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Mar 3

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Genre: completed series! camboy au, college au, smut, crack, fluff

Pairing: camboy! Beomgyu x gn reader (afab when smut)

Synopsis: Every Thursday night at 8pm, you tune into your favourite camboy: Angel313. What you don’t know is he goes to the same uni as you, is even in the same class as you and is Choi Beomgyu, the campus fuckboy but will you keep his secret?

Warnings: jackson wang party, online stalking, blackmail, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, slut shaming, pussy eating, riding, premature ejaculation, amazon position, pegging, handjob, anal play, spanking, nipple play, reader wears a lingerie dress, degrading, use of pet names, dollification

Word count: 16.4k

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You read the message on beomgyu’s phone that he shoves instantly in your face with great confusion. You furrow your brows, unable to even comprehend what was being shown to you on the way-too-bright screen, eyes squinted and slightly stinging since the rest of beomgyu’s room was shrouded in darkness. A few moments prior, you were blissfully ready to succumb to sleep next to the boy.

Haechan: I know you’re a camboy, beomgyu. I always knew you were a fucking whore. Just wait until I tell everyone 🤣🤣.

You go completely still. For a second, it’s like the world crashes down.

What? How is this even real?

You’re still having trouble processing the words glaring back at you. It doesn’t make any sense to you. Not even remotely. Why would haechan even send something like that? The quiet economics guy who plays cello alone in the practice rooms? The haechan you’d now come to befriend? You reread it over and over again without saying a word, just trying to wrap your head around any of this. It’s nonsensical, it’s absurd!-

“Y/n.” Beomgyu’s voice snaps you back, cutting through the silence. You look up. His face is paling as well, eyes widened in equal disbelief. “Do you even know who he is?!”

You blink, thrown off by how frantic he sounds. “Who-Haechan? Yeah, he’s my-”

“He’s the guy who made all those rumours about me!” Beomgyu interrupts, the words tumbling out of his mouth way too fast. “The one whose girlfriend came onto me and he got angry at me over it!”

You frown, stomach twisting, still trying to catch up in the sudden whirlwind you were thrown into. “Wait, what?”

“Haechan,” Beomgyu repeats exasperatedly. “He’s crazy. He’s been dying to try and find some kind of shit on me for ages. He must be having an absolute field day with this. He’s had a personal vendetta against me ever since that whole thing.”

Shit.

“That’s him?!” Your mouth falls open.

Beomgyu gets up, pacing around half dressed, stress, pure panic, and frustration taking all up on his pretty features, his dark, thick, straight brows creasing. Beomgyu huffs, running a hand through his messy, damp hair, still staring at you incredulously as if any of this were your fault.

“How was I supposed to know it was him?” You protest, raising a brown at him, hands thrown up in defence.

“I could have told you easily. Why did you never say who it was?” Beomgyu exhales sharply.

You cross your arms, baffled. “I have no idea! I didn’t think it mattered!”

Beomgyu suddenly stops his pacing. He narrows his eyes at you, shooting you a slight betrayed look, jaw tight, his tone and his expression accusatory, and his voice low, dead serious. “Did you…tell him?”

The look he gives you is new, and it genuinely makes your throat close up, chest tightening. You hate how coldly he’s staring at you, blaming, untrusting, he’s never looked at you like that before ever. You didn’t even know he was capable of looking at you like that.

You gape at him. “No! You think I’d tell him? Wow…” a hollow, disbelieving laugh escapes you. You scoff, feeling hurt and offended that he’d even think you would.

He scoffs right back at you. “Then how does he know, y/n?”

“I didn’t tell him anything.” You snap, growing irritated and your temper flaring at how beomgyu was just accusing you of spilling secrets that could ruin the both of you.

“You sure about that? Because you were getting realll close with him…you sure you didn’t let it slip?” Beomgyu asks bitterly in a condescending and mocking tone, his eyes still narrowed at you.

You stare at him, completely affronted. “No. I’m not stupid.”

Your wrack your brain, trying to think of how haechan could possibly even find out, replaying every interaction, every conversation, every moment you’ve had with him—and that’s when realisation hits you. He saw that notification. It must be that. It can’t be anything else.

You stare off into the distance, mortified. “He saw a notification.”

Beomgyu frowns, tilting his head. “Notification?”

“The one for the live the other day. I forgot to switch it off and he saw when I was showing something on my phone. I didn’t think he’d be a weirdo to try and search it up. He found the channel. Oh my god.” You drag your hands down your face, groaning. Your anger simmers down quickly, leaving only dread.

Beomgyu just sighs heavily at the information, sitting back down next to you, knitting his brows, elbows on his knees, the tips of both his index fingers touching and he brings his hands underneath his nose. He tries to concentrate, thinking and contemplating what to do about this whole unfortunate situation both of you are currently stuck in.

You try to reason, attempting to assuage the tense atmosphere and make him and yourself calm down and feel a little bit better. “You can’t even see our faces. We don’t show our faces. How is he going to prove it’s us?”

But beomgyu shakes his head. “You don’t understand, y/n. People don’t care about proof. They just need something a little convincing. It’ll spread anyway if it looks even a little like us and it does. If anyone at uni finds out, we’re fucked. People aren’t so kind about sex work. And you’re roped into this now too. I don’t want that to happen to you.” Beomgyu meets your gaze upset, eyes softening but heavy with worry for you. “It could mess up your reputation, your career…what a piece of shit.”

You play with your fingers nervously now, properly thinking about what could happen made you feel a little sick. “What do we do?”

Beomgyu looks down at his lap. “I…I don’t know. Part of me thinks we…delete everything. The channel. Just erase it. That way, no proof. Nothing to connect.”

You blink, utterly devastated by his suggestion. “Delete it?” You repeat, voice small. “Beomgyu… i-it’s your channel…”

The idea feels like cutting off a limb. He can’t delete his channel. He loves his channel. You love this channel. You loved his channel long before you even knew it was him behind the screen - Angel313. He was your favourite camboy, his streams were obviously hot, but also oddly enough comforting and familiar to you. It was something that you always looked forward to in the week. Something always there. And it could possibly not exist anymore? Over this? It was your channel too now. Deleting it off the internet was like deleting a part of beomgyu, and of you. All your streams, archives, the money, all thrown away. You’d stop streaming with beomgyu…losing something that had become far more than just money or content to you.

Beomgyu exhales shakily, still not meeting your eyes. “Well, he’s going to tell everyone. It’s the only way I can think of. I don’t want people saying mean things about you too. I’ve been there before. The site doesn’t allow any kind of screen recording or downloading so if we delete it quick, maybe he won’t be able to show it to anyone.”

Both of you sit in silence, fully taking in the weight of it all, you could lose a lot. “I just can’t believe haechan would do this,” you mutter, “he seemed nice…and not weird.” You’re genuinely upset, finding out your mysterious cello friend was actually the one who ruined Beomgyu’s reputation.

“Yeah,” beomgyu snorts quietly, “I was good friends with him too once. He didn’t seem like that either. But after he got that girlfriend… he got weird and scarily obsessed with her and really possessive. She dumped him, obviously, but he still acts like I personally ruined his life and blames me for it. Don’t know why he still cares.”

Silence stretches between you. Beomgyu fidgets, then speaks up again after a short while. “Sorry for doubting you…” he says softly, guiltily chewing on his bottom lip. “Are you mad at me? I’m sorry…” He lifts his eyes and looks at you so sincerely and expectantly, waiting like a puppy. He hesitates, then takes ahold of your hand quickly and desperately, not wanting you to still be upset at him at all.

You huff. “It’s fine,” but you give in easily and you squeeze his hand back, watching the way he breathes out a tiny sigh of relief at that, “Though, a little faith in me would be nice. I wouldn’t tell anyone this. You know that, I’m your friend.”

He lets go of your hand, rubbing at the back of his neck and nods. “Right.”

“Do you think we really have to delete the channel?” You ask, really hoping there was another way.

“I don’t know.” Beomgyu sighs, head falling back and he looks up at the ceiling, having totally surrendered. But, then you see his eyes light up, his expression changing. “…I may know some people…they might be able to help us…” he says cryptically, hushed and mysterious. Beomgyu glances left, then right, conspiratorially and conspicuously.

You lower your voice too, assuming you had to. “Oh my god really?! Who?”

“This is just huening kai and taehyun. How are they going to help us?”

Your optimism rapidly dies as you stare at the scene in front of you, Kai and taehyun slurp on ramen noodles, severely hunched over whilst gaming on kai’s computer, their figures illuminated by the glow on his monitor. The room smells potently of broth, energy drinks, and is suffocatingly warm with all the electronics. Noodles hang precariously from kai’s mouth as he smashes the buttons on his keyboard with concerning intensity and speed.

“Shoot him! Shoot him!-No, the other one—are you blind? Shoot! Behind! Behind you—behind you!” Taehyun is beside him, screeching dramatically into his ear in whatever game they were playing.

“I know what I’m doing!” Kai snaps. “You’re distracting me. Shush!”

“No, you’re just atrocious at the game.” Taehyun retorts with a raised brow.

“No, you are. That’s why you’re only watching.”

“I just don’t like playing horror games! Not that I’m actually bad at it...” Taehyun mumbles petulantly at him, wounded.

“Oh yeah, I forgot. You’re such a scaredy cat.”

For a few foolish seconds, you really thought beomgyu was taking you to some dark, secret, shady, underground organisation, that was going to miraculously help the both of you out and leave you forever indebted, some deal with the devil type of thing. Maybe they’d silently eradicate haechan, assassinate him. That would be great. Beomgyu had even worn a cap and sunglasses to go to huening Kai’s place. He’d also cautiously walked over here as if he were under surveillance by the government, which had turned out to be an absolutely unnecessary level of drama.

You let out a helpless sigh. This is not what you had envisioned. “These are the people we’re entrusting our lives and reputations to?”

Beomgyu puffs out his chest in offence like he’s been personally insulted. “They’re the best at getting dirt on people! I always go to them.”

Once kai dies in the game and squabbles a bit at taehyun, swearing and claiming it was his fault, they both swivel theirs chairs around to you and beomgyu like two villains, finally acknowledging your presence. They also give you a look of offence, expressions turning so incredibly arrogant.

“Yes.” Huening kai smirks satisfactorily. “we are. We’re experts”

“Professionals.” Taehyun adds with his arms crossed.

“Specialists.” Kai goads, nodding to himself.

You roll your eyes. “At what exactly?”

“Online stalking.” Taehyun quips.

“And blackmail.” Huening kai says with such devious excitement, thrumming his fingertips together like an antagonist. “You can find out a lot about a person online. Everyone’s got a dark past. We’ll find out about it. Don’t you worry heh.”

