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Ahn Suho had quite the reputation around campus.
He was confident, cool, carefree, head of the MMA team. Shining jewel of their college’s athletic department and darling boy to anyone who met him.
Sieun avoided him like the plague.
Which was quite the task considering Suho seemed bound and fucking determined to be Sieun’s friend. They’d met Sieun’s first year, Suho’s second. Somehow, Suho had ended up in one of Sieun’s early morning classes.
Sieun had elected to sit as far from people as possible. He purposely picked a spot close enough he could without his glasses but far enough away to fly under the radar. He’d been nose deep in his computer right before class started, when Suho dropped his bag down in the spot right next to Sieun.
Sieun had turned. Deadpanned at him. Told him to move.
Suho flashed him a grin and introduced himself.
That entire year, no matter where Sieun sat, Suho was right fucking next to him. Talking to him about everything and nothing. It didn’t matter if Sieun didn’t reply or only replied with a hum, Suho loved to talk.
This year, mercifully, Suho did not have any overlapping classes with Sieun. And yet, somehow, Suho always managed to find Sieun.
Walking across campus? He’d find an arm slung around his shoulders. Leaving for the day? Suho would find him on his bike and beg Sieun to get on. Sieun never did. But Suho didn’t give up.
It was during the fall that Sieun started to hear the other rumors.
Whispers of Suho and Sieun.
Whispers that they were dating. Or at the very least hooking up. Sieun was walking to his afternoon lecture when he’d overheard something in the halls.
“Isn’t that the boy Suho’s been seeing?”
“Yea! I heard he let Suho fuck him in the MMA team’s locker room.”
“No way. That’s freaky.”
“Should we ask if Suho’s good?”
Sieun’s feet had stalled. The pair of people behind him didn’t notice that he didn’t keep walking.
And for the first time in a very long time, Sieun’s fingers closed around his pen. He’d turned around and pulled the pen out of his pocket. The pair were still whispering amongst themselves.
Sieun stalked close. Clicked his pen open.
“Ice Princess!”
Baku’s timing was fucking immaculate.
His friend had caught him by the shoulders, eyeing the pen in his hand and steered him away. He laughed nervously, leading Sieun back to his lecture.
“Did you know?” Sieun seethed as the walked.
He felt Baku flinch and one look at his face proved his hunch correct. Baku was always the easiest to catch in a lie. He very much resembled a dog caught somewhere he shouldn’t be when he was lying.
“Ice Princess-“
“How long?”
Baku whined as they walked into their lecture. “Sieunnie-“
“How. Long.”
Baku cracked as they sat down. “A few months ago. Someone saw Suho offering you a ride. I don’t know who. Gogo has been beating up anyone who brought it up.”
Sieun blinked, swallowing around the lump in his throat.
“I’m gonna kill him.”
—
Suho avoids him.
It was amazing actually. For two years Sieun had been hoping for this. That one day he’d be able to go about his campus in peace. Without worrying about a much larger man touching him and bothering him.
Ironic that it happens when Sieun is actively hunting him down.
He doesn’t know how Suho knows to avoid him. He doesn’t ask. But he tries their usual spots. The empty spot in the meal hall Sieun usually eats at. The tree on a lonely hill that he studies under when the weather permits. Nothing.
Sieun shoves down the bitter disappointment he feels as the days go on. Tells himself that he doesn’t actually miss Suho. That he’s just mad he can’t find the fucker so he can drive a pen somewhere the sun doesn’t shine.
—
“Are you going to Jackson’s halloween party?”
Sieun blinks. Flicks his eyes up to Gotak. “Jackson…?”
Gotak rolls his eyes as he flops down at the spot across from Sieun. “You know, the dude on the MMA team. Only one of the most popular guys on campus. Jackson Wang?”
The words ‘MMA team’ makes Sieun perk up.
He still hasn’t managed to find Suho after all.
“He’s having a party?” Sieun asks.
“My god. I knew you didn’t pay attention to things happening on campus but this is another level.” Gotak leans his head in his hands.
