please do write a disgustingly delicious historical smut ily
young and sick and childless emperor? politics-focused so had never set foot in his harem? BUT needs to plant someone now?? before his condition worsens???
I'll build taehyun a harem if you leave me alone with this seriously talk to me y'all
ever read a book that made you roll your eyes all the way to 100 that you considered putting it the fucking down, but then managed to finally capture your curiosity right after, making you proud of your patience then eventually start feeling like torture again and end up being a miserable fucking joke
ever read a book that made you roll your eyes all the way to 100 that you considered putting it the fucking down, but then managed to finally capture your curiosity right after, making you proud of your patience then eventually start feeling like torture again and end up being a miserable fucking joke
s: you're staying with your neighbors until the storm passes, but they have other plans… or you?
w: perv!beomgyu × sub!f!reader × mean dom!taehyun, taegyu are suspiciously wild, we have no safe word, little bit of gothic, rough sex, unprotected, breeding, breath play, dirty talk, pussy eating, pussy slapping, fingering, hair pulling, overstimulation, subspace.
Raindrops’ steady taps fill the silence when you stop knocking.
The apartment hallway is being painted in a creepy, dark tone of pastel green by the gray, eager clouds. Every shadow is darker and also sharper from the edges. Black makes things more alive. And it's soothing, which is wild but somehow good for your tired eyes at this moment.
Right before your knees protest, Beomgyu opens the door, a warm wind from the inside caresses your body, putting a sparkle in your eyes hours later.
“Oh,” Beomgyu says, lips holding a sweet smile. Not with a shock, though; you texted him that you're coming. More like, he didn't think you'd arrive this early.
You smile, spreading your hands. Seeing him again helps the familiarity settle down.
Back to your own life.
“Rain makes pretty girls glow more, yeah?” he combs your damp hair back, and takes the bag in your hand, letting you step inside.
“What's up?”
“Same,” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist to share a welcome back hug when you jump out of your shoes.
“Don't ask about the trip.” you whisper to his collarbones. “Okay,” he chuckles, giving a gentle grip on your waist before pulling back.
“Come on, take your jacket off,” he tugs at the wet fabric briefly. His eyes are carrying words full of glitter; you see them, he's assuming you'll stay. And this place is definitely where you get your best sleep. It would be nice to savor Beomgyu’s warm embrace and the feel of his hands just a little longer, and to spend some time in this safe, cozy atmosphere.
But you smile gently through the sweet ache in your head. “Actually, I need to take Libra and go to my place quickly.”
Beomgyu raises his brows, still smirking. “You should take it off,” he says. “She won't leave that easily.”
“Oh?” your eyebrows raise, too, because you still remember how her world exploded with a terribly dramatic meow-scream when you left her in here with Beomgyu.
He chuckles, stepping behind you to take your jacket off for you. “We french-kissed. Me and her. Would you mind?” he whispers.
A shocked laughter escapes your mouth. “You should've kept that as a secret.”
As you step into the living room, he keeps telling you something about how crazy the cat is. But in this room shrouded in the mist of the rain, the first thing that catches your attention is Taehyun’s eyes. He’s here.
When he turns to you and smiles gently, a soft tremor—one you can’t quite explain—wraps itself around your body.
“Hello.”
The last gray clouds, having managed to shield themselves from the darkness, cast a glow on the large sheets of paper on his desk. Libra stops chewing on them and slowly slides down from Taehyun’s lap, purring as she makes her way toward you.
She doesn't accept your hug, though; it makes you all chuckle. Cats are weirdly cute.
“You're soaking wet…” Beomgyu mumbles, touching your hair. His warm fingertips pressing on your scalp slightly feel really good.
“Yeah,” you smile, “There's a freak storm outside.” Your eyes search for the windows to look at it; it is still there, even angrier.
“You should stay until it's gone,” Taehyun says, looking up at you for a second and then leans back again on his desk, grabbing his ruler. And you watch him putting it down on the large paper, which has a great drawing of a castle on it, using his pen to draw new lines on it. He's always doing something on that desk, every time you see him in Beomgyu's house. He's always silent and gentle. It’s not so hard to have a sudden, stupid crush on him.
You watch him now to see his words, and maybe more, in his eyes too.
Because your house’s door is just two steps ahead of Beomgyu’s. Everyone in this room knows that the storm won't swallow you if you want to go out.
That wasn't him being polite. Clearly.
“Come here.” Beomgyu whispers, grabbing your waist with one hand and taking you out of that thought bubble. “Let's dry your hair.”
Beomgyu's room is familiar and his bed sheets are still colored with that navy blue. You two fucked on that deep ocean two or three times, it's always tempting and surreal in a way. You like it most in his home; nothing needs to have a meaning. He's the neighbor, drops his anchor in this place, he'll die here being your next door.
A safe space.
Beomgyu guides you to the bathroom and wraps a white towel around your head, messing up your hair more until you escape from it. Giggles echoing and reflections dancing on the mirror. Then you catch that towel and wipe your face and hair properly. Beomgyu watches you while he takes the hair dryer, you can see him smiling in the mirror.
“May I?” he asks, stepping behind you and you just nod. Letting him dry your hair, touching and combing the damp strands between his fingers, gently taking his time. A soft humming in your head, you close your eyes and watch all the pictures that fill there; the train, damp streets, sweet raindrops, apartment door, dark stairs, Beomgyu… Beomgyu's smile, Taehyun's hands, the castle…
The sound stops, and you sigh, open your eyes.
“You can take a shower, if you wish.” Beomgyu mumbles.
“Rain already did that part.” you smile, and catch Beomgyu's smile, too, on the mirror while he puts the hair dryer in its place at your back.
