or: you don't believe that spiderman is real. who would believe that a masked vigilante just popped out of nowhere, started shooting webs and swinging through Seoul saving people, in spandex?? and most of all, you wouldn't believe that said "spiderman" would have any correlation with han jisung, that's just a load of nonsense!
in other words..: look, in jisung's defense, he didnt mean to get bit by a genetically modified spider. but he did, so now he's stuck with the superhuman side effects, a superhero persona, and his roommates constantly covering for him. and hey, he doesn't mind a sprinkle of chaos into his life. he's actually glad he got this alter ego, a version of himself that does good for other people, y'know...saving the city, and one that he can maybe impress you with, since his original self is stuck being your academic rival that you can't stand even if you were paid.
warnings: academicrival!jisung x reader, college au, MDNI!! contains sexual content (the smut is unprompted and is completely self indulgent) inappropriate use of webs, upside down kiss, references from multiple spiderman movies, college slop, group project slop, talks of biotech and robotics that are probably false (research was poorly done), injuries and bloodloss, reader is an academic weapon and doesn't catch a break.
wc: 9.5k | part 1
The final keystroke of your semester project sent a wave of relief so palpable it nearly knocked you sideways.
You slumped back into the couch cushions, arms flopping dramatically at your sides. "Done," you announced, voice hoarse from hours of revision. "We're done."
Jisung, who had been hovering over your shoulder, let out a cheer so loud it startled Chan into almost dropping his phone.
"We slayed that presentation," Jisung crowed, "Like obliterated it. Decimated. Annihilated-"
"Okay, we get it," Changbin interrupted, carrying three boxes of pizza, "But if you don't shut up and eat, I'm finishing your half."
Changbin dropped the pizza boxes onto the coffee table. Chan immediately lunged for a slice, Jisung snatched two before Changbin could even open the second box.
You reached for a slice of your own, the warmth of the cardboard seeping into your fingers as you took your first bite.
The exhaustion of the past seven weeks, staying up late to fine tune every slide, running through practice presentations, arguing over citation formats, finally melted away with the simple act of chewing.
Jisung, usually incapable of sitting still for more than thirty seconds, actually paused between bites, slumping against the couch cushions with a satisfied sigh.
It was strange, how comfortable you’d grown here - how easily you’d slipped into the rhythm of their apartment, their habits, their banter.
When the last slice disappeared, you gathered your things. Jisung, still sprawled on the couch, craned his neck to watch you pack up, and offered to walk you out, as usual, but you waved him off.
the campus pathways were still buzzing with students as it was still around 8pm.
You waved over your shoulder without looking back, calling out a lazy, "Bye, guys," as the dorm door clicked shut behind you.
The evening air was warm and humid, typical for early summer, and you barely made it halfway across the quad when the first fat raindrop splattered against your forehead.
You paused, blinking up at the sky. "You've got to be kidding me," you muttered.
Within a few minutes, your hair was damp, your shirt started clinging uncomfortably to your shoulders.
you continued walking, not that you had any other choice, your shoes making sad squelching noises with each step, when suddenly the raindrops abruptly stopped hitting you.
You blinked, staring at the sidewalk where water still splattered against the pavement mere inches from your feet. Then you turned your head.
Jisung stood beside you, holding an umbrella over your head with one hand while rainwater soaked his other half. raindrops drenched his shoulder, his bangs were slightly damp and clung to his forehead.
you stared at him for a second. he was breathless, chest heaving, "You," you said flatly, "are the least effective umbrella holder I've ever seen."
Jisung grinned, shaking his head like a wet dog and spraying water droplets everywhere. "Excuse you," he said, nudging the umbrella handle toward you. "I ran after you."
You blinked at him, "You-" you started, then stopped, "Why?"
Jisung shrugged, "Because I wanted to," he said simply.
The umbrella was small enough that you had to stand closer than usual to both stay under it. His arm brushed against yours as you walked, making you hyper aware of the unusual proximity.
"You're still getting wet," you pointed out, glancing at the way rainwater still soaked his shoulder that wasn't covered by the umbrella.
Jisung shrugged, shifting the umbrella slightly more toward you. "I'm already soaked. Doesn't matter."
"that's stupid," you muttered, but you didn't step away.
The rain drummed a steady rhythm against the umbrella as you walked, the sound muffling the usual campus noises.
For once, Jisung wasn't filling the silence with chatter, just walking beside you.
"You didn't have to do this," you said after a moment.
Jisung glanced at you, a slight smile forming. "I know."
The simplicity of his answer caught you off guard. You looked away, focusing on the puddles splashing beneath your feet.
A gust of wind sent rain spraying sideways, and Jisung instinctively shifted, angling himself between you and the worst of it. His shoulder bumped against yours, steadying you when you slipped on a slick patch of pavement.
"Careful," he murmured, his hand briefly brushing your elbow before he pulled away.
The rain slowed to a drizzle as you reached the covered walkway outside your dorm building, its roof shielding you from the worst of the weather. Jisung shook the umbrella out with a flick of his wrist, sending droplets scattering across the pavement.
"You didn't have to walk me all the way back," you said, watching as he ran a hand through his damp hair, pushing it back from his forehead.
Jisung shrugged, "Would've been rude to leave you halfway."
"at least stay a bit till the rain dies down?" You leaned against the dorm's brick wall beneath the awning, the sound of rain pattering around you both. Jisung nodded, mirrored your posture.
after a moment of silence, "You're shivering," he noted, eyebrows knitting together.
"I'm fine," you lied, crossing your arms over your damp shirt.
Jisung then peeled off his hoodie. The motion made his tshirt ride up slightly, revealing a strip of skin that you very pointedly did not stare at.
"Here, it's less wet than yours" he said, dangling the garment in front of your face.
"you don't have to-"
"Do I have to put it on you myself?"
The mental image made your ears heat. "I'm capable of dressing myself, thanks." You snatched the hoodie, your fingers brushing against his.
The material was a little damp but still held the residual heat from his body as you pulled it over your head.
"There," he said, satisfied, reaching over to adjust the hood where it had caught on your ear. His fingers lingered for a heartbeat too long, tucking a strand of wet hair behind your ear. "Now you look-"
"Like a drowned rat in your laundry?" you supplied.
Jisung's mouth quirked. "I was gonna say cute, but sure, let's go with that."
You froze.
Jisung seemed to realize what he'd said at the same time you did. His ears turned pink, "I mean- not that you're not usually- I just-"
"You're rambling," you pointed out,
"Yeah," he admitted, uncharacteristically quiet. His eyes flickered to your mouth, then back up.
The rain drummed above you both, creating a rhythm that drowned out everything else.
Jisung leaned in, just slightly. Your pulse kicked up as you tilted your head toward him. His lips parted slightly, and you closed your eyes, inching closer.
Three inches. Two.
Then, police sirens.
Jisung flinched backward, his head whipping toward the sound. your eyes snapped open.
The sirens wailed louder - close, too close - their flashing blue lights reflecting off the wet pavement in erratic pulses.
His entire body tensed, fingers twitching at his sides as if physically restraining himself from bolting toward the noise.
"You should-" His voice cracked, and he cleared his throat, already stepping back. "You should go inside before you catch a cold."
You blinked. "What? No, I-"
"I need to go," Jisung blurted out, already taking another step backward.
"You're leaving?" You gestured at the rain still sheeting down. "In this?"
Jisung hesitated for only a second longer, "I'm sorry," he said, already backing away, "I'll- I'll text you."
And then he was gone, sprinting into the rain without so much as a glance back, his sneakers splashing through puddles as he disappeared around the corner of the building.
You stared after him, the hoodie sleeves dangling over your hands, rainwater dripping from your hair onto the pavement.
"What the hell?" you muttered to no one.
~
The shower barely warmed up before you finished washing off the rain. but the borrowed hoodie made up for it as you towel dried your hair.
Your phone buzzed against the sink counter, screen lighting up with a notification from a news page on twitter. You tapped it absently while tugging the hoodie's sleeves over your palms.
Safety Alert: Vehicle collision near university campus. Avoid area. Emergency responders on scene.
You frowned at the timestamp- eight minutes ago. Right around when those sirens had interrupted whatever that was with Jisung.
Scrolling down revealed tweets already flooding in.
seoullights: SPIDER-MAN JUST WEBBED A CAR FROM HITTING A BUS.
chemmajorhell: did spiderman just yeet a sedan???
strayawayfromme: video proof before yall call cap
You tapped the blurry video thumbnail.
The footage was shaky, clearly filmed by someone sprinting away.
A silver sedan spun out of control toward an intersection. Then - spiderman dropped from nowhere, webbing the car’s front bumper mid skid and yanking it sideways. The sedan screeched to a halt inches from a bus.
The camera panned up, catching Spiderman perched on a traffic light, one arm outstretched with webbing still attached to the car. you could see his shoulders heaving. Then his voice cut through your phone speakers.
“Hey, watch the crosswalk!”
The video froze mid buffering, right as Spiderman swung off the traffic light, but not before you caught the jagged movement, the way his descent stuttered unnaturally.
The camera jerked away, but not before you saw the red blooming across his leg where something, a piece of debris, maybe - had clipped him mid swing.
The next frame showed him stumbling slightly on landing, one hand pressed to his thigh before he forced himself upright.
You stared at your phone screen long after the video had ended, thumb hovering over the replay button.
The timing was too convenient. Jisung bolting the second those sirens blared, Spiderman appearing minutes later, the uncanny similarities in their voices, their mannerisms.
It was ridiculous. Impossible. And yet-
Your fingers twitched toward your messages, halfway through typing "Did you just-" before deleting it with a frustrated sigh.
What exactly were you going to ask? "Did you just stop a car crash as Spiderman?" That sounded insane, even for Jisung.
You tossed your phone onto your bed, where it landed against your comforter.
Outside, the rain had slowed down, occasional droplets tapping against your window.
You peeled off Jisung’s hoodie and held it up, studying it, It was just a hoodie. A dumb, slightly damp hoodie that smelled like his cheap cologne.
You groaned, flopping backward onto your bed and dragging a pillow over your face. "I’m losing it," you muttered to the empty room.
Because no. There was no way.
Han Jisung was not swinging around the city saving people.
He disappeared at weird times, and yes, he had so many unexplained bruises, and okay, maybe his voice did sound eerily similar to Spiderman’s when he was being particularly smug.
but that didn’t mean anything. Coincidences happened.
You were just tired. Overworked. Probably hallucinating from sleep deprivation.
~
days passed.
With the semester project finally submitted, you allowed yourself the luxury of not pulling all nighters for once. sleeping in past sunrise, lingering over coffee in the campus café instead of gulping it down between lectures.
The relief felt like shedding a weighted vest you hadn’t realized you’d been wearing.
But the reprieve from academic stress only left more room for other thoughts to creep in.
You noticed things now.
The way Jisung winced when he stretched too far in class, how he’d disappear mid conversation only to text some excuse his supposed stomach problems.
You pushed the observations aside, each time. It was ridiculous. Coincidental. Probably.
other than that, things between you and Jisung were... fine.
If "fine" meant orbiting each other like awkward middle school crushes, both hyperaware of the almost kiss that neither of you acknowledged.
He still showed up to your shared lectures, but now there was a hesitation in his movements. like he was constantly stopping himself from reaching out to fix your hair or brush a crumb off your cheek.
It was infuriating. And confusing. And maybe a little endearing, not that you'd ever admit it.
Chan and Changbin, to their credit, pretended not to notice the shift. Mostly.
Changbin did once mutter "Just kiss already, Jesus" before, earning a kick under the table from Chan. Jisung had choked, and you’d smoothly pretended not to hear anything.
but at least you have free time now, and actually sleep properly for a change.
but you might've jinxed yourself on that part.
~
you were at a cafe on campus with yunjin, the straw of your iced coffee collapsed with an obnoxious crunch as you sucked up the last dregs, barely listening to Yunjin's enthusiastic rundown of the annual university fair's attractions.
"-and the engineering department is doing a robot battle arena, which sounds lame until you realize they weaponized Roomba vacuums," she was saying, waving a fry for emphasis. "Plus free cotton candy if you donate blood at the med tent, which, morally questionable, but-"
then, a hand clamped onto your shoulder. "You."
Professor Ann’s grip was firm, her manicured nails digging in just enough to make you freeze mid sip.
The head of the biotech department had the presence of a hurricane, and right now, her gaze pinned you to your seat like a specimen under glass.
Yunjin’s fry hovered halfway to her mouth. "Uh,"
Professor Ann didn’t wait for a proper response, just tightened her grip on your shoulder and steered you bodily out of the cafe booth, her heels clicking against the tile floor as she marched you toward the science building. "You’re coming with me," she announced, not bothering to check if you were keeping up.
"Did I fail something?" you blurted out, scrambling to match her stride.
Professor Ann snorted, pushing open the heavy double doors with one hand. "If you had, I wouldn’t be dragging you to help"
She guided you down a hallway lined with framed research posters, stopping abruptly outside a lab door labeled 'Advanced Robotics AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY.'
Before you could process the warning sign, she shoved the door open with her shoulder. The lab was chaos, grad students hunched over circuit boards, undergrads scrambling with toolkits, and in the center of it all, looming like a sci fi monstrosity, stood a gleaming exoskeleton suit suspended on a display rig.
Professor Ann clapped once, sharp enough to cut through the noise. "Everyone, this is our missing piece."
A dozen exhausted faces swiveled toward you.
"she," Professor Ann continued, placing a hand on your shoulder, "is going to be the live demo operator for our showcase at the university festival next week."
You blinked. "I- what?"
"The neural interface needs a pilot with your exact cognitive profile," she said.
When you just stared, she sighed and grabbed a tablet off a nearby workstation, thrusting it into your hands. "Look. The suit’s responsiveness correlates with specific neural activity patterns - patterns you happen to excel at based on your neurobiology midterm scores."
The tablet displayed a graph you vaguely recognized from last semester’s lab, except someone had circled your data points in aggressive red marker.
One of the grad students, his lab coat streaked with what looked like motor oil, piped up. "We’ve been testing for weeks, and no one’s synced above 78% compatibility. Your scans hit 94%."
You gaped at the numbers. "That’s… not how brains work?"
Professor Ann waved a hand. "Technicalities. Point is, you’re our best shot at making this thing not faceplant during the demonstration."
A nervous laugh escaped you. "And if I say no?"
She smiled, the kind of smile that made you instinctively take a step back. "Then I reconsider your extra credit eligibility."
well, fuck.
You sighed, already resigning yourself to the inevitable. "Do I at least get hazard pay?"
Professor Ann patted your shoulder "You get bragging rights and a free tshirt."
The grad student handed you a stack of waivers thicker than your biochemistry textbook. "Mostly liability stuff," he assured you, "Also, you don't have to worry about your body strength. The suit does most of the heavy lifting."
You skimmed the first paragraph 'participant acknowledges risk of potential neural feedback, musculoskeletal strain, and/or unforeseen technological malfunction' before sighing and reaching for a pen.
Just when you thought you could get a breather.
~
Preparing for the university fair became the distraction you were grateful for, right up until it wasn’t.
The first few days were almost exhilarating. poring over schematics in the robotics lab, learning how to sync your movements with the exoskeleton’s hydraulic whirs, watching grad students argue over calibration settings.
It was a welcome reprieve from overthinking whatever the hell was going on with Jisung and spiderman.
Then the exhaustion hit.
you’d memorized the suit’s startup sequence faster than the engineers expected, but your hands shook from the overload, and your eyelids felt like sandpaper.
Professor Ann had you rehearsing the demo routine six times a day while undergrads adjusted sensors on your limbs like you were a mannequin. The suit itself was lighter than it looked, but after hours of testing, your shoulders ached from the pressure points, and your calves burned from the assisted jumps.
“You look like death warmed over,” Yunjin sai'd once, plopping down next to you in the cafeteria as you face planted onto the table.
The university fair preparations drained you in ways caffeine couldn't fix. By the fifth consecutive day in the robotics lab, you'd perfected the exosuit's startup sequence to a muscle memory beat - left knee actuator first, then right shoulder stabilizer, then the neural sync pulse that made your vision briefly pixelate. your hands developed a permanent tremor from exhaustion.
The suit's cooling vents whirred against your spine during particularly grueling rehearsals, doing little to combat the sweat soaking through your shirt as Professor Ann critiqued your form for the seventeenth time that hour.
"You're anticipating the jump instead of letting the suit assist," she called from her observation perch, tapping her tablet "It's making your landings sloppy."
You bit back the urge to snap at her, Instead, you wiped sweat from your brow with the back of your hand, careful not to dislodge the EEG sensors plastered across your forehead- and nodded. "Got it. Less anticipation, more... trusting the robot."
"Again," she commanded, tapping her tablet. "From the obstacle course sequence."
The suit whirred to life around you, servos clicking into place as the neural interface pinged your motor cortex with its familiar electric tingle.
You'd gotten used to the sensation, mostly, though the first time it happened, you'd yelped and nearly kneed a grad student in the face.
"Obstacle course sequence initiated," chimed the suit's automated voice, cheerful, like it wasn't about to fling you face first at a plywood wall.
You took off at a jog, letting the suit's augmented strength propel you forward faster than your legs could manage alone.
The first hurdle- a stack of foam blocks- approached. You tensed instinctively, bracing for impact, but the suit's hydraulics kicked in at the last second, launching you cleanly over with a whir that vibrated through your bones.
"Better," Professor Ann called from the sidelines. "Now stop thinking like a human."
wow, real helpful, Ann.
You barely had time to process that utterly unhelpful advice before the next obstacle, a swinging pendulum rigged with pool noodles, came at you sideways.
The suit's reflexes were faster than yours, it twisted your torso out of the way before could.
And then-
A sharp, staticky burst of feedback crackled through the neural interface.
Your vision whited out for half a second, the HUD flickering wildly as the suit's systems stuttered.
You stumbled mid stride, the suit's left knee actuator locking up at the worst possible moment - right as you were supposed to vault over a platform.
Instead of a graceful arc, you faceplanted directly into a crash mat, the suit's weight pinning you like an overturned turtle.
"Ow," you wheezed.
A flurry of panicked grad students descended, poking at the suit's access panels while muttering about "feedback loops" and "neural load thresholds." Professor Ann sighed, rubbing her temples.
"We'll recalibrate," she announced, "Take five."
You lay there for a solid thirty seconds before mustering the energy to roll onto your back, staring up at the lab's lights. The suit's chest plate dug uncomfortably into your ribs, but at this point, you were too tired to care.
Your phone buzzed in the pocket of your leggings, a minor miracle you could reach it with the suit's gauntlets in the way. You fished it out.
A text from Jisung
Jisung: u alive? heard u joined a mecha fight club
You snorted, typing one handed
you: more like a mecha abuse club
Jisung: want me to stage a rescue? chan says we have duct tape
you: rempting. But I think Prof Ann would hunt you down.
Jisung: worth it.
You stared at the message, something warm curling in your chest. another text popped up
Jisung: seriously tho. u look dead in that insta story
You blinked. You hadn't posted anything—
then you get a notification that you were tagged in a story,
You clicked it.
There, in glorious 240p, was a video of you mid faceplant, captioned 'MY FRIEND IS A WARRIOR' with heart eye emojis.
It had been filmed from the lab's observation window, where Jisung, Changbin, and Chan were currently pressed against the glass like overgrown children at a zoo exhibit.
all three of them waved. you barely raised a gauntlet to wave back when professor Ann cleared her throat pointedly behind you. "Break's over."
You sighed, letting the grad students haul you upright as another round of calibrations began.
~
The university festival arrived soon enough. The robotics department had transformed their section of the quad into something resembling a tech expo - neon lit banners flapping over display tables crammed with prototypes, while the exosuit sat center stage.
You stood off to the side, tugging at the suit’s armored collar where it pinched your neck. “Remind me why I agreed to this again?”
Professor Ann didn’t look up from her tablet. “Because you enjoy having a GPA above 4.0.”
Nearby, Changbin materialized with a cotton candy stick the size of a small child. “So,” he said, mouth full of pink sugar, “you gonna, like, punch through a wall or something?”
You rolled your shoulders, or tried to, given the suit’s restrictive plating. "More like gently lift a cinderblock while Professor Ann narrates like it’s a nature documentary."
Changbin nodded. "ohhh, so educational trauma." He tore off a chunk of cotton candy and offered it to you. "Here. Sugar helps with existential dread."
You leaned forward to take it, nearly toppling sideways when the suit’s weight shifted unexpectedly. Changbin steadied you with a snort.
you glanced around, "Where are the other two, anyway?"
Changbin shrugged, mouth already full of another cotton candy bite. "Chan is nearby, dunno where Jisung is tho," He squinted at you. "Why? Miss him already?"
You swatted at him, nearly knocking over a display of mini robot arms. "Shut up. I just figured he'd want front row seats to watch me faceplant in a million dollar death suit."
Before Changbin could retort, Professor Ann clapped her hands. "Showtime! Places, people!"
The stage lights flared to life, nearly blinding you as a crowd of students and faculty gathered around the robotics exhibit.
You swallowed hard, the suit's neural interface tingling at the base of your skull, and stepped into position.
The demo started smoothly enough. You lifted the weighted cinderblocks (Professor Kim’s narration did sound like a nature documentary), executed a series of precision jumps that would’ve shattered your knees without the suit’s assistance, and even managed not to decapitate any bystanders with the suit’s articulated arm extensions. The crowd ooh'ed and aah'ed on cue.
Then came the "surprise" obstacle course segment — because Professor Ann had a thing for theatrics.
