I mainly read & talk about enhypen, txt, jjk, and haikyuu. I am a sub!idol & sub!character enjoyer, also blog contains of nsfw contents (MDNI). feel free to send me an ask. ♥️
genre: smut, homie hopper y/n, ohshc au, mini series, dom! reader, crack, fluff, uni au, reverse harem, parody
pairing: sub! ot5 txt x dom! reader (yeonjun x reader in this chap)
summary: You enrol into a rich ass university under a scholarship scheme. You find out the university is not only famous for its prestigiousness, but also very famous for their host club: a club with five very handsome, very eccentric boys that entertain the bored and affluent students. When you accidentally land yourself in debt to them, you're forced to assist with five events each under a different host. What can go wrong…?!
warnings: subby!yeonjun, dom!reader, afab gn reader, cringe flirting, making out, handjob, cunnilingus, fingering, cum eating, top! yeonjun, riding, finger sucking, feminisation of yeonjun, use of pet names ‘princess’, use of condom, inaccurate depictions of fashion design
word count: 9k Txt host club ml & char profile !
“come on, just come with me after this. I don’t wanna go alone.” Your friend, yoon, nudges you, not so discreetly chatting to you once you’re nearing the end of your two hour lecture.
Your eyes flicker from the board, which you’re still trying to concentrate on, but also, your attention is wearing thin and you’re waiting until the painfully slow last few seconds go by and it finally ends. “I don’t get it. Is this some kind of society?” You whisper back to her.
“Kinda…yeah, it’s a host club-” You don’t hear the rest of what she says, everyone starts chaotically packing up their laptops and notes, abruptly leaving the lecture hall once it ends and flooding the exits with traffic.
You do the same, and so does yoon. Once you’re out in the hallway and away from the trampling stampede, she begins animatedly trying to sell the idea to you again.
“I went to that badminton taster session for you because you wanted to go! And I got hit in the face with a racket, so that means you totally have to come with me this time.”
You sigh inconveniently, adjusting the strap of your bag higher on your shoulder. You supposed you could go to it for her, you were free the rest of the evening. “Fine, what’s it actually about again?”
She rubs at the back of her neck, pausing, looking sheepish and surprisingly hesitant for a second. Your eyebrow raises at this.
“You really don’t know? Surely you must have heard of it? It’s really popular.”
You shrug your shoulders, very intrigued. “No.”
“What rock are you living under...” Yoon exasperatedly mumbles, “Well…you know like, a normal host club? Where males entertain people with like, alcohol and pretend to be like, their boyfriends? Well….we have one. At the university. Except, it’s more like a tea-and-conversation, flirting, with the five most handsome and richest students here.”
You stop walking. She stops walking. Someone behind you nearly bumps into both your backs, giving you both an irritated glare as they walk past. You study her face, but she’s looking at you with complete sincerity. “Oh my god. You’re serious.” You start walking again, faster this time, shaking your head. “You rich people are bizarre.”
When you’d joined the university on a scholarship, you had come to find out just how terrible and outlandish these nepotism children really were firsthand. They operated on an entirely different plane of existence. This manages to top the cake though. They really do fuckall with their time, anything but actually studying. It’s not like it really matters though, they’ll still become heirs of multi-million companies anyway.
“It’s not as bad as it sounds. Truly!” Yoon insists, jogging to match your pace.
“How is this allowed?”
Yoon shrugs. “The creator’s family is like, the main funder of the university.”
You’re not surprised. “Of course.” You tighten your hold on the strap of your bag. “So, these people are whoring themselves out basically?” How is this ethical?
“Come on, it’s harmless and fun! It’s Furry Friday!”
“Furry…what?” You try to blink yourself awake, staring off into the end of the hallway, dissociated. Why do you even bother anymore?
“Yeah, and there’s Maid Monday too…it’s just like a cool events cafe. There’s themes. It’s cute!”
“So, do these people sleep with their guests too?” You joke, casting a sideways glance at your friend, giving up with the actual questioning of the existence of this club at a prestigious university.
Yoon looks to her left and right, covering her mouth with her hand and whispers. “Ssh. That’s more of an underground thing. They’re very selective about it and it’s superrr expensive.”
Your face drops. “What?” This is not right. You drag a hand down your face, sighing heavily. “You really want me to go to this with you?”
Your friend nods her head enthusiastically, clasping her hands together. “Please. I need to get over my last scarring situationship.”
You give your friend a pointed look. “Didn’t she like, borrow £700 off you and you never saw her again? There’s not much to get over.”
Yoon grimaces as if she’s living through it all again, not wanting the reminder. “Yes, she had some gambling issues. But, she was so perfect other than that.” Yoon sighs wistfully. “Come on, I paid for both our entry fees already. Food’s included.”
Your ears perk up at that, staring at your friend who now has a sneaky little smile creeping up on her face, knowing she’s already won. You pause. Food is included? You wouldn’t pass up on free food…Damn that your friend knows you well. You huff resignedly. “Okay…I’ll go with you.”
Yoon squeals, bringing your hands to hers and jumping up and down aggressively. “Thanks!You’re the best.”
Now, you stand in the endless queue of other students waiting to get into the club, a snake of a line going right to the end of the corridor and around the corner. It really must be popular. How had you never heard of it before? There’s a permanent sign on the door reading ‘TXT HOST CLUB’. They even have their own personal room at the university? Even from outside, you can already hear loud squealing and high pitched screams at whatever is going on in the room.
Finally, eventually, it comes to both your turns, reaching the front. Yoon shows some ticket online and you’re allowed in, the big gilded doors opening, and you’re momentarily blinded by a sudden light.
You’re not entirely sure what you were expecting, but it’s definitely not this; five guys in animal ears and paws, dancing to some girl group song on a raised platform. The spacious room is all pink with even pink marbled floor, fancy chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and ribbons and streamers decorating the walls and pillars. There’s cardboard cutouts of the members all around the room in absurd outfits, vampires, maids, fairies, princes, sanrio, mermaids, knights, traditional clothing, and more.
You’re escorted onto a free table with Yoon. Even the tables are decorated so lovely with floral lace cloth and a vase of flowers in the middle. There’s tiered cake stands with the yummiest looking sandwiches, cakes, pastries, tarts, and macarons. Laid too, are expensive-looking intricate painted tea sets and teapots. Maybe, perhaps, you could get behind this for the food.
Yoon doesn’t pay attention to anything on the table though, she’s too busy watching the performance, entirely enamoured and delighted, clapping and cheering them on.
“Oh, wow…” You watch it too, in disbelief, still trying to process your surroundings. All of this feels like a complete, bizarre, fever dream, but you have to admit, they were surprisingly pretty good at dancing, synchronisation quite insane for a bunch of random pompous dudes.
“I should introduce you to them all!” Yoon shouts over the music, excitedly pointing at one on the far right. “That’s taehyun! He’s super smart and stoic,” then she moves her pointed finger to the left each time, “that’s Kai he’s super sweet and cute! Oh-and that’s beomgyu he’s super emo and plays guitar, that’s soobin he’s a sweet posh boy and the president, and that’s…” Yoon sighs dreamily at the man on the far left, clasping her hands together, “that’s Choi Yeonjun. The It boy. He’s my fav. He’s such a prince.” She swoons. The poor descriptions weren’t all that insightful to you, to be honest.
Their performance ends with claps and screams, and then, you can finally tuck into the foods on the table, trying every single different assortment of pastries. The hosts had stepped off the platform, coming to the guests and their tables, speaking and chatting to them, the music lowered to soft ambient jazz. You can hear giggling… and barks and meows, and the strange things some guests are requesting for.
“Kai! Do a bark, do a bark!”
“Woof, woof!”
“Soobin, can you say that I’m your owner?”
“Beomgyu, I wanna be your pet!”
“I just wanna be your dog!”
You may have lost your appetite a little. But you try for it not to deter you.
One second, you’re looking down, scoffing the sandwiches on your plate, then you’re looking back up and you’re suddenly surrounded by the five men out of nowhere, looming over your table. You’re terrified, freezing mid-bite. Yeonjun, who you’d recognised as yoon’s favourite, comes to smoothly kiss her hand.
“Ah,” he sighs, “My lovely Yoon. Our loyal guest, will you be requesting for me again?”
Your friend is blushing and giggling, looking moments away from fainting. You raise a brow, gulping down the food in your mouth, turning your head her way with furrowed brows. “Again? I thought you’d never been here before. You didn’t want to come alone?”
Yoon coughs, embarrassed “Uhhm. I never said I hadn’t been here before. Simply just wanted your company this time…”
You shake your head, finishing the rest of your sandwich, still feeling self conscious at the men still by your table. When were they going to leave?
“Ooh we’ve got a new guest, guys!” One of them says, noticing you, you think his name is Kai. The others lean in curiously at you, zeroing in. You feel like an animal at a zoo. This is very odd. Especially since they’re the ones still wearing pet ears and furry gloves.
Yeonjun theatrically reaches for your hand, kissing the back of yours too, grinning and winking. “Pleasure to meet you, beautiful being. I’m yeonjun. Choi yeonjun. What’s your name, pretty?”
“They look frightened…” Taehyun whispers to kai.
The rest of them introduce themselves, shaking your hand like a normal person.
Once you’re done with shoving the last bit of your sandwich down, you quickly dab around your mouth with a napkin and you abruptly rise from your seat, standing up, ready to leave. Your time here is more than done, and you so desperately want to get away from this uncomfortableness. “Well! Lovely to meet you all. Must get going haha...”
“Wait! You haven’t chosen a favourite yet!” Yeonjun stops you.
“Everyone picks one.” Beomgyu, the one with multiple facial piercings says with his hands in his pockets.
“Usually under twenty seconds.” Taehyun adds, checking his extravagant watch that probably costs more than your tuition fees. “The average is 17.83 seconds.”
“Yeah. Which one of us is the most handsome?” Soobin pushes the glasses he’s wearing gently up his nose bridge, tilting his head at you.
They all come even closer to you simultaneously, crowding you, staring at you intensely and expectantly, awaiting your answer. All of their jaws are raised up, sweeping hands through their hairs confidently, and posing for you, doing weird expressions with their faces as if they were in some modelling photoshoot.
“Um…I wouldn’t know.” They’re all very good looking. How were you supposed to choose just one? And how would you have a favourite already?
Taehyun crosses his arms. “You don’t know?”
“Just choose one! Come on!” Kai urges you, jumping on the spot.
“Yeah.” They all start saying and agreeing together, growing impatient and slightly agitated, wanting you to choose one of them already.
So, you try again, staring at each of their faces individually, trying to be pragmatic about it so you can finally get out of here. First, you analyse yeonjun, silky blonde hair, fox-like sharp eyes, piercings all on his ears. Then soobin, soft black hair, glasses, a bunny like nose and mouth, wearing a cute sweater vest. Then beomgyu, brown shaggy messy wolfcut, soft brown eyes, but dark thick eyebrows with a piercing on one of them, a dermal piercing, and lip rings too. Then at kai, fluffy white hair, angelic features overall and a pretty nose, holding a stuffed plush penguin toy in his hand. And finally, at taehyun, big round eyes, high cheekbones and a chiselled face, wearing a whole ass corporate suit for some reason.
“I really don’t know!”
“You have to. Gun to your head. Three—” Beomgyu raises three fingers.
“TWO.” All five of them start to join in, shouting in unison.
“Why are we counting?!”
“ONE—”
The counting down, for some reason, and the fact that five absurdly attractive, very tall men are still crowded around you and shouting, makes you panic and stress and you feel very under pressure.
“Okay, okay! Oh-umm!-uh-Yeonjun!” You blurt out frantically. You don’t know why you say that name, you just choose the most memorable one to get them off your back.
There’s silence and the others recoil dramatically, betrayed, and they give you such disgusted looks.
“Terrible taste.” Taehyun clicks his tongue. The others are shaking their heads at you.
Meanwhile, yeonjun looks moments away from ascending, “I knew it!” Yeonjun’s eyes are practically shining, grabbing your shoulders excitedly, ecstatic and smug and violently shaking you. He runs a hand through his blonde hair once more, sighing out at himself as if he were in some sort of shampoo advertisement. “I knew you’d pick me.” He punches your arm playfully.
“Ow…” You rub at your arm to soothe it, it actually hurts. He punched you pretty hard. He looks like he’s about to hit you again in excitement, you back away as far as you can, taking a few steps back, fearfully.
You bump into something behind you. It wobbles. And that’s when you hear something smash so distinctly loud and hard onto the pink marble floor, exploding. Hesitantly, you slowly, dreadfully, turn around, thinking you already know what might have happened.
You had caused a very expensive looking sculpture of the five boys with roses in each their hands, to collapse straight onto the ground and smash into millions of smithereens, thousands of tiny little pieces scattered across and flying everywhere.
Everyone in the room turns their heads at the dissonant sound, gasping, teacups freezing halfway to their lips. You stare at the scene completely mortified. You can feel your soul departing your body, mentally already digging your grave to lie in. You could literally cry.
“Oh my god!” Yeonjun runs and drops straight down to his knees at the death of the artwork. “Our most expensive sculpture, all the way from Italy! Custom made from the renowned artist Angelo Pasquarelli, he passed away recently! This was the last remaining piece of art he ever made!”
Well, that doesn’t serve to make you feel any better. At all. You don’t even know what to do. You don’t have any parents that can pay this for you. You can’t even begin to imagine how much it actually costs and how you’ll ever be able to repay it, and how much debt you’ll be in now. “I’m so sorry! Oh my-I’m so, so, so sorry! I don’t know-i wasn’t looking where I was going.”
You can feel how ironic this is. You came here for the free food, now you’re massively in debt somehow.
Taehyun, the treasurer of the club, comes to crouch down beside yeonjun, staring at the remnants with visible pain and anguish too. “This was supposed to be an art investment for the club…I told you we shouldn’t have kept it out here in the open.” He murmurs sharply to yeonjun.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t afford to pay for this.” You admit. “I’m literally only here on a scholarship. Is there any other way I can help? I’ll do anything. Anything at all.”
“Hm. You can’t afford to repay for the damage?” Soobin raises a brow at you, thinking. He pulls the rest of the boys into a huddle. You hear intense whispering as they deliberate your fate.
Yoon panics for you, stepping in. “It’s going to be okay!” She reassures you, feeling slightly guilty as she was the one who brought you here when you hadn’t particularly wanted to in the first place. “I’ll try and pay for some of it for you!”
“No, that’s alright. They won’t have to pay for any of it. No one has to.” Soobin speaks up, all of them finally pulling apart.
You feel so relieved, clasping a hand to your heart that had minutes before giving out entirely. “Oh. Oh my god. Thank you, thank you-”
“You’ll repay us in another way.” Soobin thoughtfully explains. “Next week, the host club is holding a special events week.”
“For the first time ever,” Kai interrupts excitedly, “each host gets their own solo event where we can do whatever we want!”
Soobin nods. “Yes, we’ve never done events purely by ourselves before and we’ll need additional assistance.”
“You,” yeonjun says, flamboyantly pointing directly at you, “are going to become our assistant!”
“Monday to Friday,” Soobin confirms. “One host per day. You’ll help organise events, carry things, run errands, and deal with guests. You’ll work off your debt to the host club.”
“Just five days? That’s it?” That didn’t seem too bad at all, it’s an alarmingly good deal. You were expecting something significantly worse. How hard can it be? Only working five days to pay off the debt for a supposedly very valuable and rare sculpture? You can definitely do that. “Alright. I’ll do it.” You shake soobin’s hand, determined than ever.
“Yayy! Yippeee!” All five of the boys start clapping and cheering delightfully at you. You don’t know why they’re so happy.
“And guess what?” Yeonjun grins gleefully. “My event is the first one.” He takes your arm in his, interlocking and hooking your arms, and then completely drags you away. You throw one last pleading look at yoon through the gilded doors in case it’s the last time you ever see your dear friend again.
But she just giggles at you, calling out. “You’ll be fine. It will be fun!” She cheerfully waves at you being hauled out of the host club room.
“Woah.”
You stand in the doorway of yeonjun’s sleek studio apartment in awe, which hardly looks anything like student accommodation. You wander further inside, taking it all in. It is massive, everything down to the furniture and interior looking way too luxurious, with a fancy kitchen, living room, a big en-suite bathroom, and a walk in closet filled with designer clothes. That doesn’t seem to be enough though since there’s clothing racks near the windows too with garments, a mannequin, framed fashion sketches and artwork pinned on a wall, designer magazines stacked on a unique-looking coffee table.
It’s Buckingham Palace compared to your place. Your student accommodation was one tiny shoe box room, a shared bathroom and kitchen. But you had chosen the very cheapest you could afford.
“Do you like it? It’s a bit small. My bedroom is bigger than this in my mansion, but this is still cool and cosy.” Yeonjun stands in front of the wide floor-to-ceiling windows that showcase the city skyline. He looked genuinely apologetic about it too.
“Mansion…” You shouldn’t be so surprised by now, so many people you have met at the university do live in them, but it still manages to shock you a little no matter how many times you hear it casually mentioned.
Yeonjun turns around excitedly. “Hey, maybe we can go to my house after this and I can show you! Get you to meet my parents already, ay?” Yeonjun winks at you. “It’s just a five minute walk!”
“A five minute walk?” You gawk incredulously, “If your house is so close to campus, why would you ever waste money getting student accommodation?” It fills you more with slight disgust at the wastefulness rather than jealousy.
Yeonjun huffs. “My parents said the same thing. But I wanted to have that uni experience, you know? Plus, I needed to be more independent. It’s a good thing. That student lifestyle, it’s pretty hard sometimes.”
“So…you've achieved this student lifestyle by moving five minutes away from your mansion into a luxury apartment?” Wow, this is certainly going on the list of out of touch things you’ve heard students say.
“Yep!” The confidence with which he answers is quite commendable.
“Oh, okay, so you’re paying for it yourself?” You don’t mean to pry, you’re just genuinely trying to understand a bit.
“No…my parents pay for it.”
You nod. “Right.”
“Oh! Would you like anything to drink or eat by the way?” Yeonjun politely offers you.
“Just some water is good.”
He grabs two high-end bottled waters from his high-end fridge too and passes one to you. “Here you go.”
“Thank you.” Both of you come to plop yourselves on his sofa. “But you cook?” You ask him assumedly.
“I don’t know how. But my chefs come from the house every morning to make me meals. It’s lovely.” He obliviously beams at you, lounging comfortably against the cushions, one arm draped across the backrest.
You just nod along at this point, sipping on your water. You noted chef was plural, but you’re not sure where the independence is. “Well, anyways,”
He sits up right again, shifting closer to you, a bit too close. “Yes! Let’s plan my event.”
“So,” you say, “any ideas?”
“I already know what I want to do.” He seems very proud of this. “Fashion is my passion. Hey, that rhymes. Maybe I could be a poet too.”
“Sure.” You say tiredly, waiting for him to tell you what he’s got planned.
“Flirty Fashion Workshop.” He stares back at you expectantly, smirking like he was expecting some sort of praise for this.
Your face scrunches up. “What the hell is a ‘Flirty Fashion Workshop’?”
Enthusiastically, yeonjun explains. “They’re sewing, I’m showing them how to use the sewing machine like this-” he leans into you, placing his hands over yours as if he were showing you how to work some phantom sewing machine, feeling his breath on your neck as he guides your hands.
“Okay, I didn’t need a personal demonstration on it.” You swat his arms away.
Yeonjun shrugs but winks cheekily at you once again. “Your loss. People pay for this, y’know?” Undeterred, he continues to explain more of his idea, “I’ll make step-by-step, visual demonstrations on how to make basic articles of clothing and they can decorate it however they want with different fabrics and beads and embroidery and creativeness. I’ll come around, helping and flirting, of course. Then, once everyone is done, we’ll have a little fashion show where everyone can model and show off their work! Isn’t that so great?”
You can see the appeal for it, from what you saw earlier, you have no doubt it’ll work and keep guests very satisfied. It’ll probably be a huge success. You nod at him. “Hm. What we need first is all the equipment and materials for this then.”
Yeonjun nods too. “I’ll ask to borrow all the sewing machines from the fashion department. We just need lots of textiles and fabric, threads, scissors, pins, beads, buttons, decorative materials, and other things.”
“Where should we get all of that from?” You query.
“We’ll buy it, of course. Taehyun made a spending card for the club. Off to the city centre!”
“After you.” Yeonjun gentlemanly opens the car door for you, rushing out of his to come around unnecessarily for yours.
The walk to the city centre was just under twenty minutes, but he had insisted on his chauffeur driving you both there anyway.
Yeonjun leads you to a bustling street with independent craft & art shops and fabric markets. The energy is so totally different compared to the commercial, homogeneous high streets you’d passed on the way, it’s bright and welcoming and filled with such unique characters of shops.
First, you buy lots and lots of fabric as you’ll be needing a lot of those. He seems to really be in his element, ecstatically showing you and speaking words about materials and their compositions only someone studying fashion would know, making you touch and feel them all too.
All of the vendors even seemed to recognise him, happily greeting and conversing with him, faces lighting up whenever he walked in. Yeonjun is very chatty, talking to them all for a while. One elderly woman even abandoned a conversation halfway with another customer just to pull yeonjun in for a hug and squeeze his cheeks. He’s not just famous in the host club, you observed.
You’re trudging along countless heavy bags of materials you’ll need for the workshop by now, shoulders and arms aching, you and yeonjun exhausted, hours blurred and overloaded by endless textiles. But it was a little fun, there’s a certain beauty in watching a person be passionate about something, oddly fascinating to follow yeonjun along.
You make one final stop to buy packs of sequins, and finally, you have all the equipment you need. Both of you make a turn on a street, noticing a brightly coloured ice cream shop. All the shopping, conversing and carrying must have clearly gotten to yeonjun, he’s drawn to it instantly like a moth to a flame, trudging you along with him, allowing you little time to protest.
He’s staring at the menu in deep concentration, brows furrowed but practically salivating. “Could I have the largest tub with one scoop of tiramisu and one scoop of rose please?”
You take a little longer to decide what you’ll like, settling on the smallest tub (it’s cheaper), and ordering a scoop of strawberry cheesecake and chocolate. Before you’re about to put your own card down, yeonjun dramatically steps in, practically shoving you out of the way and slamming his own down instead. “No. It’s on me, of course. A prince never lets anyone else pay.” He puts one hand to his heart, closing his eyes like he was reciting something religious.
“Oh, thank you.”
The ice cream scooper seems more affected by the gesture than you are, completely swooning at yeonjun. “Wow, what a gentleman!”
Yeonjun giggles at the compliment. “Hehe. Thank you!”
“You’re such a handsome young man. Ah, young love. Go on, i’ll give you both an extra scoop.” They lean in over the counter, hushing.
Yeonjun gasps. “You’re so kind! Thank you so much.”
Yeonjun is giggling, the scooper is giggling back too. You’re affronted by the whole exchange. Is life just this easily kind to Choi Yeonjun? But, you say your thanks too, not complaining about more ice cream for free. Everyone seems to be absolutely smitten by this dude’s charms. Sure, he’s attractive and he’s got great social skills, but people act like he’s above human. Are they seeing something you don’t?
Eventually, you can sit down at the tables, dropping the bags to your feet. You’re in a much better mood after sitting down and once you’re eating the well deserved ice cream, the creaminess and flavour melting on your tongue, plus the fact yeonjun paid for it is a great bonus, both of you happily talking more about yeonjun’s event between spoonfuls.
“Wanna try my tiramisu flavour? Say ahhh.” Yeonjun brings his spoon to you in an attempt to feed you, a generous scoop of pale brown ice cream perched upon it.
You flat out refuse, instead, bringing your own spoon to take a swipe of his yourself. “Mm. It’s good.”
Yeonjun watches you continue to eat without offering your own. “I wanna try the strawberry cheesecake one too.” Yeonjun leans forwards, tasting yours without asking. He’d taken quite a large amount too. “Mmh! This is yummy! I must get this next time.”
“Hey, I never said you could try mine.”
“Let’s take pics of our date.” Yeonjun ignored you, getting out his phone and taking a series of selfies with you.
You stop and stare at him across from you before you can take another spoon of ice cream. “It’s not a date.”
Yeonjun shrugs again, unbothered. “Did you know I have seventy percent request rate?People would pay a lot to go on an ice cream date with me.”
You set down your spoon in the tub, reminded of something you wanted to ask. You don’t get it. “Why would you make a host club when you don’t need any of the money?”
“I love entertaining people. It’s my thing. I’m good at it.” He’s not looking at you, his brows are furrowed as he tries to fish out the last bits of his rose ice cream from the edges. You’d noticed he furrowed his brows a lot when concentrating on something.
“Fair enough.” You nod in understanding, you can’t deny that. From today alone you’ve witnessed just how many people he can amuse. It seemed people easily gravitated towards choi yeonjun.
“But also I don’t have any siblings.” He pulls his full lips into a slight pout, brows further furrowed, “I always wanted one, so many of them actually. I kept begging but my parents didn’t want any more. And it got pretty lonely when they were overseas so often. I’ve always wondered what it felt like to have siblings. Now I’ve got them!”
It’s your turn to furrow your eyebrows. “By…making a host club?”
“It’s something I’ve always wanted to do. I personally sought out all the members myself. Now, they’re all like my four brothers! I cherish them and the club a lot. It’s very important to me. They’re my family.” Yeonjun warmly beams.
He has that glint in his eyes from earlier on when you were in the fabric markets, and like before you can’t bring yourself to actually hate on it, he’s clearly passionate and sincere about it, so you just hum in agreement.
“That’s actually…sorta nice, still bizarre though.”
Yeonjun grins. “Did that woo you?”
“No.”
You’re back in yeonjun’s studio apartment. It’s completely dark outside by now, the city skyline view from his big windows look different after the sun had set, now it’s all just lots of constellations of scattered lights. You sit on one end of yeonjun’s sofa in the living room with the warm glow of orange and amber lamps he’d put on instead of his main lights, playing low music in the background from his turntable, the ambience nice to focus in.
Yeonjun is on the opposite end of the sofa, a large sketch pad sitting on his lap as he draws out the step-by-step demonstrations for the simple garments, you can hear his constant scribbling too. You’re on your laptop, currently focused on the duration and structure of what should be happening in the workshop and making a small slideshow for it.
“Does it look fine?” Yeonjun lifts his sketch pad for you to see the diagrams.
You scan the illustrations briefly. “Mhm. They’re easy to follow.”
You continue typing. By the time you finish the final slide, your shoulders ache slightly from hunching over the laptop. You lean back against the sofa, stretching your limbs, eyes drifting to the other side of the sofa. Yeonjun is still sketching, completely absorbed, eyebrows characteristically drawn together as he focuses, lips in a slight duck-like pout and his blonde hair now having more of the resemblance of honey under the colours of the lamps.
“Done admiring me? Daydreaming about kissing me?” Yeonjun looks up, lazily grinning as he notices your stare.
You heavily roll your eyes at him. “You’re not my type.”
“I’m everyone’s type.” He confidently states. You shake your head, sighing out at his ego, but he starts again, “Hey, you’re the one who picked me as the most handsome.” Yeonjun puffs out his chest, still pleased by that.
“Yeah, under duress. I only picked you because your name was the first I remembered.”
For some reason, he remains proud. “So what you’re saying is that I’m very memorable.”
You drop your head back against the sofa and the wall behind you. “Lord…”
“You’re bluffing. Bet you do actually daydream about kissing me.” Yeonjun goads. “I wouldn’t blame you.”
You snort. “Kissing? You wish.”
He places his sketch pad away from his lap and onto the part of the sofa next to him, smirking at you. “Oh, I do wish.”
You narrows your eyes at him. “Really? What about?”
He cockily moves and leans forwards, coming close to your face, his stupid smirk never leaving, humoured. “Lots and lots of things.”
You know he enjoys flirting without you doing anything back, meaninglessly flirting with you countless of times today without you reacting. You know he gets a kick out of it, so you decide to retaliate back this time, having had enough of it. If Yeonjun wants to play this game so badly, then maybe it's time somebody plays it back. You’ll see what he does then.
“You know what I think?” You grab him by the collar of his shirt, pulling his face even closer to yours, grinning yourself and making your voice sultry sounding. “I think you’re all talk. Bet you couldn’t actually even kiss me.”
He instantly pulls his face away, flustered, shocked by what you say, eyes wide, not expecting you to say something like that back to him. Especially since you hadn’t entertained anything else he’d said this entire day. “What?” Yeonjun’s face flushes immediately, turning unmistakably bright, beet red from his neck and ears too. His mouth clamps shut. And for perhaps the first time since meeting him, yeonjun seems quite speechless. The legendary flirt of the host club couldn't handle being flirted with back, he was accustomed to being the one in control of every conversation.
There’s an attempt to regain his composure though, clearing his throat and trying to confidently smile back. “I could and I would. Do you want me to?”
“Yeah. Go on then.” You challenge him, chin raised high, poking the bear with a stick.
He’s not sure if you’re serious, and yeonjun hesitates. “Fine.” He leans in, face close to yours again, staring at you falteringly with his narrowed feline eyes, but trying to make it seem formidable. Close enough once more that you can see the mole next to his eye, see the shadows the dark warm lighting casts on his cheek bones, making them that much more prominent, and smell the faint scent of his expensive cologne. You’re equally staring back with heated, daring eyes. You’re so sure you’ve won. He’s not going to do it. It’s all just talk.
Your eyes flicker down to his pouty lips, his rich, cushiony lips. They had such a pretty, distinctive shape to them that you’ve never seen before. For a small second, you wonder what they’d feel like against yours if he did actually lean in more, but you shake it away. Are you slowly being charmed too? Has he put a spell on you? Is this how he does it?
