genre: swapped sexes, supernatural, smut, crack, college au
pairings: sub bp ! YouTuber student! beomgyu x gn dom ! student ! reader
synopsis: You wake up with a dick. Beomgyu wakes up with a vagina. This could possibly have something to do with the dodgy ouija board beomgyu got for free from a sex shop…
warnings: beomgyu has a pussy !! reader has a dick !!, ghosts, mentions of death, ouija board, this isn’t meant to make any sense, pretty taboo, the consent could be considered a tiny bit blurry, piv sex, fingering, eating out, pussy slapping, crying, squirting, creampie, rough sex, calling beomgyu a girl, spanking
word count: 10k
“Yo, I’m coming over right now.”
“Like, right now?” You were just in the middle of cleaning up your desk with your antibacterial wipes and all the rest of the mess that had piled up from the start of the week - some uncleaned dishes, empty ramen cups, all of your clothes that were thrown on your chair, the small bin that was pretty full by now. You’d managed to neglect tidying and doing the house chores right up until the weekend when you really couldn’t ignore it for any longer.
“You’re being in my youtube video.” Beomgyu states matter-of-factly over the phone. You can hear his footsteps, the sounds of cars and the outside winds from his end, which means he quite literally was coming over to yours right this moment.
You tiredly sigh, pulling out another wipe from the packet with aggression, your phone on speaker. “Why do I need to be in it?”
“Your building’s the haunted one right?”
“Supposedly.”
“Thennnn it’s perfect! I’ll be there in ten.” He hangs up.
You close your eyes briefly and shake your head, one hand on your hip, then, opening your eyes to survey your half cleaned room. Dealing with beomgyu, however, was an even greater effort than cleaning your entire messy student accom times ten.
He’s not exactly your best friend. That title belongs to taehyun. Taehyun is unfortunately both of your best friends which is how you met beomgyu. And even more unfortunately, taehyun is traitorously abroad for the semester at the moment, so now beomgyu has redirected his full energy and badgering onto you, because ‘you’re the next best thing’ apparently, beomgyu’s words.
You won’t lie, you were apprehensive of beomgyu at first, didnt quite like him. Taehyun was your childhood best friend. It was only ever you and him from the beginning. Taehyun has always just got you. He thought in the same way as you, a mutual understanding ever since you were four, when everyone else on the playground was wailing over the smallest of things like getting their knee a little scraped and missing their mothers after forty minutes of being in school, both of you unimpressed by the dramatics of the other four year olds, and you’ve been stuck together like gorilla glue ever since. He’s been with you from primary school, the same secondary school, all the way up until you were applying to university together. You’d ended up naturally picking the same one, the same subject, both of you inevitably stem based people.
You’d falsely assumed it would simply be just the two of you once more, navigating adulthood together. But, when you started university, he suddenly got super close to this one dude named Choi beomgyu. To be honest, you had hated his guts. Whenever taehyun talked about him, mentioned him in passing, you gained an overwhelming amount of ugly jealousy at hearing his name.
“Oh, beomgyu this, oh, beomgyu that.”
“Oh, I can’t, I already made plans with beomgyu.”
“Oh, beomgyu says blah, blah, blah.
“Oh, I’m too busy making out with beomgyu that day.”
Alright, he didn’t exactly say that last part, but he may as well have. It was like he was in love with him or some shit. They even had their own inside jokes that you weren’t a part of already.
Now, you’re a pretty good people reader, priding yourself in being a good judge of character. You like to think you can mostly already tell whether you’ll like someone’s vibe and whether they were cool and nice and genuine from first meeting them. In your head, you’d already made up in your mind that this choi beomgyu guy was some slimy bitch trying to steal your close friend away from you. You just thought taehyun had terrible perception and couldn’t see how much of a snake this beomgyu guy really was. So, you were already adamant that once you met him, it’d only validate all the feelings you had towards him and then, you could tell taehyun he was evil and not to be trusted and taehyun would realise you were right and stop being friends with him. Balance restored.
Because, well, you were terrified. Terrified that you could lose the sole person who had always been there and understood you without translation, afraid of having to go through the rest of this scary adult life with that being taken away. This had never happened before. Beomgyu threatened all of that for you.
And then, you finally actually met beomgyu on the campus cafe one day. And you do admit, it was hard not to like him even when you absolutely didn’t want to at all. He wasn’t slimy or snakey or fake. He was alas, very likeable. Annoyingly, infuriatingly so. Warm and friendly and all unadulterated smiles.
He was genuinely delighted to meet you, like you were some kind of micro celebrity. “So you’re the famous childhood friend. Taehyun talks about you all the time. It’s so nice to finally meet you!” Beomgyu's eyes were shining.
You soon realised it was all one sided, all the territorial resentment was of your own invention, that he wasn’t trying to steal your best friend away from you, that taehyun wouldn’t replace you, and that you were being totally, completely childish. Beomgyu always greeted you kindly if he ever saw you on campus alone, he went out of his way to become friends with you too, whenever it was the three of you, he made sure to never exclude you, having this habit of always checking your expression mid conversation to see what you were thinking, and he remembered the smallest things you mentioned only once in passing. He soon wormed his way into your life too. You got it. You guess you liked this choi beomgyu guy as well now.
You concluded it wasn’t the case of taehyun being taken away from you, but that there was now one more person who loved taehyun unconditionally just as much as you did. And you definitely wouldn’t hate that person, because taehyun deserves an abundance of love. ‘Sharing is caring’ or whatever shit they say. In short, you got over it. You embraced choi beomgyu in your life too. But there’s still a limit to just how much choi beomgyu doses you can take in one go.
There’s loud banging on your door nine minutes later.
You open it and unsurprisingly, it’s beomgyu, a little breathless from the flight of stairs he had to go up, hair windswept and cheeks and nose slightly tinted pink from the cold, but he's clearly very excited. He breezes past you and throws his dirty backpack onto your desk, which you had just sanitised, and immediately starts pulling objects out of it, a tripod, a small camera, a ring light. Then, he pulls something else out of his bag with dramatic flair, some kind of obnoxious, glittery, pink box, holding it up proudly in front of you.
“Ouija board.” Beomgyu grins, breathing still heavy, wiggling his eyebrows.
Your gaze travels from the box to his face and back again. “And where’d you get that from?”
“I was at that shop on Croft Street.” He’s entirely pleased with himself.
You furrow your brows, trying to place what he’s talking about in your head, and then you nod. “Ohh,” you think you can picture it now, “the vintage antique place?”
Beomgyu hesitates for the tiniest second, rubbing at the back of his neck, gaze flicking away just briefly. “Erm, no. The one next to it.”
“There’s only the…-Wait, the sex shop??” Your voice jumps an octave. “What? I thought it closed down.”
Beomgyu shrugs, trying to maintain his facade of confidence. “Well anyway, the lady, she gave it to me free with my purchase! Isn’t that so nice?”
“You bought something from there?”
He tilts his chin up in defence and puffs out his chest, expression shifting into a look of totally exaggerated dignity and defensiveness. “I can if I want to. I’m an adult. None of your business.”
Alright, fair. You shrug. “Why the hell would they be giving out ouija boards though? And why would you take it?”
“Beats me. But what’s free is free! Look how cool it looks!” He shoves it more into your face, beaming, waiting for you to agree too.
To be honest, nothing beomgyu does can surprise you that much anymore.
You let out the biggest melancholic sigh. “I miss taehyun.”
“So do I. At least he’d be giving me way better reactions than you are right now.” Beomgyu points a brow at you, disappointed with your lack of enthusiasm, but then his grin creeps back. “Anyway, this is going to be such a good video for my channel.”
Yes, his channel. A new interest of beomgyu’s, his most recent endeavour. He was now an aspiring youtuber. He'd already gained ten thousand subscribers actually, which he mentions a lot, but it was pretty impressive. People thought he was handsome, apparently, he also mentions that a lot. His goal though has been to get more followers and take the crown of the campus youtuber which currently resided to some other choi. Yeonjun, is his name you think. Truthfully, beomgyu is pretty good at making entertaining content, you've watched a few (all of them. You wouldn't tell him that though.) he was naturally so very hilarious and quick witted, you wondered how he managed to come up with such funny things to say at the right moment unscripted.
“What’s that gonna be?” You already had an inkling, you just wanted to hear it from his dumb mouth.
He’s pulling out his camera, setting it on the tripod and adjusting its height. “I’m holding a seance in your room. Okay the title,” he turns around to you, continuing excitedly with his hands in the air like he was presenting the headline right there. “We Contacted a Real Ghost in the Most HAUNTED Uni Accommodation Building. NOT clickbait. What d’you think?”
“It’s not actually haunted.” You snort.
“Didn’t some guy die like, years ago?” Beomgyu counters, “some fratboy going up the stairs drunk, slipped, and fell all the way down. Dead. That’s why everyone’s always scared to take the stairs after a night out.”
That is how the story goes. You’re pretty sure it’s fake. An urban legend recycled every year by the first years to scare each other. There’s no real news or evidence for it. “Yeah, but those are just rumours though.”
“Well, we’ll find out for sure today.” Beomgyu declares. “Now, do you have any candles?”
Both of you now sit cross-legged on your carpet floor with a circle of all the candles you own, the strong scents of all of them, mixing together and making your room have a strange amalgamation of smells that doesn’t really go well, the glittery pink ouija board placed in the middle of it and your room dimly lit, lights off, curtains drawn too for the aesthetic.
Beomgyu approves, satisfied and picks up the camera, shoving it into both of your faces. “Okay, make your most scared face. It’s for the thumbnail.” You comply, both of you making theatrical frightened faces, beomgyu fully committed to it, his features entirely contorting and making a silly face like he was crying, which you can’t help but giggle at a little.
He mounts the camera back onto the tripod, adjusting the lens with careful precision and then checks himself out, running a hand through his hair, content with how he looks. “Let us begin.” Beomgyu says in a weird, deep voice. He deviously smirks and presses play.
“Hey guys!” Beomgyu starts, switching into that slightly agitating content creator voice, his demeanour shifting. “Today we are investigating a real haunted university accommodation building! The legend goes that a student was walking up the stairs drunk after partying, slipped, fell all the way down and unfortunately died. Now they haunt the stairwell and all the students ever since…Today we’re here with one of the victims who has to endure all these hauntings on a daily basis. Tell me, how often is it that you hear strange noises and sounds? See figures?”
“Oh, uh, never.” You reply, staring blankly.
Beomgyu sighs exasperatedly at you, shoulders sagging, whispering. “You can’t just say that. This is content. Make some shit up!”
“Right, sorry.” You try again, clearing your throat and straightening your posture. “All the time. I’m so terrified.” You say gravely into the camera with widened eyes. “I can never fall asleep. I can hear their footsteps and breathing outside my door every single night.” You lean closer to the camera with a crazed face.
“oohh that’s good,” beomgyu says, delighted by your performance, clapping. “You’re actually a better actor than taehyun.” Beomgyu slowly pans the camera across your room. “Guys, just look at this place,” he whispers, “This room is definitely haunted. Look how old and musty it is. Woahh.”
You narrow your eyes at him, crossing your arms. “It’s not musty…” You mutter bitterly, taking offence. You just spent a long while trying to clean it too.
After beomgyu is done with his talking and grand introduction, briefly reading the rules it came with before tossing it away carelessly, you both stare at the ouija board, placing both your fingers on the planchette.
“If we get possessed, make sure to like and subscribe! Oh, and comment down below right now in five, four, three, two, one!” Beomgyu then turns to face you. “I’ve never used an ouija board before. Have you?”
You shake your head. “No.”
