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You’d recently joined your university’s severely underfunded manga club under the guise of picking up a new hobby. And whilst it was partially to pick up a new hobby, there was another underlying reason you probably wouldn’t tell anyone else about; You were grieving.

‘Rotten Peonies.’

The greatest piece of erotic femdom manhwa to ever grace the digital shelves, in your personal opinion. It was your favourite manhwa of all time and it was everything you could possibly ever want in a piece of media, as if it were a rare fruit hand picked specially just for you, that it was pretty uncanny how much it suited just to your own taste buds.

You waited eagerly every week to read the latest chapter and it was what kept you going when uni life and just every other aspect of life got too hectic, too stressful, too…much. It was your escape and you were so attached to all the characters by now, but mostly the male lead, Choi Taekbae. From his pretty character design with the shaggy wolfcut, brown doe eyes and rosy cheeks, to his funny, playful, golden retriever-esque personality, and the way he orbited around the female lead like a lovesick puppy, he was completely your type to the T. And the way he acted around and treated the female lead, submitting to them, letting them do whatever they wanted to him, never ceased to make you giggle and sigh out at your screen.

Taekbae was completely unlike how real men were and the manhwa was made totally catered towards the eyes of women: gorgeous art style and fashion, well thought out characters, real chemistry, and just the good amount of filthy. It understood what women actually wanted to see. Unlike all that other grotesque, borderline pedophilic slop men wrote. With the highly unrealistic female characters reduced to boobs ridiculously the size of hot air balloons, yet they always had a stick thin figure somehow, body proportions way off to be real. And of course, they always had to make them act child-like too, always in need of saving by their way too muscular toxic, alpha man. That’s why you liked ‘Rotten Peonies’ and taekbae so much, it was refreshing.

Real men will always end up disappointing you one day. You lived by that, you’d seen it happen many a times, had it happen to yourself a few times too. They’ll let you down, they’re all the same, some just take longer to show their true colours. It’s only a matter of when it will happen, not if.

You did not know who the writer was, appearing under a pen name ‘CBG’, but you’re so certain it’s a woman because there was no way in hell a man would ever have the capabilities to write such a masterpiece. A very cool, very feminist, very cultured, intellectual woman with impeccable taste. You admired her art and looked up to her so much.

But it wasn’t just how deliciously drawn the panels of Choi Taekbae were when he was getting fucked with pretty, teary eyes—which you meticulously saved to your camera roll—that you were drawn to by now, the plot was captivating and you were also incredibly emotionally invested and attached to the storyline as well. Surprisingly, the story was quite sweet and butterflies-in-your-stomach inducing, making you also read it for the cute, romantic moments between the main characters, while cursing the universe for not handing you your own Taekbae.

Which is why your stomach had completely dropped, utterly devastated after you had eagerly anticipated the latest chapter like you usually do, giggling into your pillow and kicking your feet at taekbae until the very end, then biting your nails at the very tense cliffhanger. It’s alright, you just have to wait one week, you’d told yourself. You’d absentmindedly scrolled down to read the author’s note, and thats when you saw the two words that shattered your entire world:

On hiatus !

‘Sorry I’m just not having much inspiration at the moment to continue anymore!’

No, no, no. This can’t be. What were you supposed to look forward to anymore?! Some series’ remain on hiatus for so long and never end up coming back. What if CBG never writes for it ever again? What if you never find out what happens next, what became of Taekbae and the female lead? What were you supposed to do without seeing new panels of taekbae anymore? Were you supposed to just keep on living? Without closure?

So, maybe you are being a little bit too dramatic, but it doesn’t matter, your beloved manhwa!

You were beyond distraught, completely devastated, which led you to joining your uni’s manga club in the mean time to cope. At least it would have you looking forward to something else every week. You also just wanted to learn about the actual process of making comics, since you always found it intriguing how your favourite author could even possibly make such art, could evoke so much emotions from you with a single panel. And who knows, maybe you could even create your own little stories and characters, your own world to escape to sometimes.

Being at the manga club had made you completely empathetic towards your favourite author. You could perfectly understand why they might have went on a hiatus now, it was hard work and there was a lot that actually went into it. And, despite there being not many members, it was very insightful. You were starting to enjoy it a lot, picking up a new hobby instead was actually really fun. Or, it would have been.

“So do we get free snacks, or was that false advertising or something?”

Choi Beomgyu.

“They’re not technically free.” Kai, your club president, had explained politely, still giving him a friendly smile. “Everyone takes turns each week to bring in snacks or bake them for all the members to eat.”

“Cool.” He’d leaned in, ripping open a packet of crisps with ill manners, not bothering to listen for the rest of the meeting.

That was your first impression of him, and you can’t say you’ve seen him in a better light, in fact, it only consolidated your thoughts about him. He’d joined around the same time as you and he was pretty insufferable. He was lazy, never took the lessons seriously like how you did, irritatingly, inexplicably handsome—not that it matters—and he made the most annoying, eye rolling commentary and jokes ever during the sessions.

While the rest of you actually tried to analyse storyboarding techniques, effects, and how to create and draw backgrounds, beomgyu spent most of the club meetings sprawled across the folded chairs, legs spread wide and munching on snacks obnoxiously loud, saying stupid things for attention like, “Do you reckon Shonen writers have a kink for dead parents or…? Like, why do they always have to add that?” You’d watched, eye twitching as his crumbs scattered over the stack of carefully arranged Shonen volumes on the table. Why he was here, at your nerdy little club, you didn’t know.

Actually, you were absolutely sure he was only here for the free snacks, which it wasn’t like that was just a mere speculation anyway, the dead giveaway being that he’d eat and shamelessly pocket away half the snacks on the table.

He was exactly the type of man you hated in this world, that made you pray, hopefully, somewhere out there in this world, there could be a choi taekbae.

Kai cheerfully clapped his hands today, earning everyone’s attention. “Alright, everyone! We’re going to pair up and try to create a short one-shot manga based on the shoujo genre. Doesn’t need to be perfect, it’s just for fun and to show to everyone else next week!”

You sat straighter in your chair, excited at the sound of the project. It was totally up your alley, maybe you’d even make something inspired by Rotten Peonies, something worthy of CBG herself.

But, with you and beomgyu being the newbies, of course, everyone had made their own tight knit group of friends by now, already pairing up with their best mates, which unfortunately left just you and choi beomgyu on your own. You look around the room desperately crazed, frantically hoping there was someone else left on their own, but to no avail, there was no one else you could work with.

And so, you were forced to partner up with him. This was going to be utter hell.

“Guess we’re partners.” Beomgyu smirks, folding his arms and leaning back in his chair. “Don’t worry. I’m a creative genius. You’re in good hands.”

You scoff incredulously at him. “Yeah, right.”

That’s how you ended up at beomgyu’s dorm, sitting cross legged on his bed, a notebook between you as you both tried to brainstorm ideas together.

“Do you even know what you’re doing?” You ask, narrowing your eyes as beomgyu tapped his pen on the paper repeatedly with creased brows in exaggerated concentration.

“Yes,” Beomgyu says confidently. “Actually, I’m pretty experienced.” He looks up at you with infuriatingly self assured eyes, twirling the pen around his fingers, doing, admittedly, pretty impressive pen tricks. “It’s my passion.”

You don’t believe that, leaning back and crossing your arms at him. “Well, do you even know what shoujo is?”

“Yeah, Shoujo is catered towards girls-” He says, looking pleased with himself but then breaks off, frowning as if struck by a revelation, tossing the pen onto the bed and suddenly getting up. “Wait a sec.” Before you could ask what he’s doing, he hops off the mattress and disappears for a bit into the kitchen without another word. A few minutes later, he returns triumphantly with a pack of gummy sweets, chewing on them.

You raise a brow at him.

“What? I love gummies.” Beomgyu tilts his head, muffled with his mouth disgustingly full with them, cheeks all round and puffed.

“At this age?”

He shakes his head at you, tutting. “Wowww. You’re ageist. I’m going to twitter and I’m gonna cancel you.”

“They’re way too sweet for anyone who’s not nine.” You roll your eyes and retort.

He makes a deeply offended look your way and plops himself back down onto the bed, stuffing four more of the sweets into his mouth all at once, not even bothering to ask you if you’d like them too, or asking if you’d like to eat or drink anything for that matter. Some host he is.

“Right. Ideas?” You sigh, waiting for him to diligently chew the sweets he’d gobbled up at once before he can speak again, his mouth still full and frankly, looking like he was struggling.

Finally, beomgyu swallows with a cartoonish gulp and then brightens up instantly. “We should make a parody of shoujo tropes. It’s usually romance, set in high school, there’s holding umbrellas out for the heroine, someone gets sick and the other nurses them back, school trip to the beach, someone confessing during firework festivals, an annoying ex comes back from the dead, they’re locked in a storage room, there’s only one bed, blah, blah, you know all that stuff.”

He’s strangely pretty informed on this. You nod in approval, a parody could be a good idea. You’re a pretty competitive person, and whilst it’s not even being judged, you still have this need to be the best out of everyone else and to impress your club president. “Uh huh. Okay. We need character ideas.”

“Well, there has to be a hot guy. Girls love that.” Beomgyu draws a large, lopsided stick figure on the paper, labelling it ‘HOT GUY.’ He grins stupidly and shoves the notebook proudly towards you. “This is our male lead. This is Hot Guy.”

You stare at it, unimpressed. “I don’t think we can hand that in. I’m gonna be honest.”

Beomgyu rolls his eyes, “Obviously not. We just need to figure out who he is first.”

“A cliche bad boy?” You suggest.

Beomgyu dramatically scribbles ‘BAD BOY’ drawing out an arrow from the stick man.

You pinch your nose bridge. You don’t think you’ll get a lot done today. “Let’s give him a name then.”

“Timmy.”

“WE’RE NOT CALLING HOT GUY THAT.”

“What? Timmy is iconic. I’d swoon over him.” Beomgyu theatrically places a hand over his chest in mock sincerity.

Shaking your head, you grab the notebook and pen out of his grasp, ignoring the accidental brush of his warm, soft fingers against yours- Clearing your throat, you cross out Timmy and write Seojun instead.

“I still think it’s a good name. Timmy…” Beomgyu mutters mournfully.

You ignore him. “Okay we need to give Hot Guy Seojun a personality.”

Beomgyu pouts but perks back up and contemplates, tapping his chin and looking up to the ceiling in deep thought. “Maybe…everyone thinks he’s this bad boy but he’s actually not at all, what if he’s actually a scaredy cat? Shy? If it’s a parody, what if we reverse the stereotypical gender roles? Make the female protagonist the bolder one?

“Ooh. That’s kinda good.” You nod, eyes lighting up, slightly impressed that he could even form any ideas. “Write that down.”

The both of you get excited now, beomgyu clearly very happy that you liked his suggestion, smiling back at you with little crescent moon eyes. You draw out arrows, bouncing ideas back and forth, adding traits to your male protagonist, what he likes and dislikes, what he could look like, what he could wear. Once you were done, it was time to properly sketch Hot Guy Seojun out.

“I’ll do it,” Beomgyu volunteers, snatching the pen before you could argue. You watch him fully skeptical, ready to mock whatever doodle he comes up with, expecting another one of his lopsided stick figures. But once he’s done and pushes the notebook pridefully your way to see, you’re taken by complete surprise.

Because it was good, like, really good.

A very handsome man with messy hair, fox like eyes and a sharp jawline stares up at you from the page, a drawing exactly like how you’d expect a male lead in a comic to look like. His art style was surprisingly so pretty, it almost reminded you of CBG’s, but it’s probably a common style. Clean, expressive, precise. His line work and perfect inking had this polished look to it that you’d only ever seen in actual professional manhwas and mangas.

“…You can draw?!” You blurt out, astounded.

Beomgyu tilts his head innocently, feigning offence. “Of course I can. I said I was experienced. This is my passion.”