“Yes, he invited me and Baku. Told us we could bring you and Juntae.” Gotak’s brow furrows. “I could’ve sworn he said Suho was going to give you an invitation.”
At the sound of his name, Sieun’s grip on his pen tightens and he feels a muscle in his jaw tick.
“Yea, well, it’s not like he’s exactly talking to me right now.”
Gotak’s eyes widen. His back straightens. “You found out.”
Sieun’s lips pinch into a frown. “Yes.”
“Sieun-ah listen, I didn’t want you getting in your head about it-“
Sieun clicks his pen and Gotak’s mouth snaps shut.
“I’m not mad at you or Baku. Don’t worry.”
He watches Gotak’s face morph into relief and he wipes fake sweat from his brow. “Thank god.”
“Will Suho be at the party?”
Gotak’s eyes widen. “Maybe we shouldn’t go. You know, we can go to Juntae’s instead. He gets lots of trick or treaters we can-“
“Is. Ahn. Suho. Going. To. Be. There.”
Gotak groans. Runs his hands across his face. “I’d hope so. It’s happening at his place.”
—
“This is fucking stupid.”
“Wash, Sieun-ah. You have no hope!”
“I look ridiculous Baku!”
“No.” His friends face is deadly serious as their eyes meet in the mirror. “You look hot.”
Juntae pops into frame. Drapes his arms across Sieun’s shoulders with a dramatic sigh. “He’s right you know. If you’re going to murder Ahn Suho tonight, at least look hot doing it!”
Sieun grumbles and stares at his costume.
He’s dressed in a blue skirt, a sheer white button up tucked into said skirt. A blue blazer that hugs his shoulders a little too tight. Blue knee high socks are pulled up on his legs, really make his calf muscles pop. And finally, a blue scrunchie is on his wrist.
Baku’s in a matching outfit only yellow. Juntae is red. Gotak’s is green.
They’re the Heathers and Veronica Swayer. Juntae came up with the idea. He did his best to beg and beg them to bring Seongje along to be JD. Sieun had threatened to wack him the croquet mallets they were bringing for props.
Sieun runs his eyes over their costumes one more time. The skirt is short but not really too short. It covers his ass. He’d have to try really hard to flash someone but it’s not long enough to be considered prudish. The knee high socks really do wonders for his legs. His friends tried to get him into high schools but again, he clicked his pen and they scattered.
“This is stupid,” Sieun sighs.
His friends cheer and take it for what it is. A concession.
“To Jackson’s!” Gotak cheers.
They arrive to the party an hour after it starts. It’s still fairly quiet but they’re not the only ones there yet. Sieun tugs on his skirt, shooting Baku a glare just on principle.
His friend winces, yellow skirt swishing as he comes over to slap Sieun’s shoulders. “Ah come on Ice Princess! Don’t look at me like that.”
He steers Sieun into the party by his shoulders. Gotak and Juntae hot on their heels. “With you looking like this, Suho has no choice but to come to you!”
Sieun’s jaw ticks. Right. Suho. He’s here for Suho. “He better.”
They step into the party. The music’s loud but not loud enough that Sieun can’t hear himself think, mercifully. It’s a noisy beat, something Sieun’s not familiar with.
Suho’s house spreads open wide for them. Several tables line the edges of entrance, Halloween themed party favors on them. Fake vampire teeth, blood capsules, things like that.
The group steps further in, Baku and Gotak already being summoned and shouted at. Someone shouts ‘Heather!’ and all three of Sieun’s friends heads snap in that direction.
He has to bite back a smile.
“Alright!” Baku squeezes Sieun’s shoulder, waves at someone Sieun doesn’t know. “This is where we part ways for now. Come find me or Gogo when you want to leave or if someone bothers you two!”
And then the yellow and green Heather’s are slipping away.
Juntae and Sieun watch them slip away. Someone grabbing at their shoulders and a bunch of shouts. The pair look at each other and slowly blink.
“Are you going to find Suho?” Juntae asks, stepping a little closer so Sieun can hear him.
Sieun’s eyes haven’t stopped scanning the room since they entered. He still hasn’t found the MMA fighter. Granted, everyone he’s seen so far is in a Halloween costume so maybe he just hasn’t identified Suho yet.