You gritted your teeth as the suit’s HUD flashed a new sequence 'evasive maneuvers initiated'.
The first hurdle was easy. The second, a sudden spray of water jets from the stage’s hidden nozzles, nearly sent you skidding into a group of horrified freshmen.
You recovered just in time to hear yunjin yell "STICK THE LANDING!" from the front row, cotton candy clutched in both her hands, closely resembling a cheerleader's pom poms.
And then-
A sharp, staticky burst of feedback crackled through the neural interface.
Your vision whited out for half a second, the HUD flickering wildly as the suit’s systems stuttered.
something was gonna go wrong.
You stumbled mid stride, the left knee actuator locking up just as you were supposed to vault over the final platform. you careened sideways, straight toward the exhibit’s main power grid.
Time slowed.
The crowd’s murmurs faded into white noise as your outstretched hand grazed the power console.
a high voltage power surge triggered a thermal runaway in the main power grid behind the stage. A fire was about to errupt.
Thick, black smoke erupted from the stage’s machinery, fire instantly filling the upper half of the pavilion. Screams erupted as the toxic cloud billowed outward.
"EVACUATE!" Professor Ann bellowed, already herding students back. "fire suppression system engaged!"
The automated sprinklers hissed to life, just as the security shutters began slamming down with a groan, cutting off exits.
You barely registered Changbin being yanked to safety by Chan before the nearest shutter sealed with a final clang, trapping you inside the smoke filled platform.
Alone.
Coughing, you fumbled for the suit’s emergency release, only for the neural interface to shriek another burst of feedback, locking the mechanisms.
The smoke burned your lungs with every ragged breath. Staggering backward, you collided with the half collapsed display behind you-
-just as the ceiling groaned ominously.
You looked up in time to see the steel framework buckling, the entire lighting rig teetering precariously.
"Well," you wheezed, blinking up at the collapsing ceiling through the smoke, "if I'm going to die, at least it's in a multimillion-dollar robo-coffin."
The suit's HUD flickered in agreement, or maybe it was just short circuiting. Either way, not ideal.
The ceiling groaned louder, steel beams creaking under the weight of compromised supports. You squeezed your eyes shut-
-and then something yanked you sideways with enough force to make your teeth clack together.
"Ow," you mumbled against a fabric covered chest as momentum sent you both skidding across the stage floor.
The impact knocked the breath from your lungs, but the arms around you were firm. When you pried your eyes open, the first thing you saw was a familiar red and blue suit sleeve.
Spiderman.
The idiot was holding you so tightly you could feel his heart hammering through the suit’s fabric. Smoke curled around his masked face as he quickly assessed the collapsing pavilion, one arm still locked around your waist.
he launched you both upward just as the ceiling fully gave way. The suit’s weight made the motion clumsier than his usual swings, and you barely had time to register the stomach dropping lurch before his web caught a still intact beam, yanking you sideways out of the debris path.
“Hold on—”
You didn’t get a chance to protest before he was maneuvering you both toward the nearest shutter, where the metal had buckled just enough to reveal a sliver of daylight.
The smoke was thicker here, clawing at your throat as Spiderman braced against the frame, muscles straining as he forced the gap wider with a grunt.
“Go, go, go—”
You barely scrambled free before the framework buckled behind you with a deafening crash. A strangled yelp cut through the noise - cut off too soon. Whirling around, you saw the shutter had snapped shut like a trap, pinning Spiderman’s torso beneath twisted steel. His fingers clawed at the gap, but the mechanism held fast.
"Hey- hey!" You dropped to your knees, grappling with the metal. It didn’t budge. Smoke curled from the seams, stinging your eyes as you yanked harder. "Stop playing dead and help me, you idiot!"
A weak cough answered you. Spiderman’s head lolled against the shutter, mask fogging unevenly with each labored breath.
When you finally wrenched the metal aside far enough to pull him free, his suit tore on jagged edges, revealing a gash along his ribs that oozed crimson down his side.
The exosuit's neural interface screamed warnings at you 'SYSTEM FAILURE, LOCK ENGAGED' but you slammed your forearm against the emergency release with enough force to break. Hydraulics hissed as the plating finally disengaged, clattering to the ground in pieces that probably cost more than your tuition.
You stumbled free just in time to see Spiderman's fingers slip from the shutter's edge.
"Don't you dare pass out on me," you snapped, dropping to your knees beside him. His breathing was ragged, mask clinging to his face where sweat and blood had glued it unevenly. Up close, the tear in his suit was worse - jagged metal had ripped through the fabric, exposing a deep gash that painted his side in alarming red streaks. Your fingers hovered uselessly before finding purchase on his shoulder. "Hey. Eyes open, c'mon"
Spiderman groaned, head lolling sideways. His gloved fingers twitched toward the wound before flopping back down. "'M'fine," he slurred, voice thick with pain. "Just... nap time."
A distant wail of sirens cut through the smoke. Fire department. EMTs. People who would absolutely not ignore a bleeding Spiderman sprawled in the wreckage.You grabbed his wrist and yanked. "Up. Now."
"Ow shit-" He scrambled upright with your help, one hand clamped over his ribs. The motion dislodged his mask slightly, revealing a sliver of bruised jawline you'd seen a hundred times. Your stomach dropped.
You didn’t have time to process it, not with sirens wailing closer, so you hooked his arm over your shoulders and half dragged, half carried him away from the wreckage.
The abandoned greenhouse behind the biology building was your only option - it was nearby, its broken windows and overgrown vines made it the perfect place to hide from the commotion outside.
You kicked the door open with your foot, nearly tripping over a pile of discarded plant trays as you hauled him inside.
Your knees gave out the second the door slammed shut behind you, sending both of you crashing onto the cracked tile floor.
Spiderman slumped against the glass wall with a pained hiss, his face bruised and cut beneath the half displaced mask.
You didn’t think. You grabbed the edge of his mask and yanked it off.
Han Jisung blinked up at you, dazed and bleeding and unmistakably himself.
his breath was laboured, so was yours, both of you struggling to catch your breaths and comprehend what just unfolded in the past 10 minutes.
"I wanted to tell you," he whispered, voice cracking. His fingers twitched toward yours but stopped short, "I swear I did."
The sheer absurdity of it, the late night library rescue, the perfect grades despite the exhaustion, jisung being the city’s savior - it hit you all at once.
Tears pricked your eyes, but a breathless, hysterical laugh escaped your throat. You were crying and laughing simultaneously, completely overwhelmed.
Jisung flinched. "Hey, hey, don’t cry, please don’t cry," he panicked, wincing as he tried to reach out. "Are you hurt? Did something hit you?"
You wiped your face with the back of your hand, "No, you absolute moron, I'm not hurt - you're the one bleeding all over the place!"
He blinked, then glanced down at his side like he’d forgotten about the gaping wound. "Oh. Right." His fingers prodded the edges before he winced and pulled them away. "Huh. That’s... more red than usual."
You grabbed the hem of your shirt , "Future of Robotics" in bold text printed in the center, professor Ann's stupid merch - you ripped a strip clean off with a tear.
Jisung’s eyes widened as you shoved the fabric against his side, pressing hard enough to make him yelp. "Ow-fuck- are you trying to finish the job?"
"Shut up," you muttered, fingers trembling as you knotted the makeshift bandage tight around his ribs.
The white fabric bloomed red almost instantly, but you tightened it further, ignoring his hissed curses. "You’re literally bleeding out, and your first instinct is to make a joke? Typical."
Jisung’s breath hitched when your fingers brushed a particularly nasty bruise. "Not a joke," he managed, voice strained. "Just - really bad at serious moments." His attempt at a grin faltered when you glared up at him, tear tracks still fresh on your cheeks. The humor drained from his face. "...You’re really mad, huh?"
"Mad?" Your laugh came out jagged. "I’m furious. You’ve been- what, swinging around campus this whole time? Letting me think Spiderman was some-some urban legend while you sat next to me?" Your voice cracked. "You let me argue with you about yourself."
Jisung winced. "Okay, when you say it like that-"
"You saved me," you interrupted, hands still fisted in the bloody fabric of his suit. "Twice. And then- what, just went back to making our project like nothing happened?"
His fingers twitched toward yours but stopped short. "I wanted to tell you," he admitted quietly. "Every damn day. But-" He exhaled sharply, wincing as the movement tugged his injury. "What was I supposed to say? 'Hey, by the way, I’m the guy you keep calling a fake on Twitter?'"
"You could’ve trusted me," you shot back.
"I do," he whispered. "More than anyone." His palm settled over yours where it pressed against his wound, "That’s why it hurt so much not to tell you."
The confession hung between you. Outside, sirens wailed, and the distant shouts of first responders filtered through the greenhouse glass.
Your breath stuttered. "You’re an idiot,"
Jisung’s laugh was breathless, pained. "Yeah," he agreed. His free hand lifted, hovering near your cheek. "I'm sorry."
You didn’t let him hesitate. Grabbing his wrist, you pressed his palm to your face. "I won't forgive you that easily," you muttered.
"I know, I'll work for it" he said, thumb wiping a tear away.
and then you leaned down and kissed him.
It was messy, your hands were bloody, his hands were bloody, but his gasp against your mouth was worth every second of confusion. His fingers cupped your face, pulling you closer like he’d wanted to do this for years. Maybe he had.
You broke away first, gasping for air, only for Jisung’s lips to chase yours clumsily, His fingers trying to pull you closer, tugging you back with a whimper that was equal parts desperation and pain.
"Wait-" he mumbled against your mouth, "I think I blacked out for a second- was that real or am I hallucinating from blood loss?"
You laughed, your forehead resting against his as his fingers trembled against your cheek. "It was real," you murmured, breath warm against his split lip. "You're not hallucinating."
Jisung blinked up at you, his lips twitched into a wobbly smile. "Hmm. I dunno." His thumb traced the curve of your cheekbone, "Might need another one, just to make sure."
you leaned in again, kissing him slower this time, letting him memorize the shape of your mouth on his.
His breath hitched when you nipped at his lower lip, and you felt the exact moment his brain short circuited, his grip on your waist slackened, then tightened again. When you pulled back, his dazed expression was priceless.
"...Okay," he breathed, licking his split lip absently. "Definitely real." His gaze dropped to your mouth again, lingering. "Also, wow, we should've done this sooner"
~
30 minutes after dragging Jisung to the greenhouse, Chan and Changbin found you both — Chan’s expression tight with worry, Changbin unusually silent as he took in the bloodied state of his roommate.
They didn’t ask questions. Chan simply slung Jisung’s arm over his shoulders while Changbin handed you his hoodie to cover the torn edges of your clothes. You watched them disappear before you turned toward the chaos of the main campus.
The quad was still swarming with paramedics and evacuated students when you pushed through the crowd. Yunjin spotted you first, her face crumpling in relief as she barreled you into a hug.
You let her fuss, nodding through her rapid - fire questions about smoke inhalation and whether you’d seen the structural collapse, but you offered no answers about where you’d been or who’d pulled you out.
The university issued a formal apology within hours, citing a critical system failure in the exosuit’s neural dampeners, and suspended all related projects indefinitely.
By evening, campus security had roped off the pavilion with yellow tape, and administrators granted you a week’s leave to recover, not that you needed it. Your bruises were superficial compared to the ones hidden beneath Jisung’s hastily bandaged ribs.
Across campus, Chan and Changbin had hauled a barely conscious Jisung back to their apartment through the service elevators, his suit stuffed into Changbin’s bag. They fussed over him like parents, then stitched him up with a first aid kit and a YouTube tutorial.
True to his enhanced biology, Jisung’s wounds closed faster than humanly possible- the deep gash along his ribs scarred over within three days, though the bruising lingered in ugly shades of yellow green.
The university excused his absence with a vague note about "lab accident trauma," which wasn’t entirely a lie.
He spent the first 48 hours sleeping off the worst of the pain, only waking when Changbin force fed him or when Chan changed his bandages.
You told Yunjin everything eventually.
Not the Spider-Man part - that was his secret to share, not yours - but the Jisung part. but you didn’t have to say much.
She wasn’t surprised.
“Oh my god,” Yunjin groaned, flopping backward onto your bed like you’d just confessed to something painfully obvious. “Finally. Do you know how exhausting it’s been watching you two?” she said, “You’ve been making heart eyes at each other since sophomore year.”
and three weeks later, the university had moved on from the festival disaster like any other. The wrecked pavilion was already half demolished, the exosuit project quietly scrubbed from the department website, and Professor Ann transferred to a research branch in Busan under suspiciously sudden circumstances.
the semester resumed, lectures, exams, studying, but for you, everything had shifted.
~
The tap against your window was barely audible- just three quick raps of knuckles against glass, You shoved your chair back with a smile and crossed the room in three strides. The window slid open with a quiet creak, letting in a gust of cool night air.
Spiderman was perched upside down on the fire escape, "Miss me?" he asked, swinging forward until his face was inches from yours.
You hummed, reaching forward to tug his mask down just enough to reveal his mouth, then leaned in and kissed him. His fingers scrambled against your windowsill for purchase, his gloves squeaking against the metal as you grabbed his face and deepened the kiss.
When you finally pulled away, he was breathless, still dangling by his knees, "You were gone for two hours," you deadpanned, but your hands reached for him, fingers curling into the fabric of his suit to tug him inside. He tumbled into your room.
"Two hours and seventeen minutes," he corrected, pulling flowers from behind his back with a flourish. "Which is exactly how long it took to track these down."
The bouquet was… well, it was something. A color cluster of wildflowers, dandelions, and what looked suspiciously like a handful of weeds yanked from a sidewalk crack, all tied together with a web string.
You stared at it. "You robbed a community garden?"
"Rude. I foraged." He shoved the flowers toward you insistently. "Also, I nearly got arrested. Show some appreciation."
You took the bouquet, your nose wrinkling as a ladybug crawled lazily across one of the petals. "They’re… vibrant."
"See? Vibrant." Jisung beamed, rocking onto his toes. "I knew you’d love them."
You snorted, turning to place the bouquet on your desk — gently, because despite the weeds and the ladybug, he’d tried, only to yelp when Jisung’s arms suddenly wrapped around your waist from behind. His chin dropped onto your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck as he nuzzled into the space just below your ear.
"Admit it," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "You adore them."
You elbowed him lightly, but didn’t pull away. "I adore you" you muttered, then immediately regretted it when his grip tightened and you felt his grin against your skin.
"Knew that, too," he said smugly, pressing a kiss to the side of your throat that made your breath hitch. His hands slid up your sides, thumbs brushing the underside of your ribs through your thin shirt.
"Missed you," he added, quieter this time, lips moving against your throat, tracing a path up to your jawline that sent shivers down your spine.
You twisted in his arms, turning to face him just as his mouth found yours, impatient, he'd been waiting all night for this. His fingers tangled in your hair, tugging just hard enough to make you gasp against his mouth, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours with a low, satisfied hum.
You giggled as Jisung’s lips trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below your ear. "My roommate’s in the other room," you whispered, leaning into him despite yourself. "She’s sleeping."
Jisung paused, his breath hot against your skin. "Well," he murmured, dragging his mouth lower, "you’ve gotta be quiet then." His hands slid under your shirt, gloved fingers skimming your waist before hands tightened, lifting you effortlessly.
You barely had time to register the movement before your back hit the mattress, his body hovering over yours, "Quiet," he whispered, pressing a finger to your lips, though his own grin made it clear he had no intention of making that easy for you.
His mouth found yours again, swallowing your breathless laugh as his gloved hands slid beneath your shirt, then his mouth drifted lower, biting your lip to stifle a whimper when his teeth grazed your collarbone, lower, his tongue flicked over the peak of your breast through the fabric, and you dug your fingers into his hair, tugging impatiently.
"Jisung" you hissed, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Patience," he murmured against your skin, tho the way his hands trembled as they pushed your shirt up betrayed his own impatience. His lips followed the path of his fingers, kissing down your stomach until he reached the waistband of your shorts. He hooked his thumbs into them, glancing up at you with a look so openly hungry it made your pulse stutter.
"You’re sure?" he asked, his voice rough.
You nodded, swallowing hard. "Yes. Please."
The second the word left your lips, Jisung yanked your shorts and underwear down in one swift motion, tossing them somewhere over his shoulder without breaking eye contact, as he settled between your thighs. "You’re so pretty like this," he breathed, his thumbs brushing the inside of your knees, pushing them apart gently. "All worked up just ’cause of me."
Your face burned, but before you could retort, his mouth was on you, his tongue dragging a path that made your back arch off the bed.
You barely stifled a gasp, biting down on your lip as his hands tightened around your thighs, holding you open.
"Fuck," Jisung muttered against you, his voice wrecked, his breath uneven like he was the one unraveling. "Taste so good—"
The words dissolved into a groan when your fingers twisted in his hair, tugging hard enough to make his hips jerk. His answering laugh was breathless, uneven, his lips curving against you as he doubled down, tongue flicking over you in a way that made your legs shake.
his mouth was *relentless, teasing and coaxing until your grip on his hair turned desperate, his mouth never faltering as he swallowed every sound you tried - and failed - to stifle.
"You- ah -I'm gonna-" The warning barely escaped your lips before Jisung's fingers tightened around your thighs, pinning you down as his tongue swirled faster. Your back arched off the bed, a strangled gasp tearing free as you came, his name half choked in your throat.
he didn't let up for a second, dragging out every shuddering pulse until your legs twitched violently against his shoulders, your fingers yanking his head back.
he crawled up your body, wiping his mouth with the back of his glove, still wearing the damn suit, before leaning down to kiss you, deep and so filthy, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
you felt him rolling his hips against yours. The fabric of his suit was frustratingly thick, but you could still feel the heat of him pressing against your thigh, "Still with me?" he murmured, nipping at your jaw when you didn’t answer fast enough.
You grabbed his face, pulling him down into another kiss, his breath hitching when you rolled your hips up against him, the friction drawing a ragged groan from his throat.
“Still with you,” you muttered against his lips, your fingers already working at the hidden zipper of his suit. “But this stupid thing needs to go.”
Jisung let you zip the suit down to his waist. The second his bare skin met yours, he shuddered, his hands gripping your waist, “You’re killing me,” he mumbled against your neck.
You reached between you, wrapping your hand around him, and the noise he made sent a thrill straight to your core. His forehead dropped to your shoulder, his breath coming in short, uneven bursts as you stroked him slowly, relishing the way his muscles tensed under your touch.
“Jisung,” you whispered, “you’re so loud.”
Jisung's head snapped up, his face flushed "I'm" he started, but his protest dissolved into a gasp when your thumb swiped over the head of his cock. His hips jerked forward involuntarily, "oh- fuck," he hissed, his voice cracking.
Jisung’s breath hitched when you tightened your grip, his hips stuttering against your hand. His eyes flickered shut for a fraction of a second before snapping open again, "You-" he started, voice strangled, but you just smirked, slowing your strokes.
"Oh, sorry," you whispered, feigning innocence. "Am I distracting you, Spiderman?"
That did it. Jisung’s fingers clamped around your wrist, wrenching your hands away and pinning them above your head with one hand.
Before you could react, his other hand flicked out - thwip - and suddenly your wrists were bound together by a thin strand of webbing, stuck fast to the headboard. You yanked instinctively, but the silk held firm.
"Cheater," you hissed, glaring up at him through your lashes.
"You started it," he murmured, dragging his free hand down your torso, fingertips skating where you wanted him most. His thumb hooked into the hem of your shirt, tugging it up until the fabric bunched under your bound arms. "Now you get to lie there and take it."
His fingers suddenly dipped into you, curling, and you arched off the bed with a strangled moan. "Told you to be quiet," he murmured, "want me to web your mouth too?".
His fingers withdrew before you could answer back, leaving you clenching around nothing, and you barely had time to whimper before he was lining himself up, the head of his cock dragging through your slick with a filthy, wet sound.
His hips jerked forward once, just a teasing press, enough to make your breath hitch - before he stilled, "Fuck," he muttered, his voice ragged. "Gimme a second - fuck -"
You rolled your hips impatiently, earning a choked groan from him as his grip on your waist tightened. "Jisung," you hissed, nails scraping uselessly against the webbing binding your wrists. "If you don’t move-"
He cut you off with a sharp thrust, burying himself to the hilt in one motion. The noise he made was downright embarrassing, his hips stuttering as he adjusted to the feeling. "God," he panted, his breath hot against your skin. "You feel so, fuck-"
His words dissolved into a groan as he pulled out slowly, only to slam back in with enough force to jolt the bedframe against the wall. You bit down on your lip hard, stifling a cry as he set a punishing pace, his hips snapping forward with a rhythm that left you seeing stars.
The webbing held firm, keeping you pinned beneath him as he fucked you with single minded intensity, his breath coming in ragged bursts against your collarbone.
one sharp thrust forced a moan from your lips before you could bite it back - loud, embarrassingly loud - and Jisung’s hand slapped over your mouth instantly, his fingers pressing hard enough to muffle the sound.
"Quiet," he whispered, but his hips didn’t slow - if anything, the pace turned meaner, each snap of his hips deliberate and punishing. "Roommate’s sleeping, remember?"
You whimpered against his palm, your back arching off the bed as he angled his hips just right, hitting that spot inside you that made your vision blur. his own control fraying at the edges as he fucked you into the mattress.
"Fuck - fuck - you feel so good," he muttered, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. His fingers flexed against your mouth, his other hand gripping your hip hard.