“Remember when it was trending back in the day? My mum never let me. I missed out big time.” he says faux solemnly, shaking his head, “but I’m reclaiming what was denied to me,” You have no idea what he’s going on about. “Okay,” he begins theatrically. “Spirits of this building. If you are here, please give us a sign.”
For a moment, nothing happens. You tilt your head despite yourself, trying to listen out, if you can hear anything abnormal, anything out of the blue.
“Is anyone here with us?” Beomgyu asks hopefully.
More silence. It stretches for long enough. The planchette remains perfectly still and the red recording light from the camera is still naively blinking like it was hoping to catch something too. You raise a brow unimpressed, but knowing this would obviously happen. You feel ridiculous, this whole thing is. You sigh, ready to give up already, not sure why you agreed in the first place-
But then, you feel a force, moving the planchette, dragging it beneath your fingers. Beomgyu gasps. As do you. The small triangular piece glides and stops over two simple letters.
H
I
Beomgyu’s jaw drops. “Oh my god! Guys, there’s someone with us! Hello! Thank you for joining us. Who are we speaking to?” The planchette moves again, dragging both your fingers along with it.
C
H
A
D
It spells out. You blink. Beomgyu blinks.
“Chad…” beomgyu says slowly. “Woah. Nice to meet you, chad.”
“How did you pass away?” You ask, sceptical, furrowing your brows and leaning forwards to the board.
S
T
A
I
R
S
Beomgyu slaps a hand to his mouth. “Holy shit, guys! It’s true. This is chad the fratboy! He really did slip and fall going up the stairs oh my god! This is crazy! We’re speaking to a fratboy ghost!” Beomgyu’s eyes sparkle with excitement, looking into the camera.
It slides once again, something else supposedly pushing the planchette.
U
2
S
I
N
G
L
E
?
You stare at him flatly, warning, “Beomgyu.”
“What? I’m not doing it.” Beomgyu then laughs awkwardly. “That’s a pretty weird thing to ask, chad. Haha…”
No, it’s obviously beomgyu doing this for the views. You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously, untrusting, but he’s looking down at the board with those pure glittering eyes of his with genuine fascination and awe. It’s not the first time you’ve assumed the worst of him when he’s been anything but. Still, maybe he’s just a good actor.
Chad, the ‘ghost’ tugs the triangular piece and moves across letters for another time.
I
M
H
O
R
N
Y
…
You pull your hands back immediately with a scoff, getting up from the floor in sheer disgust. “That’s it. You’re absolutely moving it.” This whole thing was ridiculous. You don’t know why you almost even believed it for a split second. Damn that boy with his sparkly eyes that almost fooled you.
“I swear it’s not me!”
“It’s literally you.” You grab a pillow from your bed, throwing it at beomgyu. He’s definitely messing with you.
He collapses onto the floor, cackling, throwing the pillow back at you. “Why the hell would I deliberately move it to ‘I’m horny’ ?”
“I don’t know. Maybe because you’re a very strange, very weird person?”
All of your candle flames in the circle suddenly flicker violently, causing both of you to snap your head back and look at the scene of the abandoned seance. The planchette begins to move, but on its own, erratically.
I
D
I
O
T
S
It feels as though there’s an immediate gust of chilling, cold wind in your room, but your window is firmly closed shut. The candles go all out, vanishing. It is all pitch black.
You scramble blindly for your light switch near you, flipping it on, the sudden flood of brightness stinging your eyes but relieving. You tremble, genuinely frightened and creeped out by whatever just happened.
Beomgyu swallows slowly. “….okay see?” He raises his hands in surrender. “It was not me.”
You reach over and flip the board upside down, absolutely done with it. “Seance over. Goodbye, chad.”
“That was…so sick!” Beomgyu blurts out, eyes wide. “I can’t believe we got that on video!”
You bite your nails, unsure what to do, freaking out, trying to process. That was weird. Super weird. Beomgyu, in comparison, seems pretty fine about it, just shocked and very thrilled at the prospect of catching a real ghost on camera, probably thinking that he’s definitely going to go viral with this.
The ghost didn’t seem that particularly threatening, it was just a fratboy, and some ghosts don’t have to be evil. But still, you’re pretty spooked out. Even more so since you’ve never believed in the supernatural. It never made sense to you, no actual proof, no logic to it. But you’d just seen that board move by itself with your own eyes. And even though you’ve never believed in it, you still never loved the horror genre, never a fan. You remember the first time you ever watched a horror film with taehyun at the age of ten. Both of you were scared shitless, deciding to sleep together with the lights on all night in the same bed because neither of you wanted to be alone. And you didn’t really want to be alone in your room now, knowing there was some spirit floating around in your building. You don’t think you’d be able to sleep at all. There’s no taehyun. But asking beomgyu to stay would be too humiliating for you.
It seems beomgyu notices your expression though, studying and checking you carefully. That attentive, perceptive, annoying habit of his where he can tell what you are thinking. He softens at the sight of you. “You know,” beomgyu says slowly, thoughtfully, “I’m…pretty creeped out right now.”
You look at him, surprised. “You are?”
“Totally.” Beomgyu scratches his head. “So uh…is it alright if I stay the night with you? I don’t really wanna go back by myself.”
“Yeah,” You nod instantly, without question, alleviated, the reply coming out of your mouth far too quickly. You clear your throat, trying to salvage some kind of dignity, “I have an air mattress.”
Beomgyu presses his lips together, trying not to smile. You really are so similar to taehyun in certain ways.
You lie in bed, flat on your back, restless, looking up towards the ceiling, still scared and paranoid.
Beomgyu is lying on the air mattress that you had inflated. It’s been three hours now. You still can’t sleep. You’re grateful that beomgyu is in the same room as you but you can’t see him at all since he’s below you, your bed frame raised higher. You still feel slightly alone. You kind of want him on the same bed as you. It would be a lot more comforting. But, you definitely cannot ask that.
An hour passes of you contemplating whether to ask beomgyu but it’s way too embarrassing.
Another half an hour passes by painfully slow, still not being able to sleep and thinking whether you should just ask beomgyu. You huff. You’ll just have to do it. Nobody else is going to do it for you. You cannot continue lying here all night having an internal debate with yourself, you think you might go crazy. You’ll just have to swallow your pride and simply say something.
“Beomgyu.” You call out lowly.
There’s a faint shift from the floor. “Hm?” You hear his response coming down from below, his voice deep.
“Are you awake?”
“I wouldn’t have replied if I was asleep now, would I?”
You roll your eyes even in the dark. “Shut up.”
Beomgyu quietly chuckles. “What do you want?”
You brace yourself. You hate this. “Will you…will you…sleep on the bed with me?” Ew. You recoil and immediately consider wrapping yourself in your blanket and throwing yourself out the window.
There’s a pause. Then rustling as beomgyu gets up. “Okay.”
Surprisingly, he doesn’t make fun of you. But, it’s not like your scared behaviour is unreasonable. The ghost was real. Not the most intimidating, a weird one named Chad, but still. It was creepy. Especially since you had never believed in them before.
Beomgyu just quietly lifts the covers up and lays beside you once you scoot towards the edge near the wall, making space for him. Your bed isn’t the biggest, so his shoulders bump gently against yours. You feel his warm presence and body immediately, feeling better and less jumpy.
“Thanks,” you mumble, a little sheepishly.
Beomgyu shifts slightly beside you, getting comfortable under the covers. “It’s alright,” he whispers gently.
You manage to get the littlest of sleep, a sliver of sleep, but at least it was something. You wake up in the morning to the faint sound of your bathroom door opening and closing, beomgyu had just gone in, space beside you empty, you feel the absence of his body on your mattress instantly. It’s colder.
You yawn and stretch your limbs from how cramped you were last night, but you immediately sense something strange. You feel some kind of weird…weight between your legs. It must be something from your shelf that fell off onto your bed and made its way under your covers, or something. You reach down, grabbing to pick it up, but it doesn’t move. It’s attached to you almost. You’re still tired and drowsy, eyes still bleary. You don’t know what the hell is going on and why this weird feeling object won’t move. You sit up, still confused. You try to pull it again, harder. It’s somehow attached to your skin? With a frown and a growing sense of unease, you move the covers off you and lift the waistband of your pyjama bottoms. You think you see something.
WHAT
THE
HOLY FUCK?!
You scream out in pure terror at what you see. At the exact same time, beomgyu screams from the bathroom, high pitched and shrill-like. The both of you screaming simultaneously for a very, very prolonged time.
This isn’t real. This can’t be real. You’re definitely still dreaming. This is not real. It can’t be. There’s no way in hell this is real. It’s impossible!
Beomgyu slams the bathroom door open with a bang, running out. His face is pale, disbelieving, mortified. “MY DICK. IT’S…I-IT’S GONE!” He looks like he’s seen a ghost, but that was yesterday and this is far worse somehow.
“I HAVE A DICK!”
You stare at each other dumbfounded, eyes wide and mouths dropping to the floor.
“WHAT?!” Both of you say at the same time again.
“I woke up with a penis!” You tell him, gesturing downwards, seeing if any of this exchange of information would help and make this make sense.
“I went to go piss and…a-and there was nothing there! I-i I have a-a vagina!” Beomgyu’s voice cracks, he looks like he’s about to weep.
“Right.” You rub your temples, trying to digest any of this, inhaling deeply, seeing you had to step in as the calm one, “Okay. Okay. We have to think about this…logically.”
Beomgyu gapes at you like you’ve lost your mind, “there’s NOTHING logical about this! At all!” He lets out an anguished cry.
You pace around your room, trying to think hard. “What did we do? What have we done that’s different?”
“The ouija board…”
Oh, right. That is really the only thing both of you have done that is different. And if ghosts existed now, you’re not that surprised if any of this can happen too. This has to be connected to it. “Do you think Chad cursed us or some shit?”
Beomgyu also frowns, deep in thought with a pout. “Nah, it can’t be. Why would he do that to us? He seemed nice.”
“He called us idiots.”
“As a term of endearment!” Beomgyu defends passionately for some reason. “I really don’t think we did anything to anger him. Maybe because I got it from a sex shop, it’s like a sex ouija board. It’s...freaky? Freaky…magic? Maybe it’s not actually chad. Chad seemed pretty nice. Just a horny guy. But hey, he hasn’t been able to have sex in years.”
You groan and flop back onto your bed in a crisis. “Shit, man. What should we do?”
Beomgyu ignores you. He’s too busy clasping both his hands together, eyes shut and whispering hysterically near your window. “I have a dick I have a dick I have my dick back I have a dick. I have my dick back I have my dick back I have a dickihaveadickihave a dickihave a dick.”
You sit up slightly to watch him, eyebrow raised. “What the fuck are you doing?”
He shoots you a glare, “I’m manifesting my precious organ back,” then he returns back to his desperate affirmations, repeating the words so intensely like a mad man.
“I don’t think that’s how it works.”
“I say we call taehyun.” Beomgyu suggests, crazed, turning around to your already defeated form, laying spread out on the bed.
“Uh, why?” That sounds like a terrible idea.
He shrugs. “He’s good at magic tricks and all that magic shit. He’ll know what to do.”
“WHAT the fuck, no. He’s not going to know. I’m not asking him. He wouldn’t even know. We are not telling him any of this.”
“He might!”
You give beomgyu an incredulous look. “He does card tricks, bro. That shit’s not going to help.”
You knit your brows and grab your phone, frantically typing into the search bar different variations of your situation. Seeing it written out is beyond absurd and unsurprisingly, no matter how many ways you try to word it, there’s just nothing there. There’s no explanation and this has never happened to anyone else online ever.