You exchange a look with beomgyu. He hums and nods along eagerly with a thumbs up, trying to sell the idea to you, approving and grinning as well, but it just seems like he’s overcompensating to you. “See? See? We’ll just blackmail him back!”

“That’s if you find anything…” You mutter with defeat and just accept that this is the plan now.

Kai spins his chair back round cheerfully. “Ohh, I love a good blackmail. Don’t you just love a good blackmail, tae?”

Taehyun cracks his knuckles and agrees. “Deeply.”

They get to work, taehyun pulling up and somehow finding out all of haechan’s social medias. They go through his tagged photos, his following, his friends, their friends, you see his baby photos, his old football club he supposedly was a part of, shots and recordings of old orchestras he was apart of as a teenager, his embarrassing try-hard linkedin, his strangely named playlists on spotify, an abandoned finance bro podcast channel he’d started with three episodes and no listeners, just to name a few.

Within minutes, haechan’s entire digital existence is scarily laid bare on the monitor in front of you like endless food on a table ready for you to dig into, except you have no idea where any of it came from. It could be roadkill for all you know. You’re sure haechan himself isn’t even aware just how much of him there is out there. You make a mental check to make sure you delete most of your own online presence too. It was quite frightening.

“So,” Kai says suddenly, stretching back in his chair with a yawn, “are we going to the party?”

“What party?” You query.

“Jackson wang’s end of exams party?! Come on we have to go.” Kai insists as if it were so obvious. “His parties are insane. If there’s a party you shouldn’t not miss out on, it’s his!”

“I don’t know…” you start apprehensively, “with everything going on. I don’t think it’s the best idea.”

You and beomgyu have avoided streaming since, neither of you feeling like it with what’s happened. And also because haechan now knows your channel so that would be super weird. As far as you know, he hasn’t exposed you guys yet, hasn’t said anything, and somehow that feels worse. You don’t know when he would, and the uncertainty keeps you more on edge all the time, your uneasiness deepening by the minute. The threat just hangs heavily over you, not knowing when the string would snap.

“You can’t let this haechan guy dictate your lives. You should allow yourself to have some fun. It’ll take your mind off things!” Kai protests with such comical conviction.

“Yeah,” Taehyun agrees. “Fuck him.”

“But what if haechan’s there and decides that’s the night he wants to tell the whole world?” Beomgyu speaks up. He’s been quiet for a while now, standing slightly behind you, arms crossed.

“That’s a good thing actually.” Taehyun’s eyes light up.

“How?” Beomgyu frowns.

“Once we find this blackmail,” taehyun explains calmly, very self assured, “We’ll confront him there. It’ll be public enough to scare him too. We’ll corner him.”

Kai is still scrolling on pages, but then he stops abruptly. “Oh.”

You lean forwards and so does beomgyu. “What?”

“He’s loaded. Like, rich, rich.”

Articles appear. Business features, his family name, a conglomerate. They practically own half of everything in the city. You never knew this. Why did it take so long to find these as well? Surely, it would have been the first thing that popped up when taehyun was searching.

You glance at Beomgyu, who looks just as surprised. “He never mentioned his billionaire-ass parents before,” he mutters.

“I don’t think he wanted anyone to know,” Taehyun observes, “Which is interesting.”

You knit your brows. “Why would he hide that?” Whilst there were articles about his family, it seemed there wasn’t much linking him to them or saying he was their son that much either.

It was getting late by now, and whilst you had found out substantial information you wouldn’t even want to know, and had discovered haechan having very rich ass parents, it didn’t really lead to much. You still didn’t feel like you had enough evidence to blackmail him on anything just yet, nothing you could actually use. It makes you worried. What if you never find anything? What if this is it? What do you do then? Delete the channel forever?

Kai notices your expression and waves a hand dismissively, reassuringly. “Don’t worry. You two go home. We’ll keep digging.”

Taehyun nods with a smile, an attempt to keep you hopeful. “He’s hiding something. We’re close.”

Kai grins. “And we will find it.”

Trying to fall asleep the night before the party is laughably futile. Your brain refuses to switch off, cycling through horrible scenarios. You’d had endless exams for the past few days and they’d at least made the impending dread and worry you felt for this catastrophic event not the first priority, but still festering in the back of your mind nastily as you revised, like the first subtle stages of a disease you could pretend to ignore before it became too late.

Haechan still hadn’t said anything yet and you had this awful feeling that he definitely would at the party. With taehyun and kai also having exams, they’d paused their researching too, buried in their own studies, and whilst they’d started up their digging once again, it’s not like you’d received a message from them yet if they had discovered anything. They’re certain they’ll find something though. If not, the other option was to hold his failed, slightly problematic, finance bro podcast as leverage to see just how embarrassed he was over that. Maybe it could work? Oh, never mind that, you know it won’t. It’s embarrassing, yes, but not exactly ruinous.

You and beomgyu had deactivated your channel for the time being at least. None of you had the heart to fully delete it yet and you’d hoped haechan wasn’t smart enough to have tried to backup evidence by recording on a different device or something like that. But, what if you can never stream with beomgyu anymore? What happens? What if you slowly by slowly hang out less? What if you’re not actually that close like you think. Is it all really just because of the channel?

All this irrational thinking is genuinely hurting your brain and you so desperately wished you could just fall asleep right now. You feel almost hysterical by now. It feels like you’ve been lying here for eons. You squeeze your burning eyes shut from the lack of sleep, and roll onto your side, then your back, then your other side, then your stomach, then your side again. You let out a frustrated groan, squeezing both sides of your pillow around your head—

Knock, knock

The sound of knocking suddenly comes from your door and you immediately whip your head to the noise, jolting, startled, genuinely frightening you since it was so quiet before. It was also four in the morning and you were definitely not expecting anyone at this hour.

Cautiously, you slip out of your bed and open your door just a crack, only to find beomgyu standing on the other side completely unannounced.

He’s in his plaid pyjama bottoms and wearing a white sleep shirt that’s slipping off one of his shoulders, exposing a sliver of his collarbone. Beomgyu’s hair is a mess, wolfcut flattened on one side and sticking up in random directions on the other. He’d looked like he’d just gotten out of bed himself and he sports an equally irritated and miserable expression. You’re guessing he’s in the exact same predicament as you.

“Can’t sleep.” He says with his lips heavily downturned, which also backups your hypothesis.

Your eyes linger down to the fluffy bear slippers he’s still wearing. You chuckle softly. “Yeah, neither can I.”

“Guess we’ll just have to try together.”

He walks right in, pushing past you like he’s done this a thousand times before, kicks off his fluffy slippers and flops down onto your bed, face planting into one of your pillows with a long, dramatic groan, arms and legs splayed out.

You close the door after him. “Ah, yes. Just invite yourself in.”

Beomgyu rolls his head to the side to look at you, cheek smushed in the pillow and just shrugs at you, clearly unbothered by your sarcasm, making himself comfortable.

You join him, mattress dipping as you lay back down too. He instantly grabs out for you, pulling you in his arms and scooting closer to you, then closer until you’re tucked against his chest. He nudges and nuzzles his nose into your neck and you catch the soft, relieved sigh he lets out, his breathing finally slowing and evening out.

It’s ridiculous how it puts you at ease instantly, both your limbs warm beneath the covers, and his body feeling like a comforting cocoon around you. You relax and seep into him, his slow, hot breathing against your skin grounding and familiar. Neither of you say anything, but you don’t feel the need to. Everything with beomgyu is comfortable. You never feel uncomfortable. You can already tell how he’s feeling, and you know he can tell how you’re feeling too, just letting the quiet, shared exhaustion fill the room instead.

Despite the anxiety still lurking somewhere in the corners of your mind, you felt yourself slowly slipping, the impending party, the threat of haechan, all the tiredness of exams, blurring into background noise along with the quiet hum of your dehumidifier and the muffled city noises outside. It’s all replaced by the simple presence of having beomgyu here. You’d forgotten you weren’t all alone with the alienating your exams had done. You at least had each other and that alleviated you a little bit. You weren’t aware how much you needed him next to you. You swallowed hard, heart twisting in that familiar flutter of intense emotions you didn’t have the words for. You turn around to wrap your arms around him too, submerging into his shirt. You can faintly smell the laundry detergent from his clothes, the hint of his body wash too and his natural, soothing, pleasant smell you’ve come to recognise. You tighten your grasp on him slightly, and he does the same, minutes stretching, letting everything ebb away with his heat and closeness.

And eventually, when your thoughts slowed enough to let go entirely, you feel your eyelids somehow grow impossibly heavy, when they hadn’t drooped the slightest bit before when you were alone, it’s the same with beomgyu. Sleep finally, miraculously, comes like a tide, plunging both you and beomgyu in and leaving everything else on the shore.

You’d accepted that shit was going to go down tomorrow. But you guess you’ll bear it together.

Once you walked into the party alongside beomgyu, you’re met with a dense throng of all kinds of people and varying degrees of intoxication. Music blares through hi-fi speakers as some dance and flail their arms, some miserable people sit on the sofas in judgement, though it makes you wonder why they even bothered showing up in the first place if they were just going to sour the mood. Others have a go at the foosball table, shaking the rods aggressively and making them clang loudly. Another group is deep into playing different drinking games such as beer pong. You spot some guys desperately attempting to get any girl to dance with them too, looking like a pack of hungry wolves preying on random women. Ew. Elsewhere, people are already immodestly making out, which they’ll probably regret later, and others just look far too drunk already for a party that had started not too long ago, staggering and slumping against walls or each other.

You’d done pres with beomgyu before so you were comfortably tipsy enough to not be so nervous of what might await you later on. You’re fashionably a little late, but people are still streaming in, all hyped up and screaming gestures to their friends so it’s fine.

It had taken you and beomgyu far too long to get ready, mostly because both of you had decided at some point that if the night was going to implode, you may as well look hot as fuck doing it.

You’d pulled out your best outfits, shared playlist you’d titled ‘Cunty’ on as you did your makeup, singing and rapping and shouting lyrics at each other. You still weren’t entirely sure why it had taken beomgyu so long considering he wasn’t doing any makeup, but he’d been agonising over styling his hair for a very long time.

You asked if he wanted a little makeup too and he’d nodded along, so you’d dusted a little glitter to his cheekbones and eyelids to match yours. You’d also applied the tiniest touch of pink tint on his plump lips and cheeks. He’d specifically asked for you not add the plumping lip gloss on him though, drawing the line at that.

“It burns.” Beomgyu complained.

