So that was how you ended up several hours later, two glasses of wine down with the coffee table pushed aside to make sure you have optimal floor space. The game had barely started but you could see Beomgyu was practically buzzing with anticipation already.

"So the rule is, you fall, you remove an item of clothing. The person who loses all of their clothes first is the loser" Beomgyu explains with a glint in his eye.

"Seems easy enough" You shrug.

"Oooh someone seems confident, are you forgetting you're against these guns?" Beomgyu pulls off his hoodie to flex dramatically in his tank top.

"So you're starting with one less item of clothing, yeah?" You deadpan, unfazed.

"N-no way! im not letting you have an advantage!" He proclaims, quickly pulling his hoodie back on. you struggle to hold back your snort. He pouted, but didn't say anything else on the matter, trying to keep his pride intact.

"Ladies first" He gestures a few moments later, making you smile. You'd like to think he was being gentlemanly, but if you knew your boyfriend (and you did), he was solely doing it to buy himself more time. This may be all fun and games but hey! His reputation as game master was on the line here.

Your first spin ended up being right hand red, which was luckily right in front of you. Crouching down, you rest your hand on the mat effortlessly. Beomgyu's first spin ends up being right foot blue. now, logically he knew he could just put his foot on the closest circle, but where was the fun in that? Stretching over the mat, he puts his right foot on the circle in front of your hand, too eager to get close to you as quickly as possible.

You continue like this for a while, the both of you taking sips of wine here and there when your positions allowed you to do so. The time eventually came when you'd spun a left foot green and you lost your balance slightly as you attempted to stretch past Beomgyu to get in position, falling onto your ass with a giggle.

"Ha! Remove one item of clothing please m'lady," Beomgyu laughed, his eyes swimming with mischief as he waited for you to begin undressing in front of him.

To his dismay, you removed a single sock. “Heyyyy” he whined, making you laugh at him. “You didn’t say which item of clothing I had to remove” You stick your tongue out with a giggle as you get back into position.

He narrowed his eyes as he got ready to continue the game. It definitely wasn't moving fast enough for his liking, so he knew on his next go he’d choose another spot nearer to you, hoping to throw you off. resting on his right arm, he reached forward to spin for his next turn. “Left foot yellow” He nodded, stretching himself to put his foot near you, making it difficult for you to attempt to manoeuvre around him. This plan backfired however when he slipped and fell onto the floor.

He grumbled as he sat back up, pulling his hoodie off to show off his black tank top again. Sweat had already began to accumulate across his chest giving him a glow in the soft lighting, making him look even more delicious. You have to hide the way you gulp.

“Starting off strong I see?” You say, trying to act all nonchalant to which he just grins in response.

“You didn’t say which item of clothing I had to remove” He mocks you and sticks his tongue out, knowing he was surely getting to you. He tries to subtly flex again, no doubt in an attempt to distract you further.

After his next spin he completely manoeuvres his position to one in which your bodies are close together - totally unnecessary by the way, but you couldn't find it in you to complain about feeling the heat radiating off his body already. This angle also gave you a great view of his shoulders, which you had to mentally slap yourself to stop looking at. You were sure Beomgyu's intentions of this game weren't to see who was worse at twister, but who would break first and give in to their desires.

You reach back to the floor to spin again "Right foot green" Beomgyu tells you, smiling as your body stretches to accommodate reaching to the other side of the mat ultimately failing and falling again. You huff as you push your hair back out of your face, slightly annoyed.

"You're looking all hot and bothered baby, are you sure you don't want to take off your hoodie?" Beomgyu asks with a twinkle in his eye.

"I'm good thanks" You narrow your eyes at Beomgyu before taking off your other sock and repositioning yourself, not wanting to even look at him anymore. You knew that the main reason you had agreed to play this was that Beomgyu had been severely overworked at the moment and you just wanted to make him happy, but now this was war.

The game progressed, the wine you were sipping beginning to take effect when the falls were becoming more frequent. A while later, you're down to just your t-shirt and underwear while Beomgyu is still in his tank top and sweatpants.

"I must say, I am enjoying the view very much right now" Beomgyu inhales sharply, admiring the arch of your back as you are bent over in front of him. He felt you were trying to entice him with the swaying of your hips. The noises you were making as you struggled to hold yourself upright were practically forcing him to throw the game. He squeezed his eyes closed to try and distract himself from all of the unholy thoughts racing through his mind, but he couldn't stop the blood from rushing down south.

You couldn't respond to his teasing remark right now, too busy gritting your teeth trying to hold your balance. You were in too deep. You needed to win this.

Beomgyu couldn't deny the way your disgruntled expressions were affecting him. Just seeing the way your jaw had firmly set was making him want to just give up on the game and let you take out your frustrations on him instead. He hoped that it wouldn't be much longer until you did.

It's almost involuntary, the way his body shifts to brush up against you ever so slightly until...

“Oof”

Beomgyu blinks, confused as to how he just managed to fall on his face.

You turn and laugh heartily, “What happened? Guess those muscles only get you so far, huh?”

Beomgyu turns pink as a shy grin adorns his face. “Guess I’ve got to lose another layer…” He pretends to sigh. Maybe this would get you to lose focus - god knows he needed you to. The will to give in and just have you now was strong, but his need to win was possibly stronger. Although he wasn’t sure if he could be as stubborn as you were being. He needed to pull out the big guns, but what could he do?

He pulls his tank top off and tosses it somewhere on the floor and you can’t help but to crane your neck round to sneak a glance, mentally slapping yourself to stop drool forming at the corner of your mouth as you eyed his chest with a light sheen covering it, his cute little nipples and soft tummy. God you wanted to kiss it. His tummy simultaneously gave you cuteness aggression and made your nether regions twitch with excitement. The skin there always tasted so delectable that you could almost devour him whole. Beomgyu's naked torso now made this game much more real and you could not wait for it to be over. If only he’d just give in and lose.

Beomgyu stood back and admired you for a moment, clicking his tongue as he noted the way your arms were trembling slightly. “Looks like someone might be joining me in removing their shirt soon”

“In your dreams” You huff.

“You’re not wrong there” He winked as he reassumed his position, making sure not to make the same mistake as last time and get distracted by you.

It doesn’t take long for you to tremble and fall again. The wine had almost worn off now, but exhaustion was overtaking you. Beomgyu grinned, happy you would be down to your last life, but his smile immediately dropped when he saw your underwear fall to the floor.

"W-what are you doing?” He coughed, eyes immediately honing to your sweet pussy.

“There’s no rules as to which order I decide to remove my clothes” You say, matter of factly, stepping out of them oh so slowly. You made sure to take your time while resuming your position, giving him a proper show. You swore to god you could hear him panting behind you. It was pathetic. You loved it.

It was silent for a moment as you waited for Beomgyu to take his turn, his heavy breathing the only sound filling the room.

“…Are you going to make your move or n-“

The wind was almost knocked out of you as Beomgyu grabbed you and laid you back on the mat, immediately slotting himself between your legs like he belonged there. One sharp hipbone already digging into your thigh as he used the other one as leverage to grind against.

“You’re so meannnn” He whined, kissing and licking up your neck. You could feel his pout against your skin and it made you smile as you caught your breath.

“Poor baby :(” You coo mockingly, tangling your fingers into his hair, tugging it gently. Playing with Beomgyu's hair could make him go dumb almost instantly, which was proven by the uncontrolled rhythm in which he was moving.

“Shut up...” He muttered airily, but there was no bite to it. He was too busy getting lost in the feeling of rutting against you, his eyes already fluttering closed.

He slid an eager hand down to your thighs, moaning when he briefly brushed your core. The wetness was something that he wasn't expecting so soon, yet welcomed happily as he squeezed your left thigh to show his appreciation.

“You play dirty” He mumbled between kisses.

“Don’t tell me this isn’t what you intended to happen?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him. You tried to keep your heart rate steady as you watch the shy 'v' smile grace his lips, suddenly looking very cheeky, “Not sure what you mean…”

“You can’t act all coy now baby… I can already feel how wet you are.” You smile as you slide your hand into his underwear, his leaking tip wetting your fingers as you gently tease him with featherlight touches.

His body goes slack as his head fully nuzzles into your neck, arms trembling on either side of you as he struggles to hold himself up now. It felt like his body was shutting down, all ready to give himself over to you so soon. You'd barely had a chance to play with him yet!

“Please please please” He whimpers “need you”

“Since you asked so nicely…”

You roll the two of you over so you were now straddling Beomgyu's thighs. Sweatpants and underwear only pulled down enough so you could play with his throbbing cock teasingly. You took a moment to admire him, dark messy hair askew to showcase the sweat that glistened on his forehead, his cheeks tinted with a slight pink and his gorgeous lips were parted as he breathed heavily. God he was perfect.

“No more…” He whined, his voice cracking slightly “Please. I’ve waited long enough”

“Since when did the loser get to be the one making demands?” You scold, an affectionate smile gracing your lips as you look down at the desperate man beneath you. You'd love to tease him even longer, not even let him near your pussy yet, but you couldn't deny you needed him just as much as he needed you right now. You lean down, lips capturing his own in a heated kiss as you sink down onto him.

The strangled moan he lets out in your mouth is downright sinful and has you clenching tightly around him. “F-fuck, I don’t know how long I can last…” He mumbles.

“Silly baby, I haven’t even moved yet” you giggle, as if you weren’t in complete euphoria already yourself. You roll your hips experimentally, wanting to see just how desperate he is for you. Like the perfect boy he is, he reacts to your every touch and movement like he needs it to survive, hands grabbing onto you urgently all the while desperate to keep his eyes on you.

You struggle to hold back your moans as you move against him, wanting to just bask in the glory that was hearing the sounds you could elicit out of him. You could never tire of them.

You start to raise your hips now, beginning to ride him. Your patience was completely gone now and you were ready to just feel him entirely. The way he stretched you out just right, the way his veins throbbed against your walls - it was such a dizzying feeling.

Beomgyu just lays there like the good boy he is and takes it, giving his body and pleasure over to you wholly. He was stuck, wanting to watch your sensual movements every possible second, but the way that he was feeling was just too overwhelming that he had his head thrown back and his arm flung over his face.

The pace was proving to be too much for Beomgyu already, his cute tummy tensing and his brows furrowing. “M'close… close” He whimpers, beautiful deep brown eyes wide and pleading for you to let him cum. You’d love to have denied him a bit longer, edged him until he was sobbing for you, made him a broken down mess begging for release, but you’d both waited long enough. That could wait for another day.

You lean forward, catching Beomgyu's plush lips with your own. "Cum for me," You whisper before sucking on his tongue, swallowing down his high moans as they reach a sweet crescendo.

Beomgyu's fingers dig into your hips as he spurts inside, using the last of his energy to pathetically drive up into you as he attempts to prolong both of your pleasure, his milky seed filling you completely. He sinks back against the mat, completely spent now, panting. He reaches up with whiny hands and grabs your arms, pulling you down to kiss him sweetly.

He hums happily against your lips as he comes down from his high, feeling so satiated and whole as you softly stroke his hair.

"Soooo... guess I was technically the winner then, since I'm wearing less than you," He chimes cheekily when he gets his breath back.

"Only because you're too pussy drunk to finish the game properly," You tease, affectionately laughing as he hides in your chest, pink ears poking out of the side of his hair.

"Can't help it," he mumbles with a goofy grin.

You're not quite sure how he manages to be so damn adorable after creampieing you, but he manages to do it every time. You laugh fondly and he laughs with you, gently rolling the two of you over again so he could leave sensual kisses along the juncture of your neck, softly sliding out of you with a sigh as he makes his way down your abdomen. He pauses for a moment, sparkly eyes meeting yours once more "As if I could let my baby miss out" He teases with a subtle lick of his lips, a silent promise of more to come.

You hoped to god the boys did not ask for the twister game back again.

a/n - if you’ve made it this far thank you so much for reading !! please leave constructive criticism on how I can improve I haven’t written in forever !!(but pls be nice or I will cry) silly/flirty board games with gyu??? yes please. idk guys please let me know how this is???

KAI KNEW THAT YOU HAVE DEMANDING STANDARDS FROM THE START.

It started subtly. Him carrying your bag despite holding all the other packages you just brought. Tying your shoelaces when they get caught untangled. Bringing you specific takeouts every time you are craving something. Being your personal palette tester in malls when you want to change the shade of your lipstick. You even have the hobby of lying on his broad chest just to fall asleep in his warmth every month of your red visits.

The list could go on. And, he sees no problem with that—well, at first. Kai always thinks of it as something cute or an astonishing fact to brag about to his friends. Hell, he is even savoring each minute of being at your service. It makes him feel like he has purpose, and he is the only thing you need to function.

To make it short, your exquisite taste and eagerness for attention—his attention—has become part of the reasons why he adores you with his whole heart.

With him tolerating your attitude for quite the length of your relationship, you might have grown a little relentless. But not enough for Kai to snap at you, though.

Maybe. Somehow. A little.

He is well-known to carry such extensive patience reserved for you. His friends even labeled him as the enabling gooner. That came up when they caught you having a tantrum during their weekly hangouts, and Kai just stood there smiling at you as if you were the most adorable thing he had laid his eyes on.

This goes on and on. And, from what you believe, there is nothing wrong with being well-taken care of by your loving boyfriend. He is not spoiling you rotten. Being spoiled has a big difference in being pampered. Kai is attending to his duties as your boyfriend. More so, you have trust that he is just deeply committed to what you two have.

However—not that you care—even almost-perfect men like Kai have their own expiration date. And he is about to reach his, especially when you have been trying to cross the line he has been keeping an eye on—you teasing his dearest interest: Pokémon.

Kai is many things. He is the bestest boyfriend for you, sure, but he is a world-class Pokémon maniac first. He basically owns anything tangible about that anime. Shirts, caps, figurines, action figures of characters, plushies of different monsters, and most importantly, trading cards that could get him robbed if a nerd with no apprehending morals happened to be passing by. There is even a shelf full of framed rare cards in his study, so absurd that you call it the Pokémon shrine.

That shrine itself took him nearly half of his life to complete. So, it is just a basic instinct as a collector to schedule a monthly clean up to make sure everything is in its places.

Yet, of course, you won't let him have it easy.

“Hey, baby? Can you pass me my makeup pouch? It's near your ghastly shrine.”

“Nerdass, please fetch my charger in the drawer.”

“Can you leave those cards alone and get me some water? They won't go anywhere without you carrying it like a toddler.”

Kai has been trying—that is the best word he could use—to attend to your needs while he is double checking his collection. Most days, he would be fine doing all those things for you. But today, you are close to pushing his final button.

Why can you not understand that he also has some things to do for himself? That his interest also deserves the same care he gives to you? It is beyond aggravating how you keep throwing commands at him as if he is an automatic robot programmed to follow you.

But, Kai being Kai, he didn't say anything. Mentally reminding himself that it is better to keep it to himself than shut you out and hurt your feelings. With a quiet grunt, he stood up to fetch you a glass of water, bringing a card with him to thoroughly examine for any scratch in its surface.

Going back with your demand in hand, he extends his arm to give it to you. But your eyes were busy with the pouch he handed you earlier, not noticing the glass filled with water hanging in his hand beside you. Thus, in the most clumsy way possible, you bumped into it. Water spilling into your thighs, into the sofa's fabric…

And, to Kai's demise, to his beloved Charizard EX Crystal Guardian Holo.

“Kaiiii!” You instantly whined, lips shaped into a pout at the drenched part of your skirt. Kicking your feet in annoyance, your gaze lifted at him—who is now stoic. His eyes soullessly looking at the patched part of the card he is holding.

You gulped at the sight, eyes instantly shifting from irritation to anxiety within seconds. Straightening your back, you tried to take a glance at the card's state. Only to sigh in relief when you saw that the water just managed to damage its corner.

“Uhm… It wasn't that wet,” Words start to carelessly leave your mouth, trying to find a way out of the situation. “Besides, it's just cards.”

Just cards.

Is it just cards? To you, it surely is. But to Kai? Those are more than that. This is part of his most personal interest and half of his life's work. You can't just reduce that into a word of ‘just’.

Because that is where you cross his line.

Kai suddenly slammed the card on the table, making your whole body shook by how loud it sounded. His breaths are heavy, eyes still avoiding to meet yours. So, your mind starts to shift on how to woo your ever-so-patient boyfriend that you finally managed to piss off.

“I am sure there could be replacement—”

“Shut it.”

Brows creasing at his attitude, you instinctively scoffed at him. Arms crossing in front of your chest, dumb self still managing to push itself into a much deeper grave.

“Uh? Excuse you? I am trying to—”

“I will rip that mouth off, believe me,” Kai snapped, teeth gritting at his every utterance, “I said don't fucking say anything.”

You can feel how your mouth dried from nervousness. This is the first time you have seen Kai with this kind of fury in his eyes. Even his demeanor scares you—he is distant, yet at the same time, your guts tell you that he would jump into you anytime.

Just like what you thought, he did invade your space. Only that it is much worse from what you expected.

A loud screech of your throat broke the stillness when he abruptly bent down to pick your frail body, putting you on his shoulder. He easily lifted you from the sofa, your whole figure hanging on his blades like a sack of rice. With your instinct, you start to wiggle your arms and legs in the air. Worry filling your system when you realize he is walking towards the bedroom door.

“Babe, bring me—Ow!”

You hissed when you felt a harsh slap on the back of your thigh. Still held upside-down, blood starts to rush into your head, making your brain foggy. Kai's grip grew tighter with your attempts, keeping your safety in mind.

“Quiet,” He warned, unbothered with your wet skirt soaking his shirt. “If those are just cards, then you are just a fucking toy to me, too.”

What?!

Your eyes grew larger with his remark. Stomach internally flipping, your mind barely comprehended what he just spitted. Yet your body knew better; with your cunt reacting impulsively, hole clenching into nothing from his words alone. With your instincts kicking in late, your arms and legs start to work harder, pitifully trying to get away from what he is implying.

Darkly chuckling at your struggles, Kai twisted the knob of the bedroom's door before finally putting you back on your feet. Your feeble self immediately sensed the heavy atmosphere the moment you reached the floor. His eyes darted at your uncomposed figure—looking pathetic as your eyes did everything beside meeting his gaze. With it, your thighs automatically clamped themselves, the heavy weight of being stared at so scandalously bringing sensational waves to your legs.

You almost flinched when he stepped closer, goosebumps filling your entire body. Kai held onto your chin, grimly raising it to level your sight with his. A whine almost escaped your throat, eyelashes batting into him like a lamb needed saving.

“Look at you,” He grunts, shallow eyes scanning your guilt-ridden face, “All desperate for me to let it pass, no?” He murmured, a taunting smirk emerging in his lips. “Have you realized what you have done?”

Kai deliberately asked, fingers glazing into your cheeks like death threats. Pupils quivering at his hot touch; you gave him a shaky hum, nodding at his question. Another chuckle came from him, before harshly cupping your cheeks in one hand.

“Words, doll,” He sternly ordered, forcing your mouth to open as his fingers dug deeper in your cheeks. “You were very good at using them earlier. Why can't you talk now, hm?”

The shift in his eyes finally made you remember every surviving Kai life hack his friends jokingly shared with you.

Shit… Shit… Fuck your life.

This is what Taehyun has been telling you about—no, this is what everyone has been warning you about. This side of Kai that nobody tried to mess with. A part of him so well-hidden you never thought it would ever wake up from its hibernation.

The negative side that you are yet to discover.

With your lips parted, it was hard to form a simple word like yes. But you still tried, only for it to sound so airy that it made him laugh—a laugh so condescending you can feel the humiliation eating you alive from every second of it.

“If you know what you did, then you must know what to do about it, right?” He cooed, tone thick with arrogance. Your breath hitched at his question, lips trembling with only one idea in mind.

To drop on your knees and ask for forgiveness.

Body getting ahead of your thoughts, your knees fell on the floor. And, to your surprise, he just raised his brow at you, momentarily puzzled. Blinking at him in confusion, you are about to clasp your hands and offer your apology when he caught them. Pulling you up from the ground.

“Dumb girl,” He whispered to your ear, sending sweet sensations to your nerves. “Though, it is a wonderful idea,” He starts, palms starting to make their way to your butt. “I would rather watch you doing that naked.” Gasping at his vulgar request, the complaint hanging in your mouth turns into a shriek when he spanks your ass hard.

“Ow! What—”

“Continue that and you will have it rougher.”

The certainty of his raspy voice tells you that he meant it. He could totally do that; manhandle you until his anger subsides, even punish your frail and needy body for his own benefits.

Your thighs pressed tighter at the lingering thoughts, the slick in your cunt getting wetter each moment passed. There is no way you could deny that your pissed off boyfriend your stomach rage with wild fire. Cheeks all burnt from each mockery that landed perfectly in your ears.

Surely, your boyfriend is not dense enough to leave that unnoticed. An amused grin now sitting in his lips, “Fuck, you liked that?” He pried. Palms now groping your supple flesh, earning a whimper from you.

He was then met with silence. As if you are intentionally pushing him into the edge. Leaving your boyfriend with no other choice.

Do it by himself.

Kai unhesitantly pulled your skirt down, including your panties. You squealed out of instinct, and before you could properly react; he harshly turned your figure, removed your shirt, and pushed your bare body into the mattress.

Slumping into the soft bed, your back and the curve of your ass are fully displayed for him. You groaned into the sheets when you received another spank, your whole body jolting by how hard it is. He then hovers you—one arm flexed on your side so he wouldn't suffocate you with his large figure, with the other rubbing the spot he just slapped.

“Since you seem to be enjoying this, here's what's gonna happen,” He spat, wet lips wandering in the side of your ear. His hot breath fan your skin, spreading luscious feeling down to your core.

“You are gonna take every shit I give you like a fucking mindless toy,” He hissed, still palming your asscheek before he lands another defeaning slap. This is time, you could feel your skin sting from how it burns. Warm tears are now forming in your eyes.

“Because if I could care less about a card, then might as well to a doll running her mouth like fucking bitch.”

Your mind starts to turn into a mush, the emotions you are grasping all at once becoming too overwhelming. He is overstimulating you with his words—not with his spanks, not with his cock, but his words alone. It is overly embarrassing how wet your cunt is with just him degrading you.

Another squeal left you, but this time from him tugging your hair upward, clutching your strands with purpose.

“Undestood?”

Kai laughed when you eagerly nodded at his question. Looking so weepy with your creased makeup ruined by cold sweat mixed with your tears, and with the flushed cheeks that he always adores.

Just perfect for him to ruin.

You winced when he suddenly let go of your head, heart thumping loudly when the sound of his belt reached your ears. Barely functioning mind starts to wander if you are even wet enough to take his length without his fingers stretching you first.

Kai fucking you raw and without prep was new—Shit, even this whole thing is new to you. And, your heart heaps at the thought of it. Almost ripping out of your ribcage the moment you felt his heavy and leaky cock resting in your thigh.

Anxiety bubbles in your stomach when his tip starts to circle your needy hole, mouth gaped open with how it tingles you. Still, you tried to compose a thought, wholly unused of his cock entering you with no gist of foreplay.

Because that is how big your boyfriend is. Your first time with him is so memorable since he has to train you with his massive size. The girth he had was no ordinary, that you often need both of your fists to pleasure him. And, its length could easily send you to heaven, too.

“Kai—”

His name barely came out of your mouth when he shoved your head into the mattress. Applying enough pressure to his palm just so you couldn't use your mouth.

“Shhh, a toy must not speak when it is not spoken to.”

With that, you felt it—warm cockhead prodding to enter your tight hole. Your body tensed at the feeling, nervousness still lingering in your chest. A rough screech erupted from your throat when his tip stretched the rim of your cunt. Kai was holding his length from its base, loosely guiding his tip causing it to slip out with how wet you are.

The moment it did, you closed your thighs shut, lifting your head with force, “Please…” You heaves, “Need—Need your fingers first…”

Kai scoffed at your audacity to request. With the misleading idea of being disrespected, he turned you from your hips to face him. He mentally captured your begging expression before he vigorously separated your legs, placing himself in between to restrain you from closing it again.

“Stupid toys do not have the right to request.” He gritted, hands now roaming to your inner thighs. With your legs widely open, Kai finally got to see how drenched your pussy is. He scorned at the sight, merely amused by how you are dripping for him.

“You don't seem like you need my fingers, slut,” The pet name gave you instant shivers, uncovered nipples now fully perked up with how smooth it rolled out of his tongue. “This pussy is ridiculously weeping to be fucked.” He added, giving your cunt a harsh slap after. It caused a sharp squelch that made you arch your back.

“Such a whore.”

“No, no… Please—”

“You should have thought about that earlier,” He interrupts, another whack landing on your sex. “And what did I say about talking?”

Fat chunks of tears now uncontrollably fell from your eyes, all of your wrong decisions finally dawning on you. Yet, Kai seemed to be unbothered—now peeling off his shirt before he hovers you. A smirk is still plastered on his lips, utterly pleased by how fractured you are.

His lips soon found your pliant neck, leaving wet harsh kisses on the skin near your pulse. You sighed at its warmth, the heat inside you intensifying every time his hardened cock brushed your flesh. Quiet whimpers turn into dry moan when he starts to bite your skin mercilessly, teeth hardly grazing your supple flesh enough to imprint the shape of it.

Chills enveloped your body when you felt his tip once more, his breath fanning your swollen skin at the feeling of your hole clenching around it. “See,” Kai huffs, voice strained and muffled in your neck, “Your pretty pussy is easily sucking me in.”

Kai couldn't barely contain his impatience at times like this. He is well-aware of that—but you are not. So, when he snapped his hips in one go, bottoming out within seconds, all you could do was scream his name in shock. The instant hit of pain rocked your insides, mixing with the pleasure of his throbbing cock reaching the right places. As always. You sniffed at the aching sensation, unable to stop your eyes from crying.

Thankfully, he didn't move immediately. Even if it's more like he could hardly shift his hips by how tight your walls are hugging him. His unstable breaths tickled your nerves, toes curling at his tip constantly brushing that sweet spot without even trying.

Wincing at your hole burning around his girth, you gripped into his arms like for support. Only for him to clutch your weak hands and pin them down above your head. Your eyes fluttered open at the sudden restriction, trying your best to wiggle your hands out of his grip.

“But my—”

“No.”

His quick rejection made you throb, gulping at his unfamiliar effects on your body. Kai heavily sighed because of it, his other hand travelling to cup your cheeks again. Your jaw separated with how tight he is holding you, shaky eyes wandering at his, trying to find an answer on what he is about to do.

“Tongue out.” He ordered, buying you more time to adjust in his cock inside your puffy cunt.

You gawked at him, obviously baffled, “What?”

He sighed in annoyance, giving your cheek a light slap just to put you in proper state, “Stick your tongue out.”

The slick of your cunt continued to drip when his command struck you. Hesitantly, you pulled the wet muscle out, making him grin widely. He then leans in, spitting a warm glob of his saliva directly on your tongue.

“Swallow,” Kai demanded, even closing your mouth slowly, “All of it.”

Mind in a blur, you tentatively gulp his liquid, glassy eyes staring at his dark ones like you are expecting him to praise you for what you did. You even rolled your tongue out again, proving that you did what he asked you to do.

Kai just nodded at your gesture, testing waters by adjusting his stance slightly. When he noticed that your mouth gaped in the sweet taste of a little friction, he pulled out halfway, before rampantly thrusting his cock into you.

Sultry moans start to slip out of your mouth, nails digging into the back of his hand to cope with the wave of pleasure that he is giving you. You could feel each delicious drag of his length in your walls now that he is picking up a fast pace, making all your cohesive thoughts disappear.

The vulgar sound of your skin hitting one another combined with your whines echoed in the room, giving Kai the utmost satisfaction. Licking his lips, his hand on your face went to your mouth, forcing it open to shove his two slender fingers in your throat.

You nearly gagged within it, but got the hang of sucking his digits within seconds of adjusting. A choked up whimper came from you when he changed the angle of his hips, tip now nudging your cervix.

Kai immediately sensed it, pushing himself forward just to part your legs a bit more. He proudly smiled when he finally saw the bump in your lower belly, pressing his fingers deeper down your mouth.

“Feel that?” He prompts at the evident outline of his cock in your abdomen, “Be thankful I am still giving you more than what you deserve.”

Drowned in lust, you frantically nodded at your boyfriend. Tongue licking what it can muster in his fingers—savoring the salty taste of his sweat.

“Mmhmp—Thank you, Kai—Hah! So good! Thank you, thank you—”

Irritated at your delirious state, Kai halted his hips. Heavy cock still buried inside you. You glanced at him, puzzled. He gave you a sly smile before he retrieved his fingers in your mouth.

Then, a slap.

“I don't want that,” Kai scowled, giving no care to your reddened cheek. “What I want is for you to apologize for being such a needy bitch.”

His final word came with a rough thrust, earning another scream from you. Ears perked at how loud it was, you wanted to cover your mouth, but Kai was still straining your hands. Your boyfriend noticed what you are planning, his hold on you getting tighter.

“I said apologize,” He snarled, his hand finding your hair again. Hissing at the pain in your scalp, you still tried to wiggle your way out of his grip. “You shouldn't be fucking enjoying this.”

Kai started to ram into you again, now in a hasty way. Your back arched at the way he abused the poor spot near your cervix. He snapped his hips so roughly that you could feel him in your throat, blocking your airway.

“Sorry—Oh! Please… Sorry! I'm sorry, Kai!”

“There you go,” He teased, letting go of your hair just so he could play with your sensitive slit. The familiar build up surged in your lower belly, especially when Kai rubbed your clit in-sync with his hips.

“That wasn't so hard, was it?” He nudged, thumb toying with your ailing bud that made your toes curl in pleasure. Heavily intoxicated with the bliss of heaven, your eyes rolled back when he started to circle his fingers in your wet folds. Eagerly bucking your hips forward to meet each of his moves.

“Yesyesyesyes… I'm near—Please don't…”

Before you could even finish the sentence—your boyfriend pulled out, fingers also stopping as he did. You whined at the sudden emptiness, holding back your tears with the feeling of your abdomen aching.

“I told you, this is not something you would enjoy.”

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You looked to the side as Kai’s hand trailed hesitantly up your bare stomach. It’s still so cute that he’s still so cautious despite the two of you doing this for weeks now. You rolled your hips a bit as you adjusted yourself in his lap and moved to situate your feet better on the arms of the chair. Kai let out something between a whine and a moan, and you smiled down at him innocently. His other hand rested stiffly on his leg, but you could tell that his fingers itched to touch you being so near your dripping pussy.

The two of you had been at it for an hour now—you teasing him while asking him the same questions over and over again about the notes he wrote for you for one of your shared classes, and him stuttering over his words as you kept bouncing on his thick cock that was buried inside of you. His light hair was stuck to his forehead from the thin sheen of sweat that covered the both of you.

His thin-wired glasses fell down the bridge of his nose as he looked up at you with big, doe eyes. Your smile grew and you slowly moved up and down on him as he opened his mouth to start explaining what he already explained to you twice now. You got it the first time, but you just loved to watch him struggle and he was so hot when he spoke about his nerdy interests.

Kai inhaled sharply and the tips of his fingers left goosebumps along your skin. “W-Well, they only form in places in interstellar space called ‘stellar nurseries’, i-in molecular clouds.” He moaned in your ear when you started to move faster, his grip on you tightening. Kai’s head got murky as he tried to recall the information that should come to him easily. It was just about how a star was formed, it was plain and simple. But, you were making it so difficult for him to focus. “They collapse when the cloud is too m-massive and the gas pressure no longer supports it, causing it to go into gravitational collapse.”

You leaned your head back onto the side of his as you picked up your speed more. Your breathing became haggard and soft moans left your parted lips. Kai’s words fell short and instead his gaze was entirely focused on the reflection of you bouncing on his cock in the monitor in front of him. He could almost see every inch of you—the way you were taking him so well despite his size like it was nothing, even if he could see the way your eyes rolled back a little and your knees started to become wobbly. He watched the way your tits bounced and he stopped himself from grabbing one of them and molding the flesh underneath his hand.

“When it’s too massive?” you encouraged him, your voice breathy and flirtatious. You whimpered and your knees pressed together tight as you stopped your motion and left him buried inside of you. Your body shook like the scattered school papers and notebooks on his desk being blown by the fan he had on that seemed to only make him hotter. Smiling, you chuckled a little as you looked at him again.

The summer heat was rearing its ugly head and it was almost unbearable to be outside, even inside these days. Just Kai’s luck, his air conditioning had been broken all week. No amount of fresh air from his windows nor the multitude of fans he acquired in his apartment could make the heat go down. Yet, you still insisted on the two of you having your tutoring session anyway. 

He still remembered when the two of you crossed the line from biology to anatomy. He still remembers the way you looked between his legs as you unbuttoned his jeans and fished out his big cock from the restraint of his boxers. The image of your expression was burned into his retinas, and every time he closed his eyes for even a second he saw it. That, and the way you looked with your mouth stretched over his girth, barely able to make it down farther than the tip of his cock.

Kai closed his eyes for a second and the memory of him looking in your mirror came to mind. Your miniskirt pushed up to reveal your lacey panties that stuck to you and the sound of you gagging around him as you tried to push yourself down onto him more. All of it filled his ears, and when he opened his eyes they were replaced with the slick sounds of your wet pussy and your skin slapping against his again.

Swearing under his breath, Kai tried to continue. He was supposed to be tutoring you right now, after all. He hadn’t even realized that his glasses began to fog up from the heat. “Sometimes the mass of the cloud will undergo something called the ‘Jeans mass,’ but it can undergo other events too.” He peered at his monitor again before you grabbed his chin and made him look at you. Kai’s eyes widened and his eyes briefly dropped to your glossy lips before looking up at you again. You giggled a little at him, the smile returning to your face as you watched the gears in his head turn. “S-Sometimes a molecular cloud may collide with another molecular cloud.”

You nodded at him and took his hands in yours. You placed his hands flat against your skin and dragged them up to your tits, keeping your hands on top of his. Kai’s cock jerked inside you and your smile grew. “And when that happens,” you started, “thousands of stars are formed, right? Embedded clusters, I think they’re called?”

Kai just dumbly nodded at your question, his tongue betraying him.

“But stars can form in other ways too, can’t they?” you asked. Kai blinked at you, too worried about your tits bouncing in his face and his hands on them to even begin to care about stars right now. Your body shook again and your eyes fluttered shut as you lost yourself to the pleasure. Before Kai could speak again, your eyes opened and you took one of his hands and brought it to your mouth. Without breaking eye contact with him, you stick his middle finger and ring finger inside your mouth and sucked on them for a moment. Slowly, you pulled them out of your mouth—shiny and coated in your saliva—and brought his hand down low to where the two of you connected. A trail of spit followed it before quickly getting pulled apart.

You pressed his spit-covered fingers onto your clit and rubbed them in slow circles on it for a second before Kai got the hint. You almost jerked off his lap, moaning, “Well?”

“T-Through a superno—” Kai immediately cut himself off, gasping. Your pussy clenched down on him so hard that he felt like he was going to slip right out of you. He raised his hips to meet your ass in fear, accidentally slamming his cock back inside of you and causing a loud moan to rise out of you. You tried to close your legs from the sudden overstimulation, but with Kai’s hand rubbing circles at your clit, you didn’t get far. Without thinking, Kai moved his other hand from your tit to hold firmly at your lower stomach to keep you against him. His head lolled back against his desk chair and his sight was blurred from the fog on his glasses that wouldn’t go away so he could see you clearly. “A supernova,” he moaned, not bothering to explain it more.

Kai kept rubbing circles at your clit absentmindedly, and your shared moans bounced against the walls of the room. Your whimpers vibrated against his chest and the more you tried to move from his hand, the more you fucked yourself on his cock. Kai remembered that he was supposed to be tutoring you again, not letting his head get foggy as well as he only thought about the way your pussy felt around him, so he decided to start asking you questions instead. “What’s something that could h-hinder a star formation?” he breathed out, searching his own mind for the answer.

Without noticing, Kai began fucking into you—chasing his own pleasure that you caused for him. You cried out, and he noticed the tears sliding down your cheeks. The sounds in the room grew louder and his hands nearly slipped right off of you from the heat radiating off of your bodies. You felt so good that he couldn’t resist, and his cock was so big that you couldn’t even begin to complain.

You tightened around him so hard that Kai couldn’t take it anymore. He could barely fuck into you as it was, and his poor cock was already throbbing. “What causes s-such turbulence? W-What—” Kai groaned at his cock slipping out of you. His fingers were covered in your spit and slick, and you dragged your pussy against the length of his cock to gain the friction back. He used it all to push his cock against you and slide himself back inside of you, slowly as your back arched off of him. His chest heaved as he tried to find his words again and his fingers moved back to your clit. Your arousal was dripping down into his lap and the room smelled heavily of sex. “What’s the name of it?” Kai finally managed to conclude.

The chance to answer never came. As soon as Kai started to fuck you again, that thin strand finally snapped and he was pumping his cum deep inside of you. Kai swore repeatedly under his breath. His eyes squeezed shut and his hands held your hips down onto his as tight as he could, but you still circled his cock anyway. “Oh my god,” he whined in your ear.

Kai didn't think he had ever cum this much in his entire life. Not even when he was in the darkness of his bedroom, deep shame and embarrassment covering him like a thick wool blanket as he jerked off to the image of you. Round after round until his stomach was covered in his own release and his cheeks were white-hot. It was nothing like actually being inside of you, hearing your pretty little moans and whimpers as you used him to get off in any way that you could. Kai wasn’t dumb—he knew that you were purposefully asking him to explain the same question over and over again so the session dragged on. What you didn’t know was that Kai wouldn’t end the session anyway unless you were satisfied.

His cum spilled out of you and he smeared it all along the glistening folds of your pussy. He got off to your breathy moans as he emptied himself more inside of you. He was still waiting for you to answer his question.

Your legs snapped tight around Kai’s hand and you shook so much that he was sure you were beginning to vibrate. You tried to suck in shallow breaths, but it did nothing as you came around his thick length. It completely stretched you open and even more cum dripped out of you and down to Kai’s thighs. Your body relaxed and you slumped against Kai’s body as your hips lazily moved against his fingers still rubbing at your clit.

Kai’s glasses were still fogged up, even more so now, and he hadn’t even realized that at some point they didn’t even sit on his nose bridge right. They were tilted off of his face, and his vision was half-fogged and half-blurred. He so desperately wished that he was able to see the way you looked right now through his monitor, but both of your clothes were spread across the room so he couldn’t wipe his glasses off without making them worse.

After a moment, you moved your legs from the arms of the chair and sat in his lap fully. You felt sticky and the fan Kai had on just blew around the heat more, even with the window open. You hoped that his apartment walls weren’t thin, but then again, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You turned to him and smiled at how completely fucked out he looked. Kai’s eyes were closed and his mouth hung open. If you left him long enough you were sure that he’d begin to drool. His hand was still at your lower stomach, which you were sure were to leave behind a heat-print of his hand from the hot air, and his other laid across your thigh limply, fingers shiny and dripping release.

You used the tips of your fingers to pull his head up and Kai opened his eyes just as you pressed your glossy lips to his. When you pulled away his lips shined and there was a ghost of a smile on them. “A supermassive black hole,” you answered.

Kai’s eyebrow raised, and you laughed. He brought his glistening fingers to his lips and his tongue darted out to lick them before he put them into his mouth completely. You smirked before turning from him and leaning up towards his desk. You began writing down what he said into your notebook, his cock and cum still deep inside of you.

Kai’s eyes dropped down to your pussy still around him, to your round ass in his face as you bent over right in front of him so he got a perfect view of the way your mixed cum dripped out of you and down his length. He was instantly hard again, and you looked over your shoulder, your glossy lip between your teeth, as you giggled.

“The answer to the question you asked me,” you responded. Kai had completely forgotten. You turned back to your notebook, but not before you started to bounce on his cock again almost painfully slow. Kai grabbed your hips and watched as he repeatedly disappeared inside of you again and again. Without turning again, you asked, “Can you explain black holes to me again?”

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A pretty menace in heels and French tips with hair and makeup done to perfection while being able to ruin anyone’s day in a single sentence. Icy glares and sentences that sting from a socialite— that was you. Kai was the complete opposite, not to mention he’s a nerd. Anime, manga, old games and their lore, he’s even past level 170 on Wizard101— he wasn’t just a nerd; he was a fucking geek.

So how?

His friends just knew you probably walked their poor Kai like a dog behind closed doors… and they’re not necessarily wrong— but they’re not right either.

Kai himself knows he must have saved the world and probably the polar bears too in a past life to get to be dating you. One kiss from those glossy lips and he was more than willing to do every little thing you commanded. He’d recite the periodic table to amuse you— paint your nails, bring your laundry up, let you do his makeup, it was whatever you wanted.

Outside looking in, it was almost laughable how someone with his size let someone tell him what to do but he couldn’t love where he’s at more. Now, not only were you known as the bitch who’s hot around campus but the one with the oversized nerd always tagging around your heels.

Sure you were bossy and cold on your best day but you were always so sweet to him. In a world full of complexities, the answer is simple. You didn’t want a puppy— you wanted a big dog. Knows when to shut up, follow commands and shower you with affection. So, when you passed him in the hallway, trying to make himself look smaller when your clique strolled by— there was no hesitation when you asked him out. Huening Kai likes pretty things with their own XP like dungeons he couldn’t beat on his best run though.

You don’t walk him though.

He gets his leash for you.

“Mmphh!.. Nhgh-!!”

Or in this case his muzzle.

His brows are pinched together like he’s in pain but the size of his pupils tell a different story; tearily staring up at you while you use him to fuck yourself silly.

“Hmmph!”

Straddling his toned waist, you lift yourself up only to slam back down his fat length in blissfully rough strokes. Each one has Kai painfully aware of the mess going on where you’re both connected.

A filthy mixture of your squirt on his lower abs and inner thighs, your wetness downright sopping because the cum from his previous loads have formed creamy rings around the base of his overstimulated cock— dripping down his heavy balls to wet his plug-stretched hole.

The rosy flush on his skin is divine, messy hair splayed about the pillows while he keens and whimpers like the desperate mutt he always is when it comes comes to you but stays on his best behavior. For you.

“Fucckkk! Feels sooo good…”, you moan drunkenly, swiveling your hips down to grind his weeping slit into your g-spot. “Prettiest toy with the fattest cock”, throwing your head back, you brace your hands against the meat of his broad chest, griiiinding back and forth— dragging your clit along the underside of your favorite vein of his in heated bliss.

“Ghkk…mmfh!” The whimper tears out of his throat broken, ruined and pathetic. Drool leaks from the sides of his muzzle to join his tears.

Helpless, Kai watches you lick it off him, using his momentary distraction to tweak and pull at his puffy nipples hard. A shrill cry gets trapped behind his muzzle, glazed eyes shooting to the back of his skull, engorged cock throbbing inside you when you tighten– choking him with your sloppy walls.

“Thaaat’s it”, you coo, quickening your pace, hands fitting around his neck like a collar and getting closer to another orgasm just looking at the fucked out mess beneath you. “Bein’ s-so good f’me-…my good boy..”

You’re back to pounding yourself up and down on him, shaking his body and the bed with your harsh movements. The wet plap plap plap plap plap with the obscene slurps of your stuffed cunt having him losing it.

And you can tell.

Kai is shaking like a leaf– drooling, poor asshole spasming around the thick toy you fucked him with earlier.

“Y’ so pretty, huh baby?”

Bringing your head down to his beefy chest, you latch on to one of his nipples and suck. His reaction is nothing short of pleasing— hot precum shoots out in rivulets; adding to the mess inside you. Hissing in pleasure, rubbing your sweet spot raw with each dizzying pump of your hips; you grind the puffy nub between your teeth and bite— lighting searing pleasure up his spine. Kai’s whole body shocks and it sounds like he’s babbling but less human and more guttural, sobbing out wrecked bleats.

You find you actually want him to say it back to you. That he is pretty— very pretty in fact. Reaching your fingers up to his mouth, you pop the bar of the muzzle from between his teeth, voice cracking like a whip.

“Speak.”

And he’s so cute when he listens. Jumping to obey you like he always does, even now. High off pleasure and overstimulation his soft voice chokes out after you.

“M- I’m so pretty..!” Should he get checked out for liking the frighteningly pleased grin on your face?

You fuck him even deeper now— to the point where he swears he’s liable to catch a fever from how hot your insides are running. The stretch is mouth-watering because he’s just that big and you love it. Fitting the muzzle back between his teeth, you lean down to bite the whorl of his flushed ear. “Sexy little bitch…”

The drool leaking out from his muzzle is copious at this point– wetting his neck and your hand so much to where you have to move it. Without missing a beat, you’re even rougher on his other nipple. Greedily sucking like he can give you milk if you keep it up long enough before closing your teeth down around the stiff peak— lapping the leftover tinges of pain away with another suffocatingly hot roll of your pussy. Kai swears he’s melting.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Oh god-

You’re going to milk him.

The sounds behind his muzzle are sloppy and mindless, empty head lolling to the side as his eyes start to flutter— thoroughly ruined. Kai chokes on another hiccuping wail, hole sucking the plug stuffed in it as his balls tighten up. High pitched keens bleed through, swollen cock throbbing borderline painfully inside the drooling hole he’s stuffed in–

..and he comes apart.

Like a broken nozzle, cum squirts out in fat chords, filling you with his cream and it’s so intense he’s worried his heart might stop.

It’s so hot and you already feel so full that your own orgasm is triggered. Gritting your teeth, the heat coursing through you starts of as a little spatter but ends up gushing out of you, spraying the hard muscles of Huening’s body with your squirt— his big hands steady on your waist to help you fuck yourself through it.

“O-ooh! Good boy Hyuka, cummin’ aaallll in your pussy- fuck!”

Suddenly, he’s able to see his own health bar.

If he dies from this, he’ll die one blessed man.

Panting, his ears ring as you hump away at his cock; not giving a fuck if he was shooting blanks at this point.

When you finally stop, slurred moans and hoarse whimpers are what fill the room. Kai looking up at you sitting pretty stuffed full of him with dazed little hearts in his eyes….

It’s also the first time he tells you as soon as his mouth is free that—

Kai was not in the right headspace at the moment.

He had already forgotten how the two of you ended up in a motel near the bar where you met. He also didn't know how you were able to book a room and safely arrive on the seventh floor when both of your minds were drowned in alcohol and clouded with lust.

The worst thing is, he has no idea how to appropriately fuck somebody before you two had come into this exact situation. This is all new to him. There is no point in denying that he is a saint-like virgin.

Never been seen, never been touched.

And, for the millionth time, he is not even sure if he should thank you or indulge himself with hell-like self-loathing after agreeing to have a one-night stand with a person he doesn't know.

The only thing that his mind could process right now is how sickening your sweet sounds are in his ears, how alluring each of your perfect thrusts between his legs, and how delicious your warm walls are snugging his sensitive, inexperienced cock.

Kai was clutching tightly in the soaked bedsheet below him; his round, hungry eyes were fixated on your bouncing tits that were presented in front of him. His weak fingers are trembling, his legs are almost about to give up as he tries to chase your careless humps on his length. It is also evident that he is beyond frightened to even lay a finger on you, as if you would stop abusing his needy cock and leave him alone in the ruined bed if he ever did something that would displease you.

