I know it’s real, I can feel it! | SIX
Pairing: OBGYN!Beomgyu x Neonatologist!Reader (fem!reader)
Tolerance for Choi Beomgyu? Negative. Feelings for Choi Beomgyu? Inconclusive. Pregnancy test in your hand? Positive.
Pt. VI Word Count: 7.2K
Warning: Gagging, Alcohol, Breed Kink, Praise Kink, Choking, Offensive Language, Drunk Sex, Unprotected Sex
Note: Behold my favorite chapter thus far. Feelings are becoming more complex and I'm enjoying being in their heads. <3
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A shot of tequila.
That was the rule the girls agreed on before getting ready to head over to Soobin and Beomgyu’s. As everyone claimed their space in your apartment, it brought a sense of nostalgia and comfort to see the apartment full again.
All the doors were open as everyone got ready. Chaewon walked out of the bathroom in her loungewear as you headed into your room to throw a hoodie and one of your thickest sweatpants onto the bed.
“What are you doing?!” Ari squeaks as she wipes her mouth and sets down her glass next to the photo of the two of you sitting on your nightstand.
You crane your neck out from the closet, trying to close the bifold doors. You would’ve been successful if it wasn’t for one of your shoes tumbling down from your pile of thrown-in sneakers and slippers. “Getting comfortable?”
“Too comfortable!” She exclaims. “Don’t you have anything - I don’t know- sexier? Like a silk top and matching bottom?”
“For a night of drinking with friends? They’re going to laugh at me if I walk in there like that, Ari. Spare me that humiliation, please.”
She huffs, sitting at the edge of your bed. “Okay, well, something better than this? Which, by the way, you have a hole in the sleeve.” Ari makes her point by sticking her arm through the sleeve of your hoodie and showing off the gap under the armpit.
“Who am I trying to impress, Ari? You?” You stifle a giggle.
With an eyeroll, she gets up to close your bedroom door and you look at her like she’s lost her mind.
Ari puts her hands together and points them at you. “Back to what I was saying earlier…”
You lift a brow and cross your arms over your chest.
“... I swear that there’s something between the two of you. And before you deny it, I’m questioning Beomgyu more. ___, he’s interested in you. Can you really not tell?”
You swallow hard.
“It was all an act for Yoona.” You try to convince yourself more than her.
She drops her hands and stares hard. “What? No. I don’t think it was. When she wasn’t even around, his eyes remained on you. He was not watching her at all. Absolutely zero interest. What I want to know is if you’re ready to admit that you’re interested in him too?”
Your throat dries up, and you cough. Is what she’s saying really true? Or is she as delusional as you were feeling? How stupid would you be if you let down the armor over your heart… for him.
“I can’t.”
She narrows her eyes. “Because of Jaeil?”
You bite your lip and shake your head.
Your heart is racing so fast that it’s making you nauseous. Ari’s definitely making it worse by bringing him up before you have to walk into the room and face Beomgyu again. Things were already awkward after the kiss.
You cover your face and try to control how red it’s becoming.
Ari sighs. “It’s fine. I get it. He’s unpredictable, you’ve mentioned that before. And you’re fresh out of your relationship with Jaeil. I was only thinking, with Yoona out of the picture, now’s the chance to test his feelings for you. I want to witness it with my own eyes, and I want you to see what I’m seeing too. If it’s hard for you to admit your feelings, at least admit you’re attracted to him in some way? So if you only want him for the night, then take what you need… in a sexy two piece, please.”
You let her words sink in and give in a little. “You’re not mad at me… for any of this?”
Ari laughs. “No, I’m rooting for you or me. Bitch, he’s ffffine.”
You bite your tongue. “Weird to agree, so I won’t. He’s whatever. I’m thinking the breakup is just clouding my judgement.”
She gets up. “We’ll see. You better walk out with something better than that hoodie and those sweatpants. Remember, you exude sexy, when you feel sexy.”
Short shorts, and a thin, fitting long-sleeve was as sexy as it was going to get. For the cherry on top, you ditched a bra for triangle bralette. Even though it wasn’t anything extreme, you did feel more confident.
You’re the last to trail into the apartment. Taehyun’s the first to notice you walk in, exiting out of one of the rooms and giving you a small wave. Soobin’s catching up on Bebe’s newest performance, draped over the couch with Kai who's playing a game on his phone. The girls are getting comfortable on the floor, pulling down pillows from the couch. As you walk further in, you see Beomgyu and Yeonjun at the kitchen island, preparing the drinks. Yeonjun’s serving while Beomgyu’s leaning over the counter talking to him.
Beomgyu’s hair had fallen over his forehead, and he was wearing a Baby Metal black t-shirt with plaid pajama pants. You would be lying if you didn’t admit he looked really good.
You stroll over and pat Yeonjun’s back. “Mind if I take one now?”
Yeonjun laughs, holding up a shot glass in the air. “Open up.”
Doing what he says, he tilts the liquor into your mouth. It goes down smoothly and after the warmth, a strong peach nectar sticks to your mouth.