He leans his hips on the counter and holds it while you touch your soft, dry hair. His gaze heavy like cold honey. “Can I comb your hair, too?” he asks, tilting his head to the side slightly. You watch the strands of his hair falling free, and showing his forehead. “Not that it's messy. I just… like your hair.” he adds, voice quieter.
And your smile grows sweeter slowly, you can't really decide if his eyes make you nervous or put sweet little tingles under your skin. Both? Maybe?
“Sure.” you nod.
He nods, too, grateful.
Pulling back from the counter lazily, he steps toward you again. Closer this time. “Let me…” he whispers, leaning forward just enough for his chest to touch your back while opening a closet before you. And your eyes fall on the sink, holding your breath unconsciously, feeling his hips press on yours while his hands search for the untouched comb…
“Look at you…” he groans, pulling your hips toward himself while he thrusts into you at that cruel pace. And you can't see anything but the the piercing, bright white.
He tangles a fist in your hair and lifts your head up, forcing you to look in the mirror. “Oh, you want to watch a pretty slut…” he whispers against your skin, licking a line under your ear, pulling at your hair more. “Open your eyes, baby… See how I'm fucking her up…-
“There,” Beomgyu pulls back. And you inhale finally, pushing all the pictures away by blinking quickly.
“What is he drawing?” you ask, voice quite now because you can't see anything else in the mirror now…
“Everything.” Beomgyu shrugs. “In his perspective.”
You think about Taehyun's perspective while he starts to comb your hair. Beomgyu's gentle as always, combing carefully, sometimes using his fingers, sometimes touching your neck and shoulders. It wakes you up in a way, pulling you away from that sleepy state you were in.
“Surreal stuff?” you ask, leaning against his touch a little.
He purses his lips, thinking about it for a moment. “Yeah, sometimes…”
Your eyes meet in the mirror again and butterflies attack the wrong place in you. Still softly.
“Why don't you ask him yourself?” he asks, watching your reflection with his half lidded eyes. And that small smile.
You don't answer, just smile back and hold his eyes. It'd be so easy to comb his hair back with your fingers, and kiss that smile off his face. He'd undress you quickly, carry you in his bed and let you ride him all night.
You bet he missed you, too.
But Taehyun doesn't leave your mind alone. Every spiral of thought ends in his castle. His presence doesn't prevent anything for you, and that's the problem.
Comb goes into the dark cabinet again, the mirror disappears from your vision and the door has its place. Beomgyu smiles, eyes saying ladies first.
And the strange feeling kept flying in the air between you two when he gave you a large, white shirt and took your damp clothes to the dryer. Watched you change; taking off and wearing that shirt with no bra. Leaning on the wall, shameless, but not with his usual cocky behavior.
Something more intense.
The only parts of the castle that gleam are its gates; the elegant pattern on the frame, when viewed up close, transforms into sorrowful tales where only the first three lines have been written, the rest left blank. Angels and flowers follow one another. As one moves towards the corners of the door, the Hemlock grows amidst the angels’ shifting expressions; they smile, fall silent, shiver or weep until its uniqueness, resembling snowflakes, transforms into a half snowball. They are at peace only when a hemlock is complete. Just as the sweet intensity of the process is torn apart and lost by the greed of the outcome. Or being unaware of the micro snowflakes that lose their pattern as we squeeze the snow in our hands.
“Suited you,” Taehyun says without looking at you.
Turning your gaze away from the grandeur of the drawing causes you to be slow, yet the shirt’s fabric feels sharp against your skin for a moment. It’s loose enough, and yet somehow suffocating now. You lower your head to look at it, and the realization hits you.
It belongs to Taehyun.
“Thank you,” you say, as the warmth tickles your cheeks. You don’t turn to Beomgyu, but the image of him leaning against the bedroom wall a moment ago comes to mind anyway. The smile you’ve been calling ‘small’ up until now.
“What do you think?” Taehyun asks, his eyes fixed on the castle, his voice calm and somehow reassuring. As if he’d sensed your tension.
You smile. “Where is this castle?”
Taehyun’s lips curl upwards slightly. “From a nightmare.” he says, turning to you.
Your eyebrows raise, you lean in a little closer to the drawing, and, aware that it was constructed within a nightmare, you scan all the angels once more.
“Were you the king?” Beomgyu asks Taehyun.
Taehyun pulls the chair next to him out for you. “It’s not the sort of information you can acquire in three seconds.”
You aren’t sitting on the chair; you’re resting your knee on it. Taehyun’s eyes linger first there, then on your hair, which looks even softer when dry. When you lock eyes with him, you feel the need to take a deep, silent breath for your lungs. “Why is it a nightmare, then?” you ask, almost in a whisper.
Taehyun first tilts his head slightly, holding your gaze, his eyes catching the beautiful curve of your neck. He’s quite good at warming you from there.
Then he slides his palm across the paper, slowly, as if opening it up. As if the answer is obvious.
“I remember everything,” he murmurs.
You return to the paper for the third time as his words sink into your mind. Black lines follow one another, and your eyes climb up to his fingers moving slowly over them. His hands draw you in again and again.
“She’s good at drawing,” says Beomgyu quietly. “Let there be a flower for her too.”
Your heart begins to skip a beat here. The thought of touching this masterpiece?
Beomgyu is acting suspiciously enough.
And Taehyun’s eyes scan your face one last time, he pushes his chair back slightly and glances for a moment at the chair where your knee is resting. As his legs spread slightly, he offers you a new seat.
The tension causes you to turn your face towards Beomgyu, who is leaning comfortably back on the sofa.
He nods his head.
You swallow, though it does nothing to ease the lump of excitement in your throat. You pull your knee away from the chair and take the single, small step between you. This time your knee rests against him. As you sit on his lap, he wraps his arms around your waist as gently as possible, helping your back to rest against his chest. You close your eyes for a moment...you’re certain you two won’t draw anything.
