sylus x fem!reader | lads ff.
[one-shot]
!!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here }
tags: hurt/comfort
cw: depression, crying, mental breakdown, MC has depression, mentioned sleeping pills
note: this is self-indulgent. i need comfort. thank u.
! hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ♡
word count: 1.1k
“Y/N?” Sylus had his hand on the doorknob, silently swinging open the bedroom door as no one responded.
He mostly expected to see her face glued to her phone screen, watching some fun reels or in-depth documentaries. Anything but anything fighting to her breath, face stained with tears in a breakdown.
Is this where she's been for the past hours?
He quickly walked towards her upon hearing stifling; aching, and piercing through the chest. Sylus sees her shriveled state, as if an armadillo in a fetal position.
She had been doing her best to be quiet and not make a sound. But nothing passes Sylus and his sharp senses.
Everything inside her head seemed louder in comparison to her cries of pleas.
Though she had anything but her walls down in his lair.
She slightly flinched at the hand on her shoulder, but quickly retracted into his touch as he smoothed over her disheveled state.
She had been more than assured that he would be out late, but this is one of the instances where he’s off early with his business.
She felt her chest and throat close up further on the realization of her current state. I don’t want him to see me like this.
Honestly, this is the fifth night in a row she found herself like this, as if her nightmares follow her, impending further in her entangled mind the moment the sun leaves the vicinity.
The shadow looming over her figure is anything but a threat but ironically serves as a shield for her. Him catching the light of the dim lamp draws some warmth to his figure, opposite to her gloomy state.
Sylus just sits beside her, his presence lingers in the tense room.
She doesn't muster a word.
Too afraid, too filled with shame to present herself in much vulnerability.
In her distressed state, she did her best to speak clearly, pointing across the room at the drawers. “Can you fetch me my sleeping pills?”
“Sleep isn't the first thing needed to be remedied here, sweetie. Look at me first…” He cups her face, initially in an attempt to calm her down. Her eyebags and reddened eyes showed her evident sleep deprivation and constant crying.
She still refuses to meet him eye to eye, even as he guides her face towards his direction.
He swept her stray hair aside, caressing the side of her undamped head; she had been crying the whole night Sylus was out.
“Are the vinyl records I carefully curated for you no longer working?” His hums and the depth of his voice somehow echoes in her heart, but do not quite reach the void in her… It’s getting scary as hell.
She gulps, her dry throat now more apparent to her. Her eyes glistened as she stole a glance at him.
The worry in his eyes… no…
“It should cast the demons away, Sy, but…” Her lips tremble as guilt follows. “Sorry that it doesn't chase away the voices enough.”
His voice remained soft and calm, it barely registered to her that she had been carried by the man. Sylus had her figure cradled on his lap. She clutched onto him, head still downward.
“Sure enough I can do something to muffle it somehow, hmmm?” He said. “And why apologize? There's nothing to be sorry—”
“You're the best I've ever had, I am moving the most comfortably thanks to you, and that you love me so kindly… Yet, why am I still so sad?” Continuous tears flowed down her cheeks, and she felt she was losing control of her breath since earlier. She looks down in any means to hide herself from him. “I feel so guilty of having this dead weight on my chest, I feel like dying— I feel like dead weight.”
“Y/N, you're anything but that. You're never a burden if that's what you're thinking…” His knitted brows weaved in concern, his low, deep tremor flowed to reach her territory. “And didn't I say I'll stay by your side in sickness and in pain? So why are you not sharing your sorrow with me so it wouldn't feel as heavy? Rely on me as well, love.”
His last words hit hard like an avalanche, it made her retract more.
“I don't feel worthy. I'm unlovable. I don't deserve you. Compared to the likes of you, you're so elegant and beautiful. Yet I'm a monster—”
“And I wouldn't choose anyone as beautiful and ethereal, as to why I love you.” He caresses her trembling shoulders once again. “And how did you come to that conclusion that you're a monster and unlovable?”
“I don't feel beautiful.”
“But you are.”
“What if I'm tired of 'being'?” She shifted, her gaze blank at him.
“Then let me carry the weight of 'being' for you while you take your time and rest. I'm not going anywhere either way.” He pressed, holding her more tightly than she clutches at him. “Happy or sad, you are you. And even on your least beautiful days, even as a monster—I love you as a whole as it is you. I'm gonna bring that up for you as I know you'll retort that again, Y/N.”
“I really cannot with you and your comebacks.” She set herself aside, avoiding facing him as she wiped her face and any sense of pride left.
She feels confused and hurt in her overwhelming, obtuse emotions.
“Loss for words now?” He embraced her once again, feeling her breathing stabilize. “Good— now… call me in every time you feel like sobbing or lost, for any reason for that matter. I’ll be there for you. I'll be protecting you while you're feeling weak.
But you're stronger than what you believe, Y/N. No one should even bear the weight of the world in such a petite body. Yet, you're here through it all. But I don't want to romanticize that, look what it's doing to you.”
She cannot add any more, as he knows her well with her retorts. He’s just so eloquent with his words.
She heaves in a breath.
“It hurts so much, Sylus…”
She clutched her chest, and somehow parallel, Sylus also felt phantom pain in his as well.
“It shouldn't but… the best I could do for you is be here.” Sylus takes her hand gently, stroking it with his thumb. He then places a kiss on her forehead tenderly.
She stifles and drops a tear down her face but now feeling warmer as his arms wrap around her aching body, secluding her away from her depression for now.
Why else would he be put off by this distressed side of her when she had loved him wholeheartedly, monster and all?
gryffindor!beomgyu x fem!hufflepuff!reader
ft. slytherin!jaemin | txt ft. nct dream ff.
✦ (7/8) [series fic]
!!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here }
tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, pre-smut (?)
cw: friendship/love, bestie-lovers energy, frenemies vibe, friends to lovers, lots of bantering, tutoring, teasing, crushes, confessions, jealousy, tension, slow burn, unrequited love, love triangle, hurt-comfort, eventual smut lol, break up, eventual happy ending, FLUFF!!!
! not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, but hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ♡
word count: 3.1k
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 8
They’ve already talked this out beforehand. Beomgyu already talked about this with the dudes before for some advice and insight.
As much as they fight upfront, Yeonjun is one who assures Beomgyu that it’s okay. As anxious as fuck he is dealing with this, he told him like no need to overthink it; that they know him as a person, and that Yumi and him are friends. Just need to settle out especially the drift apart moment between them. He’s also assured previously that even with his absence in the friend group last time, she’s affected and values him regardless.
But why does he still end up with clammy palms? This isn’t anything new spending time with Yumi, even facing her like this.
This is more nerve-wracking than expected.
“What's so different studying with that Jaemin guy, hmmm?” Beomgyu gnawed more than he should’ve with the sudden drop of questions. But again, he was curious. Especially how much Yumi was lured and insistent in hanging out with the dude to the point of dating him…
“The sexual tension?”
Beomgyu blinks at her directness.
“Psh… H-how—and how are you sure we don't have that? I mean the tension.” He blurts in attempts to one-up this “competition” at the top of his head? He’s confused as well. Argh— Beomgyu fidgeted in place, even tripping to miss hitting the book ends with his fist. Damn, that one word triggered him.
“Just laid out my best card first hand…” Yumi states, laying out her fingers and then polishing her nails, she then blinks to process what she had heard. “Wait… what do you mean by— so you’re saying there is a tension between us?”
The loading process is slower on both their systems than usual today. Beomgyu didn’t answer immediately as he looked at her, ridiculed. You were the one who already jumped at that answer? Gurl… As to why he stole her input in the “tension” part; solely that part only(!).
“I'm not the only one feeling it.” He said as if to shrug it off. “It’s tension one way or another.”
He didn’t need to add a question mark on the end for that one.
Both their quietness was clear as water.
The water welling up in Yumi’s eyes that is. “Well, fuck, I don't want to talk about this Beomgyu.”
“Neither do I, but I know that we know this will get in our way of studying.”
Urghhhh, she hates how he's right. That leaves them no choice. Fine— she struts, taking the lead. “Let's go somewhere private.”
“Is this where he's been taking you?” he pondered, he pocketed his hands like his thoughts to prevent them from wandering further.
“Shhh, shut your trap.” she dusted him off like the vacant seat in the back row. “Don't make it awkward, Beomgyu.”
“I'm just gonna tell you, this place ain't special. Every other house likes to occupy abandoned classrooms. One way or another…” He says in a ‘just putting it out there’ way to knock some sense into her brain.
He puts his arms by the nape of his neck as they approach their seats.
“That's… actually an assuring thing to hear, thanks.”
Yumi breathes in but the musty atmosphere isn't lessening her nervousness, why is she even nervous? So suddenly—
“Okay, no more beating around the bush. I just feel guilty, that's all. I feel that I have swept it under the rug. On how I see it, I wasn't being a good friend to any of you guys when I got sucked into a relationship.”
Well, for Yumi’s defense, it’s even a new territory for Beomgyu as he never encountered Yumi going through a breakup. It always had been just crushes, and not so deep into the relationship realm for them.
So somehow he understands…
It’s his turn to sigh.
“I admire your awareness, but… why are you only giving your apology to me?” Beomgyu perks an eyebrow.
“You were the closest to me.”
“But I didn't need one…”
Yumi puts up her hand as if to cool him off. She then quickly shrugs as even she is confused in her own actions. “Again, I just felt like it.”
Beomgyu crosses his arms. “That's a bit off-putting that I made my best friend feel that way for pursuing her happiness.”
She lets out another aggravated sigh, averting her eyes along a pained biting of her lower lip. “I just… Didn't know how much it can get in the way of our friendship.”
“And you didn't like that?”
“Of course, Gyu.”
Beomgyu then nods, a way of acknowledging her. His arms remained cross but now, looking a bit more upright. “But were you happy with Jaemin?”
“Yeah, it was fun while it lasted.”
Beomgyu’s lips curled up, and he relaxed his shoulders in his seat, gesturing to her. “Then that's all that I wanted to hear.”
Some kind of relief weighed off the air at that.
The topic subsides, and Yumi is left to look at her feet. Any other weight was released but… Her sense of avoidance of the guy still not choosing to turn away from her system.
“Now what?”
Beomgyu purses his lips, eyes piercing through hers. “Well, anything else you want to open up while we’re at it?”
She swallowed, but her voice persisted through the dryness of her throat.
“Why did you get distant,” she asked. “Was it really because of me being in a relationship?”
Now it’s his turn to freeze on the spot. Why the sudden cold feet?
Telling the truth or not— will be landing him in a pile of questions. Like a butterfly effect dispersing around them…
What a trap she unconsciously laid out…
Damn it, Yumi.
“As I said, I just felt like getting myself together but, it's not just you…” Beomgyu tries to lay out the appropriate words to say, but he’s shaken regardless. He tries to look into Yumi’s eyes to search for any sense that may be the same as what he’s thinking at this moment. “I felt that your relationship got in the way of our friendship as well. I know it's normal since we're opposite genders. But of course, it still stung. Just something inside me got shaken up that I was a coward.”
“A coward?”
Oh shit, that slipped.
He should've stopped a few words back and it could've been a whole truth, still.
Fuck it—
“That I can't stand seeing you with another dude,” Beomgyu said.
“Is that how it feels when I'm with Yeonjun or Taeh—”
“You know what I mean, Yumi,” he solemnly says, it made it harder for Yumi to look at his eyes. “But defending myself still even though you know me… I didn't stay being your friend to get to my real intention.”
Yumi’s eyes start wavering at him, the gradual realization still about to her, but not quite crashing on her yet. She remains intently listening.
He glides his hands on the armchair beside him to lessen the piercing gaze at him.
“It was just one random fine day back then, it felt like a punch in the gut that I'm not the closest guy to your heart, and I wanted to beat myself up for thinking that because you only deserve the best.” His voice is starting to rasp but he has to maintain his ground. “I'm your best friend but I don't think I'm your best choice as I can't even overcome the first step… but it's also because I have to lose being your best friend if I want to be your boyfriend.”
Too soon.
The change of that single word made Yumi’s heart flutter, along with the butterflies she didn’t know were there… Was that the nervousness all this time?
Yumi’s palm unconsciously caressed the center of her chest, along with the steady heartbeat echoing in her ears.
She tried to swallow it all back, shoving every worry down the depths of her subconscious.
“You don't have to risk that, Beomgyu… You can still be my best friend but… gosh, can you let me think about this?” She can’t help but trample over her words, she released her voice too soon without properly laying out her game plan choice of words.
Yumi didn’t expect herself to be this shaken. What the hell?
“No sweat but… I am incredibly sorry, I think it's such bad timing that I'm confessing.” A panicked chuckle escaped his lips, his palm meeting the cold sweat-filled sideburn of his. He breathes out of exasperation. “I don't ever want to be that asshole that comes along your way when you're clearly still heartbroken. I know I can be an ass with all that teasing and getting on your nerves but—”
“I know you, Beomgyu,” she cuts him off, quickly whilst breathing slowly as if to instruct him to mirror her. “So no need to get that so worked up.”
It was also a way to prevent her anxiety from taking over. Some part of her is scared to make the same mistakes she did with Jaemin, like jumping in too soon the moment some opportunity presents itself. And Beomgyu doesn’t deserve to get trampled along her recklessness.
Yes, she thought that through before getting into a relationship with him. But she felt that she should’ve done more than just be carried away with mere chemistry.
But it's different with Beomgyu.
Yumi knows it but… why does it still feel like butterflies are raging in her caged chest?
She'll be honest then. This is Choi Beomgyu we’re talking about. The sincerity in his eyes stayed the same as his intent look on hers that didn’t leave her for a hot minute.
Her hands trail along his chest, she’s a bit agitated to even let a slight sliver of pump be heard by her. As she’s scared if it is as loud as hers right now.
Her fingers found the fabric of his crimson and gold tie, it’s almost always crooked, reflecting how rowdy this lion could get. Yet he always seems to look strong and so welcoming.
I guess some things remain the same as they did when they were in their first years together.
Some things remain and linger, it’s the same person still.
We’re both just growing up together.
No wonder I’m afraid for it all to fade to dust in just a snap…
“I don't know when or how but…” she rasps, her eyes wavered with water for a moment. “Maybe I was just putting off the thoughts and chances to be with you because what we have is already too precious for me to lose.”
“You won't lose me even as your lover, Yumi,” Beomgyu responds. “Think of it like an upgrade from all the bantering we have, our bond remains the same….”
“What if I don't want it to be?”
Beomgyu slowly nods, blinking slowly to acknowledge her. “It's bound to change but it's still ‘Yumi and Beomgyu’ in it, right?”
She can’t help but chuckle at that, shaking her head in relief. A coy smile slightly agape is evident in her. “You really are good at convincing, Choi Beomgyu.”
“No rush, I've waited for so long,” he chimes. “What's a few more times, right?”
Her mouth agape wider upon hearing that. “Since when…”
“Let's not mind the many chances slipped away of me being an idiot,” said Beomgyu, fast in brushing off any attempts to push the topic. At least not now.
“So it all goes back to you being an idiot huh….”
“Yumi…”
It's as if the way he said her name on his distracting lips sent alarm bells in her system. She advanced forward, leaning closer into his space.
To where the trajectory of her thoughts is aiming, she just wants to get closer to her goal either way. Yumi shuts both her eyes along her thoughts of the ever-pestering butterflies in her system.
Fuck it.
Yumi kisses him, square in the lips to prevent him from spurring further nonsense. This goes along with him no longer reverting to talk about his idiotic failed attempts, right?
Seeing his eyes flutter close and ease at her impromptu plan, he seems to agree along her way. His walls are cascading down as seconds pass.
His hand landed on the sides of her face, the other supporting the nape of her neck, while her other hand supported herself by the surface of the armchair nearby.
Feeling herself melt and her legs turning jelly, she swiftly grabbed on his coat to balance herself right up. Her whole body felt like it was suspending and levitating gradually on the warm sensation. It’s so quick to get lost into cloud nine on how sweet and tender every kiss gets with Beomgyu.
Even on how pent-up he was all these years, fuck… is this how gentle he treats me?
