanna put it in.”

“You can't!” You panic, trying and failing to close your legs around his hips, and he hums in disappointment. “There you go, rejecting us again.”

Your heart pumps painfully in your chest at his underhanded comment. “That's unfair. You know why I can’t let you do that. My soulmate–”

“Will be one of us.” He finishes your sentence and you huff indignantly. “Maybe, but not who. I want to save myself for my soulmate.”

“Why?” He asks as if you're being unreasonable. "Me and Soobin have agreed that we won’t get upset about it if one of us ends up being your soulmate.”

You scoff, incensed. “So you’ve both decided what to do with my body? Do I not get a say?”

“You’re twisting my words, baby.” He whines, rutting his cock against your pussy again. “We just wanna feel you. All of you… just wanna be buried in your cunt.”

“I am not gonna let you have my pussy, Beomgyu.” You stand firm despite the embarrassing way your pussy was dripping around his cock, the wet sounds of his member sliding easily along your slit ringing loudly in your ears.

“Hmm, how about just your ass then.” He bargains, using some of your juices on his finger to rub over your asshole teasingly.

“Beomgyu…” You hesitate, feeling yourself flutter at the ghost of his touch. Maybe you can do that… it wouldn't actually be giving your virginity away, right? You would still have something saved for your soulmate…

“Come on, this is not so bad, right?” He coaxes, his lips hot against your neck and his middle finger dipping into your hole ever so slightly. “Just let me in.”

You shudder, feeling yourself clench around his finger and your pussy drip even more.

“No.” You shake your head, trying to clear it from the doubt he's brewing and the corrupting touch of his pleasure.

“Fine.” He frowns, pulling back, and suddenly you feel cold.

“Where are you going?” You sit up, chewing on your lip nervously.

“Soobin’ll probably let me use his ass.” He tells you casually, like it’s nothing. Like you’re not still there, covered in the proof of how much he claimed to need you.

“You just came all over me.” You say weakly, feeling your heart sink.

“I know, but…” He pauses, letting the thought linger. It's not enough, is what he wants to say. “I need to feel a tight hole around my cock.”

Your hands shoot out and pull him back between your legs, hissing at him to conceal your pain, “Fuck you, Beomgyu.”

“I'm sorry, but—” He starts as if whatever he's gonna say will make his treatment of you hurt any less.

“Just do it. You can have my ass.” You say in a small voice but he hears it. You feel him go rigid above for a fraction of a second before he pulls back and eagerly kisses you, not waiting for any doubt to set in. “Thank you, baby. I’ll make it feel so good, I swear.” He promises, carefully pushing his finger in, coaxing you to relax as he peppers sweet kisses all over your face.

“That’s it, baby. Just relax for me. I got you.”

It’s easier than you expected, the slide of his finger into you, and before you know it he has it up to the knuckle inside your ass.

He pulls back to gather more of your juices before sticking his finger in again, doing this over and over until it easily slips in every time, before he introduces another finger and repeats the same process again.

You did not expect this to feel pleasurable, but the way he curls his fingers inside you pushes them against the wall of your pussy, making you shiver and almost feel like his fingers are fucking it instead.

“You’re doing so good for me. You’re such a good girl.” He purrs, hypnotised by the image of your hole taking his fingers so easily. He reaches his other hand around his cock to give it a few tugs, sucking in a harsh breath at the pleasure. “Fuck, I can’t wait any longer.”

He pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his cock. “Can I?” He asks and you nod slightly, but that’s enough for him. He pushes forward, easing his cock inside of you, the length of it filling you up quickly.

“Fuck!” He groans, his head dropping to rest against your forehead as he takes a moment to let you adjust to him and let himself adjust to the feeling of you surrounding him. “You’re so hot and tight. I feel like I am already close, god damn.”

You blush, your heart fluttering at how easily you’ve affected him even though you’ve barely done anything. He just wanted you that bad. He’s watching you like he can’t look away, like you're so precious he’s afraid if his gaze wanders for a second, you’d slip away.

You hate that you had to do this in order to satisfy him but you also hadn’t expected it to feel like this—not so intense, not so consuming. The stretch, the pressure, the way his body presses against yours—it’s all dizzying, overwhelming in the best and worst ways.

“You feel like you were made for me,” He whispers the words like it’s a secret meant only for you to hear and you hold your breath because—is it? Is that a confession? You can’t make sense of any of it. It feels like the boys share a secret you’re not in on. You don’t know who they truly want. You don’t know who you truly want. “I can’t—God, I can’t believe this is real.”