“It tingles a little.”

“It burns.” Beomgyu repeated, traumatised from the last time. “It’ll melt my lips off.”

He even had let you curl his eyelashes, letting you add a thin layer of mascara since his lashes were already so unfairly, naturally long and doll-like without it. With it though, it’s ridiculous how his eyelashes look and just how much more length they span at their full potential. You’re almost envious.

Both your egos had inflated once you guys were done getting ready, checking yourselves out in the mirror, fully feeling yourselves and feeling totally invincible. You’d done a round of soju still listening to your playlist and taking an abundance of photos of each other on your pink digicam. (Beomgyu wouldn’t stop making you take pictures of him in every single damn conceivable pose since he thought he looked so hot.)

When it was his turn to take photos of you, he’d gone strangely quiet, staring a little too long, mouth parting dumbly in awe and eyes flicking over you like he was trying to commit the image to memory, your low cut top doing absolutely nothing to help his focus.

You look—” He’d gestured vaguely, as if words had failed him. “-Yeah…” Beomgyu breathes out, cheeks a vivid pink, but it definitely wasn’t from the tint you’d used on him because you never put that much on him, his ears also becoming pink.

You’d rolled your eyes, heat silently creeping up your neck too. “Whatever that means.”

Photos were taken together too, grinning stupidly at the camera and leaning closely into each other with peace signs and cheek pokes and heart signs.

Now, standing inside the house, you’re unsure what to do first. Voices overlap into an indistinguishable blur of noisy laughter and chatter and singing. It’s packed, more packed than typical, which is saying something. Jackson wang is a very popular guy. His house is also, unsurprisingly, big and very, very nice with lovely furniture you personally wouldn’t want a bunch of unknown students drunk around, and that wealthy open plan style.

Then, you spot it from afar and your eyes instantly light up: Food! Actual food. Real, tangible, edible food.

You’ve been to far too many parties that didn’t even have any kind of food, or the only hospitable sustenance was a pathetic, measly excuse for it, with just a sad bowl of crisps placed on a kitchen counter.

You and Beomgyu gravitate there immediately, wordlessly, like mosquitoes smelling sweat on bare skin, immediately abandoning any pretence of socialising. There’s an impressive assortment of trays filled with delicious looking platters, dips, snacks and finger foods and desserts neatly arranged on a long table. Without shame, both of you start snacking.

“This,” you say around a mouthful of something fried and yummy, “is how you know a party is good- and also a good host.”Beomgyu nods solemnly, making a noise of agreement, his mouth too full to say anything back. There’s crumbs clinging all around his lips.

“You’ve got a little something…” You gesture to your own face and mouth so he’d know whereabouts it is.

“Oh.” beomgyu attempts to brush the food particles off his lips, swiping clumsily, then also tries licking them off, but he’s just not doing it in the right place, “is it gone?” He asks innocently, tilting his head cutely.

“No-” You sigh. “It’s there, there-there, no.”

“You do it!” Beomgyu says exasperately after failing.

“Ew, no. What the fuck.”

“Just do it for me.”

“Ugh.” You cave, bringing your thumb to brush off the crumbs on the top of his soft lips, faces close and you can feel him watching you intently. It’s not actually that disgusting, but you still commit to the bit, pretending it is, dramatically shuddering your body.

Beomgyu rolls his eyes at your actions. “Thanks.”

“You can’t eat.”

There’s even a cocktail station, which seems a bit too luxurious for university students, but you’re definitely not complaining. You happily make your way to it and make yourself some kind of, hopefully drinkable, concoction. Beomgyu opts for a beer, because of course he does. You take a sip of your drink, pleasantly surprised it doesn’t taste like shit.

Scanning the room absently as you drink, you thankfully don’t see haechan anywhere at all yet, that’s good. Huening Kai and taehyun had said they’d join you later since they were still on their digital witch hunt. Apparently, they’d found something potentially damning and just needed to find extra evidence, which was hopeful.

“You wanna dance?” Beomgyu asks, grinning. You barely have time to respond before he’s grabbing your hand and tugging you forward, and soon both of you are dancing in the middle of the crowd, stupidly, uncoordinated, laughing and giggling too loudly with little care for anything else, bumping into others around. Beomgyu commits fully, pulling silly and ridiculous expressions with bizarre moves, eyebrows wiggling and mouth moving exaggeratedly as you both shout out the lyrics of the songs to each other, and you’re laughing so hard your stomach starts to ache and so do your cheeks from smiling the whole time.

You spin him around once, twice. It looks a little funny since he’s lanky, not stopping until he staggers dramatically, and then he gets you back, twirling you until the lights blur at the edges of your vision.

That familiar feeling settles in, of nothing else really mattering when you’re with beomgyu. He looks so happy, staring at you with his starry, bright eyes, brighter than any of the laser lights flashing (and way prettier) like you’re the only person here. Watching him jumping up and down, his hair flapping around as well resembling puppy ears, and his pretty teeth flashing as he smiles so wide. It makes your heart clench, tight and slightly aching, but it’s also a pleasant feeling, the fondness overwhelming and devastating. Your stomach twists in some kind of longing. You hope you always get to see him happy like that.

Eventually, It gets way too stuffy inside that it’s genuinely unbearable and so suffocating, too hot with so many sweaty bodies and the floor is starting to get disgustingly sticky from drunk people spilling their beverages carelessly all on the ground. You lean closer to beomgyu and he notices, leaning down at the same time.

“I need air!” You shout into his ear. He nods immediately, relief flickering across his face like he’d been thinking the exact same thing. You slip out together, wading past all the bodies, holding hands tightly, fingers laced as you lead the way so neither of you lose each other in the crowd, pushing past everyone and out into the garden, the cool, crisp night air finally hitting your lungs. You inhale and exhale deeply, looking up at the stars in the sky.

The garden is enormous and just as nice as the rest of his house. There’s fewer people lingering out here, sparsely scattered, some smoking and it’s contrastingly quiet. There’s fairylights prettily strung across all the tree branches glowing and golden, and you can just about make out a pond in one corner, a little arched bridge crossing over it with lanterns. Beyond that, far at the back and slightly shrouded with darkness, is a treehouse with a zip line attached too.

“Woah. Let’s go there.” Beomgyu’s eyes light up, looking entirely delighted.

The two of you break into a jog across the grass.

Beomgyu excitedly goes up the treehouse first. He plops onto the seat and barely waits before launching himself and zipping across, laughing and screaming as he goes down. He tightly holds onto the rope and his hair whips into his face as he throws his head back, grinning so youthfully. He lands a little clumsily but throws his hand in the air with triumph, clearly enjoying it very much. You shake your head at him, laughing too.

“That was so fun! Your turn!”

You climb up the slightly unsteady ladder. Warily, you sit and leap off. Then you’re screaming and laughing at the same time too, the garden blurry and spinning below as the wind strongly rushes against your face. It’s over far too quickly. You land…sort of. The seat stops awkwardly, still a little too high, feet not quite reaching the ground. You fumble uselessly, unsure how to get yourself off. “Um…Help?”

Beomgyu bursts out laughing, doubling over for a moment. “Just jump off.”

You refuse, looking down at the ground with a shake of your head. “No, I might die.”

Beomgyu sighs at you again, but he steps forward, placing his hands carefully on your waist, steady and warm as he lifts you down properly with surprising ease. You’re still smiling when your feet hit the grass.

Until you see something emerging, someone slowly making it’s way to you both. At first, you think it’s just another drunk partygoer drifting aimlessly through the garden, but then the silhouette becomes clearer.

Haechan.

He looks drunk, not the fun, carefree kind, but genuinely volatile and scary looking. When his gaze locks onto you, his mouth curls into something unpleasantly satisfied.

Your stomach drops. Beomgyu grows tense beside you.

“Well, well, well,” Haechan says, sauntering closer, clicking his tongue. “Look who it is.”

It’s disorienting seeing him this way. You’ve never really seen him like this. You’ve only ever known him as a quite reserved, but polite dude, someone a bit forgettable. Not aggressive or whatever this is you’re witnessing. You supposed you didnt know him too well, but still. This version of him is unsettling and almost unrecognisable to look at.

“He managed to fool you too, huh? Once he’s bored of fucking you, he’ll drop you too. I did warn you. ” Haechan continues, eyes flicking between the two of you, shaking his head at you. “Don’t worry. Everyone else will fully know too soon enough. Sooner than soon, even.” He laughs, short and sharp, and pulls out his phone. The screen lights up with a recording of your account. So he was smart enough to have recorded it on another device even with you deactivating. “Now would be a perfect time don’t you think?”

“Oh, get over it!” Beomgyu snaps, stepping forward before you can stop him, his voice seething with rage and looking like he was ready to fight haechan right then and there. “Seriously, when are you gonna get over it? Mi-kyong clearly didn’t even like you if she tried to get with me. How is any of that my fault?”

Haechan’s weird, creepy smile dissolves instantly, turning ugly. His jaw clenches as he takes another aggressive swig from his can, beer sloshing and dripping down his chin as he wipes at it with the back of his hand, eyes wild whilst crushing his can. “No. No,” he says, shaking his head, looking pretty insane and so livid. “You tried to steal my girl. You ruined everything. Fuck you.”

Beomgyu gapes at him, exasperated. You also stand in disbelief at his sheer delusion, not getting his thought process at all or why this would still be going on, and why you’re even suffering in this situation over nothing. It’s actually just pissing you off now.

“Fuck you, haechan,” you say flatly, stepping forward yourself, planting your feet in the grass. “Just fuck off, you’re embarrassing.”

He turns to you slowly, sneering, eyes raking over you with open contempt. “And you. I wasn’t surprised by how much of a disgusting, freak whore he is. But, I’m disappoint about you, y/n. I guess you’re just a slut too.” He practically spits at you.

That’s beomgyu’s tipping point.

He lunges for him in an instant and punches him, driving his fist smack right hard in the face. Haechan staggers back in shock, holding his face for a short, fleeting pause, before lunging violently for him as well with a growl, equally mad.

They hit at each other, fists flying, fighting but with not much skill or strategy, just fuelled by pure resentment they have towards each other. They’re now on the ground in a tangle of limbs and it’s so incredibly chaotic, shoving, punching, hitting, sounds of grunts and collisions, getting sloppier and angrier. You’re not sure what to even do or which of them is winning either, they both look fairly distributed with wounds. Beomgyu’s lip splits. Haechan’s nose is bleeding.

Haechan is now on top of beomgyu, straddling him, somehow managing to take the upperhand, blowing hits at beomgyu repeatedly, punch after punch. You stand frozen for half a second, watching beomgyu take a particularly painful hit that knocks the air completely clean from him and he wheezes out, eyes unfocused.