From time to time you glance down at it, checking to see if it is still really there and not just both you and beomgyu experiencing some mass hallucination. It is always still there. Your anatomy is still switched.
Beomgyu also taught you how to piss standing up in the meantime, which was a lot harder than it looks to be honest.
The two of you sit on your bed in stunned silence in the aftermath of the discovery and shock, staring off, lost in doomed thought. Because, genuinely what were you supposed to do? What if this is permanent?
“Here.” You snap out of it, refusing to spiral, reaching into your drawer and pulling out one of your lacy, pink frilly panties, handing it to beomgyu.
Beomgyu raises a brow at you, staring at them like they’re going to blow up in his face.
You roll your eyes. “Oh my god, just take them. They’ll be more comfortable.”
He slowly reaches out and hesitantly takes them. Beomgyu’s entire face heats up, turning the colour of a ripe tomato, it’s almost impressive how quickly it happens. He clears his throat. “Do you want my boxers?”
You glance down at him and then back up. “The one’s you’re wearing?”
He nods.
You gag. “Eugh. No, that’s disgusting.”
“What? Why not?”
“Because you’re wearing them!”
He opens his mouth to argue but stops and sighs. “Ugh. Fine, i’ll get you new ones…”
Beomgyu rushes back to his place, running out with his hands covering in between his legs as if anyone would notice and quickly gets some boxers for you, returning swiftly. They’re much more comfortable and they fit better for your new organ at least, but were you supposed to just accept this now? No, you’re just adapting. You’ve always been an adaptable person. You just have to adapt to this situation for now, yes. It’s the best way to react.
Beomgyu comes back from using the bathroom, cheeks dusted pink. “Peeing is still super weird…” he mumbles.
He pulls up his jeans, tugging and wriggling them into place with a small frown, but from the way your underwear is resting on his hips, they’re still so visible, the lacey fabric being seen.
You get distracted by the sight. The way the soft pink fabric sits against his hips, delicate and out of place against his usual style. It does something weird to you. A flicker of something passes through your mind, uninviting, you sharply look away, swallowing. But, you form some kind of sick idea, gears turning in your brain. It’s not a good idea, you know it isn’t.
“Okay, I’m going to be honest. And you need to hear me out…” You start slowly, testing, cautious.
“What?” Beomgyu asks, curious, but very suspicious.
You shift awkwardly on the bed, trying to think of a way to say this out loud that sounds less insane than it currently does in your head.
You take a breath, hesitating. “I think…”
Beomgyu watches you with narrowed eyes, waiting for you to continue saying whatever it is you have to say, “Go on.”
“…We should fuck.”
There is a long silence where he just stares at you blankly as if he didn’t quite hear you right, then his face twists into absolute bafflement.
“Excuse me?! Are you mental?!” Beomgyu squawks.
You hold your hands up in defence at his reaction. “Not because I want to!”
His eyes widen. “That’s not much of a reassuring clarification!”
“I-i mean-not that I don’t want to—!”
“WHAT?”
Fuck. You grasp at straws, trying to defend yourself. It made sense in your head! “Maybe it will be reversed like that! You said it yourself, maybe this is like…freaky magic!”
“What if it makes it permanent?!” Beomgyu shoots back instantly, making a horrified expression at the thought.
You pause. It’s not a possibility you had considered. Your eyes flicker around your room in thought, falling down to the pink glittery board still on your carpet floor. “Wait, we can ask chad! He has to know something.”
You pull out the ouija board and the two of you impatiently set up everything for it, sitting crosslegged once again. You place both your fingers onto the planchette and ask for the frat ghost once more.
“Are you with us, chad?” Beomgyu asks.
There’s a few minutes of silence, finally, he appears.
Y
E
S
You exhale slowly through your nose. “Did you curse us, chad?”
N
A
H
“Then who did?” You turn to beomgyu’s face with an exasperated sigh. “Do you know how to reverse it?” The planchette drags slowly across the board, almost playfully if that were possible.
M
A
Y
B
E
It’s not entirely an answer. You and beomgyu exchange an irritated look, trying not lose your temper over this dead frat boy. “If we…” you clear your throat awkwardly, “fuck, could we possibly go back to normal?” It moves immediately over the letters this time, almost enthusiastically.
Y
E
S
You take your fingers off with resignation. “There’s our answer…”
The planchette suddenly starts moving on its own again, something chad clearly likes doing. Both of you flinch.
F
U
C
K
“Oh my god…I hate this chad guy.” You mutter.
Beomgyu folds his arms across his chest with a grimace. “I’m beginning to hate him too now.”
You fold the board up and shove it into one of your drawers on your desk, wanting it out of your sight. The room falls uncomfortably quiet and heavy. Beomgyu does not make eye contact with you as he fiddles with the sleeve of his hoodie. You can tell he’s thinking about it though and you’re thinking about it more too. You bite your nails, turning to look at beomgyu, at the soft pink sitting across his cheeks, at the strips of lace still visible above the waistband of his jeans, resting high over his hips. Honestly, you are curious. And apparently it will work if you both do it so…it’s worth a try. There’s nothing else you can do. This seems logical to you, or as logical as it can get in this situation.
“I’ve lowkey always wondered what it would be like to have a dick.” You cut through the silence.
Beomgyu finally looks up at you, scandalised.
“What? I have.” You shrug. “Come on,” you continue, sitting up straighter. “You’ve never been curious to what it feels like? What sex feels like from the other side?”
He looks deeply conflicted. “This is the weirdest shit…” beomgyu murmurs.
“Well, yes, but no one has ever had this opportunity before.”
Beomgyu chews the inside of his cheek as he contemplates. You leave him to it. Because, whilst you are sort of strangely game to this, you know beomgyu is not. It’s his call.
You wait for a while to see what beomgyu will decide as he still chews the inside of his cheek, staring down at his lap. Then finally, he gives a tiny, nervous nod. “Fuck it. Let’s just do it. Let’s have sex,” he’s looking at you now with a strange mix of embarrassment and determination.
“Okay,” you reply, exhaling a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. You sit up a bit straighter, like that might make you seem more composed than you feel. “Okay.”
Beomgyu nods again, slower this time. “Okay,” he echoes, though it sounds less confident.
“Maybe we should…kiss?” You suggest, wincing almost.
“Why?”
“To…get us going?” you offer, even less certain now, your voice trailing slightly at the end. You clear your throat.
“Oh, uh, okay.”
“Okay.”
The two of you move onto the bed awkwardly, sitting opposite one another on top of the duvet. And suddenly everything feels much stranger and worse. Because it was one thing when it was all hypothetical, but now, actually sitting here, knees nearly touching, looking at each other like this and so close, is different. You don’t think either of you have ever really looked at each other like this before. You’ve never looked at beomgyu this up close and so intimately before, close enough to see the pretty mole near his mouth. The pair of you sit there for a few seconds in unbearable silence doing absolutely nothing, both of you too scared to actually start anything.
You eventually make a move first, mostly because if you do not, you think the two of you might actually stay frozen here forever. Your hand lifts awkwardly to his heated cheek, fingers brushing lightly against his skin. Beomgyu goes very still. You stare down at his lips and he does the same, nervously wetting them and then swallowing.
Awkwardly, hesitantly, you press your lips with his, brief, testing. Your lips barely brush before both of you pull back a little too quickly, recoiling. You try to kiss again before you can overthink it. It is so awkward, obviously, in the way that comes with clearly crossing a line between the both of you. But his lips are soft, very soft, perfectly soft. Yet, it’s not that surprising, they’d always seemed like it whenever you’d watched beomgyu’s lips move in a pout when he talked passionately or argued back about something, fascinated by it. His lips had an annoyingly pretty shape to them.
Gradually, some of the awkwardness thins out, dissolving and melting somewhere between some kisses and the next kisses. Until you’re not really thinking about it anymore, starting to get a little lost in beomgyu’s soft lips, your mouth caught between kissing his plush bottom lip, deeper, becoming much easier. Now, you’re making out with Choi beomgyu. Making out with your best friend’s other best friend. Never would you have thought this would happen, but maybe kissing beomgyu wasn’t the weirdest thing right now. Seriously, how did the most unlikely events manage to happen to you in the span of less than twenty four hours?
It’s getting to the both of you now, all the messy kissing, your faces tilting and moving in opposite directions continuously as you move your lips against each other, both of you kiss-drugged. It’s certainly getting you worked up, increasingly harder to think through, more fervent, your hands are in his hair, beomgyu is pulling you in closer by the back of your neck, then his hands go to your waist, gripping. You can feel the warmth of his breath between every kiss and the way he exhales shakily whenever you kiss him with more intensity. Making out with beomgyu is surprisingly very, very pleasant.
And when your mouth drifts from his lips, down to his jaw, brushing softly against the side of his neck, you feel him shiver. You start kissing his neck instead, sucking, leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses, beomgyu tips his head back, very into it, all of it going to his pretty little head, letting out little whimpers as you suck more and more, kissing the same sensitive spots on his pretty neck over and over.
His fogged up brain allows you to unbutton his jeans, unzipping them and letting you put your hand down them, slightly, slowly rubbing at his pussy through the lace underwear he's wearing, still focused on completely attacking his neck too. The effect is immediate, beomgyu positively squirms and lets out a shy little noise, grabbing to hold onto you more, hiding his face in your shoulder as he continues to whimper shakily the more you rub his folds through the panties. It doesn't take long at all until you can feel the material completely soaked, even catching on your fingers.
You pull away to tug beomgyu's jeans completely off him, leaving him only in your pink panties and his grey hoodie. The second he realises how exposed he is, he shuts his legs closed, his entire face completely red, his neck and ears too.
"Are you gonna let me see? Please?" You ask and tilt your head, cooing softly at how embarrassed beomgyu is. "I'm sure it's pretty." That doesn't really help, beomgyu just lets out an annoyed whine at you and his face somehow becomes even more red.
You place your hands onto his milky, smooth thighs instead, moving back and forth over them. "Come onn, gyu. I'll play with your pussy right. I’m the one who’ll know better. Don't you wanna know what it feels like? Your vagina needs me. She's drenched. She wants me." You can't help but burst out laughing.
"Oh, shut up.” Beomgyu rolls his eyes despite how embarrassed he is, voice going all high and whiny, playfully kicking you away. But after a moment, he quietly speaks up, “f-fine…touch me.” He brings his hands to his face to hide.
“You’re okay with it?”
Beomgyu nods slowly, still hiding his face. “Feels like I-i need it, need something…” he mumbles quietly, confused. It’s so cute.
“Okay,” you gently part beomgyu’s legs, he covers his face even more in his hands at this, slightly closing his legs on instinct but you push them wider. And you’re right, he’s completely soaked your panties, they’re so wet that you can see the outline of his folds through them, they’re basically transparent now.
You suck a breath at the sight, desperate to see fully. You push the cloth to the side, beomgyu’s newly attained pussy on display and you’re almost in awe, because it’s the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen, with delicate folds and a small clit peeking out from under it’s hood. It’s glistening, almost shining with slick too. You can’t take your eyes off beomgyu’s pussy. You swallow hard, mouth watering like you’ve just stepped into a forest clearing with a beautiful, sparkling, waterfall before you. It’s so pretty just like the rest of him.
“So perfect…” You gently trace his pussy lips with your fingers, grazing the entrance and then circling his clit but not touching it directly. Beomgyu takes in a breath, trembling at the light touching, horrified with shame, trying and failing not to react so strongly. He feels a throb inside, at the bottom of his tummy, some kind of itch he knows he himself can’t scratch, he feels this overwhelming kind of feeling, needing it to be taken care of. He peeks just to look a little at you through his fingers, stomach heaving erratically, his body reacting so needily.