Your hands grip his arms, unsure whether you're grounding him or yourself. His praise echoes around in your head, knocking out all sense and rationality.

You don’t speak—you don’t trust yourself to. Your lips part in a quiet gasp instead, and that’s enough for him.

His breath stutters against your skin as he begins to move, slow at first, like he’s still trying to memorize the shape of you around him. Each motion is careful, restrained, but you can feel the tension rippling beneath it—he’s holding back, and it’s taking everything in him to do so.

You can feel it under your fingers, the desperation, the longing. You can hear it so clearly in his words. “You’re perfect. I want to stay like this forever.”

But something about his words feel wrong. A flicker of doubt threatens to snuff out the warmth building between your bodies. Because forever—that word isn’t his to give. Not when he’s already given himself away to Soobin.

Still, you cling to him. Because for now, he’s here. For now, you can pretend he’s yours.

Your hands slide up his arms to wrap around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, needing something to anchor you to the moment to stop your mind from spiraling. He groans softly against your mouth, hips stuttering for a second as he bites your lower lip.

“God, you’re driving me insane,” He croaks, voice hoarse. “You feel too good... too good to stop.”

And you don’t want him to stop. Not yet. Not while he’s whispering things like that into your mouth, not while his hands are all over you like he can’t bear to not touch you.

But despite the mind-numbing heat of it all, there’s still that damn doubt pressing at the edges of your mind—soft but insistent. Because despite all his needy proclamations, he still gave himself to Soobin just as easily as he has given himself to you.

Is this all a game to him? A way to ensure that he wins either way?

“You’re mine,” He looks at you like he means it, and you wonder how it could ever be a lie. Is it really possible that he's playing you both so well? “Say you’re mine.”

You hesitate, and that upsets Beomgyu. Suddenly, he switches up, staring at you with his big brown eyes he drives his cock inside you in slow, languid strokes, stoking the fire in your belly. “Please, I just want to pretend to be normal for a moment. I want to pretend I finally have a soulmate and that we love each other.”

Still, you remain silent.

He swallows hard, and with one hand, he cups your face, watching, waiting. “Please, let me have you,” he says, breath trembling. “Even if just for now.”

“Okay.” You say in a small voice, your fingers digging into his back, grounding yourself in him as you arch into his movements, letting the rhythm build, slow and steady, drawing out everything you’ve been holding in. He kisses you again, more urgently this time, like he's trying to drown out every other name, every other memory with just you.

“Say it, please.” He pleads when he pulls back, looking like he might cry if you don't.

“I'm yours.” You tell him, voice shuddering under the pressure. You don't know if giving into him is right, but the happiness on his face when you do almost makes it feel like it's worth it.

“God, I love you. You’re so good for me,” He groans, hips stuttering. “You always are.”

And for just a moment, you let yourself believe it. That this is love. That you're his. That maybe, maybe, he is yours too.

“I need you.” Your breath hitches, chest rising rapidly beneath him as you give in—cracking under the weight of your longing and the lie you want so badly to believe. “More, please.”

Beomgyu lets out a shaky exhale, relief and hunger bleeding into one as he presses forward, kissing you like he’s starved for it—reveling in your surrender. His hips begin to move with more urgency, the restraint he’d been clinging to unraveling in an instant.

“Thank you,” He breathes against your mouth, hips quickly picking up speed until the loud, filthy sounds of flesh smacking against flesh fills the room. “God, you’re perfect—so perfect.”

You can’t hold your moans back, not when his cock is filling you to the brim again and again, leaving no room for thought or doubt. His hands are everywhere—caressing your breasts, your hips, your thighs—lighting every inch of your skin on fire, marking it all with his touch, his name.

And when you think you can’t take anymore, he slides one hand between your legs, stroking your clit with seemingly practiced ease, syncing with each deep thrust until every muscle in your body is coiled tight, ready for release.

“You’re clenching so hard around me.” He moans at the way you react, his head falling to rest against your forehead again, not taking his eyes off you for a second. He has no right to look this handsome right now with his face flushed, sweat dripping down his face and his jaw hanging open in need. And yet he does. He looks so heartbreakingly beautiful and it’s not fair. “You make me so fucking close, baby.”