“Not yet.” He turns to Sieun, their skirts swishing as they graze. Juntae blinks up at him and tilts his head.
“No? I thought you were going to like as soon as we got here.”
Sieun gnaws on his lip, hisses as he peels off a layer of dead skin and blood blooms on his tongue. “I need a drink first.”
Juntae makes a small ‘Oh’ shape with his mouth and nods. “Yea. I think he has a bar this way.”
Sieun nods and lets his friend lead the way. They get a few stares. One person whistles but Sieun swings his mallet and the man shuts up. Juntae doesn’t seem to mind though. His skirt a little shorter than Sieun’s.
“What do you want?” Juntae calls as they get to the bar. Sieun’s brain blanks a bit as he stares at the rows of alcohol. He doesn’t drink often and he certainly doesn’t come to parties.
“Whatever you want. I trust your judgement.”
Trusting Juntae’s judgement was a mistake. Sieun’s not even sure what the hell Juntae gave him but he can’t taste the alcohol. Which was a problem when he’s had more drinks than he can remember.
And he can’t even remember why he came to this party.
He’s not really socializing outside of Juntae and the occasional check in from Baku and Gotak. But he’s not frigid. He doesn’t glare at everyone who looks him up and down. Answers curious questions about his costume.
“Oh it’s a group costume with my friends.” And waves lazily in their general direction. Juntae lingers by his side. Fills up his cup when Sieun runs out and stares at him with wide eyes.
He’s not sure how long they’ve been here. It could be one hour or seven, he has no idea. Sieun doesn’t really feel drunk but he’s certainly not sober. His mission is all but forgotten. Anger switched to laughter and enjoying the Halloween atmosphere.
Suho’s nowhere to be seen anyways.
Even the infamous Jackson Wang made his way over to Sieun a while ago. Complimented his outfit and said he liked the skirt. He was gone after that, pulled back to the DJ booth that Sieun hadn’t realized had been set up.
But Suho was nowhere to be seen.
Sieun tells himself that it’s fine. That he doesn’t care as he glares down at his empty cup. Even beyond the embarrassment of the rumors, Sieun tries to tell himself it’s ok. That he doesn’t want to see Suho. That he doesn’t care that this man who chipped his way into Sieun’s life one tiny piece at a time, is now nowhere to be seen.
For the love of god, this party is at his house. Where was he?
“Want another one?” Juntae suddenly asks.
Sieun jolts, eyes widening a bit as he stares down at his empty cup. He probably shouldn’t.
“Yea sure.” He holds his cup out for Juntae to take. His friend smiles and grabs it.
“Be right back.”
Sieun merely stares as he vanishes into the large crowd.
He doesn’t see the figure approaching from his left until a cool, metal touch is on his shoulder. Sieun jumps, the alcohol in his system making him more jumpy than normal.
“You look pretty.”
That voice…
Sieun blinks. Runs his eyes up and down the man in front of him. Suho stares at him. The brown hat on his head is tilted at an angle. His red and green stripper sweater is just a bit too short so Sieun can see a sliver of skin. His hand is adorned with fake knives on his fingers.
Freddy Krueger.
Sieun feels his head tilt. His grip on his croquet mallet tightening. “And you look like you’re going to haunt my dreams.”
A smile flashes across Suho’s face. He leans a little close to Sieun. Close enough that if Sieun was two shots more sober he would smash the mallet into his foot. Instead, Sieun just leans back a bit with his face wrinkling.
“I definitely can.” His breath still fans across Sieun’s breath. Sieun can smell the beer on his breath and a slight hint of mint. He should be disgusted by the smell.
Instead he blinks up at Suho. Flutters his lashes a bit. He noticed at the start of last year that that particular move flusters Suho by a lot.
Sure enough, the taller man falters. The blush that was already on his bloody face deepens a bit. He runs his tongue along his bottom lip. Sieun tracks the movement. Wonders for a brief moment what that tongue would feel like down his throat.