You are clawing on his broad shoulders, nails digging into his reddening flesh while you try your very best to take his long and wide cock inside your sopping cunt.

"Motherfucker..." You whined, before halting your movements with his whole girth resting in your quivering, wet walls. "How come your cock is this big, hm?" Your luscious words felt like enchantments in his ears, cheeks burning almost instantly as he started to see a smirk forming on your lips.

"Uhm... Hahh," He faltered on his words when you began to twist your hips between his thighs, slowly dragging your body as your pussy shamelessly drips with every twitch of his veiny cock. "I don't... Holy cow—I don't know..."

A soft giggle came from you when you heard his childish curse. For then, you planted your knees in the bed before you forcefully lifted yourself above him, moaning audibly at the luscious feeling of his length brushing the perfect spots of your walls. Kai was already drenched in sweat, getting more anxious when he felt your small palms wrapping around the base of his neck. The poor guy cannot help but whine when your hold began to grow tighter, tears forming in his glassy eyes due to the immediate lack of air.

The smirk on your lips turns into a wide grin, your chest swelling with pride at the mixture of fright and pleasure evident on Kai's beautiful face. It even motivated you to stimulate him more, once again picking up the pace to abuse his hard dick. You cannot even deny that he looks absolutely delectable in your eyes, getting more and more turned on by how he could be deemed as a tainted lamb under your burning touch.

"You must be a fan of fisting cocks, no?" Even out of air, you still managed to tease the guy, strangling his neck to edge him further. Now nearly suffocated, Kai could only shake his head as an answer, strained whimpers leaving his lips at your every grind. To his dismay, you only got more excited at his struggles to speak for himself, gripping your walls around him despite his tantalizing girth.

"No? But your cock is too big, baby," You whined, before leaving a soft, quick peck on his lips. "Don't fool me. Guys who have a dick this big fist it daily," You added, lips subtly brushing into his plump ones.

"No—No, ma'am..." The guy barely managed to utter his breathless reply, on the verge of blacking out from the pleasure your tight cunt is giving him. Your brow corks at his dutiful use of words, yet you cannot set aside the effects it gave to your pent-up abdomen.

You obnoxiously chuckled, before dropping your whole weight into his legs. Kai grunted audibly at your actions, a big chunk of tears now flooding down his cheeks. "Please... Don't do that again... Please..." His begs are almost a whisper, all beat up and overly sensitive by how your pussy is sucking him in.

"Aww... This poor big dick will go to waste if we don't use it appropriately..." You cooed at him, before recklessly fucking your gaping hole around his cock that turned his brain shut.

"Just enjoy this. Besides, this would be your only chance to fuck a pussy as tight as mine."

“come on, just come with me after this. I don’t wanna go alone.” Your friend, yoon, nudges you, not so discreetly chatting to you once you’re nearing the end of your two hour lecture.

Your eyes flicker from the board, which you’re still trying to concentrate on, but also, your attention is wearing thin and you’re waiting until the painfully slow last few seconds go by and it finally ends. “I don’t get it. Is this some kind of society?” You whisper back to her.

“Kinda…yeah, it’s a host club-” You don’t hear the rest of what she says, everyone starts chaotically packing up their laptops and notes, abruptly leaving the lecture hall once it ends and flooding the exits with traffic.

You do the same, and so does yoon. Once you’re out in the hallway and away from the trampling stampede, she begins animatedly trying to sell the idea to you again.

“I went to that badminton taster session for you because you wanted to go! And I got hit in the face with a racket, so that means you totally have to come with me this time.”

You sigh inconveniently, adjusting the strap of your bag higher on your shoulder. You supposed you could go to it for her, you were free the rest of the evening. “Fine, what’s it actually about again?”

She rubs at the back of her neck, pausing, looking sheepish and surprisingly hesitant for a second. Your eyebrow raises at this.

“You really don’t know? Surely you must have heard of it? It’s really popular.”

You shrug your shoulders, very intrigued. “No.”

“What rock are you living under...” Yoon exasperatedly mumbles, “Well…you know like, a normal host club? Where males entertain people with like, alcohol and pretend to be like, their boyfriends? Well….we have one. At the university. Except, it’s more like a tea-and-conversation, flirting, with the five most handsome and richest students here.”

You stop walking. She stops walking. Someone behind you nearly bumps into both your backs, giving you both an irritated glare as they walk past. You study her face, but she’s looking at you with complete sincerity. “Oh my god. You’re serious.” You start walking again, faster this time, shaking your head. “You rich people are bizarre.”

When you’d joined the university on a scholarship, you had come to find out just how terrible and outlandish these nepotism children really were firsthand. They operated on an entirely different plane of existence. This manages to top the cake though. They really do fuckall with their time, anything but actually studying. It’s not like it really matters though, they’ll still become heirs of multi-million pound companies anyway.

“It’s not as bad as it sounds. Truly!” Yoon insists, jogging to match your pace.

“How is this allowed?”

Yoon shrugs. “The creator’s family is like, the main funder of the university.”

You’re not surprised. “Of course.” You tighten your hold on the strap of your bag. “So, these people are whoring themselves out basically?” How is this ethical?

“Come on, it’s harmless and fun! It’s Furry Friday!”

“Furry…what?” You try to blink yourself awake, staring off into the end of the hallway, dissociated. Why do you even bother anymore?

“Yeah, and there’s Maid Monday too…it’s just like a cool events cafe. There’s themes. It’s cute!”

“So, do these people sleep with their guests too?” You joke, casting a sideways glance at your friend, giving up with the actual questioning of the existence of this club at a prestigious university.

Yoon looks to her left and right, covering her mouth with her hand and whispers. “Ssh. That’s more of an underground thing. They’re very selective about it and it’s superrr expensive.”

Your face drops. “What?” This is not right. You drag a hand down your face, sighing heavily. “You really want me to go to this with you?”

Your friend nods her head enthusiastically, clasping her hands together. “Please. I need to get over my last scarring situationship.”

You give your friend a pointed look. “Didn’t she like, borrow £700 off you and you never saw her again? There’s not much to get over.”

Yoon grimaces as if she’s living through it all again, not wanting the reminder. “Yes, she had some gambling issues. But, she was so perfect other than that.” Yoon sighs wistfully. “Come on, I paid for both our entry fees already. Food’s included.”

Your ears perk up at that, staring at your friend who now has a sneaky little smile creeping up on her face, knowing she’s already won. You pause. Food is included? You wouldn’t pass up on free food…Damn that your friend knows you well. You huff resignedly. “Okay…I’ll go with you.”

Yoon squeals, bringing your hands to hers and jumping up and down aggressively. “Thanks! You’re the best.”

Now, you stand in the endless queue of other students waiting to get into the club, a snake of a line going right to the end of the corridor and around the corner. It really must be popular. How had you never heard of it before? There’s a permanent sign on the door reading ‘TXT HOST CLUB’. They even have their own personal room at the university? Even from outside, you can already hear loud squealing and high pitched screams at whatever is going on in the room.

Finally, eventually, it comes to both your turns, reaching the front. Yoon shows some ticket online and you’re allowed in, the big gilded doors opening, and you’re momentarily blinded by a sudden light.

You’re not entirely sure what you were expecting, but it’s definitely not this; five guys in animal ears and paws, dancing to some girl group song on a raised platform. The spacious room is all pink with even pink marbled floor, fancy chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and ribbons and streamers decorating the walls and pillars. There’s cardboard cutouts of the members all around the room in absurd outfits, vampires, maids, fairies, princes, sanrio, mermaids, knights, traditional clothing, and more.

You’re escorted onto a free table with Yoon. Even the tables are decorated so lovely with floral lace cloth and a vase of flowers in the middle. There’s tiered cake stands with the yummiest looking sandwiches, cakes, pastries, tarts, and macarons. Laid too, are expensive-looking intricate painted tea sets and teapots. Maybe, perhaps, you could get behind this for the food.

Yoon doesn’t pay attention to anything on the table though, she’s too busy watching the performance, entirely enamoured and delighted by it, clapping and cheering them on.

“Oh, wow…” You watch it too, in disbelief, still trying to process your surroundings. All of this feels like a complete, bizarre, fever dream, but you have to admit, they were surprisingly pretty good at dancing, synchronisation quite insane for a bunch of random pompous dudes.

“I should introduce you to them all!” Yoon shouts over the music, excitedly pointing at one on the far right. “That’s taehyun! He’s super smart and stoic,” then she moves her pointed finger to the left each time, “that’s Kai he’s super sweet and cute! Oh-and that’s beomgyu he’s super emo and plays guitar, that’s soobin he’s a sweet posh boy and the president, and that’s…” Yoon sighs dreamily at the man on the far left, clasping her hands together, “that’s Choi Yeonjun. The It boy. He’s my fav. He’s such a prince.” She swoons. The poor descriptions weren’t all that insightful to you, to be honest.

Their performance ends with claps and screams, and then, you can finally tuck into the foods on the table, trying every single different assortment of pastries. The hosts had stepped off the platform, coming to the guests and their tables, speaking and chatting to them, the music lowered to soft ambient jazz. You can hear giggling… and barks and meows, and the strange things some guests are requesting for.

“Kai! Do a bark, do a bark!”

“Woof, woof!”

“Soobin, can you say that I’m your owner?”

“Beomgyu, I wanna be your pet!”

“I just wanna be your dog!”

You may have lost your appetite a little. But you try for it not to deter you.

One second, you’re looking down, scoffing the sandwiches on your plate, then you’re looking back up and you’re suddenly surrounded by the five men out of nowhere, looming over your table. You’re terrified, freezing mid-bite. Yeonjun, who you’d recognised as yoon’s favourite, comes to smoothly kiss her hand.

“Ah,” he sighs, “My lovely Yoon. Our loyal guest, will you be requesting for me again?”

Your friend is blushing and giggling, looking moments away from fainting. You raise a brow, gulping down the food in your mouth, turning your head her way with furrowed brows. “Again? I thought you’d never been here before. You didn’t want to come alone?”

Yoon coughs, embarrassed “Uhhm. Ahem. I never said I hadn’t been here before. Simply just wanted your company this time…”

You shake your head, finishing the rest of your sandwich, still feeling self conscious at the men still by your table. When were they going to leave?

“Ooh we’ve got a new guest, guys!” One of them says, noticing you, you think his name is Kai. The others lean in curiously at you, zeroing in. You feel like an animal at a zoo. This is very odd. Especially since they’re the ones still wearing pet ears and furry gloves.

Yeonjun theatrically reaches for your hand, kissing the back of yours too, grinning and winking. “Pleasure to meet you, beautiful being. I’m yeonjun. Choi yeonjun. What’s your name, pretty?”

“They look frightened…” Taehyun whispers to kai.

The rest of them introduce themselves, shaking your hand like a normal person.

Once you’re done with shoving the last bit of your sandwich down, you quickly dab around your mouth with a napkin and you abruptly rise from your seat, standing up, ready to leave. Your time here is more than done, and you so desperately want to get away from this uncomfortableness. “Well! Lovely to meet you all. Must get going haha...”

“Wait! You haven’t chosen a favourite yet!” Yeonjun stops you.

“Everyone picks one.” Beomgyu, the one with multiple facial piercings says with his hands in his pockets.

“Usually under twenty seconds.” Taehyun adds, checking his extravagant watch that probably costs more than your tuition fees. “The average is 17.83 seconds.”

“Yeah. Which one of us is the most handsome?” Soobin pushes the glasses he’s wearing gently up his nose bridge, tilting his head at you.

They all come even closer to you simultaneously, crowding you, staring at you intensely and expectantly, awaiting your answer. All of their jaws are raised up, sweeping hands through their hairs confidently, and posing for you, doing weird expressions with their faces as if they were in some modelling photoshoot.

“Um…I wouldn’t know.” They’re all very good looking. How were you supposed to choose just one? And how would you have a favourite already?

Taehyun crosses his arms. “You don’t know?”

“Just choose one! Come on!” Kai urges you, jumping on the spot.

“Yeah.” They all start saying and agreeing together, growing impatient and slightly agitated, wanting you to choose one of them already.

So, you try again, staring at each of their faces individually, trying to be pragmatic about it so you can finally get out of here. First, you analyse yeonjun, silky blonde hair, fox-like sharp eyes, piercings all on his ears. Then soobin, soft black hair, glasses, a bunny like nose and mouth, wearing a cute sweater vest. Then beomgyu, brown shaggy messy wolfcut, soft brown eyes, but dark thick eyebrows with a piercing on one of them, a dermal piercing, and lip rings too. Then at kai, fluffy white hair, angelic features overall and a pretty nose, holding a stuffed plush penguin toy in his hand. And finally, at taehyun, big round eyes, high cheekbones and a chiselled face, wearing a whole ass corporate suit for some reason.

“I really don’t know!”

“You have to. Gun to your head. Three—” Beomgyu raises three fingers.

“TWO.” All five of them start to join in, shouting in unison.

“Why are we counting?!”

“ONE.”

“ZER—”

The counting down, for some reason, and the fact that five absurdly attractive, very tall men are still crowded around you and shouting, makes you panic and stress and you feel very under pressure.

“Okay, okay! Oh-umm!-uh-Yeonjun!” You blurt out frantically. You don’t know why you say that name, you just choose the most memorable one to get them off your back.

There’s silence and the others recoil dramatically, betrayed, and they give you such disgusted looks.

“Terrible taste.” Taehyun clicks his tongue. The others are shaking their heads at you.

Meanwhile, yeonjun looks moments away from ascending, “I knew it!” Yeonjun’s eyes are practically shining, grabbing your shoulders excitedly, ecstatic and smug and violently shaking you. He runs a hand through his blonde hair once more, sighing out at himself as if he were in some sort of shampoo advertisement. “I knew you’d pick me.” He punches your arm playfully.

“Ow…” You rub at your arm to soothe it, it actually hurts. He punched you pretty hard. He looks like he’s about to hit you again in excitement, you back away as far as you can, taking a few steps back, fearfully.

You bump into something behind you. It wobbles. And that’s when you hear something smash so distinctly loud and hard onto the pink marble floor, exploding. Hesitantly, you slowly, dreadfully, turn around, thinking you already know what might have happened.

You had caused a very expensive looking sculpture of the five boys with roses in each their hands, to collapse straight onto the ground and smash into millions of smithereens, thousands of tiny little pieces scattered across and flying everywhere.

Everyone in the room turns their heads at the dissonant sound, gasping, teacups freezing halfway to their lips. You stare at the scene completely mortified. You can feel your soul departing your body, mentally already digging your grave to lie in. You could literally cry.

“Oh my god!” Yeonjun runs and drops straight down to his knees at the death of the artwork. “Our most expensive sculpture, all the way from Italy! Custom made from the renowned artist Angelo Pasquarelli, he passed away recently! This was the last remaining piece of art he ever made!”

Well, that doesn’t serve to make you feel any better. At all. You don’t even know what to do. You don’t have any parents that can pay this for you. You can’t even begin to imagine how much it actually costs and how you’ll ever be able to repay it, and how much debt you’ll be in now. “I’m so sorry! Oh my-I’m so, so, so sorry! I don’t know-i wasn’t looking where I was going.”

You can feel how ironic this is. You came here for the free food, now you’re massively in debt somehow.

Taehyun, the treasurer of the club, comes to crouch down beside yeonjun, staring at the remnants with visible pain and anguish too. “This was supposed to be an art investment for the club…I told you we shouldn’t have kept it out here in the open.” He murmurs sharply to yeonjun.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t afford to pay for this.” You admit. “I’m literally only here on a scholarship. Is there any other way I can help? I’ll do anything. Anything at all.”

“Hm. You can’t afford to repay for the damage?” Soobin raises a brow at you, thinking. He pulls the rest of the boys into a huddle. You hear intense whispering as they deliberate your fate.

Yoon panics for you, stepping in. “It’s going to be okay!” She reassures you, feeling slightly guilty as she was the one who brought you here when you hadn’t particularly wanted to in the first place. “I’ll try and pay for some of it for you!”

“No, that’s alright. They won’t have to pay for any of it. No one has to.” Soobin speaks up, all of them finally pulling apart.

You feel so relieved, clasping a hand to your heart that had minutes before giving out entirely. “Oh. Oh my god. Thank you, thank you-”

“You’ll repay us in another way.” Soobin thoughtfully explains. “Next week, the host club is holding a special events week.”

“For the first time ever,” Kai interrupts excitedly, “each host gets their own solo event where we can do whatever we want!”

Soobin nods. “Yes, we’ve never done events purely by ourselves before and we’ll need additional assistance.”

“You,” yeonjun says, flamboyantly pointing directly at you, “are going to become our assistant!”

“Monday to Friday,” Soobin confirms. “One host per day. You’ll help organise events, carry things, run errands, and deal with guests. You’ll work off your debt to the host club.”

“Just five days? That’s it?” That didn’t seem too bad at all, it’s an alarmingly good deal. You were expecting something significantly worse. How hard can it be? Only working five days to pay off the debt for a supposedly very valuable and rare sculpture? You can definitely do that. “Alright. I’ll do it.” You shake soobin’s hand, determined than ever.

“Yayy! Yippeee!” All five of the boys start clapping and cheering delightfully at you. You don’t know why they’re so happy.

“And guess what?” Yeonjun grins gleefully. “My event is the first one.” He takes your arm in his, interlocking and hooking your arms, and then completely drags you away. You throw one last pleading look at yoon through the gilded doors in case it’s the last time you ever see your dear friend again.

But she just giggles at you, calling out. “You’ll be fine. It will be fun!” She cheerfully waves at you being hauled out of the host club room.

“Woah.”

You stand in the doorway of yeonjun’s sleek studio apartment in awe, which hardly looks anything like student accommodation. You wander further inside, taking it all in. It is massive, everything down to the furniture and interior looking way too luxurious, with a fancy kitchen, living room, a big en-suite bathroom, and a walk in closet filled with designer clothes. That doesn’t seem to be enough though since there’s clothing racks near the windows too with garments, a mannequin, framed fashion sketches and artwork pinned on a wall, designer magazines stacked on a unique-looking coffee table.

It’s Buckingham Palace compared to your place. Your student accommodation was one tiny shoe box room, a shared bathroom and kitchen. But you had chosen the very cheapest you could afford.

“Do you like it? It’s a bit small. My bedroom is bigger than this in my mansion, but this is still cool and cosy.” Yeonjun stands in front of the wide floor-to-ceiling windows that showcase the city skyline. He looked genuinely apologetic about it too.

“Mansion…” You shouldn’t be so surprised by now, so many people you have met at the university do live in them, but it still manages to shock you a little no matter how many times you hear it casually mentioned.

Yeonjun turns around excitedly. “Hey, maybe we can go to my house after this and I can show you! Get you to meet my parents already, ay?” Yeonjun winks at you. “It’s just a five minute walk!”

“A five minute walk?” You gawk incredulously, “If your house is so close to campus, why would you ever waste money getting student accommodation?” It fills you more with slight disgust at the wastefulness rather than jealousy.

Yeonjun huffs. “My parents said the same thing. But I wanted to have that uni experience, you know? Plus, I needed to be more independent. It’s a good thing. That student lifestyle, it’s pretty hard sometimes.”

“So…you've achieved this student lifestyle by moving five minutes away from your mansion into a luxury apartment?” Wow, this is certainly going on the list of out of touch things you’ve heard students say.

“Yep!” The confidence with which he answers is quite commendable.

“Oh, okay, so you’re paying for it yourself?” You don’t mean to pry, you’re just genuinely trying to understand a bit.

“No…my parents pay for it.”

You nod. “Right.”

“Oh! Would you like anything to drink or eat by the way?” Yeonjun politely offers you.

“Just some water is good.”

He grabs two high-end bottled waters from his high-end fridge too and passes one to you. “Here you go.”

“Thank you.” Both of you come to plop yourselves on his sofa. “But you cook?” You ask him assumedly.

“I don’t know how. But my chefs come from the house every morning to make me meals. It’s lovely.” He obliviously beams at you, lounging comfortably against the cushions, one arm draped across the backrest.

You just nod along at this point, sipping on your water. You noted chef was plural, but you’re not sure where the independence is. “Well, anyways,”

He sits up right again, shifting closer to you, a bit too close. “Yes! Let’s plan my event.”

“So,” you say, “any ideas?”

“I already know what I want to do.” He seems very proud of this. “Fashion is my passion. Hey, that rhymes. Maybe I could be a poet too.”

“Sure.” You say tiredly, waiting for him to tell you what he’s got planned.

“Flirty Fashion Workshop.” He stares back at you expectantly, smirking like he was expecting some sort of praise for this.

Your face scrunches up. “What the hell is a ‘Flirty Fashion Workshop’?”

Enthusiastically, yeonjun explains. “They’re sewing, I’m showing them how to use the sewing machine like this-” he leans into you, placing his hands over yours as if he were showing you how to work some phantom sewing machine, feeling his breath on your neck as he guides your hands.

“Okay, I didn’t need a personal demonstration on it.” You swat his arms away.

Yeonjun shrugs but winks cheekily at you once again. “Your loss. People pay for this, y’know?” Undeterred, he continues to explain more of his idea, “I’ll make step-by-step, visual demonstrations on how to make basic articles of clothing and they can decorate it however they want with different fabrics and beads and embroidery and creativeness. I’ll come around, helping and flirting, of course. Then, once everyone is done, we’ll have a little fashion show where everyone can model and show off their work! Isn’t that so great?”

You can see the appeal for it, from what you saw earlier, you have no doubt it’ll work and keep guests very satisfied. It’ll probably be a huge success. You nod at him. “Hm. What we need first is all the equipment and materials for this then.”

Yeonjun nods too. “I’ll ask to borrow all the sewing machines from the fashion department. We just need lots of textiles and fabric, threads, scissors, pins, beads, buttons, decorative materials, and other things.”

“Where should we get all of that from?” You query.

“We’ll buy it, of course. Taehyun made a spending card for the club. Off to the city centre!”

“After you.” Yeonjun gentlemanly opens the car door for you, rushing out of his to come around unnecessarily for yours.

The walk to the city centre was just under twenty minutes, but he had insisted on his chauffeur driving you both there anyway.

Yeonjun leads you to a bustling street with independent craft & art shops and fabric markets. The energy is so totally different compared to the commercial, homogeneous high streets you’d passed on the way, it’s bright and welcoming and filled with such unique characters of shops.

First, you buy lots and lots of fabric as you’ll be needing a lot of those. He seems to really be in his element, ecstatically showing you and speaking words about materials and their compositions only someone studying fashion would know, making you touch and feel them all too.

All of the vendors even seemed to recognise him, happily greeting and conversing with him, faces lighting up whenever he walked in, acting like he was some sort of long lost son of theirs whenever he stepped into a different shop. Yeonjun is very chatty, talking to them all for a while. One elderly woman even abandoned a conversation halfway with another customer just to pull yeonjun in for a hug and squeeze his cheeks. He’s not just famous in the host club, you observed.

You’re lugging along countless heavy bags of materials you’ll need for the workshop by now, shoulders and arms aching, you and yeonjun exhausted, hours blurred and overloaded by endless textiles. But it was a little fun, there’s a certain beauty in watching a person be passionate about something, oddly fascinating to follow yeonjun along.

You make one final stop to buy packs of sequins, and finally, you have all the equipment you need. Both of you make a turn on a street, noticing a brightly coloured ice cream shop. All the shopping, conversing and carrying must have clearly gotten to yeonjun, he’s drawn to it instantly like a moth to a flame, trudging you along with him, allowing you little time to protest.

He’s staring at the menu in deep concentration, brows furrowed but practically salivating. “Could I have the largest tub with one scoop of tiramisu and one scoop of rose please?”

You take a little longer to decide what you’ll like, settling on the smallest tub (it’s cheaper), and ordering a scoop of strawberry cheesecake and chocolate. Before you’re about to put your own card down, yeonjun dramatically steps in, practically shoving you out of the way and slamming his own down instead. “No. It’s on me, of course. A prince never lets anyone else pay.” He puts one hand to his heart, closing his eyes like he was reciting something religious.

“Oh, thank you.”

The ice cream scooper seems more affected by the gesture than you are, completely swooning at yeonjun. “Wow, what a gentleman!”

Yeonjun giggles at the compliment. “Hehe. Thank you!”

“You’re such a handsome young man. Ah, young love. Go on, i’ll give you both an extra scoop.” They lean in over the counter, hushing.

Yeonjun gasps. “You’re so kind! Thank you so much.”

Yeonjun is giggling, the scooper is giggling back too. You’re affronted by the whole exchange. Is life just this easily kind to Choi Yeonjun? But, you say your thanks too, not complaining about more ice cream for free. Everyone seems to be absolutely smitten by this dude’s charms. Sure, he’s attractive and he’s got great social skills, but people act like he’s above human. Are they seeing something you don’t?

Eventually, you can sit down at the tables, dropping the bags to your feet. You’re in a much better mood after sitting down and once you’re eating the well deserved ice cream, the creaminess and flavour melting on your tongue, plus the fact yeonjun paid for it is a great bonus, both of you happily talking more about yeonjun’s event between spoonfuls.

“Wanna try my tiramisu flavour? Say ahhh.” Yeonjun brings his spoon to you in an attempt to feed you, wriggling the spoon around your face, a generous scoop of pale brown ice cream perched upon it.

You flat out refuse, instead, bringing your own spoon to take a swipe of his yourself. “Mm. It’s good.”

Yeonjun watches you continue to eat without offering your own. “I wanna try the strawberry cheesecake one too.” Yeonjun leans forwards, tasting yours without asking. He’d taken quite a large amount too. “Mmh! This is yummy! I must get this next time.”

“Hey, I never said you could try mine.”

“Let’s take pics of our date.” Yeonjun ignores your complaining, getting out his phone and taking a series of selfies with you.

You stop and stare at him across from you before you can take another spoon of ice cream. “It’s not a date.”

Yeonjun shrugs again, unbothered. “Did you know I have seventy percent request rate?People would pay a lot to go on an ice cream date with me.”

You set down your spoon in the tub, reminded of something you wanted to ask. You don’t get it. “Why would you make a host club when you don’t need any of the money?”

“I love entertaining people. It’s my thing. I’m good at it.” He’s not looking at you, his brows are furrowed as he tries to fish out the last bits of his rose ice cream from the edges. You’d noticed he furrowed his brows a lot when concentrating on something.

“Fair enough.” You nod in understanding, you can’t deny that. From today alone you’ve witnessed just how many people he can amuse. It seemed people easily gravitated towards choi yeonjun.

“But also I don’t have any siblings.” He pulls his full lips into a slight pout, continuing, brows further furrowed, “I always wanted one, so many of them actually. I kept begging but my parents didn’t want any more. And it got pretty lonely when they were overseas so often. I’ve always wondered what it felt like to have siblings. Now I’ve got them!”

It’s your turn to furrow your eyebrows. “By…making a host club?”

“It’s something I’ve always wanted to do. I personally sought out all the members myself. Now, they’re all like my four brothers! I cherish them and the club a lot. It’s very important to me. They’re my family.” Yeonjun warmly beams.

He has that glint in his eyes from earlier on when you were in the fabric markets, and like before, you can’t bring yourself to actually hate on it, he’s clearly passionate and sincere about it, so you just hum in agreement.

“That’s actually…sorta nice, still bizarre though.”

Yeonjun grins. “Did that woo you?”

“No.”

You’re back in yeonjun’s studio apartment. It’s completely dark outside by now, the city skyline view from his big windows look different after the sun had set, now it’s all just lots of constellations of scattered lights. You sit on one end of yeonjun’s sofa in the living room with the warm glow of orange and amber lamps he’d put on instead of his main lights, playing low music in the background from his turntable, the ambience nice to focus in.

Yeonjun is on the opposite end of the sofa, a large sketch pad sitting on his lap as he draws out the step-by-step demonstrations for the simple garments, you can hear his constant scribbling from his pencil meeting paper too. You are on your laptop, currently focused on the duration and structure of what should be happening in the workshop and making a small slideshow for it.

“Does it look fine?” Yeonjun lifts his sketch pad for you to see the diagrams.

You scan the illustrations briefly. “Mhm. They’re easy to follow.”

You continue typing. By the time you finish the final slide, your shoulders ache slightly from hunching over the laptop. You lean back against the sofa, stretching your limbs, eyes drifting to the other side of the sofa. Yeonjun is still sketching, completely absorbed, eyebrows characteristically drawn together as he focuses, lips in a slight duck-like pout and his blonde hair now having more of the resemblance of honey under the colours of the lamps.

“Done admiring me? Daydreaming about kissing me?” Yeonjun looks up, lazily grinning as he notices your stare.

You heavily roll your eyes at him. “You’re not my type.”

“I’m everyone’s type.” He confidently states. You shake your head, sighing out at his ego, but he starts again, “Hey, you’re the one who picked me as the most handsome.” Yeonjun puffs out his chest, still pleased by that.

“Yeah, under duress. I only picked you because your name was the first I remembered.”

For some reason, he remains proud. “So what you’re saying is that I’m very memorable.”

You drop your head back against the sofa and the wall behind you. “Lord…”

“You’re bluffing. Bet you do actually daydream about kissing me.” Yeonjun goads. “I wouldn’t blame you.”

You snort. “Kissing? You wish.”

He places his sketch pad away from his lap and onto the part of the sofa next to him, smirking at you. “Oh, I do wish.”

You narrows your eyes at him. “Really? What about?”

He cockily moves and leans forwards, coming close to your face, his stupid smirk never leaving, humoured. “Lots and lots of things.”

You know he enjoys flirting without you doing anything back, meaninglessly flirting with you countless of times today without you reacting. You know he gets a kick out of it, so you decide to retaliate back this time, having had enough of it. If Yeonjun wants to play this game so badly, then maybe it's time somebody plays it back. You’ll see what he does then.

“You know what I think?” You grab him by the collar of his shirt, pulling his face even closer to yours, grinning yourself and making your voice sultry sounding. “I think you’re all talk. Bet you couldn’t actually even kiss me.”

He instantly pulls his face away, flustered, shocked by what you say, eyes wide, not expecting you to say something like that back to him. Especially since you hadn’t entertained anything else he’d said this entire day. “What?” Yeonjun’s face flushes immediately, turning unmistakably bright, beet red from his neck and ears too. His mouth clamps shut. And for perhaps the first time since meeting him, yeonjun seems quite speechless. The legendary flirt of the host club couldn't handle being flirted with back, he was accustomed to being the one in control of every conversation.

There’s an attempt to regain his composure though, clearing his throat and trying to confidently smile back. “I could and I would. Do you want me to?”

“Yeah. Go on then.” You challenge him, chin raised high, poking the bear with a stick.

He’s not sure if you’re serious, and yeonjun hesitates. “Fine.” He leans in, face close to yours again, staring at you falteringly with his narrowed feline eyes, but trying to make it seem formidable. Close enough once more that you can see the mole next to his eye, see the shadows the dark warm lighting casts on his cheek bones, making them that much more prominent, and smell the faint scent of his expensive cologne. You’re equally staring back with heated, daring eyes. You’re so sure you’ve won. He’s not going to do it. It’s all just talk.

Your eyes flicker down to his pouty lips, his rich, cushiony lips. They had such a pretty, distinctive shape to them that you’ve never seen before. For a small second, you wonder what they’d feel like against yours if he did actually lean in more, but you shake it away. Are you slowly being charmed too? Has he put a spell on you? Is this how he does it?

At last, yeonjun draws back, running a hand through his hair.

You’re just about to laugh in victory, knowing he’s lost, knowing his words hold no meaning to them, but then, yeonjun suddenly surges forwards, grabbing your face. His mouth mushes with yours fiercely and you gasp into it, startled. You find your lips move back with his, perhaps you’ll still win if you’re not the first to break away.

Both of you continue kissing for a long time, mouths sliding together, teeth over lips, taking it in turns to suck his bottom lip, then his upper lip. You don’t know if this is still part of the game but it’s starting to feel less significant as time goes on and your lips meet again and again, colliding with soft breaths. You’re enjoying it, yeonjun’s heavenly lips feel good on yours. You definitely feel like you’re under a spell right now, all almost hypnotic. Maybe he’s a witch. You’d like to believe that more than any of this being of your own will.

Barely an inch separates when you both pull apart for some air. Yeonjun is staring at you, entranced and dishevelled with rosy cheeks. His usually perfect hair has fallen into his eyes, and his plush lips were beyond swollen and tinted so red, all the blood vessels rupturing there from your kissing and biting. His breathing is totally uneven. The image and how stark it is makes your stomach flip and flutter.

Then, you’re kissing him again.

You’re touching and gripping onto each other’s bodies in different places as you continue to make out. Your lips reach yeonjun’s angular jaw, then down, brushing against the warm skin of his neck, leaving kisses and still being able to smell his lingering, delicious cologne that’s been able to last the whole day. He lets you, tipping his head back as his eyes flicker closed and his hold on your waist tightens.

Playfully, your hand reaches down to stroke his thigh and then his crotch, grinding the palm against the hardening dick in his pants. You like leading the whole of this, it’s amusing. Yeonjun goes completely still with a sharp, shaky intake of breath, mouth falling open. But just as you’re about to pull his dick out to actually touch him, his hand slaps against your wrist, stopping you. “N-no. Let me.”

You tilt your head. “Huh?”

“Let me eat you out.”

Wow. You thought yeonjun would just want to get his dick wet. He certainly looks like he needs a hand wrapped around it right now, but he’s offering to tend to you instead.

You shrug. “Okay.” You’re definitely not one to complain. So, you lie on your back for him.

Yeonjun sheds off all the articles of clothing of your lower half, grabbing the back of your knees to push you closer to him on the sofa. He spreads your legs, his sharp eyes heavily lidded at the sight, practically salivating. “Pretty…”

He wastes no time in diving into your pussy immediately, shoving his face in and licking up a long stripe of your cunt, before completely messily making out with your pussy, groaning and grunting against you, holding onto the flesh of your thighs tighter. You satisfyingly sigh out at the dim ceiling your eyes are fixed on before closing your eyes all together, biting your lip.

You grab ahold of yeonjun’s hair, fingers threading through the soft messy blonde locks and tugging just hard enough to make noises escape his throat in response.

Yeonjun attaches his perfect pretty lips to your clit, sucking, suctioning so vigorously until the bundle of nerves are even puffier than his lips. They feel even better on your clit, like they’re made just for that. He focuses completely on your pleasure, furrowing his brows as he eats you out, humming and whining and groaning, licking and sucking. The sounds of him smothered in your pussy are so audible, taking over the music still playing on the record player, and so obscene, so wet, you can only oddly describe it as if yeonjun is hungrily devouring a bowl of ramen, enthusiastically slurping and inhaling it all.

“Am I finally pleasing you? Weren’t pleased with anything I was doing before.” Yeonjun lifts his head up to look at you desperately and obsessively. He clearly takes this very seriously, intent on making you feel good.

“Mmh, sure. Keep going.” You don’t really care for anything he’s saying, barely listening, you’re nearly reaching the edge, so you grab more of a fistful of his hair, grinding down on his face. You guess he wasn’t wrong about being good at entertaining people.

Knowing you’re close, yeonjun brings his signet ringed fingers to your hole, quickly fucking them into you and lapping at your clit with his tongue, flicking over and over again, your slick gushing out as he does this. It manages to bring you over, thighs clenching around his face and cumming all on him. You moan out loud and so does yeonjun at the view of you orgasming, nuzzling into your cunt further and licking up everything you give out.

Eventually, he lifts up from between your legs, your juices coating all around his enlarged lips, that they look like he put on some kind of really shiny plumping lip gloss. With a happy, drowsy smile, yeonjun licks it all off around his mouth. Then, licks his fingers clean off too, his family heirloom ring, dripping in your cum. Usually effortlessly confident yeonjun, looks incapable of forming any actual thought.

“Fuck me.” You tell him, looking down at the way his dick is practically crying to be let out of his pants, slight patch of precum dribbled out on it. You pull his zipper down, freeing his dick and pumping his achy red, leaky cock, rubbing your thumb over the tip and swiping at the fluid on his sensitive slit. Yeonjun curses, hips bucking and mouth hanging open, blissed out at the stimulation.

“Fuck you? Sure…Yeah… I-i can do that.” Yeonjun breathes out, so far gone already.

“You want to make me feel good, don’t you?” You spread your legs again, holding his gaze.

“Yes.” It seems to snap whatever restraint he has left. Yeonjun quickly goes to grab condoms from somewhere, nearly knocking something over in the process. When he finally gets ahold of one, he comes back, tearing the packet open with his teeth in a rush. Which you’ll admit, does something to you.

He frantically pushes the condom onto his cock, and you can only describe yeonjun’s face as purely debauched after he lines up his swollen fat tip to your pussy and pushes in, bottoming out completely, your walls sucking and swallowing him in so good, filling you up so good, both of you gutturally groaning. “Oh my g-ughh…” He moans every single time he pushes back in, mouth slack, long pretty whines and cries escaping him.

You wrap your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer and sheathing his dick deeper into you. Your hands slide up his back, digging your nails into the muscles there and yeonjun’s eyes nearly roll to the back of his head at that. It’s not long at all until yeonjun just completely loses himself in the feeling of you, his thrusts quickly building up in speed, slamming his hips harder and deeper, erratically.

He’s so unrhythmic with it, sloppily still trying to fuck you as his brain turns to absolute mush, he can barely do it, his pretty lips staying parted with how delirious he is. Yeonjun’s hips are practically shaking with every roll and you think he might actually fall on top of you. He tries to hold onto you, face falling into the crook of your neck, biting down there, utterly wrecked, drooling all on your neck now with muffled moans and groans.

You’ve had enough of his dumb useless rutting, growing tired of the position. You roughly pull at his hair to bring his face back up and away from your neck. He looks at you practically cross-eyed, slurring. “Shit, you can’t even fuck me. Pull out.” You tell him.

Yeonjun panics, confused, shaking his head. “Huh? What-please, please.”

“Just pull out.”

He does as you say, whining and wailing at you like a hurt animal. You roll your eyes at his dramatics, shoving him down onto the sofa instead. “Calm down. I’m fucking you myself.”

“No, I-i can fuck you. ‘m sorry. I can do it.” Yeonjun tries to beg, profusely apologising, not wanting to feel useless to you, wanting to make you feel good, tears appearing in the waterline of his eyes from how muddled his mind is.

“Sssh. It’s okay.” You stuff two of your fingers into his mouth to shut him up, but also, wanting to watching him suck your fingers because you’re weirdly fixated on his gorgeously shaped, plump lips now. The sight of him sucking with sparkly tearful eyes is so hot and debasing.

Pulling your fingers out of his mouth, you straddle yeonjun, grabbing his dick. You place it at your entrance and unceremoniously sit down on the whole of his dick fast in one go, taking him all in to the hilt, until your hips meet his. It knocks the air out of yeonjun, theatrically throwing his head back and it has you sighing in pleasure at having his cock inside you again, stretched out at a more delicious angle.

“You need me to fuck you, baby. Don’t you?” You hold onto his abdomen, swivelling your hips around him and then beginning to ride him as yeonjun moans and mewls out so brazenly loud.

“Yeahyeah-mmm.” Yeonjun is fickle as shit, not complaining at all once he feels your pussy, in fact, he likes it more now since he’s not doing any of the work.

You lift yourself off and slam back down, bouncing on him faster and faster at an unrelenting pace and yeonjun just lays there underneath you, looking pretty and almost doll-like with his blushed cheeks and glossed lips in the shape of an ‘o’, happily taking it all in pure ecstasy, tongue lolling out and contently moaning high pitched like a girl.

You can’t help but chuckle at the view of yeonjun beneath you, brushing a strand of damp hair from his sweat-beaded forehead. “You’re more like a princess than a prince, yeonjun. Maybe you should be the princess’s host club instead.”

You thought he might objectify but yeonjun just mindlessly nods. “Kay…long as you’re still fucking me.”

You giggle, bringing your hand to the side of his hot face, stroking your thumb sweetly on his cheek. “You like being taken care of by me?”

Yeonjun nods, leaning into your touch, purring like a cat. “Uh huh.”

You can feel yeonjun’s dick twitching uncontrollably inside of you. “Aww, princess, are you close?” You teasingly coo.

Yeonjun helplessly whimpers. “Yes, so close. Kiss me.”

You tut at him. “You’re not even going to ask nicely? What a spoilt princess.” But you do it anyway, leaning down, capturing his addictive lips with yours, kissing him hungrily, filthily, tongues tangling and swirling together as you ruthlessly ride him, both your brains clouded up by the other, sucking on his tongue nastily too. You clench down on yeonjun’s cock purposefully and he satisfyingly cries into your mouth, you swallowing down all his needy sounds.

You continue to bounce wetly on yeonjun’s girthy cock, going up and down at a mercilessly cruel speed as it creates sticky squelchy sounds, fucking the life out of him whilst his cries accelerate, your ass smacking his full balls every single time, grabbing his shoulders hard to hold onto as you do this, intent on reaching both your highs.

“Ohhhmy god. I’m cummingg!” Yeonjun cums first with garbled, mangled, pornographic whines, spilling his seed and filling the condom with his white gooey substance, back lifting off the sofa and arching as he sees stars everywhere. He pants and heaves, throwing an arm over his face at the overwhelming sensation, trying to come back down to earth, going boneless, feeling like a pile of nothingness, like melted ice cream in the sun.

You continue to use his spent dick and yeonjun just lets you, his lips bitten raw, so close to your own orgasm too, so in reach as you keep jumping on his cock hard, reaching up in a gummy spot inside of you, prodding it every time so good, eyes squeezed shut in complete bliss, sweating so much, thighs aching. You don’t stop though, bringing your hand to rub at your clit too and you’re quickly able to let go, cumming around yeonjun’s throbbing overstimulated dick. You stay there, riding the after waves of it, slowly still moving on yeonjun’s cock, trying to prolong it until you can’t anymore and it stops feeling good.

You collapse on top of yeonjun’s body, utterly exhausted, allowing him to weakly grab and cling onto you as you both drift off.

“Shit, yeonjun. Wake up.” You attempt to shake yeonjun.

The both of you had managed to pass out on the sofa until the next day after the event planning had very abruptly turned into something else entirely. And now, you’re running a little bit late to set everything up for the workshop, neither of you remembering to set an alarm.

Yeonjun stirs in his sleep but doesn’t wake up, pouting with knitted eyebrows.

“Yeonjun.” You shake his shoulders more aggressively, shoving him.

“It’s too early.” He whines.

“No it’s not. Check your phone.”

He groans, but reaches over to grab his phone, checking the time with one eye open, dragging a hand down his face. “Ugh. We have to go already.”

“Yeah.”

He gets up and so do you, quickly getting ready the best you can, grabbing the bundles and armfuls of supplies of everything you need and running over to the host club room.

Both of you rush to get everything prepared, checking the number of attendees, placing all the supplies each person and table will need, such as needles, measuring tapes, embroidery, fabric, scissors, pins. You make sure the screen and PowerPoint is up and ready. Yeonjun had gone to the printer to make individual copies of the demonstrations so everyone has one on a table. The sewing machines also needed to be carried one by one, all the way from the fashion department building and back to where the host club room is, which takes a considerably long time and effort. By the fifth trip, your arms genuinely felt like they were going to fall off and slither to the ground.

The room was finally ready, guests would start arriving any minute. You collapse into a chair, yeonjun dropping down on the one next to you.

And the event goes satisfyingly well. As you had expected, the guests love the idea, following the steps and learning how to sew simple clothes, particularly loving when yeonjun comes around to flirt individually and help with the sewing machines, giggling and blushing into their sleeves. As the assistant, you go around table to table, checking in and giving extra supplies when guests need them, making sure everything is running and working the presentation on the projector as yeonjun confidently talks and teaches. You have to admit, It feels nice and rewarding to watch the whole event actually come to together, seeing everyone enjoy it after planning it for a long while yesterday.

Yeonjun insists on you being his model, wanting to make a top fitted for your measurements.

You groan. “Why do I have to be it, though? There’s plenty people who would love to be your model.”

“You’re my assistant, so you’re my model. Plus, you’re gorgeous enough.” Yeonjun deviously winks, corners of his mouth curling upwards as his eyes rake over you.

You shake your head and defeatedly sigh. You thought his flirting would stop after you had retaliated back, but he’s flirting even more so.

You don’t have much of a choice in being his model, so you stand before him, letting him get to work. You get to see his fashion designing skills in action. He’s very focused, it’s a little endearing, measuring tape draped around his neck, pin held between his lips, catty eyes squinted in concentration. Yeonjun measures, cuts, sews, creating the top and then decorating it. It’s a very pretty beaded, well fitted top with a gaping heart hole. There’s tiny red crystals, sequins and beads on the edges of the heart, cascading downwards like dripping blood, elegant and slightly unsettling. He even manages to make one for himself in the short time frame, making a matching one with a similar concept for himself. His featuring a similar heart motif, though slightly larger, with black crystal embellishments spreading across the chest like fractured veins.

Once everyone is done creating their pieces, there’s loud music playing on speakers as everybody shows off what they made, walking down the makeshift platformed stage acting as a runway, all the guests cheerfully, clapping and supporting each other, the lovely atmosphere is quite infectious. Yeonjun grabs your wrist to walk down the runway together, yeonjun ridiculously posing, hands on his hips, flicking nonexistent long hair as guests scream and whistle so concerningly loud, losing their minds. You do the same, posing too, actually having fun as yeonjun does jazz hands around you.

The aftermath of the event looks significantly less glamorous, the room is a beyond mess, looking like some sort of natural disaster had taken place in it, and unfortunately, both you and yeonjun have to be the ones to tidy and put everything away. The sewing machines nearly killing you off yet again when you have to return them all back to their long journey home.

“Ice cream?” Yeonjun suggests once you’re finally done with clearing the room, panting and sweat ridden from all those cursed sewing machines.

“Yes.” You immediately agree, tired eyes lighting up, wiping sweat off your forehead yourself.

You don’t bring yourself to complain about getting yeonjun’s chauffeured car to the ice cream shop now, despite how within walking distance it is, every muscle in your body so sore. You order the tiramisu flavour and yeonjun gets the strawberry cheesecake, swapping ice creams, having liked what the other got more last time.

Yeonjun jokingly offers you a scoop of his ice cream again to feed it to you, holding it out across the table for you. “Say ahh.”

You narrow your eyes, but challengingly accept, eating it just to watch the shocked expression appear on yeonjun’s face as he hadn’t expected you to actually let him feed you. But then, the stunned reaction changes, the idiot is glowing, widely smiling.

“You’re helping with soobin’s event tomorrow.” Yeonjun says after a bit, resting his chin in his hands and smiling at you across the table.

You had almost forgotten that this wasn’t the end, and only the start. Four more events remained, and four more hosts. The thought alone was exhausting. Tomorrow would be soobin's event and you had absolutely no idea what it would involve.

“Hopefully, you don’t like him as much as you like me.” Yeonjun jokes, but keeps his eyes still lingering on you, something almost faintly wistful about it, though he’s still smiling.

Now that you’ve come to think of it, you’ll never likely be working with yeonjun again after this, feeling the tiniest bit melancholic about it. But you snort anyway. “Who said I liked you?”

