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she her | bamtori 최범규 ❤︎︎ 글쓰기

[bamyeong]

beomgyu writings ❤︎︎

i’ve been on tumblr for a while now, but recently made a new account to start writing my own fics because i’ve built up the courage recently. i ask for criticism, but don’t be harsh and mean. feel free to request me and i will get to it as soon as possible! ^\\^

- p.s i also make small, short fics and writings as well, so please be specific if you want a longer ver !

reqs - open ‹𝟹  ( x fem!reader only )

[bamyeong]

Could I request doctor beomgyu x doctor reader from different departments? Maybe one from neurology and one from cardiology or something along those lines?

ill get to this as soon as possible! i’m quite busy right now, but i’m sure i will have it uploaded by friday ;3

[todoggukie]

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[bamyeong]

hii....i just checked ur account after reading office hours and i realised i have read many of ur fics before and i instantly followed like GURLL U ARE AMAZINNGGG I REALLY LOVE YOUR WORKS

this is really sweet, THANK YOU! i am a bit confused since i’ve only made three blogs of my own so far and one is my only longest (and first) fic so you might be confused with my reblogs maybe (??) but again thank you!! i’m happy to see that people enjoy office hours ^^

[bamyeong]

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE PROFESSOR BEOMGYU FIC OMG 😭😭😭 I LOVE IT SO MUCH <3

YOU’RE WELCOME ANON ♡♡ i’m so glad you like it !!!

[bamyeong]

— 𝒐ffice hours ᥫ᭡

pairing: professor bg x top student reader (f)

genre: smut, fluff, slight angst (?)

word count: 4k

warnings/tags: professor/student au, college setting, legal age gap, strict professor beomgyu, organized top student reader, risky public sex, almost getting caught, buildup, desk usage, praise kink .. probably missing tags

a/n: request for anon! this is my first fic after quite some time so i’d love to hear any criticism as long as it isn’t rude please!

you have never missed a single deadline in your entire academic career, but you are also completely whipped over your professor.

it started exactly in september, the third week of classes, when he handed back your first paper. you got an a plus and a single comment written in dark red ink at the bottom of the last page: excessive but correct. you looked up from your desk and he was already watching you with that low expression on your face, arms crossed over his chest, like he was waiting for you to argue about the comment he left. like he was daring you.

you didnt argue though. you just nodded and glared at him then wrote the comment down in your lecture notes and spent the rest of the semester trying to get him to look at you the same way again. like you were a problem he hadn’t solved yet.

you wanted to be completely wrapped around his finger.

you started wearing skirts to class, ones that were short enough to when you bent over even the slightest bit, he could take a small peak. you started staying after to ask questions you already knew the answers to, just to stand close to his desk and embrace his presence while he explained things in that low serious tone. you knew you were being reckless and you knew it but you couldn’t stop. you had never wanted anything more than this.

its november now, three weeks before finals, and you have a paper due on friday. you finished it last tuesday, but you go to his office hours anyway on thursday at four pm because you have a question about the footnote format… at least that’s what you tell yourself when you check your reflection in the window of the building, while you smooth out your plaid skirt and straighten your white, almost see through blouse and make sure your hair is neat while it flows down your back.

his office is at the end of the hall, small and cluttered with books stacked on every surface possible. you knock three times gently, the way you always do, and you hear him say "come in" in that voice that does things to your spine.

you push the door open then you see that hes sitting at his desk with his reading glasses on, frowning at something on his laptop, and he looks up when you enter. his expression doesnt change but his eyes do something complicated when he sees that its you. something that makes your stomach flip completely.

"close the door," he says.

you do. you click it shut and turn the lock without being asked, the way you always do. you sit in the chair across from his desk with your legs crossed at the ankle and your notebook open to the exact page you need, with your pen ready.

beomgyu looks up from his laptop and his expression doesnt change but his eyes do something complicated when he sees its you. something that looks almost like hunger before it shutters back to complete professional disinterest.

"miss y/n," he says. "what brings you here today at this hour? your paper is not due until friday."

"i finished early," you say. "i wanted to clarify the footnote format for the citation. the library has it formatted differently."

beomgyu doesnt look at your notebook. he is looking right at you. at your throat where your pulse is beating way too fast. at your hand resting on the edge of his desk, close to his own.

"you are always careful," he says quietly. "always prepared. you have never submitted a paper with one single error. not once this entire semester so far.”

"i like to do things correctly." you answer quickly.

"do you." it is not a question. he turns in his chair and now you are standing between him and the desk, trapped in the space he has created. "or do you just like to impress me?"

your breath catches. "i dont know what you mean…"

“yes you do." he stands up. he is much taller than you and he uses it, he steps forward until you have to tilt your head back to meet his eyes. "you sit in my front row in your perfect outfits with your perfect notes and you answer every question like you are performing for a show. for whom, miss y/n? for the class? or for me?"

your mouth is dry and your voice trembles. "for the material."

"liar," he says, and there is something almost soft in it. "you have been acting different for me since september. since you took that comment on your first paper and decided to make me notice you."

"i didnt decide anything."

"no?" he reaches out and touches your face gently, just his thumb brushing against your cheek, and you stop breathing. "you planned this y/n, you planned your teasing outfit and your question and the way you would stand just close enough that i could smell your sweet perfume. you are too organized for accidents. so tell me. what is the plan you have set up? what do you want from me?"

you look up at him and you see it, the way his hand is shaking where it hovers near your face. he is not as controlled as he pretends. he never has been.

"i want you to stop being my professor," you say. "just for an hour, please. i want to see what happens when you are not grading papers and setting up strict rules."

"and then what?"

"and then i want you to ruin me," you whisper. "i want you to mess up my perfect attendance and my perfect grades and my planning. i want you to make me forget about it all."

beomgyus hand closes around your jaw. his grip is firm, possessive, nothing like the polite personality he maintains in class. "you’re driving me crazy," he says. "do you understand that? i’m only your professor. this is my office and if anyone found out i would lose my job. you would be in quite a lot of trouble, this is not some fantasy where there are no harsh consequences."

"i know," you say. "thats why i want to make this quick."

his eyes flash. he kisses you.

it’s not gentle and it’s not careful. it’s complete biting and tongue while his hand is pulling on your hair, making your head go back to give him better access. you make a noise against his mouth and he swallows it, pressing your back against his desk until you are sitting on the edge and he is standing between your legs. his other hand goes to your waist and pulls you closer and you can feel how hard he is through his pants.

"you planned this," he says against your lips.

"as always," you gasp.

"then plan to be quiet for me," he says. "because i’m going to fuck you on this desk and you are not going to make a single sound. can you do that? can my best student follow simple directions?"

"yes," you breathe. "yes, professor choi."

he groans at the title and the way you speak. his hands go to your blouse and he starts unbuttoning it with fast movements, but he pauses when he gets to the third button. there is a hard knock at the door.

you freeze. beomgyu goes still, his hand on your chest, while he covers your mouth with his free hand.

"professor choi?" a voice calls. it is another student, you recognize her voice from the second row. she is in your section. "are you there? i have a question about the assignment."

beomgyu looks at you. his eyes are dark, completely unlike the controlled man who teaches your class. he should tell her to come back. he should push you away. he should do a dozen things that make obvious sense.

instead he says, "one moment," and his voice is steady, and professional. he looks down at you and raises an eyebrow. "under the desk," he mouths.

your heart stops. then it starts racing so fast you feel terribly dizzy.

you slide off the desk and onto your knees. he guides you with a hand on your shoulder, pushing you gently until you are crawling under his desk, hidden in the shadowed space between the front of his legs. it’s tight and dark and you can hear and see him settling back into his chair, the wheels creaking slightly.

"come in," he says.

the door opens. you can see your classmates feet from your position under the desk, her white sneakers and the hem of her jeans. she walks in and sits in the chair you were just occupying earlier before things between you and professor choi got crazy

"im sorry to bother you," she says. "i know office hours are almost over."

"it is no bother," beomgyu says. his voice is calm, patient, exactly the way he sounds in class. "what is your question?"

"its about the citation format. for the paper."

you almost laugh. you would, if your heart was not beating so loud to where you are sure she can hear it. she is asking about the exact thing you asked about. the thing that started all of this.