You watch him as he does this. “Are you going to keep hiding?”
“It’s embarrassing.” Beomgyu groans dramatically and drops his head back against the wall behind him.
“It’s not that embarrassing. Take your hands away.” He does actually take them away from his face with a grumble, unsure what to do with his hands now, keeping them balled up on the mattress.
You tug the panties off him. As much as they do look good on him, they were irritating you now. You wanted to see more of him, all of him. Once they’re finally off, you trace gently once more and beomgyu exasperatedly sighs.
“Do something more!” Beomgyu complains, bucking his pelvis into your hand, whining.
“Chill, dude. I’m just trying to get you used to the feeling of having a vagina. It could be too much.”
“Well I’m used to it now.” Beomgyu snaps back.
You sneer at him, mouth twitching but slightly amused by how he can talk back even with how embarrassed he seems. “Tch, you’re annoying as hell.”
“So are you.”
“I’m just helping you.”
“Helping me? We need to fuck to be normal again! It’s not like I want this.”
“I don’t know, kinda seems like you want it.”
“I-i don’t.”
You raise a brow. “Your pussy says different.” You lightly give it a slap and then rub the folds soothingly. Beomgyu yelps, wide eyed, shuddering, but it’s clear it arouses him. You see his hole clenching and unclenching at that.
You can’t help but grin a little. Mangled, startled mewls slipping out from beomgyu as you continue to lightly slap at his wet pussy over and over again until his clit is fully throbbing and his folds are so puffy and pink. He looks absolutely wrecked already, despite how little you have actually done. His cheeks are flushed a deep pink, chest rising and falling in uneven little breaths beneath the oversized hoodie, slipping off one shoulder and exposing the tank top he’s wearing underneath.
“Please. Need something in it. Please.” Beomgyu gasps, a singular tear falling slowly, elegantly down one of his cheeks. Maybe you are being a bit too harsh with the teasing. With your thumb, you brush the tear away looking up at beomgyu’s teary, simmering, gorgeous doe brown eyes, some of his lashes clumped with unshed tears. You feel almost sorry.
“Aww, sorry. Just can’t help but play with the pretty doll.”
“Y/nnnn.” Beomgyu whines out heavily at you, pleadingly, brows scrunching up frustratedly. So finally, you bring the pads of your fingers to circle his hole, dipping one finger slowly into him, moving the littlest in and out. Beomgyu lets out a soft whimper and when you’re bored of just one, you add a second finger inside him. It slides easily in with an audible squelch, beomgyu winces, embarrassed at sounds he didn’t think his body would produce. You carry on pumping your fingers in at a pleasant pace, watching beomgyu’s reactions intently, loving how sensitive and reactive and new he is to all of this. It’s a lot for him already. But you’re also curious to taste his magical pussy. So bad.
“Why’d you do that—ahhhh!”
You remove your fingers completely out of him in one go, grabbing under his thighs and shoving your face into him instead, taking in the scent of his sweet, magical pussy and then sticking your tongue flat out, licking a sudden stripe on his slit, lapping at the stickiness. It’s like honey. Beomgyu tastes so good, you want to eat and eat and lick until you physically can’t, until your teeth rots from how sweet and yummy and addictive he tastes.
You tongue fuck him too, twisting, trying to reach deep. Every time your tongue drags over him, his body jerks. You decide to pay attention to beomgyu’s currently neglected clit, flicking your tongue over and over rabidly. Beomgyu nearly jumps out of his skin at this, not anticipating the raw nerves there and it is so intense, more than anything he’s ever experienced.
You decide to wrap your entire lips around the bundle of nerves instead, harshly sucking until they’re even more swollen.
“O-oh my godd- !” Beomgyu cries, flustered, taking a sharp intake of breath, screwing his eyes shut at the overwhelming sensation, his hands immediately flying to cover his face yet again. You bring the two sticky fingers back, stuffing them back into beomgyu’s cunt, pistoning them in and out and continuing to suck on beomgyu’s overly sensitive clit. His full lips are parted in an ‘o’ shape, mouth agape, prettiest choked up cries coming out of them, brows knitted together, head reeling back as well as his eyes. Beomgyu is sopping, you feel the new wave of slick every single time you push your fingers back in him. Every slight curl of your fingers making his thighs twitch. You also start a scissoring motion with the two fingers inside, spreading him open, making him squirm so much, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. There’s something almost helpless about him now.
Beomgyu shifts restlessly against the bed, shaking, clearly trying to deal with the strange, feeling building inside him. “I-I I think I’m gonna come!” You’re obsessed. You drag beomgyu down even more to eat him out at a closer, better angle, feasting on his pretty cunt, hungrily, mouth, tongue moving frantically, making your own muffled groans against his flesh that no doubt send vibrations through his already overwhelmed body, going out of his mind with need.
Beomgyu falls apart easily with a strangled cry, tears spilling over his red apple cheeks, fighting against your hold. His hips buck so much into your face as he orgasms, you think he nearly breaks your nose, but you don’t care, his legs trembling and clenching at the sides of your face, a slush of juices gushing and flooding out of his already drenched cunt. You’re genuinely mesmerised by it all, lapping all the juices up, slurping it all clean.
“T-too muchh!” Beomgyu shakes at the overstimulation, squealing and whining slightly painfully. Reluctantly, you pull your face out from in between his legs.
The sheer intensity of it leaves beomgyu breathless and in shock, utterly undone as he pants, and pants in a daze, red in the face, having never felt like that before. “Jesus fucking christ. People with vaginas have orgasms like this?”
You huff out a quiet laugh. “Yeah lol. Why? It’s much more different?”
Beomgyu nods, still panting, trying to breathe regularly. “Uh huh.”
You push your soaked fingers out of his cunt, tapping them together to watch the thick strings connect like webs.
You bring them to beomgyu’s pretty mouth. “Wanna taste your pretty pussy?” Beomgyu does so without a fight, wrapping his swollen, plump, glossed and round lips to them, sucking your fingers dry, looking up at you with those pure sparkling eyes through his doll-like lashes, fluttering his eyelids like a slut. You don’t know if it’s purposeful.
It’s only now you notice the rush of blood to your dick. You’re hard as hell, you were too focused on beomgyu to think of anything else. But it feels even heavier, aching, straining. You need to fuck him so bad.
“Can we fuck?” You ask him.
“A-alright.” Beomgyu gulps, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
You rid yourself of your own clothes, taking ahold of your length in your hands, bringing yourself closer to beomgyu’s body. You close your eyes and inhale and exhale a number of times, trying to calm yourself, firstly, slapping the length lightly on his folds. Beomgyu seems to be in the same predicament, trying to calm himself down too, he’s staring down at the scene carefully, feeling his face heat up, cheeks burning.
You start to rub your cock on beomgyu’s cunt, rubbing the slitted tip from his entrance and up to his clit, focused more on the friction with the head and clit together. The tip now stuck with strings of beomgyu’s sweet slick, is much more sensitive than the rest of it and you shiver at the feeling, both you and beomgyu gasping at them rubbing and sliding slippery against each other.
“Okay…I’m gonna put it in. Is that okay?” You brace yourself, mentally preparing for it. Suddenly, you’re reminded that this is actually a one of a kind, very awkward situation to be in.
Beomgyu nods, bottom lip caught between his teeth, he’s bracing himself too. “Yeah, okay.”
Slowly, you bring the head of the cock to his wet, eager hole, pushing it in, stretching out the delicate ring of skin at the entrance until it pops completely in with a small, moist, squelching noise, both of you gutturally groaning out. You wait a little until attempting to push in the rest of the girth inside, inch by inch, watching his face attentively as you carefully ease the rest in. You stop once you do this, allowing him and you to get used to it.
“You okay?” You brush the strands of messy hair away from beomgyu’s eyes.
Beomgyu is stuffed. He nods, blushing so hard and face flushed so much he practically looks feverish, whole face somehow going even redder, which just shouldn’t be physically possible at this point at all.
It’s so warm and soft and slippery, the length being fully tucked inside.
“You can move.” Beomgyu breathes out eventually.
So, apprehensively, you begin to test the waters. You pull all the way back out and then sheath it all the way back in the tight but softly delicate space, the searing friction at this causing you to shudder, lips parting at the feeling. “Oh…”
“Fffuu.” Beomgyu dulcetly whimpers too, it’s hard to get used to, stretched out so much, feeling everything side, every ridge of the length.
You begin a pace of leisurely rocking in and out of beomgyu’s cunt, watching the way the pretty pussy swallows your new dick whole, enveloping it each time, the motion of pushing and pulling creating more intense feelings for you.
“You’re taking it so well,” you murmur lowly and strained, trying not lose yourself in the pleasure of fucking slow into beomgyu’s goopy, gorgeous, spongey pussy.
He’s still quietly whimpering and you can practically see him trying to make sense of what he is feeling until his expression changes as he realises just how good it feels, allowing himself to relax and succumb to it.
It’s a new sensation. Being the one to fuck into rather than fucked into. You try to hit further, deeper inside beomgyu at a different angle, giving an experimental thrust. He instantly moans out loud and pretty to your ears, his toes curling.
“How does it feel, gyu?”
“Weird. I-i feel so full. Feels good.” Beomgyu barely squeaks out. His pouted lips stay parted, the prettiest little sounds spilling out every few seconds with each push in no matter how much he tries to hold them back, spreading his legs thoughtlessly even wider, both of his hands now coming to rest underneath his thighs, holding them apart for you.
“H-how does it feel for you?” Beomgyu looks up at you, curiously, thick eyelashes fluttering every time you move just right, voice trembling.
“Mm. Feels really good too.” You nod, knitting your brows, lips pressed together in concentration, gritting your teeth, fucking into his gummy walls, deeper, harder, staring down where your bodies connect, his ripe pussy just sucking you in, seeing how deep it goes every time, so greedy and hungry, growing more wet and sticky between you both.
You start to move more confidently without realising it, hips snapping into his with sticky sounds that follow. You’re sweating, it’s tiring, but it feels so good. It’s so hard to think about anything else anymore, it’s just alll consuming. You can see it on beomgyu’s pretty little face too, so debauched, glistening with sweat too, mellifluously whining continuously.
“Fuck, y/nn!-ughhhgh!”
You lift one of beomgyu’s legs up by his dainty ankle, holding it straight against you, the new angle allowing you to bury yourself even deeper in his mystical cunt, against his cervix, sickeningly enjoying the way he cries out at this. The position is far more vulnerable for him and beomgyu looks so hot like this, flustered, body jolting and bouncing along with every ram into him, your dick splitting him open. You love it.
Beomgyu is so fucked out, eyes hooded in ecstasy, dumbly drooling, soft long hair messy and splayed, red, sweaty, button nose scrunched up, biting his glossed full lips raw, you can feel the one leg you have up, shaking, like a pretty fawn. He makes another helpless sound.
“Such a—mhmm-pretty girl…” Fucking beomgyu like this is getting to you, your brain is so pussydrunk, you’re just murmuring any shit as you pound beomgyu’s obscenely puffy, glistening pussy. It’s taking everything in you not to cum so soon.
Beomgyu whines with furrowed brows and a tremor. “I’m not a girl!”
“Come on. You already look like a—hahhh-girl, beomgyu. Maybe you should have a pussy all the time, keep you fucked all the time. I wouldn’t mind.” You meanly laugh.
Beomgyu cries, embarrassed, shaking his head, but he’s quite literally moaning out like a girl right now, so incredibly loud and high pitched and airy compared to his usual deep voice.
You grin suspiciously wide at him, and then you grab a hold of his other leg, folding them both over his chest to plow into him even more, your dick carving and curving up inside of him beyond deeper, hitting such a sweet spot for him, tearing a sudden, alarmed moan to rip out from beomgyu’s mouth.