“You have to have liked me a little, otherwise sleeping with me would have been a very strange decision on your part.” Yeonjun raises a brow at you, grin only deepening.

You burst into laughter despite yourself, and so does yeonjun.

“Unless,” he adds, placing a hand over his chest in wounded exaggeration, “the sex was so bad and you like me even less now, which would be quite sad.” A dramatic pout pulls at yeonjun’s lips.

As bizzare as yeonjun is, you supposed you get how people can be charmed and pulled in by this man now, because you do find you’re no different than anybody else who likes him anymore.

Please actually reblog !!!!!! and leave comments !!!! guys if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated and so nice tysm !<3🙏💕🌷It’s incredibly discouraging and disappointing when fics have such little reblogs. At least send an anon in the inbox if you don’t want to rb, don’t just like. Feedback is always appreciated it makes writers want to actually write more :)

A/n: I’m so sorry if this is shit and everyone hates it 🤣🤣 Im too scared to read it all back and then change it all and never post it 🤣🤣 i kinda hate this sm. yes I am aware the ending is so poorly written 🤣 Ughh i do have a love hate relationship w this bc I do feel I could have done it wayy better but I just don’t think I would have ever actually posted it so I’m making my peace. but ayyy yeonjun debut on my blog ! I actually have another fic idea for jjun that I want to write so badly too

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THE RAIN WAS POURING HEAVILY WHEN YOU HEARD CONTINUOUS LOUD BANGS ON YOUR DOOR. It was already two in the morning, and as far as your calendar is concerned, you are not scheduled to receive any packages tonight. Thunder claps in the sky, sending chills down your spine before you reluctantly head to the door, wearing nothing but your pajamas.

Your secluded clinic was profusely guarded; so there was no need to worry as no alarms were triggered upon the person's arrival. Turning the main light on, you began to unlatch the heavy locks. It revealed one of your boss’s allocated hunters, all drenched in rain, with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Fresh catch needs your chill pills, lady,” He went straight to the point, shivering before making himself at home in the reception of your clinic. A grimace forms on your lips when he starts to leave muddy footprints on the freshly mopped floor, even sitting in one of the cushions despite how wet he is.

Keeping your professional stance, you gave him a forced smile. “Where is it?” You then turned outside, only to see his van recklessly parked in your driveway. He then throws his keys, obviously has no plans on going back in the teeming rain.

Eager to finish the job early, you grabbed the umbrella in the corner to fetch the said catch. Having no idea what it is, your heartbeat starts to accelerate. This has been your life for almost three years now—you, a freshly graduated veterinary student who was drowning in debt, recruited to be the hybrid specialist in one of the biggest animal traffickers in the black market.

It was relatively lightweight—they provide you a hybrid to fix, you treat them as if they are good as new, and then you let them sell it to God knows who, where, or how. But, if you were given a choice, you would rather live paycheck to paycheck than carry the guilt for these hybrids over and over again.

Of course, you have never lived a day that there is no glimpse of fear in your chest. Your existence in this situation is illegal; there is no doubt that you could go to jail—or worse, revoke your medical license. Moreso, it has always been against your moral judgment to extract these hybrids out of their natural habitat, more so, let them be held by people in power who regard them as mere objects or prized possessions.

But, left with nothing but a five percent commission and a daily dose of blackmailing, you are still stuck here. You shook those thoughts out of your head before clicking the car’s keys. Letting the automatic backdoor open itself to reveal what you are going to work with.

Despite the darkness and the rain's thick fog, you are able to see a dark haired male hybrid, lean body cramped on the van’s interior. He is in a cuff, obviously under deep sedation with how low his head was hanging.

But what caught your attention was that his whole body is covered in dark bruises, and his face is decorated with scratches and small bleeding spots. You winced at the sight of the hybrid, immediately running back to ask for assistance from the arrogant hunter in your clinic.

After a successful transfer, you finally took a clear glance at the hybrid who is now lying on a vacant bed. The first thing you were fixated on was his unique and overly tantalizing features—in short, he is much more good-looking than other hybrids you have encountered. Pale pouty lips, noticeable gray highlights in his dripping strands, and his sharp yet rounded face complement his adoring complexity.

And, of course, the overbearing sight of the darkened bruises in his beautifully marbled grey-scaled skin alongside his wet, ruined clothes became the highlight of his whole appearance.

“A python…” You whispered to yourself, fingers glazing into his textured skin, “What happened to him?” The hunter scoffed at your inquiry, clutching his keys on the table as he started to back away.

“All I know is that his pathetic weakass lost a mating match,” The man cackled, playing with his keys before fishing a perfume-like bottle from his pocket. “Use this if he ever wakes up grumpy. Also, here is the key to his cuff.” He grinned, now standing by the doorway, giving you no chance to ask any more questions.​

“Where did he—”

“Boss needs him in three days. Pronto.”

The next thing you heard was the loud shut of the door. The phyton hybrid violently shook in the bed, still unconscious, with his breaths getting slower and slower. As a precaution, you dragged two fingers to check the pulse in his neck, but a harsh grip stopped your wrist.

An audible gasp left you, lips trembling before you turned to face him. The blood in your face nearly drained when you noticed how different his eyes were. His grey pupils have vertical slits—and they were throwing fired-up daggers at your hand in the air. The python seemed to be discordant, chest unevenly heaving with his nose puffing in spite, as if he were sniffing every drip of your sweat.

Your heart was thumping at a rapid speed, partly in awe of how soft his pale scales are in your skin but mostly because he carries an ominous, dooming aura that you cannot just belittle. His now fully awake presence has wrecked your nerves on a whole other level. And that alone made him totally different from all the hybrids you have encountered.

As if there is something uncanny about him that keeps your brain pacing in anticipation.

“I am here to help…” Your voice is above a whisper, anxiously gulping when you hear him hiss. “This is a clinic, and I am a specialized veterinarian…” His eyes turned to your figure the moment you said who you were. He gazed at you from head to toe for ample minutes before hesitantly lowering his grip on your wrist.

The hybrid then gave his attention to his cuffed hands, brows knitting together as if he was mystified by the object restricting his wrist. “Oh, right, yes…” You blew a deep breath before fetching the key to his lock.

Back now facing him, you silently wished that he was just another hybrid that you could easily treat and forget. This is not the appropriate place where you could form any attachment to anything. Your line of work simply does not involve you as a person with feelings.

That includes whatever your mind is suggesting, which is wholly irrational to every extent.

You might be overthinking and going beyond everything, but living in total isolation with nothing but hybrids that come and go and occasional visits from the hunters has really made your brain rot with ideas you should not have. Gripping the edge of the table, you tried to go back to your senses, still looking for the key the hunter left.

However, the python, who was too eager and curiously sticking his nose into the whole new environment, followed your figure. You vigorously flinched the moment his wet body was pressed on your back, twisting within seconds as your body's automated defense to create a small space between the two of you.

“Wait in the—Shit!”

Out of pure shock, you accidentally hit the glass bottle that the hunter left, the ear-reeching sound of broken glass echoing through the room. A thick musky scent with a hint of sweet, tingling vanilla filled the room, causing him to inhale purposely. The smell was eerily familiar, and it itches your brain to remember the curriculum you learned as this is something you have read as a student.

You observed his questionable actions, gathering some hint to support the hunch forming in your head, intently looking up since he is much taller than you are. His sharp gaze is focused on the cracked bottle, while his entire body seems to be perplexingly tense and radiating with burning heat.

“Please step back.” Your palms landed on his chest, now feeling how much fire is raging on his body. You flinched the moment he hissed again, beads of sweat forming on his forehead despite the coldness of the weather. Anxiety simmered in your chest when he didn't budge, pupils now focused on your fright-laden face.

“Can you understand me?” The words coming from you are almost inaudible, internally panicking when he begins to occupy the tiny bit of space that separates your bodies. Your ass soon hits the table, now stuck between him and the furniture. The hybrid gave you a short nod, his eyes darting down to your quivering lips.

Knees shaking, you still tried to create a minimal distance, but he just won't cooperate. There is no doubt that he is much stronger than you are, even in his wounded state. And the subtle changes in his actions are alarmingly obvious; his breathing becomes ragged, slitted eyes darkly diluted, and his scaled, bruised skin is beyond boiling point.

Then, you finalized your train of thought with an absurd conclusion of where those could lead, and it only made your thumping heart more giddy as it is. Neither of you made a move, almost like the time stopped ticking for a brief moment.

Your brain—even in the midst of malfunctioning—tried to recall if you retained the right information about reptiles and their seasonal heat.

It is something that is out of your field. But as a veterinarian, of course, you still have an idea how to handle situations like this. Nothing out of the ordinary. You just to mend the hybrid who needs assistance, much as your professional help in relation to the matter.

You could almost hear his exhales lingering in your ears, and he occupying your space almost feels natural now. “It's—” Your voice hitched when he felt himself closer, leaving your whole body rigid. “It’s the pheromone perfume, right?” A small smile crept on his lips, nodding in an approving manner that left you momentarily confused.

Pheromone perfumes are not made to calm down reptile hybrids—what it does is the exact opposite. It stimulates the testosterone of the male pythons and acts as a sex attractant to signal receptivity.

This could only mean that the hunter had you in a setup the moment he brought the hybrid into your facility. And, you were too gullible to realize the trap he perfectly curated.

Or, the hunter is as clueless as you are to believe that this perfume is made to soothe reptiles in heat. In this field of work, any reason is almost possible, and they have made it clear that you are in no position to question it.

You are still deliberating the whole situation in your head when the hybrid leans in, the tip of his nose almost brushing into the curve of your neck. Your shoulder stiffened at the proximity, goosebumps scattered through your muddled system. “Hang on—” The grasp you have on his chest grew firmer, squirming under his caging torso.

“I am not…” Your lips parted when his hot breath fanned your exposed skin, unconsciously dipping your head to give him more space. “That kind of doctor…” The words hung in the air for a couple of seconds before he pressed a soft peck on your neck, urging your body to shrink within the contact.

Unsure if he understood what you had said, you tried to give him another push, but he just pulled the fabric of your pajamas as a gentle warning. You whined at his warmth, cheeks heating up as you felt him grin within your skin. The hybrid soon began peppering your skin with quick, impatient kisses, somehow telling you that he gave no bother if you were not the one who could appropriately accommodate him.

The anticipation in your chest was replaced with anxiety, unaware that the perfume had an immediate effect on the reptile. His cuffed hands start to tamper with your damp shirt, hastily planning to unbutton your top, which you tried to resist by wiggling your body.

“This is not—”

“I don't care.” Every neuron of your brain melts down at his raspy, strained voice, trailing off midway as if he is unclear of what to say, “You are a doctor. And, I need your help. Now.”

“No, a veteri—”

Nuzzling your neck further, the hybrid once again managed to stop you from talking. Another whine came from your throat, rumbling quietly as you kept reminding yourself that this should not happen. A part of you wants to help him, only because it is part of your sacred oath to help and treat patients in their demise. However, you have never encountered something like this in your whole life, to the point that it is almost impossible for you to think that this is actually happening.

Your evident hesitation made the hybrid step back an inch away to stare and read what is on your mind. It gave you a short moment to finally uncuff him, gently handling the metal dangling from his wrist. After letting you do your job, his lips are once again latched to your skin, unable to keep his mouth to himself for a few seconds. He flicked his forked tongue, licking a clean stripe into your jaw, with one of his arms snaking around your waist to bring you closer. Prickling sensation fills your nerves, merely frustrated with how you could feel your own body betraying your logical sense of reasoning.

It is unjust to give in to what he craves. That is not how it works. But you also cannot leave him hanging, not when his whole system was already clouded with the wildering effects of pheromones.

More so, you cannot deny that the taste of temptation has been numbing your rational state.

“I’ll—” You faltered in your reply, whimpers occasionally leaving your lips as his tongue began to slither near your ear. “I will help you…” His slitted eyes lit up at your response, making your heart leap. “But only if you let me treat you first.”

His lips tilted into a smirk, as if he was amused at your proposed condition. “That could wait.”

You barely registered his sudden change of demeanor when the hybrid hurriedly lifted you up in his arms, your legs clinging to him in an instant. Your fogged brain starts to override itself, trying to grasp any memory or information you have retained involving reptiles. Agitation runs through your veins, questioning the decisions that led you to this situation. And, the thick bulge bumping into your sex just adds more terror to your wrecked nerves.

Mind convulsing in nervousness, you were heedfully shocked when the python placed you in your bed. You stared at him in confusion, not knowing how he managed to map out your clinic and find your bedroom.

He offered a proud smile, both arms flexed into your sides as he once again terrorized your space. “I followed the trace of your scent.” The hybrid answered without being asked, lips trailing into your jaw.

His one hand travelled to cup your cheek, firmly holding your face before you finally felt his chapped lips above yours. Eagerness was oozing at his every move, hissing at the slightest touch of your delicate lips into his crippled ones. A wince even left him the moment you returned the kiss, accidentally bumping into one of his cuts.

You tried to pull away, but his grip on your jaw only grew tighter. Teeth hovering your bottom lip with ease the moment you opened your mouth for him. He swallowed every sound that came from your throat, nibbling your lips until it was all swollen. His rushed kisses drown your crumbling mind, almost flying out of your consciousness when his large palm flies to your thighs.

The heat of his skin directly sent waves of sensation to your core, whining softly when his tongue began to infiltrate the corners of your mouth. Your thighs clamped together when his other hand went to your nape, pressing his lips into yours like he intends to inhale every breath you take.

Your lungs start to burn from the lack of air, weak hands scratching his scaled skin. The hybrid seems to understand your plea, breaking the kiss before licking the remnants of your drool on his bottom lip.

After a deep sigh, your palms instinctively raise to at least maintain a small distance. “I do not know—” The hybrid chuckled at your attempt, brushing up his hair before lowering down your hands.

“Don't humor me. You know exactly what I need.”

You cannot tear your eyes away from him, not now that he looks absolutely magnificent while he undresses himself, revealing his toned stomach tainted with the perfect gradient of grey and black. It revealed more bruises in his body, some in the process of healing, while others are still in a bright shade of purple.

“Right, I should remove yours, too,” He mumbled, tone in a demeaning manner as if you are now under his mercy. Lost in a trance, you were bewildered by how fast he managed to unbutton each of your shirt's buttons. He whistled at the sight of your fully exposed chest, fingers playing in the hem of your shorts.

“Ass up, doctor.” The hybrid's dubious motives tripled the dozens of questions in your head, but your body still complied with his needs. In one swift pull, he managed to peel off your shorts and undergarments, leaving you almost naked in front of him.

Out of intuition, both of your hands went to cover your bare, wet cunt, ears heating up in embarrassment. He shook his head in disapproval, clutching your wrist carefully as he removed your makeshift cover. “There is no need to be shy about it,” The python spoke, grinning at the view of your pussy dripping into the sheets. “We really have that effect on mere humans.”

Your disoriented state was evident in your body language; your eyes blinked rapidly while your face was tinted red. He seems to notice them, lips tugging as he enjoys your dilemma. “It's Yeonjun,” He said, leaning towards your body, causing you to move backward. You hummed in response, unaware of what he meant.

“Yeonjun.” He paused, a mocking smile hanging on his lips, “It's the name you might want to scream.”

Mouth hanging in awe, your pussy thumped at the way he speaks. A sly smile was plastered on his lips, obviously liking your every reaction. “Again, no need to be shy, your kind tends to be loud when it comes to this—to us,” He continued, now busy with the garters of his pants. You swallowed a heavy lump before taking a proper look between his legs.

There is no need to question him; the huge bulge poking in his crotch is all the answer you needed. You could not help but picture his size in order for it to be bulging like that, as if it could rip the fabric of his pants just to be freed.

But nothing could have prepared you for what the python has been keeping in his pants, your thighs instinctively closing themselves at the sight presented in front of you. Yeonjun hissed the moment his sweats fell to the ground, revealing two leaking girthy cocks dangling in his body.

“Oh my God, are those—!”

“I told you you would be screaming,” He cackled, gradually making his way into your cramped figure, hovering your body in a beat. “And as always, I am right.” He whispered in your ear, leaving you all sensitive to the adrenaline rush he is sending to your body.

Your mind wants to focus on his lips brushing on your earlobe, but you cannot just ignore the warm, heavy cocks resting beside your thigh. Anxiety once again swarmed in your stomach, not because there are two cocks that could penetrate you any moment now, but because they are also long and thick, with their length only a handspan away from his knees.

How in many combined worlds will you make the two of them fit?!

“Come,” He urged, pushing off the fabrics of your pajama past your shoulders, leaving you completely bare under him. His lips began trailing on your collarbone, licking the skin that caused you to whine weakly. “I need to lock myself on you,” Yeonjun muttered between his kisses, one arm circling around your waist to press you closer in his scaled body.

“What?” You managed to breathe out, palms resting on his muscles as you feel overstimulated from all of his kisses. “Lock your—haaah…” The question hardly left you as his tongue found your erect nipple, stroking up and down with ease. Pleasure was undeniably spreading into your nerves, sultry moans leaving you when his tongue glided over your supple bud.

“Myself, yes,” Yeonjun answered, wide palm resting on your back before lifting you up smoothly. You gasped at his unannounced action, too lightheaded to even think about how you ended up caged in his arms while your face was pressed on his chest. The hybrid’s legs are also tangled with yours, squeezing you firmly with his strong limbs.

“So I could finally feel you around me,” His hands began to wander in your faint body, once again giving your mound his fair attention as he gave it a gentle squish. Your back arched at the contact, moans slipping out of your lips when his fingers gave your nipple a slight pinch. He giggled at your subtle response, even twisting his fingers to thoroughly stimulate you.

Woeful cries escaped you, hips mindlessly grinding into his to seek any actions that would soothe the aching neediness of your sex. Yeonjun was quick to follow, thumb drawing small circles around your sensitive nipple. “Need me?” He teased, clearly enjoying how your face contorts into bliss as he meets your hips halfway.

Nodding quickly at his answer, your hand began to find its way to his textured arms, grasping him closer while you hump yourself into him. The hybrid snickered at your advances, his hand finding your hips to halt your actions. You whined at the loss, but the gears of your brain started to rumble when you felt his hot tip skimming through your hole.

The uneasiness came back into your chest, remembering the fact that the hybrid has two cocks connected to his body. “W–Wait…” Your hands moved before your brain, clawing into his hand in panic. “Are you gonna—Uhm, use…” Yeonjun impatiently watched as you tried to form a sentence, in glee with how you are having a hard time while his tip continues to poke your entrance.

You took a sharp inhale the moment he entered your walls, eyes momentarily closing while you delved into the burning stretch of your pussy as he thrust his hefty tip. “Yeonjun—” The words got stocked into your throat when your cunt began to feel sore around his girth, sticky juices streaming down his remaining length as you tried to suck it in.

“Stay still,” He groaned, his grip on your flesh getting harsher. “You are much tighter than I had before.” Your cunt throbbed at his strained voice, almost sounding like he is pained with how your walls are snugging his length.

“It won’t fit—” Your struggles of talking sense to the hybrid were obvious, eyes stinging as tears started to form on its sides. Yeonjun’s breaths are shallow, loosely guiding his cock that is barely halfway into you. He knew from the start that this would be a challenge, but the way his body yearned to mate was beyond enticing to even back out now.

The python could only hold your sensitive body, locking himself within yours even if it hasn’t fully penetrated your sex. “It will,” He gently whispered, roughly hissing at the way you are warmly nestling his girth to the point that each inch of him was getting more and more impossible to slip in.

“But the two of them—oh God!” Your screams startled him for a second, grinning afterwards when he realized that he reached that sweet tingling spot deep in your walls. “Two of what?” He grins, obviously teasing as he hugs you closer, with the hopes that it could help him force his whole length into your fragile body.

“Both of your—Shit, Yeonjun!” Your balled fist landed into his chest, whining at his pulsating veins that are tickling your insides. “Both of your cocks won’t fit!” With your voice going frantic and pitch higher, the hybrid couldn’t help but laugh, stopping with only a few inches left.

Your face vibrates as it is pressed on his chest, looking up at him with your chin resting on his pec. “Haaah—I don’t really think—” The reason stumbles on your lips, brain too fumbled to compose a coherent sentence. Your eyes instantly shut tight, whole system was fighting the prolonged oversensitivity as his tip began to poke the heap of your cervix.

“Don’t fret,” He leaned his face on yours, resting his forehead into your sweaty ones. “I don’t usually use them both,” Yeonjun added, before leaving a brief kiss on your temple. “Unless you want me to?”

The tenderness of his voice contradicts what he had shown earlier, more so, melting every doubt that you have been trying to ignore for the past few minutes. You stare at his slitted eyes, finding anything that could help you regret this exact moment. But nothing. His grey eyes, despite their huge difference to yours, were nothing but sincere.

Your head shook voluntarily, giving him a concise answer. He nodded shortly, once again pinning your head to his chest before intently guiding the last bits of him into your filled pussy. Sultry moans combined with his sharp hisses filled your chamber the moment his whole length is nested on your walls, tears on the verge of falling as your lower belly starts to burn at the feeling of his cockhead brushing near your womb.

Walls squelching at how far he had reached, your breathing grew unsteady. Mind short-circuited when he shifted ever so slightly, almost screaming at the combined sensation of pleasure and pain. The way that he is squeezing your body with his doesn’t help either, as his stomach keeps on bumping into the noticeable bulge in your abdomen.

“Now this is locking,” He muttered, palms swerving into the curve of your body while his throbbing cock continues to stimulate your swelling walls. “Be a good doctor and let me breed you for good, yeah?”

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the first time you see choi beomgyu cry, it's not in the hallways of school where he reigns as student council president with that practiced smile. it's through a screen, his face flushed as he whines, tears tracking down his cheeks while he works himself open with three fingers buried deep.

you're supposed to be working on your ap literature presentation. that's what you told yourself when you opened his laptop, when the password autofill betrayed him, when you found the folder labeled "tax documents" that definitely doesn't contain tax documents.

you should close it. you should absolutely close it.

instead, you watch.

beomgyu—choi beomgyu, who gave the welcome speech at orientation with such poise that half the junior class developed instant crushes—whimpers into his camera and calls himself a desperate little slut who needs to be watched to get off.

"fuuck," he breathes, arching his back, "fuck, you guys are so quiet tonight. tell me what you want. tell me how you want me to ruin myself."

the chat explodes with tips. hundreds of dollars flooding in with each request. beomgyu moans like he's being paid to, which he is, and spreads his legs wider, showing off the stretch of his hole around his fingers.

you realize you've been holding your breath.

"want me to add another?" he asks, voice pitched sweet, nothing like the measured, articulate tone he uses when addressing the student body. "i can take it. i can take so much for you. i'm so fucking full already but i need more, i always need more—"

your phone buzzes against your thigh and you nearly scream. it's a text from yeonjun, asking where you are, if you're still coming to soobin's party tonight. you ignore it. you can't look away from the screen.

beomgyu adds a fourth finger and sobs.

you don't know how long you watch. time becomes meaningless. you learn things about him that no amount of student council meetings could reveal: the way he likes his nipples pinched hard enough to bruise, the specific phrase—"good boy" that makes him cum untouched, spilling over his own stomach with a wail that sounds like it costs him something precious.

after, when he's cleaned up and the stream has ended, he sits in the glow of his desk lamp and reads the chat messages with a small, genuine smile. he thanks people by username. he remembers details about their lives, asks how their exams went, wishes them goodnight with such sincerity that your chest aches.

you close the laptop.

you don't sleep that night.

"you're staring again," taehyun says, sliding into the seat beside you at lunch. he's got his physics textbook open, already working through problems while eating an apple. "you've been weird for three days."

"haven't," you mumble, stabbing at your salad.

"you have," kai agrees from across the table, mouth full of sandwich. "you're all..." he makes a vague gesture around his face. "intense. like you're plotting something."

"maybe i am."

"ominous," yeonjun says, dropping into the seat on your other side with his characteristic grace. he's got that look, the one that means he's going to meddle. "does it involve a certain student council president? because soobin told me he saw you two talking in the library yesterday."

"we weren't talking," you say. "he was retrieving a book and i was... nearby."

"stalking," taehyun translates.

"observing," you correct.

the truth is, you've been observing a lot. beomgyu in his natural habitat is fascinating—a performance of perfection so seamless you wonder if he even knows he's performing anymore. he holds doors and remembers names and defuses conflicts with such effortless charm that it feels almost scripted, but it is. how he acts in school is far different from when he’s on camera.

you want to know which one is real. you want to know if either of them is.

"he's having a party," yeonjun says casually. "small thing. council members only, apparently, but soobin's going because he's vice president. i could get you in."

"why would you do that?"

yeonjun shrugs, "because you're miserable and it's entertaining. also, kai owes me twenty dollars and i want to see you make a fool of yourself."

"thanks.”

"anytime."

the party is at beomgyu's house, which turns out to be less of a house and more of a minor estate. you arrive with yeonjun and soobin, clutching a bottle of cheap wine you definitely shouldn't have brought, wearing a dress that feels like way too tight.

"relax," soobin murmurs as you hover in the doorway. he's got his vice president badge still clipped to his jacket, which is both adorable and deeply on-brand. "he doesn't bite."

you think of beomgyu on camera, teeth sunk into his own lip hard enough to draw blood as he rides his fingers. you think of the way he begs, the way he sounds when he's desperate.

"pretty sure he does," you say.

soobin gives you a strange look but yeonjun is already dragging you inside, into the warm press of bodies and music.

you spot beomgyu immediately. he's in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with his sleeves rolled up and his tie loosened, laughing at something one of the senior council members said. he looks soft like this, approachable.

he catches you staring.

you don't look away. you've spent too many hours watching him through a screen to pretend shyness now. you hold his gaze until something flickers in his expression—recognition, confusion, then a slow realization that makes his smile falter.

he knows. he doesn't know how, but he knows you know.

you raise your wine bottle in a mock toast. he swallows hard, adam's apple bobbing, and turns back to his conversation with intensity.

the game, as they say, is on.

you find his bedroom by accident, or maybe by intuition. it's at the end of a long hallway, unmistakable by the "student council president" plaque on the door that seems to be there ironically. the room itself is surprisingly messy—clothes draped over chairs, textbooks stacked, a desk with dual monitors that makes your stomach flip with recognition.

you shouldn't be in here. you're definitely going to get caught.

you're about to leave when you hear footsteps in the hall. panic freezes you in place. the door opens.

beomgyu stands there, backlit by the hallway light, and for a moment you see the mask slip entirely. he looks exhausted. he looks like a boy who carries too many secrets.

"you shouldn't be here," he says, and his voice is different—rougher, more honest.

"i know what you do," you say, because you've never been good at subtlety.

he goes very still. "what do you think i do?"

"you cry pretty," you say, "when you're fucking yourself open for strangers."

the silence stretches between you. its tense.

"get out," he whispers.

"make me."

he laughs, then, a sharp, startled thing. "you have no idea what you're playing with."

"then show me."

something breaks in him. you see it happen—the moment he stops being student council president choi beomgyu and becomes something rawer, hungrier. he crosses the room in three strides and backs you against his desk, caging you with his arms.

"you want to know what i do?" he breathes, and his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide. "you want to see the real me, is that it? little stalker?"

"i want to know if you're real at all," you admit.

he studies your face like he's memorizing it. "i'm real," he says quietly. "i'm real when i'm on camera. that's the only time i am."

"show me."

he hesitates. you can see the war in him, the habit of hiding, fighting against something else, something desperate and lonely. then he reaches past you, opens his laptop, pulls up the streaming platform.

"my show starts in ten minutes," he says. "usually i prep. get in the right headspace. but you..." he laughs. "you've already seen me at my worst. might as well see me at my best."

"you were never at your worst," you say. "you were beautiful."

he looks at you like you've struck him. "don't," he warns. "don't say things like that if you don't mean them."

"i mean them."

he turns away, busying himself with camera angles and lighting, but you can see his hands shaking. "you can stay," he says, "but you have to be quiet. and you can't... you can't touch me. not on camera. the viewers don't know about you."

"do they know about the real you?"

he pauses. "no," he admits. "they know a version. a character."

"which one am i getting?"

he looks over his shoulder at you, and his smile is complicated, layered with things you can't name. "tonight? i don't know. i haven't decided yet."

the stream goes live.

he's different with you in the room. you can tell immediately—there's a self-consciousness to his movements, a hesitation where there used to be seamless performance. the chat notices too, asking if he's okay, if something's wrong.

"just distracted tonight," he says, and his voice has dropped into that honeyed register you recognize. "thinking about someone."

the chat explodes. "who?" they want to know. "tell us." "is it a boy?" "a girl?" "someone we know?"

"someone who shouldn't be here," beomgyu says, and his eyes flick to where you're sitting on his bed, just out of frame. "someone who saw me before i put on the show. saw me... raw."

he unbuttons his shirt slowly, revealing the pale stretch of his torso. you know what he looks like beneath the clothes now, know the constellation of moles on his body, the way his stomach muscles flutter when he's close.

"they're watching me right now," he continues, addressing the camera but looking at you. "from the dark. can't you see them in my eyes? i'm performing for two audiences tonight, and one of them is real."

the tips start flowing in. beomgyu smirks, that practiced expression that doesn't reach his eyes, and slides his hand down his stomach.

"what should i do for you tonight?" he asks the chat. "i'm feeling... exposed. like i want to be seen all the way through."

requests flood in. beomgyu scans them, cherry-picking the ones that suit his mood, and slowly, methodically, he begins to unravel.

you've seen this before. you shouldn't be affected. but watching it live, watching the sweat bead on his forehead and his chest heave with real breaths, is different from on a screen. he's warm in front of you, radiating heat and need, and when he whines it's not through speakers but directly into the air you share.

"need more," he gasps, working himself open with practiced efficiency. "need to be full, need to be watched, need—" he breaks off with a sob, and you realize with a start that he's crying, real tears, not the performative ones from before. "fuck, i can't, not with you here, i can't—"

the chat is confused, asking what's wrong, if he's hurt, if they should call someone.

"no," he chokes out, "no, i'm fine, i just—" he looks at you, really looks at you, and his expression crumples. "i can't fake it tonight. i can't be what they want when you're sitting there watching me actually fall apart."

you stand up. you don't mean to. your body moves without permission, crossing the space between you, stepping into the frame of his camera.

the chat goes wild.

"who is she"

"omg is that his girlfriend"

"she's pretty"

"wait is this part of the show"

beomgyu stares up at you, eyes wide and wet and terrified. "what are you doing?"

"being real with you," you say, and you reach out, thumb brushing the tears from his cheek. "turn it off."

"i can't, i have—this is my job, i—"

"turn it off," you repeat, "or i'll do it for you."

your hand hovers over the keyboard. beomgyu makes a sound like he’s hurt and reaches past you, ending the stream with a violent click. the room goes silent except for his ragged breathing.

"do you know how much money i just lost?" he whispers.

"i don't care."

"you should. this pays for my car, my clothes, my—fuck." he buries his face in his hands. "you've ruined everything. you've seen me, you've really seen me, and now you know i'm just—i'm just a whore who needs strangers to tell him he's worth something."

you kneel in front of him, forcing him to look at you. "i know you're the student council president who stays three hours after school to make sure the homecoming decorations are perfect. i know you're the guy who bought kai coffee when he was crying about his audition last month. i know you're real, beomgyu, and i don't care about the rest."

"you should," he says, but his voice is small.

"why?"

"because i'm broken," he admits, and the words seem to cost him everything. "because i need this, need to be watched and wanted and consumed, because without it i'm just—i'm just empty. i'm a performance with no actor underneath."

you take his hand, place it over your heart. "feel that? i'm real. you're real. this is real."

he shudders, a full-body tremor that racks through him like a fever. "touch me," he begs, "please, just—i need to feel something that isn't mediated by a screen. i need you to touch me like you mean it."

you kiss him.

it's clumsy, desperate, nothing like the polished intimacy of his streams. he makes a noise against your lips, and suddenly his hands are everywhere—tugging at your dress, your hair, pulling you closer like he's drowning and you're air.

"wait," you breathe, "beomgyu, wait—"

"don't," he whimpers, "don't make me stop, i can't, i need—"

"shh," you soothe, "i'm not stopping. i just want to look at you."

you push him back onto the bed, following him down. up close, he's overwhelming—skin flushed pink, eyes glassy with tears and want, chest heaving. he looks wrecked already and you've barely touched him.

"you're so beautiful," you tell him, and you mean it. "not because you're performing. just because you are."

he sobs, turning his face away. "don't. don't be nice to me, i can't take it, i'll—"

"you'll what?"

"i'll fall in love with you," he confesses, voice barely audible. "i'm already halfway there. i've been watching you too, you know. in the halls. at lunch. wondering what your voice sounds like when you're not just answering questions in class."

you kiss his throat, his collarbone, the hollow of his throat where his pulse beats. "you can fall," you whisper. "i'll catch you."

he unravels after that. he pulls at your clothes with shaking hands, helping you strip until you're bare above him, then freezes.

"you're—" he swallows hard. "you're perfect."

"so are you."

"i'm not, i'm—" he gestures at himself, at his exposed body, his flushed skin. "i'm a mess."

"let me clean you up," you say, and you slide down his body, taking him into your mouth before he can protest.

the sound he makes is inhuman. his back arches off the bed, hands flying to your hair, not guiding but just holding on, grounding himself. "fuck, fuck, fuck, that's—oh god, you don't have to, you don't—"

you hum around him, and he screams.

it's different from his performative cam noises—higher, more broken, completely uncontrolled. his thighs trembling, and when you look up you can see him watching you with an expression of absolute wonder, like he can't believe you're real.

"gonna cum," he warns, "gonna cum, please, i can't—"

you don't pull back. you take him deeper, swallowing around him, and he comes with a cry that sounds like your name, spilling down your throat in hot pulses. you swallow everything, licking him clean while he whines and twitches, oversensitive and overwhelmed.

"come here," he pants, pulling you up his body. "come here, let me—i want to make you feel good too."

you straddle his waist, feeling the hard line of him already stirring again against your thigh. "you don't have to—"

"i want to," he insists. "let me show you what i can do when i'm not acting. let me show you how i actually want to touch someone."

he flips you onto your back, settling between your legs with a confidence that makes your breath catch. he kisses down your body with reverence—your breasts, your stomach, the curve of your hip—pausing when he reaches where you're wet and wanting.

"can i?" he asks, looking up at you with those dark, dark eyes.

"please."

he doesn't tease. he simply tastes you like he's starving, like he's been waiting his whole life for this, and the reality of choi beomgyu between your thighs is infinitely better than any fantasy. he's enthusiastic, messy, completely focused on your reactions. when he finds something that makes you gasp, he does it again, and again, until you're clutching his hair and grinding against his face.

"you taste so good," he mumbles, the vibration making you whimper. "so good, so sweet, i've thought about this, thought about what you'd feel like, taste like—"

"beomgyu," you gasp, "beomgyu, i'm gonna—"

"let go," he encourages, looking up at you with his chin shining with your arousal. "cum for me, pretty girl. let me feel you fall apart."

you do. you come with his name breaking across your lips like a prayer, your whole body shaking with the force of it. he rides you through it, gentle now, soft presses of his tongue that prolong the pleasure until you're twitching away, too sensitive.

he crawls up your body, kissing you so you can taste yourself on his lips. "you okay?" he asks, searching your face.

"more than okay," you breathe. "i want you inside me."

he groans, dropping his forehead to your shoulder. "you're going to kill me."

"but what a way to go."

he laughs, shaky and genuine, and reaches for his nightstand. you watch him roll the condom on with trembling fingers, and when he positions himself at your entrance, he pauses.

"are you sure?" he asks, and he's so careful, so calm, that your heart aches.

"yes," you whisper, "yes, beomgyu, i'm sure."

he pushes in slowly, filling you inch by inch, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. by the time he's fully seated, he's shaking again, sweat beading on his forehead.

"you feel—" he swallows hard. "you feel incredible. you're so warm, so tight, i can feel you pulsing around me—"

"move," you beg, wrapping your legs around his waist. "please, beomgyu, move."

he does. he sets a rhythm that's unhurried, deep, nothing like the frantic pace of him by himself. each thrust is deliberate, angled to hit that spot inside you. he keeps his eyes locked on yours, refusing to look away, and the intimacy of it is almost too much—being seen, truly seen, by someone who spends his life hiding.

"i've got you," he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. "i've got you, you're safe, you're perfect—"

"you too," you gasp, "you're perfect, you're so good, beomgyu—"

he makes that sound, the one you know from his streams, that broken keen of overwhelming pleasure. but this time it's for you, only you, and the knowledge sends you spiraling toward the edge again.

"close," you warn him, "i'm so close—"

"me too," he pants, "together? can we—"

"yes," you cry, "yes, together—"

he reaches between you, thumb finding your clit, and that's it—you come apart beneath him, your orgasm ripping through you with devastating force. he follows seconds later, burying his face in your neck and groaning long and low as he spills into the condom, his hips stuttering.

for a long moment, you just breathe together. he stays inside you, not wanting to break the connection, pressing soft kisses to your throat, your jaw, anywhere he can reach.

"hi," he whispers finally.

you laugh, breathless. "hi."

"that was—" he shakes his head. "i don't have words. i've never—i've never done that with anyone. the real thing, i mean. not performing."

"i know," you say, stroking his hair. "i could tell. it was better."

"yeah?"

"yeah. no performance. just you."

he pulls back to look at you, and his expression is so vulnerable, so open, that it takes your breath away. "i want to do this again," he says. "not just the sex. the... the being real. with you."

"you're asking me to be your girlfriend?"

"i'm asking you to be my secret," he says, and then winces. "that sounds terrible. i mean—i mean i want to know you the way you know me. all of me. the parts i show the world and the parts i don't."

"and the parts you show the camera?"

he blushes, the color spreading down his neck and chest. "those too, if you want. i mean, you could—if you wanted to watch, or even—" he bites his lip. "you could be in the room. off-camera. or—i don't know. i'm getting ahead of myself."

"i like the idea," you say softly. "of being your secret. of knowing the real you."

he smiles, and it's the first genuine smile you've seen from him. "then it's a deal?"

"it's a deal."

he kisses you, slow and sweet, and you can feel him stirring inside you again, already ready for round two. you groan against his mouth.

"again? already?"

"you inspire me," he murmurs, rolling his hips to prove his point.

"insatiable."

"only for you."

after, when you're both exhausted and tangled in his sheets, he pulls out his phone and shows you his streaming account. the notifications are insane—hundreds of messages asking about the mysterious girl, if he's okay, when he's coming back.

"what are you going to tell them?" you ask.

"the truth," he says, "or some version of it. that i found something real. that i'm taking a break to figure out what that means."

"are you? taking a break?"

he looks at you, and his expression is soft, fond, completely unguarded. "maybe. or maybe i'll start a couples channel." he winks, and you shove him, laughing.

"pervert."

"you like it."

you can't argue with that.

monday at school, everything is different and nothing is. beomgyu still walks the halls with his perfect posture, his perfect smile, his perfect reputation intact. he still holds doors and remembers names.

but now, when he passes you in the hallway, he lets his hand brush yours. when he sees you at lunch, he winks—just a tiny flicker of his eye that only you would notice. and after school, when the building empties out, he pulls you into the student council office and kisses you against the desk where he signs attendance reports, his hands roaming under your skirt while he whispers filthy things in your ear.

"you're terrible," you gasp as he marks your neck with his teeth. "someone could walk in."

"let them," he breathes, "let them see what a good boy i am for you."

you come apart with his fingers inside you and his name on your lips, and when you open your eyes he's watching you with that same expression of wonder, like you're the most precious thing he's ever seen.

"tonight," he whispers, "come over tonight. i'm going to stream, and i want you there. in the room. in the frame, if you're comfortable."

"you want to show me off?"

"i want to show them what real looks like," he corrects. "i want them to see me with someone who knows me. all of me."

"okay," you say, "okay, i'll be there."

he kisses you once more, soft and sweet, and then he pulls away, smoothing his clothes back into place.

that night, you sit on his bed while he sets up the camera. he looks nervous, fidgeting with his lighting, checking his angles.

"hey," you say, and he looks over. "you're going to be amazing. just be yourself."

"which self?"

"all of them," you say. "i love all of them."

he stares at you, eyes wide, and then he crosses the room in two strides and kisses you hard enough to bruise. "i love you too," he breathes against your mouth. "i know it's fast, i know it's crazy, but i—"

"i know," you say. "me too."

he pulls back, smiling that real smile, the one that's just for you. "ready?"

"ready."

he hits go live.

"hey everyone," he says, and his voice is warm, confident, completely genuine. "i'm back. and i brought someone with me. someone who knows my secrets. someone who makes me want to be real."

he holds out his hand. you take it, stepping into the frame.

the chat explodes. tips flood in. but beomgyu isn't looking at the screen anymore. he's looking at you, only you, and his smile is the truest thing you've ever seen.

"this is her," he says softly. "my dirty little secret. and i'm never letting her go."

he kisses you while hundreds of strangers watch, and for the first time, you understand. this isn't about hiding. it's about being seen. and now, finally, you both are.

“Yo, I’m coming over right now.”

“Like, right now?” You were just in the middle of cleaning up your desk with your antibacterial wipes and all the rest of the mess that had piled up from the start of the week - some uncleaned dishes, empty ramen cups, all of your clothes that were thrown on your chair, the small bin that was pretty full by now. You’d managed to neglect tidying and doing the house chores right up until the weekend when you really couldn’t ignore it for any longer.

“You’re being in my youtube video.” Beomgyu states matter-of-factly over the phone. You can hear his footsteps, the sounds of cars and the outside winds from his end, which means he quite literally was coming over to yours right this moment.

You tiredly sigh, pulling out another wipe from the packet with aggression, your phone on speaker. “Why do I need to be in it?”

“Your building’s the haunted one right?”

“Supposedly.”

“Thennnn it’s perfect! I’ll be there in ten.” He hangs up.

You close your eyes briefly and shake your head, one hand on your hip, then, opening your eyes to survey your half cleaned room. Dealing with beomgyu, however, was an even greater effort than cleaning your entire messy student accom times ten.

He’s not exactly your best friend. That title belongs to taehyun. Taehyun is unfortunately both of your best friends which is how you met beomgyu. And even more unfortunately, taehyun is traitorously abroad for the semester at the moment, so now beomgyu has redirected his full energy and badgering onto you, because ‘you’re the next best thing’ apparently, beomgyu’s words.

You won’t lie, you were apprehensive of beomgyu at first, didnt quite like him. Taehyun was your childhood best friend. It was only ever you and him from the beginning. Taehyun has always just got you. He thought in the same way as you, a mutual understanding ever since you were four, when everyone else on the playground was wailing over the smallest of things like getting their knee a little scraped and missing their mothers after forty minutes of being in school, both of you unimpressed by the dramatics of the other four year olds, and you’ve been stuck together like gorilla glue ever since. He’s been with you from primary school, the same secondary school, all the way up until you were applying to university together. You’d ended up naturally picking the same one, the same subject, both of you inevitably stem based people.

You’d falsely assumed it would simply be just the two of you once more, navigating adulthood together. But, when you started university, he suddenly got super close to this one dude named Choi beomgyu. To be honest, you had hated his guts. Whenever taehyun talked about him, mentioned him in passing, you gained an overwhelming amount of ugly jealousy at hearing his name.

“Oh, beomgyu this, oh, beomgyu that.”

“Oh, I can’t, I already made plans with beomgyu.”

“Oh, beomgyu says blah, blah, blah.

“Oh, I’m too busy making out with beomgyu that day.”

Alright, he didn’t exactly say that last part, but he may as well have. It was like he was in love with him or some shit. They even had their own inside jokes that you weren’t a part of already.

Now, you’re a pretty good people reader, priding yourself in being a good judge of character. You like to think you can mostly already tell whether you’ll like someone’s vibe and whether they were cool and nice and genuine from first meeting them. In your head, you’d already made up in your mind that this choi beomgyu guy was some slimy bitch trying to steal your close friend away from you. You just thought taehyun had terrible perception and couldn’t see how much of a snake this beomgyu guy really was. So, you were already adamant that once you met him, it’d only validate all the feelings you had towards him and then, you could tell taehyun he was evil and not to be trusted and taehyun would realise you were right and stop being friends with him. Balance restored.

Because, well, you were terrified. Terrified that you could lose the sole person who had always been there and understood you without translation, afraid of having to go through the rest of this scary adult life with that being taken away. This had never happened before. Beomgyu threatened all of that for you.

And then, you finally actually met beomgyu on the campus cafe one day. And you do admit, it was hard not to like him even when you absolutely didn’t want to at all. He wasn’t slimy or snakey or fake. He was alas, very likeable. Annoyingly, infuriatingly so. Warm and friendly and all unadulterated smiles.

He was genuinely delighted to meet you, like you were some kind of micro celebrity. “So you’re the famous childhood friend. Taehyun talks about you all the time. It’s so nice to finally meet you!” Beomgyu's eyes were shining.

You soon realised it was all one sided, all the territorial resentment was of your own invention, that he wasn’t trying to steal your best friend away from you, that taehyun wouldn’t replace you, and that you were being totally, completely childish. Beomgyu always greeted you kindly if he ever saw you on campus alone, he went out of his way to become friends with you too, whenever it was the three of you, he made sure to never exclude you, having this habit of always checking your expression mid conversation to see what you were thinking, and he remembered the smallest things you mentioned only once in passing. He soon wormed his way into your life too. You got it. You guess you liked this choi beomgyu guy as well now.

You concluded it wasn’t the case of taehyun being taken away from you, but that there was now one more person who loved taehyun unconditionally just as much as you did. And you definitely wouldn’t hate that person, because taehyun deserves an abundance of love. ‘Sharing is caring’ or whatever shit they say. In short, you got over it. You embraced choi beomgyu in your life too. But there’s still a limit to just how much choi beomgyu doses you can take in one go.

There’s loud banging on your door nine minutes later.

You open it and unsurprisingly, it’s beomgyu, a little breathless from the flight of stairs he had to go up, hair windswept and cheeks and nose slightly tinted pink from the cold, but he's clearly very excited. He breezes past you and throws his dirty backpack onto your desk, which you had just sanitised, and immediately starts pulling objects out of it, a tripod, a small camera, a ring light. Then, he pulls something else out of his bag with dramatic flair, some kind of obnoxious, glittery, pink box, holding it up proudly in front of you.

“Ouija board.” Beomgyu grins, breathing still heavy, wiggling his eyebrows.

Your gaze travels from the box to his face and back again. “And where’d you get that from?”

“I was at that shop on Croft Street.” He’s entirely pleased with himself.

You furrow your brows, trying to place what he’s talking about in your head, and then you nod. “Ohh,” you think you can picture it now, “the vintage antique place?”

Beomgyu hesitates for the tiniest second, rubbing at the back of his neck, gaze flicking away just briefly. “Erm, no. The one next to it.”

“There’s only the…-Wait, the sex shop??” Your voice jumps an octave. “What? I thought it closed down.”

Beomgyu shrugs, trying to maintain his facade of confidence. “Well anyway, the lady, she gave it to me free with my purchase! Isn’t that so nice?”

