I have been reading lights out, saw this tiktok and am drunk as fuck rn here y'all go
cw: fem!reader, smut, mask kink (!!!), descriptions of rough sex, loser!gyu turns into hard!dom, dubcon, face slapping, spanking, hair pulling, very light degradation, possessive, Gyu is taller than reader and picks her up, big dick gyu agenda and cervix fucking bc, friends to ??, unprotected sex and talk about contraception (reader is NOT on birth control), slight language barrier (reader is explicitly non-Korean (but nothing else specified)), talk of dumbification, reader is younger than beomgyu and uses honorifics (oppa is used!), the teeny tiniest bit of anal play, reader is described as a bookworm, alcohol consumption in the beginning (the smut is sober!), not proofread obvie but grammarly free is turned ON
You attentively follow the spinning bottle with your hazy eyes, trying to sharpen your focus as the alcohol buzzes through your veins. Your brain is nothing more than a ball of cotton, and you are dreadfully aware that you are polluting the air with your bullshit every time you open your mouth, stuttering on top of everything. Normally, you'd hide your grammatical errors behind your confidence, but the things you have been babbling about for the past hour would have even been nonsensical in your native language. You are a bit embarrassed; no one else seemed to be as drunk as you. At least that's how you interpret the occasional worried glances to your side from your best friend Beomgyu, who simultaneously carasses your back with his large hand. He has also noticed your state, but he hasn't said anything yet.
It must be fine then, you think, taking another sip of your mixed beverage.
Your efforts to concentrate haven't paid off at all, only realizing the bottle landed on you as Beomgyu shakes your shoulders to catch your attention. You notice people chuckling around you, but you can't tell who. "Y/n" Your friend mumbles with a small smile. "Yeonjun-hyung asked you something." Thankfully, Beomgyu chose simple words and simple grammar, being mindful of your state.
He is so sweet to you, you think, shifting your gaze towards his friend. His lips are contorted into something much closer to a grin, tilting his head tauntingly. "Truth or dare?" He, presumably, repeats.
The moment you stand up, everyone is going to see how fucking wasted you are just from a beer, a shot, and half of this drink. Or maybe you had a second shot? Nevertheless, this can't happen. They're going to make you stand up-
"Truth." You blurt out before you can finish your thought. You look up at your friend beside you, searching for some sort of confirmation about this choice that only makes sense to someone in your current state. He just continues to smile at you with slightly furrowed brows. That's.. bad?
Yeonjun laughs a bit at your eager response and takes a theatrical moment to think. Maybe he's also a bit drunk, you wonder.
"What's a dirty secret you haven't shared with anyone yet?" He asks you, adding. "Even with your friend over there." Nodding towards Beomgyu from across the circle. He always jokes about your friendship with his bandmate. Honestly, it makes you a bit uncomfortable. You trust Beomgyu so so much; it makes you question if you should be more wary.
You dismiss this thought as quickly as it popped into your head, rather using the remaining working 25% of your brain power to answer the question. "Every book I read is about sex." You confess the first thought that popped into your head, remembering the novel you indulged in during your commute here. You add. "I can't read a book that doesn't revolve around it." You hear Beomgyu choke, whipping your head around to look at him cough into his hand. You reach out to him, wanting to stroke his cheek with concern, but you get distracted by Taeyhun's assertive voice in response to your admission. "But every time I see you, you are buried in a book?"
You just nod, plainly, too numb by the alcohol to feel shame. "They're not Korean, so I am not worried that anyone knows what I am reading. The genre is called dark romance. There is a romance aspect, of course, but if I am being honest, it's mostly about two people who like each other who have kinky sex." You used the English word "kinky", not bothered by the fact that maybe not everyone understood the load this word entails.
Beomgyu's voice is a bit rougher, lower, after coughing so much, as he finally speaks up. "You only need to answer one question, y/n, you can spin the bottle now." And you do so, urging the next person who picked "dare" to lick the big toe of their friend to the left.
