♡Maybe I Don't Hate You | Yeongyu/Beomjun♡

Beomgyu/Yeonjun/Beomgyu's POV | 9

*Beomgyu's POV*

*the next day*

As I was walking to class, Taehyun caught up to me and began to bombard me with questions.

"Beomgyu, are you okay? Did it really happen? ...w-was it good? Are you two official?"

"Taehyun, what are you talking about..."

"Don't play dumb," he continued. "I heard that last night, Yeonjun said he wouldn't mind having sex with you, so I'm wondering if it actually happened."

"And so what if it did?" I asked, turning away from him.

I turned back around to find him standing there with a shocked facial expression that quickly turned into a smug one.

"So you did do it..." he whispered.

"Bruh why are you so happy about that?" I questioned.

"Because finally, for the first time, my friend got some action!"

Ugh.

I had French next, and so did Taehyun and Yeonjun.

And Yeonjun...

"Anyway." Taehyun said. "Today's class is gonna be so boring... something about French history. Why did we choose this elective anyway?"

"Dude I don't know, it just fit into both of our schedules." I replied.

Taehyun and I walked in, and he gave me a pat on the shoulder before finding this kid named Hueningkai on the other side of the room. I found myself a seat at the very top of the room, and logged onto Instagram.

Yes, my intention was to go through Yeonjun's instagram. His style was real nice, and he was a pretty good photographer. Also, he just looked soooooo handsome. I was so busy, that I didn't even realise that he came down to sit next to me, looking directly over my shoulder.

I slowly turned to face him.

"Boo." He said.

"Heyyyy, what's up?..."

"Oh what's this?" He asked, taking my phone from me. "Who's this guy? He's hot, isn't he?" He joked.

"Yeonjun."

Class had started now.

He put his arm over my shoulder and leaned in,  jokingly whispering, "Yeah baby?"

"Yeonjun." I mumbled back, "don't do this now."

"Why not?" He asked again, this time, nuzzling his hand in between my thighs. By this time, Taehyun was already looking over, with a slight smile on his face.

I was really doing my best to not seem disturbed to my teacher, or to anyone else in the room. And that's where things... escalated a bit.

Yeonjun slipped his hand out of my thighs, and tiptoed his fingers up to my dick. Shit shit shitttt there's already a wet spot forming.

"Psst! Yeonjun! We're in the middle of— mh!" A good handful of people turned around to look at us as I bit my lip and used my hand to try to mask the sound of my... uhh... whimper... as Yeonjun began to palm me through my sweats. He managed to grab a hold of my penis through my pants, and he just started gently squeezing and stroking it under the table. My body's immediate response was to squeeze Yeonjun's thigh as hard as I could.

How was he so calm?! He literally sat there, showing no emotion, somehow carefully paying attention to the speaker, while giving me a handjob???

I slammed my head on the table as he started to undo the loops on my pants and wedge his hand in between my boxers and my bare skin.

Ohhhh goddd this felt amazing. I don't know what was hotter: the fact he was doing this so discreetly while working in class, or the fact that he initiated everything.

*Yeonjun's POV*

The feeling of his hard slimy cock drove me insane. I just wanted to prop his little body up onto the table and start railing into him, giving him what we both knew he needed. I looked around the classroom to make sure nobody was paying attention, and—

Taehyun had been watching... he just looked at me, absolutely mortified at the fact that his friend was being given a handjob by the Choi Yeonjun. I was trying to be secretive, but I think Beomgyu's movements gave it all away. He threw his head on my shoulder and dug his nails deeper into my leg before his body melted into mine, as he came in my hand. His body let out one last shudder and jerk as his seed flooded his sweatpants. I reached down into my bag with my other hand, pulling out a clean rag I... conveniently had available, to wipe his cum off of my hand. He looked up at me with the prettiest facial expression I've ever seen. It was almost like a "thank you" mixed with "I love you so much," hahah. His face was flushed with pink, and he mouthed "thank you daddy" to me.

"What am I gonna do with my pants?!" He whispered to me. "Yeonjun, I'm covered in my own cum."

"It's okay baby," I whispered back to him, "I gotchu."

My poor baby looked so embarrassed. He sat in a way that screamed "don't look at me, I'm ashamed of myself." He turned away slightly, and he used his arm closest to me to kind of hide his face.

"What's wrong?" I asked him. "You didn't like that?"

"N-no... I did... I'm just embarrassed." He murmured.

"You're acting like I haven't seen your whole body before. Nakeddddd. Also, I've literally been in your ass. I fucked you so good all night, and I've heard your precious moans baby. I've taken you into my mouth, and you've done the same." I leaned in closer to him this time and said, "...and that was the best sex I've ever had."

*Beomgyu's POV*

He's so fucking hot.

My face instantly burned red, as I started to recall what had happened the night before. I can't wait to have sex with him again. It was only my first time, but it was so so good.

First of all, how am I gonna walk out of here like this?? My pants have been literally flooded with my cum, and I had nothing to put over, or change into. Yeonjun noticed that I was stressing out, so he lent me his hoodie to tie around my waist like an apron. "Thanks." I whispered to him.

Class had finally ended, and Yeonjun has helped me tie his hoodie around my waist so that the sleeves fell down in the back. He took my hand and walked me out of the classroom and into the halls.

"Yeonjun, you're fucking crazy." I stated, still holding his hand.

"And you're still holding my hand." He chuckled.

I tried to break free from his grasp when he said that, but he only squeezed my hand tighter and pulled me closer. "We're going to the locker rooms." He said. We walked a bit more before we reached the doors, and he slapped my ass, pushing me into the locker room.

He circled the area, walking back and forth, left and right, making sure we were alone. "Okay, it's just us," he said as he pulled me into a corner. He just stared at me so intently, running his fingers through my hair and using his thumb to trace my lips before intensely making out with me. He slipped his warm tongue through my lips, and into my mouth. He passionately pressed his body against mine as I rubbed my hands all over his backside, and let out let out quiet moans. Before letting me go, he bit my lip and then pulled away. I wanted this to last forever. When we were done, he opened his locker and pulled out an extra pair of sweats, just for me. He knelt down in front of me, undressing my lower half. He bit his bottom lip and proceeded to... lick me clean. His tongue didn't miss a single spot. He got up to wet a towel, and used it to wipe away his saliva before he assisted me with putting the sweatpants on.

"What was the point of your tongue of you would've used the towel?" I asked him.

"I wanted to taste you." He said, looking up at me, smirking. That was so cute.

He gave me one final soft kiss before saying "don't miss me too much baby," in the sweetest tone of voice I've ever heard come out of him. Right when he was about to walk out of the locker room, I caught up to him and smacked his cute ass, and damn, that recoil...

"I won't." I joked, "love you Jun~"

"Love you too Gyu." He chuckled.