Now, you love playing fighting games, and usually it’s pretty satisfying when the character is just about to get KO’d. If you were watching a round on your screen right now, beomgyu would probably be on the lasts of his health bar. Normally, that moment is thrilling, you’d lean forward with your controller, waiting for the final blow. But, this isn’t fun to watch at all and you’re just worried for beomgyu. This has all gone pretty south.

Your eyes dart around, frantically looking for some kind of weapon until they land on a thick fallen log. You grab it and without thinking, you raise it, ready to beat the shit out of haechan with it. “Touch him again and I swear -!”

“—STOP!”

The shout cuts through the pure chaos. Taehyun and Kai come sprinting, kai skids to a halt, hands shooting up instinctively, while taehyun bends over with his hands on his knees, panting.

“WE GOT THE DIRT.” They both say frantically, hysterically, completely out of breath, but their eyes gleaming with a manic sort of triumph.

Haechan and beomgyu both stop mid-motion in confusion.

Kai dramatically places a hand over his chest, panting. “Ah… wait… one sec—” he gasps, chest heaving and struggling like a victorian child. Then finally he starts, regaining his composure with a smug smirk and directing his words at haechan. “You kept it veryyy quiet that you’re Lee Donghyuck. Son and heir of the Lee family. As in that Lee family. LC Industries. Wonder why.”

Haechan’s face drains of colour.

Taehyun crouches beside haechan, holding up his own phone and shaking it in his face mockingly with a grin. “We’ve got all the documents to prove it. Unfortunately for you, we’re able to find such things. It’d be socially disastrous if everyone were to find out you’d failed your exams and disgraced your family, that they had to generously ‘gift’ the economics department to let you into a top university huh?”

“Funny how that works.” Kai continues, scheming, eyes glinting. “Your family has strong public ties to education. A son who failed and then paid his way into a top university? Isn’t that illegal?” He tilts his head. “And you’re expected to be the heir of LC industries once you graduate. That would do terrible damage to the company, family name, ruin your reputation. The same thing could easily happen to you if you make the wrong choice, so I’d think about that more carefully.”

Silence stretches. Haechan doesn’t say a word. It’s quiet. He just sits there, looking down, jaw locked so tight. But you know then he won’t say anything. He can’t.

You drop the log and instantly kneel beside beomgyu, checking if he was alright, hands pressing gently to his cheek. “Are you okay??!” You note the blood and the dirt on his face and the fact that he looks like he’s going to pass out.

“Y-yeah…” Beomgyu weakly nods.

Kai and taehyun also concerningly rush over, all of you trying to get him up and stand.

At that moment a girl walks over, noticing the commotion, she takes one look at haechan on the floor and scrunches up her nose is disgust.

Haechan looks up at her, eyes going wide, in recognition. He scrambles desperately, “Mi-kyong!”

She scoffs in disdain. “Ugh. God, this is why I broke up with you. You’re so pathetic.”

“Wait! I-”

She turns and walks away without another glance, leaving him sprawled, a dramatic, sobbing, drunk mess on the grass.

You snort at the scene. Weirded out, exhausted, and more than done with this entire night, the four of you turn and also walk away together.

Thankfully, beomgyu is not dying.

He’s actually not that badly injured. Nothing broken, just a few cuts and bruises and scratches here and there on his body, but they’re not too bad. As for his face, it’s mostly intact, the most detrimental things being really only a scrape along his cheekbone and his lip that’s busted and swollen. Watching him get beaten up in the moment had made it look a lot worse than the damage haechan actually did to him. He still manages to look devastatingly gorgeous even with all the small cuts and dirt on his face and the messy bangs in his eyes, which seems wildly unfair.

He sits on a stool in your kitchen, silently watching your back as you pulled out your drawers looking for something to clean and tend to his wounds with. Finding a cloth and your hello kitty plasters, you run the cloth under some water and wring it out. You dab at it gently on beomgyu’s face, cleaning his wounds and getting rid of the dirt and dried blood. You tilt his chin, thumb resting just under his jaw, angling his face towards the light so you can see better.

He winces slightly once you get closer to dabbing at the cut on his cheek, lips twitching into a pout. “Ow.”

“Shit, sorry.” You immediately apologise and swipe the cloth along his bottom lip more carefully this time as he exhales slowly through his nose.

“It’s okay.”

You peel open the pink hello kitty plaster and place it on his cheek, smoothing it down. Smiling, you step back, forcing lightness into your voice. “Cute. There, all tidied up.”

“Thanks.” Beomgyu says, giving you a small smile back. He’s been very solemn, subdued this entire time and clearly deep in thought. You’re not entirely sure why, because shouldn’t he be happy for a situation that supposedly ended well? He just stares at you with this intensity in his eyes you don’t know the reason for.

You turn around to put everything back in the drawers and you can practically feel him boring holes in your back, it makes you hyperaware of every movement you make. You feel slightly self conscious and you don’t exactly know why.

“If I…delete the channel,” beomgyu finally speaks up, “and make a new one,” he adds quickly, “You’d still stream with me, right?” You turn around to face him, he looks at you imploringly, eyes raw and searching. “Are you going to continue streaming after all of this?”

You’re taken aback. There’s something braced about the way he’s sitting, like he’s already preparing for an answer. “Beomgyu,” you say slowly, genuinely confused. “Of course I would. Why would I stop?”

“I don’t know,” he says honestly. “Maybe after nearly being exposed you realised you don’t really want to anymore and it’s all too much and it was just a short term source of income. I mean, I was the one who actually asked you to start streaming with me and you were wary about it. And—” He cuts himself off with a breath. You can see him trying to decide how much to say. “Because, I don’t want to do this if it’s not with you. I mean, I really don’t want to. Like, I wouldn’t want to find someone else. Or go solo again. I’d hate it.”

“Neither do I,” you say, without thinking.

“No, you don’t get it, y/n.” He pauses as if thinking whether he should say what he says next.

You do, actually. You think you might get it terrifyingly well.

Beomgyu rubs at his neck. “I…“I like you. A stupid, ridiculous fucking amount.”

Your breath catches.

“And I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same way—”beomgyu rushes on, rambling, “it’s fine, I’ll like, genuinely cope. I think, as long as you’re still in my life and nothing changes. I hope this doesn’t change anything. I don’t want things to be weird.” His bottom lip starts to wobble and quiver, trembling, looking up at you so vulnerably. The look on his face makes something ache inside you, like he’s mourning something he thinks he’s killed already.

For a second, you can’t speak, not because you don’t know what to say, but because there is suddenly too much to say and too much you’re feeling. It’s dizzying, your chest feels full and overflowing, but a massive weight is lifted off your shoulders, leaving you lightheaded. It’s followed immediately by this overwhelming, profound swell of affection that feels almost unbearable.

You’ve known that your feelings for him were already deep and tangled and perilous, inevitable and quietly consuming in the background. You think about how naturally he fits into your days, how your schedules are warped around each other, how every silly and fun moment seems to orbit around him most of the time, how easy it is to not wear a mask when he’s there, and the way he always, always gets you. It’s already shaped both of your lives before either of you had the courage to name it. Hearing him say it out loud doesn’t create the feeling, or make you suddenly realise, it just confirms it, that this beautiful, ridiculous boy matters to you in a completely irreversible way. And that you matter to him in the same. You can’t even remember what it was like to go about your days without beomgyu. He’s filled every absence and silence, painted every crevice and unnoticed gap in your life with colours you couldn’t see before, couldn’t even comprehend.

“No, beomgyu,” you say softly, eyes stinging, “I really, really like you,” you huff a breath that sounds close to a laugh, “a stupid, ridiculous fucking amount too.”

“Oh.” Beomgyu blinks, like he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing. Then his shoulders sag, all the tension draining out of him at once. “Wait, romantically right?”

You exasperatedly nod. “Yes!”

“Oh, thank god. Just checking.” He stands so suddenly the stool scrapes against the floor, and then he’s hugging you tight, swallowing you with his arms, desperate, clinging. His arms wrap around you fully, his face smushed into your shoulder.

“I’m sort of a right fool for you.” beomgyu mumbles, muffled into your shirt.

You giggle at him, hugging him back tightly. “You were already that before.”

He lifts his head just enough to glare at you in a mock pout, trying to pretend to be offended but failing miserably since there's a huge, stupidly happy smile on his face, grinning so bright and wide. “Shut up.”

His eyes flicker down to your lips with a lazy smile and a tender gaze, finding it hard to even look back up and meet your eyes, that oddly shaped, charming dimple of his that comes out occasionally, slipping into view. You already know what he’s practically begging you for.

You pull him down a little bit more and he meets you halfway. You press your lips with his, full of everything you’ve been holding back and he effuses into it, moving your lips with his gently, passionately. You’ve kissed beomgyu many times before now, but it feels new and so familiar all at the same time.

When you pull back, your foreheads rest together, giggling. Beomgyu exhales with a shaky laugh, before leaning in and pressing another quick kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another quick peck in the centre, and another.

When you finally dive in for another makeout session, you kiss him harder this time, deeper, hungrier, ardently. Not fucking him for a while, not kissing him like this, it easily catches up to the both of you and you suddenly need him with everything in you. You’re practically eating each other’s faces off now and he easily lets you push your tongue into his, swirling your tongue and saliva with his, heading moving and tilting in opposite directions, smacking your lips together.

You suck on the bottom of his soft, pillowy lips and lick them, you lick softly near where his lip is split. He shudders, the tiniest whimper. But it seems he actually likes it. You gently, lightly pull it in between your teeth where it hurts and is swollen. He moans out and hisses, liking the pain and the sting of it. You can taste the bitterness of it, coppery, but it’s pleasant. It’s clear beomgyu’s mind has totally blanketed over. You kiss him more, and gently suck on the tip of tongue before releasing it. His lips are even more impossibly swollen, red and ruined even without it being busted.

With a dazed, heated look, beomgyu bares his neck sexily for you, tilting his head to the side. silently pleading for your mouth on his neck too. You attach your lips to the column of his pretty, unadorned neck, attacking and kissing the sides and ready to embellish it. You suction your mouth on the sensitive areas, sucking, hearing him let out startled, soft mewls and whines. You don’t let your lips off until the small, little blood vessels under the skin burst and blossom into raw, violent splotches of maroon littered across his neck. You lick a long stripe, starting from the cute mole in between his collarbones and up over the sharp ridge of his adam’s apple - you press your tongue down harder on that part, and under his chin. He swallows, chin lifting up as you do with his lip caught in between his teeth, trembling, eyes glazed up, hands gripping the edges of the table tightly.

