Tags: BestFriend!HK, female!reader, neighbor!kai, cunnilingus (receiving), bed rutting, dryhumping, oral
Readers Discretion Advised
There is just something about the puppy-type. Their charming perspective on life truly warped you out of reality. When your neighbor, and forever best friend Huening Kai bashfully decides to take a leap into the pond, you can’t help but to teach him how to swim.
“Kai-ya! I’m heading to my room, so bring the popcorn when it’s done,” you yell across the house. Kai screams in response, making you shake your head as you shuffle down the blue hallway. After nudging the bedroom door with your hips, you manage to bust your way inside. Once you set your drinks down, you finally start setting everything up for your annual “(Y/N) & Kai’s Super Scary Saturday” movie night. The sunset bleeds through your sheer curtains, the light bouncing off of Kai’s home reflecting onto your suburban one.
You stare across the green yard, eyeing the familiar blue curtains before you. That was Kai’s room. With wide windows that he would sneak out of every night at sixteen to see you, now remain shut at the ripe age of nineteen. Old enough to simply walk down the driveway to explore.
Kai stumbles through the door abruptly, with a bag full of steaming, salted popcorn and a family-sized bag of m&ms.
“Shit (y/n), stop staring and put the popcorn up it’s literally burning my skin off as we speak,” Kai whines. That was enough for you to snap out of your nostalgic daydream, hurrying to snatch the bag away from the blonde boy.
“Let me grab a blanket and we can get started, okay?” You stare into your closet for a moment, before behind down to wrestle a bundled up ball of fuzzy fabric. Naively, you don’t feel the wide brown eyes scanning the exposed skin from your black pajama shorts. The spandex material stops right at the bottom of your ass, leaving little to the imagination as you curse the blanket for getting stuck.
“Sorry for the wait. Stupid thing was caught on my suitcase,” you ramble. You notice Kai crouched on your full sized bed, mid halt in his movements. His open drink seconds away from spilling on the sheets, and his mouth is slightly agape.
“Hello? Get your drink before you spill it dude,” you say in annoyance. Kai manages to snap out of it, making sure his drink was intact before continuing his task of setting the bed up. You find your remote, searching for the shittest horror movie you can find.
“Oooh Kai look! I found another two star 80s flick!” you exclaim. Kai quickly brightens up, eyes glittering with excitement.
“You know what the say about terrible movies,” Kai starts.
“It makes great jokes!” You finish.
“Let’s get started, i literally can’t wait anymore!” You exclaim.
You turn off your bedroom light, making sure your curtains are drawn all the way closed before jumping on to your bed. Snuggling up next to Kai, you grab your snacks and start the movie.
And it’s absolutely, positively, respectfully-boring.
Halfway through the movie, you already managed to eat all the food, drink two drinks, and use the restroom in the same time period. Kai remains hyper-focused on the screen, while you’re fighting to stay awake. Your head keeps dropping on to Kai’s shoulder, blinking rapidly whenever you stay quiet for too long.
“Huening-“ you whine. Kai’s bodily flinch goes unnoticed at your voice.
“I’m bored. This movie sucks ass.” Kai simply turns his head to look at you, tilting in a way that reminds you of a young puppy’s
“Is there something else you wanna do, (y/n)?” His eyes trail down your neck, briefly admiring the small amount of skin poking out of your tank top. You just hum absentmindedly in response, dropping your body across the blonde’s lap dramatically. Your breasts push into his thighs, and he can feel the heartbeat in your chest thrumming steadily. He strokes your back daringly, getting greedy with the warmth of your skin. On reflex, you arch back with a small whimper at the light touch tickling your spine.
“Hey (y/n)…” Kai trails off. You hum absentmindedly, basking in the light soothing touches of your best friend.
“I hope this isn’t weird to ask or anything,” Kai stalls. You give up on him being honest and flip over, allowing the boy to look down at you properly.
“Kai, just spit it out already.”
“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He frowns.
“I’ve known you since I was ten. I don’t think anything can make you uncomfortable anymore,” you state with your eyes closed. Maybe if Kai shuts up for a solid five minutes, you could probably doze off real quick.
“Yeah but-“ Kai starts off.
“There’s no buts Huening. Ask away dude.” You say bluntly. Kai shudders at the assertiveness, yet still looks at you nervously.
“Okay okay fine! Here I go,” his eyes shift to you once more, like he’s daring you to back out now. You wave your hand in the ‘hurry up or I’ll slap you’ way, making the blonde take a deep breath.
“IknowwearebothsexuallyexperiencedbutunlikeyouIfeellikeIknowabsolutelynothingandIwantyoutoteachme.” Kai rushes.
The silence is deafening as you sit up to stare at him. His cheeks are the color of your favorite blush. You can basically feel his palm sweat from where you’re sitting.
“….huh?” you say after a while of looking at Kai like he suddenly sprouted three heads out of nowhere.
“(Y/n) please for the love of god don’t make me repeat that.
“I’m sorry, but I did not hear a word you just said to me.”
“(Y/n.) ” Kai deadpans. You scowl, smacking him in the arm quickly.
“Say it or I’ll pinch you.”
“(Y/n)! No please don’t. It’s embarrassing,” he whines. You scoot in front of him, gathering your hands in his before you speak.
“Listen Kai. I’m not gonna judge you. If you think it’s that bad, then we can drop it. But I would love it if you told me. Cause curiosity is gonna kill this cat,” you halfheartedly joke. Kai mumbles under his breath about how you’re gonna kill him eventually before he says his next words slowly.
“I want to learn more things about sex. Please let me eat you out.”
And just like that, your body woke up.
“You, want to eat me, out?” you bluntly ask. The question was so obvious that he shakes his head easily. His eyes are analyzing your face, as if he’s waiting for you to slap him in the face at any given second.
“Wait, woah, hold on. Why me?”
“Why you? I thought I was the only one allowed to ask stupid questions.”
“Huening Kamal-“ you start off before Kai lets out a screech of laughter.
“Okay sorry. I thought it was obvious (y/n). You’re the only person that I’m actually comfortable with, and you’re a good teacher. So I trust myself with you.”
You sit and decide to think about it quietly. After thirty seconds of awkward silence for Kai, you finally come to a conclusion.
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“What is this? A John Green book? I’ll do it, Kai.”
“Let…me eat you…out?” Kai questions lightly.
“Yeah, I’ll let you experiment. Just promise me you won’t hook up with other people until we both agree that the experiment is done.” Kai shakes his head furiously at your terms.
“Deal. Now lay down.” You snort at the eagerness.
“Why are you so excited? Have you’ve never given head before?” You mock. Kai hums before taking off his burnt orange hoodie, letting his black muscle shirt rise up underneath the fabric.
“I have a few times, but it was normally for preparation reasons. This,” Kai motions between you two.
“Is just for learning and leisure.”
You stand up, removing your shorts but leaving the underwear on for decency. Laying up next to the headboard, you cross your hands on your stomach and look at Kai.
“Alrighty big boy. You know how to start, I’ll just teach you tips and tricks I like on myself, personally.”
Kai cracks his fingers quickly before laying on his stomach between your spread legs. Something shifted in his gaze; his dark eyes stare straight into your soul as his deft fingers pull the fabric down your legs. Once your underwear reaches your ankles, he gives you one final look.
“I’m okay, you can continue,” you answer calmly, but in reality you’re a poke away from losing your shit.
Kai dives straight in, flatting his tongue against you. He goes straight to your clit, giving it an extra kitten lick before lightly suckling on it. His hands gradually moved from your hips to the back of your soft thighs, holding them wider and more against your body.
You gasp at the contact, hips bucking as your hands instantly bracing against the bed beneath you.
“Again.” You demand, inching your hips farther down.
Kai takes a bolder approach, the tip of his nose nudging your clit as he teases your entrance with his tongue. Then, he lazily drags his tongue in vertical motions. His eyes are zeroed in on you, watching every muscle twitch in your body as you fight back minuscule whimpers. What really gets a reaction is his tongue diving in full force at a snails pace, making him shove his entire face in between your legs. A punched groan leaves your body at the sight. Disheveled blonde hair curling up at the ends, brushing against the insides of your thighs.
“Fuck, Kai. Gimme more.” Kai pulls off to look up at you once again.
“Can I touch you?” His voice is deeper than usual, and you can feel his hot breaths against your skin. You try to hide your eager nod as Kai removes his hands from your thighs.
“Hold yourself open for me,” he says seriously. You grasp your thighs without hesitation, not wanting to miss a second. Kai lowers himself again, except he makes direct eye contact as he goes straight for the clit again. In the midst of going down, he managed to wet his finger in between his tongue and your clit. He teases your entrance briefly, doing tiny circles, before easing the digit in carefully. That sparks a reaction from you, whimpering as you shift your hips down on his index finger. Kai wastes no time setting a pace, allowing squelching noises gradually grow. He easily slides his middle finger in from his right hand, making you grip your thighs in earnest. Kai moans once your juices start rolling down his hand, the sound vibration you straight to your core. Kai starts curling his fingers once he inserts the third finger. His tongue lazily plays with your clit in between the slow kisses he places randomly. He even nips at your thighs, making you smother his head momentarily.
“Shit sorry I-“ Kai stops his movements at your words, pausing his fingers right at the base inside of you. Your breathing heavily at the fullness of his lengthy fingers, the thought of other king things making you dizzy.
“Do it again. Close your legs around me. Suffocate me, I don’t care.”
Kai continues his very dedicated motions of drowning in your glistening pussy as he rolls his hips into the mattress. You let out a particularly loud moan at the curl of his fingers, eventually making you squeeze your legs shut.
“You like when I smother you Huening? You like when I take control?” You mock, slowly clenching around his fingers. Kai jerks at your tone, moaning straight into your pussy.
“Right there! Huening-fuck,” you gasp, your head buried deep in the pillow behind you. Kai snakes his left hand up your torso, his large palm spread across your stomach before he reaches underneath your shirt. He pushes past the material to grab at your hardened nipple, effectively rolling it between his fingers. Kai starts moving his head side to side, stimulating your clitoris in the best way possible. He alternates between digging deeper in your vagina to flexing his fingers wide, exposing you to his tongue. The feeling becomes unbearable in your lower stomach. Your toes clench and unclench at every thrust Kai makes. It creeps down your spine, igniting nerve in your body.
“Use your fingers-ah ah fuck-I’m gonna cum Huening,” You mumble. The feeling only intensifies as Kai uses two of his fingers to rapidly rub on your clit horizontally. He makes sure to alternate between quick movements and long thrusts of his tongue in between.
“Cum on my tongue, (y/n). Lemme taste all of you,” Kai says. His voice is rough and textured due to the excursion. The words alone make the dam burst between your thighs, making Kai’s hips build up in speed. Your back arches off the sheets, your body twitching at the several sensations at once. As you start to tremble, twitching in overstimulation, Kai plunges two more fingers inside of you once again.
“(Y/n) fuck I’m-,” Kai whimpers. The rough thrusts of his hips shake the bed, his rhythm getting close as he approaches his orgasm. The hand teasing your nipples pins your hips down as he buries his face in your thighs. Twisting his fingers at an agonizing speed, he places open-mouthed kisses along your thighs to ground himself. He’s lost in your sweet scent, high off your natural pheromones. You bring one of your limp hands to his hair, brushing the long strands away from his eyes before giving it a rough tug.
“You were so good baby. Make a mess for me,” you whisper. Kai lets out a gut wrenching groan, biting down on the softness of your leg as he releases in his sweatpants. Letting go of the grip on his scalp, you continue combing his hair to ease him through his intense aftershocks. The room is humid with the smell of sex, and the shitty movie starts blaring the outro song on the screen.
Kai removes his fingers, licking them tiredly yet humming at the taste. You never take your eyes off of him as you fight the urge to get turned on again. Kai then climbs up your body, pressing a soft peck to your red bitten lips. After a couple of loving kisses, you smack Kai in the shoulder again.
“You didn’t need to be taught anything, you ass. Either giving head is your best skill or you’re just in love with me.”
Kai tilts his head with a little smile, his hands resting softly at your hips before he lays down on your chest.
“I guess you’re just gonna have to figure it out then,” Kai teases.
members/group: Beomgyu / TXT --- (mentions of Jon / NCT)
pairing: Hybrid!Beomgyu x Reader (Fem perspective)
genre: angst, fluff, heavy smut, hybrid!txt, minors dni !!
word count: 11.1k
T/W’s : heavy smut with frequent mention of hybrid features; this is purely fiction and not intended to harm. If you don’t like hybrid!au’s, please scroll on, peace and love!! (Pls dm me if you would like a trigger warning added ♡ )
shoutout to my fellow furry loving idiot ~ @raibebe & ty for beta reading <3
& special cameo shoutout to miss angel ~ @moonctzeny
Music to listen to while reading ♡ (in no particular order)
Settle - (BAYNK, Sinead Harnett)
Never Seen You Get So Low - (Aquilo)
Be Like That - (Kane Brown, Swae Lee & Khalid)
Lo Que Siento - (Cuco)
Deja Vu - (Post Malone, Justin Bieber)
Come Over - (Jorja Smith, Popcaan)
Bleu - (agajon, Leonie Barbot)
A Storm on a Summers Day - (Full Crate, Gaidaa)
Happier Than Ever - Edit - (Billie Eilish)
긴 밤 (The Long Night) - (Seori, GIRIBOY)
Your day had been simply awful.
Awful.
It was like everything that could go wrong did, and everything that couldn't also gave it a try, just for the fuck of it!
The pain started as soon as you woke up.
You were old enough to know when you were due on your period. Even had an app for it - with notifications, etc. But the past month had totally whipped by, and you awoke to ruined pyjamas and a deep ache in your lower back.
Fumbling for your phone, you swiped clumsily at the alarm. Cutting out the harsh noise before it could offend your ears any further.
Grumbling, you cursed your body for having such a heavy flow out of nowhere, before pulling your corpse-body out from under the sheets and out into the cold air.
It was just a Friday. One day until the weekend. You could do this.
Willing yourself into positive thinking, you stumbled out of your room and down the hall - straight towards the medicine cupboard, to dull the ache in your body and head.
"Jeez! You look like shit. Maybe you should brush your hair before bed, owner."
Almost missing the cat hybrid's words until the pointed end - the prophetical sentence a well-crafted hilt and the end the tip of the sword - you turned around with a sleepy frown and an exasperated sigh. Ready to fight without your eyes even fully open.
But he had already disappeared.
Maybe you had imagined it.
Maybe adopting Beomgyu had been one huge, massive dream (or nightmare), and you were due to wake up any minute.
Unfortunately, that was not the case.
The bathroom door in front of you slammed shut, making your body shoot up and back. Beomgyu's laugh could be heard behind the door; high and lilted, full of mockery.
Clinging to your nightshirt and abdomen you whined softly.
"Beomgyu! That was mean! Get out of there, I need to get ready for work!”
Said idiot snorted from behind the door, thumping his clothes into the washing basket.
“Sorry, no can do. I’m going out to the cafe today to meet Yeonjun. Wouldn’t want to walk around smelling like you.”
Absolutely at a loss of words, you garbled a noise of frustration and pleading.
“Beomgyu - please - can you at least grab something from the cupboard? I need some … medicine… fuck. Nevermind."
You knew as soon as you had begun to beg, that you had already lost.
The sound of the shower tapped out from behind the very much locked and sealed door, the male humming to himself as you knocked your head against the wood. You curled over at a wave of pain, breathing through it before it subsided.
—--------------------
The night before, there had been... a disagreement.
You had tried to initiate some ground rules.
(Albeit, three months in would be considered a little late, but it’s the thought that counts? Spoiler: it didn't make a difference).
The first point was that Beomgyu was to remain second on the pecking list.
He was arrogant. And a brat. But you were willing to work through it to not send him back to the adoption centre. On the terms that he could temper his ego, even just a little.
You had placed down the handwritten ‘new-rules list’ in front of him. He had peered over it with sharp eyes and scoffed, before crossing his arms and leaning back into the dining room chair.
"I'm literally older, bigger and smarter than you, Y/N. What exactly is your point? On all of this? I already work to meet my usage - this is a null request."
He had leered at you. Disgustingly smart seemingly only when he needed to be.
"But - I'm - I'm your owner… Your - I adopted you…"
Beomgyu had howled with laughter, shaking his head. Before his eyes dropped and his gaze bore straight into you.
"And? Just because you brought me here, doesn’t mean I have to listen to your every beck and will. I’m not your dog."
It was such a shocking change of aura that you were struck dumb. Sharp feline eyes and rigid angled ears had made you weak at the knees - the push of dominance, a very unfamiliar feeling. At least where the hybrid was involved.
He had always edged around your limitations but had never directly opposed you before.
At a lack of words, you had withdrawn the list. Shoving it into a kitchen drawer and trying your very best to avoid the emotions swimming in your lungs. Unsure whether to evict yourself or your anger via a punch straight into his - annoyingly charming, handsome, clean, frustrating, stupid, beautiful - face.
The rain had been relentless all week, and it only seemed to add to your misery after defeat had been admitted.
You sent yourself to sleep with a heavy head full of thoughts and a heart full of frustration. Sleeping through the loud music he played through the TV speakers. Fighting the occasional wakes from flashes of lightning and the thought of work looming over your next day.
Your sleep was troubled, at best.
—--------------------
It seemed that last night's confrontation had only made him more irate.
And you knew it was stupid - knew it was mean and entirely selfish - but you couldn't stop the spike of emotions in the apprehension of a very long office shift.
Thoughts of emails, processing paperwork and phone calls and attending meetings; all flooded your mind's eye until you lashed out your frustration at the selfish idiot behind the bathroom door.
You knew he didn’t deserve it, but it sort of just happened before you could stop it.
Your fist solidly thumped against the door, with more strength than Beomgyu had ever expected to hear from you. You had never lashed out. So, in the comfort of the shower, he flinched harshly, bating his breath.
Were you finally going to send him back? None of his ‘owners’ had ever lasted this long. He considered you more of an equal, but that uncertainty was like murky waters that left him too scared to test fate.
Considering the fact he fought bad types of hierarchy with the fervour of a forest fire; he was insufferable towards your lax rules around the flat.
And he would bite on purpose, just for some attention.
But, weirdly, he liked you. You were his opposite - disgustingly happy and optimistic. Buying him gifts when all he knew was hand-downs. Taking his bad behaviour as it came. That’s why your words dug deep into his psyche, deeper than he wanted.
"God, you're insufferable! It's my flat! I brought you back here, pay for your shit! And you're the worst hybrid I've ever met! Maybe it would be a good idea to send you back since you keep fucking suggesting it!!"
