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Nineteen | Woohyun/Sunggyu, Hoya(Howon)/Dongwoo, L(Myungsoo)/Sungyeol | Smut, Fluff > Crack | NC17 (sexual situations)
Summary: Typical high school fic in which Woohyun is no longer top dog, Myungsoo’s life becomes interesting, Howon finally feels something and Sungjong discovers his future.
(poster by chocolate_ai)
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[Just FYI: Rated scene has been marked, so you can read the rest of the chapter and just skip the rated scene. However, I do recommend you read it (IF you are over 18, young people) because a lot of what goes through Sungyeol’s head during the scene explains his feelings towards Myungsoo better than the rest of the chapter does.]
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Yongguk didn’t come to school the next day either, but Sungjong wasn’t as anxious this time. He knew Yongguk just needed some time for the news to settle and sink in. He just needed a few days or so to come to terms with the information.
That lunch time, Sungjong hung out with Howon instead of going to a lunch time club. He knew Howon would be lonely with Dongwoo suddenly over eight thousand kilometres away and Sunggyu at another boring meeting. Strangely enough, Howon actually talked a little. Sungjong felt a little interrogated, but he got used to the sharp questions like What are Yongguk’s intentions with you? and Isn’t Yongguk from West campus? It felt kind of nice to know Howon was being a touch bit protective over him. It didn’t happen very often.
By Friday, Howon had quietened about Yongguk, probably having had run out of questions. They began to talk about Sunggyu and Woohyun’s relationship - Well, whether there was a relationship or not. Howon honestly didn’t know. Sunggyu and Woohyun had shown particular interest in each other, but he hadn’t seen them around together enough to observe properly. Sunggyu was always fulfilling his presidential responsibilities and Woohyun was always roughhousing and getting thrown in detention. Sungjong commented how opposites attract and used Howon and Dongwoo as an example. Howon just silenced and thought about that theory for a moment or two. Nonetheless, where Sunggyu and Woohyun’s relationship was heading was unknown. Howon was never an expert on romantic relationships.
Sungjong had somehow convinced Yongguk to get out of his hole and to a convenience store where they filled themselves up with cheap snacks that probably would do wonders to their blood sugars.
‘How are you holding up?’ Sungjong queried, chugging down a powdered sugar candy from the little packet it came in.
‘I’m pretty okay, actually,’ Yongguk responded with a small smile, ‘Just using it as an excuse to wag school now.’
Sungjong narrowed his eyes. ‘That’s pretty disrespectful to your grandmother, you know,’ he nagged.
Before Yongguk could say something, Sungjong shoved a lollipop into his opened mouth and threatened, ‘If you say sorry now, I’m going to slap you across the face.’
Yongguk laughed, sucking on the candy.
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It was getting dark outside that Friday night. Howon had been in the bathroom, staring at his own reflection.
He was tempted. He was really tempted to break open a razor blade, a glass, a mirror, just anything sharp enough to slice through skin and see red. His fingers twitched against the granite sink, inching closer and closer to his left sleeve.
‘Howon, are you done in there?!’ Howon heard his mother shout from the other side of the door.
Howon ignored her. He blocked out her voice and tried to think, calming himself down to make a decision.
‘Howon, you’ve been in there for an hour, is something wrong?’
‘No,’ Howon shouted back, his voice cracking.
‘Are you sure?’
Howon twisted the tap and splashed cold water on his face for the umpteenth time.
‘Howon, you have to tell me if something is wrong!’
He looked at his sleeve and he let out a broken sigh. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t break his promise. He knew he could be better than that. He knew he could be stronger than that. He just knew Dongwoo would be angry with him again if he did. Without further ado, Howon walked out of the bathroom, heading straight to his room where he could distract himself from his temptations.
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‘I don’t know… I’m beginning to miss Dongwoo,’ Sunggyu sighed, tapping his fingers on the balcony railing. It was apparent that Woohyun was somewhat annoyed by how Sunggyu always favoured Sungyeol and Dongwoo over him. He always gave them special treatment because they were cuter than him - Well, apparently they were cuter than him. Woohyun still thought he was the cutest among all of Paran.
Woohyun groaned exasperatedly, ‘It’s only been four days!’
‘Four of the worst days of my life,’ Sunggyu scoffed. Yeah, he was just trying to piss the younger guy off now.
Woohyun huffed childishly, ‘Would you miss me if I went to Vancouver?’
‘Probably not.’
‘Really? Even if you couldn’t call me every night?’
Sunggyu went back into his room and slid onto the bed, stomach on the mattress and propped up on his elbows. ‘I’ll make you call me. I don’t care how big your phone bill is,’ he deadpanned dryly. He then rolled over onto his side and hugged his pillow tightly, waiting for Woohyun’s whiny reply which unexpectedly didn’t come.
Instead, Woohyun asked rather warily, ‘It’s Friday… Want to do something?’
Sunggyu smirked. Did Woohyun really miss him that much already?
‘Sure.’
Woohyun sat up from his bed and therefore asked in a strained voice, ‘Willing to sneak into a club?’
‘Willing to get punched in the face?’ Sunggyu countered, raising an eyebrow.
After the snarky comeback, the two boys held their phones to their ears in silence, practically hearing that the other was thinking deeply on the other side of the call.
An idea emerged into Woohyun’s head and he clicked his fingers. ‘I know a place,’ he announced.
Sunggyu pursed his lips.
‘I’ll pick you up in five minutes,’ Woohyun said.
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‘My hair’s not long enough for this!’
Myungsoo rolled his eyes and glare upwards at Sungyeol’s window. He had been throwing rocks until Sungyeol was smart enough to realise it wasn’t weird hail.
‘Hurry up and come down here!’ Myungsoo shouted, keeping an eye out for Sungyeol’s parents. Without complaining, Sungyeol slithered out of the window and clutched onto the wooden frame. He climbed down without difficulty and it made Myungsoo tilt his head in confusion.
‘Wow, you’re really good at that,’ he commented.
‘I’ve only snuck out a quadrillion times before,’ Sungyeol exaggerated, heading towards the fence to climb over it. When Myungsoo gave him a questioning look, he merely shrugged and said, ‘West campus.’
Sungyeol easily jumped over the fence in one motion, Myungsoo following suit.
‘Explains everything, really,’ Myungsoo scoffed.
As soon as they began walking down the footpath, Myungsoo’s hand found refuge at Sungyeol’s waist. It had been a few weeks since Myungsoo started this charade and therefore Sungyeol was used to the sweet touches, letting the hand be. Sungyeol had to admit that he liked the touches too, so he didn’t find a point in pushing the other away.
‘Where are you taking me?’ Sungyeol asked, Myungsoo turning them in a direction away from the main road.
‘My house,’ Myungsoo answered simply.
‘Why?’
‘Because Gyu isn’t home.’
Sungyeol’s eyes widened.
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‘Woohyun, this is fucking insane!’ Sunggyu hissed, placing his hands on his hips and glaring at the back of Woohyun’s head.
Woohyun was still holding the bent wired fencing in his hands, stretching the metal enough to create a hole big enough for the older boy to crawl through. ‘Don’t tell me you don’t want to,’ Woohyun chuckled, giving Sunggyu the knowing look.
With a frustrated sigh, Sunggyu got on his hands and knees and slinked through the makeshift opening. (And Woohyun may or may not have checked out his perky ass in the process.) After some struggling to get through the fence - Sunggyu was no help at all and just watched him with a hard glare - Woohyun stood up and dusted his hands, pointing in a direction so the two could begin walking.