At last, yeonjun draws back, running a hand through his hair.
You’re just about to laugh in victory, knowing he’s lost, knowing his words hold no meaning to them, but then, yeonjun suddenly surges forwards, grabbing your face. His mouth mushes with yours fiercely and you gasp into it, startled. You find your lips move back with his, perhaps you’ll still win if you’re not the first to break away.
Both of you continue kissing for a long time, mouths sliding together, teeth over lips, taking it in turns to suck his bottom lip, then his upper lip. You don’t know if this is still part of the game but it’s starting to feel less significant as time goes on and your lips meet again and again, colliding with soft breaths. You’re enjoying it, yeonjun’s heavenly lips feel good on yours. You definitely feel like you’re under a spell right now, all almost hypnotic. Maybe he’s a witch. You’d like to believe that more than of your own will.
Barely an inch separates when you both pull apart for some air. Yeonjun is staring at you, entranced and dishevelled with rosy cheeks. His usually perfect hair has fallen into his eyes, and his plush lips were beyond swollen and tinted so red, all the blood vessels rupturing there from your kissing and biting. His breathing is totally uneven. The image and how stark it is makes your stomach flip and flutter.
Then, you’re kissing him again.
You’re touching and gripping onto each other’s bodies in different places as you continue to make out. Your lips reach yeonjun’s angular jaw, then down, brushing against the warm skin of his neck, leaving kisses and still being able to smell his lingering, delicious cologne that’s been able to last the whole day. He lets you, tipping his head back as his eyes flicker closed and his hold on your waist tightens.
Playfully, your hand reaches down to stroke his thigh and then his crotch, grinding the palm against the hardening dick in his pants. You like leading the whole of this, it’s amusing. Yeonjun goes completely still with a sharp, shaky intake of breath, mouth falling open. But just as you’re about to pull his dick out to actually touch him, his hand slaps against your wrist, stopping you. “N-no. Let me.”
You tilt your head. “Huh?”
“Let me eat you out.”
Wow. You thought yeonjun would just want to get his dick wet. He certainly looks like he needs a hand wrapped around it right now, but he’s offering to tend to you instead.
You shrug. “Okay.” You’re definitely not one to complain. So, you lie on your back for him.
Yeonjun sheds off all the articles of clothing of your lower half, grabbing the back of your knees to push you closer to him on the sofa. He spreads your legs, his sharp eyes heavily lidded at the sight, practically salivating. “Pretty…”
He wastes no time in diving into your pussy immediately, shoving his face in and licking up a long stripe of your cunt, before completely messily making out with your pussy, groaning and grunting against you, holding onto the flesh of your thighs tighter. You satisfyingly sigh out at the dim ceiling your eyes are fixed on before closing your eyes all together, biting your lip.
You grab ahold of yeonjun’s hair, fingers threading through the soft messy blonde locks and tugging just hard enough to make noises escape his throat in response.
Yeonjun attaches his perfect pretty lips to your clit, sucking, suctioning so vigorously until the bundle of nerves are even puffier than his lips. They feel even better on your clit, like they’re made just for that. He focuses completely on your pleasure, furrowing his brows as he eats you out, humming and whining and groaning, licking and sucking. The sounds of him smothered in your pussy are so audible, taking over the music still playing on the LP, and so obscene, so wet, you can only oddly describe it as if yeonjun is hungrily devouring a bowl of ramen, enthusiastically slurping and inhaling it all.
“Am I finally pleasing you? Weren’t pleased with anything I was doing before.” Yeonjun lifts his head up to look at you desperately and obsessively. He clearly takes this very seriously, intent on making you feel good.
“Mmh, sure. Keep going.” You don’t really care for anything he’s saying, barely listening, you’re nearly reaching the edge, so you grab more of a fistful of his hair, grinding down on his face. You guess he wasn’t wrong about being good at entertaining people.
Knowing you’re close, yeonjun brings his signet ringed fingers to your hole, quickly fucking them into you and lapping at your clit with his tongue, flicking over and over again, your slick gushing out as he does this. It manages to bring you over, thighs clenching around his face and cumming over it. You moan out loud and so does yeonjun at the view of you orgasming, nuzzling into your cunt further and licking up everything you give out.
Eventually, he lifts up from between your legs, your juices coating all around his enlarged lips, that they look like he put on some kind of really shiny plumping lip gloss. With a happy, drowsy smile, yeonjun licks it all off around his mouth. Then, licks his fingers clean off too, his family heirloom ring, dripping in your cum. Usually effortlessly confident yeonjun, looks incapable of forming any actual thought.
“Fuck me.” You tell him, looking down at the way his dick is practically crying to be let out of his pants, slight patch of precum dribbled out on it. You pull his zipper down, freeing his dick and pumping his achy red, leaky cock, rubbing your thumb over the tip and swiping at the fluid on his sensitive slit. Yeonjun curses, hips bucking and mouth hanging open, blissed out at the stimulation.
“Fuck you? Sure…Yeah… I-i can do that.” Yeonjun breathes out, so far gone already.
“You want to make me feel good, don’t you?” You spread your legs again, holding his gaze.
“Yes.” It seems to snap whatever restraint he has left. Yeonjun quickly goes to grab condoms from somewhere, nearly knocking something over in the process. When he finally gets ahold of one, he comes back, tearing the packet open with his teeth in a rush. Which you’ll admit, does something to you.
He frantically pushes the condom onto his cock, and you can only describe yeonjun’s face as purely debauched after he lines up his swollen fat tip to your pussy and pushes in, bottoming out completely, your walls sucking and swallowing him in so good, filling you up so good, both of you gutturally groaning. “Oh my g-ughh…” He moans every single time he pushes back in, mouth slack, long pretty whines and cries escaping him.
You wrap your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer and sheathing his dick deeper into you. Your hands slide up his back, digging your nails into the muscles there and yeonjun’s eyes nearly roll to the back of his head at that. It’s not long at all until yeonjun just completely loses himself in the feeling of you, his thrusts quickly building up in speed, slamming his hips harder and deeper, erratically.
He’s so unrhythmic with it, sloppily still trying to fuck you as his brain turns to absolute mush, he can barely do it, his pretty lips staying parted with how delirious he is. Yeonjun’s hips are practically shaking with every roll and you think he might actually fall on top of you. He tries to hold onto you, face falling into the crook of your neck, biting down there, utterly wrecked, drooling all on your neck now with muffled moans and groans.
You’ve had enough of his dumb, useless rutting, growing tired of the position. You roughly pull at his hair to bring his face back up and away from your neck. He looks at you practically cross-eyed, slurring. “Shit, you can’t even fuck me. Pull out.” You tell him.
Yeonjun panics, confused, shaking his head. “Huh? What-please, please.”
“Just pull out.”
He does as you say, whining and wailing at you like a hurt animal. You roll your eyes at his dramatics, shoving him down onto the sofa instead. “Calm down. I’m fucking you myself.”
“No, I-i can fuck you. ‘m sorry. I can do it.” Yeonjun tries to beg, profusely apologising, not wanting to feel useless to you, wanting to make you feel good, tears appearing in the waterline of his eyes from how muddled his mind is.
“Sssh. It’s okay.” You stuff two of your fingers into his mouth to shut him up, but also, wanting to watching him suck your fingers because you’re weirdly fixated on his gorgeously shaped, plump lips now. The sight of him sucking with sparkly tearful eyes is so hot and debasing.
Pulling your fingers out of his mouth, you straddle yeonjun, grabbing his dick. You place it at your entrance and unceremoniously sit down on the whole of his dick fast in one go, taking him all in to the hilt, until your hips meet his. It knocks the air out of yeonjun, theatrically throwing his head back and it has you sighing in pleasure at having his cock inside you again, stretched out at a more delicious angle.
You hold onto his abdomen, swivelling your hips around him and then beginning to ride him as yeonjun moans and mewls out so brazenly loud. “You need me to fuck you, baby. Don’t you?”
“Yeahyeah-mmm.” Yeonjun is fickle as shit, not complaining at all once he feels your pussy, in fact, he likes it more now since he’s not doing any of the work.
You lift yourself off and slam back down, bouncing on him faster and faster at an unrelenting pace and yeonjun just lays there underneath you, looking pretty and almost doll-like with his blushed cheeks and glossed lips in the shape of an ‘o’, happily taking it all in pure ecstasy, tongue lolling out and contently moaning high pitched like a girl.
You can’t help but chuckle at the view of yeonjun beneath you, brushing a strand of damp hair from his sweat-beaded forehead. “You’re more like a princess than a prince, yeonjun. Maybe you should be the princess’s host club instead.”
You thought he might objectify but yeonjun just mindlessly nods. “Kay…long as you’re still fucking me.”
You giggle, bringing your hand to the side of his hot face, stroking your thumb sweetly on his cheek. “You like being taken care of by me?”
Yeonjun nods, preening into your touch, purring like a cat. “Uh huh.”
You can feel yeonjun’s dick twitching uncontrollably inside of you. “Aww, princess, are you close?” You teasingly coo.
Yeonjun helplessly whimpers. “Yes, so close. Kiss me.”
You tut at him. “You’re not even going to ask nicely? What a spoilt princess.” But you do it anyway, leaning down, capturing his addictive lips with yours, kissing him hungrily, filthily, tongues tangling and swirling together as you ruthlessly ride him, both your brains clouded up by the other, sucking on his tongue nastily too. You clench down on yeonjun’s cock purposefully and he satisfyingly cries into your mouth, you swallowing down all his needy sounds.
You continue to bounce wetly on yeonjun’s girthy cock, going up and down at a mercilessly cruel speed as it creates sticky squelchy sounds, fucking the life out of him whilst his cries accelerate, your ass smacking his full balls every single time, grabbing his shoulders hard to hold onto as you do this, intent on reaching both your highs.
“Ohhhmy god. I’m cummingg!” Yeonjun cums first with garbled, mangled, pornographic whines, spilling his seed and filling the condom with his white gooey substance, back lifting off the sofa and arching as he sees stars everywhere. He pants and heaves, throwing an arm over his face at the overwhelming sensation, trying to come back down to earth, going boneless, feeling like a pile of nothingness, like melted ice cream in the sun.
You continue to use his spent dick, so close to your own orgasm too, so in reach as you keep jumping on his cock hard, reaching up in a gummy spot inside of you, prodding it every time so good, eyes squeezed shut in complete bliss, sweating so much, thighs aching. You don’t stop though, bringing your hand to rub at your clit too and you’re quickly able to let go, cumming around yeonjun’s twitching dick. You stay there, riding the after waves of it, slowly still moving on yeonjun’s cock, trying to prolong it until you can’t anymore and it stops feeling good.
You collapse on top of yeonjun’s body, utterly exhausted, allowing him to weakly grab and cling onto you as you both drift off.
“Shit, yeonjun. Wake up.” You attempt to shake yeonjun.
Both of you had managed to pass out on the sofa until the next day after the event planning had very abruptly turned into something else entirely. And now, you’re running a little bit late to set everything up for the workshop, neither of you remembering to set an alarm.
Yeonjun stirs in his sleep but doesn’t wake up, pouting with knitted eyebrows.
“Yeonjun.” You shake his shoulders more aggressively, shoving him.
“It’s too early.” He whines.
“No it’s not. Check your phone.”
He groans, but reaches over to grab his phone, checking the time with one eye open. “Oh. We have to go already.”
“Yeah.”
He gets up and so do you, quickly getting ready the best you can, grabbing the bundles and armfuls of supplies of everything you need and running over to the host club room.
Both of you rush to get everything prepared, checking the number of attendees, placing all the supplies each person and table will need, such as needles, measuring tapes, embroidery, fabric, scissors, pins. You make sure the screen and PowerPoint is up and ready. Yeonjun had gone to the printer to make individual copies of the demonstrations so everyone has one on a table. The sewing machines also needed to be carried one by one, all the way from the fashion department building and back to where the host club room is, which takes a considerably long time and effort. By the fifth trip, your arms genuinely felt like they were going to fall off.
The room was finally ready, guests would start arriving any minute. You collapse into a chair, yeonjun dropping down on the one next to you.
And the event goes satisfyingly well. As you had expected, the guests love the idea, following the steps and learning how to sew simple clothes, particularly loving when yeonjun comes around to flirt individually and help with the sewing machines, giggling and blushing into their sleeves. As the assistant, you go around table to table, checking in and giving extra supplies when guests need them, making sure everything is running and working the presentation on the projector as yeonjun confidently talks and teaches. You have to admit, It feels nice and rewarding to watch the whole event actually come to together after planning it for a long while yesterday and seeing everyone enjoy it.
Yeonjun insists on you being his model, wanting to make a top fitted for your measurements.
You groan. “Why do I have to be it, though? There’s plenty people who would love to be your model.”
“You’re my assistant, so you’re my model. Plus, you’re gorgeous enough.” Yeonjun deviously winks, corners of his mouth curling upwards.
You shake your head and defeatedly sigh. You thought his flirting would stop after you had retaliated back, but he’s flirting even more.
You don’t have much of a choice in being his model, so you stand before him, letting him get to work. You get to see his fashion designing skills in action, he’s very focused, a measuring tape draped around his neck, pin held between his lips, catty eyes squinted in concentration, measuring, cutting, seeing, creating the top and then decorating it. It’s a very pretty beaded, well fitted top with a gaping heart hole. There’s tiny red crystals, sequins and beads on the edges of the heart, cascading downwards like dripping blood, elegant and slightly unsettling. He even manages to make one for himself in the short time frame, making a matching one with a similar concept for himself. His featuring a similar heart motif, though slightly larger, with black crystal embellishments spreading across the chest like fractured veins.
Once everyone is done creating their pieces, there’s music playing on speakers as everybody shows off what they made, walking down the makeshift platformed stage acting as a runway, all the guests cheerfully, clapping and supporting each other, the lovely atmosphere is infectious. Yeonjun grabs your wrist to walk down the runway together, yeonjun ridiculously posing as guests scream and whistle so loud, losing their minds and you do the same, posing, actually having fun.
The aftermath of the event looks significantly less glamorous, the room is a beyond mess, looking like some sort of natural disaster had taken place in it, and unfortunately, both you and yeonjun have to be the ones to tidy and put everything away. The sewing machines nearly killing you off yet again when you have to return them all back to their home.
“Ice cream?” Yeonjun suggests once you’re finally done with clearing the room.
“Yes.” You immediately agree, tired eyes lighting up.
You don’t bring yourself to complain about getting yeonjun’s chauffeured car to the ice cream shop, despite how within walking distance it is, every muscle in your body so sore. You order the tiramisu flavour and yeonjun gets the strawberry cheesecake, swapping ice creams, having liked what the other got more last time.
Yeonjun jokingly offers you a scoop of his ice cream again to feed it to you, holding it out across the table for you. “Say ahh.”
You narrow your eyes, but challengingly accept, eating it just to watch the shocked expression appear on yeonjun’s face as he hadn’t expected you to actually let him feed you. But then, the stunned reaction changes, the idiot is glowing, widely smiling.
“You’re helping with soobin’s event tomorrow.” Yeonjun says after a bit, resting his chin in his hands and smiling at you across the table.
You had almost forgotten that this wasn’t the end, and only the start. Four more events remained, and four more hosts. The thought alone was exhausting. Tomorrow would be soobin's event and you had absolutely no idea what it would involve.
“Hopefully, you don’t like him as much as you like me.” Yeonjun jokes, but keeps his eyes still lingering on you, something almost faintly wistful about it, though he’s still smiling.
Now that you’ve come to think of it, you’ll never likely be working with yeonjun again after this, feeling the tiniest bit melancholic about it. But you snort anyway. “Who said I liked you?”
“You have to have liked me a little, otherwise sleeping with me would have been a very strange decision on your part.” Yeonjun raises a brow at you, grin only deepening.
You laugh despite yourself and so does yeonjun.
“Unless,” he adds, placing a hand over his chest in wounded exaggeration, “the sex was bad and you like me even less now, which would be quite sad.” A dramatic pout pulls at yeonjun’s lips.
As bizzare as yeonjun is, you supposed you get how people can be charmed and pulled in by this man now, because you do find you’re no different than anybody else who likes him anymore.
Please actually reblog !!!!!! and leave comments !!!! guys if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated and so nice tysm !<3🙏💕🌷It’s incredibly discouraging and disappointing when fics have such little reblogs. At least send an anon in the inbox if you don’t want to rb, don’t just like. Feedback is always appreciated it makes writers want to actually write more :)
A/n: I’m so sorry if this is shit and everyone hates it 🤣🤣 Im too scared to read it all back and then change it all and never post it 🤣🤣 i kinda hate this sm. yes I am aware the ending is so poorly written 🤣 but ayyy yeonjun debut on my blog ! I actually have another fic idea for jjun that I want to write too
AAAAAHHH I'm so so so happy that this series finally came out, literally didn't waste my time cause I just can't wait until morning just to read this lmao (jjun is so pretty in that pic omg 🤤)
I hate that I couldn't burst out the most annoying laugh in the middle of the night without risking getting wacked on the ass by my mom. This is so funny yes I want some furry friday too
Shits get so serious around here LMAAAOOOOO they're such a freak (who says I'm not one too, though? I need them barking and purring right now in front of my face)
You're right, just five days is straight up diabolical. Where's saturday and sunday? We're gonna seven days a week by jungkook our way to this shit
Idc if nia said this is shit bcs I absolutely devoured it. Nia your writing is always so so geeewwddd I always like your writing style, not too much but also not too little with your details and holy shit your smut never misses what the fuck ilysm I'll wait for the rest of the chapters 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 ik you'll ace it mwah
you can't hold back when you ask, "how come you didn't tell me that you were moving?" soobin pauses, his head slowly lifting up to gauge your facial expressions. "i mean, i know we weren't super close but we were science partners and i was a little hurt when i had to find out from the teacher that you left." your voice gets soft to show that you weren't angry at him, just curious.
"i-" soobin's had comes out to comfort you, but he stops himself and drops it onto the bed and grips onto the comforter instead.
fem!reader x soobin, virgin!soobin, nerdy soobin, he blushes a bunch, making out, handjob, cum-tasting, he stutters a bunch, glasses!soobin, beomgyu and taehyun cameo!, kind of premature cumming, this is kind of long i'm so sorry !
note from luna: a request that i got carried away with and took me super long to write (˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥) , i really hope you enjoy it nonetheless (@mymelodying)
as far as you knew, the last time you saw choi soobin was your senior year of high school. you occasionally talked in the one class you shared together, science. he was your lab partner and you would often have to do experiments and assignments with each other, maintaining an 'A' average throughout the year. in class, soobin often kept to himself and was typically hunched over his work or books. he never spoke too much and when he did, he would stumble over his words and pink would dust his cheeks while he avoids any and all eye contact with you.
when you got the chance, you would often glance at his belongings. you heard the talks about him outside of class, the whispers in the hallways about how "weird" soobin was. the way he watches so many animated shows/films was obsessive, always nose deep in recent manga, mumbling to himself about the characters and major plot points. they would talk about the way he dressed, draped in over-sized hoodies and sweats, his glasses that were just a tad bit large on his nose and often slid down the bridge. you were endeared when you would catch him pushing them back up, a small smile creeping onto your face.
one day in class you took notice to the little stickers that littered his folders and notebooks, also the plush keychain that hung from his backpack. you thought it was cute how he showed his interests in little ways like that, especially since he wasn't able to talk about them to these judgmental students in school. you never thought it was strange like the other students saw it to be. but to soobin, your wandering eyes must have felt that way. he snatched up his things with shaky hands and shoved them in his bag, his face burning red. before you could get a word out, he sped-walked out the classroom and down the hall.
you and soobin never got close, never had the chance to. aside from playing with chemicals and writing scientific equations on a piece of paper, you didn't get to talk that much. here and there you would gather a little information about him, but he would often shut himself up from going on and on about his interests or life. he kept it short, like he was drawing a line between the two of you. it pained you a bit that he felt like he had to hold himself back, you noticed the light in his eyes when you would ask him a question and the way it faded when he caught himself. his eyes shaky and gnawing on his bottom lip, changing the subject to science-related topics.
the day before soobin left, it was a friday and you managed to get a smile from him. it was a stupid joke you made while doing an experiment involving looking at germs. you mustered up the courage to lighten the tense mood since you've been working for an hour on the assignment, jabbing soobin in the side before he pressed his eyes into the scope.
"hey," he turns to you, his eyes immediately shifting when they locked with yours. he stares at a corner of your face, but you were used to it. just like you were used to the pink that spread across his face whenever you would converse with him. "why did the germ cross the microscope?"
he furrows his brow and chews on his bottom lip, "w-why?" he stutters.
you hold back a laugh as you complete the joke, "to get to the other slide." you couldn't hold back for long as you burst out with laughter at how dumb the joke was, it wasn't even that funny. yet, you couldn't help yourself. soobin's eyes widen at the sudden loud sound, his face flushing as he turns away while trying to stifle a laugh. he looks into the microscope in front of him, but you don't miss the small smile that comes onto his face. nor the little dimple that appears on his cheek.
you were the last to know about soobin and his family deciding to leave the city for one that was three hours away from yours, which meant he would be transferring high schools. you didn't have a chance to say goodbye or thank you for all his help during the class as he just stopped showing up. you were pretty worried, it wasn't like soobin to miss a day. let alone it being three in a row, your anxiety was starting to eat you up and you decided to ask the teacher about him.
"you didn't hear, soobin transferred last week. friday was his last day."
it shocked you, he never talked about leaving. granted, you weren't the closest to him but you thought with the small-talk you often made he would mention something like that. or even bring it up the day before he supposedly left, the day you saw him smile for the first time. before leaving the classroom, you took another glance at the seat next to yours that was empty with something heavy weighing on your heart.
after he moved, it took about a month before you got use to his absence. everyday you walked into class your eyes would immediately fly to the seat he once sat in. you hoped that you would find him sitting there with his disheveled black hair, his glasses that were perched on his little nose, his lips that would be pursed in concentration as he worked out a problem in his study book. you would deflate when he wasn't there, shuffling to your seat and plopping down with a sigh.
you eventually got a new lab partner, beomgyu was his name, and the two of you would come to be good friends. often finding yourself doing the same things you would with soobin, plus some. hanging out with the boy after class and talking to him about his interests. sometimes you'd find that same glint in beomgyu's eyes that you saw in soobin and get sad, shaking the feeling off with a small smile.
you would eventually forget about soobin in the following months leading up to graduation, maybe not completely though . even though you knew he wasn't there, he couldn't possibly be, your eyes still searched the sea of graduation caps hoping to find those glasses and flushed cheeks you grew fond of.
you and beomgyu walk into your first chemistry class of the semester together, shoulder to shoulder, and laughing about some video that he sent to you this morning. the two of you ended up getting accepted into the same college after vowing to never separate post-graduation. you were happy to know one person for your first year, and even happier that it was your best friend beomgyu.
you take a seat in the third row of the classroom with a sigh, beomgyu following and plopping down next to you. you turn towards beomgyu with a blinding smile and he playfully shields his eyes, making you push him. before you could strike up a conversation about your excitement, the professor walks in along with some straggling students who didn't want to be marked late on the first day. she was a short and limber lady, with a high bun resting on her head and circular glasses that framed her face well. she looked like the kind of professor that enjoyed her job.
she shut the door behind the last student to enter, before making her way to her desk. she fumbles around with her many folders and laptop, pulling up a slide show. the room is mute of talking, the only sounds being the shuffling of students reaching into their backpacks for their computers and pencils, prepared to take any introductory notes. as she sets up, the door to the classroom creaks open and everyone's heads turn in the same direction.
a boy with wired-headphones plugged into his ears walked into the room. he was wearing a black tight-fitted shirt that hugged his sides, it was tucked into his jeans that fit his thighs perfectly, his dark hair was mussed but in a stylish way. he grimaces and his face flushes when he realizes the squeaking of the closing door was bringing unwarranted attention to him, dimples that looked a little familiar appeared on his cheeks.
"class starts at eight, young man." the professor says, grabbing the remote that controls the screen now that her slides were pulled up. he turns in her direction, popping the buds from his ears and wrapping them around his phone, his face seemed to turn even darker and he sucks in his bottom lip. you cock your head to the side, the more you stare at him and watch his actions, the more familiar the boy looks. distant memories that you can't quite catch float around in your head.
"s-sorry. it's not an excuse, but my alarm didn't go off." his voice was deep and smooth as he spoke, honesty laced in his tone as he apologized. all around you, the girls in the class started to whisper to their friends. presumably about his good looks, you would do the same with beomgyu if it weren't for you trying to wrack your brain trying to figure out why you think you've seen him before. he presses his lips together and bows his head awkwardly in apology. he starts to head for a seat, but he's stopped by the professor speaking again-
"i'll let it pass this time since it's the first day," she starts and he nods his head in acknowledgement, his grip tight on his bag-strap that was slung across his slim waist. "what's your name?" everyone tunes in, wanting to know the name of the handsome boy who would be in this class for the semester. he runs a hand through his hair, his eyes darting around the room and avoiding stares. "ah, c-choi soobin."
you freeze, your eyes widening at that name. choi soobin? like choi soobin that you went to high school with? choi soobin who suddenly upped and left one day? the same one who buried himself in over-sized clothing and his glasses that never sat on his nose right? that's the same guy who was standing in front of you, with fitted clothes, no glasses on his face, and a lot taller than what you remembered, that soobin?
your eyes follow him as he walks past you once the professor dismissed him to a seat that was a few rows behind you, you couldn't help it. you haven't heard that name in about a year and now he shows up again in the same college as you, in your science class? your eyes lock briefly when he goes by, his eyes immediately shifting away and his face going pink. you don't think he remembered you though, besides it's been a while and you also forgot about him until this moment.
all class, you could only think about the boy who you were semi-acquainted with in high school and how much he has changed. your body itched to turn around and catch a glance at him, figure out if it was actually the same boy you knew.
"you okay," beomgyu whispered to you, poking a finger into your side. you give him a nod before placing your face in your hand and gnawing on your bottom lip. you had to talk to him after class, right? you needed to know if he remembered you, thought about you even a little after he left.
you were lost in thought until the final minutes of class, the professor clapping her hands together sharply before clicking to the last slide. it was an announcement that she will be putting us in pairs, and we'll stay in that duo for the semester. you'll do labs, assignments, and presentations with your partner. it reminded you a lot of the class you took in high school.
"hopefully we're together." beomgyu whispers, crossing his fingers and you smile at him while also twining your fingers in hopes. we wait while professor starts calling out pairs, your heart beating fast. the both of you take a pause when beomgyu's name is called.
"choi beomgyu and-" he bites on his bottom lip and squeezes his eyes shut, grabbing onto your hand and holding it tightly in his. "kang taehyun." he deflates, throwing a pout at you and you caress his shoulder. he turns around and finds his partner who raised his hand. he gets up with his belongings and makes his way towards the boy and they immediately jump into conversation. you think he'll be alright and you shoot him a thumbs up when he looks your way with a soft smile.
you jump when your name is called next, snapping your head to the front of the room. hopefully whoever you get is nice and not someone who will slack off and make you do all the work, that's the last thing you want in a college-level chemistry class. "and choi soobin."
you eyes widen and your mouth drops open in shock. what are the odds that you and soobin would be in a science class together and be lab partners at that. it gave you a reason to talk to him again after some time, but you haven't thought about what you would say. how would you even bring up what you wanted to talk about?
when you turn around, soobin was already looking back at you. you couldn't quite read his facial expression, he looked a little surprised but also intrigued. he would shift his eyes away though, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. you gathered your belongings and headed up the stairs to his row and taking the seat next to his.
you look at him from the corner of your eye, too scared to turn and look at him and just fidgeted with the pencil in your hand instead. you let the professor finish putting people in pairs, she tells the class to exchange info with your lab partners and get to know them as our first lab will be on thursday. there's about fifteen minutes of class left and she dismisses us to be able to converse.
slowly, you turn your head towards him. "hey,"
soobin jumps and rubs his hands anxiously over his thighs. he looks over at you and bows his head, before turning away again. he squeezes his eyes shut and says something under his breath you can't catch.
"uh, so… we should probably exchange numbers like the professor suggested since we're going to be together for a whole semester. and we might have to keep in contact with eachoth-" you started to ramble before soobin suddenly cut you off.
"did we go to high school together?" he asks, turning towards you. he quickly catches himself, his face burning and his eyes shifting away from your stare that felt too intense. he looks down at his lap, at his fumbling hands that were there. "ah sorry- i mean…m-more specifically did we have a science class together?" he mutters the last part.
you freeze, so he did remember you…"uh, yeah. we were lab partners back in high school." you answer his question while nodding your head.
there was the tiniest smile that came to his face, crooked and cute. "i thought so…" he mumbled more to himself. his hand comes up to his nose like he was going to push up his glasses, but his hand curls into a fist when he realizes they weren't there.
"what happened to your glasses?" you blurt out without thinking. soobin's drops his hand onto the table and his face turns a pretty shade of pink.
"my-my glasses? i, um stopped wearing them awhile ago. i wear con-contacts now." his hand scratches the back of his neck as he speaks and he clears his throat often the more he talks, like he was thinking of the next words to say as he said it.
"mmm," you hum in understatement. before you could ask another question, about why he left so suddenly without saying anything, it was the end of class. the professor would announce that while also telling us to pick up our homework for the day. a worksheet to get to know all about your lab partner, like we were in kindergarten again.
soobin packs up his belongings and you can't help but to notice the keychain that hung from his backpack, the same one from when we were in high school. you smile to yourself and soobin gets up, a quick and jerky movement that startles you a little.
"i-i'm gonna go now," he stiffly says, sliding behind you and starting for the stairs that leads to the door. you bite your lip, quickly getting up and packing your stuff to follow him. you can't let him get away that easily, not when you got the chance to finally see him again.