"the paper is very specific," beomgyu says. you see his hand reach for a pen on the desk above you. "you must include the access date for electronic sources. here, let me show you."

he leans forward to write something and as he does, his other hand finds your head under the desk. his fingers messing through your hair then tightens, guiding you forward until you are pressed against his legs. you understand exactly what he wants.

your hands go to his belt. your fingers are shaking but you manage to unbuckle it quietly. he is still talking your classmate, his voice steady and perfect as if nothing was happening.

you pull his cock out of his underwear and he is hard and so heavy in your hand. you hear his breath hitch slightly but he covers it with a cough.

"are you alright, professor?" the other student asks.

"just a cold," he says. "continue. what else is confusing you?"

you lean forward and take him into your mouth.

he tastes exactly like how you imagined. you have to work carefully in such a small space, your head bumping against the underside of the desk, your knees aching on the hard wooden floor, but you have never done anything this crazy in your life and you can’t back down now.

you swirl your tongue softly around the head and slide down as far as you can. his hand in your hair tightens, pulling slightly, and you feel him twitch in your mouth.

"so for the quote," he says, and his voice is still mostly steady but there is a roughness underneath now, a tension, "you would format it like this."

he writes something on the paper he is showing her. his hips shift, pushing up slightly into your mouth, and you take him deeper. you can feel him throbbing against your tongue and it makes you soaking wet, the knowledge that you are doing this, that you are under his desk sucking him off while he tutors another student, that you have reduced this strict, disciplined man to this.

"that makes sense," she says. "thank you so much. i know i ask a lot of questions."

"it is my job to answer them," beomgyu says. his hand is gripping your hair so tight it hurts but you do not stop. you bob your head even faster, using your hand on what can’t fit, and you feel his thighs tense under your palms.

you want him to come. you want him to lose control in his own office with a student sitting just inches away. you want to be the one thing that breaks him.

"is there anything else?" he asks, and his voice is strained now, barely holding on.

"no, thats all. thank you again."

"of course. close the door on your way out."

you hear her stand, then walk to the door. you hear it open and then close and then you hear beomgyu let out a breath that sounds like a prayer.

"you," he says, and his voice is wrecked, "are going to be the death of me."

you pull off long enough to say, "should i stop?"

his hand tightens in your hair. "if you stop i’ll fail you out of spite."

you laugh, the sound vibrating around him, and he groans. then he is pulling you up, out from under the desk, and he is kissing you again, desperate and messy. he lifts you onto his lap as he sits on his chair still and pushes your skirt up around your waist.

"you’re perfect," he says against your mouth. "you’re perfect and impossible to deal with and i have thought about this since the first week of class."

"thought about what?" you ask, breathless.

"thought about fucking you while you sit on my lap in my office while you wear that skirt. thought about ruining your perfect life with extra credit assignments that involve you on your knees.“

he pulls your underwear down your legs, lifting you up a bit on his lap. you gasp. he pushes two fingers inside you without warning and you arch back, knocking over a stack of papers.

he moves his fingers inside you, finding the spot that makes you see absolute stars, and you bite your lip to keep from crying out. you’re already so close, just from thinking about the risk, from the moment under the desk, from his fingers inside you.

"please," you whimper. "please, need you inside me."

"professor choi," he corrects, but he is already unbuttoning his shirt, already lining himself up. "say it properly."

"please professor choi," you beg. "fuck me. please."

he pushes in.

you both moan. he’s huge and hot, filling you completely. he pauses for a moment, breathing hard, his forehead against yours.

"you take it so well," he murmurs. "look at you. my best student. so perfect for me."

"move," you whisper. "please move."

he starts slow, thrusting deep, while he guides your hips on his lap, but it does not stay slow for long. he picks up the pace, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, and the chair starts to creak.

"you wanted your professor to fuck you in his office, hm?"

"yes," you cry out, too loud, and he covers your mouth with his hand.

"quiet," he warns, but he is smiling, that severe expression finally cracked into something fond and desperate. "my perfect princess, you’re going to come for me, arent you? you’re going to come on my cock and take me all in?”

the words send you over the edge. you clench around him, your orgasm rolling through you, and he keeps fucking you through it, chasing his own release. when he comes he buries his face in your neck, biting down hard to muffle the sound, filling up inside you with your name on his lips.

you stay like that for a long moment, his face buried in your neck while your head rests on his shoulder on his ruined chair, breathing hard. his hand is still over your mouth slight and he moves it now, gently, brushing your hair back from your face.

"your paper," he says, "is getting an a."

you laugh, breathless, "youre ridiculous."

"im all yours," he says, it sounds like a promise. beomgyu grins, that pleased smile that you have only seen in your dreams until now. "my office is always open at all times for my top student."

"your only student," you correct.

"my only student," he agrees, and kisses you until there is only him and the way he tastes.

[bamyeong]

professor beomgyu x top student reader please!

i love this ^//^ ill work on it tonight and possibly finish by saturday morning !

[saccharinezennie]

don't think they know .ᐟ.ᐟ c.bg

secret.bf!beomgyu x colleague.gf!reader .ᐟ headcanons

warnings: SMUT! p in v, dom!beomgyu x sub!reader, office sex (duh!), takes place interchangeably between their offices, rough sex (i think), unprotected sex (don't!), he has a slight pain kink, creampie, mentions of fingering & squirting, teasing, sexting, mentions of getting married, dirty talk, jealousy, possessiveness, sexism in the workplace, beomgyu is down bad, attempted fluff at the end

scznote: these were supposed to purely be headcanons then it became a bit of a drabble >< woops (1.2k words) may contain errors!

based on this ask i received from an anon a while ago! majority of this became filth, ah! hope you like it anonie! x

secretbf!beomgyu who is the secretary of your company’s ceo. he's sharp, quick on his feet and carries an effortless authority that makes entire departments bend to his command, under the instruction of his superior, of course. most people in office are just as intimidated by him as they are your boss – considering he ranks far above you within the company's hierarchy

secretbf!beomgyu who first fell head over heels in love with you after watching you fight relentlessly for the women in your marketing department. he had watched you advocate for the recognition and promotions you all deserved. he had watched you demand accountability in a workplace where the men constantly resold your ideas as their own and god, beomgyu had admired the way you had refused to shrink yourself to keep the peace

secretbf!beomgyu who had quietly raised your department’s concerns to the appropriate executives, having made sure the issue would no longer be ignored

secretbf!beomgyu who believed in you when your male colleagues dismissed you and your own female coworkers chose to be passive

secretbf!beomgyu who, when promotion season arrived, had made sure that your name was finally attached to the work you had been carrying all along – putting in a good word for you with the chief executive at the official board meeting – his heart having soared when the other executives and shareholders had agreed at the mention of your name, securing your promotion

secretbf!beomgyu who had kept in touch with you even after you'd earned your promotion. lunch together had turned into dinner and dinner had eventually turned into late nights and hushed confessions at his place – and the rest is history

secretbf!beomgyu who does a brilliant job at keeping your relationship under wraps – or so he thinks

— aside from the countless bouquets of your favourite flowers sent right to your office under the guise of an anonymous secret admirer, along with your usual order of coffee every single morning, secretbf!beomgyu is terrible at hiding that he's hopelessly in love with you, his gaze alone giving him away

— and if your boss notices, he doesn't say anything, simply shooting you and beomgyu amused looks

secretbf!beomgyu who fails to control the way his eyes soften and his grin widens whenever you enter the room or the way the executives exchange knowing glances every time he personally volunteers to “review” marketing reports that only happen to come from your division

secretbf!beomgyu sends you risky texts during meetings with your marketing department, just to see your cheeks flush a deep pink while he looks ahead, putting on an innocent act as he adjusts his glasses – the casual "you look extra good today. sit on my face?" making you short-circuit

secretbf!beomgyu who can't keep his hands off of you, lord

secretbf!beomgyu who sneaks you into his office for a steamy makeout session, like routine, every single day at lunch or especially after said meetings, even more so when you're working together on overtime. he just can't help himself

secretbf!beomgyu who, against your better judgement, almost always turns your makeout sessions into quickies – locking his office door the second you step over that threshold

— and who are you to say no when your handsome, tall, charmer of a boyfriend backs you against the nearest wall or desk, or seats himself in his leather chair, pulling you right into his lap

"have i ever told you how sexy you look when you're pitching all your ideas to the board? sitting through those meetings gets a lot harder when you’re the one presenting"