His pace picks up even more, harder, messier, his control slipping with every thrust. “You wanted this, right? You want me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” You gasp, hands tangling in his hair as you feel your orgasm approaching, his thrusts angled just right so you can feel his cock hitting the wall of your pussy again and again. “I do—Beomgyu, I—”

But the rest of your sentence falls away as the pressure inside you snaps, and your orgasm floods through your body, making you shudder and shake under him, around him.

“Fuck, baby, did you just cum for me? Good girl. You’re my good girl.” He chokes out, voice breaking, eyes wild and locked on you. “I’m gonna—fuck, I’m gonna come. Gonna fill you up with my cum just like you wanted.”

With a loud cry, he finally cums, painting your insides with his hot seed as his mouth continues to spew filth at you, his brain going dumb with pleasure.

“Fuck…” He groans as his hips give a few last, weak thrusts before his body relaxes, all but collapsing on top of you, his body so suffocatingly close as his hand brushes your own wet hair out of your face so he can see it clearly. “I love you. I love you so much.”

He says it so tenderly, so unreservedly, as if you’re the only person in the world he has ever said this to… but you know that’s not true. You know he has said those same words to Soobin too.

And the ugly thoughts creep back in—overtaking your brain that is no longer under the influence of lust. Is this how he is with Soobin when you’re not there? Does he touch him like this? Does he beg for him like this? Does he make him feel like he’s the only one for him too?

Because you can feel it now—how easy it is to lose yourself in him—in his words, his hands, his desperation. He makes you want to give yourself to him completely, and that scares you.

Because if he can do that to you so effortlessly… then maybe he has done it to Soobin too. Maybe Soobin finds it easy to believe him just like you do. Maybe Beomgyu is playing you both so he increases his chances of getting his happy ending.

And that thought hurts more than anything. Because you’ve given him so much. Because he’s there, cock still buried inside you, his body trembling from the high you just shared—and you don’t even know if he’s really yours.

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A/N: only one more chapter to go. please let me know your thoughts and where do you see this ending and what exactly are the boys up to

as always

#txt smut #beomgyu smut #tomorrow by together smut #tomorrow x together smut #soulmates au

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gugugyuu · 6 months ago

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dreaming - beomgyu x reader

warnings: smut, cursing, etc.

class president duties had always been your excuse to interact with beomgyu. you told yourself it was harmless to indulge him, even if you knew he was just using you.

"class pres~" you heard beomgyu's voice as he slid into the seat next to you.

oh, you hated how much your heart raced every time he looked at you like that.

"did you finish that history assignment? you know i've been so busy..." he said.

"you just don't want to do it." you continued his words for him.

he grinned, unashamed. "but i know you'll help me out. you're the best, aren't you?" he didn't even wait for your response, just dropped his notebook onto your desk and stretched out with a sigh.

you bit your lip, the right thing to do would've been to refuse him because he should do it himself for once but you knew he wouldn't stay long if you did.

you don't want beomgyu to leave.

this guy will sometimes make you feel like you were special until reality reminded you otherwise. "here." you said, sliding his complete assignment back to him.

he didn't even glance at the pages, just smiled and trusted your work. "thanks." he said, "what would i do without you?"

you froze for a moment then quickly, he withdrew, leaving you blinking in the wake of his touch.

and when lunch break came, like always, you found yourself walking towards beomgyu's desk with an extra bento box in hand.

"oh my, you spoil me too much." he said. you were embarrassed but the way his eyes lit up when he opened the lid made it all worth it. then out of nowhere, he leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. "thanks, class pres." he smiled.

later, your excitement during end of class quickly faded when you spotted him across the room. there he was again, laughing as he flirted with another girl.

you passed by.

"hey, class pres-" beomgyu paused when noticed your glare, eyes were shimmering with hurt. you turned and stormed away, leaving him speechless and confused.

he excused himself from the girl and jogged after you, his long legs catches up in moments. "hey!" he called, grabbing your shoulder. "are you okay?"

you stopped then shrugged off his hands, turning to face him with an attitude he hadn't seen before. "don't talk to me anymore." you said. "i'm done with you, beomgyu."

he froze. "wha- don't do that." he replied, uneasy. "pres?"

tears flooded your eyes and beomgyu felt guilty. he realized that he must've did something that hurt you. "aww, come on..." he said as panic started creeping into his voice and before you could move, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a loose hug.

his hand awkwardly patted your head "fine, i'll stop flirting with others, okay?"

you pushed his chest, pulling away to meet his eyes. "rea-really?"

beomgyu felt a lump in his throat. "this girl..." he sighed, looking off to the side before nodding. "yeah, i guess." he said it like he has no choice. "but uh, you can't stop helping me with schoolwork, okay?"