"wait-" you say, catching his hand that was on his phone and ready to unravel his headphones. he flinches away, snatching his hand back and leaving yours hanging mid-air. when you look at him, he was blushing, his eyes looking everywhere but at yours and his cheeks were puffed out.
"sorry i- i was just wondering if you wanted to get started on the homework?" you ask him, dropping your hand and clutching onto your tote bag. soobin taps the screen of his phone with his thumb to check the time.
he opens his mouth to speak but gets interrupted by someone slinging their arm over your shoulder and ruffling your hair. you knew it was beomgyu cause he was the only person that did that to you, the little punk.
"shall we grab some lunch, i'm starving~" he asks, pinching your cheek. he stops when he realizes that soobin is standing there, looking between the two of you with wide eyes. he particularly focused on beomgyu's arm that was around you, which striked you as odd.
beomgyu nods at him before shoving a hand out in front of soobin, "hi, i'm beomgyu! you must be soobin and this losers lab partner." you roll your eyes, shoving his arm off of you and making him pout. soobin tentatively takes his hand, shaking it almost robotically before letting go.
"so," beomgyu turns to you, bringing his face completely in your view. you notice the way soobin turns his head away, his face burning. "are we getting lunch or not?"
you lean back and gesture towards soobin, "actually, i was going to get started on the homework assignment with soobin." you smile at beomgyu who drops his obnoxiously and his eyes flicker towards the boy that was standing there shuffling on his feet. he looks back at you, wiggling his eyebrows.
you never talked to beomgyu about soobin, never felt a reason to. it felt better to keep those little memories you had to yourself, instead of loading all you grievance on someone you just met. so, to him it probably looked like you were looking for a hook-up.
"oh, that's cool! i'll just get lunch with taehyun and catch up with you later?" he taps your shoulder and gives you a shit-eating grin that makes you roll your eyes even harder than the first time. he skips away, smirking at you as he heads out the door to track down his new friend.
soobin looks at you, not for too long of course, before staring down to his feet or the ground beneath them you weren't too sure. he drums his fingers against his bookbag strap, the silence stretching on.
"uh, sorry about that…do you have any time to do the assignment right now?" you ask him.
soobin's head pops up and he seems to perk up a bit at the idea of you still wanting to hang out with him, "yeah down- i'm down!"
"we can go to my dorm, it's only a five minute walk from here. if that's okay with you of course!" you offer, pointing in the direction of your room. soobin blushes furiously, but nods his head in agreement. you smile, waving your hand and motioning for him to follow you.
"me and beomgyu share this place, but he shouldn't be back for awhile. but you already knew that…"
soobin shucks off his shoes before looking around. it was a cozy and small dorm room that he can tell is properly lived in. plushies littered the couch, there were two mugs on the coffee table in front of it, he placed his shoes next to the others that were by the door. it smelt good too, like cinnamon and something else he couldn't name.
you watch as soobin scans the place, his head turning until it lands on you. he gets startled as if he forget that it was your place and that you were actually in it. you don't fight the giggle that bubbles up and comes out.
"we can go to my room, it's more comfortable." you smile at him and make your way down the hall and to the right where your room was, opposite of beomgyu's who was on the left. he follows you into the room and jumps when you shut the door.
you gesture towards the bed, "have a seat." he nods and rummages through his bag for the assignment, a clipboard, and a pencil to write with. he settles on the bed, but he doesn't move. he looks almost frozen as he sits there and you smile fondly at how shy he can truly be.
you sit next to him, climbing onto the bed and crossing your legs with the paper in your lap. soobin mirrors you, being sure to put a little bit of distance between the two of you as he does.
"i-i'm ready when you are." he says, scrunching his nose and pushing up imaginary glasses. your eyes linger on him a little longer than you intended, soobin's eyes shifting and his cheeks turning rosy as he clears his throat.
"right- um, first question is…what's your favorite thing to do?" you look up from the sheet for him to answer first.
"i would say m-my favorite thing to do is read or watch tv, it's what i do the most." he shrugs his shoulders while you write down his response.
"and what do you like to read and watch?"
"nothing much, just…what everyone else reads and watches." he answers, his hands fidgeting around his pencil.
"and what is everyone reading and watching?" you tease. soobin stutters over his words, his tongue felt tied as he tried to come up with a lie and think about what trending shows he's heard others talking about.
"i'm messing with you," you laugh, placing a comforting hand on his thigh. he tenses under you and you pull away, he immediately relaxes when you do. "but i did notice the jujutsu kaisen figure on your bag, do you like that show? it's anime, right?" soobin's eyes are wide when he looks at you, his mouth moving like a fish.
"you know about jujutsu kaisen? have you ever watched the show?" he sounded excited that someone recognized the figure, as if it wasn't one of the most popular ones out now. he had that same shine in his eyes that he did back in high school when he would talk about things like this.
you felt a little bad when you had to admit the truth though, "i've never watched it, but beomgyu always talks about it!" you try to make the situation a little better and give him a topic to bring up with beomgyu whenever he sees them again, maybe they can become friends too.
"oh…" he deflates, tapping his pencil against his paper.
"we could always watch it together, since we're going to be around each other the whole semester." you suggest to him.
"really? you would watch?"
"yeah," you answer honestly and watch with fondness as soobin smiles, sucking his lips into his mouth in an attempt to hide it. it reminds you of the day before he left, the same day you finally saw him smile.
you can't hold back when you ask, "how come you didn't tell me that you were moving?" soobin pauses, his head slowly lifting up to gauge your facial expressions and feeling the shift in the mood. "i mean, i know we weren't super close but we were science partners and i was a little hurt when i had to find out from the teacher that you left." your voice gets soft to show that you weren't angry at him, just curious.
"i-" soobin's hand comes out to comfort you, but he stops himself and drops it onto the bed and grips onto the comforter instead. "i wanted to say goodbye… i didn't even know we were moving until i got home that day." he mumbles with a small head shake.
"everything was already packed and they were loading up the u-haul truck. i hardly even had time to process it all and once i did i was in a new city surrounded by a bunch of new people. b-but believe me when i say i wanted to say goodbye at least…" and you do believe him. he sounded too sincere and his eyes reminded you of a sad puppy, his lower lip jutting out into a pout as he spoke.
he almost looked he wanted to cry and you couldn't have that, not over something so small. you were just curious as to why you never saw him again, you didn't mean to upset him in the process. you don't remember how or when but when you snap out of your thoughts, you're close to soobin. super close, with your hand pressed against the side of his warm face.
he was blinking at you wildly, his fingers gripped tight into your covers. you gasp, your eyes widening as you steal your hand away and pulling back. "sorry, i don't know why i just did that…"
"you-" soobin presses his lips together, furrowing his brows.
"i…?"
"you whis-whispered something,"
"what did i whisper?" you nervously ask.
he clears his throat, "you said that you missed me…"
you were taken aback, you didn't remember saying that but soobin said you did and he didn't have a reason to lie. did you miss him? when he left, you did think about him a lot. even after meeting beomgyu and graduating, there was little moments when he would pop into your mind and you would wonder how he was doing. if he was doing the same, thinking about you at that very moment.
you look at the boy who was so different from what you remembered. his muscular and toned body that was visible through his shirt, his legs that were a lot longer than before and encompassed by his jeans, his slender hand that held his pencil, his big and curious eyes that were no longer framed with glasses, his pretty and pink lips that were pouted so cutely. you wanted to lean in and kiss them-
your lips touch in a chaste kiss that lasts a second. when you pull back, soobin's eyes were squeezed shut and his lips were still protruded. you giggle, hiding your smile behind your hand and soobin's eyes crack open. he was blushing furiously and he had a sheepish look on his face.
"it's true, i did miss you…" you admit to him. you shove the classwork aside and crawl towards him. soobin's breath hitches when you start to come closer, his legs involuntary parting and allowing you to fill the spot between them.
you bring your faces close enough so that your breathes mingle between the little space there was. you slowly bring your hand up to his face again, your thumb rubbing under his eye. soobin's breath gets shaky as he lets your explore his face, gnawing on his bottom lip in nervousness.
you let your finger trace the bridge of his nose where his glasses used to be, "do you still keep your glasses around?" soobin brain was malfunctioning and he couldn't speak so he simply nods his head and points a trembling finger at his backpack that was on the floor. with a smile you hop off the bed to grab his glasses that were in a cute case before repositioning yourself to where you were.
you raise the glasses up to his face and gently slide them over his ears and up his nose. they were the same ones he had back then, except now they fit his adult features. they looked perfect on him, against the pink of his cheeks.
"so handsome," you mutter while continuing your evaluation of his face. letting your fingers trace the bow of his upper lip, soobin's stuttering breath making them moist. you look him in the eyes, "can i kiss you, properly?"
soobin swallows, his eyes sliding to the wall behind you. "i-i don't know how… i've never kissed somebody before." he whispers.
you were slightly taken aback, "really?" it was a little hard to believe that someone that looked like this has never kissed anyone. he shakes his head slowly, his nervous eyes finding their way back to yours. it was cute, the contrast between his striking visuals and his timid actions. and the fact that you were the first person to kiss him, be close to him like this, defile him was kind of turning you on.
with a gentle touch, you tap his lips. "just keep these open and follow my lead, hm?" soobin nods again, licking his lips and parting them, shutting his eyes as you move in close to him. you tilt your head to slot them together with his and soobin's fingers grip onto the blanket.
you take it slow and let soobin get the feel of making out, he's clumsy at the start of course. he can't quite find the right rhythm and sometimes he'll press too hard. he pulled back a little at one point and whispered against your mouth, "is that right?" you would grab him by the chin gently and hum in agreement before pulling him in again.
this time soobin melts into the kiss, finding the pacing easier this time as you capture his lips. wrapping an arm around his neck to keep him in place, sliding your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and making soobin shiver. his whole body squirms as your nails scratch his scalp gently, a tiny whimper slipping into the kiss.
the sound sent tingles through your body and you wanted- no needed to hear it again. you grip the hairs and tug them just a little, just enough to tilt his back and deepen the kiss.
"ngh," soobin moans into your mouth, his pretty lips opening wider. you place a hand on his chest, pushing him back onto his elbows. you slip your tongue into his mouth and soobin allowed you to explore his mouth, moving your tongue against his. he finds himself liking the way it feels, his body heating up, his pulse racing, and there was another sensation happening…between his legs.
he can feel the way your hand slides down his chest and tense tummy, heading right for the spot that was throbbing. his breath hitching when your hand ghosts over his crotch, your hand warm against the prominent bulge. his hips twitch up into your hand and he moans at the contact, the friction was delicious and he wanted to chase it.
it wasn't until you started rubbing at the same time as he grinds into against your hand. he found that the longer you did it, the better it felt and there was something coiling in his belly that made his breathing uneven and his body tingle. it scared him a little and he would pull away from the kiss, pushing your hand off of him, "wa-waitwaitwait-" he voice was breathy and his face was flushed, lips red and swollen.
"what's wrong?" you ask with concern, your hand that was just making him feel good was now rubbing his shoulder in comfort. soobin's skin was tingling with every graze, but it was bearable and not as intense as whatever just happened.
he ducks his head in embarrassment, his voice low when he speaks. "i-it's just that was my first time feeling something… like that."
"did you not like it? we can stop if you don't wan-"
"no!" he shouts, his head popping up and his eyes wild. "n-no it's not that i didn't like it…in fact i think i liked it too much. there was this feeling, right here." he points at his lower abdomen, right above his cock that was still hard and twitching in the constraints of his jeans.
"it was really intense and overwhelming, it scared me a little. it was too much, too fast," his speech is fast, his face burning all the while. you giggle a little and let your hand drop back down to his hard-on. soobin jerks, his legs twitching at your sides and lets out a breathy moan as his eyes flutter.
"what you were experiencing was getting close to having an orgasm. you've never touched yourself before?"
soobin's body felt like it was on fire, "no, never…"
"well," you lean into his neck, letting your breath ghost against the sensitive skin. soobin swallows when you trail your lips along the side. "would you like me to be the first to touch you there?" he moans while nodding his head, giving you the consent you needed to hear.
you unbuckle the belt that was around his slim waist, unzipping the zipper and sliding your hand into his pants. soobin watches with heady eyes, blinking slowly as if he didn't want to miss anything. you pull his cock from his pants, the tip was glistening with precum and you press a finger into the pool. you bring your finger to your mouth, lapping at the liquid.
"w-what are you doing, why would you eat…that?" soobin stammers, but his eyes were glossy as he watched you lick up his precum. it made his cock twitch between the two of you.
"it's sweet," you simply reply. "wanna try some?"
soobin tentatively nods, one small motion of his head and you kiss him. immediately, you push your tongue into his mouth while wrapping your hand around him and lubing him up with his own precum.
"uhn," soobin moans, his hips slowly raising up into your fist and his hand comes up to squeeze your arm tightly. it feels so good, he feels so good that he can't even keep up with the kiss. his mouth going slack as he continously moans and whines.
the air between the two of you is humid, soobin's glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose from the sweat building there. his hazy eyes looking at you through his almost fogged lenses, letting out an assortment of needy sounds.
you start to jerk him earnestly, letting your hand go up and down his cock at a quick and steady pace. drinking up all of the whimpers and pants that soobin feeds you. he leaks profusely over your first, a tell-tale sign that this was in fact his first time being touched.
soobin couldn't think, his brain was clouded and his skin was prickling with pleasure. he couldn't control his hips that kept thrusting up, chasing after that intoxicating feeling of your hand on him.
"i-" he gasps when he feels that coil in his tummy again, coming at him quicker than the first time. he doesn't think he can stop it this time though, his body tensing as the pleasure ramps up and his orgasm builds.
"you?"
"i don't think i can hold back -" he choked on his words, shaking his head. his eyes were shiny like he could cry at an moment from feeling so good. you let your hand graze his tip briefly and that seems to be soobin's breaking point.
"i'm- i'm gonna cum," he breaths, his eyes rolling back and his hips kicking upwards in one final thrust. his body twitches, a long and high-pitched moan of your name flowing from his mouth as he comes in your hand.
he tosses his head back, his one hand that was in the sheets so tight that his knuckles were white and his other hand that was on your shoulder was shaking. he felt like he could see white as he came, he felt light and dizzy as multiple spurts of warm cum landed on his shirt and jeans.
you stroke him while he comes down, his breathing heavy and his bottom lip was now sucked into his mouth as he tried to regulate himself. "wow," you smirk, admiring the amount of cum that landed on his clothes. soobin gets shy, his face burning as he turns his head away.
"i'm sorry - i didn't mean to cum so quickly…" he apologizes.
"you don't have to apologize for that." you reassure him, sticking a hand into his mussed hair before reaching down to push his glasses back up his nose and making him crinkle it cutely.
"it-it's embarrassing… cumming just from you touching me." he mumbles, his eyes downcast in shame.
"not embarrassing at all, it's hot." you lift his head up and make sure he's looking into your eyes, letting him know you were telling the truth. he swallows, his throat bobbing and he nods his head.
you laugh, letting his face go and grabbing some tissues from the bedside table. "but if you came that fast just from a handjob, i don't think you would've fared if we went all the way."
soobin's eyes go wide, whimpering when the soft tissue touches his sensitive cock. "i-i… i could've lasted longer!" he counters, a little frown on his face as he said it. you tuck him back into his boxers and zip his pants up.
"really?" you raise an eyebrow, tossing the dirty tissue aside and climbing into his lap. you settle down, pressed directly against soobin's sore cock and moving your hips a little. soobin moans, his hands coming to your waist while nodding his head.
"well, we have a whole semester to figure that out now don't we?" you smirk, as you hop of his lap and start to head out of the room. soobin watches with a furious blush on his face as you go.
"w-wait, my pants!" he calls out, leaping off the bed to remind you off his cum-stained pants he was wearing. he pauses though, looking down and groaning. he was rock hard again. "dammit," he mumbles while shoving a hand between his legs.
how was he supposed to survive chemistry like this?
⪼ Your pregnant husband's tits have been aching, who are you if not to help him with his predicament?
◞ malewife!beomgyu x femalehusband!reader (f)
[ wc: 2k ]
「 !! 」 mpreg (beomgyu is quite literally pregnant in this.) reversed traditional gender roles, lactation kink, hand-job, beomgyu is whiny and desperate and loud, dom!reader, sub!beomgyu, reader makes beomgyu taste his milk, domestic/slice of life .
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ me and Eli ( @hadslovesbeom ) wrote our first fic together, expect many more to come! our conversation made it out of instagram dms and into a phone call and then into a fic that we co-wrote, can you believe it?! crazy world we live in. say abc if you wanna see another member knocked up next!
── 𝖬𝖠𝖨𝖭 𝖬𝖠𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳 | BEOMGYU'S 𝖬𝖠𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳
The afternoon suns peeks through the curtains and basks the quaint little kitchen of your two story home in a warm light. Inside the smell of brownies wafts through the air, reaching all the way to where you're lounging on the couch. The book in your hands is long forgotten, your eyes are no longer on fixed to the page you had been reading so intently. Your senses are filled with something for more enticing.
The sounds of pots and pans clinking together can be heard from the kitchen as your husband moves around rather clumsily. A familiar tune floats through the air as Beomgyu hums along to the same song he'd been singing for the past few weeks — to soothe the baby he said. A warm feeling blossoms in your chest at the sounds he makes.
Tossing the book aside, you stand from the couch without a second's hesitation. Your footsteps are barely audible over his soft humming as you enter the kitchen. Beomgyu stands with his back to you, his head slightly bowed and his sleeves rolled up over his arms as he mixes the batter. The pink apron is wrapped snugly around his waist, accentuating his child bearing hips that sway in tune to the melody.
Entranced by the domestic sight of your husband like this, you lean on the doorway as you watch him quietly for a moment longer. He doesn't seem to realize that you're standing there, too caught up in perfecting the brownies he had been so dead set on baking.
You pad over to where he stands silently, close enough to where your breath fans across his shoulder and neck. Wrapping your arms around him makes Beomgyu startle and he lets out a small yelp as the spatula slips from his grasp. You chuckle, amused at his skittish response as your arms tighten around his delicate frame.
"Ah! You scared me…" Beomgyu murmurs with the hint of a pout on his full lips. He makes no move to worm himself from your grasp, only sighing as he leans back against your chest.
"Sorry baby, couldn't help it." You hum, letting your hands splay across the round bump on his stomach, fingers pressing down just enough to try and feel the life that was growing inside. "How's the little one doing?" You ask, pulling the loose shirt he wore down just enough to press a kiss to the naked skin of his shoulder.
Beomgyu shudders at the touch, letting out a soft almost inaudible whine. His gaze is fixed on the batter he mixes, but you still catch the slight tremble to his arm. "She's doing fine, been kicking all morning though…"
"She's giving you trouble already hm?" You whisper, hands moving over his stomach through the apron in a gentle caress. "Sounds like she's going to be quite the kid when she comes out", you sigh in his ear and Beomgyu full on shivers.
He doesn't say anything after that, only letting himself relax into your embrace as the familiarity of your touch roams over his stomach. Beomgyu had always been gorgeous, but fuck if he didn't look ten times better pregnant. It made him glow in a way you hadn't thought to be possible, his eyes shone brighter, his smile stretching just a little wider. Your hands move higher, palms gliding over his chest which had begun filling out.
Beomgyu squirms when your thumb brushes over his nipple — they were almost permanently perky now. You chuckle at the reaction, rolling the bud between your index finger and thumb. "You're extra sensitive today, baby." You murmur, hands kneading his tits gently through the fabric, "You okay?"
"H-ah…" He whines, his grip on the spatula tightening as his knuckles whiten. "S'worse today…" He whispers, the tip of his ears turning an adorable shade of red, "Aches…"
Your quiet laughter rolls down the side of his neck, making the hairs there stand as goosebumps ripple across his skin. "Is that so?" You drawl, tongue darting out to trace the shell of his ear before you take the lobe between your lips and give it a small tug with your teeth.
Beomgyu practically squeals, dropping the spatula once more, only this time he doesn't attempt to reach for it once more. "D-Don't talk like that…" He gasps, turning his face away when you attempt to kiss his cheek.
Wordlessly you reach for his hips, fingers digging into the plush skin as you flip him around to face you. Beomgyu shrieks as his back hits the counter, soft and brown eyes widening as his lips part. His face is flushed with embarrassment and he avoids your gaze.
"Hey", your voice is gentle but there's no mistaking the underlying command in it. Grabbing his chin, you force his attention back on you, "Look at me."
Beomgyu audibly swallows, the prominent adam's apple on his throat working as he does. His face reddens further when your gaze drops to his chest, his arms shooting up to cover himself. "Don't look!" He says, "They're swollen right now…"
Your brows tug into a frown, one of your hands gripping his wrist as you pull his arms away. "Don't hide from me, baby."
He doesn't stop you when you reach for him a second time, your palm caressing one of his tits through his shirt. "Should've told me about this sooner, hm? I could've helped you already", you coo in his ear, listening to the way his breath hitches.
Beomgyu shakes his head, "Y-You don't have to—"
But you're not listening, already reaching behind him to untie the apron. Momentarily letting your gaze drop to the front, the corner of your lips tug into a faint smirk as you read the printed text there. "Kiss the chef, huh?" You drawl as you pull the garment from his body, leaving him in only the oversized shirt he wore that reached down to the middle of his thighs. "Guess I might have to."
"Wha—" Beomgyu begins but is quickly cut off when you pull his shirt up over his chest. Despite the kitchen air being warm, Beomgyu's nipples are swollen and perky, and very obviously irritated.
"Poor baby", you coo, letting your thumb drag across one of them. Beomgyu shudders, his eyes screwing shut as a creamy droplet of milk spills from the bud. "Does it hurt a lot?" You murmur, your gaze drifting between his round tits and his flushed face.
Cracking an eye open, he gives a small nod. "Yeah…" He croaks, shifting uncomfortably where he stands.
Without thinking, you grab a hold of the back of his thighs, effortlessly hoisting him up on the kitchen counter, knocking the bowl of batter down in your haste. Parting his legs, you make room for yourself between them, your face leveled with his chest. Beomgyu squirms in place, his hands finding your shoulders in a split second as he holds on tightly.
"Are you sure? You don't have to—"
"Shh." You huff, leaning in to press a kiss to one of his tits, "I want to."
Then you move. Your lips wrap around his nipple, your eyes never leaving his as your tongue presses against the sensitive bud. Beomgyu lets out a high-pitched whimper at the sensation, and a second later warm and creamy milk fills your mouth. He tastes sweet, almost sugary — just the way you had imagined him to. One taste would never be enough, you were sure of that.
Your other hand comes up to give attention to his neglected tit, kneading and groping at the soft flesh. Beomgyu arches into your touch shamelessly, his thighs wrapping around your hips as he pulls you closer. "Feels good…" He hiccups, his eyes glossed over with pleasure and relief.
His milk was addicting, and you swallowed down hungry mouthfuls, tongue lavishing on him as you sighed. Beomgyu kept squirming on top of the counter, his fingers tightening and relaxing their grip on your shoulders for each pull you took.
When you pull off with a small pop he whines out in protest, already chasing after the warmth of your mouth as he attempts to tug you back. But you only shake your head, leaning up to kiss his parted lips as you let the milk on your tongue transfer to his.
Beomgyu's eyes widen, his brows shooting high on his forehead as he makes a small noise of surprise. "Taste yourself", you murmur into the kiss, "You're so sweet."
Obediently swallowing, he blinks as he licks his bottom lip. "It's good…" He whispers, like the admission was shocking even to him. Then his expression twists into something needier and he lets out a pathetic whimper, "But I want more."
You chuckle, but would never actually deny your husband. Your mouth returns to his chest, this time to his other breast as you pay attention to it. Lips wrapping around the nipple, you give it a small suck as your gaze flickers up to meet his. Beomgyu was flushed from his neck and to his hairline, a sheen layer of sweat forming on his temple as he trapped his bottom lip between his teeth.
When his slender fingers wrap around your wrist you simply relax into his hold, letting him guide your hand under the swell of his stomach and between his legs to press your palm flat against his erection through his boxers. Quickly catching on, you slip your hand beneath the elastic waistband, fingers wrapping around his throbbing cock before giving it a firm stroke.
Beomgyu jerks into your touch, his back arching as he presses his chest against your open mouth, head tilting back at the feeling of your hand on him. "So needy, aren't you?" You tease, thumb flicking over his swollen and leaking tip.
He only nods, unable to form even a coherent sentence. "Mhhn—" He gasps, a shiver going through his body as his cock twitches in your hand. "S'good… more!" His hands have returned to their position on your shoulder, his grip deadly tight as he meets the touch of your hand in small desperate thrusts.
Your lips are still wrapped around his nipple, sucking greedily as you try to savor the taste of him. The hand you've got wrapped around him moves in firm strokes as you bring him closer to the edge. You can feel him pulsate against your palm, pre-cum sliding down his shaft and coating your fingers as he writhes helplessly on the counter. "M'close!" He whines.
"It's okay, baby." You murmur around his nipple, tongue flattening against the bud as another fat droplet spills out. Your thumb presses just below his tip, the way that would always make his thighs quiver, "You can cum."
That's all it takes from him, as he practically explodes onto your hand. His head tips back, jaw slacking as his eyes screwing shut as a single tear slides down his flushed cheek. His cock spasms in your grip, hot and thick ropes of cum painting the inside of his boxers and your fingers as they jerk him off quickly, coaxing every last drop out of him.
His chest heaves against your open mouth, his grip on your shoulders going lax as he sags on top of the counter. Pulling off of him with a small popping noise, one last drop of milk spills from his nipple. You're quick to catch it, tongue darting out to lap up the single spill, not wanting to waste anything. Beomgyu lets out a soft whimper, his eyes peeling open just enough to send you a shy glance.
Pulling your hand from his boxers, you lick the remnants of his release off with a smirk, enjoying the way he squirms and hides his face behind his hands. "Taste way better than the brownies", you muse when you pull your thumb from your mouth.
Beomgyu perks up at that, his eyes widening as he turns toward the batter you had spilled. "The brownies!" He shrieks, scrambling off the counter on wobbly legs as he attempts to save whatever was left of the mess you had made.
Watching him from where you stand, you lean against the cabinets. "Don't worry, I'll help you make new ones."
Genre: completed series! camboy au, college au, smut, crack, fluff
Pairing: camboy! Beomgyu x gn reader (afab when smut)
Synopsis: Every Thursday night at 8pm, you tune into your favourite camboy: Angel313. What you don’t know is he goes to the same uni as you, is even in the same class as you and is Choi Beomgyu, the campus fuckboy but will you keep his secret?
Warnings: jackson wang party, online stalking, blackmail, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, slut shaming, pussy eating, riding, premature ejaculation, amazon position, pegging, handjob, anal play, spanking, nipple play, reader wears a lingerie dress, degrading, use of pet names, dollification
Word count: 16.4k
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You read the message on beomgyu’s phone that he shoves instantly in your face with great confusion. You furrow your brows, unable to even comprehend what was being shown to you on the way-too-bright screen, eyes squinted and slightly stinging since the rest of beomgyu’s room was shrouded in darkness. A few moments prior, you were blissfully ready to succumb to sleep next to the boy.
Haechan: I know you’re a camboy, beomgyu. I always knew you were a fucking whore. Just wait until I tell everyone 🤣🤣.
You go completely still. For a second, it’s like the world crashes down.
What? How is this even real?
You’re still having trouble processing the words glaring back at you. It doesn’t make any sense to you. Not even remotely. Why would haechan even send something like that? The quiet economics guy who plays cello alone in the practice rooms? The haechan you’d now come to befriend? You reread it over and over again without saying a word, just trying to wrap your head around any of this. It’s nonsensical, it’s absurd!-
“Y/n.” Beomgyu’s voice snaps you back, cutting through the silence. You look up. His face is paling as well, eyes widened in equal disbelief. “Do you even know who he is?!”
You blink, thrown off by how frantic he sounds. “Who-Haechan? Yeah, he’s my-”
“He’s the guy who made all those rumours about me!” Beomgyu interrupts, the words tumbling out of his mouth way too fast. “The one whose girlfriend came onto me and he got angry at me over it!”
You frown, stomach twisting, still trying to catch up in the sudden whirlwind you were thrown into. “Wait, what?”
“Haechan,” Beomgyu repeats exasperatedly. “He’s crazy. He’s been dying to try and find some kind of shit on me for ages. He must be having an absolute field day with this. He’s had a personal vendetta against me ever since that whole thing.”
Shit.
“That’s him?!” Your mouth falls open.
Beomgyu gets up, pacing around half dressed, stress, pure panic, and frustration taking all up on his pretty features, his dark, thick, straight brows creasing. Beomgyu huffs, running a hand through his messy, damp hair, still staring at you incredulously as if any of this were your fault.
“How was I supposed to know it was him?” You protest, raising a brown at him, hands thrown up in defence.
“I could have told you easily. Why did you never say who it was?” Beomgyu exhales sharply.
You cross your arms, baffled. “I have no idea! I didn’t think it mattered!”
Beomgyu suddenly stops his pacing. He narrows his eyes at you, shooting you a slight betrayed look, jaw tight, his tone and his expression accusatory, and his voice low, dead serious. “Did you…tell him?”
The look he gives you is new, and it genuinely makes your throat close up, chest tightening. You hate how coldly he’s staring at you, blaming, untrusting, he’s never looked at you like that before ever. You didn’t even know he was capable of looking at you like that.
You gape at him. “No! You think I’d tell him? Wow…” a hollow, disbelieving laugh escapes you. You scoff, feeling hurt and offended that he’d even think you would.
He scoffs right back at you. “Then how does he know, y/n?”