He shakes his head, banishing the thought quickly. He’s in a skirt for gods sake. If he pops a boner now, there will be no way to hide it. And why would he pop a boner of Ahn Suho in the first place? The Ahn Suho who is not doing anything to stop the spread of rumors about Sieun being easy and-
Oh. Yea. The rumors.
Sieun grabs his mallet and swings it up to Suho’s chin. The taller man yelps and steps back a bit but Sieun doesn’t let his prop drop. His eyes flare.
“You and I need to talk.”
Suho’s eyes flick from the prop in Sieun’s hand to Sieun’s eyes. He swallows. “Who knew you were so kinky Sieun-ah?”
Sieun grits his jaw. His hand shoots out to grab the stupid fucking sweater. He yanks Suho close. Their noses almost graze. Suho doesn’t look like he’s breathing.
“I’m not kidding Suho-yah.”
Suho’s eyes flare. “Neither am I.”
Distantly, Sieun’s aware this probably doesn’t look the best. Not really helping their case. One of his hands in Suho’s sweater. The other threatening him with a mallet. Their noses close enough to touch.
“Take me to a room. Now.”
It’s silent for a beat. Then two.
“You have no idea how fucking long I’ve been waiting to hear that Sieun-ah.”
Sieun’s arm is being grabbed and he’s being yanked around before he can process what’s happening next. He doesn’t even fight it. His mallet drops to the ground, dragging behind him as Suho drags him through the party.
They pass Juntae. Sieun waves. Juntae gawks.
They twist and turn around Suho’s house. It’s too much for Sieun’s not sober mind to keep up with so he stops trying after the second hallway. Suho stops in front of a door. They exchange a look, Sieun tilts his head.
Suho swears and throws open the door. Yanks Sieun inside.
The door is slammed and Sieun finds his back against the door as soon as it’s closed. A warm body presses against his, warm lips cover his own. Sieun isn’t sure which way is up or down at this point in time but he doesn’t really care.
He kisses Suho back without much thought. Lets the taller man lead the kiss. Lick at his lower lip and grab at his waist. Sieun even makes a small noise as Suho sucks on his tongue. Suho groans in response and presses their hips together.
This jolts Sieun and makes him remember what the hell he came he for.
He breaks away from the kiss with a gasp. The nude lipstick he was wearing now smeared across Suho’s bloody lips. Sieun grabs his mallet and presses it against Suho’s chest. They’re both panting. Sieun’s cock is definitely tenting his skirt now.
“You seem to not understand how this is gonna go,” Sieun eventually bites out.
Suho blinks, a little slow. A little stupid. Similar to a puppy.
“Are we not-“
Sieun shoves his chest with the mallet. Suho gasps and stumbles back a couple steps. His eyes are flared. He doesn’t look scared. He looks…
“People are talking about us.” Sieun steps forward and taps his mallet against Suho’s chest again. Suho stumbles back again. Chest heaving. “Saying that you fucked me in the MMA teams locker room. That we’re together”
Suho’s jaw drops. Sieun doesn’t stop his hunt. He shoves again and Suho’s knees hit the bed. “And you’re not stopping them. Are you Suho-yah?”
Suho makes a small noise. “S-Sieun-“
Sieun shoves Suho onto his back and shoves his way between his knees. The skirt swishes on Suho’s legs. His cock straining the cotton proudly. Suho’s eyes drop down to Sieun’s hard on with zero shame.
Suho, noticeably, does not have the same problem as Sieun.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” Sieun snaps.
Suho’s panting as his gaze travels back up Sieun’s body. His claws have fallen off his fingers. Hat askew on his head. The taller man swallows.
“You look really hot like this,” Suho rasps.
Sieun falters.
“Like what?”
Suho hums and presses his chest up into Sieun’s prop. His eyes flash with unspoken emotions. A challenge that Sieun finds himself wanting to meet.
“Bossy and telling me what to do.” Suho’s chest is heaving and he licks his lips. “What’re you gonna do next Sieun-ah? What’re you gonna do if I say I didn’t stop the rumors? That I liked the rumors?”
Sieun drops the mallet and climbs on top of the other man. He feels Suho suck in a breath and then his hand is wrapping around the other man’s slender throat. Sieun leans down, close enough their lips graze.
