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this is a bad idea. a cramped porta potty that's been used by how many people so far? you don’t want to think about it.

instead, you focus on the water dripping down ohyul's chin. his hair is soaked from the buckets, balloons, and water guns full of water thrown his way. some hits he took intentionally, in his words, to "protect you." 

you don't even pretend, gawking obviously at his once white shirt now translucent from excess water. his abs peek through and you gulp audibly.

ohyul's hands press against your lower back, steadying you in this all-too-tight makeshift outdoor toilet. there's barely any room to move, especially with two people squeezing themselves inside just to catch their breath.

"i dont think this is meant for two people." ohyul whispers and you shiver at his breath against your temple.

"probably not," you agree half-heartedly, now distracted by the water droplets lingering on his lips. a thought flashes through your mind. you could wipe them away with your own but you shut it down as quickly as it comes. "just a few more minutes. you're soaking wet. I don't want you to catch a cold or something." your gaze stays on his lips before lifting to his eyes, searching for any sign that he feels the tension too. 

ohyul looks down at his ruined shirt, his expression softening into something fond. "glad you care about my well-being." he reaches up, his fingers grazing your jawline as he brushes away a stray droplet of water that landed there during the earlier chaos. you lean into his touch, chasing more of him. 

"i always care about you," you admit gently. you find yourself gripping the fabric of his damp shirt, pulling him closer until his chest presses against yours. his soaked shirt seeps through yours from the close contact. 

ohyul lets out a huff. "right. yet you used me as a human shield when those girls were drenching  me with their water guns." 

you want to quip a witty retort but hold back. it’s actually his fault he's tall and broad-shouldered. a human walking shield. half the time ohyul himself walked in front of you, blocking the doses of water with his own body. he can’t try and put the blame on you now. 

ohyul's hands roam down the shorts you're wearing. you're just as soaked as he is. “when we get back to the hotel, you should change.” he's tracing the hem of your shorts, his thumb hooking into the fabric and pulling you just a fraction of an inch closer. 

"you're the one who needs a towel, ohyul." you feel his chest rise and fall as he hums a noncommittal sound of agreement. he doesn't move away. shifts his weight until his hip presses firmly against yours to keep you balanced. his fingers dip inside your shorts, landing right above your center, over your underwear. he feels the way your panties are soaked from the water.

“so wet," ohyul hums lowly.

you shift your legs, hooking one around his calf to anchor yourself. you respond to his touch by tilting your head back. exposing your throat, and letting out a soft, shaking breath.

ohyul’s hand slides further inward, his palm cupping you with a firm pressure that sends a jolt of heat straight to your core. he lets out a low moan and if you weren't already wet, you would've been from the sound alone. the earlier thought of kissing away the water from his lips flash again and this time you act on it. pulling him down by his soaked hair until his lips are on yours. 

he's so verbal, groaning loudly into your mouth and you swallow it happily. his fingers slide under the silk of your underwear to find the heat of you. you gasp against his lips, echoing his own moans. his fingers enter and exit you slowly. each time slower, touching every part of your walls— and making you squirm in delight.

you arch your hips, pressing yourself harder into his hand, your fingertips digging into the muscles of his shoulders.

"off" you say, breaking from his mouth. his lips chasing yours instinctively as you craned your head. your head points towards his shirt. ohyul doesn’t need to be told twice. he pulls back just enough to grab the hem of the white fabric, tugging it  over his head and tossing it somewhere on the ground.  

his hands return to you with a renewed urgency, sliding under your shirt to find the skin of your waist. he doesn't ask you to remove your shirt like you did his own. knowing how susceptible to cold you are. but he does hook his thump into your waistband again. pulling it along with your panties down enough to give him access to the parts of you he desperately wants. 

