content: soft dom!gyu, situationship? it's something, he's bold but nice w it, inexperienced!reader, fem bodied reader, a little vague jealousy moment, grinding / dry humping 😬, he finishes in his pants but so do you.
A/N: this one's kinda messy oopsies
Another early evening sitting on the leather sofa in his tiny apartment, TV left on to some american action film neither of you care about while Beomgyu tells you about his plans — some friend's party he has to go to tomorrow. Or, something like that.
“Who?” You ask again as you stretch your arms over your head.
Beomgyu's eyes shoot to your exposed midriff briefly. “You're not listening.” He pouts. You roll your eyes.
“Is it just the guys?”
Beomgyu shakes his head. “It's a party,” he says, “Lots of people.”
You roll your eyes and adjust to face him better. “I’m just asking.” you shrug a little. “Like, who you're gonna be hanging with, ’n all that...”
Beomgyu's eyes narrow at you. He examines your face with a small smile pulling at his lips.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Don't look at me like that.”
“Don't be jealous,” he teases.
You furrow your eyebrows in annoyance. “What-”
“You heard me.”
“I don't know what you're talking about.” You can feel your face heating up, avoiding eye contact as he turns to you.
Beomgyu pushes some hair out of your face and cups your chin. “Don't be crazy.” He grins. “I probably won't even mingle much.”
“Crazy?” you scoff.
He nods. “Don't worry about it.” He taps your nose, then moves his hand to your waist. His fingers run over the thin material of your t-shirt. You don't even know what you're supposed to say — or what the hell he's thinking right now. When he flicks his gaze up to meet yours again you swear you catch a certain glimpse in his eye; something you can't quite describe but you're sure you've seen it before, in stolen glances on a hot day, behind a wink while out with friends...
“Gyu?” Your voice comes out embarrassingly quiet, and you clear your throat as you tear your eyes from examining his.
Beomgyu hums in response, cocky, knowing smile still stuck on his pretty face.
“What... uhm...” You feel his fingers slip under the edge of your shirt, just barely grazing your hip above your pants and making you lose whatever words you were trying to scramble together.
With a subtle nod to himself, Beomgyu lets out a light sigh. “Yeah.” He says, “Turn that brain off for a bit, hm? Probably better that way.” He finds a firm but gentle hold on your hips and pulls you in, placing you over his lap and adjusts his own body beneath you, ignoring your shocked expression. “Gonna distract you. Don't want you worrying about nonsense, y'know?”
You only furrow your brow at his words, your fingers absently gripping the softness of the hoodie on his shoulders.
“Anyone ever got you like this?” He asks. You follow the way he's looking down between the two of you.
“... No.”
Beomgyu nods, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin as he leans his face toward yours and asks; “You're good, though?” his soft, low voice makes you feel like you're melting. Are you?
"Uh..." You swallow, and nod quickly.
Beomgyu's face comes closer, hovering before his lips brush over your jaw, then under your ear. You find yourself leaning your body into his, and he presses his mouth lightly over your neck before trailing back up your jaw to find your lips. You push them to his, earning a small sound of surprise before he takes over, swiftly regaining control (not that it was much of a battle).
Your eyes fall shut and your lips part to grant access before he can even ask. His tongue slips in to explore, pressing against your own as he pulls your hips to gently rock against him — just once.
You sigh into his mouth, “Beommie-”
“I know,” he murmurs against your lips. He then pushes you down on him again, slowly, a few times til he finds a position that draws a quiet whine from you. You can feel him through the layers of your pants; his hardening length under your core. You can tell exactly how big he is and it has your breath hitching.
He kisses you again, then leans his forehead against yours. “Tell me if we need to stop.”
His hands squeeze the flesh of your sides and pull you against him at a slow pace, his cock straining at his sweats like it's just asking you to keep staring. Is he even wearing boxers?