“I’d say I don’t know what to expect from a stupid puppy who just wants attention.”
He can feel Suho’s breath hitch. Sees his pupils dilate in real time. Sieun grins, downright feral. “I told you you didn’t understand how this is gonna go Suho-yah.”
Their lips graze. Sieun’s glossy ones smearing a little more on Suho’s. The other man is practically trembling under Sieun.
“So show me how it’s gonna go.”
Sieun sucks in a breath. Suho’s eyes flash in a challenge. “Are you gonna put this puppy in its place Sieun-ah?”
Sieun makes a low noise and whips back. “You’re fucking insufferable, you know that?”
His hands undo Suho’s zipper. Suho’s hips lift and then the pants are yanked off and shucked away. Sieun licks his lips at the sight of Suho’s boxers. Again, noticeably not tented.
His tipsy mind doesn’t pay too much attention to that though. Not as he grabs Suho’s waistband and he yanks them down. Suho sucks in a breath and his legs fall apart as he’s bared to Sieun.
Sieun’s knees almost give out.
Suho’s cunt glistens in the dim light of the room. His inner thighs shiny even from here. He has a bit of bush, he’s flushed. Dripping for Sieun.
Well, he figured out why Suho’s boxers weren’t tented.
“Suho-yah-“
Suho pushes himself up onto his elbows. Face pinched into a frown. “Are you going to do anything or just sit there and stare?”
Now, Sieun doesn’t really have a lot of experience with pussies. There was that one time after he first lost his virginity where he had a bit of a crisis and thought he didn’t like men. So, he slept a woman and immediately hated it.
Beyond that, he had never seen or dealt with a pussy.
But as he stands here now, in between Suho’s spread legs, the taller man flushed and panting for him… Sieun really wishes he had more experience Wishes he knew how to eat pussy in a way that made Suho see stars.
It’s ok, he supposes. He can work with the skills he has and learn as they go. His eyes flick up to Suho’s, who is eyeing him somewhat nervously.
Sieun moves before he really has the chance to think.
His hand shoots out and slaps nice and firmly on Suho’s cunt.
The man underneath him arches and sucks in a sharp breath. “Wh-what- Sieun-“
“I told you I was going to put you in your place, didn’t I Suho-yah?”
Sieun slaps his cunt again. A little harsher. Notes the way Suho arches and whimpers a bit.
“What better way to punish a puppy than spanking hm?” Another strike and Suho mewls. He twists on the bed, heels digging in.
“F-fuck.”
“You’re so wet.” Another slap and Sieun’s fingers are noticeably coming back slicker and slicker. “Making such a mess.” Another slap. Suho sighs. “Someone has to teach this puppy some manners hm?”
Two more quick slaps and Suho’s cunt is so flushed. So swollen. He’s leaking onto the sheets. Sieun can see his clit starting to peak out.
Sieun sucks in a breath and uses his two hands to spread Suho’s cunt open.
Suho makes a noise and hides his face in his arm. Sieun just- stares.
Suho’s clit is twitching. Swollen and exposed like this. His hole flutters around nothing. Lips flushes and swollen. Begging for more. Begging for Sieun.
Sieun isn’t sure what comes over him. But he bends down. Spits directly onto Suho’s twitching clit. The taller man arches and a strangled noise escapes him.
Sieun’s eyes flare and he dives in.
He has no idea what he’s doing. He’s never ate pussy in his life. But as the flavor of Suho bursts onto his tongue and Suho moans, Sieun finds himself wishing he was an expert.
He treats it a bit like a blowjob. Swipes his tongue through Suho’s dripping folds. Gathers the slick and slurps it up. Groans against Suho. Kitten licks Suho’s clit. Notes and remembers what makes Suho moan and what just makes him sigh.
He’s messy with it. Messier than he probably should be. Drool is leaking down his chin and his jaw is moving awkwardly. It’s probably not the best head Suho’s ever received but Sieun will improve.
