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“Yuck, this chocolate bar tasted like shit,” whines Chenle, almost retching due to the unpleasant flavor of the snack. “Why did I even eat the entire damn thing?” he questions himself as he flings the empty wrapper directly at Jisung. It ends up missing his face and hits the concrete below him instead.
“Hey, don’t litter! The environment doesn't deserve your angry outbursts,” kneels Jisung, picking up the wrapper and tossing it in a nearby trash can.
“You don’t understand the atrocities that have been committed against my taste buds with this poor excuse of a chocolate bar,” complains Chenle as he washes off the horrendous taste in his mouth with the last few sips of his soda. “What’s taking Renjun so long, did he come here with an endless grocery list?” he nags. This time, he obeys Jisung’s anti-littering sentiment and expertly throws the empty can in the trash like he’s shooting hoops on a basketball court.
“I’m here, you impatient motherfucker,” Renjun appears seemingly out of thin air, joining his friends in front of the entrance in a rushed attempt to exit the store while clumsily packing up his purchase. “Only bought the most important stuff,” he exclaims as he stuffs his backpack full of cheap snacks.
“Wow, hyung, did your roommate order you to buy out the entire store or something?” questions Jisung upon seeing Renjun struggle to zip up his overflowing backpack. A small packet of chips falls to the ground.
“He actually hasn’t answered my message yet, so I just got him his favorite things,” says Renjun as he gives up on his strenuous task and pulls out his phone instead. He opens the messaging app, showing Chenle and Jisung the text he sent to his best friend and worst roommate Donghyuck over half an hour ago.
Injunnie [2:45 pm]
hey i just finished my last lecture, want anything from the convenience store?
“He’s probably taking a nap,” suggests Chenle. He picks up the fallen pack of chips. “Jisung said it’s bad to litter, you know,” he opens the bag and immediately starts eating. “Fuck, these are so good, my taste buds feel alive again.”
Renjun puts his phone back in his pocket and sighs. “Or he’s getting his back blown out at his boyfriend’s dorm,” he groans and snatches the chip packet from Chenle. “Totally not jealous by the way,” he adds, this time with his mouth full of the salty snack.
“Don’t worry bro,” says Chenle, stealing one last chip from the bag, “you’ll get your boring sexless life back on track some day,” he pats Renjun’s shoulder with his greasy hand. Gross.
Renjun rolls his eyes. “I genuinely wish I could believe you right now but I’m feeling absolutely hopeless at this point. I should be the irresistible twink of every gay man’s dreams but instead I’m a desperate sleep-deprived loser college student who hasn’t felt the touch of a man in months,” he complains, pointing out how truly uneventful his dating life has been. He takes one last bite of the snack and shoves the bag into Jisung’s hands.
Chenle snorts. “These chips are getting passed around more than you could-“
“Don’t finish that sentence or I’ll call your parents and tell them you failed the last art history exam,” hisses Renjun. Chenle immediately stiffens up at the potentially life-ruining threat.
“I also failed my last exam…” murmurs Jisung as he slowly bites into a chip upon reminding himself of the sad state of his academic life.
“Well, if I’m not getting passed around by men, I’m at least passing my exams, so I guess I have one thing going for me,” comments Renjun, making his friends chuckle.
It’s true, he’s doing quite well in school compared to some of his peers. He attends lectures regularly and finishes all of his assignments on time. While his grades aren’t always exceptional, he’s never failed a single exam. His academic success is mostly a mix of some hard work and sometimes pure luck, which is still enough for his friends to envy. He just craves for that tiny speck of luck to also be present in his love life because he is tired of feeling lonely, single and miserable. What’s the use in being such a good student when his grades can’t get him laid. He wishes he could be like Chenle and Jisung and only worry about academics, instead his current number one problem in life is sexual frustration.
Feeling drained from his busy day, Renjun decides it’s best for him to head back to his dorm. “I’m gonna go now guys, I need some rest,” he waves and parts ways with his friends, not even bothering to retrieve his now almost empty pack of chips from Jisung.