Beomgyu closed off the shower. Breathing heavily as he quickly dried himself off. He needed to get away from you and fast before he said something he would regret.
The door snapped open.
You realised your mistake as soon as the male stepped out from behind the door, shoving past your body and down the hall.
The look he had given you was as sharp as any knife. A pure scowl that was full of all the discontentment in the world. Piercing your lungs and squeezing your guts into a flood of guilt.
"I-I'm sorry - I didn't mean that - I just -"
You tried to call out to him; before his bedroom door slammed tightly shut.
As you showered, you considered the feeling sitting heavy inside of your chest. Empty and aching.
You - you didn't even like him, so why the hell did you feel so bad about confrontation when it came to Beomgyu? You had always bitten your tongue at his snide remarks, the poking. But you just couldn’t do it today.
You didn't even have much time to consider it. The second of your third alarms rang out, tapping your phone with a hurriedly dried hand to quickly cut it off before placing your forehead on the cold shower tiles.
It could only go up from here, right?
—--------------------
Your car wouldn't turn on.
Thrusting the key forward; one, two, three times. Before releasing a small cry and shaking the wheel in desperation.
"Why? Why me?! Today, of all days!! I swear, I'm cursed by this stupid black cat! Handsome fucking - cat boy! Stupid - argh!"
To anyone outside of the car... well they may have called the police.
The small vehicle rocked as you yelled into the (somewhat) private space. Each shout was permeated by the aggressive turning of your keys against the very dead ignition - probably doing more harm than good.
Eventually, you pulled back to slump against the seat, admitting yet another defeat.
Reaching for your phone, you dialled the first number you could think of.
"Kun! Oh my god, thank you for picking up. Please, I need to ask a massive favour -"
At your rushed voice, Kun, your friend of maybe ten years or so, pulled the breaks on the conversation. He knew something was up, simply by you calling him instead of texting.
Who even does that nowadays?
"Woaahhhh there Y/N, good morning - what's up? Did something happen?"
"Yeah - yeah and no, actually. The issue is that nothing is happening... My car won't start - Beomgyu - and then - I don't - it’s all just going wrong, Kun. Sending a friendly SOS. Very much won’t be making it into work without your help."
The light laughter from across the phone pulled your migraine tighter across your head, but you were at least comforted by his silent support.
"You need me to come and pick you up?"
He asked calmly. Ever the rock in a flowing storm. Speaking of; a gust of wind battered the rain against your windshield enough to make you flinch.
"God - yes, yes please! Then we'll both make the briefing! Wet, but on time… at least."
Kun chuckled, confirming your location before hanging up.
—--------------------
The two of you made it into the briefing, barely on time.
Running through the halls in the mandatory but entirely stupid low heels. Cursing every God, Demon and Spirit on Earth for your luck today.
Upon arriving at the office’s car park, the storm outside only seemed to match your inner emotions. It welled, swirled, and looked entirely miserable but angry at the same time, with sharp changes of winds, and heavy downpour matching the ache at your core. You had totally forgotten to bring extra pain medication - and didn’t have the heart to ask Kun.
You and Kun had dashed out from his large Jeep to skid across the car park.
Obviously, your umbrella broke immediately.
But it hurt less as Kun hurried you in, taking the metal cage from you with bubbly laughter and throwing the metal immediately in the trash behind reception, pushing you through the doors to avoid the hawk-like receptionists.
"Jeez, I mean this as your close friend Y/N, but you might want to go clean up -"
Peering at yourself in the shiny plastic noticeboard, you grimaced.
Nodding at the wisdom of your best friend and immediately dashing to the women's bathroom to dab yourself with tissue. Contorting your damp clothes under the hand dryer, and simply begging for the day to get better.
—--------------------
It was within the first 15 minutes of the official meeting that you realised you had forgotten breakfast.
Some people could go without. You were not one of those people on a good day, and with today going the way it was - ah. The first rumble.
Like a beast had just made its way into the quiet room and stomped on the table, demanding 'hear me! I am hunger!'.
You slinked down into your chair, positively embarrassed.
Across from you, a particular Johnny Suh smirked in knowing. He reached forward to tap at his half-closed laptop before a ping made itself known on your own laptop messaging system.
He nodded towards it, before turning his gaze in faux concentration to the projected screen upfront.
Groaning internally at the office hotshot noticing you for all the wrong reasons; you pulled your PC onto your lap, slapping the mute button and - pulling your open coffee cup onto the ground with your momentum.
The one Kun had shoved into your hands outside of the meeting room.
The one he had instructed you to keep a lid on, like your parent.
The men around you whipped their heads on a swivel to see the source of the noise.
The feeling of absolute dread and humiliation washed over you like a cold sweat. What you wouldn’t do to have the earth swallow you whole; bending down to pick up the half-empty cup and release a pent breath.
The guest speaker at the front cleared his throat. Continuing the meeting with enough decorum to exchange a nod with you.
Well, at least the coffee hadn’t - oh. Nevermind.
The hot liquid hitting your sleeve made you jolt, the last of the liquid spilling from the cup and into your upper forearm. You withheld a squeal - only for your face to flush and the cup to hit the floor all over again.
—--------------------
As soon as you hit the third hour of your workday - 11 pm sharp - your phone buzzed from within your bag. A flurry of messages hit your device enough to distract you from the current email draft.
Idiot Feline (Beomgyu) - 4 new messages
Sighing, you pulled the phone fully onto your desk to open it.
- I’m going out to the cafe to see yeonjun
- me and the band will be fucking around for a few hours after. not really sure for how long
- you left your house keys in the kitchen
- text me and I might be able to drop the keys off. or come find me. bye
You’re not sure why, or how, but the dull-sharp tone of Beomgyu’s messages really hit harder than usual today. Maybe it was your hormones, but it hurt to read such an empty message.
The guilt in your stomach twisted into a ghostly kind of pain.
Why should he even say hi? Why should he care how your day was going? After saying what you did to him this morning, his lack of compassion towards your reply was mostly expected.
- ah - thanks for letting me know… I finish at five today - don’t suppose you could get me from work? It would be really appreciated…car broke, had to get someone to drop me in…
His response was immediate. The blue dots flashed up and fizzled out in an angry wave.
- shame. nope, sorry. like I said - we’re practising later. would probably miss your calls/the time anyways. break a window or something, since you’re so big and clever.
You sighed, choosing not to text back.
Leaning forward to flop onto your desk. Closing your eyes - if only for a moment.
Taking a few deep breaths, the bags under your eyes began to feel heavier. The ache in your back just beginning to settle.
But the peace was momentary.
You were at work. There were phone calls to take. Work to be done, and deadlines to be met. Within this soulless shell of an office hall, you could at least ignore the storm outside for a little while.
Basking instead, in the aggressively white installation lights.
—--------------------
Your phone was dead.
Of course, it was. Why wouldn’t it be?
Crying out loud in the staffroom, you willed the swelling of tears back down your throat like a python wrestling to escape your grip.
The door opened, and a familiar - and not so unwanted person - stepped inside.
A certain Johnny Suh.
“Oh - hey Jon. What is it with you and catching me at bad moments today, huh?”
Quickly swiping at your cheeks in case of any escapee tears - you laughed through a sniffle.
Jon sat down opposite you. The large white table reflected his handsome face, but his smile was a lot kinder than usual. He dragged the chair under his legs before laughing and placing a lunchbox on the table.
Huh. That was very - domesticated, for him. You didn’t mean to judge, but he always struck you as more of a pot-noodle kind of guy. Not that there’s anything wrong with pot noodles.
“Hey, Y/N. Not sure, I just have this way with people, sometimes, I guess.”
His smile breached his eyes as he nodded towards your one folded sleeve. Pulling out a fork to prod at - okay, this was getting a little odd. A salad? In a cutesy little pre-made box? That was totally left field from what you were expecting.
“You okay? Didn’t burn your arm or anything?”
His voice brought you back into the room. You shook your head sheepishly, brandishing your arm until he nodded. He was a little - awkward when caught alone, it seemed.
“No, just clumsy today for some reason. One of those days.”
Jon released a sound of understanding.
“Ah - gotcha. Bit of a shit show?”
You pulled back, feeling weirdly comfortable around the guy you had avoided for quite some time. Laughing weakly you nodded, placing your phone down on top of your laptop to massage your temples.
“Yeah - yeah you could say that. Car broke down, my phone just died, and I’ve been typing up an endless report.”
The two of you were oddly compatible, it seemed.
At least, he made you laugh for the first time since 8 am this morning. And that was pure gold. You told him about your morning, while he revealed some details about his life. He came here from America and had a cool family. No partner, but had a cat hybrid called Angel. Cute name.
Eventually, Johnny nodded towards your phone.
“Hey - that’s an old model, right?”
You pulled your spine up straight with a nod, about to explain why you hadn’t been able to buy a new one after adopting Beomgyu before he nodded.
“If you want - you totally don’t have to - I have a charger in my car that’s compatible with that port? I don’t mind taking you as far as the hybrid clinic if you want?”
You almost choked on your coffee (again), wiping your mouth to nod enthusiastically.
“Oh my God - you’re actually kidding me? Yes, please, that would be amazing - but wait, isn’t that the opposite way to where you live? I can ask Kun -”
Jon laughed kindly, shaking his head with a shrug.
“No, it’s totally chill, it’s fine. I need to get Angel from the clinic anyways. That’s on the way to yours, with a slight detour. She’s working part-time there, so, yeah. No worries.”
At his slight wink, you grimaced. You hadn’t been flirted with in years, and it was telling.
He laughed at your expression before you blurted an explanation to avoid offence. But he brushed it off, enamoured by your honesty.
It was different - and he liked different.
—--------------------
You managed to survive the rest of the day relatively well.
At least you had thought - sat snug in the back of Johnny’s lush car, charger stretching from the centre of the vehicle console to your phone.
Leaving it to charge while you chatted with Jon on the twenty-minute journey, until a message dinged on your phone.
Kun - 1 new message
- Idiot !! You left your computer on !!!! And your emails are wide open !!!! Hope you didn’t have anything important on there, with the 12 pm forced shutdown and everything. I at least locked it for you. Lots of love, shit for brains. Call me 😂~
The laughing emoji at the end of the sentence oddly, hauntingly, took your mind back to Beomgyu so early that morning. Or maybe it was the initial ‘idiot’. The feline had claimed that word in your mind, annoyingly. Every time you read it you heard his stupid voice.
Being around Jon - had been the only time in the day where things had actually worked out.
But it seemed like his luck was wearing off.
Groaning, you thumped your head back against the headrest, sliding down the seat. The leather immediately seemed more uncomfortable than before.
Jon laughed softly before peering at you in the inside mirror.
“What? What’s happening now?”
Something about him asking. Something about him taking the time to care. It struck up that deep aching feeling in your gut once more, pushing you to take a few seconds with your eyes closed before releasing a held breath.
“My report - It’s gone. I don’t - I didn’t save it, literally any of it because I was in such a rush to go - I don’t… I’m gonna be in so much shit…”
You forced yourself to clip your voice before you started to sob in the back of the hot man’s car. Dipping your head and masking your face by massaging your skull.
“Y/N - I’m so sorry. That’s so shit. I’ll put in a word for you - honestly, it happens to the best of us. I’m sure they’ll understand!”
Johnny’s attempts at comforting you were… futile.
He didn’t know you.
He didn't know the importance of your document. Nor the time sensitivity. But you were too tired to argue, and too emotionally strung to fully explain. You knew you were homebound to an arrogant boy and journeying through the downpour was nothing but fodder for longing. Longing for it all to stop, so you could simply catch a breath.
Just one day. A few more hours. The weekend was within eyesight.
Defeated once more, you simply nodded.
The next ten or so minutes passed slowly. For the first time in days, the rain was a light drizzle. And the sun was trying its damndest to make an appearance.
The inside of Jon's car smelt like - well, him. A foreign cologne mixed with new-car leather. It was sort of nice. But also very unfamiliar.
You were left feeling alone; in a car, you never belonged in.
—--------------------
Making it to the clinic, Johnny’s companion jogged out to meet your vehicle at the curb.
You were driven down the next motorway before Jon pulled off to let you out. He felt a little mean and apologised profusely, but you shushed him immediately.
Honestly - you were kind of happy to get out of the car.
Jon’s hybrid was lovely. Truly; an Angel.
A cat hybrid whose tawny brown fur matched her pulled back, soft-looking hair. She was pretty, very tall, and had a delicate, twinkling accent. And you got to see a different side to Jon too, if only for a moment.
But that wasn’t what you had noticed, or been shocked by the most, within your brief exchange. You were shocked by her mannerisms.
You understood that every hybrid worked a little differently - but the characteristics were usually the same across the board. The innate, animalistic instincts, that is. But you hadn’t seen a lot of these behaviours before. Something was… off.
As soon as Angel had entered the car, she emitted a strong purr at Johnny’s side hug. Pulling away to quickly scan you before deciding you were trustworthy; smiles and greetings were exchanged.
Beomgyu… had never purred around you.
Come to think of it - Beomgyu had never even shown you his tail.
Angel seemed to groom hers out of habit, the limb resting on her lap as she smoothed and unknotted the fur.
And her ears - Beomgyu always tried to hide his in his messy emo-looking mullet. Or at least, that’s what you came to presume; ogling at the way Angel’s seemed to flick and move about so freely.
—--------------------
Exiting the car, you took the break in the downpour to start quickly walking home. Pushing through the ache in your thighs to cut the distance by as much dry-ness as possible.
It wasn’t until you tugged your bag tightly over your shoulder that you realised you had forgotten your phone on Johnny’s centre console, charger still inserted.
What the fuck was going on with you today?
You couldn’t walk straight, couldn’t keep your emotions in check, couldn’t breathe as you fought the tears blurring your eyes. A certai slurry of grief slamming you like a falling brick wall.
Just another straw on your back.
A stray droplet of moisture hit your nose. Your forehead. Your cheek.
What started as a light drizzle, soon picked up into relentless rain. It took less than a minute, and your skin was already wet to the touch.
You tugged your puffy black hood even tighter around your head. Lungs burning at the effort to not sob pathetically into the middle of the street. Your feet hurt. You were sopping wet. And you had a twenty-minute walk ahead of you, into the outskirts of town.
A soft gust of wind forced you to look away, tucking your chin into the coat even further. When something struck you. The inner lining of the coat smelt familiar - yet, different to your own perfume.
This - wasn’t even your coat?
What? How was that even possible? Did you pick the wrong one up from work?
Confused, you swiped your wet face with your wet sleeve, tugging at the collar until you revealed the inner tag on the side of the hood.
‘Beomgyu’ It read, in neat black sharpie.
Confused. Alone. Shivering, and enveloped by the aura of someone who hated you.
You sort of forgot how to exist for a step or two.
You stopped. Turned to look up and down the empty country road as you considered the bus stop shelter in front of you. It was somewhere past 6 pm, and the autumn sun was on its fast descent into the darkness.
But you needed to stop. Just - just for a moment, a short while. You couldn’t take it anymore. Tired, and lonely. Surrounded by bustling trees and large splatters of liquid splooshing against rivers in the street.
Following the stream up the slight hill by the side of the road, you approached the last dimly lit bus stop before your house. The lighthouse in your washed-up storm. Meekly entering to see nobody present. You crumbled onto the seat inside of the shelter. You were torn between ripping your coat off, taking your shoes off or simply not moving.
Choosing the latter, you took a moment to release some of the tears in debt from the night before. So troubled by something you wanted to forget. Such a stupid, stupid thing to be upset over.
You considered every step of your day. Everything you could have avoided, changed. It was your fault, your mind yelled. You chose bad luck by adopting a black cat, right? No - you argued mentally - you were the issue. Not the person in your home, nor the superstitions.
Everything bad was down to your decisions, and it would be you who had to pick up the pieces.
Alone.
—--------------------
Pulling your body and thrown off items up from the refuge, you followed the street lights of the familiar home-bound path. Numb to the lashing of wind, the coldness of the night seeped into your soul and the jittering of your teeth was violently dimmed by the sound of mother nature's passionate winds.
The house was in sight.
With bare feet - coat and shoes in hand - you continued your slow and defeated pace towards the building.
You almost dreaded entering - the lights inside all switched on alerting you to Beomgyu’s presence - even considering turning away.
But without a phone - your money all on contactless - no keys, and in this state.
Where else could you go?
Stepping into the house entryway, you took a moment to wipe your face.
You weren’t even sure if you were crying anymore. It could have been the rain.
You were dissociative as you knocked weakly at the door. Expecting no answer. You wouldn’t blame him for leaving you outside. It was your fault your day had ended up like this, anyways.
—--------------------
Beomgyu had been trying to reach you for hours.
You never ignored his texts - and for a while, the calls didn’t go through to dial.
But after a good twenty attempts, the call finally went through.
An unfamiliar voice answered. A male colleague. Johnny.
Beomgyu couldn’t help but prickle - this being the last person you had supposedly been in contact with. And as much as he had no right to want you back after being nothing but a nuisance - god, he couldn’t think about you with another man.
After the first hour, he ran circles. Entirely triggered by the ordeal. It took him to his deepest darkest fears trapped inside; but he couldn’t lie to himself. He couldn’t let himself not care. Maybe he had pushed you too far? Had you abandoned him? Did you hate him enough to leave, and never come back? Had he truly hurt you?
He was an idiot. A mean, selfish, stubborn feline. But God, he was still human. And it pained him to think of you stranded and potentially swept away by the storm raging outside. He would take a screaming match over this situation, any day.
He couldn’t leave the house - since you didn’t have a key. And he had no neighbours to leave the key to. The other half of the flat being vacant, and Beomgyu untrusting of strangers. He called his older friend, heart racing as he considered calling the police. You were so - small, and kind - what if someone had taken you?
“Hey, hey, hey, cool off kiddo. I’m sure she’s fine. Maybe she found a lift or something? It’s not too late, don’t panic just yet. She could be walking home.”
Yeonjun had offered over the phone call, shocked by the panic in his friend's voice. It was rare for him to worry about someone so much. The last time he saw Beomgyu so distraught was the last time he was taken back to the adoption centre.
Three years ago, after his owner’s boyfriend fought him over nothing but faux dominance within the home. He was left scared and scarred. Doubting of strangers and prickly to kindness. With that morning being the only time you had ever shouted at him - he was scared of the worst-case scenario.
“You guys had an argument this morning, right? Maybe she went to a friend’s place to cool off. Y’know, like you came round mine today? Give it an hour Gyu. If she doesn’t turn up before eight, we’ll get the boys to help find her. She’s probably fine, I promise.”