"someone is gonna catch us," he says. he makes no move to stop. he leans in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as his hands on your waist trembles slightly. from the cold or from the risk of what you’re about to do. you’re not quite sure. 

you tilt your head back, your eyes fluttering shut, completely surrendered to the feeling of him. being this close, his arousal is evident. you can feel the hard, insistent pressure of him against your thigh. you reach down, your palms grips the denim of his jeans. you want him, all of him, and the friction of the fabric is becoming an unbearable barrier. 

"let them." you say, your voice a low rasp that vibrates against his skin. you slide the denim down his hips, pulling his boxers down with it. the heavy fabric clinging to his legs as he kicks them away with a clumsy, desperate laugh. 

he lifts you, your legs wrapping naturally around his waist, locking you together. the shift in height brings your face level to his. he captures your mouth again, the kiss tasting of years longing; yours and his. his hands are everywhere, tracing the curve of your spine, cupping the back of your head.

“wait. i didn’t think to bring.” ohyul pauses. the tip of his ear turning red. “you know i never imagined we’d.”

“fuck” you reply for him, unashamedly candid. you can’t deny the attraction you’ve held for him for years. and yeah fucking your best guy friend in a porta potty isn’t ideal. but you don’t have time for logic. not when his cock tip is leaking white and your entire body craves for him to just enter you. “we’ll think about that later, ohyul. please.”

as he enters you, the plastic walls of the porta-potty groans under your combined weigh. you bury your face in the crook of his neck, muffling a cry as he sinks deeper, his muscles bunching beneath your fingertips. he is shaking, a fine tremor that starts in his arms and radiates through his chest, as if the act of finally having you is more than his body can process.

"you're so tight," he gasps, his voice straining. you don't know how much he's holding himself back from stupidly, desperately ramming into you. the years of "almost" and "maybe next times." that defined your friendship. the nights he's replayed how you'd feel coiled under him. now he's experiencing it and he's not going to three- pumps it away because you feel too damn good.

he appeases his own temptation by biting down on your neck. his teeth lingering, trying to ground himself. you're no help. clawing down his spine wanting more of him. "stop holding yourself back." you manage to mumble out.

he shifts his grip, holding you in place firmly. he lifts your hips a tad higher. from this angle he’s able to sink in deeper. feeling the way your body opens up to him, enveloping him.

"i’ve wanted this," he confesses.. "god, I've wanted you for so long." his head finds your chest. leaning his forehead into your breasts.

you push your center down into him, meeting his thinly controlled pushes. “me too.” you're drunk from the stretch. from the way your body flutters. he's filling you entirely. he bottoms out. until there's no inch of your walls he isn't hitting.

you clench hard. ohyul freezes for a second, his muscles locking up, his head snapping back against the wall. "fuck don't do that." he groans out, voice breaking.

"sorry you just feel so good in me." you purr out, the words barely a breath against his damp skin. you squeeze around him again. that makes his eyes roll back. he grips your thighs with a strength that will undoubtedly leave marks, anchoring you to him as he pushes deeper. 

“how do you think i feel.” ohyul gutters out. his control is thin. he's trying so hard to remain focused and not cum too quick. you can feel the vibration of his low, guttural moans echoing in his chest. he’s entering you, then pulling out until there’s only a tip of his cock. just to push deeper. 

your head lulls to the side when ohyul picks up the pace. his thrusts faster, more desperate. the sound of skin on skin filling up the all too small bathroom. there’s heat between your legs that you enjoy.

he’s lost in it, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that borders on panic. he doesn't want this to end, but he’s reaching the edge of his endurance. "I can't" he starts, his voice cracking, "I can't hold it". 

truth be told, you couldn't either. your own climax approaching. you clench against him once more. the force is hard enough that ohyul grips your ass hard. he buries his face in your neck, his teeth grazing your skin one last time before he lets out a long, shuddering breath and collapses into you, his entire body convulsing as he finally finds his release.

you follow shortly, slumping your head onto his chest. his releases shoots up. drowning you in warm, gooey liquid. you squirm your ass against his cock. and he has to back bite another desperate moan at the sensation.

you’re dazedly rubbing the back of his back. liqid drips down your thighs.