It had been a while since Woohyun had been to the place - It really hadn’t changed one bit, except for the lack of delinquents running around and tackling each other. Woohyun looked up and saw a pair of underpants tied onto a tree branch and he smiled to himself. West campus hadn’t really changed at all.
They stepped onto the worn out basketball court and Sunggyu could’ve sworn those were blood stains on the asphalt. Sunggyu was holding his arms tightly around his chest, making Woohyun roll his eyes and blow the hair out of his face.
‘I’m starting to believe you only where thin clothes because you want my jackets,’ Woohyun sneered, slipping off his jacket and chucking it to Sunggyu.
Sunggyu almost dropped it, but got a good grip of the cotton hoodie eventually. ‘Maybe I don’t feel cold and you’re just being ridiculous,’ he retorted, putting on the jacket nonetheless.
They eventually strolled to the actual school building, standing in front of the doors. Even Sunggyu had to admit the long scratch marks and the illegibly written GET ME OUT OF HERE were a little intimidating.
Woohyun gripped the metal handle without a care and expectedly it didn’t budge.
‘It’s locked, isn’t?’ Sunggyu sighed, starting to believe this idea was a dud.
The comment made Woohyun’s lip quirk. He kicked an overgrown bush that was next to the door and slid out a panel of wood that was attached to the wall, revealing the way in and out. Sunggyu’s eyes widened and he twitched his head.
‘West campus for you,’ Woohyun commented, ‘Thank Lee Sungyeol for this trap door.’ And all this time Sunggyu thought Sungyeol was a studious little pupil.
Woohyun made a hand gesture towards the sliced out wall and Sunggyu heaved a sigh. ‘It’s been a long time since I’ve done this much crawling,’ he remarked ironically before getting back onto his hands and knees. (Woohyun may or may not have checked his ass out a second time.)
The two began casually walking through the hallways of the first floor, examining every graffitied locker, broken hinge, inappropriate drawing and odd inanimate object that was floating around the place. Sunggyu was almost disgusted at the condition of the place and how utterly torturous it looked - Seriously, there was a big rusty cage sitting beside the lockers with a broken chair and cut rope inside it. Sunggyu’s mind was making up all sorts of nasty stories. And he thought all those rumours about West campus were bullshit.
‘School at night,’ Woohyun mentioned, completely comfortable (He used to be king of this shithole after all), ‘Like a horror movie, ha?’
‘Typical, boring horror movie,’ Sunggyu replied with a bored yawn. He then saw an old sign that read Nurse and peaked into the cracked glass window on the door. All he saw was used syringes and something that looked an awful lot like a dead pigeon. He didn’t want to know. However, there was something about this abandoned school that interested him. Maybe it was because it was the complete opposite to East campus, but it also could’ve been because Woohyun was there with him and Woohyun use to run this place somehow. To get his attention (Woohyun was reliving memories), Sunggyu bumped shoulders with him and requested, ‘I’ve never been here before… Tour please, Mr ex student body president.’
They reached the end of the corridor and so Woohyun held his hand out to make a cheesy gesture. ‘Right this way, ma’am,’ he joked, unfortunately earning a painful punch to his arm. ‘Ow!’
They reached a staircase and Sunggyu sternly enforced the option to not go up the stairs. He used the what looked like acid-resulting holes, the sharp pieces of metal, and the barbed wire wrapped around the railing to convince Woohyun they shouldn’t go up there unless he wanted to die a very painful death by the hands of Sunggyu.
Woohyun shrugged and lead him towards a different direction, honestly not caring about taking the stairs or not. He used to take the stairs all the time back in the day, barbed wire and all.
The two passed a few trashed classrooms, Woohyun pointing out his old math classroom. There was a chair and rope at the back too. Sunggyu got awfully suspicious as to whether Woohyun used that for his prisoners or not. He decided to go with the former, mentally labelling Woohyun an extreme bully.
They passed a restroom and the smell made Sunggyu almost puke. Outside the door were stacks and stacks of toilet paper. When Woohyun finally remembered why the students kept it at an accessible place, he grinned mischievously. He picked up a roll in his hand and threw it up and down, looking over his shoulder at Sunggyu.
‘Want to have some fun?’ he offered.
The evil look on his face made Sunggyu take a step back in caution. Was Woohyun going to mummify him?
‘How?’
Luckily - well, it depends how you look at it - Woohyun didn’t mummify him and instead took him outside to a big tree on the oval that looked just about dead.
‘This is utterly stupid,’ Sunggyu laughed, watching as Woohyun demonstrated his toilet paper-throwing skills. Woohyun chucked Sunggyu a roll and nudged him towards the tree. All Sunggyu could do was sigh and think to himself what a horrible student body president he was. Nonetheless, Woohyun had somehow manipulated his mind and made him throw, draping the white strips over the tree.
Once he got the hang out it, it became that much more fun. Sunggyu theorised that the thought of being caught, since they were in a semi-public area, only added to the excitement.
‘The last time I did this was when I was in elementary school,’ Sunggyu exclaimed loudly, forgetting that anyone walking along the back fence could probably hear him.
‘Really? I did this to Yongguk’s house a few weeks ago,’ Woohyun laughed back.
Sunggyu gawked at him and then threw the empty cardboard toilet paper roll at Woohyun’s head, hitting him accurately. Woohyun narrowed his eyes and then smirked, holding up his length of toilet paper as a threat. Sunggyu blinked and then he made a break for it, running down the oval as fast as he could.
Obviously, Woohyun worked out as he quickly caught up to him, catching him around the waist with one arm. Sunggyu laughed out a whole string of profanities and protests, struggling in Woohyun’s hold, but Woohyun wrapped the toilet paper around him eventually, over his face. Seeing the band of white of Sunggyu’s features made Woohyun laughed hysterically, letting him go. Sunggyu was laughing too.
They somehow ended up standing a little too close to each other than normal friends would. They ended up staring at each other as their laughing died out and then they were just staring at each other. Woohyun couldn’t move and Sunggyu couldn’t either.
Something came over the younger of the two and he leaned in slowly as if waiting for any kind of response from the other - Sunggyu didn’t budge and Woohyun could’ve sworn he saw Sunggyu’s eyelids flutter in the split second his own eyelids closed.
And before he knew it, Sunggyu’s voice interrupted everything.
‘What’s that?’
Woohyun turned around and immediately stiffened at what he saw - flashlight. The two students glanced at each other and then ran over to the building where they wouldn’t be visible to the person with the torch.
Sunggyu’s breathing staggered, never having been in such a ridiculous situation before, but Woohyun seemed to have as he used his palm to press Sunggyu flat against the wall like he was doing. Sunggyu tried his best to even out his breathing, refusing to make a noise.
The light looked like it was coming closer so Woohyun signalled Sunggyu to slide against the wall in the opposite direction. Sunggyu obliged obediently and waited for further instructions.
They made it to the end of the wall and the light was really close now. Woohyun kicked another bush and indeed there was another slide-out panel there. Even in their situation, Sunggyu couldn’t help but roll his eyes - Lee Sungyeol.
They crawled in and let out breaths of relief as they were inside. Woohyun took no time in giving Sunggyu directions and just clutched his sleeve and ran as fast as he could. Sunggyu had trouble matching his steps, but eventually got there. They crawled out through the next hole and ran towards the wired fence, exiting like they came in - except this time, Sunggyu actually helped Woohyun to his feet.
After getting up, they ran down the street, to the next corner and halted, catching their breaths. Sunggyu leaned against the cool metal of the street sign post and swiped the sweat off his forehead, the adrenalin still pumping through his system. Woohyun laughed a little at the excitement and pressed his hands against his knees, pinching the sweat off his nose.