"about that..." you paused. "i'm still not doing it anymore. you'll have to learn and do it yourself."

"wait, what?" he groaned, his jaw dropping. "are you serious?"

"i'm not joking." you replied, raising an eyebrow at him.

beomgyu blinked at you, you're totally catching him off guard then he let out a dramatic sigh, ruffling his hair. "okay, f- fine. but then you'll have to teach me at my place."

he expected you to argue or protest but to his surprise, you agreed almost immediately, "sure. i'll be there." you said then walked away.

beomgyu stood there, utterly bewildered. his lips parted as if to call your name but no words came. "geez..." he just said to himself, shaking his head as he watched you go... feeling like he had just been played.

at his house, beomgyu was so focused on his writing then he noticed you bored beside him.

your hand played with the edge of his sleeve, your fingers lightly brushing against his skin, he watched you half confused and half amused.

"what are you doing?"

you blinked when you met his eyes, "so- sorry." then slowly you withdrew your hand.

beomgyu smiled and reached out, gently taking your hand and placing it back where it had been. "i didn't say to stop."

then after a moment, he saw you tugging at the collar of your uniform trying to fan yourself. your hair was damp with sweat, cheeks bright red, and lips slightly parted as if you couldn't get enough air.

the room wasn't even hot?

"do you want me to turn down the temperature even more?" he asked with hesitation.

you moved your hair to the side, exposing the glistening skin of your neck.

the sight sent a strange jolt through beomgyu's spine but he got worried right away when he noticed how heavy your breaths had become.

... and he's becoming nervous at the way you're looking at him right now.

you stood up and collapsed onto the couch across the room. you groaned softly then covered your face with your hands, totally embarrassed.

beomgyu stood up scratching the back of his head, confused... and probably thinking you're being a pain in the ass.

he made his way over and sat beside you cautiously. "do you have a fever or something?" he asked, leaning slightly closer to check you.

"no." you replied with muffled voice behind your hands.

"then... what's wrong?"

your hands dropped suddenly, and turned to look at him,

"i'm so horny."

beomgyu froze and his jaw slightly opened. his brain now barely able to form a coherent thought, let alone words. "you're wha- what?" he stuttered.

"do you think you can fuck me right now?"

he swallowed hard, the room started spinning for a moment as your words settled in his head.

beomgyu wasn't sure if he had heard you right, still trying to process whether you were serious or if his mind was just playing tricks on him.

yeah the room might be TOO hot actually...

"wait... what?" he asked again, leaning closer.

"i said what i said, beomgyu." you whispered, blushing uncontrollably. "i can't do this anymore."

he pulled your arm and quickly leaned his back against the couch, his eyes watched you as you moved on top of him. beomgyu leaned in,

"no kissing." you said, stopping him.

"what?!"

you smirked, leaning down to trail wet kisses along his neck. the soft sound of your lips against his skin filled the room, making him gasp.

beomgyu's head tipped back, eyes fluttering shut.

then his hands found your thighs, gripping then caressing it, sending shivers through your spine. he also started to squeeze your ass as you grind against him, where every friction drew soft moans from you.

each roll of your hips made his dick harder, straining against the fabric of his shorts. "oh, god..." beomgyu said, breathless. "don't stop."

you were driving him wild and he was absolutely loving every second of it.

beomgyu wanted to take his time and eat you but as soon as he felt how wet you were, he couldn't wait any longer to enter your swollen cunt. "are you sure?" he asked, cupping your face with one hand while his other hand started stroking himself.

"yes... hurry, please." you pleaded, biting your lip.

he buried his face in your neck, both of you groaned in unison as soon as beomgyu pushed his dick inside your tight hole. the stretch hurts but it felt good at the same time.

a loud moan escaped your lips, gasping "oh, my god." while pulling his hair.

and never in beomgyu's wildest dreams imagined fucking the shit out of you. who would've thought you're this pleasant view on top of him? he's liking his favorite class president even more right now.

his mouth opened as he started moaning against your lips but still not touching them, although one small move from you would allow a kiss.

all beomgyu knew is that after this, he was done asking you for school stuff because next time, he's going to ask you for something even better.

your forehead pressed against his as his dick now sliding easily in and out of your tight pussy, he's taking in the pleasure of seeing how much you're enjoying it. "i'm so close." he whispered in your ear.

he pulled out and you dropped to your knees, watching him jerk himself off, releasing all his cum into your waiting mouth.

he cupped your face again with his hands, watching you swallow all his cum then a soft chuckle escaped beomgyu's lips. "y/n, you're a freak." he leaned in close but pushed him back slightly.