Taehyun’s hands slide upwards, caressing your body—now hidden beneath his own shirt—very slowly. As his fingers glide over your ribcage, you notice your breathing slowing down.
He notices too.
“Breathe with me,” he whispers, his lips feeling warm against the back of your ear.
Overwhelming? Perhaps just intense.
When you open your eyes again, Beomgyu is no longer on the sofa.
Inhale, and exhale.
You breathe quietly and slowly, falling into a natural rhythm. You feel him on your back and neck, warm and silent, in perfect harmony with you. As if he’s preparing you for something.
“Like that…” Taehyun whispers into your neck. “Relax.” his fingers glide over your chest. You’re not quite in a steady rhythm yet, but it's relaxing you dangerously.
Then you feel hands on your knees. Again, warm and slow. It's Beomgyu.
His face burrows beneath the fabric, parting your legs and leaning patiently against your warmth.
Your eyes close.
A shallow breath gently disrupts the rhythm.
One of Taehyun’s hands rests on your stomach, whilst the other glides over your collarbone. “You’re safe,” he whispers in your ear, voice so quiet it sounds as though it isn’t true at all. It makes you open your eyes. And his fingers wrap around your throat.
It happens at the same moment as Beomgyu’s tongue pushes against your underwear, pressing roughly between your curves.
Your hands grip Taehyun’s forearms and wrists, and your eyes seem to see blurred ripples in the misty scene of the living room. A soft spark of pleasure courses through your brain. It loosens your grip.
Taehyun squeezes a little tighter and Beomgyu bites your clitoris. “Oh—” Your eyes close, your thighs wrap around Beomgyu’s head. And he grabs them with delight, rocking his head from side to side over your pussy as he slides his tongue inside you. A moan catches in your throat, and you watch as the waves of pleasure swell even further. The white expands, expands, expands as much as it can before a peaceful darkness descends upon you…
You squirt a little onto Beomgyu’s chin, and Taehyun slowly loosens his grip on your throat. He lets you drift lazily at the peak, lets you savour it, and then cradles you as he brings you down.
Like a master.
As you take another real, deep breath, you feel the delicious ache settling deep within you. And then there’s the gentle kiss Beomgyu places on your inner thigh.
Your mind hovers for about two seconds between a hysterical laugh and a sob.
“Do you want me to stop?” Taehyun asks quietly, his thumb stroking your collarbone.
And you shake your head no, still panting.
Taehyun licks his lips, sending a shiver down your spine as his hands settle on your thighs.
“Do you want this?” Whisper this time. “Both of us?” He turns his face slightly towards you and watches the flush that spreads across your cheeks at the thought.
“I want it… both of you,” you whisper, too, weakly.
Beomgyu’s middle finger slides easily inside you, gently prodding your walls. Your sudden shiver melts away in Taehyun’s embrace; he rests his chin on your shoulder and lifts your skirt to see more of you.
“Have you ever done something like that?” His fingers slide along your inner thigh, slipping beneath your underwear, his thumb pressing against your clitoris.
“No,” you breathe.
“But it excites you?” Taehyun gently massages the bundle of nerves. Your nipples feel hard against the fabric of the shirt.
“Yes,” you say without thinking.
Beomgyu adds a second finger, lifting his face towards you. You know his eyes; that look is familiar. Sinful. As Taehyun’s circling on your clitoris quickens, your body leans forward and your lips part slowly.
Your spit falls onto one of the angels, whose face is wrinkled with sorrow. It stains the paper a pale grey and makes all the lines appear darker.
Taehyun positions you with his own hands in Beom’s blue sheets. On your hands and knees. He’s gentle with your body, pressing his hands on your back for you to arch nicely, palms sliding on your skin like it’s the most delicate thing he ever touched. It’s giving you goosebumps; half from excitement, half from not knowing what to expect from his ways.
Beomgyu’s presence was making it easy and even fun so far, but you didn’t see him smile until you three entered his room.
Navy blue fills your palms, a half-alive glove that catches the smallest sweat beads from them. Your heart thumping in your chest; lazily for one second, needy for the other. You lift your head and catch Beomgyu's gaze. His eyes climb the way from your back to your face, slowly taking the sight in. And he doesn't even blink when your eyes meet there for two seconds.
“Close your eyes.”
Taehyun commands, and you look down at the sheets, at your hands, listen to him. Your stomach turns softly. Shivers caressing your body from head to toe.
Now that your eyes are closed, you're willing to hear everything. First, Beomgyu sits on the bed, and a zipper sound comes next. Patient, almost slow. Not from Beomgyu.
From Taehyun.
You swallow, eyes tight shut, feel him positioning behind you; his crotch to your hips, his chest to your back. He takes your hands in his, and intertwines your fingers. You're holding your breath for a second in his cage as his face approaches yours. “You're beautiful.” he mumbles, “Thank you for letting us have you,” his right hand slides on your stomach and palm your pussy, fingers settling between your folds. Making your hips twitch against his, your thighs start to tremble already…
His voice has an angels’ tone, but it's thicker when he's complimenting. And your heart skips a beat even though your body is still reactive to the strange air in the room.
It only goes more exciting, besides all the feelings you're naming inwardly.
Still exciting.
“Relax,” he slides two fingers in you, starting to stretch you out for his cock. Moving them slowly and gently on your warm walls; he knows how to do it, has the best fingers you've ever had in you.
You're trying to inhale and exhale like the way he taught you, while your pussy clenching around his fingers. He's pushing them forward, and circling the way back with his fingertips.
You sigh softly to the feeling growing in your stomach, almost a sweet moan.
Taehyun leans your cheeks, and you know Beomgyu watches you getting fingered without blinking.