“Look at you…you love this, beomgyu, being fucked and full like a girl. Don’t you?” You cruelly slap his mushy clit raw and red as you fuck him faster, barely holding off your orgasm. You’re not used to how quickly the sensation builds, immediate. You’re not going to last long. You quickly bring your thumb to beomgyu’s clit, rubbing over it fast, knowing it will do it for him. “You love having a pussy, don’t you?”
Beomgyu’s body arches, writhing, hands twisting in the sheets, full on sobbing, pretty tears streaming down his hot face. “I do, I do! Shitshit-ohhmygod!” Beomgyu completely convulses, spasming, eyes rolling to the back of his head, pussy fluttering and clamping down so hard on your cock, long waves of pleasure completely crashing over him as you watch his pussy give out and squirt all over, juices surging, flowing, cascading out of him gorgeously and wondrously. The sight of beomgyu squirting and clenching around you completely does it for you as you moan out too, cursing, giving one last, hard ram into his cunt until you feel yourself go over the edge too, his magical cunt making you cum so hard you genuinely see stars, filling beomgyu’s hole to the brim, overflowing, stuffed with your cum that you can see a white creamy ring around your dick.
You pull out with a shudder, watching the way your cum oozes and gloops out from his sensitive hole, his pussy completely wrecked. You don’t think his hole can give out anymore cum but it still slowly drips out of him like pearly beads, like pretty pearls from clam shells. You’re so entranced. “Holy fuck…”
Beomgyu completely melts into the sheets, drained, exhausted, boneless, dry tear stains on his pink cheeks. He’s looking up at you so dreamily, so content and satisfied from being fucked.
“I think that was like, the most intense orgasm I’ve had in my entire life. What the actual fuck.” Beomgyu states with very laboured breathing.
You can’t help but kiss his soft lips sweetly again and he kisses you back. “You genuinely did so good, beomgyu. I got a bit carried away, sorry.” You sheepishly tell him.
Beomgyu hides his face in his hands again, tips of his cute ears turning red. “It’s okay. I…liked it.” For a moment, both of you just pant, laying on the bed, but then beomgyu speaks up timidly. “If we go back to normal tomorrow, should we…fuck again?”
Your eyebrows raise in surprise, before you’re grinning again. “Hell yeah,” having absolutely not had your fill of his pussy just yet. You figured you may as well if it will all disappear in the morning.
Now, you’re pushing beomgyu’s face into your pillow, his ass up in the air as you spread his pretty pussy apart, watching the way it’s still dripping, you push your thumb a little in the hole, watching it still twitch and clench, still wanting more, so greedy. Beomgyu’s head is tilted, one side of his cheek smooshed into the pillow to look at you from behind eagerly.
“Come onnnn.” He whines out brattily, so impatient, arching his back even more seductively.
You lightly spank his little ass before digging your nails into his hips and slamming your dick inside once more, pounding into his delicious, succulent, messy cunt once again as beomgyu cries out muffled underneath, drooling onto your pillow, rocking his hips like a whore to meet your thrusts, fucking your cum and his juices back in.
You don’t know how long you guys go at it for but you’re ripping multiple, countless orgasms out of beomgyu, pushing his delicate body into different positions like the pretty doll he is, spurting cum multiple times inside his pussy and all over his pretty body, because you may as well, it’s quite a once in a lifetime thing, savouring how it feels to fuck his cunt and every pretty noise that comes out of his mouth, continuing to fuck the daylights out of him.
Both of you wake up in the morning to your genitalia, thankfully, or perhaps unthankfully, indeed, back to normal. Chad the ghost was actually right.
Both of you go back to Croft Street to return the freaky ouija board to the sex shop beomgyu purchased it from, not wanting to deal with anymore paranormal activity, fine with what experience you have. But, when you stand in front of the sex shop with beomgyu, it has in fact, been closed for months now, boarded up and was definitely not open because you found out the owner had died a while back, hence why it was shut down, even though beomgyu swears down they were the one who served him. Neither of you try to think about that.
Instead, you sell it to the vintage antique place next door, someone else can deal with it. You also make sure not to reapply to that accommodation building next year and to go elsewhere. Beomgyu uploads the YouTube video with the salvageable footage he had left and it goes viral. He becomes the number one famous campus youtuber like he wanted and gains many more subscribers. He doesn’t stop talking about it. Not once.
When taehyun finally returns back from his semester abroad, you and beomgyu decide to surprise him at the airport together, running to hug taehyun’s shocked face once he comes out of the arrivals terminal. He’s so touched he nearly cries, but taehyun swears he didn’t even have tears in his eyes.
Now, all three of you are sitting in a cafe at the airport with drinks.
“I watched the video you guys did together. It was super good. It’s a funny skit. Love how you guys managed to make it look so real.” Taehyun says, watching you both.
“Haha! Thanks.” Beomgyu forces a laugh, slurping his milkshake.
“So you guys had some bonding time whilst I was gone then?” Taehyun asks, curiously.
Both you and beomgyu splutter on your straws. Beomgyu starts actually choking so much that you have to hit at his back. “Y-yeah…!” He manages eventually, eyes watering.
You rub at your neck. “You could say that..”
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A/n: idk how this reads i didnt proof read I’m so sorry if everyone hates this. I wanted to be more creative 😭 it was very interesting to write smut with the reader having a dick since ive never written that before, I’ll admit I had a bit of difficulty trying to write in that pov 😭😭 but it was fun !! upside down kiss - txt is absolutely the song for this fic 😼😼 I recommend. Babygirl let’s get freaky.
SUMMARY: You enrol into a rich ass university under a scholarship scheme. You find out the university is not only famous for its prestigiousness, but also very famous for their host club: a club with five very handsome, very eccentric boys that entertain the bored and affluent students. When you accidentally land yourself in debt to them, you're forced to assist with five events each under a different host. What can go wrong…?!
GENRE: smut, homie hopper y/n, ohshc au, mini series, dom! reader, crack, fluff, uni au, reverse harem, parody
PAIRING: sub! ot5 txt x dom! reader
INTRODUCING THE HOSTS:
Each of the five hosts attracts guests with their own distinct type, all of which are widely loved for their different appeal.
CHOI YEONJUN ! The ‘prince charming’ type
With his good looks, princely charm, and flamboyancy, Yeonjun is the most popular member of the host club, with a 70% request rate. His rose's color is white and his representative animal is a fox. Choi yeonjun was the one to create the club, his family plays a significant role in funding the university, hence why he is able to get away with having such a club. He personally recruited all of the other members and the club is something he values more than anything. A fashion major, Choi yeonjun is the heir to a global luxury fashion house. He also excitedly designs and creates many of the costumes for the host club events and members. He is the most flirty member and does the most fanservice.
CHOI SOOBIN ! The ‘gentle leader’ type
As the club’s president, Choi soobin is known for his calm authority and soft spoken nature. He is very polite and known to be very gentlemanly. His family is also the richest, with very old money and an aristocratic lineage. Despite this, he remains humble and approachable. His rose’s colour is pink and his representative animal is a bunny. Guests love him for his soft posh boy vibes, often wearing fake glasses as he knows guests love it, leaning into this image. His soft nurturing nature as the leader earned him the club’s unofficial title of the ‘mum’, whilst yeonjun is referred to as the ‘dad’ - a contrasting dynamic guests really seem to like. He also studies English literature. Guests ask soobin to create bullshit poetry for them, which they fawn over. Despite being an English lit student, poetry is not one of his strong suits.
CHOI BEOMGYU ! The ‘emo rockstar’ type
He is very brooding and emo, known for his mysterious nature which, unsurprisingly gains him a lot of attention from guests. With his messy wolfcut, guitar, and multiple facial piercings, he leans into a rockstar aesthetic that many find appealing. It is a role that sells. His roses’s colour is red and his representative animal is a bear. Unlike the other members, he is also secretly on a scholarship and does not come from an esteemed or wealthy family. He has his issues with the club, but it pays well and he does love his members. He remains deeply attached to the club and still enjoys being a host. Choi beomgyu studies music. Seems to always be tired and sleeping due to balancing his studies and being a host club member.
HUENING KAI ! The ‘cute angel’ type
Often referred to as ‘Honey Kai’, a nickname guests who favour him use fondly. Kai is known for his bright, sweet, sunshine personality and his sweet tooth. His cheerful energy and soft, approachable nature makes him especially popular with those drawn to the cute type. He loves plushies and collecting them, particularly penguins and is almost never seen without one. Guests frequently gift him penguin plushies, to the point where he now just has two rooms filled entirely with them. His roses’s colour is yellow and his representative animal is a penguin. His family owns hotel and resort chains. Kai studies music alongside beomgyu. Occasionally, beomgyu and kai will produce background music for events together.
KANG TAEHYUN ! The ‘cool intelligent’ type
Kang taehyun is known for his cold and unemotional resolve. He is highly intelligent and academically driven, taehyun is the treasurer of the club. While soobin and yeonjun handle overall planning, taehyun oversees the numbers and tracks profits, keeping track of who performs best and what brings in the most revenue. He claims to only be involved for the experience and connections it offers, treating the club more like a strategic investment. His rose’s colour is blue and his representative animal is a squirrel. Though, many guests argue he is more of a cat. Despite all of this, taehyun is known to have a soft spot for kai, who is his best friend. Their dynamic is also especially popular. Kang taehyun studies finance and comes from a family involved in finance and brokerage. He also workouts the most and is popular for his good shape and muscles.
RELEASE DATE: TBA
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A/n: this probably won’t be out until around June since I have exams lol but I wanted to post a teaser since it was fun to make and to see the reception !! This series is going to be a mini series and will probably have 5 parts for each member. Also don’t get your hopes up LMAOO each chapter probably won’t be too long and will sort of be like oneshot smuts with each member. I do have rough ideas for each member now but this is still probably not going to be plot heavy or super cohesive loll
Also tell me which character has caught your eye so far based on the profiles in the comments I’m very curious hehe…which host would you be requesting for?
synopsis: if choi beomgyu is an infestation, he’s already latched onto you, like a cute puppy that’s always trailing behind its owner. but every relationship has ups and downs, so here are yours
pairing: rodrick coded!beomgyu x regina coded!reader
warnings: oral (f!receiving), degradation, p in v, getting caught, sub!gyu, fluff + smut, beomgyu literally just beomgyu that’s a warning, MINORS DNI
word count: 4.7k
notes: yeahhhh i put this off for way too long but i fell back into the beomgyu trap and finally finished it + this one is a lot more cute couple stuff than loser.exe since it’s established relationship now hehe + puppy.exe can be read as a standalone but i would recommend reading loser.exe for shits and giggles lol + beomgyu’s such a cutie + i hope you enjoy!!! <3
forget boyfriend, beomgyu’s like your dog.
he follows you around everywhere, circling your ankles and whines when you ignore him, always seems to know when you’re about to sit so he can flop over you shamelessly.
he pokes and prods at you for little scraps of praise, pouting and whining until you relent. it’s not that different from before, you suppose.
just, more domesticated. he’s a cute puppy.
you probably wouldn’t put him on your walls anymore, though. why should you when the real thing is so easily accessible now?
trophy boyfriend, loser/lover, poster boy. still a pretty little loser.
fine, so maybe you do like him.
…yeah, whatever.
