#7ornevernet

“hey y/n. you’re in my spot,” yugyeom says, hovering over you. you continue to sit there, ignoring what he has to say. starting an argument in the middle of the classroom is something you rather not do. “earth to y/n? did you hear me?”

“last time i remembered, the professor didn’t have assigned seating. besides, i’ve been sitting here for the quarter. so find somewhere else to sit,” you retort.

judging the look on his face, it seems that your answer did not please him. “i don’t care if you’ve been sitting here for the quarter. i decided that i wanted to sit here today. so move.”

“no yugyeom, sit where you normally sit. and please leave me alone.”

you felt his gaze on you, even though you weren’t looking at him. causing a scene in front of everyone would be left field of you, but you still wanted to put him in his place. “fine. but you’re not getting off the hook this time,” he mutters. not once did he turn away from you. it felt like he was staring right into your soul. not like you had one in the first place. perhaps yugyeom was just a high school bully who never grew out of that phase in college. but you didn’t want to find out since you didn’t care. if he tried to bully people to get his way, so be it.

after class, you made your way back home since it was the day’s last class. thankfully, you didn’t have a waitressing shift at your other job. you’re always contemplating why you keep that job since being a cam girl made you more money. then you remembered that you needed a backup plan to tell relatives. you wish they weren’t so damn nosy all the time, but alas, you can’t control what other people do. your business is yours, so why care about others. 

once you get home, the first thing you do is take a steamy shower. it’s probably your favorite part of the day. you’re not sitting for long periods in a classroom or dealing with yugyeom’s nasty attitude. you couldn’t wrap your head around why he didn’t like you. it would make sense if you guys were high school rivals, competing with each other on who’s better, but it wasn’t until this year that you met. your first encounter with him was rather nice, in your opinion. you both greeted each other and sat next to each other in history. his body language read as friendly as if he wanted to make more friends. now you realize it was just a facade he put on. hopefully, you weren’t the only one who yugyeom decided to harass. but at the same time, you didn’t care to ask other classmates if he treated them the same way. asking meant you cared and only makes you seem desperate. 

since you didn’t have to go into the restaurant today, you decided to make some extra cash at home through onlyfans. coming out of the hot, steamy shower meant for great content. you snap a few photos without your face, of course, and post them on the site. because of your number of subscribers, you silence your phone for the time being. you enter the kitchen to whip yourself some food before getting ready to go live for the night. giving yourself time to eat, you announce that you’d go live in about thirty minutes. today you felt like wearing an ombre gray wig and did your makeup to match your hair. feeling like you would still be recognized by the public, you pop in some grayish-blue contacts, completing the look. 

the thirty minutes were up. you eat whatever was left on your plate then put it in the sink. everything was nice and tidy in your room, with no last-minute changes. you turn on your laptop and camera, getting ready to go live. the notifications on your phone signified many people were waiting. after some time, you were finally able to start your live. 

“hey everyone, i hope i didn’t keep you guys waiting for too long,” you wink at the camera. there’s an influx of people joining, hoping to get some free content and nudity. “you all know the drill. there’s a twist today! fifty dollars for thirty minutes today! only for today, and it’s limited. i wish you all good luck.” the chat starts going wild. your direct messages are exploding in hopes they get a chance for a private room with you. you ignore the ones who threaten to harass you. one of the messages catches you off-guard. kyum? you thought to yourself. it was a familiar username, perhaps someone from your school.

kyum: i’ve never done this before, and i’m a new subscriber of yours. could you explain how this private live room works?

you giggle at yourself before saying, “for those who don’t know how the live feature works, you will get a private room with me for thirty minutes. i’d prefer to know who i’m doing business with, so i’ll also ask you to turn on your webcam and microphone. it wouldn’t be fun if only one of us had a show.”

kyum: thank you for your explanation and for not singling me out. can i do one-hundred for an hour, maybe? or is that too selfish?

you: awe, you’re so sweet. i’ll make an exception for you. an hour for a hundred :)

just click on this link and i’ll be waiting for you. 

you end the live and get settled into your private room. their username is similar, but you can’t pinpoint where or why you know it. trying to find out where the username comes from is giving you a headache. kyum finally joined the live, but nothing was turned on yet. 