It’s the polar opposite of how his mouth can run kilometers worth of insults and gosh, the tantamount teasing, but he tastes sweet as candy once kissed.
Ah, she’s painted crimson red at the idea of being held gently like this by Beomgyu.
Why didn’t she dive headfirst sooner into his arms like this?
Like crashing into deep waters, Beomgyu’s current and effect on her body easily sweep her off her feet on how he touches her skin.
Beomgyu flopped her up on the seat as he continued to plant kisses on her face.
He looks at her momentarily, eyes soft and hazy all the same as if he lets his pupils do the talking, asking her for permission if he can touch her and explore her where his glances may land.
“Here?” she clarifies, almost breathless as their lips parted. Is this where he meant? Yumi guides his arms by her chest, her heart is thumping so loud it’s deafening in both her ears.
“I meant here…” He whispered, lowering his hands to her delicate waist. Yumi felt his fingers tapping patiently on her clothed hips. She buried her face momentarily in his equally loud chest.
His ears quickly stained red at how Yumi went there too soon.
“You have all of me.” Her voice was slightly muffled, but she quickly tilted her head upwards, and her kiss landed by his chin.
“Let’s take it slow.” He firmly holds both her shoulders, caressing it gently as if to calm her down. “We just confessed to each other, hmmm?”
“Right… sorry, I’m still new to this.” Her eyes shy away from his, actions evident of her impatience and persistence.
She managed to just return her hands on his chest, to his necktie that she’s eagerly anticipated to remove since earlier.
But she must restrain herself, for now.
“At least I’m not new to you…” he beams, his warm hands finally landing by her fingers, squeezing her hands endearingly. He placed a chaste kiss on the back of her hand. “Just… a new label of the relationship between us. But we’re still best friends, okay? Another status just added.”
“Thanks for reminding me that, it’s an easy to bypass thing even though that’s obvious.”
She hugged him, burying her face on his stomach. Yumi squishes him further then shakes her head deeper onto his torso. Beomgyu pats her head, kissing the top of her head while he caresses her hair down.
Beomgyu chuckles at her cute gesture. Still on cloud nine on any of this happening right now.
They still had a lot to talk about, and the thoughts of today’s study session were tossed out the window.
“You guys are awfully quiet,” Yeonjun states the obvious, noticing the two averting their eyes at each other for the past hour or so and just focusing on their plates. Is the meat that good that they're speechless?
The Slytherin also grabbed a handful by the serving to check for himself.
But he digressed.
“A bit too quiet.” Yeonjun squinted his eyes at them, feeling the suspicious shift in the atmosphere. His eyes did not leave them for a second that it caused him to spill some of the sauce on the edge of his plate. Bora tsks her tongue on his mess.
Beomgyu just chewed on his food, giving him a brief glance but remained quiet.
“Finally,” Soobin says under his breath, feeling the need to blow off some sarcasm. He hasn't done one for his streak yet for today.
“Like some peace and quiet huh?” Kai added fuel to the fire, he chortles as Soobin smirks his way.
Bora nudges them, quickly putting off the usual, running-their-mouths ambiance.
Strangely without the usual participation of the Top Two Banterers of the group.
The Ravenclaw joins Yeonjun in staring at the two. Bora did notice their odd behavior since they gathered in the Great Hall. But it's unlikely any of their arguments occurred that they turned sour like this. It's been years since they lost it, and took weeks to reconcile like little kids. They're already in their final year for goodness sake. Or is it? Like what the hell is up with these two now?
Yumi was first to finish eating and carries off her plate but Beomgyu beats her to it, cleaning her space.
She just perks her brow at him, no means of verbal interaction left their mouths as they conversed with their eyes. Spoken like two close best friends.
Beomgyu just brushes off her glares.
And the gang is left pondering over their strange quietness.
They gathered by the side of the hallway, parting ways as some had classes to attend to. Yumi still checked on them though.
“We're heading to the library, wanna come?” Yumi asked in the most casual tone of hers, looking nonchalant as she was right beside Beomgyu.
Like you two? Yeonjun asks in his mind. He stares at them momentarily, back and forth in an animated way to get his point across without speaking.
The group exchange looks.
Taehyun lays out his hand declining, landing at Beomgyu’s neatly pleated tie. His eyes landed on Beomgyu's chin, a tinge of pink smeared on his skin. Similar to the shade Yumi was wearing…
Taehyun perks a brow then grins at the two. “Nah, we wouldn't want to get in the way of your date. Go on.”
“Huh?” Yumi's face is in sync with Beomgyu’s upon hearing that. They might've rubbed onto each other too much.
She just shakes her head, looking at the others if they have the same thing in mind and if they're going or not.
They also implied negative.
“Suit yourself,” she says, shrugging off while Beomgyu again initiates to take her bag off her shoulder.
The two start at their own pace to walk away from the group.
“Bora-yah,” Taehyun whispers to his fellow Ravenclaw while he gestures to her to follow their gaze at them till the two leave.
When the coast is clear, he utters. “See? They didn't even deny it.” Taehyun gestures to his chest and necktie. “And… Beomgyu almost always never neats his tie that way… unless…?”
Bora turns to him, mouth agape as she’s putting together the puzzle pieces. “OMG. Are you for real?”
kenma x fem!oc | haikyuu ff.
(time-skip!older kenma)
✦ (4/~) [series fic]
!!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here }
tags: hurt-comfort, fluff
cw: minor plot, insecurity, jealousy, negative self talk, profanity, established relationship, domestic fluff, FLUFF!!! D;
note: not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, tho no specific characteristics are mentioned on the fem!oc so pls feel free to imagine as y/n or YOU ♡
word count: 3.0k
Conflicts, to a fault, would always be part of a relationship. Whether it is forgetting to put the dirty dishes in the sink, or getting schedules mixed up.
It’s bound to happen, one way or another, and both parties who are always willing to work things out together should be able to sit it down for a conversation.
But what happens if it involves something outside of both of them?
Mai knew she had to face this, or rather, with the type of career path Kenma chose, it’s unavoidable that he’ll get caught up with another streamer, or he’ll be linked with another streamer.
A girl streamer.
Urgh, the thought of it makes her stomach churn.
Sure, there’s nothing wrong with girls who play video games, and it’s quite inevitable based on the good looks her boyfriend has and his skills in gaming?
Chef’s kiss combo.
She knows she’s got quite a catch. That’s her man right there!
But it’s just a punch in the gut to let this other side of the internet be made known to her.
Especially since the other girl looks like an e-girl, piercings and all, quirky dyed hair color, is conventionally attractive AND a more than average gamer? No wonder she’s got quite an audience.
It made Mai’s stomach twist and flip another revolution seeing clips of the said streamer mentioning HER boyfriend with a chirpy laugh and such mirth talking about Kenma.
And, god… the comments.
It’s not that their relationship is a secret; Kenma has been more than open about their relationship, with Mai having more than one cameo in his streams, bringing him a drink or snacks, with him sneaking a peck on the cheek and all.
But alas, Mai doesn’t have full control over the public’s opinion.
Urgh, why does the algorithm hate me, and I stumble upon these videos when I’m feeling so fucking insecure to the core?
Mai almost swears she almost bit her lip off seeing the comments, how people seem to take a liking to the streamer and her boyfriend streamer together. To see that they have a hefty load of shippers made Mai want to slam her own head and bash her screen in shame for letting it get to her.
Sure, some are on their defense, especially long-time followers of Kenma, knowing he’s in a loving, committed relationship for quite a while now.
But what an unlucky day to be literate, mixing it with netizens’ shallow opinions is just the cherry on top for crushing her deflated ego.
They don’t know a single thing about you. The comments said so themselves, she reminded herself to her noggin, but urghhh, gosh, that’s shitty and painful.
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@|aventurinecomehomepls We don’t even know anything about Kodzuken’s girl, but I really like Kiittyy-chan for him tho^^
@|167ceecee Yeah, she seems meh, I don’t even get to see her much, what does she even look like? lol
@|wassup_ping She’s just average ig
@|heyheyhey she’s actually in few of kodzu’s streams tho, just glimpses!!
@|cantrememberuid links pls!!!
@|optimistanger The way Kii-chan’s describing Kodzuken tho? She’s got a crush!!😍
@|h02ni_ who doesn’t? he’s so cool and handsome, achkkk❤️
@|hoshina_amu8 she’s so cute gaaahhhhh
@|papipupitaaaaaaa tehy deserve each other, two pretty ppl tgt!
@|notuselessmiwa I ship him and kiittyy too!! omg><
...
—
How disrespectful. Very distasteful.
The comments just mock her along with the thread following it, staring at her blankly till her screen turns black.
Just in time, she felt Kenma’s soft lips pressing the side of her face, yanking her out of her deep-seated trance.
She fixed herself in her place, pocketing her phone.
Kenma puts down the paper bags he was carrying on the kitchen counter.
“Want anything for dinner, love?” Mai asks, prompting herself to stand straight. “I prepared apple pie for dessert.”
Hearing the last sentence made Kenma’s ears perk. “Thanks, Maimai. Let me help you, though, I’m planning to just chill and watch you play later.”
“I… will play?” Mai tilted her head in confusion. She didn’t prepare anything on top of her head that she would play anything for today.
“After your weeklys, of course, but you said you want to continue playing that ASMR Teatime game, right? You’ve been pestering me the whole week to let you use my PC.”
“Right…”
She didn’t mean to be meek, but she went to the kitchen sink and cleaned stuff to get things off her mind. Kenma went ahead and continued to take out the stuff he got from the grocery store.
Only the stacking of cans, running water, and rustling of packages filled the space.
The mocking thoughts still rang in Mai’s ears; she huffed, stifling a smile. “I thought you had a collab stream later?”
“I don’t… have?” The question mark was evident in Kenma’s tone, along the perk of his brow. “You saw those rumors, too? I don’t have one scheduled for this week, Mai-chan.”
“Oh…”
So he’s aware of that e-girl’s existence, huh.
The silence was too noticeable for the guy’s radius to be even brushed off. “Mai, did you go through those videos and comments?”
Damn, am I that much of an open book?
But this is Kenma we’re talking about; he’s observant to a fault.
“Clipped vids stumbled upon my FYP of course, since I devoutly follow my streamer boyfriend. My FYP just slides everything about you my way…” Including you with other people–
“Please don’t watch them, you can just flag those vids as uninteresting,” he states. “I don’t see anything good reading through strangers’ opinions on those things.”
Mai guiltily sighs, the poor sponge on the soapy plate seeps in every ounce of her shame as she lowers her head. “Too late… You know how nosy I get.”
“No wonder you’re quiet, babe.” He quickly walks to his girlfriend, wrapping his arms around her waist. She stiffened as she felt his breath nuzzling at the nape of her neck. He then further plops his head on her shoulder, his natural scent wafting off her rumination. “Sorry, I wasn’t able to protect you from that, and I swear I do not care what other people say about me, and none of them can ever dictate my decisions about my own personal life.”
I hate how I care, though… Mai chews mildly on her lower lip, shutting her eyes a bit too tightly. She swears there are tears daring to run off her eyes without her consent.
“I trust you enough, Kenma, and it’s not at all your fault.” Her sigh felt a ton heavier, but she leaned on being honest at her boyfriend’s golden, pleading eyes. Just a bit of honesty leaked out of her system. “I’m just so insecure lately, a lot has piled up, causing me to be this overwhelmed… I need time to breathe, let me be for a while…”
“I’m just here, hmmm? Hopefully, the game later can lighten you up.” He assures, there’s a small smile on his face, along with a bag of snacks he got for her, as he knows it’s her go-to lately.
Mai felt her chest lighten at the sight.
“I hope so…”
—
The story on the cute game did not help at all; it’s not at all cute even— she didn’t notice the tears steaming down her face. Adding her agitated thoughts just drove her mood down.
It even crossed her mind how that hot e-girl streamer was dressed in a similar way as the game characters, hence why she’s named “Kiittyy”.
Why am I even like this?
She’s everything I am not, she’s demure, has a mature, hot “ara-ara” type of voice– and not an ear-grating voice like mine— pretty, sexy, has cool makeup and fashionable clothes. Voluptuous, prettily dyed and styled hair. And she’s quite a talented streamer and a great gamer, even.
I can’t even hate her.
I’m average and suck at most games… maybe Kenma is better off without me.
Achooo!
Oh no…
“Ken, can you hand me a tissue?” She sniffs, quickly covering the snot dripping on the side of her nose.
Kenma quickly hands her the tissue box. She blows her nose, but her mind still seems to be clogged more than anything.
This is one of the early signs of how down her mental state manifests physically. She doesn’t like where this is going.
Why am I even creating an imaginary competition that would just drive me nuts and not at all do me any good?
I’m growing agitated…
“Still bothered about something, Mai?” Kenma asks.
She really loves his directness, but she’s just too guilty to even begin to be honest, as she knows best it will hurt Kenma hearing those words of bringing herself down come out of her mouth.
I don’t even want to be fully honest right now. But Kenma’s pleading and genuine eyes just tear down her walls completely.
No… this is too much.
“My hormones just got the best of me, I’m also delayed with my period for a few days, so I’m not taking the severe symptoms well.”
That was 80% true…
“You know that I will take care of the baby, Mai.” He head pats her. “Don’t worry.”
Mai blinked in disbelief at him, even daring to make that joke. And with such a straight face!
“Kenma! You know just how stressed I am lately,” her palm automatically swats his shoulder. “There’s no baby involved! Dummy!”
He snickers. “I know, and on how there are still symptoms present, I’ll just be here if you need anything to help you ease your period.”
If only he’ll be able to change the public’s mind about me and us…
Damn, why am I even so affected?
My head hurts.
Before her mind quickly drifts off elsewhere completely, she carried herself up her seat.
“Let’s make camomile tea,” she managed to slip out, she had a crooked smile. “And the apple pie in the game made me hungry.”
“I think you’ll also want honey lemon.” Kenma commends, looking at her amused. “Let’s make dinner.”
She’ll just let this pass for now. It might be all the suppressed hormones begging to rage out.
It got worse.
Mai found herself burning up a day after. Bedridden on how fatigued she had been with the stress of her delayed period (finally arriving!) and her down mood.
She’s just locked herself in her bedroom, hands tied to her mobile phone all day, and her comfort game isn’t even a tad effective in helping her ease her mood.
Mai knows she’s fucked.
She had no choice but to run to her last resort of just bawling her eyes out. The girl knows more than anything that this will bring massive worry to her boyfriend, but she’s out of options already.
She’s in luck to have everything blamed on her Auntie Flow for the meantime, but everything seems to be difficult with having to deal with the final boss, Kenma Kozume, with being so observant.
She’s defeated.
“I made you soup.”
The smell of the home-cooked meal registered in her senses before she could grasp in her peripheral vision the sight of her half-blond boyfriend.
She tried to pry her eyes away from her screen, but she’s wrapped in shame like the blanket around her all day.
“Thanks, Ken.” she managed to mutter, weakly sitting up, but the care just brings her emotions spiraling further as Kenma handles her with such tenderness.
“Want to watch my stream later?” He felt curious eyes glued to him; he repaid it with a smile. “I’ll set up your space later—”
But he was greeted with his girlfriend bursting out in a confession. “I can’t watch you… I feel so bad, Kenma!”
The guy’s brows knitted together. “Why? You can rest, you know, you can just watch the vod after if you’re not feeling well at all.”
“No! That’s not it…” Mai sounds like a child. She huffs, scrunching together the blanket with her fists. “I just feel so insecure and immature. I hate how I’m thinking and how now, it’s affecting everything for me.”
Kenma sets aside everything and draws himself closer to her, sitting at the side of the bed. He was only able to be permitted a word. “Mai…”
“Sorry, I keep comparing myself… I just fear not being good enough. Given that she’s everything I am not. Conventionally attractive through looks and voice, her skills in gaming are more than up to par. She’s appealing to people, even your audience… I just don’t have enough influence to match her.”
“Wait, w-who are you talking about?” He slightly tilts his head but immediately drops his regard about that, focusing on Mai. Although more confused, he firmly assures her. “But you’re the one I am attracted to, and you’re very much attractive, but you know how much I don’t like sharing.”