The elder fox hybrid did his best to calm him, before he had to go. Leaving Beomgyu to sit anxiously in the silent apartment. Fiddling with his hands, pacing. He just wanted you home.
—--------------------
Around 7 pm was when a weak knock hit the thick wooden front door.
Beomgyu practically leaped from his place on the sofa, padding out to the hallway. Skidding around the corner to reach for the handle and lock, to pull simultaneously.
Not even taking a moment to compose himself, he pulled the heavy door open to see you standing there.
Your makeup had streaked down your face. Hair matted. Body sopping wet. He could hear your erratic heartbeat pressing through your thin fabric, even through the whipping winds.
He could smell the hormones of sadness and fear rolling off of you in waves; like a tsunami flooding the hall.
You were barefoot - and somewhere between your bottom lip wobbling and your shivering body holding his coat, he couldn’t help the anger that washed over him.
For what felt like a millennium, the two of you stood like two rangers, awaiting the other to shoot first. In reality, the time elapsed was less than a few seconds.
But Beomgyu was the first to shoot. And he aimed well.
”You fucking idiot Y/N - would it kill you to be more careful!? Jesus, get inside -”
His large hand gripped at your elbow, pulling you in and past his body in the thin space available.
"Y-Your c-coat-t -" You began to apologise, teeth jittering from the cold
The door slammed shut behind you, Beomgyu snatching his coat from your grip, taking your shoes and throwing them at the doorway.
Anger is a secondary emotion to sadness, and fear. He had felt both today, and he was struggling to temper himself.
You tried your best not to cry. Humiliated, and at a loss.
“Why the fuck did you take my coat?! It’s not even waterproof Y/N - seriously, are you trying to get ill? Is that what you want? To get sick? To get hospitalised because you’re so fucking forgetful!?”
You stifled a whimper, tucking your head down as you shrugged. Gripping at your icy skin.
Beomgyu’s ears flicked up out of his long hair, stunned for a moment. They aimed at your dipped head and the way you swiped aggressively at your weathered skin. The moving water on your cheek - it was tears. Your eyes were pressed shut, hands reaching up to show your palms in defence.
The emotion in his voice ripped through you, pooling water at your feet as you trembled. You were so overwhelmed - couldn’t speak, couldn’t even look at him.
“Please, please can you try and pay a little more attention to things, so I don’t have to worry about your safety all the goddamn time!? Shit, Y/N, what if I wasn’t here? Who - who would have come to find you? Nobody! Don’t do that shit to me ever, ever again! What if you had been taken - or - or hurt in the storm?!”
“I’m sorry, okay. I’m sorry for making you worry. But please stop shouting at me, I - I’m so tired, Beomgyu. A-and I’ve had such a s-shit day… Please...”
The sore heaviness of your words cut short Beomgyu’s breathing pattern. The silence in the hall became so thick you could slice it. The only sound coming from your jittering teeth.
Something painful bloomed in Beomgyu’s chest.
Frowning in an effort not to cry, he let out a sound of desperation.
“You - you pretty idiot, Y/N.”
In the most gentle movement you had ever experienced, Beomgyu stepped forward to carefully cup your face. His warm palms covered your jaw, pushing the hair out of your face before gently kissing your forehead.
“You might be a forgetful clutz, but that doesn’t mean I don’t see how hard you try… Jeez, I've never been more worried about someone in my entire life.”
The world kind of stopped spinning as he showed you how much he cared.
Tilting your head to place a kiss to your lips.
It was pressed, hurried, yet slow and heavy, all at the same time. Weakly, you gripped his shirt, allowing him to lick at your lips, opening them to fully embrace you.
His lips warmed your cold ones, pulling away to wipe at his own face. You reached cold fingertips up to his cheek - it made the area more wet than before, but he smiled, laughing softly.
Shaking his head, Beomgyu stepped you back against the wall, peppering your lips with pecks until his tongue danced with your own. Just happy to be able to hold you.
Beomgyu gripped your thighs, pulling them up around his waist to press you against the wall. Pulling away to check your eyes, pained by the way you avoided him.
He pressed heavy kisses against your neck and jaw as tears slipped over your cheeks, breath wavering - the boy apparently not affected by the feeling of water dripping onto his skin.
He nipped gently at the soft skin of your collarbone, before kissing love bites against your throat. So deliberate, careful and passionate. You considered never leaving, as his hands dutifully held you against his body.
"Why are you crying, Y/N?" He asked gently. He could feel it, the way you ached about something even harsher than getting caught in the rain.
Unable to speak, you carded your hands into Beomgyu’s hair, heart painfully beating at pace with the butterflies sparking up a fire in your belly. He was warm, and smelt like home.
And you never wanted to let go.
“I’m so sorry.” You whimpered, a sob ripping through you.
“I’m a really awful person, and I can’t seem to get anything right. My car broke down, my phone died, I burnt myself, fucked up at work and I've been in so much pain - and so, so hungry - all freaking day. My favourite work blouse is ruined and I just - I'm so sorry, sorry that I'm so useless, that I forget things a-and I drop things, I get tired, and then I shout -”
Beomgyu, surprised even at himself, emitted a deep purr. Pressing your skin between his lips one last time, before relenting the hot and heavy grounding affection to instead rub his nose against your neck, purring gently through open lips.
Seeing you, his person, so upset; it pulled a piece of his spirit apart. Weak at the knees to your pleading for comfort. Even if that wasn’t what you were verbally saying, he understood. Understood the feeling of breaking. But unlike what he had suffered, Beomgyu wasn’t prepared to let you go through this alone.
"I don't - I can't even deal with myself anymore - I don't - I'm so tired Beomgyu that I can't - I won't -"
Rubbing his nose against your damp skin - he stayed silent as he let you cry against his hair. Your sentence was tangled with the garble of pure emotion, unable to do more than choke for breath and release bubbling rounds of tears.
Beomgyu had never scented anyone before. Avoided it out of shyness. But the emotion that washed over him was like a happy full body buzz. Slowly, slowly, you were starting to smell familiar again. The rain dampened the smell of your clothes. Johnny’s cologne mixing with the aroma of a wet electric-fuelled storm. But his gut pushed him to go further. Pupils dilating at the marks blooming against your cold skin.
“Just - shut up.” He whispered, delicately.
“You’re soaking wet, aggressively hormonal, and smell like - well, nothing, but also him. Let me do the talking.”
Weirdly. You knew you were safe with Beomgyu taking control. Considering your entire three months of history together, you should have been doubting the trust you felt around him.
But you knew he was kind, underneath all those protective insults and mean glares. Knew him to boil the kettle after he had used it, leaving hot water for your coffee in the morning. To leave you leftovers, without a word. Love appears in the unspoken corners of a person.
“I’m sor-”
Beomgyu pressed his lips against yours, effectively swallowing the remaining anger between the two of you. Pulling away, his lips brushed your own as he spoke.
“I said - stop, baby. Just - trust me. Trust this. I've got you… Just - I'm happy you're safe… Just let someone else care for you, for once… 'Cause I know nobody else fucking does.”
The tenderness in his voice was entirely new. And for once, he had shown his vulnerability.
And - the pet name. Baby?
If you weren’t crying before, you sure as hell were crying now.
Beomgyu shushed you as he carried you to the shared bathroom - where all of this frustration had started. Running his lips over your exposed shoulder with a hum, as you held onto his neck. Pulling you into him, tight.
You held on with your thighs, gripping his shoulders as he held you to his body, warming to his grace and the hushing of your tears.
Being near him like this - it was so… nice. Strange. But like finding a new path through a forest, you were willing to take the risk for the sake of admiring the scenery. He just fit right.
So used to being shoved away from him or distancing yourself from his annoying anti-socialism. You were starting to believe what you had heard about the healing of purring, as you wiped the tears from your face.
Beomgyu dropped you onto the sink counter. Lacing his fingers between the ones hiding your face, before pulling them back to kiss the edges of your lips. Once, twice. A few more times.
“Come on - clothes off. You’ll get a cold otherwise.”
Despite his nonchalant tone, he didn’t press you. Voice hushed as the pads of his fingers wiped dark liquid from under your eyes.
His hands were waiting at your side as you slipped off the counter.
“Do you need help, babe?” Beomgyu questioned after watching you struggle for a good minute.
Moving away from his body heat had pushed the shivers to become more aggressive, fingers trembling uselessly at the buttons of your fitted trousers.
You paused. Shrugged. Nodded. Shrugged again. Awkward and unsure.
Beomgyu kissed his teeth before going to kneel, making the decision for you.
He moved your hands away to unclasp your fabric trousers, tugging the squelching material from your thighs until he could free your legs completely. A slight embarrassment washed through you, but with the way he averted his eyes, you knew you were safe. Throwing them into a corner, he stood back up, watching as you swiped the damp hair from your face.
“Ok?” He checked, breath bated at your possible rejection. He would die if you pushed him away right now, even if you had every right.
You nodded, falling forward into his chest to wrap your arms around his torso. Slipping off the sink to bury your face into his hoodie.
"Thank you." You sniffled into the fabric of his hoodie, face smushed entirely.
Beomgyu stood, a little shocked, before tugging his arms free, and holding you against his body. As close as you could possibly be. Scrunching up the material just to grip you tighter. He paused his breath, aching at your sniffles against his chest.
"You're - welcome, Y/N -" He mumbled against your hair, voice wavering and tears brimming in his eyes. Smoothing hair from your cheek to rest his face against your own.
“I’m sorry for shouting at you, period, but - you scared me. You scare me. The way you make me feel, it’s so strange… I - I think, I love you, Y/N. Just - please, don’t ever do that again. I- I thought you had run off, that you were in trouble - that I’d have to go back to the shelter - I don’t know…”
Beomgyu’s chest bounced against you as he sniffled away a small cry, pulling you tighter to his body.
“And for god’s sake - don’t go calling other men! I hate it when you stink of other people… It makes me feel like I'm not good enough - that I’m not enough for you… I’m sorry, I just - I’m here for you, always will be. Just because I’m horrible sometimes, doesn’t mean I’m a horrible person. It hurts to see you in pain. Just - please stop crying. It’s making me cry!”
As Beomgyu pulled back a hand to swipe at his own face, sniffling through a forced laugh, you reached to brace his shoulders, leaning to leave a kiss on his neck.
He released an airy laugh, lifting you back onto the sink with welcome strength; following your face with peppered kisses full of intent and playfulness.
Chasing your lips; the tongues caught between each other's teeth reflected how you both felt.
How much you had been hiding from each other. How you yearned to be near him, even if he teased you endlessly. Even if he made you beet red from anger. Three months of pent up emotion releasing unto each other. The fear and love of the two of you trapped on either side a literal storm, coming to fruition.
Beomgyu’s hand soothed over your thighs, pulling away from your face as your cold skin drew his attention. Your fingers combed through the hair at his neck. Soft to the touch. Streaks of white flicked over your hand as you played with it. Pulling it against your knuckles to hear his gentle sigh.
Then, something new flicked in the corner of your vision. Curious, you reached for the felt black ear peeking from the top of his head. It jerked harshly, sensitive to your touch as your cold fingers brushed the tip, sending a shiver down Beomgyu’s body. Namely, straight down his spine and into his crotch.
"Ah- stop, Y/N I’m - nngh, fuck…"
He grit his teeth to resist emitting a ridiculously loud purr as you leaned towards his scalp for a proper angle. You reached for his ear again before he could pull away completely, ignoring his whines of protest.
You tested your lightbulb idea - pinching the inside and the outside of his ear between your thumb and forefingers, to rub the pads of your fingers together with a slight pull away from the skull, very close to the base of the ear. If it was heavenly for pet cats, you expected it to be the same for humans.
It turned out to be almost orgasmic.
Beomgyu moaned softly, eyes fluttering until his forehead flopped onto your shoulder. His voice was so pretty, lips parted as his head fuzzed over. And that purr he had been trying to hold in so desperately, vibrated loudly against your collarbone. His hands rested next to your thighs, as you brushed his hair with the other hand.
He hadn't - nobody had touched his ears like that in years. He had almost forgotten how sensitive they were.
The purring vibrating across your shoulders almost distracted you from the bulge in Beomgyu’s sweatpants. The flush to his cheeks. The way his hands danced at your skin. Almost. But the slower your circular motions, the deeper he seemed to moan. It made you smile, fondly. You were half tempted to push the dynamic - but you were too tired, at least for now.
Relenting your ear-mania, you ruffled his hair back into place with a small smile. Swiping at the last tears from under your eyes.
“Sorry - just always wanted to do that.” You spoke shyly, unsure what to do with yourself now the ball was back in his court.
But - something was different. The way Beomgyu looked back up at you - it was different from before.
You searched his face for more clues as his palm brushed over your thigh, to the edge of your hips until his palm rested against your ribs. His hands moved up, encouraging you to pull the thick blouse over your head. The fabric slopped onto the floor, Beomgyu tossing it into the pile before turning back to you.
Being naked in front of him, like this… Strangely, you were okay with it. And, to add to your newfound joy; he was still purring. Now that - that was something you could get used to.
“Your eyes are different, Gyu?” You asked weakly, voice hoarse from crying.
Your tone, your naivety, the curiosity in place of judgement, his new pet name - it all made his ears fold back until his eyes creased into a sheepish smile.
A natural reaction to your voice, that he was sick and tired of hiding. With a tongue pressed to his cheek he giggled. Opposite to what you had expected - but refreshing.
He pulled you closer by the hips until your noses met and your hips tilted forward, crotch pressed against his. His smile was Cheshire like - pupils blown out wide as he moved to kiss and nip at your jawline.
“I can smell you, baby. It's pretty - sweet, just like you. My eyes dilate when I want to fuck someone, Y/N. And - I can tell you want to fuck me, too. Can tell you really need it, too baby.”
Letting you process what he had so brazenly pointed out, he chuckled at your flushed and abashed expression. The change in pace he kept setting was giving you whiplash - dominant, straight into playful, then back into a steady pace. And it was so unlike him to speak like that - in such a filthy way. But it wasn’t unwelcome.
Your eyes told him all that he needed to know; your eyebrows and nose pulled into an expression of confusion.
“What? They never told you about a hybrid’s sense of smell?” He laughed, poking at you playfully.
Pulling down your brows, you shook your head.
He hummed softly, using his soft hands and pretty fingers to gently slip your left bra strap out of the way. Placing a kiss at the site of the straps indent. Your heart lilted inside of your stomach.
Beomgyu tilted his head curiously.
“Hearing?” He hummed. Tone once again sliding into kindness.
You shook your head again.
“Mmm. That explains - a lot, actually. The past three months have been absolute torture for me.”
Beomgyu pressed his forefinger against your lips as you attempted to speak back; shaking his head with a jeering smile. It wasn’t a dominance you were used to. Somehow stern, yet playful, in the way he moved with you.
Testing the waters - you let your jaw fall enough for your lips to fall open. Beomgyu’s short bout of shock melted into pride; pleased, as he pressed the digit down against your tongue.
It was such an unfamiliar feeling, so unlike anything you had ever done with other people. But despite his teasing, and his insufferable attitude, something told you that you could trust him. Something jittering in your heart like a bird in a cage. A purr rippled across his chest as you sucked, so obviously satisfied.
“We can smell around three times the amount humans can. Hearing, too. Every time you pleased yourself after a long shift - it was torture, babe. I thought you were doing it to - as part of our little game. But, how could you have known? You don't have a mean bone in your body…”
Beomgyu pulled his hand away to exchange a delicate kiss, reaching around to gently unhook your damp bra. Throwing it into the wash bin without moving his gaze.
“So pretty baby, but so cold ~” He purred, fixated. As his hands soothed over your ribs and a thumb brushed the underside of your boob.
A sigh slipped through your lips as he moved to lick against your skin - around your nipple, all over your chest, but not where you needed attention. You whined softly, gaining his attention.
"Gyu - please…"
He peeked back up at you with a guilty, playful look.
“Sorry. You’re just beautiful, Y/N.”
Such an - honest compliment, from him. You smiled, thanking him quietly.
Beomgyu released a yawn, stretching up and away from you suddenly as he turned to turn on the shower. Testing the water with his hand for a while before nodding his head towards the lush rainfall. You thanked yourself for that renovation.
You slipped off the sink, hands covering your chest in modesty. Beomgyu smiled familiarly, ears folding as his eyes crescented. Stepping forward, you pinched his oversized shirt. Tugging the fabric.
He laughed softly, confirming your intentions before reaching to tug it off, throwing it to the corner. Timid, his demeanour curved for a second before you reached to pull him closer for a kiss. He accepted, humming against your lips.
Curious, you spread your hands against his skin. Much to your amusement - his stomach was firm, yet soft.
Unsurprisingly, your hands dipped to his hips next.
Beomgyu was definitely in shape - abs mellowed by his soft honey-coloured skin. But it really showed at his waist. Beomgyu laughed at your eagerness as you smiled back up at him. Willing yourself to calm your heart down as you decided to commit to what was happening.
Your cold hands against Beomgyu made him shiver, moan and purr all in a disjointed rhythm as you dipped under the waistband of his joggers.
He laughed softly, before your hands fully found their way around his shaft, pressing gently just to hear his pretty moan. With flushed cheeks, his jaw slacked. Eyes pulling over a haze as boys do when their body is full of lust.
The steam in the bathroom was quickly rising against the strength of the wall fan, your shivers tempered by the warmth. Your lover's body warmed your hands, overheating for your sake. What a waste of water.
Beomgyu sighed as you worked your hands up and down his cock, reaching to kiss his neck as your thumb swiped the precum down the vein on the underside. Pulling with a slight twist as your tacky foreheads met in the dim bathroom light - not even able to see him fully yet, but thrilled by the weight and length in your hands.
He leaned into your touch until his head became fuzzy, and then he needed to move on. Wanting to get you warm before you did anything together. Selfish, to be selfless.
The kisses on your skin were so kind. Loving. Gentle. As his fingers danced against your hips, before gently cupping you over your underwear. You moaned directly against his ear as he rubbed softly against the fabric and around your clit in a circular motion, the flicking of his ears and a deep purr letting you know how happy he was to hear you.
Finally, as you pressed your thighs together, Beomgyu hooked his fingers into the fabric, slipping them down to your feet. He groaned openly, enveloping you into a kiss before pulling away with your lip between his canines. He had smelt the aftermath or build up of your hormones before - but being the reason behind them made his hands shake in anticipation.
“Your sweats -” You mumbled against his lips, loving the way he smiled back at you. Nodding in glee.
He moved away to fully undress, kicking the fabric away before shyly looking back at you.
You didn’t know where to look.
At his beautiful body as a whole. Pretty cock. Or gorgeous shaggy pitch-black tail.