“I'll be clear.” Taehyun whispers, pulling his fingers out with a dirty ‘pop’ out of your pussy and slides them over your clit. “If you make a sound while I fuck you, I'll pull back.”
Your pupils dilate behind the closed lids, fingers squeezing his hand for a second. But you heard him right.
“And you'll come without my cock.” He turns his face slightly, “Same with Beom.” lips touching your jawline. “Understood?” he whispers against your skin, voice soft as ever.
And you swallow again, “Yes.” answer him verbally just because you like the feeling of his lips on your face.
He nods, satisfied, and parts his lips on you: sucks on your skin softly down your neck. His fingers roll your clit until your head gets dizzy and you lose the feeling of it.
Relax completely.
Warm drops fall down on sheets when he lifts his body up, painting them darker and giving the blue its terrifying depth. He leans the head of his cock on your entrance, and he pushes himself in the warm wetness, patiently sliding. Your hands grasp the sheets, tighter with every inch. Your walls embrace his hardness, pulsing around it eagerly.
He grabs your hips and presses his cock in you better, pushing it forward deeply like he wants to fill all of you up with himself. Possessiveness is there, in his movements. You swallow again. Inhale, and exhale…
He starts to move, holding you in place with his hands. You like the thin rhythm of his immediately. It grows faster with each passing second but stable, cock sliding in and out of you. Secretly getting rougher, not letting you notice it.
But his thrusts are sharp, really sharp. You fall on your elbows slowly, pressing your lips together like it can prevent a sound.
You don’t even hear his breathing. He’s focused, fucking you in a thick silence.
For not missing the smallest sounds, or he’s just that perfectionist. Everywhere.
This is the first moment you name it scary.
He suddenly slaps his hips to yours rough, hitting the sweetest spot inside, he catches a shocked shaky breath from your throat.
Taehyun stops, and your eyes open, heart beating your chest nervously. He grabs your hips tighter, and changes the angle… Oh, no, you shake your head briefly.
Taehyun starts to slam into you, hitting that spot perfectly. “Gh-” You bite your tongue hard, wetting his cock while he rocks your body. The wet, gross sound of body slapping fills your ears, making you imagine Taehyun's expression. Him frowning, biting his lip, staring at your pussy and cursing every time you clench around him tightly… You can't really hear anything when you're close, but imagining it makes it hotter.
Oh my God, oh God… You're screaming inside, holding all of them back. It's hard. Really hard.
Taehyun is only going faster, not even flinching against the clenching of your walls, and tears welling up in your eyes…
A sob comes out from your mouth, “Ahhh,” and your body closes in for the release but Taehyun stops.
You hear a silent oops, from Beomgyu probably.
Tears touching on your cheeks warmly, with the emptiness, the rhythm still going in your mind, without his cock now.
You inhale, and exhale. Then lean your face on the sheets while Taehyun slides his fingers in you, and cry as much as you want through your orgasm.
“Good girl,” Beomgyu breathes, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your temple. “Such a good girl.” His hands glide over your shoulders, gentler than ever, to make you feel at ease again. “But you can do better, you know that,” he says quietly, as he unzips.
You take a deep breath as his hips press against you. Probably because you know exactly how this is going to go. His already-leaking cock leans against your warm, puffy pussy lips. He grabs himself and slaps the tip against them, making your thighs tremble.
Even though they’ve given you enough time in between, you still feel sensitive.
“We’re starting again,” he says. “No tears, okay?”
You nod, licking your lips.
He pushes his cock into you with one firm thrust, and you bite your lip hard. Your back arches, and you’re on your elbows again.
“Oh, fuck…” Beomgyu grips your hips so hard he leaves marks. “I missed this so much.”
The sensation of fullness is quick to stir a new feeling in your stomach, because this is Beomgyu. He’s always rough and fast.
“You too, baby?” He groans, leaning down until his shadow falls on your back. “You missed my cock so badly, didn’t you? Tell me.” He cups your breasts and squeezes them in his palms, tilting his head as if seeking an answer. And at the last moment, you stop yourself from speaking to him.
Beomgyu smiles, increasing his pace even further as he teases your nipples with his fingertips.
The rain-streaked window drifts out of your field of vision, and you tilt your head further.
But Beomgyu is aware that you’re trying to hold back. One hand grips the back of your knee and lifts your leg, positioning you at the angle where he can hit that spot he knows best. And with his first thrust, you let a naughty tear fall onto the sheets.
No tears. No tears. No tears. The sound of skin-slapping grows rougher and faster with every passing second, blending perfectly with Beomgyu’s panting.
No tears… His hand slides from your hip down towards your pussy; you hold your breath.
Within seconds, the sharp slapping sounds join that chaotic melody. Coming from between your legs.
Tears of pleasure warm your cheeks.
“You want to scream so badly…” Beomgyu whispers. His voice is close, but when he starts rolling your clit, your mind falls into a mind-blowing void. You feel nothing but the stars.
“Let me hear your beautiful sounds.” Beomgyu continues, “Bring my dirty little girl,”
The pulse is pounding in your ears, your walls impossibly wrapping around his length.
You can only hold on for two seconds; as your face falls onto the sheets, a helpless sob slips past your lips.
And Beomgyu stops instantly. You can imagine the smirk on his lips.
The sudden cutoff of pleasure weakens your limbs in seconds, and Beomgyu’s fingers, filling you up, let you breathe again. “God…”
Taehyun’s silence and Beomgyu’s noise are the same, you think.
“How many times can you come?* Taehyun tilts his head to the side. It’s not a question.