Her voice shifted weakly. “I do not want to be shared— you’re not getting me…”
“Mai, I know you’re going to find loopholes to retort to everything I will list down here and now, but are you even hearing yourself? They don’t know you, yes, but they technically do, as you are not only the mind behind my brand designs, heck, I saved lots just from having that witty and creative mind of yours. And you’re practically one of my main mods starting out.” He cups the sides of her face so she doesn’t have any other choice but to look at him.
“So don’t even think I’m not doing anything, or dare tolerate trash comments of insensitive people thrown at you. They don’t know a thing.” He pressed.
“I wouldn’t even notice half of them if it weren’t for you telling me stuff my viewers are telling me about. They should be more than thankful for you, more than anything. While I was too busy and obsessed with just gaming, you kept me afloat to maintain my branding. You practically work as my secretary to keep things straightened out.”
“Sure, I know full well we’re in a healthy relationship, and if it benefits my reputation and career, I know you’ll even nag me for not even taking advantage of it, but if it’s at the expense of ridiculing you, I’ll drag everyone to the mud if they even disrespect you.”
His sharp gaze made her flinch, only seeing this type of focus from him when he’s in full zone gaming or mid-volleyball game.
She melts further in her place. “Ken…”
This is the most that she has heard or even witnessed Kenma speak in this amount. She felt another frustrated tear slip off her watch.
“There’s no competition, Mai… I’ll choose you, and who says I’ll choose her over you? And all those things? I love your energy, the way you say my name, your laugh, the way you smile, and our endless conversations. You’re so beautiful, your quirkiness, and I like your taste in fashion. I love your little mannerisms and our differences in our genres, so I learn a lot from you, too. Who cares if she has those things? You’re the one I’m with, right? I don’t even want to share these intimate moments with others; I want to keep them all to myself. And you’ll be the one I want to marry, Mai.”
“Wait, marry?” She swears her heart is about to leap off her chest at the word. “What are you talking about, Ken—”
He sighs, shaking his head as he plops himself near her bed. “Sometimes I wish I could take half of the energy you do for that overthinking of yours.” He just caresses the side of her face, clicking his tongue as if dismissing the paragraphs' worth of his dialogue, and just plops his weight onto hers.
His presence just served to ease her nerves; she just let herself give in to him. Cuddling back as Kenma embraces her closer to his arms.
Mai wraps her arms around his neck, nuzzling her face, and pouts as she feels Kenma let out another sigh. “I feel extra bad for feeling this way when you’re treating me this kindly, KenKen.”
But he just assures her it’s valid. “I, too, would also be affected if I saw those types of comments about you and someone, MaiMai.”
“But it’s different, Kenma!”
“Same thing,” he retorted, but it doesn’t even begin to sound that convincing. He just seeps into her skin; his unfazed reaction only brings her eyes rolling to the side.
She jokes. “Why do I even have such an attractive boyfriend? I’ll have you bald!”
He just pursed his lips, unbothered. “That won’t faze my looks, and I know you’ll just laugh at me without my whole head of hair.”
“I really still am immature.” She sighs, defeated, but now for all different reasons. Lighter now.
The couple’s conversion routed from one thing to another, with Kenma getting on one knee and popping the question— causing Kenma to postpone his stream for the meantime. With only a community post to explain its context.
5:58 PM
Sorry, the streaming schedule is cancelled today until further notice. I must take care of my sick fiancé as my utmost priority. I’ll keep you guys updated. Thank you so much for understanding!
- Kodzuken
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@|jiminsshoebox Omg since when did you get engaged?!
@|goldenship HOLDUP AHDKGLBL
@|kaslana_elysia FIANCE WHATTT
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7:21 PM
Hi, I know that this came through to all of you as a shock. I should’ve announced the engagement first, huh? My bad, I’ve been planning to propose for quite some time now. So with all due respect, please respect me and my partner’s relationship. Thanks!
- Kodzuken
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@|puddingdong CONGRATS AGAIN KODZU!!
@|kurokurooow Oooft, what a blow to some people who don’t know boundaries.
@|ame_jams A call out to those shippers who know full well he’s in a committed relationship 💀
@slkjwlk I mean, even I have a crush on Kodzuken, but not to the extent of dragging his girl’s name thru the mud 😅
@|blondesddelight You should’ve told us this first lol, but either way we’ll be surprised wwww congrats!!
@|mochamallows grats!! omg my mother and father finallyy😭😭😭
gryffindor!beomgyu x fem!hufflepuff!reader
ft. slytherin!jaemin | txt ft. nct dream ff.
✦ (8/8) [series fic]
!!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here }
tags: fluff, smut
cw: friendship/love, bestie-lovers energy, frenemies vibe, friends to lovers, lots of bantering, tutoring, teasing, crushes, confessions, jealousy, tension, slow burn, unrequited love, love triangle, hurt-comfort, eventual smut lol, break up, eventual happy ending, FLUFF!!!
! not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, but hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ♡
word count: 3.9k
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7
Yumi and Beomgyu are now alone, everyone left already and their group study session has concluded for the week.
“Are you done blabbering over it?” His eyelashes flutter, looking at her in a teasing manner. “Kiss me.”
With his eyes so beady looking intently at her, Yumi had to tap his shoulders in protest. Beomgyu kept her chin up using his finger to keep her eyes from straying away from his.
With him looking at her eyes ready, Beomgyu additionally caresses her hands to soften her.
Was that what that look meant all this time?
Yumi shakes her head, as if it cannot be helped but to listen to his request.
Instead of immediately adhering to his request, why not tease him a bit?
With Yumi landing her nose on his, brushing it against his as she nuzzles close to his figure.
The warmth is following along with a fuzziness in her chest.
This is far different from when they were “just best friends” to now that they are a couple, at most, she’s the one still getting used to this. What am I even thinking?
Her mind had been wandering loosely lately. She's blushing over these nonsensical things. And this is just her admiring this blabbermouth yapping over some of his interests, looking oh so handsome.
Beomgyu squeezing her hand signals her attention back to him. This has been a usual scenario for the past week.
Yumi’s mind drifts off as she’s still in a haze that they’re together like this. He has been the safe space for her to vent out her thoughts so smoothly that everything else around them keeps vanishing. It is as if she keeps entering a garden full of butterflies, many enough to drift her away up the clouds.
He holds onto her arm to pull her gently close to her. Beomgyu has been the anchor grounding her back into ease.
“What? Is my handsome face distracting you again?” Beomgyu glides his hand across his chin.
Has she been staring again? Gosh, she lets out a huff, the knitted brows hiding her flushed face.
Another slide of sneak attack of Beomgyu teasing slipped through her daydreaming, making her snap at him.
“Aish, shut up,” she rolls her eyes, pushing his face away with the whole of her palm. How could her best friend make her this flustered? Heol.
Beomgyu just chuckles, his teasing still high with its win rate.
“Make me,” he puckers his lips, licking it in an obnoxiously overdone way, so far polar from attempting to look ‘sexy’.
“Aish, Choi Beomgyu,” she exasperated, Yumi jokingly slaps her hand over his cheeks before pulling it close, squeezing her hands on both his cheeks.
“What nohw?” His face is scrunched up and his voice comes off a bit muffled. He’s sure he hasn’t done anything for the last minute.
Yumi just stays silent, admiring his stupid little cute face for the nth time before kissing him in the least attractive way.
Serves him right.
But it makes her heart flutter at how placid he kisses back in that second.
Oh how quick her attempts backfire.
“This idiot,” she pouts. “What do I do with you?”
He puts out his tongue, holding her arms placed on the sides of his face. “But this idiot is yours, till we reach the grave to annoy you.”
“Since day 1 huh?” Yumi goes on to squeeze his cheeks once again, Beomgyu shrugs his lips forming into a pout as he’s thinking. Who knew that he was capable of doing so?
“Not quite likely, maybe… the first week?”
Yumi hits him with his teasing, making him laugh.
He goes on mocking her, pointing at her even though she’s got him at the palms of her hands. Quite literally he’s at a disadvantage with his face and big mouth scrunched up as he’s laughing.
She perked a brow at him, grimacing. “Is it that funny?”
He switched up immediately to a straight face. "Nope."
Weirdo.
Yumi scooted closer to him, positioning herself on his lap, and wrapping her legs around his waist. Her eyes furrowed, glancing downwards with her mouth in a pout. “You still owe me lots, Pabo.”
“In what ways do I have a sum to pay, hmmm? Explain it in full detail, princess.”
“Hearing you blurt out pet names doesn't suit you, doofus.” She quickly palms his face once again, but this time, his hand catches it, putting it over his shoulder.
“Ahhh, I bet this responds otherwise.” Beomgyu starts stroking her panties, Yumi flinches in surprise, hitting him in the shoulder. Not that direct—
He quickly grabs her by the waist to not let her lose her balance. She tumbles a bit. Even so, her sass wasn’t shaken off. “How much are you throwing away?”
At that, his intrusive thoughts came into his consciousness. He loses his grip on her arm, pretending to make her fall.
“Aish! Choi Beomgyu!” She grabs onto him in panic.
“Your life…” Beomgyu fools around once again, lifting his leg so she goes the other direction. His other arm is readily hovering over her back to support her.
“Ya!”
He kisses her speechless, quickly melting away the energy of her legs and body to fight back. These are the types of interruptions she didn't know would stir off her annoyance coming from this man.
At least that’s consistent between us.
“I'll prove you wrong-er by making you more wetter.”
“Your grammar is decreasing my attraction to you by the minute,” she scorns, rolling her eyes sideways. But for a moment or two, it shifts upwards as he attempts to reach below her skirt.
Her breath hitches, making her squirm in place as he strokes lewdly close to her clothed core.
“Ya…” she protests, already feeling breathless. “You're playing dirty now, are you? Striking at my most vulnerable state.”
“You spreading your legs like that on my lap puts you at a disadvantage. Also, the moment you chose to place yourself on my playing field.” He lifts his legs once again to remind Yumi that he's got her wrapped around his fists. Also by the firm squeeze of his hands on her waist, he makes sure it’s etched on her mind.
Yumi just buried herself by his neck, hiding her ever-growing blush on how they've been a bit playful to her liking.
It's too obvious how she's been hot and bothered since earlier.
“We're getting sidetracked, we still need to catch up on some topics.” She’s about to lift her leg off his lap but he puts her back in place.
“Nuh-uh, don't bring that up after provoking me.” His glare is darker in comparison, breath near hers is a bit hotter. His voice is low and slow as his lips form a smirk. “Finish what you started, Lee Yumi.”
Beomgyu puts her palm by the bulge of his pants. She swallowed hard, now realizing how dry of a desert her airway was on how much her throat was craving to quench her thirst.
“How about we both talk about that owing stuff now and settle it, hmmm?” His hands are now roaming in dangerous waters, planting seeds of heat in the free spaces of her skin. “Does this cut it?”
“Let's just get to the point,” she scurries, her impatience quickly dissolving her mask. It tore down further as Yumi just felt his lips nibbling her neck.
Fuck it, she wants to go straight to the point.
And straight down she goes to undo his pants, quickly going down on her knees in-between his legs.
Beomgyu lets out an illicit gasp, a streak of red further obvious across his face as his clothes continue to come undone.
This was a sight much fantasized about and a thought very much avoided by Beomgyu to even touch while he fists himself on some cold nights. He doesn't want to see his best friend this way but now that he got the right, per se, it was quick for Beomgyu to accept his fate.
“Yumi…” He fists her hair, reminding every bit of himself to maintain control of his touch.
He quickly melts to her touch as she palmed his clothed erection, breathing a bit too embarrassingly heavy as his labored breath grows fuller with his cock sprung free for the cold air to brush openly.
Just one touch and he's all in shambles like this.
“I-I'm still not up for the part, so don't criticize me much on my blowing.” She murmurs, but it quickly loses meaning as her hot mouth sinks into his shaft.
“I don't expect you to be but, uhhh, it's you, Yumi, so I know it will feel.... fuck, fucking good in any way.” He bites his lower lips, hissing a bit.
She moves her tongue more, gobbling his dick. His noises are turning more into a series of groans at her every touch.
Yumi leans her cheek by his shoulder, releasing his erection with a pop. “You flatter me too much.”
“Anything for my princess.”
Yumi blushes at his endearments, trying all her might not to admit to his face how greedy she is to hear more of that. But it’s too late with her evident blush and eagerness to pleasure his twitching cock. She can’t help but give in more as it seems to ask for her strokes and care.
“Is there more of where that came from?” she inquires, wrapping her free hand on his shaft, stroking it along the glides of her hot tongue.
Beomgyu lets his eyes answer, softly stroking her hair, not a stray hair left unattended in his care. Beomgyu’s eyes land on observing her pretty face, especially now how fascinated he is seeing her pretty lips wrapped around his hard cock.
It twitched harder as his thoughts strayed on how wet she might be underneath her clothed sex, and how he would be eating her up later.
Oh, he's excited for his turn to make her feel damn good. I’d make sure she’s choking up her words so that only syllables will spill out.
Beomgyu scrunches her hair, holding back any force that may hurt Yumi. He gently fists to pull her scalp, just enough to her liking.
“Ah… ah, oh, shit.” She licks and sucks a sweet spot of his hard-on, his shaft dancing with her tongue. In this divine view, he could see how her mouth slid and slurped at every bop, he flinched as she swirls her tongue across his sensitive shaft.
Fuck, on how inexperienced she said herself to be, this might be a crime of deceit on how fucking good she's taking him in.
“Are you sure this is how you see ‘mediocre’?” Another hiss off Beomgyu’s lips transpires. “Fuck, ha-Yumi, you're a natural.”
“That's gonna boost my morale to do more,” she smirks, at that, she muffles some more taking him whole in her mouth and dips in, sucking harder.
Beomgyu had to hold onto nothing but the surface of the chair he was sitting in. Yumi is just back, deep in the back of her throat with his dick, licking all around and doing him good.
“Hmphh—” He felt his palms sweating as he was near his release, Beomgyu’s lips quivering along a sexy moan, the beads of sweat followed by strings of his release.
Some that spilled off her mouth accidentally sprayed over her face, landing by her cheeks. She sighed in satisfaction, licking off some of the excess in her body and swallowing it.
Beomgyu kisses atop her head, catching his breath.
Yumi stands up, making his hair kimpy. She kisses his forehead aggressively.
It isn't a common sight to see his forehead as he’s always the type to keep his bangs down. She pouts, letting her thoughts be voiced out. “Why don't you show your forehead more? Your eyebrows are a great asset, you know.”
“Oh? You want girls to trample over me?” Beomgyu lays out the ‘consequences’ of her request, pushing his hair back. It is followed then again with a smug smirk. “I wanted to keep its peak glory for your eyes only, love.”
Yumi cringes instead of being impressed. “I swear to god I'll shave your head bald.”
“Enough of that, I'm done waiting.” Beomgyu quickly brushes off her insult, and he makes her sit down.
“Said the one who can wait for as long as he can?” Yumi says teasingly, spreading her legs mindlessly at Beomgyu’s accord.
He firmly makes her stay put, laying a finger on his lips. “Shhhh… I am not that person I was yesterday, I want you now.” Beomgyu looks at her intently, pushing his hair back that makes her heart skip a bit, adding an attack to her core as he licks his lips attractively. “My turn.”
Beomgyu lifts her up to adjust her, she yelps as he spreads her legs wide open, His fingers followed by lifting her skirt up. She shudders at the cold air hitting her bare skin along his cold fingers squeezing her inner thigh.
It’s not too soon that her buttoned shirt is undone, with Beomgyu slowly planting kisses down her neck and chest. She felt herself heaving her breath ardently at Beomgyu’s lips nibbling on her bare chest.
“You wanted this last time…” he emphasized, his other hand cupping her other hand as if remembering the last time they left off. While his mouth and lips are busy, sticking his tongue out as he swirls it around at anything but her nipples.
She grows impatient as he licks the sides of her boobs.
“Gyu…” She’s getting more hot and bothered, grabbing his other hand for any other sense of stimulation. He pinches her nipple in acknowledgment.
He lets out a smirk seeing her evident frustration. He quickly diffuses her annoyance as he gives in, licking her nipples, sucking onto it to hear her pretty sighs.
