#sub!soobin

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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If beomgyu were to describe his flatmate, the adjectives that first come to mind would be timid, shy, polite and quietly considerate.

Both of you had a list of chores of who took care of what in the flat, stuck colour coded to the fridge, with beomgyu’s main responsibility to take out the bins and sometimes if he’d simply forget to, you’d quietly do it yourself and just send him a small message, 'You forgot the bins. But it's okay I took it out :) <3’ and he’d profusely apologise, 'I'M SOSORRY OMGG', genuinely guilt ridden and promising you he'd definitely remember next time.

You never got angry or irritated with him. In fact, Beomgyu can't even remember a time where he's genuinely seen you angry. Because, that was just the kind of person you were. And that was frankly insane, since beomgyu knew how annoying he can be at times.

You had even taken care of him once when he’d returned stumbling back home, smashed from hitting all the clubs, the goofiest grin spread across his face as he’d nearly toppled into the coat rack trying to take his shoes off. You’d helped him into his bed even though you were asleep before hearing all the ruckus he’d made, beomgyu drunk but very aware of the warmth of your hands on him and the proximity of your body trying to keep him up, steering him into his room.

Even that time when beomgyu was ill with a terrible, hellish sore throat and had skipped his lectures, laying in bed with a miserable pout and croaking like a dying frog, you’d knocked on his door, asking him if he was okay and even made your own concoction of honey and lemon juice hot water for him to drink, telling him it’d make him feel better. It did, and it also had made his heart flutter embarrassingly too much for someone who only received a homemade remedy from their flatmate. (He may or may not have nearly cried after you left, but the gesture had gone straight to his heart ! And being sick always makes him really emotional and dramatic, especially since he’d felt lonely the whole day, wallowing in self pity under the covers.)

And when beomgyu has stressful end of semester exams and stays for late hours cooped in the library, too tired and broke and thinking of just skipping dinner, you even leave some of your food you’d made for yourself for him when he comes back. He’d eat it all, finding he was actually extremely hungry, cheeks full and chest warming in gratitude, sending you a sleepy 'Thank you so much >_< !' before faceplanting into his pillow and dozing off.

Now, Beomgyu wasn’t a terrible flatmate himself, and actually, beomgyu prides himself in being pretty clean and organised. Nothing makes his eye twitch more than when the cupboards and fridge are all cluttered with food and filled with expired jars and he’s always the one to rearrange them, lining up all the items. Beomgyu puts everything into different categories and shelves that make sense for them to be, shooting you a proud look whenever you notice, but sometimes, yes, at times he can just be a little forgetful. But he doesn’t mean to be.

Beomgyu does try to do things for you too and he likes doing it too like, making you a coffee when he sees you still up and studying, sending you encouraging messages in the morning when he knows you have exams telling you ‘you’ve got this ! Fighting !!’ with a string of silly emojis. He asks if you need anything when he’s going out to do his weekly shop of necessities. And when he did his laundry, he’d knock on your door, asking you if you have your own clothes you wanted to toss for the wash too, because he really doesn’t mind also doing yours. So, he really hopes you don’t think he’s the worst flatmate actually, because he tries.

Were you guys close? He’d say you were partially, pretty close. Close enough to watch things on the tv in the shared living room often together. You’d chat then too and he’d make you laugh with his commentary, trying to get you out your shell just a little more. Close enough to eat together sometimes and talk about random things. Close enough to swap playlists and exchange each of your favourite songs of the week. Close enough that you’d both grumble about your subjects together, complaining about assignments.

Sometimes, you even walked to campus in the mornings together when your lectures lined up, your steps matching his, both of you walking a bit too close, your bag bumping into his side every now and then as you chatted about whatever, dropping you off at your lecture hall before making it to his hurriedly. Those walks always felt way too short to him.

All in all, beomgyu would say you were an amazing flatmate. He’s lucky to have been randomly selected you to share with. Some people got stuck with nightmare flatmates who stole food, that didn’t clean after themselves, and threw loud parties at 3am. You were more like, the dream flatmate.

And beomgyu also won’t lie and say he hadn’t maybe, just maybe, perhaps, developed the tiniest crush on you somewhere along the way. Because he may have. Really minuscule though, basically microscopic. Barely even there. Nothing to worry about at all. But what can he say, you were so cute and sweet and calming ! Like a momentary gentle, blissful breeze in his chaotic world of tropical cyclones.

So, you can only imagine how Beomgyu reacts one night when he’s scrolling through his anonymous twitter account he uses solely for viewing porn, slightly horny and frustratedly crazed by now when he can’t find a good enough video to jerk off to. Everything he had bookmarked just wasn’t doing it for him, he’d watched them all so many times, countless times, it was just boring, uninspiring, so dull now.

He attempts to find new material, digging deeper, desperately looking through the accounts he follows for something decent, even clicking on the accounts that they’ve quote retweeted from and the accounts that they’ve retweeted from and so on, and so on.

Come on, something, anything to get him off so he can finally go to sleep. But it’s all the same repetitive, bland shit, fake moans, overacting, terrible angles, somethings just downright concerning. Beomgyu huffs as he swipes out of yet another video. And he’s about to surrender for the night, having totally given up when-

Beomgyu blinks and pauses, then squints, tilting his head.

He sees something. It’s a short clip, no longer than thirty seconds, shaky camera, pretty bad lighting and shit quality, but it catches his eye: a woman her back facing the camera, their pretty hand pumping a dude’s cock, but not nicely. Like, meanly ? The dude’s wrists were tied together too with a pink silk ribbon as he begs, thighs trembling and he was sobbing. Actually…sobbing. The woman speaks saccharinely to him, voice low and commanding “Don’t you dare cum unless I say you can, ‘kay?”

Beomgyu’s stomach does a weird flip.

Huh.

He’s never seen something like this before. Now, he’s not a completely vanilla person, he admits, but he’s never thought of this. It’s not exactly his usual cup of tea, he thinks? Beomgyu’s thumb hovers contemplatively, then he presses the button to the username of the original account a little too swiftly.

He views the whole profile, it’s a ‘femdom’ account. He clicks curiously on the most recent video and beomgyu’s jaw completely drops in pure, utter, sheer bewilderment once it loads.

What. The. Living. Fuck.

“Owww! Fuck! Ugh…” Beomgyu rubs his nose, scrunching his face in pain as, in his absolute shock, had accidentally smacked his phone right onto his face. Then he lifts his phone again just to check once more. He’s hallucinating, he’s sleep deprived, so horny he’s gone into some psychosis maybe—no, he’s right.

Beomgyu’s world has imploded.

The video had loaded and it was much clearer, the girl’s face much more visible.

That—it almost looks like—you. His flatmate. It has to be you. It must be you. It looks exactly like you. It’s definitely you. And he’s so sure of it because the woman is also wearing the exact bracelet you never take off, the one you had told him was gifted by your grandmother.

His timid, shy, polite and quietly considerate flatmate. Except, you’re spitting filthy, dirty, commanding words beomgyu didn’t even think you’d have knowledge of, much less would ever say. And you’re domming the shit out of a dude. You. What is going on…?!

You’re calling the guy pathetic, telling him to beg harder, your hand relentless around him as he squirms, sobs, drools for you. The way you looked while pumping this guy’s dick, your demeanour, your voice, sweetly taunting, it was so far removed from the you beomgyu thought he knew, that beomgyu genuinely thought he was in some kind of alternative universe right now.

What’s worse is that the scandalous words you’re spewing to the other guy has beomgyu’s cheeks heating up extremely fast, a flush crawling all the way up to his ears, and what you’re doing makes beomgyu’s dick give a sharp, embarrassing eager twitch at the sight. Oh, fuck no. No. He couldn’t. No. This was wrong. So fucking wrong. This was you ! But, everything you were doing, you were so terrifyingly hot. And beomgyu found himself weirdly hard as hell, aching and straining against his pyjama bottoms, considering every other porn clip he’d been going through hadn’t prior.

Beomgyu couldn’t help himself. He was trying for this the whole night. He was so needy and horny now and it was starting to hurt ! He knows he’s going to hell for this, he knows he’s a pervert, a creep, the worst flatmate in the world right now, but, fuck it. He’ll condemn for his sins later, he’ll never do it again, he’ll never look at your account ever again, he’ll erase it from his memories after this, he just needs this so bad right now.

And so, beomgyu’s hand goes straight down his plaid pyjama bottoms with the most embarrassingly, disgusting desperation he’s ever felt, hurriedly wrapping his hand around his dick, jerking himself off frantically. He slaps his other hand over his mouth so he doesn’t make a noise, so you wouldn’t hear him jerking off to you in the next room as he watches you ruin another dude on his phone.

Beomgyu’s mind is screaming. What are you doing, what are you doing, this is your flatmate, you’re going to hell, you’re insane !

But it just feels too good, his hips jerking up into his palm, eyes glued to the screen as you staunch off the other guy’s orgasm, slapping his balls and Beomgyu’s never been more turned on in his life. He’s moaning into his palm, muffled, shamefully as he fucks into his fist, and it’s so humiliating that this is what finally does it for him, of all things. It’s so, so wrong. But beomgyu is too far gone to care at this point, hips stuttering as he continues to move his hand over his cock, teeth biting down on his palm so hard and pressing it further to his mouth so you really can’t hear him whimpering.

Beomgyu cums pathetically fast. Mortifyingly fast. For some reason, the thought of him in that guy’s place, you saying those things to him instead, had made him cum even harder, spilling thick ropes of cum all over his fist. He pants, his bangs sweaty and sticking to his forehead, chest heaving and staring at his ceiling in stunned silence, he feels like he’s ascending, like he could go to heaven.

That is, until the post nut clarity hits, and - no, it’s definitely hell he’s going.

He feels repulsive, guilty, filthy.

It was a one time thing, a slip up, a moment of weakness, it’d never happen again.

That’s what beomgyu had promised himself, but then the night came once again and he couldn’t find a good enough clip to get him off once more, the porn still unsurprisingly abysmal. He bit his lip, internally struggling with himself, angel and devil debating with each other on his shoulder, but alas he chose the devil’s side and quickly typed your username into the search bar.

It started to become a regular occurrence. It was the only thing he could jerk off to anymore. He was addicted, obsessed.

He’d never really looked at femdom stuff before, never thought he’d be into that. It felt too intense. Too embarrassing. Too emasculating. He was the one in charge, right? He liked being in control. Maybe he’s not even into it, maybe it’s just the absurdity of it all, the taboo-ness, the fact it’s just his cute flatmate he’s always had a crush on making porn, not the actual femdom aspect of it, no.

And yet, beomgyu, who said he’s never been into this kind of stuff, was still jerking off to every single one of your videos every night.

He feels guilty, he really does. Especially when you were still your sweet self, when you’d still do all these sweet things for him, when he’d see you cooking in the kitchen and the images of the videos he’d been watching and him moaning into his pillow came to mind. He still found it shocking that you were the same person. It was totally disorienting.

But technically, your videos are made for people to jerk off to it, you make your money off of it, you profit off of it, it’s not like he’s the only guy doing this, in fact, he’s increasing your view count, boosting your engagement. He’s helping you ! Could even think of it as one of the many ways beomgyu tries to do things for you in return. Yeah, yeah…

It makes sense now, how you had so much random expensive shit and collected things as a college student. He just always thought you had super rich parents or something.

You always filmed the videos with the same guy too and beomgyu recognised him as Choi Soobin, another student in your course and he’d frequent your room or you’d say you were going to his and studying with him but you were probably filming porn with him this whole time. He thought you guys were just friends. Were you dating? With the brief hi’s and small talk he’d have with soobin when he was at the flat, he’d always fucked with him, thought he was a pretty chill, cool guy. But now, every time, you’d say you were going to meet up with soobin, it filled him with this annoyance at the name. Fuck soobin, man. Why does soobin get to see that side of you? Why couldn’t it be beomgyu?

He wished you’d put him in his place, he was so jealous of soobin, he wants to know what it feels like in real life too. To have you saying that to him instead, have you touching him, you fucking him. He needs it. He fantasises about it all the time. Maybe if he keeps being an annoying flatmate, if he keeps on forgetting to do his chores, you’ll finally snap and get mad at him. Maybe you’d punish him, fuck him stupid? Maybe he should start doing that, turn into an insufferable flatmate. You’re always so calm, you never get angry at him. He wants you to get angry at him, wants you to yell at him, wants you to be mean to him.

Like routine, beomgyu was watching the latest clip you had posted, laying in his bed with his marshall headphones and his phone, a dim, sleepy, amber glow over his room from his fairy lights as he fisted his cock with a mix of shame and arousal. His room looked quite wholesome and warm right now. A stark contrast to what he was doing in it. When he’d first arrived at the flat, he’d meticulously decorated his room to make it look all pretty, he’d been planning it all in his head before he even got there, he loved the sort of vintage, nostalgic vibe, decorating it as so.

“You’ve been touching yourself without permission haven’t you? You tut at soobin onscreen. “What a pervert. So disappointing.”

It was as if you knew beomgyu was watching, and he could imagine you saying it to him instead which only made him move his hand over his dick faster, biting his lip as he tries so hard not to whimper loudly.

“Touch your nipples for me too, baby.”

You instruct soobin and so beomgyu does it too, one of his hands reaching up to flick his nipple experimentally. Beomgyu gasps out at the sensitive feeling, continuing to flick his nipple with his finger again and again and then he cums with a startled loud yelp he hadn’t meant to let out. Beomgyu slaps a hand to his mouth instantly, praying that you’re fast asleep right now as he lets out pathetic shaky breaths, cum pooling on his tummy. Woah, he never knew this about himself.

In fact, with all the videos he’d watched on your account, he’s been discovering more and more things he never thought he’d ever be into, all because of you.