It feels as though he’d like it if you said you were sorry, but you don’t have the voice for it. You lazily wipe the beads of sweat from your forehead onto the sheets; there’s still a strong pulse you can feel, but the serotonin is quickly turning your brain to jelly, and you can’t feel your knees. Taehyun wraps his arms around your body, and in his embrace, you feel like you’ve turned into one of his angels. Made of paper, or warm steam.
His hands feel good on your back and waist. Warm. Again. “Can you take two dicks inside?” he asks quietly, his voice much more serious.
You swallow. “N-no.”
He nods. “No, I don’t think you can.” He mutters it as if it’s the reason you have to do much better than before. He grips your hips and lifts them up, preparing you for him again.
You swallow, and the goosebumps he gives you come back.
“Wanna be good for me?”
His gentle tone makes your stomach clench, and you nod your head quickly. You really want it.
He taps your pussy with his cock. “Should I trust you?”
You take a deep breath. You really don’t know, and he isn’t expecting an answer anyway.
And this time, you feel better somehow—whether it’s because you’ve run out of strength or because you’re genuinely eager to please him, you don’t know. His cock slides hard inside you, just like the first time, and your walls grip him tighter than they did then. But you’re not holding your breath, and your pulse isn’t pounding in your stomach… Just a delicious rhythm and ragged breaths.
This time, you can hear his breathing too.
His chest presses against your back, and he murmurs, “Simple, right?” into your hair. You feel him close his eyes this time, and it almost makes you smile.
The third orgasm quickly sends its waves through your body, and your hips begin to move in sync with his. Taehyun murmurs contentedly, and when your head drops, he grabs a fistful of your hair to lift it back up.
You take his other hand, which is resting on the bed, and squeeze it; the back of your neck presses against the hollow of his neck. Your eyebrows furrow in pleasure, and as you come weakly all over on his cock, this time you make no sound.
Your head spins like as if you’re about to faint; the kiss Taehyun places on it speeds everything up.
As his sperm spreads through you in waves, your lips curl upward in ecstasy. They hold a faint smile for a few seconds.
“I could play with you all night.” Taehyun groans hoarsely, letting your body lean against the sheets again. Between Beomgyu and him.
A sense of emptiness makes you moan softly as his warm fluid flows down your thighs. Instead of filling your lungs with air while staring at the ceiling, you wrap your arms around Taehyun’s shoulders. You pull him into the warm kiss you’ve been longing for since the very beginning. Tired and passionate. As your tongues lazily glide over each other, he leans in until your head presses against the mattress again.
When you pull away, you ignore the need to breathe once more and lean in toward Beomgyu’s lips. His pleased smile melts away in your kiss.
And within seconds, his lips begin to feel cold. A sharp, smoky cold, like the chill surrounding a frozen forest fruit.
It makes you pull your head back.
You see the blurred ripples again; it’s hard to find Beomgyu’s lips among them. Just as it’s hard to find his voice. He says something.
You lean in to hear him, closer and closer…
“You’re soaking wet…” His lips form the words as slowly as possible. Then they turn to Taehyun’s lips. “You should stay until it’s gone…”
…
“Actually I need to take Libra and go to my place quickly.” you smile gently through the sweet ache in your head.
“Oh, okay.” Beomgyu nods in understanding, and guides you to the living room. “We french-kissed. Me and her. Would you mind?”
A shocked laughter escapes your mouth. “You should've kept that as a secret.”
As you step into the living room, he keeps telling you something about how crazy the cat is. But in this room shrouded in the mist of the rain, the first thing that catches your attention is Taehyun’s eyes.
He’s here.
When he turns to you and smiles gently, a soft tremor—one you can’t quite explain—wraps itself around your body.
He just smiles as a greeting, and you’re remembering something Beomgyu said about how he never talks while working. The last gray clouds, having managed to shield themselves from the darkness, cast a glow on the large sheets of paper on his desk. Libra stops chewing on them and slowly slides down from Taehyun’s lap, purring as she makes her way toward you.
You feel home while she climbs on your body and wraps her soft arms around your neck.
“Cuddle with her and forget about the trip, okay?” Beomgyu says, smiling fondly.
And this time, as the three of you walk toward the door again, “good nights,” “sweet dreams,” and “rest well” all blend together.
game synopsis: While dirty truth questions are answered on the table, reader gives a head to a random person under the table. If the person can be guessed by one of the others, the guesser receives $50 from him. If he cannot be guessed until cum, everyone gives him $100.
w: ot5 × f!reader, pretty much blow job, dirty talk, i mean DIRTY talk, alcohol, dollism, ambitious boys, bad boys, sweet boys, orgasms - can't orgasms, cum eating, different tastes, dirt dirt dirt
The red stars of the small home bar flow to create a burgundy pool under the table. The last thing you see before you fall to your knees is how late it is. And as you crawl, you wonder if there are five other boys in the world right now who have their zippers down at the same time.
It's a fact that somehow you enjoy this madness.
“Uh... What's a sex position that you've never tried that you're curious about?” Beomgyu grimaces as he flips through the pink magazine in his hand, reading indecisively.
“Kama sutra, bitch.” Yeonjun leans his head back. “Isn't there something more original?”
Beomgyu frowns as his eyes continue to wander through the questions.
“Gentlemen, there's a girl here.”
Soobin might be the most serious person at the table. “We're not going to talk about the fantasies you have while jerking off."
And yes, he was the one who gave you a long speech before you went under the table. He told you that you could leave whenever you wanted, that you could end the game whenever you wanted, that you could start whenever you wanted and end whenever you wanted, and tons of other things to make you feel comfortable while tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. He didn't expect you to agree to do that, and he probably didn't expect to feel you between his legs now.
“Where's the riskiest place you've done it?”
The question creates a small silence at first.
Soobin slowly crosses his arms over his chest and takes a deep breath as you take his already semi-erect cock in your hand.