Suho’s gasping and writhing under him so Sieun doesn’t think he’s terrible at least. His hands are in Sieun’s hair, ruining the careful care Gotak and Juntae poured into it for the costume. He yanks when Sieun sucks on his clit and whimpers when he laps at it gently.
Suho’s hot and throbbing on Sieun’s tongue and Sieun drinks it up likes he’s dehydrated. He buries his tongue deep inside Suho’s cunt. Makes Suho gasp and arch up. His thighs twitch and shake a bit.
Sieun groans and curls his tongue. Just to feel Suho flutter around his tongue and Suho to cry out Sieun’s name.
“S-sieun-ah- fuck Sieun-“
Sieun pulls back with a wet pop. Slick coats his chin and lips. Suho’s all he can taste. All he can smell.
Sieun needs more.
Their eyes meet. Suho flushed and panting. His sweater has ridden up and his hat is completely discarded by now. His head is tilted, eyes hooded.
He really is just like a puppy.
Sieun straightens up. “I’m gonna fuck you now,” he blurts.
Suho’s eyes widen. He pushes himself up. “Sieun-ah-“
Sieun yanks his boxers do, hands faltering on his skirts waistband. Their eyes meet. “Do you not want me to?” Sieun asks.
Suho swallows. “No, no I do. I just wasn’t sure you’d want this too.”
Sieun drops the skirt but keeps the socks. His cock slapping lightly against his soft stomach. Pre beads at the tip and he steps back between Suho’s legs. He smiles sweetly, grabs Suho’s throat and forces his head back a bit.
“Didn’t I say I had to put you in your place?”
Suho whimpers. He nods. “Try it.”
Sieun’s eyes flare. “On your stomach. Now. You want to act like a bitch in heat, you can get fucked like one.”
He’s not sure what’s come over him truthfully. Normally, he’s not like this at all during sex. Not super talkative or even really dominate. But seeing Suho like this? Needy and desperate. Hanging on his every word. So eager to be ruined.
Sieun can’t help himself. He needs to ruin this puppy.
Suho obeys though.
Sieun releases his throat and Suho flips onto his stomach. His hips raise up, back curving into a deep arch. His pussy spread and wet. Begging for Sieun to fuck into.
His small hands splay across Suho’s hips. He digs into the hard muscle. Savors the small sigh he pulls out of the other man.
Sieun’s cock twitches and he’s moving forward before he even really thinks about it. His cock head nudges between Suho’s soft folds. Both of them sigh at the contact.
“It’s been a while. Be patient with me puppy,” Sieun mutters before he presses his hips forward.
“That- oh-.”
Whatever Suho was going to say does on his tongue as Sieun’s cockhead presses into his cunt.
Sieun doesn’t fare much better. He’s choking and gasping the second Suho’s wet heat engulfs him. Suho clamps down immediately around Sieun’s cock. Wraps him up like a vice. Warm and wet and if he doesn’t fucking relax, Sieun will cum right now.
“Fuck S-Suho-yah. Loosen up puppy. Loosen u-up-“
Suho’s walls flutter and both of them choke.
“I-I-“
Sieun drives his hips in a little further. They both gasp out. He’s never felt anything like Suho. Suho’s walls suck him in. So soft and wet and inviting. Sieun could very well get addicted to this.
“S-sucking me in Suho-yah. Like you ah were made to take this.”
Sieun drives his hips again, until he’s fully buried and his pelvis meets Suho’s hips. His cock is twitching like crazy inside Suho’s hot walls. Suho won’t stop pulsing around Sieun.
Sieun has to rest his head between Suho’s shoulder blades and take deep breathes to stave off the orgasm threatening to crest. Suho trembles underneath him, head buried in a pillow.
Only once Sieun trusts his body enough to not cum on the second stroke, does he start to move.
It’s been a while since he’s topped. So his rhythm starts out a little sloppy. Shallow, awkward thrusts that don’t even make Suho really moan. Sieun’s thighs shake and his stamina isn’t really that great.
But eventually he makes it work.
He pulls almost fully out and snaps his hips forward, dragging Suho’s hips back at the same time.