Beomgyu practically sprinted back from campus. You’d uploaded a new video whilst he was in his lecture. He’d received the notification but he obviously couldn’t watch it there, so he had to wait for all of his classes to be over, the day going by excruciatingly slow.

Beomgyu bursts into the flat and into his room with one singular goal. He jumps onto his bed, finds your twitter through his anonymous account, clicks on the recently uploaded, excitedly anticipating. Then he rummages through his bag next to him for his marshall headphones and-oh shit. They’re not there. Where would he have put them? Then he remembers with a disappointed groan, he’d left them on the library desk when he’d taken a short nap in between classes. It’s okay, he can just retrieve his precious headphones back from the library office. But is there time to go all the way back? He can watch it without headphones. You weren’t here, the flat was empty, you’d said you were going to hang out with soobin so you wouldn’t be back for a while. It’s fine. He doesn’t need them. What he does need is to watch the video though.

And so he does, he presses play.

You’re edging soobin again and beomgyu matches, trying to mimic your movements on soobin’s dick, trying to imagine you were edging him instead and it really doesn’t take long for him to lose his grip on reality, lost in his imagination. He’s so completely immersed by now, his moans getting louder and needier, unabashed and shameless and it feels so good to touch his dick, finally moan unrestricted without being scared you’d hear.

Beomgyu’s gasping now, trembling, edging himself just like you told Soobin to, whining out your name. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, please!” His eyes glassy, face scrunched up and sweaty and so into it, like you’re really there.

“You don’t deserve to cum today at all.” you spat in the video, stopping your movements on soobin’s dick.

“N-no, no, please! Don’t stop-ah, y/n…! I’ll be good.” Beomgyu babbles to no one, worriedly, furrowing his brow.

Beomgyu is completely engrossed in his fantasy, so engrossed, he doesn’t hear the front door open, doesn’t hear your footsteps over the squelching noises of his wet dick over his hand, over his loud as hell moans, over the video of your voice on full volume which is the only thing his ears are paying attention to.

He didn’t even realise his door wasn’t properly shut, hadn’t bothered to close it in his excitement when he came back, didn’t think it would be a problem at all.

The second you stepped in and heard your own voice from Beomgyu’s room, followed by his loud whimpers and moans of your name, you paused. Completely stunned. Unable to do anything else for a few seconds, but stand in disbelief.

You pushed the door open slightly with one finger, peering in. This wasn’t disrespecting someone’s privacy if he was so shamelessly jerking off, if he was literally watching your videos. You had a right. And you were curious.

The idiot still doesn’t even notice that his door is open, that you’re watching him, too lost in pleasure, eyes squeezed tightly shut, mouth hanging open, his back arching, hips lifting slightly off his bed as he ruts into his hand.

What the hell.

You’d never expected beomgyu to be so dirty like this. He was just your silly, funny flatmate that made your heart flutter just a little sometimes. And he was jerking off to your account? How did he even find it?

You couldn’t help but think he looked gorgeous like this though and it was definitely doing something to you to see him in this state. You’d never thought beomgyu would be into any of this, into your account.

You clear your throat.

“OH MY GOD-!” Beomgyu screams comically high pitched and his eyes widen in pure horror and terror, scrambling to pull his underwear up and trying to cover his body with his sheets, throwing his phone away so fast, but then realising the video is still on and you can still hear your voice and soobin’s. Beomgyu quickly reaches back for it, fumbling to try to pause it, body and whole face as red as the ripest strawberry. “Y-y/n-i-i-shit—I’m s-so sorry, I’m s-sorry, I w-wasn’t, I wasn’t—I mean I was, but not like that—I’ll move out. I’ve disrespected you. I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me—I-I’ll-I’ll move out tomorrow-!”

Beomgyu was genuinely crying. Actual tears, bottom lip wobbly and hiccuping so cutely. It was endearing and also amusing. This was all working in your favour.

“Beomgyu,” you interrupt his panicked ramblings, crossing your arms. “Relax. I’m not mad. Don’t you want me to touch you?”

He stops. Mouth agape.

“I…what.”

“Don’t you want me to fuck you? Wanna know what it actually feels like?”

Beomgyu blinks, not believing these are real words coming out of your mouth. “A-are you serious? What—what about Soobin? Aren’t you guys dating?”

“No we’re not dating, we’re just partners. We had a little fight and he backed out on filming today. I need someone else.” You look beomgyu up and down, satisfied at what you see. “You’ll do.”

Beomgyu’s jaw drops, “Me??!!”

“Unless you don’t want to. Then, that’s fine.”

Beomgyu shakes his head vehemently, still in shock that any of this is happening. How have you not kicked him out of the flat?! “No. No. I want to! I really want to!”

Beomgyu has never subbed before.

This was all terrifyingly new. He feels like a virgin all over again. Nervous, embarrassed, not sure what to do. But the second you shove him flat on the bed, rubbing him through his calvin klein underwear and messily making out with him, he gives into you just so, so, so easily, instantly melting at your small touch. The neediest sounds he’s ever heard from himself make before, that he tries so hard to suppress, but ultimately leaving his mouth, humiliatingly high. He still can’t believe any of this is even real right now.

Beomgyu breaks from the kiss reluctantly, eyes half lidded and his lips swollen and sticky from your lip gloss, whole body heated up, whimpering as you still grind your palm on his clothed dick. He grasps tightly onto the fabric of your top, gripping it. “Ah…don’t want you to go soft on me…” beomgyu looks into your eyes so sincerely, so earnestly, so serious with his big brown eyes, “Please…want you to be mean to me, want you to use me. I can take it all….Wanna be better than soobin. I can.”

You giggle at him, cocking an eyebrow, “You want me to be mean?”

Beomgyu nods quickly, holding onto your shirt tighter. “Please….”

“You think you can take it?”

“Yeah, yeah…I can.”

You lean in, pressing your lips just beside his ear, breath hot as he closes his eyes, nervously. “But you already look so gone, gyu.”

Beomgyu whimpers and shakes his head, skin prickling up at that. “No! I-I’m not. I swear.”

“Prove it to me then.” You challenge, grinning, completely entertained by beomgyu’s response.

He watches as you grab your phone, propping it up and pressing record, then sliding your panties down, taking them off, hearing beomgyu’s breath catch audibly in his throat.

You cryptically smile as you make your way back to the bed, climbing on top, standing and hovering over beomgyu’s face where he lays. His pupils dilate so wide and then he stares up at your pretty pussy in awe, seemingly entranced, lips slightly parted. He just looks so incredibly dumb it’s cute.

You slowly lower yourself onto his face, smothering him with your pussy and beomgyu wastes absolutely no time, gripping onto the plush of your thighs hard and already diving in, eagerly lapping at your pussy like a starved puppy, getting to work, concentrating so hard on eating you out, shuddering and shakily trying to keep it together but he’s falling apart already.

The sounds over the room are so obscene and nasty as beomgyu slurps and sucks and basically makes out with your pussy sloppily, his beautifully sculpted nose bumping against your clit and you have to admit, beomgyu is pretty damn good at this. Soobin is usually so careful, so shy and slow at eating you out but beomgyu is the complete opposite, licking at your pussy so fervently, so messy, so diligently as if it was his only purpose in life.

“Gosh, gyu.” You sigh out, running your fingers through his hair, “So you were getting off to my videos this whole time? You’re really the nastiest pervert I know.” Beomgyu just whines and cries out muffled pitifully beneath you, the sound vibrating straight to your core. “Stick your tongue out for me.”

He obeys instantly, sticking his tongue out for you like a panting dog and you begin to ride his face harshly. “You have such a ridable face, gyu. Should I ride your face all the time?” Beomgyu moans whorishly loud into your cunt in response to that, attempting to nod. You’re just completely using his face now, roughly gripping his hair and savagely grinding yourself on him, literally suffocating him with your pussy but beomgyu loves it, he loves that you’re finally roughing him up, loves that he finally gets to see this side of you too.

His poor dick is all leaky and flushed, throbbing as he humps the air desperately, wanting to feel some sort of friction to try and relieve himself just a little but he ruts into nothing, whining sorrowfully into your cunt.

He begins to choke slightly underneath you from the lack of air but he doesn’t try to get you off him at all, taking it all, just his shiny teary puppy eyes staring up at you.

“Yeah, that’s it. I’m cumming, gyu. Such a good boy for me.” You shudder, tugging on his hair harder, riding his face impossibly deeper and finally cumming all on his pretty face. Beomgyu splutters and chokes but at the sound of your praise, and you calling him a good boy, he blushes and malfunctions, brain short circuiting. A good boy…he’s spiralling. It sounds so good coming out of your mouth. He never knew he wanted to be called a good boy so bad. His hips jerk wildly, like the praise alone had nearly made him cum too.

When you finally lifted yourself off his face, beomgyu gasps out for air, breathing in and out and taking in deep shaky breaths. His swollen plump lips, chin, nose, the whole of his lower face completely drenched and soaked, glistening in your juices.

“Holy shit...” Beomgyu licks his lips and around his mouth, savouring the taste of you, looking so completely blissed out, dazedly smiling so stupid and dopey and so content with his life.

You can’t help but laugh and scoff at the ridiculous look on his face. You take your phone once again and move further down on his body, straddling his hips, pinning his wrists down beside his head on the pillow. You bring your phone to his face, angling the camera and filming him. He suddenly gets camera shy and embarrassed, self conscious, realising, really realising that this was all being filmed, that it’s his expression being filmed now and not soobin’s, that everyone can see him reduced to this state for you. Isn’t that embarrassing for a man?

He turns his face, trying to hide in the crook of his arm, cheeks red with shame. You giggle, amused. “Oh, so now you’re shy?” You coo and tug his arm away gently, exposing his face again. His blush impossibly deepens.

But he can’t seem to care at all once you start sliding on his wet dick and he lets out a sharp intake, shivering and entirely squirming at the feeling, eyes rolling, “s-sshit!” Beomgyu shuts his eyes in pleasure, eyelashes fluttering obnoxiously prettily. This is all so surreal still. You meanly laugh at the look on his face, shoving the phone more in his face, moving his cock against your folds up and down.

“Oh,” Beomgyu breathes out as you unceremoniously sink down on him in one go, “Oh, fuck—” His eyes literally go cross eyed at the feeling of being inside your pussy. You swivel your hips around him and he gasps for air, his back arching tensely. Then you begin to ride him, he turns into even more of a melted puddle, brain completely slushed, in complete ecstasy. For a second, he attempts to suppress his moans again, but then realises he actually just doesn’t give a fuck at all, and starts moaning out so brazenly loud.

“Is this better than watching me online? Hm? Better than how you fantasised every night?” You bounce on his dick, unrelentingly.

"Mmmggh. ‘Sso good…pussy so good. Better than i everr ‘maginedd.” Beomgyu slurs, mouth hanging open and so fucked out, drooling all over himself.

You chuckle lowly, “Open your mouth.”

He does so, mindlessly, just looking up at you with his sparkly round eyes. You lean down, grabbing his jaw, tilting his face up and using your thumb to softly trace over his delicious bottom lip, wiping away some of the drool that was dribbling at the corner of his mouth. You bring yourself closer, spitting in his mouth and landing on his waiting tongue. He moans like he was being fed something divine, sticking his tongue back in, closing his mouth and pliantly swallowing, his sharp adam’s apple bobbing, then he sticks his tongue out like a slut again, asking for more. You shake your head and laugh breathlessly, aroused at how hot he looks. You spit into his mouth once again, kissing him roughly right after, swirling your tongue and sharing your spit and saliva messily with him. Beomgyu just moans into your mouth more, bucking his hips and meeting your movements needily, swallowing once you stop kissing him.

You fuck him frantically and unforgiving, throwing your phone off to the side so you can properly ride him, pinning both his wrists as his head lolls and moves with every violent bounce.

“Please…can I cum?” Beomgyu chokes out, eyes rolling to the back of his head, he’s surprised he’s even gotten this far without blowing his load.

You give him a disappointed look and tsk, “Already? But I thought you said you could take it or was that all just talk? The real thing too much for you?” You mock him, tilting your head down at him.

“Please, I c-can’t take it anymore.” He looks up at you with his pretty doe, puppy dog eyes, pouting at you in despair, purposefully batting and fluttering his long lashes with full intention to get you to give into him, you get lost in those eyes… and, for a split second, you almost do, but then you furrow your brows at him.

“Yes you can. You can hold it for longer.” You tell him sternly.

“A-at least slow down then, pleasee!” Beomgyu pleads.

You scoff. “No.”

He whines but doesn’t do anything else, hands bunched into tight fists to try and staunch his orgasm off, fighting with his own body for you. He doesn’t want to make you disappointed even more, he’s being such a bad sub and he’s so upset at himself.

You just go faster in spite of him, even sadistically clenching tightly around his dick from time to time and he loses his mind, fearfully moaning like a bitch now, nearing his breaking point, his messy damp bangs falling into his eyes that he can’t see anything, just scrambling to keep himself from cumming and biting his lip so hard it hurts.

He can be good he can be good he can be good he can be good he can be good he can be good-

You feel him twitching inside you, and then he cums, whole body convulsing, spurting his load inside your pussy. It hits him so hard, that for a moment his mind goes blank. It feels too good, he forgets for a second, losing himself in the pleasure and going limp, eyes fluttering closed and sighing out as if he’s floating.

But then he remembers.

He jolts upright, eyes flying open wide, face full of alarm. His breath catches and he stares at you in shock, as if only just realising now what he's done.

"Oh god. Oh god, I'm sorry. I’m so sorry." Beomgyu freaks out, panicked and nervous, stuttering out apologies, just as surprised about his orgasm as you were. "I-i didn't mean to! I s-swear-" Beomgyu cries out excuses in humiliation. He swears he’s never prematurely came like that. He’s never came that fast before. It’s just because it’s you. He’s never felt anything like this before. It’s too much.