— you give in every time, weak when his hands grip at your stockings, when he ruts his hard-on against the already soaking fabric of your panties, lips and teeth licking, sucking, biting at the skin of your neck

secretbf!beomgyu who only tuts when you whine, "beomgyu, not here—" , shutting you up with a hungry kiss. your moans are all swallowed greedily by his mouth, bringing every protest to a halt. "shh, sit back for me" , he commands in that tone that sends shivers down your spine and you obey him within seconds

secretbf!beomgyu who loves that you're barely able to keep quiet as he takes you rough, the desk – or whatever surface he's got you against – shaking and squeaking vigorously beneath you

secretbf!beomgyu who mocks you for every slip of your mouth, for every needy whine and sobby whimper that accidentally tumbles from your lips

secretbf!beomgyu who stuffs his tie in your mouth, biting back grunts and moans when your hands pull and tug at his hair – hard

secretbf!beomgyu who can actually keep it down, save for the breathy, gruff sighs that manage to escape him and the occasional hisses through his teeth when your cunt squeezes around him

secretbf!beomgyu who has to fight the urge to land a loud smack against your ass when he has you bent over, gripping at the flesh like an absolute beast

secretbf!beomgyu who rams even harder into you when one of your male colleagues, specifically hueningkai from the IT & tech department calls and knocks at the door of your office – reveling in the way your eyes widen and you clamp a hand over your mouth

oh, how secretbf!beomgyu despises the sweet smiles and texts hueningkai leaves for you on your desktop whenever he's fixed a bug on your workstation. he's greatly annoyed that the blonde even thinks he has a chance

secretbf!beomgyu who grits things out like, "should put a ring on your finger so everyone knows you're mine" , "look at you, all fucked out on my cock. he could never fuck you like this" , "pretty head full of marketing plans runs empty when you're full of me, yeah?" and "what would the board say if they saw you now, hm?"

secretbf!beomgyu knows all your sweet spots, relentlessly working his thick, heavy length against them, rendering you brainless, his name right on the tip of your tongue when he gets you to cum, spasming wildly around him

secretbf!beomgyu cums inside of you, claiming you – tempted to fuck his release back into you with every rhythmic pulse of your cunt

secretbf!beomgyu who loves watching his cum dribble out of you when he pulls out, keeping wipes in your cabinets to clean it all up

secretbf!beomgyu who's always holding back from sliding two long fingers up your slit and into your pussy, solely to push his cum back into you – tempted to work you until you finish and squirt it all out, ruining his pristine suit. no, he always reminds himself, he'll just have to save that for when the two of you are at home

secretbf!beomgyu who only chuckles when you gawk at the mess that is your desk, grinning smugly as you scramble about to tidy up, the slightest limp in your step

secretbf!beomgyu who unknowingly confirms every dating rumor when he steps out of your office without his–

"glasses! i forgot my glasses in your office!"

devil. he just came back for seconds after spotting hueningkai in the hallway, his sly smirk betraying his true intentions – and you pray, just like every other day, that the two of you are able to finish before the time ticks for lunch to be over – even if you know beomgyu's going to continue what he started the second the two of you get home

how can you resist? you just hope no one in office catches on – after all, you don't think they know

.ᐟ.ᐟ extra .ᐟ.ᐟ

bf!beomgyu who fucks you as hard, loud and long as he's been craving to at home. he holds nothing back when it's just the two of you – all the pent up, suppressed desire searing to the surface

bf!beomgyu who, when you're all cleaned up and your eyes become droopy, kisses you goodnight sweetly – whispering affirmations of adoration and devotion to you, the deep timbre of his voice lulling you to sleep

bf!beomgyu who falls asleep with a smile on his face, subconsciously matching the one on yours – dreaming about finally putting the ring he's kept hidden, on your finger

scz note: i had to make it fluffy at the end! ah! hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it! don't be shy to comment or reblog! <3

to the sweet anon who shared their idea with me, i hope i did your ask justice! x

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[beomtle]

can you imagine gyu using his dialect while fucking? because his voice gets muchhhh deep that it already is

beomgyu knows exactly what his deep voice does to you, the way it melts straight between your thighs before his hands even touch you.

and when he gets close— his words start slipping into satoori, thick on his tongue because his brain can’t hold onto anything else anymore except you. never mind that you barely understand him; you can’t comprehend a single thing anyway with him buried so deep inside you.

all you know is the sound of his voice, low and rough in your ear, asking you something in that dialect, and you nod yes every single time. when you finally open your eyes, he’s already staring:

“do you know what you just agreed to?”

trans: hey, don’t zoom in!

i’m a sucker for his deep voice anonnie, i get you ufhhfhh i had to find the right video :p the satoori and eyebrow meal in this..

[bluntspace]

(❤︎) ── ASIMPLEMAN

soobin 𝒙 fem!reader 18+ MDNI

‹𝟹 femsub! reader, soft dom!soobin, older! soobin

warnings. legal age gap, degradation, praise, swearing, unprotected sex (don’t do it!), fingering, probably more but im lazy

a/n: “Shades Of Cool” by Lana Del Rey inspired this small fic (?). Feel free to request fics! it’d help me get out my slump :). Enjoy.

older!soobin a gentle, mature, and lonely man. he didn’t care much for relationships of any sorts. they were messy and tiring. yet he made a small exception for you… or did he?

older!soobin in between your thighs, just eating you out. his tongue softly gliding through your folds. two gentle fingers pumping in and out. “mmhg - binnie please! just put it in!” you moan, your fingers tangling in between his hair. “don’t be a needy girl, you know i wouldn’t want to hurt you.” he’d softly speak against your thigh. the vibration of his voice down there was just enough to make you release your juices all over his face. “so tasty baby, give me one more. i promise to stuff you full after. think you can do it honey?”

older!soobin who makes you sit down on his cock, knowing it’s too much for you. he loves seeing your face as you struggle to take all of him in. “atta girl, you can do it. make me proud.” he said softly with a smile as he fondled your right breast, his other hand sitting on your waist.

older!soobin who didn’t last much in this position before he took over. laying you back down and plunging into you gently. “so proud of you honey, you took it all this time.” he’d puckered kisses all over your jaw and chest. his thrusts slowly became more consistent and sharp. the tip of his cock grazed your cervix here and there, the sensation being almost electric. a sensation that always scared you and soobin loved it. he loved seeing the fear in your eyes. “how stupid.” he thought. “t-too deep binnie! please i’ll really—” before you could finish he cut you off. “shh, don’t be so stupid just be quiet.” the way he said it was so condescending, yes it hurt, but of course you didn’t care.

older!soobin who fucked you like you actually meant something to him. he went above and beyond to make you feel all sorts of pleasure you’d never have imagined. he especially loved pressing down on your tummy bulge. “you’re so full. of me.” his quiet groans in sync with your small moans and whines.

older!soobin who dragged out his thrusts to make you feel it extra, your loud incoherent voice filled the room as you came. a white ring forming around his cock as he thrusted in and out of you. “i’ll paint your pretty tummy tonight.” he pulled out, releasing thick ropes all over your stomach, some of it even getting on your chest. you could’ve help but smile. everything felt so euphoric and beautiful. he felt it too right?

“i love you soobin.”

“don’t be such a dumb girl.” he softly spoke before kissing your forehead.

older!soobin who disappeared just like he came. out of nowhere. he taught you so much and the most important thing; you could never break through his cool and lonely world. his heart would never be available. not to you, anyway.

[aweinkai]

complying to a request <3 and also bcs i want to experience how this translating-my-own-work shit works... here... now, i give you everyone's infamous toxic ex: beomgyu !!!

warnings: toxicex!gyu + fem!reader. drunk!gyu. bigdick!gyu. dubious consent. oral (f. rec). nipple play. pet names (baby). dirty talk. piv sex. unprotected sex (for the nth time, no). begging. cervix kissing. themes of cheating (only an assumption!).

1:59 AM.

It was the time in your clock when you heard a sudden loud bang from your dorm's door. You nearly thought it was for your dormmate, but she had already left the shared space before rush hour strikes. The harsh knocks subside for a while, but it came back sooner than you expected—now with a soft whisper from someone who is strikingly familiar.

"Baby... Open the door for me, please..."

Says the person from the other side. A heavy sigh immediately left your lips when you finally confirmed who it was. It's him again. Your one and only ex, Beomgyu, who can not live without an alcohol in his system. And, for the worst of all, can not leave you all alone, too.

You internally decided to let him be, to just get back to whatever you were reviewing before he decided to bother you for the nth time, but a sudden thud caught your attention. With worry bubbling on your chest, you opened the door for him—who is now with flustered cheeks due to alcohol and doe eyes gazing at your body that is covered by his oversized sweater. As if you are flaunting that you miss him, too, even if he looks like a dumbass all curled up in the side of your doorway.