“The only thing you need right now is some dick!” yells Chenle as if he is determined to (lovingly) irritate his friend until the last second. Renjun almost replies with a well-crafted string of profanities but decides to show him his middle finger instead.
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“For fucks sake,” mutters Renjun to himself as a pack of candy falls out of his half-opened backpack for the third time during his short walk to his dorm. He picks it up and decides to carry it in his hand instead, regretting that he didn’t ask his friends to help him properly zip up his backpack. With a firm grip on his snack, he continues walking, feeling mildly annoyed and fatigued from everything. He wishes he was sleeping in his comfy bed, he wishes he was cuddling his stuffed animals and most importantly, he wishes he had some semblance of sanity left within himself.
As he arrives to his dorm, he can’t stop thinking about curling up under the soft bedsheets of his bed, neglecting school assignments until late evening hits. Fuck college.
Under the assumption that Donghyuck is taking the most peaceful nap of his life, Renjun silently unlocks the door and borderline tiptoes inside their shared dorm room. Accidentally waking up his precious little sleeping beauty would be the equivalent of a death wish.
He slowly closes the door and lowers his backpack, quietly placing it on the floor. Before he manages to take off his shoes, he hears strange noises nearby. A constant rustling of bedsheets mixed with heavy breathing can be heard inside the apartment.
“Mmm hyung…” a familiar voice sounds from the bedroom, followed up by an intense thud of something against the wall. Renjun freezes and drops his bag of candy.
“Fuck, Mark, ah!” the same voice whines loudly, now an octave higher than before. It sounds a lot like Donghyuck.
Mark, Renjun thinks. That’s Donghyuck’s boyfriend’s name.
A sudden powerful spank reverberates throughout the bedroom and startles Renjun. He turns his head towards the bedroom door and notices it’s slightly ajar.
“I told you, it’s hyung,” the other voice commands. That has to be Mark. It’s definitely Mark.
“Ahh, I’m sorry h-hyung, AH-” responds Donghyuck before his words turn into an unintelligible mess.
Renjun metaphorically shits himself upon realizing what’s happening only a few meters away from him. Donghyuck’s infuriatingly handsome boyfriend Mark is here and he is giving Donghyuck the pounding of a lifetime. It also seems like they are trying their hardest to make sure everyone in this dorm complex hears everything, with Renjun being their vip guest, gaining the privilege of listening to their lewd performance just a few footsteps away.
Having Mark over at this hour was very unusual. Donghyuck and Renjun memorized each other’s timetables pretty well, so they knew who was home when, exactly to avoid awkward encounters like these. Mark rarely ever came to their dorm in general, it was Donghyuck who eagerly visited Mark’s dorm a few times a week after classes. That’s precisely why Renjun is shocked at the fact they’re currently going at it like rabbits inside his own and Donghyuck’s shared bedroom, despite the fact that Donghyuck knows Renjun gets home at this hour practically every Monday.
Before Renjun realizes what he’s doing, he finds himself standing in front of the slightly opened bedroom door. He wants to be a decent roommate and give his friends the privacy they need, but based on their volume, they’ve thrown that out the window a long time ago. He swallows heavily and peeks inside to make sure he isn’t hallucinating this entire encounter.
The crack in the door is small, but still big enough for Renjun to make out what’s happening on Donghyuck’s bed. Donghyuck’s head and arms are pressed flat into a pillow, his gaze facing away from the door. Renjun can’t see the rest of his body, but based on the angle of Donghyuck’s head, he figures out he is positioned on this knees, probably with his ass up doggy style. His hair is an absolute mess, strands sticking out in every direction. Mark’s hand creeps up behind Donghyuck’s neck, grabbing a fistful of his hair and tugging harshly, lifting up his head and making him yelp. Donghyuck’s face is now visible and Renjun can finally make out his expression.