You slap him across his face and he gasps, bringing his hand to his now stinging, reddened cheek, looking up at you with shocked teary eyes. “Did you just cum in me?!” You say in disbelief and fury at him. But his dick twitches inside you again at the slap and the scolding. He can’t believe he actually just made you angry. He’s never seen you this angry, never seen you look at him this way and it’s so hot.

You expected him to look at you like a sad little puppy getting told off but he just looks so purely excited. “Did you seriously get turned on from me slapping you? You like this?” You strike him across his other cheek. He lets out a tiny hiss, his face turning to the side in his pillow, mouth in an ‘o’ shape, blinking hazily and he looks so sexy like that. Then he nods happily, eagerly, grinning, lips parted around a long moan that he doesn't even try to hide. “Wow. You’re not good for anything but being a pervert, aren’t you? So much for proving yourself better than soobin.” You slap his cheek lightly again, goading him.

That makes his expression fall, hurt splashing on his face, frowning. “No I can. Please cum on my dick. I-i can take it.” He looks like he’s about to cry because he disappointed you, and also because he hates soobin and so desperately wants to be the one you use. Hopefully you’ll use him more after this, and get rid of soobin for good.

“You couldnt even take it before.” You sneer.

He looks at you with his lips heavily downturned it’s comical. “No I can take it this time. Use me. Please. I’m your toy.” His eyes go half lidded just thinking about it, licking his lips, hips bucking involuntarily inside of you at the thought.

So you grab his shoulders, starting to move on his dick again and he winces from the overstimulation, you lift yourself off and slam back down, bouncing on him faster and faster as he writhes and you dig your nails into his shoulder hard, his doll lashes clumped together with tears.

You fuck the life out of him, hips slamming down without mercy, pace rough and so cruel, and all he can do is just emit the most garbled moans and sounds, throwing his head back, taking whatever you give him, so deliriously far gone by now. He loves this so much, loves you wrecking him, loves you fucking him, it feels so good to just let you do whatever with him.

You bring one of your hands to rub at your clit to get you to reach your high and bring your other hand to flick at beomgyu’s nipple. The reaction is instant, his whole body jerking. He’d already recently discovered how sensitive his nipples really are but for some reason you touching them made them 10x more sensitive and it just felt too good, his cries accelerating and elevating in pitch, strangled moans leaving him like a girl.

One last look at the fucked out boy underneath you and you cum around his poor cock, clenching down hard, squeezing every drop of sanity out of his poor body.

“You can cum, puppy.” You tell him sweetly, cupping his cheek, seeing how he was trying so hard not to for you, waiting for you to tell him, and with a sinful cry and hearing the pet name come out your mouth that flusters him greatly, beomgyu cums inside you once more, shooting copious amounts into you. His whole body lifts off the bed in one final arch, eyes rolling back completely, mouth slack, tears streaking down his cheeks, lips trembling as he moans your name over and over again.

You find your phone and make sure to film his gorgeous, ruined face as he orgasms hard. He lays there in a complete daze. Mind gone. Collapsing. Beomgyu thinks it’s the most intense orgasm he’s ever had in his life, feeling like he’s going to pass out, his vision swimming, feeling euphoric. And he needs a while to finally come back down to earth.

After the sex, you’re reverted back to your normal, how beomgyu would say it, ‘timid, shy, polite and quietly considerate’ self, saying so much praises to beomgyu, wiping him off, kissing him.

Beomgyu hugs you tightly, arms wrapping around your waist with the intention of not letting go any time soon. His head burrows into your neck, face flushed and sticky against your skin as you run your fingers through his hair.

“I never knew you were like this…” beomgyu mumbles into your skin, sleepily.

You giggle, “I never knew you were like this either.” You raise a brow at him and he blushes, embarrassed, hiding his face in your neck, making you laugh and he hits you playfully. “Why?” You tease, Do you like it more?”

“I like every part of you.” Beomgyu kisses your neck, so happily and smiling down at you with such intensity, you don’t know what to make of it.

Soobin saw the notification whilst laying in bed, clicking on it. He watches the recently uploaded video, bitterly. It was beomgyu. His hands clench tightly, annoyed, pissed off, especially at seeing how many likes it got, more than usual, feeling his heart break into two, chest aching. You didn’t even ask him how he felt about it.

He’d backed out of filming that day, told you he didn’t feel like it, which was true but he obviously didn’t tell you the reason why. He’d been thinking about you all day and just felt if he filmed with you that day, he’d feel even more like shit, that his heart wouldn’t be able to take it. He didn’t think you’d go to him.

He’d always had this inkling about beomgyu, always something off about that dude. Too obvious. Soobin had picked up on it instantly. That barely concealed crush he tried to pass off as casual friendliness. He'd always felt slightly threatened by him. When you know someone could take something from you without even realising. But you’d said he was just your flatmate. Clearly that wasn’t it anymore.

He’d known from the start what this was. He told himself he was fine with it, in fact, he was the one who had suggested it, being used, being filmed, being close to you in some way, because at least it was something. And he liked being that. Liked that he got to see parts of you no one else did. It made him feel special.

But now beomgyu had that too. And he wasn’t sure whether he’d have to share you now, or if you’d totally discard him.

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you and soobin have been dating for a while now.

you're both in the same class for one of your college subjects, but what really brought you two closer was some mutual friends. it was all very simple and casual. you started hanging out with your friends, until the group outings became just the two of you, and it didn't take long for soobin to ask you to be his girlfriend.

despite your busy schedules, your dynamic has always been great, and you've always made time for each other, no matter how busy or exhausted you were. that is, until soobin bought his ps5.

you usually didn't care about the games or the time your boyfriend spent playing them before—sometimes you even played with him, and you were certainly extremely happy and proud of your boyfriend for his achievement; he saved money and worked hard for a while to be able to have this small accomplishment, and nobody knew that better than you. but when your rare time together was wasted because he didn't want to leave the house to go on dates, or when you decided you were going to spend the night at your boyfriend's house and he told you the same "five more minutes, i'm almost done" over and over again until you gave up and went to sleep without him, you just wanted to throw the damn ps5 away and scream at him.

you sigh again, bored of scrolling through your instagram timeline for the past two hours when you could be cuddling with your boyfriend.

"soob..." you call, your voice heavy with a whine and annoyance you didn't bother to hide, your pout easily identifiable in your tone.

"yes, baby?" he replies without even looking in your direction. you sigh.

"soob, come stay with me, you're always on that game," you grumble, annoyed. he takes a few seconds to respond, showing he's barely paying attention to you.

"i'm coming, just a little longer, only five players left, i'm think i'm gonna win this one," he replies, his eyes still glued to the game.

"you said the same thing the last three times," you snapped, irritation flaring. "i don't know why i still bother coming to your house, when you clearly prefer fortnite to me." your eyes fill with tears.

"hm..." he murmurs, clearly not paying attention to you. "what? no, baby, that's not it... it's just... shit!" he doesn't even bother to finish his thought when another player appears in his line of sight, turning all his attention back to the game. "beomgyu, i saw someone hiding behind that car!" he warns his friend, adjusting his headphones again. you shift in the cold sheets of your boyfriend's bed, annoyed, when an idea crosses your mind.

you jump up, attracting soobin's attention, but it's your turn to ignore him, heading towards your boyfriend's wardrobe, looking for something. his attention doesn't stay on you for long, and soon he's completely focused on the screen.

you smile when you find the white vibrator that you two sometimes used among your boyfriend's things. you lie down on the bed and take off your pants and panties, wearing only his loose t-shirt, which you pull up to above your chest, leaving them exposed. you let out a little laugh, which soobin doesn't hear, distracted as he's arguing with his friend.

you reach for the tube of lubricant in the bedside drawer and pour some onto the vibrator and your hand. you tense slightly, running it over your sensitive nipples, eliciting a hissing sound from your lips—soobin doesn't seem to notice, engrossed in the video game. you sigh and lower the toy directly to the already throbbing spot between your legs, soaked just thinking about punishing your boyfriend for his lack of attention to you. your fingers pinch your nipple, rotating it between your fingers while pressing the vibrator against your pulsating clit, the sudden stimulation drawing a moan from deep in your throat, not too loud, but loud enough to catch soobin's attention, who immediately turns in his chair, his eyes wide and almost choking on his own saliva at the sight of you.

"w-what are you-" he begins, clearly affected, but is interrupted by a shout from beomgyu in his headset —from the bed, you can hear him yelling to your boyfriend to focus, that they are going to lose. soobin swallows hard, but still turns to the computer screen, which infuriates you.

you huff and refocus on yourself, twirling your fingers on your nipple before giving your sensitive tit a light slap. the sound of the slap and the whimpering you let out fills the room, making soobin shift uncomfortably in his chair.

"soobinie," you mutter, and that seems to be enough to break him. from the bed, you can see soobin's character fall, dropping items, and the screen darkens, showing his rank. soobin quickly mutters some apologies to beomgyu, closes the game, and turns off the console. you smirk victoriously.

soobin gets up from the chair, and you giggle at the prominent bulge in your boyfriend's sweatpants. he approaches the bed quickly, his eyes wandering over your body, swallowing hard, but you stop him with your foot before he can climb onto the bed with you.

"w-what? why?" he whimpers, the scene resembling a thirsty man being denied water.

"why?" you laugh sharply. "baby, you made your choice, you chose to play with your video game, now i choose to play with my toy." you smile, letting out a moan as you stimulate your clit with the silicone head of the vibrator. soobin's eyes fill with despair as he watches the scene, he squirms, clearly holding back. his eyes force themselves away from your pussy and meet yours, which stare back at him with amusement.

"i-i... i'm sorry..." his eyes darted over your body, your hardened nipples and the toy threatening to enter your sweet cunt that he wanted to stick himself in. he didn't seem to know what to do with his own hands, nor did he seem to know why he was apologizing. this thought makes you laugh. you move the toy away from your entrance to show him the mixture of your juices with the lubricant, his breath catches and eyes light up at the sight.

"sit down, soobin," you command, and he tries to sit on the bed, but you stop him. "not on the bed, in your chair," he grumbles, but obeys, bringing the chair he'd been comfortably sitting in for the past few hours closer to the bed —the chair suddenly didn't seem so comfortable anymore. "great," you smile, sitting on the bed and taking off your shirt. "now soobinie, you're going to watch me, but you can’t touch me or yourself, just like i had to do since you bought your ps5." you mock and he whimpers in despair, his hands squeezing his own thighs, trying to restrain himself, but nods in agreement. "good boy." you smile as you watch him fidget in the chair—you can imagine his cock twitching in his sweatpants with the petname.

you settle into bed with your legs spread, making sure he can see everything clearly, before taking your hand to your soaked pussy, teasing your cunt, which in soobin's eyes seemed to be begging for him. you close your eyes, savoring the sensation, your fingers circling your clit and teasing the entrance, taking some of the juices and bringing them to your nipples, circling them between your fingers, leaving them glistening and appetizing in soobin's eyes.

"baby, please." you turn your fierce eyes to soobin and find him already sweating, writhing slightly, painfully hard in his pants, his bottom lip red from his own bites, trying to contain himself. "please, let me have you." he seemed already destroyed, his eyes fixed on your pussy, his knuckles white from gripping the arms of the chair.

"do you think you deserve it, soobin?" he mumbles something unintelligible.

"please, i promise i'll be good to you," he leans in, as if holding back. "i-i need it so much, i promise i'll give you more attention, just please... let me make you feel good." you laugh mischievously.

"poor bunny, i haven't even started and you're already begging. you’re so pathetic." he whines in response, and you reach for the vibrator again, passing it between your breasts and lowering the silicone toy to the middle of your legs, making sure the length of the toy is well lubricated before slowly inserting it into your cunt. your eyes roll back with the sensation of fullness, and your moans fill the room. you begin with slow but strong thrusts, making you sob, and you can hear soobin's grumbles, which makes you exaggerate your moans.

"yes, i beg you, please, please." you roll your eyes, and he whimpers.

"i'll let you." you almost feel guilty hearing your boyfriend's sigh of relief before you thrust the vibrator back inside you, drawing his attention. "just five more minutes, i'm almost done." you laugh, and he widens his eyes, whimpering as if you were torturing him.

you increase the vibration speed of the toy and insert it back into your needy pussy, screaming with the stimulation as you squeeze your breast with your other hand, your arm starting to burn from the effort when you hear a moan. you suddenly stop your movements when you notice soobin touching himself over his pants, you remove the toy from your cunt and sit on the bed, closing your legs and glaring at your boyfriend angrily.

"soobin!" he jumps slightly, startled to see you suddenly angry. "did i say you could touch yourself?" he swallows hard.

"n-no... i'm sorry, i couldn't—" you interrupt him, approaching and roughly removing his hand from his visible erection, making him whimper.

"you're pathetic, soobin," you practically growl. "first you choose a stupid video game over your own girlfriend and now you can't even obey a simple order." his eyes widen and you can see tears starting to well up. "what should i do with you?" you pretend to think and lean over him to look him in the eyes. "i think i'm going to need a new boyfriend." he squirms desperately and for a moment you think he's going to cry.

"no, no, please forgive me." he squirms desperately. "i'm sorry, i didn't— i'll be better, please, i'll be good to you." you sigh dramatically and pretend to think about it. soobin looks like he's about to faint, but you can see the stain on the front of his pants getting bigger, his bulge looking impossibly larger. you sigh and kneel in front of him, his eyes widening again, squirming in his chair to the point that you have to dig your nails into his thighs to make him stop.

"so you're going to prove that you can be good for me?" he nods frantically.

"i will, i promise." you don't answer, you just help him lower his pants and underwear, which he does awkwardly due to weakness in his limbs. you lick your lips as you see your boyfriend's dick hard to the point of almost touching his abdomen. the angry red tip, wet with his precum, the large, thick length throbbing, the sight always took your breath away. he whimpers with the feeling of freedom at no longer having the uncomfortable material holding him back. you laugh, playing with the precum and delighting in your boyfriend's expressions.