"Just go home, Gyu," You muttered quietly, minding the sleeping neighbors you might disturb. "You won't get anything from me." His black orbs are now pleading the moment you push him away, again.

"Why are you still calling me Gyu?" He retorted without any doubt. Refusing to back down, he shakily stood up from the ground. "Don't you love me anymore? Are you seeing someone else?"

You gently looked at him, unable to answer his question even if you knew what the exact words were to tell him. But Beomgyu? He wholly believes in silence means yes. So, he initiated. Moving a step closer with his eyes earnestly begging for the truth.

"You don't want me anymore?" Beomgyu urged, fear evident in his broken voice. He tried to read your figure. Heavy breathes noticeable in your chest the moment he steps in your space. Eyes is unable to look at him directly. Of course, he knows what those mean. He had you memorized ever since. And, he never forgets.

"Why can't you shove me away?" You made a sharp inhale when you felt his arms circled around your figure, pulling you into his body. The rusty smell of whiskey apparent in his breath, one of his favorites. Heat crawled up in your neck due to the unmeasurable proximity between you two, one palm in his chest just to at least keep a tiny amount of distance.

Yet, his hand wrapped itself to yours. With a last longing look with no protest, his lips found yours, briskly moving out of impatience. You softly moan at his eagerness, tongue forcing itself between the plush gap of your lips until he finally shared to you the bitter taste of the whiskey he had been drinking.

Beomgyu slowly waltz your bodies inside your room, closing the door with his hip. Your hazy mind caught the loud knack of the closed door, now able to bring yourself back to reality that this is wrong; everything involving him is unjust. Thus, you gather up the last inch of your self-control just to separate him from you.

"Leave." You ordered sternly. But, his figure blocks the way out, an annoying smirk tugging in his lips. "Why? You don't like my kisses anymore, baby? You used to love them." He playfully asked, "Does your new boyfriend kiss you better?"

You scoffed at his words, unable to logically comprehend what he is implying. Realizing that he is just drunk, you decided to force him out of your doorway to finally throw him far away in your sight. But, with your grip in his arms, he effortlessly pulled you, your face now planted in his chest. His warmth enveloped you once more, caging you in his body near him.

"Is he better than me?" Beomgyu whispered on your ear, making your guts shiver. "Can he eat you for hours until your cute little cunnie goes numb, hm?" Another moan left you, feeling his wet tongue glaze within the smooth skin of your earlobe.

"And, you are also wearing my favorite sweater," Beomgyu snickered, his fingers now toying the hem of the fabric you are wearing. "Won't you admit that you miss me, too, baby?" He added, his hand now inside your inner thighs, traveling upwards until he reached your wet panties, now caressing it carelessly.

You haven't formed a reply, unable to say no when he kissed you again, torridly swaying his dry one into yours. This went on until he brought you into your bed, the sweater long gone before you even reached the room. Now, his face is buried in between your legs, proving his point by worshiping your soppy pussy all ready for him.

The noise coming from your throat became louder, grasping in the pillow beneath your head every time the tip of his tongue played with your needy hole. "Gyu... Holy shit, don't stop—" You choked up a moan when he laughed with his mouth on your pussy lips, bringing his stare to your uncomposed state just to piss you off. "I thought you want me to leave?"

Shaking your head into his question, you bit your lip in pleasure, shutting your legs closer just to prevent him from leaving. Another wave of sensual feeling hit you when his tongue swiped through your slit, moving in one satisfying direction. With Beomgyu's remaining strength, he brought himself back up to face your fucked-up feature. Sticky translucent essence clinging in his lips down to his chin.

Beomgyu gave you a peck before he went down to the parts of your neck, making his way further to your breast. You felt his tip enter your hole at the same time his teeth bit one of your nipples. Shouting his name was unhelpful, as the pain of his thick cock stretching your walls mixed with burning pleasure. It was never easy to fit him in one go, your whole body having goosebumps by just how his veins graze inside you.

"I am still better in dicking you down, no?" He taunts whilst his face is pressed on the middle of you chest, "My cock is bigger than him. I am the only one who can stuff you full like this, right, baby?" His words goes past beyond your ears, unable to think—not when you can feel his cockhead knocking in your cervix.

Your weak hands moved on their own, going to his sweaty back just to grasp him. Beomgyu smiled at your attempt before snapping his hips harder—enough for his tip peek below your abdomen, reaching deeper parts of your tight cavern.

"You also wanted this, baby," He reminds you, thursting at a much faster pace than before, palms now massaging your tits with ease. "I know how you miss my cock inside this hole, i can't barely move by how your cunnie is hugging me," Beomgyu continued, causing your toes to curl.

Drowned in pleasure, you dumbfoundedly nod at his words. Your nails digging on his pale skin just to cope on the delicious feeling he is giving to your core. Every second, his movement goes a bit hastier, the slapping sound of your flesh echoing in the air. Your room that is once cool and clean now smells stale and feels heavy with a thick humid of sex. More so, you are now chasing his hips in your own accords. Because whether you deny it, Beomgyu is right.

You love how he fucks you, and the cock of your irresistible ex is impossible to compare with other by how good it makes you feel.

[yawnzbf]

꩜ tipsy soobin

drunk, lovesick soobin after the shoot wrap up, being picked up by his partner <3

the tipsy live altered my brain chemistry fr plspslspls read it!! #drabble

the bass was low and humming quietly in the background, soju bottles nearly empty, the table consisted empty plates and bottles, and after the wrap up of their shoot, soobin had become a problem.

not a loud problem, perse, not a messy one either. he was a giggly, boneless, mushy blushing mess of a problem— curled into the corner of the both with his cheeks smooshed against the faux leather.

“nooo,” soobin whined, drawing the word as yeonjun clicked another photo across the table. “don’t send that.”

but it was simply too late.

beomgyu was ready, with phone in one hand, eyes lit with mischief as he snapped yet another picture of soobin, and sent directly to his ‘beloved’s’ number.

“hyung you’re so down bad,” kai giggled, his own face flushed a pretty pink. he flopped forward, chin landing on soobin’s shoulder. “you have been chanting yn’s name for an hour now.”

“have not,” soobin mumbled into his palms, which had migrated to cover the entirety of his pretty face. but his ears— the tips of them, burned crimson, and the flush has crept down his neck, disappearing beneath the collar of his tank. his chest felt tight in the best, worst way. everytime someone said yn, his heart would do a little flip.

yn. yn. yn.

“you literally just said it three times in a row,” taehyun deadpanned, swirling the last of his drink. he was the most functional of the five, which meant he was only mostly drunk. soobin keened, hiding deeper into himself.

as he fished out his own phone, fumbling with the lock, struggling to unlock it under the table.

he didn’t realize he’d started chanting you name out loud again until beomgyu doubled over mid laugh.

“there he goes. ‘yn. yn. where are they? wheres my yn..’”

twenty minutes later, you pushed open the restaurant’s door, the chime signalling your very presence in the room.

the scene was exactly as chaotic as described. beomgyu and hyuka were arm-wrestling (badly), taehyun was sipping water like a disappointed father, and yeonjun was attempting to put a paper crown on soobin’s head.

but soobin—

soobin was slumped sideways in his chair, head tilted back, eyes half-closed. his cheeks were flushed all the way down to his collarbones. his lips were slightly parted, and his fingers were loosely curled around an empty glass.

“soobin,” yn said softly, stepping close.

the effect was immediate.

his eyes flew open. blinked once. twice. then his entire face lit up—a smile so wide, so radiant, so painfully genuine that his cheeks must have hurt. he looked like he’d just seen the sun after a long winter.

“yn,” he breathed, voice cracking.

before you could say another word, soobin lunged forward and buried his face into your stomach, arms wrapping around your waist like a koala. he was warm, so warm, and he smelled like soju and vanilla and home.

“you came,” he mumbled into your knitted sweater. “you came.”

yn laughed softly, threading fingers through his dark hair. “of course i came. you texted me, didn’t you? you ruined my nightly routine”

“deserved,” soobin said, voice thick. “missed you. missed you so much it hurt here.” he pulled back just enough to press his palm flat against his own chest, right over his heart. “it was beating your name. thump-thump-yn-thump-thump.”

behind him, yeonjun mouthed oh my god to the rest of the table.

you cupped soobin’s face in both hands, thumbs brushing his burning cheekbones. “you’re so drunk, baby.”