“Why did you join the manga club?” You query, still in awe at his drawing skills.

Beomgyu shrugs, spinning the pen in his hand. “I like making comics in my spare time but I’ve been struggling with it lately. Thought if I joined I could learn more and get my motivation back maybe. What about you?” Beomgyu asks curiously, “Why’d you join?”

“My favourite manhwa series went on hiatus.” You confess. “I didn’t have anything else fun to do anymore so I joined the club because I wanted to learn about the process and maybe make my own.” But you couldn’t refrain yourself, once you started talking about it, you couldn’t stop, couldn’t help but go on a long, impassioned rant. “—She left us on such a big cliffhanger! And the main guy, Taekbae, oh my god, he’s my favourite character ever, he’s literally perfect and so cute and funny and my type and-”

Suddenly beomgyu pauses mid pen spin, eyes slowly going wide. You were too busy, gesticulating animatedly to notice though. “You’re a big fan, huh?” Beomgyu asks carefully, slowly.

“I’m her biggest fan,” you declare. “I was so heartbroken when I saw the hiatus note.”

“Huh.” A grin slowly spreads across his face, “Yeah… i’ll get to it eventually.”

You blink at him. “Huh?” What was this dude even going on about?

He leans forward, looking insufferably smug. “You’re talking about Rotten Peonies. I’m CBG.”

You stare at him. He stares back. Then you snort, incredulous. “Yeah, right.”

“I’m serious!” Beomgyu says, still grinning. “CBG. Choi. Beom. Gyu. That’s me. I drew it, idiot.”

“No. No, you didn’t.” This was a very weird joke of his. But then again, you’ve never quite understood his type of humour. Although, you don’t know how he knew you were talking about Rotten Peonies, though saying taekbae’s name might have given it away. Still, why would he even know that?

“Yes I did.”

“You didn’t.”

“Did.”

“No.”

“I literally did!”

“Prove it!”

Exasperatedly, beomgyu flips to a blank sheet and in a minute, sketches out an exact perfect replica of a Rotten Peonies panel of taekbae and the heroine. “Believe me now?”

You gape. “Okay…that’s…scarily accurate. But this still doesn’t actually prove anything. You just copied it out.”

Beomgyu sighs, getting up to rifle through a folder on his desk. Out came piles of drafts, storyboards, covers. He even pulls up his publishing account on his laptop, in which you can clearly see he was the author.

Your jaw hit the floor. “Holy shit—” You just blink at him, utterly dumbfounded, brain short circuiting.

He was CBG.

How was that possible?

CBG was a girl! Okay, it was never actually stated, but how can a man write so much emotional depth, actual good erotica? And most of all, Choi Beomgyu, the guy who manspreads and leaves crumbs all on the shonen mangas, who makes the dumbest commentary?!

Then, you grab his shirt in both fists, eyes wild, shaking him hysterically, “YOU MUST WRITE THE NEXT PART! I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS AFTER THEIR ARGUMENT ABOUT BEING MORE THAN FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS AND THE WHOLE SHIT WITH BAEKHYUNG!”

“Wha-hey! Okay, okay.” Beomgyu flails and yelps, slightly freaked out by you. “You’re…very intense.”

“I’ve been going insane.” You snap, still clutching onto his shirt, just accepting the maddening information you found out, there were more pressing matters here, your beloved manhwa was on the line.

Beomgyu sheepishly sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Honestly, I’ve been struggling with the sex scenes. They feel… I dunno. Unrealistic? Like I’m not doing it right.”

You knit your brows, you’ve never thought that. Everything was perfect. “Why do you think that?”

“Because I don’t…” Beomgyu hesitates, cheeks blooming pink. “I…I don’t…”

“Don’t what?” You press him.

Beomgyu sighs again. “I don’t actually know what it’s like..” he winces, ears also going a very vivid, bright shade of red.

Your eyes go wide. “No way. You mean, you’re a virgin?”

“Shut up.” Beomgyu mumbles, completely embarrassed and averting your gaze.

You laugh so hard your sides hurt. “You’ve been drawing porn this whole time, and you’ve never even had sex?”

Beomgyu groans, burying his face in his hands which only makes you giggle even more at him. It’s quite cute.

And that’s when it hits you.

The wolfcut. The shy, embarrassed flush. The way his puppy eyes dart away like he’d die of shame. You gasp. “OH MY GOD. Taekbae’s literally just a self-insert because you can’t get laid! You mean I’ve been thirsting over your self-insert this whole time?!

Beomgyu’s head shoots up, furrowing his brows in denial. “What-NO! Self insert?? No, he’s nothing like me.”

“You literally gave him your hair!”

“That’s a coincidence!”

You arch a brow, unimpressed, giving him a stern, deadpan look as if to say ‘come on, it’s so obvious.’

He deflates under your gaze. “Well, okay, maybe a little-”

You cross your arms and huff, but you’re heavily amused right now, narrowing your eyes as you stare at him cryptically, slowly grinning. You just thought of an absolutely brilliant idea. “So…what you’re saying is that you’d write again, get inspiration, if…someone actually fucked you?”

Beomgyu opens his mouth then closes it, utterly speechless.

“Fine. I’ll do it.” You shrug.

“You’ll—what?!”

“I’ll pop your cherry. You better write that next part.”

You could tell he was nervous, practically hyperventilating, chewing on his bottom lip raw.

“Relax, beomgyu.”

“I am!”

“No…you’re not. I know I’m hot and all, but breathe.”

You sat behind him, your chest pressed against his back, your legs spread as he sat in between them, your breath tickling the side of his neck and making goosebumps arise on his skin and his whole body, visibly shuddering. Beomgyu squeezes his eyes tightly shut.

You sigh, placing your hand onto his thigh thinking it’d calm him but it only makes him jolt violently. You try again, voice softer, rubbing slow circles on his skin. “If it’s too much you’ll tell me, okay?”

Beomgyu’s throat bobs, his sharp adam’s apple moving up and down as he nods, a little more relaxed, but still only a little. “Mmh.”

You bring your hand to hold his bare cock, thumb pressed on his slit, very lightly, only slightly, swirling your thumb around on his fat, pink, leaky tip. The effect is immediate, beomgyu sucks in a shaky breath, gazing down at what you’re doing to him, so flustered at the sight. You try to calm him down some more, trying to loosen him up as he sat so stiffly, so on edge, only keeping those light, slow ministrations for him to be able to get used to it. Your other hand combs gently through his soft hair, massaging his scalp as he leans into your touch.

“M-more…” beomgyu speaks up after a while, faint but needy, feeling a lot more comfortable now.

You stilled. “You sure?”

He nods so quickly you almost laugh, and so you slowly start sliding your hand up and down, smearing the slickness on his length. Beomgyu’s thighs tremble, a little closed whimper escaping from his mouth. Your free hand grabs onto his thigh again, digging your nails into the pretty plushness, partly to stop them from shaking, but also because you heavily enjoyed his reactions when you touched his thigh.

“Jesus, are your thighs that sensitive?”

Beomgyu attempts to shake his head, but you can see the way his eyes already glaze over just from your slow movements on his dick and your hand gripping his thigh, “N-no-!” You rake your sharp nails down them, dragging and leaving a little trail of faint, reddened lines onto the skin that was once unblemished. A squeaky, startled noise leaves beomgyu’s mouth at that, bucking into your hand, hips jerking. You want to leave his thighs filled with all sorts of marks and scratches and bites and kisses, they’d look prettier like that.

You hold onto his thigh harder, squeezing the flesh, bringing your pace on his dick a little faster and your hand wrapping a little tighter around his girth. Beomgyu clasps a hand to his mouth, eyes squeezed shut in overwhelming pleasure and trying to quiet down the loud moan he just let out.

“Why are you slapping your hand to your mouth? We’re at your dorm?”

“O-oh right…” Beomgyu removes his hand from his mouth, placing his hand down and balling it into a tiny little fist on his lap instead, still trying to fruitlessly suppress all the noises he’s making, incredibly shy and bashful and you can’t help but giggle at him. The next noise that spills out of him is a strangled whimper, caught halfway between embarrassment and overwhelming pleasure.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s just you and me here. No one else can hear.” You coo at him, bringing your hand to play with the soft locks of his hair once more, “I want to hear your pretty moans. Don’t hide them.” You ghost your lips over his neck, gently placing kisses on the delicate column of his neck, but of course, his neck is sensitive too.

You lick a slow stripe up the side of his dainty neck, watching the way he shivers as you chuckle, now sucking hickeys onto it, seeing how they slowly appear on his skin like ink blotches seeping into paper, violet and maroon and magenta, an assortment of colours on his porcelain complexion.

His fairy-like ears are so cute too, so red, and small, you catch his ear lobe in between your teeth, pulling and tugging and then licking a stripe along them too as beomgyu’s squirms and whimpers at the feeling, sucking nastily on his ear, watching him writhe.

You pick up the pace of stroking his cock, pumping him up and down, thumbing at the slit, twisting your fist at the base, and it’s all too much for him, breath faltering with every stroke. He throws his head back, resting it on your neck, succumbing into you and slumping onto your own body, you’re basically holding onto him, definitely not stiff anymore. His deep chesty, restrained moans, becoming breathier and whinier as times goes on, losing himself completely, “H-hahhh…” beomgyu pants as you whisper a mix of filthy words and praises into his ear.

Another grab at his thigh and digging your sharp nails deeper into them, and you feel the spurts of his cum reach your hand with a ragged cry. He orgasms fast, but that’s what you expected anyway, he’s a virgin after all. Beomgyu turns his head, hiding his face and panting into your neck, “Woah…t-that was…”

You scoop up his pretty cum onto your index and middle finger, bringing it to his face, “Open your mouth, puppy.”

Beomgyu widens his eyes, but the pet name clearly fries his brain, because he accepts, opening his mouth for you obediently. Of course being called puppy gets to him, it’s obvious, if not for the light pet play that appeared pretty often in the manhwa he wrote. Beomgyu’s tongue peeks out, letting you stuff your fingers into his mouth, he looks at you as he wraps his lips around them, sucking and licking his own cum clean off your fingers, doing it so well, moaning around your fingers, his eagerness and the way his eyes were fixed on you filthy and obscene but so sexy.

The sight was too familiar. You’ve seen this in Rotten Peonies with taekbae, his puppy eyes looking up at the female lead as he diligently sucks on her fingers, swallowing his own cum, you’ve saved it to your camera roll, added it to your hidden file. This was so strange. You can’t say you didn’t like it though. Especially now that you’re seeing the resemblance with takebae and beomgyu, god this freak was really just writing his own fantasies.

“You’ve been dreaming of this haven’t you, virgin?” You tease but beomgyu just nods, unable to say anything. “Pathetic.” You spit out, as if the sight of him wasn’t making your pussy flutter and making you so incredibly soaked through your pants, as if this wasn’t everything you’ve pretty much wanted in real life.

You pull your fingers out of his mouth slowly, watching the connecting string of saliva from his mouth and your fingers stretch. Then you grab his shoulders, pushing him down onto the bed and you crawl on top of him, straddling him. He immediately tenses again, getting nervous all over.

You take your bottoms off, leaving you in your underwear and you seat yourself on his bare cock, sliding your clothed pussy on his sensitive dick. Beomgyu nearly chokes, breath catching in his throat.

You roll your hips lazily, moving and grinding against him over and over, your own lips parted as the friction bumps with your clit, your panties drenched by now and leaking onto his own wet dick. Beomgyu’s head falls back into the pillow, throwing his forearm over his face, other hand curling into the sheets tightly, clearly not being able to take it.

“Beomgyu,” you murmur, grinning at his fucked out expression. “Take my shirt off.”

Beomgyu freezes like a cute little deer in headlights. Slowly, awkwardly, he tugs at the hem until you help him yank it over your head. He freezes again when faced with your bra, staring dumbly, seemingly bewildered.