"oh no," you tease, "it doesn't seem like you'll be able to be good and hold that for very long." you smirk, holding the extension and bringing it close to your lips, just enough for your breath to brush against it, but not actually touching your mouth. soobin's head falls back and he whimpers.

"n-no, i can do it," he says, his voice a whisper, his head tilted back exposing his throat and his eyes tightly closed. the sight makes your mouth water, and you rub your legs together trying to ease your own suffering. "i-i just need a moment... urg, please don't squeeze so hard, i, i-" he interrupts himself with a grunt as he feels your lips sucking on the tip of his dick.

"so pathetic, about to cum and keep insisting you can take it," he whines, sweat dripping down his forehead, he seemed to burn inside his hoodie. you decide not to be so mean and help him take it off; he sighs in relief immediately, which is short-lived as you return to your knees, taking his dick between your hands and squeezing. he rolls his eyes and has to bite his lips so hard it draws blood, trying his best not to come the second he sees you reach for your own juices between your legs and use it to lubricate his cock.

"this isn't fair," he whines pathetically. you laugh.

unable to contain your own desire, you bring his member into your mouth, rolling your tongue over the tip, savoring the taste of your boyfriend, who whimpers, his hands gripping the arms of the chair so tightly you think it will break. you laugh and take as much of his length into your mouth as you can, masturbating the rest with both hands. the stimulation makes soobin writhe, a loud moan escaping your boyfriend's swollen lips. you groan against his cock, the tremors making him cry out in pleasure, you almost laugh at how broken he is, his legs trembling. you know he won't last much longer.

"please... please," he cries, staring at you with wet, pleading eyes. you pull your mouth away from his cock and he whimpers in disappointment. you pump his dick, looking at him with a fake disappointed look.

"i thought you were going to be a good boy and hold it for me," his lips tremble and he opens and closes his mouth without saying anything, clearly disappointed with himself. you have to hold back a laugh.

"it's just that you're so hot," he whines as if it explains everything. you squeeze his cock and he lets out a broken groan. it's your turn to pout.

"if i'm so hot, my boyfriend should spend more time with me and not with that stupid game, don't you think?" you feign an annoyed pout and can see the regret in his eyes. you increase the speed of your pumps on his cock with one hand, moving the other from his thigh up to his heavy balls. "i've been so patient with you for days, letting you enjoy your damn game, but is it so hard to save some time for your girlfriend?" he looks away, embarrassed, his breath catching completely as you squeeze around the head of his dick harder.

"i-i'm sorry," he groans, throwing his head back against the chair, his cock trembling in your hand as you increase the speed. you know he's about to cum. before he can come, you place your finger on the tip, preventing his ejaculation from escaping, two of your fingers tightening around the head like a ring. he almost screams, writhing in your hand, crying. "no, no, please, please," pretty tears stream from the corners of his eyes as he babbles unintelligible words. you smile wickedly and watch him whimper and plead as his orgasm begins to dissipate. you start pumping his dick again once you notice his breathing stabilize, making him tremble again in front of you. "b-baby, please, don't do this... let me... let me cum." you watch sadistically as his breath falters again, beautiful meows escaping his beautiful lips, sweat sticking his bangs to his forehead. he was so beautiful that you feel like you're about to come.

"are you going to leave me alone again, soobin?" he desperately denies it, trying to chase the orgasm you know is starting to build as you feel his cock tremble in your hand.

"n-no, i promise, please, let me cum, please." you laugh when his voice falters, the humiliation only pushing him further to the edge. you lift yourself slightly to kiss him, still pumping his cock, he deepens the kiss hungrily and desperately, a mess of tongue, drool, and tears. you pull away slightly and see soobin's eyes immediately drop to your breasts. your grin widens and you stop touching him, who immediately cries out. "no, no, come back here, please."

you bite your lip, incredibly aroused by the scene, and smile, caressing his cheek, one hand reaching out to wipe the sweaty bangs from his eyes. you place one last kiss on his lips and lower yourself again between his legs, leaving your chest exposed as you pump and squeeze his cock with precision. he looks at you with a dry, open mouth and doesn't take long to cum on your breasts. his body almost convulses with the force of the orgasm.

“holy fuck!” he gasps.

you pull away slightly, giggling, only for your mouth to dry with your own desire. he seems in a trance, eyes dilated as if he is high, his body glistening with sweat beautifully illuminated by the lights of his gaming setup, the image of him broken down seems pornographic on multiple levels. you moan with your own lust.

“i hope you still have some for me, because i’m not done with you.” he doesn’t answer at first, only moans as you sit into his lap.

“hm… please…” he whimpers. his cock is still half-hard; so it doesn’t take much for him to be hard again, needy and overstimulated at the same time.

“so good for me, i fucking missed you so much.” his head falls back and you waste no time biting and marking his pale, unmarked neck. “ah… you always leave me so full like no one ever has before.” he turns his bright, pleading eyes to you, and you understand immediately what he's asking you. you kiss him while using his legs as support to move up and down on his cock.

the sounds of your bodies filling the room leave you on the verge of collapse, but it's only when he runs his fingers up your breasts, spreading his cum across your sensitive nipples, that you come undone, your legs burning from the effort. soobin guides you through your orgasm by pinching your nipple with one hand while the other goes down to where your bodies meet, circling your sensitive clit, making you see stars.

“baby, please,” soobin begs, your tight cunt squeezing his cock. “i'm so close…”

“are you going to cum for me again, baby?” he nods frantically, and you smile, still half-dazed from your orgasm. he thrusts his hips against you as fast as he can, and you help him by moving your hips. “let go, soob, fill me up.” he cries out, the thrusts become almost spasmodic as he spills inside you, filling you with his release. you both moan together.

the room, which just seconds before was filled with moans and whimpers, now is filled only by your still ragged breathing. you savor the warmth of your boyfriend's body against yours. you missed it, you missed him—you don't need to say anything for him to understand; it makes the remorse gnaw at him.

you exchange only a few words during the shower, just helping each other wash, the domestic moment leaving you with a light heart.

"i'm sorry for not giving you as much attention as you deserve these past few days," is the first thing he says when you lie side by side on his bed, bodies embraced and you clinging on him as if he would disappear if you loosened your grip even a little. "it won't happen again," you smile.

"you better not," you warned, though you were smiling. "or i'm selling it for parts." it was a promise, and soobin knew better than to test your patience.

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Bit by bit, the boys convince you to go further, telling you that two of you are bound to be soulmates and that since you all like each other so much anyway, there would be no harm in sharing for a little bit–to explore this new intimate side to your friendship before the official reveal, and that because you all cherish each other so much, that there would be no hard feelings when the third person eventually has to gracefully step back and seek out their own soulmate after having had this unforgettable, almost sacred experience with the people closest to them in the world. It would all turn out fine if you just keep it lowkey. 

That would all be good and well were you one of the boys, but as it stands, you still find yourself holding back due to your persisting sense of unease about the taboo situation and the possible fallout despite their nonchalant reassurances, and you naturally find that you’re not experimenting with them as often as they are with each other. It’s easy to proclaim that none of you would have hard feelings when you’re not the one being left out while the other two grow closer and closer each day.

You know you have no right to feel jealous. You’re the one holding yourself back while the boys have been nothing but welcoming and enthusiastic about your participation, but you just don’t understand how they can be so chill about this. First of all, what you were doing was highly frowned upon and you’d get a lot of flack if this were to get out to others. Second of all, someone is bound to get hurt no matter what they say, and you have a bad feeling it will end up being you if the way they’ve been acting so lovey-dovey with each other is any indication. 

Just like they are right now. 

You have just woken up and headed to the kitchen to grab something to eat, pulled there by the delicious smell of pancakes cooking, but before you can step fully in and announce your presence, you see the two boys in each other’s arms–or more like Soobin in Beomgyu’s arms as the older boy tried to cook the pancakes while the other wraps his arms around his waist and teasingly jerks him off. 

“I’m seriously going to burn this.” Soobin complains, struggling to keep his eyes open and his attention on the stove in front of him. 

“That’s okay. We’ll just grab breakfast outside.” Beomgyu brushes him off, kissing his neck, but Soobin still resists. “The fire alarm will wake her up.” 

Your heart flutters at the mention of you–at least Soobin is thinking of you, right? How pathetic–but then Beomgyu chuckles. “Let it. Her lazy ass should be awake anyway.” 

You frown. Fucking asshole. 

“She’ll kick our asses.” Soobin hisses as Beomgyu brushes his palm over the head of his cock, his knees buckling at the pleasure. 

“Aw, you’re scared of her. Don’t worry, baby, I’ll protect you.” Beomgyu purrs, quickening his pace on the older boy’s cock and tearing a loud moan from him. “Just shut up about her and focus on me.” 

Fucking asshole, you repeat in your head. Well, if he’s so intent on excluding you, you won’t let him.

You announce your presence with a fake gagging sound, and both boys’ heads whip towards you, Soobin looking as if he was caught red-handed while Beomgyu maintains a smirk on his face.

“Do I really have to wake up to this first thing in the morning?” You ask sourly, pretending to be disgusted at the display to hide your jealousy. What the hell did Beomgyu mean by telling Soobin to shut up about you? Isn’t it enough that they’re doing this without you? Now he wants to banish the mention of your name too? What is he playing at? 

Oh, there you go again acting crazy over their close relationship with each other. This is exactly why this whole thing was a bad idea. Even though the three of you are very close friends, you were the third and last addition to the friendship. They had been friends for years before Soobin clumsily and literally stumbled into your life and dragged Beomgyu along with him, and even though you’d all been close since then and the boys never said or did anything outright to give you the impression that they favoured the other, you always secretly knew that you could never compete with the special bond they have with each other and that you’ll have to content yourself with being the unspoken third wheel in this friendship. Which is fine, you’ve had years to come to terms with it, but now you have to deal with being the third wheel in this illicit threeway too, and you don’t know if your heart and ego can take it.

“What’s wrong with this? You don’t like what you’re seeing?” Beomgyu teases, continuing to pump Soobin’s dick despite the other boy’s embarrassment. Not that he makes any effort to stop him. He just bites his lips and averts his eyes away from you. 

You do. You do like what you’re seeing, but sadly it also fills you with unbridled jealousy and feelings of inadequacy. 

“Not near my food. I don’t want cum splatter on my pancakes.” You hold onto your scowl, and Beomgyu laughs. “Fair enough.” 

He puts Soobin’s cock back in his pants before petting it teasingly, making the other boy whine. “We’ll finish this later, baby.” 

Beomgyu washes his hands and sets the dishes down while Soobin finishes up the last of the pancakes before making his way to the table, awkwardly struggling with his prominent boner that bunches up his sweatpants comically. 

Unfortunately, even with you sitting there at the table, they are still all over each other, chatting away about their plans for the day and what they have been up to. They try to keep you engaged and ask you questions but it’s hard for you to match their energy this early in the morning, especially when your mood has already been soured. You just sit there and listen to them talk each other’s ears off about this new album released by an artist they both like but you’re indifferent to, and all the hidden meanings behind his lyrics that throw back to previous songs only true fans will know. 

You feel completely isolated from them and it is only made worse by how touchy they’re being with each other, patting each other on the head affectionately or reaching forward to give a playful shove in jest or even just the way their bodies naturally lean close to the other person when they’re speaking. It fucking hurt your heart. 

To be fair to them, they try to include you too. Soobin makes sure to look at you when he’s talking so you can feel involved in the conversation and Beomgyu has one of his arms permanently draped around the back of your chair in a semi-embrace, but still isn’t the same. And soon your jealousy and annoyance reach their peak.

“Oh, hyung, this is so delicious! Have a taste.” Beomgyu holds up a piece of whipped cream covered strawberry but when Soobin leans in to try to have a bite, Beomgyu moves his hand and smears the whipped cream over his cheek, laughing. 

“Really, Beomgyu?” Soobin pouts, looking painfully adorable. 

“Sorry, hyung. You’re just so fun to mess with. Here, let me clean you up.” Beomgyu cradles Soobin’s face and brushes the whipped cream off with his thumb, but instead of wiping it on some tissues, he pushes it past Soobin’s plush lips and into his mouth, making the older boy suck it off. 

“There. How does it taste?” He asks, eyes dark as he watches Soobin suck on his finger. 

“Beommie.” Soobin slurs, “Stop teasing.”

“I’m not teasing.” Beomgyu denies, biting his lip, making Soobin huff and pull him into a heated kiss, obviously still affected by what happened earlier. 

God this must be your own personal hell for agreeing to this diabolical deal. The boys look so fucking hot kissing each other mere inches from you but the sight also breaks your heart as you’re left seemingly forgotten once agin.  

Are they going to end up together?

You don’t want to be the one left out. Is it horrible to admit that? But if two of you end up together, the third gets left behind—and you’re scared it’ll be you. You don’t want that to be you. They fit together so easily, like they were made for each other. How are you supposed to compete with that?

You know Beomgyu is largely the instigator in this but Soobin is also much more receptive to his advances than you have been. You know you shouldn’t feel resentful and jealous since you're not making it any better for yourself either but you can’t stop yourself from getting pissed off at Beomgyu. If the pervert could just hold back a little bit, then you wouldn’t always feel so left out. Soobin at least has the decency to shy away from flaunting in front of you, but Beomgyu doesn’t seem to care if you’re there or not. In fact it seems as if he gets a kick out of riling you up. 

God, how you want to punish him for it… well, why don’t you? You’re part of this relationship too, no matter how neglected you’ve been. You’ll show him. 

You reach forward, grabbing onto Beomgyu shirt and yanking him back, disconnecting them and pulling him towards you instead. He barely gets any chance to react before your lips are on his. 

They are not as pliable as Soobin’s. You don’t allow him any control over the kiss, making it clear right away that you’re the one in charge, and your bruised heart is somewhat soothed when he gives in immediately, opening his mouth and letting you push your tongue in. 