You kiss once more, his hands on your waist tightly, before you know it he’s backing you into the kitchen counter and lifting you up onto it, spreading your legs to fit him in between. He holds onto your thighs tightly, whining into your mouth needily as he begins to rut his stuttering hips in the space underneath one of your knees, pressing his clothed dick against it, humping you pathetically.

“A..a-ah. Please,” he breathes, “You-Please. Wanna make you feel good.”

“Seems like you’re doing the opposite.” You raise a brow.

Beomgyu shakes his head, still rutting and rocking against you, he kisses you some more, a soft, needy sound slipping past his lips and into yours, before he’s dropping to his knees on the cold kitchen floor. He’s tugging your underwear off desperately, clumsily. He kisses your ankle, the insides of your thighs and higher. With your thighs, he drags you more forward, closer to the edge of the counter so it’s easier for him, his face directly in line with your cunt, breath puffing hot. He pathetically whines at the sight, salivating already, and without even asking, he presses his face into you.

Beomgyu kneels, head buried deep in your cunt so all you can see is his long, shaggy mop of hair. The first sweep of tongue is slow and deliberate, he languidly licks up your pussy, then attaches his full lips to the mush of your clit, sucking intently. You bite your lip, tilting your head up to the ceiling in bliss, grabbing ahold of his hair fingers threading through the locks and tugging just enough to make a high pitched little noise escape his throat in response.

You can’t forget that he quite literally has a split lip, but he doesn’t seem to give a fuck about it, even if it’s irritating him, he just continues to let out vibrating muffled, whiny sounds into you. He lowers his mouth to prod his tongue into your hole instead, pushing and twisting and turning deeply whilst his pretty, wide nose bumps against your clit, he moves his head left and right, purposefully nuzzling and brushing his nose harder for you. He knows what he’s doing, he always does, just wanting to keep you satisfied.

You bring his head closer, massaging his scalp slightly, fingers stroking through the soft strands on the nape of his neck. “Yeah…that’s exactly it, gyuu mm.” He lifts his head up slightly, gazing up at you with, his pupils dilated crazily wide by now. You coo, “Look at you…so focused. Aww, you really like doing this don’t you, gyu?” He hums against you, you can feel him nodding, nose brushing up and down at that. “hhah-you have no idea how good you make me feel, beomie~” You throw praises at him, your eyes clouding up at the feeling of beomgyu’s mouth on you.

You can practically see his brown irises sparkle momentarily at that, shining and giving you heart eyes. The praises just make him crazier, famished, he dives back in with renewed fervour, lapping at your cunt like a dehydrated animal seeing a pool of water, so intent on pleasing you more and eating you out with such a frenzy, you’re squirming around him, trying to shut your legs, but he doesn’t relent, not even a little. The slurping sounds are genuinely nasty and almost embarrassingly loud over the kitchen. He shoves his head impossibly deeper and you tip your head fully back, one of his hands slowly reaching up your body to your breasts, groping and kneading and squeezing them. He’s stupidly moaning even louder than you and you’re the one reaching your tipping point.

He lifts up again barely, just to obsessively watch the reactions on your face to what he’s doing to you and how you’re nearly on the edge, looking at like a puppy seeking approval. chasing your every reaction like he’s starving for it. Desperately, beomgyu pushes his ring and middle finger inside you without warning, pistoning them into you, the sounds your pussy makes from this is so slushy and wet and gushing, you gasp, knitting your brows with your mouth open. Beomgyu studies your face, keeping his eyes on you the whole time, whining, wanting you to cum already, still fucking his fingers into you at a brutal place and reattaching his swollen lips to your bundle of nerves, and it all comes crashing down on you with a cry. You cum on his face and beomgyu excitedly laps it all up greedily and delighted, his tongue and fingers working through your aftershocks, wanting to catch everything your pussy gives out, and he lets out pleased sounds.

“Ah…so good, gyu…” you cradle the side of his cheek, he smiles and grins gleefully, kissing your palm and looking at you so adoringly.

He stands back up happily, his face drenched in your slick and his spit and drool. He’s instantly all over you again, kissing you with his messy, soaked lips, tasting yourself on his mouth. He kisses you and kisses you, again and again. You don’t even realise you’ve made it to your sofa. You push him instead, the backs of his knees hitting the sofa and falling onto it gladly. You follow immediately, hovering over him. Beomgyu brushes his thumb over your cheek, giggling breathlessly. You laugh softly too. He’s so cute.

You rid the rest of your clothes off and beomgyu watches you in awe, hands resting on your waist now. “You’re so pretty.”

“So are you.”

He helps you discard of his own clothes. You lean back down, cupping his cheeks dotingly for no reason, just looking at his pretty face. Then you wrap your fingers around his cock, briefly pumping it a few times, watching the way he totally forgets about everything, hips jerking, melting into a puddle as he lets out small, breathy noises.

You stop your movements on his dick and with a wicked grin, you sit yourself on him. You slowly slide your wet folds against him, watching the way he instantly falls apart.

“Ughh…y-y/n,” the sound lands somewhere between a sigh and plea.

You grind against his poor, leaky, flushed cock harder, earning startled little sounds that his voice fractures into. Beomgyu squeezes his eyes shut, it’s scarily already too much for him already.

“S-stopp, inside, inside.” Beomgyu grabs your wrist, needy, begging.

“Ssh. Be patient, baby.” You lightly scold him, continuing to roll your hips faster, continuously, enjoying the feeling of the wetness from you and the precum dribbling out out his tip, gliding easily and mixing and smearing together, bumping at your clit and stimulating your folds.

Beomgyu shakes his head, half panting and half whimpering, eyes watering, hands twitching uselessly at your sides, his lips parted like he was meant to speak, probably to beseech you again, but only a shaken noise comes out. Suddenly, out of nowhere, beomgyu’s dick spills out cum, squirting out white onto his tummy in uncontrolled spurts. He looks down, horrified, like he can’t even believe it himself.

Then he sniffles, crying out, devastated and disappointed. “Didn’t want to cum that fast, wanted to cum inside you.” The corners of his lips pull entirely downwards.

You click your tongue. “Can’t control yourself, gyu. Hm?” You mock him, though you don’t actually care, your tone soft. It was hot to see him make a mess all on himself that quick.

“No- just missed you.” Beomgyu frowns. The mascara you’d put on him earlier, now running down his cheek all clumped and messy. He’s referring to how you guys haven’t streamed in so long with haechan and then also not really seeing each other as much as you usually would because of exams too.

You reach up and swipe your thumbs gently under eye, wiping away the tiny exaggerated tears. “Aww, you missed me?”

Beomgyu’s lips are dramatically downturned but he replies with soft sincerity. “Yeah.”

Your heart swoops. It did feel very strange to go days without properly being with him. “Missed you too.” You kiss his nose and he softly smiles knowing you felt the same. “Will you even be able to handle my pussy after so long, gyu?” You tilt your head, slipping back to teasing him because it feels easier than admitting just how full your chest feels again.

Beomgyu nods so fast it’s comical. “I can. Please.”

“You already came though.” You tut, faux contemplating, glancing pointedly at the mess on his tummy.

“I can cum again!” beomgyu quickly insists, frantic and pleading, falling for it and getting worked up, panicked, “need you.”

With that, you take a hold of his dick, feeling him slightly twitch. You lift yourself up and guide his dick to your entrance, slowly taking him in you, first his swollen tip, and then lowering yourself completely, ever so carefully, down on his entire length, until your hips meet his, enveloping his cock with your pussy. You sigh out at the feeling of finally having his dick in you again and stretching you out. It’s so perfect.

“Ohhhmygod.” You almost forget to watch beomgyu’s reaction for a second. Beomgyu has practically gone cross-eyed, mouth fully open. He’s panting loud and heavy, like you’ve knocked the wind out of him and you haven’t even moved a single bit yet. He’s resembling when you first fucked him and took his virginity, sure it’s the longest you’ve gone without fucking, but it hasn’t been that long.

“You need a minute?”

“Sshit-yeah…” beomgyu knits his brows, and groans out long and deep.

You don’t know how long you wait, it could have been like, ten seconds, but it felt like forever to you. Eventually, you grow impatient and you just grab onto his shoulders, lifting yourself up again and back down, starting a slow rhythm. You sheath and unsheath your pussy languidly on his dick, hitting deep, softly moaning. The friction is searing and hot and you can feel your walls dragging along the little ridges of some of the thick veins from his dick.

Beomgyu on the other hand, is absolutely lost in the sensation of your pussy wrapped around him. You swivel your hips clockwise, then anti-clockwise repeatedly, watching the way his jaw goes slack at this.

“So good-feels sso good,” beomgyu slurs, mouth hanging open and eyes drooping with pleasure already. He genuinely looks like he physically cannot cope with any of it.

You still want more though. Your grip on his shoulders tighten, using it to give you more strength to bounce on his gooey dick, quickening your pace but not significantly. Beomgyu’s brain is mush. He’s a goner.

You can’t even see his face anymore, the top of his face somehow buried underneath the numerous cushions on your sofa, he’s sinking into it, all you can see is his full lips in the shape of an ‘o’ and his front teeth, being able to spot the slight chip on one of them. It’s like he’s not aware it’s possible to even close his mouth at all. You laugh at the absurd sight of him and lean forwards to throw the cushions off him, brushing his wet hair out of his face so you can fully see the expression of unmistakable ecstasy that he’s in the throes of, his long clumped eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks.

He doesn’t notice any of this. He looks like he’s fully checked out of everything. And seriously, your pace wasn’t even that fast. You lightly slap at his cheek, trying to wake him up from his trance-like state, his head lolls, eyes rolled to the back of his head, scatter-brained. He doesn’t respond. You grab at his chin, facing you. “gyu, gyu. Are you there?”

“….huhh….?”

You burst out laughing, totally amused. “holy shit, beomgyu.” You start riding him at brutal pace, wondering just how much more fucked out he can get. “Imagine your viewers seeing you right now, you look like you’re getting fucked for the first time all over again.”

Beomgyu chokes out a moan, but you’re surprised to hear him speak up, voice so strained, in between gasps, “d-don’t need an audience-h-hahhh…only need youu-nggh”

You lean down, hovering close to his face, spurring him on. “Yeah? You love my pussy don’t you? Loved when I took your virginity didn’t you, baby?”

“Mmm,” Beomgyu whines out, eyes fluttering shut, nodding feverishly, saying any shit unabashedly. “Love your pussy…so glad it wass youuh…Wouldn’t— wouldn’t want anyone else…only you. M’ all yours.”