"i said no kissing."

beomgyu rolled his eyes in annoyance, his eyes followed you as you walked completely naked in his living room, pouring water into the glass.

and despite his fatigue, he craved your closeness. so he stood up, creeping behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, planting soft kisses on your nape.

"damn... i'm getting hard again."

beomgyu inserted his cock back carefully inside your overly sensitive, beaten cunt. he started pounding hard while his hand tugged at your hair and the other wrapped around your neck.

his dick just got harder and bigger it has ever been.

you tapped his arms, signaling him to stop. "i think I'm going to pee..." you admitted. you tried to break free from his grip when you the felt pressure building inside you.

"no, you're not." he panted. pulling your hair more so he could having his mouth descending upon your neck, biting and sucking with passion.

see, he knew you would take him so well. you always do and you always will.

beomgyu can't help but to feel a surge of pride as he watches you whimper, totally convinced that at this moment, he might just lock you up inside his house.

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purrplegyuu · 9 months ago

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Let me tell you a lil secret. I have a bunch of dark ideas to write about (from the darkest to the lightest):

1. Biological reader’s brother Soobin x reader (i have like two different plots involving this partner)

2. Stepbro Beomgyu x reader step sis (also two in mind, one of them being Cold cuz i dont want to forget about my first tumblr work)

3. Professor Zhanghao x student reader (might not sound so dark, but the plot is, because on the beginning, reader is excited about having a relationship w him, but she falls out of love as time passes, and she decides to end the relationship, but Zhanghao doesn’t like it, so he starts treating reader so mean during classes. Ohohoh this one gots me so excited fr)

4. Classmate Soobin x classmate reader x classmate Beomgyu, but also procurer reader.

5. Half brother Junghwan x half sister reader

6. Girlfriend’s big brother —either— Haruto or Sunghoon x reader

7. Best friend Yeonjun x high reader

8. Mean dom Beomgyu x sub reader, soft dom Taehyun x sub reader (but both taehyun and reader do what beomgyu says cuz he’s the leader, and beomgyu just sees, never does)

9. Sister’s ex boyfriend Beomgyu x reader, dealer Yeonjun x low key addict reader, classmate Kai x reader (the darkest part about this one is the ‘dealer Yeonjun x addict reader, the rest is almost pure angst)

10. Jihoon older reader’s sister’s best friend x reader (this one is not dark at all just really angsty, but like the feeling might get dark at some point)

11. Perfect guy Hanbin x lier reader (put this on last one place because even if it’s kinda dark, I don’t want it to contain any kind of smut, so it makes it a lil lighter? Anyways, is not actually dark, but reader lies a lot to hanbin, and the lie end up drowning her so… yeah kind of)

LET ME KNOW GUYS WHAT DO YOU THINK! ALSO LET ME KNOW WHICH ONE’S YOU FAVORITE. LUV YALL🫶😘

I promise i will publish at least three of these, just lemmie take my time because i’m not pretty comfortable w my writing yet.

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goldeunoias · 2 years ago

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Men who help you reach your special spots <3

Men who think your small hands are cute because it means only they can reach their baby's special spots. Who's fingers are nice and long, or thick and calloused and cause you to squirm every time they slide a digit in, or two.

"Kitten, what's wrong, do you need help reaching your special spots?" He whispered in your ear, watching as you lay next to him. You were knuckle-deep in your core trying to make yourself feel good, but to no avail.

He tsked at you, rubbing the hand that was in your core before sliding a digit past your walls, a shaky "wait" leaving you.

"Don't worry kitten, my fingers will fit. No wonder you can't feel your special spot kitten, your fingers don't reach," he cooed at you, pressing down on your hand to inch your fingers closer to where it felt best. You whined out as you felt his digit press the spot along with yours, your legs closed around his hand as he forced his index finger inside of you as well.

"Look at the juices your cunt is producing for me, you're gonna end up soaking my sheets," he remarked in awe, using his other hand to force your leg back open.