A few hours have passed, and you find yourself cuddled onto Beomgyu's shoulder on the couch, the group's attendance halved by now. They're talking about something, something you aren't concerned with. You are tired and ready to go home as well. Social outings are a bit draining anyway; they are even more overwhelming in a foreign language. Your friend is so cuddly, though, you physically can't rip yourself off of his warm embrace. Beomgyu's head is leaning on top of yours, sometimes rubbing himself into your hair like a cat. Overall, the brunette is very slim, his shoulder a bit bony against your temple. His bicep, however, protectively wrapped around your shoulders, is nice and firm. He recently started hitting the gym again, and you can tell. He looks really hot lately.
"Hey." He whispers, low enough that the others can't catch it, loud enough for you to understand. "What book are you reading right now?"
The drink you sip on is a water bottle, since you decided to sober up a few moments ago. However, the body needs a while to digest the alcohol, hydrated or not. You clearly aren't fully sober yet, as you bluntly talk about the plot. "I am reading "Lights Out", it's a book about a nurse who likes a content creator. He always wears a mask in his videos; they are a bit perverted." You summarize the subject matter, unsure how to describe a "thirst trap" in Korean and too gone to think about it. "One day, he breaks into her house because he knows her in real life and has a crush. Yada yada... skipping some stuff, they have sex while he wears the mask to hide his identity. He is a bit mean to her in bed, but that's not scary; it's sexy, because he likes her, you know? He doesn't want to hurt her and knows she is into these things, because she kept commenting under his videos." You spare him the rest of the book, just realizing mid-ramble how crazy and inappropriate you sound. He doesn't react for a moment; his fingers, which have been stroking the plush of your hips, halt.
"You..." He begins, sounding unsure. "You like that stuff?" You can feel his head turn on top of yours, away from the crowd, deeper into the cushions behind you.
"I don't... know..." You mumble, also growing self-conscious now. "I mean, it's not... rape... You know? She recognized him by his mask, and they texted on social media before anything happened. She didn't know the identity at first, but she was sure it was the content creator she had been following. I wouldn't sleep with a guy whom I don't recognize!" Your voice rises at the end just slightly, just to dip lower again for the last sentence. "But the uncertainty is... hot..."
You hear him swallow. "And you also like how rough he got?" His fingernails clench into your hip.
"He wasn't hurting her!" You rebutted, panicked, feeling a bit defensive. Beomgyu raises his head, his other hand grabbing your chin to make you look at him.
"That's not what I said." He replies, stern eyes searching for something in yours. "I asked if you like it rough." The last part is accentuated, as his voice drops lower. This time, it's not from a cough, though.
You lower your gaze, anyway. "He likes her. And he doesn't know what to do with himself." You start to justify yourself. "So it's fine if he gets a bit... frustrated."
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A few days have passed since you humiliated yourself at that house party. You have absolutely shared too much about yourself, especially with Beomgyu. You can tell you made him uncomfortable due to the limited communication you had with him since then. Usually, you'd chat a lot, occasionally game a bit over a phone call if both of your jobs allowed it... But it has been near crickets since last weekend.
You had been working yourself up about it the past nights, but this can't go on. You need to get your thoughts in order, and then you can apologize to Beomgyu. Tonight calls for a self-care night, you think, stripping yourself to take an everything-shower.
After getting out, you put on your favorite pajama set, a cute tank top, and some shorts. Just as you start to work on some hot tea, someone knocks on the front door of your apartment. It's late, you don't expect anyone, but you just waltz towards the noise and open the door without a second thought, with your feigned optimism for tonight.
You immediately regret this decision, as your body shudders in angst before you can even compute what is happening in front of you. A tall yet slim man, in a black T-Shirt, sweatpants, and a pair of beat-up sneakers, stands in front of you, a mask you recognize from somewhere hiding his face.
"Do I know you?" You ask, immediately realizing how idiotic your reaction is. A killer wouldn't tell you his full government name, even if he planned to kill you, you remind yourself.
"I wouldn't have knocked if I planned to hurt you." He tells you plainly, clearly noticing your fear. His hands ball into fists just to stretch his fingers right after, failing to hide his own nerves as well. You would recognize this voice even in a crowd, anyway.