He watched you with affection as you scanned him, taking a second to return the gesture before your eyes met again. He could tell you had questions, smiling as he brushed the hair off your face.
“Maine coon mix. I prefer to keep it short, otherwise, it’s big, fluffy and annoying as hell. Especially when people call me cute, because of it.”
Beomgyu’s ears twitched forward at your giggles. An ease washing over him, so much happier than when you had come in. And the tears had finally stopped.
“You’re pretty Gyu. Really handsome. Y-you should show it off more often!”
A loud purr sounded as his ears folded, and he nodded shyly. It was so - expressive. His tail. You couldn't stop staring at it. The way it twitched at your voice, curling then unfurling around his ankles.
Beomgyu laughed. Laughed harder than he had all night. But it was all a show; hiding the heat flushing his neck by tugging you into the shower after him.
Holding your wrists as he walked you backwards into the water stream, kissing you under the hot water.
It was thrilling. The feeling of being so surrounded. He moved back to shake his hair, laughing as you splashed him back in the face in retaliation. Only for you to grip his scalp to meet his mouth for a kiss, Beomgyu releasing a loud whine before a beastly purr.
Hair pulling. You bookmarked that for a later date
Somehow - despite your age, and the situation - you ended up fighting. In the shower. What started as innocent water flicks at the other when their back was turned; quickly ended with you, wrists gripped at your abdomen as Beomgyu’s arms flexed to keep you still.
"Stop fucking flicking me with water! I am trying to help you warm up! Not drown in the shower!" He cried, taking the opportunity to bite at your shoulder.
You both laughed until you no longer could, humming as you looked up behind you. Beomgyu rolled his eyes, as a light purr settled against your back.
Dipping his head to meet your lips, he covered your face from the water. Giggling through his kisses at his long hair creating a slight cove in the stream. Something out of an artsy-emo edit, probably.
You didn’t care.
In your heart of hearts, you prayed it wasn’t a one time thing. Part of you could tell - his eyes were following your every movement with a blush to his cheeks - that every second was full of love.
And for once, with a partner, you weren’t nervous.
It’s not that he was totally experienced, but he was prepared to just wait, and to hold you, and to be held. He wasn’t in it just for the outcome. And you never knew sex could be fun; that you’d be laughing as he gripped at your chest, heart warmed through till your skin was on fire.
Beomgyu gently prodded you until your face was out of the shower stream, shoulders pressed against cool tiles. He bit at your lip, pulling it with him as you pushed the hair out of his face affectionately, trailing open mouth kisses down against your collarbone.
The boy was pretty tall. Having to shake out his hair when going to kneel in the restricted space, tail laying over his calves. He kissed down your sternum until he met your stomach, lips paying attention to your hips and hands holding the back of your thighs.
But his ears twitched from the water, pulling away in annoyance.
Reaching over to the water, you turned it down halfway, Beomgyu’s ears folding as he shyly smiled.
“Thanks, pretty girl.” He mumbled against your thigh. “It’ll be good, I promise.”
You weren’t exactly sure what he was referring to, but as he hooked your thigh up and over his shoulder, your heartbeat almost leapt out of your mouth and you had no thoughts to spare.
He placed a pretty kiss to your core, before moving to place deep hickeys to your thighs, winking at you with a grin as his arm wrapped around your other leg. It held you in place as his thumb came from underneath, tapping at your clit to see you jump and squeal.
“Aah!! Gyu! I’m sensitive, don’t be a tease!” Your body flushed as his shoulders shook with his airy laughter. Beomgyu apologised, nipping at your thigh before setting his intent.
He turned his attention to eating you out with more intent than you had ever seen from him.
He started with kisses; testing the waters as he held you still. It was heavenly. Warm lips sucking and licking in a steady pattern, curling the coil in your stomach. Your hands found purchase at his shoulders, watching the water cascade down his beautiful back as your abdomen filled with bumbling warmth.
“Ngh - Gyu -” You whined softly, enveloped by his attentiveness.
He chose not to communicate; instead watching you with curious eyes as he circled your entrance with his thumb, before dipping a finger into your core. Moaning softly, your nails gripped at his skin. After a few pumps, he entered another finger, shallower but curling towards him.
He pulled away for a breath. “You’re so pretty, baby. Try and relax. I love you.”
Licking a long strip against your folds as he moved his fingers at a steady pace, your mind and body fuzzed over almost instantly. He had proclaimed his feelings so confidently, and it sent you for a spin.
You hadn’t even realised you had closed your eyes, but they jumped back open as he hummed against you, pulling away with a pop.
“You should cum first baby. Go on, I can tell you’re close.” His mumbled encouragements were so soft; fingers curling against him as you cried out. Holding on, on, on, on, until you crumbled.
As he pulled away, Beomgyu placed a kiss at the soft of your belly, holding your hips steady before kissing your forehead. Dazed, you melted into his touch.
Loving him just felt right.
Falling against his hold as he spun you away from the stream of water. The shower curtains rustled before his chest pressed against your back. He held you for a moment. Fingers wandering to your chest, nipples rolled against his palm.
The purr was back, against your shoulder blades. Matching how your mind felt as you heard lewd sounds behind you.
“You’re so pretty Gyu…” You mumbled, head resting against the tiles.
You didn’t have to see him to know it. You’d seen him plenty.
Beomgyu kissed your shoulder in response, thankful he was able to hide the smile breaching his hazed features.
Working himself until a point didn’t take very long; having such a beautiful muse made the creation of a boner, pretty damn easy.
“You sure about this, Y/N?”
Beomgyu’s mellowed question pulled you to peer behind, over your shoulder. He seemed worried. That this wasn’t the right decision. That he was showing his vulnerabilities far too soon. His brows were furrowed, inside of his mind.
Leaning back, you left a kiss against his neck.
“I’m sure, Gyu. I want this. Promise.”
That seemed to pull him out of his self doubt. A tender expression breaching his handsome features. Leaning in to kiss you deeply as he held your stomach at a curve, chest pressed against the tiles.
With your legs straight and standing up; Beomgyu hit deep. As he entered you sighed deeply, Beomgyu moaning beautifully. When he bottomed out, your thighs shook in anticipation. He ran his nose at your skin, purring. Taking a moment just to savour this feeling of connection.
After a moment, your shuffles and moans told him when it was good to move. Hands reaching for yours, intertwining between your shoulders and the tiles.
It really didn’t take very long for the whole thing to hit peak. But then; heaven has never had a time limit.
Beomgyu found no need for empty dirty-talk like your past lovers. Instead; the steam, the sounds of pure instinctual love, the shared words of care and devotion, the running water, his soft groans and even your own; it was the best music either of you had ever heard.
Beomgyu continued his steady thrusts, before a slight stutter of his hips threw his rhythm off. Hips hitting hard, deep and heavy until you cried out; Beomgyu cumming with breathless pants. He tried not to collapse from the best orgasm he had maybe ever had - steadying himself before checking on you.
His purr’s were deep against your back, his arms falling to dip his forehead into the crook of your neck and hold you. He pulled his mind out of the gutter, biting at your ear and jaw as he drew you back, via his hold across your stomach. Staying inside of you, he held your wrists up as he met your lips - a kiss full of tongue and teeth, pure filth - before his other hand flicked a quick pace at your clit. The pads of his fingers skilled as your body shivered.
“Quickly baby, com’ on, I know you can do it. Look at you, fucked out and all trembly, just for me. Come on, you can do it. Quickly baby.”
Without any control, still full and clenching around him - sensitive moans sounding from Beomgyu pushing his sensitivity - it didn’t take very long for you to submit to his pleasant pleading, pushing you to come just one more time.
Just for him.
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The two of you did, eventually clean up.
Holding each other for a while before he left you to shower per request; meeting you with a large towel and radiant kisses to wrap you up as soon as you stepped out of the tub.
Things were - going to be okay.
Different than before. But good. You didn’t feel so alone in this big blue storm, anymore.
Of course, some things would never change. Bullying Beomgyu into doing house chores was just another thing left on your list. And your inability to cook left you both bickering over take-out options.
Beomgyu's abs flinched against your cold hands. Body settling again to let you slide your hand under his shirt, pulling the cotton fabric up against your forearm - before pulling back entirely. Legs perched either side of his hips, as he lay lazily lengthways on the sofa.
Beomgyu's ears flicked, a small purr of contentment floating out of his lips.
You were avoiding meeting his face, and so much quieter than normal. He wasn't so sure how to handle you. This new intimacy. He was afraid he would somehow fuck it all up. But he will try his best.
"What is it, Y/N?"
You bit your cheek. Turning your head to avert your eyes as you moved to tug your shirt off, underwear loose but maintaining your modesty as you were otherwise bared.
"I'm cold..." You mumbled, covering yourself with your arms before resting down between his chest and chin. Arms folded between your bodies.
"You're so clingy." Beomgyu laughed. Softly, and for once without menace.
He tried his best to push out a large purr, breathing deeply as your erratic heartbeat began to thump more kindly against his skin. He liked this feeling. Skin against his.
His knuckles soothed down your back as he reached for the throw on the back of the sofa; tucking you between his legs and enveloping you in affection. Tail loosely wrapping around your ankle and resting there.
"You can cry - if you need to, you know. You deserve that. I know you’re still upset, I can smell it hanging over you like a rain cloud. And - I know you don’t know how to explain what is going on in your mind. I’m not very good at talking. So we’re at a stalemate. But - I’ll stay. I promise. I’ll just stay with you, until whatever it is, hurts less. Okay?"
His offer twinged like a hot coil in your gut. Your body went stiff; before a slight shudder and a whimper emanated from the small hole in the blanket. You were crying. Pressing his tongue against his palette, he pushed himself to purr even deeper.
Getting a sore throat was nothing when it came to comforting his person.
He could deal with a sore throat. But he didn’t think he could deal with you being upset for too long, as selfish as that was.
“I’ve got you.” He uttered into the open air.
Your sniffles were masked by insistent pattering thundering rain. Both of your souls were now content; if not in a reasonable amount of pain.
“And I know you’ll have my back too. You always have done."
summary: you pick up the voyeuristic habit of watching your neighbor that never closes his curtains and whose face you never see. on an unrelated note, you start dating the cute barista from down the street that also happens to live in the building across from yours. what could happen?
The first time was an accident. Absolutely and completely an accident.
How were you supposed to just not look out your apartment window at the gorgeous sunset unfurling over the city? And it’s hardly your fault that your eyes were drawn to the glow of a window almost directly across from yours in the narrow gap between your building and the next building of your complex. The window was probably one level below yours, so as your eyes were drawn down toward the warm yellow glow, you could see clearly down into the room.
Most other windows on that building facing you were dark, curtains drawn or nobody home, but this window was illuminated, eye-catching.
And the windows in your building as well as in that one across from you were all floor-to-ceiling windows, giving you a wide view. You only gave that window a cursory look, able to make out a tiny stretch of floor and then approximately the bottom half of a bed. And a man lying naked on that bed, his head out of sight of the window, but the rest of him definitely within sight. Particularly, what drew your eye the most was the placement of his hand, stroking away on his erection.
i really dont understand how the large majority of kpop smut is het but then when it comes to like fan promoted "kpop" p*rn its all gay?
it just gives very conflicting vibes,, like you're reading self/peer made content that is catered to you and then in the same breath consuming soley gay visual p*rn... it just feels like fetishisation (of particuarly gay asian men) or something dont attack me
mfm threesome, fwb!yeonjun, crush!soobin, making out, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, mild male x male interactions, vaginal penetration, blowjobs / deepthroating, mild size kink, mild humiliation kink (mostly internalized), yeonjun manhandles soobin & reader a bit, soobin is called “bunny” quite a bit, reader is called “baby” “good girl” & “princess”, finger sucking, doggy style, spit kink, cum eating, multiple orgasms, spanking, groping, nipple play, protected sex 👍🏻, dirty talk, mild hair pulling, mild masturbation, bulge kink, mild mention of overstimulation
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posted: january 21, 2022
It was a Tuesday afternoon, after a long morning full of classes and no coffee, that you had ended up at Yeonjun’s dorm. You had informally met Yeonjun on the first day of your History 214 class, admiring his good looks from across the room instead of paying attention to the syllabus. It wasn’t until a week later, when your class was given the first assignment of the semester, that you formally introduced yourself. He had sat in the seat next to you, which was great until you dropped your pen between the two of you where you couldn’t reach it. Your heart started beating fast as he glanced between you and the pen before leaning down to pick it up for you. He extended his hand and offered it to you with a friendly smile.
“Here you go . . . “ he trailed off, not sure of your name just yet.
“________.”
“________,” he repeated, tasting the syllables on his tongue. The first time he ever got a taste of you, “That’s a pretty name, for a pretty girl.”
You swore your stomach flipped, and you almost forgot how to respond, “Th-thanks.”
He looked back to the professor who was wrapping up class for the day. He dismissed you, and while everyone started to pack up their things, Yeonjun turned back to you, “Um, ________? Are you any good at History?”
You weren’t expecting the question, so it took you a second to recall whether you were good at History or not. You couldn’t think straight with those pretty brown eyes staring at you expectantly, “Decently, I guess. I’ve gotten Bs and Cs?”
He nodded, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip before he asked, “I’m a little embarrassed to admit I’m terrible with it. It’s all so boring to me. But, uh, if you wouldn’t mind, would you be able to help me with our assignment? I don’t know shit about the Sampo Invasion.”
You didn’t either, but you would agree to anything if it meant you could talk to him a bit longer, “Uh, sure, I’m free after three today if you want to meet up.”
“Perfect. Let’s exchange numbers. I’ll text you the directions to my dorm. We can work there.”
Only you didn’t work on your assignment. Well, you had started on it, but it wasn’t long before Yeonjun sweet talked you onto your back on his bed. Not that you minded, because he was . . . amazing. So amazing that you met up several times over the course of two weeks to continue your sexual rendezvous. There was no talk of where it was going or what either of you wanted out of these meetings. It seemed to be an unofficial “let’s just meet up, fuck, and act normal everywhere that isn’t Yeonjun’s dorm” kind of thing. And for a while it was really nice . . . and easy.
That was until you met him.
You met Soobin by chance in the library one day. You were walking through the main hall, too busy texting your best friend to see that you were about to run into Soobin, who was distracted by the club events poster on the wall to notice you walking into him. Your phone and the coffee cup in your other hand were jostled, the foam cup’s lid popping off and spilling its contents all over his shirt. Some of it had gotten on your clothes as well as his pants and the floor. You profusely apologized—both for running into him and ruining his outfit. When he in turn apologized for not paying attention and insisting you were fine, that was when you realized just how sweet he was.
He shyly avoided eye contact for the first few minutes of your interaction, insisting on helping you clean up the mess you made on the floor. He discarded your cup into the trash can while you went to the front desk for paper towels. Together, the two of you wiped up your spill.
“I’m so sorry I ruined your shirt,” you apologized for the third time, worry forming lines between your brows. He looked up at you and smiled, displaying his dimples to you for the first time. You felt your heart flutter behind your ribs.
“It’s fine, really.”
“Well, at least you’re probably going to your dorm, right? You can change out of it,” the thought made you feel a bit better.
“I actually have two more classes, but I’ll be fine. It’ll dry,” he realized as soon as he spoke that he shouldn’t have. Because now you were intent on getting him a new shirt. You wouldn’t let him sit in two more classes with a coffee-soaked shirt; that’s just unacceptable.
So, after several minutes of you persisting, he finally resigned. You walked with him to one of the university’s few campus shops, letting him pick out a shirt of his choosing to replace the one you stained. Of course, he went for one of the cheapest ones he could find.
“Thank you,” he mumbled gratefully as you handed him the shirt after paying for it.
“It’s the least I could do,” you half-smiled.
“Well, I feel bad that you wasted your coffee. I know it’s not cheap, especially on campus,” and he wasn’t lying—the large cup you got was nearly six dollars, “I should buy you a new coffee. Then we’ll be even.”
You shook your head, knowing the game he was playing, “No, you don’t owe me anything.”
“Please? I do feel really bad. It didn’t look like you drank much of it.”
You hadn’t even taken a sip yet, actually, but he didn’t need to know that. A defeated sigh left your lips, “Fine, but not today. I have to meet my friend to study.”
“Well, could I get your number? We can meet up one day at any café of your choosing. My treat,” he smiled with those damn dimples again. You couldn’t say no.
“Sure, but before I give you my number, I’d like your name first.”
He chuckled, “I’m Soobin.”
And thus began your . . . situation with Soobin. You weren’t quite sure what you and Soobin were. You two started hanging out a couple days a week and texting throughout the weeks after you met. You would say you were just friends, but the way your heart melted when he smiled or complimented you proved what you felt for him was more than friendship. The two of you had also kissed, only once. It was the last time you two had hung out. He took you out to get dinner, and when he walked you back to your dorm, he asked if he could kiss you. You could only dumbly nod before leaning up to meet him in a sweet, chaste kiss.
It was amazing. He was amazing.
So you were confused when you didn’t hear from him after that. A couple days passed, and you hadn’t received a text. You didn’t see him in the places you usually did. You were left to wonder if maybe you did something wrong or gave a wrong impression. So, on a Thursday morning you texted him and asked if he was busy.
you: we could meet at the library café if you’re not. my treat? :)
soobin ☕️: i have to study. maybe next time.
Your heart sank, but you accepted his answer. Feeling lonely, you decided to text Yeonjun. Maybe he’ll be able to meet later.
you: hey, are you gonna be busy later?
yeonjun 🔥: gotta study :/
you: maybe i could help ;)
yeonjun 🔥: i’m actually not half bad at math, but thanks babe. i’ll see you tomorrow
Okay, now you were feeling crummy. Since when did Yeonjun turn down the opportunity to fuck? You felt like something was off, but you weren’t sure what. Nonetheless, you finished up your breakfast and headed to your first class of the day. You could worry about those boys later.
On that same Thursday morning, while you were waiting in line at a campus café for your bagel and coffee, Yeonjun was flipping through the hangers in his closet for a shirt to wear.
“What time is your class again?”
His best friend sat on his bed, barely paying attention to him. When he realized he spoke, he stuttered to answer, “Oh, uh, n-not ‘til ten.”
Yeonjun looked over at the younger boy, sighing, “Is it that girl again? What’d she say?”
Soobin’s face showed his visible frustration as he finally looked up over his phone, “She asked to hang out.”
“Okay, so when are you hanging out with her?”
“I told her I was studying,” he admitted, a pout on his lips.
“Are you still hung up over you kissing her?” Yeonjun rolled his eyes as he swiftly pulled off the shirt he was wearing to change into the one he picked out. Soobin was thankful his gaze moved away from his friend’s torso before he noticed it.