With another series of licks and sucks, he releases her boob with a pop, after leaving a light mark from his impulsive bite of her soft skin.
Yumi looks extra greedy at this point.
“Now it's your turn to evaluate me,” Beomgyu says, there’s no room left for her to respond as he quickly reveals the string of her pleasured juices stretched, glistening to expose her as he pulls down her panties.
It made his pupils dilate a millimeter wider seeing how very wet and heated she was.
She flushed in defeat, holding a yelp back. No use hiding it even on how much she holds back her hands to cover her wet core.
Beomgyu instructs her to keep her hands on the table to support herself as he starts licking her. Again, he starts out direct, spreading his tongue flat and wide, then thinly to hit her sensitive buds at every stroke. She heaves in a sigh of pleasure as he pleases her nerves in every spot.
“Ah, ohh… uh, hah-no… more…. aah—” A string of vowels weaved in the room, along her hands brushing through Beomgyu’s weft of hair as he devoured her further.
Yumi calling out his name fans out his desire more as she grabs him by his head. He pulls onto his strands— just anything to grab hold of as she’s turning more into a mess. “Bo-Beomgyu…”
She cannot stay still as she squirms at his techniques, simultaneously attacking her clit and wet core with his tongue, piercing and spreading it with him changing his pace.
“Wait… Ah.” She lets out a cry as he inserts his finger, the boney digits stroking and shaping her tight walls, it creates more lewd noises as he moves it in and out of her wet pussy.
The way he twists and turns his tongue was a foul play, making her legs buckle at every slurp and random suck he does to her clit and pussy.
She can’t get hold of what the hell he has in mind, Beomgyu was always unpredictable. But his way to surprise her isn’t something she would complain about.
“Uhh-ha…. shit, ah! Ah… that’s a good spot.” She clings more onto his hair.
Beomgyu curves his finger, reaching the back of her walls like a switch turned on that made her mewl. Seeing her reaction, he slurps in more, making her wet core dripping in pleasure and his saliva.
Her eyes roll back further as he dips his face more onto her moist and heated sex.
Yumi no longer cares about how loud she is, he's so fucking good he deserves to be cheered on. “That's so good fucking good Gyu. More…”
He listens and follows through, relentlessly attacking her senses as she’s getting lost deeper into bliss.
Beomgyu pulls away but doesn't let his hand rest as he fingerfucks her, keeping his gaze locked on her as he leans in to kiss her ravenously. Their tongues danced as she tasted herself and his saliva into this sweet mix of their kisses.
“Let me come, please.” She thrusts her hips, her body begging for some sense of release, her eyes also plead as he’s staring her down. But he has something grander in mind.
“Patience, princess.” Beomgyu pulls away, carrying her to move her into a different position.
It momentarily felt empty for Yumi as he slipped out his fingers and tongue, dialing back some of the progress of her close release.
Beomgyu grins, tickling Yumi’s ears as he breathes near her ear. “Let’s move to the next act, hmmm?”
Yumi’s eyes are so lulled and clouded with lust that she’s just left there filled with anticipation. “Just do me however, loverboy.”
Her smugness didn’t remain too long as she melted into submissiveness again just by Beomgyu’s look.
She’s now placed on the table, chest pressed down and her back exposed for him to stare in awe. Beomgyu pulls up her skirt, her panties straight down her feet, dangling to the side.
He clasps on her butt cheeks before inserting his member smoothly as he takes her behind. “Ahh—”
With no prior heed, it is something that Yumi didn’t mind as it is what she had been craving since. She’s just filled with desire with the likes of Beomgyu, just him.
“You feel so good,” he groans as the hotness spreads through his senses. Beomgyu grabs hold of her waist, then reaches for her bare chest, stimulating her sensitive knobs as he thrusts into her deeper.
“You… too, haaa… ah!” She had to gasp for air at how his movements increased in roughness, but it was just enough to satiate her growing inclination.
She can feel his hips move, feeling his dick move a bit deeper at every thrust he does. Yumi reaches for his arm, clinging onto him as she asks for more.
Beomgyu was hugging her from behind as he rammed into her, her walls getting tighter and tighter at every dip and fro.
Fuck, she can't help but let her eyes and tongue gouching out on far different everything self compared to how she touches herself on cold nights.
The feeling of his dick plunged into hers is divine.
She's getting lost for words by the second pass.
“Let me… see you. Face, here. I want you, please,” she breathes. She tried with all her might to say that coherently, a bit muffled with moans but Beomgyu understood her clearly.
Her mouth now asks for something other than moaning, craving for his passionate kisses just hovering over her nape.
Embarrassment and the overwhelming pleasure she felt were an understatement of how quick her orgasm peaked at one kiss of Beomgyu. It was all too much for her, but at the same time, his kisses were enough to push her senses to its apex.
In her defense, she had just been extra sensitive since he had been teasing her all day.
It wasn’t long before Beomgyu’s climax followed hers as the stimulating spasm and tightness triggered his peaking pleasure.
He quickly pulls out, cleaning up what he can do as he lets her rest.
“Are you satisfied?”
“You know, I'm not,” her confession was shameless. She hisses with a grin as her climax sinks in further her system. “I want to explore and learn more.”
“You're going to use this study session thing as an excuse now huh?” he chuckles at the possibility, and he shakes his head. “No can do, but you know you don't need to find excuses just ask me directly if you're being needy.”
“Yah, you're the one being needy.”
Beomgyu rolls his eyes. “Says the one that's needy.”
“I'm too poofed to even argue.” She simply plops her body to melt along the table, it’s filled with sticky sweat. Ew.
Beomgyu positions next to her, chuckling. “No need as I'm right.”
“Yeah yeah,” she kisses him lazily, her lips landing by his shoulder blade. She lets herself let loose for a bit before tidying herself up.
They were totally for real now this time, even the group wouldn’t really come up with anything boisterous and something so absurd as them being together. Or at least know what is meant to be done as a joke or not. And doing some cause and effect on a bond between two people is definitely out of the question for some “entertainment”.
Even if Beomgyu is such a prankster, they wouldn’t go as far as to trample over a friend’s boundaries. They have some basic decency and a functioning brain.
So this is far from some senseless prank.
They would just let the magic do its work for these two, no matter how ridiculous they were trying to hide the fact that they were overtly together now.
A doofus for a doofus. A perfect pair.
They’re certainly supportive of this duo.
One thing for sure for Yumi and Beomgyu and something they’ll never dare to joke about is that they cannot pretend nor hide this relationship for too long.
Sooner or later, the group just has to bear with their romantic crap.
It’s even quite amusing for TXT how they act around the group even though it was hella obvious they were hiding it. At some point, they went along with it just for the laughs.
Yeonjun could only roll his eyes, and Taehyun looked like the shocked Pikachu meme when Beomgyu and Yumi finally decided to get their game of hide and seek over with.
“Took you two long enough,” Yeonjun says in the least enthusiastic way possible. Echoing behind him an amused Taehyun. “We were getting impatient really.”
And Yumi swears she even saw some of them handing out sickles and a galleon passed around.
These baboons.
“I’m just glad I’m the one who will be giving you butterflies in the end,” Beomgyu chimes, making Yumi smile. “Till we die then.”
“Yeah, yeah, that’s a promise.” Beomgyu puts a hand over his chest, and Yumi is ready to hit him. “You better be or I’ll kill you.”
“Urgh, it’s so annoying even as ghosts you’re a bother.” Soobin breaks off their banter, but he knows this wouldn’t be the last time they get to witness these two’s shenanigans.
Coincidentally also by the end of their school days... They’re just glad the game of cat and mouse has come to an end, with this race of butterflies finding its worthy happy ending. They finally reached the finish line.
The idea of them three, skin-to-skin, in the midst of doing it, bare bodies near each other… all of it seems intimidating.
The thought momentarily brushed Y/n’s mind, and it quickly produced cold sweats from her temples down to her feet. And all that’s left is clammy hands for her.
She didn't expect Jaemin to be serious in even entertaining the thought. Or has the slightest thought been given on this matter even?
Y/n could only sigh at her tense state.
Jaemin even said that the morning prior to today he actually already talked with Mark about the threesome set-up.
And he agreed.
Y/n doesn't want to admit that's all that consumed her head throughout the ride on the way to the airport.
She's skittish as fuck about this.
Like who wouldn't?!
Yes, it was her idea in the first place. Most of the time she blames her curiosity, and this would certainly kill the cat.
The clenching of her pussy– cat certainly troubles Y/n in putting herself in these types of situations. FYI, she didn't really have anyone in mind to do this with, most importantly, not a close friend— as she can't even begin to put two-and-two together to think of sexual things towards a friend.
At most, here and behold Na Jaemin though as he is with one of his unpredictability streaming within his veins.
Keep your head out of the gutter, Y/n. She tells herself off. It’s not a good impression to make of a friend. Let alone it being the first time meeting their friend.
What will he make out of me after this?
She can’t help but feel the intensity in her system the more the moment comes closer.
It’s not long until Jaemin and Y/n arrive at the airport to come and pick up Mark.
-
“It’s only until I move back to the dorms with Haechan,” Mark says, getting more napkins to wipe some droplets off himself. It came from his cold drink. They settled to fill themselves at a fast food place.
“You’re sharing the place with others too?” Jaemin asked, and the other guy nodded as they continued eating off their plate. Jaemin volunteered that Mark could go on and stay at his place until further notice.
“Once classes start, yeah, I’ll be moving in a week or two before or so,” Mark says, sipping his drink.
Y/n is just tuning in, she swallowed up bits of the iced coffee, feeling cold feet across the guy she mostly only interacted with through the internet. The closest they had been interacting was through group call sessions, so it was still dissociating to hear Mark’s voice beyond the robotic filter.
Although they had been friends before meeting… It can be said the same as how they're staring meekly at each other over fast food as they’re eating. Earlier there had been a nice meeting between them, even sharing an embrace and getting a hold of each other’s vibe on the bus ride.
“How long have you been staying in Jaemin’s place, Y/n?” Mark’s question shot Y/n back to the conversation, adding to her boyfriend’s hand on her lap as he taps to check in on her.
He smiles at Y/n softly before gesturing her towards Mark, who’s waiting for her to catch on the convo.
“Not too long, I’m only staying ‘cause I need help wrapping up some stuff for my thesis.” Y/n states, her shoulders getting less tense as she continues talking. “And it’s nearer my campus where Jaem’s residing.”
It’s not long until they’re back at their pace, finishing their food before catching up on life updates.
-
Jaemin would most likely give in to her request, so she should’ve seen this coming.
Certainly, we’re talking about Na Jaemin here…
She didn't know they’d do it too soon.
“N-not immediately, pabo!” she almost shrieked out of surprise, keeping her head low along her voice as Y/n smacked Jaemin by the shoulder.
He had to laugh at her coy behavior. Her boyfriend pats her on the shoulder to at least lessen her agitation.
Y/n could only grab hold of the pitcher of water, pouring herself a glass and then chugging it.
Y/n is doing any means to postpone it, but mostly behind or interpreted as a mask of consideration for their friend. He’s got jet lag from the flight after all. She voiced out her reasons, a stutter slipping off her senses. “Let him rest…”
But it's intentional.
Jaemin likes teasing her, the blush on her face adds to his amusement, he grins. “Not immediately, no rush of course.”
She can't say the same for the ‘amusement’ Jaemin is showing, if it can even be called that. Y/n wants to drown out her thoughts but alas, she put it onto herself hmmm?
All because he discovered her porn stash in her secret folder. She wants to pull hairs off her body, it’s funny how her boyfriend is open and understanding. Y/n wants to throw herself on how he’s keeping his utmost attention to her even with all that embarrassment.
Y/n was even sure she was being repetitive and pouring assurance multiple times with her statement: “Even if I die I'm okay with it just being a fantasy, okay?”
It can stay as is, a fantasy.
Turns out it’s not fully okay after that hug and talk with Jaemin, in parallel to him that he had been bothered for days end. His response borderline melts her out of embarrassment and just pure wanting to bury his whole entire being in her arms.
“But I feel bad and I want to make you happy…”
“You already make me happy enough, my love, and I've explained before it's more on the stimulation all over… on why the idea intrigues me. Nothing about you or our sex life dissatisfies me, hmmm? Your dick enough makes me weak, Jaems.”
Fuck, she needed to resort to such nasty wordings huh? But it holds sheer truth in her.
“But I feel bad if I won't be able to do something that would make you happy.” He firms his ground on this sentiment.
If anything, Na Jaemin can be insistent as fuck.
She’s not fully against the idea, as much as Y/n stands with her main statement, the opposition is more driven by fear.
Y/n knew most of these types of situations ending in shitty ways. She doesn't even want to ruin their friendship or even the means of their ego or self-esteem.
Y/n tries to further elaborate on her point and preferences. “Okay, so let me put it this way, what if I am not okay with two girls then you?”
“But that's different,” Jaemin says. “I'm fine with it.”
Not me having to emphasize– she had to take a deep breath. “But babe, again, I am more worried about the aftermath, in terms of self-esteem and comparison. Our relationship after, along with the other party...” She had to pause, feeling heaviness on the agitation of how this would turn out, she pressed. “It's all too risky.”
But with this, it managed to end well.
-
It’s just a convenient coincidence that Mark happens to be staying with them and he is a trusted individual to start experimenting on this matter.
They make use of this opportunity as Mark also happens to want to experience this type of thrill. A win-win situation, right?
The couple did notice how evasive Mark is with them though, and it’s getting silly. Their game of tag of dragging him on the bed and then him moving back to the floor with his gadgets at hand. They find his timidness amusing.
However, it’s more about respecting their space. At most, he’s just chill.
She’s mostly used to the two being close, especially from what she heard when they were dormmates a few semesters ago.
Even the teasing and making her “jealous” how they’re the two who showered together back then, and how Mark is the first who slept beside Jaemin before her. Even their “babe” nickname agenda for each other would make her ears ring. Although most of it is just for laughs.
Mark seems to be on the edge as he signals for Jaemin, too immersed in their game.
“Ya, YA! They’re attacking our side!”
“Aish, I’m in the middle of something, I’ll catch up–”
“JAEMIN!!! HELP!” Mark shrieks, almost nudging Jaemin to the edge of the bed, the other just clicks his tongue, eyes furrowed.
It’s endearing seeing the two comfy in bed, with Mark on Jaemin’s lap while they’re playing their mobile game.
Y/n decided to join in beside them, her presence seemed unwavering for the two guys’ attention who just had their focus in their phones.
Though she felt Jaemin’s hand on her head before heading back to their game. He moves Y/n near Mark, to at least make them comfortable near each other.
To add more to being comfortable with each other’s presence, Y/n and Mark are now able to not flinch at being skin to skin, with Mark laidback on Y/n’s shoulder as they went on to watch TikTok videos on their phones.
A lightbulb popped up on Jaemin’s head.
As if Y/n wants revenge as she’s mostly used to this, she expects this from Jaemin’s usual antics. She joins in, locking Mark in her arms as Jaemin starts poking him by his side. “Y-YA! Ayo! Hold up—”
It full-on erupted as a tickle fight, the couple unified against Mark as he squirmed in Y/n’s locked arms around him. “Y’all crazy, stop!”
They're more on dragging Mark and him shrieking like a high school girl on how he’s panicking, holding for his dear life on the sheets. “Na Jaemin!”
In between huffs are laughs and giggles from the three, mostly Mark grabbing hold of the two, trying any means to stop them.
After a few minutes, the trio is catching their breath, Jaemin lets out a playful laugh looking at Mark. “That’s more like it.”
Mark raised a brow at him, grinning as he had just recovered from excessive laughing. “What?”
“Are you nervous around us?” He points out how Mark is just casually by Y/n’s side, evidently looking more at ease. Jaemin confronts him, he’s noticed him rigid since earlier.
Y/n just realized how Mark’s face is near, she swallows nervously.
“Well, to be frank, yeah, especially we talked about it,” he admits, glancing at Y/n then back to him, further confirming they’re on the same page. “The three of us… you know.” He evades his glances but the couple got it.
“Okay, let’s lessen that.”