“Do you ever not think with your dick?” You hiss when you pull back for breath and he has the audacity to smile. 

“Sorry, princess, I am just so horny.” He tells you shamelessly and you scowl. “And so bad. Maybe you need to be punished.”

He wears a shit-eating grin, his eyes glinting with excitement. “Oh, kinky.” 

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He wasn’t so excited now. Not when he was bound to a chair and forced to watch you pleasure Soobin the way you've been metaphorically bound and forced to watch them love on each other. 

He tries to voice his displeasure, tries to whine but he can't say much when your panties are stuffed in his mouth, shutting him up for once. You can see how pissed off he is and if he can talk, you're sure he would chew you both out like he was before you had the bright idea to shut him up. Beomgyu loved being the centre of attention. He wanted both of you to dote on him and he hated seeing you play with each other and ignore him–but it is exactly this, giving him a taste of his own medicine, that gives you immense pleasure. 

Beomgyu writhes in his seat, grunting unhappily as he tries to break free of his restraints, his hips bucking into thin air. 

“Calm down, Beommie. You're gonna hurt yourself.” You tell him, actually concerned, and he glares at you, fighting against his restraints harder. 

Are you taking it too far? Is he actually upset?

Scared to ruin your tentative relationship, you reach forward to finally touch him–needing to prove to yourself that he doesn’t actually hate you, and as soon as your fingers brush his nipples, his back arches and he moans out from behind his gag pathetically. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re so sensitive.” You tease, relieved, and he glares at you again but this time the intensity is tempered by the pleasure.

“Yeah, does that feel good, baby?” You coo, pulling lightly at his nipple and watching as his cock twitches and leaks precum, the sight of it making you rub your legs together in need. Fuck, you wanted him, and he wanted you too. 

He whimpers behind the makeshift gag and stares at you with big pleading brown eyes that make you weak. Fuck, why did he have to look so pretty?

“Fine, I'll be nice even though you don't deserve it.” You sigh, and instruct Soobin to get you your toy box from under your bed. He scampers away quickly to get it and for the two whole minutes he is away, Beomgyu does his best impression of a kicked puppy, whining and whimpering for you to give him some attention. 

“Damn, baby, relax. I said I’ll be nice.” You laugh, acting decidedly not nice as you kiss and nip at the skin of his thighs, so close to his cock, you can feel it almost bursting with need, and by the time Soobin comes back with your box, you’ve already left a few marks on his pretty skin which Soobin eyes up with envy for a second before their attention is quickly drawn to the item you pull out from the box. 

“Woah, why do you have this?” Soobin asks as you brandish a fleshlight, and you grin. “I got it to take care of my horny boys because I know you’re both just dying for a warm wet hole to stick your dicks into. Why, you wanna give it a try?” You ask Soobin but he surprises you by shaking his head no.

“No. Want you.” He says meekly and you frown.  “Soobin. You know I can't actually fuck you.”

“I know but…” He trails off, silently brushing his fingers between your thighs, and realization dawns on you.  “Oh you naughty boy. You wanna fuck my thighs?”

He nods eagerly and you laugh. “I suppose you can. It's dirty but I don't see why not.”

You turn towards Beomgyu, leaning forward so that your tits are hovering over his lap as you arch your back towards Soobin, letting him put his legs on either side of yours and push his cock between your thighs. 

“Oh.” You bite your lip, making eye contact with Beomgyu as Soobin's dick glides under your pussy as it moves in and out between your thighs. 

Beomgyu really doesn't look happy about being left out and you suppose you’ve tortured him enough. After all, you don’t actually want him to have a bad experience and ruin this for yourself even more. You gotta keep him happy too. 

“Don't give me that look.” You roll your eyes at him, gathering some of your spit in your mouth before letting it spill onto his cock, relishing in the sharp intake of breath he takes and the way his thighs tense as it makes contact. You then place the fleshlight at the head of his cock and slip it over it just slightly, teasing him. 

You hear a growl rise from deep in his chest and you laugh, pumping only the head of his cock, continuing to tease him. You have to admit it brings you a sick sense of pleasure to torture him like this when he's done nothing but drive you crazy lately. You want him to fall apart for you. You want to prove that he can want you as much as he wants Soobin. 

“Is it good, Beommie?” You taunt, your words coming out broken as Soobin fucks your thighs. Beomgyu's eyes narrow, staring at Soobin’s hands that were fondling your tits, and you grin with satisfaction. He’s the one feeling left out now. “Binnie’s having the time of his life fucking me and playing with my tits while Beommie’s all tied up, huh? Poor baby.”

He angrily jerks in his seat again, trying to free himself, but the sudden movement causes him to bottom out into the fleshlight, his ass falling backwards into the seat as he mewls at the sudden pleasure. Deciding you’ve been mean enough, you move your arm to continue to fuck his dick all the way with the fleshlight, and before long he was too delirious to fight anymore, his head lolling back at the pleasure and his hips shaking as he struggles to meet your fast pace. 

“There you go, Beommie. Does that feel good on your needy dick?” You ask, your voice suddenly rising in pitch as Soobin grabs your nipples and pulls on them more roughly as his hips smack against your ass harder and faster. “Pay attention to me. I thought he was the one being punished.” 

“He is. You’re the one getting to play with me however you want while he’s stuck fucking a plastic toy. Don’t be greedy, Binnie.” You chide him breathlessly, but you secretly love every bit of it. You love to have them fight over you. It soothes both your ego and your worries about being left in the dust. 

“You’re right. I'm the one who gets to do this.” Soobin says, pulling you up by the shoulders so you're sat upright instead of leaning over Beomgyu before he pulls your shirt up to expose your breasts to Beomgyu’s hungry eyes as he flicks the nipples and kisses your neck. “Beommie must be dying to do this. He talks about your tits a lot.” 

Beomgyu narrows his eyes at him in warning but Soobin doesn't care. “Yeah, what does he say about them?” 

“That he can't wait to fuck them.” He says, pushing them together to give Beomgyu a good show. He was teasing him and you’re living for it.  “Says that sometimes when we're sleeping in the same bed, your tits would fall out of your tank top and he'd have to hold himself back from climbing on top of you and fucking them until you wake up with his cum in your hair.”

You gasp, pressing your thighs closer together at Soobin's brazen revelation of Beomgyu's dirty fantasies. Your pussy flutter and drips onto Soobin's cock as he rams it between your thighs while you watch Beomgyu desperately fucking into the fleshlight in your hand, unfazed by Soobin spilling his secret fantasies to you. 

“Yeah, and what about you? I could feel your big, hard cock pressed against my ass every morning. Don't think you’re slick either.” You say and Soobin chuckles, pushing you back onto Beomgyu. You almost crash into his lap as Soobin palms your asscheeks in his big hands. “Yeah, wanna fuck your ass. That's not a secret. Me and Beomgyu wanna plug you from both ends.” 

Fuck. When did Soobin get so confident? Was all that was needed was to tie and gag Beomgyu in order to let Soobin's freak flag fly? 

“Do it then, baby.” You take the fleshlight off Beomgyu's dick, ignoring his muffled protests, and put it between your legs, offering it to Soobin to simulate him fucking you, and he is too far gone to think about it twice, immediately pushing his cock into it with a loud moan. 

“Yesss.” He hisses, hips picking up pace quickly, rocking your body back and forth to the point where you struggle to get your mouth on Beomgyu. So you grab his dick with your free hand and guide it towards you, finally taking it in and making the boy cry out at the sudden warmth surrounding his aching cock.` ~

Once he’s in your mouth, Soobin’s savage thrusts serve to push you over Beomgyu’s cock over and over again, at times making you gag on the other boy’s length, the tightening of your throat making him shake in pleasure as he meets your mouth with his desperate thrusts that choke even harder. But despite your dwindling air supply and the soreness of both your jaw and ass, you stay put, soldiering through it to fulfill the boys’ dirty fantasies and secure your spot in this ill-advised relationship. 

“Fuck–fuck–I’m close. Gonna cum inside you.” Soobin slurs, deep grunts are turning to breathy moans as his hips lose their rhythm and his large hands grasp onto your ass to push you backwards to meet his hips.

“Do it, baby.” You take your mouth off Beomgyu and replace it with your hand, maddeningly slowing your pace down on him to focus on Soobin. 

“Fill me up, Binnie. I need it bad.” You say sweetly, though your smile is anything but as you stare up at Beomgyu and watch him whimper and cry at having his own orgasm stolen from him.  

“I’m cumming. Take it, baby.” Soobin cries out, lost in his pleasure as he cums inside the fleshlight. 

When his frantic thrusts still, you pull the fleshlight off him, taking care not to spill any of his seed. You hold it up for Beomgyu to see, pushing two of your fingers inside and pumping them in a few times, coating your finger’s in Soobin white cum before you pull them out, brandishing them for Beomgyu to see. 

“Fuck, please.” He whimpers when you pull your underwear from his mouth but you quickly replace it with your fingers. 

“Taste it, baby. It’s delicious.” You mock his previous words and Beomgyu’s pretty lashes hang heavy with unshed tears. He obediently licks them clean for you, even sitting still while you push your fingers to the back of his throat and make him gag on them until the tears finally fall from his eyes. 

When you pull them back out, trailing a string of saliva behind them, Beomgyu pleads, “Please. I’m going insane. Please.”

“Aww, poor Beommie… I’ve been so cruel to you, haven’t I?” You taunt him, patting his cheek with your dirty hand and he nods. “You wanna cum now?” 

He nods again. You grin and bring the still cum filled fleshlight to his cock, pushing it down on his length and fucking him rapidly–Soobin’s thick, white cum covering his cock in seconds. 

“Oh–Oh, fuck… yeah, just like that. Please, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” He cries, but your evil laugh is quickly cut off when you feel a hand sneak between your legs, and look back to see Soobin grin as he rubs your sopping pussy. 

“Want you to cum too.” He tells you and you bite your lip, annoyed at him for undermining your moment of control and at yourself for how close you feel already, but you can’t keep that energy up for long because the pleasure quickly overcomes you after you’ve been on edge and neglecting yourself for so long. You frantically jerk off Beomgyu while you hump Soobin’s hand–the obscene wet noises from your activities filling the room. 

“Yes–yes–yes! Thank you!” Beomgyu screams, lifting his ass as far off the chair as he can as he bottoms out into the fleshlight, cumming and almost falling over in the process. You’re not far behind him, gasping as your legs shake and you struggle to stay up, the pleasure almost blinding you for a second.

By the time you all calm down, you’re all sweaty and dirty and achy but utterly blissed out. 

“Fuck, that was awesome.” Soobin laughs as he undoes Beomgyu’s restraints. 

“It was.” Beomgyu agrees, massaging his red wrists and ankles, “Next time, I get to tie one of you up.” 

“No way, freak.” You shudder. You hate to think what the perv would make you go through if he ever got you helpless in his hands. “Not happening.” 

He pouts. “Well, that’s just unfair.” 

“Tough shit.” You roll your eyes, standing up and heading to the bathroom to take a long hot shower. 

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Even after doing all of that, you still can’t keep up with them. They’ve thrown themselves into this headfirst, as if the best-case scenario doesn’t end with someone’s heart in pieces, and you can’t bring yourself to do the same.

The relationship has gone beyond just sex. You all go on dates together now, but it still feels like you’re constantly vying for their attention. They move in sync, seamless in a way that makes you feel like an outsider in your own relationship. The inside jokes, the shared glances, the unspoken understanding between them—it gnaws at you, eating you from the inside.

Today is no exception.

This café used to be your favorite. The three of you had spent countless afternoons here—studying, venting, just existing together. It is very dear to your heart, almost like a second home. But today, it is anything but. Today, you find yourself wishing to be anywhere else.

You fiddle with your bracelet absently as the waiter arrives. Beomgyu orders without hesitation—his usual iced americano, your caramel macchiato, and—

“Strawberry matcha for Soobin,” he says easily, handing over the menus.

Your fingers pull at the bracelet, almost snapping it.

What?

“Since when does Soobin like matcha?” you asked, surprised, and a bit annoyed by how Beomgyu had made the order so casually as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Soobin hated matcha. He always said it tasted like grass so why was Beomgyu now acting like he's been a matcha connoisseur for years. 

You don't know why you’re fixated on that small, insignificant detail but it just felt like yet another thing you weren't included in. 

“Oh, since we tried that new shop, remember?” Beomgyu tells you offhandedly as if you should already know. He laughs loudly and nudges Soobin playfully, an unspoken joke between them.

“Ugh, don't remind me.” Soobin groans, hiding behind his hands, and your eyes flit between Soobin’s embarrassed expression and Beomgyu’s teasing one. 

“What, what happened?” You fake a laugh, trying to sound casual, trying to be included. 

“We almost got kicked out. You don't remember?” Beomgyu frowns then his eyes draw up in realization and he brushes the back of his neck sheepishly. “Oh right. You weren’t there.”

“No I wasn’t.” You don’t mean for your voice to come out bitter but you couldn’t help it. You clear your throat and try to cover your slip up with a tight smile. “What happened? Why did you almost get kicked out?” 

Soobin flushes, ears burning, his eyes still on Beomgyu. “Someone couldn’t keep his hands to himself.”

“No, someone couldn’t keep quiet.” Beomgyu retorts, putting a hand on Soobin’s thigh, making the older boy shift shyly and push his hand away. 

“Stop it! You’re gonna get us kicked out again.” He whines lowly and Beomgyu bites his lip and regards him with a hungry look as if he could just eat him up right then and there. 

You wish you would get kicked out so you don’t have to bear witness to your own heartbreak like this. You have been here with them many times before and you're sick of it. Each time it feels like they’re slipping away from you more and more, and you’re left chasing after their mirage.

“That sounds like fun,” you mutter, your smile fighting for its life to stay on your lips. “What else did I miss while you two were off without me?”