“You bought something from there?”

He tilts his chin up in defence and puffs out his chest, expression shifting into a look of totally exaggerated dignity and defensiveness. “I can if I want to. I’m an adult. None of your business.”

Alright, fair. You shrug. “Why the hell would they be giving out ouija boards though? And why would you take it?”

“Beats me. But what’s free is free! Look how cool it looks!” He shoves it more into your face, beaming, waiting for you to agree too.

To be honest, nothing beomgyu does can surprise you that much anymore.

You let out the biggest melancholic sigh. “I miss taehyun.”

“So do I. At least he’d be giving me way better reactions than you are right now.” Beomgyu points a brow at you, disappointed with your lack of enthusiasm, but then his grin creeps back. “Anyway, this is going to be such a good video for my channel.”

Yes, his channel. A new interest of beomgyu’s, his most recent endeavour. He was now an aspiring youtuber. He'd already gained ten thousand subscribers actually, which he mentions a lot, but it was pretty impressive. People thought he was handsome, apparently, he also mentions that a lot. His goal though has been to get more followers and take the crown of the campus youtuber which currently resided to some other choi. Yeonjun, is his name you think. Truthfully, beomgyu is pretty good at making entertaining content, you've watched a few (all of them. You wouldn't tell him that though.) he was naturally so very hilarious and quick witted, you wondered how he managed to come up with such funny things to say at the right moment unscripted.

“What’s that gonna be?” You already had an inkling, you just wanted to hear it from his dumb mouth.

He’s pulling out his camera, setting it on the tripod and adjusting its height. “I’m holding a seance in your room. Okay the title,” he turns around to you, continuing excitedly with his hands in the air like he was presenting the headline right there. “We Contacted a Real Ghost in the Most HAUNTED Uni Accommodation Building. NOT clickbait. What d’you think?”

“It’s not actually haunted.” You snort.

“Didn’t some guy die like, years ago?” Beomgyu counters, “some fratboy going up the stairs drunk, slipped, and fell all the way down. Dead. That’s why everyone’s always scared to take the stairs after a night out.”

That is how the story goes. You’re pretty sure it’s fake. An urban legend recycled every year by the first years to scare each other. There’s no real news or evidence for it. “Yeah, but those are just rumours though.”

“Well, we’ll find out for sure today.” Beomgyu declares. “Now, do you have any candles?”

Both of you now sit cross-legged on your carpet floor with a circle of all the candles you own, the strong scents of all of them, mixing together and making your room have a strange amalgamation of smells that doesn’t really go well, the glittery pink ouija board placed in the middle of it and your room dimly lit, lights off, curtains drawn too for the aesthetic.

Beomgyu approves, satisfied and picks up the camera, shoving it into both of your faces. “Okay, make your most scared face. It’s for the thumbnail.” You comply, both of you making theatrical frightened faces, beomgyu fully committed to it, his features entirely contorting and making a silly face like he was crying, which you can’t help but giggle at a little.

He mounts the camera back onto the tripod, adjusting the lens with careful precision and then checks himself out, running a hand through his hair, content with how he looks. “Let us begin.” Beomgyu says in a weird, deep voice. He deviously smirks and presses play.

“Hey guys!” Beomgyu starts, switching into that slightly agitating content creator voice, his demeanour shifting. “Today we are investigating a real haunted university accommodation building! The legend goes that a student was walking up the stairs drunk after partying, slipped, fell all the way down and unfortunately died. Now they haunt the stairwell and all the students ever since…Today we’re here with one of the victims who has to endure all these hauntings on a daily basis. Tell me, how often is it that you hear strange noises and sounds? See figures?”

“Oh, uh, never.” You reply, staring blankly.

Beomgyu sighs exasperatedly at you, shoulders sagging, whispering. “You can’t just say that. This is content. Make some shit up!”

“Right, sorry.” You try again, clearing your throat and straightening your posture. “All the time. I’m so terrified.” You say gravely into the camera with widened eyes. “I can never fall asleep. I can hear their footsteps and breathing outside my door every single night.” You lean closer to the camera with a crazed face.

“oohh that’s good,” beomgyu says, delighted by your performance, clapping. “You’re actually a better actor than taehyun.” Beomgyu slowly pans the camera across your room. “Guys, just look at this place,” he whispers, “This room is definitely haunted. Look how old and musty it is. Woahh.”

You narrow your eyes at him, crossing your arms. “It’s not musty…” You mutter bitterly, taking offence. You just spent a long while trying to clean it too.

After beomgyu is done with his talking and grand introduction, briefly reading the rules it came with before tossing it away carelessly, you both stare at the ouija board, placing both your fingers on the planchette.

“If we get possessed, make sure to like and subscribe! Oh, and comment down below right now in five, four, three, two, one!” Beomgyu then turns to face you. “I’ve never used an ouija board before. Have you?”

You shake your head. “No.”

“Remember when it was trending back in the day? My mum never let me. I missed out big time.” he says faux solemnly, shaking his head, “but I’m reclaiming what was denied to me,” You have no idea what he’s going on about. “Okay,” he begins theatrically. “Spirits of this building. If you are here, please give us a sign.”

For a moment, nothing happens. You tilt your head despite yourself, trying to listen out, if you can hear anything abnormal, anything out of the blue.

“Is anyone here with us?” Beomgyu asks hopefully.

More silence. It stretches for long enough. The planchette remains perfectly still and the red recording light from the camera is still naively blinking like it was hoping to catch something too. You raise a brow unimpressed, but knowing this would obviously happen. You feel ridiculous, this whole thing is. You sigh, ready to give up already, not sure why you agreed in the first place-

But then, you feel a force, moving the planchette, dragging it beneath your fingers. Beomgyu gasps. As do you. The small triangular piece glides and stops over two simple letters.

H

I

Beomgyu’s jaw drops. “Oh my god! Guys, there’s someone with us! Hello! Thank you for joining us. Who are we speaking to?” The planchette moves again, dragging both your fingers along with it.

C

H

A

D

It spells out. You blink. Beomgyu blinks.

“Chad…” beomgyu says slowly. “Woah. Nice to meet you, chad.”

“How did you pass away?” You ask, sceptical, furrowing your brows and leaning forwards to the board.

S

T

A

I

R

S

Beomgyu slaps a hand to his mouth. “Holy shit, guys! It’s true. This is chad the fratboy! He really did slip and fall going up the stairs oh my god! This is crazy! We’re speaking to a fratboy ghost!” Beomgyu’s eyes sparkle with excitement, looking into the camera.

It slides once again, something else supposedly pushing the planchette.

U

2

S

I

N

G

L

E

?

You stare at him flatly, warning, “Beomgyu.”

“What? I’m not doing it.” Beomgyu then laughs awkwardly. “That’s a pretty weird thing to ask, chad. Haha…”

No, it’s obviously beomgyu doing this for the views. You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously, untrusting, but he’s looking down at the board with those pure glittering eyes of his with genuine fascination and awe. It’s not the first time you’ve assumed the worst of him when he’s been anything but. Still, maybe he’s just a good actor.

Chad, the ‘ghost’ tugs the triangular piece and moves across letters for another time.

I

M

H

O

R

N

Y

…

You pull your hands back immediately with a scoff, getting up from the floor in sheer disgust. “That’s it. You’re absolutely moving it.” This whole thing was ridiculous. You don’t know why you almost even believed it for a split second. Damn that boy with his sparkly eyes that almost fooled you.

“I swear it’s not me!”

“It’s literally you.” You grab a pillow from your bed, throwing it at beomgyu. He’s definitely messing with you.

He collapses onto the floor, cackling, throwing the pillow back at you. “Why the hell would I deliberately move it to ‘I’m horny’ ?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because you’re a very strange, very weird person?”

All of your candle flames in the circle suddenly flicker violently, causing both of you to snap your head back and look at the scene of the abandoned seance. The planchette begins to move, but on its own, erratically.

I

D

I

O

T

S

It feels as though there’s an immediate gust of chilling, cold wind in your room, but your window is firmly closed shut. The candles go all out, vanishing. It is all pitch black.

You scramble blindly for your light switch near you, flipping it on, the sudden flood of brightness stinging your eyes but relieving. You tremble, genuinely frightened and creeped out by whatever just happened.

Beomgyu swallows slowly. “….okay see?” He raises his hands in surrender. “It was not me.”

You reach over and flip the board upside down, absolutely done with it. “Seance over. Goodbye, chad.”

“That was…so sick!” Beomgyu blurts out, eyes wide. “I can’t believe we got that on video!”

You bite your nails, unsure what to do, freaking out, trying to process. That was weird. Super weird. Beomgyu, in comparison, seems pretty fine about it, just shocked and very thrilled at the prospect of catching a real ghost on camera, probably thinking that he’s definitely going to go viral with this.

The ghost didn’t seem that particularly threatening, it was just a fratboy, and some ghosts don’t have to be evil. But still, you’re pretty spooked out. Even more so since you’ve never believed in the supernatural. It never made sense to you, no actual proof, no logic to it. But you’d just seen that board move by itself with your own eyes. And even though you’ve never believed in it, you still never loved the horror genre, never a fan. You remember the first time you ever watched a horror film with taehyun at the age of ten. Both of you were scared shitless, deciding to sleep together with the lights on all night in the same bed because neither of you wanted to be alone. And you didn’t really want to be alone in your room now, knowing there was some spirit floating around in your building. You don’t think you’d be able to sleep at all. There’s no taehyun. But asking beomgyu to stay would be too humiliating for you.

It seems beomgyu notices your expression though, studying and checking you carefully. That attentive, perceptive, annoying habit of his where he can tell what you are thinking. He softens at the sight of you. “You know,” beomgyu says slowly, thoughtfully, “I’m…pretty creeped out right now.”

You look at him, surprised. “You are?”

“Totally.” Beomgyu scratches his head. “So uh…is it alright if I stay the night with you? I don’t really wanna go back by myself.”

“Yeah,” You nod instantly, without question, alleviated, the reply coming out of your mouth far too quickly. You clear your throat, trying to salvage some kind of dignity, “I have an air mattress.”

Beomgyu presses his lips together, trying not to smile. You really are so similar to taehyun in certain ways.

You lie in bed, flat on your back, restless, looking up towards the ceiling, still scared and paranoid.

Beomgyu is lying on the air mattress that you had inflated. It’s been three hours now. You still can’t sleep. You’re grateful that beomgyu is in the same room as you but you can’t see him at all since he’s below you, your bed frame raised higher. You still feel slightly alone. You kind of want him on the same bed as you. It would be a lot more comforting. But, you definitely cannot ask that.

An hour passes of you contemplating whether to ask beomgyu but it’s way too embarrassing.

Another half an hour passes by painfully slow, still not being able to sleep and thinking whether you should just ask beomgyu. You huff. You’ll just have to do it. Nobody else is going to do it for you. You cannot continue lying here all night having an internal debate with yourself, you think you might go crazy. You’ll just have to swallow your pride and simply say something.

“Beomgyu.” You call out lowly.

There’s a faint shift from the floor. “Hm?” You hear his response coming down from below, his voice deep.

“Are you awake?”

“I wouldn’t have replied if I was asleep now, would I?”

You roll your eyes even in the dark. “Shut up.”

Beomgyu quietly chuckles. “What do you want?”

You brace yourself. You hate this. “Will you…will you…sleep on the bed with me?” Ew. You recoil and immediately consider wrapping yourself in your blanket and throwing yourself out the window.

There’s a pause. Then rustling as beomgyu gets up. “Okay.”

Surprisingly, he doesn’t make fun of you. But, it’s not like your scared behaviour is unreasonable. The ghost was real. Not the most intimidating, a weird one named Chad, but still. It was creepy. Especially since you had never believed in them before.

Beomgyu just quietly lifts the covers up and lays beside you once you scoot towards the edge near the wall, making space for him. Your bed isn’t the biggest, so his shoulders bump gently against yours. You feel his warm presence and body immediately, feeling better and less jumpy.

“Thanks,” you mumble, a little sheepishly.

Beomgyu shifts slightly beside you, getting comfortable under the covers. “It’s alright,” he whispers gently.

You manage to get the littlest of sleep, a sliver of sleep, but at least it was something. You wake up in the morning to the faint sound of your bathroom door opening and closing, beomgyu had just gone in, space beside you empty, you feel the absence of his body on your mattress instantly. It’s colder.

You yawn and stretch your limbs from how cramped you were last night, but you immediately sense something strange. You feel some kind of weird…weight between your legs. It must be something from your shelf that fell off onto your bed and made its way under your covers, or something. You reach down, grabbing to pick it up, but it doesn’t move. It’s attached to you almost. You’re still tired and drowsy, eyes still bleary. You don’t know what the hell is going on and why this weird feeling object won’t move. You sit up, still confused. You try to pull it again, harder. It’s somehow attached to your skin? With a frown and a growing sense of unease, you move the covers off you and lift the waistband of your pyjama bottoms. You think you see something.

WHAT

THE

HOLY FUCK?!

You scream out in pure terror at what you see. At the exact same time, beomgyu screams from the bathroom, high pitched and shrill-like. The both of you screaming simultaneously for a very, very prolonged time.

This isn’t real. This can’t be real. You’re definitely still dreaming. This is not real. It can’t be. There’s no way in hell this is real. It’s impossible!

Beomgyu slams the bathroom door open with a bang, running out. His face is pale, disbelieving, mortified. “MY DICK. IT’S…I-IT’S GONE!” He looks like he’s seen a ghost, but that was yesterday and this is far worse somehow.

“I HAVE A DICK!”

You stare at each other dumbfounded, eyes wide and mouths dropping to the floor.

“WHAT?!” Both of you say at the same time again.

“I woke up with a penis!” You tell him, gesturing downwards, seeing if any of this exchange of information would help and make this make sense.

“I went to go piss and…a-and there was nothing there! I-i I have a-a vagina!” Beomgyu’s voice cracks, he looks like he’s about to weep.

“Right.” You rub your temples, trying to digest any of this, inhaling deeply, seeing you had to step in as the calm one, “Okay. Okay. We have to think about this…logically.”

Beomgyu gapes at you like you’ve lost your mind, “there’s NOTHING logical about this! At all!” He lets out an anguished cry.

You pace around your room, trying to think hard. “What did we do? What have we done that’s different?”

“The ouija board…”

Oh, right. That is really the only thing both of you have done that is different. And if ghosts existed now, you’re not that surprised if any of this can happen too. This has to be connected to it. “Do you think Chad cursed us or some shit?”

Beomgyu also frowns, deep in thought with a pout. “Nah, it can’t be. Why would he do that to us? He seemed nice.”

“He called us idiots.”

“As a term of endearment!” Beomgyu defends passionately for some reason. “I really don’t think we did anything to anger him. Maybe because I got it from a sex shop, it’s like a sex ouija board. It’s...freaky? Freaky…magic? Maybe it’s not actually chad. Chad seemed pretty nice. Just a horny guy. But hey, he hasn’t been able to have sex in years.”

You groan and flop back onto your bed in a crisis. “Shit, man. What should we do?”

Beomgyu ignores you. He’s too busy clasping both his hands together, eyes shut and whispering hysterically near your window. “I have a dick I have a dick I have my dick back I have a dick. I have my dick back I have my dick back I have a dickihaveadickihave a dickihave a dick.”

You sit up slightly to watch him, eyebrow raised. “What the fuck are you doing?”

He shoots you a glare, “I’m manifesting my precious organ back,” then he returns back to his desperate affirmations, repeating the words so intensely like a mad man.

“I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“I say we call taehyun.” Beomgyu suggests, crazed, turning around to your already defeated form, laying spread out on the bed.

“Uh, why?” That sounds like a terrible idea.

He shrugs. “He’s good at magic tricks and all that magic shit. He’ll know what to do.”

“WHAT the fuck, no. He’s not going to know. I’m not asking him. He wouldn’t even know. We are not telling him any of this.”

“He might!”

You give beomgyu an incredulous look. “He does card tricks, bro. That shit’s not going to help.”

You knit your brows and grab your phone, frantically typing into the search bar different variations of your situation. Seeing it written out is beyond absurd and unsurprisingly, no matter how many ways you try to word it, there’s just nothing there. There’s no explanation and this has never happened to anyone else online ever.

From time to time you glance down at it, checking to see if it is still really there and not just both you and beomgyu experiencing some mass hallucination. It is always still there. Your anatomy is still switched.

Beomgyu also taught you how to piss standing up in the meantime, which was a lot harder than it looks to be honest.

The two of you sit on your bed in stunned silence in the aftermath of the discovery and shock, staring off, lost in doomed thought. Because, genuinely what were you supposed to do? What if this is permanent?

“Here.” You snap out of it, refusing to spiral, reaching into your drawer and pulling out one of your lacy, pink frilly panties, handing it to beomgyu.

Beomgyu raises a brow at you, staring at them like they’re going to blow up in his face.

You roll your eyes. “Oh my god, just take them. They’ll be more comfortable.”

He slowly reaches out and hesitantly takes them. Beomgyu’s entire face heats up, turning the colour of a ripe tomato, it’s almost impressive how quickly it happens. He clears his throat. “Do you want my boxers?”

You glance down at him and then back up. “The one’s you’re wearing?”

He nods.

You gag. “Eugh. No, that’s disgusting.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because you’re wearing them!”

He opens his mouth to argue but stops and sighs. “Ugh. Fine, i’ll get you new ones…”

Beomgyu rushes back to his place, running out with his hands covering in between his legs as if anyone would notice and quickly gets some boxers for you, returning swiftly. They’re much more comfortable and they fit better for your new organ at least, but were you supposed to just accept this now? No, you’re just adapting. You’ve always been an adaptable person. You just have to adapt to this situation for now, yes. It’s the best way to react.

Beomgyu comes back from using the bathroom, cheeks dusted pink. “Peeing is still super weird…” he mumbles.

He pulls up his jeans, tugging and wriggling them into place with a small frown, but from the way your underwear is resting on his hips, they’re still so visible, the lacey fabric being seen.

You get distracted by the sight. The way the soft pink fabric sits against his hips, delicate and out of place against his usual style. It does something weird to you. A flicker of something passes through your mind, uninviting, you sharply look away, swallowing. But, you form some kind of sick idea, gears turning in your brain. It’s not a good idea, you know it isn’t.

“Okay, I’m going to be honest. And you need to hear me out…” You start slowly, testing, cautious.

“What?” Beomgyu asks, curious, but very suspicious.

You shift awkwardly on the bed, trying to think of a way to say this out loud that sounds less insane than it currently does in your head.

You take a breath, hesitating. “I think…”

Beomgyu watches you with narrowed eyes, waiting for you to continue saying whatever it is you have to say, “Go on.”

“…We should fuck.”

There is a long silence where he just stares at you blankly as if he didn’t quite hear you right, then his face twists into absolute bafflement.

“Excuse me?! Are you mental?!” Beomgyu squawks.

You hold your hands up in defence at his reaction. “Not because I want to!”

His eyes widen. “That’s not much of a reassuring clarification!”

“I-i mean-not that I don’t want to—!”

“WHAT?”

Fuck. You grasp at straws, trying to defend yourself. It made sense in your head! “Maybe it will be reversed like that! You said it yourself, maybe this is like…freaky magic!”

“What if it makes it permanent?!” Beomgyu shoots back instantly, making a horrified expression at the thought.

You pause. It’s not a possibility you had considered. Your eyes flicker around your room in thought, falling down to the pink glittery board still on your carpet floor. “Wait, we can ask chad! He has to know something.”

You pull out the ouija board and the two of you impatiently set up everything for it, sitting crosslegged once again. You place both your fingers onto the planchette and ask for the frat ghost once more.

“Are you with us, chad?” Beomgyu asks.

There’s a few minutes of silence, finally, he appears.

Y

E

S

You exhale slowly through your nose. “Did you curse us, chad?”

N

A

H

“Then who did?” You turn to beomgyu’s face with an exasperated sigh. “Do you know how to reverse it?” The planchette drags slowly across the board, almost playfully if that were possible.

M

A

Y

B

E

It’s not entirely an answer. You and beomgyu exchange an irritated look, trying not lose your temper over this dead frat boy. “If we…” you clear your throat awkwardly, “fuck, could we possibly go back to normal?” It moves immediately over the letters this time, almost enthusiastically.

Y

E

S

You take your fingers off with resignation. “There’s our answer…”

The planchette suddenly starts moving on its own again, something chad clearly likes doing. Both of you flinch.

F

U

C

K

“Oh my god…I hate this chad guy.” You mutter.

Beomgyu folds his arms across his chest with a grimace. “I’m beginning to hate him too now.”

You fold the board up and shove it into one of your drawers on your desk, wanting it out of your sight. The room falls uncomfortably quiet and heavy. Beomgyu does not make eye contact with you as he fiddles with the sleeve of his hoodie. You can tell he’s thinking about it though and you’re thinking about it more too. You bite your nails, turning to look at beomgyu, at the soft pink sitting across his cheeks, at the strips of lace still visible above the waistband of his jeans, resting high over his hips. Honestly, you are curious. And apparently it will work if you both do it so…it’s worth a try. There’s nothing else you can do. This seems logical to you, or as logical as it can get in this situation.

“I’ve lowkey always wondered what it would be like to have a dick.” You cut through the silence.

Beomgyu finally looks up at you, scandalised.

“What? I have.” You shrug. “Come on,” you continue, sitting up straighter. “You’ve never been curious to what it feels like? What sex feels like from the other side?”

He looks deeply conflicted. “This is the weirdest shit…” beomgyu murmurs.

“Well, yes, but no one has ever had this opportunity before.”

Beomgyu chews the inside of his cheek as he contemplates. You leave him to it. Because, whilst you are sort of strangely game to this, you know beomgyu is not. It’s his call.

You wait for a while to see what beomgyu will decide as he still chews the inside of his cheek, staring down at his lap. Then finally, he gives a tiny, nervous nod. “Fuck it. Let’s just do it. Let’s have sex,” he’s looking at you now with a strange mix of embarrassment and determination.

“Okay,” you reply, exhaling a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. You sit up a bit straighter, like that might make you seem more composed than you feel. “Okay.”

Beomgyu nods again, slower this time. “Okay,” he echoes, though it sounds less confident.

“Maybe we should…kiss?” You suggest, wincing almost.

“Why?”

“To…get us going?” you offer, even less certain now, your voice trailing slightly at the end. You clear your throat.

“Oh, uh, okay.”

“Okay.”

The two of you move onto the bed awkwardly, sitting opposite one another on top of the duvet. And suddenly everything feels much stranger and worse. Because it was one thing when it was all hypothetical, but now, actually sitting here, knees nearly touching, looking at each other like this and so close, is different. You don’t think either of you have ever really looked at each other like this before. You’ve never looked at beomgyu this up close and so intimately before, close enough to see the pretty mole near his mouth. The pair of you sit there for a few seconds in unbearable silence doing absolutely nothing, both of you too scared to actually start anything.

You eventually make a move first, mostly because if you do not, you think the two of you might actually stay frozen here forever. Your hand lifts awkwardly to his heated cheek, fingers brushing lightly against his skin. Beomgyu goes very still. You stare down at his lips and he does the same, nervously wetting them and then swallowing.

Awkwardly, hesitantly, you press your lips with his, brief, testing. Your lips barely brush before both of you pull back a little too quickly, recoiling. You try to kiss again before you can overthink it. It is so awkward, obviously, in the way that comes with clearly crossing a line between the both of you. But his lips are soft, very soft, perfectly soft. Yet, it’s not that surprising, they’d always seemed like it whenever you’d watched beomgyu’s lips move in a pout when he talked passionately or argued back about something, fascinated by it. His lips had an annoyingly pretty shape to them.

Gradually, some of the awkwardness thins out, dissolving and melting somewhere between some kisses and the next kisses. Until you’re not really thinking about it anymore, starting to get a little lost in beomgyu’s soft lips, your mouth caught between kissing his plush bottom lip, deeper, becoming much easier. Now, you’re making out with Choi beomgyu. Making out with your best friend’s other best friend. Never would you have thought this would happen, but maybe kissing beomgyu wasn’t the weirdest thing right now. Seriously, how did the most unlikely events manage to happen to you in the span of less than twenty four hours?

It’s getting to the both of you now, all the messy kissing, your faces tilting and moving in opposite directions continuously as you move your lips against each other, both of you kiss-drugged. It’s certainly getting you worked up, increasingly harder to think through, more fervent, your hands are in his hair, beomgyu is pulling you in closer by the back of your neck, then his hands go to your waist, gripping. You can feel the warmth of his breath between every kiss and the way he exhales shakily whenever you kiss him with more intensity. Making out with beomgyu is surprisingly very, very pleasant.

And when your mouth drifts from his lips, down to his jaw, brushing softly against the side of his neck, you feel him shiver. You start kissing his neck instead, sucking, leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses, beomgyu tips his head back, very into it, all of it going to his pretty little head, letting out little whimpers as you suck more and more, kissing the same sensitive spots on his pretty neck over and over.

His fogged up brain allows you to unbutton his jeans, unzipping them and letting you put your hand down them, slightly, slowly rubbing at his pussy through the lace underwear he's wearing, still focused on completely attacking his neck too. The effect is immediate, beomgyu positively squirms and lets out a shy little noise, grabbing to hold onto you more, hiding his face in your shoulder as he continues to whimper shakily the more you rub his folds through the panties. It doesn't take long at all until you can feel the material completely soaked, even catching on your fingers.

You pull away to tug beomgyu's jeans completely off him, leaving him only in your pink panties and his grey hoodie. The second he realises how exposed he is, he shuts his legs closed, his entire face completely red, his neck and ears too.

"Are you gonna let me see? Please?" You ask and tilt your head, cooing softly at how embarrassed beomgyu is. "I'm sure it's pretty." That doesn't really help, beomgyu just lets out an annoyed whine at you and his face somehow becomes even more red.

You place your hands onto his milky, smooth thighs instead, moving back and forth over them. "Come onn, gyu. I'll play with your pussy right. I’m the one who’ll know better. Don't you wanna know what it feels like? Your vagina needs me. She's drenched. She wants me." You can't help but burst out laughing.

"Oh, shut up.” Beomgyu rolls his eyes despite how embarrassed he is, voice going all high and whiny, playfully kicking you away. But after a moment, he quietly speaks up, “f-fine…touch me.” He brings his hands to his face to hide.

“You’re okay with it?”

Beomgyu nods slowly, still hiding his face. “Feels like I-i need it, need something…” he mumbles quietly, confused. It’s so cute.

“Okay,” you gently part beomgyu’s legs, he covers his face even more in his hands at this, slightly closing his legs on instinct but you push them wider. And you’re right, he’s completely soaked your panties, they’re so wet that you can see the outline of his folds through them, they’re basically transparent now.

You suck a breath at the sight, desperate to see fully. You push the cloth to the side, beomgyu’s newly attained pussy on display and you’re almost in awe, because it’s the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen, with delicate folds and a small clit peeking out from under it’s hood. It’s glistening, almost shining with slick too. You can’t take your eyes off beomgyu’s pussy. You swallow hard, mouth watering like you’ve just stepped into a forest clearing with a beautiful, sparkling, waterfall before you. It’s so pretty just like the rest of him.

“So perfect…” You gently trace his pussy lips with your fingers, grazing the entrance and then circling his clit but not touching it directly. Beomgyu takes in a breath, trembling at the light touching, horrified with shame, trying and failing not to react so strongly. He feels a throb inside, at the bottom of his tummy, some kind of itch he knows he himself can’t scratch, he feels this overwhelming kind of feeling, needing it to be taken care of. He peeks just to look a little at you through his fingers, stomach heaving erratically, his body reacting so needily.

You watch him as he does this. “Are you going to keep hiding?”

“It’s embarrassing.” Beomgyu groans dramatically and drops his head back against the wall behind him.

“It’s not that embarrassing. Take your hands away.” He does actually take them away from his face with a grumble, unsure what to do with his hands now, keeping them balled up on the mattress.

You tug the panties off him. As much as they do look good on him, they were irritating you now. You wanted to see more of him, all of him. Once they’re finally off, you trace gently once more and beomgyu exasperatedly sighs.

“Do something more!” Beomgyu complains, bucking his pelvis into your hand, whining.

“Chill, dude. I’m just trying to get you used to the feeling of having a vagina. It could be too much.”

“Well I’m used to it now.” Beomgyu snaps back.

You sneer at him, mouth twitching but slightly amused by how he can talk back even with how embarrassed he seems. “Tch, you’re annoying as hell.”

“So are you.”

“I’m just helping you.”

“Helping me? We need to fuck to be normal again! It’s not like I want this.”

“I don’t know, kinda seems like you want it.”

“I-i don’t.”

You raise me a brow. “Your pussy says different.” You lightly give it a slap and then rub the folds soothingly. Beomgyu yelps, wide eyed, shuddering, but it’s clear it arouses him. You see his hole clenching and unclenching at that.

You can’t help but grin a little. Mangled, startled mewls slipping out from beomgyu as you continue to lightly slap at his wet pussy over and over again until his clit is fully throbbing and his folds are so puffy and pink. He looks absolutely wrecked already, despite how little you have actually done. His cheeks are flushed a deep pink, chest rising and falling in uneven little breaths beneath the oversized hoodie, slipping off one shoulder and exposing the tank top he’s wearing underneath.

“Please. Need something in it. Please.” Beomgyu gasps, a singular tear falling slowly, elegantly down one of his cheeks. Maybe you are being a bit too harsh with the teasing. With your thumb, you brush the tear away looking up at beomgyu’s teary, simmering, gorgeous doe brown eyes, some of his lashes clumped with unshed tears. You feel almost sorry.

“Aww, sorry. Just can’t help but play with the pretty doll.”

“Y/nnnn.” Beomgyu whines out heavily at you, pleadingly, brows scrunching up frustratedly. So finally, you bring the pads of your fingers to circle his hole, dipping one finger slowly into him, moving the littlest in and out. Beomgyu lets out a soft whimper and when you’re bored of just one, you add a second finger inside him. It slides easily in with an audible squelch, beomgyu winces, embarrassed at sounds he didn’t think his body would produce. You carry on pumping your fingers in at a pleasant pace, watching beomgyu’s reactions intently, loving how sensitive and reactive and new he is to all of this. It’s a lot for him already. But you’re also curious to taste his magical pussy. So bad.

“Why’d you do that—ahhhh!”

You remove your fingers completely out of him in one go, grabbing under his thighs and shoving your face into him instead, taking in the scent of his sweet, magical pussy and then sticking your tongue flat out, licking a sudden stripe on his slit, lapping at the stickiness. It’s like honey. Beomgyu tastes so good, you want to eat and eat and lick until you physically can’t, until your teeth rots from how sweet and yummy and addictive he tastes.

You tongue fuck him too, twisting, trying to reach deep. Every time your tongue drags over him, his body jerks. You decide to pay attention to beomgyu’s currently neglected clit, flicking your tongue over and over rabidly. Beomgyu nearly jumps out of his skin at this, not anticipating the raw nerves there and it is so intense, more than anything he’s ever experienced.

You decide to wrap your entire lips around the bundle of nerves instead, harshly sucking until they’re even more swollen.

“O-oh my godd- !” Beomgyu cries, flustered, taking a sharp intake of breath, screwing his eyes shut at the overwhelming sensation, his hands immediately flying to cover his face yet again. You bring the two sticky fingers back, stuffing them back into beomgyu’s cunt, pistoning them in and out and continuing to suck on beomgyu’s overly sensitive clit. His full lips are parted in an ‘o’ shape, mouth agape, prettiest choked up cries coming out of them, brows knitted together, head reeling back as well as his eyes. Beomgyu is sopping, you feel the new wave of slick every single time you push your fingers back in him. Every slight curl of your fingers making his thighs twitch. You also start a scissoring motion with the two fingers inside, spreading him open, making him squirm so much, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. There’s something almost helpless about him now.

Beomgyu shifts restlessly against the bed, shaking, clearly trying to deal with the strange, feeling building inside him. “I-I I think I’m gonna come!” You’re obsessed. You drag beomgyu down even more to eat him out at a closer, better angle, feasting on his pretty cunt, hungrily, mouth, tongue moving frantically, making your own muffled groans against his flesh that no doubt send vibrations through his already overwhelmed body, going out of his mind with need.

Beomgyu falls apart easily with a strangled cry, tears spilling over his red apple cheeks, fighting against your hold. His hips buck so much into your face as he orgasms, you think he nearly breaks your nose, but you don’t care, his legs trembling and clenching at the sides of your face, a slush of juices gushing and flooding out of his already drenched cunt. You’re genuinely mesmerised by it all, lapping all the juices up, slurping it all clean.

“T-too muchh!” Beomgyu shakes at the overstimulation, squealing and whining slightly painfully. Reluctantly, you pull your face out from in between his legs.

The sheer intensity of it leaves beomgyu breathless and in shock, utterly undone as he pants, and pants in a daze, red in the face, having never felt like that before. “Jesus fucking christ. People with vaginas have orgasms like this?”

You huff out a quiet laugh. “Yeah lol. Why? It’s much more different?”

Beomgyu nods, still panting, trying to breathe regularly. “Uh huh.”

You push your soaked fingers out of his cunt, tapping them together to watch the thick strings connect like webs.

You bring them to beomgyu’s pretty mouth. “Wanna taste your pretty pussy?” Beomgyu does so without a fight, wrapping his swollen, plump, glossed and round lips to them, sucking your fingers dry, looking up at you with those pure sparkling eyes through his doll-like lashes, fluttering his eyelids like a slut. You don’t know if it’s purposeful.

It’s only now you notice the rush of blood to your dick. You’re hard as hell, you were too focused on beomgyu to think of anything else. But it feels even heavier, aching, straining. You need to fuck him so bad.

“Can we fuck?” You ask him.

“A-alright.” Beomgyu gulps, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

You rid yourself of your own clothes, taking ahold of your length in your hands, bringing yourself closer to beomgyu’s body. You close your eyes and inhale and exhale a number of times, trying to calm yourself, firstly, slapping the length lightly on his folds. Beomgyu seems to be in the same predicament, trying to calm himself down too, he’s staring down at the scene carefully, feeling his face heat up, cheeks burning.

You start to rub your cock on beomgyu’s cunt, rubbing the slitted tip from his entrance and up to his clit, focused more on the friction with the head and clit together. The tip now stuck with strings of beomgyu’s sweet slick, is much more sensitive than the rest of it and you shiver at the feeling, both you and beomgyu gasping at them rubbing and sliding slippery against each other.

“Okay…I’m gonna put it in. Is that okay?” You brace yourself, mentally preparing for it. Suddenly, you’re reminded that this is actually a one of a kind, very awkward situation to be in.

Beomgyu nods, bottom lip caught between his teeth, he’s bracing himself too. “Yeah, okay.”

Slowly, you bring the head of the cock to his wet, eager hole, pushing it in, stretching out the delicate ring of skin at the entrance until it pops completely in with a small, moist, squelching noise, both of you gutturally groaning out. You wait a little until attempting to push in the rest of the girth inside, inch by inch, watching his face attentively as you carefully ease the rest in. You stop once you do this, allowing him and you to get used to it.

“You okay?” You brush the strands of messy hair away from beomgyu’s eyes.

Beomgyu is stuffed. He nods, blushing so hard and face flushed so much he practically looks feverish, whole face somehow going even redder, which just shouldn’t be physically possible at this point at all.

It’s so warm and soft and slippery, the length being fully tucked inside.

“You can move.” Beomgyu breathes out eventually.

So, apprehensively, you begin to test the waters. You pull all the way back out and then sheath it all the way back in the tight but softly delicate space, the searing friction at this causing you to shudder, lips parting at the feeling. “Oh…”

“Fffuu.” Beomgyu dulcetly whimpers too, it’s hard to get used to, stretched out so much, feeling everything side, every ridge of the length.

You begin a pace of leisurely rocking in and out of beomgyu’s cunt, watching the way the pretty pussy swallows your new dick whole, enveloping it each time, the motion of pushing and pulling creating more intense feelings for you.

“You’re taking it so well,” you murmur lowly and strained, trying not lose yourself in the pleasure of fucking slow into beomgyu’s goopy, gorgeous, spongey pussy.

He’s still quietly whimpering and you can practically see him trying to make sense of what he is feeling until his expression changes as he realises just how good it feels, allowing himself to relax and succumb to it.

It’s a new sensation. Being the one to fuck into rather than fucked into. You try to hit further, deeper inside beomgyu at a different angle, giving an experimental thrust. He instantly moans out loud and pretty to your ears, his toes curling.

“How does it feel, gyu?”

“Weird. I-i feel so full. Feels good.” Beomgyu barely squeaks out. His pouted lips stay parted, the prettiest little sounds spilling out every few seconds with each push in no matter how much he tries to hold them back, spreading his legs thoughtlessly even wider, both of his hands now coming to rest underneath his thighs, holding them apart for you.

“H-how does it feel for you?” Beomgyu looks up at you, curiously, thick eyelashes fluttering every time you move just right, voice trembling.

“Mm. Feels really good too.” You nod, knitting your brows, lips pressed together in concentration, gritting your teeth, fucking into his gummy walls, deeper, harder, staring down where your bodies connect, his ripe pussy just sucking you in, seeing how deep it goes every time, so greedy and hungry, growing more wet and sticky between you both.

You start to move more confidently without realising it, hips snapping into his with sticky sounds that follow. You’re sweating, it’s tiring, but it feels so good. It’s so hard to think about anything else anymore, it’s just alll consuming. You can see it on beomgyu’s pretty little face too, so debauched, glistening with sweat too, mellifluously whining continuously.

“Fuck, y/nn!-ughhhgh!”

You lift one of beomgyu’s legs up by his dainty ankle, holding it straight against you, the new angle allowing you to bury yourself even deeper in his mystical cunt, against his cervix, sickeningly enjoying the way he cries out at this. The position is far more vulnerable for him and beomgyu looks so hot like this, flustered, body jolting and bouncing along with every ram into him, your dick splitting him open. You love it.

Beomgyu is so fucked out, eyes hooded in ecstasy, dumbly drooling, soft long hair messy and splayed, red, sweaty, button nose scrunched up, biting his glossed full lips raw, you can feel the one leg you have up, shaking, like a pretty fawn. He makes another helpless sound.

“Such a—mhmm-pretty girl…” Fucking beomgyu like this is getting to you, your brain is so pussydrunk, you’re just murmuring any shit as you pound beomgyu’s obscenely puffy, glistening pussy. It’s taking everything in you not to cum so soon.

Beomgyu whines with furrowed brows and a tremor. “I’m not a girl!”

“Come on. You already look like a—hahhh-girl, beomgyu. Maybe you should have a pussy all the time, keep you fucked all the time. I wouldn’t mind.” You meanly laugh.

Beomgyu cries, embarrassed, shaking his head, but he’s quite literally moaning out like a girl right now, so incredibly loud and high pitched and airy compared to his usual deep voice.

You grin suspiciously wide at him, and then you grab a hold of his other leg, folding them both over his chest to plow into him even more, your dick carving and curving up inside of him beyond deeper, hitting such a sweet spot for him, tearing a sudden, alarmed moan to rip out from beomgyu’s mouth.

“Look at you…you love this, beomgyu, being fucked and full like a girl. Don’t you?” You cruelly slap his mushy clit raw and red as you fuck him faster, barely holding off your orgasm. You’re not used to how quickly the sensation builds, immediate. You’re not going to last long. You quickly bring your thumb to beomgyu’s clit, rubbing over it fast, knowing it will do it for him. “You love having a pussy, don’t you?”

Beomgyu’s body arches, writhing, hands twisting in the sheets, full on sobbing, pretty tears streaming down his hot face. “I do, I do! Shitshit-ohhmygod!” Beomgyu completely convulses, spasming, eyes rolling to the back of his head, pussy fluttering and clamping down so hard on your cock, long waves of pleasure completely crashing over him as you watch his pussy give out and squirt all over, juices surging, flowing, cascading out of him gorgeously and wondrously. The sight of beomgyu squirting and clenching around you completely does it for you as you moan out too, cursing, giving one last, hard ram into his cunt until you feel yourself go over the edge too, his magical cunt making you cum so hard you genuinely see stars, filling beomgyu’s hole to the brim, overflowing, stuffed with your cum that you can see a white creamy ring around your dick.

You pull out with a shudder, watching the way your cum oozes and gloops out from his sensitive hole, his pussy completely wrecked. You don’t think his hole can give out anymore cum but it still slowly drips out of him like pearly beads, like pretty pearls from clam shells. You’re so entranced. “Holy fuck…”

Beomgyu completely melts into the sheets, drained, exhausted, boneless, dry tear stains on his pink cheeks. He’s looking up at you so dreamily, so content and satisfied from being fucked.

“I think that was like, the most intense orgasm I’ve had in my entire life. What the actual fuck.” Beomgyu states with very laboured breathing.

You can’t help but kiss his soft lips sweetly again and he kisses you back. “You genuinely did so good, beomgyu. I got a bit carried away, sorry.” You sheepishly tell him.

Beomgyu hides his face in his hands again, tips of his cute ears turning red. “It’s okay. I…liked it.” For a moment, both of you just pant, laying on the bed, but then beomgyu speaks up timidly. “If we go back to normal tomorrow, should we…fuck again?”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise, before you’re grinning again. “Hell yeah,” having absolutely not had your fill of his pussy just yet. You figured you may as well if it will all disappear in the morning.

Now, you’re pushing beomgyu’s face into your pillow, his ass up in the air as you spread his pretty pussy apart, watching the way it’s still dripping, you push your thumb a little in the hole, watching it still twitch and clench, still wanting more, so greedy. Beomgyu’s head is tilted, one side of his cheek smooshed into the pillow to look at you from behind eagerly.

“Come onnnn.” He whines out brattily, so impatient, arching his back even more seductively.

You lightly spank his little ass before digging your nails into his hips and slamming your dick inside once more, pounding into his delicious, succulent, messy cunt once again as beomgyu cries out muffled underneath, drooling onto your pillow, rocking his hips like a whore to meet your thrusts, fucking your cum and his juices back in.

You don’t know how long you guys go at it for but you’re ripping multiple, countless orgasms out of beomgyu, pushing his delicate body into different positions like the pretty doll he is, spurting cum multiple times inside his pussy and all over his pretty body, because you may as well, it’s quite a once in a lifetime thing, savouring how it feels to fuck his cunt and every pretty noise that comes out of his mouth, continuing to fuck the daylights out of him.

Both of you wake up in the morning to your genitalia, thankfully, or perhaps unthankfully, indeed, back to normal. Chad the ghost was actually right.

Both of you go back to Croft Street to return the freaky ouija board to the sex shop beomgyu purchased it from, not wanting to deal with anymore paranormal activity, fine with what experience you have. But, when you stand in front of the sex shop with beomgyu, it has in fact, been closed for months now, boarded up and was definitely not open because you found out the owner had died a while back, hence why it was shut down, even though beomgyu swears down they were the one who served him. Neither of you try to think about that.

Instead, you sell it to the vintage antique place next door, someone else can deal with that. You also make sure not to reapply to that accommodation building next year and to go elsewhere. Beomgyu uploads the YouTube with the salvageable footage he had left and it goes viral. He becomes the number one famous campus youtuber like he wanted and gains many more subscribers. He doesn’t stop talking about it. Not once.

When taehyun finally returns back from his semester abroad, you and beomgyu decide to surprise him at the airport together, running to hug taehyun’s shocked face once he comes out of the arrivals terminal. He’s so touched he nearly cries, but taehyun swears he didn’t even have tears in his eyes.

Now, all three of you are sitting in a cafe at the airport with drinks.

“I watched the video you guys did together. It was super good. It’s a funny skit. Love how you guys managed to make it look so real.” Taehyun says, watching you both.

“Haha! Thanks.” Beomgyu forces a laugh, slurping his milkshake.

“So you guys had some bonding time whilst I was gone then?” Taehyun asks, curiously.

Both you and beomgyu splutter on your straws. Beomgyu starts actually choking so much that you have to hit at his back. “Y-yeah…!” He manages eventually, eyes watering.

You rub at your neck. “You could say that..”

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A/n: idk how this reads i didnt proof read I’m so sorry if everyone hates this. I wanted to be more creative 😭 it was very interesting to write smut with the reader having a dick since ive never written that before, I’ll admit I had a bit of difficulty trying to write in that pov 😭😭 but it was fun !! upside down kiss - txt is absolutely the song for this fic 😼😼 I recommend. Babygirl let’s get freaky.

he can't answer that, obviously, because how could he explain that he'd been following you to catch a glimpse of your ass in the short skirt you wear? his ears glow a bright pink when you approach, his gaze dropping to his feet to avoid your scrutinizing glare. you scoff, smacking your sticky lips together as you roll your eyes, "weirdo."

nerd!휴닝카이 who offers to do your homework for you. any means to get closer to you. and you let him with a shrug, dumping your textbooks into his lap before walking away, hips swaying dangerously with each step you take. kai brings the books to his nose, trying to catch your scent on them in vain.

nerd!휴닝카이 stalks you on social media, phone in one hand, cock in the other — he jerks himself off roughly, swallowing down the pathetic whines building in his throat. he swipes through picture after picture, innocent ones of you holding puppies, suggestive ones of you pushing your cleavage toward the camera — those always makes him cum right away.

nerd!휴닝카이 who follows you like a lost puppy, your finished homework in his arms as he tries to give it to you. but you're ignoring him? he's walked behind you like a shadow for ten minutes now, trying to grab your attention and failing each time. you're leading him down vacant hallways, finally slipping inside a small storage unit — and kai goes after you without question.

nerd!휴닝카이 doesn't understand why you're so upset. doesn't understand why you're shoving him up against the wall roughly and jabbing a finger in his face. "who the fuck do you think you are to approach me in front of everyone like that? you fucking loser." you seethe, and kai's cock jumps in his pants at the crude words.

nerd!휴닝카이 can't help but get so turned on by the way you talk to him, each insult sends heat straight to his groin and he has to reach a hand down to subtly try to adjust himself. but you notice, because of course you do. eyebrows shooting high on your forehead, the confusion lasts only a moment before your expression morphs into a sinister one.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"the hell? are you hard right now?"

that only makes him whine as he nods weakly, glancing toward the closed door like he was planning a quick escape route. but you won't let him off the hook that easily. the books are shoved to the floor as you take a step closer, breath so close that it mixes with his own.

nerd!휴닝카이 practically melts when you first kiss him, lips parting to allow your tongue inside his mouth without thinking twice. you're mean, biting on his lip harshly, pulling a pained gasp from his throat as he tries to pull back — only to be stopped by your fingers in his hair — tugging hard.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"pathetic bitch, you wanted this all along? is that why you wanted to help me? hoping I'd suck your tiny dick?"

kai wants to tell you no, wants to shake his head and deny the blunt accusation, but he can't. his cock throbs in his pants, hips jerking forward helplessly when your fingers hover above the zipper. you scoff, pulling away from his lips, now smeared with your sparkly gloss, "fine, have it your way."

nerd!휴닝카이 nearly sees stars when you take him in your mouth. the storage room is dark but he can still make out your face, peering up at him through the shadows where you kneel on the floor. your skirt has ridden up your thighs, exposing more of the skin he'd been so desperate to see all this time.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"you got a real tiny dick y'know?"

your lips are still stretched wide around him, tears glistening in your eyes when you force him deeper. "you barely reach the back of my throat." for a moment he can almost believe it, and the thought alone sends a shudder through him as he chokes on a moan, hips thrusting deeper into your mouth, causing you to gag around him.