"Well..." You say, stepping aside to let Beomgyu inside. You expect him to take the mask off with a sly joke about your pervy books, breaking the ice, just as he usually would in uncomfortable situations that he wants to resolve. What you didn't expect was for him to slam the door shut with a bang, keeping the mask on.
Both of you are silent as he turns the lock behind him.
He swiftly slips his sneakers off, walking towards you. "This is how easily you let strange men inside, huh?" He asks, trailing after you as you begin to take a few steps back. He starts to tower over you, decreasing the distance. His pointy shoulders accentuate his size, especially in comparison to yours, as he grabs them with both hands to stop you from walking away. "You're a naughty little thing..." He mumbles, leaning down. The plastic around his nose is just a few centimeters away from your face.
"I recognize your voice." You defend yourself with a weak voice, knees wobbling. You are emotionally, mentally, and physically unsure if you should react with arousal or fright.
"How can you be sure?" He questions, turning you around just to force you with your back against the wall of your hallway, fixating you with his thigh between your legs. He adds, five long fingers trailing up your throat behind your ear, to cup your head.
"You told me you wouldn't hurt me." You whimper, feeling your cunt stick meekly against your panties.
"That's reason enough to let an intruder inside?" His deep voice mumbles behind the mask, the other hand trailing down your upper body. His thumb barely grazes your nipple, thinly covered by the cotton of your top. You bite your lower lip in retaliation, your own nails digging into the strained muscles of his biceps. After making a point by squeezing your waistline, he dips his four fingers under the band of your shorts, pushing them down your hipbones. He continues. "I didn't think you'd be this naive..."
You breathe hard, head spinning. Your best friend surprised you at your front door in the middle of the night, wearing a mask from some horror franchise, hand inside your pants... And your clit pulsates between your folds, just waiting to be caressed by him.
This is too good to be true, you think, you definitely should use this opportunity and play along.
"I'm sorry..." You apologize, turning your head to the side with a pout. "I couldn't help myself." Your voice is airy, putting on a bit of a show.
You didn't know what to expect, but it definitely wasn't that he'd groan. You knew his voice was naturally a bit on the deeper side, especially if he spoke comfortably in his dialect, but you had never heard such an animalistic sound leave your otherwise timid friend.
You're not the only one turned on by this.
Despite your mocking thoughts, you're the one left whining as he pulls his warm hands out of your shorts. He steps back, but before you can protest, you feel his slender fingers cupping your butt cheeks from below, lifting you up in one swift heave. You wrap your arms around his neck, your face clumsily leaning against the cold mask to steady yourself (and your nerves).
Confident strides take you to your bedroom, further confirming the masked man is your bestie who has been inside your apartment plenty of times before. Of course, you are comforted by the fact that you didn't actually allow a stranger inside your living space as he implied, but that you are aroused that it's Beomgyu still caught you a bit off guard.
He carefully sets you down, raising his hands to cup your cheeks, squeezing them together a bit. You are staring into whatever is left to see of his eyes, a net obscuring the dark orbs you love to get lost in usually. You can see how excited, or perhaps nervous, he is by the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He speaks up again after clearing his throat. "You'll learn how reckless you are being..." His voice trembles as he takes a step back to sit down on the cushions of your bed, pushing his dark hair back. The sleeve he's wearing underneath the disguise doesn't cover any of the long strands or his ears, allowing you to tell how red they are getting. He continues, leaning back a bit. "Take off your clothes."
You swallow at the command. He isn't being particularly assertive, but something in you still makes you want to follow his order. Maybe you have wanted to fuck your best friend all this time. Who could blame you?
Despite your heavy breathing, you are gathering all your courage, just as he is, and shyly begin by lifting the fabric of the top up closer to your boobs.
He is patient. Even though you can't see his face, you know he is following you attentively. Before you allow your heart to sink into your pants, you lift the thin cotton over your head and discard it onto the lower end of the bed. Your nipples are already erect, putting yourself a bit on display as you squeeze your tits closer together, leaning forward to pull down your bottoms. Beomgyu's labored breathing gives you the final boost of confidence you need to finally roll them over your hips, stepping out to stand nude in front of him.
You rub your thighs together, growing increasingly embarrassed, looking into the blank stare of the mask.