“And my bra.” You deadpan.

He reaches up, attempting to, nervously fiddling with the fabric.

“Are you serious right now?”

“I’m trying!” Beomgyu protests and whines. And after far too long, the clasp finally comes undone. At the sight of your tits, beomgyu’s mouth falls open, flustered beyond belief and eyes completely glued to them in awe, like he’d never seen boobs in his life-which, you guess he hadn’t.

“You’re so hot. So pretty…” He doesn’t even move, still staring and gawking at your breasts in disbelief.

Rolling your eyes, you grab his hand and press it firmly to one of your breasts to which he lets out a gasp. “You’re allowed to touch, you know.”

“O-okay…”

Beomgyu cups one of your tits in his hand, still in awe, squeezing inexperienced, too timid, too unsure, just little presses and squeezes, bringing his thumb to slowly brush over, feeling your nipple, and gaping. “It’s so soft…and squishy.”

You laugh, almost, fondly at him. He writes and draws all this filthy shit, and yet he acts like this. “You’ve drawn countless panels of porn, how are you so clueless?”

Beomgyu furrows his brows, his face on fire. “Drawing and doing are two very different things you know!!”

You giggle once more at his expression, voice dripping with mockery. “Come on, even taekbae knows this much.”

He just hides his face in his hands, those small, little breathy moans and gasps still escaping him as you continue to hump his dick, grinding down on him, sliding your clothed pussy along him.

“Aw, my dumb little virgin. You want me to fuck you? Do you wanna know what it feels like to be inside me, hm?” you purr, leaning down just enough so your breath ghosts against his ear.

Beomgyu just nods along to your words stupidly like a bobblehead, moving his hips mindlessly with yours, speechless and unable to speak up, eyes half lidded and his thick long lashes fluttering.

You grab his chin in your hand, grinding down harder on him for emphasis. “Use your words, dumb puppy.”

“Please,” he blurts out immediately, voice cracking so high, “please, wan’ you to fuck me…Want you to take me.”

“You wouldn’t be cumming inside me within seconds like a little virgin, would you?”

“No, nonono.” Beomgyu shakes his head wildly, “Promise I won’t. Want to be inside, please. Please?”

The desperation of his voice goes straight to your core so you lift yourself off him to rid yourself of your drenched underwear, discarding it carelessly. His big eyes follow every single one of your movements like a starved, waiting dog, gaze snapping back up to you when your hand wraps around his cock. You grab his dick, using the head to rub your clit, drawing little stuttered gasps from his lips, sliding him over your slicked entrance and folds, the feeling of your pussy actually on his dick, too much for him already, his hips twitching helplessly beneath you. Beomgyu mewls, head thrashing against his pillow. “O-oh—fuck—please—”

“Are you really sure, beomgyu?” You ask him again, gently, sincerely, scanning all over his face for any uncertainty.

“Yeah, yes-want it so bad.” Beomgyu pants needily, hips jerking up desperately just at the thought.

You inspect his face once more for any hesitation and then take a hold of his dick, hovering, just about to sink down on his fat tip, the head of his cock pressing right against your entrance, and suddenly, he panics.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, okay. I’m kinda scared.” Beomgyu comically breathes in and out, his heart racing, bracing himself.

But you find it quite endearing and entertaining, laughing softly at his expression. “Scared of what?”

“I don’t know!”

“Do you want to be inside me or not?”

“Fuck, I do.” Beomgyu whines, seemingly in a dilemma.

You lean down, staring at him assuring and serious, cupping his face, pressing his hot cheek to your palm and you feel him melt and relax instantly at your touch. “It’s okay gyu, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. You have to tell me though.”

Beomgyu nods, looking into your eyes too. “Y-you can do it. I want you to.” he says finally, voice trembling but certain.

So, you ever so slowly, sink down all the way onto his dick, inch by inch until he’s buried inside to the hilt. It knocks the wind completely out of beomgyu, gasping for air, throwing his head back so theatrically, moaning out so long and loud, it doesn’t sound like it could be real, straight pornographic, his entire body arched. “Ohh. oh my g-Oh my god…”

“Is this okay?”

“Y-yeah…ffuck…”

Beomgyu reaches his hand out like a man drowning, grasping and taking a hold of one of your hands in his, and interlocking them as if grounding him, holding onto it so tightly as he tries to catch his breath, panting deeply. You don’t move, waiting for him to get used to the feeling of being inside your pussy first.

“Shit, ‘m okay. You can keep going.”

You swivel your hips around him, then leisurely, for his sake, start riding him. Beomgyu reacts to everything, every roll of your hips, every shift of angle, sending him spiralling further, literally so sensitive it’s unreal, every sensation so new to him, his appearance and the noises he makes are priceless, cute, deep, yet whiny little cries slipping past his lips.

As time goes on, and you quicken your pace, bouncing on his sticky dick, still holding his hand, beomgyu is long gone, not knowing how to endure being fucked. The most dumbest, debauched, dreamy expression taking over his entire face, genuinely drooling, dribbling down from the corner of his mouth and onto his chin. Apparently, you’d fucked him so dumb already.

“Puppy, does it feel good?” You taunt, even though his expression was already answer enough.

It takes beomgyu a while for him to even register you’d asked him a question, and an even longer while to actually formulate an actual thought and an answer to it.

Beomgyu’s eyelids droop heavily with pleasure, sweat beading his brow, slurring his words and his lisp fully coming out, “ughh is sso goood, ugh-ah, pussy sso perfect. It’s ssso…” he was meant to say more, but he doesn’t bother continuing, cutting himself off, his eyes flickering down, getting hypnotised, watching as your boobs jiggle with every bounce right in front of his face, wonderstruck by this. What a perv.

He looks just like how taekbae looks when he’s getting fucked right now, so delirious, he sounds so wrecked, definitely looks like it too. His messy, sweat ridden bangs of his brown wolfcut falling into his eyes. All you can see now are his glossy, glistening, plump, round lips parted and stustained in the perfect shape of an ‘o’.

This entire predicament is still so crazy to you, you’re basically fucking your favourite character in a way. You can’t believe he’s still CBG who you looked up to. The annoying idiot from your manga club who scoffs all the snacks. You also can’t believe you’re seeing Choi beomgyu like this, and you never thought he’d be a virgin.

“Will you kiss me?” That cuts your thoughts off.

“Huh?”

“Please. Kiss me?” Beomgyu looks up at you with devastatingly vulnerable, sparkly, round, big, eyes, his voice small. He looks like he’d cry if you say no to him, pleading at you, needing the intimacy.

You can’t say no to that, leaning down, you capture your lips with his, kissing him softly but messily, tongues tangling together. Beomgyu whimpers sweetly into your mouth, closing his eyes and so into kissing you, his hand that has been interlaced with yours this entire time, refusing to let go, squeezing even tighter as you ruthlessly ride him. Wet, filthy sounds of you fucking him take over the room, as well as a plethora of beomgyu’s pretty, euphonious moans he emits into your mouth that you gobble up, increasing in volume and reaching an octave higher, music to your ears.

You bite at his bottom lip, dragging your teeth and he pulls away for air, “y/n…I’m soo closee...” Incoherent words of begging and your name, falling past his lips, face contorted with overwhelming bliss and ecstasy. You clench around his cock so tightly on purpose, earning a mangled, raw scream from him and he cums immediately after, cumming so hard from being fucked for the first time and shooting a substantial amount of his load inside that it overflows, and when you pull yourself off, it all stickily oozes back onto and around his dick, his breath coming out in ragged sobs and gasps of disbelieved pleasure. “Fuckfuckfuck—” Beomgyu cries out, astonished and just totally overwhelmed with everything right now.

He doesn’t last long again, you not even being able to have your own orgasm, but you can’t even be annoyed at him. He’s so cute. His gorgeous reactions to everything and the way he was so sensitive was so much more worth it and rewarding than any orgasm, and even better than reading any of the manhwa panels, the images of beomgyu fully engrained in your head, it’s fine, you can get off to it later.

You let him ride it out, cooing soft praises for his first time, calling him a good boy and saying that he did so well as he clings to you. You pull him in for another kiss, thinking he’d appreciate it but he can barely kiss you back, his body literally limp and boneless. He still doesn’t let go of your hand, bringing his other hand up so he can hold your other one too, quietly whimpering into your mouth.

“Well,” you murmur when you pull back, still perched on top of his convulsing frame. “Was that inspiration enough?”

“Uh huh…” Beomgyu pants raggedly, a far away look in his eyes, barely conscious.

So, perhaps there are real men like taekbae out there. Well, only one.

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: yipeee. I hope you guys like this 😭 idk if it turned out the way people were expecting but ! I think this would be a good series where they fuck so beomgyu gets inspiration and ideas for his manhwa 😭 but I’m not gonna write it loll.

one day in class you took notice to the little stickers that littered his folders and notebooks, also the plush keychain that hung from his backpack. you thought it was cute how he showed his interests in little ways like that, especially since he wasn't able to talk about them to these judgmental students in school. you never thought it was strange like the other students saw it to be. but to soobin, your wandering eyes must have felt that way. he snatched up his things with shaky hands and shoved them in his bag, his face burning red. before you could get a word out, he sped-walked out the classroom and down the hall.

you and soobin never got close, never had the chance to. aside from playing with chemicals and writing scientific equations on a piece of paper, you didn't get to talk that much. here and there you would gather a little information about him, but he would often shut himself up from going on and on about his interests or life. he kept it short, like he was drawing a line between the two of you. it pained you a bit that he felt like he had to hold himself back, you noticed the light in his eyes when you would ask him a question and the way it faded when he caught himself. his eyes shaky and gnawing on his bottom lip, changing the subject to science-related topics.

the day before soobin left, it was a friday and you managed to get a smile from him. it was a stupid joke you made while doing an experiment involving looking at germs. you mustered up the courage to lighten the tense mood since you've been working for an hour on the assignment, jabbing soobin in the side before he pressed his eyes into the scope.

"hey," he turns to you, his eyes immediately shifting when they locked with yours. he stares at a corner of your face, but you were used to it. just like you were used to the pink that spread across his face whenever you would converse with him. "why did the germ cross the microscope?"

he furrows his brow and chews on his bottom lip, "w-why?" he stutters.

you hold back a laugh as you complete the joke, "to get to the other slide." you couldn't hold back for long as you burst out with laughter at how dumb the joke was, it wasn't even that funny. yet, you couldn't help yourself. soobin's eyes widen at the sudden loud sound, his face flushing as he turns away while trying to stifle a laugh. he looks into the microscope in front of him, but you don't miss the small smile that comes onto his face. nor the little dimple that appears on his cheek.

you were the last to know about soobin and his family deciding to leave the city for one that was three hours away from yours, which meant he would be transferring high schools. you didn't have a chance to say goodbye or thank you for all his help during the class as he just stopped showing up. you were pretty worried, it wasn't like soobin to miss a day. let alone it being three in a row, your anxiety was starting to eat you up and you decided to ask the teacher about him.

"you didn't hear, soobin transferred last week. friday was his last day."

it shocked you, he never talked about leaving. granted, you weren't the closest to him but you thought with the small-talk you often made he would mention something like that. or even bring it up the day before he supposedly left, the day you saw him smile for the first time. before leaving the classroom, you took another glance at the seat next to yours that was empty with something heavy weighing on your heart.

after he moved, it took about a month before you got use to his absence. everyday you walked into class your eyes would immediately fly to the seat he once sat in. you hoped that you would find him sitting there with his disheveled black hair, his glasses that were perched on his little nose, his lips that would be pursed in concentration as he worked out a problem in his study book. you would deflate when he wasn't there, shuffling to your seat and plopping down with a sigh.

you eventually got a new lab partner, beomgyu was his name, and the two of you would come to be good friends. often finding yourself doing the same things you would with soobin, plus some. hanging out with the boy after class and talking to him about his interests. sometimes you'd find that same glint in beomgyu's eyes that you saw in soobin and get sad, shaking the feeling off with a small smile.

you would eventually forget about soobin in the following months leading up to graduation, maybe not completely though . even though you knew he wasn't there, he couldn't possibly be, your eyes still searched the sea of graduation caps hoping to find those glasses and flushed cheeks you grew fond of.