"fuck, are you trying to kill me? you loser, can't even stay still for a blowjob." and kai nods helplessly, hands grabbing at your shoulders hard enough to bruise. his eyes are squeezed shut, jaw slack as he lets himself by shamelessly loud, not caring who might hear him.

nerd!휴닝카이 cums embarrassingly fast, cock twitching on your tongue before forcing his load down your throat with a whine. you don't swallow, and when you pull off you rise to your feet only to spit his release back into his face.

nerd!휴닝카이 moans at the feeling of his own arousal dripping down his chin, eyes bleary when they find yours. he doesn't move to wipe himself clean, doesn't even bother tucking his soft cock back into his pants as he stares at you with a lopsided grin. you only roll your eyes, already reapplying the gloss across your lips.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"tell anyone about this and you're dead, you hear that, perv?"

then you head out of the storage unit, slamming the door shut behind you and leaving kai a spent, blissed out mess. his gaze flickers down to the books you had forgotten to bring with you, and he scrambles to gather his bearings — then he's rushing after you a second time that day.

for @biteyoubiteme <3

Kai needed to get his grade up, he had straight A's apart from his damned English Literature dragging him down to the depth's of hell; his predicted grades consisted of As and A*s but his Lit? His lit was barely a C.

So reluctantly he ends up on your doorstep, with a backpack full of poems and a text decades older than him, hoping that you would say yes to helping him.

"I know it's a lot to ask but, please?" Kai's doe eyes widen to show the slight glassy look they had. You hadn't even full opened the door yet, oversized band tee clinging to your frame - your lack of bra and underwear being extremely obvious.

"Kai?"

The boy's cheeks flush pink as he realises you have no idea what he's on about, that he had already dug himself a rabbit hole full of worry.

"Come in, it's cold out there." You yawn, arms raising up as you turn around to walk away, the back of your shirt rides up enough for Kai to see the plush cheeks of your ass jiggle with each step; it takes him all of his willpower to look away.

"Would you like a drink?" Your tone is sickly sweet, coating the back of Kai's throat and hiding away his composed personality - leaving him as a hungry, mess of a young man rather than the put together front he usually had.

Kai's eyes drift down your body, his gaze lingering on your breasts through your thin shirt before he finally answers: "Yes, please. Ice cold water," His long hair falls in front of his face, the majority of it tied back into a pony tail.

The cold glass feels like an electric shock, a jumpstart for his brain to wake up. "Was it conflict poetry you needed help with?" You smile gently as you grab your laptop, along side a huge stack of notepads, highlighters, pens, and god knows that else, and sent them on the counter.

"Yeah, just the poetry," his brown eyes don't move from your boobs, even as you start to explain the first poem to him.

"She isn't really trapped in this place, rather she's trapped in her memories; she's unable to accept the fact that the world has changed and she lives in the perfected version in her mind. The poet constantly refers to the sunlight which has biblical references as the sunlight could be a way for the narrator to escape-" You pause, looking at the empty notepad in front of kai.

"Are you even listening to me Kai?"

Kai jolts, his eyes snapping up to yours, a deep crimson spreading across his cheeks like a wildfire. He smiles sheepishly before attempting to recite some of the knowledge you had shared with him.

"God is sunshine?"

You scoff in annoyance, what was the point in trying to help this dude if he wasn't actually going to listen.

"Do you want my help? Or did you come here to stare at my tits like a disgusting pervert." Your sweet tone disappears completely, replaced by something full of a hatred that seemed to have been bubbling in your stomach for the past hour or so.

Kai gulps, the silence between the two of you was deafening, the only sound was the rapid thumping of his heart behind his ribs at the realisation: he had been caught.

"I want you to teach me, please. I'm sorry," Kai's eyes well with tears, his shaky hand picking up the pink pen you had given him, the pen that was probably the same shade as your pussy - he thumps the table leg with his foot a loud BANG sounding through your small kitchenette.

You look at him confused, his dark bangs hiding the lustful gaze in his eyes as he writes on the paper - you shrug it off at him doing some sort of self punishment (and you weren't really wrong.) You continue to drown on about the poem, the first of many and Kai takes notes this time.

But when you look at his book, there isn't a single word on the page. Only drawings.

Drawings of your fucking boobs.

The worst part of your actions, is that you don't think before you do it. You don't have a single coherent thought before your hand is rising to slap the perverted boy across the face.

Kai clearly doesn't see it coming, his head snapping in the direction of the slap as your hand collides with his cheeks - the sound echoing through out the dorm.

Instead of reacting; instead of retaliating and hitting you back, Kai moans.

"Can you slap me again?"

You scoff, slamming your textbooks and laptop shut with nothing but pure disgust targeted towards the man in your house.

"Get out."

Kai's eyes widen, the kicked puppy act starting up again as his bottom lip starts to tremble - fat tears threatening to spill out onto his cheeks.

However when he sees your jaw tighten, indicating you had double downed on your decision, he makes a rash choice himself.

The gap between you closes, your back being pressed against the cold marble of your counter whilst Kai's large hand's wrap around your waist - the harsh callouses on his palms rubbing against your soft skin, from hours of playing the guitar, even through your shirt.

He leans in quickly, his right hand quickly moving to hold the back of your neck so you can't escape the kiss, his tongue lapping at the seam of your lips - attempting to soften you up, to get you to enjoy the kiss. Kai presses his front against your thigh, making you feel the hard outline of his cock through his jeans.

Your first reaction is to push him off, to spit and hit at him until he leaves - who did he think he was?! walking into your apartment and perving on you. But there was a part of you that knew that you liked it, you liked being ogled at.

You melt into his grasp, your hands reaching up to tug at the pony tail on the back of his head and your thighs tremble at the soft whimper that follows from your action.

The kiss is messy: teeth clashing, noses bumping against each other, hands wandering. Neither of you really knew what you were doing, but you knew it felt right.

"You," you push him off of you, wiping the spit from your mouth with the back of your hand, "Are a raging pervert." you emphasise your words by landing a harsh spank to his clothed cock - Kai's hips bucking up as a high pitched whine rips from his throat.

"You like when I slap your tiny cock?" You giggle, watching the life drain from Kai's eyes as you degrade his cock. Kai new he liked to be degraded, he found that out a young age when his friends making fun of him for being bad at video games made his cock rock solid rather than make him cry; he knew so even more by the fact he spent hours listening to NSFW mommy asmr on soundgasm.net.

Kai new what he liked, and most of all, he knew that his cock was far from small.

"Take it back." Kai snarls, grabbing the nape of your neck so tight it feels like he's giving you a temporary face lift. Your breath gets caught in your throat, fear spreading throughout you like an infection as you look into his brown eyes - the brown being completely swallowed by his pupils.

"Take what back?" You wheeze out, short bursts of oxygen filling your lungs as you attempt to calm down. "That you have a small dick? You know its true."

The words light a fuse inside of the man, his hand forcing you down to your knees whilst his other unbuckles his jeans with an ease a virgin shouldn't have. His jeans and boxers pool around his ankles whilst his thick, long cock slaps against his stomach - complimented by the small patch of pubes at the base.

"You still think it's small? Dumb bitch. Suck it." Kai smacks the tip against your lips, precum smearing across your bottom lip as he pries them apart. "8.7 inches is far from small, are you that dumb? Can you not count?"

You bite your lip, clench your jaw - anything to not allow that snake into your mouth and Kai laughs.

SLAP

"You're not going to get out of it." His tone is harsh, matching the red hand print that was now blossoming on your cheek. You reluctantly open your mouth, the salty taste of precum and the musky scent of his cock immediately swamping your senses.

"Good girl."

You mewl at the praise, pushing your head forward to try and take more of him down your throat, hollowing your cheeks out so you could attempt to suck more praise out of his filthy mouth.

"Fucking whore, taking my dick like you were made for it. Maybe I should upload a video of this to porn hub for your job application," Kai bucks his hips forward, grabbing your head with both hands as he begins to skull fuck you.

You gag, your vision going blurry from the amount of tears pooling in them. The mixture of precum and drool running down your chin makes you squirm, your jaw aching from the sheer thickness of his cock.

"You can take more, fucking open your mouth wider. Stupid bitch!" Kai yells, sandwiching your head between the cupboard of your counter and his hips as he forces his entire cock into your mouth.

[mentions of throw up, read with caution]

Course pubic hair rubs against your nose as your stomach empties itself around the large length in your throat, a mixture of your lunch and cum now forming on the ground. Kai moans loudly as your throat constricts around him, miking him of every ounce of cum in his balls.

"Dirty toy." Kai pulls out of your mouth, his cock covered in your stomach acid.

"Clean it."

With a whimper, your small tongue laps at the mess of cum, spit and vomit covering his cock - gagging even more at the taste. "Good girl, such a good mutt for me,"

[continue reading from here]

You look up at him through wet eyelashes, rubbing your eyes with the hem of your shirt.

"Just because you have a big dick doesn't mean you're the one in charge here." You stand up on shaky legs, pushing Kai forwards until he ended up on your couch. Your shirt ends up on the floor, covering up the mess of vomit - something for you to deal with later.

"You're still the disgusting pervert, the one was too busy trying to find goon material to focus on studying." You straddle his thighs, wet cunt brushing against the middles where the meet - his thighs were thick.

You grab his balls in one hand, holding them in a death tight grip whilst your other slaps him across the face. "You're just a dirty boy, aren't you?"

You degrading and harsh actions mean nothing to Kai as he only lets out a satisfied moan at sensation of you literally beating him.

"Harder princess, you slap like a bitch," He leans back against the couch with his arms above his head, letting you hit and bite him without flinching - showing you that he was the one in control here.

In annoyance, your storm off into the kitchen and Kai laughs - assuming you were throwing a tantrum however, the smirk on his face quickly fades when he feels the cold, sharp blade of a knife being pressed against his throat.

"Aye, puppy, no need to get so violent hm?" An awkward chuckle rolls off his tongue as you straddle his lap again, the bulbus tip of his cock rubbing against your entrance.

"Admit it. Admit you're a pervert!" You dig the blade into the soft flesh of his throat, watching a small scrap appear. Huening whines, bucking his hips up in into you.

"I'm a pervert! I'm a dirty pervert who loves staring at your boobs!" A waterfall of tears begin to stream down his cheeks - a mixture of pleasure, as you slide a condom down onto his cock, and pain from the blade against his neck.

"It-It doesn't fit." You gulp, looking at the latex that was stuck halfway down Kai's cock.

"Don't use it, please. I want to feel you, wanna feel mommy wrapped around me," he begs pathetically, bangs stuck to his forehead as he watches you

"F-Fuck, you're so big." You make it halfway down before having to stop, your forehead resting against his shoulder as you slowly sit down on the rest of the length. The two of you pant in unison, the knife still pressing deep into Kai's neck, even as you start bouncing.

"Does that feel good? hmmm? Does it feel good when mommy bounces on your huge cock because you're too dumb to know how to use it?" You giggle cutely as you drag the knife down the side of his neck, watching small bubbles of blood prickle at the surface. You lean down, licking the blood up with your tongue and leaving a few opened mouth kisses around the area before slamming your lips against Kai's.

The taste of his own blood made him feel faint, the way you were squeezing around him - it was all too much.

With a loud grunt, Kai pumps his load deep inside of you, grabbing at your waist as he looks down at the huge bulge in your stomach. "F-fuck mommy, you're so tight, so good, so good."

"I'm not stopping until I cum bunny, let go."

Kai wails, his over sensitive cock being milked as you slowly start to bounce on his length again, one of your hands wondering down to your stomach to press on the bulge.

It doesn't take long for you to finish, kissing at the wound on his neck, playing with his nipples and grinding on his cock. You cum with a soft whimper of his name, collapsing against his chest.

"I think we need another session,"

“Yo, I’m coming over right now.”

“Like, right now?” You were just in the middle of cleaning up your desk with your antibacterial wipes and all the rest of the mess that had piled up from the start of the week - some uncleaned dishes, empty ramen cups, all of your clothes that were thrown on your chair, the small bin that was pretty full by now. You’d managed to neglect tidying and doing the house chores right up until the weekend when you really couldn’t ignore it for any longer.

“You’re being in my youtube video.” Beomgyu states matter-of-factly over the phone. You can hear his footsteps, the sounds of cars and the outside winds from his end, which means he quite literally was coming over to yours right this moment.

You tiredly sigh, pulling out another wipe from the packet with aggression, your phone on speaker. “Why do I need to be in it?”

“Your building’s the haunted one right?”

“Supposedly.”

“Thennnn it’s perfect! I’ll be there in ten.” He hangs up.

You close your eyes briefly and shake your head, one hand on your hip, then, opening your eyes to survey your half cleaned room. Dealing with beomgyu, however, was an even greater effort than cleaning your entire messy student accom times ten.

He’s not exactly your best friend. That title belongs to taehyun. Taehyun is unfortunately both of your best friends which is how you met beomgyu. And even more unfortunately, taehyun is traitorously abroad for the semester at the moment, so now beomgyu has redirected his full energy and badgering onto you, because ‘you’re the next best thing’ apparently, beomgyu’s words.

You won’t lie, you were apprehensive of beomgyu at first, didnt quite like him. Taehyun was your childhood best friend. It was only ever you and him from the beginning. Taehyun has always just got you. He thought in the same way as you, a mutual understanding ever since you were four, when everyone else on the playground was wailing over the smallest of things like getting their knee a little scraped and missing their mothers after forty minutes of being in school, both of you unimpressed by the dramatics of the other four year olds, and you’ve been stuck together like gorilla glue ever since. He’s been with you from primary school, the same secondary school, all the way up until you were applying to university together. You’d ended up naturally picking the same one, the same subject, both of you inevitably stem based people.

You’d falsely assumed it would simply be just the two of you once more, navigating adulthood together. But, when you started university, he suddenly got super close to this one dude named Choi beomgyu. To be honest, you had hated his guts. Whenever taehyun talked about him, mentioned him in passing, you gained an overwhelming amount of ugly jealousy at hearing his name.

“Oh, beomgyu this, oh, beomgyu that.”

“Oh, I can’t, I already made plans with beomgyu.”

“Oh, beomgyu says blah, blah, blah.

“Oh, I’m too busy making out with beomgyu that day.”

Alright, he didn’t exactly say that last part, but he may as well have. It was like he was in love with him or some shit. They even had their own inside jokes that you weren’t a part of already.

Now, you’re a pretty good people reader, priding yourself in being a good judge of character. You like to think you can mostly already tell whether you’ll like someone’s vibe and whether they were cool and nice and genuine from first meeting them. In your head, you’d already made up in your mind that this choi beomgyu guy was some slimy bitch trying to steal your close friend away from you. You just thought taehyun had terrible perception and couldn’t see how much of a snake this beomgyu guy really was. So, you were already adamant that once you met him, it’d only validate all the feelings you had towards him and then, you could tell taehyun he was evil and not to be trusted and taehyun would realise you were right and stop being friends with him. Balance restored.

Because, well, you were terrified. Terrified that you could lose the sole person who had always been there and understood you without translation, afraid of having to go through the rest of this scary adult life with that being taken away. This had never happened before. Beomgyu threatened all of that for you.

And then, you finally actually met beomgyu on the campus cafe one day. And you do admit, it was hard not to like him even when you absolutely didn’t want to at all. He wasn’t slimy or snakey or fake. He was alas, very likeable. Annoyingly, infuriatingly so. Warm and friendly and all unadulterated smiles.

He was genuinely delighted to meet you, like you were some kind of micro celebrity. “So you’re the famous childhood friend. Taehyun talks about you all the time. It’s so nice to finally meet you!” Beomgyu's eyes were shining.

You soon realised it was all one sided, all the territorial resentment was of your own invention, that he wasn’t trying to steal your best friend away from you, that taehyun wouldn’t replace you, and that you were being totally, completely childish. Beomgyu always greeted you kindly if he ever saw you on campus alone, he went out of his way to become friends with you too, whenever it was the three of you, he made sure to never exclude you, having this habit of always checking your expression mid conversation to see what you were thinking, and he remembered the smallest things you mentioned only once in passing. He soon wormed his way into your life too. You got it. You guess you liked this choi beomgyu guy as well now.

You concluded it wasn’t the case of taehyun being taken away from you, but that there was now one more person who loved taehyun unconditionally just as much as you did. And you definitely wouldn’t hate that person, because taehyun deserves an abundance of love. ‘Sharing is caring’ or whatever shit they say. In short, you got over it. You embraced choi beomgyu in your life too. But there’s still a limit to just how much choi beomgyu doses you can take in one go.

There’s loud banging on your door nine minutes later.

You open it and unsurprisingly, it’s beomgyu, a little breathless from the flight of stairs he had to go up, hair windswept and cheeks and nose slightly tinted pink from the cold, but he's clearly very excited. He breezes past you and throws his dirty backpack onto your desk, which you had just sanitised, and immediately starts pulling objects out of it, a tripod, a small camera, a ring light. Then, he pulls something else out of his bag with dramatic flair, some kind of obnoxious, glittery, pink box, holding it up proudly in front of you.

“Ouija board.” Beomgyu grins, breathing still heavy, wiggling his eyebrows.

Your gaze travels from the box to his face and back again. “And where’d you get that from?”

“I was at that shop on Croft Street.” He’s entirely pleased with himself.

You furrow your brows, trying to place what he’s talking about in your head, and then you nod. “Ohh,” you think you can picture it now, “the vintage antique place?”

Beomgyu hesitates for the tiniest second, rubbing at the back of his neck, gaze flicking away just briefly. “Erm, no. The one next to it.”

“There’s only the…-Wait, the sex shop??” Your voice jumps an octave. “What? I thought it closed down.”

Beomgyu shrugs, trying to maintaining his facade of confidence. “Well anyway, the lady, she gave it to me free with my purchase! Isn’t that so nice?”

“You bought something from there?”

He tilts his chin up in defence and puffs out his chest, expression shifting into a look of totally exaggerated dignity and defensiveness. “I can if I want to. I’m an adult. None of your business.”

Alright, fair. You shrug. “Why the hell would they be giving out ouija boards though? And why would you take it?”

“Beats me. But what’s free is free! Look how cool it looks!” He shoves it more into your face, beaming, waiting for you to agree too.

To be honest, nothing beomgyu does can surprise you that much anymore.

You let out the biggest melancholic sigh. “I miss taehyun.”

“So do I. At least he’d be giving me way better reactions than you are right now.” Beomgyu points a brow at you, disappointed with your lack of enthusiasm, but then his grin creeps back. “Anyway, this is going to be such a good video for my channel.”

Yes, his channel. A new interest of beomgyu’s, his most recent endeavour. He was now an aspiring youtuber. He'd already gained ten thousand subscribers actually, which he mentions a lot, but it was pretty impressive. People thought he was handsome, apparently, he also mentions that a lot. His goal though has been to get more followers and take the crown of the campus youtuber which currently resided to some other choi. Yeonjun, is his name you think. Truthfully, beomgyu is pretty good at making entertaining content, you've watched a few (all of them. You wouldn't tell him that though.) he was naturally so very hilarious and quick witted, you wondered how he managed to come up with such funny things to say at the right moment unscripted.

“What’s that gonna be?” You already had an inkling, you just wanted to hear it from his dumb mouth.

He’s pulling out his camera, setting it on the tripod and adjusting its height. “I’m holding a seance in your room. Okay the title,” he turns around to you, continuing excitedly with his hands in the air like he was presenting the headline right there. “We Contacted a Real Ghost in the Most HAUNTED Uni Accommodation Building. NOT clickbait. What d’you think?”

“It’s not actually haunted.” You snort.

“Didn’t some guy die like, years ago?” Beomgyu counters, “some fratboy going up the stairs drunk, slipped, and fell all the way down. Dead. That’s why everyone’s always scared to take the stairs after a night out.”

That is how the story goes. You’re pretty sure it’s fake. An urban legend recycled every year by the first years to scare each other. There’s no real news or evidence for it. “Yeah, but those are just rumours though.”

“Well, we’ll find out for sure today.” Beomgyu declares. “Now, do you have any candles?”

Both of you now sit cross-legged on your carpet floor with a circle of all the candles you own, the strong scents of all of them, mixing together and making your room have a strange amalgamation of smells that doesn’t really go well, the glittery pink ouija board placed in the middle of it and your room dimly lit, lights off, curtains drawn too for the aesthetic.

Beomgyu approves, satisfied and picks up the camera, shoving it into both of your faces. “Okay, make your most scared face. It’s for the thumbnail.” You comply, both of you making theatrical frightened faces, beomgyu fully committed to it, his features entirely contorting and making a silly face like he was crying, which you can’t help but giggle at a little.

He mounts the camera back onto the tripod, adjusting the lens with careful precision and then checks himself out, running a hand through his hair, content with how he looks. “Let us begin.” Beomgyu says in a weird, deep voice. He deviously smirks and presses play.

“Hey guys!” Beomgyu starts, switching into that slightly agitating content creator voice, his demeanour shifting. “Today we are investigating a real haunted university accommodation building! The legend goes that a student was walking up the stairs drunk after partying, slipped, fell all the way down and unfortunately died. Now they haunt the stairwell and all the students ever since…Today we’re here with one of the victims who has to endure all these hauntings on a daily basis. Tell me, how often is it that you hear strange noises and sounds? See figures?”

“Oh, uh, never.” You reply, staring blankly.

Beomgyu sighs exasperatedly at you, shoulders sagging, whispering. “You can’t just say that. This is content. Make some shit up!”

“Right, sorry.” You try again, clearing your throat and straightening your posture. “All the time. I’m so terrified.” You say gravely into the camera with widened eyes. “I can never fall asleep. I can hear their footsteps and breathing outside my door every single night.” You lean closer to the camera with a crazed face.

“oohh that’s good,” beomgyu says, delighted by your performance, clapping. “You’re actually a better actor than taehyun.” Beomgyu slowly pans the camera across your room. “Guys, just look at this place,” he whispers, “This room is definitely haunted. Look how old and musty it is. Woahh.”

You narrow your eyes at him, crossing your arms. “It’s not musty…” You mutter bitterly, taking offence. You just spent a long while trying to clean it too.

After beomgyu is done with his talking and grand introduction, briefly reading the rules it came with before tossing it away carelessly, you both stare at the ouija board, placing both your fingers on the planchette.

“If we get possessed, make sure to like and subscribe! Oh, and comment down below right now in five, four, three, two, one!” Beomgyu then turns to face you. “I’ve never used an ouija board before. Have you?”

You shake your head. “No.”

“Remember when it was trending back in the day? My mum never let me. I missed out big time.” he says faux solemnly, shaking his head, “but I’m reclaiming what was denied to me,” You have no idea what he’s going on about. “Okay,” he begins theatrically. “Spirits of this building. If you are here, please give us a sign.”

For a moment, nothing happens. You tilt your head despite yourself, trying to listen out, if you can hear anything abnormal, anything out of the blue.

“Is anyone here with us?” Beomgyu asks hopefully.

More silence. It stretches for long enough. The planchette remains perfectly still and the red recording light from the camera is still naively blinking like it was hoping to catch something too. You raise a brow unimpressed, but knowing this would obviously happen. You feel ridiculous, this whole thing is. You sigh, ready to give up already, not sure why you agreed in the first place-

But then, you feel a force, moving the planchette, dragging it beneath your fingers. Beomgyu gasps. As do you. The small triangular piece glides and stops over two simple letters.

H

I

Beomgyu’s jaw drops. “Oh my god! Guys, there’s someone with us! Hello! Thank you for joining us. Who are we speaking to?” The planchette moves again, dragging both your fingers along with it.

C

H

A

D

It spells out. You blink. Beomgyu blinks.

“Chad…” beomgyu says slowly. “Woah. Nice to meet you, chad.”

“How did you pass away?” You ask, sceptical, furrowing your brows and leaning forwards to the board.

S

T

A

I

R

S

Beomgyu slaps a hand to his mouth. “Holy shit, guys! It’s true. This is chad the fratboy! He really did slip and fall going up the stairs oh my god! This is crazy! We’re speaking to a fratboy ghost!” Beomgyu’s eyes sparkle with excitement, looking into the camera.

It slides once again, something else supposedly pushing the planchette.

U

2

S

I

N

G

L

E

?

You stare at him flatly, warning, “Beomgyu.”

“What? I’m not doing it.” Beomgyu then laughs awkwardly. “That’s a pretty weird thing to ask, chad. Haha…”

No, it’s obviously beomgyu doing this for the views. You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously, untrusting, but he’s looking down at the board with those pure glittering eyes of his with genuine fascination and awe. It’s not the first time you’ve assumed the worst of him when he’s been anything but. Still, maybe he’s just a good actor.

Chad, the ‘ghost’ tugs the triangular piece and moves across letters for another time.

I

M

H

O

R

N

Y

…

You pull your hands back immediately with a scoff, getting up from the floor in sheer disgust. “That’s it. You’re absolutely moving it.” This whole thing was ridiculous. You don’t know why you almost even believed it for a split second. Damn that boy with his sparkly eyes that almost fooled you.

“I swear it’s not me!”

“It’s literally you.” You grab a pillow from your bed, throwing it at beomgyu. He’s definitely messing with you.

He collapses onto the floor, cackling, throwing the pillow back at you. “Why the hell would I deliberately move it to ‘I’m horny’ ?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because you’re a very strange, very weird person?”

All of your candle flames in the circle suddenly flicker violently, causing both of you to snap your head back and look at the scene of the abandoned seance. The planchette begins to move, but on its own, erratically.

I

D

I

O

T

S

It feels as though there’s an immediate gust of chilling, cold wind in your room, but your window is firmly closed shut. The candles go all out, vanishing. It is all pitch black.

You scramble blindly for your light switch near you, flipping it on, the sudden flood of brightness stinging your eyes but relieving. You tremble, genuinely frightened and creeped out by whatever just happened.

Beomgyu swallows slowly. “….okay see?” He raises his hands in surrender. “It was not me.”

You reach over and flip the board upside down, absolutely done with it. “Seance over. Goodbye, chad.”

“That was…so sick!” Beomgyu blurts out, eyes wide. “I can’t believe we got that on video!”

You bite your nails, unsure what to do, freaking out, trying to process. That was weird. Super weird. Beomgyu, in comparison, seems pretty fine about it, just shocked and very thrilled at the prospect of catching a real ghost on camera, probably thinking that he’s definitely going to go viral with this.

The ghost didn’t seem that particularly threatening, it was just a fratboy, and some ghosts don’t have to be evil. But still, you’re pretty spooked out. Even more so since you’ve never believed in the supernatural. It never made sense to you, no actual proof, no logic to it. But you’d just seen that board move by itself with your own eyes. And even though you’ve never believed in it, you still never loved the horror genre, never a fan. You remember the first time you ever watched a horror film with taehyun at the age of ten. Both of you were scared shitless, deciding to sleep together with the lights on all night in the same bed because neither of you wanted to be alone. And you didn’t really want to be alone in your room now, knowing there was some spirit floating around in your building. You don’t think you’d be able to sleep at all. There’s no taehyun. But asking beomgyu to stay would be too humiliating for you.

It seems beomgyu notices your expression though, studying and checking you carefully. That attentive, perceptive, annoying habit of his where he can tell what you are thinking. He softens at the sight of you. “You know,” beomgyu says slowly, thoughtfully, “I’m…pretty creeped out right now.”

You look at him, surprised. “You are?”

“Totally.” Beomgyu scratches his head. “So uh…is it alright if I stay the night with you? I don’t really wanna go back by myself.”

“Yeah,” You nod instantly, without question, alleviated, the reply coming out of your mouth far too quickly. You clear your throat, trying to salvage some kind of dignity, “I have an air mattress.”

Beomgyu presses his lips together, trying not to smile. You really are so similar to taehyun in certain ways.

You lie in bed, flat on your back, restless, looking up towards the ceiling, still scared and paranoid.

Beomgyu is lying on the air mattress that you had inflated. It’s been three hours now. You still can’t sleep. You’re grateful that beomgyu is in the same room as you but you can’t see him at all since he’s below you, your bed frame raised higher. You still feel slightly alone. You kind of want him on the same bed as you. It would be a lot more comforting. But, you definitely cannot ask that.

An hour passes of you contemplating whether to ask beomgyu but it’s way too embarrassing.

Another half an hour passes by painfully slow, still not being able to sleep and thinking whether you should just ask beomgyu. You huff. You’ll just have to do it. Nobody else is going to do it for you. You cannot continue lying here all night having an internal debate with yourself, you think you might go crazy. You’ll just have to swallow your pride and simply say something.

“Beomgyu.” You call out lowly.

There’s a faint shift from the floor. “Hm?” You hear his response coming down from below, his voice deep.

“Are you awake?”

“I wouldn’t have replied if I was asleep now, would I?”

You roll your eyes even in the dark. “Shut up.”

Beomgyu quietly chuckles. “What do you want?”

You brace yourself. You hate this. “Will you…will you…sleep on the bed with me?” Ew. You recoil and immediately consider wrapping yourself in your blanket and throwing yourself out the window.

There’s a pause. Then rustling as beomgyu gets up. “Okay.”

Surprisingly, he doesn’t make fun of you. But, it’s not like your scared behaviour is unreasonable. The ghost was real. Not the most intimidating, a weird one named Chad, but still. It was creepy. Especially since you had never believed in them before.

Beomgyu just quietly lifts the covers up and lays beside you once you scoot towards the edge near the wall, making space for him. Your bed isn’t the biggest, so his shoulders bump gently against yours. You feel his warm presence and body immediately, feeling better and less jumpy.

“Thanks,” you mumble, a little sheepishly.

Beomgyu shifts slightly beside you, getting comfortable under the covers. “It’s alright,” he whispers gently.

You manage to get the littlest of sleep, a sliver of sleep, but at least it was something. You wake up in the morning to the faint sound of your bathroom door opening and closing, beomgyu had just gone in, space beside you empty, you feel the absence of his body on your mattress instantly. It’s colder.

You yawn and stretch your limbs from how cramped you were last night, but you immediately sense something strange. You feel some kind of weird…weight between your legs. It must be something from your shelf that fell off onto your bed and made its way under your covers, or something. You reach down, grabbing to pick it up, but it doesn’t move. It’s attached to you almost. You’re still tired and drowsy, eyes still bleary. You don’t know what the hell is going on and why this weird feeling object won’t move. You sit up, still confused. You try to pull it again, harder. It’s somehow attached to your skin? With a frown and a growing sense of unease, you move the covers off you and lift the waistband of your pyjama bottoms. You think you see something.

WHAT

THE

HOLY FUCK?!

You scream out in pure terror at what you see. At the exact same time, beomgyu screams from the bathroom, high pitched and shrill-like. The both of you screaming simultaneously for a very, very prolonged time.

This isn’t real. This can’t be real. You’re definitely still dreaming. This is not real. It can’t be. There’s no way in hell this is real. It’s impossible!

Beomgyu slams the bathroom door open with a bang, running out. His face is pale, disbelieving, mortified. “MY DICK. IT’S…I-IT’S GONE!” He looks like he’s seen a ghost, but that was yesterday and this is far worse somehow.

“I HAVE A DICK!”

You stare at each other dumbfounded, eyes wide and mouths dropping to the floor.

“WHAT?!” Both of you say at the same time again.

“I woke up with a penis!” You tell him, gesturing downwards, seeing if any of this exchange of information would help and make this make sense.

“I went to go piss and…a-and there was nothing there! I-i I have a-a vagina!” Beomgyu’s voice cracks, he looks like he’s about to weep.

“Right.” You rub your temples, trying to digest any of this, inhaling deeply, seeing you had to step in as the calm one, “Okay. Okay. We have to think about this…logically.”

Beomgyu gapes at you like you’ve lost your mind, “there’s NOTHING logical about this! At all!” He lets out an anguished cry.

You pace around your room, trying to think hard. “What did we do? What have we done that’s different?”

“The ouija board…”

Oh, right. That is really the only thing both of you have done that is different. And if ghosts existed now, you’re not that surprised if any of this can happen too. This has to be connected to it. “Do you think Chad cursed us or some shit?”

Beomgyu also frowns, deep in thought with a pout. “Nah, it can’t be. Why would he do that to us? He seemed nice.”

“He called us idiots.”

“As a term of endearment!” Beomgyu defends passionately for some reason. “I really don’t think we did anything to anger him. Maybe because I got it from a sex shop, it’s like a sex ouija board. It’s...freaky? Freaky…magic? Maybe it’s not actually chad. Chad seemed pretty nice. Just a horny guy. But hey, he hasn’t been able to have sex in years.”

You groan and flop back onto your bed in a crisis. “Shit, man. What should we do?”

Beomgyu ignores you. He’s too busy clasping both his hands together, eyes shut and whispering hysterically near your window. “I have a dick I have a dick I have my dick back I have a dick. I have my dick back I have my dick back I have a dickihaveadickihave a dickihave a dick.”

You sit up slightly to watch him, eyebrow raised. “What the fuck are you doing?”

He shoots you a glare, “I’m manifesting my precious organ back,” then he returns back to his desperate affirmations, repeating the words so intensely like a mad man.

“I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“I say we call taehyun.” Beomgyu suggests, crazed, turning around to your already defeated form, laying spread out on the bed.

“Uh, why?” That sounds like a terrible idea.

He shrugs. “He’s good at magic tricks and all that magic shit. He’ll know what to do.”

“WHAT the fuck, no. He’s not going to know. I’m not asking him. He wouldn’t even know. We are not telling him any of this.”

“He might!”

You give beomgyu an incredulous look. “He does card tricks, bro. That shit’s not going to help.”

You knit your brows and grab your phone, frantically typing into the search bar different variations of your situation. Seeing it written out is beyond absurd and unsurprisingly, no matter how many ways you try to word it, there’s just nothing there. There’s no explanation and this has never happened to anyone else online ever.

From time to time you glance down at it, checking to see if it is still really there and not just both you and beomgyu experiencing some mass hallucination. It is always still there. Your anatomy is still switched.

Beomgyu also taught you how to piss standing up in the meantime, which was a lot harder than it looks to be honest.

The two of you sit on your bed in stunned silence in the aftermath of the discovery and shock, staring off, lost in doomed thought. Because, genuinely what were you supposed to do? What if this is permanent?

“Here.” You snap out of it, refusing to spiral, reaching into your drawer and pulling out one of your lacy, pink frilly panties, handing it to beomgyu.

Beomgyu raises a brow at you, staring at them like they’re going to blow up in his face.

You roll your eyes. “Oh my god, just take them. They’ll be more comfortable.”

He slowly reaches out and hesitantly takes them. Beomgyu’s entire face heats up, turning the colour of a ripe tomato, it’s almost impressive how quickly it happens. He clears his throat. “Do you want my boxers?”

You glance down at him and then back up. “The one’s you’re wearing?”

He nods.

You gag. “Eugh. No, that’s disgusting.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because you’re wearing them!”

He opens his mouth to argue but stops and sighs. “Ugh. Fine, i’ll get you new ones…”

Beomgyu rushes back to his place, running out with his hands covering in between his legs as if anyone would notice and quickly gets some boxers for you, returning swiftly. They’re much more comfortable and they fit better for your new organ at least, but were you supposed to just accept this now? No, you’re just adapting. You’ve always been an adaptable person. You just have to adapt to this situation for now, yes. It’s the best way to react.

Beomgyu comes back from using the bathroom, cheeks dusted pink. “Peeing is still super weird…” he mumbles.

He pulls up his jeans, tugging and wriggling them into place with a small frown, but from the way your underwear is resting on his hips, they’re still so visible, the lacey fabric being seen.

You get distracted by the sight. The way the soft pink fabric sits against his hips, delicate and out of place against his usual style. It does something weird to you. A flicker of something passes through your mind, uninviting, you sharply look away, swallowing. But, you form some kind of sick idea, gears turning in your brain. It’s not a good idea, you know it isn’t.

“Okay, I’m going to be honest. And you need to hear me out…” You start slowly, testing, cautious.

“What?” Beomgyu asks, curious, but very suspicious.

You shift awkwardly on the bed, trying to think of a way to say this out loud that sounds less insane than it currently does in your head.

You take a breath, hesitating. “I think…”

Beomgyu watches you with narrowed eyes, waiting for you to continue saying whatever it is you have to say.

“…We should fuck.”

There is a long silence where he just stares at you blankly as if he didn’t hear you right, then his face twists into absolute bafflement.

“Excuse me?! Are you mental?!” Beomgyu squawks.

You hold your hands up in defence at his reaction. “Not because I want to!”

His eyes widen. “That’s not much of a reassuring clarification!”

“I-i mean-not that I don’t want to—!”

“WHAT?”

Fuck. You grasp at straws, trying to defend yourself. It made sense in your head! “Maybe it will be reversed like that! You said it yourself, maybe this is like…freaky magic!”

“What if it makes it permanent?!” Beomgyu shoots back instantly, making a horrified expression at the thought.

You pause. It’s not a possibility you had considered. Your eyes flicker around your room in thought, falling down to the pink glittery board still on your carpet floor. “Wait, we can ask chad! He has to know something.”

You pull out the ouija board and the two of you impatiently set up everything for it, sitting crosslegged once again. You place both your fingers onto the planchette and ask for the frat ghost once more.

“Are you with us, chad?” Beomgyu asks.

There’s a few minutes of silence, finally, he appears.

Y

E

S

You exhale slowly through your nose. “Did you curse us, chad?”

N

A

H

“Then who did?” You turn to beomgyu’s face with an exasperated sigh. “Do you know how to reverse it?” The planchette drags slowly across the board, almost playfully if that were possible.

M

A

Y

B

E

It’s not entirely an answer. You and beomgyu exchange an irritated look, trying not lose your temper over this dead frat boy. “If we…” you clear your throat awkwardly, “fuck, could we possibly go back to normal?” It moves immediately over the letters this time, almost enthusiastically.

Y

E

S

You take your fingers off with resignation. “There’s our answer…”

The planchette suddenly starts moving on its own again, something chad clearly likes doing. Both of you flinch.

F

U

C

K

“Oh my god…I hate this chad guy.” You mutter.

Beomgyu folds his arms across his chest with a grimace. “I’m beginning to hate him too now.”

You fold the board up and shove it into one of your drawers on your desk, wanting it out of your sight. The room falls uncomfortably quiet and heavy. Beomgyu does not make eye contact with you as he fiddles with the sleeve of his hoodie. You can tell he’s thinking about it though and you’re thinking about it more too. You bite your nails, turning to look at beomgyu, at the soft pink sitting across his cheeks, at the strips of lace still visible above the waistband of his jeans. Honestly, you are curious. And apparently it will work if you both do it so…it’s worth a try. There’s nothing else you can do. This seems logical to you, or as logical as it can get in this situation.

“I’ve lowkey always wondered what it would be like to have a dick.” You cut through the silence.

Beomgyu finally looks up at you, scandalised.

“What? I have.” You shrug. “Come on,” you continue, sitting up straighter. “You’ve never been curious to what it feels like? What sex feels like from the other side?”

He looks deeply conflicted. “This is the weirdest shit…” beomgyu murmurs.

“Well, yes, but no one has ever had this opportunity before.”

Beomgyu chews the inside of his cheek as he contemplates. You leave him to it. Because, whilst you are sort of strangely game to this, you know beomgyu is not. It’s his call.

You wait for a while to see what beomgyu will decide as he still chews the inside of his cheek, staring down at his lap. Then finally, he gives a tiny, nervous nod. “Fuck it. Let’s just do it. Let’s have sex,” he’s looking at you now with a strange mix of embarrassment and determination.

“Okay,” you reply, exhaling a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. You sit up a bit straighter, like that might make you seem more composed than you feel. “Okay.”

Beomgyu nods again, slower this time. “Okay,” he echoes, though it sounds less confident.

“Maybe we should…kiss?” You suggest, wincing almost.

“Why?”

“To…get us going?” you offer, even less certain now, your voice trailing slightly at the end. You clear your throat.

“Oh, uh, okay.”

“Okay.”

The two of you move onto the bed awkwardly, sitting opposite one another on top of the duvet. And suddenly everything feels much stranger and worse. Because it was one thing when it was all hypothetical, but now, actually sitting here, knees nearly touching, looking at each other like this and so close, is different. You don’t think either of you have ever really looked at each other like this before. You’ve never looked at beomgyu this up close and so intimately before, close enough to see the pretty mole near his mouth. The pair of you sit there for a few seconds in unbearable silence doing absolutely nothing, both of you too scared to actually start anything.

You eventually make a move first, mostly because if you do not, you think the two of you might actually stay frozen here forever. Your hand lifts awkwardly to his heated cheek, fingers brushing lightly against his skin. Beomgyu goes very still. You stare down at his lips and he does the same, nervously wetting them and then swallowing.

Awkwardly, hesitantly, you press your lips with his, brief, testing. Your lips barely brush before both of you pull back a little too quickly, recoiling. You try to kiss again before you can overthink it. It is so awkward, obviously, in the way that comes with clearly crossing a line between the both of you. But his lips are soft, very soft, perfectly soft. Yet, it’s not that surprising, they’d always seemed like it whenever you’d watched beomgyu’s lips move in a pout when he talked passionately or argued back about something, fascinated by it. His lips had an annoyingly pretty shape to them.

Gradually, some of the awkwardness thins out, dissolving and melting somewhere between some kisses and the next kisses. Until you’re not really thinking about it anymore, starting to get a little lost in beomgyu’s soft lips, your mouth caught between kissing his plush bottom lip, deeper, becoming much easier. Now, you’re making out with Choi beomgyu. Making out with your best friend’s other best friend. Never would you have thought this would happen, but maybe kissing beomgyu wasn’t the weirdest thing right now. Seriously, how did the most unlikely events manage to happen to you in the span of less than twenty four hours?

It’s getting to the both of you now, all the messy kissing, your faces tilting and moving in opposite directions continuously as you move your lips against each other, both of you kiss-drugged. It’s certainly getting you worked up, increasingly harder to think through, more fervent, your hands are in his hair, beomgyu is pulling you in closer by the back of your neck, then his hands go to your waist, gripping. You can feel the warmth of his breath between every kiss and the way he exhales shakily whenever you kiss him with more intensity. Making out with beomgyu is surprisingly very, very pleasant.

And when your mouth drifts from his lips, down to his jaw, brushing softly against the side of his neck, you feel him shiver. You start kissing his neck instead, sucking, leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses, beomgyu tips his head back, very into it, all of it going to his pretty little head, letting out little whimpers as you suck more and more, kissing the same sensitive spots on his pretty neck over and over.

His fogged up brain allows you unbutton his jeans, unzipping them and letting you put your hand down them, slightly, slowly rubbing at his pussy through the lace underwear he's wearing, still focused on completely attacking his neck too. The effect is immediate, beomgyu positively squirms and lets out a shy little noise, grabbing to hold onto you more, hiding his face in your shoulder as he continues to whimper shakily the more you rub his folds through the panties. It doesn't take long at all until you can feel the material completely soaked, even catching on your fingers.

You pull away to tug beomgyu's jeans completely off him, leaving him only in your pink panties and his grey hoodie. The second he realises how exposed he is, he shuts his legs closed, his entire face completely red, his neck and ears too.

"Are you gonna let me see? Please?" You ask and tilt your head, cooing softly at how embarrassed beomgyu is. "I'm sure it's pretty." That doesn't really help, beomgyu just lets out an annoyed whine at you and his face somehow becomes even more red.

You place your hands onto his milky, smooth thighs instead, moving back and forth over them. "Come onn, gyu. I'll play with your pussy right. I’m the one who’ll know better. Don't you wanna know what it feels like? Your vagina needs me. She's drenched. She wants me." You can't help but burst out laughing.

"Oh, shut up.” Beomgyu rolls his eyes despite how embarrassed he is, voice going all high and whiny, playfully kicking you. But after a moment, he quietly speaks up, “f-fine…touch me.” He brings his hands to his face to hide.

“You’re okay with it?”

Beomgyu nods slowly, still hiding his face. “Feels like I-i need it, need something…” he mumbles quietly, confused. It’s so cute.

“Okay,” you gently part beomgyu’s legs, he covers his face even more in his hands at this, slightly closing his legs on instinct but you push them wider. And you’re right, he’s completely soaked your panties, they’re so wet that you can see the outline of his folds through them, they’re basically transparent now.

You suck a breath at the sight, desperate to see fully. You push the cloth to the side, beomgyu’s newly attained pussy on display and you’re almost in awe, because it’s the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen, with delicate folds and a small clit peeking out from under it’s hood. It’s glistening, almost shining with slick too. You can’t take your eyes off beomgyu’s pussy. You swallow hard, mouth watering like you’ve just stepped into a clearing with a beautiful waterfall in a forest. It’s so pretty just like the rest of him.

“So perfect…” You gently trace his pussy lips with your fingers, grazing the entrance and then circling his clit but not touching it directly. Beomgyu takes in a breath, trembling at the light touching, horrified with shame, trying and failing not to react so strongly. He feels a throb inside, at the bottom of his tummy, some kind of itch he knows he himself can’t scratch, he feels this overwhelming kind of feeling, needing it to be taken care of. He peeks just to look a little at you through his fingers, stomach heaving erratically, his body reacting so needily.

You watch him as he does this. “Are you going to keep hiding?”

“It’s embarrassing.” Beomgyu groans dramatically and drops his head back against the wall behind him.

“It’s not that embarrassing. Take your hands away.” He does actually take them away from his face with a grumble, unsure what to do with his hands now, keeping them balled up on the mattress.

You tug the panties off him. As much as they do look good on him, they were irritating you now. You wanted to see more of him, all of him. Once they’re finally off, you trace gently once more and beomgyu exasperatedly sighs.

“Do something more!” Beomgyu complains, bucking his pelvis into your hand, whining.

“Chill, dude. I’m just trying to get you used to the feeling of having a vagina. It could be too much.”

“Well I’m used to it now.” Beomgyu snaps back.

You sneer at him, mouth twitching. “Tch, you’re annoying as hell.”

“So are you.”

“I’m just helping you.”

“Helping me? We need to fuck to be normal again! It’s not like I want this.”

“I don’t know, seems like you want it.”

“I-i don’t.”

“Your pussy says different.” You lightly give it a slap and then rub the folds soothingly. Beomgyu yelps, wide eyed, shuddering, but it’s clear it arouses him. You see his hole clenching and unclenching at that.

You can’t help but grin a little. Mangled, startled mewls slipping out from beomgyu as you continue to lightly slap at his wet pussy over and over again until his clit is fully throbbing and his folds are so puffy and pink. He looks absolutely wrecked already, despite how little you have actually done. His cheeks are flushed a deep pink, chest rising and falling in uneven little breaths beneath the oversized hoodie, slipping off one shoulder and exposing the tank top he’s wearing underneath.

