sfw and nsfw—suggestive (jokes/mentions of sex & skinships) or smut (+ they are not proof-read) blog, there's also plenty of fluff, angst, and crack so let me know if there's a specific genre you'd like me to do!
<series> [angst, fluff, suggestive] sleep
<series> [fluff, partying] ramen
<series> [fluff, teasing, suggestive] clingy
<series> [angst, cheating, fluff] dog sitter
<series> [enemies to what?, smut] coworkers
<series> [suggestive] obvious
[suggestive] best friend
[fluff, suggestive] clingy (bonus)
[fluff] dumb girlfriend
[fluff, light smut] for science
[angst, suggestive] secret boyfriend
[friends-with-benefits, smut] boundaries
[down-bad!reader, smut] dreaming
[fluff] tired
*to be continued
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hihi i just wanted to say how much i love your page and your fics so much. 🥹 it really comforts and helps me unwind after a long day <3
⟢ thank you so much for the kind words. i always read these stories multiple times before posting, and it comforts me too, every single time <3 i'm so glad you loved it!
Hi! I was wondering if you could write a short idol!beomgyu comfort fic of him js being so whipped for mc and js being fluffy after a long day schedules please? 🥹🫶
tired - beomgyu x reader
warnings: very suggestive content, etc.
beomgyu waited in the parking lot. his cap was pulled low to hide his messy hair.
he checked his phone for the fifth time then finally, he spotted you walking towards him. a small relieved smile formed in his lips as he opened his arms, waiting.
you started running, crashing into his body, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist.
"i missed you." he said. placing kisses on top of your head.
you pulled back slightly, looking up at him. his face was clearly tired and worn out.
"baby, you look like you haven't slept in a week." you said worried, brushing a strand of hair out of his eyes.
"i probably haven't." beomgyu admitted with a faint chuckle pressing a kiss on your top of your head again. then, he started to tilt his head down towards yours but you slipped out of his hold.
"not here!" you said, making your way towards the stairs. "come on!"
he sighed dramatically but beomgyu followed you. his footsteps were much slower than yours.
"it's so quiet. where is everyone?" you asked, stepping inside the house.
"they're out." he said while kicking off his shoes. "it's just us."
the house felt different without the chaos and noise of the members but still, it was comforting being alone with your boyfriend though.
beomgyu made his way to the speakers and queued up a Frank Ocean song, the music started filling the space as he sank onto the couch.
you lay down beside him to rest your head against his shoulder. "what do you want to eat?"
"whatever you want." he replied before pressing a quick kiss on your cheek. his eyes were tired but the way he looked at you stll made your heart flutter.
"chinese?"
"that's perfect."
the food arrived quickly, the two of you were sitting cross-legged on the floor, just eating and talking.
you shared every little detail about your week while beomgyu listened quietly. usually, he would just chime in with a small laugh or comment but he wasn't his usual talkative self.
"you're so quiet today..." you said poking at his chopsticks.
"i'm just tired." he smiled weakly setting down his food. "but i'm listening. keep talking, please? i like hearing your voice."
you studied him for a moment, admiring how handsome he looks even when he's tired.
then later that night, the two of you were in his room. you were leaning against the headboard while beomgyu's resting next to you. he looked up at you with his sleepy eyes while caressing your leg.
"you're too clingy." you said as you rolled your eyes, breaking the silence.
he chuckled softly at your sudden grumpiness. "wow, and you're mean."
you smirked but before you could banter, he moved, balancing himself up slightly while his other hand slid over your thighs. "i know what you're doing..." he said, teasing despite the fatigue in his tone.
"oh? what am i doing?" you asked trying to sound annoyed, your heart skipping a beat.
and instead of answering, beomgyu squished your cheeks. he leaned in and started pressing a soft, slow kisses to your lips then pulled back to look at you, biting his lips while his thumb brushing against your cheeks. "i miss you..." he said between kisses that trailed from your lips to your neck, slow like he was savoring every second. "i miss this..."
his hand moved to the collar of your shirt, slightly tugging it. you placed your hand in his chest. "don't ruin my shirt."
beomgyu let out a soft laugh. "okay baby, i won't." he said. "just take it off for me."
you rolled your eyes again but the smile on your face gave it away, making him chuckle at how cute and shy you are.
class president duties had always been your excuse to interact with beomgyu. you told yourself it was harmless to indulge him, even if you knew he was just using you.