Jaemin is quick to think and do some action.
As if another sync happened between the couple, Y/n just moves by Jaemin’s instruction. The two corners Mark and him refusing their clutches, more as he's shy and hesitant because, of course, she’s Jaemin’s girlfriend.
The thought makes him panic as undoubtedly… it’s his bro’s GF!
Turning the tables, Y/n is now the one being pressed down the bed. Though she submitted as she consents and wants to just lay down with all of this.
They ended up settling in bed anyhow, just a hug-pile in Jaemin’s bed.
Y/n’s head was atop Jaemin’s lap while Mark had his head on Y/n’s belly. Jaemin playing with Mark’s hair, and him giving Jaemin a side eye back like WTF?
He likes it though.
Y/n just finds this amusing how they’re like a cat and dog at times.
Jaemin had a thought to make Mark warm up further, cornered him in other words.
The look of panic on Mark’s face flushed all over when Jaemin grabbed his arm as he guided his hand near Y/n’s stomach. It spikes immeasurably as it lands on her chest.
“Come on!” Jaemin insists, Mark heaves in a panicked huff. He shuts his eyes, not even noticing how he had held his breath at the sensation of newfound softness.
Y/n can feel the nervousness in Mark's shaky hands, so he tries to do it gradually. Jaemin is guiding Mark’s hand on her breast further, keeping gentle touches along with looks of permission.
Y/n just swallows, she shyly nods as Jaemin follows along, obviously more comfortable fondling her breast.
Jaemin is now lifting her bra up, her boobs now exposed. The hit of cold air and hot breath in contrast to the two made her shiver.
Y/n shrieks at their cold touches, making Mark look at her wide-eyed as Jaemin puts his hand back. Y/n lets out a yelp the moment Mark touches her other bare breast.
He hesitates as Jaemin insists on keeping his hand in place.
“I-I told you, I, she doesn’t want to–”
“No, no… it’s fine, it’s just a bit weird that it’s not Jaemin’s hand…” Y/n is quick to respond, trying to open her eyes again, peeking in between her hands, covering her flushed face. This is to get familiarized with a face other than her boyfriend touching her intimately.
She lets out a faint breath, squirming as Jaemin starts playing with her nipple. Mark mildly reads onto it, merely moving his hand.
“So you’re fine with this? With me?” Mark assured her once again. His line of vision also comes across Jaemin who’s just gently smiling back at him.
Y/n nods, now the one voluntarily guiding his hand on her chest more, navigating it to her now erect nipples. “You guys do anything you want.”
She heaves in a sigh as they gladly do so.
“Told ya.” Jaemin points out, caressing her face before looking back at Mark. “And of course she’s shy, she’s the one who put herself into this.”
“Jae, stop teasing, it’s already embarrassing enough that I agreed.” Y/n covers her face with both her hands again, but Jaemin stops her, disapproving and signaling his girlfriend to keep her eyes on them.
She can’t help but pool more in her panties as Jaemin restricts both her hands atop her head. With such impure thoughts, she burns up, aroused at being pinned down like this. “Now Mark thinks I'm a pervert!”
Mark laughs, smirking. “So you're saying I'm also a pervert since I agreed to this?”
“Touché… ahh.”
The playful banter is cut short as Mark leans close to her chest, lightly brushing his lips on the bare skin near her sensitive knobs. It's warm…
Another set of lips crashed into her, Jaemin is now kissing her, sealing her moans of pleasure shut momentarily. It’s making her hover in the middle of reverie and being grounded.
His hands moved downwards. Jaemin’s rogue touches along with Mark’s lips caressing on her body hits her like a combo, weakening her in indulgence.
Her boyfriend looks at her intently, as if reminding her to keep conscious.
“Eyes on us only, princess,” Jaemin adds, raising her head with his finger to keep her eyes on them, his finger grazing over her chin.
She gaped at how breathless his deep stare was on her.
Look, isn’t this what you wanted?
Y/n breathes in, changing to a heave of sigh in satisfaction, moaning as Jaemin shifts. It served as answers in accord with their touches on her.
Mark meekly looks at her, following along with Jaemin as he gestures to Mark to start licking her nipples, already erect from the cold and excitement. As much as she hates to admit it, it’s arousing to have two people focusing their bold attention to pleasure you.
The passionate strokes of her boyfriend fill her with so much anticipation. On the other hand, she can feel Mark’s timidness through his leisure touches.
Right off the bat, she noticed the difference between the soft and strong start of the two men.
“Please, ah, oh no… hmmm… more.” She pulls onto Mark’s hair, still controlled as she tries not to hurt his scalp.
Feeling the hot breath of the two guys near her bare skin, Y/n can’t help but writhe in place. More on how she’s turning more and more disoriented in their touch.
“Jaem… Mark— fuck. You’re doing so good, holy, h-how…”
The labored breathing out of Mark, compared to his soft, little licks later on spreading out his tongue wide, it’s sensational. It’s slow and respite, sucking gently by the side of her chest then moving to pulling her nipples.
She tries to keep herself lucid.
“Ah… oh, my love.” Y/n hissed at Jaemin’s touch as he reached down below. She whimpers more on how he became more torrid with his fingers, brushing the surface of her panties, now sticky and embarrassingly drenched in her fluids.
Jaemin is already settled in, strong and firm with the movements of his tongue and mouth from guzzling the side of her breast and then back to her erect nipples. He’s even squeezing in her breasts while moving it to his tongue to lick all over.
“Ah, ouch… oh, yes.” Her expressions shift swiftly at every quick pace of Jaemin's actions. He bites onto her nipple, the stinging sensation makes Y/n hiss but eventually, it feels good as he kisses it, sucking it again till it feels right.
The switching to pulling and biting feels heavenly.
“Give Mark a look as well, baby, not only me.” Jaemin reminds, she quickly listens, observing their friend with lulled eyes.
The way their fingers sink into the soft skin of her boobs is breathtaking, it’s turning her further into mush the way Jaemin is breathing in her scent.
“Good girl.” Jaemin kisses the gap of her breasts, it makes her squeal when Mark goes in to pull her other nipple.
Y/n is squirming in place, almost melting to the feeling of the production of her juices flowing more elevated than usual. The pleasure and simultaneous stimulation is gradually overflowing her senses.
She cannot even catch on with her ragged breathing.
Jaemin released her nipple with a pop. “You like this?”
“Is this fine?” Mark also checks into her.
Y/n nods twice, switching from glancing at her boyfriend and her friend, to getting too lost in her blurry, hazy vision.
Looking at Mark, he’s getting more comfortable in placing his free hand to occupy the side of her boob. “Ahh… like that.”
She maintains eye contact with Mark as he pokes his thinned tongue onto the side of her nipples. He’s now mixing in techniques that she cannot fully comprehend his every move.
Y/n makes her hands useful by grabbing and brushing their hair aside, Jaemin frequently observes her as she’s getting more lost in too much pleasure. He even did her more by flicking her nipples whilst licking around it.
“Uh, oooh… yes, that’s fu-shit, go-ood.” Y/n lets out a sigh, raising her head in delight.
Y/n pulls Mark’s hair a bit harder, stroking him by the hair down his neck now gently, as he concurrently matches Jaemin’s touch. It seems to be to Mark’s liking as he feels well taken care of.
“So wet already, baby.” Jaemin bellows, he takes the initiative to guide Mark’s other hand to touch Y/n’s pussy.
“Ah- no… uh,” she gasps, as if denying the obvious. She flinches at the sensation though quickly easing to assure the two that she consents and wants to proceed.
It fills her more with excitement, what more for the actual act when they're this good for the opening act.
She bites her lower lip in satisfaction, seeping in their heed.
The mixture of new sensations swallowed Y/n senseless. To Mark’s sucking and licking of her breasts to her neck, along with his hands and Jaemin’s fingers playing with her clit and walls. It drives her to the edge. If this is bliss, she’s surely already in it for the ride.
After the last pump, a moist and dripping finger of Jaemin out of her wet core, and the last suck of her supple skin from Mark, Jaemin glances at the two of them with a satisfied smile.
“Hope that at least familiarized you both with each other, hmmm?”
Lost for words as she’s drained to the drop, Y/n wordlessly wraps them both in her arms. And in that position, with Jaemin and Mark close to her chest, they drifted off to sleep.
A day has passed, and they’ve rested and cleaned up already. The trio went out to just hangout in the mall and got a meal after.
Now they headed to the arcade to wind down a bit.
Y/n suddenly feels a bit heavy down the head and neck though. And as if it’s hazy in her vision, or is Mark a bit more giggly than usual?
She shoots him a glare then back at Jaemin, her boyfriend seems laidback and just playing though.
This just started when we took a picture a few moments ago. She just hums, maybe it’s just in her mind.
She then followed Jaemin and played with him.
Y/n just took no mind off it for the rest of their time in the arcade, which was her mistake.
They’re about to leave the mall, going up the stairs, Jaemin grabs Y/n’s hand as they walk together, with Mark following behind them.
“You guys sure you don’t need anything else?” she asks, looking around the stores to make sure. Y/n reaches for the nape of her neck mindlessly. It added a line to her forehead when she felt something soft from her hoodie. Huh?
Feeling her neck, Y/n now grabs onto whatever was put in her hoodie. She hears a laugh at her side.
“What the fuck, Mark? I thought you swallowed your burger whole in one second!”
“What?” Jaemin shoots the two a glance, eyebrow raised at his girlfriend holding up a wrapped, untouched burger, clearly looking pissed.
“I put the burger in her hoodie.” Mark holds on to a laugh, stifling but quickly bursting as Jaemin breaks into a laugh as well.
“The fuck?” Jaemin swears then gives a high-five to Mark as if it’s the most funniest thing he'd done.
“I swear you two—!” she rolls her eyes at them. No wonder things had been odd since earlier.
Man, she can’t believe these are the same two people she dealt with in bed last night.
Y/n just laughed along at this point, no wonder these two are close. Both are weird af.
-
“This is just one time,” reminded Jaemin, and he’s just going through the limits and agreement again, pushing down his fingers one by one to make a point. “No penetration in the vagina. Consent at all times. No kissing.”
“Of course, babe,” Y/n says, hugging Jaemin by the arm. They're both lying in bed.
“We’re cool with that… but… is this your plan all along?” Mark asks, seeing Y/n already down on her knees with Jaemin grabbing hold of her on both shoulders.
“For today, yeah.”
Mark remained silent, just leaning by the bed frame.
“Why? Are you tired?” Y/n asks. They just went to the mall after all. Mark shakes his head. “Nah, just asking… you're really cool with me here?”
Jaemin nods. “Yeah, if we weren’t, we should’ve just left you in the mall really.”
“Makes sense.”
Jaemin sits down, guiding Y/n’s head to his already bulging tent in his pants.
Releasing his erection, it sways, Y/n grabs hold of it casually. Her nervousness is now mostly gone even with the presence of the other guy in the room.
Y/n just focuses her gaze on Jaemin.
“You can join us later if you want— urgh…” Jaemin groans as Y/n wraps her mouth around him, stroking Y/n endearingly by her head. “Or just do your thing there and watch.”
He gestures, suggesting Mark to jack himself off while watching.
Taking note of this, Y/n goes on and twists her hand while bobbing her head to make Jaemin noisier than usual.
“Uhhh… Y/n.” Jaemin bites his lips, and Y/n takes a brief glance at Mark, seeing his Adam’s apple bop a bit as he’s fixated on them. She smirks, further taking in Jaemin deeper in her mouth.
She at least wants to give him a show.
Whilst giving her boyfriend a blowjob, they can see Mark’s hesitation in touching himself. His flinching, shaky hand, and intent gaze at them says something else.
Noticing this, Jaemin pulls Mark closer, guiding Y/n’s hand to Mark’s erection, making the other shiver at her touch, prominently still shy.
Y/n raised her brow at his, muffling a bit with her mouth full.
“Don’t tell me you’re still shy around me after that burger-hoodie fiasco?!”
Mark just guffawed at this point. That is too funny for him, huh?
Y/n pulls him back in, trying to return the mood in the room as she reaches for Mark’s neck.
“What do you want to do?”
At the question, as if a bead of sweat appeared by his temple. The bop of his Adam's apple answered for his anticipation as well. “Anything you're down for really, it's already a good time letting me into your fun.”
Mark looks at Y/n and then back at Jaemin. Now, the two are looking at Y/n, her already occupied with her mouth in her boyfriend’s dick.
She just looks at her boyfriend as if getting permission for the next step. Jaemin already had something in mind to give her the pleasure she deserves before she could even ask.
Jaemin helps by taking off her shirt. And at the wiggle of her butt, Mark is shocked at the sight of the buttplug as Jaemin sets her thong aside. It crossed his mind, now burning red and embarrassed as they’ve been together the whole day, she’s got all that hiding underneath?
Jaemin teases Mark, caressing his reddened ear. He knows the sight of his hot girlfriend had his friend flustered.
“I told her to get ready in case things are going down soon.”
Mark just nods, blushing pink in cheeks to ears.
Jaemin goes to remove her lingerie, even teasing to move around the buttplug a bit, making her yelp. She quickly crosses her legs to hide, but Jaemin restrains her.
“Nope, no can do, jagiya. Show us everything, c’mere.” Jaemin chuckles, spreading her legs with a grin. He goes in and kisses the side of her inner legs.
“Stop being a tease, Jaem.” She looks away blushing even as Jaemin gestures to position herself to be on all fours.
She starts facing him to hug Jaemin first then continuing to blow him.
Her bum sticks out and the buttplug is shining as if to allure Mark. Diving in, Mark adjusts her near him.
“F-fuck, oh.” Y/n sighs. With a lick, Y/n almost buckles at the feeling of his tongue.
Mark eats her out while she’s sucking Jaemin’s dick, as if looking like a pleasure train.
“Ah, ahh… hmmm.” She tries her best to speak up but is restrained by the dick in her mouth. But holy fuck. The sensation and rhythm are already different in how Jaemin is handling her, literally with the hand as he's playing her pussy.
The shape of Mark’s fingers is different, the twists and combinations he’s choosing are unpredictable. From the pacing to the licking, the way he's pulsating his digits in and out of her is making Y/n weak to the knees.
It is getting more difficult to multitask on her end. It's gradually getting harder to simply focus on pleasuring Jaemin as she’s moaning too much. Add to her squirming at what Mark is doing as he eats her out while inserting his fingers. Even twisting it as he sucks her—
“Fuck, you're so hot, love. You're doing… ha… so good.” Jaemin grabs hold of her head, guiding her to thrusting his dick in her beautiful mouth. Mouthfucking her into reverie.
Her moans are vibrating around Jaemin’s throbbing dick, she can further feel the growing hotness at the back of her throat.
“Jaemin… my, oh yes, love.” Y/n whimpers, shaking her head. She's trying to get hold of what's going on behind her, but her legs are turning weaker. She grabs on the sheets, onto anything— writhing. Y/n gasps for air, sipping onto loose saliva failing her.
“You’re doing great, Mark, oh fuck, what are you doing?”
This is far different from Jaemin’s tenacious licks. She shuts her eyes tight to at least envision what the heck he may be doing, but her mind's too clouded.
She had to resort to asking directly. “You sure that’s the first time you’ve eaten pussy?” Y/n lets out a chuckle, wiping her sweat as she manages to break into some. “Wo… woah. Hun, even your fingering is good, holy fuck.”
“I'll just continue this then.” Mark smiles, carrying on with his business.
“Yesh, please… ahhh-uh. Ah.” Spilling out a few more syllables, she happily goes back to pleasuring her man.
Y/n just gives up at this point, as if a dog in heat, she lets her tongue let loose. Licking and sucking on autopilot. She tries her very best to keep her eyes in focus to not go off too high into bliss.
Jaemin is even taking notes of this.
Y/n is fully enjoying herself grinding on Mark's fingers.
“You're enjoying this too much, huh, love?”
“Yesh… uh,” she pauses, heaving in a breath as she's forgetting even the basics of breathing at this point. “Ohh… very much so… I love you.”
“I'm… urgh, glad. Love you too.” Jaemin hisses as he pinches her legs, peppering her head and body with kisses. He reaches out to play with her breasts.