You’re truly enraptured by his expressions of you just riding him. Suddenly, you get an idea. You pull off his dick. Beomgyu whines and frowns at the lost contact, totally perplexed and wounded.

His hands grasp out for you, trying to bring you back but you ignore him, standing up off the sofa and grabbing at his dainty, pretty, long legs instead. You spread them, holding them apart by his ankles. Beomgyu furrows his brows at you and makes a small, cute, confused sound, but he trusts you with everything in him so he just completely surrenders to whatever you’re doing calmly. He’d give you anything you want, would let you do anything to him, would let you consume him completely. You hold his dick in place at a better angle for your pussy, trying to line yourself up. Once again, you’re grabbing his dick like you’re using a dildo in the privacy of your bedroom and shifting your position whichever way you want.

“What are you doing—ohh.”

You thrust into him, both hands curled around his ankles again, the way his cock presses differently inside you, angled in a way that reaches so much deeper and drags along the nerves in your spongy walls deliciously. It clearly affects beomgyu too, his face contorting into an absolute state of rapture on his features and he elicits a mangled mewl.

The position is entirely vulnerable for beomgyu, and for a split second, you can see his cheeks flush even more than they are, his mannerisms turning shy, but he almost immediately stops giving a fuck, in fact it spurs him on. He tries to keep his eyes open and focused to watch you as you fuck him, like both your sexes have swapped and he’s the one with a cunt, finding it so hot even though his eyelids keep drooping and his eye’s keep rolling back.

You push your hips forward continuously slamming them with his. Everything about fucking beomgyu this way clearly drives him crazy, fogging up and dumbing his already fucked out brain. His tongue lolls out exaggeratedly like a panting dog and moaning high pitched like a slut without restraint.

By now, the delirium has taken over the both of you, entirely consumed by the sensation of each other.

You pant, spewing random dirty talk with your eyes dazed. “D’you love getting fucked by me like this? Yeah? Want me to use you like a dildo all the time? Want that to be-ah-your only purpose? Just my toy? I’ll bounce on your dick all the time, gyu.”

“Yeah, yeah,yeahyeahyeah. Can use me, ghhhgn wanna stay in your pussy forever….never wanna leave,” Beomgyu drools, nodding dumbly, mouth parted in disbelieved pleasure, reeling in it.

You lean down to his heaving tummy, placing a kiss on his belly button and where his piercing lies, you come closer to his body, moving up and he wraps his arms around you, holding onto your for dear life as an incessant stream of moans rip through his throat.

You desperately fuck him faster, driving into him, snapping your hips forward again and again, getting closer to the edge and pulling him into a messy kiss as you do so, still clinging onto each other, eating up his garbled cries.

“Ah-gonna cum. You want it? Want me to cum around your cock, beomie?”

“S-sso much—” beomgyu gasps, sobbing. “Oh my god—”

Both of you dissolve into incoherent, breathless sounds of ‘mm— mm— mmmm mmmmm’ exchanging back and forth between kisses continuously and moaning out each others name, becoming more and more high off each other, in consonance with each other. Nothing else mattering at this moment except for the intoxicating feel of your lips against his, body pressed flush against his. The world could disappear entirely, and it’s possible neither of you would notice, so lost and gone in the feeling.

“Only you,” beomgyu breaks, words cracking as they leave him, “Only you-only you can make me feel this way, only youonlyyouuonlyyou.”

You reach your high first, clenching around him and letting go. Beomgyu lets out three different notes, oscillating like piano trills. Until a glissando of all sorts of notes slide up and reaching a crescendo. “C-cc-ccumming—” Beomgyu chokes, breath coming out in sharp pulls, “cummingcummingy/n, y/nnnn—”

You cum hard enough that your vision whites out at the edges. Paralysed by the intense orgasm, you’re not sure if you’ve ever felt that in your life and you can tell he’s like that too. Cum oozes out from his dick nonstop, spilling helplessly, replacing the dried cum on his tummy previously. You can practically see his soul leaving him, gone to the ether, his body just jelly as he sags into the sofa and cushions with a sound closer to a sob than a moan.

He still manages to hug you tighter, shaking body pressing more into yours so his cum smears on you too, clutching you. You hold his cheeks in your hands, peppering dazed butterfly kisses on his wrecked out face and on his hello kitty plaster, already slightly peeling from the corner with all the sweat.

“Ughh…I missed you.” Beomgyu knocks his head with yours.

You laugh, still trying to catch your breath. “You already said that.” You carefully brush the sweaty strands of his hair out of his sweaty face, looking into his big, soft, brown eyes, twinkling, glittery as they stare back up at yours with so much emotion and adoration in them.

“I don’t care. Missed you, missed you, missed you~” Beomgyu grins, blissed out.

“Just my pussy?” You deliberately provoke him just because it’s funny.

“Obviously, so much more than that, idiot.” Beomgyu rolls his eyes, jabbing your head.

“It’s way too fucking hot for this shit.”

It’s the hottest day of the month, sweltering. The grass is brittle and warm beneath your stomach as you lie in it, half propped on your elbows with a book in your hand. Beomgyu is sprawled on his back, still eating the remnants of the pastries you both had bought from the bakery nearby, humming in response, though he seems pretty content. There’s quite a lot of other uni students too, sitting with their friends across picnic blankets, people walking their dogs, others passing through on the path with their bicycles, bells ringing, children laughing in the distance.

It’s the last week left of lectures before you’re fully finished with the uni year. Beomgyu had forced you to come out on your free day. He’d stood in your kitchen earlier with absolute conviction, declaring that you’d promised to go out on a date. When you’d agreed to that, you weren’t aware of the weather. Even with your proposal to stay inside with the AC and continue watching the drama you both had started instead, beomgyu had refused, shaking his head and staying adamant about it. No amount of dramatic pointing at the weather app of the temperature had deterred him, unfortunately.

Now, you’re laying in the park near your campus, trying not to fucking melt.

After eating the rest of his pastry and licking around his lips, beomgyu scoots closer to you, grass rustling beneath him, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his chest on your back, practically on top of you.

“Ew-no-get off. I’ll get so sweaty!” You shove beomgyu off you, immediately protesting.

He sticks his tongue out at you with a dramatic, wounded look but allows himself to be pushed away. “Rude.”

“You’re so sweaty right now and so am I.” You point out. “I don’t want to get even more sweaty. It’s too hot.”

Beomgyu flops onto his back again with a theatrical groan, a noise of betrayal. “Woww. This is how you’re treating your sweet boyfriend who just wants to cuddle.”

Not much changes when you start dating. You still bicker. You still spend an alarming amount of time together, you still stream and go to your lectures together. It’s subtle. Just that you’re both more honest and open with your feelings and affection for one another, beomgyu especially. You can’t get rid of him. You’re not complaining most of the time.

After finishing one of the chapters of your book, you close it, setting it aside and resting your chin on your hand. You watch beomgyu with interest instead. He’s lying down with his eyes closed, forearm flung over his face, attempting to nap, chest rising and falling, one knee bent and the other leg kicked out. You contemplate to yourself for a moment before speaking. “…Are you scared?”

Beomgyu slowly flitters his eyes open, brows drawing together faintly with a curious expression. “For what?”

“That next year’s our final year.”

His expressions changes. Beomgyu goes quiet, pensive, thoughtful. “…yeah. A little. I don’t want to be an actual adult yet,” beomgyu answers honestly, squinting his eyes up at the sky, “it just feels like every year gets faster.”

You hum in agreement, fiddling with a blade of grass between your fingers.

It’s true, this academic year has gone by even faster than usual, though it’s been one that so much changed. You can’t believe the events that happened. At the start of the year, you hated the idea of working with beomgyu, co-organising that christmas performance, still convinced of the rumours about him. You’d never have thought he was the face behind your favourite camboy, that you’d end up fucking your favourite camboy in person. You definitely hadn’t expected for beomgyu to be someone you care for so much.

You and beomgyu have indeed now started afresh on a new channel named - AngelandDevil313 - beomgyu was the one to suggest it, defending it with his life. It’s cringey, yes. But you’re doing very well, even better than before, in the top five popular channels on the site, starting new had all your loyal viewers from before and reached a lot of new ones.

“I’ve had fun this year, though,” You say after a moment, staring up at the vivid, sunny sky too, squinting. “Because of you. And I’m excited for next year with you too.”

“You did that for me too.” His smile creeps in slowly, like he’s trying not to make a big deal of it and failing anyway because his smile is somehow rivalling the sun right now, impossibly beaming. “We’ll be working together again next year, though,” he says, clearly very delighted at that, pointing at you playfully, “aren’t you excited?~”

From the success of being paired up to organise the music department’s Christmas performance, your lecturer had decided the two of you were a great set and had promptly promoted both of you to be the presidents of the orchestra fully next year once the other seniors had graduated. You’re his partner yet again.

“Mmm. It’ll be fun. Also stressful.” You’re proud to be chosen though, it’s such a high prestige.

“We make pretty good partners, you know.” Beomgyu rolls to his side, elbow propped on the grass as he stares at you with a shit eating grinning. “Maybe we should start another business in the future together.”

You stare at him too, amused, eyebrow raised. “And what would that be?”

Beomgyu animatedly taps at his chin, looking up. “Hmm…maybe a cafe, hehe.”

You snort. “A cafe? We set the fire alarm off making cookies. Who’s going to be baking?”

Beomgyu thinks for a moment, furrowing his brows, but then shrugs his shoulder in defeat, totally agreeing. “Alright. Fine. Tyun and Kai can bake. We’ll handle the business side.”

You nod your head, softly chuckling.

“Or,” beomgyu smirks insufferably, “I could just stand outside. I’m sure many people will come in if they just see me and my handsome face. I’ll draw the customers in.” Beomgyu flicks his hair, flamboyantly.

You roll your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “Riight.”

“Okay but think about it,” beomgyu insists, eyes bright and a lighter brown, golden from the way the sun catches onto them, looking even prettier, his dimple peeping out too, deeply pressed in his cheek. “A live music cafe. We could perform together and have other musicians play on days too. I think it’d be pretty spectacular.”

You smile fondly, his entire idea of a cafe is so cute and endearing. You’re half-convinced already just from how passionate he is about it.

“Our channel is doing so well now. We’ll even be able to pay off our tuition together.” Beomgyu rolls closer to you, shoulders touching despite the heat, arms touching in that unconscious, gravitational way you’ve both developed.

“You think we’ll last that long?” You tease.

“Yeah,” he says. “I do.” There’s something dangerously soft in his voice.