Donghyuck’s beautiful face is glistening with sweat, his mouth barely open, a small tear forming at the corner of his eye. His cheeks are a dark shade of red and he is completely fucked out of his mind, shaking from Mark’s rough grip. Mark isn’t visible from this angle, but he can be heard grunting behind Donghyuck as he thrusts into him with complete abandon.
A wave of arousal washes over Renjun. He feels like a perverted voyeur spying on an innocent couple enjoying their private time. He tries to suppress his excitement but he can’t help it when the sight in front of him is giving him way more satisfaction than all of the shitty porn he’s watched in the past year.
He sees Mark slowly releasing Donghyuck’s hair from his grasp, stopping his thrusts to lean against Donghyuck’s ear to shower him with obscenities. Mark’s hair is also messy, his face completely flushed, eyes focused on his pretty little Donghyuck.
“I bet you thought about my dick all day. That’s all you ever think about anymore, you slut. I bet you couldn’t focus in class because you were too busy imagining my fat cock ramming inside you,” says Mark, making Donghyuck whine. “Tell me,” he continues, snaking his fingers around Donghyuck’s neck, holding him in place. “Tell hyung how much you thought about him all day,” he adds, making Donghyuck whimper.
“Ah- I thought about h-hyung’s cock all day!” Donghyuck chokes. “I-I thought about hyung’s cock so much, I c-couldn’t focus in class!” he cries out, desperate and needy for more.
Mark chuckles. “That’s what I thought. Fucking whore,” he releases his grip from Donghyuck’s throat and straightens back up, resuming with his thrusts, railing Donghyuck into oblivion.
The words coming out of Mark’s mouth sound so unlike him. The silly Mark who can’t escape an occasional voice crack despite being well past puberty. The slightly socially awkward Mark who sometimes stumbles over his words. The college bro Mark who has a dependency on saying either “dang” or “dude” at the beginning of his sentences. That same Mark is currently reciting absolute filth with such aggression it makes Renjun’s blood rush straight to his dick.
“You’re taking me so well, it’s like you were made to be fucked by my cock,” Mark’s dirty talk continues as he showers his boyfriend with lewd phrases.
Renjun’s hand subconsciously finds his way down his pants, palming his cock over his underwear. Every moan, every slap of skin against skin, every vulgar phrase that comes out of Mark’s mouth, every heavy breath they share, it all makes Renjun tighten impossibly hard inside his boxers. He gives up on teasing himself and sets his dick free from the confines of his underwear, slowly starting to stroke himself. He’s already so wet, spreading his precum across his shaft, lifting his shirt with his other hand to toy with one of his nipples. He never thought he would enjoy watching his best friend getting fucked hard from behind, Donghyuck’s moans playing a lustful melody for Renjun’s ears. Knowing he’s secretly watching them makes the situation that much more exciting. How pathetic yet thrilling it would be if they caught him staring just as he was on the brink of orgasm.
Donghyuck moans uncontrollably, all pliant in Mark’s hold. Renjun wishes he could see Mark’s face again and the way he holds Donghyuck by the waist. He probably looks equally as fucked out with sweat running down his abs as he watches his cock disappear inside Donghyuck’s clenching hole. Too bad the bedroom door is blocking that heavenly sight.
Renjun continues stroking his own cock, soft gasps escaping his mouth as he shamelessly observes the desperate look on his roommate’s face. The rhythmic thumping of the bed frame against the wall is so loud it could warrant several noise complaints.
“Hyung, please-” Donghyuck cries out, “t-touch m-me, please!”
“You wanna cum so bad, baby?” asks Mark.
“Fuck, yes, please,” Donghyuck pleads, earning a harsh spank from his boyfriend. He grips the sides of his pillow and buries his face into it to muffle his scream.
Mark grabs Donghyuck’s hair yet again and lifts his head up from the pillow. “Don’t hide like a little bitch, let me hear you,” he demands, not stopping his thrusts any time soon while still neglecting Donghyuck’s aching cock.