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you and beomgyu walk into your first chemistry class of the semester together, shoulder to shoulder, and laughing about some video that he sent to you this morning. the two of you ended up getting accepted into the same college after vowing to never separate post-graduation. you were happy to know one person for your first year, and even happier that it was your best friend beomgyu.

you take a seat in the third row of the classroom with a sigh, beomgyu following and plopping down next to you. you turn towards beomgyu with a blinding smile and he playfully shields his eyes, making you push him. before you could strike up a conversation about your excitement, the professor walks in along with some straggling students who didn't want to be marked late on the first day. she was a short and limber lady, with a high bun resting on her head and circular glasses that framed her face well. she looked like the kind of professor that enjoyed her job.

she shut the door behind the last student to enter, before making her way to her desk. she fumbles around with her many folders and laptop, pulling up a slide show. the room is mute of talking, the only sounds being the shuffling of students reaching into their backpacks for their computers and pencils, prepared to take any introductory notes. as she sets up, the door to the classroom creaks open and everyone's heads turn in the same direction.

a boy with wired-headphones plugged into his ears walked into the room. he was wearing a black tight-fitted shirt that hugged his sides, it was tucked into his jeans that fit his thighs perfectly, his dark hair was mussed but in a stylish way. he grimaces and his face flushes when he realizes the squeaking of the closing door was bringing unwarranted attention to him, dimples that looked a little familiar appeared on his cheeks.

"class starts at eight, young man." the professor says, grabbing the remote that controls the screen now that her slides were pulled up. he turns in her direction, popping the buds from his ears and wrapping them around his phone, his face seemed to turn even darker and he sucks in his bottom lip. you cock your head to the side, the more you stare at him and watch his actions, the more familiar the boy looks. distant memories that you can't quite catch float around in your head.

"s-sorry. it's not an excuse, but my alarm didn't go off." his voice was deep and smooth as he spoke, honesty laced in his tone as he apologized. all around you, the girls in the class started to whisper to their friends. presumably about his good looks, you would do the same with beomgyu if it weren't for you trying to wrack your brain trying to figure out why you think you've seen him before. he presses his lips together and bows his head awkwardly in apology. he starts to head for a seat, but he's stopped by the professor speaking again-

"i'll let it pass this time since it's the first day," she starts and he nods his head in acknowledgement, his grip tight on his bag-strap that was slung across his slim waist. "what's your name?" everyone tunes in, wanting to know the name of the handsome boy who would be in this class for the semester. he runs a hand through his hair, his eyes darting around the room and avoiding stares. "ah, c-choi soobin."

you freeze, your eyes widening at that name. choi soobin? like choi soobin that you went to high school with? choi soobin who suddenly upped and left one day? the same one who buried himself in over-sized clothing and his glasses that never sat on his nose right? that's the same guy who was standing in front of you, with fitted clothes, no glasses on his face, and a lot taller than what you remembered, that soobin?

your eyes follow him as he walks past you once the professor dismissed him to a seat that was a few rows behind you, you couldn't help it. you haven't heard that name in about a year and now he shows up again in the same college as you, in your science class? your eyes lock briefly when he goes by, his eyes immediately shifting away and his face going pink. you don't think he remembered you though, besides it's been a while and you also forgot about him until this moment.

all class, you could only think about the boy who you were semi-acquainted with in high school and how much he has changed. your body itched to turn around and catch a glance at him, figure out if it was actually the same boy you knew.

"you okay," beomgyu whispered to you, poking a finger into your side. you give him a nod before placing your face in your hand and gnawing on your bottom lip. you had to talk to him after class, right? you needed to know if he remembered you, thought about you even a little after he left.

you were lost in thought until the final minutes of class, the professor clapping her hands together sharply before clicking to the last slide. it was an announcement that she will be putting us in pairs, and we'll stay in that duo for the semester. you'll do labs, assignments, and presentations with your partner. it reminded you a lot of the class you took in high school.

"hopefully we're together." beomgyu whispers, crossing his fingers and you smile at him while also twining your fingers in hopes. we wait while professor starts calling out pairs, your heart beating fast. the both of you take a pause when beomgyu's name is called.

"choi beomgyu and-" he bites on his bottom lip and squeezes his eyes shut, grabbing onto your hand and holding it tightly in his. "kang taehyun." he deflates, throwing a pout at you and you caress his shoulder. he turns around and finds his partner who raised his hand. he gets up with his belongings and makes his way towards the boy and they immediately jump into conversation. you think he'll be alright and you shoot him a thumbs up when he looks your way with a soft smile.

you jump when your name is called next, snapping your head to the front of the room. hopefully whoever you get is nice and not someone who will slack off and make you do all the work, that's the last thing you want in a college-level chemistry class. "and choi soobin."

you eyes widen and your mouth drops open in shock. what are the odds that you and soobin would be in a science class together and be lab partners at that. it gave you a reason to talk to him again after some time, but you haven't thought about what you would say. how would you even bring up what you wanted to talk about?

when you turn around, soobin was already looking back at you. you couldn't quite read his facial expression, he looked a little surprised but also intrigued. he would shift his eyes away though, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. you gathered your belongings and headed up the stairs to his row and taking the seat next to his.

you look at him from the corner of your eye, too scared to turn and look at him and just fidgeted with the pencil in your hand instead. you let the professor finish putting people in pairs, she tells the class to exchange info with your lab partners and get to know them as our first lab will be on thursday. there's about fifteen minutes of class left and she dismisses us to be able to converse.

slowly, you turn your head towards him. "hey,"

soobin jumps and rubs his hands anxiously over his thighs. he looks over at you and bows his head, before turning away again. he squeezes his eyes shut and says something under his breath you can't catch.

"uh, so… we should probably exchange numbers like the professor suggested since we're going to be together for a whole semester. and we might have to keep in contact with eachoth-" you started to ramble before soobin suddenly cut you off.

"did we go to high school together?" he asks, turning towards you. he quickly catches himself, his face burning and his eyes shifting away from your stare that felt too intense. he looks down at his lap, at his fumbling hands that were there. "ah sorry- i mean…m-more specifically did we have a science class together?" he mutters the last part.

you freeze, so he did remember you…"uh, yeah. we were lab partners back in high school." you answer his question while nodding your head.

there was the tiniest smile that came to his face, crooked and cute. "i thought so…" he mumbled more to himself. his hand comes up to his nose like he was going to push up his glasses, but his hand curls into a fist when he realizes they weren't there.

"what happened to your glasses?" you blurt out without thinking. soobin's drops his hand onto the table and his face turns a pretty shade of pink.

"my-my glasses? i, um stopped wearing them awhile ago. i wear con-contacts now." his hand scratches the back of his neck as he speaks and he clears his throat often the more he talks, like he was thinking of the next words to say as he said it.

"mmm," you hum in understatement. before you could ask another question, about why he left so suddenly without saying anything, it was the end of class. the professor would announce that while also telling us to pick up our homework for the day. a worksheet to get to know all about your lab partner, like we were in kindergarten again.

soobin packs up his belongings and you can't help but to notice the keychain that hung from his backpack, the same one from when we were in high school. you smile to yourself and soobin gets up, a quick and jerky movement that startles you a little.

"i-i'm gonna go now," he stiffly says, sliding behind you and starting for the stairs that leads to the door. you bite your lip, quickly getting up and packing your stuff to follow him. you can't let him get away that easily, not when you got the chance to finally see him again.

"wait-" you say, catching his hand that was on his phone and ready to unravel his headphones. he flinches away, snatching his hand back and leaving yours hanging mid-air. when you look at him, he was blushing, his eyes looking everywhere but at yours and his cheeks were puffed out.

"sorry i- i was just wondering if you wanted to get started on the homework?" you ask him, dropping your hand and clutching onto your tote bag. soobin taps the screen of his phone with his thumb to check the time.

he opens his mouth to speak but gets interrupted by someone slinging their arm over your shoulder and ruffling your hair. you knew it was beomgyu cause he was the only person that did that to you, the little punk.

"shall we grab some lunch, i'm starving~" he asks, pinching your cheek. he stops when he realizes that soobin is standing there, looking between the two of you with wide eyes. he particularly focused on beomgyu's arm that was around you, which striked you as odd.

beomgyu nods at him before shoving a hand out in front of soobin, "hi, i'm beomgyu! you must be soobin and this losers lab partner." you roll your eyes, shoving his arm off of you and making him pout. soobin tentatively takes his hand, shaking it almost robotically before letting go.

"so," beomgyu turns to you, bringing his face completely in your view. you notice the way soobin turns his head away, his face burning. "are we getting lunch or not?"

you lean back and gesture towards soobin, "actually, i was going to get started on the homework assignment with soobin." you smile at beomgyu who drops his obnoxiously and his eyes flicker towards the boy that was standing there shuffling on his feet. he looks back at you, wiggling his eyebrows.

you never talked to beomgyu about soobin, never felt a reason to. it felt better to keep those little memories you had to yourself, instead of loading all you grievance on someone you just met. so, to him it probably looked like you were looking for a hook-up.

"oh, that's cool! i'll just get lunch with taehyun and catch up with you later?" he taps your shoulder and gives you a shit-eating grin that makes you roll your eyes even harder than the first time. he skips away, smirking at you as he heads out the door to track down his new friend.

soobin looks at you, not for too long of course, before staring down to his feet or the ground beneath them you weren't too sure. he drums his fingers against his bookbag strap, the silence stretching on.

"uh, sorry about that…do you have any time to do the assignment right now?" you ask him.

soobin's head pops up and he seems to perk up a bit at the idea of you still wanting to hang out with him, "yeah down- i'm down!"

"we can go to my dorm, it's only a five minute walk from here. if that's okay with you of course!" you offer, pointing in the direction of your room. soobin blushes furiously, but nods his head in agreement. you smile, waving your hand and motioning for him to follow you.

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"me and beomgyu share this place, but he shouldn't be back for awhile. but you already knew that…"

soobin shucks off his shoes before looking around. it was a cozy and small dorm room that he can tell is properly lived in. plushies littered the couch, there were two mugs on the coffee table in front of it, he placed his shoes next to the others that were by the door. it smelt good too, like cinnamon and something else he couldn't name.

you watch as soobin scans the place, his head turning until it lands on you. he gets startled as if he forget that it was your place and that you were actually in it. you don't fight the giggle that bubbles up and comes out.

"we can go to my room, it's more comfortable." you smile at him and make your way down the hall and to the right where your room was, opposite of beomgyu's who was on the left. he follows you into the room and jumps when you shut the door.

you gesture towards the bed, "have a seat." he nods and rummages through his bag for the assignment, a clipboard, and a pencil to write with. he settles on the bed, but he doesn't move. he looks almost frozen as he sits there and you smile fondly at how shy he can truly be.

you sit next to him, climbing onto the bed and crossing your legs with the paper in your lap. soobin mirrors you, being sure to put a little bit of distance between the two of you as he does.

"i-i'm ready when you are." he says, scrunching his nose and pushing up imaginary glasses. your eyes linger on him a little longer than you intended, soobin's eyes shifting and his cheeks turning rosy as he clears his throat.

"right- um, first question is…what's your favorite thing to do?" you look up from the sheet for him to answer first.

"i would say m-my favorite thing to do is read or watch tv, it's what i do the most." he shrugs his shoulders while you write down his response.

"and what do you like to read and watch?"

"nothing much, just…what everyone else reads and watches." he answers, his hands fidgeting around his pencil.

"and what is everyone reading and watching?" you tease. soobin stutters over his words, his tongue felt tied as he tried to come up with a lie and think about what trending shows he's heard others talking about.