There was a slight hitch in Beomgyu’s smile, like he recognized the edge in your voice, but if he did he quickly masks it with his usual charm. 

“Oh, you didn’t miss much, really,” Beomgyu said, his tone remarkably casual. “Soobin just likes matcha now. That’s all.” Then he attempts to lighten up the mood, “Though I have trouble even calling what he drinks matcha. It’s all dessert flavoured processed crap that barely resembles real matcha.” 

“Oh, wow, we got a matcha supremacist over here. Not my fault, that's the only tolerable way to drink that stuff.” Soobin says defensively, but there was a fondness in his voice. He reaches out and lightly punches Beomgyu's arm, making Beomgyu let out a genuine laugh–not like the uncomfortable ones they’ve been putting on for you. 

You force a chuckle, but it rings hollow even to your own ears. You want to be part of this—to be in this relationship—but every shared glance, every effortless laugh, every unspoken understanding between them only makes you feel more and more like an outsider.

“Yeah, well maybe I’d like it too if it tasted like my caramel iced coffee.” You try to joke but the words fall flat. The boys still offer you half-hearted smiles, but they don’t quite reach their eyes.

Soobin’s smile falters—just for a second—before he masks it with something warm, something reassuring. Beomgyu’s gaze softens, like he wants to say something but can’t find the words. They exchange a glance, that unspoken connection flaring between them, and then Beomgyu finally speaks.

“Next time, we’ll definitely bring you along.” Soobin tells you, and Beomgyu nods, “Definitely… but maybe we’ll keep the fun at home this time.” 

You watch as Beomgyu leans in towards Soobin, a teasing lilt in his voice, reveling in the way Soobin laughs shyly. 

They’re in their own world. And you’re just standing outside of it.

“Yeah, sounds good,” You mutter, unsure if they even hear you. 

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You couldn’t stand back and watch them anymore. It was slowly driving you insane. You are always the third wheel, always trailing behind, and soon, you feared, you’d be forgotten entirely.

So, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

If you can’t break into their world when they are together, then maybe you can when they are apart. If you can’t compete with them as a pair, then maybe you had a chance if you split them up. Maybe it’s not playing fair, but the thought of standing by while they fell into each other and leave you behind, makes your skin crawl.

Nobody knows how the soulmate thing works. Maybe it wasn’t just fate—maybe it depended on the bonds formed before the tattoos appeared, and that by standing by and letting yourself be pushed out of the relationship, you’re undermining your own chance at a happy ending. 

No, you can’t let that happen. You have to act now, or risk being left behind forever.

You start small—little things, easy to overlook. You laugh a little louder when Beomgyu makes a joke, speak a little softer when Soobin needs quiet. You’re the one who reminds them of plans they’ve made, the one who fills the silence when things go tense. You begin showing up with little things—Soobin’s favorite tea when he’s stressed, a new hair tie for Beomgyu when he forgets his (again). You slip notes into their bags, nothing big—just dumb doodles, inside jokes, gentle reminders that you’re thinking of them. You find yourself sitting between them on the couch, brushing shoulders with one of them, draping your legs over the other's lap during lazy movie nights. 

Bit by bit, you carve out your place within theirs, until the silence between their conversations starts to include you, until their glances begin to seek yours. You weren’t naive. It wasn’t enough for them to care about you—they had to want you, need you, in ways they couldn’t find in each other..

Still, it was rare to catch either of them alone, but your first opportunity came when all three of you had the day off. Beomgyu had errands to run that morning, leaving you with the perfect chance to have Soobin all to yourself, even if just for a couple of hours.

Beomgyu didn’t make it easy, though. You had woken up—not just from the sound of him moving around and getting ready in the morning, but because you were waiting. Waiting for the moment he was gone so you could finally make your move on the still-sleeping Soobin.

But Beomgyu, noticing you were already awake, didn’t leave right away. Instead, he lingered, trying to convince you to come with him instead.

"You wanna come with me?" Beomgyu asked, trying to make his voice sound cute as he gives you his signature exaggerated pout. Normally, it was an infuriating mix of annoying and endearing, but right now, it was just annoying. You had a plan, and you weren’t about to let him ruin it.

You shifted on the bed, your gaze drifting to Soobin beside you. He was still sound asleep, his breathing steady, his features relaxed in a rare kind of peace that only sleep can provide. For a moment, you envy him his rest–free of all your troubles and overthinking, and you almost feel guilty for your plan to rob him of it. 

You glance back at Beomgyu, meeting his expectant gaze. Letting out an exaggerated yawn, you stretch before sinking deeper into the blankets.

"Mmm, I think I’ll pass. Too warm, too cozy," You murmur, pulling the covers snug around you, burying yourself into the warmth.

Beomgyu huffs, rolling his eyes before stepping closer.

"Come on, baby," He drawls, voice whiny and playful. "You’re really gonna make me suffer through errands all alone? That’s so cruel." He pouts dramatically, fingers hooking onto the blanket as he gives a gentle tug. "You know I hate doing things by myself.”

You bite back the urge to snap at him. If he kept this up, he’d wake Soobin—and if that happened, there was a chance Soobin might actually agree to go with him. That would ruin everything.

Forcing a smile, you reach out, brushing your fingers over Beomgyu’s hand in a gentle attempt to placate him.

"Sorry, baby," You say, your voice laced with just the right amount of sweetness. "I’ve been exhausted from college lately, and I really need the rest. But when you come back, maybe we can all go out for lunch? We could finally try that new spot you wanted."

A perfect compromise—one that should hopefully get him off your back.

"Or," Beomgyu counters, tilting his head with a hopeful smile, "You could come with me now, and I’ll treat you to lunch there after we’re done."

You stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Of course, he wouldn’t let this go.  

"Beomgyu, I’m really tired," You say, firmer this time, making it clear you’re not budging.  

He exhales, the playful glint in his eyes dimming as his shoulders sag ever so slightly. And for a moment, guilt creeps in. As frustrating as he can, you hated seeing him sad.

"Alright, alright," He sighs, finally relenting. Leaning down, he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. "Guess I’ll survive without you."

You nod, eager for Beomgyu to leave. But he lingers for a moment longer, his eyes flickering between you and Soobin, hesitation etched in his features, as if there’s something more he wants to say.

But in the end, he just gives you a small nod and turns toward the door.

"You two have a good rest," He says, his voice light, casual, but there’s a hint of something else—something you can’t quite place—before he finally steps out, leaving behind a hush of quiet in his absence.

You watch the door for a moment, a frown tugging at your lips. Was he thinking the same thing you were? Did he, too, fear being left out? Maybe the boys weren’t as secure in this relationship as you had thought.

But when Soobin shifts beside you, the moment breaks, pulling you back to the present. You exhale softly, the tension in your shoulders easing just slightly.

Now, it was just you and him. No interruptions. No distractions. Just the quiet rise and fall of his breath, the peacefulness etched into his sleeping face.

These moments were rare—just the two of you, without Beomgyu’s overwhelming presence filling the space. And maybe, just maybe, this was how it was meant to be.

You watch him sleep for a few more minutes. You can feel the pulse of the quiet in the room, the way the light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on his handsome face. There is something about being with him like this, without Beomgyu’s constant yapping, without the unspoken tension that always hung between the three of you, where you could actually sit back and pay attention to Soobin and everything that makes him uniquely him. 

You slowly reach out, fingertips brushing over his skin, tracing the delicate contours of his face. Where Beomgyu was all effortless charm and playful charisma, Soobin was something quieter and more familiar—tall, dark, and oh so sweet, the picture perfect image of first love that everyone yearned to have. 

Gently, you take his arm and drape it around yourself, savoring the warmth, the way it feels so natural. Then, without thinking, you lean in, pressing the lightest kiss to his lips—soft, chaste, but enough to send a shiver down your spine.

Do you want Soobin to be your soulmate? He’s sweet, sometimes shy and reserved, but lately, he’s shown you a side of him that’s unexpectedly bold. Could you see yourself ending up with him, waking up to this every day—wrapped in his arms, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest, just enjoying the peacefulness of the early mornings?

You could. He feels safe, like a warm cozy night with whispered conversations under the soft glow of your bedside lamp. He’d know when to tease and when to hold his tongue, when to push and when to take a step back–never challenging you but never pushing you past your limits either. With him, love wouldn’t be a puzzle to solve or a bid to win the upper hand—it would be just there, steady and unwavering  A stable presence, always there, always yours. Like the boy next door—not the kind who sweeps you away in a whirlwind, but the kind you could build a steady life with.And maybe that’s enough.

With a soft sigh, you ease yourself out of his arms, ignoring the soft whimper of protest he makes in his sleep at the loss of your warmth. You press a gentle shush against his lips, soothing him even as you slip from his grasp.

Your steps are quiet as you make your way to the familiar drawer—the one that holds your box of toys. Fingers brushing over the contents, you find what you’re looking for. Your trusty wand vibrator.

You wear an excited grin on your face as you walk back to the bed and see Soobin perfectly sprawled out for you. All you had to do was pull the blanket off him gently and you had full access to his pliant body which you take full advantage of, turning the vibrator to the lowest setting before pressing it against his clothed cock. 

You start slow—so slow that at first, he barely reacts, just a faint shift in his breathing, a subtle twitch of his fingers. That’s exactly what you wanted. You didn’t want to wake him abruptly; you wanted this to build gradually, for the pleasure to have fully taken hold of his mind by the time he is slowly eased into awareness.  

Carefully, you continue, increasing the intensity in small increments, watching as he starts to squirm. His brow furrows, his fingers curl slightly, and his body shifts as if caught between dreams and reality. Every small reaction sends a thrill through you, anticipation coiling in your chest as you wait for the moment his mind finally catches up to his body.

“I… please…” He gulps, begging sweetly even in his dreams, his hips canting ever so slightly towards the vibrator, a small patch of precum staining his sleeping shorts. 

“It’s okay, baby, enjoy it.” You coo in his ear, letting your voice seep into his subconscious mind. “I got you.”

“Mmmhh.” He whimpers, bucking into the vibrating wand and craning his neck backwards, giving you the perfect opportunity to plant bruising kisses there, intent on leaving your marks for Beomgyu to see. You pay special attention to the spot right under his ear, relishing in the sweet way he keens and whines for you before you make your way down his neck to bite down on the spot joining his neck and shoulder.  

He is already far gone by the time he wakes up.

“Oh, god.” He cries, jolting awake and looking around in confusion. “Wha–” 

“Morning, Binnie.” You grin, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. 

“What's g-going on?” He rasps, his hips still ever so slightly bucking up towards the stimulation. 

“You got a bit too excited in your sleep and I thought I’d better take care of you. Aren’t I so nice?” 

“Y-yeah…” He pants, looking down at his dick and his shorts that were already stained with precum.  “Where–where is Beomgyu?”

Your face falls but you quickly school it back into a playful expression, reaching out to tweak his nipple with your fingers. “Running some errands. Why? Can't we have fun without him? Am I not enough?”

Your tone is light, teasing, but there's a quiet ache behind the words—are you too late? Have they already made their decision?

“No, no. You are.” He rests his head back and arches into your touch, giving in. “Just didn’t think you'd be interested in doing this.”

“Silly boy, of course I am interested.” You bend down to wrap your lips around his nipple, making him gasp in shock. 

“Fuck, I think I might cum in my shorts if you keep doing that.” He slurs, sweat beading on his forehead and in the dips of his shoulders. 

“Oh no, we wouldn’t wanna ruin them now, would we?” You grin, pulling down his shorts and boxers to reveal his red, weeping cock. The touch of the vibrator against his bare skin has him thrashing around, causing the wand to miss his cock repeatedly. “Please, please!” He cries as if he’s not the one making it harder on himself. 

“Shhh, calm down, baby. Do you need me to hold it?” You drawl, reaching out to grab his cock with one hand as you press the vibrator directly under the head of his cock with the other, making him lose it, moaning loudly at the intense direct stimulation. “Holy shit, I’m gonna cum. I really need to cum. Can I please cum?”

“Hmm, what if I said no? Will you hold it?” You pretend to actually think about it and he whines in despair. “No, please, I can’t. I feel like I’m gonna lose my mind.”

“Yeah, is it really that bad?” You coo as if you’re talking to a pet, and Soobin nods pitifully. “So bad. Need you so bad. You’re driving me crazy.”

You laugh gleefully. Soobin is so easy. As weak as he is for Beomgyu, he can be for you too. After all, he has never been subtle about his lust for you. Whenever you wear anything even slightly revealing around the house, he openly gawks at you, almost as if he doesn’t realize that you’re able to feel his stare on you and see the boner he half-heartedly tries to hide. 

“Aww, poor, baby. I can’t have you lose your mind, now can I?” You tease his slit with your thumb as you increase the speed of the vibrator to maximum, making him arch his back and cry out as his pleasure quickly reaches its peak. “Cum for me, Binnie. Let it all out, baby.” 

White hot cum starts spurting from his slit, and you keep the vibrator pressed just under the head of his cock while you use your other hand to jerk him off, milking every last drop from his balls and painting his tummy and chest with it. 

“Goood boy.” You coo, marvelling at the amount of cum he lets out, making a right mess of himself. 

“Thank you.” He pants meekly, body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm and the continued stimulation from the vibrator. Before long, it becomes too much, and he cringes back, “Ah, please, too much.” 

You begrudgingly turn off the vibrator and take your hand off him, wishing you could keep his attention on you for a little longer. You run your index finger through the little pool of cum in the dip of his tummy and swirl it around. “Look at the mess you made, baby. Did you need it that bad?” You ask, seeking confirmation from him that he wants you as much as you want him. “Has Beomgyu not been taking care of you?” 

“No, he has but…” He throws his arm over his face to hide behind it. “Just wanted you so bad.” 