"Mhh..." He begins, after a moment of torturous silence.
"Maybe you're not naughty..." He mumbles, spreading his legs.
"Or naive..." He unties his sweatpants, pulling them and his boxers down his pelvis.
"But just a bit dumb?" He asks, his thick, veiny cock jumping out of his undies, already leaking.
The size of that thing already breaks you, your walls fluttering against nothing just at the thought of him bullying it into you. You guessed he was packing, but not like this.
Beomgyu's chest rises and falls hectically, but he's trying to keep his composure as he begins to slowly stroke his dick to the sight of your bare body. Your mouth is watering at the way his long fingers fully engulf the girthy base of his cock, how he trails them up his shaft just to twist his wrist over the pink-ish head. Before you can help yourself, you are dropping to your knees, opening your mouth, and sticking out your tongue in need.
You can actually hear him let out a breath he seemed to be holding all this time, still trembling as he pulls you closer by the back of your head. You prop your body up by holding onto his thighs, as he slowly drags your mouth towards the tip of his dick. The moment your pointed tongue meets the salty hole of his cock, his abs and grip simultaneously tighten. He pulls you further down, carefully not to choke you with his length. You don't need to do any work, since he's bobbing your head up and down his tip by your hair, gradually building up a rhythm that seems to be getting him to release. He is holding back his noises, only allowing you to listen to his breathing and the occasional groan. Your throat burns at the stretch, your head dizzy as you're barely able to breathe through your nose. You try to look up with teary eyes, almost a bit disappointed to only see the mask staring back down at you with its unchanged expression.
You are wondering what kind of faces Beomgyu is making right now... Is he close?
A couple more bobs down his shaft before he finally pulls you off of him, only letting you take one deep breath before whipping his other, free hand across your cheek. You cry out at the impact, a stinging pain shooting through your face, forcing tears into your waterline. "Who else are you allowing to use you like this?" He practically spits, sounding surprisingly upset despite getting his cock worshipped just before. You just look at him with big eyes, neither reacting nor answering, making him steady your head by your hair and strike the same cheek yet again.
"Answer me!" He urges you, a burn pooling at your hair follicles due to the tension.
"No one!" You reply, in haste, your neglected pussy cooling at the air, twitching in arousal. "I have told you... I am not sleeping with anyone I don't recognize!" You are reusing your words from last weekend, not pretending to not know it's his cock you are watching jerk right in front of you.
You are more bothered by the mask's neutrality than you would have anticipated, especially in moments like these. It makes you wonder how mad he actually is with you.
It makes you second-guess why he is putting his rock-hard cock back into his pants, slowly scooting off the bed to crouch next to you on the floor.
He is telling you something, presumably an order, but the only word you really understand is 'bed'. Your body is shaking, head spinning, cunt aching; your brain has officially malfunctioned. Did the shake from the slaps loosen any screws? Or has the growing knot inside your lower belly taken over your body? You are actually proud of yourself for perfectly understanding everything up until this point; a misunderstanding was sort of bound to happen eventually.
Normally, if you didn't quite catch what Beomgyu told you, you'd sheepishly ask him to elaborate. He would catch on and use simpler terms to explain what he had meant to say. This, however, is not a 'normal situation'. You're just staring at him, unsure how to react. You realize he is not nearly as understanding as he would otherwise be.
"Y/n." His voice is no longer trembling, no longer sounding hesitant. He sounds threatening. Sweetly, deliciously, threatening.
He swears. "Listen to what I am fucking saying."
He uses one of his big hands to push you down by your shoulder blades, forcing you to lean over your mattress with your upper body.
"Stay down and take it." He slurs into your ear, hovering over you for a moment just to pull back.
"You're a dumb girl..." Beomgyu starts, not allowing you a second to digest what he has called you yet again before he swings his flat hand back and whips it over your bare ass, striking the sensitive skin closest to your heat.
"Who lets any man fuck your throat..." He continues, hitting the same spot again. His other hand holds down your lower back as you whine and squirm under the pain.