“I didn’t tell him anything.” You snap, growing irritated and your temper flaring at how beomgyu was just accusing you of spilling secrets that could ruin the both of you.
“You sure about that? Because you were getting realll close with him…you sure you didn’t let it slip?” Beomgyu asks bitterly in a condescending and mocking tone, his eyes still narrowed at you.
You stare at him, completely affronted. “No. I’m not stupid.”
Your wrack your brain, trying to think of how haechan could possibly even find out, replaying every interaction, every conversation, every moment you’ve had with him—and that’s when realisation hits you. He saw that notification. It must be that. It can’t be anything else.
You stare off into the distance, mortified. “He saw a notification.”
Beomgyu frowns, tilting his head. “Notification?”
“The one for the live the other day. I forgot to switch it off and he saw when I was showing something on my phone. I didn’t think he’d be a weirdo to try and search it up. He found the channel. Oh my god.” You drag your hands down your face, groaning. Your anger simmers down quickly, leaving only dread.
Beomgyu just sighs heavily at the information, sitting back down next to you, knitting his brows, elbows on his knees, the tips of both his index fingers touching and he brings his hands underneath his nose. He tries to concentrate, thinking and contemplating what to do about this whole unfortunate situation both of you are currently stuck in.
You try to reason, attempting to assuage the tense atmosphere and make him and yourself calm down and feel a little bit better. “You can’t even see our faces. We don’t show our faces. How is he going to prove it’s us?”
But beomgyu shakes his head. “You don’t understand, y/n. People don’t care about proof. They just need something a little convincing. It’ll spread anyway if it looks even a little like us and it does. If anyone at uni finds out, we’re fucked. People aren’t so kind about sex work. And you’re roped into this now too. I don’t want that to happen to you.” Beomgyu meets your gaze upset, eyes softening but heavy with worry for you. “It could mess up your reputation, your career…what a piece of shit.”
You play with your fingers nervously now, properly thinking about what could happen made you feel a little sick. “What do we do?”
Beomgyu looks down at his lap. “I…I don’t know. Part of me thinks we…delete everything. The channel. Just erase it. That way, no proof. Nothing to connect.”
You blink, utterly devastated by his suggestion. “Delete it?” You repeat, voice small. “Beomgyu… i-it’s your channel…”
The idea feels like cutting off a limb. He can’t delete his channel. He loves his channel. You love this channel. You loved his channel long before you even knew it was him behind the screen - Angel313. He was your favourite camboy, his streams were obviously hot, but also oddly enough comforting and familiar to you. It was something that you always looked forward to in the week. Something always there. And it could possibly not exist anymore? Over this? It was your channel too now. Deleting it off the internet was like deleting a part of beomgyu, and of you. All your streams, archives, the money, all thrown away. You’d stop streaming with beomgyu…losing something that had become far more than just money or content to you.
Beomgyu exhales shakily, still not meeting your eyes. “Well, he’s going to tell everyone. It’s the only way I can think of. I don’t want people saying mean things about you too. I’ve been there before. The site doesn’t allow any kind of screen recording or downloading so if we delete it quick, maybe he won’t be able to show it to anyone.”
Both of you sit in silence, fully taking in the weight of it all, you could lose a lot. “I just can’t believe haechan would do this,” you mutter, “he seemed nice…and not weird.” You’re genuinely upset, finding out your mysterious cello friend was actually the one who ruined Beomgyu’s reputation.
“Yeah,” beomgyu snorts quietly, “I was good friends with him too once. He didn’t seem like that either. But after he got that girlfriend… he got weird and scarily obsessed with her and really possessive. She dumped him, obviously, but he still acts like I personally ruined his life and blames me for it. Don’t know why he still cares.”
Silence stretches between you. Beomgyu fidgets, then speaks up again after a short while. “Sorry for doubting you…” he says softly, guiltily chewing on his bottom lip. “Are you mad at me? I’m sorry…” He lifts his eyes and looks at you so sincerely and expectantly, waiting like a puppy. He hesitates, then takes ahold of your hand quickly and desperately, not wanting you to still be upset at him at all.
You huff. “It’s fine,” but you give in easily and you squeeze his hand back, watching the way he breathes out a tiny sigh of relief at that, “Though, a little faith in me would be nice. I wouldn’t tell anyone this. You know that, I’m your friend.”
He lets go of your hand, rubbing at the back of his neck and nods. “Right.”
“Do you think we really have to delete the channel?” You ask, really hoping there was another way.
“I don’t know.” Beomgyu sighs, head falling back and he looks up at the ceiling, having totally surrendered. But, then you see his eyes light up, his expression changing. “…I may know some people…they might be able to help us…” he says cryptically, hushed and mysterious. Beomgyu glances left, then right, conspiratorially and conspicuously.
You lower your voice too, assuming you had to. “Oh my god really?! Who?”
“This is just huening kai and taehyun. How are they going to help us?”
Your optimism rapidly dies as you stare at the scene in front of you, Kai and taehyun slurp on ramen noodles, severely hunched over whilst gaming on kai’s computer, their figures illuminated by the glow on his monitor. The room smells potently of broth, energy drinks, and is suffocatingly warm with all the electronics. Noodles hang precariously from kai’s mouth as he smashes the buttons on his keyboard with concerning intensity and speed.
“Shoot him! Shoot him!-No, the other one—are you blind? Shoot! Behind! Behind you—behind you!” Taehyun is beside him, screeching dramatically into his ear in whatever game they were playing.
“I know what I’m doing!” Kai snaps. “You’re distracting me. Shush!”
“No, you’re just atrocious at the game.” Taehyun retorts with a raised brow.
“No, you are. That’s why you’re only watching.”
“I just don’t like playing horror games! Not that I’m actually bad at it...” Taehyun mumbles petulantly at him, wounded.
“Oh yeah, I forgot. You’re such a scaredy cat.”
For a few foolish seconds, you really thought beomgyu was taking you to some dark, secret, shady, underground organisation, that was going to miraculously help the both of you out and leave you forever indebted, some deal with the devil type of thing. Maybe they’d silently eradicate haechan, assassinate him. That would be great. Beomgyu had even worn a cap and sunglasses to go to huening Kai’s place. He’d also cautiously walked over here as if he were under surveillance by the government, which had turned out to be an absolutely unnecessary level of drama.
You let out a helpless sigh. This is not what you had envisioned. “These are the people we’re entrusting our lives and reputations to?”
Beomgyu puffs out his chest in offence like he’s been personally insulted. “They’re the best at getting dirt on people! I always go to them.”
Once kai dies in the game and squabbles a bit at taehyun, swearing and claiming it was his fault, they both swivel theirs chairs around to you and beomgyu like two villains, finally acknowledging your presence. They also give you a look of offence, expressions turning so incredibly arrogant.
“Yes.” Huening kai smirks satisfactorily. “we are. We’re experts”
“Professionals.” Taehyun adds with his arms crossed.
“Specialists.” Kai goads, nodding to himself.
You roll your eyes. “At what exactly?”
“Online stalking.” Taehyun quips.
“And blackmail.” Huening kai says with such devious excitement, thrumming his fingertips together like an antagonist. “You can find out a lot about a person online. Everyone’s got a dark past. We’ll find out about it. Don’t you worry heh.”
You exchange a look with beomgyu. He hums and nods along eagerly with a thumbs up, trying to sell the idea to you, approving and grinning as well, but it just seems like he’s overcompensating to you. “See? See? We’ll just blackmail him back!”
“That’s if you find anything…” You mutter with defeat and just accept that this is the plan now.
Kai spins his chair back round cheerfully. “Ohh, I love a good blackmail. Don’t you just love a good blackmail, tae?”
Taehyun cracks his knuckles and agrees. “Deeply.”
They get to work, taehyun pulling up and somehow finding out all of haechan’s social medias. They go through his tagged photos, his following, his friends, their friends, you see his baby photos, his old football club he supposedly was a part of, shots and recordings of old orchestras he was apart of as a teenager, his embarrassing try-hard linkedin, his strangely named playlists on spotify, an abandoned finance bro podcast channel he’d started with three episodes and no listeners, just to name a few.
Within minutes, haechan’s entire digital existence is scarily laid bare on the monitor in front of you like endless food on a table ready for you to dig into, except you have no idea where any of it came from. It could be roadkill for all you know. You’re sure haechan himself isn’t even aware just how much of him there is out there. You make a mental check to make sure you delete most of your own online presence too. It was quite frightening.
“So,” Kai says suddenly, stretching back in his chair with a yawn, “are we going to the party?”
“What party?” You query.
“Jackson wang’s end of exams party?! Come on we have to go.” Kai insists as if it were so obvious. “His parties are insane. If there’s a party you shouldn’t not miss out on, it’s his!”
“I don’t know…” you start apprehensively, “with everything going on. I don’t think it’s the best idea.”
You and beomgyu have avoided streaming since, neither of you feeling like it with what’s happened. And also because haechan now knows your channel so that would be super weird. As far as you know, he hasn’t exposed you guys yet, hasn’t said anything, and somehow that feels worse. You don’t know when he would, and the uncertainty keeps you more on edge all the time, your uneasiness deepening by the minute. The threat just hangs heavily over you, not knowing when the string would snap.
“You can’t let this haechan guy dictate your lives. You should allow yourself to have some fun. It’ll take your mind off things!” Kai protests with such comical conviction.
“Yeah,” Taehyun agrees. “Fuck him.”
“But what if haechan’s there and decides that’s the night he wants to tell the whole world?” Beomgyu speaks up. He’s been quiet for a while now, standing slightly behind you, arms crossed.
“That’s a good thing actually.” Taehyun’s eyes light up.
“How?” Beomgyu frowns.
“Once we find this blackmail,” taehyun explains calmly, very self assured, “We’ll confront him there. It’ll be public enough to scare him too. We’ll corner him.”
Kai is still scrolling on pages, but then he stops abruptly. “Oh.”
You lean forwards and so does beomgyu. “What?”
“He’s loaded. Like, rich, rich.”
Articles appear. Business features, his family name, a conglomerate. They practically own half of everything in the city. You never knew this. Why did it take so long to find these as well? Surely, it would have been the first thing that popped up when taehyun was searching.
You glance at Beomgyu, who looks just as surprised. “He never mentioned his billionaire-ass parents before,” he mutters.
“I don’t think he wanted anyone to know,” Taehyun observes, “Which is interesting.”
You knit your brows. “Why would he hide that?” Whilst there were articles about his family, it seemed there wasn’t much linking him to them or saying he was their son that much either.
It was getting late by now, and whilst you had found out substantial information you wouldn’t even want to know, and had discovered haechan having very rich ass parents, it didn’t really lead to much. You still didn’t feel like you had enough evidence to blackmail him on anything just yet, nothing you could actually use. It makes you worried. What if you never find anything? What if this is it? What do you do then? Delete the channel forever?
Kai notices your expression and waves a hand dismissively, reassuringly. “Don’t worry. You two go home. We’ll keep digging.”
Taehyun nods with a smile, an attempt to keep you hopeful. “He’s hiding something. We’re close.”
Kai grins. “And we will find it.”
Trying to fall asleep the night before the party is laughably futile. Your brain refuses to switch off, cycling through horrible scenarios. You’d had endless exams for the past few days and they’d at least made the impending dread and worry you felt for this catastrophic event not the first priority, but still festering in the back of your mind nastily as you revised, like the first subtle stages of a disease you could pretend to ignore before it became too late.
Haechan still hadn’t said anything yet and you had this awful feeling that he definitely would at the party. With taehyun and kai also having exams, they’d paused their researching too, buried in their own studies, and whilst they’d started up their digging once again, it’s not like you’d received a message from them yet if they had discovered anything. They’re certain they’ll find something though. If not, the other option was to hold his failed, slightly problematic, finance bro podcast as leverage to see just how embarrassed he was over that. Maybe it could work? Oh, never mind that, you know it won’t. It’s embarrassing, yes, but not exactly ruinous.
You and beomgyu had deactivated your channel for the time being at least. None of you had the heart to fully delete it yet and you’d hoped haechan wasn’t smart enough to have tried to backup evidence by recording on a different device or something like that. But, what if you can never stream with beomgyu anymore? What happens? What if you slowly by slowly hang out less? What if you’re not actually that close like you think. Is it all really just because of the channel?
All this irrational thinking is genuinely hurting your brain and you so desperately wished you could just fall asleep right now. You feel almost hysterical by now. It feels like you’ve been lying here for eons. You squeeze your burning eyes shut from the lack of sleep, and roll onto your side, then your back, then your other side, then your stomach, then your side again. You let out a frustrated groan, squeezing both sides of your pillow around your head—
Knock, knock
The sound of knocking suddenly comes from your door and you immediately whip your head to the noise, jolting, startled, genuinely frightening you since it was so quiet before. It was also four in the morning and you were definitely not expecting anyone at this hour.
Cautiously, you slip out of your bed and open your door just a crack, only to find beomgyu standing on the other side completely unannounced.
He’s in his plaid pyjama bottoms and wearing a white sleep shirt that’s slipping off one of his shoulders, exposing a sliver of his collarbone. Beomgyu’s hair is a mess, wolfcut flattened on one side and sticking up in random directions on the other. He’d looked like he’d just gotten out of bed himself and he sports an equally irritated and miserable expression. You’re guessing he’s in the exact same predicament as you.
“Can’t sleep.” He says with his lips heavily downturned, which also backups your hypothesis.
Your eyes linger down to the fluffy bear slippers he’s still wearing. You chuckle softly. “Yeah, neither can I.”
“Guess we’ll just have to try together.”
He walks right in, pushing past you like he’s done a thousand times before, kicks off his fluffy slippers and flops down onto your bed, face planting into one of your pillows with a long, dramatic groan, arms and legs splayed out.
You close the door after him. “Ah, yes. Just invite yourself in.”
Beomgyu rolls his head to the side to look at you, cheek smushed in the pillow and just shrugs at you, clearly unbothered by your sarcasm, making himself comfortable.
You join him, mattress dipping as you lay back down too. He instantly grabs out for you, pulling you in his arms and scooting closer to you, then closer until you’re tucked against his chest. He nudges and nuzzles his nose into your neck and you catch the soft, relieved sigh he lets out, his breathing finally slowing and evening out.
It’s ridiculous how it puts you at ease instantly, both your limbs warm beneath the covers, and his body feeling like a comforting cocoon around you. You relax and seep into him, his slow, hot breathing against your skin grounding and familiar. Neither of you say anything, but you don’t feel the need to. Everything with beomgyu is comfortable. You never feel uncomfortable. You can already tell how he’s feeling, and you know he can tell how you’re feeling too, just letting the quiet, shared exhaustion fill the room instead.
Despite the anxiety still lurking somewhere in the corners of your mind, you feel yourself slowly slipping, the impending party, the threat of haechan, all the tiredness of exams, blurring into background noise along with the quiet hum of your dehumidifier and the muffled city noises outside. It’s all replaced by the simple presence of having beomgyu here. You’d forgotten you weren’t all alone with the alienating your exams had done. You at least had each other and that alleviated you a little bit. You weren’t aware how much you needed him next to you. You swallow hard, heart twisting in that familiar flutter of intense emotions you didn’t have the words for. You turn around to wrap your arms around him too, submerging into his shirt. You can faintly smell the laundry detergent from his clothes, the hint of his body wash too and his natural, soothing, pleasant smell you’ve come to recognise. You tighten your grasp on him slightly, and he does the same, minutes stretching, letting everything ebb away with his heat and closeness.
And eventually, when your thoughts slowed enough to let go entirely, you feel your eyelids somehow grow impossibly heavy, when they hadn’t drooped the slightest bit before when you were alone. It’s the same with beomgyu, sleep, finally, miraculously, comes like a tide, plunging both you and beomgyu in and leaving everything else on the shore.
You’d accepted that shit was going to go down tomorrow. But you guess you’ll bear it together.
Once you walked into the party alongside beomgyu, you’re met with a dense throng of all kinds of people and varying degrees of intoxication. Music blares through hi-fi speakers as some dance and flail their arms, some miserable people sit on the sofas in judgement, though it makes you wonder why they even bothered showing up in the first place if they were just going to sour the mood. Others have a go at the foosball table, shaking the rods aggressively and making them clang loudly. Another group is deep into playing different drinking games such as beer pong. You spot some guys desperately attempting to get any girl to dance with them too, looking like a pack of hungry wolves preying on random women. Ew. Elsewhere, people are already immodestly making out, which they’ll probably regret later, and others just look far too drunk already for a party that had started not too long ago, staggering and slumping against walls or each other.
You’d done pres with beomgyu before so you were comfortably tipsy enough to not be so nervous of what might await you later on. You’re fashionably a little late, but people are still streaming in, all hyped up and screaming gestures to their friends so it’s fine.
It had taken you and beomgyu far too long to get ready, mostly because both of you had decided at some point that if the night was going to implode, you may as well look hot as fuck doing it.
You’d pulled out your best outfits, shared playlist you’d titled ‘Cunty’ on as you did your makeup, singing and rapping and shouting lyrics at each other. You still weren’t entirely sure why it had taken beomgyu so long considering he wasn’t doing any makeup, but he’d been agonising over styling his hair for a very long time.
You asked if he wanted a little makeup too and he’d nodded along, so you’d dusted a little glitter to his cheekbones and eyelids to match yours. You’d also applied the tiniest touch of pink tint on his plump lips and cheeks. He’d specifically asked for you not add the plumping lip gloss on him though, drawing the line at that.
“It burns.” Beomgyu complained.
“It tingles a little.”
“It burns.” Beomgyu repeated, traumatised from the last time. “It’ll melt my lips off.”
He even had let you curl his eyelashes, letting you add a thin layer of mascara since his lashes were already so unfairly, naturally long and doll-like without it. With it though, it’s ridiculous how his eyelashes look and just how much more length they span at their full potential. You’re almost envious.
Both your egos had inflated once you guys were done getting ready, checking yourselves out in the mirror, fully feeling yourselves and feeling totally invincible. You’d done a round of soju still listening to your playlist and taking an abundance of photos of each other on your pink digicam. (Beomgyu wouldn’t stop making you take pictures of him in every single damn conceivable pose since he thought he looked so hot.)
When it was his turn to take photos of you, he’d gone strangely quiet, staring a little too long, mouth parting dumbly in awe and eyes flicking over you like he was trying to commit the image to memory, your low cut top doing absolutely nothing to help his focus.
You look—” He’d gestured vaguely, as if words had failed him. “-Yeah…” Beomgyu breathes out, cheeks a vivid pink, but it definitely wasn’t from the tint you’d used on him because you never put that much on him, his ears also becoming pink.
You’d rolled your eyes, heat silently creeping up your neck too. “Whatever that means.”
Photos were taken together too, grinning stupidly at the camera and leaning closely into each other with peace signs and cheek pokes and heart signs.
Now, standing inside the house, you’re unsure what to do first. Voices overlap into an indistinguishable blur of noisy laughter and chatter and singing. It’s packed, more packed than typical, which is saying something. Jackson wang is a very popular guy. His house is also, unsurprisingly, big and very, very nice with lovely furniture you personally wouldn’t want a bunch of unknown students drunk around, and that wealthy open plan style.
Then, you spot it from afar and your eyes instantly light up: Food! Actual food. Real, tangible, edible food.
You’ve been to far too many parties that didn’t even have any kind of food, or the only hospitable sustenance was a pathetic, measly excuse for it, with just a sad bowl of crisps placed on a kitchen counter.
You and Beomgyu gravitate there immediately, wordlessly, like mosquitoes smelling sweat on bare skin, immediately abandoning any pretence of socialising. There’s an impressive assortment of trays filled with delicious looking platters, dips, snacks and finger foods and desserts neatly arranged on a long table. Without shame, both of you start snacking.
“This,” you say around a mouthful of something fried and yummy, “is how you know a party is good- and also a good host.”Beomgyu nods solemnly, making a noise of agreement, his mouth too full to say anything back. There’s crumbs clinging all around his lips.
“You’ve got a little something…” You gesture to your own face and mouth so he’d know whereabouts it is.
“Oh.” beomgyu attempts to brush the food particles off his lips, swiping clumsily, then also tries licking them off, but he’s just not doing it in the right place, “is it gone?” He asks innocently, tilting his head cutely.
“No-” You sigh. “It’s there, there-there, no.”
“You do it!” Beomgyu says exasperately after failing.
“Ew, no. What the fuck.”
“Just do it for me.”
“Ugh.” You cave, bringing your thumb to brush off the crumbs on the top of his soft lips, faces close and you can feel him watching you intently. It’s not actually that disgusting, but you still commit to the bit, pretending it is, dramatically shuddering your body.
Beomgyu rolls his eyes at your actions. “Thanks.”
“You can’t eat.”
There’s even a cocktail station, which seems a bit too luxurious for university students, but you’re definitely not complaining. You happily make your way to it and make yourself some kind of, hopefully drinkable, concoction. Beomgyu opts for a beer, because of course he does. You take a sip of your drink, pleasantly surprised it doesn’t taste like shit.
Scanning the room absently as you drink, you thankfully don’t see haechan anywhere at all yet, that’s good. Huening Kai and taehyun had said they’d join you later since they were still on their digital witch hunt. Apparently, they’d found something potentially damning and just needed to find extra evidence, which was hopeful.
“You wanna dance?” Beomgyu asks, grinning. You barely have time to respond before he’s grabbing your hand and tugging you forward, and soon both of you are dancing in the middle of the crowd, stupidly, uncoordinated, laughing and giggling too loudly with little care for anything else, bumping into others around. Beomgyu commits fully, pulling silly and ridiculous expressions with bizarre moves, eyebrows wiggling and mouth moving exaggeratedly as you both shout out the lyrics of the songs to each other, and you’re laughing so hard your stomach starts to ache and so do your cheeks from smiling the whole time.
You spin him around once, twice. It looks a little funny since he’s lanky, not stopping until he staggers dramatically, and then he gets you back, twirling you until the lights blur at the edges of your vision.
That familiar feeling settles in, of nothing else really mattering when you’re with beomgyu. He looks so happy, staring at you with his starry, bright eyes, brighter than any of the laser lights flashing (and way prettier) like you’re the only person here. Watching him jumping up and down, his hair flapping around as well resembling puppy ears, and his pretty teeth flashing as he smiles so wide. It makes your heart clench, tight and slightly aching, but it’s also a pleasant feeling, the fondness overwhelming and devastating. Your stomach twists in some kind of longing. You hope you always get to see him happy like that.
Eventually, It gets way too stuffy inside that it’s genuinely unbearable and so suffocating, too hot with so many sweaty bodies and the floor is starting to get disgustingly sticky from drunk people spilling their beverages carelessly all on the ground. You lean closer to beomgyu and he notices, leaning down at the same time.
“I need air!” You shout into his ear. He nods immediately, relief flickering across his face like he’d been thinking the exact same thing. You slip out together, wading past all the bodies, holding hands tightly, fingers laced as you lead the way so neither of you lose each other in the crowd, pushing past everyone and out into the garden, the cool, crisp night air finally hitting your lungs. You inhale and exhale deeply, looking up at the stars in the sky.
The garden is enormous and just as nice as the rest of his house. There’s fewer people lingering out here, sparsely scattered, some smoking and it’s contrastingly quiet. There’s fairylights prettily strung across all the tree branches glowing and golden, and you can just about make out a pond in one corner, a little arched bridge crossing over it with lanterns. Beyond that, far at the back and slightly shrouded with darkness, is a treehouse with a zip line attached too.
Beomgyu excitedly goes up the treehouse first. He plops onto the seat and barely waits before launching himself and zipping across, laughing and screaming as he goes down. He tightly holds onto the rope and his hair whips into his face as he throws his head back, grinning so youthfully. He lands a little clumsily but throws his hand in the air with triumph, clearly enjoying it very much. You shake your head at him, laughing too.
“That was so fun! Your turn!”
You climb up the slightly unsteady ladder. Warily, you sit and leap off. Then you’re screaming and laughing at the same time too, the garden blurry and spinning below as the wind strongly rushes against your face. It’s over far too quickly. You land…sort of. The seat stops awkwardly, still a little too high, feet not quite reaching the ground. You fumble uselessly, unsure how to get yourself off. “Um…Help?”
Beomgyu bursts out laughing, doubling over for a moment. “Just jump off.”
You refuse, looking down at the ground with a shake of your head. “No, I might die.”
Beomgyu sighs at you again, but he steps forward, placing his hands carefully on your waist, steady and warm as he lifts you down properly with surprising ease. You’re still smiling when your feet hit the grass.
Until you see something emerging, someone slowly making it’s way to you both. At first, you think it’s just another drunk partygoer drifting aimlessly through the garden, but then the silhouette becomes clearer.
Haechan.
He looks drunk, not the fun, carefree kind, but genuinely volatile and scary looking. When his gaze locks onto you, his mouth curls into something unpleasantly satisfied.
Your stomach drops. Beomgyu grows tense beside you.
“Well, well, well,” Haechan says, sauntering closer, clicking his tongue. “Look who it is.”
It’s disorienting seeing him this way. You’ve never really seen him like this. You’ve only ever known him as a quite reserved, but polite dude, someone a bit forgettable. Not aggressive or whatever this is you’re witnessing. You supposed you didnt know him too well, but still. This version of him is unsettling and almost unrecognisable to look at.
“He managed to fool you too, huh? Once he’s bored of fucking you, he’ll drop you too. I did warn you. ” Haechan continues, eyes flicking between the two of you, shaking his head at you. “Don’t worry. Everyone else will fully know too soon enough. Sooner than soon, even.” He laughs, short and sharp, and pulls out his phone. The screen lights up with a recording of your account. So he was smart enough to have recorded it on another device even with you deactivating. “Now would be a perfect time don’t you think?”
“Oh, get over it!” Beomgyu snaps, stepping forward before you can stop him, his voice seething with rage and looking like he was ready to fight haechan right then and there. “Seriously, when are you gonna get over it? Mi-kyong clearly didn’t even like you if she tried to get with me. How is any of that my fault?”
Haechan’s weird, creepy smile dissolves instantly, turning ugly. His jaw clenches as he takes another aggressive swig from his can, beer sloshing and dripping down his chin as he wipes at it with the back of his hand, eyes wild whilst crushing his can. “No. No,” he says, shaking his head, looking pretty insane and so livid. “You tried to steal my girl. You ruined everything. Fuck you.”
Beomgyu gapes at him, exasperated. You also stand in disbelief at his sheer delusion, not getting his thought process at all or why this would still be going on, and why you’re even suffering in this situation over nothing. It’s actually just pissing you off now.
“Fuck you, haechan,” you say flatly, stepping forward yourself, planting your feet in the grass. “Just fuck off, you’re embarrassing.”
He turns to you slowly, sneering, eyes raking over you with open contempt. “And you. I wasn’t surprised by how much of a disgusting, freak whore he is. But, I’m disappoint about you, y/n. I guess you’re just a slut too.” He practically spits at you.
That’s beomgyu’s tipping point.
He lunges for him in an instant and punches him, driving his fist smack right hard in the face. Haechan staggers back in shock, holding his face for a short, fleeting pause, before lunging violently for him as well with a growl, equally mad.
They hit at each other, fists flying, fighting but with not much skill or strategy, just fuelled by pure resentment they have towards each other. They’re now on the ground in a tangle of limbs and it’s so incredibly chaotic, shoving, punching, hitting, sounds of grunts and collisions, getting sloppier and angrier. You’re not sure what to even do or which of them is winning either, they both look fairly distributed with wounds. Beomgyu’s lip splits. Haechan’s nose is bleeding.
Haechan is now on top of beomgyu, straddling him, somehow managing to take the upperhand, blowing hits at beomgyu repeatedly, punch after punch. You stand frozen for half a second, watching beomgyu take a particularly painful hit that knocks the air completely clean from him and he wheezes out, eyes unfocused.
Now, you love playing fighting games, and usually it’s pretty satisfying when the character is just about to get KO’d. If you were watching a round on your screen right now, beomgyu would probably be on the lasts of his health bar. Normally, that moment is thrilling, you’d lean forward with your controller, waiting for the final blow. But, this isn’t fun to watch at all and you’re just worried for beomgyu. This has all gone pretty south.
Your eyes dart around, frantically looking for some kind of weapon until they land on a thick fallen log. You grab it and without thinking, you raise it, ready to beat the shit out of haechan with it. “Touch him again and I swear -!”
“—STOP!”
The shout cuts through the pure chaos. Taehyun and Kai come sprinting, kai skids to a halt, hands shooting up instinctively, while taehyun bends over with his hands on his knees, panting.
“WE GOT THE DIRT.” They both say frantically, hysterically, completely out of breath, but their eyes gleaming with a manic sort of triumph.
Haechan and beomgyu both stop mid-motion in confusion.
Kai dramatically places a hand over his chest, panting. “Ah… wait… one sec—” he gasps, chest heaving and struggling like a victorian child. Then finally he starts, regaining his composure with a smug smirk and directing his words at haechan. “You kept it veryyy quiet that you’re Lee Donghyuck. Son and heir of the Lee family. As in that Lee family. LC Industries. Wonder why.”
Haechan’s face drains of colour.
Taehyun crouches beside haechan, holding up his own phone and shaking it in his face mockingly with a grin. “We’ve got all the documents to prove it. Unfortunately for you, we’re able to find such things. It’d be socially disastrous if everyone were to find out you’d failed your exams and disgraced your family, that they had to generously ‘gift’ the economics department to let you into a top university huh?”
“Funny how that works.” Kai continues, scheming, eyes glinting. “Your family has strong public ties to education. A son who failed and then paid his way into a top university? Isn’t that illegal?” He tilts his head. “And you’re expected to be the heir of LC industries once you graduate. That would do terrible damage to the company, family name, ruin your reputation. The same thing could easily happen to you if you make the wrong choice, so I’d think about that more carefully.”