You smile happily and take his arm away, forcing him to face you. This is exactly what you wanted. “You’re so cute.” You bend down to kiss him and he quickly reciprocates, his lips slow and languid, but eager nonetheless, matching your every move but letting you lead. 

When you eventually part, he asks, searching your face, “What caused this change of heart? You don't usually initiate these things.”

You shrug, feeling called out. “Can't I think you look hot in your sleep?”

You watch him blush, and you smile, successfully throwing him off your scent. “Hey I wouldn't mind if you woke me up like this every day.”

“I know. I wake up to your boner against my ass every day, remember?” You laugh, and he blushes even deeper, and mumbles, “I haven’t gotten you off yet.”

“No, you didn’t.” You grin, happy at his enthusiasm. “How do you intend to fix that?”

“You could ride my thigh.” He says shyly and you laugh, dutifully taking your pants off and straddling his sweats clad thigh. “Another fantasy of yours?”

He nods, grabbing fistfulls of your ass and helping you grind against the cotton material, not caring about messing it up anymore. In fact, he stares hypnotized as the wet patch grows bigger and bigger with your arousal. 

You’ve never thought about this before but it feels surprisingly good, especially as he tenses his thick thigh and uses his large hands to press you firmly against it, your entire pussy getting stimulated at once.

“Fuck, that feels good.” You moan, throwing your head back, and Soobin reaches out to pull the neckline of your tank top over your breasts, exposing them to his hungry eyes. 

“Fuck, these are pretty. Wish you'd walk around the house topless from now on.” 

“What is it with you boys and tits? You like them that much?” You laugh, making sure to bounce on his thigh a little, making your breasts jiggle from the motion and the horny boy reach for his hardening cock to stroke it. 

“Yeah, they’re so fucking sexy.” He groans, fisting his cock in a blur as he encourages you to grind against his thigh faster and harder, the lewd scene getting to his empty head. “Are you close?” He asks, already feeling the desperation, and you nod, biting your lip. “Yes, baby, gonna squirt all over your thigh. You ready for it? 

He nods enthusiastically, pinching the head of his cock and squeezing out a few large drops of precum. “Fuck, please, do it. Please.” 

You reach out for the discarded vibrator, bringing it to life and pressing it against your clit. It doesn’t take long for you to cry out and cum all over his thigh, your release soaking his sweats and pushing the horny boy over the edge again, except this time, he aims towards you, shooting his cum all over your body, some of it landing on your tits that he loves so much. 

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” He groans, reaching out to cup them in his dirty hands, clearly admiring the view. 

You’re both so blissed out, that you don’t notice that Beomgyu has come back from his errands and has made his way into the room until he speaks out, his voice playful but with an edge of frustration to it. “Hey, what the hell? You having fun without me?” He makes his way towards the bed, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

He leans in, trying to capture your lips with his but you quickly raise your hand, pushing him back. “I’m beat, Gyu.” Your tone is flat, not allowing for much give and take from him. You don't want him to overtake this moment. You’ve worked too hard for it. You want the only impression of this morning left on Soobin's brain to be just you and how good you can make him feel. You can't have Beomgyu waltzing in and hijacking all your hard work. 

He freezes for a moment, clearly thrown off by your unexpected resistance. “That's not fair. How can you expect me to see you both so filthy and covered in Soobin’s cum like this and not get horny?”

“I don't expect anything. You can be horny all you want.” You shrug, the moment feels oddly satisfying. It’s like giving him a taste of his own medicine—making him feel the sting of alienation he has unknowingly inflicted on you too many times.  

Beomgyu stands there, stunned, the usual playful energy suddenly replaced by something unreadable. His expression flickers, unsure if you’re joking or serious, and he looks like he’s reconsidering his next move. 

“You’re really going to do this to me?” He finally asks, a mix of disbelief and amusement in his voice, as he runs a hand through his hair, trying to put on some of his usual confidence.

You smile faintly, leaning closer, but keeping just enough distance to make your point. “You can jerk off to the thought of my tits. You like doing that, right?”

He steps back, a laugh escaping his lips. “You’re such a fucking tease, you know that?” 

“I can help you get off, Beommie.” Soobin offers and you fight to keep the ugly scowl off your face. Damn it, why is Soobin so damn easy?

But to your surprise, Beomgyu declines his offer. “That's okay, baby. You both look exhausted. I'll let it pass this time, but you better wait for me next time.” He jokes, throwing a pointed look at you. 

You chew on your lip nervously. You wonder if he can tell what you’re doing. Beomgyu has always been unexpectedly perceptive, after all. 

Well, you better hope and pray that he is as easily distracted by some tits like Soobin is. 

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Your chance to make a move on Beomgyu comes when Soobin has a late lecture, leaving you and Beomgyu with some time to kill by yourselves. So you set up a “playdate” with him, luring him in with the promise of playing video games, though you don’t really have to do much to convince him. The boy cannot survive by himself for long, and you suspect it’s because even he will drive himself crazy if left alone with his motor mouth.

You put on a convincing set up of his favourite games and snacks, planning to start off by actually playing for a little bit before you make your move, making it look natural.  

But Beomgyu surprises you when he walks into the living room holding a new game in his hands with a proud smile on his face. “Babe, look what I got!” 

You glance up from the couch, raising an eyebrow. The game wasn’t something he would normally be into—it was your favorite genre, not his. You’d talked about it a few times, how much you were looking forward to playing it, but it was clear Beomgyu wasn’t particularly excited about the idea of it. 

“Huh,” You mumble in confusion, not expecting this. "You don’t even like this game, though."

Beomgyu grins, his eyes glinting with that playful, confident spark. “I know, but you’d talked my ear off so much about it that I figured the only way to get you to shut up is to buy it for you.” 

You couldn’t help the massive smile on your face at the unexpected gift. It wasn’t that Beomgyu didn’t do sweet things for you, but this was something different. You know how serious and particular he is about his games. He likes the ones he likes and never bothers with the ones he doesn't. So for him to go out of his way to get you something only you liked, means a lot despite how trivial it may seem to others. 

Still, you can’t resist teasing him just a little. "You really wanted to suck up to me, huh?" You say, a sly grin tugging at your lips. 

He shrugs nonchalantly, his smile never faltering. "Maybe," He says with a wink, his voice playful. "What can I say, I’m willing to suffer through this to make you happy. I’m hopelessly romantic and a perfect gentleman like that."

You chuckle, shaking your head, but secretly, you were touched by the effort. “Maybe next time, I’ll get you one of the stupid and clearly inferior games you like so much.”. 

“Deal. But for now, why don’t give it a try and I’ll try to not die from boredom.”

You start the game, and before long, the two of you fall into a teasing, comfortable rhythm. You poke fun at each other for the mistakes you make—him more often than you—offering tips and laughing at each other’s blunders. The playful banter fills the space, and for a while, it’s just the two of you, lost in the ease of the moment. You forget about soulmates, eternal love, and the nagging fear of being left behind.

You’re having so much fun that you end up playing longer than you’d planned. Beomgyu is loud—his laughter is constant, infectious, and he yells at the TV seemingly every two seconds as if that would help your characters play better. He makes a big deal out of everything, and it’s impossible not to be caught up in it. Every moment with him is larger than life, filled with energy and excitement. 

You can just picture a life spent with him, never a dull moment. You imagine your children thriving in that chaos, their lives full of his boundless energy. They would love him so much. He would be such a fun dad.

Your heart flutters at the thought of him as your husband and the father of your children. But is that the life you really want? Constant chaos, never a quiet moment to call your own?

You steal a quick glance at Beomgyu, but he catches you, his eyes meeting yours with a knowing look. “What?” he teases, flashing his signature lopsided smile at you. 

“You’re loud,” You blurt out the first thing that comes to mind, and immediately feel silly. Beomgyu rolls his eyes dramatically, tossing his controller aside before leaning forward, his grin growing wider as he looms over you.

“Is that all?” He asks, face mere inches from yours. You don’t know why his straightforwardness was making you so nervous. You’ve wanted this exact outcome out of this hangout anyway, but why are you now suddenly acting like your intentions had been innocent? 

“Yes.” You mutter, turning your head back towards the game, but if you thought that might deter Beomgyu then you were sorely mistaken. If anything, he uses this opportunity to press his face into the crook of your neck and pepper your skin in kisses. 

“Beomgyu…” You whine, goosebumps bursting all over your skin. “You’re gonna make us lose.” 

“Who cares? Aren’t you done already?” He huffs, one of his hands grabbing your thigh as he sucks on your sensitive skin. “Want you to pay attention to me.” 

“Stop it. I’m trying to play the game.” You keep up your act, not wanting to appear too eager. Beomgyu is more perceptive than Soobin, and if you give in too easily, he might be able to tell that you’re up to something. 

“Why? Do you only mess around with Soobin?” He snorts, trailing his hand between your legs to cup your heat, making you jump. “I want some attention too.” 

“But I’m not done playing.” Your heart rate picks up at the hint of jealousy in his voice but you keep pretending as if the game in front of you wasn’t just a blur of colours and sounds, your real focus on his hot lips against your neck and his long fingers rubbing against your pussy. 

“Then keep playing and I’ll keep playing too.” He says, pushing your shorts down your legs before pulling them onto the couch, splaying them open so he can stick his face between them and give your underwear-clad pussy a few chaste kisses. 

“Beomgyu, I’m serious…” You warn, your voice anything but, yet Beomgyu–whether playing along or too desperate to notice–still falls for it. 

“Please, baby. You don’t have to do anything. You don’t even have to stop playing. Just please let me have this.” He licks a long stripe along your covered slit before pressing a few kisses against your clit. 

“Fuck, Beomgyu.” You grit, feeling your legs shake already. You hazard a quick glance down at him, your chest bursting into flames at the sight of him looking up at you from between your legs like a horny pup. 

“Just focus on the game, baby, and let me make you feel good.” He persuades, pushing your now drenched underwear to the side so his tongue can access your pussy directly, and you fight to keep your legs from clamping around his head at the sudden spike in pleasure. 

“Fuck.” You curse under your breath, trying to bring your attention back to the game and making a miserable effort at it. The heat pooling inside you from where Beomgyu was kissing and licking at your most sensitive spots is distracting, sending a rush of warmth through your veins, making your head spin and your ears ring. 

The room quickly fills up with a mix of your breathy moans, the obscene sounds of Beomgyu’s wet kisses against your soaking pussy, and the nearly forgotten video game. You try to keep your focus on it but you give up when, out of the corner of your eyes, you see his hips working in tandem with his mouth, rocking against the couch underneath. 

“Are you seriously humping the couch right now? How pathetic.” You mock, acting as if your arousal is not currently dripping down his chin. But since when has Beomgyu been shy about his horniness? No, he meets your gaze straight on and says, “I’d be happy to stop humping the couch and bury my cock in your pussy any time you want, baby.” 

“Shut up.” You mutter, flustered at his brashness, but you can’t keep up the pretense for long, not when he pushes his tongue into your pussy and nuzzles your clit with his nose, completely burying himself in you. You have never had anything inside of you before, and the feeling of Beomgyu’s wet, rough tongue every so slightly brushing against your inner walls has you finally abandoning the game and throwing away the controller so you can pull your shirt up and play with your breasts while he tongue-fucks your pussy. 

“Fuck, you made me lose. You better make it up to me, brat.” You push his face into your pussy further, and for a second you worry that you might be hurting him, but when you look down you see that your roughness just excites him, his hips driving into the couch faster.  

And he does make it up to you. He is so inexplicably good at this, and you hate how easily he drags you towards the edge, as if he has done this many times before, his tongue knowing exactly how to lap and curl to have you gushing, his lips knowing exactly where to kiss and suck to have you whole body seize up, and before long, your panting like you’ve run a marathon and can see the finish line in sight. 

“Beomgyu! Beomgyu!” You cry out, crashing into your orgasm, unable to hold yourself back anymore from clamping your thighs around his head. Not that Beomgyu cares, continuing to literally lap up everything you give him until he has sucked you dry. 

“Oh god,” You shudder, pushing him away from your pussy. He lets you do it, using the opportunity to kiss up your body instead until he makes it to your lips, making you have a taste of your own need on his tongue. 

“Did I make it up to you?” He asks, raising a hand to your chest to roughly grope your tits. 

“Maybe.” You breathe out, the shakiness of your voice betraying you. 

“Well then maybe you can help me out too.” He says, pointedly bucking his cock against your pussy. 

“Hmm, I don’t know if it was that good.” 

“Not that good? You almost smothered me with your pussy.” He scoffs and you blush. “Don’t get me wrong, I would have died a happy man, but not that good, my ass.” 

You roll your eyes at him, pushing a hand between your bodies to grab his dick and jerk him off. “There, are you happy?” 

He closes his eyes for a moment, seemingly savouring your touch, but then he opens them again and asks, “Come on, I just let you hump my face and all you’re gonna give me is a lousy handjob? At least suck me off or let me fuck these perfect tits.” He kneads your breasts with his hands while he bucks into your grip despite his protests. “God, if my soulmate has tits like this, I wouldn’t be able to keep my dick out of her.” 

He wraps his lips around them, kissing and sucking them desperately, but your mind lingers on his words. Her? Does he think he’ll get a female soulmate then? Could it possibly be you…

“Okay.” You answer in a small voice but Beomgyu’s eager ears pick it up, and he quickly climbs over you so he’s straddling your upper body, leering down at you with dark lust in his eyes. 

“Push your tits together for me, baby.” He instructs you and you bashfully do it, looking away. “Fuck you're such a pretty whore.”

“Beomgyu.” You frown, chastising him as he rocks his hips forward, fucking his cock between your breasts. 

“Shhh, it's okay, baby. You’re my whore.” He tells you, and as you open your mouth to protest his possessive proclamation, he uses the opportunity to push his cock into your mouth, getting to fuck your tits and your mouth all in one. “Fuck, that’s it. That’s just what I wanted.” 