“fuck, slow down,” you hiss. beomgyu keeps his face buried between your thighs, fingers digging into your waist greedily as he laps at your slick.
he tongues at your clit, panting against you as his eyes round on you adoringly, mumbling out a half-baked, “so good.”
he spits on your pussy, forming incoherent murmurs as he admires the way your hips rock subtly into his hand as he rubs the little bud. there’s a wet patch tenting his pants that’s becoming increasingly hard to ignore, unable to help shifting around as his tongue flicks over your clit again and he runs it along your folds
“gyu–” your protest catches over a cry when his tongue fucks deep inside you, one hand groping up clumsily at your tits as his drool mixes with your wetness, “ohmygod.”
“mm,” he’s whining, the vibrations causing your vision to blur for a moment. his hips are rocking slightly, and you only notice the way he’s grinding against the bed when he starts blubbering against you.
beomgyu doesn’t falter, maintaining his rhythm almost desperately. he swirls your clit, sucking on it before slipping deep inside you, dragging through your folds before he’s drowning in you again, drinking you in like the moon. your fingers find his hair, tugging at his locks harshly and he whimpers, crying a little as his hips stutter.
“so ah pathetic,” you manage, teeth catching your lip, “wanted to fuck me so bad but you can’t even do one simple task–ah, fuck!”
beomgyu lets his teeth graze your clit, almost in retaliation, and your legs tighten around his head, caging him in. you don’t care if you’ve trapped him, the fucking freak probably likes it anyway.
his head lifts from your cunt suddenly, neck knocking against your ankles. his hair is a mess and he’s tearing up the way he always does when it’s too much, too good–
“wanna be inside you,” he pants, “please, baby, need it.”
he’s already fumbling at his pants, palming his weeping cock and pressing it against your slick folds, barely holding back from rutting like an animal.
“only good boys deserve that,” you coo, all cloying and damn fake because you need him inside you too, need him fucking your brains out until you don’t even remember how to bully him, “have you been a good boy, puppy?”
beomgyu lets out a full-on sob, rubbing his tip against your arousal frenziedly, “been a good boy, please, i promise– please, been a good puppy, need you baby, need it so bad please–”
he can barely think straight, doesn’t even realize he’s already inside until your walls are enveloping him and god, he knows you’re gonna edge him for hours for this but right now he’d take anything for your sweet, wet cunt around him. to make things worse for him, you clench around him immediately and he’s cumming, tears slipping from his eyes as they squeeze shut, lips parting to let out miserable little sounds as he shamefully floods you with warmth.
“such a bad, bad mm puppy,” you pant, still gushing around him. you came as well, he registers faintly, as slick coats his length, “i think i should punish you, gyu. what do you think?”
he flushes at the humiliation, moreso when he likes it.
“keep you on your knees, let you rut against the floor like some slut,” you pull him down to you slowly, eyes bright despite the flush coating your features, his own glassy and dark.
he’s normally so bratty, talks himself up until he’s kneeling at your feet. you’ll let him rest for a bit before you play with him, you think. let him get all overconfident again and reduce him to a whimpering mess.
“you’d be so cute, puppy.”
he nuzzles against you, barely registering your words as he sinks heavily onto you. you scowl.
“hey, don’t fall asleep on me, asshole! get off!”
“what do you think?”
you hold the paper up for momo to see, fingertips crinkling the top of the sketch slightly.
“who’s that?” momo queries, glossing over the drawing with a quick up-down-up-down.
“my art class’s ta,” you turn the paper towards yourself once more, pondering the inner ear’s structure for a moment. it looks a touch… vermiculate. unnaturally so, “we’re supposed to draw someone in our class and guess each other’s person. does it look like him?”
“kind of? i don’t think his nose is that high, though.”
“really,” you hum, the drawing’s various intricacies devolving as you gnaw relentlessly at its intensifying weaknesses, “ugh, i wish i had a reference picture. it would’ve been so much easier if it was gyu or one of the girls.”
“you can draw me,” momo proffers, throwing her head back and striking an exuberant pose with her fingers splayed across her face and her legs thrown across the bench.
“yeah, yeah,” you set the paper down on the table, the sunlight brightening some smudges on the paper as the clouds part for their moses, “it can only be people in our class and i wanted a challenge. he looks… unique.”
“i mean,” momo bites her nail saucily, “he’s kinda cute, what’s his handle?”
you swat at her half-heartedly, “save it for when we graduate.”
beomgyu happens upon the drawing while he’s excavating your backpack for his sweater.
“what’s this?”
you glance back, generally registering the lines that compose park sungho.
“art assignment. you can just leave it there, try not to fold it though.”
“okay,” your boyfriend lets it drop back into the backpack, eventually unearthing his sweater stuffed with your computer. he throws it on the bed.
“actually, could you give the drawing to me?” you turn your chair towards him, “i wanna fix a few things.”
he hands it to you, gaze locked on you intently.
“what?” you laugh, “jealous?”
“of that dork?” he huffs, “of course not.”
“considering you, i’d say i have a history of dorks.”
“...hmph.”
he walks over slowly. even from upside down he can see the features clearly. sungho’s slightly parted lips, soft eyes, wispy hair tickling his forehead. he’s never really paid much attention to him outside of occasional acknowledgements in the hallways. it’s never really mattered.
why should it?
he peers into your dressing mirror as you tend to your drawing.
“do you think i should cut my hair?” he asks, suddenly, feeling a few strands of his hair before the mirror. his lips are set in that perpetual sulkiness, thumbing at his collar with his other hand.
“no,” you don’t even have to look up at him to answer, “why?”
“i don’t know,” he mumbles, “we’re dating now, right? i feel like i should look the part.”
“you do look the part,” you scoff, “you know, good girl, bad boy. hot girl, emo loser.”
“hey!”
“your words, not mine.”
“i just– i don’t know. i think i’d look… cleaner.”
“doesn’t suit you,” you tell him, “unless you really, genuinely want it, you look better as a freak.”
“so you like it,” his lips curve widely, eyes narrowing as he locks eyes with you.
“ugh! were you seriously just doing this for praise?” you scowl, “sure, whatever dipshit. it’s hot.”
“aha!”
“what are you doing?” you frown at him, one hand on your hip in the doorway of his bathroom. his dorm is an absolute mess compared to yours, and you had nearly tripped over the guitar stand coming in.
the scissors clatter in the sink as he whirls around to face you, “oh, fuck, you scared me! why are you here?”
you roll your eyes, “to see you, obviously. are you seriously cutting it?”
“um, yeah…”
“yeah, okay, no,” you scowl, tugging him out of the bathroom, “lesson one of, like, not looking terrible. don’t cut your own hair unless you know what you’re doing.”
his head lowers, almost shyly as you analyse your losses. he hasn’t cut any, yet, although it’s messier than his usual messy.
“i thought you changed your mind,” you mutter, fingers smoothing over his locks systematically, “are you really going for it?”
“yeah,” he nods, a little too fervently for the incipient dip of his lips. his expression drops too quickly for even his usual false bravado, gaze slipping to your ankles, “i mean, no. no. i don’t know why i said yes. i’ve been standing there for half an hour already ‘cause i just couldn’t do it.”
“why are you even cutting it?” you attempt, gaze gleaning the folds of his hair in the absence of his eyes.
he hesitates for once; really pauses to think, something that rarely occurs in your presence.
“i don’t know,” he mumbles after a spell, “i guess… i thought it would make you like me more.”
“oh, um, that sounds weird,” he backtracks quickly, “like, basically what i just said but imagine it less desperate.”
“difficult thing to do, believe me,” you snort.
his brows scrunch up all petulantly at that and you fold, “ugh, fine. whatever. just, like, why?”
when he fails to answer, you step back from him with a quiet sigh, planting your hands on your hips.
“is it because i told sakura that your hair keeps getting in my mouth when we kiss?”
he gapes at you, “huh??”
“nevermind,” you dismiss quickly before he can pursue the topic, “is it because of sungho?”
silence. he fidgets with his pockets awkwardly.
“okayyyy, is it because of peer pressure?”
“you sound like my mom,” he mumbles.
you scoff, “is your mom hot?”
he gapes at you again.
“my bad,” you proffer, “come on, loser, i can’t guess forever.”
“… sungho,” he admits finally.
“i, um,” he continues ploddingly, admiring the floorboards intensely, “you were drawing him… and i thought you, um, y’know…”
“I don’t know, though,” you counter.
he pouts at you pleadingly, “don’t make me say it… i’ll sound stupid.”
“it’s never bothered you before,” you tell him, enjoying his suffering a little too much to be healthy.
“i was jealous, okay?” he grumbles, effectively boring holes into the floor now, “I figured if you spent too much time drawing and staring at his face you would get bored of mine, so i— i wanted to cut it like his.”
his head dips shamefully, voice lowering to a whisper near the end.
you hesitate for a moment, approaching him tentatively.
“i… will probably like you no matter how you look,” you acquiesce.
his head raises slowly, “even if i bleach my eyebrows?”
“...don’t push it.”
“can i go bald?”
“absolutely not.”
he breaks out into a grin almost immediately, lurching forwards to hug you suddenly. you stumble, patting his back begrudgingly.
“i knew you loved me!” he declares ebulliently.
“nope,” you scoff, trying to shove him away to no avail, “i already comforted you, i draw the line at this bullshit.”
“too late~” he sing-songs, “you’re stuck with meeeee~”
he nuzzles against you indulgently, grinning against your neck.
before long he tilts to mouth at your neck sloppily, hips shifting against you.
“ugh, stop humping me,” you huff, “you’re like a dog. at least fuck me properly.”
“woof,” he plays into it, practically drooling.
your eyes lilt dangerously, shoving him down onto the bed, narrowly avoiding knocking his head into the guitar.
you kick it to the side (pausing for a moment as you recall the dedication he has to playing it), as gently as you can to a half-hearted ‘hey!’ from underneath you.
you shush him quietly, two hands caressing his tie and tugging him upwards.
he lets out a muffled whine against your lips as you kiss him, your fingers fisting into his hair. his hands unfasten your skirt hastily, surprisingly coordinated considering his eyes are half-closed in bliss.
“pathetic,” you demean affectionately, fingers twirling the end of his tie.
his breath hitches when you pull the tie taut, gaze blurring in and out of a daze of lust. he watches you lovingly, lips parted dreamily, not really aware of what’s being said, “mm, thank you, baby.”
you let the string of spit connecting your lips fall into his mouth, his head lolling backwards. his hands fall from your skirt, entire body going lax, held up only by your hand in his hair and the other wrapped up in his tie.
“come on,” you taunt, “you wanted this so bad, at least follow through.”
it’s gasoline to his fire, as your voice lowers sweetly, “you don’t want to have to jerk off in a corner, right?”
you reach down to palm his hard-on through the rapidly dampening fabric of his shorts. he stares up at you dumbly, pawing thoughtlessly at your arm.
“you can’t even talk,” you scoff, “but that’s okay, because you’ll be a good boy! right, gyu?”
he lets out some choked, garbled mess of a sound, eyes blown wide open, hips rubbing together uncontrollably.
you sigh deliberately, unbuttoning your shirt slowly, “you’re so out-of-it already. i guess i’ll have to do this by myself.”
he snaps back into reality quickly, latching onto you with a ‘no!’
beomgyu tugs you down on top of him, your back arched and skirt flared up so that your gaze is level to his as you look down. he’s fumbling at his pants clumsily, so you take pity on him and unclasp your bra, letting him salivate over your tits so he has something to distract himself with.
as usual, his mind blanks immediately, fingers frozen for a good few seconds, before he’s practically ripping at his pants with renewed vigor. it’s adorable, you think, before you can control it. no matter how many times he has sex with you, he still never fails to react like it’s the first time all over again.