When his voice came back, Sunggyu instantly nagged, ‘You idiot, we could’ve been charged with trespassing!’
‘But we didn’t and it was fun, wasn’t it?’ Woohyun chuckled, standing up straight with a bright grin.
Sunggyu bit his lip. ‘Yeah, it was fun,’ he admitted, smiling toothlessly back at the other.
They walked back to school carelessly in search of Woohyun’s car, Woohyun mentioning, ‘Still got just over an hour until midnight. Want to do something?’
Sunggyu felt his stomach rumble. ‘Well, I haven’t eaten dinner yet,’ he vaguely suggested.
‘What?’ Woohyun snapped, checking the time again - It was almost eleven o’clock and Sunggyu hadn’t eaten dinner yet?
Sunggyu shrugged carelessly. ‘I forgot.’
‘You forgot that you’re hungry?’ Woohyun deadpanned in a disapproving tone.
‘No, I forgot that I haven’t eaten.’
Maybe Sunggyu was contagious, but Woohyun sounded like he was nagging. ‘And where is Myungsoo to tell his brother to eat dinner?’
‘I don’t know. He told me he was going out with some old friends tonight,’ Sunggyu explained, not seeing how Myungsoo had anything to do with his diet and poor meal routine.
‘That dog,’ Woohyun growled. Sunggyu laughed at Woohyun’s stupid angry face.
They reached Woohyun’s car and the younger boy unlocked it. He opened up the passenger seat door and pointed to it. ‘Your chariot awaits, princess. Any restaurant my baby wants,’ he announced jokingly. Sunggyu scoffed and pinched the flesh under Woohyun’s jawline, behind his ear, as he stepped into the car. ‘Ow!’
Sunggyu chuckled, ‘You weren’t expecting that, now were you?’ Howon taught him about that sensitive spot. How and why did Howon know about these painful pressure points? Sunggyu didn’t bother asking. Frankly, he didn’t care what Howon knew and what he didn’t.
‘I was expecting another punch, but ouch that really hurts,’ Woohyun mumbled, rubbing his neck.
- [RATED START]
‘M - Myungsoo… Ah, stop it!’
As soon as Myungsoo and Sungyeol stepped into the house, Myungsoo shoved Sungyeol against the side table besides the couch and began frantically kissing, licking and biting him everywhere. Sungyeol was in his right mind to struggle against his hold, but Myungsoo was that much more stronger than he was. Myungsoo’s hand had somehow crept its way under Sungyeol’s shirt, swiping roughly and toying with the soft skin that was slowly heating up.
Myungsoo pulled away to see Sungyeol’s flushed cheeks, his chest rising up and down as he panted. ‘But you obviously don’t want me to stop it,’ Myungsoo retorted slyly, his lips finding their way back to the patch of skin behind Sungyeol’s pierced ear.
‘Please,’ Sungyeol whispered, beginning to sound desperate.
The word made Myungsoo halt his actions. He then looked at the other boy and smiled sweetly. ‘It’s okay. I’ll be careful,’ he murmured. He pressed his lips against Sungyeol’s, moving in soft, slow movements. He was being so gentle, his movements filled with such need and love, that Sungyeol couldn’t help but fall for it. He couldn’t help but let Myungsoo’s hand wrap around his wrist and walk him upstairs, to Myungsoo’s room.
As they passed through, Sungyeol saw their mother’s door and asked, ‘Is your mum home?’
‘She is, but she’s sleeping. She’s a strong sleeper, so it’s going to be okay,’ he answered reassuringly. Sungyeol wasn’t entirely convinced, but he followed Myungsoo’s actions anyway.
When they were in Myungsoo’s room, Myungsoo securely closed the door and then went over to sit on his bed. Sungyeol stood there and stared at him for a moment, until Myungsoo smiled that stupid lopsided smile and Sungyeol swallowed thickly, taking a few steps forward until he was closely in front of the younger student.
Myungsoo smiled and grabbed his hands, pulling him closer. Sungyeol eventually got the message and straddled the younger, blushing. He thanked God Myungsoo didn’t bother to turn on the light and it was slightly dim in his room.
‘Baby, you okay?’ Myungsoo cooed, his voice velvety and making Sungyeol want to just push him down onto the bed and rip all his clothes off. But he restrained himself because he surprisingly had some respect for morals left.
‘I’m okay,’ Sungyeol uttered back, leaning into Myungsoo’s inviting warmth. The latter smiled and slowly kissed up his neck, leaving a slightly sticky trail.
Sungyeol was frozen still.
Myungsoo’s hands began roaming every part of Sungyeol, over his chest, down his abdomen, up his thighs. And when Myungsoo’s hands moved to Sungyeol’s ass, Sungyeol started hiccupping. Myungsoo laughed breathlessly, ‘You’re just too cute.’
Thanks to that comment, Sungyeol immediately softened because he realised he shouldn’t be so embarrassed. It was just Myungsoo, the Myungsoo he hung out with every day.
They had somehow ended up with Sungyeol on his back, naked, with a fully-clothed Myungsoo hovering above him. Sungyeol was not please at this and tugged at Myungsoo’s shirt with a pout Myungsoo couldn’t refuse. With a gentle nibble of Sungyeol’s jutted bottom lip, Myungsoo got to his knees and began to strip himself. Sungyeol was watching, but trying not to.
By the time Myungsoo came back, Sungyeol caught himself unconsciously staring. Myungsoo’s hands were back to exploring Sungyeol’s skin, except this time there was no obstructing clothing in their way. They spent a good few minutes trying to achieve as much skin-on-skin contact as possible, Myungsoo’s tongue having its way in Sungyeol’s hot mouth without any resistance. Myungsoo smirked into the kiss, knowing all too well he had Sungyeol under his control. He had turned Sungyeol submissive and he was going to enjoy every moment of it.
When they ran out of air, Myungsoo pulled away, watching as the strings of saliva between them slowly snapped. Sungyeol was too busy panting, feeling his face, his chest, his everything heat up. Myungsoo’s simple touches - combing his fingers through his dishevelled hair, swiping his inner thighs, squeezing his waist - left Sungyeol breathless, left his skin tingling.
‘Fuck, I want you,’ Myungsoo growled, sitting himself up.
After listening to Myungsoo’s frantic rummaging, excitement took over the disappointment from the loss of Myungsoo’s skin on his. Myungsoo came back with a bottle and Sungyeol’s vision became blurry. Myungsoo hastily uncapped the bottle and smothered his fingers in the cooling liquid.
From the sight alone, Sungyeol didn’t think he could be more aroused, but then Myungsoo smirked at him and Sungyeol grew unbelievably harder.
‘You ready, beautiful?’ Myungsoo cooed, his voice deep and husky and Sungyeol wanted to fucking scream yes, fuck me already. However, he thought a subtle nod was more than enough to get Myungsoo going and it was.
And then he winced at the pain, the stinging sensation spreading throughout his lower back. Myungsoo pushed through two fingers in without warning and Sungyeol wished he was in a position to punch the freaking daylights out of the younger boy that moment. Nevertheless, Myungsoo leaned over and dotted sweet kisses on every patch of skin available, making every violent thought dissolve into thin air. With Myungsoo’s constant sweet-talks and his reassuring kisses, the pain eventually subsided and Sungyeol was left with a rather uncomfortable feeling.