Jisung’s hand slid from your mouth to your throat, his fingers pressing just enough to take your breath away, his thumb brushing the line of your jaw as he leaned down, “Close?” he murmured, his hips never slowing their relentless pace.
You nodded frantically, your breath coming in short, uneven gasps as his cock dragged against that spot inside you with every thrust. The webbing around your wrists tugged taut with every movement, keeping you pinned beneath him, utterly at his mercy.
“Yeah?” he breathed, his hips stuttered, his rhythm faltering for just a second. “Gonna cum for me?” His free hand slid between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight, frantic circles that made your back arch off the bed.
You couldn’t answer - couldn’t think - just clenched around him with a muffled cry, your thighs shaking as pleasure crashed over you in waves. Jisung swore under his breath, his fingers tightening around your throat just slightly as he fucked you through it, his hips losing their rhythm entirely as he chased his own release.
"Gonna - fuck - gonna cum too," Jisung gasped, his rhythm faltered completely then, his thrusts turning erratic, desperate .
His forehead dropped to your shoulder with a ragged whimper, his hips jerked forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt. You felt him pulse inside you, his whole body trembling with the force of his release.
Jisung slumped against you, his breath still ragged against your collarbone, his fingers flexing weakly against your throat before sliding up to cradle your jaw instead. His thumb traced the curve of your cheekbone, his touch gentle compared to the way he absolutely rocked your shit just now.
"You okay?" he murmured, his voice hoarse.
You let out a shaky breath, your wrists tugging instinctively against the webbing still binding them. "Pretty sure you just short circuited my brain there," you admitted, your voice equally wrecked.
Jisung let out a tired laugh, his nose scrunched up adorably - adorably, god, when had you started thinking of him like that? - as he pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek. "Mission accomplished,"
Your wrists twisted slightly against the sticky webbing, the thin silk strands flexing but refusing to give. "Jisung," you muttered, wincing at the dull ache in your arms from being pinned above your head for so long. "This hurts. set me free."
His smile faltered immediately. A flicker of panic darted across his face as he sat up, suddenly nervous. "Uh." He scratched the back of his neck, avoiding your eyes. "Yeah, about that."
You narrowed your eyes. "About that?"
"The - uh - the webbing," he admitted, wincing preemptively like he expected you to throw something at him. "It... doesn’t dissolve for, like... an hour?"
Your jaw dropped. "An hour?"
Jisung scrambled upright, his hands flying up in mock surrender "Okay, okay! Before you kill me-" he started, then paused, reconsidering. "When you kill me- I swear I have a solution. Kind of. Maybe."
You yanked at the webbing again, the strands stretching slightly but refusing to budge. "What kind of solution?" you hissed through gritted teeth.
He bit his lip, "So... I've been working on this solvent? For emergencies? Like, if I accidentally web someone who isn't a criminal, or-"
"Jisung."
“Okay, so the solvent is back at my dorm. Which, uh. Isn’t here.”
You stared at him. “You’re joking.”
“I wish,” he groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Look, I can swing back real quick-”
“You are not leaving me like this,” you hissed, twisting against the webbing for emphasis. The strands held firm, sticking stubbornly to your wrists and the headboard. “What if my roommate wakes up?”
Jisung blanched. “Oh. Right.” He glanced at the door, then back at you, his expression shifting from panic to something close to amusement. “So... we wait?”
“We wait?” you repeated, incredulous. “Jisung, I am naked and stuck to my own bed.”
“.....skill issue?”
you end up waiting the entire hour. with jisung serving as a very poor distraction to the the ache blooming in your arms and shoulders.
~
The university’s digital bulletin board flickered to life at exactly 9 am, updating the semester’s final rankings. You stood frozen in front of the screen, backpack dangling precariously off one shoulder.
your eyes skimmed over the results, your name in first place with a 100% next to it, followed by Jisung with a 98%.
A beat of silence. Then-
“No way,” you blurted, so loud it echoed off the empty hallway walls.
Behind you, a familiar weight slumped against your back, Jisung’s chin hooking over your shoulder as he squinted at the screen. “Huh,” he said, voice dripping with exaggerated contemplation. “That’s weird.”
You whirled around, “Huh? That’s all you have to say?”
Jisung shrugged, his lips twitching into that infuriatingly smug grin you’d spent years wanting to wipe off his face, though now, you had far more effective methods than stomping on his foot.
“I mean, congrats,” he said, leaning in until his nose brushed yours. “Enjoy your victory lap, genius. It’s not gonna last.”
You rolled your eyes, “Keep telling yourself that, Spiderboy.”
“Spiderman,” he corrected, flicking your forehead before dancing out of reach. “And don’t think this means you get to slack off. I’m watching you.” He mimed narrowing his eyes, pointing two fingers at his own eyes, then at you.
You lunged for him, but Jisung dodged effortlessly, freakishly fast - your wrist with a laugh and tugging you flush against his chest. His fingers slid between yours, “Seriously,” he murmured, voice softer now, “I’m proud of you.”
“Yeah, well,” you muttered, ducking your head to hide the flush creeping up your neck. “Turns out I can focus when a certain idiot isn’t yapping in my ear.”
“Wow. Wow.” he gasped dramatically, clutching his chest like you’d shot him. “After everything we’ve been through? The trauma? The bonding? You wound me.”
You snorted, shoving him away “Go lick your wounds in silence,” you said, turning on your heel toward the lecture hall. “I have a victory lap to take.”
a/n: I proofread this at the mall after my friend stood me up when I was ALREADY THERE, anyway, it's done! I had so much fun with spiderhan, hope u did too!!
warnings: unprotected sex; oral sex (f!receiving); dirty talk; exhibitionism; voyeurism
summary: you were just a viewer until you became the whole show. this is the story of how you went from watching your favourite camboy to becoming a camgirl yourself
a/n: okay so i became obsessed with cam fics after i read @kloversung han cam fic and @channlust chan cam fic and they’re totally responsible for me writing this so i have to give them all the credits and the roses and you have to read their fics right now!!!!
you leave the last box just inside the front door and let out a long breath as you stand there, looking at your new apartment. the boxes full with your stuff sit against every wall - some of them are stacked neatly, labelled in thick black marker, but others are piled wherever you found an empty spot during your endless trips between your old place and this one.
kitchen.
bathroom.
clothes.
bedroom.
books.
the labels start blurring together as exhaustion settles deeper into your bones. you had spent the entire day moving, because from the moment that you woke up this morning, it’s been nothing but carrying, lifting, driving, unloading and then carrying everything all over again. moving always sounds simple until you’re actually doing it.
now that everything is finally here, everything is finally in your new apartment, you have to do the next part, which is to unpack everything you had spent days, even weeks packing.
“great”, you say as a groan leaves your lips.
you rub your face with both hands before looking around again. the sight is overwhelming but you know that if you leave everything until tomorrow you’ll have yourself later so you force yourself to start, at least with the essentials, that’s the rule.
you walk towards the kitchen and find the box labelled in large letters across the side and after wrestling with the tape for a bit, you finally get it open. inside are plates wrapped in newspaper, glasses protected by towels, utensils bundled together and various kitchen tools.
it’s not exciting or fun, but it’s necessary.
you begin putting things away one by one - the spoons, forks and knives go into one drawer, the plates into the cabinet above the counter, the bowls next to them and the glasses in the next one.
every movement feels slower than it normally would. your muscles protest each time you lift your arms but slowly, the kitchen starts looking less like and empty shell and more like a place someone actually lives in.
a small victory, but you take it anyway.
after finishing the basics, you open another box which has more kitchen supplies - your coffee mugs, a frying pan, a saucepan, the electric kettle you use almost every day. you smile a bit when you find it, at least tomorrow morning won’t be a disaster.
when you’re done with the essentials, there are still boxes against the wall but the kitchen looks functional. it’s not complete, not even close, but at least you can cook and eat here, and that’s enough for now.
you decide to focus on your clothes now so you move to your bedroom which is even more chaotic than your living room. there are boxes surrounding the bed frame you had put together earlier, suitcases sitting open near your wardrobe and clothes spilling from partially opened boxes.
you kneel beside one of them and begin sorting through everything - your trousers, your t-shirts, your dresses… you hang some items in the wardrobe and fold others into drawers. the repetitive task is oddly calming after the day you’ve had, you focus only on simple things. fold, stack, hang and repeat.
it takes you a bit longer than you had expected because you keep stopping to stretch your back and shake out your sore arms, and sometimes you have to stop when you find clothes that you don’t remember packing or even having in the first place.
you unpack enough clothes to get through the week and you decide to stop there for the day, closing your wardrobe and the suitcases and boxes. your room is definitely not finished, there are still boxes everywhere, but at least you know where some of your clothes are, you won’t have to dig through cardboard tomorrow to find a clean t-shirt.
you walk towards your living room again and look at the boxes that remain untouched. you know there are hours of unpacking ahead of you, maybe days, but that sounds like a future you problem, so you move to your sofa, which is one of the few pieces of furniture already in place, and practically collapse onto it.
the cushions sink beneath your body and a relieved sigh escapes you immediately. for the first time all day, you’re not carrying anything, or lifting boxes, or unpacking, or organising. no, you’re just sitting, finally. but despite the exhaustion, despite the aching muscles and the mountain of work still waiting for you, a small sense of satisfaction settles in your chest because the hardest part is over.
you let your head fall back against the sofa and close your eyes for a moment and then your phone suddenly beeps, cutting through the silence of the apartment. you open your eyes and reach for your phone, thinking it might be one of your friends checking whether you’ve survived moving day, but then you see the alarm and a small smile appears on your face.
“oh”
right, that alarm, the one you never forget to set, the one you look forward to always.
everyone has their own ways of relaxing - some people watch movies, some people read books, others play games after a long day and you? you relax watching your favourite camboy with his hands on his dick as your fingers disappear inside you.
you open his page and type your information without even looking, the process so familiar now that you barely need to think about it anymore. after some seconds, his page loads and you wait for the livestream to start. you see comments from other viewers already, all of you waiting for the same thing, waiting for him.
you shift further into the sofa, allowing yourself to relax properly as the anticipation kicks in. the screen flickers once and then the livestream begins.
leethighs is live.
he’s already there, sitting on the edge of his bed, his body framed from the neck down as always, you’ve never seen his face. his black boxers hug the thick outline of his cock and his chest rises and falls slowly.
the chat explodes the second he appears.
user69: fuck yes finally
cumslut: he is so hard already
he chuckles seeing the comments, his voice low and rough. one of his hands slides down his stomach, his fingers tracing the skin that disappears under the waistband of his boxers. he palms himself through his boxers, giving the whole length a squeeze so everyone can watch it twitch and swell even more.
“hi everyone, did you miss me?”, he says, his voice already teasing, “i’ve been thinking about you all day. wondering how many of you are already wet just from waiting for me”
his thumb moves to drag over the head of his cock, pressing the damp spot that’s starting to form and you have to stop yourself from moaning out loud.
“look how hard i already am for you”, he says.
your thighs press together on the sofa and heat pools between your legs, your cunt growing slicker with every lazy stroke he gives himself. you still don’t touch yourself, you just watch him, your nipples tightening under your t-shirt.
edgequeen: don’t take them off yet
princessonline: stroke your dick through the boxers more
the donations keep coming and he obeys instantly, laughing as he cups his balls through the fabric while his other hand keeps stroking his cock. the boxers are so tight now that the head of his cock is clearly outline, a dark wet patch spreading at the tip.
“so you wanna tell me what to do, huh? okay, i guess we can do that today”, he purs, his hips rolling forward into his own grip.
he moves his fingers to the waistband of his boxers and tugs them down just enough so the base of his cock shows, thick and veined. then he lets it snap back up, the elastic slapping against his skin.
you bite your lip, feeling your panties soaked through, the fabric clinging to your folds. he leans back on one hand, spreading his legs wider so the camera catches everything. his other hand traces his cock again, slower this time, circling the head with two fingers until another bead of precum soaked into the fabric.
“i can imagine all of you…”, he says, reading the comments, “so wet for me, already dripping. but stay like that for me, don’t come yet. i want us to do it together”
the chat goes feral.
edgequeen: please take them off now
user69: pull it out now
you decide to comment too, your thoughts completely clouded by him.
littlekitten: god i wish you could just fuck me
he looks at the comments and laughs softly, the sound going straight to your clit. both of his hands move to the waistband and he pauses there, letting the tension stretch for a moment and then, he peels the boxers down in one movement.
his cock springs free, the tip already shiny with precum. it slaps up against his stomach, before settling heavy between his thighs. he wraps one hand around the base, giving it a slow pump so a fresh bead of his cum wells at the slit and drips down his cock.
“there it is”, he says, “all for you”
your hand finally slips under your shorts and panties and you move two fingers through your soaked folds, parting them, feeling how swollen and wet you already are. you circle your clit a few times and then slide your fingers lower, pressing them inside you with a loud moan.
on screen he starts stroking himself more, from base to tip, twisting his wrist there. precum keeps leaking, making everything slick and shiny, and the wet sounds of his hand moving fill your room along with his low moans and yours.
princessonline: spit on it pls
the sound of another donation comes in again and he leans forward, letting a thick string of spit fall from his mouth onto the tip of his cock, the sight of it making you even more wet. his spit mixes with the precum, and he uses it to stroke his cock faster. you match him without thinking, your fingers moving in and out of you at the same rhythm, your thumb rubbing your clit now too.
the chat is pure chaos now as the donations keep flying in and everyone begs him to go faster, to go harder, to let them watch him come.
“fuck-”, he gasps, “i-i’m cumming”
your fingers curl inside yourself, pressing against your spot while your thumb works your clit faster. on screen his hand becomes a blur, his cock glistening and his thighs trembling.
“now”, he says, his voice rough, “want you to come with me. right now”
thick ropes of cum erupt from his cock, painting his abs and chest, while some lands on his hand as he keeps stroking through it. the sight pushes you over and your cunt clamps down hard around your fingers, pulsing as you come with a broken cry, your juices flooding your hand and soaking your panties even more.
he slows his strokes, letting the last few drops bead at the tip and drip down. then he leans closer to the camera, just enough for his smile to fill the frame.
“as always, it’s my pleasure. see you soon, you freaks”, he says and then the screen goes black, the livestream ending.
you pull your hand out slowly, your fingers shiny and trembling. you collapse deeper into the sofa, your body still twitching from your orgasm. you stare at the black screen, already counting down the hours until the next livestream, already wet again at the thought of watching him another day.
after some days, your apartment slowly transforms from a maze of boxes into something that actually resembles a home. there are still a few things left to do, like books waiting for their place on the shelves or pictures that are still leaning against the walls because you still haven’t decided where to hang them, but compared to the disaster that it was on moving day, the difference is incredible.
you can finally invite people over without having to apologise for the mess that your apartment is, which is exactly why your best friend jiah is coming today.
you stand inside the lift beside her as she carries a paper bag from the bakery close to the building, the lift slowly moving up towards your floor.
“i still can’t believe you’re finally done moving”, she says.
“i’m not completely done”, you say.
“you basically are, there are always things to do”
you laugh and then the doors slide open and you both step into the hallway. you lead the way towards your door and halfway there, something catches your eye, or rather, someone. a boy is standing outside the apartment next to yours.
your neighbour, which you haven't actually met yet. you’ve heard him a few times through the wall but that’s about it .
now he’s locking his door, a bag hanging over one of his shoulders and when he hears your footsteps, he looks up and his eyes meet yours.
“hi”, you say, offering a polite smile.
he smiles at you too, “hi”
from up close, he’s even better looking than you initially thought, a bit taller than you with dark hair and warm eyes. you have to force yourself not to stare at him for too long.
“i’m y/n, your new neighbour”, you say, “i moved in a few days ago”
“oh”, he says as his smile grows, “that was you?”
you laugh, “the boxes gave me away?”
“a little”
his voice is surprisingly gentle, it’s soft and tender, and you like it immediately.
“i’m minho, by the way”, he says.
“nice to meet you, minho”
“you too”
a brief silence settles between you and then he adjusts the strap of his bag.
“well, i guess i’ll see you around then”
“yeah”, you smile, “see you”
he smiles again, small and a little shy, then he gives a small bow before he walks towards the lift. you watch him walk away, your eyes on him until the doors of the lift close with him inside and then a hard bump lands against your shoulder and you jump.
jiah is staring at you, grinning, “i’m still here, you know?”
you shake your head and turn to your door, typing the code.
“you were staring at him”, she says.
“i wasn’t”, you say, your cheeks red.
“sure”
the door opens and you both walk inside.
“oh my god, y/n, it looks really good”
over the next fifteen minutes, you give her a tour of the entire apartment as she inspects everything, considering if this place is enough for her best friend. after she gives you her approval, you both move to the kitchen, the coffee maker humming quietly as it finishes.
once it finishes, you sit in one of the stools as jiah sits across from you, as you start talking about your work and your friends, just random gossip. then jiah takes a sip of her coffee and then a dangerous smile appears on her face.
“oh no… what?”, you ask her as you take a sip of your own cup.
“are you still thinking about your cute neighbour?”, she asks you.
you nearly choke on your coffee, “what? no!”
she starts laughing, “you totally are”
“i’m not”
“you were literally watching him walk away”
you shake your head, trying to hide your smile, but you fail.
“you’re impossible, jiah”
she rests her chin in her hand, “fine, maybe you’re not thinking about your cute, definitely hot, neighbour. you’re probably thinking about you cam guy”
your face heats instantly, “jiah!”
“what?”
“you always bring him up”
“because you’re obsessed with him”, she says, laughing.
“i’m not”
“yes, you are”
“no”
“y/n, you literally set alarms for his livestreams”
you groan while she laughs into her coffee again. to be fair, she’s the entire reason you discovered that world in the first place. months ago, she sent you a random link with a message that simply said “trust me” and the rest was history.
“you know, speaking of camboys…”, she starts saying.
“no”, you say.
“i found a new one the other day”
“no”
“this guy is-”
“jiah”
“just listen to me”
“i’m not interested”
jiah rolls her eyes, “you are so loyal to him”
“i’m not loyal, i’m just not interested”
“in anyone else but him”
you open your mouth, then pause and close it again.
her grin widens, “i knew it”
“oh, shut up”, you say which makes her laugh so hard she nearly spills her coffee, “i’m serious, jiah, i don’t need another one”
“okay…”, she says as she takes another sip, and then she leans forward, “but just so you know, this new guy does some absolutely insane things during his livestreams”
you immediately raise a hand, “no”
she leans back and sighs, “okay, fine”
but the mischievous sparkle in her eyes tells you she definitely isn’t finished with this conversation, not even close.
“and… have you ever thought about it?”, she asks you.
“thought about what?”
she tilts her head, “being a camgirl”
you pause mid-sip, the mug stopping just before your lips.
“… what?”
she shrugs, completely unfazed, “i think it would be cool, i’ve thought about it once or twice. you’ve never thought about it? like… at all?”
you set your coffee down, “i- no. why would i?”
she leans forward, her elbows on the counter, clearly invested now, “because it’s kind of hot”, she says simply, “i mean, the idea of people watching you, paint attention to what you do and them getting off to that”
you stare at her, “you’re serious?”
“completely”, she says, no hesitation in her voice, no joke hiding behind it, “i mean… i’ve thought about it, not like in a weird way or anything. it’s just… the control and the attention, the confidence. some people really like that”
you shift slightly on your stool suddenly aware of the conversation in a different way,
“i’ve never thought about it like that to be honest”, you say.
and the thing is, you find yourself not hating the idea either.
jiah smiles, like she expected that answer, and like she already knows the internal conflict you seem to be having. she moves to another thing, something about her neighbour being a pain in the ass, but your mind doesn’t fully follow because part of you stays stuck on what she said, stuck on it like it’s a thought you didn’t know you had until someone else said it first.
eventually, she checks her phone and sighs, “i should go”
“already?”
“yeah, i’ve got things to do”
you stand up with her, walking her to the door and hugging her once you reach it.
“don’t think too hard about it”, she says laughing.
“i wasn’t thinking about it”
she smirks at you, “yeah, sure”
then she leaves with a final wave and you close the door. you walk to the kitchen to clean the cups you used and then move to the bathroom to have a quick shower. once you finish, you go to your room and get dressed into comfy clothes, nothing too tight.
you are tidying up your room when you hear your phone, and you reach for it - the alarm.
the livestream.
you move to your bed, your body sinking onto the mattress and your heart already beating loud and fast against your ribs. you wait for a few seconds and then the livestream starts, a low rush of water echoing through your phone. you see him standing under the shower, the water falling over his chest and stomach. his cock is already hard, the precum already clinging to the tip before the shower rinses it away.
princessonline: holy fuck look at that cock
edgequeen: i think i just came from this
he laughs, reading the comments, “hi, everyone. i just came home from the gym and i couldn’t wait anymore. i knew you would all be waiting for me so i thought i could give you a show before i clean up”
his hand moves to his cock, wrapping around the base as the water moves down the length, making everything glisten.
you don’t hesitate this time. you take off your shorts and panties and then move your hand between your legs, your fingers moving to your already swollen and sensitive clit. you start circling it before you move two fingers inside your cunt, feeling how wet and ready you are. a soft moan slips out as you start moving them in time with his strokes.
cumslut: faster please
user69: fuck look at those thighs
his free hand braces against the wall while his hips roll forward, fucking his fist under the water, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with his low groans. your thumb presses harder against your clit while your fingers move inside you. you write a comment, your breath coming faster as your orgasm grows.
littlekitten: those thighs look so fucking good, i wanna ride them until i soak them
he reads your comment out loud and laughs, “ride them, huh? maybe i could let you watch me flex while you grind on me sometime”
the chat explodes with more comments and donations. he leans his head back, the water hitting his chest as he works his cock faster. you match his pace, your fingers moving deep inside you, the wet sounds of your own pussy and the livestream filling your bedroom.