"i'm messing with you," you laugh, placing a comforting hand on his thigh. he tenses under you and you pull away, he immediately relaxes when you do. "but i did notice the jujutsu kaisen figure on your bag, do you like that show? it's anime, right?" soobin's eyes are wide when he looks at you, his mouth moving like a fish.

"you know about jujutsu kaisen? have you ever watched the show?" he sounded excited that someone recognized the figure, as if it wasn't one of the most popular ones out now. he had that same shine in his eyes that he did back in high school when he would talk about things like this.

you felt a little bad when you had to admit the truth though, "i've never watched it, but beomgyu always talks about it!" you try to make the situation a little better and give him a topic to bring up with beomgyu whenever he sees them again, maybe they can become friends too.

"oh…" he deflates, tapping his pencil against his paper.

"we could always watch it together, since we're going to be around each other the whole semester." you suggest to him.

"really? you would watch?"

"yeah," you answer honestly and watch with fondness as soobin smiles, sucking his lips into his mouth in an attempt to hide it. it reminds you of the day before he left, the same day you finally saw him smile.

you can't hold back when you ask, "how come you didn't tell me that you were moving?" soobin pauses, his head slowly lifting up to gauge your facial expressions and feeling the shift in the mood. "i mean, i know we weren't super close but we were science partners and i was a little hurt when i had to find out from the teacher that you left." your voice gets soft to show that you weren't angry at him, just curious.

"i-" soobin's hand comes out to comfort you, but he stops himself and drops it onto the bed and grips onto the comforter instead. "i wanted to say goodbye… i didn't even know we were moving until i got home that day." he mumbles with a small head shake.

"everything was already packed and they were loading up the u-haul truck. i hardly even had time to process it all and once i did i was in a new city surrounded by a bunch of new people. b-but believe me when i say i wanted to say goodbye at least…" and you do believe him. he sounded too sincere and his eyes reminded you of a sad puppy, his lower lip jutting out into a pout as he spoke.

he almost looked he wanted to cry and you couldn't have that, not over something so small. you were just curious as to why you never saw him again, you didn't mean to upset him in the process. you don't remember how or when but when you snap out of your thoughts, you're close to soobin. super close, with your hand pressed against the side of his warm face.

he was blinking at you wildly, his fingers gripped tight into your covers. you gasp, your eyes widening as you steal your hand away and pulling back. "sorry, i don't know why i just did that…"

"you-" soobin presses his lips together, furrowing his brows.

"i…?"

"you whis-whispered something,"

"what did i whisper?" you nervously ask.

he clears his throat, "you said that you missed me…"

you were taken aback, you didn't remember saying that but soobin said you did and he didn't have a reason to lie. did you miss him? when he left, you did think about him a lot. even after meeting beomgyu and graduating, there was little moments when he would pop into your mind and you would wonder how he was doing. if he was doing the same, thinking about you at that very moment.

you look at the boy who was so different from what you remembered. his muscular and toned body that was visible through his shirt, his legs that were a lot longer than before and encompassed by his jeans, his slender hand that held his pencil, his big and curious eyes that were no longer framed with glasses, his pretty and pink lips that were pouted so cutely. you wanted to lean in and kiss them-

your lips touch in a chaste kiss that lasts a second. when you pull back, soobin's eyes were squeezed shut and his lips were still protruded. you giggle, hiding your smile behind your hand and soobin's eyes crack open. he was blushing furiously and he had a sheepish look on his face.

"it's true, i did miss you…" you admit to him. you shove the classwork aside and crawl towards him. soobin's breath hitches when you start to come closer, his legs involuntary parting and allowing you to fill the spot between them.

you bring your faces close enough so that your breathes mingle between the little space there was. you slowly bring your hand up to his face again, your thumb rubbing under his eye. soobin's breath gets shaky as he lets your explore his face, gnawing on his bottom lip in nervousness.

you let your finger trace the bridge of his nose where his glasses used to be, "do you still keep your glasses around?" soobin brain was malfunctioning and he couldn't speak so he simply nods his head and points a trembling finger at his backpack that was on the floor. with a smile you hop off the bed to grab his glasses that were in a cute case before repositioning yourself to where you were.

you raise the glasses up to his face and gently slide them over his ears and up his nose. they were the same ones he had back then, except now they fit his adult features. they looked perfect on him, against the pink of his cheeks.

"so handsome," you mutter while continuing your evaluation of his face. letting your fingers trace the bow of his upper lip, soobin's stuttering breath making them moist. you look him in the eyes, "can i kiss you, properly?"

soobin swallows, his eyes sliding to the wall behind you. "i-i don't know how… i've never kissed somebody before." he whispers.

you were slightly taken aback, "really?" it was a little hard to believe that someone that looked like this has never kissed anyone. he shakes his head slowly, his nervous eyes finding their way back to yours. it was cute, the contrast between his striking visuals and his timid actions. and the fact that you were the first person to kiss him, be close to him like this, defile him was kind of turning you on.

with a gentle touch, you tap his lips. "just keep these open and follow my lead, hm?" soobin nods again, licking his lips and parting them, shutting his eyes as you move in close to him. you tilt your head to slot them together with his and soobin's fingers grip onto the blanket.

you take it slow and let soobin get the feel of making out, he's clumsy at the start of course. he can't quite find the right rhythm and sometimes he'll press too hard. he pulled back a little at one point and whispered against your mouth, "is that right?" you would grab him by the chin gently and hum in agreement before pulling him in again.

this time soobin melts into the kiss, finding the pacing easier this time as you capture his lips. wrapping an arm around his neck to keep him in place, sliding your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and making soobin shiver. his whole body squirms as your nails scratch his scalp gently, a tiny whimper slipping into the kiss.

the sound sent tingles through your body and you wanted- no needed to hear it again. you grip the hairs and tug them just a little, just enough to tilt his back and deepen the kiss.

"ngh," soobin moans into your mouth, his pretty lips opening wider. you place a hand on his chest, pushing him back onto his elbows. you slip your tongue into his mouth and soobin allowed you to explore his mouth, moving your tongue against his. he finds himself liking the way it feels, his body heating up, his pulse racing, and there was another sensation happening…between his legs.

he can feel the way your hand slides down his chest and tense tummy, heading right for the spot that was throbbing. his breath hitching when your hand ghosts over his crotch, your hand warm against the prominent bulge. his hips twitch up into your hand and he moans at the contact, the friction was delicious and he wanted to chase it.

it wasn't until you started rubbing at the same time as he grinds into against your hand. he found that the longer you did it, the better it felt and there was something coiling in his belly that made his breathing uneven and his body tingle. it scared him a little and he would pull away from the kiss, pushing your hand off of him, "wa-waitwaitwait-" he voice was breathy and his face was flushed, lips red and swollen.

"what's wrong?" you ask with concern, your hand that was just making him feel good was now rubbing his shoulder in comfort. soobin's skin was tingling with every graze, but it was bearable and not as intense as whatever just happened.

he ducks his head in embarrassment, his voice low when he speaks. "i-it's just that was my first time feeling something… like that."

"did you not like it? we can stop if you don't wan-"

"no!" he shouts, his head popping up and his eyes wild. "n-no it's not that i didn't like it…in fact i think i liked it too much. there was this feeling, right here." he points at his lower abdomen, right above his cock that was still hard and twitching in the constraints of his jeans.

"it was really intense and overwhelming, it scared me a little. it was too much, too fast," his speech is fast, his face burning all the while. you giggle a little and let your hand drop back down to his hard-on. soobin jerks, his legs twitching at your sides and lets out a breathy moan as his eyes flutter.

"what you were experiencing was getting close to having an orgasm. you've never touched yourself before?"

soobin's body felt like it was on fire, "no, never…"

"well," you lean into his neck, letting your breath ghost against the sensitive skin. soobin swallows when you trail your lips along the side. "would you like me to be the first to touch you there?" he moans while nodding his head, giving you the consent you needed to hear.

you unbuckle the belt that was around his slim waist, unzipping the zipper and sliding your hand into his pants. soobin watches with heady eyes, blinking slowly as if he didn't want to miss anything. you pull his cock from his pants, the tip was glistening with precum and you press a finger into the pool. you bring your finger to your mouth, lapping at the liquid.

"w-what are you doing, why would you eat…that?" soobin stammers, but his eyes were glossy as he watched you lick up his precum. it made his cock twitch between the two of you.

"it's sweet," you simply reply. "wanna try some?"

soobin tentatively nods, one small motion of his head and you kiss him. immediately, you push your tongue into his mouth while wrapping your hand around him and lubing him up with his own precum.

"uhn," soobin moans, his hips slowly raising up into your fist and his hand comes up to squeeze your arm tightly. it feels so good, he feels so good that he can't even keep up with the kiss. his mouth going slack as he continously moans and whines.

the air between the two of you is humid, soobin's glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose from the sweat building there. his hazy eyes looking at you through his almost fogged lenses, letting out an assortment of needy sounds.

you start to jerk him earnestly, letting your hand go up and down his cock at a quick and steady pace. drinking up all of the whimpers and pants that soobin feeds you. he leaks profusely over your first, a tell-tale sign that this was in fact his first time being touched.

soobin couldn't think, his brain was clouded and his skin was prickling with pleasure. he couldn't control his hips that kept thrusting up, chasing after that intoxicating feeling of your hand on him.

"i-" he gasps when he feels that coil in his tummy again, coming at him quicker than the first time. he doesn't think he can stop it this time though, his body tensing as the pleasure ramps up and his orgasm builds.

"you?"

"i don't think i can hold back -" he choked on his words, shaking his head. his eyes were shiny like he could cry at an moment from feeling so good. you let your hand graze his tip briefly and that seems to be soobin's breaking point.

"i'm- i'm gonna cum," he breaths, his eyes rolling back and his hips kicking upwards in one final thrust. his body twitches, a long and high-pitched moan of your name flowing from his mouth as he comes in your hand.

he tosses his head back, his one hand that was in the sheets so tight that his knuckles were white and his other hand that was on your shoulder was shaking. he felt like he could see white as he came, he felt light and dizzy as multiple spurts of warm cum landed on his shirt and jeans.

you stroke him while he comes down, his breathing heavy and his bottom lip was now sucked into his mouth as he tried to regulate himself. "wow," you smirk, admiring the amount of cum that landed on his clothes. soobin gets shy, his face burning as he turns his head away.

"i'm sorry - i didn't mean to cum so quickly…" he apologizes.

"you don't have to apologize for that." you reassure him, sticking a hand into his mussed hair before reaching down to push his glasses back up his nose and making him crinkle it cutely.

"it-it's embarrassing… cumming just from you touching me." he mumbles, his eyes downcast in shame.

"not embarrassing at all, it's hot." you lift his head up and make sure he's looking into your eyes, letting him know you were telling the truth. he swallows, his throat bobbing and he nods his head.

you laugh, letting his face go and grabbing some tissues from the bedside table. "but if you came that fast just from a handjob, i don't think you would've fared if we went all the way."

soobin's eyes go wide, whimpering when the soft tissue touches his sensitive cock. "i-i… i could've lasted longer!" he counters, a little frown on his face as he said it. you tuck him back into his boxers and zip his pants up.

"really?" you raise an eyebrow, tossing the dirty tissue aside and climbing into his lap. you settle down, pressed directly against soobin's sore cock and moving your hips a little. soobin moans, his hands coming to your waist while nodding his head.

"well, we have a whole semester to figure that out now don't we?" you smirk, as you hop of his lap and start to head out of the room. soobin watches with a furious blush on his face as you go.

"w-wait, my pants!" he calls out, leaping off the bed to remind you off his cum-stained pants he was wearing. he pauses though, looking down and groaning. he was rock hard again. "dammit," he mumbles while shoving a hand between his legs.

how was he supposed to survive chemistry like this?