“Please. Need something in it. Please.” Beomgyu gasps, a singular tear falling slowly, elegantly down one of his cheeks. Maybe you are being a bit too harsh with the teasing. With your thumb, you brush the tear away looking up at beomgyu’s teary, simmering, gorgeous doe brown eyes, some of his lashes clumped with unshed tears. You feel almost sorry.

“Aww, sorry. Just can’t help but play with the pretty doll.”

“Y/nnnn.” Beomgyu whines out heavily at you, pleadingly, brows scrunching up frustratedly. So finally, you bring the pads of your fingers to circle his hole, dipping one finger slowly into him, moving the littlest in and out. Beomgyu lets out a soft whimper and when you’re bored of just one, you add a second finger inside him. It slides easily in with an audible squelch, beomgyu winces, embarrassed at sounds he didn’t think his body would produce. You carry on pumping your fingers in at a pleasant pace, watching beomgyu’s reactions intently, loving how sensitive and reactive and new he is to all of this. It’s a lot for him already. But you’re also curious to taste his magical pussy. So bad.

“Why’d you do that—ahhhh!”

You remove your fingers completely out of him in one go, grabbing under his thighs and shoving your face into him instead, taking in the scent of his sweet, magical pussy and then sticking your tongue flat out, licking a sudden stripe on his slit, lapping at the stickiness. It’s like honey. Beomgyu tastes so good, you want to eat and eat and lick until you physically can’t, until your teeth rots from how sweet and yummy and addictive he tastes.

You tongue fuck him too, twisting, trying to reach deep. Every time your tongue drags over him, his body jerks. You decide to pay attention to beomgyu’s currently neglected clit, flicking your tongue over and over rabidly. Beomgyu nearly jumps out of his skin at this, not anticipating the raw nerves there and it is so intense, more than anything he’s ever experienced.

You decide to wrap your entire lips around the bundle of nerves instead, harshly sucking until they’re even more swollen.

“O-oh my godd- !” Beomgyu cries, flustered, taking a sharp intake of breath, screwing his eyes shut at the overwhelming sensation, his hands immediately flying to cover his face yet again. You bring the two sticky fingers back, stuffing them back into beomgyu’s cunt, pistoning them in and out and continuing to suck on beomgyu’s overly sensitive clit. His full lips are parted in an ‘o’ shape, mouth agape, prettiest choked up cries coming out of them, brows knitted together, head reeling back as well as his eyes. Beomgyu is sopping, you feel the new wave of slick every single time you push your fingers back in him. Every slight curl of your fingers making his thighs twitch. You also start a scissoring motion with the two fingers inside, spreading him open, making him squirm so much, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. There’s something almost helpless about him now.

Beomgyu shifts restlessly against the bed, shaking, clearly trying to deal with the strange, feeling building inside him. “I-I I think I’m gonna come!” You’re obsessed. You drag beomgyu down even more to eat him out at a closer, better angle, feasting on his pretty cunt, hungrily, mouth, tongue moving frantically, making your own muffled groans against his flesh that no doubt send vibrations through his already overwhelmed body, going out of his mind with need.

Beomgyu falls apart easily with a strangled cry, tears spilling over his red apple cheeks, fighting against your hold. His hips buck so much into your face as he orgasms, you think he nearly breaks your nose, but you don’t care, his legs trembling and clenching at the sides of your face, a slush of juices gushing and flooding out of his already drenched cunt. You’re genuinely mesmerised by it all, lapping all the juices up, slurping it all clean.

“T-too muchh!” Beomgyu shakes at the overstimulation, squealing and whining slightly painfully.

The sheer intensity of it leaves beomgyu breathless and in shock, utterly undone as he pants, and pants in a daze, red in the face, having never felt like that before. “Jesus fucking christ. People with vaginas have orgasms like this?”

You huff out a quiet laugh. “Yeah lol. Why? It’s much more different?”

Beomgyu nods, still panting, trying to breathe regularly. “Uh huh.”

You push your soaked fingers out of his cunt, tapping them together to watch the thick strings connect like webs.

You bring them to beomgyu’s pretty mouth. “Wanna taste your pretty pussy?” Beomgyu does so without a fight, wrapping his swollen, plump, glossed and round lips to them, sucking your fingers dry, looking up at you with those pure sparkling eyes through his doll-like lashes, fluttering his eyelids like a slut. You don’t know if it’s purposeful.

It’s only now you notice the rush of blood to your dick. You’re hard as hell, you were too focused on beomgyu to think of anything else. But it feels even heavier, aching, straining. You need to fuck him so bad.

“Can we fuck?” You ask him.

“A-alright.” Beomgyu gulps, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

You rid yourself of your own clothes, taking ahold of your length in your hands, bringing yourself closer to beomgyu’s body. You close your eyes and inhale and exhale a number of times, trying to calm yourself, firstly, slapping the length lightly on his folds. Beomgyu seems to be in the same predicament, trying to calm himself down too, he’s staring down at the scene carefully, feeling his face heat up, cheeks burning.

You start to rub your cock on beomgyu’s cunt, rubbing the slitted tip from his entrance and up to his clit, focused more on the friction with the head and clit together. The tip now stuck with strings of beomgyu’s sweet slick, is much more sensitive than the rest of it and you shiver at the feeling, both you and beomgyu gasping at them rubbing and sliding slippery against each other.

“Okay…I’m gonna put it in. Is that okay?” You brace yourself, mentally preparing for it. Suddenly, you’re reminded that this is actually a one of a kind, very awkward situation to be in.

Beomgyu nods, bottom lip caught between his teeth, he’s bracing himself too. “Yeah, okay.”

Slowly, you bring the head of the cock to his wet, eager hole, pushing it in, stretching out the delicate ring of skin at the entrance until it pops completely in with a small, moist, squelching noise, both of you gutturally groaning out. You wait a little until attempting to push in the rest of the girth inside, inch by inch, watching his face attentively as you carefully ease the rest in. You stop once you do this, allowing him and you to get used to it.

“You okay?” You brush the strands of messy hair away from beomgyu’s eyes.

Beomgyu is stuffed. He nods, blushing so hard and face flushed so much he practically looks feverish, whole face somehow going even redder, which just shouldn’t be physically possible at this point at all.

It’s so warm and soft and slippery, the length being fully tucked inside.

“You can move.” Beomgyu breathes out.

So, apprehensively, you begin to test the waters. You pull all the way back out and then sheath it all the way back in the tight but softly delicate space, the searing friction at this causing you to shudder, lips parting at the feeling. “Oh…”

“Fffuu.” Beomgyu dulcetly whimpers too, it’s hard to get used to, stretched out so much, feeling everything side, every ridge of the length.

You begin a pace of leisurely rocking in and out of beomgyu’s cunt, watching the way the pretty pussy swallows your new dick whole, enveloping it each time, the motion of pushing and pulling creating more intense feelings for you.

“You’re taking it so well,” you murmur lowly and strained, trying not lose yourself in the pleasure of fucking slow into beomgyu’s goopy, gorgeous, spongey pussy.

He’s still quietly whimpering and you can practically see him trying to make sense of what he is feeling until his expression changes as he realises just how good it feels, allowing himself to relax and succumb to it.

It’s a new sensation. Being the one to fuck into rather than fucked into. You try to hit further, deeper inside beomgyu at a different angle, giving an experimental thrust. He instantly moans out loud and pretty to your ears, his toes curling.

“How does it feel, gyu?”

“Weird. I-i feel so full. Feels good.” Beomgyu barely squeaks out. His pouted lips stay parted, the prettiest little sounds spilling out every few seconds with each push in no matter how much he tries to hold them back, spreading his legs thoughtlessly even wider, both of his hands now coming to rest underneath his thighs.

“H-how does it feel for you?” Beomgyu looks up at you, curiously, thick eyelashes fluttering every time you move just right, voice trembling.

“Mm. Feels really good too.” You nod, knitting your brows, lips pressed together in concentration, gritting your teeth, fucking into his gummy walls, deeper, harder, staring down where your bodies connect, his ripe pussy just sucking you in, seeing how deep it goes every time, so greedy and hungry, growing more wet and sticky between you both.

You start to move more confidently without realising it, hips snapping into his with sticky sounds that follow. You’re sweating, it’s tiring, but it feels so good. It’s so hard to think about anything else anymore, it’s just alll consuming. You can see it on beomgyu’s pretty face too, so debauched, glistening with sweat too, mellifluously whining continuously.

“Fuck, y/nn!-ughhhgh!”

You lift one of beomgyu’s legs up by his dainty ankle, holding it straight against you, the new angle allowing you to bury yourself even deeper in his mystical cunt, against his cervix, sickeningly enjoying the way he cries out at this. The position is far more vulnerable for him and beomgyu looks so hot like this, flustered, body jolting and bouncing along with every ram into him, your dick splitting him open. You love it.

Beomgyu is so fucked out, eyes hooded in ecstasy, dumbly drooling, soft long hair messy and splayed, red, sweaty, button nose scrunched up, biting his glossed full lips raw, you can feel the one leg you have up, shaking, like a pretty fawn. He makes another helpless sound.

“Such a—mhmm-pretty girl…” Fucking beomgyu like this is getting to you, your brain is so pussydrunk, you’re just murmuring any shit as you pound beomgyu’s obscenely puffy, glistening pussy. It’s taking everything in you not to cum so soon.

Beomgyu whines with furrowed brows and a tremor. “I’m not a girl!”

“Come on. You already look like a—hahhh-girl, beomgyu. Maybe you should have a pussy all the time, keep you fucked all the time. I wouldn’t mind.” You meanly laugh.

Beomgyu cries, embarrassed, shaking his head, but he’s quite literally moaning out like a girl right now, so incredibly loud and high pitched and airy compared to his usual deep voice.

You grin suspiciously wide at him, and then you grab a hold of his other leg, folding them both over his chest to plow into him even more, your dick carving and curving up inside of him beyond deeper, hitting such a sweet spot for him, tearing a sudden, alarmed moan to rip out from beomgyu’s mouth.

“Look at you…you love this, beomgyu, being fucked and full like a girl. Don’t you?” You cruelly slap his mushy clit raw and red as you fuck him faster, barely holding off your orgasm. You’re not used to how quickly the sensation builds, immediate. You’re not going to last long. You quickly bring your thumb to beomgyu’s clit, rubbing over it fast, knowing it will do it for him. “You love having a pussy, don’t you?”

Beomgyu’s body arches, writhing, hands twisting in the sheets, full on sobbing, pretty tears streaming down his hot face. “I do, I do! Shitshit-ohhmygod!” Beomgyu completely convulses, spasming, eyes rolling to the back of his head, pussy fluttering clamping down so hard on your cock, long waves of pleasure completely crashing over him as you watch his pussy give out and squirt all over, juices surging, flowing, cascading out of him gorgeously. The sight of beomgyu squirting and clenching around you completely does it for you as you moan out too, cursing, giving one last, hard ram into his cunt until you feel yourself go over the edge too, his magical cunt making you cum so hard you genuinely see stars, filling beomgyu’s hole to the brim, overflowing, stuffed with your cum that you can see a white creamy ring around your dick.

You pull out with a shudder, watching the way your cum oozes and gloops out from his sensitive hole, his pussy completely wrecked. You don’t think his hole can give out anymore cum but it still slowly drips out of him like pearly beads, like pretty pearls from clam shells. You’re so entranced. “Holy fuck…”

Beomgyu completely melts into the sheets, drained, exhausted, boneless, dry tear stains on his pink cheeks. He’s looking up at you so dreamily, so content and satisfied from being fucked.

“I think that was like, the most intense orgasm I’ve had in my entire life. What the actual fuck.” Beomgyu states with very laboured breathing.

You can’t help but kiss his soft lips sweetly again and he kisses you back. “You genuinely did so good, beomgyu. I got a bit carried away, sorry.” You sheepishly tell him.

Beomgyu hides his face in his hands again, tips of his cute ears turning red. “It’s okay. I…liked it.” For a moment, both of you just pant, laying on the bed, but then beomgyu speaks up timidly. “If we go back to normal tomorrow, should we…fuck again?”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise, before you’re grinning again. “Hell yeah,” having absolutely not had your fill of his pussy just yet. You figured you may as well if it will all disappear in the morning.

Now, you’re pushing beomgyu’s face into your pillow, his ass up in the air as you spread his pretty pussy apart, watching the way it’s still dripping, you push your thumb a little in the hole, watching it still twitch and clench, still wanting more, so greedy. Beomgyu’s head is tilted, one side of his cheek smooshed into the pillow to look at you from behind eagerly.

“Come onnnn.” He whines out brattily, so impatient.

You lightly spank his little ass before digging your nails into his hips and slamming your dick inside once more, pounding into his delicious, succulent, messy cunt once again as beomgyu cries out muffled underneath, drooling onto your pillow, rocking his hips like a whore to meet your thrusts, fucking your cum and his juices back in.

You don’t know how long you guys go at it for but you’re ripping multiple, countless orgasms out of beomgyu, pushing his delicate body into different positions like the pretty doll he is, spurting cum multiple times inside his pussy and all over his pretty body, because you may as well, it’s quite a once in a lifetime thing, savouring how it feels to fuck his cunt and every pretty noise that comes out of his mouth, continuing to fuck the daylights out of him.

Both of you wake up in the morning to your genitalia, thankfully, or perhaps unthankfully, indeed, back to normal. Chad the ghost was actually right.

Both of you go back to Croft Street to return the freaky ouija board to the sex shop beomgyu purchased it from, not wanting to deal with anymore paranormal activity, fine with what experience you have. But, when you stand in front of the sex shop with beomgyu, it has in fact, been closed for months now, boarded up and was definitely not open because you found out the owner had died a while back, hence why it was shut down. Neither of you try to think about that.

Instead, you sell it to the vintage antique place next door, someone else can deal with that. You also make sure not to reapply to that accommodation building next year and to go elsewhere. Beomgyu uploads the YouTube with the salvageable footage he had left and it goes viral. He becomes the number one famous campus youtuber like he wanted and gains many more subscribers. He doesn’t stop talking about it. Not once.

When taehyun finally returns back from his semester abroad, you and beomgyu decide to surprise him at the airport together, running to hug taehyun’s shocked face once he comes out of the arrivals terminal, he’s so touched he nearly cries, but he swears he didn’t even have tears in his eyes.

Now, all three of you are sitting in a cafe at the airport with drinks.

“I watched the video you guys did together. It was super good. It’s a funny skit. Love how you guys managed to make it look so real.” Taehyun says, watching you both.

“Haha. Thanks.” Beomgyu forces a laugh, slurping his milkshake.

“So you guys had some bonding time whilst I was gone then?” Taehyun asks, curiously.

Both you and beomgyu splutter on your straws. Beomgyu starts actually choking so much that you have to hit at his back. “Y-yeah…!” He manages eventually, eyes watering.

You rub at your neck. “You could say that.”

A/n: idk how this reads i didnt proof read I’m so sorry if everyone hates this. I wanted to be more creative 😭 it was very interesting to write smut with the reader having a dick since ive never written that before, I’ll admit I had a bit of difficulty trying to write in that pov 😭😭 upside down kiss - txt is absolutely the song for this fic 😼😼 I recommend. Babygirl let’s get freaky.

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KAI KNEW THAT YOU HAVE DEMANDING STANDARDS FROM THE START.

It started subtly. Him carrying your bag despite holding all the other packages you just brought. Tying your shoelaces when they get caught untangled. Bringing you specific takeouts every time you are craving something. Being your personal palette tester in malls when you want to change the shade of your lipstick. You even have the hobby of lying on his broad chest just to fall asleep in his warmth every month of your red visits.

The list could go on. And, he sees no problem with that—well, at first. Kai always thinks of it as something cute or an astonishing fact to brag about to his friends. Hell, he is even savoring each minute of being at your service. It makes him feel like he has purpose, and he is the only thing you need to function.

To make it short, your exquisite taste and eagerness for attention—his attention—has become part of the reasons why he adores you with his whole heart.

With him tolerating your attitude for quite the length of your relationship, you might have grown a little relentless. But not enough for Kai to snap at you, though.

Maybe. Somehow. A little.

He is well-known to carry such extensive patience reserved for you. His friends even labeled him as the enabling gooner. That came up when they caught you having a tantrum during their weekly hangouts, and Kai just stood there smiling at you as if you were the most adorable thing he had laid his eyes on.

This goes on and on. And, from what you believe, there is nothing wrong with being well-taken care of by your loving boyfriend. He is not spoiling you rotten. Being spoiled has a big difference in being pampered. Kai is attending to his duties as your boyfriend. More so, you have trust that he is just deeply committed to what you two have.

However—not that you care—even almost-perfect men like Kai have their own expiration date. And he is about to reach his, especially when you have been trying to cross the line he has been keeping an eye on—you teasing his dearest interest: Pokémon.

Kai is many things. He is the bestest boyfriend for you, sure, but he is a world-class Pokémon maniac first. He basically owns anything tangible about that anime. Shirts, caps, figurines, action figures of characters, plushies of different monsters, and most importantly, trading cards that could get him robbed if a nerd with no apprehending morals happened to be passing by. There is even a shelf full of framed rare cards in his study, so absurd that you call it the Pokémon shrine.

That shrine itself took him nearly half of his life to complete. So, it is just a basic instinct as a collector to schedule a monthly clean up to make sure everything is in its places.

Yet, of course, you won't let him have it easy.

“Hey, baby? Can you pass me my makeup pouch? It's near your ghastly shrine.”

“Nerdass, please fetch my charger in the drawer.”

“Can you leave those cards alone and get me some water? They won't go anywhere without you carrying it like a toddler.”

Kai has been trying—that is the best word he could use—to attend to your needs while he is double checking his collection. Most days, he would be fine doing all those things for you. But today, you are close to pushing his final button.

Why can you not understand that he also has some things to do for himself? That his interest also deserves the same care he gives to you? It is beyond aggravating how you keep throwing commands at him as if he is an automatic robot programmed to follow you.

But, Kai being Kai, he didn't say anything. Mentally reminding himself that it is better to keep it to himself than shut you out and hurt your feelings. With a quiet grunt, he stood up to fetch you a glass of water, bringing a card with him to thoroughly examine for any scratch in its surface.

Going back with your demand in hand, he extends his arm to give it to you. But your eyes were busy with the pouch he handed you earlier, not noticing the glass filled with water hanging in his hand beside you. Thus, in the most clumsy way possible, you bumped into it. Water spilling into your thighs, into the sofa's fabric…

And, to Kai's demise, to his beloved Charizard EX Crystal Guardian Holo.

“Kaiiii!” You instantly whined, lips shaped into a pout at the drenched part of your skirt. Kicking your feet in annoyance, your gaze lifted at him—who is now stoic. His eyes soullessly looking at the patched part of the card he is holding.

You gulped at the sight, eyes instantly shifting from irritation to anxiety within seconds. Straightening your back, you tried to take a glance at the card's state. Only to sigh in relief when you saw that the water just managed to damage its corner.

“Uhm… It wasn't that wet,” Words start to carelessly leave your mouth, trying to find a way out of the situation. “Besides, it's just cards.”

Just cards.

Is it just cards? To you, it surely is. But to Kai? Those are more than that. This is part of his most personal interest and half of his life's work. You can't just reduce that into a word of ‘just’.

Because that is where you cross his line.

Kai suddenly slammed the card on the table, making your whole body shook by how loud it sounded. His breaths are heavy, eyes still avoiding to meet yours. So, your mind starts to shift on how to woo your ever-so-patient boyfriend that you finally managed to piss off.

“I am sure there could be replacement—”

“Shut it.”

Brows creasing at his attitude, you instinctively scoffed at him. Arms crossing in front of your chest, dumb self still managing to push itself into a much deeper grave.

“Uh? Excuse you? I am trying to—”

“I will rip that mouth off, believe me,” Kai snapped, teeth gritting at his every utterance, “I said don't fucking say anything.”

You can feel how your mouth dried from nervousness. This is the first time you have seen Kai with this kind of fury in his eyes. Even his demeanor scares you—he is distant, yet at the same time, your guts tell you that he would jump into you anytime.

Just like what you thought, he did invade your space. Only that it is much worse from what you expected.

A loud screech of your throat broke the stillness when he abruptly bent down to pick your frail body, putting you on his shoulder. He easily lifted you from the sofa, your whole figure hanging on his blades like a sack of rice. With your instinct, you start to wiggle your arms and legs in the air. Worry filling your system when you realize he is walking towards the bedroom door.

“Babe, bring me—Ow!”

You hissed when you felt a harsh slap on the back of your thigh. Still held upside-down, blood starts to rush into your head, making your brain foggy. Kai's grip grew tighter with your attempts, keeping your safety in mind.

“Quiet,” He warned, unbothered with your wet skirt soaking his shirt. “If those are just cards, then you are just a fucking toy to me, too.”

What?!

Your eyes grew larger with his remark. Stomach internally flipping, your mind barely comprehended what he just spitted. Yet your body knew better; with your cunt reacting impulsively, hole clenching into nothing from his words alone. With your instincts kicking in late, your arms and legs start to work harder, pitifully trying to get away from what he is implying.

Darkly chuckling at your struggles, Kai twisted the knob of the bedroom's door before finally putting you back on your feet. Your feeble self immediately sensed the heavy atmosphere the moment you reached the floor. His eyes darted at your uncomposed figure—looking pathetic as your eyes did everything beside meeting his gaze. With it, your thighs automatically clamped themselves, the heavy weight of being stared at so scandalously bringing sensational waves to your legs.

You almost flinched when he stepped closer, goosebumps filling your entire body. Kai held onto your chin, grimly raising it to level your sight with his. A whine almost escaped your throat, eyelashes batting into him like a lamb needed saving.

“Look at you,” He grunts, shallow eyes scanning your guilt-ridden face, “All desperate for me to let it pass, no?” He murmured, a taunting smirk emerging in his lips. “Have you realized what you have done?”

Kai deliberately asked, fingers glazing into your cheeks like death threats. Pupils quivering at his hot touch; you gave him a shaky hum, nodding at his question. Another chuckle came from him, before harshly cupping your cheeks in one hand.

“Words, doll,” He sternly ordered, forcing your mouth to open as his fingers dug deeper in your cheeks. “You were very good at using them earlier. Why can't you talk now, hm?”

The shift in his eyes finally made you remember every surviving Kai life hack his friends jokingly shared with you.

Shit… Shit… Fuck your life.

This is what Taehyun has been telling you about—no, this is what everyone has been warning you about. This side of Kai that nobody tried to mess with. A part of him so well-hidden you never thought it would ever wake up from its hibernation.

The negative side that you are yet to discover.

With your lips parted, it was hard to form a simple word like yes. But you still tried, only for it to sound so airy that it made him laugh—a laugh so condescending you can feel the humiliation eating you alive from every second of it.

“If you know what you did, then you must know what to do about it, right?” He cooed, tone thick with arrogance. Your breath hitched at his question, lips trembling with only one idea in mind.

To drop on your knees and ask for forgiveness.

Body getting ahead of your thoughts, your knees fell on the floor. And, to your surprise, he just raised his brow at you, momentarily puzzled. Blinking at him in confusion, you are about to clasp your hands and offer your apology when he caught them. Pulling you up from the ground.

“Dumb girl,” He whispered to your ear, sending sweet sensations to your nerves. “Though, it is a wonderful idea,” He starts, palms starting to make their way to your butt. “I would rather you doing that naked.” Gasping at his vulgar request, the complaint hanging in your mouth turns into a shriek when he spanks your ass hard.

“Ow! What—”

“Continue that and you will have it rougher.”

The certainty of his raspy voice tells you that he meant it. He could totally do that; manhandle you until his anger subsides, even punish your frail and needy body for his own benefits.

Your thighs pressed tighter at the lingering thoughts, the slick in your cunt getting wetter each moment passed. There is no way you could deny that your pissed off boyfriend your stomach rage with wild fire. Cheeks all burnt from each mockery that landed perfectly in your ears.

Surely, your boyfriend is not dense enough to leave that unnoticed. An amused grin now sitting in his lips, “Fuck, you liked that?” He pried. Palms now groping your supple flesh, earning whimper from you.

He was then met with silence. As if you are intentionally pushing him into the edge. Leaving your boyfriend with no other choice.

Do it by himself.

Kai unhesitantly pulled your skirt down, including your panties. You squealed out of instinct, and before you could properly react; he harshly turned your figure, removed your shirt, and pushed your bare body into the mattress.

Slumping into the soft bed, your back and the curve of your ass are fully displayed for him. You groaned into the sheets when you received another spank, your whole body jolting by how hard it is. He then hovers you—one arm flexed on your side so he wouldn't suffocate you with his large figure, with the other rubbing the spot he just slapped.

“Since you seem to be enjoying this, here's what's gonna happen,” He spat, wet lips wandering in the side of your ear. His hot breath fan your skin, spreading luscious feeling down to your core.

“You are gonna take every shit I give you like a fucking mindless toy,” He hissed, still palming your asscheek before he lands another defeaning slap. This is time, you could feel your skin sting from how it burns. Warm tears are now forming in your eyes.

“Because if I could care less about a card, then might as well to a doll running her mouth like fucking bitch.”

Your mind starts to turn into a mush, the emotions you are grasping all at once becoming too overwhelming. He is overstimulating you with his words—not with his spanks, not with his cock, but his words alone. It is overly embarrassing how wet your cunt is with just him degrading you.

Another squeal left you, but this time from him tugging your hair upward, clutching your strands with purpose.

“Undestood?”

Kai laughed when you eagerly nodded at his question. Looking so weepy with your creased makeup ruined by cold sweat mixed with your tears, and with the flushed cheeks that he always adores.

Just perfect for him to ruin.

You winced when he suddenly let go of your head, heart thumping loudly when the sound of his belt reached your ears. Barely functioning mind starts to wander if you are even wet enough to take his length without his fingers stretching you first.

Kai fucking you raw and without prep was new—Shit, even this whole thing is new to you. And, your heart heaps at the thought of it. Almost ripping out of your ribcage the moment you felt his heavy and leaky cock resting in your thigh.

Anxiety bubbles in your stomach when his tip starts to circle your needy hole, mouth gaped open with how it tingles you. Still, you tried to compose a thought, wholly unused of his cock entering you with no gist of foreplay.

Because that is how big your boyfriend is. Your first time with him is so memorable since he has to train you with his massive size. The girth he had was no ordinary, that you often need both of your fists to pleasure him. And, its length could easily send you to heaven, too.

“Kai—”

His name barely came out of your mouth when he shoved your head into the mattress. Applying enough pressure to his palm just so you couldn't use your mouth.

“Shhh, a toy must not speak when it is not spoken to.”

With that, you felt it—warm cockhead prodding to enter your tight hole. Your body tensed at the feeling, nervousness still lingering in your chest. A rough screech erupted from your throat when his tip stretched the rim of your cunt. Kai was holding his length from its base, loosely guiding his tip causing it to slip out with how wet you are.

The moment it did, you closed your thighs shut, lifting your head with force, “Please…” You heaves, “Need—Need your fingers first…”

Kai scoffed at your audacity to request. With the misleading idea of being disrespected, he turned you from your hips to face him. He mentally captured your begging expression before he vigorously separated your legs, placing himself in between to restrain you from closing it again.

“Stupid toys do not have the right to request.” He gritted, hands now roaming to your inner thighs. With your legs widely open, Kai finally got to see how drenched your pussy is. He scorned at the sight, merely amused by how you are dripping for him.

“You don't seem like you need my fingers, slut,” The pet name gave you instant shivers, uncovered nipples now fully perked up with how smooth it rolled out of his tongue. “This pussy is ridiculously weeping to be fucked.” He added, giving your cunt a harsh slap after. It caused a sharp squelch that made you arch your back.

“Such a whore.”

“No, no… Please—”

“You should have thought about that earlier,” He interrupts, another whack landing on your sex. “And what did I say about talking?”

Fat chunks of tears now uncontrollably fell from your eyes, all of your wrong decisions finally dawning on you. Yet, Kai seemed to be unbothered—now peeling off his shirt before he hovers you. A smirk is still plastered on his lips, utterly pleased by how fractured you are.

His lips soon found your pliant neck, leaving wet harsh kisses on the skin near your pulse. You sighed at its warmth, the heat inside you intensifying every time his hardened cock brushed your flesh. Quiet whimpers turn into dry moan when he starts to bite your skin mercilessly, teeth hardly grazing your supple flesh enough to imprint the shape of it.

Chills enveloped your body when you felt his tip once more, his breath fanning your swollen skin at the feeling of your hole clenching around it. “See,” Kai huffs, voice strained and muffled in your neck, “Your pretty pussy is easily sucking me in.”

Kai couldn't barely contain his impatience at times like this. He is well-aware of that—but you are not. So, when he snapped his hips in one go, bottoming out within seconds, all you could do was scream his name in shock. The instant hit of pain rocked your insides, mixing with the pleasure of his throbbing cock reaching the right places. As always. You sniffed at the aching sensation, unable to stop your eyes from crying.

Thankfully, he didn't move immediately. Even if it's more like he could hardly shift his hips by how tight your walls are hugging him. His unstable breaths tickled your nerves, toes curling at his tip constantly brushing that sweet spot without even trying.

Wincing at your hole burning around his girth, you gripped into his arms like for support. Only for him to clutch your weak hands and pin them down above your head. Your eyes fluttered open at the sudden restriction, trying your best to wiggle your hands out of his grip.

“But my—”

“No.”

His quick rejection made you throb, gulping at his unfamiliar effects on your body. Kai heavily sighed because of it, his other hand travelling to cup your cheeks again. Your jaw separated with how tight he is holding you, shaky eyes wandering at his, trying to find an answer on what he is about to do.

“Tongue out.” He ordered, buying you more time to adjust in his cock inside your puffy cunt.

You gawked at him, obviously baffled, “What?”

He sighed in annoyance, giving your cheek a light slap just to put you in proper state, “Stick your tongue out.”

The slick of your cunt continued to drip when his command struck you. Hesitantly, you pulled the wet muscle out, making him grin widely. He then leans in, spitting a warm glob of his saliva directly on your tongue.

“Swallow,” Kai demanded, even closing your mouth slowly, “All of it.”

Mind in a blur, you tentatively gulp his liquid, glassy eyes staring at dark ones like you are expecting him to praise you for what you did. You even rolled your tongue out again, proving that you did what he asked you to do.

Kai just nodded at your gesture, testing waters by adjusting his stance slightly. When he noticed that your mouth gaped in the sweet taste of a little friction, he pulled out halfway, before thrusting his cock rampantly into you.

Sultry moans start to slip out of your mouth, nails digging into the back of his hand to cope with the wave of pleasure that he is giving you. You could feel each delicious drag of his length in your walls now that he is picking up a fast pace, making all your cohesive thoughts disappear.

The vulgar sound of your skin hitting one another combined with your whines echoed in the room, giving Kai the utmost satisfaction. Licking his lips, his hand on your face went to your mouth, forcing it open to shove his two slender fingers in your throat.

You nearly gagged within it, but got the hang of sucking his digits within seconds of adjusting. A choked up whimper came from you when he changed the angle of his hips, tip now nudging your cervix.

Kai immediately sensed it, pushing himself forward just to part your legs a bit more. He proudly smiled when he finally saw the bump in your lower belly, pressing his fingers deeper down your mouth.

“Feel this?” He prompts, palming the evident outline of his cock in your abdomen, “Be thankful I am still giving you more than what you deserve.”

Drowned in lust, you frantically nodded at your boyfriend. Tongue licking what it can muster in his fingers—savoring the salty taste of his sweat.

“Mmhmp—Thank you, Kai—Hah! So good! Thank you, thank you—”

Irritated at your delirious state, Kai halted his hips. Heavy cock still buried inside you. You glanced at him, puzzled. He gave you a sly smile before he retrieved his fingers in your mouth.

Then, a slap.

“I don't want that,” Kai scowled, giving no care to your reddened cheek. “What I want is for you to apologize for being such a needy bitch.”

His final word came with a rough thrust, earning another scream from you. Ears perked at how loud it was, you wanted to cover your mouth, but Kai was still straining your hands. Your boyfriend noticed what you are planning, his hold on you getting tighter.

“I said apologize,” He snarled, his hand finding your hair again. Hissing at the pain in your scalp, you still tried to wiggle your way out of his grip. “You shouldn't be fucking enjoying this.”

Kai started to ram into you again, now in a hasty way. Your back arched at the way he abused the poor spot near your cervix. He snapped his hips so roughly that you could feel him in your throat, blocking your airway.

“Sorry—Oh! Please… Sorry! I'm sorry, Kai!”

“There you go,” He teased, letting go of your hair just so he could play with your sensitive slit. The familiar build up surged in your lower belly, especially when Kai rubbed your clit in-sync with his hips.

“That wasn't so hard, was it?” He nudged, thumb toying with your ailing bud that made your toes curl in pleasure. Heavily intoxicated with the bliss of heaven, your eyes rolled back when he started to circle his fingers in your wet folds. Eagerly bucking your hips forward to meet each of his moves.

“Yesyesyesyes… I'm near—Please don't…”

Before you could even finish the sentence—your boyfriend pulled out, fingers also stopping as he did. You whined at the sudden emptiness, holding back your tears with the feeling of your abdomen aching.

“I told you, this is not something you would enjoy.”

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"Get off!"

"I can't! Something fell behind me!"

Following Taehyun to the storage closet to help him get archives from the past five years of marketing strategies was fine. Easy enough. Beomgyu trailing behind, insisting to help by holding open the door that was known to need fixing due to it's faulty doorknob was also fine. Beomgyu jumping in to stop a box from falling on your head, letting the door shut behind him and cramping all of you in the tiny space, was not.

You're a jumble of tangled limbs in the blink of an eye— you've fallen back against Taehyun, pinning him against the shelf while Beomgyu tries to keep himself from falling on top of you; you hear a thump, and you're all groaning as the space between you three closes.

"Ngh— c'mon, I can't breathe here!" it's a lie, but you try your best to squirm around anyway, pushing Beomgyu's chest and arching back away from him— but right into Taehyun, pressing him against the shelf as he grabs your waist and curses in your ear that you're squishing him. "Beomgyu, stop leaning on me!"

"Stop fucking moving," Taehyun snaps. The two of you instantly quiet down. "You're both crushing me."

"I'm sorry," you whisper out, and the two scoff. Taehyun's head rests on your shoulder, and Beomgyu is still looming over you. The three of you fall silent as you try to think of what to do.

Okay, it could be worse; you start there. Taehyun and Beomgyu aren't terrible people to get stuck in a closet with, you suppose. They're nice enough to work with, polite and fun to talk to— you'd even go as far as saying you're work friends, and if you're going to be stuck here for a while (which is likely, considering the office is empty now), then it won't be terribly awkward. At least, as not-awkward as it can be when you're sandwiched between them.

"Either of you know any tricks to unlock the door?" You try.

"Nope."

"None."

"Okay…" you gulp. Beomgyu's body is smothering your face, and all you can smell is his— perfume? It's floral and clean, suiting for such a beautiful man. "Anyone we can call to get us out?"

"Not that I know of," Taehyun says. Fuck, the smell of his shampoo is invading your senses— you feel like you're going crazy with how good these two men smell. "We were the only ones left in the office. Maintenance doesn't come on Fridays, and the cleaning crew left thirty minutes ago."

"Wow, that's great," you groan, dropping your head back against Taehyun's shoulder, only to straighten after realizing the intimacy of it. "What about people in the department?"

"You really think someone's gonna answer a company call? At 8PM on a Friday?" Beomgyu says.

You scoff. "It wouldn't hurt to try!"

"Okay, then call someone you think would answer."

You shift around to grab your phone, and the two men are complaining that you don't need to wiggle around so much— a minute passes as you scroll through your contacts, debating on who would be most likely to answer. When you finally decide, you let the call ring out on speaker.

It rings.

And rings. And rings.

Then cuts off abruptly.

"What the fuck?" your mouth is wide open as you try again, only for you to be hung up on again. The two looming over you chuckle.

"Guess she's still not over the text messages." Beomgyu teases.

"It wasn't even fucking about her!"

"It was about the guy she was crushing on though." Taehyun chimes in.

"Whatever," you grumble, "it's not my fault she can't handle the fact that her crush is a weirdo."

The two don't bother refuting that— because who the fuck is delivering suggestive anime figures to the office? Accident or not, that figurine made your stomach churn just looking at it.

"Okay then, I'm all out of options," you sigh— because the only other people you're confident would come to your aid are trapped in the closet with you. "What about you two?"

"Nah."

"I don't make friends with my coworkers."

"Ouch," you say, though you know better than to take Taehyun seriously. After all, it couldn't be true with the way he's gotten himself comfortable with you now. Not to mention that him and Beomgyu are inseparable, despite their constant quarrels.

A long silence ensues. You can't hide nerves in your voice as you speak. "Are we seriously stuck in here then?"

"…I doubt it," Taehyun says, "maybe there's still someone hanging around the office."

The silence that follows after is much worse— Taehyun's attempt of reassuring you was appreciated, but it didn't help much, as you feel yourself becoming restless at the thought of being stuck in this closet all night— or weekend. Does the cleaning crew come on weekends? You don't remember. Maybe you'll have to call a non-emergency number; it'd be humiliating to have the office find out about your predicament, but anything beats being stuck in this dusty closet.

You're shifting this way and that, your limbs getting cramped up after trying to remain still to not worsen your position. But your overthinking mind has made you lose rationality, as you're wiggling around to try and get away from the two men to no avail. They scold you to stop, their bodies taut and their commands so firm you can't help but instantly listen. You haven't moved an inch, and all you've done is mess up everyone's balance, your bodies pressed firmly together.

Your foot is angled terribly, and if you remain standing like this, you'll lose balance and make things worse. Once more, you shift, and they both tense. Then you feel it.

Against the swell of your ass. Against your thigh. Hot and thick and throbbing against your bunched up skirt, against your stockings, the deep rise and fall of their chests suddenly making more sense.

"Something wrong?" Taehyun is the first to notice you've gone stiff. "Are you claustrophobic? You're breathing pretty heavily."

"I mean, I'm kinda stuck between you two now, wouldn't it make sense to freak out?" you say. "Not a lot of space here."

"Sorry, are we making you uncomfortable?" Taehyun says, "I can assure you no one wants to be here like this. If I could, I'd step away."

"No, that's not it."

You finally meet Beomgyu's eyes. You don't like how he's looking at you, his face dimly lit by the fluorescent office lights that leak through the cracks of the door. Like he knows better than you.

"You feel it, don't you?" he looks down at where your thigh continues to press against his crotch. He lets out a shaky breath. "Both of us."

"Both—?" Taehyun's head snaps up, glaring at Beomgyu. "The hell are you talking about?"

"Don't play stupid, Taehyunie," Beomgyu coos, "your face gives you away."

He takes a hold of your chin, tilting it up. "Yours too."

You try to glare at him. "I'm not sure I follow."

"God, can we stop playing innocent here?" Beomgyu throws his head back in frustration. "No one's coming to get us anytime soon, and we're all stuck pressed up on each other. You feel what it's doing to us. You like it."

"Choi Beomgyu," you gasp out, "This is highly unprofession— oh,"

He's grinding on your thigh, his eyes never leaving yours. His thick brows furrow, and his mouth parts to let out a soft sigh. He feels so warm against you, shifting slightly so he can grind right against your inner thigh; your cheeks are warming up at the way you whimper softly.

Taehyun hisses. "Shit."

"See?" Beomgyu huffs, punctuating it with a thrust aimed at the apex of your thigh; you gasp, jolting against Taehyun who only holds you tighter. "Told'ya she likes it."

"I— I don't," you whine, hands grabbing onto Beomgyu's button up, scrunching it in your hands. Your eyes fall to where his hips grind, a tight tent against his pants, and you squint your eyes to find a small dark spot building. "This is wrong, we're going to get in trouble."

"Then we need to make sure no one finds out," Beomgyu hunches forward, his breath on your lips as he pants and groans, letting out a soft fuck. Your eyes are fluttering shut, mouth parting as you find yourself leaning in. He looks up at Taehyun just as you do. "Right Taehyunie?"

You can only feel Taehyun getting harder behind you; his fingers are dug so deeply in your skin that all he's doing now is holding you still for Beomgyu, who in turn keeps thrusting you against him. Taehyun's breath against your neck has you shivering, head leaning back against him as you feel your legs shake from the awkward position.

"Hurry up then," Taehyun grits out, "If I end up cumming in my pants, I'll kill you."

"You heard him right sweetie?" Beomgyu laughs, "Spread your legs a little more, yeah?"

"Beomgyu no," you say, "are you crazy? We're working, we're in the office—"

"After hours, with no one around to interrupt us." He's bunching up your skirt even more, giggling at the way you slap his hands, "All I'm hearing is that you're scared we'll get caught. And we won't. So what's the problem here?"

You try to crane your head back, meeting Taehyun's gaze in hopes that he'll be rational and tell Beomgyu to keep it in his pants— he raises his brow at you instead. When you look back at Beomgyu with wide eyes, he grins.

"Yeah, that's what I figured."

His hands rub up your legs, smoothing over your inner thighs appreciatively. His hand cups your cunt, just to feel how hot you are against his palm, and he curses when he feels the dampness seeping through the fabric. Without warning, he rips a hole in your tights, and you jump back against Taehyun.

"Beomgyu!"

"You sound so cute like that," He grins, reaching up to squish your cheeks in his hand; his nails dig in just a little too much, and you wince— he seems to like your reaction. "Makes me wanna be rougher with you."

"Stop talking like that, you're freaking her out," Taehyun rolls his eyes, "You want her to change her mind because you're acting like a weirdo?"

You bristle. "I never made up my mind in the first place—"

When Beomgyu pulls your face to kiss him, you let out a startled yelp. His hand goes from holding your face to the back of your nape, pulling you into his mouth until you feel like you can't possibly get closer. His lips are plump and his kiss is vicious, parting your mouth so he can shove his tongue in and get a proper taste of you. You whine, putting your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, and kiss him back. When he feels you leaning forward in search for more, he bites your lip and pulls away with a laugh.

"You don't need to play hard to get anymore. Y'know that, right?" He smooths out your hair, the gesture unexpectedly gentle. "Though it's hot when you pretend to fight back."

"God, if you don't hurry up then I'll just take my turn first." Taehyun's words have you flushing with heat, the unexpected filth making you buzz with excitement. The two argue about who should have you first, and you're trapped between them while you try to pretend that this isn't just something you've dreamt about and shamed yourself over time and time again.

"Sorry, sorry," Beomgyu shrugs, pushing your panties aside with rough fingers. He swipes his fingers through your folds, whistling when he feels how wet you are. He stares you down while he continues to circle your entrance. "You heard our darling, right? I'll take my time with you next time, I swear."

Next time? You don't get to think too much on what he's implying, because next thing you know, his tip is at your entrance, and he's pushing in.

Oh god.

"Oh god," you struggle to breathe out, nails digging into Beomgyu's shoulders; your other hand flies down to where Taehyun continues to hold your waist, and his fingers part just enough so you can intertwine your hand with his. "Can you— fuck— slow down? Please?"

"Slow down? Seriously?" Beomgyu's brows are scrunched together, his finger circling lightly on your clit— teasing, slow circles that make you clench around him and make his breath stutter. "How am I supposed to slow down when you feel like this?"

Despite his petulance, he proceeds to go a little slower, pushing in until his pelvis is flush against yours, grinding his hips deep inside you as he swoops down to bring you into another kiss. His free hand reaches for your thigh again, hoisting it up on his hip to get better access. He fucks you slow and deep, panting into your mouth when you squeeze him, smiling coyly when you whine against his lips.

"She sounds so nice, doesn't she Taehyunie?"

"Yeah," Taehyun sounds breathless, "even better when you shut the fuck up."

"Don't be mean," Beomgyu pouts, his grip on your thigh tightening as he begins to fuck you harder, bringing out little squeaks from you with every thrust, "she likes it when I talk to her like this. Don't you, baby?"

"No," you say, "it's a—annoying."

"Is it?" His finger on your clit is firmer, matching his thrusts that have become cruel; the small closet is filled with the sounds of him slamming into your cunt and your stifled moans— though you try to pay attention to the way Taehyun occasionally groans and hisses behind you as well. Beomgyu spanks your thigh, and your attention is snapping back to him; he wears a cocky smile that makes you frown, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he rolls his hips to aim for your sweet spot. When he finds it, you let out a long whine, your body slumping back in defeat. "Then how come you were so wet before I even touched you?"

You bite down on your lip, trying to quiet down in spite of him— it doesn't work of course, because he's found just the right spots to get you to jolt with pleasure, your facade falling apart the second Taehyun's hand makes quick work to unbutton your shirt, fingers slipping beneath your bra to tug and twist at your nipples; when you feel his lips trailing kisses down your neck, you let out a weak whimper.

"Don't get quiet on us baby," Taehyun murmurs against your skin, "just ignore him."

"Ignore him?" the stimulation is getting to be too much, and you feel yourself getting wound up in no time. Your brain is a muddled mess of senses, hyper aware of even their breath on your skin. Beomgyu huffs, digging his nails into your thigh. "When I'm the one making you feel this good?"

"Don't you try to ignore me when I'm the one that's gonna make you cum," Beomgyu lets go of your thigh to squish your cheeks and bring your face close to his.

"Look at me," he breathes out, "you gonna cum, sweet thing? I can feel you squeezing me."

He doesn't let go of your face, and you're forced to talk through a pout. "Uh-huh— please, wanna cum— please?"

Beomgyu looks at Taehyun, chuckling smugly before he smiles at you.

"So polite," he coos, "but you think you deserve it? After talking to me like that? Sayin' I'm annoying?"

You try to protest, but you can barely make a sentence through your moans, "Y-you're right— ah, m'sorry— please, please let me cum…"

Beomgyu is soaking this in, you can tell— he doesn't say anything for a moment, observing you carefully instead; the way your eyes plea silently to him, your bitten lips that are left open and panting, and the way his cock disappears inside you— the squelching noise that comes from his sudden thrusts, your warm body that trembles under him— and he lets out a condescending laugh, switching up his pace so he's pulling all the way out, just to bottom out in you as slow as possible.

"That's not enough for me baby," He bites his lip, concentrating on not cumming as well, "you gotta beg for it."

Taehyun chuckles behind you, and you whine. "Please… please don't make me— do that."

Beomgyu merely grins. "Looks like you don't want it enough then."

Taehyun pinches your nipple, and you yelp when it's followed by his teeth sinking into your shoulder— enough to give you a quick sting, but not enough to injure you.

"C'mon pretty, be good and ask him to let you cum, yeah?" His hand slides back down to your hip, just so he can press his hard-on against your ass, "I don't think I can wait any longer for my turn."

"Ah, no…" you can feel your face heat up, meeting Beomgyu's cocky gaze, "it's embarrassing."

"Poor girl," he coos, though it's followed by a condescending laugh, "looks like we'll be here all night then."

"Which, honestly…" he slows down, grinning as he watches your cunt stretch around his cock, a thick white ring forming at the base, "I don't really mind."

Taehyun scoffs— his hand on your breast slides up to grab your throat, his fingers wrapping around you effortlessly. He's tilting your head back toward him, bringing his lips close to your ear as he tightens his hold on you.

"C'mon baby, need you to stop being difficult," he murmurs, his voice tense from waiting, "You gonna be good and listen to me?"