The flavor stutters your thinking for a moment.
Yeonjun smiles. “Good, huh?”
“It is.” You confirm while wiping your lips.
Beomgyu leans over more. “Hello to you too.” He smirks like he knew you were ignoring him on purpose.
“Hi.” You reach over for another, but he covers it before you can snag it.
“Give me it!” You frown.
“Maybe if you ask politely.” He stretches out his pointer to tap your princess ring.
Uh-oh, you forgot to take it off. Glancing at his hand, it looks like he didn’t take his off either.
Before Yeonjun notices, you smack Beomgyu’s hand.
He shouts in pain.
“She’s abusive. Fix her.” Beomgyu tattles to Yeonjun. You roll your eyes and Yeonjun sticks his tongue out before grabbing a few glasses to take toward the living room. “Just help me, yeah?”
Pleased with Yeonjun’s response, you take the opportunity to steal the glass from under Beomgyu.
“You on call tomorrow?” He asks.
You tilt your head back and welcome the peachy liquor to travel down your throat once more. “Nope!”
“Still… slow down.”
You set the glass down. “Thanks, Dad.”
“Just looking out for you, sweetie.” He bats his eyelashes.
With a deep inhale, you grab as many glasses as you can and walk over to set them at the coffee table.
“Since everyone’s gathered together. I have some important news!” Sakura sits up.
“Fuck, you’re pregnant.” Yunjin squints her eyes at her. Your eyes widen as you get settled between Ari and Yunjin.
Sakura laughs. “I’m not pregnant. Yet.” She holds up her hand, revealing a pear-shaped diamond on a silver band. Soobin leans in to look, eyebrows raised.
“But I am engaged!”
Your jaw drops. “Congratulations, omg!”
Yunjin crawls over to look at the ring. “So pretty! You hid that all day?!”
“Easy behind the gloves.” She wiggles her fingers with a proud smile. “Can you believe he proposed?”
“I mean it’s been two years! Man does not waste time.” Yunjin laughs as she rocks back into her spot, and then freezes.
You can feel the tension shift in the room, the chorus of congratulations becomes awkward as eyes shift your way, making you uncomfortable.
“Oh shit. I’m sorry, __.” Yunjin covers her mouth.
You try to laugh to ease the tension, reaching out for a cup. “Please don’t be! Um, Jaeil and I broke up.”
The news shocks those who hadn’t already been aware. Yeonjun turns his head toward Beomgyu.
“Are you okay? Since when…?” Chaewon’s eyebrows draw together.
You wave your arms around, quickly telling the same brief story you told Yunjin and reassuring them that it's nothing so the spotlight can return to Sakura.
“Seriously, I’m just glad that we get to attend a wedding soon. To Saki!” You cheer for her holding your glass high in the air. As the others do the same, the tension decreases.
“Hey,” Chaewon grins, “At least you can go on dates with us. Next weekend, let's go clubbing? Oh! And Yunjin found a speakeasy with such gorgeous bartenders. All over 6 feet tall, all can lift us with one arm.”
You burst into laughter and she throws you a wink before getting up to head into the kitchen.
“Damn. That’s what girls are searching for these days?” Yeonjun mumbles.
Beomgyu’s face pinches. “All those guys are always on shit. ___ couldn’t handle that.”
“You wouldn’t know anything about what I can handle, Choi Beomgyu.”
You glare at him.
He gives you the oh please look.
Yunjin clicks her tongue at Beomgyu before shifting to glance back at Kai from over her shoulder.
“Kai, Yoona was so fun and cute. Why’d she leave early?”
He leans forward. “Oh, she said she couldn’t drink with us. She’s doing a brief photoshoot in Malaysia tomorrow so she had to go. I forgot to tell everyone she said she had a great time and invited you all to visit the studio sometime.”
“Can we get photos done?” Ari’s eyes sparkle with interest. She would be a fantastic model if she ever wanted to pivot from nursing.
He nods. “‘Course. I can take photos after hours. Saki, we can take some fun engagement photos if you invite Yunho.”
Kai turns to Beomgyu who’s opening a can of beer after Chaewon drops some off onto the table. “Did you two break up? I thought you and Yoona were seeing each other which is why I invited her to come, but you two hardly interacted. I was confused.”
“Never dated. I told her the other day to give me some space.” Beomgyu brings the can to his lips.
Space? You frown. As in something temporary?
Slowly, you turn to catch Yeonjun pointing his eyes on you as he watches you carefully. You fix your face.
He shrugs his eyebrows and reaches under the table for the playing cards.
What was that about? The glance at Beomgyu and now you? It’s clear that he’s picking up something between the two of you as well and maybe that means that he witnessed more than you realized earlier. Could he have caught the kiss? God, what could he be thinking.
“Sounds like nothing’s new with you then.” Yunjin rolls her eyes.
Taehyun sighs. “Shame. Yoona’s beautiful. I’d think you wouldn’t want to lose her.”
Beomgyu shrugs. “Can call her whenever.”
“Disgusting,” You mutter under your breath.