“i’m coming now”, he says, “i want you right there with me”
your orgasm crashes through you the second he groans and comes too, his cock pulsing as his cum mixes with the water and then washes away while he keeps stroking his cock. your cunt spams hard around your fingers, your fluids flooding your hand as you come with a broken cry and a loud moan.
he slows down, giving his cock a few lazy pumps before leaning forwards just enough for that familiar smirk to fill the frame.
“i know today was short but intense, but don't worry, i’ll see you soon”, he says and then the screen turns black.
you lie there, panting on your bed, your fingers still buried inside you. you think about what jiah said earlier, whether you’d ever considered becoming a camgirl. the idea no longer feels distant, and instead, you find yourself getting wet again, your body already reacting to the fantasy of being the one on camera, being the one making others touch themselves and come while you spread your legs for them and let them watch, being the one in control.
maybe it’s because you’ve spent the entire night thinking about what jiah said yesterday or maybe it’s because every free moment since you woke up this morning somehow circles back to her words, but the idea follows you everywhere.
you being a camgirl.
it’s not that you seriously plan to do it, or at least that’s what you keep telling yourself, but there is something about it that refuses to leave your mind, something thrilling and reckless. the thought of being seen, of knowing people are watching you… it’s terrifying and somehow that’s exactly why you can’t stop thinking about it.
you know yourself well enough to know that if you keep thinking about it, if you keep thinking about every possible outcome, you’ll never do it. so instead of overthinking, you decide to do the one thing you never do, which is act first.
you will do it just once, just for tonight. if you hate it, that’s fine, you can turn your phone off and pretend it never happened. nobody has to know, nobody ever will.
but if you don’t try, you’ll keep wondering.
so that’s how you find yourself now, sitting on your bed with a black lace bra and its matching panties sitting high on your hips, your phone propped on a stack of pillows and your heart beating so hard you can feel it in your throat.
you stare at the screen, then at yourself in the tiny preview window and then back at the screen again. your palms are sweaty and your stomach twists nervously. this is ridiculous, you should stop and put some clothes on, you should definitely not be doing this.
no.
you wanna do this, you wanna try this.
you take a deep breath and then another one, trying to calm yourself down, trying to slow your heartbeat. your fingers tap against your thigh and you look at the button again, one simple press is all it takes to go live.
you remind yourself that nobody is forcing you to do this, that if you hate it, you can end it immediately, forget the whole thing ever happened, the world won’t end there. you repeat that thought several times until it finally starts sounding believable, then you straighten your shoulders, take one last deep breath and before you can change your mind, you press the button and then the livestream starts.
you’re live.
the frame shows only what you planned, from your neck to your thighs, no one can see your face. for the first seconds, the viewer count stays at zero and then starts growing slowly.
maknaeontop: new girl??
midnightwolf: nervous? don’t worry we’ll be gentle with you
you swallow, feeling your cheeks burning, and then you speak, your voice a bit shaky, “hi… it’s my first time”
you close your eyes and shake your head, already regretting saying that, and you wonder again if this was really a good idea, if maybe you should turn the whole thing off before you do anything else but then, the chat explodes with comments.
strongspear: take your time baby
quokkjone: already hard just seeing the lace
aussielord: don’t be shy we wanna see you
you had seen thousands of comments like this in your camboy’s streams, but being on the receiving end is entirely different. a donation alert sounds and then you let out a shaky breath. you bring your hands up, your fingertips trembling a bit as they trace the edge of your bra. you feel your nipples tightening further under the lace and you circle them slowly, the lace rasping against them and a soft moan escapes your lips before you can stop it.
artprince69: fuck that’s hot
dirtypup: that body is insane
aussielord: do it again
you can’t deny it, your can feel your clit throbbing under the lace, desperate for attention. you bite your lip as you slide one of your hands down your stomach until your fingers rest on the front of your panties, the lace there already damp. you press two fingers against your covered clit and rub in small circles, the sensation making your thighs part a little wider without thinking.
strongspear: push the fabric aside baby
artprince69: keep going, it’s driving us crazy
the donations keep going and you obey the second comment. instead of moving the lace aside, you slip your fingers underneath it, finding your puffy lips and your swollen clit. you bite your lip hard as you start rubbing yourself, the wet sounds barely audible but unmistakable. your other hand moves to your breast, pinching your nipple through the bra until it aches.
quokkjone: moan for us pls
you let the sound out this time, moaning loud and clear, your back arching as you keep rubbing yourself.
“i-it feels so good…”, you say, your voice huskier than you expected, “oh, f-fuck”
the chat goes feral and then you change your position, kneeling on your bed with your knees spread. the camera now catches your hand moving under the lace between your legs, the fabric shifting with every stroke of your fingers, and you rock your hips forward, grinding against your own hand.
maknaeontop: those thighs are perfect
aussielord: just like that baby, rub that pussy
midnightwolf: fuck i’m gonna come
you push two fingers inside you and then curl them, the wet squelch much louder now. your other hand slips under your bra, squeezing your breast and rolling your nipple between your fingers.
“i’m so wet right now… can you hear how soaked i am?”, you say, your voice trembling but trying to sound sensual.
your orgasm builds fast and hard, your thighs shaking now. you press your palm flat against your clit and grind, your fingers still inside you as you keep moaning, almost screaming.
dirtypup: you naughty girl you’re this wet for us?
midnightwolf: mmm you look so good baby
artprince69: those sounds… fuck
the pressure snaps and then you cry out, your orgasm going through you in deep waves that make your whole body jerk. your legs tremble as the climax crashes through you, and it goes on and on, your juices soaking your lace and your inner thighs. when your orgasm ends, you stay kneeling on your bed, your chest heaving and your fingers still deep inside you.
aussielord: that was so fucking hot
maknaeontop: when is the next one??
strongspear: don’t make us wait
you smile, even though they can’t see your face, “i’ll be back soon… i hope you won’t miss me too much”
you lean forward, showing the lower part of your face and you blow a kiss, feeling brave enough to do that, which seems ridiculous when you think about what you just did. then you end the stream and the screen goes dark.
you pull your fingers out of you and look at them, completely soaked, the proof that you definitely enjoyed this and that this is not going to be a one time thing, because you’re already wondering how soon is soon enough.
what surprises you the most isn’t that you actually find yourself enjoying doing the livestreams, it’s how quickly it becomes part of your routine.
one livestream turns into two, two turns into five and then before you know it, almost a month has passed. your account has grown steadily during that time - at first only a handful of people showed up and now there are enough names in the chat that you can no longer keep track of everyone.
it’s strange and also addictive, not because of the attention alone, but because of the confidence and the control it gives you, the knowledge that every person is there watching you because they want to, just like you do with your camboy.
you become bolder with every stream, more comfortable and confident, teasing your viewers and talking more, but you never take your bra and panties off. that remains a line you haven’t crossed yet, but you’re not opposed to it either.
you are walking around the city centre and you find yourself walking through a lingerie boutique, wondering which little number you should buy for today’s livestream. a month ago, you would have never entered a store like this, and now you’re looking through racks of lace and silk, getting ready to show yourself to strangers online.
the confidence still feels unfamiliar sometimes, but not unwelcome.
you end up leaving the store with a white set that caught your eye the minute you entered the shop, elegant and daring, not letting much to the imagination. you keep thinking about how it will look on you on your way home. when you reach your building, you see the lift doors closing, and you start running, trying to get in.
“hold it, please!”, you say as you get closer.
you see the doors sliding open again and you enter, finding your neighbour minho there, inside the lift. he looks up when you enter and he smiles at you the moment he sees you. you return the smile, the doors closing behind you.
“hi, minho”
“hi”, he says, his smile growing now.
you move to stand next to him and you feel your heart speeding up. for some reason it always seems to do that when you’re around him. over the last few weeks, you’ve run into each other several times - sometimes in the hallway, others in the lift like today, sometimes when one of you was leaving and the other was coming home, and that one time he ran out of milk and asked you if you had some left that he could take.
the conversations are always short, always friendly, but every single one leaves you smiling afterwards.
“so”, he says, looking at the shopping bag in your hand, “successful shopping trip, i guess?”
you look down at your bag and move it behind you, not wanting him to see what’s inside.
“well, i think that depends on your definition of successful”, you say, turning to smile at him.
his eyes brighten with amusement, “that’s not an answer”
“it’s the only one you’re getting”
he laughs softly and the sound makes you smile even more.
“fair enough”, he says.
the lift continues moving upwards and he speaks again.
“how are you settling in?”, he asks you.
“pretty well, actually”, you say, nodding your head.
“no more box mountains?”
you groan and close your eyes, “oh god, don’t remind me, please”
he laughs again, “i take that as yes”
“i still find random things in weird places”, you say laughing.
“that’s part of moving”, he says, laughing as he looks at you.
the lift reaches your floor and the doors open.
“so this is us”, he says.
“this is us”
you walk into the hallway together, and as you get closer to your apartments, you wonder what he does all day, who he spends time with, whether he’s seeing someone but then you stop yourself and scold yourself internally. those are definitely the thoughts of someone developing a crush, a very obvious crush at that, and judging by the teasing texts that jiah keeps sending you every time you mention him, apparently you’re not hiding it very well.
minho stops outside his door and you stop outside yours.
“so… see you around?”, he says.
“yeah, see you around”
he smiles at you again and then you both turn to your doors, typing your codes and going inside once the doors open. despite the new lingerie sitting in your shopping bag, despite the livestream you already have later that evening, the person occupying your thoughts as you close the door behind you isn’t your audience, it’s minho.
you groan softly, “get it together, y/n”
you make your way to your bedroom and toss your phone onto the bed and then you set the bag on the bed and carefully pull the new lingerie out, which is even prettier and bolder than you remember.
leaving it where it is, you head to the bathroom and have a shower, but even under the warm water, your thoughts keep going back to minho, his eyes, his smile. you tell yourself to stop but your brain ignores you and by the time you step out of the shower, you’ve accepted defeat, you definitely have a crush on him.
great.
you change into comfy clothes first, nothing fancy, just something comfortable to move around in while you finish getting ready for the livestream. you dry your hair and finish your skincare, even though you won’t be showing your face.
eventually you’re satisfied and everything is ready, all that’s left is changing. you walk down the hallway towards your bedroom and then you reach for the handle and turn it.
nothing happens.
you frown and turn it again, but still, nothing.
“what?”
you pull harder but the door refuses to move. you try again and again but nothing, the door stays shut.
“no- wait, no, no”
you shove your shoulder against the door and it rattles but it doesn’t open. you try again, a bit harder this time, but still nothing. a frustrated sigh leaves you because of course this had to happen now, when you’re getting ready for a livestream and you don’t have your phone with you, because you left it in your bedroom before.
you push against the door again and the frame shakes but the door remains closed.
“fuck… seriously?”
you try a different angle, then another and another one, but nothing works. you hit the door with your shoulder again and again until you hear a knock on your door. you walk towards it and pull it open, finding minho standing just outside your apartment.
“hey”, he says.
“hi”
he gestures vaguely towards the inside of your apartment, “is everything okay? i heard… a lot of noise”
you immediately know what he means and heat creeps into your face, “oh god…”, you say as you cover your face for a second, “my bedroom door is stuck and i can’t open it”
his eyebrows rise and he nods his head, “right… you want some help?”
at this point, your pride is already beyond saving, “please”
you stand to the side and let him in, gesturing towards your bedroom. he walks there and then tries to open it but, to no one’s surprise, nothing happens.
“okay, so it’s actually stuck”, he says.
“yeah, thank you for confirming i’m not losing my mind”, you say laughing, making him laugh with you.
he tries to open it again, but it won’t open. he spends a couple of minutes like that, trying different things, but nothing, the door remains closed. then minho changes his grip, braces one foot against the frame and gives the handle a sharp pull while pushing at a different angle and the door suddenly swings open.
“oh my god”, you say as relief floods through you, “you did it!”
minho steps inside first to make sure nothing else is stuck and when he turns, his gaze lands on the bed, and your stomach immediately drops.
the lingerie, completely visible and completely impossible to miss.
panic takes over you and you move so quickly you nearly trip over your own feet. you plant yourself directly between minho and your bed, as if your body somehow became a curtain. minho blinks and then very politely looks anywhere except behind you. he looks at the ceiling, the wall, the window, the door, just anywhere.
you’re sure your face is bright red at this point.
“it’s… i…”, you start saying but you stop because there is absolutely no explanation that doesn’t make this worse.
thankfully, minho rescues you, “i should probably go”
“yes”, the answer comes out much too fast and you clear your throat, “i mean- thank you”
his smile returns, gentle and thankfully not teasing, “no problem”
you smile at him and then walk him back to the front door, the embarrassment following you with every step you take.
“thanks again”, you say, smiling at him.
“anytime”, he says.
“so, i uh… see you around, minho”
his eyes meet yours briefly, “yeah, see you”
he leaves and you close the door and lock it. you lean against it and exhale, you refuse to think about what just happened, you refuse to think about the fact that minho saw the lingerie, you refuse to think about what he might be thinking now.
nope, absolutely not, you have other things to focus on right now.
you take a deep breath and then return to your bedroom. you pick the lingerie up and then change into it. you check the lighting and the camera angle, then the pillows, making sure everything is ready. when you’re happy with it, you sit on your bed, and you feel your heart beating a little faster than usual but you know this time it’s not because of the livestream.
you shake your head and exhale again, leaning forward to press the livestream button. the viewer count climbs fast and within seconds the chat fills with messages.
strongspear: hello gorgeous
dirtypup: our baby is back
maknaeontop: oh fuck i’m already hard
you smile even though they can’t see your face and then you speak, your voice much more confident than the first time you did this.
“hello everyone… i bought this set for you today”, you say, letting the words roll slowly off your tongue, “do you like it?”
you arch your back a bit, making sure your nipples are clearly visible.
midnightwolf: white looks so good on you
aussielord: you look like an angel
your fingers trace the edge of your bra, and then move to circle your nipples. you pinch one, rolling it between your fingers, and a moan escapes your lips.
“mmhm, i’m already so sensitive today”
the donations start rolling in immediately. you slide your hand down your stomach and press one finger against the front of your panties, the lace already wet. you rub slow circles over your clit, your hips rocking forward to meet your own touch.
“i’m wet just from thinking about all of you… watching me”, you say as you spread your thighs wider so they can see your hand against the lace, “can you see how it clings to me?
quokkjone: fuck yes
artprince69: moan again pls princess
you start rubbing yourself quicker, your moans coming out much louder now. you slip your fingers under the lace and then slide two fingers through your folds while your other hand pushes your bra aside to pinch your bare nipple.
“oh god… i’m dripping”, you say, “wanna see how soaked i am?”
you pull your fingers out and hold them up so the camera catches the shine, then you slide them back under the fabric. you push those fingers inside you, the lace stretching around your wrist as you finger yourself and your hips roll with your movements.
the chat explodes with more donations and comments and then, one username appears that makes your stomach flip.
leethighs: you look so fucking hot in that white set
your breath catches. leethighs, the camboy whose livestreams started all of this. he’s here, he’s watching you. heat floods your face and your pussy clenches around your fingers, knowing he has his eyes on you just like you do with him. you keep your voice steady, trying to stay in character.
“thank you, leethighs”, you say, a little smile in your tone, “i’m glad you like it”
you keep touching yourself, your fingers moving faster inside your cunt while your thumb circles your clit.
leethighs: as much as you’re driving me crazy with that outfit, it’s not fair that you get to see me naked but i can’t see you
he knows, he knows that you watch him.
leethighs: take everything off
leethighs: now
your heart pounds. he wants you to be completely naked. you’ve never done that, but the idea of it only makes you wetter, the thrill taking over. you hook your thumbs into the sides of your underwear and slide it down your thighs, letting it drop. then you reach behind you and unhook the bra, letting it fall away too.
the camera now shows everything from your neck to your thighs - your bare breasts, your hard nipples and your completely exposed pussy, already glistening.
maknaeontop: i can see her pussy lips from here
strongspear: i’m stroking my cock so hard
artprince69: those are the most perfect cunt lips i’ve ever seen
the chat goes insane and more and more donations come in. you spread your legs wider and one of your hands returns to your cunt. you slide two fingers deep inside while you other hand moves to your clit, your fingers rubbing circles there.
“f-fuck, i’m so wet right now”, you moan, your voice shaking with pleasure, “i’m going to come so hard for you”
you keep hitting that sensitive spot, your hips bucking against your hand.
aussielord: fuck yes
dirtypup: look at her tits bouncing
quokkjone: i’m cumming
midnightwolf: don’t stop baby
your orgasm keeps building hard and fast and then, before you even realise it, your walls clench around your fingers and you come, your body jerking as you cry out. you keep rubbing your clit and moving your fingers through it, drawing it out until your legs shake and your breath comes in ragged gasps.
when your orgasm ends, you slowly pull your fingers out of you, completely coated in your juices.
leethighs: fuck
leethighs: i wanna lick you clean
you feel yourself getting wet again at his words and then, you lean closer to the camera, letting it frame your mouth and chin and then you bring your wet fingers to you lips.
“oh? like this?”, you ask teasingly and then you drag your tongue slowly over your fingers, licking every drop of your own arousal.
you suck two fingers into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks, making sure the camera catches absolutely everything.
quokkjone: FUCK
artprince69: that was so hot i just came again
maknaeontop: i wanna lick you too
you pull your fingers out with a pop and then bite your lower lip, “i’ll see you soon… don’t miss me too much”
you reach forward and end the stream, the screen going black once again.
you sit at your kitchen table with a mug in one hand and your breakfast in front of you as you try to think about what happened yesterday, about who was in the livestream yesterday.
you take a sip of your coffee as you think about him again, leethighs. the camboy you’ve been watching for months and the person who indirectly started this whole thing. he watches you, you.
you set your mug down and stare absently at the table, you can’t stop thinking about it, about him, about you doing the livestream naked just because he told you to, about you enjoying it more than ever.
the entire thing feels unreal.
you’re overthinking it, probably, you’re sure he watches dozens of streams, maybe hundreds, you’re probably not special. you shake your head and then stand up, taking your mug and plate to the sink, washing them before you move to wipe down the counter. and then, you hear your phone beeping.
you dry your hands and pick it up, walking towards the living room and sitting down on your sofa. you unlock the screen and then you see the notification - leethighs is live.
“what?”
you blink and check the time, then check the notification again. that can’t be right, he always follows a schedule, that’s why you have your alarms, that’s one of the reasons why his audience likes him so much, because everyone knows when he will be live.
but today isn’t one of those days, or at least, it isn’t supposed to be.
you open the app and sure enough, the red live indicator is sitting beside his profile and curiosity immediately takes hold of you.
why is he live?
you pull your legs up onto the sofa and stare at the screen, the livestream already running, and before you can talk yourself out of it, your thumb moves over to the stream button, ready to see what could possibly make him break his schedule for the first time since you’ve started watching him.
the stream loads and then fills your screen. he’s lying back on his sofa, wearing only a black t-shirt and tight grey boxers. the camera angle today is different, framed from his mid-thighs up to just under his nose and when his lips curve into a small, knowing smile, you think you’ve seen that smile and nose before, they look oddly familiar, but you push the thought away before you can overthink it.
edgequeen: schedule break??
user69: show us your dick now
cumslut: this is new
he shifts his hips on the sofa, the fabric of his boxers stretching over the obvious bulge between his legs.
“hello, littlekitten”, he says, drawing out your username, “i’m glad you’re here. i’ve been thinking about you since your little number yesterday. been hard ever since i saw you”
your stomach flips and you feel yourself getting wet instantly, your panties dampening as your stare at the screen.
“littlekitten, are you there?”, he continues, “say something for me”
your fingers tremble as you type.
littlekitten: i’m here, just surprised you’re live today
he reads it out loud as a small smile plays on his lips.
“surprised? i couldn't stop thinking about how hot you looked in that white lingerie, and then how hot you looked naked,,, how you licked your fingers clean for everyone… fuck, i’ve been hard all morning because of you”
princessonline: get naked already
cumslut: littlekitten made you break schedule?
your breath comes faster and then you slide your hand down between your thighs, pressing your fingers under your panties as you watch him.
littlekitten: take everything off
you don’t waste your time. he laughs and then moves the phone just enough to take the t-shirt off, leaving it somewhere behind him. then, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pushes them down.
“feisty one, aren’t you? it’s okay, i can tame you”, he says.
you see his cock thick and fully hard, the head already glistening with the precum. the camera is much closer than ever before and it catches every detail - the heavy length, the veins running along the shaft and the way it twitches slightly as he wraps his hand around the base.
edgequeen: holy fuck
user69: look how hard he is
princessonline: i wanna suck you off
you push your panties aside and slide one finger straight into your dripping pussy, then another one. he wraps his fist around his cock and strokes from base to tip, spreading the precum as his hips lift off the sofa with each stroke.
“you’re touching yourself now, aren’t you, littlekitten?”, he says, “i can imagine your fingers buried in that pretty pussy while you watch me”
you type with your free hand, your fingers still moving inside you.
littlekitten: yes… i’m so wet for you
he groans when he reads it and his hand moves faster, “good girl… keep going”
you spread your legs wider on your sofa, three fingers now deep inside you while your thumb circles your clit. your juices coat your fingers and drip onto the cushion beneath you.