"Does it feel good?" he whispered in your ear, licking the shell of it as he sped his and your fingers up. You nodded and felt the knot get tighter in your lower belly, rutting your hips into the sensation with an increased desperation.

"Such a good girl f'me, make me proud yeah?"

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#enhypen smut #ateez smut #stray kids smut #the boyz smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #nct smut #txt smut #tomorrow by together smut

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bandgie · 2 years ago

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Before Class

virgin!hueningkai x fem!reader

synopsis: You were Kai's lifelong bully, and you weren't planning on stopping your harassment towards him. As you have got older though, you've had to change your strategies. Now that you're both in college, there been quite a few tips you've learned on how to humiliate Kai.

warnings: MDNI 18+, DUBIOUS, college au, public oral (m receiving), handjob, bully reader, kai is sensitive (he doesn't have a backbone), cum eating, degrading, genital degradation (m receiving), begging, dom!reader, sub!Kai, mentions of Yeonjun, idk

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Getting to class early was a must, parking was horrible after a certain time. You sat on the second floor of the library pretending to work on your assignments. Instead, you were observing his large frame hunched over a desk. Kai hadn't seen you when he walked in, and you're grateful for that. Not because you were nervous or embarrassed for what you did to him just a few days ago, but because it left you room to plan.

Making Huening Kai cry was always a goal of yours. It was so easy when you were in elementary school. All you had to do was pull on his hair, throw some sand in his eyes and the waterworks would begin. As you've gotten older though, it wasn't as simple. You resorted to cursing him out, getting other kids to join in on you, but he was a tough cookie.

There was just something about his tears that excited you. How red his nose got, the quiver in his bottom lip. Like art honestly, he was beautiful in his rawest form. There was something wrong with you for sure, maybe you needed to see someone for your obsession with Kai. How could you though, when he made it so effortless for you to keep harassing him?

You briefly thought of letting him go today, but your resolve was quickly dissipated when someone approached him. She was cheery, seemingly happy looking at Kai. He stood up quickly and awkwardly smiled at her. You assumed she must be a classmate talking about work, but when she made him laugh, your chest tightened.

They had to be more than classmates, it wasn’t like it was often someone would approach you outside of class either. Friends maybe? But with how pink Kai's cheeks had gotten, you think there might be a little crush going on. You hastily pack your papers, shove your notebook and folder into your backpack and standup from your table.

Jealousy is probably the right word to use, but there was no way you would admit that. You just can’t stand seeing Kai smiling, hate how his lips curl and his teeth shine in the artificial light. He would look much better sobbing, and you are planning on making that happen sooner rather than later.

Your wedges click on the ground as you approach the two. You can feel your blood rising hearing Kai's soft responses. You don't even need to speak to announce your arrival, you can see Kai's eyes widen in fear.

Good.

"Oh Kai! I just wanted to pop in and say hi," you smile sweetly at both of them. She spins to see you, returning a friendly smile. She opens her mouth to speak, mostly likely to introduce herself, but you don't think you can fake your persona much longer. "I just needed to steal him from you if you don't mind." You reach for Kai's sleeve and pull him towards you.

He hesitantly trudges to you, his eyes begging at his friend to save him. "Oh when were you going to be done? We had to work on-" You spare her a glance to interrupt her, "Actually, I think it'll take a while. Isn't that right Hyuka?"

Kai stiffens at the sound of his nickname, one he hadn't heard in years. His terrified eyes dart to your own before turning back to his friend. "Y-Yeah," his voice is shaky. "I'm sorry, it'll just be a- a moment. I'll catch you after class." The girl eyes you warily, her gaze landing on your grip on Kai's sleeve. Rather than voicing her concern, she nods, "Sure. See ya soon then.”

You turn on your heels and pull Kai along with you. Kai can easily keep up thanks to his long legs, but he's trying to subtly slow his steps so he can delay his bad treatment. He has no idea what you have in store for him, and to be honest, neither do you. All you can think about is how easily he spoke to her, how eager he seemed. Kai has grown into an attractive man, that much you can admit. You just hate knowing he's beginning to catch the eyes of others.

It's selfish, but you want him to think about only you. Whether it's from fear, anxiety, hatred, you need him to think about you as often as you think about him. After all, it isn't fair that you're the only one obsessed.