“cutie,” you tease, dragging him up by the tie to kiss him again. he’s pliant against you, boneless aside from his boner, “why would i ever need sungho when i have you right here? my dumb little bimbo boyfriend.”
you’re not sure what exactly prompts the pitiful, high-pitched keen that leaves beomgyu. from your experience practically everything you just said could reduce him to pieces. maybe it’s the situation, you decide: sprawled beneath you, choking him a little with his tie, gazing down at him like he’s the most pathetic thing you’ve ever seen even though you’re talking to him like he’s precious. he just wants to be your dumb little bimbo boyfriend, doesn’t he? just wants to stay here forever.
“[nameeeeee]…” he whines, wrapping his arms around your neck and pulling himself up to hide his face against your collarbones.
you giggle a little, “aww, are you crying?”
a pause. “oh my god, you’re crying!”
he sniffles against you as you start to pet his hair, “gyu, what’s wrong?”
“don’t wan’ you to leave me,” he hiccups, “just wanna be your baby forever.”
“aww,” you coo, cradling his face in your hands, all teary and delectable, “that’s kind of concerning, but you look adorable like this! such a cute crybaby.”
he seems to melt into you at that, slack-jawed and eyes glazed over. all it takes is a little praise and he’s a viscous mess on his sheets.
beomgyu. god, he’s beautiful.
the door is flung open suddenly. “yah, idiot, get up—”
soobin breaks off into a shriek, whirling around into the wall.
you scramble off of beomgyu, fingers shoving the buttons of your shirt back into place. beomgyu shoots up, tugging his pants back up and practically tackling soobin.
he starts shoving the other boy away, out of your line of sight.
“quick, get out!” he hisses, “i’m having the best day of my life right now!”
the older boy lets out a squeak, “my eyes are unclean!!!!! get me some bleach!!!!”
he flees down the stairs to the best of his ability, still shielding his eyes. the others glance up at beomgyu from the base of the steps.
yeonjun gives a grin, “having fun?”
“shut up,” beomgyu hisses, voice still all high-pitched from how red his face is getting, “stop ruining my chances with girls!”
“she’s already your girlfriend, man,” taehyun sighs, “at least lock the door next time.”
“good luck, hyung!” huening kai chirps.
not long after the sound of a lock clicks. yeonjun shrugs, slinging his arms around taehyun and hyuka and setting off to hunt down the escaped soobin.
you’re already fully dressed when beomgyu scampers back, snickering a little at how flushed he’s gotten. he’s still half-hard, holding his pants up manually.
“you’re leaving already?” he pouts, awkwardly zipping his pants back up.
“i did what I came to do,” you counter, “your hair’s been saved and i got my daily fix of you progressively getting more and more needy.”
“but—”
“don’t go too soft on me now,” you chide, pinching his cheek as you brush past him, “i’ll see you in humanities tomorrow.”
“see you,” he answers petulantly. it’s all soobin’s fault, he decides. but he should probably start locking his door, shouldn’t he?
yeah, he should. but before that, he has more pressing matters to deal with, already planning to dig through his hidden photos for a few shots he had begged you for and finish off what you started.
the main problem, you’ve come to find, is that beomgyu is horribly, irrationally, irrevocably jealous.
it’s deserved, in a way. you’re certainly not lacking in similar boys lapping at your ankles. but retaliation isn’t something you expected. he does too many stupid things for your attention. this is one of them.
“why do i feel like you two have reverted back to pre-dating?” sakura murmurs, staring intently at beomgyu and chaewon.
“what do you mean?”
“well, look at them. i thought he rejected her ages ago.”
you scoff, “don’t dwell on it. he does this all the time. it’s provocation.”
“you don’t ever get tired of it?” sakura frowns.
“it’s fun,” you proffer, “he flirts for attention, i give him the cold shoulder. he has something to chase after that way, and i get to be that something. it works when it works.”
“i wish taehyun would do that,” sakura sighs softly, “i’m always the one running after him.”
“i mean, every relationship functions in a different way,” you shrug, “but it doesn’t hurt to change it up every once in a while.”
a text buzzes from your phone, face-down on the table.
3:41 pm
gyu (mine): wanna come sit with me?
[nickname]: thought u were sitting with chaewon
gyu (mine): are u jealous
[nickname]: this again
[nickname]: in your dreams
gyu (mine): in my dreams you’re nicer to me :(
[nickname]: keep dreaming then
[nickname]: if ur rlly gonna stay there at least don’t lead the poor girl on
gyu (mine): just admit ur jealous
[nickname]: oh my days
[nickname]: will it make you stop
gyu (mine): only if u make it really big and dramatic
[nickname]: ill pass
[nickname]: just keep spamming ill stop replying
5+ messages from gyu (mine):
3:50 pm
gyu (mine): come backkkkk
gyu (mine): hmph
gyu (mine): ig ill have to use my secret weapon
his secret weapon, you quickly discover, really is a weapon. you nearly have a heart attack when you see him in humanities.
he looks… cleaned up.
you can actually see the skin of his eyelid. his fingers don’t have metal covering them. his tie is actually tied.
he’s chewing bright pink bubblegum. he’s wearing converse with neatly tied laces. his hair is brushed so that it sits obediently against his nape.
what the actual fuck?
“i—what—uh,” you’re taken aback enough to actually stutter in his presence, looking at him like he’s grown two heads. worse than that, actually. you would rather he have two heads if both heads looked normal.
“choi beomgyu, what the fuck did you do?”
“ohhhh, so now you’re talking to me,” he slips into his seat next to you, all smug and prim and proper and wrong, “i see how it is.”
you look horrified, “no, no, that’s not how we’re doing this. you tell me right now who did this to you.”
“i did it myself,” he flicks a lock of your hair kittenishly, “why, you don’t like it?”
“no,” you scowl, “you look so… preppy. eugh.”
“hmph,” he crosses his arms, turning away from you, “i think it’s cute. a good change of style, you know? switch things up.”
you glare at his side profile, at his fresh vitality and how endearing the sudden change makes him seem. he looks softer, sweeter like this. in truth you think he looks good no matter what he has going on; pretty little loser agenda, you suppose.
but you sort of miss the eyeliner freak and the bedhead of a wolfcut that has now been condensed into something more docile, though obviously you’ll never say anything to him about it.
something does escape you, eventually.
“you look… pretty,” you acquiesce, “i guess.”
he glances at you immediately, head cocking, “better then before?”
“no, not… quite,” you hesitate, “you look good either way. it’s less of the… uh, aesthetic and more of the, well, you.”
he’s silent, sober for a few moments. a rare occurrence in class, particularly humanities. even the professor seems to lull at the sudden quietude, before resuming the class.
“that’s really sweet,” he mumbles, looking down and picking at a hangnail.
“don’t get used to it,” you mutter.
there’s something gnawing at you, an urge in the back of your mind to do something destructive like break up with him or kiss him or something similarly impulsive. it’s perplexing and aberrant and you kick him lightly under the table to satiate the discomfort.
“ow…” he huffs, “what was that for?”
you neglect to answer him, grasping his jaw instead and turning his face towards you. he blinks, complying diffidently.
there’s something missing, you realize. he really does look better with eyeliner. you glance at the front of the room. the professor is absent like beomgyu’s dignity, so you keep one hand holding onto your boyfriend’s face and the other feeling around in your bag for the familiar pen.
“stay still,” you murmur, letting the lid roll towards his desk and focusing on his face. his large, bright marbles for eyes; wide and earnest and wholeheartedly centered on you.
“you look… good,” you concede, “like, good. but it’s missing that touch of flair.”
you can feel the silly grin that forms on his face against your fingertips, “you like it?”
you scowl, “i like you. now stay still.”
his eyeliner tends to be a lot heavier than yours, and you try to produce it to the best of your ability, leaning forwards.
you’re close enough to feel the warmth of his breath against your lips, one thumb pressing lightly into his cheek to keep him still.
“don’t blink,” you warn.
“i never blink,” he murmurs.
you pause. “you blink all the time.”
“not when you’re this close.”
…right. idiot.
you ignore him, angling his face slightly towards the light spilling in from the windows. his lashes flutter anyway, betraying him, and you click your tongue in annoyance.
“if you mess this up i’m actually going to kill you.”
“worth it,” he says immediately.
you drag the liner across his lash line, slow and deliberate. his skin is warm under your fingers, softer than you expect, and you have to steady your hand when he exhales shakily.
he’s watching you.
of course he is.
his eyes don’t leave your face for even a second—wide, glossy, like you’re doing something far more important than fixing his stupid little aesthetic crisis.
“stop staring,” you mutter.
“can’t,” he replies, just as quiet.
you press your thumb harder into his cheek. “i’m serious.”
“i am too.”
…god.
you finish the first eye, pulling back just slightly to assess it. it’s messier than yours, thicker, dragged out just enough to sharpen his gaze—something between careless and intentional.
something him.
“see?” you tilt his chin a little, inspecting your work, “this is what’s missing.”
he doesn’t even look.
“yeah,” he says, still staring at you, “definitely.”
you scoff, grabbing his face again to do the other eye.
this time he’s worse—barely blinking, barely breathing, like if he moves even a little you’ll disappear.
it makes something in your chest twist in a way you don’t like.
or maybe do.
you finish, capping the liner with a soft click and finally letting go of him.
“there,” you say, leaning back, “fixed.”
he blinks like he’s coming out of a trance, immediately turning to the little mirror in his phone camera.
there’s a beat.
then—
“…oh.”
you roll your eyes, “don’t sound so shocked. i know what i’m doing.”
“no, it’s just—” he glances back at you, something softer creeping into his expression, “this looks more like me.”
you hesitate.
yeah.
that’s the problem.
“don’t get used to it,” you mutter. once more, with conviction.
he smiles despite himself, a suppressed fondness, “…thanks. you’re being surprisingly nice about this.”
“what are girlfriends for?” you sigh, returning the smile in a more subdued manner.
“girlfriend,” it’s a full fledged grin now, as he sidles up against you, “i like the sound of that.”
you glance away from him reluctantly. partners. it’s got a nice ring to it, you suppose. better than situationship, anyway.
beomgyu and you. you and beomgyu. together. you kinda like it too.
“this is so cute!”
sakura tilts the camera so that the mini screen can capture all four of you; taehyun with his arms around her, you tugging beomgyu forward by the tie so his face is level with yours.
click!
“we should make a ship name,” sakura declares, gesturing excitedly, “like one for me and tyunnie, and then one for you and beomgyu, and one for all four of us!”
“oh, so like a foursome?” you quip, fastening beomgyu’s tie back in place.
“no, like a double date thing!”
“so a foursome,” beomgyu chimes in.
taehyun quirks an eyebrow, unimpressed, “i don’t want to be in a foursome with you though.”
“but you want to be in one with her?” beomgyu gestures towards you, brows furrowing melodramatically, “not only do you reject me, you also steal my girlfriend?!”
“that…” taehyun purses his lips, “that is not what i meant.”
sakura thwacks her camera lightly, “damn, the photo didn’t save. i’m all out of storage…”
“we can go to a photobooth instead,” you offer, letting taehyun and beomgyu bicker behind you, “i can pay, it’s no big deal.”
“really?” she wiggles her eyebrows cheerfully (you can never understand how she gets them to move like that), “come on, there’s one over there! let’s go!”
the four of you cram into the booth, skip through the logistics (“just pick a simple one, the spotlight should be the photo itself” — wise words from taehyun), and pose.
it’s a flurry of movements. beomgyu piggybacking taehyun, you and sakura forming a heart with your arms, spy poses with respective boyfriends, jazz hands, all sorts of cheesy couple things. happy moments.