“mm,” soobin agreed, leaning into your touch like a cat starved of affection. “drunk on you.” he giggled at his own stupid line, then grew serious. “no, wait. that was bad. but i mean it. i mean everything. i love—mmf.”

you gently pressed a thumb to his lips before he could confess to the entire restaurant. “is that so?” you murmured, playing along, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

“mhm. And your hands are so soft. Like clouds. Clouds that love me.” He turned his head, pressing a clumsy kiss to the center of your palm. then he grew serious as he struggled to stand on his own two legs. “i missed you. three hundred. no. a thousand hundred.”

he started leaning in, eyes fluttering shut, lips puckering for more than just your palm—aiming for your lips but landing somewhere near the corner of your jaw. before he could try again, a chorus of protests erupted.

you laughed, pressing one firm kiss to soobin’s forehead (he whined at the loss of your lips), then looped an arm around his waist. “c’mon, soobin-ah. time to go.”

“‘m not tired,” he mumbled, even as his head dropped to your shoulder.

“i know, baby. let’s go anyway.”

he went willingly, waving sloppily over his shoulder at the boys. “bye, friends! i love you! not as much as yn. but i love you!”

“we know,” four voices yelled back.

getting soobin home was an adventure.

he stopped to point at three different cats (“yn, look. that’s us. because you’re pretty and i’m fluffy”), tried to convince you to carry him piggyback (“i’m light, yn, i’ve been skipping carbs”), and spent a solid five minutes staring at your shared apartment door because the “color reminded him of your eyes.”

the door was beige.

you loved him so much it made you dizzy.

inside, you guided him through the familiar motions: shoes off, his shirt and tank off as well (he pouted the entire time, cold without it), face wiped with a cool cloth (he leaned into the pressure like a cat), and a large glass of water coaxed down his throat. he threw a small tantrum when you suggested brushing his teeth—“but i’m tired, yn, and you’re being mean”—but gave in the moment you kissed his nose.

by the time you both tumbled into bed, the clock read 1:34 am. you were exhausted, the kind of bone-deep tired that comes from caring for a drunk, giant, adorable boyfriend. soobin, still flushed and loose-limbed, curled into your side like he belonged there (he did), his cheek pressed to your chest.

you ran your fingers through his hair. he sighed, content.

sleep was pulling you under, soft and heavy, when—

soobin sat up.

“soobin,” you groaned, not even opening your eyes. “bedtime.”

but he was already moving, pressing clumsy, open-mouthed kisses to your jaw, your chin, the corner of your mouth, your nose, your eyelids, your forehead—every inch of your face he could reach, each kiss punctuated by a mumbled “love you” or “missed you so much” or simply your name, breathed like a secret.

“soobin,” you tried again, voice thick with exhaustion. your hand found the back of his neck, fingers curling into the soft baby hairs there. “baby. sleep.”

“‘m not done,” he protested, pulling back just enough to look at you with those big, hazy, adoring eyes. his lips were pink and kiss-swollen, his cheeks still that beautiful drunk-flush. “i have to kiss you. it’s important.”

you laughed, soft and sleepy, and gave up.

with a gentle but firm hand, you guided him back down—not to sleep, but just enough. you tilted his chin with your thumb, leaned in, and pressed one last kiss to his lips. chaste. sweet. the kind of kiss that said i’m here, i’ve got you, we have got forever.

then you tucked his head into the crook of your arm, pulled him flush against your chest, and let your other hand resume its slow path through his hair.

“now sleep,” you murmured, already halfway gone.

soobin froze.

his brain—already sluggish, already swimming in you, already short-circuiting from the kiss and the warmth and the way you smelled and the fact that you held him like he was precious—completely crashed.

he blinked once then twice.

his heart, which had been hammering your name all night, finally just... stopped trying to form words.

oh, he thought, very intelligently. 

he didn’t move. didn’t breathe for a solid three seconds. just lay there, cradled against your chest, as you drifted off beneath him like it was nothing, like you hadn’t just rewired his entire nervous system with a single kiss and a hand in his hair.

your breathing evened out.

soobin stayed awake, staring at the soft curve of your jaw, utterly, hopelessly, spectacularly broken—in the best way possible.

“fuck,” he whispered to the dark room, very quietly, very reverently.

and then, because he was still a little drunk and a lot in love, he pressed one more kiss to your collarbone, buried his burning face against your neck, and let your heartbeat sing him to sleep.

[bamyeong]

this new soobin selca ??? tumblr is about to have a field day with this one

[flwrhui]

# dropdead | choi beomgyu

SYN ' it's a fact that your cute next door neighbor is one, annoying (in a good way?) and two, so goddamn lazy. but when he's serious, fuck that stupid mouth of his sure looks pretty damn kissable.

PAIR ' choi beomgyu x f!reader

GNR ' university au, neighbor au, stranger to friends(?) to lovers

CW ' profanities, kissing, denial, dirty jokes lol, jealousy

FTR ' txt, ning2 aespa, sunghoon en-, jake en-

STATUS ' ongoing ( 20 / 05 / 26 - ? )

taglist . @luvexe @en-dream @bamgyooooo @shuumelon @yawnzbf @namin13 @dodohees @flytomyro0m @salalalalami @monosung @hueningsgirl @nainai112 @im-down-for-gyu553 @yutanistic @senxgwha @yawngyuuu @fein4jaeyun @aalyluvz ( open! comment / send an ask to be added )

prfls _ total lock in \ we don't play

one shots -> teaser , #needthat

*GYURADAR . . . play | shuffle

01 . do we get to join or??

02 . first time being a landlord, kinda nervous

03 . i'll give u my firstborn

04 . stalked you on the internet

05 . beat me to it

06 . one way or another

07 . don't let the hoes know

08 . beomgyu, the fine gentleman

tba . . .

notes . hellow first gyu smau i love him sm i might cry??? TO CELEBRATE TXT RENEWING THEIR CONTRACT YIPPIE!! posting the profiles tmrww

©️ flwrhui 2026

[bamyeong]

imagine this being your view while you’re on your knees and he gives you this look? oh domgyu, you will always be loved

[yawngnab]

SEVEN MINUTES 𑣲 CHOI BEOMGYU

( ₊˚⊹ ᰔ ) the last thing you’d expect from choi beomgyu is that he’s into girls too | 5830

smut. enemies to ??? bi!beomgyu. assumed sexuality. seven minutes in heaven. jealousy. reader has a crush on soobin. forced proximity. rivalry. mentions of soogyu (rumors). sexual tension. use of alcohol. fingering. oral (m receiving). hair pulling. slapping. gagging. marking. slight degradation. breast play. power dynamics.

@soohashits @missdel

main masterlist | part two (coming soon)

𖦤 seven minutes in heaven – mindless self indulgence.

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if someone had told you how the night of your enemy’s birthday would end, you probably would’ve avoided going at all costs. but soobin asked you to come.

how could you say no to him?

with a bottle of soju in one hand and his other arm slung around the birthday guy’s shoulders, the dimples in soobin’s cheeks showed up every time a joke slipped from the lips of his personal jester.

choi soobin. medicine. unfairly handsome. stupidly smart. tall. grey hoodies. a latte in his hand every morning. peach soju in his hand every saturday night.

the owner of your wettest dreams and your most romantic fantasies.

“you’re so stupid sometimes.” his laugh is contagious, almost making you join in on the joke if it weren’t for the fact that the punchline is standing right in front of you, getting all the attention you wish was yours.

choi beomgyu. law. class clown. insufferable. loud. attention seeker. soobin’s desperate shadow — or that’s what you used to call him.

you don’t remember exactly when the rivalry started, it feels like it’s always been there. somewhere between secondary school and university.

he was forced out of the closet when his friends caught him kissing some guy called choi yeonjun in the school bathrooms. everyone seemed to care that beomgyu liked boys, but as the years passed it stopped being a surprise.

his features had become more delicate, his shoulder-length hair confusing anyone who didn’t look closely enough. it was easy to mistake him for a girl — slender build, though his height usually gave him away.

even so, he and soobin were inseparable.

and even though the rumours ran through the halls, even though people said they were dating, that soobin was in the closet, that something was going on between them… it was never enough to make you give up.

you’d liked soobin for as long as you could remember.

it was a nightmare that the same boy you used to argue with about anime and video games had grown up to be so attractive. and worse — that other people noticed. like other girls. like beomgyu.

but soobin could barely keep your gaze without blushing, and that gave you an advantage.

though with beomgyu glued to him all the time, it was hard to make any progress.