"class pres~" you heard beomgyu's voice as he slid into the seat next to you.
oh, you hated how much your heart raced every time he looked at you like that.
"did you finish that history assignment? you know i've been so busy..." he said.
"you just don't want to do it." you continued his words for him.
he grinned, unashamed. "but i know you'll help me out. you're the best, aren't you?" he didn't even wait for your response, just dropped his notebook onto your desk and stretched out with a sigh.
you bit your lip, the right thing to do would've been to refuse him because he should do it himself for once but you knew he wouldn't stay long if you did.
you don't want beomgyu to leave.
this guy will sometimes make you feel like you were special until reality reminded you otherwise. "here." you said, sliding his complete assignment back to him.
he didn't even glance at the pages, just smiled and trusted your work. "thanks." he said, "what would i do without you?"
you froze for a moment then quickly, he withdrew, leaving you blinking in the wake of his touch.
and when lunch break came, like always, you found yourself walking towards beomgyu's desk with an extra bento box in hand.
"oh my, you spoil me too much." he said. you were embarrassed but the way his eyes lit up when he opened the lid made it all worth it. then out of nowhere, he leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. "thanks, class pres." he smiled.
later, your excitement during end of class quickly faded when you spotted him across the room. there he was again, laughing as he flirted with another girl.
you passed by.
"hey, class pres-" beomgyu paused when noticed your glare, eyes were shimmering with hurt. you turned and stormed away, leaving him speechless and confused.
he excused himself from the girl and jogged after you, his long legs catches up in moments. "hey!" he called, grabbing your shoulder. "are you okay?"
you stopped then shrugged off his hands, turning to face him with an attitude he hadn't seen before. "don't talk to me anymore." you said. "i'm done with you, beomgyu."
he froze. "wha- don't do that." he replied, uneasy. "pres?"
tears flooded your eyes and beomgyu felt guilty. he realized that he must've did something that hurt you. "aww, come on..." he said as panic started creeping into his voice and before you could move, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a loose hug.
his hand awkwardly patted your head "fine, i'll stop flirting with others, okay?"
you pushed his chest, pulling away to meet his eyes. "rea-really?"
beomgyu felt a lump in his throat. "this girl..." he sighed, looking off to the side before nodding. "yeah, i guess." he said it like he has no choice. "but uh, you can't stop helping me with schoolwork, okay?"
"about that..." you paused. "i'm still not doing it anymore. you'll have to learn and do it yourself."
"wait, what?" he groaned, his jaw dropping. "are you serious?"
"i'm not joking." you replied, raising an eyebrow at him.
beomgyu blinked at you, you're totally catching him off guard then he let out a dramatic sigh, ruffling his hair. "okay, f- fine. but then you'll have to teach me at my place."
he expected you to argue or protest but to his surprise, you agreed almost immediately, "sure. i'll be there." you said then walked away.
beomgyu stood there, utterly bewildered. his lips parted as if to call your name but no words came. "geez..." he just said to himself, shaking his head as he watched you go... feeling like he had just been played.
at his house, beomgyu was so focused on his writing then he noticed you bored beside him.
your hand played with the edge of his sleeve, your fingers lightly brushing against his skin, he watched you half confused and half amused.
"what are you doing?"
you blinked when you met his eyes, "so- sorry." then slowly you withdrew your hand.
beomgyu smiled and reached out, gently taking your hand and placing it back where it had been. "i didn't say to stop."
then after a moment, he saw you tugging at the collar of your uniform trying to fan yourself. your hair was damp with sweat, cheeks bright red, and lips slightly parted as if you couldn't get enough air.
the room wasn't even hot?
"do you want me to turn down the temperature even more?" he asked with hesitation.
you moved your hair to the side, exposing the glistening skin of your neck.
the sight sent a strange jolt through beomgyu's spine but he got worried right away when he noticed how heavy your breaths had become.