“f-fuck, i’m… i’m close”, he says, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he jerks himself faster.
cumslut: this is so hot
user69: i’m dripping wet
edgequeen: he’s gonna come more than ever fuck
“come with me, littlekitten. i want you to come with me”, he says and that’s all it takes to break you.
your orgasm crashes over you and your thighs shake as your hips buck against your hand while you watch him come. his cock jerks in his fist and his cum shoots across his stomach and chest. he keeps stroking his cock, milking every drop while he groans your username again.
user69: this was so hot
princessonline: best livestream ever
he lies there breathing hard, his cum streaked across his skin and his cock still twitching in his hand. he brings the phone closer to his face, only showing his smile.
“as always, it’s my pleasure… and littlekitten, i’ll see you soon”, he says and then ends the livestream.
you don’t think too much of it, he probably means he’ll catch your next livestream. you close the app and then shift on the sofa, your panties completely soaked through and a bit uncomfortable now. you decide you need a shower, your thighs are sticky with your own wetness and you can still feel the aftershocks between your legs. you walk to your bedroom and get some clean underwear, some shorts and a t-shirt and then you head towards the bathroom.
the shower washes away the lingering discomfort from earlier and the clean clothes help you feel much better. your hair is still slightly damp as you walk down the hallway towards your bedroom and when you get there, you reach for the handle and turn it but to your surprise-
it won’t open.
again.
“you have to be kidding me”
you try again and the handle moves, but the door doesn’t.
“oh, come on”
you push, pull, push again, then pull again. but nothing, the fucking door refuses to move. you can’t believe this is happening again. after another few failed attempts, you let out a frustrated groan and run your fingers through your hair. your phone is thankfully with you this time but that doesn’t solve the actual problem.
you decide to ask for help this time so you go to minho’s apartment but the minute you’re there, outside his door, you hesitate briefly, and then knock. a couple of seconds pass and then you hear movement inside, footsteps getting closer before the door opens.
your brain immediately stops working the moment you see minho standing there wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.
your eyes widen and for one horrifying second, your brain completely short-circuits and then you spin around so quickly you nearly lose your balance.
“oh my god”, you say, the words escaping you before you can stop them, “i’m so sorry”
he laughs softly, “it’s okay”
you refuse to turn around, “ugh, no, it’s not”
“y/n, it’s fine, don’t worry”
you hear him chuckling and then you risk a glance over your shoulder and you see he looks more entertained than embarrassed.
his hair is damp and a few droplets of water still cling to his neck. clearly, you’ve interrupted his shower.
“what happened?”, he asks you.
you immediately remember why you’re here, “my bedroom door”
“again?”, he says, a smirk growing on his face.
“yeah, again”, you say, laughing now.
minho laughs and then nods his head, “okay, just give me a minute to get dressed”
“that’s fine, i will wait for you in my apartment”
“it’s okay, you can wait here”, he says as he opens the door wider.
“minho, i don’t-”
“y/n, really, i don’t mind”
you look at him and realise he’s not gonna change his mind, so you sigh and step inside.
“okay”
the layout is almost identical to your apartment but some things are different - the colours are warmer, the lighting softer, there are books and pictures on the shelves and plants near the windows.
“make yourself at home”, he says, “i’ll be right back”
then he disappears down the hallway and a moment later, the bedroom door closes behind him.
for a few seconds, you simply stand there because you don’t want to snoop but then you start looking at the bookshelf, the pictures and books there. you do anything that can distract you from the thought that you’re standing inside your very attractive and hot neighbour’s apartment, the same neighbour who you have a crush on. your gaze drifts around the living room and then stops on the sofa.
something about it feels familiar.
you walk closer to it and then your eyes narrow when you see a black t-shirt thrown carelessly over there, as though someone took it off and left it there without thinking.
your stomach suddenly tightens.
no.
you take a step closer, then another one. the shape of the cushions, the colour of the sofa, you’ve seen this before.
not in person.
you’ve seen it on your screen.
mere minutes ago.
“no way”, you whisper, your breath catching.
your mind immediately starts connecting the pieces together and then the realisation crashes over you all at once.
minho, your neighbour, the sweet and shy guy who lives next to you, the man whose smile has been occupying far too much of your brain lately, the man currently dressed in the next room.
it’s him, he’s leethighs. your camboy, the same guy who told you to get naked the day before, the same guy you told to get naked minutes ago.
and you’ve just figured it out while standing in the middle of his living room.
“you’ve figured it out already, haven’t you?”
you turn around and find minho in the living room too, his arms crossed over his chest, watching you with that same small and knowing smile you saw on the stream. he’s changed into a clean white t-shirt and black sweatpants that hang low on his hips. the fabric does nothing to hide the outline of his cock, already half-hard and pressing against his clothes.
he starts walking towards you, each step closing the distance until he’s right in front of you, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off his body.
“you know… i had my doubts from the moment you went live for the first time”, he says, his voice quiet but steady, “your voice sounded familiar but then the other day when i helped you with your door and i saw the lingerie… the same one you wore later on the livestream… fuck, that’s when i knew”
he takes another step towards you, his chest nearly touching yours now.
“i’ve been losing my mind about you since the first time i saw you in the building when you first moved in”, he continues, his eyes locked on yours, “and when i found your livestreams? fuck. i couldn’t stop watching you. i couldn't stop thinking about you, thinking about you watching me, and how hot you looked the other day when i told you to get naked”
his breath ghosts over your lips and your bodies are pressed together now, the hard line of his cock nudging your stomach through his sweatpants. one of his hands comes up to cradle your jaw, his thumb brushing your lower lip.
“tell me if you want me to stop”, he says, “right now. say the word and i’ll back off”
you try to speak and when you do, your words come out shaky but certain.
“don’t stop, minho”
his mouth crashes onto yours and the kiss is hard and hungry, nothing like the shy neighbour you thought you knew. his tongue slides past your lips and your hands fly to his hips, your fingers digging into his clothes as you pull him closer. he groans into your mouth, one of his hands sliding into your hair while the other grips your waist.
he walks you backwards until the back of your knees hit the sofa. you tumble down together, his body covering yours and the make-out turns frantic. your legs part for him, letting him settle down between them as he grinds his cock against your cunt.
he breaks the kiss just long enough to look down at you, his eyes dark.
“i told you i wanted to lick you clean”, he says, his voice rough, “time to make good on that, huh?”
his hands move to your shorts and he yanks them down your legs, tossing them aside. your panties follow, as he drags them down your thighs until they’re off completely, leaving you naked from the waist down.
minho doesn’t waste time. he moves between your spread legs, his hands gripping your inner thighs and pushing them wider. his eyes drink in the sight of your glistening lips, your clit already swollen and peeking out.
“fuck, look at you”, he says, “already dripping from me”
then his mouth is on you, his tongue dragging a long and slow strip from your entrance up to your clit. he groans at the taste and his lips closer around your clit as he cocks, two of his fingers entering you with ease.
your back arches off the sofa and one of your hands flies to his hairs, your fingers threading through the strands as he eats you like a man starved. he adds a third finger, stretching you, the burn mixing with the pleasure, as his tongue keeps flicking your clit.
“minho- i… fuck-”, you moan, your hips rolling against his face.
he pulls back just enough to speak, his lips shiny with your arousal.
“that’s it, say my name while i eat you out”
then he dives back in, his tongue moving faster, his fingers moving deeper. your juices coat his chin and drip down onto the sofa beneath you. he shifts, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder to open you wider.
“f-fuck… m-minho!”, you say, screaming, as you arch your back again, “i’m- i’m close”, you manage to say, your voice breaking.
he doesn’t stop, if anything, he doubles down. his fingers move faster, pressing that special spot, and his tongue starts flicking faster too. your thighs start to tremble around his head as your orgasm, keeps growing and growing.
“that’s it”, he says, “come for me. now”
your hips buck uncontrollably against his face and then your orgasm crashes over you, your walls clenching around his fingers as you cry out. he keeps eating you out, gentler now but still insistent, drawing everything from your body until you’re shaking and spent.
he pulls back, his lips and chin glistening with you. he looks up at you from between your thighs, his eyes dark with need and hunger, and then he presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh.
“good girl”, he says against your skin, “just like i imagined”
you reach for minho and pull him towards you, your fingers curling into the front of his t-shirt as you move his mouth to yours. the kiss turns messy and deep right away, your tongue sliding together while your hands roam over his chest and shoulders.
he groans into the kiss and then breaks away just enough to smirk, his breath hot on your face.
“eager, aren’t you, little kitten, huh?”, he murmurs, that knowing smile still playing on his lips as his eyes flick down to where your hands are already tugging at his t-shirt.
you don’t answer with words. instead, your hand slips down between your bodies, finding the hard outline of his cock through his sweatpants and then, you wrap your fingers around it and squeeze, feeling it twitch under your touch.
minho’s eyes flutter shut and he groans louder, the sound raw and needy against your mouth as he kisses you again.
your clothes come off in a rush after that. you yank his t-shirt up and over his head while he shovers his sweatpants and boxers off, kicking them away, his cock free now. you sit up just long enough to take your t-shirt off, leaving you both completely naked on the sofa, skin meeting skin, warm and urgent.
minho settles between your thighs again, his hand guiding his cock to your entrance. he pushes in slowly at first, letting you adjust to his size, then he sinks deeper until he’s completely inside you and then you both moan at the same time.
“fuck… you feel so good”, he says against your neck, starting to move.
his hips roll in deep and steady strokes, and you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you as your hands grip his back.
“don’t stop… just like that, please”, you say, and he answers with a low moan, his pace picking up.
the sofa creaks under you as he fucks you harder.
“you’re so tight, f-fuck”, he says, his voice broken now.
“m-minho… i’ve… been thinking about this e-every time i watched you”, you say, your nails digging into his shoulders and he responds by grinding deeper, his pubic bone rubbing your clit with each roll of his hips.
he kisses you again, swallowing your moans while his cock drives in and out, stretching you perfectly.
“minho, i… i- i’m close”, you whimper against his lips.
he presses his forehead to yours, “me too… come with me, please, come with me”, he says, thrusting faster.
your orgasm hits first, your walls pulsing around him as you cry out, your hips meeting his. that pushes him over the edge and he comes with a groan, filling you as his body trembles with yours. you ride it out together, your bodies locked and shaking until the waves fade.
he stays inside you for a moment, catching his breath, then moves his head just enough to look at you. he brushes your damp hair from your face, his eyes soft now as he looks at you.
“you okay?, he asks you quietly, his thumb stroking your cheek.
you nod your head, smiling at him, “yeah… more than okay. you?”
he chuckles, pressing a slow kiss to your lips, “i’m perfect”
he leans in once more, capturing your lips again. his mouth moves slowly against yours, your tongues brushing lazily as his body remains pressed close to yours, the warmth of his skin seeping into you while his softening cock stays deep inside you, his cum leaking out with every subtle shift.
he moves back just enough to meet your gaze, a playful spark lighting his eyes now.
“you know… maybe we could do a livestream together sometime”, he says, his voice low and teasing, “you riding my thighs until you soak them like you said you wanted to do”
you laugh softly and swat his chest with your hand, the contact light and affectionate against his firm muscles and then you tug him down towards you again, pulling his mouth to yours for another deep kiss.
the library
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this was made for my perfect gorgeous loml serene @beomiracles <3 (sorry it took 2 months)
Sleeping with Beomgyu the first time? A mistake fuelled by rage and tequila. The second time? Annoyance and desperation — you stopped counting after the fourth. When your best friend finds his stupid hoodie in your bedroom you end it — not that he lets you anyways.
⤷ contains — ˎˊ˗ smut (three separate scenes), unprotected sex, angst, fluff, avoidant reader, they are both stupid, lots of kissing, marking, hair pulling, objectification, degrading, praise, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, semi public sex, fingering, oral (fem rec), face sitting, pet names (angel, sweetheart, slut, baby etc), implied bi!reader. probably alot more
thank you to my beautiful friends who sprinted w me for these writing sessions ilysm
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You've always hated Beomgyu.
For many logical reasons.
He was arrogant, annoying and he always somehow knew every single button to push to piss you off.
Okay logical to you.
Objectively you knew he wasn't a bad person — despite you wishing he was so your dislike towards him would be valid to others.
You like to think of yourself as a rational person, you don't overreact to things, you're calm and collected.
There is just something about him that irks you.
Maybe it's the fact he's always around, like a fly buzzing around you slowly bringing you to the brink of insanity.
Unfortunately for you he was also inescapable.
Somehow despite being the most annoying, egotistical, competitive, immature person you know — his sister is the opposite.
Haeun — who you met on the first day of elementary school, after a random kid was pulled out of class for being disruptive the whole class was left unattended — chaos ensuing because what else happens when you leave twenty something kids with no supervision. Unlike the other kids who started shouting and being annoying.
Your focus was drawn to her — Staying silent in her seat, drawing.
Confused you walk over to her simply observing her — immediately forgetting why you went over there when you see her drawing something from your favourite show.
And the rest is history —
If only it was that easy though.
Because additionally — meeting your best friend, twin flame and person, came with the added bonus of someone who you truly believe was put on this earth to humble you.
The kid who got in trouble for being a pest? — Beomgyu, who always brings up the fact he caused you and Haeun to be friends and that you're basically indebted to him.
And because Haeun and Beomgyu were twins — he was constantly around.
Unfortunately.
Growing up he was there — always, every achievement he was right next to you and Haeun — because somehow your parents thought you three were inseparable, despite your multiple complains ending in your parents laughing at 'kids being kids.'
As you got older it only got worse.
Merging into your teenage years you thought he'd become less of a pest, focusing on himself more than pissing you off.
Wrong.
Beomgyu was smart — in a way where he didn't have to try too hard. Just naturally knowing the answers after barely paying attention in class.
Another reason you hated him.
While you work your ass off, studying for hours to get the best mark possible — he just knows.
When you offhandedly mentioned wanting to enter the science fair to Haeun, Beomgyu who has no interest in science joins purely to win instead of you.
And when you accidentally told him the wrong day of the math exam? Well you watched with the proudest grin when you were put first on the honours list instead of him.
You never knew what he was thinking about, whenever you retaliated and awaited his reaction he just smiled.
You were sure his sole existence is to drive you insane, and he does.
In all honesty you don't remember why you started disliking him, you just have — even before you got to know him you knew he was loud and bothersome.
The only reason you haven't strangled him is because of Haeun.
Because somehow.
Somehow.
He's amazing to Haeun.
It's like a shift — he'll be annoying you teasing you, then he's all nice to Haeun.
All things aside you can begrudgingly admit he's a good brother, watching out for her, always wanting the best for her.
They never had the phase of hating or bullying each other, he's always looked after her. Haeun told you multiple stories of him being amazing and nice.
You honestly admire him for being a good brother (unwillingly you admit it only in your subconscious mind).
It honestly pissed you off and made you dislike him more.
Because he's capable of it — you've seen him be amazing to Haeun, his friends — hell even people you know he hates, and to your knowledge you haven't done anything to him so why.
Is it just you he likes to endlessly pester and piss off.
The 'feud' if you can call it that was honestly harmless to both of you, no real damage done — just endlessly annoying each other.
Until it wasn't.
You'll admit now, you know what he did was an accident, or so everyone tells you.
You didn't even know what had happened, people in your class staring at you for seemingly no reason — until at lunch you get pulled aside by Taehyun.
Taehyun who you had a massive thing for.
You honestly didn't hear most of it — blood rushing to your cheeks, ears ringing in embarrassment. All you knew is that somehow he knew that you liked him. Now he was very nice letting you down but still.
The only time you ever admitted out loud that you liked him was at a sleepover — putting the pieces together that Beomgyu overheard.
After that it grew petty, purposefully doing shit you both knew would end badly.
It wasn't cruel or too far, you both seemingly knew where to draw the line.
It still wasn't nice.
Jokes that had edges to them you knew would affect the other. Petty things you both got in trouble for.
Whether it was him sabotaging your academics or you sabotaging whatever relationship he was in.
In university nothing changed.
Once after he told a rumour to the whole campus about you sleeping with a teacher for better grades, resulting in you having to drop your favourite class.
So when you got wind of Beomgyu being head over heels for this girl? The next week you're hard launching her on your stories to his favourite song.
Two weeks later he sends you a fucking 'hey girly' message which did make you chuckle but still! — pissed you off.
Okay maybe it started getting mean.
The only thing stopping you both from taking it too far is Haeun, forced to tolerate each other for her sake at least.
You truly think Beomgyu was put on this world punish you for past sins in previous lifetimes, to be a perpetual dull needle stabbing into your eyes and test your self control as to not end up in a jail cell.
Because if it was anyone else? You'd just ignore him, Unfortunately he's not anyone else.
He's the brother of your favourite person in the world, the one person whos seemingly able to calm both of your indifferences.
Haeun always said that you fight because you're alike, always getting a death glare from both of you.
Deep down you think shes right.
You don't think about it too deeply, you'd rather not get too psychological on the undeniable similarities between you and him, the thought of being like him honestly making you pissed off and offended at your own unconscious mind for suggesting you're like that fuckhead.
You've had a love hate relationship with parties, they're loud and usually held in a filthy frat house of someone you don't even know.
Always feeling like an extra in some sorority girls main character arc as you watch guys fighting like idiots, girls gossiping over who slept with who.
You loved however letting go of every ounce of sensibility with the excuse of alcohol, being able to blame mistakes and idiotic choices on the copious amounts of shots of the cheapest and highest percentage alcohol college students could legally find.
What you didn't like about that was how out of body you felt, the downside of all of that being the fact every choice you do make doesn't feel like your own, the inner monologue becoming your course of action whether you like it or not, your common sense on the sidelines shouting endlessly into the void.
Because unlike every other time, this one was at Beomgyu's place.
Haeun dragging you to the party, telling you the place was big enough to not run into him, and fortunately that was half true.
The place was huge, thanks to Beomgyu rooming with one of his rich friends whos parents pay the rent.
Unfortunately Haeun underestimates how much the universe hates you.
For the first hour or so it's fine, drinking playing party games with your friends, flirting shamelessly with random guys.
You don't notice Haeun left till you check your phone, seeing her tell you she had to go back to your apartment because her boyfriend was sick. You didn't really mind, if you were slightly more sober you would have been pissed she left you here of all places.
After an unfortunate run in with your ex, desperately trying to get away from him you try find any free room — bathroom? You don't wanna talk about who and what you heard in there.
Ending up in a room collapsing against the door. You don't really check your surroundings until you hear a cough. Opening your eyes — immediately landing on Beomgyu.
Because of course the first free room you enter is his.
"This is breaking and entering." He hums with a smirk bringing the cup of whatever liquid was out there to his lips.
Letting out a dry breathless laugh, leaning your head back against the door with a thud. "Of course you're here."
His voice dripping with arrogance, the subtle comments already ticking you off. "You're in my apartment? — uninvited by the way."
"Haeun dragged me along, wouldn't be here otherwise."
"You act as if this place has an infestation."
"It does, you."
He doesn't immediately reply to your last comment, looking at you for a moment before there is a banging on his door.
With an annoyed groan he gets up from his bed walking to the door about to open it, startled by you grabbing his hand your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not here." You say firmly your eyes glued to his.
Beomgyu cant help but grin, despite your silent pleas he opens the door, thankful you're hidden behind the door.
"Is y/n here?" Immediately recognising the voice to still, looking at Beomgyu's side profile as he also recognises who it is.
"Hm?" Feigning innocence as he looks your ex up and down. "Nah she wouldn't be caught dead here."
"I just saw her —"
"You didn't."
"I did —"
Cutting him off again with a grin. "You really didn't, maybe cool it on Kai's mixer, yeah?"
Before he can even respond he closes the door shut on him.
An audible sigh of relief escapes your lips when you suddenly are pulled back to reality.
Opening your eyes you're met with Beomgyu, smiling as if he won the best prize in existence.
"Anything you wanna say to me?"
"Not really."
"Not even — thank you Beomgyu! You're so awesome and handsome thank you for scaring away my evil ex!" He says an exaggerated tone, enjoying watching your eye twitch.
"Only one of those three things are correct." you resort, not immediately noticing when he gets closer to you.
"Yeah? Which one." He whispers with a grin, looking at you, enjoying your annoyed state.
"Drop dead." You say flatly, unimpressed.
"Cmon not even a thank you?" Close enough to where you can smell the faint traces of whatever flavoured vodka was out there.
You don't respond to him — you also don't pull away despite every rational part of you telling you to.
You cant tell if the room shifted from the close call with your ex or the way he's looking at you.
Or the way you're looking at him.
Both of you in no right mind, clearly.
"You barge into my room while I was peacefully drinking — bringing drama and a man child with you, not even asking for an apology just a thank you." His voice teasing, enjoying this too much, using all your might to bite back a comment.
"Peacefully drinking alone, at your own party — kinda pathetic really."
"I was escaping." He says quickly.
"Escaping what?" Replying instantly, turning the tables on him — smiling as you await his response.
"You."
Both of you shocked at his instant response.
"Glad I have that effect on you." you tease pushing him.
Unsure of how much time has passed, seconds, minutes — feels like it's been an eternity.
All you know is his eyes haven't left yours.
Now — you're drunk! you both are, not nearly in the right state of mind.
That's your excuse! as said earlier, sensibility is a mere bystander when drunk.
Neither of you know what you're doing but you know that this isn't supposed to be happening. Despite that, neither of you are making any move to stop.
