synergy ; yeonbin

9 ; 🌶️

Soobin grabbed his wrist quickly, gasping for breath as Yeonjun never slowed down his unrelenting speed. He was a mess below him, his mind dizzy and his vision cloudy. Soobin's red-tinted cheeks, expressing the heat he felt at those moments, were an absolute adorable sight to Yeonjun. With every ceaseless thrust into his body, Soobin was thrown into further euphoria.

"O-oh my fucking god, please don't stop…!"

Yeonjun smirked, his movements slowing ever so slightly. "Don't stop? If I don't, there'll be a mess tomorrow, baby."

Soobin shook his head, grabbing onto Yeonjun's wrist and guiding it to his neck. "Keep going, h-hyung. Fuck me until I can't take it anymore…!"

Yeonjun chuckled, tightening his grip around his neck ever so slightly. He leaned down, his lips just beside Soobin's ear. The human couldn't stop his noises, the fact that he was being pleasured echoing throughout the room. "None of this is real, baby. Do you really want me that bad…?"

Soobin didn't answer, too lost in his own stupor of ecstasy. Yeonjun had yet to kiss him, and it was driving him crazy with how empty his lips felt. Yeonjun's lips had touched all over his body, creating red and purple marks of love. Love? No, not exactly. He didn't know what emotion he was feeling, but it was definitely the right one.

Yeonjun eventually leaned closer, their lips barely touching. "Oh, no — I want you to miss this when I leave. I'm not going to give you everything. You're going to want me like this… again and again…"

Soobin so desperately wanted his lips, but before he could do anything, Yeonjun pulled away, focusing on pushing Soobin to the edge. The human yelped as Yeonjun sped up in his final moments, screwing his eyes shut and covering them with his forearm. It was embarrassing, being so vulnerable in front of someone.

He absolutely hated Yeonjun at that moment. None of it was real, but he missed the touch of another person — woman or not. While Yeonjun was a different world of pleasure, he didn't mind — as long as someone helped him get through that time of loneliness.

"Ah, I'm gonna c-cum…"

Yeonjun smirked, taking Soobin's hand and guiding it to his unattended shaft. "Me too. Touch yourself."

Soobin didn't hesitate, wanting to feel his peak as soon as possible. He released a low groan, feeling himself come closer and closer to the edge. Yeonjun was tenacious, not stopping even for a second. Soobin wanted nothing more than to kiss Yeonjun, but Yeonjun didn't seem to let on at all. He eventually gave up.

Soobin was gasping for breath, barely able to move his hand anymore. Yeonjun stopped as Soobin began leaking, eventually bursting out. Soobin couldn't hold back the low moan trapped at the back of his throat as he finally released, creating a mess on the bed. He lied still as Yeonjun filled him up, rather keeping silent.

"That wasn't half bad, even if it wasn't a real encounter," Yeonjun muttered as he pulled out. "But it felt pretty real, huh?"

"Just… just leave…"

Yeonjun shrugged, pushing Soobin's legs to the side and propping himself beside him with his elbow. "You're filled with hatred, but that lust was just too overpowering, huh? Even though you hate me, you want me. You won't hate me for long, though. You'll learn to love me."

"I'll never love you," Soobin muttered, his voice still wavering as if he were about to cry.

"I know you will. Trust me — I'm a god."

•

Soobin woke up with a defeated groan. His sheets were a mess from the night before because of the dream he had. His body was still sweaty and there was too much evidence of the dream, including his boxers, but he quickly took everything off his bed, rushing to the washer and dumping it in.

He couldn't stop thinking about Yeonjun's form above him, whispering sweet nothings along with those little degrading words — words that one would usually be upset about in an everyday situation, but were quite common during acts of pleasure. He felt his cheeks burning, albeit hesitantly.

"What's up with that god, anyways…? Why would he invade my dream like that…?"

"You called for me, pervert."

Soobin flinched, glaring at Yeonjun's figure on top of the washer. "You're the pervert! What are you doing here? I told you to leave."

"You called me again — I come when I'm called," Yeonjun shrugged loosely. He then held a smirk. "Well, you also come when you're called—"

"Shut up!" Soobin yelled, his cheeks burning in embarrassment. "Don't talk about it! It's weird. I never intended to call you, I just… I'm lonely."

"It was either me or Seokhwa, and you didn't want to make it awkward between you two, so you called out for me," Yeonjun explained with a smile. "Not even having wet dreams about your ex girlfriend. Huh — weird. Instead, it's the guy you swear you hate."

"I do hate you. You're ruining my life."

"I said you'd want me," Yeonjun chuckled, leaning backwards onto the support of his wrists. "You never listen. I can't pull Seokhwa from you — to pull all knowledge of me away from him would be selfish, since he's studying the gods right now. But everyone else you tell will forget. They'll never believe you. They'll all find a reason to hate you — with my help or not."

"If you love me so much, why are you trying to make everyone hate me? Doesn't sound like love to me," Soobin said, crossing his arms.

"I never said I love you. All I said was that I wanted you."

He was right. Soobin never heard him say that he loved him. Every word was one of desire, not affection. "But why me? You can have anyone you want. Instead, you choose to ruin my life because you want me?"

"Soobin, I've said it before," Yeonjun said with a chuckle. "I'm the god of disharmony and havoc. Mind you, I'm not trying to be a nice guy. If I did, nothing would be fun."

"You're sadistic."

He laughed, gently placing a palm to Soobin's chest. "I'm not the one filled with hatred. Maybe if you weren't such an angry guy, you wouldn't be as easy to manipulate." He smiled softly, his black hair falling over his eyes. "Such a sweet soul. One day, it'll be all mine…"