“Aish, these two lovebirds.” Mark comments, he goes back to mind his own business though.
“Join in then, babe.” Jaemin banters, earning an eye roll from Mark. “I'm good.”
“If you say so.” He chuckles, focusing back on Y/n who's amused watching them.
Jaemin caresses her face, setting her stray hair aside as it's getting a bit rough in handling her. He looks at Y/n with such doting eyes, sharing the pleasure of seeing her with so much delight.
Mark continues to devour her, his tongue is a bit more gentle but he attacks more with his fingers. Mark spreads her legs more apart as she keeps squirming, twitching embarrassingly tight around his fingers as he keeps attacking his tongue on her clit and hot entrance.
She could almost see white all over, but she's not quite there yet.
The feeling elevated her senses, how she didn’t expect to like it this much. Having her holes taken care of, with her mouth sucking while feeling someone is sucking her at the same time.
She could almost cry out of pleasure.
Just as she's about to give in, her legs are moved to another position. Y/n cannot protest as her core had been yearning for a dick inside her ages ago.
Jaemin thanks Mark as he already got Y/n ready and wet. With a quick alignment, Jaemin easily penetrated her pussy.
While they’re fucking, Mark is quick to catch on, twisting and licking her boobs and nipples. The added sensation made her extra loud and wailing. It almost rendered her incoherent.
Being more adept in multitasking, Jaemin gets Y/n’s phone, the camera already open to be handed to Mark. “Film us.”
Mark perks a brow, the other hand now pumping on his dick as he reconfirms with Jaemin. “Like record you two fucking?”
Jaemin nods. “She’s into this shit, watch how she’ll turn into a pool of mess just by filming her—”
“Na Jaemin! Don’t expose me like that!” She tries to retort, pulling herself off Jaemin, but the pounding dick in her restrains her from doing so. Jaemin now has full control over her with Mark at the side.
“Awww… babe, it’s okay,” Jaemin assures. “It’s just Mark, I’m sure he wouldn’t think it’s weird.”
“It's because it is Mark that I think he’ll think of me weird!”
Mark just laughs, shrugging it off, and proceeds to film them.
“Do this as well.” Jaemin insists, demonstrating to pull Y/n’s hair as a request.
Y/n sees her surroundings slowly crumble as Jaemin reveals her kinks to Mark one by one.
Stop it!
She wants to complain but she's practically pushed down under their submission. Everything just feels so good.
The way Jaemin is fucking her in doggystyle, even the clapping of skin along with slapping her ass.
Jaemin just tells Mark off to go on and pull her hair.
Jaemin grabs hold of both her hips as he’s going at it, ramming into Y/n.
“Uh… ah, please, oh-fuck.” She's left with quivering lips at this point. Taking in mind Jaemin's dick the hair pulling seems to be something else.
Mark is enjoying it a bit too much, he unintentionally went too far as it already hurt.
“Mark? Oh, arghh—” Her groans are now replaced out loud by pain.
Why does it seem odd?!
“Hm-Mark! YA! That felt like something else, do you have any grudge against me?!”
“My bad, my bad. Sorry.”
He doesn't seem to have any remorse though.
Y/n huffs at Mark, taking a break for a laugh and even casually talking while they’re having sex in front of him.
They're seeing Mark with his dick out, pumping himself as he watches over the couple.
The sound of sex and skin slapping adds more to the arousal of the three.
Earlier as they started off, they were still shy af. But now while she’s getting fucked, she’s stimulating Mark's erection, even wanting to spring free his dick.
“Is it okay to suck you, Mark?” Y/n assured every step of the way but she didn't feel any sense of refusal from Mark stopping her from stripping him off.
He places the phone tidily nearby to continue to film their supposed sex tape.
Mark swallows, nodding a bit and the meeting of Y/n’s tongue on his erection fully turned his lips agape.
Although slightly hesitant, the way it twitched at Y/n's touch drew it nearer to her touch. As if Mark's body itself is craving for any sensation available. And luckily, they're already here to fulfill that thirst for lust.
It weaves on naturally how she's down on all fours, with Jaemin still making use of her sweet pussy as he's ramming into her. While Mark is now the one occupying her mouth, fucking her is still a bit too gentle for her liking.
“More, please…” she barely mumbles clearly with her cheeks full. Y/n also put her hand around Mark's dick along her sloppy movements, sucking him harder. She feels two different sets of hands touching around her chest, her boobs springing free ever so slightly. Jaemin removes his hands to which Mark takes charge of squeezing her boobs together.
She feels herself getting tighter and tighter around Jaemin as he pounds in and out of her. She pulls in Mark so that he can reach the back of her throat. “Yes, that's.. urgh-uh, it… more, harder!”
No use getting shy now that they went up to this point. Now they're braver and pushed confidently in getting lost in pleasure as that is their main goal here.
The difference between Mark and Jaemin is that they’re a warning with Mark’s end, him mumbling a “Here we go,” before excusing himself to fuck her mouth. Compared to Jaemin just wordlessly entering her, slamming in and out roughly.
She’s mixed between wanting to be treated as fragile with care or being completely manhandled.
With Mark pushing her hair aside to get more hold of his dick into her mouth, while Jaemin is grabbing hold of her hips and slapping her ass in the process of making her a moaning mess.
It adds more fluidity as she gets wetter by the second hearing both of them groaning and a mix of moaning as she lets them use her senselessly.
With open arms, they're more on enjoying the moment and experience.
This is the feeling of getting sandwiched by two guys whom you trust and who care about you.
At most, this is far different in comparison to her surprise in getting into this situation. Quite literally to get caught up between two men to whom she's dearly close.
Even in between the nastiness and roughness, she feels well taken care of.
With just enough strength, Y/n sticks her butt out for Jaemin removing the butt plug with a pop. While this is going down, she puts on the condom on Mark’s erection with Jaemin assisting them.
Jaemin lays down on his back, with Y/n on top of him. Adding more lubrication, Jaemin spits into her ass, spreading the saliva all over, mixing it with her wetness.
Mark is getting ready to insert his dick into her ass, aligning it before pushing it.
With a huff from Y/n, Mark starts working. It took no time for Jaemin to slip into her hot wet core, as well, sliding in so easily as a moan slipped off his lips.
Basically, Y/n is sandwiched in between them, Jaemin inside her pussy while Mark is thrusting on the back. She’s practically pinned down to Jaemin’s chest, her breasts rocking back and forth. The friction on each of their skin adds to the heat of their senses.
The hollows of her neck are filled by Mark’s hot breath, their proximity almost blurring as the gaps in front are settled in by Jaemin’s warmth.
It’s getting tougher, and more perplexing as Y/n tries to keep her consciousness intact as she keeps tactile, feeling the gaps and the angle. The distinct rhythm and attention also shakes her core, her system going full overdrive.
To keep her boobs from swaying freely, Mark cups her breasts, adding a twist to her nipple. She felt lips smacking on her skin, Jaemin was grazing his teeth on her supple skin.
The nibble and bite marks Jaemin is doing prolong her desires.
“Please, ah! Ah… hmph…” she rasps, scrunching her fists to the bed sheets. Y/n feels everything slipping away like the fabric on the bed as she’s getting more stirred up to the guts. Both their dicks keep hitting the sweetest spots. She wants her holes to be filled with white all over.
Mark gets hold of her, supporting Y/n’s stature as Jaemin spreads her legs wide like an eagle spreading its wings.
“Wait, wait… uhh, hngh!—” In the middle of speaking, she wasn’t given an ounce of rest as she remained tight around her asshole. Jaemin is also devilishly grinding against her to keep her from breaking away. It also involves her sensitive clit as he is banging into her, weakening her knees. Besides taking hold of her dangling tits, her boyfriend did not forget to stimulate her clit.
Jaemin rubs his fingers to her sensitive clit, the dirty noises of their mixed juices sloshing along their pumping dicks in her holes amplified Y/n’s moans.
She shakes her head as it’s getting confusing to distinguish the difference with both her holes being worked on.
The sensitivity grows with the variation of sensations and rapidity in her holes getting in and out, the pounding inside her pushes Y/n closer and closer to her climax.
“F-fuck, wait, guys…” She sucks in a breath, sipping her saliva and soul back into her. She tries to buckle her legs together, but the two guys are preventing her from flailing away from their bodies.
But she doesn’t want this to end yet!
Before she completely gets lost in pleasure they change it up, adjusting Y/n to their desired position. Y/n is scooped in by her arching back, with Mark carrying her. He grabs hold of her shoulders, moving to slightly choke her neck with his veiny hands. He’s breathing in close to her ears, creating harsher goosebumps down her spine.
“You’re so tight.” Mark breathes out, his hands on her hips tightening.
Y/n could only swallow in response, holding onto the nape of his neck, mewling as Jaemin continued to hammer her juicy pussy.
Y/n is now back pinned down at Jaemin’s heaving chest, she feels Mark spreading her butt cheeks, pounding rougher, harder than any pace she expected out of him.
Is he also close?
Feeling a more heightened awareness of both dicks inside her twitching, she’s clenching shamelessly tighter by the second around them.
“Y/n…” Jaemin pulls her close. Simultaneous to this, Jaemin goes to hug her, and she also feels Mark embracing her from behind. Both guys are holding her stature, with Jaemin intricately placing kisses on her while feeling Mark near her. Each of them is swallowing each other’s breaths at the proximity.
“Uh… ohh… fuck, I’m close, Y/n.” Mark groans near her ears. Her drenched state becomes unbearably good. This is the first time Jaemin ever noticed Y/n this soaked to the core.
“Me too… uhh,” Jaemin also hisses, his movements unwavering despite his ragged breathing. “How about you, baby? Feeling good?”
“Uh, huh,” she nods, mewling in the kiss in the mix of her boyfriend’s groaning. She feels so loved with him checking in on her. Also, Mark occasionally tapping her on the shoulder as well. Jaemin devours her with his passionate kisses. His rampant pounding is consistent, ever getting sloppy as he’s getting harder. His width and the feeling of his firm girth feel familiar, he’s about to burst.
Swearing along them is Mark, his lips crashing by her bare back. He’s brushing her hair to the side as he keeps pummeling his dick to her ass.
At this point, Y’n is gasping for air, tongue sticking out mindlessly with her eyes disarrayed up high to so much pleasure.
Jaemin guides Mark's hand on the hollows of her neck, motioning him to tighten it a bit close to a choke. Jaemin remains unfaltering with his thrusts while still keeping lustful eye contact towards her as she gets lost in bliss.
She keeps her tongue in control, but it’s getting harder to keep it inside her mouth as the two men get more and more ragged.
Y/n creased her nails on the sheets, trying her best not to scratch Mark’s back with her other hand as she is getting desperately close—“I’m coming, fu-fuck!” Y/n feels herself spasm, embarrassingly tight around them at their persistent fucking of both her holes.
She almost wants to shout out her orgasm, curling her toes. But it’s too late as she already feels warmth in both her holes, strings of white covering her body. Her back gets pumped up a moment later as the three of them rupture in a trance.
The trio catches their breath. She crashed herself on the soft sheets, barely hitting the pillow.
Now with Mark lying on his back, he curls up near Y/n as she lays in between them.
Mark now reaches for Y/n’s phone to stop the recording, they barely remember it was there in the first place. Jaemin also helped clean up, along with Y/n helping Mark discard the used condom.
Jaemin stands up and gets a clean towel from the rack, he casually throws it to Mark.
“So when do you want to do this again?” Jaemin huffs, returning to the bed. He’s supporting himself with his elbow, caressing Y/n’s face. He’s tracing her features while expecting an answer from Mark.
Their friend raised a brow at Jaemin. “I thought this was just a one-time thing?”
Jaemin pauses, then reconfirms the look on Y/n’s face. He slightly shrugs, nonchalant.
“Seems like the other one here enjoyed it a bit too much,” Jaemin kisses atop her forehead. “She might look for that type of pleasure, hmmm?”
It’s obvious from Jaemin's grin that he’s teasing.
Too worn out to even argue, Y/n just blushes.
“Whatever, it’s up to you, guys,” she quietly says. She moves away from them, curling up the other way to hide her face from the two guys.
To be frank, it’s anything but ‘intimidating’ from what she expected in her head. It’s not even established as ‘timid’ from the energy they got from each other.
The outcome is about the chillest experience she added to her non-existent to-do list. She’s glad she’s able to look at them with no awkwardness. If anything, this is the very reason they got closer to each other.
This is a great addition to her fantasy fulfilled. Four out of Five would do it again.
woozi x fem!reader | seventeen ff.
[one-shot]
!!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here }
tags: fluff
cw: hogwarts!au, slytherin!woozi, prefect!woozi, sly gf testing jihoon's nerves lol, teasing, couch cuddles, you're different houses with jihoon, established relationship, fluff!
note: this is an old piece I wrote! just wanted to share it here as well :3
! also, not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, tho hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ♡
word count: 1.1k
The rain pouring hard outside can't seem to be heard well in the Slytherin common room.
The only thing that can be heard from the dimly lit room was the mild crackling embers by the fireplace, and the blond Slytherin humming along as he got himself comfortable on the couch.
Maybe it is actually the resounding, non-stop downpour outside or is it that Jihoon got too engrossed in a book he got from the Restricted Section that got him too preoccupied, that he didn’t even notice someone creeping into him.
"What are you doing here?" He says, almost a hiss at the figure of the person he's so familiar with.
He almost flinched at the sudden presence, as if she apparated in front of him. His voice reverberates a bit too uncomfortably due to the lack of people occupying the room, it's as if both their breathing echoes along the droplets of rain.
Y/n just comes in and sneaks into the Slytherin common room as if it's her usual thing— quite a common… room occurrence to put that pun lamely out of the box.
Well, it might as well be, but it isn't as settling for the older male as she's so casual about it.
His eyebrows remained knitted together, looking at the girl standing before him. He was so sure that everyone was out since there are still classes on-going...
"Y/n, seriously, this is not the time that..."
She shushes him quickly. Not even bothering about the daggers he's shooting at her as she quickly makes herself comfortable on the couch.
This is definitely not the time I am in a particular mood to see my girlfriend busting into another house’s territory. Let alone her breaking the rules.
‘Rules are meant to be broken,’ a smug tone rings in his ears. Jihoon could already hear her mischievous lips saying those exact words to retort to him.
He remains his glance over her, following her every move like a hawk hunting for its prey. He suppressed a sigh. Even seeing her in her pajama pants, feeling way too comfortable and home-y to be even in a different house common room.
Jihoon just grips on the book at hand and then settled to place it on the table nearby.
“Come on. I’m asking you. Answer me,” he pressed with a tone full of authority.
But she gave no flying broomsticks about it.
“How bossy,” she snickers, finally talking after being silent at Jihoon.
He just glares at her.
“Come on. Jun told me how to get in… And I know things around here already.” She says nonchalantly, as if it’s gonna convince him. He just puffs, way too distracted to even go back to the book he’s reading.
He stares right at her.
“Have you even forgotten about that ‘raincheck’ we talked about, Ji?” she slightly tilts her head sideways, then puts her lips into a thin line. “Earlier? …this week?”
More staring.
“You told me? Because you were busy and…” She bits her lip, necessarily pausing to give time for him to put the puzzle pieces together, but he’s just left with more pieces. Y/n suppresses a huff. “Nothing…?”
She crosses her arms when Jihoon looked more confused than he already is with handling plants in their Herbology classes. And FYI, he got an E on his O.W.L.S. result.
“I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about.” He says in defeat. Y/n only nods absentmindedly, leaning in close to him to remind him of some things.
“You told me that I can come by this week since your schedule’s more free, and that if I can come by at my convenience… I can then spend time together with you in the dorms...” she says, as if laying out a parchment of proof for him to remember. Exams might’ve taken a huge toll on his brain power hence being so absentminded.
Jihoon goes back to his stern look at her, as if he really can’t trace back on anything that he might possibly said.
Y/n slumps her shoulders yet again.
“At least look like you’re happy to see me.” Y/n cooed, gesturing a bit of affection to trickle out of the male’s sharp expression.
Finally, Jihoon’s features soften.