Renjun feels like he’s going crazy, beads of sweat forming on his temples, cock painfully hard in his grip. He’s completely out of his mind, debating whether or not he should push the door ever so slightly to reveal the entire scene. If the door creaks just a tiny bit it’s all over for him.
Mark releases Donghyuck’s hair, moving his hand somewhere else. “Want me to touch you so bad? You want hyung to help you cum?” he asks, earning an enthusiastic nod and a weak whimper from Donghyuck.
Renjun hisses as he feels himself nearing orgasm way too fast. Fuck Donghyuck and his hot fucking boyfriend Mark for having the hottest fucking sex right in front of Renjun’s horny eyes. But also bless them for providing Renjun with the most satisfying masturbation session he’s ever had in his life. He stops teasing his nipples and moves his hand upwards to cover his mouth, stifling any potential loud gasps as he speeds up his strokes with his other hand.
Then Mark utters something completely unexpected.
“Imagine if Renjun walked in on us right now and saw you like this, you’d probably enjoy it, you whore. Poor guy has no idea his best friend is such a little cock slut.”
The sudden mention of his name sends Renjun over the edge, silently moaning into his palm as he spills all over the laminated floor, some drops of cum landing on his torso. He curses under his breath knowing he’s made a mess. He clings onto his shirt with his clean hand, trying to calm down from the high of his mind-blowing orgasm.
In a moment of post-nut clarity he realizes what he’s just done. He’s just jerked off to the sight of his roommate and his boyfriend having sex. Now he won’t be able to get rid of the sight of Donghyuck’s fucked out face and the sound of his sultry moans. It’s going to keep him up at night more than any nightmare ever has.
It’s impossible to miss the very obvious drops of cum glistening on the floor unless you’re walking around in pitch black. Renjun panics, scanning the apartment to find anything he can use to wipe away the incriminating evidence he just left behind. He notices a small unused cotton towel on the kitchen counter so he swiftly grabs it and cleans himself first, making sure to also wipe the floor after fixing his outfit.
It seems like Mark has finally granted Donghyuck’s wish and is now jacking off his cock as Donghyuck repeatedly cries, “I’m c-close!”
“Cum for me baby, show hyung how great he’s making you feel.” grunts Mark, his breathing becoming irregular, signaling that he is also on the brink of orgasm.
Renjun realizes he doesn’t have much time left before the couple finishes, glaring at the newly christened cum rag with absolutely no idea where to hide it. Going to the bathroom and messing with the washing machine or attempting to wash his hands would be way too noisy and leaving the towel in a visible place would be an absolute no-no. In a haste, he hauls his backpack onto his shoulder with his free hand, quickly exiting the dorm, never letting go of the dirty towel.
He stands outside of his apartment, panting, sweaty, embarrassed. The towel is sticky in his hand and his shirt is tucked haphazardly into his pants. He looks like a complete lunatic and he still has no idea if Mark and Donghyuck heard him wank. He pulls out his phone from his pocket and opens up the messaging app, composing a decently convincing text for Donghyuck. Typing the whole thing out with just one hand is a pain in the ass.
Injunnie [4:02 pm]
i had some important errands to run so ill be back late, still want anything from the store?
Before he shuts off his phone, he spots a notification he received from Jeno just a few minutes ago.
NoNo [3:51 pm]
Jaem and I are going to a party this weekend, wanna come with us? You’ve been stressed lately, maybe it will help you unwind :)
Renjun smiles at the text. Jeno is not just a great friend but also an absolute godsend on this chaotic day. He can’t believe he is being invited to a party by sexy Jeno and his equally sexy boyfriend Jaemin. Renjun bets their sex is just as amazing.
He immediately forgoes his inappropriate thought and types out a response.
Injunnie [4:03 pm]
id love to! when is it?
Mentally, he’s already at the party, downing several glasses of alcohol and dancing with his friends to a shitty club song. Sadly, reality is much more bleak as he remembers what he’s currently holding in his hand.
Now all he has to do is figure out how to dispose of this nasty cum rag.
His life is a fucking mess.