It would be a lie to say you didn’t feel a sting in your heart. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Beomgyu raises his eyebrow at you. “Sorry that you unapprove, __.”
“I do, actually. Treating girls like play things is disgusting." You twist your ring so the design is hidden away.
“When have I done that exactly?” He challenges.
“Guys…” Taehyun shifts his eyes between you two.
“With Yoona.” You don’t back down. If you wanted to, you could tell everyone what happened earlier. That Beomgyu had asked you to pretend to be involved with him to deter her away.
His stare narrows. “Who else, __? I’ve always been direct with what I’m doing.”
“You think because you’re honest about what you’re doing that it doesn’t hurt anyone's feelings?”
He pouts. “Feelings? Because they end up falling for me? I should take accountability? Is that what you’re saying, ___?”
Repeating your name over and over is a pet-peeve of yours. You shake your head, your head pounding.
“Sorry,” Beomgyu scoffs. “I forgot things work a little differently in __ land where you have to exchange vows before you even look into each other’s eyes.”
“Fuck you!” You lean back on your hands.
“Enough.” Soobin cuts in. “Don’t ruin a fun night so early.”
“Don’t worry. I’m done talking to him.”
Yeonjun claps his hands to receive the attention.“I’m ordering pizza. What do you all want?”
“Spinach and feta.” Beomgyu says, leaning back against the couch with his arms behind his head.
Yeonjun nods and points to you.
You press your tongue against your cheek. That was your favorite pizza.
“One for me too.”
“Sorry, you’re sharing.” Before you argue, Yeonjun takes everyone else’s order. Chaewon stretches for the remote on the couch, switching the music from Bebe to R&B.
Taking a backseat on the conversation happening, you take a beer can off the table and drink some.
“Girl, what was that?” Ari whispers, using her hair as a curtain.
“Reality.” You take a big gulp of beer. It’s not your favorite, but there’s something addicting about it.
“I’m so confused how you guys could do a whole 180 in a matter of hours.”
“But wouldn’t you agree he started it?”
She chews on her lip. “I guess.”
Fuck Beomgyu, fuck Yoona, and fuck your heart. All three have been messing with you all day. You meant it when you said that reality had sunk in. Beomgyu will always continue to be a big fuckboy baby who thinks he can be with whomever he wants whenever. You know that, Yoona knows that, everyone knows that. Yet, everyone just lets it be. When was it going to be time for Beomgyu to have a taste of his own medicine?
The doorbell rings and you're grateful the pizza is here. It makes everyone spread out in the room more. You continue to sip away until you’ve hit the bottom of the beer can and feel a slight buzz.
When Ari stands up to get you both pizza, you look up to see that only you and Beomgyu are left in the living room. He sits across on the couch, equally spaced out, new can in hand.
You turn your body away to face the TV, cradling your arms around your knees.
Hours ago, Beomgyu and you were pulling each other closer and now you two were back to bickering, ready to shut each other out.
It was confusing.
Maybe it was because you two didn’t hate each other enough. And the same could be said about the opposite.
If only you never crossed that boundary because you can’t imagine continuing this seesaw for another decade.
Unfortunately, the only answer now would be to go to the extreme. Either you two hate each other completely or -
Yeonjun lets out a loud hiccup. “Let’s dare-or-drink.”
Everyone had settled back over to the couches and floor with their pizzas. Ari sets your plate next to you and you quickly thank her before helping Yeonjun distribute the shots on the table. You make sure there’s four in front of you for the game. Staring at them makes you nervous.
“Start with Soobin.” Chaewon points over to him.
Soobin points to himself. “Me? Okay. Hmm… Who’s most likely to get the drunkest tonight?”
You scan the room and everyone ends up pointing between Yeonjun and Yunjin.
Taehyun grins. “I think Yunjin wins this one.”
She runs her hands through her hair. “Nooo…. Swear that I won’t even get tipsy.”
“Sorry babe, you’re up for the dare.” Chaewon giggles.
Soobin slides a shot in the center for her to take. “Dare you to dance to Kara.”
“Oooh.” you slide another shot in the center. “And upload it on social.”
Yunjin drops her jaw. “You’re kidding.”
Yeonjun laughs and slides another one in the center. “The caption has to tag the last guy you texted.”
“Fuck.” Yunjin presses her hands against her forehead.
You hold back a laugh.
“Times up Yunjin.” Yeonjun sing-songs. “Three shots or do the dare.”
“This is how I end up shit-faced. Yunjin picks them up and takes them one after another.”
“Oh my god.”
Yunjin makes a face and shakes her head after. “I’m going to be sick. Okay.”
She claps her hands, already regaining her energy. “Most likely to flirt with someone they absolutely shouldn’t.”
It’s mixed, but you don’t miss how Beomgyu points to you.
Most were his way as they should be.
Yeonjun gets a mischievous gleam in his eye.
“I dare you….” Yunjin thinks. “To show everyone how you kiss. With no one to kiss.”
“Can’t do that.” Yeonjun stretches his arm to point at her. Can’t add a rule.”