“hey there, kyum! you said this was your first time? there’s no need to be shy. everything that happens in this room is only between you and i. you don’t even have to share your name with me unless you prefer to be called something,” you reassure.

they unmuted their microphone, “sorry about that, i’ve never done this before.” that voice. one you’re too familiar with. “you can call me kyum.” 

there’s no way, you thought to yourself. that voice belongs to the person you loathe most. kim yugyeom. you start to freak out a little bit in your head. what if he recognizes you? what if he starts a rumor at the school and you get expelled? judging the expression on his face, you can really tell that he’s nervous. he’s genuinely not trying to figure out your identity or anything. a flood of reassures flows throughout your body, this is your job. you can’t be freaked out by one person. there’s been plenty of times when other students have subscribed to your stuff. 

seeing yugyeom so nervous gave you reassurance, but it also turned you on a little. “so kyum, what brings you in today? a whole hour with me? is there anything you have in mind?”

“some of my friends actually referred you to me,” he sighs. “i don’t really get the point to these kinds of things, but i’m always down to try anything new.” 

“okay. from what i’ve seen, here are some popular options. many people like being submissive and degraded. some like the opposite and like being dominant and in control. and some just like watching me play with myself. i’m open to all kinds of ideas, as long as it doesn’t break the law.”

he chuckles to himself, “i suppose i can try being dominant. does this include name calling?” as much as he is a bully to you at school, you can’t deny how sexy he is right now. 

“yes, i can call you whatever you would like me to. you can degrade me to your heart’s content. you can also decide on what toys i use throughout the session.”

yugyeom takes off his shirt, revealing his muscular self. impressed would be an understatement. this man has a gorgeous body. you can’t help but stare at the screen. “instead of kyum, i want you to refer to me as daddy. and i guess i’ll try degrading you, although it’s way out of my comfort zone.” you want to call him out on his bullshit, but you refrain. 

“yes daddy,” you say in a playful tone. you could tell that he’s caught off guard by the instant obedience. a bulge started forming in his gray shorts. he sat with his arms crossed as you began grabbing toys to pleasure yourself with. you feel his eyes piercing through you. this time, it wasn’t a demeaning gaze. it’s full of lust. he sits there and imagines what he could do with you if you were with him. his own imagination allows his boner to grow. he has a nice view of your ass while you look through your collection of toys. the hundred he paid is definitely worth it. 

you take out a pink vibrator and press it on your clit. to spur him on even further; you bite your lip and moan loud enough so he can hear. yugyeom reaches down his shorts and starts slowly jerking himself off. you couldn’t believe the man who hates you most is now masturbating to you. “do you like showing yourself off like this?” yugyeom grunts. “do you get a kick out of me watching you?” 

your entire face turns red. people ask this all the time, but the question coming out of yugyeom’s breathy moans makes you feel nervous. “i like it when you watch me, daddy,” you barely make out. you grab a dildo next to you and start teasing your own entrance. “do you like watching me? do i make you want more of me?”

yugyeom lets out a husky fuck. it’s been a while since you’ve gotten turned on by a customer. and it’s yugyeom nonetheless. despite how terrible he’s treated you in the past, you couldn’t help but want more of him. even if he’s moaning to you through a screen. 

“ah, playing yourself turns me on so much, baby,” yugyeom says in a disheveled voice. his voice is pleasing to your ears. you notice that he’s picked up his pace quite since you’ve begun. closing your eyes, you could only imagine yugyeom and his fantastic physique. how he could easily dominate you and how great it would feel. you let out a rather loud moan before snapping out of your fantasy. “it seems like someone is enjoying themselves as much as i am,” he smirks.

“can i tell you a secret?” you huff out. 

“go for it.”