“That’s ambitious. We haven’t been dating for that long.”

“I don’t care,” he says, simply. “It’s different with you. I know you feel it too.” he adds, suddenly shy, sheepish in the way he gets when he realises he’s being way too earnest, “at least…I hope so. I wanna live with you eventually. Stream with you for a long time.”

You swallow, eyes slowly widening.

“You’re like, my person,” beomgyu finishes, quieter. “I think we’ll last.”

Well, you’ve definitely melted now, not sure whether it’s the sun or beomgyu that’s killed you off.

Your throat tightens. The certainty in it makes you feel all those intense emotions you always feel whenever it’s beomgyu, butterflies in your stomach. You look away so he doesn’t quite see how it lands on your face. “Yeah, so are you.” you admit, quietly too.

“Wait, are you about to cry?!”

You cough, dabbing at your eyes quickly. “No. It’s hay fever, obviously.”

His stupid grin is immediate again, very satisfied, obnoxiously so, thankfully he doesn’t say anything else about it.

He nudges your foot with his. “Anyway. Speaking of, it’s a streaming night. Let’s make music in another way heh.” Beomgyu wiggles his brows, his face getting closer to yours.

You groan and shove his face away while he cackles, sunlight catching in his hair, laughter loud and unguarded. “At least we’re getting out of here.”

Beomgyu gets off the ground, dusts of his jeans, and reaches his hand out for you with a soft, lingering smile, you take it. His fingers curl around yours immediately, warm and familiar, pulling you up with an ease that makes your stomach swoop.

“Come on.”

You coat your fingers with more lube, pushing your slicked fingers once more into beomgyu’s glossy, puckered hole, trying to ease him, working him open. Slowly, you pump them in and out as beomgyu knits his brows together, softly moaning from time to time, face buried in the silk pillow, ass up.

“Mm…more.”

“You sure?”

Beomgyu rocks his hips back to meet the pace of your fingers, reaching deeper, as a form of confirmation. You slap his little ass lightly in response and he whines quietly in frustration.

“Pleaseee?”

You know he’s been waiting absolute centuries for this, so you relent, not wanting to torture him longer because you know you’ve stretched him out well enough already.

You lather more lube onto your strap on as he watches, eyes glittery with anticipation. You’d searched online extensively for a dildo pretty enough you could use on beomgyu for a stream. It’s a faint jelly pink, see through and slightly bigger than what beomgyu’s used to, and there’s hot pink little heart shapes trapped inside the translucent toy for decoration, making it look prettier. You’d even worn a frilly, light pink and white babydoll lingerie dress, which beomgyu had already lost his mind over. The juxtaposition of you wearing something more feminine whilst wearing a dick, you fucking him like that all pretty, clearly driving him even more crazy, liking the clash. You’ll make sure to put him in it too next time.

“Wanna ride you.” Beomgyu speaks, eyes cutely half lidded.

“Yeah, angel?” You lift a brow. “Should we ask the viewers how they want me to fuck you?”

You flick through the comments, but surprisingly, they all actually agree with what beomgyu wants for once, wanting to see what he’d look like riding your strap.

So, you lie back against the silk pillows yourself, watching beomgyu as he slowly straddles your hips. He doesn’t put it in yet, surprisingly, gazing down at you with a soft but heated stare, you prolong the eye contact until beomgyu eventually reaches down to cup your cheeks. He presses his lips with yours, his lips fluffy and smooth and cushiony and satin just like the pink silk pillows you lay in, wishing you could do the same with his lips. You makeout, slow and messy as he whimpers into your mouth, getting more turned on from both of you kissing.

He pulls away ultimately, and grabs the dildo, you also help to hold it in place. He puts his hands on your upper stomach as he lifts up, placing the dildo at his oiled, puffy hole, and carefully he takes it in inside of him, stretching him, lowering down and down, little by little, until the entire length has disappeared in him and he’s fully sat back down on you.

Beomgyu stills, head thrown back as a quiet, startled gasp slips loose from his mouth.

After a moment, you swivel your own hips, watching the way his expressions changes as the toy angles in different ways inside him with a tiny groan. He swivels his hips too, both of you circling around in tandem.

When he’s ready, beomgyu rolls his hips with a hiss and starts his pace of leisurely rolling his hips and riding your strap seducingly.

He’s confident with the way he moves back and forth, despite the fact he’s gradually falling apart. He rolls his pelvis elegantly, sexily purposefully with delicate, airy noises from his lips, trying to rile you and the viewers up. Doing it in a way like a pornstar and not an amateur, though he is a camboy, it’s in a way that it wasn’t just homemade porn, it’s glamorous.

It’s definitely working, when you scroll through the comments briefly - you didn’t want to miss out on the show for too long - they’re unusually more quiet, even with the view count increasing by the second, spamming less with commands. You’re guessing they’re just totally enamoured by the sight too. And it’s all for you. You’re the one who gets to see it in person.

And you know you’ve thought it, said it out loud hundreds of times, countless times, but beomgyu is so fucking gorgeous. You still forget to breathe for a second, watching him on top of you, enraptured. He’s of course, wearing his stripy pink and white thigh highs, legs draped and bent either side of you. You grab for them without a second thought, squeezing his thighs, digging your nails into the fabric hard. He whines faintly at that. Of course as well, his sparkly belly button piercing dangles and swings with the motion. It has a diamond heart and a bow. He has a collection of them.

And, there’s something new too. The still recently healed tattoo near his right hip and lower abdomen. You sport a matching one. It’s a treble clef, etched onto his flesh with an angel wing peaking out, unfurling from the curve, still lightly pink around the edges. Maybe it was way too soon to get matching tattoos with beomgyu but it seemed right. And maybe you both were the slightest bit tipsy when you had agreed with absolute conviction to get one together, and had booked the appointment impulsively. But you’d followed through with it. Both of you wanted a treble clef tattoo anyway since you study music and music is such a vital part of your life. You’d always wanted one long before. So did beomgyu. So why not get one together?

Neither of you regret it, both of you adore it. You love looking at it on beomgyu, it makes his body even more unfairly pretty. You know he loves seeing it on yours too. You bring your hand up to trace the ink with your fingertip on his skin for a second, following the curve of the wing, then he lifts your dress up too a bit, finding yours and doing the same. You liked that his body was permanently marked with you, and yours with him. Even the viewers loved it, it becoming a sort of trademark thing, iconic for you both on your new channel.

Beomgyu’s hair too, is slightly different. Soft, subtle, pink strands threaded through the dark of his wolfcut. Only recently, had he dyed some strands of his wolfcut a pink. Unfortunately, you, taehyun, and Kai had to be the ones to do it for him. All three of you had stood around him in the crowded bathroom, perplexed, trying to get it to the exact shade he wanted. Neither of you had experience, nor should any of you have been trusted and it was quite a disaster, all three of you had differing opinions on how to do it, arguing. It was chaotic and vaguely traumatic for you. You thought all of beomgyu’s hair was going to be fried off. But, somehow you all managed to get it right, the exact shade he wanted in the end. Kai had started an underground cheap hair dye business in the uni with the confidence after that. From what you know, he’s making bank.

His hair falls into his face but you still see his long lashes kissing his blushing cheeks, his eyes closed, looking like a doll in every single possible way right now. He’s truly unreal.

@angeldevil313luvr: Angel looks like such a slut 💗

@femdom_hearts: I’m going crazy. Look at the way he’s riding it. Wow 😍

@iheartsubboys199: he should just become a full time prostitute.

You laugh gently. “They’re saying you look like such a slut right now, baby, riding all by yourself like that.” Your hands slide up to take ahold of his small waist, holding it tightly, starting to move him against the dildo harder, changing the tempo and time signature. A loud, whorishly long moan rolling off his tongue at the new pace, lips parted. He’s just the prettiest little thing.

“Someone said you should become a full time prostitute, angel. You’d be such a pro.”

Beomgyu manages to shake his head. “uahh—No. only—f’you.”

You smile at his answer, absolutely pleased. “Ohh, you’re so good.” You reach up to pinch his scarlet cheek, cooing, “Such a sweet baby. Isn’t that right, darling?”

Beomgyu nods, dizzy. He’s losing control now, the confidence he once had dwindling, previous demeanor vanishing, forgotten when he gets consumed by the pleasure he’s feeling.

“Say it to the camera.” You take the phone, filming him up close. “Say you’re only a whore for my cock, angel. Only a pretty cumslut for me~”

You thrust into him slightly, toy pushing deeper in him. Beomgyu groans, noises leaving him endlessly, wrecked, voice cracking as he tries to speak up. He looks into the camera then at you with a faraway look. “Hahhh, m’ only a…a whore for your-ghh-cock. M’ just a pretty cumslut ffor you.”

When he looks like he might just collapse, you bend your knees, propping your legs up for him, his back resting against them, keeping him up. He delicately reaches out for both of your hands, threading your fingers and holding them as he begins to bounce on the silicone, up and down, lifting and sinking. You interlace them, his hair jumping with every bounce too, front layers damp, sticking to his forehead and his face glowing with sweat, making him look almost holy and sacrilegious at the same time.

“So dumb for my dick,” you murmur, making your voice more sultry and teasing the way he likes, that makes him shiver, “can’t even keep yourself upright. Should I fuck you with my cock all the time hmm?”

“N-no, Love your pussy mm-more.” There’s a thin line of drool, slipping down the corner of his mouth eyes, glistening as it trails further to his chin, eyes rolling back uselessly.

You giggle, gaze dropping lower, watching the way his cock flaps uselessly, slapping your stomach, painfully red, pearled precum trickling out lightly from the tip of his engorged head. You pull your hands away from his, and he whimpers at the sudden lack of support. You swipe the beads of sticky fluid from his tip with your thumb and it twitches fruitlessly at that. You start pumping his wet dick ruthlessly, stroking “you sure? You look like you’re loving this, going crazy for this. Maybe I won’t let you fuck my pussy ever again.”

Beomgyu’s back arches instantly, mewling high pitched, attempting to shake his head at your words but all his thoughts just disappear from the overwhelming pleasure and all the stimulation, drowning in it.

“Please, can I cum? Please?”

“No.” You click your tongue. “Don’t cum if you love my cunt more.”

Beomgyu makes a devastated sound, pouting, stressed, tears pooling along his waterline, “babyyy! But-T-that’s so unfair!”

You burst out laughing, warm and amused. You don’t actually care obviously. You just like messing with him, seeing the way he gets all helpless and panicked. “Lol. Just joking.” You grin. “But you’re not allowed to cum just yet. Hold on.”

“I-i can’t—it feels ssoo ggood.” Beomgyu whines.