“What?!” Yunjin starts to argue with him.
“It’s true.” Soobin says. “The rule is to show everyone how you kiss.”
Beomgyu chuckles.
Yeonjun slides a shot over. “So I’ll add. It has to be someone in this room.”
Your eyes widen.
“Ew. we don’t want it.” Yunjin gags.
Taehyun practically jumps and slides one of his own. “Has to be a girl.”
Sakura slides over shot. “Has to Yeonjun.”
“Contradicts that it has to be a girl. So pick one of your friends. Quick, time’s running out.” Kai rolls up the sleeves of his shirt and leans onto the coffee table with a smirk.
Yeonjun slides his glass over. “It has to be __.”
You snap your eyes his way.
Your suspicions that Yeonjun knows something has grown stronger.
Eveyrone looks amused.
You slide your shot over.
“Time!” Yeonjun shots.
“Nuh-uh! Who is even keeping track of time?” You gasp.
“I am.” Yeonjun points to the clock behind you. “No choice.”
“So what’s it going to be?” Soobin asks Beomgyu. “Four shots or kiss ___?”
Beomgyu looks over at you and you glare back at him.
He chuckles, rolling his head back. “I’d rather take the four shots.”
Mm, okay.
Better for you, anyway.
Yeonjun looks disappointed after he takes down the four shots.
Beomgyu screams as it burns down his throat and wipes his mouth with his sleeve, eyes already rimmed red. He burps internally before asking, “Most likely to send a desperate text to their ex?”
You knew it was coming. He pointed his finger right at you.
Kai’s sweet and points a finger to himself.
“Can’t point to yourself.” Beomgyu says.
Everyone’s looking to see who has the most hands pointed at them, and for the most part it’s mixed. But Beomgyu and Soobin are both pointing at you, making you the winner.
“Soobin.” You scold him. He shrugs, rolling his head, “You’re always texting Jaeil and probably gonna get back together.”
Your heart aches, but you understand that everyone’s grown tired of your on and off relationship with Jaeil.
Now you’re at the mercy of Beomgyu’s dare.
“I dare you…” He holds back another burp. “To confess your body count.”
Shit. The heat is slowly creeping up your neck and you hope it doesn’t show on your face. The girls know that you lost your virginity to Jaeil. So if you tell the truth, they’re going to want to know who the second body is.
You wait to see if anyone's going to add anything, the panic increasing.
If you tell the truth, the girls will be shocked. But if you decide not to answer and take the shot, you would just look like a loser that didn’t want to admit that it was only Jaeil.
Chaewon slides hers over and you look at her in surprise. “I’ll make it more fun! And tell us the best place you’ve done it.”
Ari and Yeonjun move at the same time.
“Don’t tell us who.”
“Tell us the names.”
Saki points to Ari. “She went first.”
Yeonjun narrows his eyes at Ari. “Interesting. Changing mine to initials only.”
“Too close to his name.” Ari shakes her head.
Everyone agrees to your relief, and you admire her like she was your knight in shining armor.
“Then… call… them…” Yeonjun thinks out loud, and nods when he feels like he provided a good addition to the dare.
Now you had four shot glasses in front of you.
Well, you obviously couldn’t answer the question.
You hold your head.
“Sorry, we thought we were helping you.” Yunjin whispers.
You reach down and take all four. By your third shot down, you gag.
“We’re entering the gagging stage.” Soobin laughs.
By the time you kept doing more dares, people were gagging and calling it quits (Kai and Chaewon had even knocked out with their heads against each other).
You fan yourself, knowing that if you looked in the mirror, you’d be flushed.
Your phone lights up and you squint, re-reading the name appearing on the screen. The letters dance until you make out that it’s Jaeil.
Your heart flips, not helping the nausea.
“Excuse mmme.” You wobble when you stand, the room tilting. “Gotta call.”
You try to shove your way through Soobin rolling on the ground. “Jaeil?” You put the phone to our ear as you walk over to one of the bedrooms.
“__?” Jaeil says on the other end.
“Uh-huh. Is me!”
“Are you drinking?”
You tilt your head, trying to understand his tone.
“Yeah,” you shrink your voice. “With my friends. Why’re calling?”
“Sorry. I know I shouldn’t be. I just have something important to tell you. It would be right for you to know.”
An unsettling feeling enters your stomach. “Can you just give me a minute?”
Whatever he had to say, sounded serious. Maybe even something that was going to ruin your night. It was better to move over to your apartment.
You carefully open the door, Yunjin’s and Sakura’s messy conversation growing louder as you step out and rush to your apartment. With every step, your heart beats faster.
“But if you’re drunk, I think it can wait until you’re sober in the morning.”
“No!” you blurt, opening the door and stumbling into your apartment. “I need to know. Jaeil, don’t do that to me. I’m going to be worried sick.”
“It’s nothing concerning, but I need you to be sober for it. It’s good news, I promise.”
You stare at the clock. 3 a.m. already.