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you watch from your car as yunho helps san towards the parking lot (with a palm on his back). 

unlike yunho, with his faded-graphic sweatshirt, san does not look dressed for the weather, clad in one of many black fitted t-shirts. he’s a little flushed and his hair is all fluffy. san looks down and then pouts when yunho follows his gaze and laughs with a finger pointing to his chest. san murmurs something and yunho throws his head back with his eyes clamped shut. 

his bright laughter carries all the way to your car.

the rumbling of the engine starting back up knocks san back to reality. he’d maybe been resting his eyes the second yunho helped him into the seat and closed the door.

most of the ride home is you asking him trivial questions to gauge his sobriety, and him giving you affectionate answers, as he does after x amount of alcohol.

“sober enough t’see m’pretty girl’s face,” he gushes.

“sannie.”

“i only had like 3 shots… 4? m’not that tipsy.”

you flick the turn signal and tilt your head accusingly, fishing into your bag for a water bottle and handing it to him, smiling when he accepts it with two hands.

“your texts say otherwise.”

he shakes his head and adds sound for emphasis (you assume).

“mm, that was before. m’better now, i ev– actually, your texts say oth’wise. wha’the hell were you textin’ me???” 

when you glance over, his palm is on his warm cheek as he lifts the plastic bottle to his lips – upon which there is a firm, unnecessary pout – and he looks like an embarrassed kid.

“i was trying to get your attention. it worked, didn't it?” you pull the responsible adult voice on him and he groans before reaching over to curl his fingers around your arm, like he needs to be touching you or he’ll melt into the seat.

“well, yeah, but…”

he whines and drops his head sideways against the console, using his other hand as a pillow and closing his eyes as his eyebrows start to furrow in thought.

you knew what you were doing. you just wanted to tease him, didn't you?

the inside of his head is jumbled. he knows you won't fuck him if he's not sober… so he guesses he’ll figure out a way because there's no shot he's going straight to sleep in his condition, all hot and needy when you're right next to him. all because of a stupid text.

you barely made it through the door. 

scratch that, you barely made it to the door before he was on you, strong arms around your waist and his nose nudging the back of your neck.

when you do get inside, he’s already murmuring low against your skin, thumbs rubbing at your hips.

“i can't believe you jus’ texted me that,” he whines as you lock the front door and kick off your shoes, and he mirrors you. “like it didn’ mean an’thing.”

you look up at him innocently and brush your fingers through his hair. “texted you what?”

san’s lips form a pout and his hands find your hips again. his grip is tight, needy. his forehead falls to your shoulder and his fingers move to hold onto your waist. 

“y’have no idea wha’that did to me,” he whispers, as if it isn’t obvious by his hips pressing into your ass.

and then you make the mistake of laughing, because he makes a frustrated sound and pulls his face from your neck, brings one hand up to your jaw, and turns you to him. he kisses you like a man starved. messy and impatient. the force of it makes you stumble back, and he follows the movement until you're against the bedroom door. 

“y’cant just-” kiss “say things li’that-” kiss “an’ think m’not gonna go crazy,” and there's a whine in his voice that makes your body warm and your thighs press together.

“san,” you breathe, “we can't – you’re-”

his tongue tastes like alcohol and he damn near whimpers when your palms slide up his chest.

“don’ say that... please, i really fucking need you,” he says, staring with his brows pinched as he licks his lips.

one hand finds purchase on the door next to your head as his forehead falls back to your shoulder.

“please. i swear i’m okay now. i really…” he trails off, just breathing against your neck with a pout, before leaving a kiss or two there, soft and coaxing, “i just need to be inside you. can't believe y’playing dumb… you were trying to rile me up weren'you? y’so mean to me… you tricked me.”

you almost crack. 

“are you sure?”

all you hear is a whine from san, muffled against your skin.

“yes, yes m’sure. please.”

you hum, thinking it over as he breathes into your shoulder, thumbs habitually rubbing into your hips.

he should be somewhat sober now… he ate at the bar, drank over a few hours, waited another half hour for you to pick him up, took 10 minutes to get in the car (thanks wooyoung i guess), the ride home was about 20… and you gave him water on the way. if 1+1=2… then he’s definitely better than when you scooped him.

and to be honest, the way he's ely trying to win you over, the impatience in his voice, the whining… it’s almost intoxicating.

he feels your posture deflate as you sigh and he hesitantly pulls back to look at you, all flushed and wide-eyed. you take your time and whisper an “okay” and slowly nod. 

his response does not mirror your meticulous thought process.

san basically moans, mouth immediately finding yours, like he needs it. hungrier than before, now that you've granted him permission to stop pretending. the breath he lets out when your tongue slides against his is barely short of a whimper, and your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging until his body pushes into yours.

his hands are everywhere, gripping your waist, fingers at your lower back, hooking into your rear pockets. your bodies are pulled impossibly close, and then closer, heat and friction making your knees weak.

he blindly grabs at the bedroom door for the knob; as it opens, his hand shoots to your hip as you stumble back from the loss of support.

your arms wrap around his neck anyway, black strands caught between your fingers, and he groans into your mouth, grip tightening when your teeth tug at his lip.

the door is barely closed before he’s laying you so gently onto the bed, a contrast to the ion radiating off of him in waves, and the grace with which he touches you is enough to make you pause. you’re both panting as he leans over you, and you brush away hair from his face, staring up at your soapy-eyed boyfriend.

the pout he gives you is catastrophic, hiding his face in your neck as his hips meet yours in a heavy grind. “mmh, please…” 

“you’re so worked up, honey,” you whisper, lips against his ear.

his lips trail along your collarbone, hazy but eager, while your comb through his hair, your voice in his ear, cooing in that voice that makes him dizzy. 

“are you gonna be good for me, sannie?”

he just hums, but it sounds more like a whine.

“words. tell me.”

“uh huh.”

“uh huh what?”

“oh fuck…” you feel his fingers dig into your waist and a smile pulls on your lips before you can fight it.

“hm? talk to me, handsome.”

there’s a whimper against your neck. “i’ll be good – i’ll be good, pleasepleaseplease i need you so bad – please, honey…”

you can feel his hazy eyes on you as you shift backwards and nod toward the headboard. but he pauses, gaze flicking between you and the pillows. you raise an eyebrow and he immediately moves, pushing himself back against the headboard.

when you turn to him and crawl closer he basically moans, too dazed to do anything but splay his hands over your thighs when you straddle him, looking up at you and finding your doting smile.

“you’re so pretty, baby,” he mumbles. “y’always smell so good, you're so sexy–”

“sani. you're not even inside me yet,” you say, teasing and soft as you roll your hips against him.

his breath stutters. “s-so? let me be sentimental. you never ride me when m’drunk…”

your hips pause. you tilt your head at his pout, brows furrowing, and he swallows when he sees the smirk that grows on your lips.

“i thought you weren’t drunk?”

“no, i–” he whines, eyes avoiding yours. “i’m.. only a little bit drunk…”

he looks up at you when you pat his cheek, flushed, pupils blown wide and needy.

"just a little?"

"uh-huh."

you hum and a smile paints your face warm, thumb stroking his face, and he melts. apparently, his restraint melted too because his hips start grinding up against you, pulling a soft gasp from his parted lips. 

shifting down onto his thighs, your hands drag down his broad chest and he huffs. “come back…” he whines, fingers reaching for your waist. 

“mm-mm, be patient, baby,” you murmur, and when your palm finally strokes over his clothed cock, palming him over his jeans, san squeaks. a short,  choked, high pitched noise that punches its way out of him.

your eyebrows shoot up, eyes lifting to his face which he now presses into the pillow, his ears flushing pink.

“what was that?” you question, smug, and trace the outline of him, smiling at his thinly veiled restraint when his hips lift off the bed.

“wha’was what?” he breathes.

“you squeaked.”

“i don't- mmh- i don't squeak,” the difference in his pitch between words and whimper is so addicting, you just can't help yourself.

“but you just did. can you do it again for me?” leaning forward, you whisper into his ear, and he pulls the sheets between his fingers.

he barely gets another breath out before you suddenly repeat the motion and his hand lifts from the mattress, fingers twitching. and then, lo and behold, choi san squeaks again.

“mmh- stop it- i-i’m sensitive…” san whines, head falling back.

you laugh and feel up his lower tummy to his chest, leaning in and nosing his cheek, “you’re so cute, baby.”

he lets out a relieved noise when he finds your waist again, only to be interrupted a second later.

“let’s get this off, yeah?” san’s tee is peeled from his hot torso by your thumbs at the hem, and he lifts his arms obediently, allowing you to pull it off easily. your hands immediately find his tan skin, like you missed it, like he got more attractive when you weren’t looking.

you always treat him softly (except for when you don't), gently, almost worshipful. though maybe worshipful is the wrong word, because you could never outdo him in that department. you always know the right buttons to push, the right thing to say, the right way to touch him so he adorns that glassy look and gets all fuzzy on you. 

san’s fingers linger at your hips, thumbs rubbing your pretty skin as he kisses down your neck, a little sloppy, but it only stokes the heat in your chest. his lips move against your throat but you can barely make it out.

“please…”

his grip on your hips suddenly jumps in force when he grinds you down into him, sucking in a breath at the contact. “wanna be inside you, please, honey..” 

he whines, as if your body wasn’t aching enough already.

“missed you all day…”

“yeah?” you take his hand from where it rests at your lower back and place his large palm on your cheek, looking down at his flushed face with hearts in your eyes.

“mhm..”

san swears that he blinks and suddenly his & your clothes are nowhere to be seen. you always make him dizzy but this is different for some reason (hmm… i wonder…). your pretty voice, your hair brushing his face when you kiss him so lovingly, your gentle hands on his body as he melts into the pillows, giving you a dreamy hum whenever you say something.

he feels your weight on his thigh and instinctively tenses, biting his lip when he realizes you’re basically dripping. the muscle places perfect pressure on your clit for just a second and you let out a sigh, hands running up his torso to rest on his chest.

your stomach is sticky where his cock leaks, needy, pressed between your bodies as you tease him. 

“can you be patient, baby?” you whisper against his kiss-bitten, parted lips.

“mm-mm,” he sucks his lip between his teeth and shakes his head, staring up at you; big, slow hands stroke your thighs, his own shifting against the sheets in his restlessness.

you play in his face  you play with him and hum in distaste, but lean back and wrap your fingers around his untouched cock anyway, his grip on you flickering between restrained and starving.

it’s as if he can sense how wet you are, because he mouths at your neck, hands feeling up your sides as you tease him in his pitiful state.

“please,” he breathes. “jus’ wanna be inside you…”

his lips are soft and a little swollen when they meet yours, and his exhale shudders when your thumb crosses over his tip, coaxing a smile from you. the rest of your fingers hold him securely in your palm.

“really? how bad?” 

you feel him twitch in your grip.

his blown-out eyes flick between yours as he whines. “so bad- y/n… you’re so- so fucking mean to me.”

“thought you liked me that way,” you whisper against his cheek, lips brushing his skin.

you guide him to your entrance, just barely, just to let the flushed head slip inside, and then stop. 

san lets out the kind of moan that should be behind a paywall; choked and guttural and it makes you squeeze around him, his grip on your thighs twitching as he gasps in response. his chest is heaving under you and all you’ve done is tease him a little. you guess the alcohol did a number on him (and tuck it in your head for a later date).

when you pause, not taking the rest of him, he looks up at you and pouts.

“baby…”

“say please.”

“please,” he immediately breathes, and traps his bottom lip between his teeth. 

he always gives in so easily when it comes to you.

he hisses through his teeth as you sink all the way down until he’s stretching you out. he lets out something between a gasp and a plea, because you’re hot, soaked, and gripping him so tight he swears he can feel your heartbeat through your pussy; you’re so full of him your head feels empty for a second. 

san’s eyes immediately squeeze shut and his fingers tighten enough to leave crescents on your waist. his exhale is a whine, and suddenly he looks like he's trying to keep himself from cumming in 30 seconds just because you fit so perfectly around him.

he goes a minute without saying anything, so you take initiative and speak first.