Silence stretches. Haechan doesn’t say a word. It’s quiet. He just sits there, looking down, jaw locked so tight. But you know then he won’t say anything. He can’t.
You drop the log and instantly kneel beside beomgyu, checking if he was alright, hands pressing gently to his cheek. “Are you okay??!” You note the blood and the dirt on his face and the fact that he looks like he’s going to pass out.
“Y-yeah…” Beomgyu weakly nods.
Kai and taehyun also concerningly rush over, all of you trying to get him up and stand.
At that moment a girl walks over, noticing the commotion, she takes one look at haechan on the floor and scrunches up her nose is disgust.
Haechan looks up at her, eyes going wide, in recognition. He scrambles desperately, “Mi-kyong!”
She scoffs in disdain. “Ugh. God, this is why I broke up with you. You’re so pathetic.”
“Wait! I-”
She turns and walks away without another glance, leaving him sprawled, a dramatic, sobbing, drunk mess on the grass.
You snort at the scene. Weirded out, exhausted, and more than done with this entire night, the four of you turn and also walk away together.
Thankfully, beomgyu is not dying.
He’s actually not that badly injured. Nothing broken, just a few cuts and bruises and scratches here and there on his body, but they’re not too bad. As for his face, it’s mostly intact, the most detrimental things being really only a scrape along his cheekbone and his lip that’s busted and swollen. Watching him get beaten up in the moment had made it look a lot worse than the damage haechan actually did to him. He still manages to look devastatingly gorgeous even with all the small cuts and dirt on his face and the messy bangs in his eyes, which seems wildly unfair.
He sits on a stool in your kitchen, silently watching your back as you pulled out your drawers looking for something to clean and tend to his wounds with. Finding a cloth and your hello kitty plasters, you run the cloth under some water and wring it out. You dab at it gently on beomgyu’s face, cleaning his wounds and getting rid of the dirt and dried blood. You tilt his chin, thumb resting just under his jaw, angling his face towards the light so you can see better.
He winces slightly once you get closer to dabbing at the cut on his cheek, lips twitching into a pout. “Ow.”
“Shit, sorry.” You immediately apologise and swipe the cloth along his bottom lip more carefully this time as he exhales slowly through his nose.
“It’s okay.”
You peel open the pink hello kitty plaster and place it on his cheek, smoothing it down. Smiling, you step back, forcing lightness into your voice. “Cute. There, all tidied up.”
“Thanks.” Beomgyu says, giving you a small smile back. He’s been very solemn, subdued this entire time and clearly deep in thought. You’re not entirely sure why, because shouldn’t he be happy for a situation that supposedly ended well? He just stares at you with this intensity in his eyes you don’t know the reason for.
You turn around to put everything back in the drawers and you can practically feel him boring holes in your back, it makes you hyperaware of every movement you make. You feel slightly self conscious and you don’t exactly know why.
“If I…delete the channel,” beomgyu finally speaks up, “and make a new one,” he adds quickly, “You’d still stream with me, right?” You turn around to face him, he looks at you imploringly, eyes raw and searching. “Are you going to continue streaming after all of this?”
You’re taken aback. There’s something braced about the way he’s sitting, like he’s already preparing for an answer. “Beomgyu,” you say slowly, genuinely confused. “Of course I would. Why would I stop?”
“I don’t know,” he says honestly. “Maybe after nearly being exposed you realised you don’t really want to anymore and it’s all too much and it was just a short term source of income. I mean, I was the one who actually asked you to start streaming with me and you were wary about it. And—” He cuts himself off with a breath. You can see him trying to decide how much to say. “Because, I don’t want to do this if it’s not with you. I mean, I really don’t want to. Like, I wouldn’t want to find someone else. Or go solo again. I’d hate it.”
“Neither do I,” you say, without thinking.
“No, you don’t get it, y/n.” He pauses as if thinking whether he should say what he says next.
You do, actually. You think you might get it terrifyingly well.
Beomgyu rubs at his neck. “I…I like you. A stupid, ridiculous fucking amount.”
Your breath catches.
“And I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same way—”beomgyu rushes on, rambling, “it’s fine, I’ll like, genuinely cope. I think, as long as you’re still in my life and nothing changes. I hope this doesn’t change anything. I don’t want things to be weird.” His bottom lip starts to wobble and quiver, trembling, looking up at you so vulnerably. The look on his face makes something ache inside you, like he’s mourning something he thinks he’s killed already.
For a second, you can’t speak, not because you don’t know what to say, but because there is suddenly too much to say and too much you’re feeling. It’s dizzying, your chest feels full and overflowing, but a massive weight is lifted off your shoulders, leaving you lightheaded. It’s followed immediately by this overwhelming, profound swell of affection that feels almost unbearable.
You’ve known that your feelings for him were already deep and tangled and perilous, inevitable and quietly consuming in the background. You think about how naturally he fits into your days, how your schedules are warped around each other, how every silly and fun moment seems to orbit around him most of the time, how easy it is to not wear a mask when he’s there, and the way he always, always gets you. It’s already shaped both of your lives before either of you had the courage to name it. Hearing him say it out loud doesn’t create the feeling, or make you suddenly realise, it just confirms it, that this beautiful, ridiculous boy matters to you in a completely irreversible way. And that you matter to him in the same. You can’t even remember what it was like to go about your days without beomgyu. He’s filled every absence and silence, painted every crevice and unnoticed gap in your life with colours you couldn’t see before, couldn’t even comprehend.
“No, beomgyu,” you say softly, eyes stinging, “I really, really like you,” you huff a breath that sounds close to a laugh, “a stupid, ridiculous fucking amount too.”
“Oh.” Beomgyu blinks, like he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing. Then his shoulders sag, all the tension draining out of him at once. “Wait, romantically right?”
You exasperatedly nod. “Yes!”
“Oh, thank god. Just checking.” He stands so suddenly the stool scrapes against the floor, and then he’s hugging you tight, swallowing you with his arms, desperate, clinging. His arms wrap around you fully, his face smushed into your shoulder.
“I’m sort of a right fool for you.” beomgyu mumbles, muffled into your shirt.
You giggle at him, hugging him back tightly. “You were already that before.”
He lifts his head just enough to glare at you in a mock pout, trying to pretend to be offended but failing miserably since there's a huge, stupidly happy smile on his face, grinning so bright and wide. “Shut up.”
His eyes flicker down to your lips with a lazy smile and a tender gaze, finding it hard to even look back up and meet your eyes, that oddly shaped, charming dimple of his that comes out occasionally, slipping into view. You already know what he’s practically begging you for.
You pull him down a little bit more and he meets you halfway. You press your lips with his, full of everything you’ve been holding back and he effuses into it, moving your lips with his gently, passionately. You’ve kissed beomgyu many times before now, but it feels new and so familiar all at the same time.
When you pull back, your foreheads rest together, giggling. Beomgyu exhales with a shaky laugh, before leaning in and pressing another quick kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another quick peck in the centre, and another.
When you finally dive in for another makeout session, you kiss him harder this time, deeper, hungrier, ardently. Not fucking him for a while, not kissing him like this, it easily catches up to the both of you and you suddenly need him with everything in you. You’re practically eating each other’s faces off now and he easily lets you push your tongue into his, swirling your tongue and saliva with his, heading moving and tilting in opposite directions, smacking your lips together.
You suck on the bottom of his soft, pillowy lips and lick them, you lick softly near where his lip is split. He shudders, the tiniest whimper. But it seems he actually likes it. You gently, lightly pull it in between your teeth where it hurts and is swollen. He moans out and hisses, liking the pain and the sting of it. You can taste the bitterness of it, coppery, but it’s pleasant. It’s clear beomgyu’s mind has totally blanketed over. You kiss him more, and gently suck on the tip of his tongue before releasing it. His lips are even more impossibly swollen, red and ruined even without it being busted.
With a dazed, heated look, beomgyu bares his neck sexily for you, tilting his head to the side. silently pleading for your mouth on his neck too. You attach your lips to the column of his pretty, unadorned neck, attacking and kissing the sides and ready to embellish it. You suction your mouth on the sensitive areas, sucking, hearing him let out startled, soft mewls and whines. You don’t let your lips off until the small, little blood vessels under the skin burst and blossom into raw, violent splotches of maroon littered across his neck. You lick a long stripe, starting from the cute mole in between his collarbones and up over the sharp ridge of his adam’s apple. You press your tongue down harder on that part, and under his chin. He swallows, chin lifting up as you do with his lip caught in between his teeth, trembling, eyes glazed up, hands gripping the edges of the table tightly.
You kiss once more, his hands on your waist tightly, before you know it he’s backing you into the kitchen counter and lifting you up onto it, spreading your legs to fit him in between. He holds onto your thighs tightly, whining into your mouth needily as he begins to rut his stuttering hips in the space underneath one of your knees, pressing his clothed dick against it, humping you pathetically.
“A..a-ah. Please,” he breathes, “You-Please. Wanna make you feel good.”
“Seems like you’re doing the opposite.” You raise a brow.
Beomgyu shakes his head, still rutting and rocking against you, he kisses you some more, a soft, needy sound slipping past his lips and into yours, before he’s dropping to his knees on the cold kitchen floor. He’s tugging your underwear off desperately, clumsily. He kisses your ankle, the insides of your thighs and higher. With your thighs, he drags you more forward, closer to the edge of the counter so it’s easier for him, his face directly in line with your cunt, breath puffing hot. He pathetically whines at the sight, salivating already, and without even asking, he presses his face into you.
Beomgyu kneels, head buried deep in your cunt so all you can see is his long, shaggy mop of hair. The first sweep of tongue is slow and deliberate, he languidly licks up your pussy, then attaches his full lips to the mush of your clit, sucking intently. You bite your lip, tilting your head up to the ceiling in bliss, grabbing ahold of his hair, fingers threading through the locks and tugging just enough to make a high pitched little noise escape his throat in response.
You can’t forget that he quite literally has a split lip, but he doesn’t seem to give a fuck about it, even if it’s irritating him, he just continues to let out vibrating muffled, whiny sounds into you. He lowers his mouth to prod his tongue into your hole instead, pushing and twisting and turning deeply whilst his pretty, wide nose bumps against your clit, he moves his head left and right, purposefully nuzzling and brushing his nose harder for you. He knows what he’s doing, he always does, just wanting to keep you satisfied.
You bring his head closer, massaging his scalp slightly, fingers stroking through the soft strands on the nape of his neck. “Yeah…that’s exactly it, gyuu. Mm.” He lifts his head up slightly, gazing up at you with, his pupils dilated crazily wide by now. You coo, “Look at you…so focused. Aww, you really like doing this don’t you, gyu?” He hums against you, you can feel him nodding, nose brushing up and down at that. “hhah-you have no idea how good you make me feel, beomie.” You throw praises at him, your eyes clouding up at the feeling of beomgyu’s mouth on you.
You can practically see his brown irises sparkle momentarily at that, shining and giving you heart eyes. The praises just make him crazier, famished, he dives back in with renewed fervour, lapping at your cunt like a dehydrated animal seeing a pool of water, so intent on pleasing you more and eating you out with such a frenzy, you’re squirming around him, trying to shut your legs, but he doesn’t relent, not even a little. The slurping sounds are genuinely nasty and almost embarrassingly loud over the kitchen. He shoves his head impossibly deeper and you tip your head fully back, one of his hands slowly reaching up your body to your breasts, groping and kneading and squeezing them. He’s stupidly moaning even louder than you and you’re the one reaching your tipping point.
He lifts up again barely, just to obsessively watch the reactions on your face to what he’s doing to you and how you’re nearly on the edge, looking at you like a puppy seeking approval. chasing your every reaction like he’s starving for it. Desperately, beomgyu pushes his ring and middle finger inside you without warning, pistoning them into you, the sounds your pussy makes from this is so slushy and wet and gushing, you gasp, knitting your brows with your mouth open. Beomgyu studies your face, keeping his eyes on you the whole time, whining, wanting you to cum already, still fucking his fingers into you at a brutal place and reattaching his swollen lips to your bundle of nerves, and it all comes crashing down on you with a cry. You cum on his face and beomgyu excitedly laps it all up greedily and delighted, his tongue and fingers working through your aftershocks, wanting to catch everything your pussy gives out, and he lets out pleased sounds.
“Ah…so good, gyu…” you cradle the side of his cheek, he smiles and grins gleefully, kissing your palm and looking at you so adoringly.
He stands back up happily, his face drenched in your slick and his spit and drool. He’s instantly all over you again, kissing you with his messy, soaked lips, tasting yourself on his mouth. He kisses you and kisses you, again and again. You don’t even realise you’ve made it to your sofa. You push him instead, the backs of his knees hitting the sofa and falling onto it gladly. You follow immediately, hovering over him. Beomgyu brushes his thumb over your cheek, giggling breathlessly. You laugh softly too. He’s so cute.
You rid the rest of your clothes off and beomgyu watches you in awe, hands resting on your waist now. “You’re so pretty.”
“So are you.”
He helps you discard of his own clothes. You lean back down, cupping his cheeks dotingly for no reason, just looking at his pretty face. Then you wrap your fingers around his cock, briefly pumping it a few times, watching the way he totally forgets about everything, hips jerking, melting into a puddle as he lets out small, breathy noises.
You stop your movements on his dick and with a wicked grin, you sit yourself on him. You slowly slide your wet folds against him, watching the way he instantly falls apart.
“Ughh…y-y/n,” the sound lands somewhere between a sigh and plea.
You grind against his poor, leaky, flushed cock harder, earning startled little sounds that his voice fractures into. Beomgyu squeezes his eyes shut, it’s scarily already too much for him already.
“S-stopp, inside, inside.” Beomgyu grabs your wrist, needy, begging.
“Ssh. Be patient, baby.” You lightly scold him, continuing to roll your hips faster, continuously, enjoying the feeling of the wetness from you and the precum dribbling out out his tip, gliding easily and mixing and smearing together, bumping at your clit and stimulating your folds.
Beomgyu shakes his head, half panting and half whimpering, eyes watering, hands twitching uselessly at your sides, his lips parted like he was meant to speak, probably to beseech you again, but only a shaken noise comes out. Suddenly, out of nowhere, beomgyu’s dick spills out cum, squirting out white onto his tummy in uncontrolled spurts. He looks down, horrified, like he can’t even believe it himself.
Then he sniffles, crying out, devastated and disappointed. “Didn’t want to cum that fast, wanted to cum inside you.” The corners of his lips pull entirely downwards.
You click your tongue. “Can’t control yourself, gyu. Hm?” You mock him, though you don’t actually care, your tone soft. It was hot to see him make a mess all on himself that quick.
“No- just missed you.” Beomgyu frowns. The mascara you’d put on him earlier, now running down his cheek all clumped and messy, referring to how you guys haven’t streamed in so long with haechan and then also not really seeing each other as much as you usually would because of exams too.
You reach up and swipe your thumbs gently under his eye, wiping away the tiny exaggerated tears. “Aww, you missed me?”
Beomgyu’s lips are dramatically downturned but he replies with soft sincerity. “Yeah.”
Your heart swoops. It did feel very strange to go days without properly being with him. “Missed you too.” You kiss his nose and he softly smiles, knowing you felt the same. “Will you even be able to handle my pussy after so long, gyu?” You tilt your head, slipping back to teasing him because it feels easier than admitting just how full your chest feels again.
Beomgyu nods so fast it’s comical. “I can. Please.”
“You already came though.” You tut, faux contemplating, glancing pointedly at the mess on his tummy.
“I can cum again!” beomgyu quickly insists, frantic and pleading, falling for it and getting worked up, panicked, “need you.”
With that, you take a hold of his dick, feeling him slightly twitch. You lift yourself up and guide his dick to your entrance, slowly taking him in you, first his swollen tip, and then lowering yourself completely, ever so carefully, down on his entire length, until your hips meet his, enveloping his cock with your pussy. You sigh out at the feeling of finally having his dick in you again and stretching you out. It’s so perfect.
“Ohhhmygod.” You almost forget to watch beomgyu’s reaction for a second. Beomgyu has practically gone cross-eyed, mouth fully open. He’s panting loud and heavy, like you’ve knocked the wind out of him and you haven’t even moved a single bit yet. He’s resembling when you first fucked him and took his virginity, sure it’s the longest you’ve gone without fucking, but it hasn’t been that long.
“You need a minute?”
“Sshit-yeah…” beomgyu knits his brows, and groans out long and deep.
You don’t know how long you wait, it could have been like, ten seconds, but it felt like forever to you. Eventually, you grow impatient and you just grab onto his shoulders, lifting yourself up again and back down, starting a slow rhythm. You sheath and unsheath your pussy languidly on his dick, hitting deep, softly moaning. The friction is searing and hot and you can feel your walls dragging along the little ridges of some of the thick veins from his dick.
Beomgyu on the other hand, is absolutely lost in the sensation of your pussy wrapped around him. You swivel your hips clockwise, then anti-clockwise repeatedly, watching the way his jaw goes slack at this.
“So good-feels sso good,” beomgyu slurs, mouth hanging open and eyes drooping with pleasure already. He genuinely looks like he physically cannot cope with any of it.
You still want more though. Your grip on his shoulders tighten, using it to give you more strength to bounce on his gooey dick, quickening your pace but not significantly. Beomgyu’s brain is mush. He’s a goner.
You can’t even see his face anymore, the top of his face somehow buried underneath the numerous cushions on your sofa, he’s sinking into it, all you can see is his full lips in the shape of an ‘o’ and his front teeth, being able to spot the slight chip on one of them. It’s like he’s not aware it’s possible to even close his mouth at all. You laugh at the absurd sight of him and lean forwards to throw the cushions off him, brushing his wet hair out of his face so you can fully see the expression of unmistakable ecstasy that he’s in the throes of, his long clumped eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks.
He doesn’t notice any of this. He looks like he’s fully checked out of everything. And seriously, your pace wasn’t even that fast. You lightly slap at his cheek, trying to wake him up from his trance-like state, his head lolls, eyes rolled to the back of his head, scatter-brained. He doesn’t respond. You grab at his chin, facing you. “gyu, gyu. Are you there?”
“….huhh….?”
You burst out laughing, totally amused. “holy shit, beomgyu.” You start riding him at a brutal pace, wondering just how much more fucked out he can get. “Imagine your viewers seeing you right now, you look like you’re getting fucked for the first time all over again.”
Beomgyu chokes out a moan, but you’re surprised to hear him speak up, voice so strained, in between gasps, “d-don’t need an audience-h-hahhh…only need youu-nggh”
You lean down, hovering close to his face, spurring him on. “Yeah? You love my pussy don’t you? Loved when I took your virginity didn’t you, baby?”
“Mmm,” Beomgyu whines out, eyes fluttering shut, nodding feverishly, saying any shit unabashedly. “Love your pussy…so glad it wass youuh…Wouldn’t— wouldn’t want anyone else…only you. M’ all yours.”
You’re truly enraptured by his expressions of you just riding him. Suddenly, you get an idea. You pull off his dick. Beomgyu whines and frowns at the lost contact, totally perplexed and wounded.
His hands grasp out for you, trying to bring you back but you ignore him, standing up off the sofa and grabbing at his dainty, pretty, long legs instead. You spread them, holding them apart by his ankles. Beomgyu furrows his brows at you and makes a small, cute, confused sound, but he trusts you with everything in him so he just completely surrenders to whatever you’re doing pretty calmly. He’d give you anything you want, would let you do anything to him, would let you consume him completely. You hold his dick in place at a better angle for your pussy, trying to line yourself up. Once again, you’re grabbing his dick like you’re using a dildo in the privacy of your bedroom and shifting your position whichever way you want.
“What are you doing—ohh.”
You thrust into him, both hands curled around his ankles again, the way his cock presses differently inside you, angled in a way that reaches so much deeper and drags along the nerves in your spongy walls deliciously. It clearly affects beomgyu too, his face contorting into an absolute state of rapture on his features and he elicits a mangled mewl.
The position is entirely vulnerable for beomgyu, and for a split second, you can see his cheeks flush even more than they are, his mannerisms turning shy, but he almost immediately stops giving a fuck, in fact it spurs him on. He tries to keep his eyes open and focused to watch you as you fuck him, like both your sexes have swapped and he’s the one with a cunt, finding it so hot even though his eyelids keep drooping and his eye’s keep rolling back.
You push your hips forward continuously slamming them with his. Everything about fucking beomgyu this way clearly drives him crazy, fogging up and dumbing his already fucked out brain. His tongue lolls out exaggeratedly like a panting dog and moaning high pitched like a slut without restraint.
By now, the delirium has taken over the both of you, entirely consumed by the sensation of each other.
You pant, spewing random dirty talk with your eyes dazed. “D’you love getting fucked by me like this? Yeah? Want me to use you like a dildo all the time? Want that to be-ah-your only purpose? Just my toy? I’ll bounce on your dick all the time, gyu.”
“Yeah, yeah,yeahyeahyeah. Can use me, ghhhgn wanna stay in your pussy forever….never wanna leave,” Beomgyu drools, nodding dumbly, mouth parted in disbelieved pleasure, reeling in it.
You lean down to his heaving tummy, placing a kiss on his belly button and where his piercing lies, you come closer to his body, moving up and he wraps his arms around you, holding onto your for dear life as an incessant stream of moans rip through his throat.
You desperately fuck him faster, driving into him, snapping your hips forward again and again, getting closer to the edge and pulling him into a messy kiss as you do so, still clinging onto each other, eating up his garbled cries.
“Ah-gonna cum. You want it? Want me to cum around your cock, beomie?”
“S-sso much—” beomgyu gasps, sobbing. “Oh my god—”
Both of you dissolve into incoherent, breathless sounds of ‘mm— mm— mmmm mmmmm’ exchanging back and forth between kisses continuously and moaning out each others name, becoming more and more high off each other, in consonance with each other. Nothing else mattering at this moment except for the intoxicating feel of your lips against his, body pressed flush against his. The world could disappear entirely, and it’s possible neither of you would notice, so lost and gone in the feeling.
“Only you,” beomgyu breaks, words cracking as they leave him, “Only you-only you can make me feel this way, only youonlyyouuonlyyou.”
You reach your high first, clenching around him and letting go. Beomgyu lets out three different notes, oscillating like piano trills. Until a glissando of all sorts of notes slide up, reaching a crescendo. “C-cc-ccumming—” Beomgyu chokes, breath coming out in sharp pulls, “cummingcummingy/n, y/nnnn—”
You cum hard enough that your vision whites out at the edges. Paralysed by the intense orgasm, you’re not sure if you’ve ever felt that in your life and you can tell he’s like that too. Cum oozes out from his dick nonstop, spilling helplessly, replacing the dried cum on his tummy previously. You can practically see his soul leaving him, gone to the ether, his body just jelly as he sags into the sofa and cushions with a sound closer to a sob than a moan.
He still manages to hug you tighter, shaking body pressing more into yours so his cum smears on you too, clutching you. You hold his cheeks in your hands, peppering dazed butterfly kisses on his wrecked out face and on his hello kitty plaster, already slightly peeling from the corner with all the sweat.
“Ughh…I missed you.” Beomgyu knocks his head with yours.
You laugh, still trying to catch your breath. “You already said that.” You carefully brush the sweaty strands of his hair out of his sweaty face, looking into his big, soft, brown eyes, twinkling, glittery as they stare back up at yours with so much emotion and adoration in them.
“Just my pussy?” You deliberately provoke him just because it’s funny.
“Obviously, so much more than that, idiot.” Beomgyu rolls his eyes, jabbing your head.
“It’s way too fucking hot for this shit.”
It’s the hottest day of the month, sweltering. The grass is brittle and warm beneath your stomach as you lie in it, half propped on your elbows with a book in your hand. Beomgyu is sprawled on his back, still eating the remnants of the pastries you both had bought from the bakery nearby, humming in agreed response, though he seems pretty content. There’s quite a lot of other uni students too, sitting with their friends across picnic blankets, people walking their dogs, others passing through on the path with their bicycles, bells ringing, children laughing in the distance.
It’s the last week left of lectures before you’re fully finished with the uni year. Beomgyu had forced you to come out on your free day. He’d stood in your kitchen earlier with absolute conviction, declaring that you’d promised to go out on a date. When you’d agreed to that, you weren’t aware of the weather. Even with your proposal to stay inside with the AC and continue watching the drama you both had started instead, beomgyu had refused, shaking his head and staying adamant about it. No amount of dramatic pointing at the weather app of the temperature had deterred him, unfortunately.
Now, you’re laying in the park near your campus, trying not to fucking melt.
After eating the rest of his pastry and licking around his lips, beomgyu scoots closer to you, grass rustling beneath him, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his chest on your back, practically on top of you.
“Ew-no-get off. I’ll get so sweaty!” You shove beomgyu off you, immediately protesting.
He sticks his tongue out at you with a dramatic, wounded look but allows himself to be pushed away. “Rude.”
“You’re so sweaty right now and so am I.” You point out. “I don’t want to get even more sweaty. It’s too hot.”
Beomgyu flops onto his back again with a theatrical groan, a noise of betrayal. “Woww. This is how you’re treating your sweet boyfriend who just wants to cuddle.”
Not much changes when you start dating. You still bicker. You still spend an alarming amount of time together, you still stream and go to your lectures together. It’s subtle. Just that you’re both more honest and open with your feelings and affection for one another, beomgyu especially. You can’t get rid of him. You’re not complaining most of the time.
After finishing one of the chapters of your book, you close it, setting it aside and resting your chin on your hand. You watch beomgyu with interest instead. He’s lying down with his eyes closed, forearm flung over his face, attempting to nap, chest rising and falling, one knee bent and the other leg kicked out. You contemplate to yourself for a moment before speaking. “…Are you scared?”
Beomgyu slowly flitters his eyes open, brows drawing together faintly with a curious expression. “For what?”
“That next year’s our final year.”
His expressions changes. Beomgyu goes quiet, pensive, thoughtful. “…yeah. A little. I don’t want to be an actual adult yet,” beomgyu answers honestly, squinting his eyes up at the sky, “it just feels like every year gets faster.”
You hum in agreement, fiddling with a blade of grass between your fingers.
It’s true, this academic year has gone by even faster than usual, though it’s been one that so much changed. You can’t believe the events that happened. At the start of the year, you hated the idea of working with beomgyu, co-organising that christmas performance, still convinced of the rumours about him. You’d never have thought he was the face behind your favourite camboy, that you’d end up fucking your favourite camboy in person. You definitely hadn’t expected for beomgyu to be someone you care for so much.
You and beomgyu have indeed now started afresh on a new channel named - AngelandDevil313 - beomgyu was the one to suggest it, defending it with his life. It’s cringey, yes. But you’re doing very well, even better than before, in the top five popular channels on the site, starting new had all your loyal viewers from before and reached a lot of new ones.
“I’ve had fun this year, though,” You say after a moment, staring up at the vivid, sunny sky too, squinting. “Because of you. And I’m excited for next year with you too.”
“You did that for me too.” His smile creeps in slowly, like he’s trying not to make a big deal of it and failing anyway because his smile is somehow rivalling the sun right now, impossibly beaming. “We’ll be working together again next year, though,” he says, clearly very delighted at that, pointing at you playfully, “aren’t you excited?~”
From the success of being paired up to organise the music department’s Christmas performance, your lecturer had decided the two of you were a great set and had promptly promoted both of you to be the presidents of the orchestra fully next year once the other seniors had graduated. You’re his partner yet again.
“Mmm. It’ll be fun. Also stressful.” You’re proud to be chosen though, it’s such a high prestige.
“We make pretty good partners, you know.” Beomgyu rolls to his side, elbow propped on the grass as he stares at you with a shit eating grinning. “Maybe we should start another business in the future together.”
You stare at him too, amused, eyebrow raised. “And what would that be?”
Beomgyu animatedly taps at his chin, looking up. “Hmm…maybe a cafe, hehe.”
You snort. “A cafe? We set the fire alarm off making cookies. Who’s going to be baking?”
Beomgyu thinks for a moment, furrowing his brows, but then shrugs his shoulder in defeat, totally agreeing. “Alright. Fine. Tyun and Kai can bake. We’ll handle the business side.”
You nod your head, softly chuckling.
“Or,” beomgyu smirks insufferably, “I could just stand outside. I’m sure many people will come in if they just see me and my handsome face. I’ll draw the customers in.” Beomgyu flicks his hair, flamboyantly.
You roll your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “Riight.”
“Okay but think about it,” beomgyu insists, eyes bright and a lighter brown, golden from the way the sun catches onto them, looking even prettier, his dimple peeping out too, deeply pressed in his cheek. “A live music cafe. We could perform together and have other musicians play on days too. I think it’d be pretty spectacular.”
You smile fondly, his entire idea of a cafe is so cute and endearing. You’re half-convinced already just from how passionate he is about it.
“Our channel is doing so well now. We’ll even be able to pay off our tuition together.” Beomgyu rolls closer to you, shoulders touching despite the heat, arms touching in that unconscious, gravitational way you’ve both developed.
“You think we’ll last that long?” You tease.
“Yeah,” he says. “I do.” There’s something dangerously soft in his voice.
“That’s ambitious. We haven’t been dating for that long.”
“I don’t care,” he says, simply. “It’s different with you. I know you feel it too.” he adds, suddenly shy, sheepish in the way he gets when he realises he’s being way too earnest, “at least…I hope so. I wanna live with you eventually. Stream with you for a long time.”
Well, you’ve definitely melted now, not sure whether it’s the sun or beomgyu that’s killed you off.