You spot the all-gender restroom and quickly take cover there. There’s nobody inside, it’s still early in the morning. You shove Kai into a stall and squeeze/crowd in yourself before locking the door.

Being this close to him is nothing new, but being in such a confined space is definitely something you hadn't done before. Kai's figure towers over you, he could easily overpower you and leave. Instead, he keeps his hand by his sides and nervously eyes you. He's expecting you to berate him, to remind him of what a loser he is and how no one could ever stand the thought of him.

Instead, you drop to your knees. Kai's eyes widen in disbelief. You grab his belt, quickly loosening it. He moves to block you, gently pulling your hands away. "What are you doing!? Wait! Don't-" You look up at him and sneer, "Don't fucking tell me what to do. Move your hands."

For the first time in ages, Kai disobeys. He shakes his head and locks his arms over his crotch. "You can't," his voice is pleading. "I have to go to class, an-and I haven't... no one’s really..." He trails off. The redness in his face says it all. "Oh I get it," you smirk. "Are you a little virgin?"

At first Kai doesn't answer, but the pinch of your nails on his hands make him yelp. "Y-Yes..." his voice is small, weak. It sends shivers down your spine. You peel his hands away and leave them at his sides. He lets you, too petrified from his confession to really care anymore.

"I shouldn't be surprised," you start. "You're probably too busy jerking off, watching porn like a loser. I bet you don't even have feeling in your dick anymore." You unloop his belt from the holes and slowly unbutton his pants. Kai clenches and unclenches his fists. You can hear him breathing heavily above you, and as pathetic as it is, it turns you on.

You pull his pants all the way down to his ankles and face his navy blue boxers. Experimentally, you let your hand rub over his crotch. You grip and rub over his limp dick, hearing him inhale sharply. "You're liking this huh? Hah, telling me to stop when you wanted it the whole time." Rather than answering, Kai bucks his hips to you.

You laugh at him, still making sure to apply pressure to his groin. "Fucking slut, bet you'd let anyone touch your cock. That lonely huh?" You grab the waistband of his boxers with your other hand. He stops you before you can pull them down. "Please," he begs. You look up at his glossy eyes, his sweaty forehead, the hair sticking so prettily to it.

Growing irritated with his refusals, you give a soft flick to his cock. Kai jolts at the sensation, even whimpers from pain. "Ask me that again, I'll bite it off," you threaten. This time he doesn’t fight when you pull his dick out. The space between your legs throb at the sight, and you lick your lips eagerly.

His cock is twitching from stimulation, a flushed pink at the tip. There are a few blue veins that pop out from the paleness, a stark contrast to the dark pubes above it. At least he trims, you think. You didn't want pubic hair stuck in your teeth once you were finished with him.

Kai's legs tremble in anticipation, and you run your hands up and down his thighs. You carefully take his tip in first, letting the salty precum cover your tastebuds. The warmth of your mouth has Kai jolt, the feeling completely foreign to him. You steady yourself on his upper thighs as you start taking him deeper. The back of your throat opens for more room, and it doesn't take long to feel him stretch it out.

Your movements are slow as you drag your lips down Kai's length. His cock feels smooth in your mouth, and you place your tongue on the underside of him. He groans when you deep throat him, and his hips slightly thrust upwards to chase your mouth. A surprised gasp tumbles out of your mouth from the force, making you pull away completely.

You angrily look up at Kai's flushed face, "Did I say you could move?" Kai lets out a soft sob and shakes his head, "No! I'm sorry. Oh fuck I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." You can see the tears in his eyes, the blush on his face. It's tempting to keep making him feel bad, to get those salty tears down his face, but you take pity on him. Your hand reaches for his dick and gives it a few pumps.

He twitches and moans, still apologizing for his behavior. "I'll let it go this time since you're a virgin or whatever," you start. "But do that again and I'll leave you with your small dick like this, and no one will help you out like I am." Kai nods absentmindedly, his focus completely on your fingers.

It's hard to admit, but you really like hearing Kai moan. His breathless whimpers, his choked sobs, the way he says your name like he's begging you to stop and keep going. There was no way, after years of bullying Kai, that you would willingly place yourself between his legs. Yet here you are, knees bruising up from the hard tile and your pussy throbbing from neglect.

A wet sound comes out when you place his cock back where it was in your mouth. It's lewd, but the noise is easily drained out by Kai's groans of appreciation. You can tell he's focusing on remaining still with the way his hands are bunching up his shirt. A smile finds your lips when a harsh suck makes his cries echo in the bathroom.

