BAD TIMING - GYEONGSU
pairing: han gyeong-su x top male reader
synopsis: The real infection here is horniness
content warnings: 18+, semi-public sex, anal, zombies, breeding, creampie, nayeon being a bitch, slight overstimulations, spit as lube.
word count: 1.1k
Nayeon was running her mouth again, voice shrill enough to probably attract zombies instead of keeping them away.
"He’s bitten! I saw it! We have to throw him out before he turns!" she screeched, pointing an accusatory finger at Gyeongsu, who was looking one second away from committing a crime.
"For the last time, I am not bitten, you absolute lunatic!" Gyeongsu snapped. "It was a scratch. A SCRATCH.”
You, ever the voice of reason (and also, let’s be honest, just wanting an excuse to be alone with him), stepped forward. "Okay, okay, let’s settle this like civilized people," you said, patting Gyeongsu on the shoulder. "I’ll go with him to the recording room and keep watch. If he turns, I’ll scream."
"And we definitely trust your judgment." Nayeon scoffed.
"Like yours is any better," Cheongsan muttered under his breath.
But before anyone could object, you were already dragging Gyeongsu toward the soundproof recording room, slamming the door shut behind you.
“Man, she is so annoying,” you huffed, leaning against the wall.
Gyeongsu rolled his eyes, flopping onto one of the chairs. "Tell me about it. I’d rather get eaten by a zombie than listen to her for another second."
You made a thoughtful noise. "Well, since you’re not gonna turn, we have some time to kill."
Gyeongsu glanced at you, brow raised. "Yeah? And what do you suggest we do?"
A slow smirk crept onto your face. "Oh, I have some ideas."
The next five minutes were a blur of teeth, hands, and terrible decision-making.
It started with you yanking him forward by the collar, kissing him like the world was literally ending (which, to be fair, it was). It was all heat and desperation, his hands gripping the edge of the table as you practically devoured him.
"Didn’t think you’d—mmf—make a move now," Gyeongsu mumbled against your lips, breath hitching as you bit down on his lower lip.
"What, you wanted me to wait until after we’re zombie chow?" You pulled back just slightly, running your thumb over the wetness on his lips. "Nah. If I’m gonna die, I’m going out having fun."
He huffed a laugh, gripping your shirt and yanking you right back in. "Good. Now shut up."
It got sloppy real fast. Hands pulling, teeth clashing, breath hot and uneven. Gyeongsu let out a muffled noise when you practically shoved him against the table, his head tilting back slightly, giving you way too much access to his neck.
And God, the way he was looking at you—eyes half-lidded, lips swollen, breath uneven—yeah, you were definitely gonna die in this apocalypse
Your hands trailed to his pants, yanking them down. He yelped in surprise, to which you covered his mouth with your free hand.
“We’ve got to be quiet, you don’t the others to hear, hm?”
He shook his head, and you proceeded to pull his boxers down too, his dick springing out.
“He’s more excited than I am, isn’t he?” You gestured to his erection, smirking. Gyeong-su turned away, flushed.
“Get on with it, will you? We haven’t got all day.”
You simply grinned and flipped him around, so that his back was facing you. You grabbed the firm flesh of his ass, fondling with it, wondering what to do. It struck you then that you didn’t have lube available.
His spit would have to do.
You yanked on his hair (not too harshly), to crane his neck around to face you. Wordlessly, you poked two fingers at his mouth, pushing past his plump lips to the wet cavern of his tongue.
He swirled your digits around his tongue for a solid minute, before you pulled out and brought your fingers to his ass.
As you pushed one finger in, Gyeong-su had to cover his mouth– his eyes widened at the penetration. You really did want him to be loud, but neither of you could risk getting caught. Not now, and definitely not like this.
You held him steady at the table with your other hand, as you pushed a nother finger in, followed by one more. Three fingers were steadily pumping in and out of him, and god, he was seeing stars.
Deeming him prepped enough, you removed your fingers and pushed your own pants down, cock springing out.
You slowly pushed the tip in, hips already stuttering at the warmth of his hole. You leaned over him and held his hand, cooing in his ear as you eased your way into his heat.
When you bottomed out, you straightened your back and took your hands to his waist, holding him in a strong grip.
“I’m gonna move now, ‘kay?” He just whimpered, which you took as a green flag, and slowly started to rock in and out of him.
He was so tight, it was almost like his hole never wanted your cock to leave. If anything, that only turned you on even more.
Soon, your pace increased, the grip on Gyeong-su’s waist only getting more firm. The poor guy was shaking, hands trying to steady himself on the table but absolutely failing. At one particular thrust, he let a loud moan, quickly muffling it with his mouth.
So that was the spot.
You rammed into his hole– practically abusing his prostrate with every thrust. His eyes clenched together, his brain was feeling so, so empty.
Soon, you felt yourself on the verge of a release, your thrusts started to stutter.
“Do you want it in or out?” You questioned, leaning down on him so that he could hear you better.
“In– please, oh fuck–f”
That was all you needed to hear,
With a low groan, you spilled into him, hiding your face in the crook of his neck– painting his insides a pearly white. He came soon after, dick spurting cum onto the desk, staining it.
Before you could pull out—there was a sudden bang from the other side of the glass.
Both of you froze.
Slowly, you turned your heads toward the window.
On the other side, standing in absolute, soul-crushing horror, were Cheongsan and Joon-young.
Cheongsan’s mouth hung open like he was trying to say something, but nothing was coming out. Joon-young? He looked like he was re-evaluating every life decision he had ever made.
You and Gyeongsu stared at them.
They stared back.
No one moved.
No one breathed.
Then—
"I told you!" Nayeon’s voice rang out, triumphant. "They’re hiding something!"
Cheongsan slammed the door shut before she could step inside.
"N-Nope! Nothing to see here! We’re leaving!"
You barely had time to process what had just happened before Gyeongsu lost it, his forehead dropping against your shoulder as he shook with laughter.
"Well," you sighed, ruffling a hand through your hair, "I guess we’re never living this down."
Gyeongsu looked up at you, grinning. "Worth it."
And, yeah. You had to agree.
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