Your throat tightens. The certainty in it makes you feel all those intense emotions you always feel whenever it’s beomgyu, butterflies in your stomach. You look away so he doesn’t quite see how it lands on your face. “Yeah, so are you.” you admit, quietly too.
“Wait, are you about to cry?!”
You cough, dabbing at your eyes quickly. “No. It’s hay fever, obviously.”
His stupid grin is immediate again, very satisfied, obnoxiously so, thankfully he doesn’t say anything else about it.
He nudges your foot with his. “Anyway. Speaking of, it’s a streaming night. Let’s make music in another way heh.” Beomgyu wiggles his brows, his face getting closer to yours.
You groan and shove his face away while he cackles, sunlight catching in his hair, laughter loud and unguarded. “At least we’re getting out of here.”
Beomgyu gets off the ground, dusts of his jeans, and reaches his hand out for you with a soft, lingering smile, you take it. His fingers curl around yours immediately, warm and familiar, pulling you up with an ease that makes your stomach swoop.
“Come on.”
You coat your fingers with more lube, pushing your slicked fingers once more into beomgyu’s glossy, puckered hole, trying to ease him, working him open. Slowly, you pump them in and out as beomgyu knits his brows together, softly moaning from time to time, face buried in the silk pillow, ass up.
“Mm…more.”
“You sure?”
Beomgyu rocks his hips back to meet the pace of your fingers, reaching deeper, as a form of confirmation. You slap his little ass lightly in response and he whines quietly in frustration.
“Pleaseee?”
You know he’s been waiting absolute centuries for this, so you relent, not wanting to torture him longer because you know you’ve stretched him out well enough already.
You lather more lube onto your strap on as he watches, eyes glittery with anticipation. You’d searched online extensively for a dildo pretty enough you could use on beomgyu for a stream. It’s a faint jelly pink, see through and slightly bigger than what beomgyu’s used to, and there’s hot pink little heart shapes trapped inside the translucent toy for decoration, making it look prettier. You’d even worn a frilly, light pink and white babydoll lingerie dress, which beomgyu had already lost his mind over. The juxtaposition of you wearing something more feminine whilst wearing a dick, you fucking him like that all pretty, clearly driving him even more crazy, liking the clash. You’ll make sure to put him in it too next time.
“Yeah, angel?” You lift a brow. “Should we ask the viewers how they want me to fuck you?”
You flick through the comments, but surprisingly, they all actually agree with what beomgyu wants for once, wanting to see what he’d look like riding your strap.
So, you lie back against the silk pillows yourself, watching beomgyu as he slowly straddles your hips. He doesn’t put it in yet, surprisingly, gazing down at you with a soft but heated stare, you prolong the eye contact until beomgyu eventually reaches down to cup your cheeks. He presses his lips with yours, his lips fluffy and smooth and cushiony and satin just like the pink silk pillows you lay in, wishing you could do the same with his lips. You makeout, slow and messy as he whimpers into your mouth, getting more turned on from both of you kissing.
He pulls away ultimately, and grabs the dildo, you also help to hold it in place. He puts his hands on your upper stomach as he lifts up, placing the dildo at his oiled, puffy hole, and carefully he takes it in inside of him, stretching him, lowering down and down, little by little, until the entire length has disappeared in him and he’s fully sat back down on you.
Beomgyu stills, head thrown back as a quiet, startled gasp slips loose from his mouth.
After a moment, you swivel your own hips, watching the way his expressions changes as the toy angles in different ways inside him with a tiny groan. He swivels his hips too, both of you circling around in tandem.
When he’s ready, beomgyu rolls his hips with a hiss and starts his pace of leisurely rolling his hips and riding your strap seducingly.
He’s confident with the way he moves back and forth, despite the fact he’s gradually falling apart. He rolls his pelvis elegantly, sexily purposefully with delicate, airy noises from his lips, trying to rile you and the viewers up. Doing it in a way like a pornstar and not an amateur, though he is a camboy, it’s in a way that it wasn’t just homemade porn, it’s glamorous.
It’s definitely working, when you scroll through the comments briefly - you didn’t want to miss out on the show for too long - they’re unusually more quiet, even with the view count increasing by the second, spamming less with commands. You’re guessing they’re just totally enamoured by the sight too. And it’s all for you. You’re the one who gets to see it in person.
And you know you’ve thought it, said it out loud hundreds of times, countless times, but beomgyu is so fucking gorgeous. You still forget to breathe for a second, watching him on top of you, enraptured. He’s of course, wearing his stripy pink and white thigh highs, legs draped and bent either side of you. You grab for them without a second thought, squeezing his thighs, digging your nails into the fabric hard. He whines faintly at that. Of course as well, his sparkly belly button piercing dangles and swings with the motion. It has a diamond heart and a bow. He has a collection of them.
And, there’s something new too. The still recently healed tattoo near his right hip and lower abdomen. You sport a matching one. It’s a treble clef, etched onto his flesh with an angel wing peaking out, unfurling from the curve, still lightly pink around the edges. Maybe it was way too soon to get matching tattoos with beomgyu but it seemed right. And maybe you both were the slightest bit tipsy when you had agreed with absolute conviction to get one together, and had booked the appointment impulsively. But you’d followed through with it. Both of you wanted a treble clef tattoo anyway since you study music and music is such a vital part of your life. You’d always wanted one long before. So did beomgyu. So why not get one together?
Neither of you regret it, both of you adore it. You love looking at it on beomgyu, it makes his body even more unfairly pretty. You know he loves seeing it on yours too. You bring your hand up to trace the ink with your fingertip on his skin for a second, following the curve of the wing, then he lifts your dress up too a bit, finding yours and doing the same. You liked that his body was permanently marked with you, and yours with him. Even the viewers loved it, it becoming a sort of trademark thing, iconic for you both on your new channel.
Beomgyu’s hair too, is slightly different. Soft, subtle, pink strands threaded through the dark of his wolfcut. Only recently, had he dyed some strands of his wolfcut a pink. Unfortunately, you, taehyun, and Kai had to be the ones to do it for him. All three of you had stood around him in the crowded bathroom, perplexed, trying to get it to the exact shade he wanted. Neither of you had experience, nor should any of you have been trusted and it was quite a disaster, all three of you had differing opinions on how to do it, arguing. It was chaotic and vaguely traumatic for you. You thought all of beomgyu’s hair was going to be fried off. But, somehow you all managed to get it right, the exact shade he wanted in the end. Kai had started an underground cheap hair dye business in the uni with the confidence after that. From what you know, he’s making bank.
His hair falls into his face but you still see his long lashes kissing his blushing cheeks, his eyes closed, looking like a doll in every single possible way right now. He’s truly unreal.
@angeldevil313luvr: Angel looks like such a slut 💗
@femdom_hearts: I’m going crazy. Look at the way he’s riding it. Wow 😍
@iheartsubboys199: he should just become a full time prostitute.
You laugh gently. “They’re saying you look like such a slut right now, baby, riding all by yourself like that.” Your hands slide up to take ahold of his small waist, holding it tightly, starting to move him against the dildo harder, changing the tempo and time signature. A loud, whorishly long moan rolling off his tongue at the new pace, lips parted. He’s just the prettiest little thing.
“Someone said you should become a full time prostitute, angel. You’d be such a pro.”
Beomgyu manages to shake his head. “uahh—No. only—f’you.”
You smile at his answer, absolutely pleased. “Ohh, you’re so good.” You reach up to pinch his scarlet cheek, cooing, “Such a sweet baby. Isn’t that right, darling?”
Beomgyu nods, dizzy. He’s losing control now, the confidence he once had dwindling, previous demeanor vanishing, forgotten when he gets consumed by the pleasure he’s feeling.
“Say it to the camera.” You take the phone, filming him up close. “Say you’re only a whore for my cock, angel. Only a pretty cumslut for me~”
You thrust into him slightly, toy pushing deeper in him. Beomgyu groans, noises leaving him endlessly, wrecked, voice cracking as he tries to speak up. He looks into the camera then at you with a faraway look. “Hahhh, m’ only a…a whore for your-ghh-cock. M’ just a pretty cumslut ffor you.”
When he looks like he might just collapse, you bend your knees, propping your legs up for him, his back resting against them, keeping him up. He delicately reaches out for both of your hands, threading your fingers and holding them as he begins to bounce on the silicone, up and down, lifting and sinking. You interlace them, his hair jumping with every bounce too, front layers damp, sticking to his forehead and his face glowing with sweat, making him look almost holy and sacrilegious at the same time.
“So dumb for my dick,” you murmur, making your voice more sultry and teasing the way he likes, that makes him shiver, “can’t even keep yourself upright. Should I fuck you with my cock all the time hmm?”
“N-no, Love your pussy mm-more.” There’s a thin line of drool, slipping down the corner of his mouth, glistening as it trails further to his chin, eyes rolling back uselessly.
You giggle, gaze dropping lower, watching the way his cock flaps uselessly, slapping your stomach, painfully red, pearled precum trickling out lightly from the tip of his engorged head. You pull your hands away from his, and he whimpers at the sudden lack of support. You swipe the beads of sticky fluid from his tip with your thumb and it twitches fruitlessly at that. You start pumping his wet dick ruthlessly, stroking “you sure? You look like you’re loving this, going crazy for this. Maybe I won’t let you fuck my pussy ever again.”
Beomgyu’s back arches instantly, mewling high pitched, attempting to shake his head at your words but all his thoughts just disappear from the overwhelming pleasure and all the stimulation, drowning in it.
“Please, can I cum? Please?”
“No.” You click your tongue. “Don’t cum if you love my cunt more.”
Beomgyu makes a devastated sound, pouting, stressed, tears pooling along his waterline, “babyyy! But-T-that’s so unfair!”
You burst out laughing, warm and amused. You don’t actually care obviously. You just like messing with him, seeing the way he gets all helpless and panicked. “Lol. Just joking.” You grin. “But you’re not allowed to cum just yet. Hold on.”
“I-i can’t—it feels ssoo ggood.” Beomgyu whines.
“Yes you can. Don’t disappoint your viewers, angel.” You check the comments for a second and they agree, not wanting him to cum just yet, wanting to see him cum a load later instead from holding it in. You pump his dick faster, speeding up cruel, mercilessly twisting. Your other hand grips his hip, moving him yourself, slamming him back down each time. You thrust upwards with his drops down, harder, deeper, more and more, an accelerando, intent on pulling every possible pretty sound he can make out of his throat, watching the way the little hearts suspended in the translucent toy disappear in as he takes it in and out of his cute hole, making gooey noises in the process. He’s practically jumping on your strap now too and he pulls one of your tits out of your dress, cupping them and squeezing tightly like it’s keeping him steady.
“H-holy s-shit…oh oh f-fuck oh”
Beomgyu yelps, surprised. You see it instantly on his face when it hits something deep and you know it’s reached deep, brushing against his prostate, mouth dropping open, eyes flying open. His moans practically change key, tearing out of him, becoming even more high pitched and falsetto than before. You weren’t even aware his range could go that high.
You can feel his thighs tremoring uncontrollably, like vibrato on a violin, where they cage your hips. “I can’t, I can’t—i-i c-can’ttt-t—” beomgyu sounds like there’s water stuck in his lungs.
You tighten your hand around his dick, moving faster. “Okay, you can cum, pretty.” You lift your torso up slightly to attach your lips to his nipple, swirling your tongue and teeth grazing the sensitive pink bud, sucking. One slow, wicked suck makes him jerk. He clenches his hole around the silicone and finally lets go with a strangled, long yelp, reaching up into the cosmos. The coda of the symphony comes to an end with a perfect cadence. Beomgyu’s dick gushes, cum overflowing like a fountain, thick ropes splattering all on your newly bought lingerie, absolutely sullied. He doesn’t care though, he slumps forwards on you, between all the mess, hugging you, face buried in your neck, breathing wrecked, boneless from the physical exertion, brain dead, numb and shaking.
You play with the ends of his shaggy hair on his neck, curling the light pink silky strands with your fingers. It suits him so well.
BONUS LIVE
Beomgyu has one last lecture early in the morning. You, blissfully, do not. However, you can currently hear the alarm he set, going off blaring, disturbing your sleep, for about 2 minutes now and he still hasn’t woken up. It’s so loud, how can he not hear it?
You nudge him, “gyu,” He doesn’t budge. You nudge him harder, “GYU. GET UP.” Finally, he stirs.
Beomgyu whines, “owww. Ugh,” but turns over to thankfully switch his annoying alarm off.
He gets up from the bed, carefully disentangling himself from you, and gets ready, heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth. You merely groan and roll over, burying your face deeper into the pillow. You don’t see him get dressed but you definitely hear all of it, rustling of fabrics, clinking of keys, lanyards, or something, attentively tiptoeing around your room to not disturb you too much.
Unfortunately, you still have to get up to lock the door after him. You yawn, face puffy, eyes barely functioning, hair sticking up. He walks out. Standing in the door frame with his crossbody bag slung over his shoulder. It has many keyrings dangling from it. That’s what the noise you heard earlier was.
“Bye, y/nnn. See you.” Beomgyu says softly, dragging the vowels of your name just to annoy you a little. He pulls you in for a little, warm hug, then pecks your lip. Then pecks them again with a grin just because.
You barely register any of this. “Mmm,” you mumble, yawning, “See you. I love you.” Then, you shut the door.
Beomgyu stands still, blinking at the closed door, eyes widening, stunned. He opens and closes his mouth, still trying to process what just happened, bag slipping off.
He replays it.
Mmm. See you. I love you.
He slowly raises his hand to touch his heart, feeling how it’s pounding against his chest. He mutters a surprised, barely audible oh into the empty corridor.
You said it so casually. Like you hadn’t just thrown a bomb at his entire emotional infrastructure before his 9am lecture. What the fuck. But, he’s a running a bit late to his class and thinks it’s best to ask you about it later.
Beomgyu walks away giddy but still in shock, legs feeling like jelly and dizzy, he gets halfway down the corridor and turns around just to stare at your door again. Oh my god.
You, meanwhile, make it back to your bed, pulling the blanket up. You close your eyes, sighing out happily-Wait. Your brain finally loads. You open one eye suspiciously, the other, very slowly. You think about what you said.
HOLY—
You sit up. Both your hands slap your mouth. You want to die. It just slipped out of your mouth so naturally like you’ve said it so many times before, you didn’t even realise. It’s definitely not how expected to say it for the first time. It’s not the most romantic way. You’re pretty embarrassed. You don’t text him because what would you say? You hope he just didn’t register it, it was mumbled and he was tired too. You’ll just believe that for now.
In the afternoon, you hear an inevitable knock at your door and you know it can only be beomgyu. You open it, embarrassed, nervous.
“Hey,” you say, scratching the back of your head. “Haha...” You try to appear nonchalant.
Beomgyu wraps an arm around your waist, like he’s been waiting all day to do that, a smile immediately appearing on his face. He pulls you closer to him. “Hi.” Beomgyu says softly, eyes studying your face, fond and still a bit stunned from the events earlier. Then, his lips curl into an evil, knowing smirk, not fooled for a second by your attempt at nonchalance. “Soooo about what you said in the morning~” beomgyu says teasingly, giving you the most cheekiest grin ever, his thumb brushing idle half circles through your shirt.
You splutter, flustered. He’s so annoying. “It was nothing. It just came out.” You blurt, averting your gaze.
Beomgyu quietly scoffs at your words with a hint of offence, narrowing his eyes playfully. “Really? I don’t think you can accidentally just say something like that.”
You raise your chin up, indignant, though your cheeks are heating. “It can. I say it to my friends casually all the time.”
Beomgyu lets go of you, tilting his head, clearly unconvinced. He stares at you for a moment, silent and thoughtful in a way that seems more serious than the teasing before. He shakes his head with a quiet laugh and he starts to speak up, sincere.
“You know. You’re kind of like…a grace note in my life.”
“Grace notes are brief, though,” you blink, pedantically, crossing your arms. “Like acciaccaturas, appoggiaturas.”
Beomgyu groans. “Oh my god- let me explain first, nerd. I was trying to be poetic.”
You snort. “Okay, keep going then, beethoven.”
“Well…Grace notes are ornaments, they embellish a song, they add decoration to it. You know, without it, the phrase is fine. The song was fine before, but with it, the phrase lingers.” You watch him as he talks, he’s slightly abashed by how earnest he’s being. His eyes keep darting back to you to see if you’re still listening, if it’s landing the way he hopes it is. “Like,” beomgyu adds, quieter, sheepish, “they slip in and suddenly the whole thing sounds…better, fuller, prettier.” Beomgyu’s ears are red. “Do you…get it?”
You nod silently.
“What I’m trying to say is that I love you too.” Beomgyu smiles so openly.
There’s a lump in your throat, trying to blink away the tears. “Fuck…I love you too.” You laugh weakly.
There’s that huge stupid grin that takes up immediately on beomgyu’s face, massive and uncontrollable, stepping closer to crush yoy into a tight hug, spinning you both slightly in place before setting you back down. Beomgyu cups your face, looking at you with pure lovesick-ness in his eyes. His lips land softly on yours, kissing you and kissing you senseless. After what feels like forever but also not long enough at all, beomgyu finally pulls away slightly.
“Honestly as cringey as it sounds, you have sort of been some kind of angel, a saving grace to me. Your streams before I knew you,” you admit, suddenly feeling like you needed to confess something meaningful too, breath shaky, “were comforting to me. And as ive got to know you, become good friends with you, streamed with you…you’re just such a beautiful person beomgyu. Inside and out. I fell for you twice.”
He beams shyly, eyes crinkling into crescents, then leans in to kiss you again like he physically cannot resist it.
“You’re welcome,” he adds smugly when he pulls back.
“For what?”
“For giving you the best boyfriend and business partner ever.”
You roll your eyes but you’re still smiling affectionately at him. “Well, I was the one who suggested working with you on your channel so I think you should say thank you to me.”
“Okay then.” Beomgyu presses his plushy lips with yours for the countless time. “Thank you y/n” his deep eyes are literally sparkling like they do often around you, looking into yours like you just showed him the entire galaxy, giggling, he rests his forehead against yours, brushing his nose with yours.
You adore this gorgeous, angelic boy so much.
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♫ Now playing Angels Around Me...- Kali Uchis
A/n: omg ☹️😭😭🤧🤧 i can’t believe it’s come to end wtaf. But also wow i can’t believe I ever actually managed to finish this series. At the start I lowkey went into it blind and had no actual plans but it truly did write itself :(<3 omg I really will miss writing for this series. They’re literally my babies and this is literally my favourite beomgyu to write. I’ll miss them sm. this series felt like such a constant in my life like it’s actually watched me grow and improve, and you can see it as the chapters go by too 😭. This fic is literally my baby. This was literally one of the first things I actually started writing on here and I got so much love with this series, genuinely so much love it’s crazy and I don’t think I’ll really get that again. Thank you to all the people that patiently waited every chapter and supported this series and sent me their thoughts. My slow ass would have never been able to finish this ever if it weren’t for that. I still see the same people liking and commenting from 2022 ily all sm 😭💕💕☹️☹️🌷🌷 wait omg why did I actually start crying a little 😭😭 IM EMOTIONAL OKAY ! This series means sm to me
I hope you like the ending 😭 this was a bitch for me to write and I had no idea how to end it so I’m sorry if you hate it but I tried my best 😭 but also pls tell me what you think plsplsplsplsplspls I beg
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your body settles against the sheets when a scene of shane kissing ilya flickers across your tv screen, your breathing picking up slightly as your panties start to feel a little uncomfortable, too hot to pretend it’s not having an effect on you.
you sigh, slipping your hand slowly into your sleep shorts, but before you can actually do something about it, the front door of your flat opens and you sit up quickly, frustration crawling up your spine.
“it’s my turn, you had her last weekend,” beomgyu’s voice pulls your attention, along with footsteps echoing down the hallway.
you come face to face with your two boyfriends, kai just behind beomgyu, both of them frowning until they see you and their expressions soften.
“what’s going on now?” you roll your eyes, wrapping your arms around beomgyu to press a quick kiss to his lips, repeating the same with kai.
“i just missed you,” kai admits, slipping his arms around your waist, hands sneaking beneath your sleep shirt.
“that’s not the deal,” beomgyu rolls his eyes this time, walking over to your bed. “this weekend’s mine.”
“i’m just asking to join,” kai murmurs against your neck, his lips brushing your skin in an attempt to convince you. “pretty, please…” your skin prickles, your head tilting slightly toward beomgyu.
“you can’t fight over being with me,” you scold, though you’re melting when kai’s teeth graze that sensitive spot. “that’s not how this is supposed to work.”
beomgyu sighs, nodding, about to answer when a low moan slips from the tv, and both of them turn to look at the show.
“heated rivalry again?” kai laughs against your neck, his hands tightening on your waist.
“it’s my comfort show,” you defend, glancing back at the sex scene. beomgyu watches for a few seconds before looking away, almost regretful.
“i don’t get why you like watching two guys kiss so much,” he says, settling into the pillows, patting the space beside him for you to join.
you crawl across the bed, resting your head on his chest, kai joining on the other side as he wraps an arm around your waist.
“it’s the same as you imagining me with another girl,” you explain casually, and kai laughs behind you.
“fair enough, i’d kill to share with another girl.”
beomgyu scoffs, his arm coming around your shoulders to pull you closer. “i’d kill not to share you with anyone.”
you laugh softly, tilting your head toward him. “you woke up extra jealous today.”
beomgyu chuckles, pressing a kiss to your head before looking back at the tv, shifting a little uncomfortably.
“you can’t blame me either,” you add, turning back to the show. “god forbid a girl wants her boyfriends to kiss.”
they both look at you as the words leave your mouth, kai the first to respond with that teasing tone of his. “you want us to kiss?”
beomgyu tenses beside you.
“a girl can dream,” you reply, glancing at him over your shoulder. “sometimes i imagine it, and it’s kinda hot.”
kai laughs, shooting beomgyu a look over your head. “what, you scared?”
beomgyu huffs, meeting his gaze with that same competitive glint in his eyes.
“no, you?”
kai shifts after that, sitting beside you on the bed and bracing his weight on one hand against the mattress. beomgyu follows, sitting up carefully so you can move now that you’re no longer resting on his chest. they look at each other, like they’re still silently competing to please you.
“wait, are you actually going to kiss?” you sit up, your back pressed against the headboard as you watch them facing each other.
“why not?” kai says, playful. his eyes flick back to beomgyu after answering you. “i’ve always thought you were hot.”
beomgyu rolls his eyes, used to kai trying to get under his skin and succeeding 99% of the time. only this time, he doesn’t want to lose.
“good taste,” he shrugs, glancing at you when he hears you laugh, his lips curling into an involuntary smile even as his jaw tightens when kai leans closer than he should.
you watch them closely, convinced they won’t actually kiss. you know them, they barely tolerate each other, it’s impossible.
“fine, let’s do this,” beomgyu says, tilting his head toward kai and shooting him a look. “if you bite me, i swear—”
kai leans in to shut him up before he can finish, eyes closed, lips pressing against beomgyu’s. he tries to look unbothered, but you can see his fist clench against the sheets.
beomgyu’s eyes close too, resisting the urge to pull away at first.
your eyes widen slightly in surprise, a smile forming on your lips as you lean in to get a better view.
only three seconds pass before they pull apart, not saying a word.
you roll your eyes. “that’s it? you didn’t even—”
but you’re cut off when they both lean in again, beomgyu tugging kai in by the collar of his shirt while the blond pulls him closer by the waist. your mouth falls open in surprise, almost shock, as you watch their lips meeting again, their tongues clashing in a silent fight over who kisses better.
your thighs press together, trying to soothe that growing ache between your legs.
kai pulls beomgyu against him, noticeably stronger with the difference in their builds, and beomgyu simply lets himself fall, kai’s back hitting the mattress, beomgyu’s chest pressed to his.
the room fills with the sound of their kisses, loud, careless. kai’s quiet grunts mix with beomgyu’s low moans, both sounds reaching your ears, making your mouth water.
beomgyu’s hands slide up into kai’s hair, fingers tangling on instinct, his skin prickling as kai’s hands come up to hold his jaw, firm, yet careful at the same time.
beomgyu braces one hand beside his head, but a surprised gasp slips out when, in a quick movement, he finds himself pinned beneath kai.
your eyes follow every movement, a heavy breath leaving your nose. the tv keeps playing in the background, but you’re no longer interested in ilya and shane. you only want to watch your boyfriends making out hungrily right in front of you.
one of kai’s thighs slides between beomgyu’s legs, pressing against his boner, which only grows the deeper the kiss gets, even as he tries not to react too much.
he tilts his head back when his body demands air, not giving beomgyu time to recover before his lips trail down along his jaw to his neck, kissing and nipping playfully until beomgyu starts to squirm beneath him, his moans growing rougher, louder. his head tilts unconsciously, giving the younger more space to do whatever he wants against his skin.
your eyes meet beomgyu’s for a brief second before they roll back and then shut, his body reacting when kai’s teeth find that sensitive spot—the one you know makes him fall apart.
“what were you saying about biting?” kai growls against his skin, his hand sliding up to his neck to squeeze gently, stealing his breath for a second.
beomgyu can only answer with a low groan, especially when he feels kai’s thigh press against his erection, painfully hard beneath his jeans.
“come here,” kai says, looking at you over his shoulder. voice breathless, dark eyes. “you started this.”
beomgyu’s moans fill your room, louder and way needier this time, when your lips meet the free side of his neck. you suck at that sensitive spot, leaving small marks that make his hips twitch involuntarily, almost like a reflex.
your hand travels down his abdomen until it reaches the waistband of his jeans, and without even asking, kai unbuttons them so you can keep going. you pull his boxers down, wrapping your hand around his cock and stroking him slowly, feeling him throb in your grip the way he always does when he’s too worked up.
“fuck—” his voice comes out rough when kai joins in too, his warm hand stroking beomgyu’s balls while you jerk him off at a slow pace.
his hips lift off the bed, his eyes squeezing shut as he feels both hands giving him exactly what he needs.
“let me go down,” you ask kai, breathless, already lost in the moment. it comes out more like a plea than an order, and you only move when the blond nods, pressing his lips back against the brunette’s.
beomgyu moans into his mouth when he feels your lips wrap around the tip of his cock, your tongue circling slowly to taste the precum, his back arching in response.
“you’re so needy it’s pathetic, y’know that?” kai groans against his lips, almost mocking, not giving beomgyu time to reply before he pushes his tongue back into his mouth, tasting him, swallowing every sound he makes.
one of his hands comes up to grab kai by the neck, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss, his lips moving against his as he tries not to moan into his mouth when you take him deeper. you feel his other hand tangle in your hair, gentle, never pushing your head down. he’s never liked doing that. but god, he’s weak when you’re sucking him off like this.
kai pulls back just enough to watch you going down on beomgyu, and his eyes darken at the thought of joining in. he’s never really felt attracted to men, this probably isn’t an exception, but beomgyu looks so wrecked, so gone, that it’s enough to make his own cock hard just from the sight.
he lifts beomgyu’s shirt, lowering himself along his abdomen, his tongue dragging over his abs and making him shudder, beomgyu’s fingers tangling in his hair as he feels him getting closer to you.
to his cock.
you lift your head, meeting kai’s gaze, and he leans in to kiss you—your tongues slipping from each other’s mouths to beomgyu’s tip, sharing the taste of him between you. beomgyu lets out a rough moan at the sight of you kissing right over him.
“see what you do to us?” kai groans into your mouth, gripping the back of your neck to guide you back down to your blowjob. his hand moves to your hair, this time guiding your head faster.
beomgyu arches his back when he feels you take him into your mouth faster. “shit, stop— ‘m close.”
“already?” kai teases, lifting his head to look at him while tugging your hair to push you deeper onto his cock, your gagging making beomgyu shiver around the sensation.
“fuc— ah— fuck you, kai.”
the blond rolls his eyes, not looking away as he lowers himself, getting closer to beomgyu’s balls, giving them a slow lick that sends a shudder through him. he can’t quite explain what exactly about all of this is turning him on so much.
he loosens his grip so you can catch your breath, this time bringing the tip of beomgyu’s cock closer to his mouth to lick it. he glances at you—you know what he’s asking without words, and you don’t hesitate.
you lean in again to join him, licking the tip from the other side while your hand strokes the mess of desperate moans that beomgyu has become.
his hips jerk upward, completely out of his control, trying to hold back even as the knot in his abdomen tells him he’s right there. his eyes squeeze shut, fists clenching at his sides as his whole body tightens, bracing for the orgasm that’s about to hit—
“stop,” kai orders, making you pull back and take your attention away from beomgyu right when he was about to cum.
his eyes snap open instantly, looking down, chest rising and falling with arousal, adrenaline, and the almost orgasm that just slipped away.
“why—”
“shut up,” kai cuts him off before he can complain, shifting to rest his back against the headboard. he unbuttons his jeans, finally freeing the erection that had been aching, trapped. “beomgyu, come here.”
“but—”
“don’t make me repeat myself.”
you glance at the brunette, licking your lips, used to kai being this demanding in bed. something beomgyu clearly doesn’t know.
his hips meet beomgyu’s, his whines filling the room as he tries to adjust to the new sensation of being taken for the first time— it hurts, but it’s so good he doesn’t know what to hold onto to keep from losing himself in it.
his back rests against kai’s chest as he thrusts into him without mercy, like he doesn’t realize how overwhelming it is, pleasure tangled with pain. his hands grip beomgyu’s hips, guiding the movement, pushing deeper each time.
kai’s breathing ghosts against his ear, and beomgyu chases that denied orgasm, pushing his hips toward your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, his eyes rolling at the way you gag around him. you glance up at him for a second, completely captivated by how desperate he looks; brows furrowed, lips parted, whines spilling out of him, begging for more, his abs tightening with every shift of sensation.