“Yeah, I just- She didn’t really acknowledge it. Like, after it happened, we just kind of talked like normal and I left. What if she doesn’t like me like that?” he vented, twiddling his thumbs over his phone.
His friend pursed his lips in thought, eyes scanning his room for his backpack before giving up to continue his conversation, “Well, obviously she does if she kissed you back, right?”
Soobin shrugged, “I don’t know. I really like her.”
Yeonjun sadly half-smiled. He didn’t like seeing his friend so upset, especially over some mystery girl he didn’t get the pleasure of knowing the name of. He decided to tease Soobin into finally giving it up, “You must not like her enough to let me know her name. You knew the name of my girlfriends.”
“I don’t know the names of your hook ups,” Soobin countered, trying to come off as equally challenging.
“Those are hook ups though, you don’t need to know their names,” he scoffed as he joined him on the bed. He reclined back on his pillow, legs resting over Soobin’s thighs.
“I don’t know, you’ve been hooking up with that one girl a lot lately. You don’t usually fuck around with the same one this long. Got something you want to tell me?”
Yeonjun rolled his eyes again, but this time a small smile played on his lips. Truthfully, he didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t sure if he knew what he felt about her, “Hey, don’t avoid the question. What’s her name?”
Soobin’s lips screwed up into a pressed line, annoyed that his friend was still pressing. He sighed, “________.”
Yeonjun felt his skin crawl as your name left his lips. Before he knew it, he was sitting back up, making Soobin look at him with wide eyes, full of confusion, “What?”
The older boy swallowed the nerves building in his throat, clearing it as he thought of how to carefully go about this, “When did you say you met ________?”
The light in Soobin’s eyes shifted as he pieced together why Yeonjun would be asking that. And he couldn’t believe it, “How long have you been fucking her?”
He wasn’t necessarily angry, but his demeanor sure gave that impression. He got up from the bed, unintentionally shoving Yeonjun’s legs off of him so he could stand in the middle of the slightly cluttered room. All his friend could do was sit there and watch him wallow in despair at his expense, “A little over a month.”
Soobin exhaled shortly through his nose. He beat me to her, he thought.
“Well, I’ve only been talking to her for a few weeks,” he accepted his defeat, knowing he had no chance with you if it was Yeonjun you were fucking. Your standards were too high.
Meanwhile, Yeonjun’s heart was aching for his best friend. He knew how sulky Soobin could get, and he didn’t like seeing him like that, especially if he was heartbroken. As much as he liked you—though he wasn’t entirely sure if he liked you platonically, romantically, sexually . . . all three?—Soobin was his best friend, and he was determined to help him.
Just as he was about to speak, his phone pinged with a text, so he grabbed it off his nightstand. When his eyes caught your name on his screen, he fidgeted, and Soobin noticed.
“It’s her,” Soobin said it as more of a statement than a question. He knew. He just didn’t want to believe it.
“Yeah. She wants to know if I’m busy too.”
He quickly typed back the same excuse about needing to study. When you pressed further, he simply averted it and left the conversation there. Then he got to thinking.
“Soobin, what’s your worry with _______?” he asked, causing his friend to cut his pacing across the floor short. He noted the way he tucked his uniquely-curled lip between his teeth, gnawing on it with anxiety.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, why are you so hung up over the idea that she doesn’t like you?”
Soobin looked at him as if it was a stupid question, “Because, she’s having sex with you, and other people for all I know.”
Come to mention it, Yeonjun wasn’t sure if you were sleeping with other people. The two of you always used protection and you were on the pill, so he didn’t feel the need to ask, “Soobin, that doesn’t necessarily mean she doesn’t like you. She just got out of a relationship three months ago. Maybe she’s just not ready for another one so soon.”
His friend nodded slowly, taking his words to heart. Surprisingly, they made him feel a bit better. He vividly remembered you mentioning that you had broken up with your boyfriend of ten months just a few months ago. He remembered being morbidly happy because it meant you were available. Ever since then he daydreamed about asking you out, among other things. Why did he have to fuck it up by asking to kiss you? It wasn’t like you two were dating. He mumbled, “You’re right.”
“I’m-“ he started to speak again, but hesitated. The expecting look Yeonjun gave him made him freeze up. But with one quirk of his brow and a slight nod, Soobin found himself continuing, “I’m also kind of insecure. What if she doesn’t find me, like, sexually attractive?”
“I don’t see why she wouldn’t,” Yeonjun replied, shrugging. The smallest hint of a smirk toyed at his lips when he noticed the light flushing of his best friend’s cheeks. Cute. “But I guess you’ll never find out if you don’t try.”
“Try?”
“To fuck her,” Yeonjun emphasized, finding the widening of his friend’s eyes adorable. “I know you jerk off to the idea of it, and I don’t blame you. She’s great in bed.”
Soobin tried to ignore the heat of jealousy that lit up his chest, opting to imagine it. Yeonjun had a nice physique, and while he didn’t know what yours looked like under your clothes, he did have a nice guess in his mind. He pictured your two bodies clinging to each other and meeting in the center as his best friend fucked the girl of his dreams. Your sweet, soft moans mixed with his rugged, deep breaths. The thoughts consumed him until his eyes glazed over, and Yeonjun watched him with adoration before regretfully ruining his vision.
“Do you want me to help you?”
Soobin readjusted his weight on his feet, becoming antsy about what Yeonjun had in mind, “How would you help me get with her?”
“Well, I have an idea,” he started, “She’s less likely to fuck you if you just propose the idea to her or come onto her. So, maybe if you happened to be with us when we-“
Soobin was already shaking his head. Honestly, Yeonjun was speaking out of his ass for the most part. He had no clue how you would react to Soobin professing his crush to you or the desire to fuck you. A big part of him just wanted to watch it unfold. His favorite fuck buddy and his best friend. It made him hard like he never thought it would.
“No, I can’t do that. It would be weird,” Soobin refused, but his unconvinced expression slowly morphed into one of conversion. His eyes lifted to meet Yeonjun’s, “Right?”
“Only if you make it weird,” he shrugged, looking more hopeful about the outcome than Soobin, “You never know, she might be into both of us.”
Both of us? the thoughts echoed in Soobin’s head, making his blood rush to a place he wished it wouldn’t.
“Alright . . . What’s your plan?”
“Well, first, there’s one thing,” he said, lightly chewing on his bottom lip in thought before continuing, “I’m sure she doesn’t know that we know each other. It might overwhelm her if we both go to her at the same time, so this is what we’ll do . . . “
You spent the entire morning bored out of your mind. Your classes barely kept you interested—you found more entertainment in spinning the tip of your pencil in circles over your blank notebook paper, making patterns with the graphite streaks. It felt like the day would never end until finally you went on your lunch and a text had sprung up on your screen.
yeonjun 🔥: hey, my plans ended up changing. still wanna hang out?
Maybe it was desperate of you, but you didn’t care. You picked up your phone and quickly replied, your fingers flying over the keyboard.
you: sure! what time?
yeonjun 🔥: could i meet you at yours for 4?
Four o’clock was such a long time away, five hours to be exact, but you supposed it would give you ample time to get some homework done, freshen up, and get cute for him. So you agreed.
you: that’s perfect, i’ll send you my floor & room number!
At 3:55 you were sat on the edge of your bed in your dorm room, sock-covered feet swinging about a foot over the floor. You made sure not to waste any time after you were done studying at the library, hurriedly getting to your dorm to take a shower. When you were done you changed into simple black panties, a random graphic t-shirt, and a black, flowy skirt that fell at your mid-thighs.
Then you just . . . waited.
Finally, right on time, a knock came at your door, and you all-too-happily jumped up from your bed to go answer it. Your hand wrapped around the knob, and you took a deep breath for some added confidence before opening the door. Yeonjun stood in all his glory, in a simple pair of ripped jeans, a black muscle top, and some sneakers. Because of his sleeveless shirt, his lean muscles were on full display and you had to stop yourself from staring at them.
“Hey,” he smiled, waiting patiently for you to let him in.
“Hey,” you repeated back, stepping out of the way for him to come in before closing the door, “I, uh, hope you don’t mind the mess. I didn’t have a chance to clean it up this week.”
Yeonjun found your overthinking cute, and it was definitely unnecessary, because your room was probably the neatest one he had ever been in on campus. Sure, there was a little pile of dirty clothes in the corner, some crumpled papers on your desk, and a few empty snack wrappers—but other than that, it was almost pristine. He helped himself to sitting on the bed where you had previously sat. He took his wallet and keys out of his pocket and gently set them aside on your desk that was within arm’s reach. You had been messing around with him for over a month now, but you still found his nonchalant behavior so attractive. He seemed to always know what he was doing and/or wanting, and you admired that.
“I don’t mind,” he said, unconcerned, “Your room is actually really neat. It’s cute, just like you.”
Your cheeks swelled with a forming smile and matching warmth, and he couldn’t help but find himself repeating the word in his mind. Cute. He was slowly realizing that was his type: cute people.
“Do you have any condoms? I forgot mine,” he admitted, reminding you that he was here to do something and not just for you to ogle at.
“Oh, yeah!” you nodded, “In the drawer right there, they’re in a pink box.”
Yeonjun leaned over to the desk, opening the slim top drawer just below where he rested his belongings. Inside was a small, pink vibrator and a matching pink box with no markings to indicate what it was. His eyebrows raised with interest at the toy, and he stifled the urge to picture you using it. Instead, he picked up the box as you sat beside him on the bed, your thighs pressing together while you thought about what was to come. It had been a few days since your last tryst with him, so you were a little antsy. His lithe fingers popped the box open and he scooped up a handful of them before closing the box, putting it back in the drawer, and shutting it. He kept one tinfoil package in his hand and let the other two fall onto the desk top.
“Damn, Yeonjun, how many times do you plan on fucking?” you asked, laughing off the nerves building up in your throat. You were extremely horny, too, but was he really planning on going for three rounds? You didn’t even realize he had that much stamina. The most he’d ever cum in one session was twice.
He set the condom to the side and looked to you with amusement in his eyes. He beckoned for you to get closer, his hand reaching up to brush your hair behind your ear before holding your cheek as he pressed a kiss to your lips. You felt his other hand touching your thigh right above your knee, giving it the lightest squeeze. The moment was interrupted by his phone letting out a short buzz. A text message.
You playfully pouted, and he apologized before checking it. He typed something back to whoever texted and then turned it on silent mode, “Where were we?”
You didn’t have to answer because his lips were back on yours and his hand was on your thigh, only this time it was higher. You noticed he was moving a bit slower than usual. Normally his kisses would start off passionate and fizzle into something slower and less urgent. It felt like he was prolonging the act.
You hummed into his mouth as his hands encouraged you to straddle him, your knees on each side of his lap. Just as you were resting your bottom on the top of his jeans and your kiss was getting heated, there was a soft series of knocks on your door. Yeonjun’s lips paused on yours.
You weren’t expecting company, and the floor monitor never did room checks at this time. If it was one of your friends or somebody else, then you dreaded opening the door. You whispered to Yeonjun about staying quiet and they would go away, but another few knocks soon sounded against the door. You apologized, but Yeonjun didn’t seem fazed in the slightest. In fact, he eased himself on the bed as if he was more relaxed now than before.
“It’s okay, you can go answer it.”
You climbed off of his lap with a small huff of annoyance, adjusting your skirt and smoothing out any wrinkles before walking up to your door. You grabbed the knob and twisted it, opening the door only a little bit so whoever was there wouldn’t see the boy who wasn’t supposed to be in your dormitory. To your absolute disbelief, it was a very familiar face, but one that you weren’t expecting in the slightest. You instinctively found yourself closing the door a bit more to ensure he wouldn’t see the other boy sitting on your bed.
“Hey, Soobin,” you greeted, your tone practically dripping with guilt, “What are you doing here? I thought you were studying?”
“I know,” his voice matched the expression on his face in the regard that it seemed doubtful and uncertain.
“How did you know what room I was in?”
Soobin’s doe eyes looked down at you with an emotion you couldn’t quite read, but his next words had you frozen in your spot, “No, _______, I meant I know Yeonjun’s in there.”
Your eyes went wide, and your tongue felt heavy in your mouth. You weren’t in any way exclusive with Soobin or Yeonjun, so why did you suddenly feel ashamed? Why did you feel like you had been caught in some sort of lie? Why did you have the urge to run away and not come back until you knew they were both gone?
“Can I come in?” he asked, taking you out of your racing thoughts. Maybe you were too stunned to think straight, but you moved back and let him walk past you. You hesitated before shutting the door quietly and clicking the lock into place. When you turned back to your room, Yeonjun was still in his spot, looking calm as ever, and Soobin was standing awkwardly in the center of your room.
“So, you two know each other?” you broke the ice, saying the first question of many that came to mind.
“Yeah,” Yeonjun answered, “We’ve actually been best friends for years now.”
“Wait, so how- You-“ you shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts enough to speak one at a time, coherently, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“We just found out,” Soobin felt the need to explain himself, “This morning.”
“Okay,” you slowly stepped closer until you were a few feet away from the both of them, a triangle of tension between the three of you, “Well, Soobin, I understand if this makes you not want to talk to me anymore. And I’m sorry if this messed up anything in you guys’s friendship. If I would’ve known, I wouldn’t have-“
“_______, it’s okay. Breathe,” Yeonjun reassured you, sitting up to look at you seriously. He wanted you to understand what he was saying, “Listen, we actually planned this, because Soobin didn’t speak up before . . . but he really likes you.”
You turned your innocent, saddened eyes up at him, getting the same look right back. There was never a doubt in your mind that Soobin was attractive. Ever since you dumbly spilled your coffee on him, you thought he was a cute guy who was really nice and fun to hang out with. When he kissed you, you should have taken his feelings to heart and cut off whatever this was with Yeonjun, but you didn’t. And it made you feel even worse than you originally did knowing the two were best friends, “You do?”
“Yeah,” he admitted, half-smiling sheepishly.
“I like you, too, b-“
“But you like Yeonjun.”
“No, it’s not like that-“ before you could finish, you looked to Yeonjun. He didn’t have any specific emotion on his face, but you still stammered for an explanation, “I mean, yes, I do, but we’re not exclusive. And neither are we, so I figured it was okay. I realize now that might not have been the smartest decision in hindsight. I’m sorry.”
Yeonjun reached out and took your hand in his, caressing the back of it, “Don’t be sorry. Like I said, it’s okay. We’re not mad at you.”
“You’re not?” you asked, glancing between the both of them. Why on Earth were they so calm right now? In the movies, if a guy found out his best friend was fucking the girl he liked they would fight and argue about it. What was going on?
“No, we actually wanted to talk to you, because we have a proposition for you,” Yeonjun did most of the talking, articulating everything seamlessly while his best friend stood to the side with no idea of what to add. He was afraid if he spoke it wouldn’t come out right, so he let Yeonjun lead, “But only if you consent to it.”
This couldn’t be going where you thought it was. Right?
“Okay,” you replied slowly, taking a seat beside Yeonjun. You patted the spot on the other side of you, offering it to Soobin so he wouldn’t look so out of place anymore, “What is it?”
“Well, Soobin really likes you,” he repeated, “And he hasn’t been in any kind of relationship in months, especially a sexual one.”
Soobin’s ears were turning red, making Yeonjun stifle a smile as he continued. This was definitely going where you thought it was.
“So, we were wondering if you would want to be with the both of us, maybe just this once.”
You could hear your heart pumping so loud in your ears that for a moment it was the only noise you could hear, “At- At the same time? Like a . . . threesome?”
Soobin’s bottom lip was tucked between his teeth as he gnawed on it out of nervousness. His body was riddled with anxiety, and it showed in the way his foot was bouncing and his fingers were twirling a loose thread on his pants. Yeonjun, on the other hand, was poised as if he was offering you a job position. All he needed was an answer: yes or no.
“Yeah, only if you’re completely comfortable with it.”
Not once in your whole life did you ever think you were going to get the opportunity to have a threesome—with two extremely attractive guys at that. You didn’t have experience with such a thing, so you were nervous. But college was all about experimentation, right?
“I think I’d be up for it,” you nodded slowly, looking down at the floor to gather your thoughts. If you looked at either of them you were certain you would lose your concentration, “It’s just that I’ve never been a part of a threesome before. I’m not quite sure how they work.”
“Neither have we,” Yeonjun said reassuringly, “But I think communication is key. Soobin and I discussed some stuff for each other beforehand. We can talk about anything you’re cool with or against before we start. Are you sure you want to go through with this?”
Honestly, since he brought it up, the idea was playing in the back of your hand like a movie scene. You knew what Yeonjun was like in bed already: attentive, rough, thorough, intimate. But you knew nothing about Soobin’s sexual prowess, and it excited you. You wanted to know what made him tick, what got him going, what he was capable of doing to you.
“Yes.”
“Good.“
You hadn’t noticed Yeonjun’s hand on your thigh until it was massaging the inner part of it. You looked up to see his face close to yours, and before you knew it, your lips were colliding in a tender kiss full of lust and tongue. The moment didn’t last long, though.
“I need to go to the bathroom for a minute,” Soobin’s words were rushed before he quickly stood up and all but ran to the door. He fumbled with the lock before finally pulling the door open and leaving, shutting it with a deafening sound.
You called out to him, worried, but Yeonjun held you back from following him, “He’ll be okay. He’s just nervous. Like I said, it’s been a while since his last time. And it’s his first time with a guy.”
“Not yours?” you asked.
“Well, my first time having sex with one, yeah. I’ve made out with guys before though,” he confessed, and for some reason the imagery had you growing wet already. “We already decided we’re not doing any penetration with each other, just because so much is going to be happening already. I don’t want him to get too overwhelmed.”
You admired his thoughtfulness towards Soobin; you could see how much he really cared about him. You did, too, which is why you felt the need to ask, “Are you sure he’s okay with this?”
Yeonjun nodded, but he thought back to when Soobin mentioned he was insecure because of him, “I’ll go talk to him.”
With that, you were left in the room while the two boys reunited in the bathroom. Yeonjun knocked on the door, “Soobin, let me in.”
There were no words spoken before the door was opened and Yeonjun slipped in. Soobin shut the door and returned to holding his hands under the cold, running water. Yeonjun could tell how flustered he was from the pink hue at the tips of his ear and the apples of his cheeks. Even his knuckles were blushing.
“Soobin-“
“I know, Yeonjun. I’m pathetic. You don’t need to rub it in my face,” the younger boy’s voice was laced with venom, making his friend wince.