“I am a trustworthy man.” he speaks, just before feeling your hot mouth.
Everyone must be looking dangerously into each other's eyes because they are not normally this quiet.
Your hands are on your lap, just the tip of Soobin's cock can fill your mouth nicely. Your teeth rest softly against Soobin's thick warm skin, you move your head a little and fill your mouth a little more.
“I don't know, family house?” Kai mumbles and a few seconds later everyone stops for a second as a wet sound comes from under the table.
You stop too when you remember that you have to be careful not to make a sound.
Yeonjun smirks, the fact that you're working quietly somewhere under the table is sweet to him.
“Office bathroom.”
And the third response is his.
“You must have a great story.” Taehyun comments.
“Yeah, the story of me not being a trustworthy man.”
Soobin doesn't even roll his eyes at this, no, he doesn't think he can do anything as your tongue grazes his tip and starts sucking again on the area you have wetted. You put your hands on his knees and you feel that he might even be holding his breath.
The sounds aren't if the best quality down there, but you can hear Soobin interrupting a sharp moan under his breath and swallowing.
You don't even need to touch his abs to feel how tight they are. He hasn't moved from his position since you started and his arms keep getting tighter and tighter across his chest.
Especially now when you start moving your head up and down.
He is not interested in any of the games going on over the table, his hips moving an inch or so where he sits and then stopping himself. There is no emotion in his face, nothing to give him away, but he shouldn't look so dull.
“At the college, in the professor's room.”
Taehyun keeps his eyes on Soobin as he responds.
“Professor's room?” Beomgyu's laughter echoes under the table, joking that he didn't know Taehyun liked old women. And Taehyun is distracted as he explains that he slept with a student, not his professor.
“Choi Soobin.”
But there's one person you left out.
“It's you, the trustworthy man.”
Yeonjun's bright smile is too cheeky as he makes others look at Soobin.
When your mouth stops as per the rules, Soobin takes off his glasses and presses his palm to his face. “Oh, god...” The thick sound coming out of his throat is almost terrifying. Now his body is partly more relaxed by the fact that he has nothing left to hide and it is increasing the intensity of his precum, but you can't touch him anymore. That must be why he tries not to look at your glossy lips.
Yeonjun chuckles at the money thrown in front of him with a perfect curse. “You're welcome.”
Not everyone knows how they found themselves in this game in the first place, but now things start to get fun.
You crawl in that direction as Beomgyu looks under the table, “Hey, love.” his hand touching your chin. “You might want to get some rest after Soobin.”
He means Soobin's big dick, but he doesn't seem to be thinking about it as he keeps his eyes on the dirty image of your mouth until the last word. Because it might be the hottest situation and image he's ever seen.
“I'm fine.”
There are a few murmurs around the table as your breathing is a little ragged and your voice now sounds sweeter than ever.
“Yeah?” Beomgyu smiles, the fact that you will soon be crawling to eat a new dick makes him bite his lip. “Okay.”
Yeonjun presses his lips together as he feels you crawl between his legs. You can see his hand curl into a fist on his knee for a second. But you're sure his face looks relaxed as he slowly spreads his legs a little further apart. You both know that if you weren't in this stupid game he'd want to press his cock against your lips.
“Next question?” Beomgyu's voice sounds thicker under the table.
“I'll ask.”
You pause at Yeonjun's unexpected response, but he seems quite confident as he gestures with his index finger for you to come closer and get to work.
As the stupid magazine is shoved next to his money, you put your hands on his knees and wrap your lips around the tip of his cock.
“Have you ever filmed a sex tape?”
There's something in his voice but you're not sure if the others will notice it. He must have already dispelled their suspicions when he took it upon himself to ask the question.
You can feel his legs contracting under your hands as your tongue plays with his tip like a cat.
“Come on.” It's clear that the harder you go, the more he's trying to talk to them. But it's also clear that he wants to focus on your mouth.
“I did.”
Kai joins Beomgyu's laughter as Soobin is the first to confess. As your mouth slowly takes every inch of him, you feel Yeonjun hiding a low moan behind the laughter. You swirl your tongue around him nicely and press it against his hardness.
“He's a perv, isn't he?”
Taehyun speaks looking directly at Yeonjun. You can see that his hand is balled into a fist again, because he knows that if it wasn't for Beomgyu, he would have been the one to expose Soobin just now.
You lift your head a little and start sucking on the tip again and this time you can taste the slightly salty flavor.
“I knew you were up to some shit with that mirror on your ceiling.” Yeonjun laughs looking at Soobin and starts to sweat a little as he puts his hands on the table, but he's determined to manage the conversation well.
His cock slides wetly between your lips, hardening with every movement of your head.
“I like to watch.” Soobin shrugs and says something about how he likes hes partner to be reactive, but you can't hear more than half of it. Because Yeonjun puts one foot between your legs and makes you sit on the thick leather of his shoe.
“Yeah,” Taehyun agrees with Soobin and all eyes turn to him. “I've done it a couple times myself, and I let them when they want to film it.”
“What? It's not just me? Gyu?” Kai says with a laugh, but anyone could swear Beomgyu has a collection already.
Yeonjun moves his foot a little in the following minutes as you lift your skirt up and start bobbing your head up and down. It's crazy how the thin fabric of your panties is the only sticky barrier between the two of you.
His liquid traces a hot path over your lower lip and down to your chin. He wants to burn the image of yourself fucking your mouth with his cock into his brain, he wants to look down there.
The feeling is too cruel.
So is this game.
“Yeonjun.”
So is Taehyun.
“It's you.”
“Fuck-” Yeonjun curses under his breath and immediately lowers his head to look at you, fuck the fact that he lost.
Rules.
His cock slips between your lips and slams into his stomach, and his eyebrows furrow with intense sensation. “Fuck, fuck...”