“you okay? sannie, don’t tell me you’re falling asleep on me,” you murmur with a finger brushing his sweat-sheened forehead. god, you just can't help yourself, can you?

his brows twitch and he slowly shakes his head, voice coming out breathless and soft, “no, you- mmh, wait – don't wanna cum too fast…”

“it’s okay. s’cute when you cum fast,” he whines when you tease him.

“god,” he gasps, head falling back, voice already frayed, “s’just – too much–”

you smirk, tilting your head, “it’s not too much, you’re just sensitive.”

“i’m not–” he starts, but then you clench around him just slightly, just enough to make him whimper, and his sentence dissolves into a shaky moan against your neck.

you can tell he’s trying so hard not to fuck up into you, trying not to chase it. trying so hard to be good. but his thighs are tense and trembling under your weight… and you’re just so fucking beautiful when you moan, you know that?

san holds onto your middle like he’s suffocating, pulling you down harder onto him with every thrust, your combined heat turning the small proximity into something sweltering.

the rhythmic sound of your skin fills the room as he pants under you, his blunt fingernails dig into your skin and it makes you grit your teeth, your own hands finding his to help soothe his desperate grip on you.

“so eager,” you whisper and let your palms drift up to his chest. your fingers roll over a nipple and he huffs, lip wobbling.

“only f’you. m’all yours, honey, only yours,” he mumbles mindlessly.

he grabs your hand and brings the back of it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. his chest is a victim to your other hand, and he whimpers against your fingers, eyes fluttering when your fingertips find his lips.

“y’so beautiful, m’pretty wife,” he slurs gently with your thumb prodding into his mouth. the brown eyes crowned by his lashes threaten to roll back and you can feel him twitch inside you.

at some point he begins to match your pace, eager, just as you said. and then you roll your hips again to deliberately ruin his rhythm, and he gasps.

“can't even fuck me properly,” you whisper, a mean smile on your lips. “you're so close already, aren't you?”

san’s breath hitches. “uh-huh,” he chokes out, clinging tight to your waist.

“you gonna cum for me, baby?” you tease breathlessly, voice low and sweet. your hand slides to the back of his neck and lean closer, “gonna finish inside like a good boy? fill me up?”

you feel him pulse inside you and watch as his lashes flutter, nodding wildly. “mhm, please… please let me cum inside you, please–”

“yeah? wanna give me all of it?”

you're caught by surprise when his arms wrap around your middle and pull you down against him while his hips thrust up into you relentlessly. for a second, you swear stars bloom behind your eyes because he keeps hitting deeper, and deeper, and deeper, knocking you (no pun intended) closer and closer to your orgasm.

“wanna cum f’you- please, please, please-” he’s murmuring hurriedly into your ear as your breath brushes his neck. 

he punches the breath out of you and your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling his flushed face from your shoulder to catch his lips in yours. it’s all teeth and tongue, a heated exchange far from patient. 

and then his back is arching up into you and his grip turns iron, lungs heaving under his ribs. a breathy curse is pulled from his throat, he squeezes his eyes shut, and quickly buries himself right back where you pulled him from.

he clenches his jaw and then his mouth falls open as his orgasm hits like a truck, moving through him sudden and raw. 

with a gasp, he bucks once, twice, without rhythm, jolting you as his release fills you to the brim, and the feeling makes your hips slow just a fraction to savor the satisfaction.

at this point, the hold he has on you makes it nearly impossible to keep riding him at the pace you’ve set, so you grab his wrists and he immediately yields; he lets you bring them over his head as your mouth finds his neck.

“just a little more, baby,” you’re so close your voice shakes.

his hands strain in yours, fingers curling tight like he needs something to hold onto as he cries out from the overbearing sensations you’ve subjected him to.

he chokes, “please, please–”

your breath stutters and his back arches out of reflex when he feels you clench around him, your forehead against his. 

a whimper slips from your lips at your climax, and he whines under you, high and desperate.

your hips slow and the tension begins to ease. you’re suddenly aware of his release seeping from your cunt and the sweat rolling down your neck, but you catch his lips as his hands gradually relax in your hold.

“did so good for me,” you breathe against his lips, sweet and gentle, “so good.” your thumbs caress his palms as he pants, and his short, black hair is damp at the root as you comb it from his forehead.

“love you,” you think he says. his soft musings feel mindless, almost instinctive, and your chest warms at the thought. 

you would've conked out right there if you could, but you'd hate yourself if you didn't pamper him after sex. (no ulterior motives here…)

miraculously, you made it to the shower and back into bed, thanks to your boyfriend and his seemingly never-ending strength (which you gushed to him about, him very happily blushing under your sweet gaze and sleepy smile as your hands habitually roamed his toned arms and tummy). with the way he carried you and set you down so gently, water cascading down his front, muscles glistening in the warm bathroom light, it’s a surprise you didn't find yourself itching for seconds. 

alas, your shared exhaustion was evident enough in how your brain slowed to seconds per thought (see: seconds per frame).

“hope you don't wake up with a headache, baby…”

“i told you, i didn't drink that much,” san grumbles into your neck, and you hum and pet his hair.

“i didn't take you for a horny drunk.”

“m’not! ask woo, m’not usually like this…” san whines without rhythm, brows furrowing while his heavy eyes close.

you laugh through your nose and press your lips to his hair, holding his face against your chest. his fingers are soft against your back, sighing, quiet and dreamy.

“yeah, i’ve got a lot to ask woo, don’t i?”

he’s out cold.

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"wonnie," you started to call out from your bedroom. you were doom scrolling in bed when you realized you missed the presence of your boyfriend. you sat up and looked around the empty room. "where are you? i miss you." you finished, mentally scolding yourself for practically wasting your day.

"in the kitchen!" jungwon replied from the other side of the apartment. you got up and made your way to his location. once you arrived, you were caught off guard by a heartwarming sight. jungwon was standing at the kitchen island with his sleeves rolled up, back facing you, and he seemed to be typing something into his phone.

you walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, causing him to slightly jump. you chuckled lightly in his ear as you rest your cheek on his back. "missed you.." you mumbled, closing your eyes. jungwon humming in acknowledgement.

"i heard," he smiled. "and i missed you too." he said, turning around in your arms to face you. he leans down to give you endless kisses all over your face. smiling, you gently grab his face, stilling him, to connect your lips together.

the kiss was slow and passionate, it was like it said everything that they wanted to say. at this point, you guys hadn’t been together for long. but this kiss felt like it promised a lifetime. by time you pulled away, looking him in his eyes, all you seen was pure need. however, it wasn’t like you were far from that.

you were tilting your head back up to go back in for more, when you feel something hard pressed against you. confused, you look down to get a good look at what it was. jungwon was physically aroused, his grey sweats had a small dark spot where his bulge was, slowly growing bigger with every passing moment.

jungwon’s face was entirely flushed, his eyes were glossy, and he was biting his bottom lip so cutely. “noona..” he pouted, looking down at his arousal, then back to your gawked expression. you are genuinely in a daze, like you have never seen anything this enticing before. he actually uses that to his advantage, taking your right hand and connecting it to his chest, and slowly guiding it down to his crotch.

“please help me?” jungwon whined out, slowly grinding against your hand. your face was hot, you didn’t even know what to do, much less to start? the most you guys have done was makeout. “say something…” he mewled out. still grinding, and it doesn’t look like he’ll be stopping anytime soon.

“s-sorry, i’ve just never-” you finally got out. still goggling at the sight.

“i can teach you! just pleasepleaseplease make me feel good!” he cried. “please noona i need it so bad..” he said biting his lip as he leaked more precum, using his hand to cover yours to help you grip his hard-on through the fabric. making the dark spot grow bigger.

“okay baby… i’ll help you.” you murmured. removing you hand from his junk, and wrapping your fingers around his waistband. jungwons hand grips the counter behind him and the other scrunches his shirt up while you pull his pants down just enough to free him.

he shuddered, as his length flew straight up and landed right under his belly button. his pretty cock was leaking precum like a faucet. you were amazed at how cute he was, you could sit there and stare at it all day! “f-fuck noona, please take me i-in your hand.” he pleaded. and so you did, wrapping your palm around his base with a firm grip.

“so soft noona..” jungwon mewled, hips twitching forward into your hand. “n-now move your h-hand up and fuck- down.” he whimpered, as a result of you starting mid sentence. you tried your best to stroke him at steady pace. you didn’t even need spit or lube because how much he was leaking.

“like that baby?” you asked him. jungwon nodding his head in a quick pace. “yes n-noona, just like that- hah” he moaned, hips moving involuntarily to fuck into your fist. with sudden boost of confidence, when you got to his tip, you took your thumb and rubbed his slit. causing him to gasp loudly.

the kitchen got hot, as well as the sound of jungwons noises and squelching filled the air. “so wet f’me baby” you whispered in his ear. “yesyesyes f’you, only f’you” he sobbed. you then started to lick up his jawline and leave hickeys on his soft skin. adding on to his pleasure.

“noon-ah ‘m suh-so close” he cried, breathing heavily.

“hmm? you close baby? g’na cum from my hand?” you chirped

“mmm-mhm ‘ma cum so hard f’you noona”

“ggrip me huh-harder noona pleaseplea- im sososo c-close!” he begged, and you obliged. gripping his cock harder and taking it upon yourself to stroke him faster. so fast, that his balls are bouncing up and down. drool was escaping his mouth and he was gripping the counter and his shirt so hard his knuckles were turning white.

“cumming! ‘m cumming!” he wailed. eyes rolling to the back of his head and his body shaking almost violently. cum covering your hand and spurting up his torso. some even hitting his chin. you kept working on his dick until his legs almost gave out. making him hold onto you and the counter for support.

all that could be heard in the kitchen was deep breaths as jungwon tries to regain his composure. and the sound of soft kisses being left on his neck.

THE END

he's so, so incredibly clingy— you were only gone for a few hours, yet he treats it like it's been years since he last saw you. he sits next to and watches you eat with starry eyes, neglecting his food until you scold him to eat. even then, he simply opens his mouth childishly, going "ahhhh" until you give in and feed him yourself. the victorious smile on his face is enough to keep you from getting annoyed with him.

puppy!beomgyu who can get a little possessive sometimes— but it's a normal trait for dog hybrids, isn't it? it's the only way you can reason the way he's acting tonight. you only agreed to let him be your plus one to your company dinner after he started crying when you said no; you'd only done it in fear of him getting overwhelmed from being in such a crowded room, and now you wonder if you should've put your foot down back then.

he's quiet— it's unusual to see him like this, so reserved and observant. but, that's not what's been bothering you tonight, no, it's the way he's been looking at anyone that even thinks about approaching you— his ears press flat on his head, his mouth pulling back in a snarl whenever your male coworkers greet you— when soobin manages to get past his defenses and pulls you in a quick hug, you almost think you're about to witness a fight go down.

beomgyu's not above admitting to jealousy; he's done it so freely in the past, always coming to you with a pout and a plea to not let anyone get so close with you, to not let them "scent" you. no matter how many times you told him that your human friends don't do that, he insisted anyway.

when beomgyu had pulled you away from him, nails digging into your wrist, you tried to keep calm— you knew he'd take it the wrong way if you started scolding him to behave. you do, however, have to tell beomgyu to fix his face after seeing soobin get so nervous under beomgyu's intense gaze.

it was like setting off a ticking bomb— he'd already been on edge earlier, but you think this might've pushed him past his limits. as soobin continued to laugh and joke with you, he resigned to go sit at your table and watch from afar. and while you wanted to run to his side and make sure nothing was wrong, a part of you knew it was better to leave him alone.