Myungsoo noticed and twisted his fingers at a perfect angle, making Sungyeol let at an loud groan at the sudden sensation. That sexy smirk reappeared on Myungsoo’s face and he slipped his fingers out, deciding Sungyeol was prepared enough.
Sungyeol was already flushed and panting, already in a daze, but Myungsoo guaranteed that it was only the tip of it. Before Sungyeol’s eyes could focus, Myungsoo’s rough hand was around his length, pumping harshly enough to have the older boy arch off the bed at the sudden pleasure. Myungsoo might have been a little voyeuristic to just stare at the way Sungyeol’s hips propelled upwards, seeking more of that incredible feeling. But then again, who wouldn’t want to watch Sungyeol like that?
His tongue returned to Sungyeol’s hot mouth, savouring the taste and swallowing the moans and pants and whimpers spilling passed Sungyeol’s gleaming lips. He could tell Sungyeol was loving every second of it. And he had done this enough - just a delicate reminder that Myungsoo was a whore - to know when he was pushing towards the edge, so he let go. Because, yeah, Myungsoo was a bit of a sadist too.
‘I hate you,’ Sungyeol whimpered at the loss of feeling, slumping back into the sheets with loud pants.
‘You hate me? Maybe I should just stop and leave you like this,’ Myungsoo taunted threateningly, raising an eyebrow.
Sungyeol flushed red and pouted. ‘Please don’t.’
Yep, Myungsoo was definitely a sadist.
‘I’ll make you feel like a virgin, babe.’ Myungsoo then bent down to Sungyeol’s ear and whispered seductively, ‘Or do you want me to make you feel like a slut?’
Sungyeol gulped and stared wide-eyed, not providing an answer. Myungsoo twitched his head before sitting back up.
‘Bit quiet, aren’t we?’
Sungyeol bit his lip and Myungsoo took that as a challenge.
‘Let’s see how quiet you can stay when I’m fucking you senseless.’
There was a feeling of something blunt nudging him and Sungyeol began to panic. When the fuck did Myungsoo roll on a condom? It was evident that Myungsoo was highly experienced. When the nudging stopped and the sliding in began, Sungyeol let out a pained noise and squeezed his eyes shut. Just in case he screamed for the whole neighbourhood to hear, Sungyeol threw Myungsoo’s pillow over his face to muffle himself, one of his hands gripping the blue bed sheet until his knuckles were white.
The feeling of Myungsoo pushing himself in stopped and Sungyeol guessed Myungsoo was in to the hilt. He took the pillow off his face and saw he was right.
There was a look of utter concern and guilt on Myungsoo’s face as he asked, Baby, you okay? And from that one look, Sungyeol had somehow tricked himself into believing that there was a greater motive behind all this, that Myungsoo actually cared and that Myungsoo felt something for him.
Sungyeol had somehow tricked himself into thinking Myungsoo was falling too.
‘You can… move now. It’ll be okay,’ Sungyeol insisted nervously. He got a nod in return and his legs were lifted up by his thighs. When Myungsoo placed his legs against his waist, Sungyeol tipped his head in confusion and Myungsoo laughed. Sungyeol was just so cute. The gentle laugh triggered something and then Sungyeol realised he was meant to wrap his legs around. ‘You idiot, Lee Sungyeol,’ he scolded himself, ‘You’ve had sex before. Why can’t you remember how things go?’
Caught up in his thoughts, Sungyeol didn’t notice Myungsoo prepare himself by placing one palm flat against the mattress and the other tightly around Sungyeol’s hip bone. It was only when Myungsoo started rocking his hips back and forth that Sungyeol noticed.
Back to pressing the pillow over his face.
Myungsoo built up a rhythm, frustratingly slow at first, but gradually it became too fast for Sungyeol to comprehend. Myungsoo was impossibly accurate, impossibly constant, impossibly good and Sungyeol turned insane. He didn’t even register that Myungsoo had thrown the pillow away, enjoying every whimper Sungyeol was making - He had somehow accomplished making Sungyeol sound like an absolute slut.
Myungsoo fucked him without control, without boundaries and therefore Sungyeol’s head was muddle and wild and spinning without any coherency - much like his speech. He was loud and needy and desperate-sounding, his nails digging fluid red lines down the expanse of Myungsoo’s back. The feeling, the burning pain of the freshly drawn scratches, made Myungsoo smirk and pick up his pace. He had always loved that feeling, the slight tingle and burning pain.
Maybe Myungsoo was slightly masochistic too.
To reward him, Myungsoo started to pump Sungyeol’s neglected length just as fast as his thrusts, giving him a new edge of pleasure that Sungyeol had never felt before.
Sungyeol couldn’t contain himself - he couldn’t if tried with all his willpower. Myungsoo was just so goddamn accurate and he felt so fucking amazing on him, in him. He couldn’t help but throw his head back, a hefty moan resounding throughout the bedroom, and let his cum coat Myungsoo’s gorgeous fingers and his own abdomen. And with that, Sungyeol’s walls clenched deliciously around Myungsoo’s cock, enticing Myungsoo to approach his climax.
And so Myungsoo did. He didn’t relent and rode out the feeling until he was left with calming bliss.
He pulled out with a grunt, instantly collapsing closely besides the older boy on his small bed. Sungyeol was still out of it, still dizzy, but when he saw Myungsoo’s drooping eyelids he smiled happily for a moment. Before he could stop himself, slap himself across the face and tell himself He’s not worth it, Sungyeol opened his mouth.
‘I love you.’
Myungsoo fell asleep. Sungyeol didn’t mean too - He was supposed to leave because Sunggyu could’ve came home and seen him - but he fell asleep too.
- [RATED END]
They stopped at a fast-food restaurant because Sunggyu was hungry and wasn’t really in the mood for waiting for snooty waiters to toss weird-looking food at him. The two ended up sitting on the sidewalk with a burger each. Woohyun was surprised at Sunggyu because he always imagined Sunggyu to be the type to buy organic ingredients and cook for himself. In reality, he was forgetful and ate anything that tasted alright, not caring about calories or cutlery. Woohyun liked that - Sunggyu was more comfortable to hang out with than he expected.
Sunggyu was just happy to eat something since he was painfully hungry; even Woohyun watching him eat didn’t stop him from devouring his burger and fries. After Sunggyu’s stomach was happy, Woohyun took him home and Sunggyu expectedly left without a word. Woohyun was a little less pissed about it this time.
Sunggyu quietly entered, even if Myungsoo and their mother didn’t really wake up from sound - Sunggyu didn’t want to take that chance. As he pulled his shoes off, he noticed some unfamiliar shoes near the couch.
Furry high-top sneakers.
Without thinking, Sunggyu ran up to Myungsoo’s room and swung open the door until it hit the wall loudly… His instinct was right.
‘S - Sunggyu-hyung…’ Sungyeol stammered, in the process of zipping his pants up. Upon hearing his brother’s name, Myungsoo sat up, staring terrified at his brother by the doorway.
Sunggyu had an unreadably blank expression as he said, ‘Sungyeol, please leave before our mother wakes up.’
After turning around with a stumble, Sungyeol hung his head low and mumbled, ‘Okay.’
Once he was out the door, Myungsoo started explaining, ‘Hyung, it wasn’t his fault. I -‘
‘Shut it!' Sunggyu growled, cutting him off. ‘What happened here tonight… You will face the consequences sooner or later - Sungyeol will probably face them sooner.’
He walked out, slamming the door behind him.
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AN\ So I just realised I should probably give them homerooms… Oh well. Too late now. I’m lazy to change anything.
ANYWAYS. How was the smut? Awkward as a frog wearing flip flops? Yeah, thought so.