... and he's becoming nervous at the way you're looking at him right now.
you stood up and collapsed onto the couch across the room. you groaned softly then covered your face with your hands, totally embarrassed.
beomgyu stood up scratching the back of his head, confused... and probably thinking you're being a pain in the ass.
he made his way over and sat beside you cautiously. "do you have a fever or something?" he asked, leaning slightly closer to check you.
"no." you replied with muffled voice behind your hands.
"then... what's wrong?"
your hands dropped suddenly, and turned to look at him,
"i'm so horny."
beomgyu froze and his jaw slightly opened. his brain now barely able to form a coherent thought, let alone words. "you're wha- what?" he stuttered.
"do you think you can fuck me right now?"
he swallowed hard, the room started spinning for a moment as your words settled in his head.
beomgyu wasn't sure if he had heard you right, still trying to process whether you were serious or if his mind was just playing tricks on him.
yeah the room might be TOO hot actually...
"wait... what?" he asked again, leaning closer.
"i said what i said, beomgyu." you whispered, blushing uncontrollably. "i can't do this anymore."
he pulled your arm and quickly leaned his back against the couch, his eyes watched you as you moved on top of him. beomgyu leaned in,
"no kissing." you said, stopping him.
"what?!"
you smirked, leaning down to trail wet kisses along his neck. the soft sound of your lips against his skin filled the room, making him gasp.
beomgyu's head tipped back, eyes fluttering shut.
then his hands found your thighs, gripping then caressing it, sending shivers through your spine. he also started to squeeze your ass as you grind against him, where every friction drew soft moans from you.
each roll of your hips made his dick harder, straining against the fabric of his shorts. "oh, god..." beomgyu said, breathless. "don't stop."
you were driving him wild and he was absolutely loving every second of it.
beomgyu wanted to take his time and eat you but as soon as he felt how wet you were, he couldn't wait any longer to enter your swollen cunt. "are you sure?" he asked, cupping your face with one hand while his other hand started stroking himself.
"yes... hurry, please." you pleaded, biting your lip.
he buried his face in your neck, both of you groaned in unison as soon as beomgyu pushed his dick inside your tight hole. the stretch hurts but it felt good at the same time.
a loud moan escaped your lips, gasping "oh, my god." while pulling his hair.
and never in beomgyu's wildest dreams imagined fucking the shit out of you. who would've thought you're this pleasant view on top of him? he's liking his favorite class president even more right now.
his mouth opened as he started moaning against your lips but still not touching them, although one small move from you would allow a kiss.
all beomgyu knew is that after this, he was done asking you for school stuff because next time, he's going to ask you for something even better.
your forehead pressed against his as his dick now sliding easily in and out of your tight pussy, he's taking in the pleasure of seeing how much you're enjoying it. "i'm so close." he whispered in your ear.
he pulled out and you dropped to your knees, watching him jerk himself off, releasing all his cum into your waiting mouth.
he cupped your face again with his hands, watching you swallow all his cum then a soft chuckle escaped beomgyu's lips. "y/n, you're a freak." he leaned in close but pushed him back slightly.
"i said no kissing."
beomgyu rolled his eyes in annoyance, his eyes followed you as you walked completely naked in his living room, pouring water into the glass.
and despite his fatigue, he craved your closeness. so he stood up, creeping behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, planting soft kisses on your nape.
"damn... i'm getting hard again."
beomgyu inserted his cock back carefully inside your overly sensitive, beaten cunt. he started pounding hard while his hand tugged at your hair and the other wrapped around your neck.
his dick just got harder and bigger it has ever been.
you tapped his arms, signaling him to stop. "i think I'm going to pee..." you admitted. you tried to break free from his grip when you the felt pressure building inside you.
"no, you're not." he panted. pulling your hair more so he could having his mouth descending upon your neck, biting and sucking with passion.
see, he knew you would take him so well. you always do and you always will.
beomgyu can't help but to feel a surge of pride as he watches you whimper, totally convinced that at this moment, he might just lock you up inside his house.
description: as class president, you have a pride on being responsible and composed. but when it comes to beomgyu, your carefully built walls just crumbles. he knows about your not-so-secret crush and doesn't hesitate to use it to his advantage.
the classroom felt quiet without beomgyu's presence. his seat beside you was empty and you found yourself glancing at it... more often than usual.
and when the class ended, the teacher asked you to do something for them. "since you live close to beomgyu's house, could you drop these off to him?" they said, holding a stack of papers.