"God — you're insufferable." You spit out, your voice breaking only making him grin.
"Then why are you still holding onto me." His words snapping you back — your fingers still clinging to his wrist from earlier.
"What? No quick response?" His voice dropping slightly, looking you up and down, watching as your breathing quickens.
"You're all talk yknow — the second something real happens you cave, you hide behind witty remarks but it's all bark no bite."
"Shut up."
"Make me."
Years of stupid fights, petty revenge and unresolved animosity pilled into a single kiss.
You don't know who started it, but everything else fades.
The taste of him taking over you — the cheap beer, flavoured vodka is all you can taste. His hands holding onto your face as if you'll disappear if he lets go. The kiss messy and unfocused, both of you too out of it to process whats really happening. Grabbing desperately onto each other, teeth clashing, heavily breathing into the kiss not pulling away to breathe properly.
Whatever he's mumbling into your mouth you don't register, your head foggy from the alcohol and him.
Not remembering how you ended up on his bed.
Definitely not remembering how you ended up naked.
Waking up in the morning you're immediately hit with a dull throb in your head, not just the back — the front the sides it's seeping down your body — fuck what happened.
Opening your eyes you see an unfamiliar ceiling.
You feel unfamiliar sheets on you — fuck are you naked.
Panic sets in as you try recalling last night — trying to make sense of anything — everything. Looking around the unfamiliar room, a tinge on recognition and remembrance.
Before you can even process your eyes snap to the door, Beomgyu.
Standing in the door frame pants hanging low on his waist, a smirk also gracing his lips as he looks at you.
Slowly it comes back to you — in blurred memories, your heart dropping to your stomach as you let out an exhale.
"No." You say simply your eyes running over the room, yourself — him.
He simply smiles deviously knowing you're panicking.
"Morning sleeping beauty." He says in a sing song voice — looking too smug for your liking, enjoying this too much.
"No." You reiterate, unable to say anything else as you process whats happening — what happened.
"Was last night so good I fucked the rest of your vocabulary out of you — doesn't really make sense though.. All you were saying was yess Beomgyuuu, harder Beomgyuuuu don't stop Beomg—" His exaggeration immediately cut off as you get off the bed cupping your hand over his mouth your eyes meeting his.
His eyes don't stay on yours for long, drifting down to your frame — your very naked frame. Groaning as you push his face to the side reaching down to the floor grabbing the blanket that fell, wrapping it around yourself.
"What did you do." You spit out through your teeth, shaking from a multitude of reasons because what the fuck.
"Wasn't just me, baby — though I did do most of the work, shouldn't have expected more from you 'course you're a princess —" He teases, his eyes still roaming your frame.
"God, do you shut up," you groan walking away from him, desperately trying to find your clothes from last night around his mess of a room.
Instead of retaliating like you expect he's just watching you, as you scurry around his room. When you find your clothes you don't even bother preserving your decency, dropping the blanket as you try to quickly put your clothes on.
You feel his eyes focused on you, the heat spreading across your body as you get dressed as quickly as possible.
As you stand up you look at him and for once you can't read him, which is infuriating — looking at him, all memories flooding back to you.
"This never happened." You say flatly and seriously, Beomgyu of course not ever taking you seriously.
"Then why are you standing in my room in yesterdays clothes." He hums eyebrows raised, his voice cocky.
"A glitch in the timeline, an error in the universe." You say simply shoving past him, your shoulder knocking his.
Instead of letting you leave peacefully he follows, because of course he does.
"You're acting like this is the end of the world." He eyes trail over you with a grin as you stand at the entrance putting your shoes on, catching your dishevelled state in the mirror, shaking your head slightly before looking at him.
"Shut up." You respond, taking a deep breath, your hands shaking as you try lacing up your shoes.
Beomgyu watches in amusement for a moment, enjoying your unfocused state before kneeling down slapping your hands away tying your laces for you.
"So snappy in the morning, huh?" He finishes your laces with an annoyingly perfect bow, looking up at you with a sly grin.
"It's not happening again." You state, pissed at how he's not taking this seriously.
"Whats not happening again?" He feigns innocence — to annoy you but you just ignore him, slamming the door in his face, standing against it as you try wrapping your head around this nightmare scenario.
God you despise him.
If you didn't see him in this lifetime it would still be too soon for you.
Unfortunately they didn't give you a life time — they gave you two weeks.
When you enter the sanctuary of your apartment after a gruelling class you expect to just shower, eat leftovers and rot. Instead you see Beomgyu relaxing on your couch as if he owns the place.
You freeze in the doorway, your eyes locking on his, a smirk wide on his face as he meets your gaze.
Before you can say anything Haeun enters from her room, her signature smile greeting you as you snap back into reality, smiling softly at her as she envelops you in a hug.
"Hi — how was class? I know you always hate your Thursday classes, and I know we had plans but Gyu asked to come over and yeah it just happened yknow? — but also he was telling me about how you guys are finally getting along —" At this point you're used to her ramble, not knowing how she can talk without breathing. Listening, nodding along until you hear what she said about Beomgyu. Her words fading into background noise.
Refocusing as you smile at her, your eyes glancing at Beomgyu, clearly that's the reason he's so smug, your eyes lingering on his, a shit eating grin plastered on his face, snapping back to Haeun who looks so happy you genuinely can't say anything.
As she finishes talking you plaster on your best smile nodding slowly in agreement.
"Yeah — we're good" you say through your teeth, side eyeing Beomgyu who looks so pleased with himself.
"Really? Really Really — oh good because I need to duck out to see Siyun — something about our project and Beomgyu's staying for dinner so I'm glad you're getting along so you can stay in the same place unattended without murdering each other." she smiles laughing slightly, squeezing you before dipping out of the apartment before you can process.
Closing your eyes, you drop your bag, not bothering to acknowledge him hoping he'd just go away, obviously he doesn't.
Before you can slam your bedroom door on him he stops it with his foot, barging into your sacred space, groaning as you turn to him.
"Get out." You say flatly, unable to deal with his shit for much longer.
"That's not how you speak to guests, did nobody teach you manners?" He teases smiling at you enjoying your annoyed state.
"An unwanted guest mind you."
"Still a guest."
A moment passes, the tension becoming thick and unbearable, your voice catching in your throat as you look at him.
You're not blind, or stupid he's hot, he knows it which makes him even more annoying.
The silence breaks with your voice, slightly uneven from your heavy breathing. "I hate you."
"Feelings mutual." He says simply before making one long step towards you, hands gripping onto your face, capturing your lips in a heated messy kiss, pushing you back onto your bed, groaning into the kiss.
Unfortunately you can't blame alcohol on this one.
Or the time after that at Yeonjun's party.
Orrrr the time when Haeun asked you to pick up some notes for her.
You stopped counting after the 'accidental' run in at the bar.
It's not like you seek him out. That's always been the problem.
He's just always there.
You haven't defined anything with Beomgyu — you don't need to, or want to. He's there when he shouldn't be, there when you need him to be annoyingly enough.
He's always had the uncanny ability to be there when you're already at your wits end, Now instead of making your life a living hell.
He makes your life a living hell then fucks you after.
It's nearing the start of term, everyone's prepping for the dread of exams and assignments, enjoying he last free week before everything starts up again. The campus filled with rowdy college students partying like usual — with a purpose this time though.
Not that Heeseung needs a reason to throw a party, the guy celebrated his professor being absent by throwing a party saying it's what he would have wanted? you don't really question him.
It's nice though — his place, perks of going to a fancy college is most of them are rich, well the parents are anyways.
The party majority outside, a pool party after all — a rare party in the daytime, the disadvantage is seeing all the drunk college kids in daylight, seeing unsightly things you wouldn't usually.
Of course he's here, he's best friends with Heeseung — also seeming to have a slight tendency to go to every party happening but hey.
You don't talk still.
Well — you talk, not nicely, despite sleeping with each other now you still bicker and argue constantly, it usually just ends in him fucking you.
You're inside in the kitchen, not particularly in the mood to day drink — dragged here by your friends against your will.
You hear the foot steps coming into the kitchen, paying no real attention, more focused on whatever was happening in the group chat. That was until you hear an obnoxiously fake cough you recognise. Looking up and seeing Beomgyu, your mood immediately souring, clicking your phone off.
"Seriously." Your tone flat, annoyed simply by his presence.
"Fancy seeing you here." Beomgyu's voice the opposite of yours, a grin plastered on his face.
"You knew I was coming." Folding your arms over yourself, trying not to focus on him — because of course he's in just swim trunks, it's a pool party, you can still be annoyed though.
"Mhm, you knew I was too though so don't act so sour." He steps slowly closer to you, his eyes dragging over your frame, his eyes lingering on your chest before meeting your eyes again.
"Was hoping the universe was on my side considering the house is big enough to count as three apartments." You don't miss his eyes lingering on you unapologetically, your breath hitching slightly.
"Ill find you in every universe." His attempt to flirt only pissing you off, which he knew — it's why he does it.
"You're annoying." You hum, feigning disinterest, heat rising through your body — unable to ignore the way he's looking at you like he knows where this is heading.
"You say that every time." Beomgyu's words coming out nearly in a singing voice, his fingers faintly running up your side, sending shivers down your side.
You can feel his breath faint against your neck — knowing your should pull away — you never do though.
"Still doesn't seem to register to you though." Your voice a careful whisper, acutely aware of your surroundings.
"Kinda hard to considering whenever you say it you stick around anyways ." His voice matching yours, only his is heavier and lower.
"I hate you." Your voice sharp, the harsh words only fuelling him even more. Beomgyu's hands trailing down your waist, holding onto your hip, feeling his lips brush against your neck.
"Keep saying that and ill start to believe you." His voice barely audible, muffled from your skin, only pressing faint kisses against your neck.
"Beomgyu." You say as a warning, your voice not nearly as strong as you'd like it to be.
"They are all busy outback, well be quick.." His voice mixed with his lips pressing right into the sensitive part of your neck not helping you at all. "Well — we might be, depends if you'll behave or not." He teases, feeling him smile against your warm skin.
"Fuck you." Is all you manage to say, your voice cracking, your chest rising unevenly, the only thing stopping you from buckling down is his hold on your hips.
"Only if you ask nicely." He coos against your skin, his breath hitting the wet skin of your neck from his kisses.
Before you can even quip back at him he's pulling you down the hall, closing the bathroom door behind you, immediately his lips crash onto yours, his tongue pushing past your lips, trying to claim every part of you.
Moaning into the kiss, your hands holding onto any part of him you can reach, fingers lacing into his long hair tugging on the soft strands.
Your hold on his hair elicits a moan, only then does the kiss break — Beomgyu not straying far, his nose nudging against yours as you both catch your breath.
Beomgyu's eyes are trained on you, admiring how you're giving in so easy for him already. His grip tightening on your hips.
Pushing you against the bathroom counter, his hold on your hips helping you sit on the counter, absentmindedly playing with his hair — forcing yourself to focus, your eyes trailing over his features — noticing his long lashes, the slope of his nose, his stupidly perfect eyes.
Quickly silencing your own thoughts you pull him against you, your lips colliding, his tongue tracing your lip before pushing into your mouth — fighting for the upper hand.
Neither of you stepping down, tugging on his hair only fuelling him further. Beomgyu's hand snaking up your body, groping one of your tits over your shirt a moan escaping from you unwillingly, using that he nips on your bottom lip.
The kiss is heated and messy, no real sense or rhythm, only the tension you have bubbling over like this is the only output you have.
When he pulls back he doesn't stray far, latching onto your neck, kissing around your skin leaving sloppy wet kisses all over. He settles on the specific spot he may as well have memorised, sucking hard, knowing deep purple bruises will form later on.
Your breathe hitches from the tingling sensation, your grip on his hair loosening only for you to cup his neck for support, feeling your body get simultaneously lighter from his touch but also every mark weighing you down.
"If you leave a mark I swear to god —" Your voice trying to have some bite, quickly failing when Beomgyu nips at your skin, pulling a barely audible whimper from you.
"Or what? You'll stop me — we both know that's not happening anytime soon, angel." You can feel the bastard smile against your shoulder, pressing a final kiss against the already forming bruise before his hands make their way up your shirt, squeezing your tits through your bra.
"You talk all this shit — but when it comes down to it you're all talk, kinda pathetic really." His voice lower and breathy.
Continuing on his hands leave your chest, one slipping under the hem of your shorts straight into your panties, cupping your bare heat.
Only momentarily removing himself to push your shorts off, leaving your panties on, pushing them to the side.
Your forehead falls against his shoulder, trying to mask your embarrassment, failing miserably and only encouraging him.
"See, shes begging for me.. can feel you clenching 'round nothing — shit look at her.." His words not aimed at you, talking straight to your pussy — his words alone forcing a strained whine to escape your lips, your hands gripping onto his shirt, trying to rut your hips to meet his touch, so close but Beomgyu's purposefully putting no pressure on your cunt.
His free hand snakes up to your neck, around to hold you by the back of your neck, fingers softly tracing your skin before pulling you back out of his neck, forcing you to look at him.
The sudden pressure on your neck makes you moan, his fingers pushing down on the sides of your neck forcing you to look at him.
"If you react like this for someone you 'hate' id love to see how you are for someone you like, god — you're such a slut, would let anyone do this to you wouldn't you." His words mean, putting emphasis on hate, as if the word is funny to him, His hand cupping your pussy move slightly, finger slightly nudging your clit, a soft desperate sound escaping you only to fuel him.
"Nah — wouldn't let anyone else touch you like this, only for me right — nobody else can get her like this.." His nose brushing yours, feeling his breath brush against your lips he's that close.
"Eat — ah! shit.." Your voice cracking with your words, cursing yourself internally, Beomgyu lets out a faux mocking sad sound with a grin.
Beomgyu's looking at you at you with his eyes dark, trained on every reaction you make, storing it away for later.
He doesn't say anything right away, letting out an overly dramatic sigh, his thumb brushing over your clit putting sudden pressure on it making you whine, desperate for more.
"What was that — say it again, didn't quite hear you.." His voice quiet, mocking — his lips turned into a smile.
Trying to regain your composure you take a shaky breath, all your senses overwhelmingly taken over by him.
"I said eat sh —" Before you can even finish your sentence his fingers are circling over your soaked hole. Immediately every part of your brain fails you, only focused on his fingers, trying to grind your hips up to push them in.
"You say that but your beggin' for me, sweetheart." He teases, his voice sending shivers down your spine.
Your breath hitches, your brain clouded, unable to think of anything to respond, your lack of response only droning him on.
"So much prettier when you don't open your mouth yknow that — almost can make you tolerable." His fingers tracing softly over your entrance, not pushing in, just putting enough pressure on you to have you needing more.
Your response is a broken moan, trying to bury yourself into the crook of his shoulder again, his hand holding your neck in place stopping you, forcing you to look at him. "Got nothing to say now, huh — all it takes is a little and you're all sweet f'me yeah?" he coos mockingly at you, throwing you a fake pout before breaking into a grin.
"It's okay, m'gonna take good care of her, yeah? shes dripping all for me.." His fingers finally prodding your entrance, stretching you ever so slightly, making you crave more.
"Not gonna deny her any attention because you're being a bitch, god shes craving me, clenching around barely anything."
You're barely processing his words — the sharp words targeted at you then his sweet words for your pussy sending you spinning.
Beomgyu's fingers push into your heat, sucking in a sharp breath as he feels you soaked around his fingers, his hand that rested on your neck moving to your thigh, holding you in place, pressing wet kisses over your shoulder.
Your desperate pleas echoing across the bathroom, finding it hard to remember your in public — at a pool party and all of your close friends metres from you.
Trying to grind your hips against his hand is a failed effort, his hold on your thigh keeping you firm in place. Beomgyu's fingers start thrusting into you fast — giving you no room to adjust to the sensation.
His body memorised yours at this point, knowing exactly which buttons to press, which angle gets draws out the prettiest moans he's been dreaming of since you last fucked.
He's muttering something you can barely hear — not understanding him at all — all your focus on his fingers hit that intense spot dead on.
Your legs start trembling when his thumb starts rubbing raw, harsh but pleasurable circles on your clit, hearing him groan at your walls clenching around his fingers.
Your brains foggy, so focused on the feeling of him — the way you can feel him curving his fingers to hit every spot better, his nails digging into the plush of your thigh — knowing there is going to be small crescent marks lingering for a bit.
You can feel the familiar feeling form in your gut lingering, making it clear that you're close, Beomgyu knows too — the way your whines are getting needier and your walls fluttering so sweetly around him.
Then he pulls out.
Your impending orgasm fades into an afterthought — your whole body tingling from him, fading into a dull throb between your legs.
"Beomgyu I swear to god —" Immediately he cuts you off with a kiss, silencing any complaints.
"Hold your horses angel, don't get your panties in a twist." He says with a grin, stepping back from you only to unbutton and unzip his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down enough to pull out his half-hard cock.
Your eyes go down to his cock unapologetically , subconsciously clenching your thighs, a smirk twitching on his face when he notices.
"Always wondered if there was a way to shut you up." His eyes stay on you, his fingers wrapping around his cock, giving himself a few strokes before lining up with your entrance, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist, your hands flying to his broad shoulders trying to stabilise yourself.
Before you can even think of a response he pushes himself into you, giving you no time to adjust, the room filling with both of your panting, your whines shifting to whimpers at the sudden pressure.
"Who knew all it would take was you being a little slut." He whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Your nails digging into his shoulders, only making him groan from the pain.
Giving you no time to adjust to the heavy feeling in you he pulls out of you, pushing back into you with one mean thrust.
His pace is fast, your walls sucking him in with ease, his tip prodding the spongy spot on your walls with no trouble.
Your moans only growing louder as he thrusts in and out of you, the sound of your skin slapping and the squelch of your hips meeting and your wetness pooling at the base of his cock. One of his hands move to your mouth covering it, trying and failing to muffle your moans.
"So loud huh, what — want everyone to know who owns this pussy? Let everyone know you're a little attention whore who starts fights with me just sp I can fuck the attitude right out of ya?" He says in between thrusts, his voice breathy, trying his hardest not to moan when you clench hard around him.
Beomgyu's thrusts grow sloppy, a sign he's getting caught up in his own pleasure. He may be an asshole but he's not cruel, at least when it comes to sex.
His hand snakes down between you too, using your slick to circle your neglected achy clit. As he removes his hand from your mouth, you immediately catch his lips in yours, your hands cupping his jaw — moaning into his mouth as he fucks into you.
Using one of his hands to hike your leg up higher, hitting a deeper angle immediately, pulling desperate whines from you.
The duel sensation of his attack on your throbbing bud, his hips crashing against yours in mean deep thrusts — you can feel your orgasm brewing.
"Taking me so well, baby — this pussy was made for me." The unexpected praise only pushes you over the edge — your orgasm ripping through you hard.
"That's it, come for me sweetheart — knew you had it in you." His thrusts growing even more sloppy and uncoordinated, the feeling of your walls sucking him in deeper from your orgasm — the warm feeling you overtaking him — pushing him to his own orgasm shortly after yours.
Fucking you through both your orgasms he doesn't stop — his fingers growing slower as he draws out your orgasm, making sure to not overstimulate you.
Your moans slowing down as your orgasm washes over you, riding it out, both of you breathing heavily, the room smelling of sex and chlorine.
His movements on your bud only stopping when he snaps back into reality, you wincing slightly from the unintentional overstimulation.
Resting your head on his shoulder as you catch your breath — his unintentionally hard grip hold on your thigh loosening, his fingers rubbing on the red skin.
After a moment of you both gathering yourself, your voice scratchy. "I hate you." Lacking any serious bite, from your voice breathy and throat sore.
He only hums in acknowledgement, his fingers catching your chin forcing you to look at him, a usually uncharacteristic look of concern on his face only reserved for after sex.
"You good." Beomgyu silently hopes the slight concern doesn't show in his tone, if you notice you don't say anything, still trying to think clearly after your intense orgasm.
Not responding verbally, only with a nod, the look dissipates, a cocky smirk replacing it, somehow lighter.
"Not talkative?" He teases, unable to take your annoyed look seriously.
"Shut up."
Both of you seemingly realising he's inside you, feeling his cock soften inside you.
Beomgyu slowly pulls out, making you both wince slightly from the cold air hitting you. Before you can process his fingers dip down between you pushing his cum inside you making you moan suddenly.
When he's satisfied he pulls your panties back into place, enjoying the small wet patch forming from his cum trying to slip out.
"Beomgyu get me tissues we are not doing this." You say with a deadpanned look, the party having hours left and you are not walking around like this. "I already have fucking marks all over me."
"Nobody knows they were from me though." He hums, smiling at your annoyed state.
"Beomgyu." You say as a warning, watching him pull up his pants tucking himself back into his boxers. Looking just as dishevelled as you probably.
"Haeun's probably looking for you, don't wanna keep her waiting do you?" He says heading for the door, giving you a once over. Before you can retaliate he's out the door leaving you alone with your own thoughts.
Hopping off the counter, turning around you look at yourself in the mirror, hair that was perfect before now messy, your make up smudged and lip gloss long gone.
Faint purple marks forming under your shirt, just barely hidden. Silently cursing Beomgyu, and probably cursing him out later for no apparent reason to everyone else but you two.
Your whole body buzzing from your orgasm, and just him in general, trying to get a hold of yourself, fixing everything to try and make it look like you didn't just get fucked on a bathroom counter.
Just as you take a deep breath there is a knock on the door followed by a familiar voice.