“I wasn’t going to call you that, you know I wouldn’t. I wanted to make sure you were okay. ________ and I were both worried about you,” he explained, leaning next to him against the sink as Soobin brought his cold, wet hands up to his face. His hope was that the cool touch of the water would quell the heat in his skin.
“She was?”
“Yeah, I can tell she really likes you, too. It seems like she’s into this. I’d hate for you to miss out on it,” he said with utmost sincerity. Yeonjun’s caring eyes watched Soobin’s in the mirror. He observed the way his Adam’s apple shifted under the skin of his throat. A chill ran down Soobin’s spine from the boy’s gaze on him. He cleared his throat.
“I can’t help but feel out of place, Yeonjun. It’s been so long for me, and the two of you already know what each other likes. And I don’t know where to start in a situation like this.”
“And what did I say? Communication is key. We’ll talk everything out,” he put a reassuring hand on Soobin’s lower back. After a few moments of comfortable silence, in which Soobin took the time to calm his nerves, Yeonjun asked, “Are you ready?”
Soobin returned and sat on the bed again once the door was locked. The taller boy apologized for running out and explained that he was just nervous. When you told him you understood and reassured him that you were excited to do this with him, it helped him a lot. You wanted him there. That’s all he needed to know.
The three of you discussed having a safe word and what was off limits. Then, when everything was settled, an awkward silence fell over the three of you. Yeonjun, the apparent ring leader, was the first to break that silence.
“Well, then, should we get our pretty girl ready?” Yeonjun looked to Soobin, but your face was the one to heat up at his words. Soobin innocently smirked, nodding before looking at you. You weren’t sure who to look at, but you felt like Soobin needed a boost of confidence. So you turned to him first, your hand resting on his shoulder before you leaned in to plant a chaste kiss against his cheek. You let out your first, tiny moan as Yeonjun’s fingers teased you under your skirt and over your panties. The fingertips rubbed your slit through the material.
Your grip on Soobin’s shoulder tightened and when he noticed what Yeonjun was doing, something inside of him seemed to snap. He was so horny, and he was set on you. His lips awkwardly pressed against the corner of your lips before capturing them properly. His curved lips slotted against yours, moulding to them in a sequence that was really nice; it added to the pleasure of Yeonjun’s teasing between your thighs.
“Use your tongue, Soobin,” Yeonjun instructed, making the both of you pause. Before either of you could do anything, his finger ran over your clit and had your lips parting for a moan to escape through them. Soobin took the chance to do as his friend said, pushing his tongue through your lips until it touched yours. His warm breath mingled with yours, and the next moan to fill the room was his own.
“There you go,” Yeonjun whispered against your shoulder as he pressed a kiss there over your shirt. His lips trailed from your shoulder to your neck where his full lips began leaving pink marks while you and Soobin made out.
The younger of the two quickly became more attuned to you, his hand sweetly holding the side of your neck that wasn’t being marked up. His lips melted with yours in a fiery match, small grunts of arousal leaving the two of you. Yeonjun continued to move his fingers between your legs until your underwear was soaked through. A smirk played on his lips while he kissed your throat.
“Lay down for us, _______.”
Soobin’s lips detached from yours with a tiny string of saliva connecting the two of you. His eyes were fixated on it, and his mouth slacked. It was all he thought about as Yeonjun guided you to lay back on your bed. You thanked the heavens that your parents managed to fit your queen size bed into your dorm, because a twin would not be ideal for this situation. Your head rested against your pillows as Yeonjun parted your legs slightly. You reached down, taking the waistband of your skirt in your hands, preparing to pull it off.
“No, leave it on,” Yeonjun said, “You look so hot in it. Doesn’t she, Bin?”
Soobin couldn’t think straight, so he just nodded at the mention of his name. He was too busy looking under said skirt to do anything else, “Yes.”
You flushed under their stares. Yeonjun reached under the skirt, grabbing your panties and sliding them down your thighs until they were off of you. They joined the pile of dirty clothes in the corner, and then your legs were being spread again. Yeonjun lifted the skirt up enough to show off your weeping heat. Soobin felt himself growing hard in his pants, and painfully so. He gulped.
“Why don’t I show you how to please her?” Yeonjun looked up to Soobin, smirking when he saw the horny, dazed look on his face. Poor baby has been deprived for so long.
Soobin agreed, kneeling beside him. Yeonjun was lying on his stomach, his face between your thighs. This was an arrangement you were used to, his lips on your folds and his cheeks against your thigh. It was just strange having someone watching him do it so closely, but it was a good strange. The kind that had your toes curling and your thoughts swimming.
“Pay attention, Bin. She loves it when I suck her clit like this.”
Yeonjun latched his lips around your clit, making you close your eyes as a moan ripped through your throat. Soobin smiled at the sound. Everything you did had an affect on him. Yeonjun continued to suckle your sensitive bud as his fingertips rubbed through your slick lips. Another, louder groan fumbled out of your mouth as he stuck his middle and ring finger into your hole. Now, he was licking your clit at a matching pace to his fingers. You whimpered out his name, and Soobin’s hazy smile faltered. He wanted it to be his name that you moaned.
“Wanna try?” Yeonjun paused, resting his cheek against your mound, not caring that your arousal was smearing his cheek. His eyes met Soobin’s and Soobin swore his dick twitched, but he wasn’t sure from what. Maybe it was everything that got him so worked up.
“Mhm,” he hummed, lying down on his stomach to take Yeonjun’s place between your thighs. The older boy took your thigh in his hand and carefully spread you some more. Your messy, sticky folds pulled apart and Soobin took in the pink, puffy sight with desire in his eyes. There was nothing stopping him, and yet he couldn’t move. He was frozen.
“Soobin, please touch me.”
Your whine pulled him out of his reverie, his one hand wrapping around your right thigh to keep it open while his lips ghosted closer to where you needed him. Closer to where he wanted to be. A shaky breath tickled the space between your legs before warmth encapsulated your lower lips. His mouth and tongue were passionately devouring you as if it was his last meal. As if he would never get the chance to do this again. Your head was practically spinning.
The crown of your head was buried into the pillow underneath you, and your chest was starting to heave with every breath. A sense of pressure was building up in your lower stomach with ever flick of his tongue against your clit. Right as you were on the precipice of pleasure, it was being ripped away from you, literally. Your head snapped up to see Soobin’s head being lifted up by Yeonjun’s fist in his hair. Soobin’s eyes were glossy and sad, his puffy lips were soaked with your juices, and he was already licking them. Yeonjun, on the other hand, was smirking at your reaction.
“What the fuck? Yeonjun, I was about to cum,” you whined, your thighs shifting restlessly over the sheets. You could feel your heartbeat thumping slowly between your legs, ebbing away. Then it was gone. You could almost cry, the tears were prickling at the brim.
“I’m sorry, baby, but it looked like Soobin was about to cream his pants,” he laughed softly, making the younger boy let out a strangled noise of denial. The humiliation was turning his ears pink. He was so fucking cute. You needed him back between your legs or you would have a conniption.
You groaned, “Please. I need more. I was so, so close.”
Both of their eyes softened at the erotic, fucked out look on your face. Your eyebrows drawn together in frustration and the tip of your nose turning pink from the struggle your body had over a denied orgasm. Yeonjun looked down at Soobin who was having trouble holding himself up. His grip tightened on his dark locks, making the boy wince under him, and he thought to himself how much he loved having Soobin under him like this.
“You heard her, Soobin, finish her off. She needs to be nice and ready for us to fuck her, right?”
Soobin didn’t even notice the small moan-slash-sigh that erupted from his throat until you were laughing softly. His eyes locked with yours, and as soon as Yeonjun let his hair go, he was diving back into you with vigor. His mission was to have you cum before he got the urge to bust in his pants again. But he couldn’t help it, you tasted so good, and the friction of his erection between himself and the mattress did absolutely nothing to help. He couldn’t help but rock his hips slowly against it for some relief.
“Quit it,” Yeonjun warned him, a slap coming down onto his ass over his jeans. Soobin let out a yelp against your clit, subsequently making you hum and your eyes close. A sting of pain hovered on the skin of his cheek, but it didn’t hurt. Well, it did, but it felt so good after that he didn’t care. Maybe it was the adrenaline. Maybe it was the way Yeonjun watched his reaction intently afterwards.
“M’sorry,” he mumbled into your lips, licking them mercilessly.
“Make sure to finger her nice and wide for us, Bin,” Yeonjun spoke with a smile on the corner of his lips. He was enjoying the show, and it was evident in the tent forming in his jeans. You wanted to suck him off so bad, but you needed to cum before you did anything or you would scream in agony. You just couldn’t be edged twice, “I don’t think she’ll be able to handle your big dick if you don’t.”
Soobin’s eyes widened at the comment, but he tried to ignore it and focus only on making you cum. You—on the other hand—were reeling. You hadn’t had a chance to think about it, so now you were curious. How big was Soobin’s dick? You obviously couldn’t tell from his current position, because his front was pressed against the mattress. Yeonjun was about an average size, not very long, but a pretty decent girth. If Soobin’s was bigger, then that meant he was big. You indeed would not be able to handle it if you weren’t properly prepared.
“Oh my fucking god,” you sobbed, the tears that were brimming started to fall down your cheek slowly as you felt yourself finally about to orgasm, “More.”
“You hear that, Soobin? She’s so greedy for you. Give her more,” Yeonjun egged his friend on, his hand slipping through his locks again. Soobin prepared himself for the pull, but the opposite happened. Yeonjun’s fingers gripped his locks in his hand and brought Soobin closer to your core. His mouth was squished against you so that anytime Soobin moved his lips, it sent electricity through your lower body. He moaned into your sopping lips, reveling in your sweet taste.
Soobin’s fingers were now buried in you, his knuckles digging between your folds with every thrust. Luckily, his fingers were longer than Yeonjun’s, so he hit your g-spot every time. Any second now and you would- “O-uhh, Soobin!”
Yes, he thought.
Yeonjun’s hand left Soobin’s head, but they were swiftly replaced by your own. Both of your hands’s fingers threaded through the dark tresses, making sure he stayed right where you needed him. Your voice wobbled as you moaned out his name, your lips quivering before they were being kissed by Yeonjun. His tongue was swallowing every moan you were crying out while Soobin’s tongue was lapping up your release like there was no tomorrow.
As your orgasm washed over you, your thighs shook. Your legs were pulled up so that your thighs were completely surrounding Soobin’s head, when he finally pulled away, he leaned his temple against the skin of your inner thigh while his hand rubbed the outer part soothingly. Yeonjun moved his attention back to your neck, peppering sweet kisses there while he whispered praises into your ear.
“How did our Soobinnie do?” he asked, loud enough for the younger boy to look up expectantly. He looked so eager to please, as if the hinges of his jaw weren’t aching from the work out they just got.
“Amazing,” you let out breathlessly, your fingers falling from Soobin’s hair to his cheeks. They were damp from your arousal, so you wiped them with your hand. His skin was so smooth and pliable, you wanted to cup his cheeks in your hands and kiss him. You beckoned him up, but before he could lean down to kiss you, Yeonjun beat you to it.
The older boy’s lips pressed softly against Soobin’s cheek, making the younger boy’s eyes widen in surprise. Yeonjun didn’t do anything else though, because he was already getting up off of the bed. Your hands cupped Soobin’s shocked face and urged him to finally kiss you. You could taste yourself on his tongue, making you groan. Soobin was so hard in his pants that it was almost painful. He whimpered.
“Alright, my turn.”
You broke your kiss with Soobin as the both of you looked over his shoulder to see Yeonjun naked from the waist down, his hand stroking his erection. Your mouth was watering again. Soobin felt his heart racing and his skin flushing. He had admittedly seen Yeonjun’s manhood a few times throughout their years-long friendship, but never in this kind of situation. He wasn’t sure how to feel about it, but he knew he didn’t hate it, and that counted for something.
The bed sheets were rumpled as the two of you got up off the bed and closer to Yeonjun, who stood like a king observing mere peasants. The look in his fox-like eyes made your pussy throb with want, as if it hadn’t just been treated like a queen by them.
“On your knees, both of you.”
Soobin gave you a nervous glance, but you obeyed without question, sinking to your knees while keeping your eyes on Yeonjun. He hesitantly followed suit, eyes bouncing anywhere but the space between Yeonjun’s thighs.
“Who wants it first?”
“I think Soobin should get the first taste, since it’s his first time,” you smiled salaciously, looking over at the nervous boy beside you. His ears were pink again, “Do you want to?”
You watched his Adam’s apple shift in his throat before he nodded, his eyes finally gazing down at Yeonjun’s cock. With his friend’s encouragement, he replaced his hands with his own and started to pump the older boy. His big hand made Yeonjun’s dick look so small in its grasp, subsequently making Yeonjun feel kind of insecure. He looked over at you, but you were very evidently turned on by the scene in front of you. Your hand had already subconsciously went between your thighs to stroke your clit.
“Don’t touch yourself, princess. Only we can do that,” he reminded you sternly, causing your hand to fall beside your thigh again as a pout stuck your lower lip out, “You know better.”
“I’m sorry, Yeonjun, you’re just both so hot. I couldn’t help it.”
“Put yourself to use, then, sweetheart.”
His hand cupped the back of your head and gently brought you forward until your lips were against his thigh. You peppered kisses there until you decided to bring them to his balls, massaging them in your hand. He moaned, and both the sight of you fondling his hyung plus Yeonjun’s noises got Soobin eager to join in.
Without warning or instruction, he just did what he had seen in porn and what his ex used to do, and he hoped for the best. He wrapped his plump, wet lips around Yeonjun’s shaft and began slowly bobbing over the top half of it while his hand gripped his base. Yeonjun was reeling in pleasure, his head thrown back and his eyes screwed shut. His own lips were parted as strings of groans and praises fell out of them.
“Fuck, you’re both doing so good.”
Soobin’s heart fluttered in his rib cage, and it spurred him to take in more until Yeonjun’s tip hit the back of his throat. The sensation made him gag a bit, and embarrassment filled his body. But with one glance at you, he realized you didn’t seem to notice. Yeonjun did, though, and he was looking down at Soobin with the horniest look in his eyes.
“For your first time, you’re pretty good at this, bunny.”
The nickname made Soobin’s eyes go wide and he whimpered in frustration around his friend’s length. Yeonjun snickered, and when he realized he was about to pull off to object, his fingers reached into his hair and held him where he was.
“Keep going.”
Soobin decided against arguing and did as he was told. You were watching the exchange with confusion, “‘Bunny’?”
“Our little Soobin here loves that nickname,” Yeonjun laughed softly and Soobin whined again, making his laugh turn into a choked moan at the end, “I overheard his ex calling him that before. I think it’s a kink of his.”
Soobin tried to shake his head, but with his mouth full it proved to be useless.
“Awh, I love that,” you stopped massaging Yeonjun’s balls to lean over and kiss Soobin’s shoulder, “Our little bunny is so good for us.”
Oh my god, I’m going to bust, Soobin thought.
His hand reached up to Yeonjun’s thigh and with a little strength he was able to pull his mouth away. There was a taste of something on his tongue that he hadn’t noticed before. Precum, no doubt. His lips suckled together as he felt some pain settling in his jaw muscles. Between eating you out and sucking off Yeonjun, it was almost ready to retire for the night.
“You okay?” Yeonjun asked him, his tone full of concern. His hand smoothed over the crown of Soobin’s head gently. When the boy looked up at him with those big doe eyes, his dick twitched.
“I- I’m fine, I just need a minute,” he panted.
“Okay, I’ll give _______ some attention then,” he smirked down at you who was practically bouncing with excitement at the idea of sucking him off. You had been waiting for this.
“Someone’s eager, huh, ______?”
You nodded fervently, tongue already slightly sticking out of your parted lips. You were beyond ready.
“Open up.”
You opened your mouth, eyes looking disheartened when he tsked at you.
“Wider.”
You spread your lips wider, as wide as they could go, but he still didn’t seem pleased. He took his hands and put them on your cheeks, his thumbs hooking themselves into your mouth at the corners, spreading them until your lips ached. But you didn’t care, you just wanted him.
“Are you ready for me, princess? Gonna take me like a good girl?”
“Mhm,” you moaned, unable to answer properly with his fingers holding you open.
“Stick out your tongue.”
You obeyed, pushing your tongue as far out as it could go. Soobin observed the following scene with wide, lust-blown eyes. Yeonjun held your lips open, there was a pause as he gathered his saliva in his mouth and let it fall off of his own tongue onto yours. His stringy spit just missed your upper lip, falling straight down your throat. You and Soobin both moaned, and Yeonjun found it amusing. He told you to swallow his spit, and you did so without any objections. He took one of his thumbs and smeared the little bit of spit that hit your lip. Your lips closed around his thumb, licking it lewdly as a precursor for what you were about to do.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he sighed, “Isn’t she, bunny?”
Soobin’s ears perked up at the pet name. He smiled and nodded, “She is.”
“Open wide for me again, baby.”
When you did so, his dick slowly entered your mouth, filling it up. Your tongue licked the underside of him as he started to carefully thrust between your lips. He relished how well you took him and pumped his shaft effortlessly. You had gotten so good at this over the month of messing around with him that your gag reflex almost didn’t exist with him.
“Our baby takes me so well, Soobin. She’s a fucking pro at this,” he praised, his lower lip quivering when his tip nuzzled against the back of your throat. It felt so good, but it could feel even better.
Soobin looked almost concerned for you when Yeonjun’s hand gripped the back of your head, just as he had done to him moments earlier. Only this time he was a little more aggressive, holding your head in place as he quickly thrusted in and out of your mouth. The wet, gurgling noises coming from your throat plus the watering in your eyes made Soobin wonder if Yeonjun was hurting you. He was about to tell his friend to stop when he eased up and your lips came off of him with a pop. Your hollowed cheeks became full again and drool seeped from the corners of your lips. Soobin watched the drool drip onto your shirt.
“Are you okay?” he asked you, pulling your eyes away from Yeonjun’s. Your hazy expression turned soft when you noticed how genuinely concerned he looked for you. If only he knew how much rougher I liked it, you thought.
“She’s fine,” Yeonjun tapped the side of your cheek with his drool-covered fingers, the tapping making a wet sound against your face, “You have no idea just how dirty she is, bunny. She could take way more if she wanted to.”
An impish smile tugged at your wet lips before you went back to sucking on his tip and giving it gentle kitten licks. Your hand reached up to massage his balls again, and that seemed to put him closer to the edge. The muscles in his abdomen were starting to fidget.
“Where should I finish, huh? Down your throat?” he asked, balling up your hair into a makeshift ponytail to keep some control over your movements, “Should I give it to Soobin? Hm? Or should I paint both of your pretty faces at once?”