“you’re probably the only person who’s made me feel this way in a while, kyum.” by the expression on his face, you could tell that he was not expecting that. his paces slowed for a bit before getting riled up again. your words made him feel better about himself and turned him on even more. 

yugyeom takes off his shorts and underwear, exposing him to you entirely. his cock’s throbbing, leaking of pre-cum. you decide to turn over to where you’re now in the doggy position. you can’t see what’s happening, but his moans were all you needed. a string of curse words leave his mouth before saying, “can i cum to you?” 

you bite your bottom lip, holding in a whimper. audio isn’t something you were typically aroused by. men asking for these private showings often acted as if they were compensating for the lack of some things. yugyeom’s hoarse voice is different. you kind of wish that he would degrade you a bit. ooh’s and ahh’s could be heard from the both of you, almost as if he’s right there fucking you. trying to desperately reach your high with him, you up the sensitivity of your vibrator a few more notches. just by listening to him, you could tell that yugyeom’s becoming more restless. yet he won’t cum unless you say so. 

“cum for me daddy,” you squeal. yugyeom’s breathing becomes irregular. you flip over to on your back so you can see him release. his face flushed with sweat dripping down. the experience is more enjoyable than you could have ever imagined. with a few more pumps, he cums all over himself. that’s all you need to reach your own peak. he mutters more curse words to himself before you release. heavy breathing is the only thing you can hear from the both of you. 

he looks down at himself, realizing the massive mess he’s made. “i suppose that calls for a shower,” he chuckles. you couldn’t help but giggle with him. “thank you for tonight, i haven’t enjoyed myself in awhile.”

“no problem, kyum; hopefully, you’ll turn up for more sessions?” you ask, hoping he’d say yes. 

“you want me to spend more of my money?” he jokes. your face turns bright red. “i’m only teasing you. i guess this could be my guilty pleasure. an internet secret, perhaps.”

“an internet secret, huh? okay, i can get by that.”

“my name is yugyeom, by the way. you don’t have to say kyum anymore.”

“yugyeom? it was a pleasure doing business with you,” you smile. he returns it. he accidentally touches himself, remembering how sticky he is. “i guess we both have to shower now.”

“the shower is a must. thank you again, i’ll be going now,” he waves. 

upon arriving to jaebeom’s studio, you could hear the relaxing r&b music he put on for inspiration. you see him in front of his computer, desperately trying to find more inspiration. you walk up behind him, lightly tapping on his shoulder before he turns around.

“hello baby, i’ve missed you so much,’ he whispers while he wraps his arms around your waist.

you giggle, “i’ve missed you too beom. how is work coming along?” 

“honestly, not too well. i’ve scraped so many songs tonight and i need something to showcase for next week,” he frowns. you run your fingers through his hair as he rests his head on your stomach.

jaebeom is a creative writer, his fans and you can all agree. it’s troubling to see him have writer’s block, but at the same time, you don’t know to exactly help him. “why don’t you call it a day babe? let’s go home and get some rest,” you suggest.

he shakes his head, not liking that idea. “baby please, i just need some inspiration.”

“well how exactly can i help jae?”

he stands up from his chair and goes to the mini fridge in his room. two familiar green bottles come out from the fridge. jaebeom makes his way towards you, handing you a bottle of soju.

“drinking? we still both have to drive home jae,” you say with a little worry.

all he does is shake his head and gives a tiny laugh, “don’t worry. we’re only having one bottle. gets the creative juices flowing.”

maybe he has a point, you thought to yourself. the both of you started brainstorming ideas, but nothing pleased jaebeom. he’s tried everything. looking through photos, listening to his favorite artist, but not one thing stuck in his mind.

just then, you had a brilliant idea. since he was sitting in front of his desktop, you sat on his lap before he could rebut. you open his soundcloud and start playing some of his music. jae’s face only had a look of confusion.

“why’d you put on my songs?” he asks.

“well i thought you could be potentially inspired by yourself. your soundcloud has pretty great songs, so maybe they could help you out?” to be honest, you had no idea where he was going with this.

eventually deeper came on. deeper was one of his prized masterpieces. he began writing down ideas feverishly. you were beyond confused, but you were glad you could help out.