“want another bottle?” you ask after a while of silence and shared glances, soobin looking down at his bottle before nodding.

you can see it in his eyes — black bags under them, his smile giving away that he’s definitely having fun, that each bottle loosens him up a little more.

“yeah, let’s go to the kitchen.”

but before he can move, beomgyu stops him. he throws you a look. then the hatred melts away, replaced by round, bright, stupid boba eyes as he looks at soobin.

“don’t you think another one would be too much?” voice soft. soobin pauses to think about it. “i don’t think you want to throw up on my birthday, soob.”

you roll your eyes. taehyun, next to you, shoots you a look. a silent abort mission — but you won’t. never if it means losing to him.

“don’t be lame, beomgyu.” you scoff, stepping forward to take soobin’s empty bottle. “bet one more won’t hurt you.”

god, soobin’s smile is worth every damn bit of effort.

the walk to the kitchen is quick. you wish it were slower — that you could share a little more, that you could have a moment alone.

but you come back with two bottles in hand, quiet laughs over random comments, and suddenly none of your friends are where you left them.

until…

“soobin!” the irritating voice calls again. “we’re playing a game.”

both of you turn to the circle that’s formed in the beomgyus room, walking over and joining them.

“truth or dare?” you mock, taking a seat beside taehyun, who’s already left a space for you.

kai, from the other side of the circle, rolls his eyes — as if the question itself offends him. “seven minutes in heaven.” he corrects.

“what? are we sixteen?” you shoot back.

“come on, yn.” you turn to beomgyu, who’s looking at you like this is the final round. the real you vs him. “don’t be lame.”

his spot in the circle is strategic, just like yours. the bottle in the middle could easily land on soobin if he tried hard enough, but your seat has its advantages too.

you look at soobin. at beomgyu. you smile and take a sip from your bottle.

it’s now or never.

taehyun goes first, heading into the closet with a blonde girl. then kai, with a boy. yeonjun goes in with a girl. han with a guy. chaewon with a boy. after that you lose count. when is it your turn? why are they playing out of order? when is it going to land on soobin? when is it going to land on you? when—

“my turn.” beomgyu announces, grabbing the bottle with something close to desperation. almost as fed up as you.

the bottle spins.

and spins.

and spins.

and just when, for a moment, you feel like you’re about to lose to him, the universe, god, or some powerful force, takes pity on you.

because the bottle does point to soobin at first… but then it tilts slightly, just enough to reveal who beomgyu will be going into the closet with.

you.

“no way.” you say when he looks at you, almost as shocked and disgusted as you are.

“c’mon!” yeonjun calls from somewhere in the room. “those are the rules of the game.”

fuck you, yeonjun.

you look away to glance at soobin, who only shrugs, a hint of amusement in his eyes. he’s enjoying this. enjoying the fact that the two people who’ve been competing for his attention have to go through this.

when the closet door closes, you can barely make out beomgyu in front of you. there are clothes hanging between you. though the space is so small you can feel his breath reaching your face.

and the smell of alcohol filling your nostrils.

“god, i can’t believe this.” he mutters, more to himself than to you. more like he’s complaining to fate than actually talking to you.

you sigh. “these are going to be the longest seven minutes of my life.”

a second of silence feels like an eternity, but eventually you see him shift — or at least try to. the closet is way too small for his frame, so he has to lean slightly just to be “comfortable.”

he pushes a few hangers aside with his hand, ending up face to face with you.

“why do you have to make everything so difficult?” he says, almost without any hatred, more like your existence genuinely makes his life harder.

you blink before frowning. “me? you’re the one who spun the bottle.”

he rolls his eyes at your complaint. “no, that’s not what i mean,” his hand travels through the length of his hair before he lets out a sigh. “i mean soobin.”

a chill runs down your spine.

“you’re the one who makes everything difficult,” you shoot back. “if you weren’t glued to him like some desperate bitch, we’d probably already be together.”

the words slip out almost without thinking, probably because of the number of soju bottles you shared with soobin a few hours ago.

beomgyu scoffs. “you’re the desperate bitch,” he raises his brows. “everything was fine between us until you showed up.”

“‘until you showed up?’” your arms cross, your chin lifting just slightly — even though both of you are speaking quietly, like you don’t want the people outside to hear. “i’ve been here just as long as you have, beomgyu.”

“soobin didn’t even look at girls until you started showing up to our hangouts,” he shoots you a look. not a nice one. “it used to be just him and me. god, why do you have to ruin everything?”

you lean your back against the closet door. “you two aren’t dating, just in case you forgot.”

you consider the conversation over. beomgyu does too.

until he speaks again, low, like he’s trying to get under your skin. “attention seeking whore.”

you look at him again, something inside you snapping awake at the comment.

you stare at each other for a few seconds, and beomgyu barely has time to react before your hand slaps his cheek without warning. his face turns red, his expression stunned.

“i don’t know who you think you are to talk to me like that.”

before you can stop him, his hand grabs your wrist tightly. stronger than you thought he could be.

“and you think you have the right to slap me?” his voice drops a decibel. he doesn’t sound like beomgyu anymore — the feminine boy competing for soobin’s attention has gone.

he steps a little closer, your eyes dropping to your wrist. “let go.”

“i don’t want to,” he answers simply, like he has that kind of power. “actually, i won’t.”

with another movement you don’t manage to predict, both of your wrists end up caught in his hands. rough. firm. almost painful. not quite.

you don’t even realise when your arms end up pinned above your head as you watch his jaw tighten.

“shit, let go of me.” you struggle, but beomgyu still has control of the situation. neither of you breaks eye contact, and you can feel he’s so close he could press his body against yours. “it’s not my fault soobin prefers me.”

the grip around your wrists tightens, starting to hurt. you don’t let a whine slip out, though you try to disguise it with a small cough.

“you think you know him?” beomgyu says quietly, low and rough. he leans in, close enough that his breath mixes with yours. “i’ve known him since we were kids—”

“so have i,” you interrupt. “long enough to know you don’t stand a chance.”

beomgyu looks you straight in the eye, shaking his head. you’re getting under his skin.

“you don’t know anything about us,” he says, this time loosening his hold so only one hand keeps your wrists pinned while the other drops to grab you by your hair, right above the nape of your neck. “you’re so pathetic you actually think you’ve got a chance.”

the tug at your hair catches you off guard, a whine slipping from your lips before you pull yourself back together.

he’s so close you could count his eyelashes, or catch the scent of soju on his breath. maybe that’s why whatever softness he usually carries is gone now.

“let go of me,” you demand again. your hands struggle, but all you manage is making his grip tighten and the hold on your hair pull harder. “shit, beomgyu. stop.” you say, a little louder this time.

he loosens his hold on your hair, slightly. but his body is still trapping you against the wood and his hand still has your wrists pinned.

he lets out a heavy sigh. so do you. even though you can barely see inside the dark closet, you can feel his gaze on yours. dark eyes, darker than ever.

you want to believe it’s the lack of light, maybe the strange closeness, the alcohol in your system or whatever else you can blame it on, but for a second you swear his eyes travel down your face. just for a second. then they return to your eyes. then they drop again.

you feel his chest rise with his heavy breaths. yours is probably doing the same.

but before you can even begin to wonder what’s happening, three knocks on the door make you both pull apart.

“we decided to let you out early,” kai says, amused. “we don’t want you killing each other.”

beomgyu is the first to come out, almost brusquely. heavy steps, unusual for him. then you follow, returning to your spot next to taehyun.

“everything alright?” taehyun asks, noticing you’re looking anywhere but at beomgyu, or soobin.

you shrug. “the worst minutes of my life.” you joke lightly, turning to him and earning a smile in return.

your fingers brush over your wrists unconsciously, not because they hurt, but because something of beomgyu was left marked on them. you can’t explain it.

the game continues. you feel soobin’s gaze on you a couple of times, as if he’s waiting for you to look back at him like you always do, but the truth is you’re distracted enough not to.

you hear the bottle spinning, people laughing, talking. taehyun’s voice sounds distant even though you try to pay attention to what happened between him and the blonde inside the closet.

you lift your gaze, glance at soobin for a split second—he’s looking at beomgyu. not like he usually does, but confused. his brow slightly furrowed.

you turn your head to follow his gaze, and that’s when you run into beomgyu’s steady stare on you. you hold it for a second, maybe less, like there’s something unspoken there. something uncomfortable.

then you both look away. why? you don’t know. it feels like embarrassment, or worse, though you’re not entirely sure why it feels that way.