"uh, sure." you nodded.
you made your way to his house after class with the printouts in your hand. the doorbell rang but it took a long time before beomgyu finally opened the door.
his hair was a mess and the white shirt he's wearing showed his sweaty frame, he looked pale but his flushed cheeks gave away his fever.
"why are you here?" he asked, his voice rough from sickness.
"i was asked to bring these." you said while holding up the stack of papers. "also, you look awful."
"wow, thanks." he sighed, stepping aside to let you in.
you set the papers down on his table and turned to look at him where he collapsed onto the bed, looking so defeated.
"did you eat? took something already?" you crossed your arms, questioning him.
he avoided your eyes. "uhm, water... does that count?"
"no." you sighed exasperated. "can you sit?"
"what? why?" he groaned but still sat up at the edge of his bed without a fight.
you looked through the kitchen counter for his first-aid kit.
you pulled out a cooling pad and some medicine, then turned around to find him watching you. more specifically, his eyes were fixed on your legs, focused at the hem of your skirt, where it swayed just slightly as you moved.
he can't help it.
and even in his fever-addled state, his mind and heart always race whenever he's looking at you. "beomgyu." your voice snapped him out of it.
beomgyu looked away with a guilty flush spreading across his face.
"y-yeah?" he said while trying to sound innocent.
"come on, sit up properly." you whined, walking over with the cooling pad.
he complied, though his eyes flickered back to your legs again as you stood in front of him to adjust the pad on his forehead.
your thighs was just right there, close enough to touch... not that he ever would.
beomgyu swallowed hard, trying to ignore what's right in front of him.
you didn't seem to notice his distraction though instead, you pressed the pad gently against his skin and said, "stay here. let me make you something to eat."
"you don't have to." he mumbled though he didn't stop you.
you smiled and walked away, his fever was making his head spin but you being here is making his thoughts even more so hazy.
and when you returned with a bowl of porridge, you sat beside him on the edge of the bed. "eat." you said, snapping him out of his trance.
after he finished eating, you handed him the medicine and made sure he drank all of the water before gathering your things to leave.
"thanks, y/n." he said quietly.
you stopped and looked at him with a small smile. "if you get better soon..."
hee blinked, looking at you curiously.
"i'll let you rest your head and sleep on my lap," you teased.
beomgyu's eyes slightly widened. "oh, i think i'm good now." he pressed a hand to his forehead dramatically.
you laughed shaking your head. "no, you're not!"
"i'm pretty sure i am." he argued weakly.
"nice try." you said while stepping out of his room. "rest up, beomgyu."
the door clicked shut, beomgyu collapsed back onto his bed and smiling like an idiot despite the heat burning through his body.
oh, my god... being sick suddenly didn't seem so bad.
beomgyu sat in his usual spot near the back of the classroom, right next to you. he was spinning his pen idly over his notebook where the page is a mess of doodles and half-finished sentences.
the lesson, the ticking of the clock, the teacher's voice... none of it mattered.
nothing could hold his attention when you were sitting so close with your legs crossed in that way that made his head spin.
beomgyu tried not to stare but yeah, it was impossible... the way your skirt's slightly lifted enough to reveal a glimpse of your smooth skin, your calves flexed slightly as you adjusted in your chair... every little movement you made was maddening and hypnotic.
what would it feel like?
the thought came in his head, like it always did when he caught sight of you like this. beomgyu pressed the pen to his paper, hoping to distract himself with his mind constantly betraying him.
he imagined your thighs wrapped around his waist...
his cheeks turned pink at the thought because of his wild imaginations. he pictured himself laying his head on your lap while the rest of the world faded away, just feeling your softness.
