I decided to post the next chapter and not make you guys wait 4 days 😂

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"You ok?" Wooyoung asks after a minute of silence and Hongjoong nods before moving slightly, signaling for him to begin thrusting.

Wooyoung doesn't waste any time. He immediately goes out and slams back in with force causing Hongjoong to cry out and arch his back. The searing pain was almost mind boggling. Wooyoung doesn't try comforting him though instead he does the same thing again, slamming into his ass repeatedly.

Soon the pain becomes pure pleasure and Hongjoong found himself begging for more. "F-faster p-please" He begged as he had his cheek squished on the wall. He knew he was close but he wanted Wooyoung to release before him.

"Mm you're so tight, I love it" Wooyoung growls out with his voice completely laced with lust. He always enjoyed fucking virgins because since it's their first time they always tend to be much tighter then non virgins. He loved the way their assholes squeezed his member.

Hongjoong moans out in reply before slapping his hand over his mouth. He had to keep reminding himself that anyone could walk in at anytime. Yes they were in a stall but their voices could still be clearly heard.

"Don't hold back your moans babe" Wooyoung says out before pulling out of him then he turns him around, making him face him. "Jump" He commands.

Hongjoong instantly jumps and wraps his legs around Wooyoung's waist. Wooyoung then slips his dick back into the others hole then allowing him to fall deeper on his member. Hongjoong felt really full at the feeling of the younger's dick inside him. The cold wall on his back caused him to arch slightly.

"I wanna see your face as I fuck you" Wooyoung growls, a smirk growing on his lips. Hongjoong shivers at the look and moves a bit. He was getting impatient.

Wooyoung notices this so he gives the other exactly what he wants. He begin to slowly go in and out of him then picks up his speed when Hongjoong kept whining at how slow they were going. He was now slamming deep into him, hitting his prostate each time.

Hongjoong felt like he was on cloud nine. All that can be heard in the empty washroom was their moans and skins slapping against each other.

"A-aah f-fuck. So g-good, y-yes yes" Hongjoong moaned out loudly, not caring about holding his voice back. He felt like was just about ready to release at any given second.

Wooyoung attaches his lips to Hongjoong's in a kiss, muffling his screams. "Shh we can't be too loud now" Wooyoung whispers into his mouth with a smirk. He was also slightly out of breath. They were both quite sweaty and ready to release.

Hongjoong nods and tries restricting his voice but it was hard. His vision suddenly went cloudy when Wooyoung attacks his neck again while still thrusting with full force, licking and sucking on his sweet spot.

The whole feeling threw him over the edge and he just couldn't hold it in anymore. He let out a loud moan as he threw his head back and came all over his chest. His eyes rolled back slightly and his toes curled intensely.

A few more thrusts and Wooyoung follows. "A-ahh" He moans out as he pulls out of Hongjoong and came on the floor. They were both a sweaty mess and they both were breathing quite rapidly.

Wooyoung held him there for a few long seconds and Hongjoong wrapped his arms around Wooyoung's neck in a hug. "That was amazing" He whispered with a smile on his face in the taller's ear.

Wooyoung chuckles at this before dropping him on the floor finally. Hongjoong felt weak at his knees and a soreness in his asshole. "Ah-" He winces at the pain and Wooyoung only pats his head reassuringly before stepping back and putting his clothes back on.

"Yeah you'll probably be a bit sore for the next couple days" Wooyoung laughs lightly and Hongjoong scoffs a little. A small smile finally breaking unto his lips.

He knew that he was being very unrealistic but he was seriously in love with Wooyoung. And it wasn't just the sex that was talking. Ever since they first met they instantly clicked.

He wasn't sure whether or not the feelings were genuine but he was very much aware that they were there he just wasn't ready to act on them so soon. The last thing he wanted to do was scare Wooyoung off.

Later that night Hongjoong layed in bed, his mind kept running over what happened with Wooyoung and how he lost his virginity to him. This caused his face to heat up and he stuffs his face in his pillow.

"You ok up there?" Mingi, his bunkmate calls from his spot on the bottom bunk. Hongjoong sighs and looks down at him from his top bunk.

"Yeah I'm fine, just a bit restless" Hongjoong replies with a pout and Mingi chuckles.

"Come sleep with me" He replies while patting the side of his bed. Hongjoong smiles excitedly before jumping down from his bed and sliding in Mingi's bed. They both face each other with a small smile.

"Goodnight" Mingi speaks up first before shutting his eyes.

"Night" The other replies and shuts his eyes as well.

Meanwhile in San's room he was currently confronting Wooyoung about where he'd been all evening.

"Ugh get of my back San. I was out with a friend" Wooyoung says while rolling his eyes.

San didn't believe it for one second. He knew that he was with Hongjoong but what they were up to he had no idea. He didn't want to think for second that the man hoe fucked his best friend.