Fuck, you can't believe this is happening. You should have known he wouldn't just ask you out first like a normal person. He'd been so bold lately, a hand on your waist at a cafe, extra hearts in his goodnight texts, sneaky little suggestive jokes you didn't always process right away—
Beomgyu hisses in sync with you as he pulls you against him at a nice pace, “Shit, baby,” he breathes. “Mm, need you to show me how you feel, hmm? Gotta— gotta let me know how I'm doing...”
It doesn't take much convincingly to get you to let yourself make noise for him. The nervous cloud hovering over you doesn't entirely dissipate, but that voice you've thought of every night for the past who knows how long helps you ignore it better. You burry your face in his neck, inhaling his scent as he grinds you against him, one of his hands gliding downward to your ass for better leverage. You're so wet it almost feels gross. You swear it's gonna start seeping through your sweatpants soon. “Nh— Oh my god,” You whine, your clit perfectly hitting against his cock with every motion.
Beomgyu groans. “S-So good, baby, just- fuck.” His grip grows stronger, but he's clearly holding back as to not hurt you. Much.
•
You soon feel his lips meet your neck, teeth and tongue over your flesh while your mind goes fuzzy, legs tensing and shifting on either side of him with little moans and whimpers of his name.
“I know,” Beomgyu breathes against you. “I know, you can— just let go for me, hm?”
Your fingers hurt from the tight, unrelenting hold you have on his hoodie. The sounds of his breathless low voice go right through you, quiet praises you're too blissed out to catch as you ride your high.
“Shit.”
•
When you come down, Beomgyu is brushing your hair out of your face again while the other hand soothes over your hip. His eyes are on you when you look up, your hands unfurling from fists to move flat onto his chest, and he looks uncharacteristically flustered. Catching your questioning gaze, he only offers a light shake of his head, leaning his head back.
“That wasn't suppose t’ happen,” he laughs under his breath to himself.
You open your mouth to ask, but he hushes you and pulls you gently off his lap to lay on the couch cushions. He leans over your body and holds your gaze for a second.
“I have to change,” he says. Oh. If possible, you feel your face flush more.
Beomgyu nods with another quiet laugh, and kisses your forehead, your nose, then the corner of your lips. “I'll be back to clean you up too, stay still.”
content: dom!gyu, stubborn cocky unserious gyu, established relationship, fem bodied reader, hickies/marking, readers a little shy, lowkey manhandling, dirty talk, fingering & oral (f), he's just handsy as hell idk. reader acts annoyed at first but is 100% in
A/N: i lowkey didnt want to post this but here we are i did NOT proof read this y'all! i wrote and i left
Beomgyu's a stubborn fuck. Standing between you and the door when you have to leave soon, holding you by the waist and playing with the bottom of your shirt and just grinning into your neck instead of letting you pass. You're stuck in the bedroom, 5 minutes til you have to leave if you wanna meet your friend at the agreed time, with almost 6 ft of man keeping you from getting ready.
“Just a sec.” His hands slide just under your top to squeeze at the flesh above your hips while his tongue runs over your pulse area.
You sigh. ”Beom—”
“Nn-nn, baby. Here, just...” He's pushing you further back into the room, a few steps away from the door toward the bed.
“I have to go,” you say, breath catching when you feel his teeth on you, starting to leave marks. You muttered his name again.
“You'll be fine.” You could feel that stupid smirk of his against your skin. Trying fruitlessly to muster up some other meaningless denial, you were swiftly maneuvered onto the bed. You curse and lightly shove his arm with one hand.
The action only earns a raised eyebrow from Beomgyu as he's moving to hover over you. He doesn't say anything, only plays with the hem of your shorts with one hand while the other holds his weight, eyes skimming over you. If you didn't know better you might think he looked thoughtful.
“I'm serious,” you say, and you know before you finish that there's no shot it comes across as convincing. Not with the way you've been visibly forcing yourself but to lean into him the whole time. Beomgyu nods lazily, pushing your shirt up and shifting downward a little. Your eyes widen a little and you start to lean up, only to be easily pushed back onto the pillows. “Stay.”