"Uh-huh."

"Good," he places a soft kiss to your temple. "Repeat after me, okay?"

Beomgyu is entertained by the spectacle in front of him, it shows all over his face; his eyes are dark as he watches Taehyun whisper in your ear, your glistening eyes fluttering open to meet his— you're dazed with pleasure, barely holding off from cumming as you whine out to him, not thinking much of what you're saying.

"Beomgyu— 'm sorry for being mean," you're trying your best to keep your eyes on him— it's cute how embarrassed you are, and Beomgyu grins as you hesitate to continue.

"I'll be a good girl now," His smile tenses at that— he's picking up the pace now, tears welling up in your eyes from the pleasure, "Please, can— can I cum, sir?"

"Oh, fuck," Beomgyu shivers at your weak plea— he leans back down to crash his lips against yours, his pace brutal as he begins to slam into you carelessly. It's hard to keep up with his hungry kiss, becoming a mess of spit and teeth as he moans shamelessly against your lips; he pulls back just enough to pant and whine, "yes, of course you can, sweet angel— c'mon, let me feel it."

Your whole body tenses when you finally let go, a long whine of Beomgyu's name leaving you as your high crashes, waves of pleasure overtaking you as you clench around Beomgyu's cock, listening to him moan and praise you breathlessly. The two don't take their eyes off you for a second, watching your body shake and your eyes squeeze shut. Beomgyu slows to a stop after your body slumps against Taehyun's, rely on the two men to hold you up.

"So perfect," Beomgyu gives you a soft kiss, "God, you put on quite a show."

"Shut up," you say, though it's only met with a soft spank to your thigh— you yelp at the sensation, and Beomgyu smooths his palm against the spot.

Beomgyu has yet to pull out yet— just when you're about to tease him about it, you realize why that is as you feel him throb inside you.

"Beomgyu," you breathe out, "you haven't cum yet."

He looks more than ready to shrug off your comment and give you some lame excuse that it's fine— before he can open his mouth, you're wrapping your leg around his hip and pressing him in; a choked moan leaves him at the sensation of you clenching around him.

"Can…" you hesitate, but push through regardless. "Can you cum inside?"

It's silent. You wonder if you've gone too far, ready to take it back when the two men make eye contact and begin to laugh in disbelief.

"Jesus, baby. You really know how to kill a man," Beomgyu's voice is strained, his hips beginning to move again— but his rhythm is sloppy, and he can barely hold back his moans as he fucks you, "You sure about this?"

"Yes," you whine, shivering at the overstimulation, "Please, I want you to fill me up, sir."

You're too smart for your own good— as soon as the title leaves your lips, Beomgyu's head is falling back and his hips are pressing impossibly deep inside you, pulling your hips against his as he grinds into you and cums. He continues to fuck you through his orgasm, hissing out curses and whining your name like it's the sweetest thing on his tongue— when his high has washed away, he leans back into you to catch your lips in a last, chaste kiss.

"Fuck, you're dangerous," he murmurs, "why haven't we done this sooner?"

"Well, I don't think we've gotten locked in the archive closet before."

You're pulling away from Beomgyu's lips to laugh at Taehyun's comment, the former rolling his eyes and calling Taehyun a smart-ass. You're barely given a moment before Beomgyu is pulling out, grinning at the way you whimper at the loss of him inside you.

"Here," he says, bringing his fingers to your cunt to catch his dripping cum, only to stuff his digits inside you, "don't want this going to waste, right?"

"Beomgyu, fuck—" you twitch as his fingers curl inside, massaging your sweet spot, "too much— 'm sensitive."

"Do you need a break?" Taehyun chimes in, "We can stop here if you want."

"No," you're quick to say, and the two men laugh at your eagerness— you try to ignore the way your face is heating up as you reach up for Taehyun's hand on your throat, lacing your fingers with his as you look over your shoulder at him. "I wanna feel you too."

"Is that right?" he says, breathless at the way you flutter your eyes at him and nod; his free hand snakes around your waist to push you back against him, caressing your skin idly, "well, how could I say no to such a pretty thing?"

Taehyun is adjusting your position so he can get better access to you— you end up leaning forward against Beomgyu, pinning him against the shelf behind him as Taehyun bunches your skirt up your hips a little more; his hand caress from your thighs to your ass, and you feel his gaze sweeping over your arched figure appreciatively. His hands land on your hips, moving your panties to the side again and circling his fingers around your entrance; you squirm in anticipation, and he chuckles.

"Don't tell me you're getting impatient?" he coos, his fingers dipping in teasingly before going up to circle your clit, "such a greedy girl."

He's only gliding his tip across your slit now, slapping the head of his cock against your clit to watch your squirm— but even so, you can feel how big he is, can feel the thickness of his length as he thrusts between your thighs, continuing to hiss quietly in your ear each time his tip catches against his entrance.

"Taehyun, stop teasing…" you whimper, leaning your head against Beomgyu's chest; his hand comes up to caress your head affectionately.

"M'kay baby, I'm sorry," Taehyun is surprisingly quick to give in to your commands, lining himself up before beginning to push into your cunt— though he's not as long as Beomgyu, he's definitely thicker, with a curve that aims straight for your sweet spot; your body tenses instant, mewling pathetically the moment Taehyun nestles perfectly into your cunt, drawing out a curse from him as you flutter around his length.

"Feels good?" he asks, running a hand down your spine, pushing against the small of your back to make you arch for him a little more, "You feel so perfect baby."

Slowly, he begins to move, listening for the way your breath hitches and your moans break when he slams back in and grinds against you. He lets you savor the stretch, rolling his hips into you and hitting spots that make you see stars. Slowly, he begins to speed up, until his hips are smacking against your ass and you're getting jolted against Beomgyu. It feels amazing— though as you peek over your shoulder, you find Taehyun focusing on the way your cunt takes his cock, his brows furrowed in frustration and his body tense.

"M…more…" you can't help but murmur, the pace he set too safe for your liking— the moment the request registers in his brain, Taehyun is reaching out for your hair, using it as leverage to pull you back against him, your back arching as he continues to fuck you.

"More?" he asks, his thrusts becoming rougher, "how do you want it, baby?"

"I—" the words die on your tongue the second his hand falls to your throat again, squeezing just enough to have your brain cloud up, "I don't want you to hold back."

"Are you sure?" his voice is strained, and you feel the tension melt away from him the moment you nod, "god, you're such a perfect little angel."

You feel the shift instantly; his hands are greedy as his fingertips sink into your skin, restricting your oxygen and grabbing your hips to fuck back against him. He shifts into something more possessive, eager to claim you as he fucks you rough and deep— his mouth doesn't leave your neck once, sucking and sinking his teeth into your skin, murmuring praises all the while. Your eyes are hazy as they flutter open, widening at the sight that you're met with.

"God, you two look so— so good," Beomgyu moves like a man possessed, his hand wrapped tightly around his cock that's gotten hard again. His eyes are cloudy as they run a path through your face, to where Taehyun hides in the crook of your neck, down your body and to where the two of you connect; when he catches the way his cum is getting fucked out of your cunt and mixing in with both your arousal, his cock twitches in his hand and he groans. "So pretty…"

"Fuck, you're hard again?" Taehyun rests his chin on your shoulder, breathing out a laugh before squeezing your throat, "baby, wanna help him out?"

It feels like your body is moving on its own accord; your hand is wrapping around Beomgyu's cock, your thumb swiping over his tip to collect the pre-cum that leaks out and using it to make the glide along his length smoother— his breath hitches, dizzy at the sight of your hand wrapped around his cock, the size difference enough to get him close.

"Oh, you're so good— just like that, fuck, baby," he whimpers, watching your face closely, "you're so pretty, look so good taking his cock— are you gonna cum?"

You're surprised he was able to pick up on it just from watching you— he's moaning as soon as you nod, as though recalling the feeling of your cunt gushing around him. His voice is rough as he purrs out praise to you, telling you how beautiful you look and urging you to cum with him— when you squeeze him particularly hard and swipe your palm over his tip, he lets out a broken whine of your name; Taehyun's hands tighten on you, pulling you back with a low growl.

"So fucking noisy," He snarls, glaring at Beomgyu, "moaning like a whore."

"Can't help it," Beomgyu isn't the least bit apologetic, a coy smile tugging at his lips, "you'd get it if you saw what I see."

You feel your peak building up suddenly, your moans picking up and alerting the two— while Taehyun seeks out your broken pleas for him to fuck you harder, Beomgyu continues to ramble on, though it becomes nonsensical as his own climax approaches. Behind you, Taehyun huffs, his hand leaving your throat and shooting out in front of you.

"Shut the fuck up," his voice is stern, and you're both leaning forward so Taehyun can shove his middle and ring finger into Beomgyu's mouth— to your surprise, Beomgyu moans. "I don't wanna hear another word from you."

Drool begins to pool at the corners of Beomgyu's mouth, and he stares down at where you're sandwiched between them with low-lidded, foggy eyes— Taehyun's fingers push down against Beomgyu's tongue, and before he can so much as moan, he's cumming in your hand.

It's warm and sticky as it falls against your hand, arm, and shirt— you gasp, continuing to pump his cock as your own climax hits, squeezing down on Taehyun so tightly you're triggering his own orgasm shortly after, his teeth sinking into your shoulder once more to muffle the loud moan that escapes him, thick cum flooding into your cunt as his hips rut into you, riding out your orgasm and ensuring that none of his cum goes to waste. When he finally comes up from your neck, it's to whisper praises in your ear, his free hand coming up to tilt your head back to him so he can kiss you.

It's gentler than you anticipated, but he's just as needy to taste you— he pants against your mouth and bites your lips teasingly, snaking his tongue inside and devouring your whole. You don't know how long you spend like this, with his cock bottomed out inside you and his lips glued to yours; you're only able to snap out of your daze when you hear Beomgyu let out a shaky sigh.

The two of you snap your heads back to Beomgyu, who you realize with a giggle still has Taehyun's fingers in his mouth.

"You didn't need to do that y'know," Beomgyu mutters after Taehyun has pulled his hand away, but there's no heat behind his words. Considering the clear affect it had on him, you'd call Beomgyu a hypocrite— but you'll keep it to yourself for the sake of keeping peace.

"Whatever," Taehyun says. He presses a kiss on your neck, pulling out slowly, the two of you hissing when you feel his cum begin to leak out, "you okay?"

"Yeah," your voice unexpectedly hoarse, "just… sticky."

Beomgyu smiles sheepishly. "Sorry 'bout that."

"We need to get out of here," Taehyun adjusts your clothes, moving onto his with a sigh, "but who the hell could we call? Not even maintenance is here right now."

You and Taehyun fall silent, lost in thought and weighing your options— you think of the coworkers you're closer to, but you either don't have their number or know they wouldn't answer, either because they're mad at you or don't want to ruin their Friday night. It seems Taehyun is coming to the same conclusion as you, because he lets out a long, frustrated sigh. Maybe you'll have to call a non-emergency line… though you really don't know what they'd think if they found you in your current state…

Beomgyu, who had been scrolling on his phone casually, brings it up to his ear. You and Taehyun watch in anticipation.

"Hey Yena, you busy?" you can faintly hear the sweet voice of Yena, the secretary that always strays from the front desk to personally deliver Beomgyu's lunch orders and lingers around to make meaningless conversation with him. "That's great— listen, me and two others got stuck in the archives closet."

"…I did, but then this shelf got tipped over and a box almost fell on— anyway. I know it's a huge favor to ask, but would you be able to come in and let us out of here?"

There's a pause. Beomgyu sees the way you tense, and he places his hand on your waist reassuringly.

"I'll buy you dinner."

Another pause ensues. Then, a coy smile is spreading on Beomgyu's face, and he's cooing a soft thank you into the phone.

"She'll be here in fifteen."

You and Taehyun sigh dramatically, and you're leaning back against him as you finally relax. But Beomgyu's conversation lingers in your mind, and you can't stop yourself from frowning.

"You're going to dinner? After all this?"

Beomgyu perks up, radiating with a smug joy. "Awe, you jealous?" You scoff, crossing your arms and looking away. "c'mon, don't be like that sweetheart."

He cups your face, urging you to look at him. When your eyes meet his, he gives you a proud smile.

"I never said I was going with her."

Taehyun scoffs.

"Besides," Beomgyu's eyes run down your figure, darkening when they stop at your soiled shirt, "I think it's better we finish where we left off, don't you think?"

Taehyun's hands snake around your waist, hugging you close as he nestles his head on your chin. You can already picture the coy smile he must have on his face.

"That I can agree with."

"As nice as that sounds," you reach forward to grab a fistful of Beomgyu's hair, yanking it just to see Beomgyu's face twist with pain. "You've had Yena's number this whole time? And you knew she'd answer?"

"Well— I mean— I didn't think she'd actually—"

"Liar," you scowl, pulling a little more at Beomgyu's hair— he yelps, though you know it's all a facade. "You're such a perv."

Taehyun tuts, disappointed. "What d'you say we leave without him instead?"

"Sounds good to me."

Beomgyu pouts, looking like a kicked puppy. "Guys, no, don't do this to me."

"You really think you deserve to come with us after you had us stuck here for no reason?" Taehyun asks. Beomgyu can only give him a pathetic, pleading look.

"You want us that bad?" you ask, and he eagerly nods. A small smile tugs at your lips. "Then show us."

"Go on," Taehyun coos, "beg."

Despite the limited light that leaks through the cracks of the door, Beomgyu's eyes shine with need. His hands inch toward you, landing on top of Taehyun's as he closes the space between you three.

Yeah, you couldn't have asked for anyone better to get stuck in this dingy closet with.

You read the message on beomgyu’s phone that he shoves instantly in your face with great confusion. You furrow your brows, unable to even comprehend what was being shown to you on the way-too-bright screen, eyes squinted and slightly stinging since the rest of beomgyu’s room was shrouded in darkness. A few moments prior, you were blissfully ready to succumb to sleep next to the boy.

Haechan: I know you’re a camboy, beomgyu. I always knew you were a fucking whore. Just wait until I tell everyone 🤣🤣.

You go completely still. For a second, it’s like the world crashes down.

What? How is this even real?

You’re still having trouble processing the words glaring back at you. It doesn’t make any sense to you. Not even remotely. Why would haechan even send something like that? The quiet economics guy who plays cello alone in the practice rooms? The haechan you’d now come to befriend? You reread it over and over again without saying a word, just trying to wrap your head around any of this. It’s nonsensical, it’s absurd!-

“Y/n.” Beomgyu’s voice snaps you back, cutting through the silence. You look up. His face is paling as well, eyes widened in equal disbelief. “Do you even know who he is?!”

You blink, thrown off by how frantic he sounds. “Who-Haechan? Yeah, he’s my-”

“He’s the guy who made all those rumours about me!” Beomgyu interrupts, the words tumbling out of his mouth way too fast. “The one whose girlfriend came onto me and he got angry at me over it!”

You frown, stomach twisting, still trying to catch up in the sudden whirlwind you were thrown into. “Wait, what?”

“Haechan,” Beomgyu repeats exasperatedly. “He’s crazy. He’s been dying to try and find some kind of shit on me for ages. He must be having an absolute field day with this. He’s had a personal vendetta against me ever since that whole thing.”

Shit.

“That’s him?!” Your mouth falls open.

Beomgyu gets up, pacing around half dressed, stress, pure panic, and frustration taking all up on his pretty features, his dark, thick, straight brows creasing. Beomgyu huffs, running a hand through his messy, damp hair, still staring at you incredulously as if any of this were your fault.

“How was I supposed to know it was him?” You protest, raising a brown at him, hands thrown up in defence.

“I could have told you easily. Why did you never say who it was?” Beomgyu exhales sharply.

You cross your arms, baffled. “I have no idea! I didn’t think it mattered!”

Beomgyu suddenly stops his pacing. He narrows his eyes at you, shooting you a slight betrayed look, jaw tight, his tone and his expression accusatory, and his voice low, dead serious. “Did you…tell him?”

The look he gives you is new, and it genuinely makes your throat close up, chest tightening. You hate how coldly he’s staring at you, blaming, untrusting, he’s never looked at you like that before ever. You didn’t even know he was capable of looking at you like that.

You gape at him. “No! You think I’d tell him? Wow…” a hollow, disbelieving laugh escapes you. You scoff, feeling hurt and offended that he’d even think you would.

He scoffs right back at you. “Then how does he know, y/n?”

“I didn’t tell him anything.” You snap, growing irritated and your temper flaring at how beomgyu was just accusing you of spilling secrets that could ruin the both of you.

“You sure about that? Because you were getting realll close with him…you sure you didn’t let it slip?” Beomgyu asks bitterly in a condescending and mocking tone, his eyes still narrowed at you.

You stare at him, completely affronted. “No. I’m not stupid.”

Your wrack your brain, trying to think of how haechan could possibly even find out, replaying every interaction, every conversation, every moment you’ve had with him—and that’s when realisation hits you. He saw that notification. It must be that. It can’t be anything else.

You stare off into the distance, mortified. “He saw a notification.”

Beomgyu frowns, tilting his head. “Notification?”

“The one for the live the other day. I forgot to switch it off and he saw when I was showing something on my phone. I didn’t think he’d be a weirdo to try and search it up. He found the channel. Oh my god.” You drag your hands down your face, groaning. Your anger simmers down quickly, leaving only dread.

Beomgyu just sighs heavily at the information, sitting back down next to you, knitting his brows, elbows on his knees, the tips of both his index fingers touching and he brings his hands underneath his nose. He tries to concentrate, thinking and contemplating what to do about this whole unfortunate situation both of you are currently stuck in.

You try to reason, attempting to assuage the tense atmosphere and make him and yourself calm down and feel a little bit better. “You can’t even see our faces. We don’t show our faces. How is he going to prove it’s us?”

But beomgyu shakes his head. “You don’t understand, y/n. People don’t care about proof. They just need something a little convincing. It’ll spread anyway if it looks even a little like us and it does. If anyone at uni finds out, we’re fucked. People aren’t so kind about sex work. And you’re roped into this now too. I don’t want that to happen to you.” Beomgyu meets your gaze upset, eyes softening but heavy with worry for you. “It could mess up your reputation, your career…what a piece of shit.”

You play with your fingers nervously now, properly thinking about what could happen made you feel a little sick. “What do we do?”

Beomgyu looks down at his lap. “I…I don’t know. Part of me thinks we…delete everything. The channel. Just erase it. That way, no proof. Nothing to connect.”

You blink, utterly devastated by his suggestion. “Delete it?” You repeat, voice small. “Beomgyu… i-it’s your channel…”

The idea feels like cutting off a limb. He can’t delete his channel. He loves his channel. You love this channel. You loved his channel long before you even knew it was him behind the screen - Angel313. He was your favourite camboy, his streams were obviously hot, but also oddly enough comforting and familiar to you. And it could possibly not exist anymore? Over this? It was your channel too now. Deleting it off the internet was like deleting a part of beomgyu, and of you. All your streams, archives, the money, all thrown away. You’d stop streaming with beomgyu…losing something that had become far more than just money or content to you.

Beomgyu exhales shakily, still not meeting your eyes. “Well, he’s going to tell everyone. It’s the only way I can think of. I don’t want people saying mean things about you too. I’ve been there before. The site doesn’t allow any kind of screen recording or downloading so if we delete it quick, maybe he won’t be able to show it to anyone.”

Both of you sit in silence, fully taking in the weight of it all, you could lose a lot. “I just can’t believe haechan would do this,” you mutter, “he seemed nice…and not weird.” You’re genuinely upset, finding out your mysterious cello friend was actually the one who ruined Beomgyu’s reputation.

“Yeah,” beomgyu snorts quietly, “I was good friends with him too once. He didn’t seem like that either. But after he got that girlfriend… he got weird and scarily obsessed with her and really possessive. She dumped him, obviously, but he still acts like I personally ruined his life and blames me for it. Don’t know why he still cares.”

Silence stretches between you. Beomgyu fidgets, then speaks up again after a short while. “Sorry for doubting you…” he says softly, guiltily chewing on his bottom lip. “Are you mad at me? I’m sorry…” He lifts his eyes and looks at you so sincerely and expectantly, waiting like a puppy. He hesitates, then takes ahold of your hand quickly and desperately, not wanting you to still be upset at him at all.

You huff. “It’s fine,” but you give in easily and you squeeze his hand back, watching the way he breathes out a tiny sigh of relief at that, “Though, a little faith in me would be nice. I wouldn’t tell anyone this. You know that, I’m your friend.”

He lets go of your hand, rubbing at the back of his neck and nods. “Right.”

“Do you think we really have to delete the channel?” You ask, really hoping there was another way.

“I don’t know.” Beomgyu sighs, head falling back and he looks up at the ceiling, having totally surrendered. But, then you see his eyes light up, his expression changing. “…I may know some people…they might be able to help us…” he says cryptically, hushed and mysterious. Beomgyu glances left, then right, conspiratorially and conspicuously.

You lower your voice too, assuming you had to. “Oh my god really?! Who?”

“This is just huening kai and taehyun. How are they going to help us?”

Your optimism rapidly dies as you stare at the scene in front of you, Kai and taehyun slurp on ramen noodles, severely hunched over whilst gaming on kai’s computer, their figures illuminated by the glow on his monitor. The room smells potently of broth, energy drinks, and is suffocatingly warm with all the electronics. Noodles hang precariously from kai’s mouth as he smashes the buttons on his keyboard with concerning intensity and speed.

“Shoot him! Shoot him!-No, the other one—are you blind? Shoot! Behind! Behind you—behind you!” Taehyun is beside him, screeching dramatically into his ear in whatever game they were playing.

“I know what I’m doing!” Kai snaps. “You’re distracting me. Shush!”

“No, you’re just atrocious at the game.” Taehyun retorts with a raised brow.

“No, you are. That’s why you’re only watching.”

“I just don’t like playing horror games! Not that I’m actually bad at it...” Taehyun mumbles petulantly at him, wounded.

“Oh yeah, I forgot. You’re such a scaredy cat.”

For a few foolish seconds, you really thought beomgyu was taking you to some dark, secret, shady, underground organisation, that was going to miraculously help the both of you out and leave you forever indebted, some deal with the devil type of thing. Maybe they’d silently eradicate haechan, assassinate him. That would be great. Beomgyu had even worn a cap and sunglasses to go to huening Kai’s place. He’d also cautiously walked over here as if he were under surveillance by the government, which had turned out to be an absolutely unnecessary level of drama.

You let out a helpless sigh. This is not what you had envisioned. “These are the people we’re entrusting our lives and reputations to?”

Beomgyu puffs out his chest in offence like he’s been personally insulted. “They’re the best at getting dirt on people! I always go to them.”

Once kai dies in the game and squabbles a bit at taehyun, swearing and claiming it was his fault, they both swivel theirs chairs around to you and beomgyu like two villains, finally acknowledging your presence. They also give you a look of offence, expressions turning so incredibly arrogant.

“Yes.” Huening kai smirks satisfactorily. “we are. We’re experts”

“Professionals.” Taehyun adds with his arms crossed.

“Specialists.” Kai goads, nodding to himself.

You roll your eyes. “At what exactly?”

“Online stalking.” Taehyun quips.

“And blackmail.” Huening kai says with such devious excitement, thrumming his fingertips together like an antagonist. “You can find out a lot about a person online. Everyone’s got a dark past. We’ll find out about it. Don’t you worry heh.”

You exchange a look with beomgyu. He hums and nods along eagerly with a thumbs up, trying to sell the idea to you, approving and grinning as well, but it just seems like he’s overcompensating to you. “See? See? We’ll just blackmail him back!”

“That’s if you find anything…” You mutter with defeat and just accept that this is the plan now.

Kai spins his chair back round cheerfully. “Ohh, I love a good blackmail. Don’t you just love a good blackmail, tae?”

Taehyun cracks his knuckles and agrees. “Deeply.”

They get to work, taehyun pulling up and somehow finding out all of haechan’s social medias. They go through his tagged photos, his following, his friends, their friends, you see his baby photos, his old football club he supposedly was a part of, shots and recordings of old orchestras he was apart of as a teenager, his embarrassing try-hard linkedin, his strangely named playlists on spotify, an abandoned finance bro podcast channel he’d started with three episodes and no listeners, just to name a few.

Within minutes, haechan’s entire digital existence is scarily laid bare on the monitor in front of you like endless food on a table ready for you to dig into, except you have no idea where any of it came from. It could be roadkill for all you know. You’re sure haechan himself isn’t even aware just how much of him there is out there. You make a mental check to make sure you delete most of your own online presence too. It was quite frightening.

“So,” Kai says suddenly, stretching back in his chair with a yawn, “are we going to the party?”

“What party?” You query.

“Jackson wang’s end of exams party?! Come on we have to go.” Kai insists as if it were so obvious. “His parties are insane. If there’s a party you shouldn’t not miss out on, it’s his!”

“I don’t know…” you start apprehensively, “with everything going on. I don’t think it’s the best idea.”

You and beomgyu have avoided streaming since, neither of you feeling like it with what’s happened. And also because haechan now knows your channel so that would be super weird. As far as you know, he hasn’t exposed you guys yet, hasn’t said anything, and somehow that feels worse. You don’t know when he would, and the uncertainty keeps you more on edge all the time, your uneasiness deepening by the minute. The threat just hangs heavily over you, not knowing when the string would snap.

“You can’t let this haechan guy dictate your lives. You should allow yourself to have some fun. It’ll take your mind off things!” Kai protests with such comical conviction.

“Yeah,” Taehyun agrees. “Fuck him.”

“But what if haechan’s there and decides that’s the night he wants to tell the whole world?” Beomgyu speaks up. He’s been quiet for a while now, standing slightly behind you, arms crossed.

“That’s a good thing actually.” Taehyun’s eyes light up.

“How?” Beomgyu frowns.

“Once we find this blackmail,” taehyun explains calmly, very self assured, “We’ll confront him there. It’ll be public enough to scare him too. We’ll corner him.”

Kai is still scrolling on pages, but then he stops abruptly. “Oh.”

You lean forwards and so does beomgyu. “What?”

“He’s loaded. Like, rich, rich.”

Articles appear. Business features, his family name, a conglomerate. They practically own half of everything in the city. You never knew this. Why did it take so long to find these as well? Surely, it would have been the first thing that popped up when taehyun was searching.

You glance at Beomgyu, who looks just as surprised. “He never mentioned his billionaire-ass parents before,” he mutters.

“I don’t think he wanted anyone to know,” Taehyun observes, “Which is interesting.”

You knit your brows. “Why would he hide that?” Whilst there were articles about his family, it seemed there wasn’t much linking him to them or saying he was their son that much either.

It was getting late by now, and whilst you had found out substantial information you wouldn’t even want to know, and had discovered haechan having very rich ass parents, it didn’t really lead to much. You still didn’t feel like you had enough evidence to blackmail him on anything just yet, nothing you could actually use. It makes you worried. What if you never find anything? What if this is it? What do you do then? Delete the channel forever?

Kai notices your expression and waves a hand dismissively, reassuringly. “Don’t worry. You two go home. We’ll keep digging.”

Taehyun nods with a smile, an attempt to keep you hopeful. “He’s hiding something. We’re close.”

Kai grins. “And we will find it.”

Trying to fall asleep the night before the party is laughably futile. Your brain refuses to switch off, cycling through horrible scenarios. You’d had endless exams for the past few days and they’d at least made the impending dread and worry you felt for this catastrophic event not the first priority, but still festering in the back of your mind nastily as you revised, like the first subtle stages of a disease you could pretend to ignore before it became too late.

Haechan still hadn’t said anything yet and you had this awful feeling that he definitely would at the party. With taehyun and kai also having exams, they’d paused their researching too, buried in their own studies, and whilst they’d started up their digging once again, it’s not like you’d received a message from them yet if they had discovered anything. They’re certain they’ll find something though. If not, the other option was to hold his failed, slightly problematic, finance bro podcast as leverage to see just how embarrassed he was over that. Maybe it could work? Oh, never mind that, you know it won’t. It’s embarrassing, yes, but not exactly ruinous.

You and beomgyu had deactivated your channel for the time being at least. None of you had the heart to fully delete it yet and you’d hoped haechan wasn’t smart enough to have tried to backup evidence by recording on a different device or something like that. But, what if you can never stream with beomgyu anymore? What happens? What if you slowly by slowly hang out less? What if you’re not actually that close like you think. Is it all really just because of the channel?

All this irrational thinking is genuinely hurting your brain and you so desperately wished you could just fall asleep right now. You feel almost hysterical by now. It feels like you’ve been lying here for eons. You squeeze your burning eyes shut from the lack of sleep, and roll onto your side, then your back, then your other side, then your stomach, then your side again. You let out a frustrated groan, squeezing both sides of your pillow around your head—

Knock, knock

The sound of knocking suddenly comes from your door and you immediately whip your head to the noise, jolting, startled, genuinely frightening you since it was so quiet before. It was also four in the morning and you were definitely not expecting anyone at this hour.

Cautiously, you slip out of your bed and open your door just a crack, only to find beomgyu standing on the other side completely unannounced.

He’s in his plaid pyjama bottoms and wearing a white sleep shirt that’s slipping off one of his shoulders, exposing a sliver of his collarbone. Beomgyu’s hair is a mess, wolfcut flattened on one side and sticking up in random directions on the other. He’d looked like he’d just gotten out of bed himself and he sports an equally irritated and miserable expression. You’re guessing he’s in the exact same predicament as you.

“Can’t sleep.” He says with his lips heavily downturned, which also backups your hypothesis.

Your eyes linger down to the fluffy bear slippers he’s still wearing. You chuckle softly. “Yeah, neither can I.”

“Guess we’ll just have to try together.”

He walks right in, pushing past you like he’s done this a thousand times before, kicks off his fluffy slippers and flops down onto your bed, face planting into one of your pillows with a long, dramatic groan, arms and legs splayed out.

You close the door after him. “Ah, yes. Just invite yourself in.”

Beomgyu rolls his head to the side to look at you, cheek smushed in the pillow and just shrugs at you, clearly unbothered by your sarcasm, making himself comfortable.

You join him, mattress dipping as you lay back down too. He instantly grabs out for you, pulling you in his arms and scooting closer to you, then closer until you’re tucked against his chest. He nudges and nuzzles his nose into your neck and you catch the soft, relieved sigh he lets out, his breathing finally slowing and evening out.

It’s ridiculous how it puts you at ease instantly, both your limbs warm beneath the covers, and his body feeling like a comforting cocoon around you. You relax and seep into him, his slow, hot breathing against your skin grounding and familiar. Neither of you say anything, but you don’t feel the need to. Everything with beomgyu is comfortable. You never feel uncomfortable. You can already tell how he’s feeling, and you know he can tell how you’re feeling too, just letting the quiet, shared exhaustion fill the room instead.

Despite the anxiety still lurking somewhere in the corners of your mind, you felt yourself slowly slipping, the impending party, the threat of haechan, all the tiredness of exams, blurring into background noise along with the quiet hum of your dehumidifier and the muffled city noises outside. It’s all replaced by the simple presence of having beomgyu here. You’d forgotten you weren’t all alone with the alienating your exams had done. You at least had each other and that alleviated you a little bit. You weren’t aware how much you needed him next to you. You swallowed hard, heart twisting in that familiar flutter of intense emotions you didn’t have the words for. You turn around to wrap your arms around him too, submerging into his shirt. You can faintly smell the laundry detergent from his clothes, the hint of his body wash too and his natural, soothing, pleasant smell you’ve come to recognise. You tighten your grasp on him slightly, and he does the same, minutes stretching, letting everything ebb away with his heat and closeness.

And eventually, when your thoughts slowed enough to let go entirely, you feel your eyelids somehow grow impossibly heavy, when they hadn’t drooped the slightest bit before when you were alone, it’s the same with beomgyu. Sleep finally, miraculously, comes like a tide, plunging both you and beomgyu in and leaving everything else on the shore.

You’d accepted that shit was going to go down tomorrow. But you guess you’ll bear it together.

Once you walked into the party alongside beomgyu, you’re met with a dense throng of all kinds of people and varying degrees of intoxication. Music blares through hi-fi speakers as some dance and flail their arms, some miserable people sit on the sofas in judgement which makes you wonder why they even bothered showing up in the first place if they were just going to sour the mood. Others have a go at the foosball table, shaking the rods aggressively and making them clang loudly. Another group of people play different drinking games such as beer pong. You also notice some guys desperately attempting to get any girl to dance with them, looking like a pack of hungry wolves preying on random women. Ew.

Elsewhere, people are already immodestly making out, which they’ll probably regret later, and others just look far too drunk already for a party that had started not too long ago, staggering and slumping against walls or each other.

You’d done pres with beomgyu before so you were comfortably tipsy enough to not be so nervous of what might await you later on. You’re fashionably a little late, but people are still streaming in, all hyped up and screaming gestures to their friends so it’s fine.

It had taken you and beomgyu far too long to get ready, mostly because both of you had decided at some point that if the night was going to implode, you may as well look hot doing it.

You’d pulled out your best outfits, shared playlist you’d titled ‘Cunty’ on as you did your makeup, singing and rapping and shouting lyrics at each other. You still weren’t entirely sure why it had taken beomgyu so long considering he wasn’t doing any makeup, but he’d been agonising over styling his hair for a very long time.

You asked if he wanted a little makeup too and he’d nodded along, so you’d dusted a little glitter to his cheekbones and eyelids to match yours. You’d also applied the tiniest touch of pink tint on his plump lips and cheeks. He’d specifically asked for you not add the plumping lip gloss on him though, drawing the line at that.

“It burns.” Beomgyu complained.

“It tingles a little.”

“It burns.” Beomgyu repeated, traumatised from the last time. “It’ll melt my lips off.”

He even had let you curl his eyelashes, letting you add a thin layer of mascara since his lashes were already so unfairly, naturally long and doll-like without it. With it though, it’s ridiculous how his eyelashes look and just how much more length they span at their full potential. You’re almost envious.

Both your egos had inflated once you guys were done getting ready, checking yourselves out in the mirror, fully feeling yourselves and feeling totally invincible. You’d done a round of soju still listening to your playlist and taking an abundance of photos of each other on your pink digicam. (Beomgyu wouldn’t stop making you take pictures of him in every single damn conceivable pose since he thought he looked so hot.)

When it was his turn to take photos of you, he’d gone strangely quiet, staring a little too long, mouth parting dumbly in awe and eyes flicking over you like he was trying to commit the image to memory, your low cut top doing absolutely nothing to help his focus.

You look—” He’d gestured vaguely, as if words had failed him. “-Yeah…” Beomgyu breathes out, cheeks a vivid pink, but it definitely wasn’t from the tint you’d used on him because you never put that much on him, his ears also becoming pink.

You’d rolled your eyes, heat silently creeping up your neck too. “Whatever that means.”

Photos were taken together too, grinning stupidly at the camera and leaning closely into each other with peace signs and cheek pokes and heart signs.

Now, standing inside the house, you’re unsure what to do first. Voices overlap into an indistinguishable blur of noisy laughter and chatter. It’s packed, more packed than typical, which is saying something. Jackson wang is a very popular guy. His house is also, unsurprisingly, big and very, very nice with lovely furniture you personally wouldn’t want a bunch of unknown students drunk around, and that wealthy open plan style.

Then, you spot it from afar and your eyes instantly light up: Food. Actual food. Real, tangible, edible food.

You’ve been to far too many parties that didn’t even have any kind of food, or the only hospitable sustenance was a pathetic, measly excuse for it, with just a sad bowl of crisps placed on a kitchen counter.

You and Beomgyu gravitate there immediately, wordlessly, like mosquitoes smelling sweat on bare skin, immediately abandoning any pretence of socialising. There’s an impressive assortment of trays filled with delicious looking platters, dips, snacks and finger foods and desserts neatly arranged on a long table. Without shame, both of you start snacking.

“This,” you say around a mouthful of something fried and yummy, “is how you know a party is good- and also a good host.”Beomgyu nods solemnly, making a noise of agreement, his mouth too full to say anything back. There’s crumbs clinging all around his lips.

“You’ve got a little something…” You gesture to your own face and mouth so he’d know whereabouts it is.

“Oh.” beomgyu attempts to brush the food particles off his lips, swiping clumsily, then also tries licking them off, but he’s just not doing it in the right place, “is it gone?” He asks innocently, tilting his head cutely.

“No-” You sigh. “It’s there, there-there, no.”

“You do it!” Beomgyu says exasperately after failing.

“Ew, no. What the fuck.”

“Just do it for me.”

“Ugh.” You cave, bringing your thumb to brush off the crumbs on the top of his soft lips, faces close and you can feel him watching you. It’s not actually that disgusting, but you still commit to the bit, pretending it is, dramatically shuddering your body.

Beomgyu rolls his eyes at your actions. “Thanks.”

“You can’t eat.”

There’s even a cocktail station, which seems a bit too luxurious for university students, but you’re definitely not complaining. You happily make your way to it and make yourself some kind of, hopefully drinkable, concoction. Beomgyu opts for a beer, because of course he does. You take a sip of your drink, pleasantly surprised it doesn’t taste like shit.

Scanning the room absently as you drink, you thankfully don’t see haechan anywhere at all yet, that’s good. Huening Kai and taehyun had said they’d join you later since they were still on their digital witch hunt. Apparently, they’d found something potentially damning and just needed to find extra evidence, which was hopeful.

“You wanna dance?” Beomgyu asks, grinning. You barely have time to respond before he’s grabbing your hand and tugging you forward, and soon both of you are dancing in the middle of the crowd, stupidly, uncoordinated, laughing and giggling too loudly with little care for anything else, bumping into others around. Beomgyu commits fully, pulling silly and ridiculous expressions with bizarre moves, eyebrows wiggling and mouth moving exaggeratedly as you both shout out the lyrics of the songs to each other, and you’re laughing so hard your stomach starts to ache and so do your cheeks from smiling the whole time.

You spin him around once, twice. It looks a little funny since he’s lanky, not stopping until he staggers dramatically, and then he gets you back, twirling you until the lights blur at the edges of your vision.

That familiar feeling settles in, of nothing else really mattering when you’re with beomgyu. He looks so happy, staring at you with his starry, bright eyes, brighter than any of the laser lights flashing - and way prettier - like you’re the only person here. Watching him jumping up and down, his hair flapping around as well resembling puppy ears, and his pretty teeth flashing as he smiles so wide. It makes your heart clench, tight and slightly aching, but it’s also a pleasant feeling, the fondness overwhelming and devastating. You hope you always get to see him happy like that.

Eventually, It gets way too stuffy inside that it’s genuinely unbearable and so suffocating, too hot with so many sweaty bodies and the floor is starting to get disgustingly sticky from drunk people spilling their beverages carelessly all on the ground. You lean closer to beomgyu and he notices, leaning down at the same time.

“I need air!” You shout into his ear. He nods immediately, relief flickering across his face like he’d been thinking the exact same thing. You slip out together, wading past all the bodies, holding hands tightly, fingers laced as you lead the way so neither of you lose each other in the crowd, pushing past everyone and out into the garden, the cool, crisp night air finally hitting your lungs. You inhale and exhale deeply, looking up at the stars in the sky.

The garden is enormous and just as nice as the rest of his house. There’s fewer people lingering out here, sparsely scattered and it’s contrastingly quiet. There’s fairylights prettily strung across all the tree branches glowing and golden, and you can just about make out a pond in one corner, a little arched bridge crossing over it with lanterns. Beyond that, far at the back and slightly shrouded with darkness, is a treehouse with a zip line attached too.

“Woah. Let’s go there.” Beomgyu’s eyes light up, looking entirely delighted.

The two of you break into a jog across the grass.

Beomgyu excitedly goes up the treehouse first. He plops onto the seat and barely waits before launching himself and zipping across, laughing and screaming as he goes down. He tightly holds onto the rope and his hair whips into his face as he throws his head back, grinning so youthfully. He lands a little clumsily but throws his hand in the air with triumph, clearly enjoying it very much. You shake your head at him, laughing too.

“That was so fun! Your turn!”

You climb up the slightly unsteady ladder. Warily, you sit and leap off. Then you’re screaming and laughing at the same time too, the garden blurry and spinning below as the wind strongly rushes against your face. It’s over far too quickly. You land…sort of. The seat stops awkwardly, still a little too high, feet not quite reaching the ground. You fumble uselessly, unsure how to get yourself off. “Um…Help?”

Beomgyu bursts out laughing, doubling over for a moment. “Just jump off.”

You refuse, looking down at the ground with a shake of your head. “No, I might die.”

Beomgyu sighs at you again, but he steps forward, placing his hands carefully on your waist, steady and warm as he lifts you down properly with surprising ease. You’re still smiling when your feet hit the grass.

Until you see something emerging, someone slowly making it’s way to you both. At first, you think it’s just another drunk partygoer drifting aimlessly through the garden, but then the silhouette becomes clearer.

Haechan.

He looks drunk, not the fun, carefree kind, but genuinely volatile and scary looking. When his gaze locks onto you, his mouth curls into something unpleasantly satisfied.

Your stomach drops. Beomgyu grows tense beside you.

“Well, well, well,” Haechan says, sauntering closer, clicking his tongue. “Look who it is.”

It’s disorienting seeing him this way. You’ve never really seen him like this. You’ve only ever known him as a quite reserved, but polite dude, someone a bit forgettable. Not aggressive or whatever this is you’re witnessing. You supposed you didnt know him too well, but still. This version of him is unsettling and almost unrecognisable to look at.

“He managed to fool you too, huh? Once he’s bored of fucking you, he’ll drop you too. I did warn you. ” Haechan continues, eyes flicking between the two of you, shaking his head at you. “Don’t worry. Everyone else will fully know too soon enough. Sooner than soon, even.” He laughs, short and sharp, and pulls out his phone. The screen lights up with a recording of your account. So he was smart enough to have recorded it on another device even with you deactivating. “Now would be a perfect time don’t you think?”

“Oh, get over it!” Beomgyu snaps, stepping forward before you can stop him, his voice seething with rage and looking like he was ready to fight haechan right then and there. “Seriously, when are you gonna get over it? Mi-kyong clearly didn’t even like you if she tried to get with me. How is any of that my fault?”

Haechan’s weird, creepy smile dissolves instantly, turning ugly. His jaw clenches as he takes another aggressive swig from his can, beer sloshing and dripping down his chin as he wipes at it with the back of his hand, eyes wild whilst crushing his can. “No. No,” he says, shaking his head, looking pretty insane and so livid. “You tried to steal my girl. You ruined everything. Fuck you.”

Beomgyu gapes at him, exasperated. You also stand in disbelief at his sheer delusion, not getting his thought process at all or why this would still be going on, and why you’re even suffering in this situation over nothing. It’s actually just pissing you off now.

“Fuck you, haechan,” you say flatly, stepping forward yourself, planting your feet in the grass. “Just fuck off, you’re embarrassing.”

He turns to you slowly, sneering, eyes raking over you with open contempt. “And you. I wasn’t surprised by how much of a disgusting, freak whore he is. But, I’m disappoint about you, y/n. I guess you’re just a slut too.” He practically spits at you.

That’s beomgyu’s tipping point.

He lunges for him in an instant and punches him, driving his fist smack right hard in the face. Haechan staggers back in shock, holding his face for a short, fleeting pause, before lunging violently for him as well with a growl, equally mad.

They hit at each other, fists flying, fighting but with not much skill or strategy, just fuelled by pure resentment they have towards each other. They’re now on the ground in a tangle of limbs and it’s so incredibly chaotic, shoving, punching, hitting, sounds of grunts and collisions, getting sloppier and angrier. You’re not sure what to even do or which of them is winning either, they both look fairly distributed with wounds. Beomgyu’s lip splits. Haechan’s nose is bleeding.

Haechan is now on top of beomgyu, straddling him, somehow managing to take the upperhand, blowing hits at beomgyu repeatedly, punch after punch. You stand frozen for half a second, watching beomgyu take a particularly painful hit that knocks the air completely clean from him and he wheezes out, eyes unfocused.

Now, you love playing fighting games, and usually it’s pretty satisfying when the character is just about to get KO’d. If you were watching a round on your screen right now, beomgyu would probably be on the lasts of his health bar. Normally, that moment is thrilling, you’d lean forward with your controller, waiting for the final blow. But, this isn’t fun to watch at all and you’re just worried for beomgyu. This has all gone pretty south.

Your eyes dart around, frantically looking for some kind of weapon until they land on a thick fallen log. You grab it and without thinking, you raise it, ready to beat the shit out of haechan with it. “Touch him again and I swear -!”

“—STOP!”

The shout cuts through the pure chaos. Taehyun and Kai come sprinting, kai skids to a halt, hands shooting up instinctively, while taehyun bends over with his hands on his knees, panting.

“WE GOT THE DIRT.” They both say frantically, hysterically, completely out of breath, but their eyes gleaming with a manic sort of triumph.

Haechan and beomgyu both stop mid-motion in confusion.

Kai dramatically places a hand over his chest, panting. “Ah… wait… one sec—” he gasps, chest heaving and struggling like a victorian child. Then finally he starts, regaining his composure with a smug smirk and directing his words at haechan. “You kept it very quiet that you’re Lee Donghyuck. Son and heir of the Lee family. As in that Lee family. LC Industries. Wonder why.”

Haechan’s face drains of colour.

Taehyun crouches beside haechan, holding up his own phone and shaking it in his face mockingly with a grin. “We’ve got all the documents to prove it. Unfortunately for you, we’re able to find such things. It’d be socially disastrous if everyone were to find out you’d failed your exams and disgraced your family, that they had to generously ‘gift’ the economics department to let you into a top university huh?”

“Funny how that works.” Kai continues, scheming, eyes glinting. “Your family has strong public ties to education. A son who failed and then paid his way into a top university? Isn’t that illegal?” He tilts his head. “And you’re expected to be the heir of LC industries once you graduate. That would do terrible damage to the company, family name, ruin your reputation. The same thing could easily happen to you if you make the wrong choice, so I’d think about that more carefully.”

Silence stretches. Haechan doesn’t say a word. He just sits there, looking down, jaw locked so tight. But you know then he won’t say anything. He can’t.

You drop the log and instantly kneel beside beomgyu, checking if he was alright, hands pressing gently to his cheek. “Are you okay??!” You note the blood and the dirt on his face and the fact that he looks like he’s going to pass out.

“Y-yeah…” Beomgyu weakly nods.

Kai and taehyun also concerningly rush over, all of you trying to get him up and stand.

At that moment a girl walks over, noticing the commotion, she takes one look at haechan on the floor and scrunches up her nose is disgust.

Haechan looks up at her, eyes going wide, in recognition. He scrambles desperately, “Mi-kyong!”

She scoffs in disdain. “Ugh. God, this is why I broke up with you. You’re so pathetic.”

“Wait! I-”

She turns and walks away without another glance, leaving him sprawled, a dramatic, sobbing, drunk mess on the grass.

You snort at the scene. Weirded out, exhausted, and more than done with this entire night, the four of you turn and also walk away together.

Thankfully, beomgyu is not dying.