“ride him,” kai orders between rough breaths and low grunts. beomgyu turns to look at him like he’s lost his mind, like it’s too much to handle, but kai pushes harder, forcing his back to arch, his eyes squeezing shut.
the blond stops his thrusts so you can take your time, his eyes on you as his breath brushes against beomgyu’s ear, who feels his eyes gloss over when your sweet pussy tightens around him, hugging his width as you take him inch by inch.
a moan slips from your lips, because beomgyu has always been big, his cock always forcing you to pause and adjust when he enters you, hitting exactly the spot you need to cum. he moans too, a little higher pitched than usual, because he can still feel kai inside him.
“are you ready?” he asks you, not beomgyu, and you meet his gaze. your hands rest on his shoulders to keep your balance, his cock throbbing inside you, begging you to start riding him.
you nod in response, a darkness in your eyes that could be enough to make beomgyu finish.
kai positions his legs in a way that makes it easy for him to thrust against beomgyu’s ass, slow at first not to drive him insane with too much stimulation, but he quickly pick up pace, unable to help himself, chasing a kind of pleasure he didn’t know a man could give him.
even if the position isn’t the most comfortable, you manage to move your hips up and down to match kai’s rhythm, your ass bouncing against beomgyu’s skin as you hear him moan loudly, desperate, trying to regulate his breathing and failing miserably.
his hands grip your hips, the only thing he can find to keep himself grounded while two of his weak spots are being stimulated like this. his eyes shift from yours to your tits, the way they bounce so deliciously making it impossible for him to look away.
“she’s so pretty, isn’t she?” kai praises you, his ragged breathing hitting beomgyu’s ear, earning a series of whimpers in response. “look at her tits, gyu. aren’t they pretty?”
beomgyu lets out exaggeratedly deep breaths, his hands sliding up your waist until they reach your chest, pinching your nips gently before losing control. kai’s hips slam into him so rough and unrestrained that it makes his cock push even deeper inside you as you bounce on top of him.
your moans are the quietest in the room, drowned out by the rough grunts tearing from kai’s throat and beomgyu’s whimpers as he feels his orgasm getting closer, not entirely sure which of the two of you is pushing him there.
“i… fuck, i wanna— oh my—“
he tries, he really does, but his brain can’t piece together coherent thoughts when his hole is being fucked like this, with a kind of burning pain that still hits something deep inside him that feels too good.
“this is all it takes to make you cum?” kai growls against his ear, picking up the pace of his hips and making beomgyu arch his back with loud whimpers, tears slipping down his cheeks. he’s enjoying it so much it embarrasses him to even think it, he doesn’t want to stop and process how good it feels to be fucked. though he can’t really think much at all.
“he’s so sensitive right now,” you add, breathless, bouncing against him with sharp, deliberate movements, the sound of your skin slapping against his almost as loud as his moans. your hands slide down from his shoulders to his chest, index fingers brushing over his hardened nipples, making him moan even louder as he looks at you like you’ve gone insane.
“yn— don’t—“
“mmh?” your thumbs start tracing circles, playing with his sensitivity. beomgyu presses his lips together, his head falling back against kai’s shoulder.
“too much— oh fuck, i need— please.”
kai lets out a breathy laugh, his hips snapping harshly against his ass. “oh, is he the begging type?”
beomgyu feels a tingle in his lower body, warning him he’s about to experience the best climax of his life.
“m gonna— fuck, don’t stop—“
kai and you share a look, like you silently agree to give it everything at once. the speed you set is enough to make beomgyu see stars, his lower abdomen tightening with that familiar knot. only this time, there’s another kind of pleasure tied to it, one coming from behind, from his most vulnerable spot.
his hands drop to either side, gripping the sheets tightly, arching his back to hit the perfect angle. his whole body tenses, and you catch the exact moment he lets go of any restraint, giving in to an orgasm so intense it makes his eyes roll back.
his hearing dulls, unable to keep up with your moans or kai’s, and even his vision starts to blur.
the only thing that leaves him is a strained, broken groan as you feel his cock spill inside you, filling you with the hot release he so desperately needed.
his body goes slack when kai stops thrusting, shifting to give him the space he needs. his body twitches, evidence of the best high of his life, as he tries to catch his breath.
“i’m not done here,” kai says, pulling your body toward him, his hands gripping your hips so he can position you the way he wants.
your knees press into the bed, back arched and ass up for him. his hands roam over your cheeks, giving it a small squeeze followed by a slap just to watch your skin bounce in response.
“can you take it better than him?” kai asks, almost mockingly, as he guides the tip of his cock to the entrance of your other hole. you glance back at him over your shoulder and nod.
“mhm, babe, please–“
his hand moves down, coating his fingers with your slick, spreading it over your second entrance and along his tip before pushing in slowly, letting you adjust to the feeling.
your face twists into pure pleasure as his length slides into you, and he groans at how tight you feel. he glances to the side, catching sight of beomgyu trying to sit up on the bed, his eyes unfocused, blissed out.
“you good?” he mouths, genuinely checking on him, while starting to thrust into you so you can get used to it, your moans sounding like music to both of them.
beomgyu nods, wincing slightly as he shifts position. he’s sensitive, but that doesn’t stop his erection from keeping hard, refusing to go down.
“c’mere, you can use her as a fucktoy,” kai gestures to him, while your cheek presses into the sheets and your whimpers are muffled against the mattress with every deep, delicious push.
you don’t have time to react when you feel your hair being pulled, forcing your head up, and just from the firmness of the grip you know it’s kai. beomgyu positions himself right in front of you, slowly stroking his cock.
“open that pretty mouth for beomgyu, doll,” kai tells you, his voice firm because it’s not a suggestion; it’s an order. you obey, caught between moans and soft cries from how good his cock feels pounding into you.
beomgyu slides his cock slowly into your mouth, his thighs trembling when your tongue traces along one of his veins and when his tip makes you gag.
“deeper, baby, take him deeper.” kai growls, his grip on your hair tightening. you don’t know how you manage it, but you let beomgyu’s cock slide down your throat, not hitting the back this time but letting it pass. the walls of your throat tighten around him, he lets out a low moan and places his hand in your hair too, pushing his hips toward your mouth to go deeper.
kai’s grip turns rougher, almost painful, and just from the depth of his groans you can tell he’s close but there’s nothing you can do except let him use you while you keep sucking beomgyu’s dick.
“fuck, yn, you take it so fucking well,” kai curses, feeling the knot tightening dangerously in his lower abdomen, warning him of his release. “all filled with our cum, is that what you wanted?”
you moan in response around beomgyu’s cock, the vibration making his body shudder. his eyes are on you, on the way you choke on him, but when he feels kai’s intense gaze on him, he lifts his head to meet it.
you don’t know which of them moves first and they probably won’t ever tell you, but they kiss again, this time over you. it’s messy, desperate, loud, all spit and pent up want. beomgyu feels the tip of his cock tighten in your throat, a clear sign his second climax is right there.
kai grabs your hips with one hand, thrusting hard and fast, chasing his orgasm, while his other hand comes up to wrap around beomgyu’s throat, squeezing almost without thinking. the sight of him gasping into his mouth is enough to push him over the edge.
and it’s enough to make beomgyu come again too, moaning against kai’s lips, breaking the heated kiss.
the cum spilling into your mouth slides straight down your throat as beomgyu rolls his hips slowly, making sure you take it all. kai’s thrusts slow, muffled groans leaving his throat as he tries to come back down.
your body nearly gives out when they both pull away from you, heavy breaths and unfocused eyes staring off somewhere in the room. your cheek rests against the edge of the bed as beomgyu collapses beside you and kai leans back against the headboard.
“you came twice, huh?” kai teases, breathless, earning a middle finger from the brunette.
“you know who hasn’t come yet?” beomgyu says, his gaze settling on you as you try to recover from being used like that.
kai smirks, something dark and amused crossing his expression as he leans forward and grabs you by the waist, pulling you back toward him.
Jo didn’t know what was in those chocolates that made him like this. The state he was in could only be described in one word: pathetic. Here was sitting on the bed with a pillow covering his hard on, trying not to grind on the pillow. His sweatpants having a dark spot from the precum that was leaking from his cock. His hand was gripping so hard on his phone that if anyone would see it, they’d think he was trying to break it. Everything felt so sensitive to him, from the way he felt his shirt glaze over his hardened nipple to the way he felt the friction of the pillow on his cock every time he shifted his position. He desperately wanted to touch himself but he didn’t want to break his good boy image to his mama. To you. So he waited, patiently, like the good boy that he is. Always.
But every one had their limits and Jo was about to hit his. Tears was streaming down his face, he felt like being edged cruelly, and the worst thing was there was no praises from you or just your presence to comfort, it was just point blank cruel. His need for you amplified his longing for you. Jo has now curled himself into a ball, silent cries and whimpers echoed the empty room. He couldn’t take it anymore, so through teary eyes he pressed on your contact and called you.
“Jo, baby? What’s wrong?” The moment your voice reached his ears, he couldn’t hold back the tears and completely sobbed through the phone. “mama..” he tries to form sentences but he couldn’t as only sobs escaped his mouth. Your heart filled with worry as the only thing that you could hear was Jo’s sobs through the phone. “Baby, what happened? I need you to tell mama what happened so I can make it right” You gently told him, careful to coax your boy to calm while already packing your things to leave and rush home.
“Mama, come home please..” finally whimpers out after taking deep breathes. “I need you so bad, Mama please.” He begs. Jo felt helpless and desperate begging you to come home like this, but he’d rather be a desperate good boy than be a a brat who breaks your rules. “I’m coming home baby, but you need to tell mama first why you’re being like this.” You gently told, while climbing into a taxi. “There was chocolates on the table, and they looked really good. So I ate it.” Jo’s voice was now calmer and more steady though it was still small and shaky but he more conversational now.
Processing what Jo just told you, just then did you realize what had gotten into him. “Jo, baby. You did nothing wrong baby.” You comfort him. “You were such a good boy by calling mama first. You can touch yourself, Jojo. It’s okay, you’re still a good boy if you do.” You praise him after noticing the series of whimpers and whining coming from the other of the phone.
“N-no.” You hear him say, his voice firmer. “‘m not touching. Only mama.” He says with so much certainty, his said it in a way that there was no room to argue it. Jo shifts to sit up once more, he’s now more determined to wait for you. “I’ll wait mama.” You couldn’t help but silently coo at how obedient and devoted he was. Jo truly is the perfect boy anyone could ask for. So obedient. So good. He truly deserved his title of being your “good boy”.
The moment Jo hears the door open, he immediately springs up from the bed to greet you on the door. Jo looked disheveled and pathetic. His blonde hair, a mess. His face red and still tear stained. His bulge begging an escape from his sweats. He immediately ran to hug you, and it wasn’t the aphrodisiac that made him act like that, it was truly just how much Jo missed you. You felt the hard cock press into you when Jo had you in his arms but he was also crying on your shoulder.
“Mama..” He whimpers. “It hurts.” His voice small and vulnerable. You coo at him as he was now fully in subspace, and Jo in subspace was fragile, he needed constant praise and babying, so who are you to deny him of that, after all he was your sub.
“Cmon jojo let’s take of you”
— //—
nothing but the echoes of skin slapping and moans bounced through the walls of the room. Jo continued to bounce on your strap to satisfy his need. He looked utterly fucked out. His hair was even more of a mess now, his chest and neck had hickies covering them, and his face was tinted with light shade of red and it glistened with tears, spit and sweat. His abs had the stains of his 3 earlier orgasms and neither once did he stop or slow down when he started.
“Ah ah ah m-more mama” He lets out, his voice getting higher as the knot on his stomach tightens at his incoming orgasm. “Slow down jojo, mama’s not going anywhere” you try and soothe him but he didn’t listen instead he kept up his fast pace. He was so fucked out that he didn’t even he was being bratty. You roughly met his lips and gripped on his hips hard. “Just because you’re under the influence of sex does not mean you can go and act like a slut.” Your tone was harsh and scolding, you needed to be, because you spoiled Jo too much that sometimes soft words don’t work on him.
You grab his hair and it makes him whine while you whispered onto his ear. “Quit acting like that or I’m stopping”. The boy could only whine in retaliation as he tried to move again. You scoff at him and pulled your strap. Jo then feels the sudden emptiness and it cuts off the building orgasm that was building up at the pit of his stomach.
“Since you wanna act like a toy so much, then you deserved to be treated like one.” You harshly laid him on his back and grabbed a vibrator and placed inside of him after putting it in the highest setting. Jo lets out one of the moans you have heard him let out. You then straddle his lap, seating just a few inches away from his rock hard cock.
“mama..” he whimpered. God he looked so fucked out. His hair was splayed all over the pillows and he was crying for the stimulation that he was receiving from the vibrator. He has his lips bit to contain the sound that he was about to let out. You brought thumb to his lips release them, and Jo’s lips quivered in anticipation. “Mama please..” He whispered. He didn’t know what he was pleading for but he knew that he was at your mercy now.
You lined his cock to your entrance and suddenly dropped down on it. He lets out a shaky moan that was loud enough to wake your neighbors. You then started to bounce on him at an erratic pace. Jo couldn’t even let out moans as the combined pace from your hole and the vibrator caught his breath. He can’t even do anything but whine and cry.
“You’re gonna let Mama, take anything she wants from you right?” You ask him and Jo immediately nods. “A-always Mama” he cries. “What did you do to deserve this?” You ask with condescension. “I-I was bratty and didn’t listen to mama” he says, his breathing getting shorter and shorter. “And what will you say baby?” Your eyes gleaming with mischief and desire.
You can tell that Jo was getting closer and closer to his peak and you wanted to egg him on. He was so fucked put that he can’t even form sentences, but he snaps out of it when you started to choke him. “What will say Jojo?” You ask one more time.
And finally he cries out with apologies and pleadings. “I’m sorry mama” “I’m so sorry” “please” “forgive me mama” he alternates between those as he chases his high by meeting your bounces with his thrusts.
You finally feel his cum fill you up and he lets out another loud guttural moan. But you don’t stop, you continue your pace and put the vibrator on the highest setting. You giggle at Jo’s surprised reaction when you don’t stop. He pleads for you to stop, that it was too much but his pleas fall on deaf ears as you continued to reach your high by using him like your personal toy.
This continues on for another 2 more Jo’s orgasm and when you finally reach yours. Your hips finally stop moving and you turn the vibrator off. Jo’s thighs couldn’t stop shaking as he lets out lots of “thank you”s to your lips when you lean down and kiss him. Even at this state Jo holds you tight as he calms down from both his overstimulation and tears.
“I love you, thank you.” he tenderly whispers in your ear, holding you tight to him. You stroke his hair as you looked at him with so much love and warmth dripping from your eyes. “I love you too, Jojo. You don’t have to thank me, just next time read before you eat something” you smile down at him then placing a soft kiss on his lips.
SUMMARY: You enrol into a rich ass university under a scholarship scheme. You find out the university is not only famous for its prestigiousness, but also very famous for their host club: a club with five very handsome, very eccentric boys that entertain the bored and affluent students. When you accidentally land yourself in debt to them, you're forced to assist with five events each under a different host. What can go wrong…?!
GENRE: smut, homie hopper y/n, ohshc au, mini series, dom! reader, crack, fluff, uni au, reverse harem, parody
PAIRING: sub! ot5 txt x dom! reader
INTRODUCING THE HOSTS:
Each of the five hosts attracts guests with their own distinct type, all of which are widely loved for their different appeal.
CHOI YEONJUN ! The ‘prince charming’ type
With his good looks, princely charm, and flamboyancy, Yeonjun is the most popular member of the host club, with a 70% request rate. His rose's color is white and his representative animal is a fox. Choi yeonjun was the one to create the club, his family plays a significant role in funding the university, hence why he is able to get away with having such a club. He personally recruited all of the other members and the club is something he values more than anything. A fashion major, Choi yeonjun is the heir to a global luxury fashion house. He also excitedly designs and creates many of the costumes for the host club events and members. He is the most flirty member and does the most fanservice.
CHOI SOOBIN ! The ‘gentle leader’ type
As the club’s president, Choi soobin is known for his calm authority and soft spoken nature. He is very polite and known to be very gentlemanly. His family is also the richest, with very old money and an aristocratic lineage. Despite this, he remains humble and approachable. His rose’s colour is pink and his representative animal is a bunny. Guests love him for his soft posh boy vibes, often wearing fake glasses ad he knows guests love it, leaning into this image. His soft nurturing nature as the leader earned him the club’s unofficial title of the ‘mum’, whilst yeonjun is referred to as the ‘dad’ - a contrasting dynamic guests really seem to like. He also studies English literature. Guests ask soobin to create bullshit poetry for them, which they fawn over. Despite being an English lit student, poetry is not one of his strong suits.
CHOI BEOMGYU ! The ‘emo rockstar’ type
He is very brooding and emo, known for his mysterious nature which, unsurprisingly gains him a lot of attention from guests. With his messy wolfcut, guitar, and multiple facial piercings, he leans into a rockstar aesthetic that many find appealing. It is a role that sells. His roses’s colour is red and his representative animal is a bear. Unlike the other members, he is also secretly on a scholarship and does not come from an esteemed or wealthy family. He has his issues with the club, but it pays well and he does love his members. He remains deeply attached to the club and still enjoys being a host. Choi beomgyu studies music. Seems to always be tired and sleeping due to balancing his studies and being a host club member.
HUENING KAI ! The ‘cute angel’ type
Often referred to as ‘Honey Kai’, a nickname guests who favour him use fondly. Kai is known for his bright, sweet, sunshine personality and his sweet tooth. His cheerful energy and soft, approachable nature makes him especially popular with those drawn to the cute type. He loves plushies and collecting them, particularly penguins and is almost never seen without one. Guests frequently gift him penguin plushies, to the point where he now just has two rooms filled entirely with them. His roses’s colour is yellow and his representative animal is a penguin. His family owns hotel and resort chains. Kai studies music alongside beomgyu. Occasionally, beomgyu and kai will produce background music for events together.
KANG TAEHYUN ! The ‘cool intelligent’ type
Kang taehyun is known for his cold and unemotional resolve. He is highly intelligent and academically driven, taehyun is the treasurer of the club. While soobin and yeonjun handle overall planning, taehyun oversees the numbers and tracks profits, keeping track of who performs best and what brings in the most revenue. He claims to only be involved for the experience and connections it offers, treating the club more like a strategic investment. His rose’s colour is blue and his representative animal is a squirrel. Though, many guests argue he is more of a cat. Despite all of this, taehyun is known to have a soft spot for kai, who is his best friend. Their dynamic is also especially popular. Kang taehyun studies finance and comes from a family involved in finance and brokerage. He also workouts the most and is popular for his good shape and muscles.
RELEASE DATE: TBA
COMMENT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST !
A/n: this probably won’t be out until around June since I have exams lol but I wanted to post a teaser since it was fun to make and to see the reception !! This series is going to be a mini series and will probably have 5 parts for each member. Also don’t get your hopes up LMAOO each chapter probably won’t be too long and will sort of be like oneshot smuts with each member. I do have rough ideas for each member now but this is still probably not going to be plot heavy or super cohesive loll
Also tell me which character has caught your eye so far based on the profiles in the comments I’m very curious hehe…which host would you be requesting for?
"Oh so sweet Barbie girl, oh so pretty baby girl!"
Pairing: BP doll!Sunoo x Dom!reader.
Tags: Sunoo is a doll, baby girl Sunoo, sub!Sunoo, pillow princess Sunoo, fingering, size queen Sunoo, princess Sunoo, pegging, corruption k!nk, so much more.
Notes: Well…. Second bp fic. THIS IS NOT FOR THE NORMAL PEOPLE. I don't know where this came from. This is only a rough draft for something WAY bigger.
Welcome! Pick a doll you’d like to order!
-> 3NHYP3N series.
-> Princess Sunoo.
Thank you for your choice! Your order will arrive shortly!
You had just bought a doll from a website. Why? Because you were lonely and needed company. You didn’t have anyone really, no one wanted to date you or even be near you so you did the next best thing: buy a doll. It wasn’t that much money anyway plus the other dolls were cheap as well since no one would buy such a thing, those dolls would be coming soon in the mail for you but first this one.
You bought the whole set but started off with the princess of the set, Sunoo. He was beautiful and very cute, a little bit of pink dusting his cheeks. The doorbell rang and you turned off your phone. You opened the door, signed the paper and brought the box in. You opened it and there was the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. He had pretty pink hair, pink lips and pink makeup along with a pink shirt and light blue jeans.
You got him out of the box and immediately he came to life, he looked around and then looked at you, "Hi! I'm your pretty princess Sunoo, I'm here to keep you company." You looked all around him to see if he had any on button or a charging port but nothing. You grabbed the manual but it said nothing about him coming to life. "What would you like me to call you?" You told him your name and smiled. "That's a nice name! I bet it'd be a lovely name in my kingdom!" You looked at him, a kingdom? he's an actual princess? You then introduced yourself and everything else. Then you heard him introduce himself and how he was a princess from Enhaland.
He was soon proving to be easy as time went on, always listening to you and helping you but you also helped him. He lived up to his princess title, needing you to do everything for him and listening to him. He was nice and sweet despite the title. You never regretted the purchase and knew it would be worth it.
Overtime, his sweet face started proving to be quite the distraction as you tried to find time for yourself. His actions alone had you wanting him to go outside for hours. You sighed as you painted his nails a sparkly pink, watching as he looked at you working. You got a notification on your phone, your friend messaging you telling how she got laid for the 100th time. You scowled, turning off your phone and focusing on your work. "What's wrong?" You shook your head, sighing, "Nothing Sunoo, just my friend telling me how she had sex with another guy." He looked at you confused, "What's that?" You nearly ruined his nails when he said that, how could someone not know.
After that day, an idea popped up in your head. This was your chance to finally get a guy after many times of getting rejected. He had a cute face, a small waist and a pretty body, what could go wrong? At night, he asked you for help putting on his nightgown. This nightgown was pink, small and fluttery. It was light pink and got more translucent as it got to the skirt. And there you saw it, the prettiest pair of pink panties hugging his hips and covering his cunt. You asked him if that was really what he had and he nodded. An idea came to you, you were gonna corrupt the princess of Enhaland.
In the morning, you woke up first and turned and looked at Sunoo. "Hey princess wake up." You leaned in closer, whispering in his ear. "Princess wake up, wanna give you a kiss." His eyes opened slowly as he shifted closer to you, trying to catch your lips, you leaned in and kissed him, hugging his body close to yours. You leaned down to his neck, kissing and sucking. He shuddered and moaned, whimpering as you marked him. You ended at his collarbone and then looked down. His nightgown was in the way and you pulled it off of him. You leaned down, wrapping your lips around one of his hardened buds. He pushed his chest further into your mouth, whimpering more.
You didn't know he was sensitive, the way his body pressed into yours. You switched to the other side, leaving him a whimpering, moaning mess. You got lower and lower until you got to his cunt. The pink panties he was wearing had a big stain on them and his inner thighs were wet. You pulled off his underwear, watching as strings of his arousal broke as you pulled them down his legs. You took one whiff and nearly passed out, he had a sweet scent to him and as you swiped a finger on his folds and brought it to your mouth, a sweet taste.
You spread his folds open, pressing a finger into his hole. He moaned loudly as you fingered him, inserting a second finger into him. He was whimpering your name, coming as you pressed your fingers against the soft spot inside of him. You pulled out your fingers, licking them clean of his release. "What did you do to me?" You shrugged your shoulders, "This is something everyone does. It's normal." He looked at you as if you were a ghost. "Really?! I never did this stuff in the castle." This was it, your time to start teaching him. "Yeah Sunny, you just have to let me take care of it okay? I know what to do. We'll start by making sure your cunt stays wet for me, we have to make sure your little hole is stretched out enough, wouldn't wanna hurt you." He nodded, giving you a kiss and sighing blissfully.
You started using him for his real purpose, constantly fingering him every chance you had, pinching and rolling his nipples in between your fingers while doing so. You had him dressed up in revealing clothing, all while wearing his glittering tiara. You also started size training him, teaching him to take the biggest fake dick you had. There was something about not going too far with your doll or else something would happen. You didn't care, having your pretty doll, wet and needy was something you wanted. You didn't care how far you went.
Today, he was giving his royal decree. He was dressed in a lacy pink bralette that barely hid his hardened nipples, small lacy pink panties to match, ones that couldn't hide how hard his clit was or how wet he got and ones with a little skirt on the waist band. He had on pink heels and white thigh highs, white long gloves and on his pink hair, a sparkly gold tiara. He pushed his panties to the side and sat on your strap. He had a smile on his face and a blush to match. "Like your throne princess?" He nodded, putting his hand on the bulge in his stomach. He couldn't even think straight, his cunt felt so good being filled and the diamond vibrator in his other hole was stretching him open nicely, constantly pressing on his prostate.
"T-today, I d-declare that- mmh- that y-you should a-always have your dick inside me- nngh- and that you get to do whatever you want with me!" He came with a loud moan, feeling overstimulated very quickly. You thrusted your hips up into him, hearing him mewl. "I think those are very good royal decrees, princess, but I want to make a few of my own. I get to do whatever I want to whoever is in this house and I own you which means you do whatever I say, got it?" He nodded, letting out little mewls in response. Today was a really good day.
A couple days later, you decided to randomly search up Enhaland and sure enough it came up. The royals and loyal servants were missing, nobody knew where they went. You looked up from your phone, Sunoo was bouncing on your strap, tears falling down his face as he moaned out how good it felt. You smiled wickedly, a sinister thought crossing you, all you needed was the six other dolls and soon you'd be on top of the world. You just had to wait six to eight business days.
the private call window popped up, and of course it was him.
mr. moneybags.
older, red in the face, already puffing into his mic before you can even say “hello”.
he’d been in your livestreams before—many times.
in fact, he was one of your best tippers.
the kind of fan who dropped stupid money just to hear you call him “baby” in that sweet, fake voice he ate up every time.
you knew his type by now.
boring, predictable, the kind of man who thought his wallet was enough to make you wet.
he wasn’t your type—at all—but he was easy.
easy to flatter, easy to string along, easy to make pay up when he got greedy.
so you gave him that smile, the one you saved just for simps like him, glossy lips curving with a dangerous gleam.
“hey, baby.” you purred, already knowing he’d tip just to hear it again.
“you ready for me?”
he nods frantically, fumbling with himself on the other side, already working his cock while staring at your face on the screen.
you lean your chin on your hand, pretending to be interested, but really? you’re counting the seconds until the next tip drops.
“stroke it for me, yeah? nice and slow,” you instruct him, your tone silky but bored.
you know the routine, you’ve said it a thousand times before.
he groans into the speaker, uneven and desperate.
then comes the inevitable.
“c’mon, sweetheart… touch yourself too,” he pants, like it’s the most natural request in the world.
you laugh, sharp and bratty.
“fuck no,” you shoot back, shaking your head.
“you think i’m gonna get myself wet for free? tsk.”
you roll your eyes, leaning back so the lace strap of your bra slips just enough to tease.
“you’ve got the money, old man. if you wanna see me cum, you better start acting like it. otherwise, shut up and keep jerking off for free.”
the silence lasts just long enough to make him sweat.
then—ping.
another fat tip flashes across your screen.
💸new tip! you have received $250 from @silverfox69
“looks like your wallet finally decided to wake up, hm?” you taunt, dragging your nails up the inside of your thigh before stopping just shy of your cunt.
“keep it coming, baby. or i stop.”
just as you expected, his pathetic ass gave in.
“d-don’t stop, please—fuck, i’ll send more. just—just keep touching yourself, baby. you’ve got me so hard already, i can’t take it if you stop now.”
you lean back with a smug little smile, barely hiding the way your nose scrunches.
his desperation was pathetic enough to make your stomach turn, but the sight of those fat numbers hitting your balance smoothed it right over.
♡
the call ended the second you decided you’d squeezed him dry enough.
you shut your laptop with a self satisfied smile, still buzzing from the cash sitting in your account.
as gross as he was, he had just covered next month's rent.
meanwhile, you didn’t even have to lift a finger outside your bedroom.
you were used to this routine by now.
late-night streams, private calls with strangers for quick cash, rent and bills paid off the back of their desperation.
then logging into your online classes from the same laptop like nothing ever happened.
by the time you finally laid down, exhaustion was already pulling at your eyelids.
until your phone suddenly started buzzing nonstop.
you didn’t bother picking it up, too tired to care.
it was probably just that same old man simping in your dms again.
he could rot in your inbox—you already had his money, and that's all that matters.
you ignored it with a scoff, rolling onto your side.
whoever it was, they’d still be there tomorrow.
♡
the next morning came fast like it always did.
your alarm blared from your phone.
you groaned, face buried in your pillow for a few long seconds before peeling yourself up, hair sticking in every direction.
same shit, different day.
class was first, of course.
online lectures meant you didn’t even need to leave your bed, but that didn’t make them any less draining.
you sat cross-legged with your laptop propped in front of you, one hand lazily taking notes, the other scrolling through your messages.
sure enough—five unread messages from the crusty wallet you had drained last night.
1:23 am @silverfox69: thanks for tonight sweetheart 🥰
1:24 am @silverfox69: sleep tight and dream of me
1:41 am @silverfox69: can’t stop thinking about you.
2:17 am @silverfox69: you there?
2:30 am @silverfox69: i’ll send more if you answer.
you rolled your eyes so hard they almost hurt.
pathetic.
what did he think you were, his girlfriend?
gross.
you didn’t respond, because why would you?
if he wanted your attention, he could pay for it.
after skimming through the wall of simpy messages from @silverfox69, your notifications showed a few other new messages.
one of them made you let out a short, sharp laugh.