"Hey — are you in there, ive been looking for you!" You can hear Haeun's muffled voice from behind the door startling you, giving yourself one last moment.
"Yeah — ill be right out." Haeun seemingly satisfied with that answer wanders off to join the rest of the party, leaving the bathroom you look around, making your way outside to everyone else, your eyes immediately locking on Beomgyu — whos acting like he didn't just ruin you in one of your friends bathroom, you see him glance in your direction, hiding a smirk by taking a drink.
Exams are killing you, metaphorically and literally.
Surviving off TV dinners and a prayer.
Now you're smart, you know that but this is hell — starting off the semester sick and missing a bunch of classes, playing an endless game of catch up, ontop of your other classes.
On top of that Haeun as a roommate is like having excitement reincarnated as a roommate. Constantly coming in to talk, then helping her with her homework and forgetting what you were doing entirely.
Haeun's at her parents over the long weekend, begrudgingly leaving you alone — begging you to come with her.
Unfortunately — or fortunately for you; you couldn't go, your academics crying and in desperate attention.
With Haeun gone you actually are making good work, enjoying the alone time you desperately needed.
You've been at it for hours, energy drinks and water bottles piled up next to your textbooks, everything scattered around your desk, overlapping each other. Trying to cram as much information into your head on all different topics you probably wont even need for your exams.
So you don't particularly notice when you hear movement in the living room — assuming it's your cat being mischievous and or just the hallway traffic outside the apartment.
That's until you feel a hand on your shoulder you jump out of your seat nearly, feeling your soul leave your body, instantly hearing the wheezing laugh of Beomgyu, turning your chair around to see him laughing, nearly keeling over in amusement.
"What the fuck is wrong with you." Your heart may as well dropped to your stomach, beating hard in your chest.
Beomgyu only stifles his laughs for a second before you hit him with your textbook, making him wince and hold his arm, a stupid grin still plastered on his face.
Holding back a small laugh of your own, taking a deep breathe before you look at him, feigning annoyance. "What are you doing here."
The question snaps Beomgyu out of his fit of amusement, looking at you, his eyes trailing over you. "Haeun's at our parents." He states, obviously you know that but not sure why it means he can come over.
"So you decide to break in and harass me?" You raise a brow, crossing your arms, noticing the small pause before he starts speaking, still grinning, but it shifting slightly.
"Not breaking in, if I have a key and also not harassment." He hums, slowly walking back over to you, crossing the small space in a few steps, entering your personal space.
"It's what id call it — and why do you even have a key." You mumble putting the text book back on your desk with a sigh, stretching over your head, the hours sitting down finally catching up to you.
Without warning Beomgyu spins your chair back around to face him, hovering over you, his face inches from yours.
slightly startled from the sudden act you let out a startled sound, bordering on a whine, that only drones him on.
"Missed you." His voice a low whisper, his nose nearly bumping yours.
"You missed sex — and annoying me." You try to deflect, purposefully ignoring the tightening feeling in your chest you definitely don't want to address.
Beomgyu pauses for a second, almost to think for a second, barely acknowledging your snippy remark. "Same thing."
His head dips, his lips brushing over your neck, pressing a faint kiss onto your warm skin before you groan slightly, making him pull back.
A small look of concern, mainly confusion washes over his face, shifting his mood instantly.
"You good?" He questions, the surprising lack of any humour catching you slightly off guard.
"I have to study." Your voice strained, apparent you're exhausted. Slowly he pulls back, raising a brow, his grin softening slightly, still slightly amused.
"You — need to study? Little miss honour roll?" His words teasing, laced with worry still but not as apparent.
"Fuck off, I'm way behind." Your words dragging, closing your eyes, in hopes it will magically cure the headache that's been a dull throb in your head all day.
Honestly you don't know why you're sharing this — the vulnerability, assuming he's going to make some sarcastic remark and leave.
For a moment he doesnt move or say anything, giving a small hum before pulling back. You assume he's finally gonna leave you alone.
Instead he fucking flops back onto your bed.
"What are you doing?" You say slightly exasperated, not a clue what is going on his head — you already said not today so you don't know why he's sticking around.
"Laying down." He shrugs, adjusting to be against your pillows, rustling in your bedside table for a book, pulling out a random one and flipping through the pages, uninterested.
"Why?" You take a breathe, your brows furrowed slightly, still amused — now fully distracted from your studies.
"Your bed is comfortable." He says flatly, his arms crossing above his head, eyes looking over you.
"You've been on it before." Unable to not notice the way he instantly relaxes into your space, as if he belongs there.
"Well — I'm not usually thinking of the mattress when I'm on it." A smirk plays on his lips, memories flooding through your head at the suggestive comment, making you throw a near by bottle at him, which he catches, throwing it onto the ground laughing at your reaction.
"Get out." Nearly at your wits end, a small part of you cant help but be content with this but you quickly silence that thought.
"I'm comfortable." He retorts quickly, the banter surprisingly light-hearted, you've made no real effort to kick him out yet, and he knows that.
"What if Haeun comes back early."
"Unlikely, and you know that."
After a moment passes you let out a groan, spinning your chair back around to your desk, resuming resuming to the best of your abilities to study, not that Beomgyu will let you get much done, also knowing he isn't leaving anytime soon.
Today was going great, well as great as it can go when you have an 8 am lecture. Haeun's classes aren't till the end of the day so you face the annoyance of campus alone.
Well not alone, catching a few of your friends hanging around a lecture hall you quickly join the conversation. As every parts ways, leaving campus or heading to class you continue with Jeongin — a friend of a friend you've met a few times, having a few classes together.
The conversations easy, not trying to force a laugh or pretend to be interested in whatever he's saying because you're actually interested — sharing the same major and interests for the most part.
What you don't notice is Beomgyu — who was originally deep in his own conversation with his friends, his focus shifting when you catch his eye as you walk past him, completely oblivious to him.
Beomgyu completely losing interest in his own conversation, his thoughts never straying from you. Who was that guy? Why are you smiling and laughing so hard — he cant be as funny as him. Not that you'd consciously laugh at Beomgyu's jokes anyways.
Unable to control himself any longer he's making long strides over to where your standing, immersed in conversation.
"Hey there." His tone laced with faux happiness a tight grin on his face, slinging a 'friendly' arm around your shoulders, unconsciously pulling you closer to him and further from Jeongin.
You can feel him on you before you can hear him, his cologne immediately clocking you, recognising the scent too quickly. Annoyance immediately taking over anything you were feeling before, your smile dropping.
Before you can even speak Beomgyu's arms leaving your shoulders, draping himself across your waist, his fingers grazing your hip, sending shivers down your spine.
Jeongin quickly noticing the vibe shift lets out a strained laugh, giving you a quick nod. "Ill see you around, ill see you in class Monday?"
Not fully trusting your voice you just nod apologetically at him. When he's out of range you push Beomgyu off you, looking at his pleased grin.
Looking around before you grab his wrist, pulling him to the nearest building, ending up in a staircase you drag him in, hitting his shoulder.
"What the hell — was that." You say in a whisper yell, quickly looking around to make sure nobody is around.
'What, I'm just looking out for you." He shrugs as if what he did was normal, his expression showing no remorse.
"Oh and you know whats best for me — really?" You let out a dry laugh crossing your arms, shaking your head in disbelief.
Beomgyu doesn't respond right away, stepping closer to you — invading your personal space, his voice dropping an octave, a smile replacing his look of indifference from earlier. "I know the best way to keep you in your place, angel. Might I remind you of last week — or even last night, begging for me —"
"Fuck you." You cut him off instantly, your breathing going uneven from him being so close — knowing exactly which buttons to push.
"Already done that before, baby." He moves even closer, his breath fanning your neck, still not touching you.
The hallway growing heavy with tension, both of your breathing audible — Beomgyu's lack of touch giving you an out if you want it — and you really don't.
"Heres what you're gonna do —"
"Oh yeah, really?" You scoff in disbelief, letting out a dry laugh, heat radiating from him — his calm demeanour sending you spiralling.
"Yeah — 'cause we both know behind this act — because it is an act.." His voice trails off, his fingers reaching up, barely grazing over your jaw. "You cant resist me." He says confidently, his eyes locking on yours briefly before looking over your features.
"You're gonna go to our spot in 10 minutes, and if you're late you're seriously gonna reconsider talking to that guy on Monday." His voice almost venomous when mentioning Jeongin. His fingers leave your jaw, leaving a faint tingle where the lingered, meeting his eyes once again, holding them for a moment — his eyes dark, filled with something you haven't seen before. Jealousy, you don't really want to unpack yet.. or ever.
Barely processing his words before he's out the door — the large entry doors swinging from the wind, leaving you alone in your own thoughts.
The walk alone to 'your spot' was already 6 minutes away, Beomgyu so adequately called it 'your spot' when it's not really your spot — just the most secluded spot in campus nobody has really found, perfect for whenever this — whatever you and Beomgyu are happens.
The walk was painfully slow, drawing it our purposefully to annoy Beomgyu — who has always been the impatient type.
When you arrived you checked your phone, 11 minutes. trying to bite back a small laugh you enter the small room — an empty storage room on no campus maps.
Looking around as you enter trying to scope out Beomgyu — immediately he grabs your hand, pushing you against the wall, his face only centimetres from yours. Feeling his own chest against yours as you try catching your breath from the shock.
"A minute, seriously?" He lets out a dark hum, his hold on your wrist tightening, not enough to be painful — just enough to keep you in place.
"My bad, was enjoying the scenery." You say, your voiced laced with fake sympathy. Your eyes locked on his.
"Cant even follow a simple instruction — god you're useless." He spits out, his other hand roaming over your body, dipping in your jeans.
Your breath hitches, a small pathetic whine leaving your lips involuntarily. Glancing down at his hand. Swallowing the lump in your throat.
"I swear — everything leaves that cute head of yours as soon as I'm around — cant think about anything but how good I make you feel right?" Beomgyu's hand leaves your wrist, unzipping your hoodie, which he immediately recognises as his own — only leading him on.
"Flirting with a random guy in my hoodie? — what would everyone think when they find out you pretend to hate me but act like a little slut the second we're alone."
His fingers leaving your jeans with a whine from you, unzipping the hoodie and letting it fall on the ground — leaving you in only your undershirt.
"God, you're insufferable you know that —" He cuts you off by fucking biting your shoulder. A sound teetering on a wince and moan escaping your throat. Beomgyu quickly soothing the skin with a kiss, resting his forehead on you.
"You talk all this talk but still come back to me — so really how much do you 'hate me' truly." Almost hearing his smile, his voice edging on a laugh only serving to piss you off.
Beomgyu's hands running over your body, settling on your hips, skimming over your waistband, teasing you.
"Beomgyu stop teasing." You try and fail to force your voice to have any sharpness, the words coming out nearly as a whine.
"Say please.." Beomgyu mumbles into your shoulder, pressing wet open mouthed kisses along your collarbone, leaning your head back against the wall instinctively to give him better access causing him to smile against you.
Not responding at all only causes him to sigh dramatically against you — his smile never fading. "Say please and ill give you everything you want baby, just one word."
"Fuck off." Your voice lacking any bite and confidence, Beomgyu pulls away from your skin, admiring briefly the wet marks adorn on you.
Suddenly you feel the pressure of his hand against your throat, pressing down on the sides just enough to make your heart skip, looking at you like prey — his leg slipping in between your legs, pressing against your heat pulling a desperate moan from you.
"Say please and ill be nice."
"You're never nice."
"I am to people who don't act like brats." Beomgyu's eyes trail over you, admiring you unravelling under him.
You mumble it, barely audible but enough to make his grin widen, pressing down on your throat again making you whine. "What was that, didn't quite hear you angel." His voice just above a whisper.
"Please."
"See, was that so hard, pretty girl." His hand leaves your throat — the sensation quickly being replaced by his lips, both his hands wandering over your body greedily.
You know you should probably stop — but you seriously cant.
It's like an itch that you know you shouldn't scratch a sore, you know if you keep scratching it, it'll get infected but it feels so good when you do.
You know you definitely shouldn't keep sleeping with him — he pisses you off, makes your life hell, he's your best friends brother.
You still keep ending up in his bed.
Or him in yours.
Which is exactly what happened, the sore got infected.
Well — You got caught.
Nearly.
Got off by the skin of your teeth.
It's winter, it's also one of your rare free days off from work and college. No assignments due, no homework just nothing.
Which honestly you're not complaining about, slightly glad you have no impending assignments to stress about.
Both you and Haeun are relaxing in your room - the only one with heating that works moderately well.
You're on your bed scrolling on your phone, paying no attention to whatever Haeun is doing, hearing her shuffling through your room.
You're best friends, ride or dies — having nothing to hide, in your room at least.
Well that you know of.
"Whats this?" Haeun's voice pulls you from your phone, glancing over at her by your closet. Unable to see what shes holding you lean forward a bit. When you see what shes holding all blood rushes from your face.
A hoodie, simple! But Haeun knows your wardrobe, this is not your hoodie and she knows that.
The simple black hoodie which could belong to anyone? Your laundry must have been mixed up, right? You can use that excuse —
"Weird, Gyu has one just like this, same brand and everything, and rip too —" Haeun trails on, immediately you cough, bringing her attention to you.
"It's apart of the design I think — must've gotten mixed up with someone from the laundromat" You shrug feigning innocence. Haeun looks at you for a moment longer than needed, not fully buying it but not pushing.
"I guess." She hums slightly, laying it on the back of your chair, flopping next to you on the bed, you hope she cant hear or sense your heart racing and your blood pressure rising with every second.
"So, any reason for the snooping?" You try shifting the topic, Haeun unaware smiles immediately.
"Siyun asked me on a date, tonight." She lets out a dramatic sigh, you cant help but smile at her excitement. "Said he wanted to be spontaneous, and that it's worth the surprise."
You hum in acknowledgement, letting her continue her rant, in your head you're just glad she believed you, then it hits.
The guilt.
The guilt of lying to your best friend, doing this behind her back and shes oblivious, knowing that both of you are the most important people in her life and you're both lying to her.
Moving through the apartment in a haze, following Haeun around as she talks and gets ready for her date, saying what you need to say, talking enough to not have her questioning where your head is.
Because if she did ask if something was wrong, you're not sure if you could lie any longer.
As she heads out for her date you're left with your thoughts, which is never good.
Because what would she think?
If she found out you were sleeping with her brother from finding his clothes in your closet — which how the hell did it get there.
God you don't wanna imagine her face — the pain, the lies.
The only reason she didn't question further was because she trusted you, and him. Because if she did question further — if she looked any closer to the hoodie, she'd see not only the 'designed rip' — she'd see the exact same stain from chem lab, his stupid doodles on the tag — and that you definitely couldn't blame on a stylistic choice.
Before you can think you're grabbing the hoodie that was plaguing your thoughts and you're out the door — not really thinking about it.
Well you know where you're going.
You know the way without even needing directions — you have the route memorised from late night walks to his, or him walking you back to yours even when you didn't ask.
You don't text him you're on your way or that you're going over; because you know he'll reply with some stupid and flirty joke which you definitely don't need right now.
It's only a ten minute walk, you wish it was longer — not nearly enough time to actually think about what you're going to say. Stopping yourself involuntarily at his door — you know his roommates not home — why do you know his roommates schedule, because he doesn't shut up so you're forced to listen to him.
No other reason.
You don't have a plan, the ten minutes feeling like three, fuck what were you going to say — what was he going to say.
You cant even knock before the door swings open, of course as you expected he answer — he's the only one home what did you expect — fuck why are you doing this.
What you didn't expect was him to answer looking like heaven or hell depending on how you look at it reincarnated, pants hung low on his hips, his boxers peaking through, the small happy trail visible, peaking out from them. Shirt slightly askew from whatever he was doing before — not bothering to adjust.
Trying to gather your thoughts you're just standing there in his doorway, basically gawking at him. His expression smug, amused at your clearly dishevelled state.
The next thing you process is his touch — his fingers lingering on your arm, pulling you inside. Tumbling inside you immediately recover from your daze, shoving the hoodie into his chest, letting it fall to his feet.
"What the hell is this." Your voice teetering between a yell and a whisper.
Beomgyu simply looks at you with amusement, looking you up and down a smug smile on his lips. "A hoodie, cmon angel, you're not that stupid."
"No I mean what is it doing in my closet." You spit out, feeling your blood pressure rise from him just existing.
"I put it there." He says like it's the simplest thing in the world, with the audacity to just shrug it off.
"No shit — I mean why, Beomgyu." Your voice raising, your anger growing into confusion. Your brain going a thousand miles a minute trying to figure out why he put it there so recklessly.
His eyes leave yours for a split second, his expression changing briefly before looking back at you. "In case you got cold or something."
His words linger in the air for a moment — processing what he said, what his words meant.
Turning around from him, groaning in annoyance your hands running over your face.
"Are you seri — Haeun nearly caught us." You say through your teeth, your palms digging into your eyes, taking a breath before turning to face him, trying to convey the seriousness of the situation.
Beomgyu freezes momentarily, taking in your state, his lips turning up in a small smirk, enjoying your frazzled state.
Letting you continue your spiel, his eyes following you as you pace across the room.
"The only reason she didn't is because she trusts me — us, so when I say it was some random persons laundry getting mixed up with mine she believed me — because why on earth would I ever lie to her." Your voice trailing off from anger to guilt, your fingers twirling the necklace dangling from your neck — ironically the matching one you have with Haeun.
"You're overreacting." He says calmly, in hopes to try and soothe whatever your feeling — his words only making it worse.
You scoff in disbelief taking a deep breath looking at him. "No — no! If anything I am under reacting right now — fuck I knew this was a stupid idea, we cant keep doing this."
Beomgyu stills for a moment, his feelings unreadable — confusion, maybe slight annoyance — hurt maybe?
"Because of a hoodie? If she questions further just say — I don't know, I left it at your place and you just sorted it with your —"
"Oh my fucking god, Beomgyu — not because of a hoodie! Because we are basically betraying Haeun!" Your sharp words cutting him off quickly, breaking off at the end, exasperated and exhausted, from everything — the hiding, the guilt — the unknown of what the fuck you are, both of you too stubborn or scared to ask.
You know in the grand scheme of it, you're overreacting but you cant help it — the months of guilt, unspoken feelings bubbling over.
The sharp contrast of before — when the neighbours could most definitely hear you arguing and now — an eerie quiet, both of you just — there.
"We need to end this."
"No."
"You cant just say no —"
"I am, I have a say in this."
"Beomgyu why are you fucking fighting this! — All we do is fight then have sex, it's unhealthy and —"
"You're only ending it because you're scared." His voice is steady, his arms crossed as he leans on the back of the couch, watching you unravel.
"God — you're so arrogant, I'm thinking of Haeun — and I swear to god if you keep interrupting me." You pace around in front of him, basically vibrating at this point, your skin warm, your hands flailing around as you talk.
"You're always thinking of Haeun, Y/n." His eyes follow you around, remaining calm, an unusual lack of any smart ass remarks.
The mention of Haeun makes you stiffen in your spot, your eyes locking on his.
"Fuck you."
You spit out almost like venom, your breathing growing uneven from getting worked up.
"Isn't that what you're trying to avoid?" He hums, a small cocky smile growing on his lips.
You let out a dry, humourless laugh, unintentionally moving closer to him, your fingers running over your face trying to calm down. "We are not doing this! God you're so —"
"What? Self absorbed, egotistical, arrogant? Try me, you've called me everything under the sun, angel." He tilts his head towards you, breaching your personal space, you make no real effort to move.
"I hate you."
"Every time you say that it gets less and less believable." He quips back instantly, his voice dropping an octave.
The tension between you growing palpable, laying it all on the table and still so much left unsaid.
Beomgyu takes a moment before moving even closer, feeling the warmth radiating off you.
"You're such a brat."
"Do you honestly think Haeun would care if we were sleeping together?" His voice flat, emphasising the honestly, trying to get you to see his view.
"Yes — what kind of question is that." You stammer, dumbfounded, his question seeming stupid, of course she would care — If you found out your best friend was hiding something like this you'd be pissed.
He doesnt respond instantly, just looking over you — gauging your expression, almost like he's analysing you. "No, you care. You're using Haeun as an excuse to avoid how you actually feel."
You scoff in disbelief shaking your head, a dry laugh escaping your lips. "That's not what this is — and don't act like you know me."
"No? Then what is this then — because I do know you, I know you better than you know yourself half the time."
Everything about this is wrong, You and Beomgyu have always been wrong, everything about him irks you irrevocably, you don't mesh, you don't work — so why doesnt it feel wrong.
Arguably you know that this is stupid — and that yes, you are using Haeun to avoid how you feel but that's just because you don't know how you feel.
Beomgyu is irritable in the same way a headache is — he's arrogant and obnoxious. He's competitive with only you, he's a dick to only you, so why the fuck is he fighting you on this.
You have your own revelations about this — whatever you are, but whats in it for him? Why you — why is he so protective of whatever you are, refusing to end this. Honestly it wouldn't surprise you if he's being hard just to piss you off, but you know that's not the case.
A part of you is desperate just to understand him — You've always prided yourself in being able to read people pretty well but you just cant with him.
When you break the silence it's with a dry laugh, your eyes meeting his, which were already trained on you.
"I'm not doing this."
"No we are, actually." His reply is instant, almost as if he predicted your response.
Your feet move before you can think, instinctively walking away — from him, this conversation, unsure if you even wanna hear what his opinion is because he's incapable of shutting up.
Before you can even make it to the door you feel him on you, his hand clasping around your wrist — not tight enough to hurt but enough to stop your movements.