“yn,” taehyun’s voice pulls you back. you blink and look at him. “your turn.”

your stomach twists, because it’s finally your turn and you’re not entirely sure what you want to happen. you pray it lands on soobin — that’s what you’ve been waiting for all night, probably your whole life — but another part of you feels a faint dread at the thought of it landing on someone else. though you’re not sure dread is the right word.

the bottle spins, spins, spins so much you curse your anxiety. your hands feel sweatier than usual, your thumb brushing over your left wrist as you watch it spin. until it stops.

kai’s mocking laugh is enough for you to know who it landed on without even looking. taehyun curses quietly beside you. you don’t even glance at soobin. you just sigh, stand up, and head for the closet…

waiting for beomgyu to follow.

when the door closes, your eyes stay on the wooden panels. the darkness doesn’t let you look for anything that isn’t there — it’s just a closet, with a few clothes hanging, with choi beomgyu on the other side. nothing else.

“do they hurt?”

his voice makes you lift your gaze, even if you can barely make out his face in the dark.

“huh?”

you hear a quiet scoff from him. “your wrists. you haven’t stopped touching them since we got out.”

“they don’t hurt.” you say stiffly, almost coldly. almost like you don’t want to remember it.

“i didn’t mean to be that rough,” he says, almost sounding apologetic. even so, his tone is still rough. “i think your slap caught me off guard.”

“that’s a very strange way of asking for my forgiveness.”

he lets out a low laugh. “ask for your forgiveness?”

you turn to look at him. “it’s the bare minimum after you pulled my hair.”

there’s a silence between you until you see a couple of hangers shift and beomgyu moving a little closer.

“do you want me to apologise?” his smile is almost mocking. you hate that.

“fuck you.” you look away.

he leans a little closer, this time bringing his hand up to turn your face towards him.

“don’t touch me.” you try to pull his hand away from your jaw, but once again he makes the same movement that leaves your wrists trapped under the control of one of his hands. “beomgyu, just—”

“shut up, yn.” he presses your wrists against the wood of the closet, above your head. you look at him for a few seconds until he speaks again. “how long have we been doing this?”

the question hangs in the air, making you think.

“longer than i can remember.” you answer firmly, as if you want to ignore the fact that you’re, once again, pinned under his grip.

“so long it almost feels unfair,” he says, testing. you can hear it in his tone. “what’s the most you’ve ever managed to get out of him?”

“what about you?” you shoot back, but he only chuckles, shaking his head.

“no, i’m asking seriously.” he says, tightening his hold around your wrists. “because neither of us has managed anything.”

his gaze drops to your lips again, and you tense. he can feel the way you tense beneath his touch.

“yn, it’s my birthday.” he says, looking back into your eyes. “and i don’t want to spend another fucking year competing for the attention of someone who does nothing for me, or for you.”

you swallow, because in a way you know he’s right. soobin’s hints have never been clear.

“can you… please stop doing that?” you mutter, as if you were disgusted. you’d love to be. you should be. but you’re not.

“doing what?” he says, not looking away.

you’ve always heard the same story about beomgyu — that he’s gay. that he likes soobin. that he looks like a girl.

this isn’t the beomgyu you think you know.

and that terrifies you.

“this.” you murmur, almost firm. almost. “looking at me like you’re about to…”

his smile grows when you refuse to say it. “like i’m about to…? come on, what do you think i’m going to do?”

you roll your eyes. he laughs.

“you think i’m going to kiss you?” he mocks, looking back into your eyes. “how drunk do you think i am?”

“drunk enough.” you answer, knowing you’ve both probably had the same amount to drink. “but it wouldn’t make sense for you to if you’re gay.”

beomgyu scoffs once again, looking at your lips and then your eyes. “i’m not gay,” he says, amused. “i’m bi.”

“sure you are,” you reply with sarcasm. because it’s impossible. because you’ve been competing for so many years that the mere possibility that beomgyu isn’t gay is ridiculous.

or that’s what you think until his other hand closes around your neck and pulls you towards him, crashing his lips against yours.

and you should pull away, hit him, maybe even bite him to make him stop… but you don’t.

maybe it’s the alcohol. maybe the closeness. maybe because his lips kiss you like he needs you. or maybe because… yes, you’re tired of waiting for soobin to make up his mind too.

his lips are soft, which doesn’t match the brutality with which he kisses you. he moves with a kind of desperation, while soft groans slip from his throat and crash against your mouth.

like a mess of urgency and want tangled together.

you’re not much better.

giving in to the kiss far too easily, your tongue finds his, tasting and savouring him so much that the small sounds of pleasure you make are swallowed by his mouth pressed to yours.

the grip on your neck is firm, like he refuses to let you pull away even though you don’t plan to. not until you have to. not until the lack of air forces you.

you look at each other. breaths slightly uneven. swollen lips. a darkness mixed with shine in both your eyes. you want to try to understand what’s happening, but honestly, you don’t care anymore.

this time you’re the one who leans in first, asking for more, wanting to feel his lips again—and he doesn’t hesitate to give you exactly what you want.

he bites your bottom lip halfway through, his tongue against yours feeling almost like a competition, and now his body is completely pressed against yours.

you hate admitting that this feels better than you could have imagined. your whole body betrays you, even if he doesn’t notice. you can feel your panties starting to feel uncomfortable, damp. and for a moment you curse yourself for deciding not to wear a bra under the top you have on, because now your nipples are hard and brushing softly against his chest.

and he notices.

the hand on your neck changes direction, sliding down to your chest. his palm brushes over the sensitivity of your nipples, making you shiver. he smiles against your lips, enjoying how sensitive you are.

at first his hand just squeezes, but when he sees you’re not stopping him he takes it as a green light.

his thumb and index finger find the swell of your nipple through the fabric of your crop top, and when he starts massaging it you completely lose whatever self control you had left.

you moan against his lips, which only makes him smile before attacking your mouth again with even more hunger.

the grip on your wrists pinned above your head makes your body feel halfway helpless, which only makes his touch feel even better.

“leave them above your head.” he murmurs against your lips when he releases your wrists and trails his kisses down your jaw until he reaches your neck.

you obey because you have no intention of stopping this. not when it feels this good.

so your hands stay above your head, and your neck tilts to the side to give him enough space.

beomgyu doesn’t take long to find the exact spot that makes you shiver, a gasp slips from your lips the moment he does, while his other hand moves to your other nipple to massage it the same way.

you can feel yourself getting wetter from what he’s doing, and it embarrasses you to realise he has this kind of power over you when you’re supposed to have hated him for as long as you can remember.

his teeth find a spot that makes you moan loudly, which only makes him laugh. he leans back slightly and looks at you, almost mockingly.

“you’re so loud.”

“shut up.”

his gaze drops to your hard nipples, clearly outlined through your crop top, before lifting back to your face. his right thumb traces slow circles that make your body twitch slightly, while you bite your lip to keep quiet.

his left hand plays with the hem of your top. “can i?”

you don’t hesitate to nod.

when part of your chest is finally exposed, he leans down to give you the attention you need. his tongue teases your nipple, making your whole body tense, while his other hand keeps playing with the other one.

it feels so good you close your eyes, letting your head fall back against the closet as a soft moan slips out before you can stop it. your hands come down involuntarily, one of them tangling your fingers into beomgyu’s hair.

you don’t know how much time has passed. beomgyu doesn’t either, and that’s exactly why he doesn’t want to waste a single minute.

while his teeth give soft bites that make you shiver, his hand slides down until it reaches your skirt. his fingers toy with the hem, silently asking for permission, and the fact that all you do is moan is more than enough for him to understand he can keep going.

his warm palm strokes your thigh beneath the fabric of your skirt. a sound of satisfaction slips from his lips and brushes against your skin, never once stopping the way his tongue keeps making you tremble against your sensitive nipple.

when his hand moves higher along the inside of your thigh and his knuckles brush your panties, your eyes snap open.

“wait.”

his hand stops. so does his mouth, pulling away from you so he can look at you properly.

“want me to stop?”

you curse under your breath. because as much as you might want to pretend otherwise, no—you don’t want him to stop.

you shake your head, and a smile forms on his lips again, this time as he rises to press you back against his body.

you feel his fingers brush softly over the fabric separating him from your most intimate spot.

a deep breath leaves his nose, warm against your skin.