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Nineteen | Woohyun/Sunggyu, Hoya(Howon)/Dongwoo, L(Myungsoo)/Sungyeol | Smut, Fluff > Crack | NC17 (sexual situations)
Summary: Typical high school fic in which Woohyun is no longer top dog, Myungsoo’s life becomes interesting, Howon finally feels something and Sungjong discovers his future.
(poster by chocolate_ai)
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[Just FYI: Rated scene has been marked, so you can read the rest of the chapter and just skip the rated scene. However, I do recommend you read it (IF you are over 18, young people) because a lot of what goes through Sungyeol’s head during the scene explains his feelings towards Myungsoo better than the rest of the chapter does.]
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Yongguk didn’t come to school the next day either, but Sungjong wasn’t as anxious this time. He knew Yongguk just needed some time for the news to settle and sink in. He just needed a few days or so to come to terms with the information.
That lunch time, Sungjong hung out with Howon instead of going to a lunch time club. He knew Howon would be lonely with Dongwoo suddenly over eight thousand kilometres away and Sunggyu at another boring meeting. Strangely enough, Howon actually talked a little. Sungjong felt a little interrogated, but he got used to the sharp questions like What are Yongguk’s intentions with you? and Isn’t Yongguk from West campus? It felt kind of nice to know Howon was being a touch bit protective over him. It didn’t happen very often.
By Friday, Howon had quietened about Yongguk, probably having had run out of questions. They began to talk about Sunggyu and Woohyun’s relationship - Well, whether there was a relationship or not. Howon honestly didn’t know. Sunggyu and Woohyun had shown particular interest in each other, but he hadn’t seen them around together enough to observe properly. Sunggyu was always fulfilling his presidential responsibilities and Woohyun was always roughhousing and getting thrown in detention. Sungjong commented how opposites attract and used Howon and Dongwoo as an example. Howon just silenced and thought about that theory for a moment or two. Nonetheless, where Sunggyu and Woohyun’s relationship was heading was unknown. Howon was never an expert on romantic relationships.
Sungjong had somehow convinced Yongguk to get out of his hole and to a convenience store where they filled themselves up with cheap snacks that probably would do wonders to their blood sugars.
‘How are you holding up?’ Sungjong queried, chugging down a powdered sugar candy from the little packet it came in.
‘I’m pretty okay, actually,’ Yongguk responded with a small smile, ‘Just using it as an excuse to wag school now.’
Sungjong narrowed his eyes. ‘That’s pretty disrespectful to your grandmother, you know,’ he nagged.
Before Yongguk could say something, Sungjong shoved a lollipop into his opened mouth and threatened, ‘If you say sorry now, I’m going to slap you across the face.’
Yongguk laughed, sucking on the candy.
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It was getting dark outside that Friday night. Howon had been in the bathroom, staring at his own reflection.
He was tempted. He was really tempted to break open a razor blade, a glass, a mirror, just anything sharp enough to slice through skin and see red. His fingers twitched against the granite sink, inching closer and closer to his left sleeve.
‘Howon, are you done in there?!’ Howon heard his mother shout from the other side of the door.
Howon ignored her. He blocked out her voice and tried to think, calming himself down to make a decision.
‘Howon, you’ve been in there for an hour, is something wrong?’
‘No,’ Howon shouted back, his voice cracking.
‘Are you sure?’
Howon twisted the tap and splashed cold water on his face for the umpteenth time.
‘Howon, you have to tell me if something is wrong!’
He looked at his sleeve and he let out a broken sigh. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t break his promise. He knew he could be better than that. He knew he could be stronger than that. He just knew Dongwoo would be angry with him again if he did. Without further ado, Howon walked out of the bathroom, heading straight to his room where he could distract himself from his temptations.
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‘I don’t know… I’m beginning to miss Dongwoo,’ Sunggyu sighed, tapping his fingers on the balcony railing. It was apparent that Woohyun was somewhat annoyed by how Sunggyu always favoured Sungyeol and Dongwoo over him. He always gave them special treatment because they were cuter than him - Well, apparently they were cuter than him. Woohyun still thought he was the cutest among all of Paran.
Woohyun groaned exasperatedly, ‘It’s only been four days!’
‘Four of the worst days of my life,’ Sunggyu scoffed. Yeah, he was just trying to piss the younger guy off now.
Woohyun huffed childishly, ‘Would you miss me if I went to Vancouver?’
‘Probably not.’
‘Really? Even if you couldn’t call me every night?’
Sunggyu went back into his room and slid onto the bed, stomach on the mattress and propped up on his elbows. ‘I’ll make you call me. I don’t care how big your phone bill is,’ he deadpanned dryly. He then rolled over onto his side and hugged his pillow tightly, waiting for Woohyun’s whiny reply which unexpectedly didn’t come.
Instead, Woohyun asked rather warily, ‘It’s Friday… Want to do something?’
Sunggyu smirked. Did Woohyun really miss him that much already?
‘Sure.’
Woohyun sat up from his bed and therefore asked in a strained voice, ‘Willing to sneak into a club?’
‘Willing to get punched in the face?’ Sunggyu countered, raising an eyebrow.
After the snarky comeback, the two boys held their phones to their ears in silence, practically hearing that the other was thinking deeply on the other side of the call.
An idea emerged into Woohyun’s head and he clicked his fingers. ‘I know a place,’ he announced.
Sunggyu pursed his lips.
‘I’ll pick you up in five minutes,’ Woohyun said.
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‘My hair’s not long enough for this!’
Myungsoo rolled his eyes and glare upwards at Sungyeol’s window. He had been throwing rocks until Sungyeol was smart enough to realise it wasn’t weird hail.
‘Hurry up and come down here!’ Myungsoo shouted, keeping an eye out for Sungyeol’s parents. Without complaining, Sungyeol slithered out of the window and clutched onto the wooden frame. He climbed down without difficulty and it made Myungsoo tilt his head in confusion.
‘Wow, you’re really good at that,’ he commented.
‘I’ve only snuck out a quadrillion times before,’ Sungyeol exaggerated, heading towards the fence to climb over it. When Myungsoo gave him a questioning look, he merely shrugged and said, ‘West campus.’
Sungyeol easily jumped over the fence in one motion, Myungsoo following suit.
‘Explains everything, really,’ Myungsoo scoffed.
As soon as they began walking down the footpath, Myungsoo’s hand found refuge at Sungyeol’s waist. It had been a few weeks since Myungsoo started this charade and therefore Sungyeol was used to the sweet touches, letting the hand be. Sungyeol had to admit that he liked the touches too, so he didn’t find a point in pushing the other away.
‘Where are you taking me?’ Sungyeol asked, Myungsoo turning them in a direction away from the main road.
‘My house,’ Myungsoo answered simply.
‘Why?’
‘Because Gyu isn’t home.’
Sungyeol’s eyes widened.
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‘Woohyun, this is fucking insane!’ Sunggyu hissed, placing his hands on his hips and glaring at the back of Woohyun’s head.
Woohyun was still holding the bent wired fencing in his hands, stretching the metal enough to create a hole big enough for the older boy to crawl through. ‘Don’t tell me you don’t want to,’ Woohyun chuckled, giving Sunggyu the knowing look.
With a frustrated sigh, Sunggyu got on his hands and knees and slinked through the makeshift opening. (And Woohyun may or may not have checked out his perky ass in the process.) After some struggling to get through the fence - Sunggyu was no help at all and just watched him with a hard glare - Woohyun stood up and dusted his hands, pointing in a direction so the two could begin walking.