All you could do was moan over his length. Every one of those sounded good to you, but you had to admit it would be really hot to watch Soobin take his first load in his mouth. Even he was fantasizing about it. He had never given a blowjob before now, so he wondered what it felt like to have the semen in his mouth.
“You want that, bunny? For me to cum all over your faces?” Yeonjun asked, thrusting shallowly over your tongue while he stared at Soobin with intensity. Your eyes glanced over at him while you swirled your tongue over his friend’s cock.
“M’mouth,” Soobin mumbled, eyes fixated on your lips taking Yeonjun heartily. He cleared his throat weakly and repeated, “I want it in my mouth.“
“Greedy boy,” Yeonjun smirked, pulling out of your mouth. You would have whined if it wasn’t for the excitement coursing through your veins. You scooted closer to Soobin, watching with stars in your eyes as Yeonjun stuck his dick back in Soobin’s mouth. The boy took it well, his plump lips engorging around the length. Yeonjun let him bob his head over him for a couple minutes before gently pulling it out and fisting it with his own hand feverishly. He told Soobin to open his mouth wide, and the younger boy complied. Yeonjun was so close-
“Fuck.”
Yeonjun cursed and Soobin’s eyes blinked closed as he felt spurts of warmth on his tongue and around his mouth. You whimpered at the sight of Yeonjun’s pearly white seed slowly dripping down Soobin’s chin. As the older boy panted and his hand slowed to a halt over his softening length, you reached up to wipe some of his cum off of Soobin’s chin.
You laughed at the slightly disoriented look on his face as you licked the essence off your fingers. His mouth was frozen open, “You can spit it out if you wa-“
“Don’t you dare.”
You and Soobin’s eyes both snapped up at Yeonjun’s. They were dark and merciless. There was no denying them. But then there was a switch. Like a light had gone off in his head.
“Give some of it to ______.”
Soobin’s brows furrowed as if to say ‘how?’ but you were already in action. Your hand reached up to his cheek, tilting it to face you. His lips closed to keep the cum from falling out, which made it perfect for when you kissed him. The wetness on his lips made the kiss slippery and messy, but your mouths moved with passion regardless. Your tongues met in the middle, globs of Yeonjun’s essence swapping between them. Soobin had never experienced such a thing, but it was magical.
“Mmm,” you moaned into his mouth, some of Yeonjun’s cum warming your throat as you swallowed it, “Tastes so good. Doesn’t it, bunny?”
“Mhm,” he whimpered, following your lead. His Adam’s apple bobbed with the swallow, and he proudly showed off his clean tongue. Yeonjun smirked at how eager to please his friend was.
“You’ve done so good, bunny. I think it’s time you get a reward.”
Soobin’s eyes lit up at the comment, “Really?”
“Mhm,” Yeonjun smiled, then tilted his chin towards the bed, “Go lie down.”
Soobin gave you another glance before getting up off his knees. He scrambled onto the bed and maneuvered onto his back, resting his pretty head against the pillows where you had been. From there, he watched Yeonjun help you up off your knees before pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek.
“Wanna take care of him, and I’ll take you from behind?“ he whispered to you.
“Sounds good to me.”
You smiled as you turned and saw Soobin waiting so patiently and happily. You crawled onto the bed and stopped at his feet, kneeling there, “Take off your clothes for me, bunny.”
If there was one thing about Soobin that you and Yeonjun could agree on, it was that you both loved how much Soobin was willing to obey. All he wanted was to please the both of you, and he succeeded.
Once everything was off, your jaw slacked at the sight of his dick. It was, indeed, big—but not just big. It was huge. Definitely the biggest you’ve personally encountered. He was longer than Yeonjun, but about the same girth. There was no way you would be able to take him all in your mouth, but you would be damned if you didn’t try.
“You’re staring,” Yeonjun whispered, a hint of a laugh in his tone.
You looked up and noticed Soobin’s nervous expression, and you quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, bunny, your dick is just so big. It’s so pretty.”
“I-it is?“ he stuttered, hips shifting. The appendage was stiff and leaking precum at the tip. It was blushing just like his ears and cheeks did, and it was standing at attention, pressed against his lower tummy.
“Mhm,” you nodded, biting your lower lip not-so-subtly as you crawled on your hands and knees to get closer. You sunk your upper half down until your chest was hovering between his thighs. One arm secured you while the other reached forward to take his length in your hand.
“Wait, get a pillow for her so it’ll be more comfortable,” Yeonjun instructed Soobin. The younger boy nodded, taking an extra pillow from behind him to place under your stomach. With the cushioning, there wasn’t as much pressure on your back.
“Thank you,” you spoke to both of them before continuing your work on Soobin. As you started to slowly stroke him, Yeonjun grabbed the condom from earlier, tearing the package open and rolling the rubber over his length.
He stroked himself, mimicking your hand on Soobin’s shaft as he worked himself up. It wouldn’t take long for him to get hard again though, especially with your pussy on display the way it was. Your skirt was half up on your right cheek, so he lifted the other side up to show off your entire ass for him. He smiled to himself, quickening the pace on his dick as he ran his other fingers down your wet slit.
“Don’t tease me, Jun,” you sighed, glancing over your shoulder at him.
“Don’t tell me what to do, princess.”
You whined quietly, going back to focus on Soobin. Your eyes flitted up to meet his misty-eyed gaze as he watched you touch him. He looked so cute like this, patiently waiting for you to do more even though he wanted nothing more than to ram his cock down your throat without mercy. He just wouldn’t let himself do it, because he cared about you too much. He didn’t want to hurt you.
He hissed as your lips engulfed his mushroom tip and your tongue swirled. You moaned, causing the skin to vibrate and him to whine. It feels so good, he thought. You sunk your mouth as far as you could go, letting him sit in your mouth for you to adjust to it. Then you pulled off completely and used your saliva to pump him.
“How does it feel, bunny? Does it feel okay?”
“It’s perfect, just-“ he cut himself off, not wanting to sound to desperate.
“Just what, Soobin?” you asked, your eyes innocently looking up at him. Your hand still languidly rubbed up and down his length.
“Just want a little more,” he spoke through his still-swollen lips from the blowjob he gave Yeonjun. Fuck, he’s so pretty.
“Okay, pretty boy.”
His heart leapt at the name, and even more so when you took him in again, this time pumping his base as well as deep throating him. He thought it couldn’t feel any better until you let out a long, shrill moan around him. In turn, he also moaned, looking over to see Yeonjun starting a steady pace into you from behind.
He had pressed your legs together and straddled the back of your thighs before pulling your hips up just enough for your pussy lips to show through. He scooted up a bit more and gently started pushing his hard cock into you, causing that delicious moan you let out. He sighed in content before thrusting shallowly.
Before you knew it you were being filled from both ends, Yeonjun pounding thoroughly into you while you sucked Soobin off. This is heaven, you thought. Your jaw was starting to ache from being open so wide, taking in as much of Soobin as you could, but you were determined to power through it. He looked too good like this, staring down at you with half-lidded eyes full of pleasure. You couldn’t do a half-assed job.
But it was also so hard to concentrate when Yeonjun was hitting all the right spots so perfectly. His hips moved in a wave motion against your ass, making you lurch forward slightly with every thrust. It felt so good that you found yourself only focusing on your own pleasure.
So you shook your head to pull yourself together and continued with ardor, using both hands and twisting your wrists as you pumped Soobin’s length. While you did that, you continued to lick and kiss his head, paying attention to the spots that caused him to make noise—which was a lot of them, poor baby was so sensitive. Eventually you noticed his thighs tensing and his dick throbbing in your hands and mouth. He was about to blow.
You kept your lips around him, ready to take him for all he was worth. Out of the corner of your eye you saw his fingers gripping the sheets and the next thing you knew he was letting out a long groan. His load was so big it nearly suffocated you. It blanketed the back of your mouth and stuffed your throat, making it hard to breathe. But you persevered, keeping the pace of your hands around him going, milking him. You swallowed every drop that you could until you could breathe properly. Then, you pulled your lips away slowly, a string of cum and saliva mixed connecting his tip to your cupid’s bow. He got an overwhelming urge to kiss you, so he quickly sat up, almost smacking your forehead into his torso.
Luckily, you lifted yourself up enough to meet him halfway, letting him cup your face as he kissed you hungrily, wanting to taste any remnants of himself on your tongue. You hummed into each other’s mouths in satisfaction, but your hum turned into a wanton moan. Yeonjun was getting so hot and bothered over the scene the two of you were making for him, that he was speeding up. His cock drove between your thighs so fast, making your arousal squelch out with every thrust. You were so wet, and it made moving so much easier for him.
But what really got him was the arch in your back as you kissed Soobin. Your hips were down and your shoulders were up, creating a perfect divot. He pressed his hand down on the small of your back there, holding you in place while his other hand grabbed your waist and adjusted you so he could go deeper. You didn’t think it was possible, but it was, and he was doing it flawlessly. You whined against Soobin’s lips, but he ate it up in a tender kiss. His lips devoured yours, capturing them with so much fire that you were convinced no man had ever kissed you like this. Like you were the last person he would ever kiss.
“I’m gonna cum, princess,” Yeonjun panted, his hips growing restless, “Are you close?”
You could only moan in response, Soobin still enamored with making out with you. Yeonjun didn’t like that, so he grabbed your hair and tugged on it until you separated with a whine of pain.
“Answer me.”
“Almost, Jun. I’m almost there.”
“Alright, come here.”
He pulled you up until you were on your knees, your back pressed against his chest. You weren’t sure when he had taken off his shirt, but you felt his bare chest behind you. He maneuvered you around until he was lying down beside Soobin with you in a reverse cowgirl position on top of him. You sunk down completely, adjusting your legs comfortably. Yeonjun’s hands snaked under your shirt, grabbing the bottom of it to pull it up and off of you. Then he eased you back against his chest and let you bounce on him, biting his lip to stifle a loud moan.
“S-soobin,” he called the younger boy, getting his attention, “Get in front of her.”
Soobin did what he does best and followed his order, crawling over Yeonjun’s leg until he was in front of you. You were looking at him with fucked out eyes as you dumbly rode Yeonjun, drunk off of his dick. Soobin found you so cute even as you did such filthy things. Even with your breasts bouncing in his face. Even with your skirt bunched up around your hips. Even looking like a mess, you were still the prettiest girl to him.
“Ear her out, bunny.”
Soobin didn’t need to be told twice. He was all too eager to sink down onto his stomach again, only this time it proved to be a challenge. Eating you out wasn’t the problem, it was trying to eat you out while Yeonjun’s dick pistoned in and out of you.
Here goes nothing, he thought.
He leaned forward, pushed your skirt out of the way, and kissed your clit, making you whimper. Your hand reached down and rested on top of his head, fingers threading loosely through his hair. Your head fell back as Yeonjun filled you up harshly and Soobin licked your folds lovingly. It was like night and day, and you loved it. It drove you crazy in the best possible way.
“Fuck, yes,” you keened, hips moving on their own. You bucked your hips up, wanting more of Soobin while simultaneously being fucked open by Yeonjun. You were almost delirious at this point, “Please. Please. Please.”
“Please what, baby?” Yeonjun muttered through gritted teeth, forcing himself to go faster so you could cum before he did. He just couldn’t hold out much longer. “Soobin not eating you out good enough?”
Soobin didn’t appreciate that, so he delved in more, sucking your clit between his lips and alternating between that and licking it. With some sharp movements, he lost it and ended up licking Yeonjun’s moving shaft as well as your lips, which only put Yeonjun closer to the edge.
“Shit-“ Yeonjun’s voice cracked as he came, his thrusts getting erratic. His hands cupped your boobs, squeezing them like toys. Your bounces slowed down, but your hips continued to buck up against Soobin’s lips. You were almost there.
“Yes, oh my god. Right there. Yes,” your thighs clenched around Soobin’s head, locking it between them. He didn’t seem to mind, though, because he kept licking you—completely unbothered by the fact that he couldn’t hear anything with your thighs pressed against his ears.
“Ah,” Yeonjun groaned, feeling you clenching around him was making him sensitive. His hands moved to your ass and pulled you up off of his dick. Soobin finally pulled away, your orgasm leaving your thighs shaking as you fell onto the mattress beside Yeonjun. The both of you stayed there, side by side, catching your breaths. Soobin looked at the two of you with a small smile on his lips as he kneeled between the both of you.
“What are you smiling at?” Yeonjun asked, looking up at him with a lecherous gaze.
Soobin shrugged shyly, sitting back on his calves, “I don’t know . . . I’m just having fun.”
The three of you let out giggles and soft laughs at his reply. Yeonjun found his innocence in all of this so alluring. He had always had an attraction towards Soobin that he never pursued because they were best friends, and he didn’t think Soobin felt the same. He didn’t even think he was attracted to boys. But in a moment like this, things felt really fuzzy for him.
Soobin also thought things felt a little different now. Not necessarily bad, but definitely different. Yeonjun wouldn’t be just his best friend from now on, and he wasn’t sure what to make of that.
You hadn’t taken even a second to think about the dynamics of the situation. The sex was just too mind-numbing to allow you time to think of anything other than the acts you were committing.
“Me too,” you agreed, smiling up at him before turning your head to Yeonjun. His eyes were closed as his breathing returned to normal. His dick was limp against his pubic bone, completely spent for the time being, “Got one more left?”
“You’re asking me?” he opened one eye to look at you with a smirk before closing it again, “They don’t call me the roller coaster for nothing, babe. You could ride me all day.”
You snorted, “And who calls you that? I know I don’t.”
“You don’t, but you will,” he said, and this time Soobin was the one snorting with laughter. His voice squeaked from laughing so hard.
“So corny,” he chuckled.
Your laughter died off as you looked down and saw his huge cock resting between his thighs. He was already half-hard agin just from eating you out for barely two minutes. Your thighs pressed together as the heat between them pulsed, and he wasn’t the only one who noticed.
“Fuck, you’re ready to go again already?” Yeonjun asked, a small groan following his question.
You grinned, “I have two of the hottest guys on campus in my bed, fucking the shit out of me. I can’t help but be horny.”
Soobin’s eyes watched you speak with hearts in his eyes, but they swiftly moved from your eyes to your chest. The sight of your breasts was making him harder with each passing second. He glanced up at you to see you caught him staring. And as if he wasn’t blushing enough, what you said next had his entire body flushing with heat.
“I think it’s time that Soobin fucks me.”
The named boy made eye contact with you again, watching as you pushed yourself up to lie comfortably on the pillows behind you. With your legs shifting, your skirt was pushed up around your waist again. The sight of your pink, weeping heat was enticing him.
“‘Cause I wonder, can our little bunny fuck like one?” you asked, the corner of your lips lifting when you noticed his cock blush harder and jerk at the question. You giggled, “Can you, bunny?“
“I- I can try.”
“Come on, Soobin. Confidence,” Yeonjun reminded him, sitting up slightly. His toned arm muscles flexed with the movement, getting both Soobin’s and your attention. Yeah, you both were definitely whipped for him, “You can, and you will, fuck her like a good bunny. Right?”
Soobin nodded, a choked moan getting stuck in his throat as Yeonjun held eye contact with him. With their gazes locked, he felt frozen in place.
You cleared your throat to get his attention again, spreading your knees to bring it between your thighs. You brought your fingers to your lips, collecting enough spit to lubricate your clit as you began rubbing it, “I need you, bunny.”
His eyes followed your fingers like a cat’s eyes followed a laser, unwavering and ready to pounce at any second. He itched to be inside of you. It’s all he’s ever wanted in the past few weeks of knowing you. He was subconsciously leaning in to you.
“Condom,” Yeonjun put a hand against Soobin’s chest as he started to get comfortable between your legs. He had a one-track mind, but luckily Yeonjun was there to remind him of precautions. You were also a little too into the moment to think about protection. You gave the older boy a thankful smile, and he winked at you while Soobin quickly grabbed a condom from the desk. His eager fingers ripped the package open and took out the rolled up rubber, sheathing himself with it. It was a little smaller than the ones he usually wore, but it would fulfill its purpose. Yeonjun took the opportunity to throw away his own used condom.
“Go slow at first,” you spoke softly, looking up at Soobin through your lashes with timid eyes. Truthfully, you were worried his huge cock would feel painful. You didn’t want to express the concern, though, because you thought he might back out of fucking you. And you desperately needed him to fuck you.
Soobin nodded, swallowing his nerves as he kneeled closer to you. The tops of his thighs met the back of yours and you felt the rubbery feeling of the condom against your pubic bone. His large hands grabbed the back of your thighs, pulling you more onto his lap. Your lower back was off of the mattress now, so Yeonjun grabbed the pillow from before and helped slide it into that space to avoid you getting any pain later. Concentrating on deep breaths, you observed Soobin’s expressions as he started to rub his length through your slick folds.
The warmth you radiated was addicting; he never wanted to leave it. He was rutting his dick against you, his tip nudging over your clit ever-so-slightly. You were growing restless and needy.
“Soobin, please, fuck me.”
Your voice was whiny and forlorn, and it made Soobin feel bad for teasing you. So when his length shifted down again, he pushed his head in between your lips with his fingers gently. His tip alone was causing a stretch in your hole already, and it made you wince. Yeonjun immediately noticed, as he placed a reassuring hand on your head. His touch was so comforting; it made the aching feeling not seem as intense.
“You okay?” he asked you, petting your head to soothe you.
“Mhm,” you whimpered, biting your lower lip to keep from screaming as he went deeper and deeper and deeper . . .
“Fuck, you’re so big,” you choked out. It felt like forever before he finally bottomed out, his breaths coming out in pants from just being still inside of you. Neither of you had even moved yet. He stayed like that for a minute or two, waiting for a cue from you to do something. As he waited, he felt you clenching around him and trying to adjust, and it was driving him insane. If he didn’t start moving soon, he would lose it.
“Can I?” he begged, his eyes meeting yours. You took another deep breath before nodding.
Soobin slowly started pulling out of you, your walls hugging him softly. A small whimper fell out of your mouth, making him pause, but you told him you were fine and to keep going. He let out a deep groan that felt like it was coming from the bottom of his chest, it felt so primal. This moment was all he had been waiting for, and it felt ten times better than he ever imagined it.
“How does she feel, bunny? Nice and tight for you?” Yeonjun asked with sensuality dripping in his voice. He watched Soobin’s face intently from beside you where he was now laying on his side. Soobin’s eyes glanced up at him, and his fox-like stare had his dick throbbing inside of you.
“F-feels so good,” he keened breathlessly, his cheeks flushing the same pink shade as his chest. He was holding back so much.