“okay baby, you’re going to have to help me out with this one, alright?” you nod in agreeance and he takes charge. it’s not long before he begins recording. you glance at the notepad he was writing in and notice how horny he became while writing this. there’s so much dirty language in here, you’re not even sure if this could be released. 

time was ticking and all you wanted to do is go back home in your comfortable bed. the clock reads 11:49pm, almost midnight, but jaebeom is all energetic. you were starting to wonder what could you possibly be doing to help him. 

“are you ready to help me?” he asks. you nod your head and walk over to him. “you don’t mind me recording you, right?”

am i going to sing? i have never sung professionally in my life and he wants me to sing? your innocent mind thought. but jaebeom had bigger and much dirtier plans. he starts recording. the look on your face was full of confusion and you wanted to question him. with jaebeom being your boyfriend for so long, he reads your expression.

“relax baby, you’re not going to sing. well, not in that way at least,” he smirks. before you could say anything more, his lips meet yours. moving passionately and not rushing into things.

you couldn’t help but melt in his hands. jaebeom couldn’t be gone for that long, but you miss the way he holds you. his lips are unbelievably soft, making you want more of him. his tongue slips into your mouth with ease, dancing around yours. 

the both of you make your way to his couch, becoming more heated as time passes. slowly, clothes start coming off and small moans come out of your mouth. his lips latch onto your sensitive skin and makes his rounds to your sweet spots. he gropes your breast gently, messaging them as he continues to make marks.

“don’t be afraid to make some noise baby. remember i’m recording? i want to hear all of you.” you bite your lip at the sound of that. when reading his songbook, you thought that it was finished with just all the dirty lyrics. 

you start moving your hips in order to create some friction between you and him. jaebeom bites down at your collarbone from your sudden action, leaving you to yelp. you could feel him smirking against your skin. the microphone across the room is picking up all your moans. 

jaebeom lifts you off his lap and back on the couch. you can tell he’s becoming impatient from the way he’s taking off your pants. there’s an evident wet spot on your panties. his fingers start teasing you through the thin cloth. whimpers leave your lips, wanting more of him.

“you’re so wet for me y/n. such a dirty girl for me,” he whispers. you start moving against his fingers. jaebeom licks his lips, “do you want me to eat you out?’

you nod in agreeance, but he doesn’t like that. “use your words baby, do you want my tongue lapping your sweet juices?”you couldn’t believe the things coming out of his mouth. a smirk is plastered on his face.

“yes jaebeom, please eat me out,” you whine. jaebeom loves it when he makes you beg. 

he goes down on you hungerly, wasting no more time. if the microphone didn’t pick up your moans, they definitely were picked up by the microphone now. the way he moves his tongue makes it feel like you’re in heaven. he enters a finger inside you while he harshly sucks on your clit. you couldn’t make a coherent sentence if you tried.

another finger enters you and his speed becomes even faster. he lifts his head up to see your face. jaebeom loves seeing your face contort because of his actions.

“you love my fingers so much. do you want to cum on my face baby? i know you do,” he lightly chuckles.

you couldn’t speak. the amount of pleasure he’s giving you is overwhelming. but jaebeom isn’t satisfied with that. he begins to slow down his rhythm.

“did you hear me y/n? your pussy is becoming tighter by the second. it would be ashame if you didn’t get to come.” an evil grin is on his face. he knows that would have to answer now. 

“yes! please jaebeom, i want to cum on your face!” you squeal. his pace returns to what it was originally. he leaves sloppy kisses on your clit in hopes to spur you on. your fingers run through his hands, tugging at the roots of his head. 

“jaebeom i’m…”

“cum on my face baby.” 

his voice was all that you needed to hear. you clamp down on his fingers, breathing heavily. he withdraws his fingers from inside you and instead replaces them with his mouth. his tongue darts in and out of you before he gives a few more licks.

“you taste so good y/n. i could stay here all day, just eating you out. i’m sure you would like that.”

“yes jae.”

“such a good girl for me.”

he starts taking off his own pants and underwear. the tip red and leaking for need. all you wanted to do is put your mouth on him, but he refused.