It had been a while since Woohyun had been to the place - It really hadn’t changed one bit, except for the lack of delinquents running around and tackling each other. Woohyun looked up and saw a pair of underpants tied onto a tree branch and he smiled to himself. West campus hadn’t really changed at all.
They stepped onto the worn out basketball court and Sunggyu could’ve sworn those were blood stains on the asphalt. Sunggyu was holding his arms tightly around his chest, making Woohyun roll his eyes and blow the hair out of his face.
‘I’m starting to believe you only where thin clothes because you want my jackets,’ Woohyun sneered, slipping off his jacket and chucking it to Sunggyu.
Sunggyu almost dropped it, but got a good grip of the cotton hoodie eventually. ‘Maybe I don’t feel cold and you’re just being ridiculous,’ he retorted, putting on the jacket nonetheless.
They eventually strolled to the actual school building, standing in front of the doors. Even Sunggyu had to admit the long scratch marks and the illegibly written GET ME OUT OF HERE were a little intimidating.
Woohyun gripped the metal handle without a care and expectedly it didn’t budge.
‘It’s locked, isn’t?’ Sunggyu sighed, starting to believe this idea was a dud.
The comment made Woohyun’s lip quirk. He kicked an overgrown bush that was next to the door and slid out a panel of wood that was attached to the wall, revealing the way in and out. Sunggyu’s eyes widened and he twitched his head.
‘West campus for you,’ Woohyun commented, ‘Thank Lee Sungyeol for this trap door.’ And all this time Sunggyu thought Sungyeol was a studious little pupil.
Woohyun made a hand gesture towards the sliced out wall and Sunggyu heaved a sigh. ‘It’s been a long time since I’ve done this much crawling,’ he remarked ironically before getting back onto his hands and knees. (Woohyun may or may not have checked his ass out a second time.)
The two began casually walking through the hallways of the first floor, examining every graffitied locker, broken hinge, inappropriate drawing and odd inanimate object that was floating around the place. Sunggyu was almost disgusted at the condition of the place and how utterly torturous it looked - Seriously, there was a big rusty cage sitting beside the lockers with a broken chair and cut rope inside it. Sunggyu’s mind was making up all sorts of nasty stories. And he thought all those rumours about West campus were bullshit.
‘School at night,’ Woohyun mentioned, completely comfortable (He used to be king of this shithole after all), ‘Like a horror movie, ha?’
‘Typical, boring horror movie,’ Sunggyu replied with a bored yawn. He then saw an old sign that read Nurse and peaked into the cracked glass window on the door. All he saw was used syringes and something that looked an awful lot like a dead pigeon. He didn’t want to know. However, there was something about this abandoned school that interested him. Maybe it was because it was the complete opposite to East campus, but it also could’ve been because Woohyun was there with him and Woohyun use to run this place somehow. To get his attention (Woohyun was reliving memories), Sunggyu bumped shoulders with him and requested, ‘I’ve never been here before… Tour please, Mr ex student body president.’
They reached the end of the corridor and so Woohyun held his hand out to make a cheesy gesture. ‘Right this way, ma’am,’ he joked, unfortunately earning a painful punch to his arm. ‘Ow!’
They reached a staircase and Sunggyu sternly enforced the option to not go up the stairs. He used the what looked like acid-resulting holes, the sharp pieces of metal, and the barbed wire wrapped around the railing to convince Woohyun they shouldn’t go up there unless he wanted to die a very painful death by the hands of Sunggyu.
Woohyun shrugged and lead him towards a different direction, honestly not caring about taking the stairs or not. He used to take the stairs all the time back in the day, barbed wire and all.
The two passed a few trashed classrooms, Woohyun pointing out his old math classroom. There was a chair and rope at the back too. Sunggyu got awfully suspicious as to whether Woohyun used that for his prisoners or not. He decided to go with the former, mentally labelling Woohyun an extreme bully.
They passed a restroom and the smell made Sunggyu almost puke. Outside the door were stacks and stacks of toilet paper. When Woohyun finally remembered why the students kept it at an accessible place, he grinned mischievously. He picked up a roll in his hand and threw it up and down, looking over his shoulder at Sunggyu.
‘Want to have some fun?’ he offered.
The evil look on his face made Sunggyu take a step back in caution. Was Woohyun going to mummify him?
‘How?’
Luckily - well, it depends how you look at it - Woohyun didn’t mummify him and instead took him outside to a big tree on the oval that looked just about dead.
‘This is utterly stupid,’ Sunggyu laughed, watching as Woohyun demonstrated his toilet paper-throwing skills. Woohyun chucked Sunggyu a roll and nudged him towards the tree. All Sunggyu could do was sigh and think to himself what a horrible student body president he was. Nonetheless, Woohyun had somehow manipulated his mind and made him throw, draping the white strips over the tree.
Once he got the hang out it, it became that much more fun. Sunggyu theorised that the thought of being caught, since they were in a semi-public area, only added to the excitement.
‘The last time I did this was when I was in elementary school,’ Sunggyu exclaimed loudly, forgetting that anyone walking along the back fence could probably hear him.
‘Really? I did this to Yongguk’s house a few weeks ago,’ Woohyun laughed back.
Sunggyu gawked at him and then threw the empty cardboard toilet paper roll at Woohyun’s head, hitting him accurately. Woohyun narrowed his eyes and then smirked, holding up his length of toilet paper as a threat. Sunggyu blinked and then he made a break for it, running down the oval as fast as he could.
Obviously, Woohyun worked out as he quickly caught up to him, catching him around the waist with one arm. Sunggyu laughed out a whole string of profanities and protests, struggling in Woohyun’s hold, but Woohyun wrapped the toilet paper around him eventually, over his face. Seeing the band of white of Sunggyu’s features made Woohyun laughed hysterically, letting him go. Sunggyu was laughing too.
They somehow ended up standing a little too close to each other than normal friends would. They ended up staring at each other as their laughing died out and then they were just staring at each other. Woohyun couldn’t move and Sunggyu couldn’t either.
Something came over the younger of the two and he leaned in slowly as if waiting for any kind of response from the other - Sunggyu didn’t budge and Woohyun could’ve sworn he saw Sunggyu’s eyelids flutter in the split second his own eyelids closed.
And before he knew it, Sunggyu’s voice interrupted everything.
‘What’s that?’
Woohyun turned around and immediately stiffened at what he saw - flashlight. The two students glanced at each other and then ran over to the building where they wouldn’t be visible to the person with the torch.
Sunggyu’s breathing staggered, never having been in such a ridiculous situation before, but Woohyun seemed to have as he used his palm to press Sunggyu flat against the wall like he was doing. Sunggyu tried his best to even out his breathing, refusing to make a noise.
The light looked like it was coming closer so Woohyun signalled Sunggyu to slide against the wall in the opposite direction. Sunggyu obliged obediently and waited for further instructions.
They made it to the end of the wall and the light was really close now. Woohyun kicked another bush and indeed there was another slide-out panel there. Even in their situation, Sunggyu couldn’t help but roll his eyes - Lee Sungyeol.
They crawled in and let out breaths of relief as they were inside. Woohyun took no time in giving Sunggyu directions and just clutched his sleeve and ran as fast as he could. Sunggyu had trouble matching his steps, but eventually got there. They crawled out through the next hole and ran towards the wired fence, exiting like they came in - except this time, Sunggyu actually helped Woohyun to his feet.
After getting up, they ran down the street, to the next corner and halted, catching their breaths. Sunggyu leaned against the cool metal of the street sign post and swiped the sweat off his forehead, the adrenalin still pumping through his system. Woohyun laughed a little at the excitement and pressed his hands against his knees, pinching the sweat off his nose.