“Good news? Please don’t tell me you want to get back together. I don’t think… that’s not what I want…”
He hesitates on the other end.
“Do you… do you want to get back together?” You ask.
Your door opens behind you, and you spin around to catch Beomgyu standing in the doorframe, hand on the doorknob.
Jaeil sighs, “Sorry. It’s regarding your infertility.”
Beomgyu’s cheeks are tinted red, flushed from the alcohol. His strong eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes have a hint of sadness. When his jawline tenses, your breath catches.
You fumble with your phone, dropping it with a clatter. It lands by his feet and he swings his arm down to claim it. “Please stop calling her, Jaeil. Enough.”
He hangs up the call looking ticked off. Funny, you’re the one with more of a right to be angry.
“What did you do that for?!” You shout as you step closer, nearly on his toes.
What was Jaeil going to tell you? What if you forgot in the morning? What if it was important?
He shuts his eyes and keeps your phone in his back pocket, placing his hands on your hips to prevent you from pushing you both over. His fingers brush along the sliver of exposed skin, setting it on fire. “___.”
“No, Beomgyu, seriously. Give it! I need to talk to him.” You attempt to reach for the phone, making him back up against the stove. He leans against it as he catches your wrists, wrestling with you.
“No, you don’t.” He keeps fighting your hands, trying his best to remain gentle.. “___, stop! He’s just going to keep fucking with you!”
You're so angry that you shove him as you step back. “He’s not playing with me! Jaeil was never playing with me. Just because it got rocky toward the end of our relationship doesn’t throw away all the years we were together. Not everyone is like you, Beomgyu.”
He ticks his head away, annoyed. “So you wanna continue and waste another seven years of your life?! Fucking wake up! Am I saying it has to be someone like me?” Beomgyu stretches his arms out.
Your eyes sting.
“No, it can’t ever be someone like you.”
He pulls his head back, hurt.
“I know. I know.” You point at him, trying to tell yourself too. “Because you’d be the worst fucking waste of my time.” You struggle to keep your balance.
“Fuck you.” Beomgyu mutters under his breath, his voice cracking.
He reaches for his back pocket, placing your phone onto the counter with a light toss before running his fingers through his hair.
You step back. Although you could reach for your phone, you don’t. Because you’re rooted in place studying him.
Why was he even standing in front of you? Had he been curious the minute you picked up the phone call? Or did he plan to corner you alone in your apartment for another reason?
You can’t think clearly because your eyes are stuck on his arm as it flexes with every comb through his hair. Your body warms and you're disappointed in yourself for looking along his body.
He catches you, of course, and he leans back against the counter.
Is he not leaving?
Breaking out of the spell, you reach for your phone giving him a faux smile.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to continue to waste anymore time. How about I go make some mistakes, hmm? You’ll see. You’ll be proud of me in a few months! Then you can ask me all those humiliating questions again. But do me a favor in the meantime, while I’m making mistakes, why don’t you learn from yours?”
Beomgyu smacks the counter as he stands up and backs you up against the wall.
“Always acting like you know me so well.” Reaching up to your cheek, he brushes his thumb across your lips. You look up at him from beneath your lashes.
He drops his gaze.”You can’t walk away without answering some questions for me, okay?”
You continue to hold his stare, waiting.
“Do you think about me, __?”
“How can I not?”
He leans in closer while emphasizing his words. “Not like that, baby.”
You shudder. It’s becoming harder to breathe and harder to swallow.
A corner of his lips lifts.
“You do, right? It’s okay. I do, too. Want me to leave right now? Then, say it. But you wouldn’t be doing yourself a favor.”
You lick the the pad of his thumb, wrapping your lips around it while not breaking eye contact. He tilts his head back as his eyelids lower, the tension in the room shifting.
“Who would be doing the favor, Gyu?” You tease with a tilt of your head, tone light.
In seconds, Beomgyu pulls his hand away and seals his mouth over yours. You’re not surprised, you were hoping for it.
You slide against the wall, trying to regain your stance. When you do, you press against him, the heat transferring from him to you. You love the way his grip on your hips strengthen as he tugs you closer, holding you like you’re his lifelong.
You gasp for air, letting out a yearning sigh. No matter how much Beomgyu annoyed you, it wasn’t enough to kill the strong attraction you felt for him. Right now, you needed him deeply. You wanted every piece of him to surround you in body and thought. He clearly did, too.
He parts your lips with his, your tongues eagerly intertwining. He tastes of peaches, a mix of the alcohol and him. A taste that’s not easy to replicate and one that you envy isn’t exclusive to you.
He tastes so good.
He teases your tongue with a lick, making you wine. And he laughs against your mouth before locking your lips together. In response to his tease, you push your hips against his, earning you a small groan.
Again.
Not breaking from the kiss, Beomgyu reaches down to adjust himself. When he brushes against you again, you feel how turned on he is.
You feel yourself throbbing, remembering how good it feels when he’s inside you.
You grind into him while your hands feel up his biceps and run through his hair. His hands travel down your back and to your ass where he squeezes as he continues to grind.