"You're lucky no one's in here," you say when you briefly pull away. One hand strokes him and the other plays with his balls simultaneously. "Imagine if that bitch saw you now? You think she'd still like you after seeing what a whore you are?" Kai shakes his head at your questions. "N-No."

You hum in satisfaction with his admission, placing kisses on his cock. Before you have the chance to take him back in your mouth, you hear the door to the restroom open. Footsteps echo through the previously empty room, and Kai looks like he's seen a ghost. He looks down at you, a small desperate shake in his head. Don't.

You only grin in response, eagerly forcing his cock down your throat. Kai jolts and his mouth flies open in a silent moan. Your movements are much faster now, magnifying the pornographic noises coming from your mouth. You push even further. You unhinge your jaw and take him deep, bruising the back of your throat.

Kai's pubes tickle your nose when you hit his pelvis, and you gag around his girth. Spit dribbles down your chin, landing on your thighs and the floor. You feel nothing but arousal when you realize the unsuspecting witness has stopped moving, attentively listening to the lewd sounds echoing from your stall.. Kai notices too and shakes his head aggressively. He can’t control the tears collecting at the corner of his eyes anymore, sending waves of pleasure to your core.

"If you're gonna fuck, can you do it somewhere else? People are tryna piss," the bystander finally calls out. You recognize the voice immediately, and so does Kai. Yeonjun sounds rather irritated, not bothering to wait for a reply as he leaves. Kai slumps in relief when he hears the restroom door swing shut again, only managing to let out a groan when he tries to speak.

Even without the extra audience you still put your best show on for Kai. Your fingernails are gripping his thighs, drool hanging off your bottom lip as you keep throatfucking yourself on Kai's dick. Kai bites his lower lip so harshly he thinks it'll bleed, but that pain is nothing compared to the pleasure you're giving him.

You can feel your arousal seep through your underwear, down the inner parts of your thighs. You think about fucking him, how good his cock would feel stretching you out. He probably wouldn't even know how to fuck you right. You might have to bounce on his cock while he sits on the toilet. As dirty as that thought is, there's more pleasure in watching Kai writhe above you.

His length twitches in your mouth. You use your hand to stroke the parts your mouth can't reach, and you maintain a steady rhythm. Kai's whines get more and more out of control and without thinking, he brushes the hair out of your face. There's a delicate moment when he locks eyes with you, making sure to get a good look at your face as he cums in your mouth.

The hot spurts make you gag, but you force your mouth to stay on his cock so as to not waste a single drop. Kai looks like bliss with his eyes slanted and mouth open in a long moan. He’s still looking at you, almost as if he actually wants to see you. The thought makes your stomach flip.

You purposely take a long time pulling your mouth off his cock, his cum still settling in your mouth. Your knees scream in protest as you stand to face Kai. You wrap your hand at the back on his neck and drag him down to your height. Your other hand finds his mouth and pulls it open as you purse your lips.

"Say ahh..."

Kai's cum leaks from your mouth in thick globs, landing on his tongue. He grimaces at the taste but keeps still. His lips are so close to your own, and for a second you debate kissing him. But then you’d miss how he swallows his own cum, how he would cough as the thick substance slides down his throat.

You spit the remaining cum into his mouth before licking your own lips. Kai covers his mouth and squeezes his eyes as he tries to swallow it all without gagging, tears sliding down his face. Your thumb wipes one away and you bring it to your mouth, adding to the salty taste.

"It tasted good huh, Hyuka?"

He opens his eyes and shakes his head pitifully, making you laugh. You do the honors of pulling Kai's pants and boxers back up and adjusting his belt. You tap his clothed cock a few times just to see him flinch from the sensitivity.

Your cunt is still sopping wet, crying to be touched. You might have to ignore it for now, but you know this won't be the last time you play with Kai. Kai silently watches as you pull your makeup out of your bag, fascinated by how quickly you make yourself look normal again despite being wrecked on his cock mere moments ago.

You snap your mirror closed and open the stall door, sauntering away without a second look. "Better get to class then Hyuka. You don’t wanna be late.”

a/n: I love huening kai and I feel like there's not enough writings about him!! I'm planning on making this a little series, so stay tuned for that!

proofreader/editor: @then-make-me (thank you!!)

update!: second part here

update 2: third part here

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