"I know you're lying Wooyoung. You were with Hongjoong weren't you? Tell me the truth" He demanded, his voice raising ever so slightly.

"And what if I was with Hongjoong? What are you gonna do?" Wooyoung steps towards him, their noses inches apart. Wooyoung could tell that the shorter wanted nothing but to get fucked again by him, he just didn't want to admit it to himself.

Jongho and Yunho were luckily both asleep so when San doesn't reply Wooyoung took the initiave and lightly runs his finger along the older's jawline causing San to shiver.

Wooyoung was having the time of his life causing San all this mental anguish. San on the hand was just about ready to jump Wooyoung's bones. The sex with him was almost like a drug to him, it was addicting.

San pushes Wooyoung on his bed and jumps on him, straddling his waist, then he presses his lips on the other.

Wooyoung's hands instantly grips on the shorter's waist as San grinded down on him slowly and sensually. Wooyoung couldn't help but smirk into the deep kiss at how he's about to get laid twice in one night.

San pulls back from the kiss to catch a breathe but he kept grinding. The feeling was ecstatic. "Oh god..." He whispers out when Wooyoung begins to attack his neck and sweet spot with harsh bites, arousing him even more.

His mind was going places that he didn't want them to go to. Just as soon as the sudden lust came he had to snap himself out of it.

"N-no I c-cant" He stutters out as he pulls back and gets off of Wooyoung's thighs. Both of them were slightly out of breath. Wooyoung just sits there and looks at him before rolling his eyes.

"Why are you making this so difficult?" He asks with a raised brow as he leans back. "It's not that hard, I wanna fuck you, you wanna be fucked by me so what's the big deal?" He asks nonchalantly with a sigh.

San couldn't help but scoff at him. How could he be so simple minded? It's not as cut and dry as that.

"What exactly is all this to you anyways?" San asks abruptly and Wooyoung looks at him for a few seconds trying to read his expression.

"I'm out. I'm not in the mood to deal with this" Wooyoung replies while raising both his hands in mock surrender then he turns to go to bed.

"W-what? What are hell are talking about?" San asks, his voice raising a bit. How dare he ignore my question?

"I mean I'm done with you San. Or do I have to spell that out for you?" Wooyoung raises his voice at him as well causing the shorter to flinch back. He's known Wooyoung for what, a month now, but he's never seen him this serious about anything.

Wooyoung calms down slightly when he see how startled San was. "You have feelings for me don't you?"

San was speechless and didn't know what to say. He couldn't decide if he was speechless at how narcissistic Wooyoung was being or because he really did have feelings for his asshole of a roommate. Romantic feelings at that.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about" He replies back with a small stutter.

Now it was Wooyoung's turn to scoff. "You know I kept wondering why you were making me hanging out with Hongjoong such a big deal but now it all makes sense. You're jealous. Plus it's pretty easy to read you San" Wooyoung rolls his eyes at him and San felt his fists clench. He wanted to knock his teeth out that very second.

"Unbelievable. Why don't you pull your head out your ass for a second huh? Not everything's about you, god!" He yells out and Yunho stirs in his sleep at the sudden sound.

"Yeah ok..." Wooyoung replies with a faint smirk before standing up and staring the shorter right in the eyes. "...Whatever feelings you have for me, get rid of it because I'm not interested. Got it?" He growls out in his face and San felt his eyes sting with tears.

He bites his bottom lip and looks away before Wooyoung could notice that he was tearing up. He doesn't say anything, instead he shoves his way around the taller and grabs one of his plushies that layed on his bed from his top bunk before turning to speed walk out the room.

The slam of the door finally wakes Yunho up. He sits up while rubbing his eyes. "What's going on?" He asks and Wooyoung ignores him, heading straight to the bathroom.

Asshole, asshole, asshole, asshole, asshole.
Dick. Dick. Dick. Dick. Dick.

San kept repeating these words in his head until he got to the washroom. Thankfully there was no one in any of the stalls because it was quite late. He locks himself in a stall and slumps down on the floor before he finally let it out.

The tears flooded down his face and he wanted to slap himself for being so stupid. "Idiot. I'm such an idiot" He says out as he smacks his forehead repeatedly, the tears blurring his vision.

How could he let himself fall for a fuck boy? It wasn't the sex he was in love with, it was him. It's always been him. And he hates himself so much for that. Even after all the mental warnings he gave himself in the beginning the outcome is still the same.

He kept sobbing and rubbing at his eyes, he was sure that they were blood shot red. The next hour was spent just sitting and staring at the wall of the bathroom stall, trying to recollect himself.

When he was ready he stood up, grabbing his shiber as well and began to exit the washroom.

There's no way I'm going back to that room with him in there. He'll know that I was crying and I don't want to give him the satisfaction that I was crying over him.

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:'(