When the two of you are panting so hard that you have to break away from the kiss, Beomgyu hoists you up. You wrap your legs around him tightly and tug on his hair to draw his mouth back to yours.
You wish you didn’t miss his body as much as you did, but it’s been years. When would it be the next time the two of you would be this close again?
He turns to lean his back against the wall, spreading out his legs to keep you on him. His hands continue to grope your ass, squeezing tighter.
Your breath shakes into his mouth, the need getting stronger.
“Admit you fucking want me, __.” He moans the words out lazily.
You shake your head stubbornly. He responds by biting your lower lip gently and tugging it.
“Or I’ll stop.”
You don’t believe him.
He laughs, yet he doesn’t stop.
“Admit it, baby. Admit that you want me and I’ll admit how I can’t stop thinking about this, too.”
“You first,” Your voice comes out tight.
He grins like a true drunk. Placing his mouth over yours, he gives you a lazy kiss. “Want you, ___.”
He spanks your ass and you inhale sharply.
“Your turn.” He commands.
Your eyelids flutter.
“I,” you whisper, “Want you, Beomgyu.”
A slow smile spreads across his face.
It falters when you hold onto his shoulders and grind into him. It makes him slip down the wall a little, and wraps his arm around you tight as he adjusts you back to where you need to be.
He moves along with you, going faster as his desperation begins to show. A small mewl comes out of you when you're rubbed the right way.
He mimics the sound with a drunk laugh. “Fucking love that sound. Let’s go to your room, yeah? So I can fucking hear more.”
You gasp and climb off of him.
You don’t have to worry about walking to the room because Beomgyu scoops you up and carries you to your bed. He lifts you like you weigh nothing more than a sack of feathers and it turns you on.
He attempts to lay you carefully down, but you don’t mind tumbling into the bed, reaching to pull him over you. Your heart drums against your chest as he crawls over, staring down hungrily.
It’s not long before his hand is gathering the fabric of your shirt and pulling it up to reveal your bralette. You help him out a little and toss your shirt off.
Hooking his thumbs under the fabric of your bralette, he pulls it up so your breasts are in full display.
“Beautiful,” He says before his mouth is around your breast. You arch up into him with a moan.
He takes his time kissing your breast, mouth wide enough to take in as much as he can. When his lips brush along your nipple, you whimper.
“Beomgyu…” You groan with pleasure.
He hums, continuing to kiss your breasts hungrily. He alternates to give them each the same care, showing how he’s been starved of your body for years.
The room fills with his needy breaths and your satisfied sighs.
When you feel his kisses travel down your abdomen, your sighs grow higher in pitch, the anticipation building. You lean on your elbows to watch him, your chest rising and falling. He licks and sucks wherever his mouth can land as he gets closer to where you need him to be.
Before he tugs down your shorts to see what he’ll find, he pulls his shirt off, grabbing from the back and pulling it off in one swift motion. His necklace dangles against this chest.
Since the wedding night, his abs have become more defined. You’re not sure you can hold yourself back. Just like how his mouth was all over your body, you wanted to do the same.
He pulls down your shorts and panties. Once you kick them off, you hold your legs closed, becoming shy.
“Please?” He smiles with a twinkle in his eyes.
It’s enough to melt you, your legs easily sliding apart as he gently coaxes you too.
He runs his tongue along his teeth before placing a kiss straight between your legs. And opening his mouth, he slowly gets a taste of you.
“A-ah..” You tilt your head back, but gather the strength to lift it back to watch him. You're mesmerized with how he looks between your legs, busy running his tongue flat against your opening.
His eyes roll back as he releases a satisfied groan.
You blush fiercely, gasping with pleasure as he laps. Fuck, fuck, fuck… how can you hold it? Your legs tremble, and you realize the adrenaline is kicking in. He fixes your leg when you flinch, having just firmly licked over your clit.
“Ww-wait!” You gasp, unsure you can handle the buildup. He shakes his head, repeating the movement.
“Shit!” You grip the bedsheets, rolling your head. Grabbing the pillow from next to you, you cover your face and scream out a long moan. Spreading your legs wider, you let Beomgyu sink in more.
You buck your hips and breathe hard, wanting the release. He anchors you with his arms around your legs, busy slurping and kissing. The groans he makes only push you closer to your orgasm.
You feel like pressing your legs together, the tension knotting in your lower stomach.
You whimper with the ache, throwing the pillow aside as you arch harder and holding onto the bedsheet. The intensity was increasing. “G-gyu!” You cry out. He doesn’t stop and you wrap your legs around his head as you break.
You struggle to breathe and Beomgyu rubs his hands all over until you’re no longer trembling and gasping.
“Fuck, baby,” He breathes.
“O-Oh…” you smile in ecstasy, sighing peacefully.
Bending down again, he kisses up your leg before he’s cleaning between them.
You softly mewl, your hands reaching down to play with his hair.
When he’s finished, he crawls over and helps you out of your bra. “Did I do good, baby?”
You nod, finding your voice in a mess of whispers. “So good. You did so good.”