This makes Suho moan out. His hands claw at the sheets. “S-shit! Shit! Yea- yea like that ah that Sieun-“
Sieun bites back a grin, pleased he managed to make it work. Before he repeats the action again and again and again. He tests different speeds and rhythms until he finds one that has Suho drooling and moaning uncontrollably.
One of Suho’s hands circles his clit in time with Sieun’s thrusts. The other claws at the sheets as he whimpers like a puppy. Sieun can see the drool under his mouth. Watches the way his eyes flutter and feels the way his walls clench.
“Look at this puppy.” Another harsh thrust and Suho cries out. “Everyone thinking that I’d be underneath you.” Another thrust and Suho whimpers. “But here you are.”
Sieun drapes himself over Suho’s back. His lips graze Suho’s ear. He nips his ear lobe gently, lets out a shaky sigh as he feels Suho’s walls flutter.
“Drooling over my cock. Nothing more than a pretty puppy desperate to be put in his place right?”
“Ah Si-Sieun-ah.”
“Shhh, I know what you are,” Sieun purrs. His hips slam home again and Suho screams. Sieun stays like that, draped over Suho’s back. Whispering nasty things into the others ear while he rails into him.
Suho seems to drink it all up. Whining when Sieun says something truly fucking filthy.
“Look at you, letting yourself be fucked dumb by a boy in a skirt.”
“Maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you ride me next time hm?”
“Do you wanna fuck me in the MMA locker room Suho-yah? Did you like that little rumor?”
Suho answers as the best he can. With tiny cries and little nods. His hand rubbing his clit a little faster and harder. His walls never stop sucking Sieun in. Sieun’s cock won’t stop kicking inside him.
“Mmm ah Sieunnie-“
“What ha is it puppy?” Sieun’s cock is weeping inside Suho. It won’t stop twitching. Pleasure is creeping its way up his body. Pooling in his stomach.
“Fuck.” Suho clenches and Sieun hisses as his orgasm almost hits. “D-don’t stop. Ah. Gonna c-cum.”
Sieun grins against Suho’s neck. Rolls his hips a little deeper. Both of them groan. “Have you mmm- have you earned it Suho-yah?”
At this, Suho wails. He whines, thrashes against Sieun. “Y-yes! Yes! I’ve been good-“
“I don’t know.” Sieun pulls back to thrust a little harder. Suho whimpers. “You didn’t stop those rumors did you puppy?”
Suho sobs. “Sieun-ah please. Please please please please. I-I’ll be good. Just please.”
Sieun’s cock kicks and he takes a steadying breath.
“Cum for me puppy. Makes a mess of my cock hm?”
He only allows it because he himself won’t last much longer. Suho sobs out his thanks. Shaking around Sieun as Sieun keeps up his mean pace.
It only takes a few more well placed thrusts for Suho to unravel. He tightens around Sieun to an almost painful degree as he cums. He wails out Sieun’s name. Shakes and trembles, drools onto the sheets. Comes utterly undone.
The sight. The feeling. The sounds. It’s all too much for Sieun to handle. He can’t keep himself from moaning out Suho’s name and burying himself deep inside that warm cunt as he cums. His cock kicks over and over and he drowns in waves of pleasure. Paints the inside of Suho white.
He just barely manages to pull out and collapse next to Suho.
Suho doesn’t seem to be in much better condition next to him. He’s panting and sweating. Face still buried in a pillow.
Sieun doesn’t stay still for long though. Just long enough to catch his breath and then he’s moving. He looks around Suho’s room, settling on a discarded sweatshirt to clean up Suho.
He wipes off the insides of Suho’s thigh. Muttering apologies as Suho whines and twitches. He cleans the other off as best as he can without the proper things and pulls his boxers and skirt back on.
Once that done, he hesitates and looks towards the door. Should he just escape now and leave with his friends? What happened to his friends? Are they looking for him?
“Don’t leave.”
Suho’s voice freezes him in place.
Sieun turns slowly, skirt swishing. Suho is sitting up. Face flushed and hair sticking up in odd directions. “Stay here,” he says softly.
Sieun blinks and looks down at his feet. He really probably shouldn’t.
“Ok.”