Your back meeting the wall with a small thud — the space between you small, barely existing. The faint feeling of his breath against your skin, his fingers loosening around your wrist but lingering.
"You cant just walk away because you don't wanna talk about us, you don't get to just run away because your avoiding talking about how you feel."
"I'm walking away because the conversation ended, there is no us to talk about." Your body betraying you, your harsh words having no malice with your voice uneven, unable to even meet his eyes.
"Bullshit, you and I both know that's bullshit." He spits out, his voice low, barely louder than a whisper, if you didn't know better you could almost sense the hurt in his voice.
"Beomgyu." You say, nearly as a warning, for both of you.
"If there is nothing between us why are you so scared of Haeun finding out, if you think for a second what we have is just sex then you're not as smart as I thought."
His words instantly catching you off guard, the sudden vulnerability — the reality of it. What you had was 'just sex'. You don't think about the after, when he lingers, when he asks about your day, when he's always just there when you need him without realising you do.
Seeing it in the moment as an annoyance, because if you thought about the fact he actually makes you smile, and isn't always an arrogant asshole.
"It is just sex — you're acting like we have a normal relationship outside of it we aren't even friends! All you do is fight me on everything." The rational part of your brain trying to get him to see the logic — well your logic.
"Maybe it's just sex because you never even let yourself think it could be more, maybe I fight you on everything because it's the only time you're real." That familiar feeling — the stutter you always ignore, the small feeling whenever you see the other side of him takes over your chest.
He was right — to a point, you never let yourself think about him more than sex — because what then?
In a way you liked the way your relationship was, the way he always was there to fight you on things — to push you, fuck it was annoying but still.
Because you knew he was a good person — you've always known that, maybe that's why you could never hate him in the way you claimed.
Everything is too much — your own thoughts, his words — just him.
You let out a deep ragged breath, bordering on a laugh, unable to even look at him — your mind trying to find anyway to leave — because the bastard is right, you do run away.
Pushing him back enough for you to quickly walk away — again.
Again, Beomgyu is not having it.
His hand grabbing your wrist again, pulling you into him — his lips crashing onto yours. His hands cupping your jaw, not letting you even think about leaving again.
You immediately kiss back — its not soft, its desperate, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip briefly before his tongue slipping into your mouth, claiming every part of you, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss, your fingers moving to lace into his hair, tugging at his hair, almost trying to pull him close enough to fuse into him.
The kiss is heavy — so much unsaid, trying to tell you everything without words, trying to show you how much he needs you.
Beomgyu only nips at your lip before pulling back, earning a pathetic whine from you, a string of spit connecting you, his forehead resting against yours, his fingertips barely on your cheek anymore, like he's trying to treasure you — too precious to touch.
You can barely even comprehend whats happening when you feel him laugh, his whole body shaking as he does, pulling his face from yours. His hand trailing down your cheek to your throat, wrapping around the front, his thumb pushing your chin up so you're forced to meet his eyes.
"Still easy." His voice having a rasp to it, his eyes so familiar — but also filled with something unfamiliar that you can now place — possessiveness.
"Fuck you."
"Only if you ask nicely."
Unable to stop yourself you crash your lips onto his again, desperate for him to just shut up for once.
It's desperate — messy, trying to pour everything between you into this, He's swallowing you whole — every part of you is consumed by him, his soft plush lips against yours — the faint taste of his lip balm, the coffee he was drinking before, everything about him making you dizzy.
Beomgyus hands are on you, his fingers kneading your hips — clumsily leading you to his room, both of you refusing to part from each other. Knocking into furniture — only making you huff into the kiss — a small moan escaping your lips when you feel his teeth nip at your bottom lip — swallowing the sound you make instantly.
The next thing you know is the kiss breaking — Beomgyu pushing you down onto the mattress, the small gasp that escapes only makes him smile above you, quickly kneeling to meet you, his hand cradling your face, tilting it up to meet him. Your lips parting instinctively — wanting him — needy for him.
"All this talk —" His voice gravelly, breaking with need, the deep sound echoing, going straight to your core, a small whine leaving your lips, looking up at him, silently pleading for him to do something — anything.
His lips trail down your jaw, when he gets to that particular spot he knows is sensitive his teeth nip at the skin, his tongue tracing over the mark, sucking hard making sure to leave a mark.
Because that's one thing he knows pisses you off — marks, does he do them anyways, yes.
You cant even bring yourself to fight him on it, every reasonable part of you turned against you.
His lips leave your skin, the sudden cold air hitting your wet skin making you whine, the whine only him smirk, unbelievably cocky that only he has this affect on you.
Beomgyu's eyes wander over you, noticing the small strip of skin exposed from your shirt riding up, the fact you clearly weren't thinking properly when you rushed over here, your legs exposed, the small sleep shirt barely hiding anything.
He's drinking you in — no matter how many times you've slept together he'll never get enough of this — you.
the sight of you; who is usually bratty, always running her mouth, laid out — begging for him, someone who she claims she detests.
God — the amount of times he's considered taping this, just to show you who is actually in charge.
He only snaps out of his trance when he hears your pathetic pleas, grasping at his hand, pulling him back towards you.
Grabbing at your wrist, his thumb presses against your pulse — the feeling of it beating under him only sending him crazy because its you.
Everything about you drives him insane — he can never get enough of you.
"Look at you, huh? I wonder what everyone would think if they knew how pathetic you were. Begging — being all sweet just for me, right?" His voice dripping with sarcasm, His fingers skimming over your torso, over the soft fabric that's leaving little to the imagination.
His eyes are trained on your face, focusing on all the small details, the way your eyebrows crease whenever he calls you one of the pet names you hate, the way your tongue pokes out when your concentrated — the way you get teary eyed whenever he teases you, how you look when his fingers press on your tongue — basically begging him to take all of you.
"Beomgyu.." Your strained voice only making it all worse — how even after everything you still needed him. Getting impatient, your head thrown back while your body arches into his touch.
a voice inside is telling him to hurry up because he needs you just bad, another part of him needs to prolong this — to show you just how much you need him, how much you really want him.
His fingers trace over the exposed skin of your stomach, not missing the way you shiver when his fingers touch you.
Every touch is electric — Your patience wearing thin, he's always had an affect on you — that's what got you here but this was different, he was drawing this out, taking his time messing with your head. His touches feeling different, lingering longer than necessary and on purpose.
Beomgyu's fingers dip under the hem of your shorts — so fucking close to where you need him, you think he's finally about to do something.
then he pulls his hand away. Not only that, pulling off you fully, standing tall over you.
The words die on the tip of your tongue when you see him pull his shirt over his head, throwing it across the room with no goal. Kneeling on the bed hovering over you again, his face close enough where you can feel his uneven breathes against your face.
"Do you have any idea what its like to deal with you." His voice is quiet — broken almost, like he's trying to hold back but cant.
His words instantly catch you off guard, taking a sharp breath, not even able to say anything before he continues.
"You're everywhere — I cant escape you even if I wanted too, and every time we fight — god do you know what it takes for me not to ruin you in that moment." His fingers tighten on your hip, voice dripping with need, you can hear him holding back.
You don't say anything — you cant, his words, bordering on a confession leave you breathless, not trusting your voice even if you tried.
"Always running that mouth but now, you're speechless?" He hums, his eyes focused on your shirt, his fingers bunching up the fabric at your waist, slowly pushing it up further and further.
His fingers graze over you mindlessly, his touch feather like over your side, the soft touch making you shiver. Beomgyus finger gently wrap around your wrist, pulling you up, quickly moving back to the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head, letting it land on the ground.
You can feel his eyes on you — Guiding you to lay back onto the mattress, hearing him audibly take a breath, his eyes never leaving you.
His thumb tracing over your chest, over the thin fabric — purposefully ignoring your perked nipples peaking through the thin bra you were wearing.
"Beomgyu." The breathy whine doing nothing to pull him from his gaze, his fingers reaching around to unclasp it, the bra loosening instantly.
Slowly, his fingers pull down the straps, letting it fall onto the space beside you, leaving you exposed. Beomgyu doesnt let you feel insecure to worried, his head leaning over your tits, his breath ghosting over one of your nipples making you gasp.
His tongue poking out, teasing you — licking the top half of your boobs, pressing sloppy kisses everywhere but you need him to.
Finally, his lips wrap around your nipple, teeth grazing over the sensitive bud, sucking hard, his other hand creeping up to your neglected tit, fingers tugging on your nipple, twisting and flicking it between his fingers.
Your hands rush to his hair, arching into his mouth, a string of desperate moans leaving your lips. He only moans when he feels you tug on his locks, his other hand gripping on your hip, stopping you from moving, affectively caging you under him.
His hand leaves your hip, smoothing over the band of your shorts, wasting to time pulling them down, letting you kick them off. His fingers running over your newly exposed skin, making your breath hitch.
With a pop, his lips leave your tit, the skin red and spit soaked — you make the mistake of trying to look down at him — his eyes already trained on you. His pupils blown, cheeks dusted pink, his hair a mess from your fingers running through it. You can feel him everywhere — his touch leaving your skin tingling.
His fingers carefully trace over the plush of your thigh, tapping at your inner thigh, telling you silently to part them — of course you do so instantly.
"Such a good girl — why cant you be like this all the time?" He tsks at the end, biting back a grin, the smugness in his voice pulling an embarrassed whine from you.
Pushing your legs apart further, his fingers circle the exposed skin of your inner thigh — testing you, so close to where you need him. You try pushing your hips up, trying to meet his fingers.
A small chuckle escapes his lips — not that you're focused on that, your brain a one track mind — only thinking of him, his touch.
His middle and ring finger brush over your cunt, his touch barely counting — still it drives you insane.His eyes drift down, looking at your body — desperately arching into his touch.
His fingers sliding down your folds collecting your slick — letting out a strangled sound, before you can think his fingers push inside you.
The sound that escaped was small — somewhere between a gasp and a moan, finally feeling him. His fingers stretching you out, curling deep inside your cunt.
Your moans fill the room, his fingers pumping inside you — hitting that addicting spot every time.
"F-fuck — don't stop.." Your voice breaking midway — Beomgyu's fingers scissoring inside you stretching you out more, his rhythm is mean — giving you no room to breathe.
"So tight — fuck, she takes me so well — shes sucking me in like she doesnt want me to leave." He takes a sharp breath, almost like he's holding back a moan — barely even registering your words, focused on the feeling of your cunt around his fingers — sucking him in, your warm walls taking him so well.
The feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of you — the sudden loss of him only for him to slam his fingers back inside you, curling into that sweet spot that makes you clench around him hard.
His other hand grabs one of your thighs, hooking it over his hip, the sudden change of position only making his fingers push deeper in you.
You cant even do anything but moan, pulling him down to your level, your lips attaching back to his. "Beomgyu — ahh fuck! I'm gonna c-cum pleaseplease! —" Your words barely coherent, so focused on Beomgyu's fingers fucking you, the sound of your wetness echoing through the room.
You can almost taste the sweet release of your orgasm —
The he stills his fingers in aching pussy.
"Beomgyu what the fuck —" Your voice broken and coming out as a whine, the fading pleasure only making you try and chase it again — trying to buck your hips up to meet him, failing desperately.
"You think you deserve this — after being a brat?" His words teetering on a dry laugh, a dark, smug grin is all you see when you open your eyes.
You let out a choked sob — your whole body burning up — desperate for his touch again. "Please, — please." Your greedy — so desperate for that release you'll do anything.
Beomgyu's fingers suddenly start fucking into you — his palm meeting your clit with every thrust, his pace fast and rough.
"Look at her — so needy, just for me — gonna take care of this pussy, shes so sweet for me." Your back arches off the mattress, your walls fluttering around his digits, your clinging onto him — not letting him part from you for a second. Your head falling to his shoulder — sobbing into into him trying to muffle your loud, desperate moans.
The coil in your gut snaps — your orgasm rips through you. Your legs spasming around him, a string of nonsensical moans — his fingers pressing against that gummy spot on your walls relentlessly, fucking you through your orgasm — your release coating his hand, your walls sucking him further into your cunt.
Before you can even process Beomgyu's hands are on you — pulling you down to hover over his face, his hands kneading the plush of your hips, your legs already shaking from your previous orgasm making it impossible to stay stationary over him.
His arms wrap around your thighs pulling your cunt flush against his face, licking a long stripe up your cunt — drinking up your cum.
Falling forward you grab the headboard — trying to stabilise yourself, your brain working overtime, fuzzy from your orgasm and the warm, wet sensation of his mouth drinking up all your cum.
"Beomgyu — too much, shit! — " You gasp, your free hand tangling in his hair, unsure if you're trying to pull him closer or push him away.
Beomgyu's tongue laps up all of your juices — swirling over your oversensitive clit, the wet messy sound of his saliva mixing with your cum.
Already working in overdrive from your previous orgasm your next one crashes over you — Beomgyu's tongue swirling around your entrance licking up all of your cum — moaning low against your pussy making you jolt.
You cant help but grind against his face — using his tongue to ride out your orgasm, and he's letting you. His fingers digging into the skin of your thighs, keeping you right on his face, if you weren't so utterly fucked out you would have worried about his lack of oxygen.
After a moment his hold on you loosens, helping you off, leaning back on the mattress, her head hitting the pillows — the familiar scent of him consuming you.
Beomgyu settles between your legs, hooking your legs over his shoulders, basically bending you in half. His free hand strokes his cock, tapping his tip against your clit, smearing all the wetness over his cock.
"Look at you — fuck shes begging for me, mama." He hisses through his teeth, letting out a guttural groan deep from his chest. His eyes trained on your cunt — clenching around nothing, basically begging for his cock.
With one deep push he's inside you — the position only making him go impossibly deeper, feeling him everywhere in you, his hand smooths over your stomach pressing over the bulge in your stomach from how deep he is in your gut.
"Look at her — sucking me in, takes me so well every fucking time — doesnt she?"
You cant even reply — your eyes lolling shut, unable to keep them open, Beomgyu's cock sliding in out of of your pussy, pushing your legs impossibly closer, needing to be even closer to you somehow.
His cock buried deep inside you, roughly thrusting into you, his hips meeting yours.
Feeling every drag of tip against that gummy spot he's set on, his cock stretching you open — no matter how many times he fucks you dumb, your cunt sucks him like she never wants him to leave.
"Only I can fuck you like this, huh? Look at you — what? Fucked too stupid to even reply?" His lips brushed against your neck, his words coming out ragged and out of breath, almost punctuating every word with a sharp thrust.
The ache of your body being basically folded in half is in the far back of your mind — the pleasure ripping through you is all consuming — everything in your head being turned to mush only echoing one coherent thing — beomgyu.
"All angry at me when all you need is to be taken care off, yeah? Maybe instead of being a bitch just ask nicely and you can get — fuck, what you want." He hisses through his teeth, his pace faltering for a moment, his mocking words making you squeeze his cock tightly, nearly pushing him out.
Through all of the pleasure all you need is him closer — almost like he can sense it he leans down capturing your lips in a needy kiss, one of his hands moving off the mattress to cradle your face.
The kiss was heavy — it was laced with so many unspoken words, almost trying to tell you how he was feeling without speaking, holding onto your face tight, not letting you even try to move away from him, swallowing every sound — every pretty moan you let out.
you only break the kiss when a particular deep thrust knocks the air out of your chest, a small whimper escaping your lips. "Gyu — m'so close please.."
The sound that escapes Beomgyu's throat borders on a whimper — his thrusts growing sloppier, feeling him twitch inside you, taking a sharp breath against your lips, his head resting against yours.
"If you call me that again im not lasting, angel — fuck, squeezing me so tight, need to cum yeah?" He mumbled against your lips, you can practically feel him grinning against you, pulling back only to bury his cock deep into you — squishing your legs further into your chest, only letting him fuck you even deeper.
Fat tears are rolling down your cheeks, your sobs only morphing with your choked moans, the tight coil burning in your gut — so sensitive its too much but you need it — your pussy spasming around his length, your vision going blurry.
His cock heavy in your gut — his thrusts persistent and precise knowing exactly where every button to make you lose your mind is.
"For someone so — fucking sure she hates me, you sure beg for me like a little slut? You think you deserve to cum?" His words pull a desperate, choked sob, feeling his thrusts slow dangerously, feeling your high slowly slip out from under you. eagerly you shake your head in disagreement, his eyes lingering on the wet splotches of tears staining your cheeks.
"Cum for me, angel — that's it, good girl, let everyone know who you belong too, that's it —" his voice coming our raspy, dragging out the praise. With his words your orgasm comes crashing over you — your head throw back against the pillows arching impossibly closer to him — his hips crashing against yours, coming undone around his cock.
"Taking it so well — fuck gonna cum.. Gonna fuck you full, not gonna tell me to stop either, huh? She's begging for more, to fill her up — fuck. His words growing incoherent as his own orgasm comes crashing, the feeling of your walls tightening around his cock, creaming over his length as he fucks you through your orgasm.
Reaching up your fingers card through his hair tugging on the strands, pulling him closer to you, his thrusts not wavering, his own release making him more insatiable. The wet sounds of him fucking his cum into you — mixing with your own release only drones him on.
"She's taking me so well — gonna ruin her, only I get to have you like this, fuck shes dripping, can barely take it all." Your brain is shutting down — the only thing you can feel is him, its almost too much — orgasm after orgasm ripping through you.
After both of your highs calm down his thrusts slow, stopping after you let out a small whine. Slowly pulling back, his hand rubbing at the muscles of your sore legs, pulling out of you, mumbling under his breath. Watching as his cum mixed with yours, trickles out of your fluttering hole.
The room falls quiet, the small sounds of your breathing, the wind and rain from outside barely audible.
Beomgyu's eyes trail over you, taking in your state, focusing on your face — your eyes still shut, recuperating from just before. He leans over, pressing a feather like kiss onto your temple before standing up.
Stretching out, groaning comically loud only making you bite back a small laugh, He pulls up his boxers making his way out of the room, returning moments later with a wet cloth and a bottle of water.
You're staring up at the ceiling, just processing — the night ending in the way it always does for you both, but this time its different. You've both said things — maybe not a lot, or even all of how you felt but its not nothing.
Beomgyu settles between her legs, dragging the damp cloth over her, cleaning up the mess from between her legs.
Looking at him its almost domestic — a surprisingly soft expression on his face, cleaning you up gently, his free hand stationary on your leg, soothing the warm skin.
You only look at him briefly before his eyes meet yours, quickly looking back at the roof. Feeling Beomgyu pull away from you — you nearly felt colder, his warm presence shifting away from you.
Your mind is racing through everything — every thought ending with him, everything you try to distract yourself with somehow always ends in you thinking of Beomgyu in some shape or form.
Coming back to reality with Beomgyu calling out your name repeatedly, resting next to you on the bed. You swallow the lump in your throat giving yourself another moment before turning to him finally.
"I hate lying to her." Your voice small, the sudden shift is noticeable, finally having the conversation you've been avoiding since this started.
"I know." You were surprised when he actually took it seriously — didn't play it off as a joke, a part of you finally feeling like you can understand him.
you continue, "I feel guilty, like im hurting her —" Your short ramble quickly cut off.
"You know she wouldn't care, angel."
"Okay — logically I know that, okay but its one thing if we were serious but we're —" You trail off, breathless, a small weight simultaneously lifted off your shoulders and weighing you down.
Your eyes dart back to the ceiling, everything about this feeling new, undiscovered, raw — real.
He silently brushes some stray pieces of hair from your cheek, before taking a breath. The realisation that this conversation has probably been on his mind too — all your realisations are probably ones he's had.
"I don't think she needs to know what we are yet, and I don't particularly feel like telling her about me sleeping with her best friend."
The implication of yet doesnt brush past you — yet means that, yes he wants to tell her but also because he doesnt really know what you are yet.
"I don't hate you, I never did."
"Then why did you make my life a living hell?"
"Because — it was fun to see you riled up, enthusiastic."
"It was just a game to you?"
"You've never been just anything to me, you've been everything."
His words take all the air out of your chest, rendering you truly speechless. His vulnerable words shocking and you don't know what to say. All of his feelings out in the open — eagerly awaiting your response.
"You were that annoying and obnoxiously loud kid in class who always pissed me off." You say flatly, Beomgyu raising a brow at your sudden and harsh words.
"I pour my heart out to you and you say all that? Geez tell me how you really feel." He says lightheartedly with a small smile trying to lighten the tense mood.
'You were easy to hate." The words falling out of your lips quieter, more timid than you intended, he picked up on that.
"Were?"
"Shut up."
Beomgyu's face lights up with a cheesing grin, poking at your shoulder, amused by your embarrassment.
"No you said were — past tense."
"Oh my god do you shut up —" Your quickly cut off by his lips pressing against yours, his hand cupping your jaw, deepening the kiss. Only pulling breaking when you him gently, resting your hand on his shoulder.
"I was talking." You say unamused, Beomgyu however found his hilarious, only adding to the situation.
"I know."
He leans in to try and kiss you again, only for you to flick him, his dramatic reaction pulling a small smile from you.
"Beomgyu." You say hesitantly, still unsure of what this is — almost sensing it he quickly cuts off any thoughts.
"We don't need to talk about this all at once, as long as we are on the same page."
"And that page is?"
"That you're undeniably, irrecoverably —" Beomgyu's hand rests back ontop her cheek, pressing a kiss to her temple before pulling back, a stupid grin on his face " — obsessed with me."
"You're stupid." You reply instantly, not able to shake the amused smile on your face.