He’s actually not that badly injured. Nothing broken, just a few cuts and bruises and scratches here and there on his body, but they’re not too bad. As for his face, it’s mostly intact, the most detrimental things being really only a scrape along his cheekbone and his lip that’s busted and swollen. Watching him get beaten up in the moment had made it look a lot worse than the damage haechan actually did to him. He still manages to look devastatingly gorgeous even with all the small cuts and dirt on his face and the messy bangs in his eyes, which seems wildly unfair.

He sits on a stool in your kitchen, silently watching your back as you pulled out your drawers looking for something to clean and tend to his wounds with. Finding a cloth and your hello kitty plasters, you run the cloth under some water and wring it out. You dab at it gently on beomgyu’s face, cleaning his wounds and getting rid of the dirt and dried blood. You tilt his chin, thumb resting just under his jaw, angling his face towards the light so you can see better.

He winces slightly once you get closer to dabbing at the cut on his cheek, lips twitching into a pout. “Ow.”

“Shit, sorry.” You immediately apologise and swipe the cloth along his bottom lip more carefully this time as he exhales slowly through his nose.

“It’s okay.”

You peel open the pink hello kitty plaster and place it on his cheek, smoothing it down. Smiling, you step back, forcing lightness into your voice. “Cute. There, all tidied up.”

“Thanks.” Beomgyu says, giving you a small smile back. He’s been very solemn, subdued this entire time and clearly deep in thought. You’re not entirely sure why, because shouldn’t he be happy for a situation that supposedly ended well? He just stares at you with this intensity in his eyes you don’t know the reason for.

You turn around to put everything back in the drawers and you can practically feel him boring holes in your back, it makes you hyperaware of every movement you make. You feel slightly self conscious and you don’t exactly know why.

“If I…delete the channel,” beomgyu finally speaks up, “and make a new one,” he adds quickly, “You’d still stream with me, right?” You turn around to face him, he looks at you imploringly, eyes raw and searching. “Are you going to continue streaming after all of this?”

You’re taken aback. There’s something braced about the way he’s sitting, like he’s already preparing for an answer. “Beomgyu,” you say slowly, genuinely confused. “Of course I would. Why would I stop?”

“I don’t know,” he says honestly. “Maybe after nearly being exposed you realised you don’t really want to anymore and it’s all too much and it was just a short term source of income. I mean, I was the one who actually asked you to start streaming with me and you were wary about it. And—” He cuts himself off with a breath. You can see him trying to decide how much to say. “Because, I don’t want to do this if it’s not with you. I mean, I really don’t want to. Like, I wouldn’t want to find someone else. Or go solo again. I’d hate it.”

“Neither do I,” you say, without thinking.

“No, you don’t get it, y/n.” He pauses as if thinking whether he should say what he says next.

You do, actually. You think you might get it terrifyingly well.

Beomgyu rubs at his neck. “I…“I like you. A stupid, ridiculous fucking amount.”

Your breath catches.

“And I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same way—”beomgyu rushes on, rambling, “it’s fine, I’ll like, genuinely cope. I think, as long as you’re still in my life and nothing changes. I hope this doesn’t change anything. I don’t want things to be weird.” His bottom lip starts to wobble and quiver, trembling, looking up at you so vulnerably. The look on his face makes something ache inside you, like he’s mourning something he thinks he’s killed already.

For a second, you can’t speak, not because you don’t know what to say, but because there is suddenly too much to say and too much you’re feeling. It’s dizzying, your chest feels full and overflowing, but a massive weight is lifted off your shoulders, leaving you lightheaded. It’s followed immediately by this overwhelming, profound swell of affection that feels almost unbearable.

You’ve known that your feelings for him were already deep and tangled and perilous, inevitable and quietly consuming in the background. You think about how naturally he fits into your days, how your schedules are warped around each other, how every silly and fun moment seems to orbit around him most of the time, how easy it is to not wear a mask when he’s there, and the way he always, always gets you. It’s already shaped both of your lives before either of you had the courage to name it. Hearing him say it out loud doesn’t create the feeling, or make you suddenly realise, it just confirms it, that this beautiful, ridiculous boy matters to you in a completely irreversible way. And that you matter to him in the same. You can’t even remember what it was like to go about your days without beomgyu. He’s filled every absence and silence, painted every crevice and unnoticed gap in your life with colours you couldn’t see before, couldn’t even comprehend.

“No, beomgyu,” you say softly, eyes stinging, “I really, really like you,” you huff a breath that sounds close to a laugh, “a stupid, ridiculous fucking amount too.”

“Oh.” Beomgyu blinks, like he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing. Then his shoulders sag, all the tension draining out of him at once. “Wait, romantically right?”

You exasperatedly nod. “Yes!”

“Oh, thank god. Just checking.” He stands so suddenly the stool scrapes against the floor, and then he’s hugging you tight, swallowing you with his arms, desperate, clinging. His arms wrap around you fully, his face smushed into your shoulder.

“I’m sort of a right fool for you.” beomgyu mumbles, muffled into your shirt.

You giggle at him, hugging him back tightly. “You were already that before.”

He lifts his head just enough to glare at you in a mock pout, trying to pretend to be offended but failing miserably since there's a huge, stupidly happy smile on his face, grinning so bright and wide. “Shut up.”

His eyes flicker down to your lips with a lazy smile and a tender gaze, finding it hard to even look back up and meet your eyes, that oddly shaped, charming dimple of his that comes out occasionally, slipping into view. You already know what he’s practically begging you for.

You pull him down a little bit more and he meets you halfway. You press your lips with his, full of everything you’ve been holding back and he effuses into it, moving your lips with his gently, passionately. You’ve kissed beomgyu many times before now, but it feels new and so familiar all at the same time.

When you pull back, your foreheads rest together, giggling. Beomgyu exhales with a shaky laugh, before leaning in and pressing another quick kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another quick peck in the centre, and another.

When you finally dive in for another makeout session, you kiss him harder this time, deeper, hungrier, ardently. Not fucking him for a while, not kissing him like this, it easily catches up to the both of you and you suddenly need him with everything in you. You’re practically eating each other’s faces off now and he easily lets you push your tongue into his, swirling your tongue and saliva with his, heading moving and tilting in opposite directions, smacking your lips together.

You suck on the bottom of his soft, pillowy lips and lick them, you lick softly near where his lip is split. He shudders, the tiniest whimper. But it seems he actually likes it. You gently, lightly pull it in between your teeth where it hurts and is swollen. He moans out and hisses, liking the pain and the sting of it. You can taste the bitterness of it, coppery, but it’s pleasant. It’s clear beomgyu’s mind has totally blanketed over. You kiss him more, and gently suck on the tip of tongue before releasing it. His lips are even more impossibly swollen, red and ruined even without it being busted.

With a dazed, heated look, beomgyu bares his neck sexily for you, tilting his head to the side. silently pleading for your mouth on his neck too. You attach your lips to the column of his pretty, unadorned neck, attacking and kissing the sides and ready to embellish it. You suction your mouth on the sensitive areas, sucking, hearing him let out startled, soft mewls and whines. You don’t let your lips off until the small, little blood vessels under the skin burst and blossom into raw, violent splotches of maroon littered across his neck. You lick a long stripe, starting from the cute mole in between his collarbones and up over the sharp ridge of his adam’s apple - you press your tongue down harder on that part, and under his chin. He swallows, chin lifting up as you do with his lip caught in between his teeth, trembling, eyes glazed up, hands gripping the edges of the table tightly.

You kiss once more, his hands on your waist tightly, before you know it he’s backing you into the kitchen counter and lifting you up onto it, spreading your legs to fit him in between. He holds onto your thighs tightly, whining into your mouth needily as he begins to rut his stuttering hips in the space underneath one of your knees, pressing his clothed dick against it, humping you pathetically.

“A..a-ah. Please,” he breathes, “You-Please. Wanna make you feel good.”

“Seems like you’re doing the opposite.” You raise a brow.

Beomgyu shakes his head, still rutting and rocking against you, he kisses you some more, a soft, needy sound slipping past his lips and into yours, before he’s dropping to his knees on the cold kitchen floor. He’s tugging your underwear off desperately, clumsily. He kisses your ankle, the insides of your thighs and higher. With your thighs, he drags you more forward, closer to the edge of the counter so it’s easier for him, his face directly in line with your cunt, breath puffing hot. He pathetically whines at the sight, salivating already, and without even asking, he presses his face into you.

Beomgyu kneels, head buried deep in your cunt so all you can see is his long, shaggy mop of hair. The first sweep of tongue is slow and deliberate, he languidly licks up your pussy, then attaches his full lips to the mush of your clit, sucking intently. You bite your lip, tilting your head up to the ceiling in bliss, grabbing ahold of his hair fingers threading through the locks and tugging just enough to make a high pitched little noise escape his throat in response.

You can’t forget that he quite literally has a split lip, but he doesn’t seem to give a fuck about it, even if it’s irritating him, he just continues to let out vibrating muffled, whiny sounds into you. He lowers his mouth to prod his tongue into your hole instead, pushing and twisting and turning deeply whilst his pretty, wide nose bumps against your clit, he moves his head left and right, purposefully nuzzling and brushing his nose harder for you. He knows what he’s doing, he always does, just wanting to keep you satisfied.

You bring his head closer, massaging his scalp slightly, fingers stroking through the soft strands on the nape of his neck. “Yeah…that’s exactly it, gyuu mm.” He lifts his head up slightly, gazing up at you with, his pupils dilated crazily wide by now. You coo, “Look at you…so focused. Aww, you really like doing this don’t you, gyu?” He hums against you, you can feel him nodding, nose brushing up and down at that. “hhah-you have no idea how good you make me feel, beomie~” You throw praises at him, your eyes clouding up at the feeling of beomgyu’s mouth on you.

You can practically see his brown irises sparkle momentarily at that, shining and giving you heart eyes. The praises just make him crazier, famished, he dives back in with renewed fervour, lapping at your cunt like a dehydrated animal seeing a pool of water, so intent on pleasing you more and eating you out with such a frenzy, you’re squirming around him, trying to shut your legs, but he doesn’t relent, not even a little. The slurping sounds are genuinely nasty and almost embarrassingly loud over the kitchen. He shoves his head impossibly deeper and you tip your head fully back, one of his hands slowly reaching up your body to your breasts, groping and kneading and squeezing them. He’s stupidly moaning even louder than you and you’re the one reaching your tipping point.

He lifts up again barely, just to obsessively watch the reactions on your face to what he’s doing to you and how you’re nearly on the edge, looking at like a puppy seeking approval. chasing your every reaction like he’s starving for it. Desperately, beomgyu pushes his ring and middle finger inside you without warning, pistoning them into you, the sounds your pussy makes from this is so slushy and wet and gushing, you gasp, knitting your brows with your mouth open. Beomgyu studies your face, keeping his eyes on you the whole time, whining, wanting you to cum already, still fucking his fingers into you at a brutal place and reattaching his swollen lips to your bundle of nerves, and it all comes crashing down on you with a cry. You cum on his face and beomgyu excitedly laps it all up greedily and delighted, his tongue and fingers working through your aftershocks, wanting to catch everything your pussy gives out, and he lets out pleased sounds.

“Ah…so good, gyu…” you cradle the side of his cheek, he smiles and grins gleefully, kissing your palm and looking at you so adoringly.

He stands back up happily, his face drenched in your slick and his spit and drool. He’s instantly all over you again, kissing you with his messy, soaked lips, tasting yourself on his mouth. He kisses you and kisses you, again and again. You don’t even realise you’ve made it to your sofa. You push him instead, the backs of his knees hitting the sofa and falling onto it gladly. You follow immediately, hovering over him. Beomgyu brushes his thumb over your cheek, giggling breathlessly. You laugh softly too. He’s so cute.

You rid the rest of your clothes off and beomgyu watches you in awe, hands resting on your waist now. “You’re so pretty.”

“So are you.”

He helps you discard of his own clothes. You lean back down, cupping his cheeks dotingly for no reason, just looking at his pretty face. Then you wrap your fingers around his cock, briefly pumping it a few times, watching the way he totally forgets about everything, hips jerking, melting into a puddle as he lets out small, breathy noises.

You stop your movements on his dick and with a wicked grin, you sit yourself on him. You slowly slide your wet folds against him, watching the way he instantly falls apart.

“Ughh…y-y/n,” the sound lands somewhere between a sigh and plea.

You grind against his poor, leaky, flushed cock harder, earning startled little sounds that his voice fractures into. Beomgyu squeezes his eyes shut, it’s scarily already too much for him already.

“S-stopp, inside, inside.” Beomgyu grabs your wrist, needy, begging.

“Ssh. Be patient, baby.” You lightly scold him, continuing to roll your hips faster, continuously, enjoying the feeling of the wetness from you and the precum dribbling out out his tip, gliding easily and mixing and smearing together, bumping at your clit and stimulating your folds.

Beomgyu shakes his head, half panting and half whimpering, eyes watering, hands twitching uselessly at your sides, his lips parted like he was meant to speak, probably to beseech you again, but only a shaken noise comes out. Suddenly, out of nowhere, beomgyu’s dick spills out cum, squirting out white onto his tummy in uncontrolled spurts. He looks down, horrified, like he can’t even believe it himself.

Then he sniffles, crying out, devastated and disappointed. “Didn’t want to cum that fast, wanted to cum inside you.” The corners of his lips pull entirely downwards.

You click your tongue. “Can’t control yourself, gyu. Hm?” You mock him, though you don’t actually care, your tone soft. It was hot to see him make a mess all on himself that quick.

“No- just missed you.” Beomgyu frowns. The mascara you’d put on him earlier, now running down his cheek all clumped and messy. He’s referring to how you guys haven’t streamed in so long with haechan and then also not really seeing each other as much as you usually would because of exams too.

You reach up and swipe your thumbs gently under eye, wiping away the tiny exaggerated tears. “Aww, you missed me?”

Beomgyu’s lips are dramatically downturned but he replies with soft sincerity. “Yeah.”

Your heart swoops. It did feel very strange to go days without properly being with him. “Missed you too.” You kiss his nose and he softly smiles knowing you felt the same. “Will you even be able to handle my pussy after so long, gyu?” You tilt your head, slipping back to teasing him because it feels easier than admitting just how full your chest feels again.

Beomgyu nods so fast it’s comical. “I can. Please.”

“You already came though.” You tut, faux contemplating, glancing pointedly at the mess on his tummy.

“I can cum again!” beomgyu quickly insists, frantic and pleading, falling for it and getting worked up, panicked, “need you.”

With that, you take a hold of his dick, feeling him slightly twitch. You lift yourself up and guide his dick to your entrance, slowly taking him in you, first his swollen tip, and then lowering yourself completely, ever so carefully, down on his entire length, until your hips meet his, enveloping his cock with your pussy. You sigh out at the feeling of finally having his dick in you again and stretching you out. It’s so perfect.

“Ohhhmygod.” You almost forget to watch beomgyu’s reaction for a second. Beomgyu has practically gone cross-eyed, mouth fully open. He’s panting loud and heavy, like you’ve knocked the wind out of him and you haven’t even moved a single bit yet. He’s resembling when you first fucked him and took his virginity, sure it’s the longest you’ve gone without fucking, but it hasn’t been that long.

“You need a minute?”

“Sshit-yeah…” beomgyu knits his brows, and groans out long and deep.

You don’t know how long you wait, it could have been like, ten seconds, but it felt like forever to you. Eventually, you grow impatient and you just grab onto his shoulders, lifting yourself up again and back down, starting a slow rhythm. You sheath and unsheath your pussy languidly on his dick, hitting deep, softly moaning. The friction is searing and hot and you can feel your walls dragging along the little ridges of some of the thick veins from his dick.

Beomgyu on the other hand, is absolutely lost in the sensation of your pussy wrapped around him. You swivel your hips clockwise, then anti-clockwise repeatedly, watching the way his jaw goes slack at this.

“So good-feels sso good,” beomgyu slurs, mouth hanging open and eyes drooping with pleasure already. He genuinely looks like he physically cannot cope with any of it.

You still want more though. Your grip on his shoulders tighten, using it to give you more strength to bounce on his gooey dick, quickening your pace but not significantly. Beomgyu’s brain is mush. He’s a goner.

You can’t even see his face anymore, the top of his face somehow buried underneath the numerous cushions on your sofa, he’s sinking into it, all you can see is his full lips in the shape of an ‘o’ and his front teeth, being able to spot the slight chip on one of them. It’s like he’s not aware it’s possible to even close his mouth at all. You laugh at the absurd sight of him and lean forwards to throw the cushions off him, brushing his wet hair out of his face so you can fully see the expression of unmistakable ecstasy that he’s in the throes of, his long clumped eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks.

He doesn’t notice any of this. He looks like he’s fully checked out of everything. And seriously, your pace wasn’t even that fast. You lightly slap at his cheek, trying to wake him up from his trance-like state, his head lolls, eyes rolled to the back of his head, scatter-brained. He doesn’t respond. You grab at his chin, facing you. “gyu, gyu. Are you there?”

“….huhh….?”

You burst out laughing, totally amused. “holy shit, beomgyu.” You start riding him at brutal pace, wondering just how much more fucked out he can get. “Imagine your viewers seeing you right now, you look like you’re getting fucked for the first time all over again.”

Beomgyu chokes out a moan, but you’re surprised to hear him speak up, voice so strained, in between gasps, “d-don’t need an audience-h-hahhh…only need youu-nggh”

You lean down, hovering close to his face, spurring him on. “Yeah? You love my pussy don’t you? Loved when I took your virginity didn’t you, baby?”

“Mmm,” Beomgyu whines out, eyes fluttering shut, nodding feverishly, saying any shit unabashedly. “Love your pussy…so glad it wass youuh…Wouldn’t— wouldn’t want anyone else…only you. M’ all yours.”

You’re truly enraptured by his expressions of you just riding him. Suddenly, you get an idea. You pull off his dick. Beomgyu whines and frowns at the lost contact, totally perplexed and wounded.

His hands grasp out for you, trying to bring you back but you ignore him, standing up off the sofa and grabbing at his dainty, pretty, long legs instead. You spread them, holding them apart by his ankles. Beomgyu furrows his brows at you and makes a small, cute, confused sound, but he trusts you with everything in him so he just completely surrenders to whatever you’re doing calmly. He’d give you anything you want, would let you do anything to him, would let you consume him completely. You hold his dick in place at a better angle for your pussy, trying to line yourself up. Once again, you’re grabbing his dick like you’re using a dildo in the privacy of your bedroom and shifting your position whichever way you want.

“What are you doing—ohh.”

You thrust into him, both hands curled around his ankles again, the way his cock presses differently inside you, angled in a way that reaches so much deeper and drags along the nerves in your spongy walls deliciously. It clearly affects beomgyu too, his face contorting into an absolute state of rapture on his features and he elicits a mangled mewl.

The position is entirely vulnerable for beomgyu, and for a split second, you can see his cheeks flush even more than they are, his mannerisms turning shy, but he almost immediately stops giving a fuck, in fact it spurs him on. He tries to keep his eyes open and focused to watch you as you fuck him, like both your sexes have swapped and he’s the one with a cunt, finding it so hot even though his eyelids keep drooping and his eye’s keep rolling back.

You push your hips forward continuously slamming them with his. Everything about fucking beomgyu this way clearly drives him crazy, fogging up and dumbing his already fucked out brain. His tongue lolls out exaggeratedly like a panting dog and moaning high pitched like a slut without restraint.

By now, the delirium has taken over the both of you, entirely consumed by the sensation of each other.

You pant, spewing random dirty talk with your eyes dazed. “D’you love getting fucked by me like this? Yeah? Want me to use you like a dildo all the time? Want that to be-ah-your only purpose? Just my toy? I’ll bounce on your dick all the time, gyu.”

“Yeah, yeah,yeahyeahyeah. Can use me, ghhhgn wanna stay in your pussy forever….never wanna leave,” Beomgyu drools, nodding dumbly, mouth parted in disbelieved pleasure, reeling in it.

You lean down to his heaving tummy, placing a kiss on his belly button and where his piercing lies, you come closer to his body, moving up and he wraps his arms around you, holding onto your for dear life as an incessant stream of moans rip through his throat.

You desperately fuck him faster, driving into him, snapping your hips forward again and again, getting closer to the edge and pulling him into a messy kiss as you do so, still clinging onto each other, eating up his garbled cries.

“Ah-gonna cum. You want it? Want me to cum around your cock, beomie?”

“S-sso much—” beomgyu gasps, sobbing. “Oh my god—”

Both of you dissolve into incoherent, breathless sounds of ‘mm— mm— mmmm mmmmm’ exchanging back and forth between kisses continuously and moaning out each others name, becoming more and more high off each other. Nothing else mattering at this moment except for the intoxicating feel of your lips against his, body pressed flush against his. The world could disappear entirely, and it’s possible neither of you would notice, so lost and gone in the feeling.

“Only you,” beomgyu breaks, words cracking as they leave him, “Only you-only you can make me feel this way, only youonlyyouuonlyyou.”

You reach your high first, clenching around him and letting go. Beomgyu lets out three different notes, oscillating like piano trills. Until a glissando of all sorts of notes slide up and reaching a crescendo. “C-cc-ccumming—” Beomgyu chokes, breath coming out in sharp pulls, “cummingcummingy/n, y/nnnn—”

You cum hard enough that your vision whites out at the edges. Paralysed by the intense orgasm, you’re not sure if you’ve ever felt that in your life and you can tell he’s like that too. Cum oozes out from his dick nonstop, spilling helplessly, replacing the dried cum on his tummy previously. You can practically see his soul leaving him, gone to the ether, his body just jelly as he sags into the sofa and cushions with a sound closer to a sob than a moan.

He still manages to hug you tighter, shaking body pressing more into yours so his cum smears on you too, clutching you. You hold his cheeks in your hands, peppering dazed butterfly kisses on his wrecked out face and on his hello kitty plaster, already slightly peeling from the corner with all the sweat.

“Ughh…I missed you.” Beomgyu knocks his head with yours.

You laugh, still trying to catch your breath. “You already said that.” You carefully brush the sweaty strands of his hair out of his sweaty face, looking into his big, soft, brown eyes, twinkling, glittery as they stare back up at yours with so much emotion and adoration in them.

“I don’t care. Missed you, missed you, missed you~” Beomgyu grins, blissed out.

“Just my pussy?”

“Obviously, so much more than that, idiot.” Beomgyu rolls his eyes, jabbing your head.

“It’s way too fucking hot for this shit.”

It’s the hottest day of the month, sweltering. The grass is brittle and warm beneath your stomach as you lie in it, half propped on your elbows with a book in your hand. Beomgyu is sprawled on his back, still eating the remnants of the pastries you both had bought from the bakery nearby, humming in response, though he seems pretty content. There’s quite a lot of other uni students too, sitting with their friends across picnic blankets, people walking their dogs, others passing through on the path with their bicycles, bells ringing, children laughing in the distance.

It’s the last week left of lectures before you’re fully finished with the uni year. Beomgyu had forced you to come out on your free day. He’d stood in your kitchen earlier with absolute conviction, declaring that you’d promised to go out on a date. When you’d agreed to that, you weren’t aware of the weather. Even with your proposal to stay inside with the AC and continue watching the drama you both had started instead, beomgyu had refused, shaking his head and staying adamant about it. No amount of dramatic pointing at the weather app of the temperature had deterred him, unfortunately.

Now, you’re laying in the park near your campus, trying not to fucking melt.

After eating the rest of his pastry and licking around his lips, beomgyu scoots closer to you, grass rustling beneath him, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his chest on your back, practically on top of you.

“Ew-no-get off. I’ll get so sweaty!” You shove beomgyu off you, immediately protesting.

He sticks his tongue out at you with a dramatic, wounded look but allows himself to be pushed away. “Rude.”

“You’re so sweaty right now and so am I.” You point out. “I don’t want to get even more sweaty. It’s too hot.”

Beomgyu flops onto his back again with a theatrical groan, a noise of betrayal. “Woww. This is how you’re treating your sweet boyfriend who just wants to cuddle.”

Not much changes when you start dating. You still bicker. You still spend an alarming amount of time together, you still stream and go to your lectures together. It’s subtle. Just that you’re both more honest and open with your feelings and affection for one another, beomgyu especially. You can’t get rid of him. You’re not complaining most of the time.

After finishing one of the chapters of your book, you close it, setting it aside and resting your chin on your hand. You watch beomgyu with interest instead. He’s lying down with his eyes closed, forearm flung over his face, attempting to nap, chest rising and falling, one knee bent and the other leg kicked out. You contemplate to yourself for a moment before speaking. “…Are you scared?”

Beomgyu slowly flitters his eyes open, brows drawing together faintly with a curious expression. “For what?”

“That next year’s our final year.”

His expressions changes. Beomgyu goes quiet, pensive, thoughtful. “…yeah. A little. I don’t want to be an actual adult yet,” beomgyu answers honestly, squinting his eyes up at the sky, “it just feels like every year gets faster.”

You hum in agreement, fiddling with a blade of grass between your fingers.

It’s true, this academic year has gone by even faster than usual, though it’s been one that so much changed. You can’t believe the events that happened. At the start of the year, you hated the idea of working with beomgyu, co-organising that christmas performance, still convinced of the rumours about him. You’d never have thought he was the face behind your favourite camboy, that you’d end up fucking your favourite camboy in person. You definitely hadn’t expected for beomgyu to be someone you care for so much.

You and beomgyu have indeed now started afresh on a new channel named - AngelandDevil313 - beomgyu was the one to suggest it, defending it with his life. It’s cringey, yes. But you’re doing very well, even better than before, in the top five popular channels on the site, starting new had all your loyal viewers from before and reached a lot of new ones.

“I’ve had fun this year, though,” You say after a moment, staring up at the vivid, sunny sky too, squinting. “Because of you. And I’m excited for next year with you too.”

“You did that for me too.” His smile creeps in slowly, like he’s trying not to make a big deal of it and failing anyway because his smile is somehow rivalling the sun right now, impossibly beaming. “We’ll be working together again next year, though,” he says, clearly very delighted at that, pointing at you playfully, “aren’t you excited?~”

From the success of being paired up to organise the music department’s Christmas performance, your lecturer had decided the two of you were a great set and had promptly promoted both of you to be the presidents of the orchestra fully next year once the other seniors had graduated. You’re his partner yet again.

“Mmm. It’ll be fun. Also stressful.” You’re proud to be chosen though, it’s such a high prestige.

“We make pretty good partners, you know.” Beomgyu rolls to his side, elbow propped on the grass as he stares at you with a shit eating grinning. “Maybe we should start another business in the future together.”

You stare at him too, amused, eyebrow raised. “And what would that be?”

Beomgyu animatedly taps at his chin, looking up. “Hmm…maybe a cafe, hehe.”

You snort. “A cafe? We set the fire alarm off making cookies. Who’s going to be baking?”

Beomgyu thinks for a moment, furrowing his brows, but then shrugs his shoulder in defeat, totally agreeing. “Alright. Fine. Tyun and Kai can bake. We’ll handle the business side.”

You nod your head, softly chuckling.

“Or,” beomgyu smirks insufferably, “I could just stand outside. I’m sure many people will come in if they just see me and my handsome face. I’ll draw the customers in.” Beomgyu flicks his hair, flamboyantly.

You roll your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “Riight.”

“Okay but think about it,” beomgyu insists, eyes bright and a lighter brown, golden from the way the sun catches onto them, looking even prettier, his dimple peeping out too, deeply pressed in his cheek. “A live music cafe. We could perform together and have other musicians play on days too. I think it’d be pretty spectacular.”

You smile fondly, his entire idea of a cafe is so cute and endearing. You’re half-convinced already just from how passionate he is about it.

“Our channel is doing so well now. We’ll even be able to pay off our tuition together.” Beomgyu rolls closer to you, shoulders touching despite the heat, arms touching in that unconscious, gravitational way you’ve both developed.

“You think we’ll last that long?” You tease.

“Yeah,” he says. “I do.” There’s something dangerously soft in his voice.

“That’s ambitious. We haven’t been dating for that long.”

“I don’t care,” he says, simply. “It’s different with you. I know you feel it too.” he adds, suddenly shy, sheepish in the way he gets when he realises he’s being way too earnest, “at least…I hope so. I wanna live with you eventually. Stream with you for a long time.”

You swallow, eyes slowly widening.

“You’re like, my person,” beomgyu finishes, quieter. “I think we’ll last.”

Your throat tightens. The certainty in it makes you feel all those intense emotions you always feel whenever it’s beomgyu, butterflies in your stomach. You look away so he doesn’t quite see how it lands on your face. “Yeah, so are you.” you admit, quietly too.

“Wait, are you about to cry?!”

You cough, dabbing at your eyes quickly. “No. It’s hay fever, obviously.”

His stupid grin is immediate again, very satisfied, obnoxiously so, thankfully he doesn’t say anything else about it.

He nudges your foot with his. “Anyway. Speaking of, it’s a streaming night. Let’s make music in another way heh.” Beomgyu wiggles his brows, his face getting closer to yours.

You groan and shove his face away while he cackles, sunlight catching in his hair, laughter loud and unguarded. “At least we’re getting out of here.”

Beomgyu gets off the ground, dusts of his jeans, and reaches his hand out for you with a soft, lingering smile, you take it. His fingers curl around yours immediately, warm and familiar, pulling you up with an ease that makes your stomach swoop.

“Come on.”

You coat your fingers with more lube, pushing your slicked fingers once more into beomgyu’s glossy, puckered hole, trying to ease him, working him open. Slowly, you pump them in and out as beomgyu knits his brows together, softly moaning from time to time, face buried in the silk pillow, ass up.

“Mm…more.”

“You sure?”

Beomgyu rocks his hips back to meet the pace of your fingers, reaching deeper, as a form of confirmation. You slap his little ass lightly in response and he whines quietly in frustration.

“Pleaseee?”

You know he’s been waiting absolute centuries for this, so you relent, not wanting to torture him longer because you know you’ve stretched him out well enough already.

You lather more lube onto your strap on as he watches, eyes glittery with anticipation. You’d searched online extensively for a dildo pretty enough you could use on beomgyu for a stream. It’s a faint jelly pink, see through and slightly bigger than what beomgyu’s used to, and there’s hot pink little heart shapes trapped inside the translucent toy for decoration, making it look prettier. You’d even worn a frilly, light pink and white lingerie dress, which beomgyu had already lost his mind over. The juxtaposition of you wearing something more feminine whilst wearing a dick, you fucking him like that all pretty, clearly driving him even more crazy, liking the clash.

“Wanna ride you.” Beomgyu speaks, eyes cutely half lidded.

“Yeah, angel?” You lift a brow. “Should we ask the viewers how they want me to fuck you?”

You flick through the comments, but surprisingly, they all actually agree with what beomgyu wants for once, wanting to see what he’d look like riding your strap.

So, you lie back against the silk pillows yourself, watching beomgyu as he slowly straddles your hips. He doesn’t put it in yet, surprisingly, gazing down at you with a soft but heated stare, you prolong the eye contact until beomgyu eventually reaches down to cup your cheeks. He presses his lips with yours, his lips fluffy and smooth and cushiony and satin just like the pink silk pillows you lay in, wishing you could do the same with his lips. You makeout, slow and messy as he whimpers into your mouth, getting more turned on from both of you kissing.

He pulls away ultimately, and grabs the dildo, you also help to hold it in place. He puts his hands on your upper stomach as he lifts up, placing the dildo at his oiled, puffy hole, and carefully he takes it in inside of him, stretching him, lowering down and down, little by little, until the entire length has disappeared in him and he’s fully sat back down on you.

Beomgyu stills, head thrown back as a quiet, startled gasp slips loose from his mouth.

After a moment, you swivel your own hips, watching the way his expressions changes as the toy angles in different ways inside him with a tiny groan. He swivels his hips too, both of you circling around in tandem.

When he’s ready, beomgyu rolls his hips with a hiss and starts his pace of leisurely rolling his hips and riding your strap seducingly.

He’s confident with the way he moves back and forth, despite the fact he’s gradually falling apart. He rolls his pelvis elegantly, sexily purposefully trying to rile you and the viewers up. Doing it in a way like a pornstar and not an amateur, though he is a camboy, it’s in a way that it wasn’t just homemade porn, it’s glamorous.

It’s definitely working, when you scroll through the comments briefly - you didn’t want to miss out on the show for too long - they’re unusually more quiet, even with the view count increasing by the second, spamming less with commands. You’re guessing they’re just totally enamoured by the sight too. And it’s all for you. You’re the one who gets to see it in person.

And you know you’ve thought it, said it out loud hundreds of times, countless times, but beomgyu is so fucking gorgeous. You still forget to breathe for a second, watching him on top of you, enraptured. He’s of course, wearing his stripy pink and white thigh highs, legs draped and bent either side of you. You grab for them without a second thought, squeezing his thighs, digging your nails into the fabric hard. He whines faintly at that. Of course as well, his sparkly belly button piercing dangles and swings with the motion. It has a diamond heart and a bow. He has a collection of them.

And, there’s something new too. The still recently healed tattoo near his right hip and lower abdomen. You sport a matching one. It’s a treble clef, etched onto his flesh with an angel wing peaking out, unfurling from the curve, still lightly pink around the edges. Maybe it was way too soon to get matching tattoos with beomgyu but it seemed right. And maybe you both were the slightest bit tipsy when you had agreed with absolute conviction to get one together, and had booked the appointment impulsively. But you’d followed through with it. Both of you wanted a treble clef tattoo anyway since you study music and music is such a vital part of your life. You’d always wanted one long before. So did beomgyu. So why not get one together?

Neither of you regret it, both of you adore it. You love looking at it on beomgyu, it makes his body even more unfairly pretty. You know he loves seeing it on yours too. You bring your hand up to trace the ink with your fingertip on his skin for a second, following the curve of the wing, then he lifts your dress up too a bit, finding yours and doing the same. You liked that his body was permanently marked with you, and yours with him. Even the viewers loved it, it becoming a sort of trademark thing, iconic for you both on your new channel.

Beomgyu’s hair too, is slightly different. Soft, subtle, pink strands threaded through the dark of his wolfcut. Only recently, had he dyed some strands of his wolfcut a pink. Unfortunately, you, taehyun, and Kai had to be the ones to do it for him. All three of you had stood around him in the crowded bathroom, perplexed, trying to get it to the exact shade he wanted. Neither of you had experience, nor should any of you have been trusted and it was quite a disaster, all three of you had differing opinions on how to do it, arguing. It was chaotic and vaguely traumatic for you. But, somehow you all managed to get it right, the exact shade he wanted in the end. Kai had started an underground cheap hair dye business in the uni with the confidence after that. From what you know, he’s making bank.

His hair falls into his face but you still see his long lashes kissing his blushing cheeks, his eyes closed, looking like a doll in every single possible way right now. He’s truly unreal.

@angeldevil313luvr: Angel looks like such a slut 💗

@femdom_hearts: I’m going crazy. Look at the way he’s riding it. Wow 😍

@iheartsubboys199: he should just become a full time prostitute.

You laugh gently. “They’re saying you look like such a slut right now, baby, riding all by yourself like that.” Your hands slide up to take ahold of his small waist, holding it tightly, starting to move him against the dildo harder, changing the tempo and time signature. A loud, whorishly long moan rolling off his tongue at the new pace, lips parted. He’s just the prettiest little thing.

“Someone said you should become a full time prostitute, angel. You’d be such a pro.”

Beomgyu manages to shake his head. “uahh—No. only—f’you.”

You smile at his answer, absolutely pleased. “Ohh, you’re so good.” You reach up to pinch his scarlet cheek, cooing, “Such a sweet baby. Isn’t that right, darling?”

Beomgyu nods, dizzy. He’s losing control now, the confidence he once had dwindling, previous demeanor vanishing, forgotten when he gets consumed by the pleasure he’s feeling.

“Say it to the camera.” You take the phone, filming him up close. “Say you’re only a whore for my cock, angel. Only a pretty cumslut for me~”

You thrust into him slightly, toy pushing deeper in him. Beomgyu groans, noises leaving him endlessly, wrecked, voice cracking as he tries to speak up. He looks into the camera then at you with a faraway look. “Hahhh, m’ only a…a whore for your-ghh-cock. M’ just a pretty cumslut ffor you.”

When he looks like he might just collapse, you bend your knees, propping your legs up for him, his back resting against them, keeping him up. He delicately reaches out for both of your hands, threading your fingers and holding them as he begins to bounce on the silicone, up and down, lifting and sinking. You interlace them, his hair jumping with every bounce too, front layers damp, sticking to his forehead and his face glowing with sweat.

“So dumb for my dick,” you murmur, making your voice more sultry and teasing the way he likes, that makes him shiver, “can’t even keep yourself upright. Should I fuck you with my cock all the time hmm?”

“N-no, Love your pussy mm-more.” There’s a thin line of drool, slipping down the corner of his mouth eyes, glistening as it trails further to his chin, eyes rolling back uselessly.

You giggle, gaze dropping lower, watching the way his cock flaps uselessly, slapping your stomach, painfully red, pearled precum trickling out lightly from the tip of his engorged head. You pull your hands away from his, and he whimpers at the sudden lack of support. You swipe the beads of sticky fluid from his tip with your thumb and it twitches fruitlessly at that. You start pumping his wet dick ruthlessly, stroking “you sure? You look like you’re loving this, going crazy for this. Maybe I won’t let you fuck my pussy ever again.”

Beomgyu’s back arches instantly, mewling high pitched, attempting to shake his head at your words but all his thoughts just disappear from the overwhelming pleasure and all the stimulation, drowning in it.

“Please, can I cum? Please?”

“No.” You click your tongue. “Don’t cum if you love my cunt more.”

Beomgyu makes a devastated sound, pouting, stressed, tears pooling along his waterline, “babyyy! But-T-that’s so unfair!”

You burst out laughing, warm and amused. You don’t actually care obviously. You just like messing with him, seeing the way he gets all helpless and panicked. “Lol. Just joking.” You grin. “But you’re not allowed to cum just yet. Hold on.”

“I-i can’t—it feels ssoo ggood.” Beomgyu whines.

“Yes you can. Don’t disappoint your viewers, angel.” You check the comment for a second and they agree, not wanting him to cum just yet, wanting to see him cum a load later instead from holding it in. You pump his dick faster, speeding up cruel, mercilessly twisting. Your other hand grips his hip, moving him yourself, slamming him back down each time. You thrust upwards with his drops down, harder, deeper, more and more, an accelerando, intent on pulling every possible pretty sound he can make out of his throat, watching the way the little hearts suspended in the translucent toy disappear in as he takes it in and out of his cute hole, making gooey noises in the process. He’s practically jumping on your strap now too and he pulls one of your tits out of your dress, cupping them and squeezing tightly like it’s keeping him steady.

“H-holy s-shit…oh oh f-fuck oh”

Beomgyu yelps, surprised. You see it instantly on his face when it hits something deep and you know it’s reached deep, brushing against his prostate, mouth dropping open, eyes flying open. His moans practically change key, tearing out of him, becoming even more high pitched and falsetto than before. You weren’t even aware his range could go that high.

You can feel his thighs tremoring uncontrollably where they cage your hips. “I can’t, I can’t—i-i c-can’ttt-t—” beomgyu sounds like there’s water stuck in his lungs.

You tighten your hand around his dick, moving faster. “Okay, you can cum, pretty.” You lift your torso up slightly to attach your lips to his nipple, swirling your tongue and teeth grazing the sensitive pink bud, sucking. One slow, wicked suck makes him jerk. He clenches his hole around the silicone and finally lets go with a strangled, long yelp. The coda of the symphony comes to an end with a perfect cadence. Beomgyu’s dick gushes, cum overflowing like a fountain, thick ropes splattering all on your newly bought lingerie, absolutely sullied. He doesn’t care though, he slumps forwards on you, between all the mess, hugging you, face buried in your neck, breathing wrecked, boneless from the physical exertion, brain dead, numb and shaking. You play with the ends of his shaggy hair on his neck, curling the light pink silky strands with your fingers. It suits him so well.

Beomgyu has one last lecture early in the morning. You, blissfully, do not. However, you can currently hear the alarm he set, going off blaring, disturbing your sleep, for about 2 minutes now and he still hasn’t woken up. It’s so loud, how can he not hear it?

You nudge him, “gyu,” He doesn’t budge. You nudge him harder, “GYU. GET UP.” Finally, he stirs.

Beomgyu whines, “owww. Ugh,” but turns over to thankfully switch his annoying alarm off.

He gets up from the bed, carefully disentangling himself from you, and gets ready, heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth. You merely groan and roll over, burying your face deeper into the pillow. You don’t see him get dressed but you hear all of it, rustling of fabrics, clinking of keys, lanyards, or something, attentively tiptoeing around your room to not disturb you too much.

Unfortunately, you still have to get up to lock the door after him. You yawn, face puffy, eyes barely functioning, hair sticking up. He walks out. Standing in the door frame with his crossbody bag slung over his shoulder. It has many keyrings dangling from it. That’s what was the noise you heard earlier.

“Bye, y/nnn. See you.” Beomgyu says softly, dragging the vowels of your name just to annoy you a little. He pulls you in for a little, warm hug, then pecks your lip. Then pecks them again with a grin just because.

You barely register any of this. “Mmm,” you mumble, yawning, “See you. I love you.” Then, you shut the door.

Beomgyu stands still, blinking at the closed door, eyes widening, stunned. He opens and closes his mouth, still trying to process what just happened, bag slipping off.

He replays it.

Mmm. See you. I love you.

He slowly raises his hand to touch his heart, feeling how it’s pounding against his chest. He mutters a surprised, barely audible oh into the empty corridor.

You said it so casually. Like you hadn’t just thrown a bomb at his entire emotional infrastructure before his 9am lecture. What the fuck. But, he’s a running a bit late to his class and thinks it’s best to ask you about it later.

Beomgyu walks away giddy but still in shock, legs feeling like jelly and dizzy, he gets halfway down the corridor and turns around just to stare at your door again. Oh my god.

You, meanwhile, make it back to your bed, pulling the blanket up. You close your eyes, sighing out happily-Wait. Your brain finally loads. You open one eye suspiciously, the other, very slowly. You think about what you said.

HOLY—

You sit up. Both your hands slap your mouth. You want to die. It just slipped out of your mouth so naturally like you’ve said it so many times before, you didn’t even realise. It’s definitely not how expected to say it for the first time. It’s not the most romantic way. You’re pretty embarrassed. You don’t text him because what would you say? You hope he just didn’t register it, it was mumbled and he was tired too. You’ll just believe that for now.

In the afternoon, you hear an inevitable knock at your door and you know it can only be beomgyu. You open it, embarrassed, nervous.

“Hey,” you say, scratching the back of your head. “Haha.” You try to appear nonchalant.

Beomgyu wraps an arm around your waist, like he’s been waiting all day to do that, a smile immediately appearing on his face. He pulls you closer to him. “Hi.” Beomgyu says softly, eyes studying your face, fond and still a bit stunned from the events earlier. Then, his lips curl into an evil, knowing smirk, not fooled for a second by your attempt at nonchalance. “Soooo about what you said in the morning~” beomgyu says teasingly, giving you the most cheekiest grin ever, his thumb brushing idle half circles through your shirt.

You splutter, flustered. He’s so annoying. “It was nothing. It just came out.” You blurt, averting your gaze.

Beomgyu quietly scoffs at your words with a hint of offence, narrowing his eyes playfully. “Really? I don’t think you can accidentally just say something like that.”

You raise your chin up, indignant, though your cheeks are heating. “It can. I say it to my friends casually all the time.”

Beomgyu let’s go of you, tilting his head, clearly unconvinced. He stares at you for a moment, silent and thoughtful in a way that seems more serious than the teasing before. He shakes his head with a quiet laugh and he starts to speak up, sincere.

“You know. You’re kind of like…a grace note in my life.”

“Grace notes are brief, though,” you blink, pedantically, crossing your arms. “Like acciaccaturas, appoggiaturas.”

Beomgyu groans. “Oh my god- let me explain first. I was trying to be poetic.”

You snort. “Okay, keep going then, beethoven.”

“Well…Grace notes are ornaments, they embellish a song, they add decoration to it. You know, without it, the phrase is fine. The song was fine before, but with it, the phrase lingers.” You watch him as he talks, he’s slightly abashed by how earnest he’s being. His eyes keep darting back to you to see if you’re still listening, if it’s landing the way he hopes it is. “Like,” beomgyu adds, quieter, sheepish, “they slip in and suddenly the whole thing sounds…better, fuller.” Beomgyu’s ears are red. “Do you…get it?”

You nod silently.

“What I’m trying to say is that I love you too.” Beomgyu smiles so openly.

There’s a lump in your throat, trying to blink away the tears. “Fuck…I love you too.” You laugh weakly.

There’s a huge stupid grin that takes up immediately on beomgyu’s face, massive and uncontained, stepping closer to crush yoy into tight hug, spinning you both slightly in place before setting you back down. Beomgyu cups your face, looking at you with pure adoration in his eyes. His lips land softly on yours, kissing you and kissing you senseless. After what feels like forever but also not long enough at all, beomgyu finally pulls away slightly.

“Honestly as cringey as it sounds, you have sort of been some kind of angel, a saving grace to me. Your streams before I knew you” you admit, suddenly feeling like you needed to confess something meaningful too, “were comforting to me. And as ive got to know you, become good friends with you, streamed with you…you’re just such a beautiful person beomgyu. Inside and out.”

He beams shyly, eyes crinkling into crescents, then leans in to kiss you again like he physically cannot resist it.

“You’re welcome,” he adds smugly when he pulls back.

“For what?”

“For giving you the best boyfriend and business partner ever.”

You roll your eyes but you’re still smiling affectionately at him. “Well, I was the one who suggested working with you on your channel so I think you should say thank you to me.”

“Okay then.” Beomgyu presses his plushy lips with yours for the countless time. “Thank you y/n” his deep eyes are literally sparkling like they do often around you, looking into yours like you just showed him the entire galaxy, giggling, he rests his forehead against yours, brushing his nose with yours.

You adore this gorgeous, angelic boy so much.

STREAM: ENDED.

♫ Now playing Angels Around Me...- Kali Uchis

A/n: omg ☹️😭😭🤧🤧 i can’t believe it’s come to end wtaf. But also wow i can’t believe I ever actually managed to finish this series. At the start I lowkey went into it blind and had no actual plans but it truly did write itself :(<3 omg I really will miss writing for this series. They’re literally my babies and this is literally my favourite beomgyu to write. I’ll miss them sm. this series felt like such a constant in my life like it’s actually watched me grow, and you can see it as the chapters go by too 😭 This was literally one of the first things I actually started writing on here and I got so much love with this series, genuinely so much love it’s crazy and I don’t think I’ll really get that again. Thank you to all the people that patiently waited every chapter and supported this series and sent me their thoughts. I still see people liking and commenting from 2022 ily all sm 😭💕💕☹️☹️🌷🌷 wait omg why did I actually start crying 😭😭 IM EMOTIONAL OKAY :( This series mean sm to me

I hope you like the ending 😭 this was a bitch for me to write and I had no idea how to end it so I’m sorry if you hate it but I tried my best 😭

I still plan to write little tiny bonus chapters for them in the future tbh I’m not ready to let go. 🤧 Anyway, truly thank you so so much for everyone that read this entire series. 💗💗

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