Okay, he does remember some of it coming off his lips, but I didn’t mean it in a sense you barging in here like a mad woman… He holds back a sigh.
“Well, I am, but still…” He looks away for a moment, worrying his lower lip. Being a prefect he is… he’s also bothered of course. She might get in trouble. Not on my watch that she’ll get away with it, that is.
“Stop worrying too much, and let me be…” She says in retort, automatic as if reading his mind. But that’s full of guts for her to express. “Besides, the seniors know me too well. I assure you I am safe here.” She stretches a bit, and even gets comfortable by the toasty fire nearby. It contrasts with the cold stares the older male is giving her, along with the cold weather cooping them inside.
He rolls his eyes at her, letting out a chuckle.
“This is why you get issued on how much of a Slytherin you are.”
“And do you think I care, Oppa?” Y/n sat right up at that, then pouts her lips, playing with the ends of her sleeves. “I don’t think that’s a bad thing though.”
“Like I said, so Slytherin-like of you.”
Y/n emits a soft laugh at that, standing up to even do a curtsy for him. “Thank you, my good Sir.”
It remained quiet after a while.
Even as she gives him a smirk, she still gets silence from the older male. The coldness surrounding them reflects the feeling like the foggy glassed walls enrapturing the muddled stares between them. It’s a distinct type of tension, no words are needed to be exchanged to reveal it.
Y/n shakes her head lightly, perking a brow at him followed by a cheeky smile. “So that means to say I am welcome here anytime then, huh?”
That finally got a reaction from him.
“Unbelievable.”
“Dude , you’ve been seeing bizarre, floating things and disappearing objects on and off for almost two decades,” she throws her hands high, then gesturing at him and to herself, “and you do not believe in an enchanted lady like me?”
“I do agree with the ‘enchanted lady’ part.” He responds and then clears his throat.
Jihoon avoids his gaze as he begins to feel he’s letting himself loose. He shrugs off the blush across his ears and cheeks with a question he had been throwing at the younger.
“What actually brings you here, Y/n?”
She laughs at that, putting both her hands behind her. “Oh, come on, babe. No need to sound so casual.” Y/n smiles.
He just sounded stiff there at his probe.
She pats him on the head. “Lighten up a bit.”
In these instances, he begins to question if they really switched houses. He gets quieter and curious-er whenever she’s around, and her being the sneaky and more of the talker between them.
“I will, now that I got you here.”
Without a word, Y/n envelopes Jihoon in her arms, giving him a light peck on the side of his face. Jihoon wraps his arms around her as he kisses the top of her head.
He breathes in her scent, feeling her legs wrap around his. Jihoon stares at her. “You missed me too much, huh?”
Y/n just warmly beams, nodding in response.
Jihoon then puts a stray hair of hers behind her ear, tucking more of her hair behind her jumper. He leans closer to her again, seeping in more of her warmth.
She scrunches her nose at that, with Jihoon’s eyes forming into light crescents as both of them are immersed into each other’s world again.
They just let the sound of the loud pouring rain seep into them, letting the warmth of each other be enough to ease the coldness they feel.
“What are the odds to have both our classes cancelled, huh?” Jihoon asks after a while, content as the sound of the rain is still evident outside. Y/n finally has done her explaining to him.
“And what better way to spend it like this then.” She leans more on his chest, breathing in his fresh scent with ease as she felt vibrations from him as he lets out a chuckle.
“It does feel nice…” he says, more of a thought out loud.
“And come on, champ, let’s not use our spare time thinking about that and just spend it wisely instead.” she prompts with a pat on his shoulder, scootching closer till they’re no longer hair strands apart. So clingy.
“I’m just saying.” Jihoon moves his arm above the shoulder, playing bits of her hair.
She feels his shoulders relaxing as he heaves in a deep breath.
It feels nice here, it gets more comfortable as time passes, she thought, closing her eyes.
Like home.
She lets the silence envelop them, a smile slowly forming a similar curve on both their lips.
Maybe she does belong here after all.
She accepts her Slytherin side more so in these instances.
And imagine if they were in the same house though… She can get all the time she needs and wants to have him at arm’s length and look after him.
But for now, she can manage very well to slither in their dorm to her convenience.
gryffindor!beomgyu x fem!hufflepuff!reader
ft. slytherin!jaemin | txt ft. nct dream ff.
✦ (6/8) [series fic]
!!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here }
tags: fluff
cw: friendship/love, bestie-lovers energy, frenemies vibe, friends to lovers, lots of bantering, tutoring, teasing, crushes, confessions, jealousy, tension, slow burn, unrequited love, love triangle, hurt-comfort, eventual smut lol, break up, eventual happy ending, FLUFF!!!
! not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, but hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ♡
word count: 1.8k
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 7 | part 8
It didn’t help with Yumi’s spiraling state that Jaemin broke up with her.
Well, this was her on the last days of the previous semester.
Now, it’s just the beginning of their final school year, they’re all gathered up in the Great Hall when the topic is brought up.
“What was the reason?” Bora asked.
Yumi shrugs, just sad, but it was great while it lasted. “And we’re on good terms, so no worries.”
“That’s not exactly what I’m worried about, Yumi-yah.” Bora pouts, sighing as she looks too solemn for her own good. And for her to leave out the details? Not exactly in character for Lee Yumi.
“I’ll be fine.” Yumi pressed. “It’s great that we tried…”
They only got together for a few months? The three months were more than good enough really.
Yumi shuffles a bit in her seat, fiddling her fingers nonchalantly. “It happened over the course of summer… we eventually faded away then broke up.”
Distance was the problem? Meh.
“That’s dramatic.” Soobin comments, making Bora nudge him hard at his snark tone.
Yumi took no mind of it as it was, indeed, a bit of a dramatic way to put it.
Throughout the summer, it just so happens that when Beomgyu got injured, it was the end of the semester. It gave time for him to focus on healing. It also gave a chance for Yumi, and some of the gang to spend some time hanging out due to proximity, staying in the same city.
Unlike her and Jaemin… but it’s better off this way.
It helped how she got distracted throughout the summer and just focused on herself.
“Finally, she woke up,” Yeonjun mutters, making Taehyun immediately elbow his side. Soobin and him surely are of the same feather. His mouth is truly something else. Even if you yank out the sleep-deprived part of him right now.
Nothing is new though.
Beomgyu is still nowhere in sight. Or does he already know?
Soobin ponders but immediately brushes off the thought incoming. Nah, they wouldn’t approve that he immediately makes a move on her after a breakup. And they know enough he has respect for Yumi to not be an A-hole like that to take advantage of her vulnerability.
Wait, how did the thought go to Beomgyu—
“So it was mutual? The breakup or…?” Taehyun rolled the dice.
“Oh…” Yumi blinks, oddly surprised as it’s not an obvious thing to be picked up. “Jaemin called it off, but we talked it through properly before parting ways.”
The boys looked at each other, exchanging brain cells of what they may be feeling off of what might have happened. Bora slightly picks up the radar as easily as she picks up her food using her chopsticks.
There’s something…
Speak of the devil.
Beomgyu joins in, already recovered. Just as if nothing happened as he just casually sits down and joins them all composed.
“You preparing for the big test?” His eyes are directed at the dispassionate Yumi.
The moment he joins in, this is his upfront greeting.
“It’s the start of the school year, Beomgyu.” Her bland response aligns with her unenthusiastic expression. She rolls her eyes as Beomgyu continues to elbow her energetically. “Yeah, yeah… I know we’re graduating so we need to take it seriously with the N.E.W.T.s. coming…”
He pursed his lips, taking it down a notch seeing her not matching energy levels.
As if his mask was stripped off, Beomgyu just shrugs, passively as he levitates some food onto his plate. “Just keeping you back up to pace, chum. How about we get you some tutoring from your good ‘ol Mr. Choi, hmmm?”
“Urgh, he’s loud as fuck.” It managed to slip a slight smirk off her lips, she heavily sighs as Yumi noticed herself give in. “Again, I know this is your usual tactic to lighten me up. But get back to me after a week or two, then I’ll get to ya, Mr. Choi.”
“Ouch, treated as a business partner.” Beomgyu scorned, he crossed his hands. “As if you didn’t tend me last summer vacation.”
“Not in the mood, Gyu.” Yumi rolls her eyes, chomping harshly like the meat in her mouth. “I haven’t rejected your offer yet.”
“Well…” The conversation between them quickly died down. Amid their little bubble, the guys’ eyes on them are wide as they exchange looks. So it’s Beomgyu who will replace Yumi’s “tutor”?
It’s a way to distract each other, and Beomgyu knows and they know that she needs to get back on track. Like, this is nothing out of the ordinary, this was the usual even before being involved with Jaemin. They gather as a group and have their weekly study sessions. And it’s better now that they're more accustomed to their academics than last year. They can focus more properly now.
Them hanging out together as a group helped tremendously as it was easier for them to keep on track. But one rainy day, it just so happens that Yumi and Beomgyu were left alone; just the two of them.
“Finally decided to be my friend again?” Beomgyu speaks, his hand on his waist as Yumi approaches them. Yeonjun and Soobin are with him as if sending them off.
She perks her brow at the sudden attack. “I was always your friend, what the fuck?”
“Not that I was feeling any of it, doofus.” He purses his lips, emphasizing the cold treatment on their group sessions. She was there but not quite the most pleasant towards him. The two weeks in business days was just unbearable for him.
Soobin and Yeonjun weren’t having any of it.
“Aish, we’re already graduating and y’all still run your mouths?” Yeonjun had his face scrunched up.
Soobin quickly brushes them off.
“Just don’t go strangling each other. We’re heading off to the fields now.” He says, waving off as if telling off his kids.
Yeonjun has Quidditch practice, and before they walk away, he’s as if gawking his eyes out as he points his fingers to his eyes and then to the two. Most especially at Beomgyu.
But Ah yes, the air is different. Like there’s a lingering tension. A different tension, like different.
Yumi didn’t take any mind off any of this, just letting off Beomgyu as he took her books from her to carry. And off they went to the library.
It’s not a big of a deal.
Beomgyu is also knowledgeable of the subject they’re tackling for today’s agenda. They can manage even if the others have their personal plans.
What’s different today? Was it the mild mildewy air? The rain pattering filtering the atmosphere that it added to one's desire for warmth at the drop of temperature?
As opposite the heated gazes they spat at each other, the shift made them stir to a familiar memory lane. The array of books displayed across the shelves may be to blame. They may not withstand the amount of stories untold in each page, they would want to continue and preserve their memories like books.
Ah, the entrapment of flowery words. A poet is damned.
Yumi found herself lost in a garden of words as she scribbled nonsense in her notebook. But she had to be engulfed back to reality.
They were serious but something seemed off with the vibes, now that she thought about it— or is it because they touched a subject of sentiment?
There was a sudden pull of nostalgia in each other’s eyes. The closeness of her breathing altered his thought process, she’s too close, he felt her alluring warmth.
Beomgyu had to swallow back an abrupt nerve of agitation.
“You frustrated me,” she told Beomgyu. Yumi was so caught up looking at her lap that she didn’t get to see the aftermath of what her staring did to the Gryffindor guy.
“I just miss us being in the feel of it in our usual antics back then.” Yumi best managed to construct the ache in her chest. There was a feeling of loss; as if it could never be brought back; not in the same intensity of emotion as in the past. Their lenses were not that clouded with the vision they have right now that they have grown past that certain youth threshold.
As much as Beomgyu sees Yumi’s perspective, he has a different take on it. Spinning his Muggle pen of a contraption, a slight laughter escaped his lips.
“And that isn’t a bad thing?” He says as normal and expected to harbor such fear or whatever anxiety occurs in one's heart at some point. “We’re also here to create new memories together, at least we’re here, right?”
She had to pause, looking at the said source of the words to seep in its meaning and its meaning from her best friend’s heart.
Yumi faintly smiles. “That’s a nice way to put it.”
As gloomy and frigid as the ventilation in the vast room brings, it wavered a different tinge of light for Yumi on how she views Beomgyu at this moment. Now that they’re graduating… they expect that they have matured now. Hopefully.
But still clueless, as it seems.
In the midst of the crowded library, Jaemin sees quite a deafening atmosphere between the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor’s resolved focus. Even as Yumi and Beomgyu both had their lips sealed, their strong gazes in their own little force field said otherwise.
Jaemin subdued himself behind an adjacent bookshelf, not making his presence known nor daring to break the bubble the two created.
He admits, there was still a flutter of butterflies seeing a glimpse of the familiar girl in his sight, they had a bond at some point after all. But he’s mostly okay now; assured even as he sees her accompanied by the reliable lion in her stead.
If you were Jaemin, one may feel it’s better off, especially since he can see that Yumi and Beomgyu are more deserving to be together.
Like Gurl, from miles away from just watching them, you can pick up how they’re running in circles on how they interact with each other. Years of playing cat and mouse even…
And I just can’t bring myself to go in between that further.
Mostly Jaemin is just looking back at the good times with Yumi. He shakes his head in amusement.
Yeah, they’re both idiots in love.
Jaemin is lowkey rooting for them to end up together soon.
He sees the way Beomgyu is looking at her, for so long, it’s hard to ignore and deny he’s down bad.
It’s not hard to spot a fellow guy liking someone. And it’s not just when she was his girlfriend… Even before, Jaemin noticed. He kinda feels bad he shoot his shots, but it’s fine they tried.
It worked till it didn’t.
He and Yumi decided on their differences; they didn’t have chemistry other than the physical and wits aspect. Jaemin enjoyed the times and decided to end on good terms, parting ways.
slytherin!jaemin x fem!hufflepuff!reader
x gryffindor!beomgyu | txt ft. nct dream ff.
✦ (2/8) [series fic]
!!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here }
tags: fluff, smut
cw: tutoring, teasing, crushes, confessions, tension, love triangle, hurt-comfort, FLUFF!!!
! not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, but hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ♡
word count: 3.7k
part 1 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8
Yumi hates to admit it, but Beomgyu was right all along. And... It's on her end that she made some extra effort to do her own "homework" to get to know Na Jaemin more. She's intrigued, given his pleasant personality and a much different treatment from the boys she's used to? Who wouldn't like this type of princess treatment?
To be fair, this isn't out of the ordinary as this still sticks to their usual hangouts. And that isn't shameful of an excuse, right?
Hitting two stones with one bird... wait, eh?... what? Her head is spinning. Maybe with information overload.
It’s just so hard to focus on being in an abandoned classroom, alone with a cute guy with such a cute smile, so darn cute— and did she already say that he’s cute?
And to be alone in a room with just the two of you…
Damn, his lips… it’s so darn distracting, how does it taste?
Jaemin might be speaking in spiels of knowledge, finalizing their agendas, but for once Yumi wants to hear him ‘shut up’, how about I do something about it?
‘Distracted’ is painted all over her eyes that Yumi’s mind wandered elsewhere.
Time to test a hypothesis—
Before Yumi knows it, soft lips are plunged against hers, and she, therefore, concludes his lips are soft as pillows as expected.
The small breath hitch from Jaemin’s breath smelled hints of cinnamon, a kick of spice just enough for her…
She had to abort the experiment too soon, as she might’ve, for the lack of a better word, fucked up—
Both of them stared at each other in shock.
“Sorry, it's… uhm…” Yumi had caught herself red-handed, staring at Jaemin. Their hands are on anything but their supposed homework. At least it’s done though… but now, they have another… peculiar situation at hand.
Jaemin just softly laughs, looking at her endearingly.
“Potions really is that stressful for you, huh?” his husky voice swept her awake. He places a quick peck on her lips again with the same smile on his face. “Does this help you though? I have no problems if it does ease you though.”
She looks at him, eyes wide.
Jaemin grins at her cute reaction, how is it that Yumi is the one shocked after her ‘attempt’?
This made her flush red. It is not just their Potions book that is inked crimson.
Her flurry of words flew out of her lips as she began to feel agitated. “I was just distracted but yeah… I can't quite put it into words, b-but don't get me wrong, I wanted to get close to you as you're great as a friend… but I also find you cute.”
“Cute? Me?” Jaemin beams and puts his hands on his cheeks. “Well, if that's how it is, that's easy enough for me.”