He smiles in your praises. Holding your jaw firmly, he gives you a taste of yourself. Your tongues roll over each other.
“You taste so good. Don’t you?” He purrs. “I want to taste that again and again, whenever I ask for it, okay baby?”
You nod.
“And whenever you ask for it, I’ll drop down to my knees and do it for you.”
Please.
You kiss him back, your hands traveling down his abs. When you hesitate at his waistband, he helps by tugging his pants off, his cock springing free. Returning his hands to caress your body, he rubs your inner thighs until his hands are back at your core, two fingers entering you.
You clench around his long fingers.
“Again? Want it that bad?”
You nod, desperate and needy. He chuckles, low and breathy.
“I do, too, baby. I’m so fucking hard.” He tells you as he pumps his fingers inside of you.
Heaven.
“Yeah?” You catch your breath.
“Yeah…” He whines. “It’s becoming painful. Help me?”
You bite your lip, not wanting him to pull his fingers out. But if it means, replacing them with what you really want, then you better hurry.
He reaches for your hand, placing a kiss in your palm before spitting in it. You bite down hard on your lip, drinking up the sight of him with the saliva spilling from his mouth.
He places himself into your hand, and when you begin to stroke him, he rolls his head back to sigh with relief.
You adjust your hand on his thick girth, pumping him at an even pace. He had to be close to 8 inches, it was always so easy for him to hit the right place. Your heart flutters and you clench around nothing, eager for him to fuck you.
You gently rub your thumb over his swollen tip.
He sucks in air between his teeth, his hair falling over his forehead as he looks down at how you stroke him.
Spreading your legs, you guide him to come closer so you can tease him with your entrance, coating the head of his penis with your juices.
His cock flexes in your hand and he growls, “Are you teasing me, baby? Or are you telling me to fuck you better than you’ve ever had?”
You close your eyes.
He leans over and holds your neck, going in for a kiss. When he presses his thumb against the side of it, you moan.
“Do you want more?” He licks across your lips and then kisses up to your ear.
“More.” You answer.
The room spins when he blows into your ear.
“Ahhh…”
He releases his hand from your neck and glides it down your shoulder before he’s guiding himself into you. You spread your legs wider, letting him in. As he settles into you, both of your jaws drop.
Oh hell…
Your heart flutters as he pulls his hips back and thrusts. “Oh, fuck….” You smile with sweet relief.
Pleasure builds up between your legs, his cock stretching your walls. He hadn’t even fully inserted himself and you were already feeling full.
“Aren’t I a better fuck?”
Your eyes snap up at him.
He laughs and grins. “Say it, __. Say I’m a better fuck.”
You open your mouth to answer, but before you can find your voice, he rams into you, giving you everything. The initial pain makes you wince as you cry out.
He increases his thrusts and the pain quickly blossoms to tingles of pleasure.
“Fuck! Harder!” You beg.
He pants as he gives you what you need, his hand returning to your throat. “Am I fucking you good, baby? Am I the best you ever had?”
You nod eagerly, your eyes rolling back with how lightheaded you become.
“Can’t I hear it come from your pretty lips?” He whines.
“You’re a better fuck, Gyu! Oh!” You dig your nails into his arm as he fucks you harder. He pushes your legs in and fucks you deeper.
“What couldn’t he do for you, princess, that I could?”
Shit, he’s talking about Jaeil.
Fucking, Jaeil.
“A b-baby.” You croak. “F-fuck!”
He lets out a shaky exhale, leaning closer to you. “What?”
You shake your head, and he moves his hand to hold your jaw, making you look at him.
“Say it or I’ll stop.”
You whine. “C-couldn’t get m-me pregnant."
“You want a baby?”
You moan, nodding your head and looking at him with tears in your eyes, mostly from being fucked too good.
His pupils dilate.
“Turn around,” He growls, taking back his hand and pulling out. You roll to your side, your arms trembling as you hold yourself up on all fours.
His hand travels down your back and presses your upper body down toward the mattress. “Fuck, you’re so fucking hot, __.” He compliments while pulling your hips back.
You writhe, wanting him to plunge into you.
He doesn’t make you wait, stretching you over him and thrusting.
You grip onto the mattress, squeezing your eyes shut with how forceful his thrusts into your needy hole become.
“Wanna know what would happen if I come in you?” He snaps his hips forward and you push your hips back.
“Mmm?”
“Fuck — you’ll get pregnant, baby.” He pants. “Is that what you want? You want me to fill you with my c-cum?”
His voice begins to break and his thrusts become more desperate. You’re already crying into the mattress.
“B-Beomgyu!”
“But I won’t… I won’t cum in you, not unless you’re begging for it. C-cause then everyone will know. Everyone will know that I filled your pretty little cunt with my c-cum.” He loses air at the end of his sentence, groaning.
“You can’t!” You cry, pulling the bedsheets closer to you.
“No?”
“I can’t.” You push your body up with your arms and throw your head back.
“Shhitt.’ He pulls you up and kisses your neck. “You can, ___.”