“You son of a bitch!” you hear Beomgyu laugh, talking something about his acting in the first place.
Yeonjun, not caring about anything, touches your chin with his index finger and follows the path of his liquid, bringing it back to your mouth. From below, you look into his eyes, open your mouth for his finger and he hisses as your tongue eagerly accepts it.
“Hey, hey...” But when Soobin grabs Yeonjun's wrist and stops him, he throws his head back. He swears some more. He's a little sweaty and there's a slight pinkness to his cheeks.
Then Soobin gently brushes your hair back as Yeonjun pulls his wallet out of his back pocket.
The realization that you are about to make Yeonjun come, makes Kai lean over the table and look into your mouth... Under his dark eyes, Soobin asks you if you're going to stop, but no.
No, not yet...
Because Taehyun looked too hot when he hunted Yeonjun down and took his money.
Under the table, back in your half-dark world, the last thing you see is Taehyun bringing his beer to his lips.
The third time you agree to give head almost non-stop, like a warm sweet wind flowing from your body into the boys' bodies.
Something that will make each one of them want to take a personal care in you. The urge to keep you to themselves to let you know what a sweet slut you are.
The excitement that Yeonjun can give to your stomach just by touching your pussy reaches its highest level when you comes between Taehyun's legs.
He is full of surprises. He can make you feel both nervous and safe at the same time. The fact that he takes the game seriously from the start and is good at challenging whispers to you that you are moving on to perhaps the first person you will truly taste tonight.
When Taehyun doesn't even move his legs, as if he had already guessed that you were coming to him, a small smile forms on your lips that you don't know how it got there.
Your hands settle on Taehyun's thighs and slowly make a fist there, breathing deeply through your nose as you take him into your mouth.
“What is your favorite thing to do in foreplay?” Kai asks, looking into Beomgyu and Taehyun's eyes longer than anyone else. “I like to get a sloppy head.” leans back, giving his answer immediately after his question so he can get observant.
“Fingering.” You can hear how Yeonjun's voice changes after taking a blow job, sipping his drink like water.
“Fingering.” Taehyun repeats and one of his fingers crawls into your little fist. You open your mouth a little wider and move upwards from his tip, his thighs trembling for a second. He's relaxed, probably because only you can hear his breathing.
“Hand job?” Soobin pushes his glasses up his nose. “While kissing and stuff.” He looks like he's still mulling over the question. “Mutual touching is good too. I like eye contact.”
Taehyun's hardness goes further, brushing against your palate, using your head at a slow but intense pace. He sighs when you palm the part you can't take. You want him to trace lazy circles with his fingers on your pink cheeks as he whispers how good you feel.
Instead, your hands occasionally rub and resist holding each other.
“You can't say sixty-nine.” Kai speaks before Beomgyu has said anything and makes him laugh. You are impressed that Taehyun is not worried about the conversation.
Where the boys are ambitious, he is too relaxed.
And that must be his secret.
“Basically any position where he can eat the girl?” Yeonjun adds and Beomgyu gives one of those smiles where he bites his lower lip. “I can do it in any condition.” He says with a shrug. “I like boobs too.”
“Boobs, definitely.”
Soobin remembers that he can talk about how much he loves boobs and you start to jerk Taehyun's cock off into your mouth. His patience so far is really impressive but he wants to gently take your hand off his cock and wants to roll his hips into your mouth.
You stop the wet pace of moving your head by wrapping your lips around his tip and your hand starts working faster around his length.
Your tongue sways and swirls on his tip. The sharp breath he exhales must be quite hot. He bites the tip of his tongue and you see his hand tremble slightly as he rubs his palm against his pants.
The boob talk manages to keep the table occupied and you can feel Taehyun is close.
The excitement is almost dizzying.
You pull back to take a deep breath and his liquid drips a little on you and a little on the floor. When you take it in your mouth again, you go harder this time and now you let him drip into your mouth.
Taehyun slowly rests his elbows on the table, finally opening his mouth so as not to draw attention to himself before the chopping wave that is about to come over his stomach.
And the sound hits you first because you are closest to it.
It really hits you.
There's nothing wrong with his voice, nothing that you think is noticeable, and the thickness of his voice makes you press your knees together.
It's like he's telling you how well he could fuck your face if he wasn't in this game.
The hot breath escaping his lips after only half a minute doesn't matter anymore because Taehyun is the first one to cum in your mouth in the third round.
“Ah...” lays his head between his arms on the table, attracts all eyes.
“No.” Kai's eyes widen. “How-”
You swallow, but the hot liquid has already flowed past your chin and into the thin skin of your neck. Close your eyes and gasp with him as the taste of Taehyun remains on your tongue, numbing your whole body.
Everyone is baffled because no one thought there could be a winner in this game, but Yeonjun and Soobin certainly praise your little pink mouth as they profanely remark that it's a miracle Taehyun was able to keep quiet.
The arrogance of victory should have just been shining in his eyes, but Taehyun is quite gentle as he leans toward you. “Oh, pretty.” whispering as he finds your hands. Yeonjun watches as he presses his fist over his smirk.
“Pretty baby.” he takes you by the hands and sits you on his lap. Since he won, he can keep touching you, right? What a sweet prize.
There you are, sitting panting on one of Taehyun's thighs, too beautiful and wet.
And then there are the heads that rise eagerly to see you fall apart.
He's still breathing heavily from your intense moments and brushes his hair back a few times. His hand rests pleasantly on your waist.
The first $100 pushed in front of you tells you to turn your head to the right, Kai looks you in the eye the whole time he hands it over. Like if you ask for your wallet, he'll give it to you without a second thought. As if inviting you to sit between his legs for the last time.