“Yes you can. Don’t disappoint your viewers, angel.” You check the comment for a second and they agree, not wanting him to cum just yet, wanting to see him cum a load later instead from holding it in. You pump his dick faster, speeding up cruel, mercilessly twisting. Your other hand grips his hip, moving him yourself, slamming him back down each time. You thrust upwards with his drops down, harder, deeper, more and more, an accelerando, intent on pulling every possible pretty sound he can make out of his throat, watching the way the little hearts suspended in the translucent toy disappear in as he takes it in and out of his cute hole, making gooey noises in the process. He’s practically jumping on your strap now too and he pulls one of your tits out of your dress, cupping them and squeezing tightly like it’s keeping him steady.

“H-holy s-shit…oh oh f-fuck oh”

Beomgyu yelps, surprised. You see it instantly on his face when it hits something deep and you know it’s reached deep, brushing against his prostate, mouth dropping open, eyes flying open. His moans practically change key, tearing out of him, becoming even more high pitched and falsetto than before. You weren’t even aware his range could go that high.

You can feel his thighs tremoring uncontrollably, like vibrato on a violin, where they cage your hips. “I can’t, I can’t—i-i c-can’ttt-t—” beomgyu sounds like there’s water stuck in his lungs.

You tighten your hand around his dick, moving faster. “Okay, you can cum, pretty.” You lift your torso up slightly to attach your lips to his nipple, swirling your tongue and teeth grazing the sensitive pink bud, sucking. One slow, wicked suck makes him jerk. He clenches his hole around the silicone and finally lets go with a strangled, long yelp, reaching up into the ether. The coda of the symphony comes to an end with a perfect cadence. Beomgyu’s dick gushes, cum overflowing like a fountain, thick ropes splattering all on your newly bought lingerie, absolutely sullied. He doesn’t care though, he slumps forwards on you, between all the mess, hugging you, face buried in your neck, breathing wrecked, boneless from the physical exertion, brain dead, numb and shaking.

You play with the ends of his shaggy hair on his neck, curling the light pink silky strands with your fingers. It suits him so well.

BONUS LIVE

Beomgyu has one last lecture early in the morning. You, blissfully, do not. However, you can currently hear the alarm he set, going off blaring, disturbing your sleep, for about 2 minutes now and he still hasn’t woken up. It’s so loud, how can he not hear it?

You nudge him, “gyu,” He doesn’t budge. You nudge him harder, “GYU. GET UP.” Finally, he stirs.

Beomgyu whines, “owww. Ugh,” but turns over to thankfully switch his annoying alarm off.

He gets up from the bed, carefully disentangling himself from you, and gets ready, heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth. You merely groan and roll over, burying your face deeper into the pillow. You don’t see him get dressed but you hear all of it, rustling of fabrics, clinking of keys, lanyards, or something, attentively tiptoeing around your room to not disturb you too much.

Unfortunately, you still have to get up to lock the door after him. You yawn, face puffy, eyes barely functioning, hair sticking up. He walks out. Standing in the door frame with his crossbody bag slung over his shoulder. It has many keyrings dangling from it. That’s what was the noise you heard earlier.

“Bye, y/nnn. See you.” Beomgyu says softly, dragging the vowels of your name just to annoy you a little. He pulls you in for a little, warm hug, then pecks your lip. Then pecks them again with a grin just because.

You barely register any of this. “Mmm,” you mumble, yawning, “See you. I love you.” Then, you shut the door.

Beomgyu stands still, blinking at the closed door, eyes widening, stunned. He opens and closes his mouth, still trying to process what just happened, bag slipping off.

He replays it.

Mmm. See you. I love you.

He slowly raises his hand to touch his heart, feeling how it’s pounding against his chest. He mutters a surprised, barely audible oh into the empty corridor.

You said it so casually. Like you hadn’t just thrown a bomb at his entire emotional infrastructure before his 9am lecture. What the fuck. But, he’s a running a bit late to his class and thinks it’s best to ask you about it later.

Beomgyu walks away giddy but still in shock, legs feeling like jelly and dizzy, he gets halfway down the corridor and turns around just to stare at your door again. Oh my god.

You, meanwhile, make it back to your bed, pulling the blanket up. You close your eyes, sighing out happily-Wait. Your brain finally loads. You open one eye suspiciously, the other, very slowly. You think about what you said.

HOLY—

You sit up. Both your hands slap your mouth. You want to die. It just slipped out of your mouth so naturally like you’ve said it so many times before, you didn’t even realise. It’s definitely not how expected to say it for the first time. It’s not the most romantic way. You’re pretty embarrassed. You don’t text him because what would you say? You hope he just didn’t register it, it was mumbled and he was tired too. You’ll just believe that for now.

In the afternoon, you hear an inevitable knock at your door and you know it can only be beomgyu. You open it, embarrassed, nervous.

“Hey,” you say, scratching the back of your head. “Hahaa...” You try to appear nonchalant.

Beomgyu wraps an arm around your waist, like he’s been waiting all day to do that, a smile immediately appearing on his face. He pulls you closer to him. “Hi.” Beomgyu says softly, eyes studying your face, fond and still a bit stunned from the events earlier. Then, his lips curl into an evil, knowing smirk, not fooled for a second by your attempt at nonchalance. “Soooo about what you said in the morning~” beomgyu says teasingly, giving you the most cheekiest grin ever, his thumb brushing idle half circles through your shirt.

You splutter, flustered. He’s so annoying. “It was nothing. It just came out.” You blurt, averting your gaze.

Beomgyu quietly scoffs at your words with a hint of offence, narrowing his eyes playfully. “Really? I don’t think you can accidentally just say something like that.”

You raise your chin up, indignant, though your cheeks are heating. “It can. I say it to my friends casually all the time.”

Beomgyu let’s go of you, tilting his head, clearly unconvinced. He stares at you for a moment, silent and thoughtful in a way that seems more serious than the teasing before. He shakes his head with a quiet laugh and he starts to speak up, sincere.

“You know. You’re kind of like…a grace note in my life.”

“Grace notes are brief, though,” you blink, pedantically, crossing your arms. “Like acciaccaturas, appoggiaturas.”

Beomgyu groans. “Oh my god- let me explain first. I was trying to be poetic.”

You snort. “Okay, keep going then, beethoven.”

“Well…Grace notes are ornaments, they embellish a song, they add decoration to it. You know, without it, the phrase is fine. The song was fine before, but with it, the phrase lingers.” You watch him as he talks, he’s slightly abashed by how earnest he’s being. His eyes keep darting back to you to see if you’re still listening, if it’s landing the way he hopes it is. “Like,” beomgyu adds, quieter, sheepish, “they slip in and suddenly the whole thing sounds…better, fuller, prettier.” Beomgyu’s ears are red. “Do you…get it?”

You nod silently.

“What I’m trying to say is that I love you too.” Beomgyu smiles so openly.

There’s a lump in your throat, trying to blink away the tears. “Fuck…I love you too.” You laugh weakly.

There’s a huge stupid grin that takes up immediately on beomgyu’s face, massive and uncontrollable, stepping closer to crush yoy into a tight hug, spinning you both slightly in place before setting you back down. Beomgyu cups your face, looking at you with pure adoration in his eyes. His lips land softly on yours, kissing you and kissing you senseless. After what feels like forever but also not long enough at all, beomgyu finally pulls away slightly.

“Honestly as cringey as it sounds, you have sort of been some kind of angel, a saving grace to me. Your streams before I knew you,” you admit, suddenly feeling like you needed to confess something meaningful too, breath shaky, “were comforting to me. And as ive got to know you, become good friends with you, streamed with you…you’re just such a beautiful person beomgyu. Inside and out. I fell for you twice.”

He beams shyly, eyes crinkling into crescents, then leans in to kiss you again like he physically cannot resist it.

“You’re welcome,” he adds smugly when he pulls back.

“For what?”

“For giving you the best boyfriend and business partner ever.”

You roll your eyes but you’re still smiling affectionately at him. “Well, I was the one who suggested working with you on your channel so I think you should say thank you to me.”

“Okay then.” Beomgyu presses his plushy lips with yours for the countless time. “Thank you y/n” his deep eyes are literally sparkling like they do often around you, looking into yours like you just showed him the entire galaxy, giggling, he rests his forehead against yours, brushing his nose with yours.

You adore this gorgeous, angelic boy so much.

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♫ Now playing Angels Around Me...- Kali Uchis

A/n: omg ☹️😭😭🤧🤧 i can’t believe it’s come to end wtaf. But also wow i can’t believe I ever actually managed to finish this series. At the start I lowkey went into it blind and had no actual plans but it truly did write itself :(<3 omg I really will miss writing for this series. They’re literally my babies and this is literally my favourite beomgyu to write. I’ll miss them sm. this series felt like such a constant in my life like it’s actually watched me grow, and you can see it as the chapters go by too 😭. This fic is literally my baby. This was literally one of the first things I actually started writing on here and I got so much love with this series, genuinely so much love it’s crazy and I don’t think I’ll really get that again. Thank you to all the people that patiently waited every chapter and supported this series and sent me their thoughts. My slow ass would have never been able to finish this ever if it weren’t for that. I still see the same people liking and commenting from 2022 ily all sm 😭💕💕☹️☹️🌷🌷 wait omg why did I actually start crying 😭😭 IM EMOTIONAL OKAY :( This series means sm to me

I hope you like the ending 😭 this was a bitch for me to write and I had no idea how to end it so I’m sorry if you hate it but I tried my best 😭

I still plan to write little tiny bonus chapters for them in the future tbh I’m not ready to let go. 🤧 Anyway, truly thank you so so much for everyone that read this entire series. 💗💗

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Please actually reblog !!!!!! and leave comments !!!! guys 😭 if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated and so nice tysm !<3🙏💕🌷🌷! It’s incredibly discouraging and disappointing when fics have such little reblogs. At least send an anon in the inbox if you don’t want to rb, don’t just like. Feedback is always appreciated it makes writers want to actually write more :)

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omg why’d I get so emotional with you at the end 🥹 this series will always have a special place in my heart and I’m so glad I stuck around long enough to see this!! proud of you boo, and you should be too! now I know I can come back and read this again if I miss it sm 🫶🏼

UGH AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED WITH THE LITTLE BONUS AT THE END IM GONNA CRY EVEN MORE BYE ❤️‍🩹

#don’t even rn bc I loved this series and always will #✮⋆˙ — mooties.#ᢉ𐭩 — nia.#ᢉ𐭩 — fairyofshampgyu.#[ 🔖 ] — recs.

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