You frown up at him but don’t push him off. He’s looking down at you like he’s drunk off you, and isn’t that exactly what you wanted? You may not have maintained the upper hand but the way he’s looking at you like you hold his balls in your hands is enough to justify letting him do this. 

“Yeah, keep looking at me. You look so sexy with my cock in your mouth.” He continues to spit filth at you, his cock thrusting between your breasts and right into your open mouth, the pleasure clearly getting to his head if the bleary look in his eyes or the whiny tinge to his voice is any indication. You’ve got him in the palm of your hand and you didn’t even have to try. He did it all for you. 

“Say you want it, baby. Tell me you want my cum in your pretty mouth.” 

“Beo–gyuuu–” You slur, barely able to speak with his cock filling your mouth over and over again. 

“Come on, baby. You let Soobinie cover you with his cum. It is only fair for you to swallow down mine.” He coaxes, continuing to play with your breasts with his hands as he feeds you his cock. You glare up at him but really you’re loving it. This is exactly what you wanted, the boys vying for your attention. 

“Do it, please.” He begs, desperation growing more clear the longer you take to give in. Whether he knows that that would get him what he wants or he simply got lucky, you don’t know but the shiver of pleasure that zaps through you at his pathetic whimpers gets you to finally give in, looking up at him with lustful eyes and begging him oh-so-sweetly, “Please, cum in my mouth, Beommie. Wanna taste you at the back of my throat.” 

“Fuck–” He cries, grabbing your hair to steady your head and slamming his cock into your mouth, giving you exactly what you asked for. Your throat closes up around the intrusion and your eyelashes brim with tears but the look of ecstasy on Beomgyu’s face makes it all worth it. “Holy shit, you’re s-so goood…” He whines, emptying part of his load at the back of your throat before he pulls out to finish on your face, jerking himself off into overstimulation just so he can give you every last drop of his cum, covering your face in his hot, sticky seed while your mouth was filled with the salty taste of him. 

“Shit,” he breathes, his thumb gliding over your swollen lips. “You’re so pretty,” he murmurs, voice low, almost reverent.

You scoff weakly, turning your head away, your hair clinging to your skin with sweat and cum making you feel anything but beautiful. “Shut up. I must look disgusting right now.” 

But Beomgyu doesn’t relent. Instead, he reaches out, fingers brushing against your skin as he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“No,” he whispers, gaze full of adoration. “You’re beautiful. The most beautiful girl in the world. And you’re mine.”

His words stun you and you blink rapidly, trying to make sense of what is happening. What the fuck is he trying to do? Has he been playing the same game you’ve just now started to play all this time?

Your stomach swirls with a confusing mix of happiness, suspicion and guilt, making you nauseous. “Beomgyu… You need to stop saying stuff like that.”

He frowns, confusion flickering across his face. “What stuff? That you’re mine? That I love you?”

You suck in a sharp breath, defensive walls springing up around you in alarm. “Yes. You can’t keep saying that to me and Soobin. You’re gonna get one of us seriously hurt.”

“Sorry, I am not a fucking coward.” Beomgyu looks pissed off, as if you’re the one making wild and dangerous proclamations. “I’m just saying what we’re all thinking. One of us is going to get hurt anyway, and it could be me. But I’d rather face that than live with the regret of never letting you know how I feel, of not savoring this while it lasts.”

His words hang oppressively between you, even after the intensity is long gone from his face and his eyes take on a pitiful look. They search yours desperately, pleading for something you’re not sure is okay to give.  

“Will you say it back?,” He presses, his voice trembling. “Tell me I’m not crazy.”

You hesitate. The words seem so simple…I love you–they should come easily. You’ve said them many times before, light and carefree. But now they carry a double meaning–no longer are they just an expression of unbreakable friendship… Now they hide behind them a world of heartbreak and hurt, waiting to pounce on you and tear you apart, starting with this moment as Beomgyu continues to stare at you with hope and anticipation.

You can’t withhold the words from him, and maybe you’re being stupid, trading the small hurt of holding back now for the much bigger pain of possibly taking it away later. But at this moment, you can’t bring yourself to do it. Not when he looks at you like he won’t be able to breathe if you don’t say it.

“I love you too,” You swallow hard, the words barely escaping your lips, but Beomgyu accepts them eagerly, his face lighting up, the tension fading from his features. “That’s all I needed to hear.” 

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A/N: the plot is finally start to plot lol what do you guys think so far

“feels good, baby?” you’d ask, and all he’d be able to do is nod quickly into the pillow, so shy over how easily he’s falling apart for you like this.

your thrusts eventually growing firmer and he’d start rutting his hips into the mattress, hard leaking cock aching for friction — you wouldn’t let him, giving him a small spank that results in his desperate, muffled groan, his head finally shifting to the side a little to peek up at you over his shoulder with hazy, watery eyes.

“please,” he’d grit softly, all his usual brattiness flown far out the window when you’re inside him (until he starts getting used to it, at least, but that’s a whole other story).

you’d reach down to slide your hand up his back and tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging gently, just enough for his head to lift slightly off the pillow, eyes fluttering shut and jaw dropping open around a moan as you push in as deep as you can go — the unfamiliar nudge against his prostrate would have him cumming immediately against the sheets with a strangled noise and a jolt of his hips. belly sticky with his own release, you let his head drop back down against the pillow as he lays there panting, eyes heavy-lidded and fingers still gripping the pillow’s edges tightly as you soothe him down from his high.

(you may even sneak some overstimulation in there via handjob right afterwards, much to his mewling, hip-bucking surprise).

it’s safe to say then that you’ll definitely be doing this with him again.

⇢ soobin: it doesn’t happen particularly often, but you’d just have a way of knowing when he needs it; coming home tired and overworked, feeling the weight of leadership and responsibility on his shoulders, needing someone else to take care of him even if only for a little while.

there’s a special look reserved for these occasions, one where he doesn’t even need to say anything, one that you understand the meaning of immediately when he trudges sullenly through the door.

similar to beomgyu, i can picture him laying on his stomach; one knee bent and cheek resting against the pillow while you roll your hips against him, gently but firmly gripping his ass for leverage. his eyes squeezed shut as he bites down on the corner of the sheet in his grasp, a futile half-assed attempt at muffling the sweet staccato moans that bubble past his lips, drool collecting at the corners — though he doesn’t care about any of that right now, only focused on how good it feels to let go, his hips jumping every time his weeping cock rubs against the sheets beneath him from the steady movements of your thrusts.

he’d groan gutturally every time you degrade him, a contrast to his otherwise higher-pitched sounds; “dumb baby just wants to get fucked, huh? just wants to lay there all stupid and take it?”

and alternatively, when you later have him turn over onto his back so you can offer stimulation to his poor aching cock, whimpers fall from his pouty lips both from the feeling and from your praise as you lean down towards him with a gentle hand around his throat and whisper, “you’re so perfect, binnie, ‘m so proud of you.”

between your words and the way your free hand strokes him perfectly in time with your now deeper-angled thrusts, it wouldn’t be long before his cum is spilling out over your fist and all over his abs with a sharp, gasping moan as his large hand wraps desperately around your much smaller wrist while you lightly squeeze his throat. afterwards you’d lean down to pepper his cheeks in soft kisses, and his eyes would slide shut with a sigh as he shakily breathes, “thank you.”

⇢ yeonjun: okay, with yeonjun it would be especially fun. i definitely do see him as a dom, but i also see him as someone willing to try lots of things — so he’d agree to let you try pegging him not even because he’s into it but just because he’s down to experiment and have fun with it if it’s something you want to do.

so while it may be more in your interest than it is in his, that certainly wouldn’t stop him from putting his whole yeonussy into it. no toxic masculinity to be found! he’s a confident guy; ever the performer, he wouldn’t be afraid to go ass up for you, his moans filthy and pornographic as you fuck into him from behind, giggles falling past your lips as he grins up at you devilishly over his shoulder. he loves to see you enjoying yourself, and he’s definitely not above admitting how good it actually does feel — so it’s safe to say that this kinky experiment would be a successful one for the both of you.

“fuck, harder,” he’d groan, head slumping down into the pillows with his lip between his teeth, smirking around a satisfied, gasped-out moan when you comply. despite being the bottom here, he’d be more of a yapper in this situation than you; not even the switch in dynamics can stop him from spewing all kinds of nasty things as he pushes back against your hips to meet your thrusts.

“how’d you learn to fuck this good, huh, princess? shit, just like that, yeah- fuck, give it to me- god, you’re so deep. is this how you feel when i’m rearranging your guts? ah-!”

the spank you’d land on his ass in response would only make him cockier, a breathless laugh turned shameless moan as he presses his upper body down against the sheets and arches his back further for you.

“i must be a good teacher,” he’d slur with a shit-eating grin.

“shut up,” you’d reply back, reaching around with one hand to firmly pump his stiff cock, which of course only does the opposite of getting him to shut up — though you don’t complain, not when you’re so turned on by his eagerness, not when you already know that he’ll be letting you try this on him again.

⇢ taehyun: now i’m sorry to all my sub!tyun enthusiasts out there, but... i think he would shut that shit down IMMEDIATELY lmfao 😭

i see taehyun as a pure dom — you’d propose the idea to him more as a silly musing than anything, but the unimpressed, brow-quirked look he’d give you would be similar enough to his notorious brat taming stare that it would have you backtracking on your words right away.

i think he’d even go as far as to do the opposite and fuck you stupid instead in response, leaving you too drunk on his cock to even remember why you wanted to try pegging him in the first place as he challenges in your ear while he’s got you bent practically in half, “still wanna put it in my ass?”

BUT,,, this is a post abt pegging, so.. hypothetically, if taehyun really were to let you put it in his ass, here’s how i think it would go.

now let’s remember that taehyun is also a spontaneous and adventurous person in general. so perhaps that would be one of the driving points in him agreeing, but i think the main thing that would finally make him relent is the fact that in the end, he always prioritizes your pleasure and if it’s something you really want to try, he’d let you do it at least once.

begrudgingly settling back against the pillows when it’s time, slightly propped up as you situate yourself between his legs — abs clenching and a small hiss from between his teeth as you slowly enter him, your hand wrapping around his cock with a squeeze as you slide it up to circle your thumb around the tip.

he’d inhale sharply when you eventually bottom out; his hands gripping the tops of your thighs, still somehow holding an air of control even in this situation. he’d even reach down to circle his fingers around your clit as you begin to move in and out of him, your lips parting around a small mewl as you pump his cock in time with the pace of his fingers, his eyes boring up into yours almost challengingly the entire time in a way that leaves you breathless.

you’d become enamored, though, with the way he eventually starts to fall apart, even though he fights hard to keep control of himself — his breaths gradually growing quicker and heavier, teeth gritting and grip on you tightening before his lips would finally part in a small, pretty noise that takes you completely by surprise.

his usual deep grunts would be replaced by choked, breathy sounds in a pitch that you’ve only ever heard when he sings; and that’s when you’d start to get bold, testing the waters, repeatedly edging his throbbing cock and — much to his surprise — pushing his hands away when he’d try to take back some semblance of control.

“fuck, come on, babe-“ “i decide when you cum this time, tyunnie.” a breathless, disbelieving laugh on his end — “oh, you do, huh? you better be careful, doll, or you’re gonna- a-ah!- regret that later-“

at first he’d find your attempt at dominance amusing, cute — until it’s not, because then he’d even begin to think that it’s hot. you’d never have imagined you’d have your big, strong, dominant boyfriend groaning and gasping so pliantly underneath you like this, but when he finally cums, he’s immediately slumping limply back against the pillows with panting breaths and twitching hips.

your triumph doesn’t last too long, however, when he brings his hand to your throat to pull you down into a firm kiss — you already know that he was definitely not lying about putting you in your place later, which you can’t even pretend to protest to as your neglected pussy clenches pathetically in response. (“this slutty little pussy can’t even go a day without needing my cock to fill it up, can it?” he’d tsk mockingly in your ear later as he fucks you face down into the mattress).

not sure how easily he’d let you peg him again, but i will say it may not be the last time he lets you edge him.

⇢ kai: cue calm huening smile that makes you think you’re dead meat for a second when you first suggest it..

nah but i think hyuka would be patient with your ideas, surprisingly willing to go along with them most of the time, so on days when you skip over to him with the strap he just *small sigh* “okay 🙂”

he enjoys it when you dote on him anyway, so he can’t really complain whenever you situate him into a nest of pillows and plushies, smiling up at you sweetly with his hands on your waist as you cover him in kisses and promises that you’ll make him feel good.

he knows that you will; his head tipping back into the pillows and eyes sliding shut with a slow, breathy sigh as you enter him, his fingers tightening marginally in their soft grip on your skin, your lips on his neck as you rock into him making him hum out a quiet noise that soon turns into a whimper when you wrap your hand around his thick cock and slowly begin to stroke.

you wouldn’t need to keep doing that for long, though, because he’d soon begin rolling his hips up instead, fucking himself into your hand in a steady rhythm as he looks up at you through hazy, half-lidded eyes.

neither of you would really need to say much; all soft noises and quiet whispers, his large hands wandering your body all the while, and you would know he’s getting close when the room starts to fill with the lewd wet sounds of his cock squelching in your hand, leaking more and more pre-cum the deeper you go — his back would arch with a whimpered groan, eyes squeezing shut as his head falls back, and you then pressing down to nip and kiss at his exposed jaw with a particularly punctuated thrust would be all that it takes for his release to spurt from his tip and coat the both of your bellies in creamy white.

you’d both giggle a little in the aftermath when you coo at him, and he’s happy that you’re happy, wanting to return the favor once the strap is off as he begins guiding your hips up towards his face for a well-deserved meal. (well-deserved for who? no one knows, cuz it’s a win/win for you both).

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a/n - my bad i didn’t mean for terry’s part to be so much longer i got lost in the sauce

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