"shit..." he muttered to himself as he stole another glance.
your legs looked so smooth, like they were made to comfort.
beomgyu's head would fit perfectly on your thighs, soft and warm beneath him. he could almost feel your fingers running through his hair and hear the gentle sound of your laughter as you teased him for how peaceful he looked-
"beomgyu?"
he looked up and realized the teacher was staring at him, with their eyebrows raised.
the class burst into faint snickers.
"uh- yes?" he stammered, feeling the embarrassment flush creep up his neck.
"i asked if you were paying attention." the teacher said, unimpressed.
"i- i was." he lied, ignoring the way your lips formed a small, amused smile.
"then maybe you can answer the question on the board." the teacher said, crossing their arms.
beomgyu's eyes darted to the board but the words blurred together.
how was he supposed to focus when his mind was full of you?
"i… forgot the context." he mumbled, earning a groan from the teacher and a few giggles from the class.
the teacher shook her head. "pay attention, beomgyu."
he nodded quickly, slumping in his seat as the teacher returned back to their lesson. he risked another glance at you... he immediately regretted it.
you were smiling, chin resting on your hand as you watched him with amusement, "you're so obvious." you whispered, quiet enough that only he could hear.
his stomach flipped but he tried to play it cool. "about what?"
"nothing." you teased, leaning back in your chair as you crossed and flexed your legs again.
his soul just left his body.
you turned your attention back to the board.
he's doomed, completely doomed.
all he wanted was to know how it felt- to be wrapped in the comfort of your thighs, to lay his head in your lap and forget about everything else but for now, all he could do was to sit and scribble nonsense again in his notebook.
description: beomgyu's got a little staring problem... or maybe a big one. when you caught him in the act and call him out with a teasing smile, he's left blushing, flustered, and maybe a little more obsessed than before.
the next day, everything was different. beomgyu didn't actually pester you, didn't make his usual snarky remarks, and didn't even look in your direction.
instead, he buried himself in extra work. totally grateful for the distraction.
keep it coming.
whatever happened or what he did last night, it wasn't something he was proud of cause it left him feeling embarrassed and guilty but... no one would ever know, he's ready to forget it like it never happened.
later, you headed to the copy room to make copies before submitting some files. the door was slightly open and you could see beomgyu inside. busy reaching for something behind the machine.
you quietly removed the piece of metal that had kept the door open, pushing it wide, startling him slightly.
"get out. i need to use this." you said, not even bothering with formalities.
he glanced at you briefly, rolling his eyes. "whatever, fuck you, i'm done here." he started to walk past you then suddenly, the door slammed shut with a loud thud.
beomgyu turned to look at you, eyes wide. "did you seriously remove the metal?!"
you stammered, suddenly feeling nervous. "ye-yeah, why?"
his face twisted in annoyance as he tried the knob multiple times. "the lock doesn't work properly, genius." he muttered, giving up after a few failed attempts. "if you actually worked once in a while, you'd know that." beomgyu continued, his tone filled with insult and sarcasm.
you leaned on the edge of a drawer, crossing your legs while guilt washing over you. "i know this room's kinda soundproof." you said, as if that justified against his comment.
beomgyu scoffed. "great, now locked in with the worst person i know."
you chuckled in disbelief at his words. "can i ask you something?"
"no." he replied sharply, clearly not in the mood.
"why do you hate me so much?" you asked. crossing your arms, waiting for any kind of answer.
he didn't respond but his silence was louder than any insult he could have thrown your way.
a suspicious smile formed on your lips.
"maybe..." you stepped closer to him. "you're pretending to hate me but you actually like me..." you teased.
beomgyu's expression shifted, a smirk flashing across his lips. "oh please, you wish..." he scoffed and before you could react, his hands gripped your waist firmly, switching positions in a swift motion that left you pinned against the wall.
he leaned in close, his voice low and challenging. "we all know that you're the one who likes me."
you gulped... suddenly remembering how you would bite your lips as you watched beomgyu roll up his shirt sleeves during his presentation, revealing his strong arms... you would also often find yourself gripping your pen, imagining what it would feel like to sit in his lap as he leaned back, all relaxed while his legs were spread open.
neither of you realized the fantasies that quietly danced in your minds about one another.