"As long as they remind you of your best friend?" Finishing his question with one hard slap against your dripping pussy. The sharp, wet smack sends bolts of pleasure up your body, leaving your thighs shaking in want.
The fact that he is practically competing with himself leaves you confused and turned on at the same time. He's trying to make you question his identity, apparently not even realizing that no one else but him has had this conversation with you. Oddly, your heart swells; something must be seriously wrong with you for finding this cute right now. You are still welcoming this possessive side, though. You edge him on by wiggling your hips side to side, wanting more, more of whatever he is going to give you.
Beomgyu lets out a low groan again, using both hands to spread your butt cheeks, one thumb rolling down the side of your folds.
"I want him so badly..." You whimper, feeling your own eyes roll slightly inside your skull, feeling him tease the thin strip of skin between your two holes with the same digit. You admit it, to him and to yourself as well. "I want no one but him."
A moment of silence falls over you, yet again, leaving you wringing in this uncomfortable need as his movements halt. You can feel your slick running down your thighs.
"Say that again." He demands.
"I want Beomgyu-oppa." You specify in a sickly sweet tone that'd normally embarrass you, clenching your hole desperately.
"Again." He growls, one hand leaving your body cold, just one toying with the opening of your heat.
"Oppa, please fuck me!" You whine, tired of the game, just eager to feel this huge cock against your cervix.
He pushes you up by your hips, physically urging you to fully climb onto the bed. You immediately scurry on top of the mattress, spreading your legs like a bitch in heat, presenting everything you've got.
You hear him rustling, followed by one singular thud against your bedroom carpet, as he speaks up one last time. He stresses. "Keep your eyes closed." You make a noise of agreement, as you feel his pointed tongue explore the exposed inner folds of your cunt.
You moan, shamelessly, rubbing your lower body against his face. He holds you close by your hips, the tip of his big nose dipping inside you just the tiniest bit. His lips find your clit, taking it just between them to suck at the bundle of nerves. You feel him vibrate against your sensitive bits every time you cry louder for him, his thumb back at its antics as it circles your anus. He lets go of your protesting body just a moment to take one, audibly, big breath before diving straight back in.
"You have no idea how long I have been wanting to do this." He slurs against your aching heat, squeezing your thighs around his cheeks to close the last remaining distance between the two of you. This time, he tortures you with his flattened tongue, rubbing it up and down your puffy pussy. It doesn't take more than a few more laps of his greedy, slick muscle until you shake against his mouth and cramp around his head. You orgasm all over his face, hole gushing around his nose, burying your own into your bed sheet.
You breathe hard, barely gathering yourself before finally feeling the fat tip of his dick against your entrance. One hand on your hip, the other placed next to your waist, allowing you to feel the looming presence of his body over your submissively hunched form.
"Since my pretty girl asked so nicely..." He mumbles, dragging his length through the wetness between your legs, whimpering every time he dips in tauntingly.
His sweet noises you can finally hear clearly, the soft rubbing against your almost overly stimulated heat, the cottony feeling inside your brain almost seriously made you grow dumb. But cold, sick clarity washes over you just before you allow him to bury himself entirely.
You whimper, almost too weak to confess. "I am not on birth control." Offended by your own words, you whine, shaking against his hips as you roll your own back. "Oppa, do you have a condom?"
The hand that has kept you steady by the plush of your hip, that one hand that seems to hate leaving that spot, digs deeper into your skin. He clears his throat.
"No, I don't." He admits.
Another round of silence, as you try to use the last remaining shreds of cognition you must have left to come up with a solution. You turn your head to the side, not looking at him as promised, just trying to catch some clearer air.
You almost choke on it, though, as you feel him push inside.
His girth stretches the tight muscle, his upper body almost lying down on top of yours, trapping you under him as he carefully begins to bottom out. His warm lips close to your ears, whisper. "I'll pull out in time, okay baby?" Your wet walls expand as much as they can without barely any preparation, a sting travelling down your thighs. Tears form inside your waterline as you try to relax your core for him. He coos. "It'll be okay..." You're unsure if he's all the way inside; you didn't feel his balls slap against your heat yet, but he has started to slowly rock back and forth. Beomgyu places open-mouth kisses up your neck, back to your ear, nibbling at the thin skin behind it. He questions with a soft voice. "You're only mine; it shouldn't be a problem if I fucked you raw, mh?"