“i need you so badly baby,” he says in a low tone. he lifts your hips to be aligned with his, moving his tip to tease your entrance. 

“jaebeom! please, stop teasing.”

“how much do you want my cock baby? how badly do you want my cock inside you?” his mouth is dirty. 

“so badly jae, i need you.”

that was all he needed to hear. once he was inside of you, there was no stopping him. he loves seeing his cock disappearing inside of you. his movements are slow, thrusting with full force, then slowly coming back out barely having the tip inside you. it’s mesmerizing to him.

“have i ever told you how much i love the sight of you being underneath me? you’re so needy for me,” his hands run across your skin. hips to waist to breast. there’s no doubt that you love being underneath him as well. you love the way he manages to find your most pleasurable spot everytime. 

jaebeom manages to spread your legs even further. your pink folds tempt him even further. he spits on your clit and starts rubbing vigorously. you scream his name, not caring if anyone could hear. low grunts and moans are coming from him.

seeing your reaction only further spurs him on. “fuck y/n, you love this so much, don’t you?”

“yes jae, your cock feels so good,” you whisper yell. you could tell that your words turn him on as much as his words turn you on. his dick twitches, signifying he’s close.

he pounds into you like there’s no tomorrow, maintaining a fast speed. jaebeom once again finds your sweet spot, making you yelp in pleasure and pain. you grab onto his wrists, trying to keep yourself from squirming so much. 

“jaebeom, i’m so close! if you keep this up, i’m going to-”

he interrupts, “such a naughty girl. cumming two times in the span of an hour? well go on. i want your tight pussy clamping on my cock.”

a few more thrusts and he sent you over edge. a loud grunt escaped his mouth from your orgasm, but he didn’t slow down. he still needed to reach his high. he buries himself in your neck, giving you a few sloppy kisses before releasing inside of you. panting could be heard from the both of you. 

jaebeom caught his breath and pulled out of you. “i’ve made a huge mess this time. sorry baby.”

you just lay there, still trying to catch your breath. jae walks over to his computer and turns off the recording. 

“are you actually going to use that in your song?” you ask. 

jaebeom laughs loudly, “well of course baby! i’ll let the whole world know what bomb sex i’m having.”

you just roll your eyes and shake your head at him.

I knew from the very beginning that falling in love with an angel was going to be a big mistake. The universe would never allow it. Youngjae and I both knew that much, and although we never truly pursued anything, we were punished nevertheless. 

And the world had to perish with us. 

The balance had been tipped. Love between angels and demons was forbidden, impossible even, and an ordinary friendship was just as beyond imaginable. How I found some sort of affection for him, even I am not sure of. But it had happened anyway, and now everything–time, space, life, and natural order–is falling apart. God had made a mistake, and he is starting again.

Screams echoed within the streets and as a demon, I could feel the fear and agony of the people outside running to the ones they love to feel any sort of comfort in the dying world. I almost take it in. The pain of others is the source of my strength, but what will it do when the tip of an angel’s sword is tearing at my skin? Even when the world is fading, I could not bear to hurt the one thing I love, even when his affection for me had fallen through the burning cracks of the ground. 

Everything was coming to an end and it was our fault. 

He spoke weakly, “I’m not the only one at fault. You tempted me. All of this,” he gestured to the space between our bodies. “was because of you, [Y/N].” 

“Or was it the other way around? Demons can’t love, Youngjae. You made the mistake of showing me how to,” I said. 

For a moment, I saw his eyes soften. Never have I told him how I truly felt. Admitting it was a sin even for a demon. But what did it matter now? For once in my life, I wished I was just a pesky human. They had boring lives. They lived and they died. But the moments they shared with their kind, even with their terribly short life spans, had been more eventful than all millennia I had experienced. Because they loved. And I could never. 

“Do you ever wonder how many times God recreated the universe?” I asked, blood dripping from my lips. Youngjae only stared at me. “We’ll never know. But imagine if it was because of an angel and demon falling in love again and again beyond his power. Imagine if it were us. Wouldn’t you want to destroy the world again?”