Once only his tip was inside of you, he slowly started to thrust back in, inch-by-inch. The stretch was still a bit painful, but not as much as it was the first time. Yeonjun placed kisses on your neck and cheek, hoping they would ease your nerves. You tried your best to relax, letting the muscles in your body release the tightness they were holding. That definitely helped.
A couple minutes went by like that, Soobin thrusting agonizingly slow into you while Yeonjun kissed you. It felt amazing, but you wanted so much more. You were finally starting to feel good.
“Faster,” you whimpered.
Finally, he thought. He didn’t want to go too fast, so he gradually built up speed. But with every soft thrust of his hips, he noticed your boobs bouncing and the sight had him almost drooling. And like always, Yeonjun noticed.
The older boy smirked before leaning down and bringing your nipple between his lips, sucking on it. His eyes stayed on Soobin’s the entire time, almost as if he was mocking him. His teeth lightly nibbled on the sensitive bud, making you whine. Your hand went to his head, combing your fingers through his soft, dark hair. You wanted to moan out a name, but you weren’t sure which one to say. They were both making your head spin, so you just moaned out whatever useless noises your body made.
The sight of Yeonjun sucking your tit plus the noises you were making only made him move faster. Your walls were hugging him so well, taking him like a champ. He still couldn’t believe this was happening.
Yeonjun was having the time of his life as well, loving the expressions on Soobin’s face as he fucked you like an animal in heat. He’s been dreaming of this, he thought, he finally gets to do it, and I’m here to watch it all. He released your nipple to capture your lips in a searing kiss, a clash of teeth and tongues and swallowed moans. Your fingers tugged on his hair at the roots, pulling him impossibly closer to you while his hands groped your chest.
“Is he fucking you good, baby?” he mumbled against your lips, hot breath mingling between.
“Mhm,” you hummed, tears prickling your eyes, though you weren’t sure if they were from pain or pleasure.
“He’s so deep, isn’t he?”
“Yes.”
Yeonjun chuckled, his eyes falling away from yours to look at the place where you and Soobin connected—or rather, right above it. Just over your pubic bone, where your womb was nestled under layers of skin and muscle, he could literally see Soobin’s cock fucking you. It caused a bulge in your tummy with every thrust, and it made him gasp lightly before a wicked smile formed on his lips. The hand that had previously been squeezing your breast slid over your torso until it reached that point where he could feel the head of Soobin’s dick nudging his palm with every thrust.
“Look,” Yeonjun spoke to the both of you, drawing your attentions to his hand where Soobin’s movements were making your lower stomach bubble.
Soobin croaked out a broken groan at the sight just as your eyes crossed with double vision. He was so deep, it was making you lose touch with reality. How on Earth was he fucking you this good?
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” you mumbled mindlessly. Soobin bit his lower lip as he watched your eyes roll back.
Beside you, Yeonjun was kneeling and jerking himself off, his eyes trained on the bulge that appeared in your stomach. He had never seen that happen before, but he knew he liked it. All three of you could tell by how hard and red his dick was in his grip.
“Gimme,” you begged, looking between Yeonjun’s face and his dick. The innocent tone in your voice mixed with the ruthless fucking you were receiving had Yeonjun quick to please you. Why would he turn down your mouth on his cock?
Soobin closed his eyes, concentrating on the way you felt around him, and it was bringing him closer to his last orgasm. He could feel his body heating up and his nerves buzzing. Yeonjun could sense he was close, and wanted to make sure you got your fill, too. And, hell, while he was here, he might as well get his third orgasm in.
“Are you gonna cum soon, princess?” he asked you, mouth full of his cock. You couldn’t properly answer, but the half-hearted moan that had his dick vibrating let him know you weren’t as close as he wanted you to be, “Okay, baby, just keep sucking.”
You didn’t need to be told twice, lifting your head from the pillow to shallowly suck on the top half of his dick while your hand gripped his base. While you continued to work him, he reached up and brought his fingers to Soobin’s parted lips. Heavy breaths spilled out of the boy’s mouth uncontrollably.
“Suck, bunny,” Yeonjun instructed, barely giving the younger boy a moment to process what was happening before he stuck two of his digits between his lips.
Soobin hummed in confusion, but obeyed, his tongue twirling over Yeonjun’s thick fingers. Once the older boy felt his dick stirring, he pulled them out of Soobin’s mouth and leaned down to touch between your legs. Your thighs twitched when you felt Yeonjun’s fingertips on your clit, rubbing it effortlessly. Your legs fastened around Soobin’s waist, bringing him even closer to you. His pace instantly got quicker and rougher.
“You’re gonna make her cum real good, okay, bunny?” Yeonjun spoke breathlessly to Soobin, only a foot of space between their faces. Even with the pretty boy in front of him, he still focused on thrusting softly into your mouth and massaging your sensitive clit.
Soobin nodded, glancing down again at your tummy. He moaned at the bulge he was causing in you, and that’s when he felt the pressure rushing to his manhood, “Oh. Fuck.”
“That’s it,” Yeonjun nodded, smiling. His own orgasm was quickly approaching, but he held back because he wanted to be the last one to finish. He pulled himself out of your mouth right as he reached up with his other hand to grip the side of Soobin’s neck. He brought the younger boy close to capture his lips with his own. Their tongues met in a messy, tangled mess.
The action took Soobin off guard, pleasantly surprising him. He felt you clench hard around him as you observed their filthy make out, and that’s what sent him over the edge. His strangled whine was faint against Yeonjun’s lips as he filled up the condom with his thick, warm load. For a moment he worried he came too much, and it would spill out of the condom.
“Keep going, she’s not done,” Yeonjun commanded against Soobin’s lips, noting his slowing hips.
“But, I-“
“Keep. Going,” Yeonjun stared at Soobin with an intimidating look in his eyes, one that forced the younger boy to continue thrusting into you mercilessly despite the sensitivity to his member. The older boy suddenly slapped the younger’s ass, making him yelp.
“Don’t do that,” he whimpered, his eyebrows furrowing together. It wasn’t that he didn’t like it, but he was afraid he would cum again.
You chuckled through labored pants, finding his embarrassed expression cute. You reached around and grabbed a handful of his butt, making him shake his head, “You have a cute butt, Soobin.”
“Please,” he grumbled helplessly. His hips jerked roughly, making you gasp as his tip kissed your cervix. Your nails dug into the soft flesh of his ass, making him keen with pleasure. He leaned his body closer to yours, his hot breath hovering over your chest as he propped himself over you.
“Come on, you can go faster than that,” Yeonjun said, smacking Soobin’s ass again.
Soobin tried his best to ignore him, focusing on not getting overwhelmed by the sensitivity his cock was experiencing. Luckily, it didn’t take much longer for you to cum. Yeonjun’s fingers hadn’t let up the entire time on your clit, twirling the button under his fingertips expertly. A loud, drawn out moan tumbled off your lips and filled the room, making the boys look down to watch you come undone. Soobin quickly followed with another orgasm, no doubt spilling out of the condom, though none of you seemed to care or notice.
“Shit,” you whispered breathlessly, body feeling as though it was melting into the bed. You had given up on ducking off Yeonjun, too caught up in the way Soobin was about to drive you to your third orgasm. The younger boy all but collapsed onto you, gently laying his weight on top of yours. He didn’t care that a mix of your cum and his was dripping onto the sheets.
For a moment the only sound in the room was you and Soobin trying to catch your breath mixed with the sound of Yeonjun’s fist furiously pumping himself. You both looked up at him just in time to watch him groan out a curse as his seed landed on your chest in spurts.
“Sorry, ______,” he gave out a half-assed apology, not really sorry for cumming on you. He loved doing it, and you knew that.
“It’s okay,” you spoke, closing your eyes to process what all just happened in the past 30 minutes. You really got to fuck your friends with benefits and your crush. You still weren’t fully convinced you weren’t dreaming. “Could you get a shirt from my dirty clothes to wipe it?”
“Won’t be necessary,” you heard Yeonjun say with a smirk evident in his tone. You opened your eyes to look down and see him about to lick your chest. You shivered as you watched him encourage Soobin to follow his lead, the two licking up Yeonjun’s cum off your breasts. Soobin’s puffy, curved lips taking your right nipple into their grasp and suckling lightly as he swallowed Yeonjun’s essence. You threaded your fingers in his hair, moaning softly.
“You two drive me crazy,” you mumbled out loud, making Yeonjun chuckle lightly against your left breast as he licked up the last of his mess. The small amount of drool leaking down his chin made your eyes twinkle as you watched him rest his cheek on your boob. You were watching him, but he was watching Soobin pull off your nipple with a soft ‘pop’. You reminded him that he was still inside of you, so he followed Yeonjun’s suggestion to go throw out the condom. Once he was done, he happily joined the two of you again, lying back on your right side. With the two of them cuddled up on either side of you, you wondered how you got so lucky to experience something like this. You wondered what this meant for the three of you.
As your mind raced, you heard Soobin starting to softly breathe as if he was consumed with slumber, and one glance confirmed your suspicion as his eyes were closed. Yeonjun smiled at the boy, then at you, “You tired, too?”
“A little,” you admitted, your body aching for rest.
“Let’s take a nap,” he said, already closing his eyes and nuzzling closer to your chest, “We can go to dinner later.”
You hummed in agreement, your hands rubbing each boy’s shoulder soothingly. You figured maybe you didn’t have to think about the situation too much. Maybe it would be best to just let things flow and see where they take you. All you knew was you were happy just like this, with the two boys holding you as they drifted to sleep.
warnings for this chapter: mentions of blood, gore, death
a/n: our main characters finally meet!!
beomgyu x fem!reader
zombie apocalypse!au
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Beomgyu stared at the ground below him, his body stilled, his mind blaring with continuous thoughts, but also so quiet at the same time. The ridiculous blaring of alarms sounding all throughout, probably, the world by now, alerting everyone that the world was heading for eternal doom. His arms were wrapped around his upper body in a secure, protective manner. Blood. So much blood. The deep red liquid that circulated within your arteries, your whole body. Blood. How could something so vital to human life create such turmoil, a war even, within your brain, your thoughts?
Beomgyu didn’t realize how much blood a human could actually have until he saw it in front of his own eyes. Saw the blood pouring, squirting out of their bodies in an inhumane way. He looked down at his legs. Blood, more blood. No, please, no more blood. He felt the anxiety start to take over his stomach swiftly, twisting and tying his internal organs into a tight bow. He couldn’t move. It wasn’t that he was necessarily afraid to move, no, but more so, he just couldn’t move.
His body was frozen, staring down at the ground, staring at their bodies. He figured he would be a complete sobbing mess. He thought he would be bending down, hugging and cradling their bloody bodies in his arms, crying, begging for them to come back, to not leave him like this, to not leave him in this world. He looked down at his hands. Blood. Everything on him was covered in the disgusting, mocking crimson fluid. His body, on the inside, was in complete turbulence. The outside of his body, however, was frozen. Unmoving. Immobile. Inert.
Move, you dumbass, move! Beomgyu’s brain howled at him. His eyebrows had begun to furrow. They’re dead. Dead. Deceased. They’ve stopped living. They now cease to exist. They’re gone. They are absolutely no more. He couldn’t wrap his head around it. There was no way that he could. His parents were gone. The people who brought him into this world had departed. Because of those things.
His body had begun to tingle, his heart started racing and beating abnormally, he felt his blood begin to boil. Anger. He knew that’s what he was feeling at this moment, kind of shocked at himself for being able to recognize an emotion during the commotion that was going on in his head.
Something, or someone maybe, had started to yell at him, telling him to move, to get out of the way. But as I said earlier, he couldn’t move. He was standing completely still, statue-like, over the bodies of his, used to be, parents. One moment, he was looking at his parents, the next, he was being tackled and dragged by someone. Now, now, he was hyperaware of his surroundings. The zombies, or whatever they were, were hurdling slowly towards him, their incessant growling and moaning making chills run down his spine.
He looked at the person dragging him, seeing that it was a girl (you). He noticed the way that you were breathing heavily, hand over your chest. You dragged the stranger into the building, an old library, that you’ve been staying in for a few days, locking the door behind you both. You stood against the door, eyes closed, chest heaving up and down at a quick rate.
“What were you doing? You could’ve been killed,” you said to the boy, sternly. “Why do you care if I could’ve been killed? I didn’t ask you to save me.” Beomgyu had spat out, not necessarily aware of his tone. You furrowed your brows at the stranger, chest bubbling with slight anger, “Well, I am so sorry. I’m so sorry for being a decent fucking human being.” You kicked your foot off the door, storming away towards the back of the library to where you had been camping out. You heard him let out a sigh as you sat on your sleeping bag in the back, also hearing a loud thump, assuming he sat down. You could see him through the cracks of the bookshelves, letting yourself admire his soft, but hard features. His hair was long, dark brown with blonde highlights. His skin was a beautiful, smooth porcelain surface. His clothes were dirty, bloody too. You wondered who he was standing over when you first came into contact with him.
The thought of it possibly being his parents struck you like a strike of lightning. It made your chest become suddenly tight and you started to feel for the boy. The natural nurturer in you wanted to sit with him, comfort him, hug him, let him cry on your shoulder or in your embrace. He looked like he had been through a lot. And it had only been a few weeks since the world went to literal hell. Your heart ached for him. You couldn’t necessarily blame him for his little outburst of emotion. After all, he was right, he didn’t ask you to save him. Maybe he didn’t even want to be saved. That made your heart clench in your chest tighter. You don’t blame him for that either. The thought of your mother not being in this world would make you want to not be here either. Your mother. You didn’t know where she was. But you were fairly certain that she was still alive. She was strong, brave, smart. You knew that she could make it in a world like this.
You’re suddenly cut from your thoughts when you hear footsteps approaching you. You look up, seeing the boy that was just across the room from you. You quickly stand up, dusting the dirt and dust from your pants. “Ahem,” you coughed awkwardly, waiting for him to speak up. “Um,” he rubbed the back of his neck, as he was in deep thought, “I’m sorry for being a dick. I actually really appreciate you saving me. Although, I know it doesn’t seem like it,” he nods at you, making very subtle eye contact. You let out a breath through your nose, “Well, you’re right, you were a dick,” you said, making you both let out a light, airy chuckle. “But, you’re welcome….?” you paused, searching for a name, to which he caught on quickly, “Beomgyu, Choi Beomgyu.” He smiled softly at you. “Okay, then. You’re welcome, Choi Beomgyu.” you returned his smile. “I’m Y/N. You’ll have to work a little harder for the last name.” you winked playfully, causing him to let out a small laugh, nodding his head slightly.
“We should probably try to find you some new clothes,” you pointed to his dirty, blood-covered ones. “I’ve learned the ins and outs of this library and there’s a small closet of clothes in the back. You’d be able to find something.” You nodded towards the back room. “Oh, uh, thank you.” He bowed slightly, following your direction to the back. You weren’t being creepy or anything, but he was beautiful, you concluded. His eyes were a soft, dark brown that you could just get lost in. his hair looked longer up close, shinier, and soft. His lips were a pretty coral color, plump. How could he look like that right now? How was that even possible? You shook your head of those thoughts. You didn’t know him. He’s literally a stranger.
You try to justify it by thinking, well, you haven’t exactly been in a “real” relationship, and you haven’t seen another human for a little while, maybe you were just excited to talk to another person? And, plus, you had stopped fixating on boys for a while, deciding to focus on yourself, your schoolwork, and such. And it wasn’t helping that he was the most beautiful boy you had ever seen in your lifetime. You ran your hands over your face, lightly hitting it. You heard feet shuffling against the library’s carpet, looking up to see Beomgyu in fresh, clean clothes.
“So,” Beomgyu started, letting out a sort of awkward cough, “how long have you been here?” He looked at you, watching as you were kind of struggling to answer. “I got here like, a week or so after everything started,” you nodded, “when the riots started, my apartment complex had gotten burned down, leaving me with close to nothing. And of course, I couldn’t stay there. So, I got out, almost died trying to get through all the people and trying to get supplies, and I found my way here.” You pointed your finger to the ground, referring to the library.
“Hm.” Beomgyu hummed, nodding. “It sounds stupid but, how has it been here? And I don’t mean to be asking you all these questions and to be annoying, I’m just genuinely curious. And it’s been a while since I’ve talked to another person,” Beomgyu chuckled awkwardly, leaning against a bookshelf. You looked up at him, shooting him a kind, soft smile, shaking your head, “No, you’re not being annoying at all. I honestly don’t mind the questions. It’s kind of nice, actually. To talk to another person. And to answer your question, it’s been pretty pleasant. Well,” you rolled your eyes before starting to speak again, “as pleasant as it can be, considering, you know, the shit storm that we’re in. It’s quiet. Kind of lonely. Those things outside barely pass by. They’re allured by sound. Sight too, when they see you.” You started to ramble, not really noticing it.
“Those things,” Beomgyu said, “do you know anything else about them?” Beomgyu moved to sit on the floor across from you. You looked at him, continuing, “Mm, not much other than what I told you. They come when they hear any sort of noise and if they see you. I know that to kill them, they have to be shot in the head. Anywhere else won’t work. Also, as soon as you die, you turn into one of them, unless you’re stabbed or shot in the brain before you have the chance to turn.” You stated with no emotion.
“It’s, uh, completely inhumane but it’s what we have to do now. If we want to survive.” You look up at him to see his expression blank. The same as yours. “And, uh, your parents?” Beomgyu asked quietly. You started to fiddle with your fingers, the question hitting your heart like a bullet. “I talked to my mom right when it was first starting. I tried to find her but I couldn’t. I assume she left the city. That’s what I’m hoping anyway.” You coughed, shifting around awkwardly.
“My parents are dead. I saw it happen.” Beomgyu stated just moments later. You fought the urge to gasp or make any noise, so he would continue to speak. “Right in front of me. We were trying to make our way to the car so we could leave the city. We didn’t hear them behind us. The next few moments after that were just a blur. I heard my mom scream, and my dad went to help her.” He smacked his lips, no emotion whatsoever upon his face. You stared at him with such sad eyes. Your heart was aching so badly for the boy.
“You didn’t have to tell me. I would’ve understood.” You said, filling the silent air with your quiet, soft-spoken words. “I just figured I should. It seems that we’ll be stuck with each other for some time; which isn’t a bad thing, by the way!” His eyes widened, not meaning to sound like he was filled with dread. You laughed softly, “I know what you meant. It’s okay.” He seemed to calm down at your words, letting out a sigh and pretending to wipe the sweat off his forehead, “Phew,” He puffed out his lips, making your smile wider as you two chuckled quietly together.
“Looks like we’ll be navigating this shit storm together.”
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