Yumi chuckles at this, it’s so easy for Jaemin to make her feel comfortable. He's so playful… She cups both his cheeks and squeezes them.
He had been holding back to shut her up with a kiss. Yumi, on the other hand, let herself get ahead with her cute aggression.
The difference between his cuteness and sexiness. She’s living for it.
She gulped just how gorgeous he looks. Has she always seen him this way? Or is she caught by the way his lips taste?
What exactly happened?
She doesn’t know exactly how it went up to this, she knows the steps of making the Draught of the Living Death better as she went on, somersaulted and stumbled to kiss him.
She blames the hormones, but… he’s so irresistible.
Maybe, is it because she got a glimpse of a new face? Well, she isn’t blind, of course, she can tell that her friends are attractive. Taehyun being one of their heartthrob— but that’s beside the point. Yumi just got so used to Kai and the gang so much that she didn’t know that there were attraction and feelings possible beyond being with the boys.
And Jaemin made his way to present himself as a ball of sunshine and such a sweet eye candy.
At most Jaemin just makes her laugh, and how he blabbers so much with his books… nothing sweeps her off her feet than a brainiac. Add to his athletic side as a Quidditch player… Someone to match her wits and excel at fields she adores?
Man, she was missing out. Good thing she went out of her way to explore more. Who knew the Slytherins could have so much to offer?
But this— this is another side she's yet to unlock. She's intrigued to navigate through his pages. This is the first venture she’ll journey into intimacy and her exploration.
Curse the raging hormones.
She weakens at the sound of his voice. That low chuckle of his… damn.
Yumi didn’t notice that she had been staring at him for too long.
“The moe gap though,” she giggles. “You're such a good kisser.”
“Hmmm? Do you have any basis beforehand though?” He perks up a brow. “What makes a good kisser then, Yumi?”
Did she just say that out loud? Fuck it.
“No, it's just… I have no prior experience… but you make me feel good about myself. That's enough of a basis, right?”
“Hah… cutie, you'll have a hard time then as your standards would be high after experiencing mine.” The confidence in his voice is so endearing, sly to say it shamelessly for the pun. “Others would have a hard time competing. But… news flash though, you took away my first kiss.”
In thoughts that he seems experienced with dating, it’s not impossible that he hasn’t had a girlfriend before, right? Bloody hell?
“Sorry, oh my—"
“Haven’t you caught on that I am not accepting your apologies at all? I’m fine with it since it’s you, Yumi. I was saving my first for you… Also, I leaned in and kissed back, didn't I? So you had my consent to go do it.” He assured and the glimmer in his eyes along the tender stroking of his finger on her hand can make one melt. Especially his next words… “I liked you since that one Quidditch game. Then the heavens just sent me a blessing fulfilling my wish when joint classes happened. I like you, Lee Yumi.”
For a confession to occur just after a kiss? Just how overwhelming of a situation did you get yourself into, Yumi?
“I'm at a loss for words here… sorry.” She frowns but she looks deeply into him, like a lost puppy, she pouts. “All I know is I liked kissing you.”
“No worries, Yumi. Just let your body feel on this one, see where this goes, hmmm?”
“Well, with what you just said with that kiss…” At that response, as if a bell sparking an interest in the Slytherin, he fully focuses on her as she continues. She licks her lips, staring deeply back at him. “How about, you let me experience it more to let me get the feel of it, then we'll see? How much of a good kisser you proclaim yourself to be, Na Jaemin?”
With the widening smile of Jaemin, he’s loving how she’s putting things into play. As he lowers his head, nearer her face, the Slytherin boy can’t help but give in to her wish.
“I’m betting I’ll get E’s on this right after, baby.”
“Baby? Hmmm…” Yumi didn't have any time to think it through, receiving his kisses. One, two… she melts further into the soft lips of his, as if fighting for territory. I want to be his.
The feeling of their lips colliding can be compared to confetti exploding along with a thousand butterflies all over. It’s colorful, it’s vibrant, and the warmth it gives— No wonder people hold onto their chests when they kiss someone. And sharing it with such a handsome lad, his cunningness really lured her well. She does not regret any of this at all. Yumi wants to grab hold of his chest to tap in if he has the same pounding feeling with his.
Yumi holds onto his shoulders, a bit broader and leaner than expected under all that coat and uniform. She feels a bit of a smirk in his kisses, Jaemin grabs hold at the side of her neck, and she shudders at his touch. But she didn’t mind at all how he was enclosing the space between them further.
Jaemin licked her bottom lip which elicited a strained moan out of her lips.
Good Merlin, he did not disappoint at all.
She’s giving in further to his warmth, just letting her body flow along his, as he stated.
The more that they kiss, softer and harder all the same, moans attempt to slip out on how good his lips are moving against hers. Is it the soft lips of his adding to this factor? Jaemin tastes so sweet. It’s just like marshmallows… Damn it.
She momentarily pulls away to give herself some space to breathe. Yumi touches his lips, Squishy, poking his lips lightly.
Jaemin leans in at her finger, pursing his plump lips as if to make it “bounce” with her fingers. No matter how cute and bubbly he looks right now… Opposite are its effects on Yumi, she’s feeling hot and bothered. All the more when he pulls her arm against his, torso to torso close when he kisses her again.
Jaemin touches the side of her face, cupping it as he strokes her blazed cheeks.
He smiles, both their lips already swollen from kissing too much. The Slytherin smiled at his work, and the Hufflepuff girl couldn’t help but giggle looking back at him at how red both his ears are.
Yumi felt some tight rope around her, it wasn’t too soon when she realized it was located in between the crevices of her skirt that she was heated for any friction down there.
“Can I touch you?” Jaemin breathes out, and as if that permission came in at the right moment for Yumi.
She didn’t answer verbally, just nodding whilst getting his hand and putting it on her waist, granting some implications to go lower— or just anywhere for that matter. His touch is all that matters.
But important things first.
“Are you sure it’s safe here?” Her eyes wandered, at the windows and the doors. He follows the Hufflepuff’s line of sight. So she’s cautious of people coming in and out or might pass by?
Jaemin nods, assuring her. “This is abandoned after all,” he flicks his wand, checking his spell if it’s still activated. “And you know the spell I usually do for privacy and less distraction, right? It works for not just focusing solely on studying.”
“You got everything planned out, huh?”
He smugly nods, pocketing his wand. “Anything for focusing, and for focusing on you, Yumi.”
She felt safe at that, stepping closer to him again. His hands roamed all over, reaching for her legs. She shudders and almost weakens at how he’s caressing her leg.
Expected something else like a grab by the hips, or anything like the romance novels she slips into her luggage.
Jaemin brings more unexpected matters for her to discover.
“Ha… wha… ah…” She weakens instantly as Jaemin leans his lips on the side of her face, and he keeps getting closer to her earlobe.
W-what the hell was that, but shit…
He’s biting her ear.
Yumi grabs hold of the table behind her. “Oh…”
She almost inhales every possible air at their proximity as Jaemin starts nibbling her earlobes. It’s a new sensation, but the effect on her, it’s just starting a new awakening in her.
“Jae… why the ears,” she struggled to keep her words coherent and continuous. Jaemin just kept grazing his lips on her earlobes, his breathing gradually getting hotter near her. Her legs buckled as her body leaned back to the table behind them.
“It’s sensitive, hmmm? I’m letting you get the feel of it, or you don’t like it?” Jaemin hovers over her, caging her in between his arms. His hand is over hers, while the other holds onto her neck to keep her still.
She grabs hold of his shoulder as he bites her ear again.
Yumi sucked in a breath. “N-not that, I, It's not that I don’t like it, it’s just ha- weird. Hmmm-haah.. pmh-ahh, this is new, Jaemin…”
The sleeve of Jaemin fell off his one shoulder, it signaled him to finally take it off. It allowed him to move freely and feel less cramped.
He kicks it to the side then leans dangerously close to Yumi.
She crumples the fabric of his polo shirt, it signals him to go on, licking her ear still as she responds with spews of vowels more as he stimulates her further.
“Ha- I didn’t know ears are this sensitive…” She weakens more as he breathes out an airy laugh, sprouting goosebumps on her skin.
“The more you know, Yumi.” He smiles, kissing her cheek then going back to tease and play his lips on her ears.
He uses his other hand to pinch her other ear, adding to the frailing effect it has on her.
She whimpers, suppressing a moan as he nibbles and licks her. Yumi blushed crimson as she slipped up.
“So that’s what sounds those pretty lips could produce?” he rasps.
“Je-Jaem…” Her eyes darkened in arousal at this point.
Jaemin’s eyes perked up. “Don't hold back now.”
He licks her, more breathing and more hungrily, like wolfing down her ear lobes.
Yumi grips onto anything, slowly crumbling as he keeps going at it. He’s lewdly going through her ear, who knew she would be this sensitive?
She’s almost melting along the stone wall behind her. “Ha... hmmm.”
She managed to reach his free hand holding hands and intertwining it. He chuckles as he stares at her heated state. “You’re so cute right now, Yumi-yah.”
“Nana…To-too much, Jaem…” Stuttering, it’s getting more difficult to complete words, growing incoherent as she feels a burning sensation of pleasure.
And this is all just getting sensitive with her ears, and his damn tongue.
Oh, Merlin.
Jaemin’s holding her hands, pinning her down to the wall to keep her in place whenever she squirms. He keeps bringing her jaw still to keep her in place as he continues nibbling her skin.
“Ha... ha... ah, Nana, ha... hmppphhh.”
Too much, it’s overwhelmingly good. Her scratching and holding back to her tight grips on his chest and back— shoulders, all over… she’s almost descending her body, but Jaemin keeps her secured.
Yumi reaches for his arm for support as he keeps her chin up intact in place as he devours her.
Licking her now wet ear, he pulls away with a smirk. “Now on the other side, so it's equal, hmmm? Don't want the other feeling left out.”
“Ahh, you're too good at this…” Yumi had to laugh as she breathed out, she leaned onto him, grabbing hold of his body in an embrace. “Jae.. jaem, please…”
“Hmmm?”
“Kiss me, please.”
He wraps his arms around her, then caresses her arms tenderly. “If you ask that nicely,” with his rasp and low, he leans into her.
They began making out again, it wasn’t too difficult asking her lips to open up with his tongue for entrance as they began their pace in the mix of lips and tongue.
With Yumi gripping more tightly on him, the clothes are beginning to be an obstruction.
Jaemin thinks so too.
Feeling her body language, he begins to move his hand from her waist, going lower to her hips… grazing his touch to her legs. When Yumi keeps squirming and moaning actively as he reaches closer to her inner thighs.
Jaemin looks at her first before going beneath her skirt. He touches her panties, smirking as she shrieks, enclosing her legs, almost trapping his hand in between.
“Aigoo, that got you turned on, huh?”
Yumi blushes, too overwhelmed and stimulated. No use denying how soaking wet it got her.
Jaemin now fully puts his hand underneath her skirt, grazing his fingers on her stained panties. “No need to be shy, Lumi-yah.”
Yumi flushed at her own stickiness. “I’m…”
Positioning his knee in between her legs, Jaemin continues to stimulate her ears, his other hand pinching and twisting her earlobes.
The other is taken care of with his tongue flicking and tracing wet saliva on her ear.
She shudders as he blows at it, the sudden air added to the already shivering sensation of his breath and hungry groans as he eats up her ear.
He then moves to sucking onto it, making her emit another level of vowels.
Yumi can't help but feel weird and bothered by the wet and dirty sounds. Her whimpering and writhing, she keeps resisting the melting sensation. “Oh, Gods… haaa…”
He smirks, amused, whispering as he teases her. “This is what I would do to your sweet, sweet pussy later.”
She swallows in anticipation. “Don’t keep me waiting… ha… then, Na Jaemin.”
Yumi gulped and breathed heavily, the more he continued to ravage her ears with his tongue and teeth biting it.
She mewls, her legs already weak, she gradually grows more and more embarrassed as she practically feels herself dripping wet down there.
Jaemin stops momentarily to move her, asking her to turn to the side.
With her state too muddled over and clouded with lust, she just complies.
“Can I?” Jaemin glances at her clothes, and with a nod, he goes on to the next step.
He starts removing her tie, keeping keen eye contact as he starts unbuttoning her blouse. He loosens up his tie, placing a kiss on her lips whilst finishing up opening the last buttons of her shirt.
With her bare skin exposed, he stared at her with awe. The dimness of the cloudy afternoon didn’t faze the glow of their sweaty skin against the remaining light of the sky.
“You’re so pretty, gorgeous…” Cupping her chest, he lets himself feel the plumpness of her breasts. She gasps at his touch, he then grazes over the rim of her bralette.
Frilled lace, baby blue… fittingly cute for a cutie like Yumi.
“I like you so much, Yumi.”
He smiles to himself, then looks at her again for permission.
She puts her hand on his arm, patting it. “Go on, Jaem.”
Jaemin pulled down her bra, the reveal along with the cold air brushing against her skin made her shudder good.
Jaemin didn’t make her wait long. As a man of his word, his mouth meets her nipples as he goes on to nibble it.
“Ha… ha- ooh…” His other hand traced around her erect nipples, his fingers teasingly twisting them, adding to her arousal.
It wasn’t long before he reached in between her legs again, her heated and wet core asking for any touch since earlier.
“Please do, do me more, Jaemin.” She lifts her skirt with her two hands, eyes dewy with pleads for his touch.
He sets aside her panties so his fingers are free to touch her pussy, dripping wet and ready for him to stimulate. Jaemin inserts a digit, then another, smoothly going in and out of her squeezing core as he’s ramming and pounding his fingers.
“Ahh… ha-so good, oohh, ahh!”
Simultaneous with sucking her tits and fingering her good, he keeps interchanging breasts as he’s tracing his tongue on her erect nipples.
They are so turned on right now, adding how the cold air is hitting their heightened body temperature combined as they're high up the tower.
Jaemin carries her up so she's elevated and seated. Not only to make Yumi comfortable but it’s an easier access to fingerfuck her.
He pulls her panties down, setting them aside by her one leg.
Gaining full access to her sensitive area, she had to inhale and contain herself on how good he was with his tongue. Is this how it feels to be fingerfucked?
Touching herself alone in her dorm bed late at night isn’t enough, and it’s entirely a new world on how he’s letting her reach novel heights.
“Jaemin… ha, ah! Hmphhh…” Yumi had to control how much she was clenching her hands on his scalp. She managed to hold on to his shoulders. And he’s gone in no other direction but through and deep into her heated core.
She’s already a mess, with how his fingers are plunging in and out of her pussy. All this whilst licking and flicking on her clit, and tending to her breasts.
Jaemin goes faster, then curls his finger as if activating a button in the depths of her cunt.
Feeling a twist at the pit of her stomach, she had to gasp, tighter on the grip she was doing as she was holding onto Jaemin.
Oh, Merlin, is thi—
“I’m com— haaa!” Yumi almost yelped at the sensation, like an explosion spreading all over her system as she experienced one of her biggest orgasms yet.
Jaemin lowers himself, licking her, and eats her out while she just finished cumming.
She had to hang her head high, back arching as she’s still sensitive as fuck.
Ragged and labored, Yumi catches up with her breath.
Jaemin ascended, teasingly licking his lips as he leaned close to her, putting both his hands on the tabletop. “Okay, that's enough. Just enough for you to think of me tonight, sweetie.”
Still in a daze, Yumi thoughtlessly asks. “Just tonight?”
Jaemin’s eyes perk. "Hmmm? So enough to last a while?"
Yumi shakes her head. “I want more.”
With such honesty, he admires her more at that pleasant display. “Next time, sweetie.”
There’s more? She breathes out, smiling. “I'd like that.”
Yumi kisses the side of his face, placing her chin atop his head. She twists it with her finger, tracing the lines of his scalp. “I… can we take it slow? I admit I got ahead of myself.”
“Me too… but yeah, I’m just here either way.” He hugs her, sniffing and breathing in her honey scent. Just close and long enough that Yumi’s warmth lingers in him.
He pats her head, stroking her hair with his arm as they recuperate.
It sure activated her hunger for more. They should do lots of homework more often like this.