His deep yet cute voice, with this teeny-tiny lisp, is too die for.
You shake your head, eyes obediently closed. You confirm, stomach tingling in anticipation, pain turning into pleasure. "I'm yours, only yours."
One more cautious thrust, and you finally feel his heavy sack jiggle against your pelvis. With his mouth so close to your ear, he fails to hide the quiet moans spilling out of his throat as he begins to snap his hip into yours, finally increasing his speed. His veins rub against your gummy walls, leaving no space.
If his dizzying size wasn't enough to see stars, he keeps on babbling on, growing even more pussy drunk than he already seemed to be.
Beomgyu confesses. "I liked you all this god damn time, baby." He raises one leg, wrapping it around your hip and thrusting into you with a bit of an angle, ultimately whining right into your neck as he buries his face in it.
Your best friend, as of yesterday, continues. "I have been fucking my fist every night, imagining this delicious pussy." His long brunette hair tickles your face.
You don't understand everything he is mumbling against your skin, but you guess it's all in the same vein. He groans. "You have been mine all this time. You realized this, right?" Beomgyu increases his speed, rewarding you despite your yelping with a few more kisses. "Your cute body is made for me. My sexy girl."
In one swift motion, too quick for your foggy brain to comprehend, Beomgyu pulls out and turns you around, making you lie on your back. Each hand pushes one respective knee towards your chest, forcing you into the mating press position as his fat cock rams into you relentlessly. Your moan, another bolt of hurt shooting through your cunt, this time up your belly, mixing with the growing arousal.
The surprise makes you rip your eyes open. You can see his face. His pretty face, contorted into a huge, lustful grin, hazy eyes flickering over your nude body, sweaty bangs framing his cheekbones.
You moan at the sight, the throbbing in your muscle quickly replaced by a needy tingle.
You are more than just aroused that it's Beomgyu, your former best friend, fucking any sense out of you; you are so glad he finally found the courage to.
After a moment of sensual eye contact, indulging in each other's faces, he picks his speedy, rough rhythm right back up, leaning back over you yet again. Your hard nipples rub against the soft fabric of his shirt every time he thrusts into you. Beomgyu's pulsating tip bullies your g-spot just to slip right past it, kissing your cervix. The hollow agony deep inside your body pleases you in a way you have never felt before.
His expression grows serious at his next admission, furrowing his deep-set, thick brows. "I hated how all the guys looked at you during the game." You raise your arms, wrapping them around his neck to pull him closer, lips faintly touching as he continues his next sentence. "As if you were a piece of meat." One of his hands reaches up to cup your cheeks, lifting your chin unbelievably nearer. "Only I get to have you like that."
With one stern tug, you finally close the distance, pressing your lips onto his plump ones with a desperate, needy whine.
His hips stutter against yours, an airy wince escaping his throat as he hastily pulls his cock out, barely in time. His heavy dick falls on top of your pelvis, spurting angrily hot ropes of milky cum up your stomach, even painting your tits in white.
He breathes heavily, obviously flustered at his rather quick and sudden orgasm. You, too, are catching your breath, wriggling your hips at the sudden hollow feeling. Beomgyu lets go of you as you let your own arms fall to the side, collapsing next to you, rolling onto his back as well.
You finally stretch your legs, groaning as you feel the blood rush back into your feet.
Beomgyu chuckles at you, the first to break the comfortable silence. "I heard you like it a bit on the rougher side." You both simultaneously turn your heads to cross eyes, affection swimming in his. He continues, his hesitancy returning. "I hope it wasn't too much."
You smile at him. One of those that light up your entire face, making your eyes crinkle. You respond, leaning into his side comfortably. "Oppa, that was the hottest thing that has ever happened to me, in my entire life." You kiss him a second time. A quick, soft peck before you add. "I like to have soft, romantic sex with my boyfriend as well, though."
You can't even describe the noise of joy that leaves his lungs before he tackles your bare body and stains his sweaty and drenched clothes with his own cum.