Taehyun picks up two of the small hairpins which you left on the table in one of the more normal and innocent moments of the night.
“I wonder...” Yeonjun murmurs, drawing your attention to him, scratching his chin slowly. “What's your favorite position?”
His voice is deep, sounds a little sick with unfinished blowjob, but very sober.
And he takes your breath away by making everyone stop and look curiously into your eyes, as if they were waiting for him to ask this question. “I-”
Your cheeks are literally burning and your voice sounds worse than you expected.
When Taehyun's hands are in your hair, you squirm a little in his embrace. “I like... riding.”
They can't take your eyes off you, you often think that you are 'in danger.'
“Oh,” Beomgyu licks his lips as he leans a little on the table. “So, like some bounce, some praise, some grasping... Huh?”
The way he speaks is quite playful as he tilts his head left and right in sync with the words, and he's already accomplishing his goal, giving your lower body a new wave of warmth. You nod in agreement and he looks at your glowing mouth as his smile widens.
“Fuck, she's so sweet.” Yeonjun says, giggles.
They watch Taehyun's careful fingers comb through your soft hair and gently insert your hairpins.
Now your hair can no longer hide your face and there's some people who's happy about it.
You don't think anyone has noticed Kai's hazy eyes. All the intense eye contact you've been making with him all along is just a little secret between you two.
He wants to taste a little of this, but the possibilities have diminished.
Him or Beomgyu.
“Do you like loud or silent people in bed?”
And Beomgyu asks, looking into Kai's eyes when he can't feel you between his legs.
Your lower lip slips from Kai's vein, you start by wetting his cock, which is hard enough. He's already just said that he likes getting a sloppy head, and he believes that Beomgyu should keep his mouth shut a little while he takes just that.
“I guess it depends on time.” Soobin answers as thoughtfully as ever.
As the taste of Kai's precum covers your tongue, you open your mouth a little wider and place your hands on his inner thighs. The chair moves slightly, his thighs are too tense. He fidgets in his seat as if he wants to put you there after he cums in your mouth.
“Isn't silence a bit romantic?” Taehyun says, running a hand through slightly sweaty locks of his hair.
And Beomgyu shrugs. “Should they lie face down and be quiet?”
He draws attention to himself with his thick voice.
“Or close their pretty mouth and listen to you?”
He runs his eyes over everyone at the table as he tries a spicier way of asking about loud and silence.
You place your knees further between Kai's legs and the tip of his cock rests carefully against your throat. You keep sucking him like that to avoid making any gagging sounds. Kai starts to bounce his right knee. You are a little relieved to know that he is not usually noisy, but the low moan you just heard was absolutely heavenly.
Yeonjun combs his hair back. “Keep their pretty mouth open and listen to me?" answers and grins at the awkward look between Beomgyu and Kai.
“Okay, the awful dirty talkers are making themselves known.” Soobin grimaces, but you can hear in his voice that he's grinning too.
When you decide you've warmed him up enough, you slide Kai's head slightly towards your throat and his mouth opens. Despite the wolves around the table, he nonchalantly puts his hand on his thigh and you are a little nonchalant yourself as you hold his hand with need.
You try to swallow and when that increases the pressure around his cock for a second he squeezes your hand lightly. His hand is warm and sweaty, intertwining your fingers.
“Kai, what about you?”
You hear Beomgyu's voice.
It is deep. Almost insinuating.
You squeeze Kai's fingers nervously. It takes you a few seconds to realize that no one gives a fuck about the game anymore.
Kai doesn't hesitate to make wild eye contact with Beomgyu. When he lets go of your hand with everyone's eyes on him, your mouth stops in surprise.
"Loud."
He whispers sharply before pushing the table a little away.
A droplet from your mouth cools on your chin, your heart beats aggressively as if trapped in your chest.
Kai's fingers comb your hair back gently. First you look at his pink mouth and then at his eyes.
“You need to open your mouth more, pretty thing."
You don't know what time it is. You're not used to it being quiet here. Either one of the little bulbs of the led lamp is blinking or alcohol or...
Your knees, pressed hard together, relax at Beomgyu's touch. You're both kneeling in front of Kai and he strokes the back of your head, push your hair back for Beomgyu and pulls his hips back a little to let you breathe.
Beomgyu's warm mouth rests against the thin skin of your neck, you moan when he presses his tongue there. With Kai's tip resting on your palate, every sound you make sounds hotter than the last.
Beomgyu's one hand follows your thigh, remembering only that you haven't taken his cock in your mouth. “You don't like me?” asks quietly.
Something is wrong with his voice but you are already being manipulated. “I'm-”
“Ssh.” He grabs your chin and lifts it towards Kai and you wrap your lips around his cock.
Beomgyu leans into your neck again, the small smirk on his lips still there as his hand goes under your sticky panties. The tip of his middle finger presses against your clit as Kai starts to slowly roll his hips towards your mouth.
As soon as Beomgyu gets you to sit on his lap, he starts rolling your clit in a delicious rhythm.
“Ah-” your face rises up with a sweet moan.
You see three other shadows falling over you next to the man you gave a blowjob to and the one fingering you.
Hands in pockets, eyes dark.
It's hard to tell if you've fallen into a dream or a trap.
taegyu will come next, and it'll be the end FOR NOW sadly
i literally can't decide about taejun 2 (coma). i really love that one, maybe I'll soften it and publish it in the future (where I'm free and have time for it i mean🦌) and i lost the sparkle for beomjun :(
but not that talking seriously, all it takes is one manic attack..
AND that secret one! "i wonder if you still want to fuck me" is a yeonjun × yeonjun's twin × you!! it's creepy and hot and loong, will worth to wait!
also, never forget that your ideas always appreciated for this mlist! I'd nevvver get enough of writing those
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