beomgyu leaned in slowly, his lips were dangerously close to yours... teasing and taunting. he just wanted to see if there would be an anticipation in your eyes, if he could see and watch you squirm.
but before he can step back, you pulled him forward, crashing your lips together in a wild, feverish kiss.
it wasn't soft or gentle. it was all raw, aggressive, lip-biting and your tongues were battling for dominance.
his hands roamed over your body, desperate while your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling it hard, making him groan in pain, but damn, it also felt good.
you shoved beomgyu against the wall, then he pushed you back against the machine, both of you wrestling for control, completely consumed by the anger and fire between you.
but the bliss was interrupted by a knock at the door. "anyone here?" a faint voice asked.
"ye-yeah, open please!" beomgyu shouted, his voice raspy. he started fixing his shirt and running his hands through his messy hair. "hide."
the maintenance guy couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity at the sight of beomgyu who's panting and all worked up. "poor guy must have been asking for help for a long time..." he thought, shaking his head.
he flashed the guy a warm smile, grateful yet trying to regain his composure. "thanks, man."
"you're good now." the maintenance guy assured him, patting his shoulder before stepping out of the room.
he turned his attention back to you, grinning as he helped you fix your hair and smooth out your shirt.
he also tried to adjust your skirt but he earned a slap on his hand instead.
"ouch..." he bit his lip, unable to suppress a smile at the unexpected moment you had just shared.
you pushed him away and walked quickly towards the exit, leaving beomgyu behind.
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beomgyu couldn't stand his coworkers, but you? his hate for you were on a whole different level.
the way you seemed to think everyone adored you, how they laughed at your jokes, complimented your looks, and praised your style...
it drove him absolutely mad.
you had this ability to charm everyone around you and it infuriated beomgyu more than it should.
is he jealous?
he saw you struggling to carry a box full of files one afternoon and you shot him a look, silently asking for his help. instead of helping, beomgyu grabbed his coffee and head back to his office without a word.
you muttered angrily under your breath, "that son of a..." while trying to stop the folders from falling everywhere. beomgyu, on the other hand, didn't even bother to look back.
then later that day, you exited the boss' office, rubbing your temples dramatically and complaining about a headache. beomgyu tried to look busy at his desk. he wasn't fast enough though because the boss called him over, handing him a stack of folders to sort and copy.
his eyes widened at the ridiculous workload being dumped on him. "boss, i haven't even finished the task you gave me earlier." he complained.
"work on these first. i need them by tomorrow."
"but-"
"no buts, young man." the boss cut him off, walking away.
and of course, just as he stood there in disbelief. you strolled by, rubbing your temples again and whining about how you needed to go home because of your 'headache.'
it's like this every day at the office between you. just a battle of petty arguments, constant blaming, and sarcastic banters.
other coworkers were beyond tired of it but at the same time, they find it entertaining. somehow reminding them the fun of being young.
and days off should have been a relief from each other, a break from the never-ending bickering but unfortunately, you live close to him. you would bump into each other at the grocery store, the library, and today... at the gym.
sometimes, he'd playfully stick his tongue out at you, throw insults and you'd respond with a mocking eye roll or flip him off.
this time at gym though, you both acted like the other didn't exist, walking past each other without so much as a glance.
beomgyu settled on the chest press, adjusting the weights and preparing for his workout. he'd done this routine a hundred times: easy reps, precise form, no distractions.
today though, you were right in front of him, perched on the exercise bike in front of the large glass windows, your body fully in his line of sight.
he began his reps, pushing the weights up with controlled force. his arms felt strong and his form's right but his mind wasn't in it anymore when his eyes accidentally wandered to your body that's moving with a rhythm he couldn't ignore.
and it wasn't that beomgyu was struggling physically... he was actually nailing it, pushing through the sets. although it seems like the more he tried to focus, the more distracting you became.
your hair was bouncing lightly with each cycle, subtle curve of your waist became noticeable as you leaned forward.
beomgyu gulped, breaths were getting shorter and his heart is just racing too fucking fast. he is getting frustrated, and not just because of the workout.