“it’s the last one! we can do anything, really. go crazy!”
sakura makes a little snapshot with her fingers around her eye. taehyun pulls out a deck of cards and tries to capture a shot mid-shuffle. beomgyu tilts his head forward like he’s rocking with an electric guitar.
you decide to go with something a little atypical of you, nestling the headband with puppy ears onto your head and making a claw-like gesture.
where others would normally get annoyed, let it go, or even stop engaging – he absolutely takes it to hell.
and back.
he's definitely the type to ragebait you into mindless arguments and then remind you about it when you finally plead for more.
halfway through, you forget your name and what you were even arguing about in the first place.
cause the dick is just that good.
and he knows it. uses it to his advantage really.
your fingers curl around whatever you can find – sometimes pillows, sometimes his forearms, or even his hair – while he slams your hips against his. on whatever surface was closest.
what's worse is that he does it on purpose.
antagonizing you while he spreads your soaked, puffy folds just enough, just to tease.
"hm? what were you saying?" satoru drawls, watching your tits bounce with each thrust.
one hand traces your curves.
then rubs slow, lazy circles against your clit. your breath catches.
filthy, squelching noises fill the room as you tighten around him.
you'd been rambling for a while now, alternating between mumbling filthy confessions and cussing him out.
"you're so annoy–," you cut yourself off, breath hitching as he bottoms out. his thick, leaking tip throbbed against your cervix. "i still– f-fuck– mean it."
satoru tilts his head when your nails dig into his arms, sharp enough to mean something but not enough to stop him.
if anything, it makes his smile widen.
"oooh," he chuckles, looking down at his arms. "really scary."
you clench your jaw, squirming to grab the pillow nearby to whack him with.
slam
“w-wait– toruuu!” you plead, desperately reaching something.
anything.
with another deep thrust, your vision goes blurry and white, hot pleasure washes over you. your body betrays you – thighs shaking and clasping tight around him. the delicious stretch around your velvet walls almost makes you cum all over again.
satoru gasps and then laughs – pupils blown as he watches the way your pussy swallows each inch. a mix of his pre and your juices form a creamy ring forms at the base of his cock, dripping down beneath you.
“ohh my god– look at you, baby…” he breathes, grin spreading.
“you were talking so much shit earlier.”
he tilts his head, watching you struggle. you pout, shaking your head.
“yeah?” he hums, tilting your chin just enough to make you look at him.
“what happened to all that attitude, hm?”
“i’m–” you start, trying to catch your breath. “i still–”
you shake your head again, finding the words. “you’re so– fuck–”
your pup loves you so much! though, he can get a little carried away sometimes...
maltese hyrbid! beomgyu x fem! reader
genre : smut
word count 1.7k
warnings: sub!beomgyu, dom!mc, jealousy, possessiveness, dacryphilia, pillow humping, masturbation, exhibitionism/voyeurism, begging, use of the names "master", "miss", and "puppy", edging, brief slapping/hair pulling/biting (m. rec), cockwarming, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, not proofread <3
notes: is this picture not insane. and if i say a camboy au came into mind upon seeing it… (didn't feel like writing all that though. youre getting this instead.)
puppy hybrid!beomgyu who's the sweetest thing ever— glued to your side from the first day you took him in, so happy to be away from the cold and scary shelter he was stuck at before.
helps you around the house, learns to cook so you have a full course meal to come back to every day after work; more often than not, you're greeted by a clean house and your puppy in his cute apron, tail wiggling and fluffy ears flopping around as he runs to you— the sweet smell of whatever pastry he made today clings to him as he crushes you in a hug, burying his nose in your neck and squeezing the life out of you while whining that he missed you.
he's so, so incredibly clingy— you were only gone for a few hours, yet he treats it like it's been years since he last saw you. he sits next to and watches you eat with starry eyes, neglecting his food until you scold him to eat. even then, he simply opens his mouth childishly, going "ahhhh" until you give in and feed him yourself. the victorious smile on his face is enough to keep you from getting annoyed with him.
puppy!beomgyu who can get a little possessive sometimes— but it's a normal trait for dog hybrids, isn't it? it's the only way you can reason the way he's acting tonight. you only agreed to let him be your plus one to your company dinner after he started crying when you said no; you'd only done it in fear of him getting overwhelmed from being in such a crowded room, and now you wonder if you should've put your foot down back then.
he's quiet— it's unusual to see him like this, so reserved and observant. but, that's not what's been bothering you tonight, no, it's the way he's been looking at anyone that even thinks about approaching you— his ears press flat on his head, his mouth pulling back in a snarl whenever your male coworkers greet you— when soobin manages to get past his defenses and pulls you in a quick hug, you almost think you're about to witness a fight go down.
beomgyu's not above admitting to jealousy; he's done it so freely in the past, always coming to you with a pout and a plea to not let anyone get so close with you, to not let them "scent" you. no matter how many times you told him that your human friends don't do that, he insisted anyway.
when beomgyu had pulled you away from him, nails digging into your wrist, you tried to keep calm— you knew he'd take it the wrong way if you started scolding him to behave. you do, however, have to tell beomgyu to fix his face after seeing soobin get so nervous under beomgyu's intense gaze.
it was like setting off a ticking bomb— he'd already been on edge earlier, but you think this might've pushed him past his limits. as soobin continued to laugh and joke with you, he resigned to go sit at your table and watch from afar. and while you wanted to run to his side and make sure nothing was wrong, a part of you knew it was better to leave him alone.
puppy!beomgyu who proceeds to watch you for the rest of the dinner. quiet and calm, eerily so— his dark pupils following your every move, watching you go from person to person, a bright smile on your face and your movements so free and happy; if you had looked a little closer, you would've been able to pick up on the way he was burning with jealousy.
the car ride home is dead silent. even with the radio playing, it still feels like there's no noise at all. not compared to the way he'd been talking your ear off on the way there, rambling about how excited he was to finally meet your coworkers. when you glanced over at him, he turned his back to you, looking out the window instead. his tail thumped rhythmically against the leather seats.
he gets out the car as soon as you pull into the driveway; you try to scold him for doing so while the car is still moving, but the only response you get is the slam of a car door, and the sight of him stomping off into the house. you're sitting in the driveway for a good twenty minutes, wondering what you could possibly do to remedy the situation.
it was all just a matter of jealousy, wasn't it? maybe you hadn't done enough to prepare your puppy for all the new scents, the people, everyone approaching you— you should've known better than to throw beomgyu into such a situation.
when you finally go inside your house, it's quiet… it feels wrong, stepping in such a dark and still home, always used to the white noise of the television and beomgyu's absentminded humming. instead, the only light you find is that of your bedroom lamp bleeding into the hallway. you follow the source, ready to bow your head and apologize.
but when you push open the door to your room, you find something entirely different— puppy!beomgyu lifts his face from your pillow, tear stained and flushed, his hair ruffled and falling into his eyes. when his pupils meet yours, blown out and shiny, his hips rut faster into your other, folded pillow.
he's facing you, back arching as his mouth falls open, a broken little moan slipping from his throat. his face falls back on your pillow, and he hugs the other one tighter, drool pooling out his mouth as he thrusts deeper into the makeshift hole he's made— your eyes fall to his lower half, mouth drying at the way his tail jumps with pleasure and he cries out your name.
puppy!beomgyu who begins to cry after seeing you freeze at the doorway, brows pinching together and tears dotting his lashes as his whole body flushes with humiliation— yet, he can't bring himself to stop, and his whole body rocks as he keeps going.
"m'sorry…" he whimpers, "i just— i can't… i can't stop. m'sorry…"
your heart pounds against your chest as he continues to whine for you— his stare won't leave your face, hungry for every reaction as he continues to fuck your pillow, his eyes rolling back as he inhales the faint scent of your shampoo on the fabric he's stuffed his face into— when he finally pulls back, he takes a deep breath, his ears perking up as he catches your scent change.
"master…" he begs, "please, please come touch me— i need you, please…"
embarrassed, he buries his face back in your pillow, his whines muffled and the red tips of his ears poking out. you hear your name slip from his lips, and it's enough to have you moving forward.
puppy!beomgyu who you always thought was pretty— but right now, as you turn him over and he looks up at you with big empty eyes, you think this might be the best he's ever looked, his cheeks a light pink and his dark hair splayed like a halo around his head. when you rip the pillow from his lap, his cock bounces up and against his tummy, sticky tip leaving a trail of precum against his skin— his lashes flutter, sending you a dazed smile as he watches you undress.
your puppy has always been so noisy— so it shouldn't be a surprise to hear the way he whines and whimpers at the feeling of your cunt tightening around his cock, taking him all the way and grinding down until he's bottomed out inside you. all he can do is cry out how good you feel with teary eyes, grabbing at your hips and thrusting up to try and fuck you— you have to pin his hands above his head and scold him to sit still.
puppy!beomgyu who does just that; he does whatever you tell him to, moaning out your name and apologizing for his behavior, begging for your forgiveness while you continue to ride him, your breasts bouncing in front of his face only serving to drive him mad.
"do whatever you want to me— use me, please," he whines, "but only me— i want you to look at only me, miss."
pull his hair, bite his neck, slap his face when his hips jump and he tries to control the pace— he loves it all, and he doesn't even try to hide it. he'll cry for mercy whenever you slow down, holding off from letting him cum until his chest is flushed pink and his face is shiny with tears, calling you mean but still listening when you tell him to not cum yet.
he lets this go on as long as you want it to, letting you cum on his cock over and over again, eyes rolling back every time he feels you milking him, squeezing his length tight— but he holds off from doing the same, each quiet plea instantly shut down with a look. you let it go on until he finally breaks, his nails digging into his palms as he fights to not disobey your orders to not touch you, fresh tears spilling from his eyes.
"please miss, can i cum now?" he'll sniffle softly, blinking away tears, "i promise i'll be a good boy from now on, 'm sorry for overstepping, but please— i can't hold it anymore, please—!"
you can't deny your puppy— not when he begs so sweetly, staring up at you with starry eyes as you finally give him permission to let go; he throws his head back, body tensing and his hips stuttering against yours as he cums deep inside. it's so much, and all you can do is roll your hips against his, cooing out how well he did and helping him ride out his orgasm.
"so good, so so good— y'treat me so well master, thank you," he hiccups, his cock continuing to pump you full, "i'll be a good pup from now on, i— i promise…"
puppy!beomgyu who whines for you to stay on top of him, even after he's calmed down; who says with a shy smile that you smell like him now— and when you place a fond kiss on his forehead, brushing his hair back and telling him how good he was for you, he gets hard again.
ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Your older brother, Beomgyu, was recruited by BigHitEnt, which means him making new trainee friends and bringing them home. It wouldn't be surprising if one of them is your type. Stealing glances at him from your room while they're playing video games or when you are forced to tag along cause "you'll feel left out". Later on, you were recruited by a different company, PLEDIS. Now being busier and away from home more often, you forgot about your little crush— until HYBE acquired the company you're under, being closer to him as ever.
JUST IN ! Soloist, Choi Y/N being the next new co-host for the upcoming music show a long side Tomorrow x Together's Kang Taehyun!
pairing kang taehyun x choi Y/N
╰┈➤ smau + written parts, idol au, fluff, angst
warnings swearing, sexual jokes, smut (?), jealousy, toxic (will be added more if needed)
taglist open!
notes haha.. kind of nervous guys.. this is like my first time writing again after a long time~~ please bare with me as im not a very experienced writer.. i still do hope yall will like it! there will be some ooc moments and that i will probably have an inconsistent schedule posting as i am a college student (つд⊂)
non idol au, strangers (kinda) to friends to lovers, short mini series, emo beomgyu, beomgyu is in a rock band, OREO BEOMGYU 😋😋, readers bsf is jiwoo from NMIXX (dont ask) 1 2 3 4
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