You nod, your eyes rolling back.
The pleasure becomes too much for you to handle again and when your bodies collide, your juices are squirting.
“Fuck, baby!” His arms wrap around you as you climax once again.
You breathe in so hard, it almost sounds like it hurts to catch your breath.
He wipes the sweat away forehead and the sticky strands of hair to the side.
The idea of Beomgyu getting you pregnant was a wild thought, but it turned you on more.
He kisses your shoulder. “You did so good, baby.”
You nod, exhausted.
“Now lay down for me.”
“M-mm?” You turn to look at him.
He looks at you with determination. “Can you go one more time?”
You flush.
“I don’t know,” You confess. Was he going to give you another orgasm so close after the last?
“Do you want to?”
You bite your lip and do as he says, laying on your back.
He strokes himself while continuing to guide you. “Raise your hips for me, baby.”
You obey.
He places a pillow under you. “Mmm…where’s your vibrator, I know you have one.”
You stretch your arm out and pull the drawer of your nightstand, but Beomgyu didn’t wait for you to get it before he’s pushing into you. You become a pile of mush, eyes rolling back.
He reaches for it and turns it on. “Hold it, princess. Right over your clit.”
You take the vibrator from him and rub over yourself until the vibration is gliding over the nerves. Your teeth chatter as you curse.
Beomgyu’s breathing hard, he hardly can speak. “You’re going to orgasm…. so hard for me…I’m going cum so d-deep in your pussy...”
You chant his name, this orgasm coming sooner than you thought with the help of your toy.
“Mmm….How are you going to explain it to everyone, ___? How are you going to hide my baby?”
You thrash as you whimper. “W-won’t!”
“You won’t? Cause you want me to get you pregnant?"
You nod. “Mmph - yes!”
He purrs. “You wanna be special, ___? The only one that has something of m-mine?”
Stars start floating over your eyes.
“Please!” You’re losing air.
“Please what, ___.”
“F-fuck… cum…inside…me!” You plead.
You arch as white flashes over you, an intense heat rippling in your lower abdomen that has you screaming like you’re breaking.
Beomgyu grunts as he digs his nails into your hips, his hot seed filling you up.
He shifts off balance, inhaling through his nose hard. “S-shit…”
When he pulls out of you, you feel his cum spilling between your legs.
“Wait,” he folds your legs in. As it continues to spill, he pushes it in with his fingers. “So pretty~”
You’ve barely caught your breath as you admire him. He’s breathing hard, covered in sweat, and you know that you are no better.
The sweat glistens on his body, showcasing his muscles more. His hairs ruffled from you touching it, and the ends have curled. You feel a squeeze in your heart, as if it was a big thank you for the back to back orgasms received in the last hour and a half.
He looks up to check on you, a small smile forming on his lips.
“You were so loud.” He chuckles.
You bite your lip. “Really?”
“Not complaining. It really is my favorite sound.”
You flush, looking away.
“Ever?” You tease him.
As you reach up to sweep the hair sticking to your cheek, you realize your hands trembling. He reaches over to help you and his eyes fall onto your lips, like they always do.
As if he was giving in, his shoulders relax and he leans over to kiss you, sinking into the spot beside you as he tugs you close to him.
“Ever. I’m serious.”
“Mmm….”
Your eyes droop, but you fight to keep them open.
He tucks your head into his chest, and you can hear how his heart beats faster.
“Rest.” He scratches the side of your neck gently. The goosebumps travel down your spine, and they almost have the opposite effect of sleep.
“I’m scared.” You admit.
“Of what, ‘heart?”
Of tomorrow.
Of him leaving.
Of this all being another painful memory.
The seven years with Jaeil taught you to find the courage to leave. But what if Jaeil wasn’t your toughest lesson? What if it’s finding the courage to want someone to stay?
He whispers your name.
You shake your head, unable to say it out loud.
“That… that you’ll get pregnant?”
You shake your head. “No… If I do end up getting pregnant… If you give me something that I’ve been hoping for. I can never hate you for that. I can’t ever hate you the same way, Beomgyu. It’s the opposite.” You swallow so hard. “Very much, the opposite. And I’m so scared of what could happen when we wake up tomorrow.”
He wipes the corner of your eye with your thumb, but you weren’t crying. Maybe you were going to soon.
“Tomorrow, I’ll still be here. I’ll be right here, ___. We’ll talk about it then.” He murmurs into your hair.
“We never do,” your voice cracks, and you glance up at him.
Pain flashes over his eyes. “This time, it’ll be different.”
“What if I forget? What if you forget?”
He searches in your eyes. “Forget?”
You swallow the thick lump inside your throat. “Promise, if I forget and you remember… that you would remind me?”
He settles into his mind for a moment before giving you a small smile.
You nod with relief, finding his hand and interlacing your fingers together.
“Sleep...” he tucks the blanket over you.
As you close your eyes, you find it difficult to open them again.
He kisses your lips, murmuring something against them.
You don’t catch what it is.
But you trust that he’ll repeat it again in the morning.
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