When his voice came back, Sunggyu instantly nagged, ‘You idiot, we could’ve been charged with trespassing!’
‘But we didn’t and it was fun, wasn’t it?’ Woohyun chuckled, standing up straight with a bright grin.
Sunggyu bit his lip. ‘Yeah, it was fun,’ he admitted, smiling toothlessly back at the other.
They walked back to school carelessly in search of Woohyun’s car, Woohyun mentioning, ‘Still got just over an hour until midnight. Want to do something?’
Sunggyu felt his stomach rumble. ‘Well, I haven’t eaten dinner yet,’ he vaguely suggested.
‘What?’ Woohyun snapped, checking the time again - It was almost eleven o’clock and Sunggyu hadn’t eaten dinner yet?
Sunggyu shrugged carelessly. ‘I forgot.’
‘You forgot that you’re hungry?’ Woohyun deadpanned in a disapproving tone.
‘No, I forgot that I haven’t eaten.’
Maybe Sunggyu was contagious, but Woohyun sounded like he was nagging. ‘And where is Myungsoo to tell his brother to eat dinner?’
‘I don’t know. He told me he was going out with some old friends tonight,’ Sunggyu explained, not seeing how Myungsoo had anything to do with his diet and poor meal routine.
‘That dog,’ Woohyun growled. Sunggyu laughed at Woohyun’s stupid angry face.
They reached Woohyun’s car and the younger boy unlocked it. He opened up the passenger seat door and pointed to it. ‘Your chariot awaits, princess. Any restaurant my baby wants,’ he announced jokingly. Sunggyu scoffed and pinched the flesh under Woohyun’s jawline, behind his ear, as he stepped into the car. ‘Ow!’
Sunggyu chuckled, ‘You weren’t expecting that, now were you?’ Howon taught him about that sensitive spot. How and why did Howon know about these painful pressure points? Sunggyu didn’t bother asking. Frankly, he didn’t care what Howon knew and what he didn’t.
‘I was expecting another punch, but ouch that really hurts,’ Woohyun mumbled, rubbing his neck.
- [RATED START]
‘M - Myungsoo… Ah, stop it!’
As soon as Myungsoo and Sungyeol stepped into the house, Myungsoo shoved Sungyeol against the side table besides the couch and began frantically kissing, licking and biting him everywhere. Sungyeol was in his right mind to struggle against his hold, but Myungsoo was that much more stronger than he was. Myungsoo’s hand had somehow crept its way under Sungyeol’s shirt, swiping roughly and toying with the soft skin that was slowly heating up.
Myungsoo pulled away to see Sungyeol’s flushed cheeks, his chest rising up and down as he panted. ‘But you obviously don’t want me to stop it,’ Myungsoo retorted slyly, his lips finding their way back to the patch of skin behind Sungyeol’s pierced ear.
‘Please,’ Sungyeol whispered, beginning to sound desperate.
The word made Myungsoo halt his actions. He then looked at the other boy and smiled sweetly. ‘It’s okay. I’ll be careful,’ he murmured. He pressed his lips against Sungyeol’s, moving in soft, slow movements. He was being so gentle, his movements filled with such need and love, that Sungyeol couldn’t help but fall for it. He couldn’t help but let Myungsoo’s hand wrap around his wrist and walk him upstairs, to Myungsoo’s room.
As they passed through, Sungyeol saw their mother’s door and asked, ‘Is your mum home?’
‘She is, but she’s sleeping. She’s a strong sleeper, so it’s going to be okay,’ he answered reassuringly. Sungyeol wasn’t entirely convinced, but he followed Myungsoo’s actions anyway.
When they were in Myungsoo’s room, Myungsoo securely closed the door and then went over to sit on his bed. Sungyeol stood there and stared at him for a moment, until Myungsoo smiled that stupid lopsided smile and Sungyeol swallowed thickly, taking a few steps forward until he was closely in front of the younger student.
Myungsoo smiled and grabbed his hands, pulling him closer. Sungyeol eventually got the message and straddled the younger, blushing. He thanked God Myungsoo didn’t bother to turn on the light and it was slightly dim in his room.
‘Baby, you okay?’ Myungsoo cooed, his voice velvety and making Sungyeol want to just push him down onto the bed and rip all his clothes off. But he restrained himself because he surprisingly had some respect for morals left.
‘I’m okay,’ Sungyeol uttered back, leaning into Myungsoo’s inviting warmth. The latter smiled and slowly kissed up his neck, leaving a slightly sticky trail.
Sungyeol was frozen still.
Myungsoo’s hands began roaming every part of Sungyeol, over his chest, down his abdomen, up his thighs. And when Myungsoo’s hands moved to Sungyeol’s ass, Sungyeol started hiccupping. Myungsoo laughed breathlessly, ‘You’re just too cute.’
Thanks to that comment, Sungyeol immediately softened because he realised he shouldn’t be so embarrassed. It was just Myungsoo, the Myungsoo he hung out with every day.
They had somehow ended up with Sungyeol on his back, naked, with a fully-clothed Myungsoo hovering above him. Sungyeol was not please at this and tugged at Myungsoo’s shirt with a pout Myungsoo couldn’t refuse. With a gentle nibble of Sungyeol’s jutted bottom lip, Myungsoo got to his knees and began to strip himself. Sungyeol was watching, but trying not to.
By the time Myungsoo came back, Sungyeol caught himself unconsciously staring. Myungsoo’s hands were back to exploring Sungyeol’s skin, except this time there was no obstructing clothing in their way. They spent a good few minutes trying to achieve as much skin-on-skin contact as possible, Myungsoo’s tongue having its way in Sungyeol’s hot mouth without any resistance. Myungsoo smirked into the kiss, knowing all too well he had Sungyeol under his control. He had turned Sungyeol submissive and he was going to enjoy every moment of it.
When they ran out of air, Myungsoo pulled away, watching as the strings of saliva between them slowly snapped. Sungyeol was too busy panting, feeling his face, his chest, his everything heat up. Myungsoo’s simple touches - combing his fingers through his dishevelled hair, swiping his inner thighs, squeezing his waist - left Sungyeol breathless, left his skin tingling.
‘Fuck, I want you,’ Myungsoo growled, sitting himself up.
After listening to Myungsoo’s frantic rummaging, excitement took over the disappointment from the loss of Myungsoo’s skin on his. Myungsoo came back with a bottle and Sungyeol’s vision became blurry. Myungsoo hastily uncapped the bottle and smothered his fingers in the cooling liquid.
From the sight alone, Sungyeol didn’t think he could be more aroused, but then Myungsoo smirked at him and Sungyeol grew unbelievably harder.
‘You ready, beautiful?’ Myungsoo cooed, his voice deep and husky and Sungyeol wanted to fucking scream yes, fuck me already. However, he thought a subtle nod was more than enough to get Myungsoo going and it was.
And then he winced at the pain, the stinging sensation spreading throughout his lower back. Myungsoo pushed through two fingers in without warning and Sungyeol wished he was in a position to punch the freaking daylights out of the younger boy that moment. Nevertheless, Myungsoo leaned over and dotted sweet kisses on every patch of skin available, making every violent thought dissolve into thin air. With Myungsoo’s constant sweet-talks and his reassuring kisses, the pain eventually subsided and Sungyeol was left with a rather uncomfortable feeling.