“F-... five minutes.” You remind him quietly. Beomgyu's fingers are pulling your shorts off to toss them somewhere on the floor. Pushing your legs apart to move between them, he gives a glance back up to your face for what felt like the first time since he stopped you in the doorway. You realize you're biting your lip, and let it go, eyes shifting off him as you hope you're not too flushed. No matter how many times you do this you can't seem to hide your reactions.
Your knees end up over your boyfriend's shoulders, and you look back to watch him lean his face over your panties. His hands caress your thighs, the soft touch of those pretty hands give you goosebumps. Beomgyu's taking his time, open mouth making its way to softly kiss over the fabric. You can't help but squirm a little — flustered and a little nervous — and you notice him smirk softly again before going for it, leaving open, wet kisses over your clothed core.
“I'm gonna be all— all messy, can't just— fuck.” Your thighs tense around his head when he gives your clit a brief moment of attention through the fabric.
“Shh, it'll be quick, just wan’ a taste before ya leave me.”
You shake your head. “Not enough time, just gonna make me all bothered when I have t’ go.”
“Doubting me?” His dark eyes meet yours and suddenly you're unable to do anything but shut up and shake your head. “Didn't think so.” Beomgyu brings a hand to push your panties to the side, running a finger through your folds. “You're already wet ’n everything. You might even be able to take my cock already if I wanted to...” he teases.
Some part of you wants to reach down and whack him in the head, but most of you is entirely clouded by his long fingers gathering your wetness up to rub over your clit, drawing little gasps and sounds from you. Your fingers bunch up some of the blanket beneath you, shutting your eyes in attempt to keep your composure.
Beomgyu chuckles under his breath and plants a kiss to your thigh, nipping at it and soothing over the spot with his tongue before leaning further for a higher spot. His fingers working up and down your cunt just teasing your clit with each return while he sucks marks into your soft inner thigh, making you whine. Beomgyu hums, “Look at me,” he murmurs, resting his fingertips just over your waiting entrance until you meet his gaze. He smiles, pressing his lips to the mark he'd just left, and pushes his two fingers into you at once.
"Ah-!" You're given no time to gather yourself when he starts, he's immediately finding a quick rhythm, reaching just the right spots with ease, pulling loud whines from your mouth til your hand clamps over it. Beomgyu rolls his eyes, “Yeah?” his steady, deep voice drawls in contrast to the fast motion of his fingers. “Not gonna let me hear you?” When you don't let up, he adjusts his grip on your thigh to lean back in, holding eye contact as he presses his warm tongue between your inner lips, fingers curling into that spot inside you all the while. Both of your hands find their way to his messy dark hair when he glides over your sensitive clit.
You groan, pushing your hips up only for him to keep you in place with his free hand. He's all in now, eyes shut, pressing his tongue flat and tasting your wetness, fucking and pressing just right with his long fingers. It's sooner than you expect when you're arching off the bed, whining and tugging sharply at his hair, earning some soft groans from him in return. “Fuck- Beom—” He takes a glance up at you, “Mm, come on, baby,” he says. He presses his lips to your bundle of nerves and then takes it between them, sucking lightly and running his tongue over it.
You almost feel like you could pass out from the high when your climax washes over you, his pace unrelenting as he rides it out for you. You're panting, hands falling to rest on your stomach, thighs twitching and trembling in his hold when he kisses up from your core to your knee slowly while he eases the motions of his fingers in you.
When he pulls them out you can't hold back a little groan, looking up at him with hooded eyes. Beomgyu laughs, “What, you want it back or something?” He brings his hand up, watching your essence string between his fingers when he pulls them apart.
You look away. You'd roll your eyes if you weren't so blissed out right now.
“You gotta get ready quick, yeah?”
You blink. Right. You only nod, leaning up on your elbows as you catch your breath.
“Look,” Beomgyu says, tapping your chin with the other hand before bringing the wet one to your mouth. He quirks an eyebrow and you part your lips for his fingers, closing around them and sighing softly, ignoring the chuckle coming from Beomgyu when you do exactly what he wanted.