after a few more pumps, he felt his muscles tense for all the wrong reasons. "shit." he let go of the handles harder than necessary, his jaw clenched.
normally, he could block out distractions like a pro but today, he just couldn't do it... it's too much.
he wiped the sweat from his forehead, his breathing heavier than it should have been as he shook his head, trying to regain focus but it was no use.
you were still right there and it was messing with him, badly. and that's when he knew he was done for the day.
there's was no way he could finish, not with you, his most hated person, in front of him like that.
grabbing his towel, he stood up abruptly, glancing in your direction one last time before he headed toward the locker room.
he changed and gathered his things, leaving the gym and hurrying back to his place and the second the door swings open, beomgyu stumbled inside, already tugging at the waistband of his gym pants because as much as he didn't want to admit it, the thought of you had completely taken over his mind.
his mind raced, his body responded, beomgyu found himself stroking his cock roughly, touching himself just by the image of you... the slight arch of your back, the movement of your legs, the look of exhaustion on your face...
and when beomgyu finally came, a groan escaped from his lips, his fist tightening around his cock as he spilled all over the floor and his hands.
he threw himself at the couch, catching his breath and staring at the ceiling with tired eyes.
your mind was replaying the moment with beomgyu on a loop. "why did you let him get to you?" you muttered, asking yourself.
days turned into weeks and what happened between you and beomgyu became like a stubborn shadow.
you avoided him everywhere, deflecting any attempts he made to engage you in conversation. and yet, there were moments when he would you caught you stealing glances his way then he would smirk at you, sending your heart racing.
you're so mad after you remembered that you're actually the one who kissed him.
one afternoon, your doorbell rang. it was him leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, wearing an amused expression on his face. "you know, you're kind of cute when you're mad."
you rolled your eyes. closing the door.
"...i just came to see if you've calmed down from our, you know..." he said, struggling to keep the door open.
you took a deep breath, maintaining your composure.
"calmed down? you've got to be kidding me."
he pushed off the doorframe and stepped closer, his expression shifting from playful to serious. "i didn't mean to do it... and honestly, i've been thinking about that kiss more than i care to admit."
you were caught off guard. "wha- what?" you asked, confused at the sudden confession.
"yeah..." he said, running a hand through his hair, looking slightly embarrassed. "is that so bad? i mean know we've been at each other's throats since day one. but-"
you crossed your arms, trying to hide your vulnerability. "what do you want me to say? that i enjoyed it? that i think about you when i shouldn't?"
"yes. exactly." beomgyu replied, stepping even closer.
but you took a step back, trying to regain control. "you think it's that simple?"
"maybe it could be..." he countered, his expression softened before placing kisses all over your face, then repeatedly on your lips.
you tried to search his eyes for any sign of insincerity but found only earnestness. beomgyu gently guided you to the sofa, gripping your waist, kissing you deeply as he slipped off your shorts.
"and what if it doesn't work out? what if we ruin everything?"
he knelt in between your legs, looking up to you. "i'd rather try than keep pretending." he said, determined as he closed the distance of your cunt and his face.
who knew he talked like this?
you gasped when you felt beomgyu's mouth, sucking at your clit as his fingers pushed past your entrance, moving in and out of your pussy. his tongue hot lapping at your wet folds, just exploring and devouring you.
the sight of him was such a fucking turn on. you grabbed his hair, pushing him in more.
"deal?" he asked while his mouth is kissing your pussy, earning loud moans from you and it's the only answer he needed.
he pulled away with a satisfied smile.
beomgyu went on top of you. his cheeks were pink with the mixture of your slick and his saliva smeared all over his now wet beautiful face, his lips were red and glistening.
you wiped his mouth. "so, what now?"
"now? i take you out for dinner and we figure out what being more than enemies looks like." he chuckled.
"fine." you cupped his cheeks. "i'm picking the restaurant." you added, unable to suppress a smile.
description: 18+ you and beomgyu have always been at odds, with every interactions were filled with rivalry and argument. one heated moment left you both questioning whether your connection was truly ever about competition.
description: 18+ every kisses and touch feels like a reminder of how trapped you are in something you can't escape and how much it's hurting you to stay.