Myungsoo noticed and twisted his fingers at a perfect angle, making Sungyeol let at an loud groan at the sudden sensation. That sexy smirk reappeared on Myungsoo’s face and he slipped his fingers out, deciding Sungyeol was prepared enough.
Sungyeol was already flushed and panting, already in a daze, but Myungsoo guaranteed that it was only the tip of it. Before Sungyeol’s eyes could focus, Myungsoo’s rough hand was around his length, pumping harshly enough to have the older boy arch off the bed at the sudden pleasure. Myungsoo might have been a little voyeuristic to just stare at the way Sungyeol’s hips propelled upwards, seeking more of that incredible feeling. But then again, who wouldn’t want to watch Sungyeol like that?
His tongue returned to Sungyeol’s hot mouth, savouring the taste and swallowing the moans and pants and whimpers spilling passed Sungyeol’s gleaming lips. He could tell Sungyeol was loving every second of it. And he had done this enough - just a delicate reminder that Myungsoo was a whore - to know when he was pushing towards the edge, so he let go. Because, yeah, Myungsoo was a bit of a sadist too.
‘I hate you,’ Sungyeol whimpered at the loss of feeling, slumping back into the sheets with loud pants.
‘You hate me? Maybe I should just stop and leave you like this,’ Myungsoo taunted threateningly, raising an eyebrow.
Sungyeol flushed red and pouted. ‘Please don’t.’
Yep, Myungsoo was definitely a sadist.
‘I’ll make you feel like a virgin, babe.’ Myungsoo then bent down to Sungyeol’s ear and whispered seductively, ‘Or do you want me to make you feel like a slut?’
Sungyeol gulped and stared wide-eyed, not providing an answer. Myungsoo twitched his head before sitting back up.
‘Bit quiet, aren’t we?’
Sungyeol bit his lip and Myungsoo took that as a challenge.
‘Let’s see how quiet you can stay when I’m fucking you senseless.’
There was a feeling of something blunt nudging him and Sungyeol began to panic. When the fuck did Myungsoo roll on a condom? It was evident that Myungsoo was highly experienced. When the nudging stopped and the sliding in began, Sungyeol let out a pained noise and squeezed his eyes shut. Just in case he screamed for the whole neighbourhood to hear, Sungyeol threw Myungsoo’s pillow over his face to muffle himself, one of his hands gripping the blue bed sheet until his knuckles were white.
The feeling of Myungsoo pushing himself in stopped and Sungyeol guessed Myungsoo was in to the hilt. He took the pillow off his face and saw he was right.
There was a look of utter concern and guilt on Myungsoo’s face as he asked, Baby, you okay? And from that one look, Sungyeol had somehow tricked himself into believing that there was a greater motive behind all this, that Myungsoo actually cared and that Myungsoo felt something for him.
Sungyeol had somehow tricked himself into thinking Myungsoo was falling too.
‘You can… move now. It’ll be okay,’ Sungyeol insisted nervously. He got a nod in return and his legs were lifted up by his thighs. When Myungsoo placed his legs against his waist, Sungyeol tipped his head in confusion and Myungsoo laughed. Sungyeol was just so cute. The gentle laugh triggered something and then Sungyeol realised he was meant to wrap his legs around. ‘You idiot, Lee Sungyeol,’ he scolded himself, ‘You’ve had sex before. Why can’t you remember how things go?’
Caught up in his thoughts, Sungyeol didn’t notice Myungsoo prepare himself by placing one palm flat against the mattress and the other tightly around Sungyeol’s hip bone. It was only when Myungsoo started rocking his hips back and forth that Sungyeol noticed.
Back to pressing the pillow over his face.
Myungsoo built up a rhythm, frustratingly slow at first, but gradually it became too fast for Sungyeol to comprehend. Myungsoo was impossibly accurate, impossibly constant, impossibly good and Sungyeol turned insane. He didn’t even register that Myungsoo had thrown the pillow away, enjoying every whimper Sungyeol was making - He had somehow accomplished making Sungyeol sound like an absolute slut.
Myungsoo fucked him without control, without boundaries and therefore Sungyeol’s head was muddle and wild and spinning without any coherency - much like his speech. He was loud and needy and desperate-sounding, his nails digging fluid red lines down the expanse of Myungsoo’s back. The feeling, the burning pain of the freshly drawn scratches, made Myungsoo smirk and pick up his pace. He had always loved that feeling, the slight tingle and burning pain.
Maybe Myungsoo was slightly masochistic too.
To reward him, Myungsoo started to pump Sungyeol’s neglected length just as fast as his thrusts, giving him a new edge of pleasure that Sungyeol had never felt before.
Sungyeol couldn’t contain himself - he couldn’t if tried with all his willpower. Myungsoo was just so goddamn accurate and he felt so fucking amazing on him, in him. He couldn’t help but throw his head back, a hefty moan resounding throughout the bedroom, and let his cum coat Myungsoo’s gorgeous fingers and his own abdomen. And with that, Sungyeol’s walls clenched deliciously around Myungsoo’s cock, enticing Myungsoo to approach his climax.
And so Myungsoo did. He didn’t relent and rode out the feeling until he was left with calming bliss.
He pulled out with a grunt, instantly collapsing closely besides the older boy on his small bed. Sungyeol was still out of it, still dizzy, but when he saw Myungsoo’s drooping eyelids he smiled happily for a moment. Before he could stop himself, slap himself across the face and tell himself He’s not worth it, Sungyeol opened his mouth.
‘I love you.’
Myungsoo fell asleep. Sungyeol didn’t mean too - He was supposed to leave because Sunggyu could’ve came home and seen him - but he fell asleep too.
- [RATED END]
They stopped at a fast-food restaurant because Sunggyu was hungry and wasn’t really in the mood for waiting for snooty waiters to toss weird-looking food at him. The two ended up sitting on the sidewalk with a burger each. Woohyun was surprised at Sunggyu because he always imagined Sunggyu to be the type to buy organic ingredients and cook for himself. In reality, he was forgetful and ate anything that tasted alright, not caring about calories or cutlery. Woohyun liked that - Sunggyu was more comfortable to hang out with than he expected.
Sunggyu was just happy to eat something since he was painfully hungry; even Woohyun watching him eat didn’t stop him from devouring his burger and fries. After Sunggyu’s stomach was happy, Woohyun took him home and Sunggyu expectedly left without a word. Woohyun was a little less pissed about it this time.
Sunggyu quietly entered, even if Myungsoo and their mother didn’t really wake up from sound - Sunggyu didn’t want to take that chance. As he pulled his shoes off, he noticed some unfamiliar shoes near the couch.
Furry high-top sneakers.
Without thinking, Sunggyu ran up to Myungsoo’s room and swung open the door until it hit the wall loudly… His instinct was right.
‘S - Sunggyu-hyung…’ Sungyeol stammered, in the process of zipping his pants up. Upon hearing his brother’s name, Myungsoo sat up, staring terrified at his brother by the doorway.
Sunggyu had an unreadably blank expression as he said, ‘Sungyeol, please leave before our mother wakes up.’
After turning around with a stumble, Sungyeol hung his head low and mumbled, ‘Okay.’
Once he was out the door, Myungsoo started explaining, ‘Hyung, it wasn’t his fault. I -‘
‘Shut it!' Sunggyu growled, cutting him off. ‘What happened here tonight… You will face the consequences sooner or later - Sungyeol will probably face them sooner.’
He walked out, slamming the door behind him.
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AN\ So I just realised I should probably give them homerooms… Oh well. Too late now. I’m lazy to change anything.
ANYWAYS. How was the smut? Awkward as a frog wearing flip flops? Yeah, thought so.
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