puppy!beomgyu who proceeds to watch you for the rest of the dinner. quiet and calm, eerily so— his dark pupils following your every move, watching you go from person to person, a bright smile on your face and your movements so free and happy; if you had looked a little closer, you would've been able to pick up on the way he was burning with jealousy.

the car ride home is dead silent. even with the radio playing, it still feels like there's no noise at all. not compared to the way he'd been talking your ear off on the way there, rambling about how excited he was to finally meet your coworkers. when you glanced over at him, he turned his back to you, looking out the window instead. his tail thumped rhythmically against the leather seats.

he gets out the car as soon as you pull into the driveway; you try to scold him for doing so while the car is still moving, but the only response you get is the slam of a car door, and the sight of him stomping off into the house. you're sitting in the driveway for a good twenty minutes, wondering what you could possibly do to remedy the situation.

it was all just a matter of jealousy, wasn't it? maybe you hadn't done enough to prepare your puppy for all the new scents, the people, everyone approaching you— you should've known better than to throw beomgyu into such a situation.

when you finally go inside your house, it's quiet… it feels wrong, stepping in such a dark and still home, always used to the white noise of the television and beomgyu's absentminded humming. instead, the only light you find is that of your bedroom lamp bleeding into the hallway. you follow the source, ready to bow your head and apologize.

but when you push open the door to your room, you find something entirely different— puppy!beomgyu lifts his face from your pillow, tear stained and flushed, his hair ruffled and falling into his eyes. when his pupils meet yours, blown out and shiny, his hips rut faster into your other, folded pillow.

he's facing you, back arching as his mouth falls open, a broken little moan slipping from his throat. his face falls back on your pillow, and he hugs the other one tighter, drool pooling out his mouth as he thrusts deeper into the makeshift hole he's made— your eyes fall to his lower half, mouth drying at the way his tail jumps with pleasure and he cries out your name.

puppy!beomgyu who begins to cry after seeing you freeze at the doorway, brows pinching together and tears dotting his lashes as his whole body flushes with humiliation— yet, he can't bring himself to stop, and his whole body rocks as he keeps going.

"m'sorry…" he whimpers, "i just— i can't… i can't stop. m'sorry…"

your heart pounds against your chest as he continues to whine for you— his stare won't leave your face, hungry for every reaction as he continues to fuck your pillow, his eyes rolling back as he inhales the faint scent of your shampoo on the fabric he's stuffed his face into— when he finally pulls back, he takes a deep breath, his ears perking up as he catches your scent change.

"master…" he begs, "please, please come touch me— i need you, please…"

embarrassed, he buries his face back in your pillow, his whines muffled and the red tips of his ears poking out. you hear your name slip from his lips, and it's enough to have you moving forward.

puppy!beomgyu who you always thought was pretty— but right now, as you turn him over and he looks up at you with big empty eyes, you think this might be the best he's ever looked, his cheeks a light pink and his dark hair splayed like a halo around his head. when you rip the pillow from his lap, his cock bounces up and against his tummy, sticky tip leaving a trail of precum against his skin— his lashes flutter, sending you a dazed smile as he watches you undress.

your puppy has always been so noisy— so it shouldn't be a surprise to hear the way he whines and whimpers at the feeling of your cunt tightening around his cock, taking him all the way and grinding down until he's bottomed out inside you. all he can do is cry out how good you feel with teary eyes, grabbing at your hips and thrusting up to try and fuck you— you have to pin his hands above his head and scold him to sit still.

puppy!beomgyu who does just that; he does whatever you tell him to, moaning out your name and apologizing for his behavior, begging for your forgiveness while you continue to ride him, your breasts bouncing in front of his face only serving to drive him mad.

"do whatever you want to me— use me, please," he whines, "but only me— i want you to look at only me, miss."

pull his hair, bite his neck, slap his face when his hips jump and he tries to control the pace— he loves it all, and he doesn't even try to hide it. he'll cry for mercy whenever you slow down, holding off from letting him cum until his chest is flushed pink and his face is shiny with tears, calling you mean but still listening when you tell him to not cum yet.

he lets this go on as long as you want it to, letting you cum on his cock over and over again, eyes rolling back every time he feels you milking him, squeezing his length tight— but he holds off from doing the same, each quiet plea instantly shut down with a look. you let it go on until he finally breaks, his nails digging into his palms as he fights to not disobey your orders to not touch you, fresh tears spilling from his eyes.

"please miss, can i cum now?" he'll sniffle softly, blinking away tears, "i promise i'll be a good boy from now on, 'm sorry for overstepping, but please— i can't hold it anymore, please—!"

you can't deny your puppy— not when he begs so sweetly, staring up at you with starry eyes as you finally give him permission to let go; he throws his head back, body tensing and his hips stuttering against yours as he cums deep inside. it's so much, and all you can do is roll your hips against his, cooing out how well he did and helping him ride out his orgasm.

"so good, so so good— y'treat me so well master, thank you," he hiccups, his cock continuing to pump you full, "i'll be a good pup from now on, i— i promise…"

puppy!beomgyu who whines for you to stay on top of him, even after he's calmed down; who says with a shy smile that you smell like him now— and when you place a fond kiss on his forehead, brushing his hair back and telling him how good he was for you, he gets hard again.

Sure, Maki never leaves you alone at parties, and if you're apart from him for more than five minutes, he always takes time to find you among the crowd to make sure you're doing okay. But he's never been this close to you. Always tending to be occupied by some game happening outside or some dance line going on in the large living room of the frat house.

Luckily, the drinks are tasty tonight. They are much to your liking, which is also unusual. however you know it's because Fuma took your request for a mango drink, being here instead of passion fruit. You make a note to thank him later.

Maki stands close, caging you against the counter, uncaring of all the people maneuvering around your bodies to try and get something from behind or in one of the coolers near you, and his tangled legs.

He won't move or say anything; he's just eyeing you. So you stare back, but that's when you see it. That fuzzy glint in his eye that he usually only gets when he's alone with you. The glint means he's feeling buttery smooth and free from all thoughts and decisions. Looking to you for all guidance.

"Baby."

"Hm?" he replies. Eyes somehow getting lower than they already beautifully droop.

"What's got you so—"

You don't finish. He's glad you don't because red flushes his skin instantly. He should have known you'd notice, you always do. Everything about him from the inside out, you understand. See.

"Don't know," he finally answers. dipping his head to hang low. meeting your shoulder in the process. The smile creeps up onto your lips, and the need to kiss him is so strong you must land one on his cheek. That should suffice for now.

"Why'd you come out if you knew you'd be so fuzzy?" Your tone is gentle, not reprimanding at all. you know Maki well enough to know that since he promised Nicho that he'd be here tonight, that's he be here no matter what. Even if he's in that space, that makes him practically grow physical ears and a tail.

"Don't know…" he repeats. This time, he gets closer to your neck and breathes in deeply and unfiltered. Not thinking one bit about how intimate you both appear in a fucking frat house kitchen.

It fits him so well that you want to giggle. Frat boy Maki, who loves to party, somehow gets puppybrained minutes into said party and wants to start scenting his girlfriend in the frat house kitchen, no care in the world about how others can see him.

You'd call that one hell of a book.

Rubbing up his arm, you trail your fingertips lightly over the taut muscles. Pale skin, solid and thick with his efforts. Gently, you stroke your fingers higher up his neck, causing a shiver to wrack down his spine. He sniffs closer to your skin, pressing hard against you.

Finally reaching the hair at his nape, you tug softly. Enough to have him nod into your neck. You need to take care of him, and the kitchen is not the spot to do so.

"Wanna head upstairs, puppy?" you whisper into his ear.

There's the slight buckle of his knees. He doesn't speak, move, or look at you. Just goes limp, and you know that's him waiting for you to take his hand and guide him up each creaky stair, until his back is against the headboard of his bed and his feet are rid of the chunky shoes he wore.

"Hurry!" he rushes as you still stand away at his closet, putting away the clothes you've stripped off of him. You aren't being slow on purpose—okay, maybe a little.

It's because, as fuzzy as Maki is right now, he's even needier in this space. Cock hard against his briefs from nothing more than having you nearby. Hands clenching and unclenching because you aren't in his grasp. It makes you want to drag his need out until he's practically drooling dumb into your neck as his cock fucks in and out of your heat.

However, tonight you just want to touch him. He'll get the treat of fucking you later tonight, perhaps— if you're feeling nice like that.

Finally, closing his closet, you tread lightly over to him. His eyes sparkle when your dress falls onto the floor. You are clad in nothing but a pair of pink panties. Lace hem with a pretty bow in the middle. He groans. The sight is enough to have him closing his eyes, trying his best to cling to some form of sanity, but the pup in him whines the closer your heat inches towards his length.

"So whiny like this, gonna let me shut you up?" he nods before you even finish the sentence. Agreeing to whatever you say, even if he doesn't know what the next word will be. You laugh before sucking your teeth.

"But what if I wanna make you loud and stupid puppy?" you frown. Rocking your hips forward once. It's enough to have him grab your hips.

"Whatever you want, whatever…j-just, me…touch me." Already so lost that he can't speak properly, but pups don't need to talk well. They just need to take, mewl, beg.

So before you say anything else, you begin a quick pace. clit rubbing against the throbbing base of him. His cock heavy against his abdomen. The damp fabric spurs you on. Feeling it through the thin pink panties. It's so good.

Maki is breathing fast, uneven, as if just having you dryhump his dick without care is taking him somewhere euphoric.

You're needy, teeth itching to bite.

Watching his pretty chest heaving up and down, you eye the dusty, rosy buds. Perk in the cold air of his frat room, practically inviting you to lick at them. Dragging your tongue up one of them without warning makes him squeak cutely.

"N…not there," he panics. A Cheshire grin takes place on your face, ignoring him. Sucking harshly before teething on the buds. Moving from one to the other until he's hot pink all over. Nipples erect and chest sucked to marks. So pretty.

"Puppy, you say one thing but look—" you hold both his pecks in your hand. squeezing them tightly before trying to push the firm muscles together.

It's embarrassing how much he's getting off to this, yet it's nothing new to you. He knows that, but what if he comes too fast? He doesn't wanna! and—

You silence all thoughts in his head.

"Shh, baby, just feel good. No one has to know how sensitive my pretty pups nipples are. No one but mama."

The title gets him close. So close, he flips you both over to gnaw at your shoulder. Rutting his sopping clothed dick up and down your slit. Gasping every time his tip catches at your entrance, he nods.

"Puppy's gonna c-cum mama," he whispers, whiny tone making you clench.

Tugging at his hair, pulling him back until his dazed eyes gaze into yours.

"Yeah, gonna make a mess on my pretty panties? Pull it out, puppy. Wanna feel it all against me." Shaky hands pull at his briefs until they are around his thick thighs. Thighs that are so strong and jiggle slightly as he thrusts his exposed length against the thin fabric that hides you from him.

It's exciting. Knowing he can feel but can't see you yet, he gives in so easily at your request to have him hang heavy against you. Marking your skin with milky white that shoots from his bruising tip.

You notice him whining, moving his chest closer to your face, the pretty pups' silent ask makes you wetter than you can describe. You hum before licking at his nipples again, sucking one and then the other hard. Flicking your tongue as the suction turns his pale skin deep red.

When he cums, he doesn't look away from you. His eyebrows furrow and his droopy eyes hold some tears at the edges. you kiss them away before taking his lips onto your own.

Feverish tongue against tongue and your teeth into his plush bottom lip. Both sighing into the kiss, he pulls back to bite at your neck. Imprinting the skin with a happy hum when he's satisfied with how deep it is. You'd think he's an actual puppy hybrid with how much it states his need and somehow gets him half hard again.

The thick cum on your panties makes you tap it into your clit. Pulling the panties to the side and toying with Maki's cum into your wetness until it's mixed. Shivering, he watches, tongue darting out to wet his lips. You automatically know where his mind went. Your needy lil thing.

"Taste it for me, puppy?"