“you’re so wet.” he murmurs, somewhere between aroused and amused.

“shut up.” you reply— but you’re shocked when he slaps you out of nowhere.

“tell me to shut up again and i won’t be responsible for what happens.”

you nod, because honestly the slap doesn’t scare you… it just makes you wetter.

his fingers push your panties aside carefully, his eyes fixed on you, watching every single one of your reactions. they get slick with your fluids, but he uses that to his advantage as he traces slow circles over your clit.

your brows draw together as soft moans slip from your lips, only to be cut off when he kisses you again—this time harder.

you can barely return the kiss without losing yourself completely from how good he is with his fingers. he knows exactly how to move them to make your legs tremble, and that only encourages him to keep going.

his other hand goes back to one of your breasts, tracing slow circles.

when two of his fingers slide inside you, you moan loudly against his mouth. he laughs softly.

“do you want everyone out there to hear how i’m making you feel?”

you swallow, but you can’t answer because the precise movement of his fingers pushes you toward the edge much faster than you expect.

“shit— b-beomgyu—”

“look at you,” he murmurs, this time leaning closer to whisper against your ear. your skin prickles. he’s so dangerously close that your whole body tenses. “who would’ve thought we’d get along this well if i just pressed the right buttons?”

you can’t answer, you only arch your back when his fingers pick up speed, whimpering a little louder.

“just—just like that, please.”

beomgyu moves back to your neck, sucking at your skin to leave marks you won’t know how to explain when you walk out of the closet. you don’t want to think about how long you’ve been in here, though you can’t think about anything except his fingers driving you toward the climax with quick, precise movements.

“right there?” he asks against your skin, this time pushing deeper. the pads of his fingers brush exactly the spot that makes you tense, shiver, and whine.

your hips tighten, your back arching so you can chase the friction you need so badly.

“look at me.” he tells you, lifting a hand to grab your hair and force your eyes to meet his.

you feel that unmistakable knot forming in your stomach, and panic rises in your chest. you’re not sure you’ll be able to keep your moans quiet enough so no one outside hears.

“you’re close,” he nods, because he can read your reactions like he’s always known them. “i want you to look at me when you cum, yn. look at me.”

your eyes stay on him, even though you can barely focus on anything other than how fast and good his fingers are moving inside you.

“m gonna—” you try to warn him, but you can barely speak without panting. your mouth falls open into a perfect ‘o’, your vision blurring as you reach your release.

a loud moan slips from your throat before you can stop it, but beomgyu quickly kisses you to swallow the sound so no one can hear you.

he hates the idea of anyone outside hearing you.

coming down from your orgasm with his lips on yours and his fingers carefully slipping out of you, you pull back slightly so you can speak, even when you’re already a complete mess.

“how much time do we have left?” you murmur, and he lets out a quiet laugh.

“i don’t know.” he replies, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face that have stuck to the sweat on your forehead.

“do you think they heard us?”

“us?” he mocks. “i’m not the one making noise.”

you want to roll your eyes but you can’t, still trying to recover from how intense it felt.

you take a deep breath. look at him again. he shifts a little, though he’s still pressed against you.

and that’s when you feel it.

the erection in his jeans brushes against your thigh unintentionally, but he quickly adjusts his hips so you won’t notice.

you raise your brows at him, but he just scoffs and looks away.

“don’t look at me like that,” he says before you can even say anything, “i can’t help it if you’re that sensitive.”

you don’t answer. you just look into his eyes and slowly lower yourself until you’re on your knees in front of him.

he never takes his eyes off you.

“yn,” beomgyu murmurs, placing his hand on your head and curling his index finger into your hair. “we don’t have enough time.”

you don’t listen. without breaking eye contact, your hands move to his jeans, starting to unbutton them.

“we do,” you murmur. “trust me.”

his lips press tightly together when your mouth wraps around the tip of his cock and you give soft licks to the precum gathering there. your eyes never leave him, and neither do his leave you.

your hands find their way to stroke him slowly while your mouth focuses on the sensitivity of his tip first.

rough breaths begin to fall from his lips, the muscles in his body tightening with every lick you give. his hand tenses in your hair, though he tries not to pull too hard— he doesn’t want you to realise just how much of an effect you’re having on him.

but you do.

you combine the movement of your mouth with your hands, giving yourself enough space to go deep before coming back to drag your lips over his tip again.

his legs tense, and even though he enjoys watching you take him like this, his eyes fall closed and his head drops back.

“oh fuck–” he mutters hoarsely, a faint high note in his voice betraying just how good you’re making him feel.

your hands keep stroking him, this time so you can focus on licking and sucking right at the tip. his hips jerk in response, letting you know you’re doing it right.

“mmh, s’big.” you murmur against him, making him let out a rough laugh before looking back down at you.

when your eyes meet, you lick slowly around his tip as if you’re teasing him. it works.

beomgyu bites his lip, deep breaths leaving him, almost turning into groans in his throat.

you go back to what you were doing before, stroking him with both hands while guiding the rhythm with your mouth. you go deeper this time, gagging slightly when he hits the back of your throat.

“fuck,” he groans hoarsely, placing a hand behind your head so he can guide you. “don’t stop.”

his hips start pushing into your mouth, slow at first, but unconsciously picking up speed as the pleasure builds. your mouth pays attention to every inch. your lips wrap around him perfectly, your tongue licks over the tip every time his hips pull back, and your throat gives way each time he pushes deep again.

the walls of your throat tighten around him so well that he no longer cares if he’s moaning loud enough to be heard. not when you’re on your knees for him, letting him use your mouth however he wants.

his grip in your hair grows firmer, messy, like he’s trying to hold back and failing completely. his hips thrust against your mouth—fast, hard, rough—and you’re enjoying every second of it.

you close your eyes, following the rhythm of how he fucks your mouth, and you moan without meaning to, creating a vibration that makes him shudder.

“i— fuck, i can’t—” he mutters hoarsely, almost whining from the build up of pleasure he can’t release in your mouth yet.

your hands settle on his hips and you lean further forward, letting him go as deep as he needs. you gag unintentionally, but every time he feels it his body seems to ignite even more.

beomgyu feels his abdomen begin to tighten, a knot pulling hard in his stomach, warning him what’s about to happen—but he can’t let it go yet. not because he doesn’t want to.

but when you start moving your head faster than the pace his hand had been guiding you, the little control he had left disappears—replaced by pure desperation.

your throat hugs his thickness so well that the knot in his body tightens dangerously, his hand gripping your hair while his hips chase whatever friction they can get.

“fuck—yn—” he groans, low but desperate. he looks down at you again, brows drawn together, sweat slipping down his forehead, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “m— close— fuck, yn—”

his hips push deeper into your mouth, chasing the release he wants so badly. it feels good. too good.

“you guys still alive in there?”

yeonjun’s voice, paired with a few knocks on the closet door, makes beomgyu freeze completely, suddenly remembering where you are and what you’re doing.

but that doesn’t seem to be enough to make you stop.

your hands stay on his hips and your mouth keeps taking his length, pulling back and sinking down again while your hands return to stroke him.

he looks at you desperately, like he’s begging you to stop and keep going at the same time.

“beomgyu?”

“yeah, we’re coming!” he tries to make his voice sound normal, even though his heavy breathing gives him away.

“it’s been seven minutes already—”

“we’re coming!”

“but—”

“one minute, fuck!”

his head falls back right after that, his lips pressed tight together to keep any sound from escaping, though it still slips from his throat anyway.

his hot cum spilling from his cock floods your mouth, and as you swallow you feel his hand stroking your hair like he’s grateful you’re doing it.

his chest heaves, sweat coating his palms and his face. you pull away from him to look up, satisfied with your work, and he lowers his gaze to find you completely dishevelled, your makeup ruined and a few tears slipping from your eyes.

the sight is so beautiful it makes him hard again and he hates it at the same time.

quickly he fixes himself, and you do the same, adjusting your top, your skirt, and your hair.

yeonjun’s mocking grin turns into a stunned expression when the two of you finally open the closet door.

“what the—”

you step out first, then him, both of you completely ignoring yeonjun. the room’s attention settles on you when everyone notices the aftermath written all over your faces and bodies. both of you glance at soobin before returning to your places.

taehyun turns to look at the shine in your eyes and the marks on your neck.

you just look back at him and shrug, taking a sip from the bottle you still had left.

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