2:56 am @user77283: you send?? 🍑
3:02 am @user77283: come on just one pic
3:12 am @user77283: don’t be like that
really?
they thought you’d just hand that shit out for free?
this wasn't charity.
you tapped your screen once, typing a little “lol nope”, and moved on.
you were about to close the app completely, fed up with the usual desperation, when another username caught your eye.
@angel_kai
your lips curved into a little smirk, and your chest warmed just a tiny bit.
finally—someone worth looking at.
you tapped his messages.
9:13 am @angel_kai: hi i hope it’s okay i msg u rn >_<
9:15 am @angel_kai: um i just wanted to tell u that u did so good last night!! :3 u looked rlly rlly pretty like wow >//<
9:32 am @angel_kai: i was wondering… if maybe u could wear that pink dress again? yk…the one from wednesday’s stream, u looked so pretty in it (//ω//)
9:32 am @angel_kai: only if u want to!! i don’t wanna be annoying… T_T
9:33 am @angel_kai: i got paid today so i can tip u good, i promise!
kai was different.
cute, even.
too cute for this app, honestly.
his messages didn’t read like the rest.
there wasn’t a single “nudes?” or “nice tits.” in sight.
instead, it was just him, all shy and flustered through his texts with too many little emoticons scattered everywhere.
it almost made you laugh how out of place he seemed, like he accidentally wandered into the wrong corner of the internet.
but honestly, it was refreshing, having someone so sweet and clueless tangled up in your world.
you stared at his messages a little longer than you meant to, lips curling into a smirk.
out of everything he could’ve asked for, of course he wanted that silly pink dress you nearly forgot about.
not the lacy thong your chat usually begged for, not the skin-baring outfits that guaranteed bigger tips—just that pink, frilly little dress that most viewers barely noticed.
it made sense though.
kai was shy, sweet, and innocent to the point where you almost wanted to roll your eyes… almost.
because, if you were being honest, it was kind of adorable.
and that alone gave you the perfect opening to mess with him.
your fingers danced across the keyboard as you finally typed back.
10:40 am you: the pink one? really, baby?
10:41am you: i thought you’d want something a little… less innocent 🤭
the typing bubble appears almost immediately.
10:41 am @angel_kai: i mean… i like the other ones too!! >_<
10:41 am @angel_kai: but that one was rlly pretty on u…
you can practically picture him behind the screen—ears red, typing and deleting, trying to find the least embarrassing way to say what he means.
10:42 am @angel_kai: it just suits u a lot
your smile widens.
10:43 am you: so you were paying attention that closely, huh?
there’s a pause this time.
long enough that you imagine him panicking on the other side of the screen.
10:44 am @angel_kai: uhm
10:44 am @angel_kai: i just watch your streams a lot!! T_T
you laugh softly under your breath.
cute.
way too cute for someone who willingly opens a cam site before breakfast.
10:45 am you: relax, angel. i’m not mad.
another typing bubble flickers on and off.
10:45 am you: but if i wear it again tonight… you better keep your promise.
10:46 am @angel_kai: promise???
10:46 am you: the tips, baby.
a second later.
10:46 am @angel_kai: OH
10:46 am @angel_kai: yes yes i will!! i promise!! :3
you lean back in your chair, amused.
hooked already.
another notification pings barely a minute later.
not from kai.
of course not.
just another wrinkled creep in your inbox.
10:49 am @mr_mike1958: morning dollface
10:49 am @mr_mike1958: you awake yet?
you huff a small laugh under your breath.
10:50 am you: is your wallet awake?
you don’t even bother pretending to be nice.
old men like him didn’t want sweet.
they wanted attitude.
a second notification pops up.
💸new tip! you have received $100 from @mr_mike1958
your brows lift.
well.
that was fast.
10:51 am @mr_mike1958: wear those white socks again tonight
10:51 am @mr_mike1958: the thigh highs
10:52 am @mr_mike1958: they drive me crazy😏
you stare at the message for a second before snorting.
old men were ridiculous.
all that money and the thing that got him hard was a pair of thigh high socks.
your fingers tap against your keyboard, lips curling slightly.
10:54 am you: send another hundred and i’ll think about it.
as if you’d actually wear those ugly things again.
you barely even remembered the stream he was talking about.
but if he wanted to throw money at the idea of it?
sure.
the old guys were always the most active in the mornings.
not because they had anything better to do.
but because most of them were retired and bored out of their minds.
and judging by how desperate they sounded this early in the day, they probably spent all of last night alone in the dark beating their cocks raw.
honestly?
pathetic.
but you couldn’t complain too much.
they were the ones paying your bills.
halfway through your lecture, you muted the professor and clicked over to your account.
the balance number made your chest warm again.
rent covered, groceries covered, and a little extra just sitting there waiting for you.
you smirked.
not bad for teasing some old simp until he cracked.
♡
a few hours passed, and you felt a lot more human.
turns out a quick nap and greasy takeout did wonders for your energy.
now you’re perched in front of your vanity, makeup scattered across the desk and your hair half done, the glow of your phone propped against the mirror.
your best friends’ faces fill the screen, the three of them already mid-conversation while you work on your eyeliner.
“okay wait,” one of them says, squinting at you through the camera, “be honest… did someone pay you to do something weird again?”
“define weird,” you mutter.
that only makes them louder.
“like feet stuff!”
“or that guy who kept asking you to—”
“oh my god wait,” the third one cuts in, eyes lighting up.
“did that sugar daddy looking one ever come back? the one who tipped you like five hundred just to spin around?”
you snort.
“you guys remember way too much.”
“because it’s entertaining,” she shoots back. “our jobs are boring.
another voice chimes in, grinning.
“okay, but real question—”
you pause your eyeliner, already suspicious.
“has anyone ever tipped enough to make you actually consider it?”
“consider what?”
she raises her brows.
“meeting one of them.”
you huff out a quiet laugh, leaning closer to the mirror to fix the wing of your eyeliner.
“i mean…” you shrug. “maybe.”
three gasps explode through your phone.
“you would?!”
“oh my god which one?”
“wait wait—who is it?”
you roll your eyes but you’re smiling.
“it’s not like that,” you mutter. “there’s just this one guy who pops into my streams sometimes.”
“sometimes,” one of them repeats slowly.
“…okay fine, a lot.”
“username.”
you hesitate for half a second before sighing.
“yawnzzn.”
immediately there’s a chorus of tapping as they look him up.
a second passes.
then—
“hello?!”
“you didn’t tell us he looked like THAT.”
you groan, pressing your palm over your forehead.
“i didn’t think you guys would go stalk him.”
“girl he looks like a fucking model,” one of them says.
you grin a little.
they scroll through his pictures again.
“wait, oh my god he’s even hotter here—”
“yeah,” you interrupt, laughing. “and that’s with clothes on.”
they immediately start yelling over each other.
but then your eyes flick to the clock.
“…wait.”
“what.”
“shit,” you mutter, quickly capping your lip gloss. “i’m gonna be late.”
they groan immediately.
“you’re always leaving when it gets good.”
you push your chair back from the vanity, grabbing your phone.
“i’ll tell you later,” you promise.
“you better!” one of them grumbles before the call ends.
♡
you stare at your reflection for a second, smoothing your hands down the pink frilly skirt of the mini dress.
honestly… it’s cute.
you tilt your head, checking the way it hugs your waist before turning slightly to look at the back.
no wonder he asked for this one.
your eyes flick down to the time on your phone.
seven minutes past when you were supposed to start.
you shrug.
“they’ll live.”
if anything, making them wait usually just makes them more desperate.
and desperate men tip better.
you lean a little closer to the mirror, fixing a loose strand of hair and reapplying a tiny bit of gloss to the center of your lips.
perfect.
your phone buzzes with a notification.
fans were already waiting in the stream lobby.
you grin to yourself.
“knew it,” you murmur, grabbing the remote for your lights.
the soft pink glow floods the room.
finally, you make your way over to your desk.
time to go make some money.
♡
“god, you guys are so easy,” you laugh softly, leaning back in your chair.
the pink dress bunches a little higher on your thighs as you shift, your fingers lightly smoothing the fabric back down.
the movement alone makes the chat explode.
@user3861: holy shit
@silverfox69: so beautiful princess
@dante77: she knows exactly what's she's doing
@midnightviewer: stand up again please
you tilt your head, pretending to think about it.
“again?” you hum.
your fingers hook under the hem of the dress for just a second, lifting it barely enough to show a little more thigh before letting it drop again.
the reaction is immediate.
@user291: OH MY GOD
@kingofhearts: you’re evil
@silverfox69: please do that again
you giggle, resting your chin in your hand.
“relax,” you tease. “it was barely anything.”
more messages pour in so fast they’re almost impossible to read.
@user3861: i’m gonna lose my mind
@sunflowergirl: the dress is actually so cute though
you smile at that one.
“thank you,” you say sweetly, giving the dress a tiny fluff so the ruffles spread out.
another donation alert pops up.
small tip.
you thank them politely, but your eyes drift back to the usernames scrolling past.
still not the one you’re looking for.
you pout slightly, tapping a finger against your desk.
“i wore this for a reason, you know.”
the chat erupts.
@midnightviewer: FOR WHO
@dante77: don’t say that
@silverfox69: princess you’re killing us
you just smile innocently.
then—
a new username pops into the chat.
@yawnzzn has joined.
your eyes catch it immediately.
for half a second, you freeze.
it’s subtle, but your posture straightens just a little.
of course he shows up now.
a message from him appears.
@yawnzzn: you’re late tonight.
you glance at the message and smile faintly.
“i know, and so are you.” you say lightly. “you’ll live.”
the chat keeps flying by, but another message from him shows up.
@yawnzzn: what's with the pink?
you raise a brow at the screen.
“what’s wrong with pink?” you tease.
a pause.
then—
@yawnzzn: you wore that last week.
that actually makes you laugh.
“wow,” you say, leaning closer to the camera. “looks like someone’s been paying attention.”
yawnzzn: you look better in the black set.
your smile turns a little smug.
“the black one?” you repeat.
yawnzzn: the two piece.
yawnzzn: way sexier.
a few people in chat immediately start complaining.
@dante77: nah the pink is cute
@silverfox69: don’t listen to him princess
@midnightviewer: what a jackass
you just lean back in your chair, smoothing the frilly dress over your thighs.
“well,” you say sweetly, “i didn’t wear this for you anyway.”
the chat erupts instantly, messages flying too fast to read after you said the dress wasn’t for him.
“i’m just being honest.” you hum.
the comments keep stacking on top of each other.
in the middle of the chaos, another new username appears.
@angel_kai has joined.
finally.
a few messages from him pop up.
@angel_kai: hi
@angel_kai: i’m so sorry i’m late tonight TT
@angel_kai: i didn’t miss too much did i??
your smile softens just a little.
before you can answer—
💸new tip! you have received $400 from @angel_kai
the sound cuts through the stream.
your eyebrows lift slightly.
right on cue.
another message appears almost immediately.
@angel_kai: you look so beautiful tonight :3
“thank you, angel,” then your head tilts just a little, “i’m glad you like it.”
@midnightviewer: bro just got here and dropped $400 damn
@yawnzzn: grown man typing “:3” btw
you blink at the chat.
then another one from him.
yawnzzn: holy shit 😂😂
you roll your eyes almost immediately.
yeonjun has always been like that.
a little cocky.
a little mean.
especially when someone like kai wanders into your chat.
another message pops up.
@angel_kai: i’m sorry if i was being weird…
@angel_kai: i didn’t mean to make things awkward
there’s a short pause.
then—
@yawnzzn: relax.
another message from him appears immediately after.
@yawnzzn: nobody said it was awkward.
@yawnzzn: just embarrassing.
“okay—”
your voice cuts through the stream.
“that’s enough.”
you lean forward toward the camera, resting your chin lightly on your hand.
“you boys are starting to sound like you’re fighting over me.”
your lips curl slightly.
“which is cute, but also…”
you tilt your head, pretending to think.
“let’s focus on something actually important.”
your hand reaches just out of frame toward the edge of your desk.
“which toy should i use tonight?”
your eyes flick back to the chat with a small smile.
“you’re the ones paying, after all.”
@midnightviewer: use the pink one
@kingofhearts: the wand
@dante77: the vibrator
@lonelyguy88: show the drawer first
another message pushes through the flood.
@silverfox69: the one from last week
@yawnzzn: use the dildo baby
@user3861: spread your legs first
you glance at the screen, watching the messages stack on top of each other.
your lips twitch slightly.
“wow.”
you lean back in your chair, clearly entertained.
“you guys get demanding the second i ask a question.”
your fingers tap lightly against the desk.
“i see how it is.” you hum softly, eyes scanning the chat.
“hm.”
your smile turns a little mischievous.
“tell you what…whoever sends the biggest tip gets to pick.”
you tilt your head toward the camera.
“fair, right?”
the chat moves even faster after that.
💸new tip! you have received $50 from @kingofhearts
💸 new tip! you have received $30 from @midnightviewer
💸new tip! you have received $200 from @silverfox69
💸new tip! you have received $100 from @mr_mike1958
💸new tip! you have received $1000 from @yawnzzn
your eyebrows lift slightly.
…yeah.
that tracks.
a message from him appears right after.
@yawnzzn: use the dildo.
@yawnzzn: the black one.
you lean back in your chair, lips curling into a small, knowing smile.
“well…”
your fingers tap lightly against the edge of your desk.
“that was fast.”
you glance at the chat again,“guess we already have a winner.”
your gaze flicks briefly to his username.
“not surprising.”
you reach just out of frame toward the drawer beside your desk.
“you always did like showing off, didn’t you?”
you finally pull your hand back out, the black dildo loosely held between your fingers.
you glance down at it, then back at the camera with a slow smile.
“this one?”
you tilt it slightly in your hand, letting them get a good look before lowering it again.
“someone in here seemed pretty confident about it.”
you smile a little to yourself before finally leaning forward, your tongue sliding slowly along the length of the toy.
the toy is still in your hand, glossy now under the pink lights.
@midnightviewer: holy shit
@yawnzzn: stop teasing baby
@kingofhearts: again
your smile turns a little mischievous.
“again?”
you glance at the camera before bringing it back up.
this time you don’t rush it.
your tongue drags along it slower, messier, letting it linger before you pull back just enough to breathe.
you glance back at the screen, clearly entertained.
“god.”
you wipe your thumb along it absentmindedly.
“you guys are way too easy.”
deciding your chat has had enough of your teasing, you lift the hem of your pink dress, revealing your glistening cunt under the vanity lights.
you didn’t bother wearing panties tonight.
you already knew these pervs would whine and complain the second you covered anything.
you wrap your hand around the base of the dildo, dragging the tip along your folds.
@silverfox69: fuck don’t stop princess
@lonelyguy88: such a pretty pussy
💸new tip! you have received $500 from @lonelyguy88
five hundred dollars just for teasing yourself.
it almost makes you laugh.
these idiots will throw money at you like it’s the greatest show they’ve ever seen.
with the most unenthusiastic look imaginable, you slide the toy in with practiced ease, barely blinking as the chat goes feral.
sure, it felt good.
but listening to these losers lose their minds in the comments?
instant turn off.
but you remind yourself this is the job.
flirting, teasing, keeping your viewers entertained, even when they’re just a bunch of pathetic pervs with way too much time on their hands.
you’re doing it for the money, obviously.
so you fake a few sweet little moans, pretend you’re wetter than what you actually are, and play along with whatever fantasy they’re drooling over.
the tips start pouring in, just like you knew they would.
honestly, getting money out of these idiots is almost too easy.
just as you started getting bored enough to fake another moan, the familiar notification sound cuts through the room.
💸new tip! you have received $800 from @yawnzzn
your eyes flick to the screen.
well.
that’s not exactly surprising.
yeonjun’s always been the type to throw ridiculous money around like it’s nothing.
a small smile tugs at your lips anyway—because money is money.
then a message slides in beneath it.
@yawnzzn: say my name when you cum baby.
yawnzzn: let them all know who you really belong to
typical yeonjun.
always showing off—especially when half the chat is watching.
you roll your eyes lightly.
of course he’d drop a ridiculous tip just to prove a point.
it’s obnoxious.
showy.
and annoyingly enough, you can’t pretend it doesn’t turn you on a little.
there’s something about the way he says things like that, like he already knows he has your attention.
like he’s daring you to prove him wrong.
and you already know he's behind the screen stroking himself while commanding you, casual but filthy.
@yawnzzn: tell me how bad you need to cum for me.
you want to roll your eyes and be a brat about it, but he did tip you pretty well tonight.
so fine, maybe you’ll behave just this once.
besides, knowing yeonjun could get that kind of reaction out of you while everyone else watched only made things more interesting.
you let out a shaky and high moan as you push the toy deeper, “please junie… i wanna cum so bad”
you spread your legs wider, giving the chat a perfect view of the dildo stretching out your pussy.
and that itself earns you a few more tips.
$500 here, $1000 there, another $300 popping up seconds later—big numbers you’re more than used to by now.
still, you can’t help feeling a little satisfied watching them roll in.
your eyes skim the chat again and a message from kai catches your attention.
something about it feels different.
unlike the usual pervs who swear they could make you scream in bed.
@angel_kai: i wish i could make you feel that good too…
♡
after a stream like that, you’re usually entitled to a little break.
emphasis on little.
because if you know your audience—and you do— someone’s probably already hovering over the private call button.
half of these losers would rather spend extra money talking to you alone than risk sharing the screen with a bunch of other guys.
too scared.
too possessive.
or just too afraid of embarrassing themselves in front of the rest of the chat.
your eyes flick back to the notifications bar, already waiting to see who caves first.
a second passes.
one request pops up.
then another.
and another.
within seconds there’s five of them sitting in the queue—usernames you recognize from the chat, all hoping to get you alone for a few minutes.
you hum softly, scrolling through the list.
the usual names.
the usual desperate bids.
private calls aren’t cheap, and everyone here knows it.
whoever’s willing to spend the most money gets your time.
simple.
your eyes skim lazily over the requests—then pause.
@angel_kai
your brows knit together slightly.
that’s… new.
kai’s never in your queue.
he usually just sits quietly in your streams, tipping here and there, never pushing for more.
you tilt your head, curiosity getting the better of you as you click on his request.
huh.
your eyes drop to the details of his request.
$100.
your brows lift slightly.
that’s… it?
you glance at the rest of the queue again.
higher bids, bigger numbers, the usual desperate attempts to get your attention.
then back to kai’s.
it clicks pretty quickly.
he must’ve spent most of it just getting into the queue in the first place.
buying himself a spot.
just to be here.
your gaze softens a little before you catch yourself.
there’s a small note attached to his request.
you click to open it.
@angel_kai: i know it’s not a lot but i just wanted to talk to you alone for a bit… if that’s okay (>///<)♡
you stare at it for a second.
…cute.
kai’s still… kai.
soft.
polite.
asking instead of demanding.
your camera adjusts as the private call begins connecting.
your fingers tap lightly against your desk as the loading icon spins.
it’s taking a second.
and for some reason, you can already picture him on the other side.
fumbling with his camera, fixing his hair, probably panicking.
the thought makes your lips twitch.
the call connects with a soft little ding, and there he is.
huening kai, one of your most loyal fans, sitting nervously at the edge of his bed.
the webcam quality is a little fuzzy, but you can still see the faint blush dusting his cheeks and the way his eyes widen when he sees you in real time.
he’s wearing this big cozy hoodie that swallows him up, sleeves tugged over his hands like he’s trying to hide in them.
your eyes catch a glimpse of a plushie of his barely visible in the background.
you knew he tried to hide it but failed miserably.
it was cute honestly.
his lips part like he wants to say something, but all that comes out is a tiny, breathy laugh. “h-hi…”
“hi cutie,” you purr softly, watching the way he immediately averts his gaze. “you nervous?”
he nods so fast it’s cute, voice barely above a whisper. “mhm… i-i’ve never done this before…”
you tilt your head, chin resting on your hand. “never called a camgirl before?”
“n-no…” he fidgets with the strings of his hoodie, eyes flicking up to you then away. “i’m sorry.”
you giggle, “don’t apologize, baby. i think that’s really cute…” your voice drops just a little, more sultry now, “and it means i get to be your first.”
his breath catches in his throat.
“is it okay if i take things slow?” you ask gently, voice like honey.
“i wanna make sure you’re comfortable.”
he nods, cheeks still burning. “please…”
you shift slightly, letting the strap of your dress slide off one shoulder, revealing more of your skin.
“you can look at me, kai. i want you to.”
his eyes flicker up, and when he really sees you like that—hair down, lips glossy, a peek of your breasts, he goes quiet.
totally still.
he’s starstruck.
“you’re so pretty…” he whispers, like he doesn’t even realize he said it out loud.
your lips curve into a smirk, “and you’re adorable.”
you bite your lip slowly, letting your fingers trail down your chest, between your breasts, then back up to your collarbone.
“you ever touched yourself before, kai?”
his hand shoots up to cover his mouth like you just swore at him.
he nods very shyly. “only a few times… i d-didn’t really know what i was doing…”
you hum, voice soft and warm. “that’s okay. i can teach you, only if you want me to.”
he looks at you through his lashes, eyes wide, almost sparkling.
“please… i trust you…”
your heart melts a little.
he’s so sincere.
so eager but so scared to mess up.
and that just makes you want to corrupt him even more.
“okay then,” you whisper. “take your hoodie off for me, baby. let me see you.”
his fingers tremble as he pulls the hoodie over his head, revealing his bare chest—lean, soft, just a little toned.
he’s trying so hard not to cover himself again, his hands hovering like he’s unsure what to do with them.
you smile, slow and reassuring. “you’re beautiful, kai.” you pause.
“do you want me to take something off too?”
normally, you never do this.
not for anyone.
but… kai?
there’s something about the way he looks at you.
that shy, innocent little smile, and the way he fidgets like he’s not even sure he deserves to be here.
his eyes go wide, and he nods—so eager, “y-yeah… i mean, if you want to…”
you slide the straps of your dress off your shoulders completely, now just in your lace bra and matching panties.
you watch his throat bob as he swallows hard, lips parted.
you lean in close to the camera, voice low and teasing now. “you wanna be a good boy for me tonight, kai?”
he nods, breathless. “yes… please…”
you hum, pleased. “then touch yourself for me. nice and slow. let me watch you fall apart.”
kai’s hand slips under the waistband of his sweatpants so hesitantly, like he’s afraid he’s doing it wrong.
he’s looking at you through the screen like he needs constant approval, waiting for every soft “mm, that’s it, baby…” that falls from your lips just to keep going.
you tilt your head, fingers playing at the strap of your bra as you watch him.
“does it feel good?” you ask sweetly.
he breathes out, like he’s finally letting himself feel it. “y-yeah… it feels… nice…”
you smirk, eyes glimmering. “touch the tip for me, baby. gently.”
his hand moves, and you can see the way his lips part in surprise, like that one stroke just shot fireworks down his spine.
“ah—!” he gasps, cheeks flushed deep pink. “t-that feels weird…”
“weird good or weird bad?” you tease, already knowing the answer.
he hides his face in his elbow again but peeks out, breath stuttering. “good… r-really good…”
“that’s cause you’re sensitive there, baby,” you coo, swaying just a little so your boobs bounce in your bra.
“you like when i talk to you while you touch yourself?”
he nods, eyes glossy now, voice all wobbly. “mhm… i didn’t know i’d like it so much…”
“that’s okay,” you whisper, biting your lip.
“i’ll teach you all the things you like. like how good it feels when you go slow at first… and then a little faster.”
he follows your voice like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded, stroking himself slowly now, hips twitching.
“nghh… i-i don’t think i can last long…”
“mm, that’s okay,” you hum. “you’re doing so good for me already, such a good boy.”
his hand stutters.
his whole body reacts.
like the second those words leave your mouth, his thighs tense, back arching just slightly off the bed.
“d-don’t say that—i mean—i like it i just—ah—!”
your smirk deepens. “oh baby… you like being called good, don’t you?”
kai covers his face with both hands now, only peeking out through his fingers.
“mhm… i think so…”
“you’re so easy to please,” you giggle, slipping your bra strap down just a little more.
“what else do you think you’d like, hm? ever tried playing with your nipples?”
he practically chokes. “w-what?! no… i-i mean i never even thought about it…”
you raise a brow, slow and playful. “then try it. just gently, baby. i wanna see how you react.”
his hand lifts hesitantly to his chest, two fingers brushing over one nipple.
and his whole face lights up in this messy mix of embarrassment and shock.
“fuck—” he whimpers, hips bucking just a little. “that feels really good…”
“you’re sensitive there too, huh?” your voice gets low and syrupy.
“you’re such a good learner.”
he’s panting now, hand moving faster without even realizing it, as his other fingers are still rubbing at his nipples like he’s addicted to the new sensation.
“please… don’t stop talking… it’s s-so much better when you talk to me…”
you guide him, whispering filth into the mic, listening to his shaky little breaths get faster and faster.
“that’s it, baby, stroke it just like that.”
kai moans, high and broken, “p-please—i can’t—”
“mm, don’t hold it, baby. cum for me. let me hear how bad you need me.”
and then he breaks, letting out a loud desperate moan, hips lifting off the bed as he spills into his hand, face all flushed and ruined.
he whimpers through it, soft little sounds falling from his lips as his body shakes with the force of how hard he just came.
you stay quiet for a second, just listening… until you realize how long it’s going.
your brows shoot up. “holy shit, kai, are you still cumming?!”
he groans, embarrassed, trying to catch his breath, “i-it’s a lot, i’m sorry—”
you giggle, shocked but turned on.
“sorry? baby, you just made a huge mess. do you always cum that much?”
there’s a pause, then he admits, all shy, “only when it’s you…”
your jaw drops a little at that.
you can't believe someone so sweet and innocent had openly admitted to something so filthy.
“i guess i’ll just have to keep making you cum like that, huh? until you can’t think about anything else but me.”
he covers his face again, nodding his head. “y-yes please.”
oh, you were definitely going to enjoy corrupting him.
♡
you finally end the call, your room falling quiet again.
for a second, it’s just you, your thoughts, the faint hum of your computer still running.
then—
your phone buzzes.
you barely glance at it at first, already reaching to turn off your lamp.
synopsis: in your eyes, choi beomgyu is an infestation that clings onto any surface it can find and eventually seeps in, in the form of casual hookups and an insufferable habit of sucking up to you. like all situationships, attachments form and soon you find that you’re going soft
pairing: rodrick coded!beomgyu x regina coded!reader
warnings: making out, mild exhibitionism, phone sex (kinda? beomgyu is calling someone else while getting jerked off lol), degradation, mostly sub!gyu, fluff + smut, beomgyu is a warning of his own, kind of fwb but minus the friends part lol, MINORS DNI
word count: 4.2k
notes: rahhhhhhhh i lowkenuinely NEED someone to bully me the way reader bullies gyu what does one need to do to get absolutely ruined by a hot girl 🫦+ this one has fluff and smut lol but i’m ass at writing smut so pls don’t judge + hope u enjoy <3!
he’s the kind of boy you’d put on your walls.
trophy boyfriend, loser/lover, poster boy.
he has the looks, you’ll give him that. his voice is okay when he’s not screaming. he acts super dumb all the time but he’s probably smarter than that. you sit next to him in humanities, and he glances at you whenever the teacher’s not looking.
yeah, you could see it. pretty little loser.
well, maybe not. he acts like one, though.
he plays guitar and he hates octopus and you think it’s probably weird that you know so much random stuff about him. so what? it’s not like you like him.
he dyes his hair a lot, and he has a pet bird, and he’s just stupid choi beomgyu.
you don’t even know why you’re writing this. it’s not even a crush.
yeah, whatever.
“wanna fuck?”
he wriggles his way into your room somehow, plopped on your bed.
“yeah, no,” you scoff, “i don’t want any of this–”
you gesture at him vaguely, fingers swiggling through the air dismissively, “--even remotely close to me.”
“baby–”
“don’t call me that.”
“[nameeeeeeeeeee], i’ve slept in your dorm,” he whines, legs kicking off the side of your bed, “you hid me in the closet after curfew, does that mean nothing to you??????”
“doesn’t count,” you riposte, eyeing the shoes still on his feet scathingly, “and take off your damn shoes, you’re defiling my sacred place.”
“whatever,” he grumbles, slipping off your blankets and trudging to the little shoe rack at the entrance, “can we at least make out or something?”
“ugh, don’t be such a freak,” you roll your eyes, swiveling your chair around specifically to judge him, “is sex seriously all you think about?”
“of course not,” he protests, placing his shoes neatly next to yours, “i think about, like, music and you and stuff.”
“besides,” he continues with an easy smirk; his confidence is only hot sometimes. other times it’s an absolute pain in the ass, “you say that as if you don’t play just as big of a role in this relationship.”
“we are not in a relationship,” you snort.
“okay, situationship,” he mutters. you can tell he’s a bit unhappy with such a perfunctory label.
he lapses into silence and you return your attention to your revision notes for your physics exam. beomgyu stays firmly rooted to your bed, hugging a few of your plushies and aiming puppy-dog eyes at the back of your head.
you glance back, after a while, returning his googly gaze with an unimpressed one. he’s wearing a choker today, hair tidy for once considering what he normally does in your dorm, plush lips set in a little pout again.
…
“fine.” you leave your chair, giving him an unashamed once-over as you approach him, “we can make out. just don’t inhale me or anything, that takes way too long and i’ll have to shove you in a closet again.”
he really is like a dog, in the way he practically pounces on you. his lips find yours desperately, hands slipping up your top.
he’s so greedy, teeth sinking into your lower lip before his tongue’s slipping into your mouth.
a breathy gasp escapes you, fingers curling into his hair and pulling him closer. beomgyu gives a low whine when you tug on it harshly, his hands leaving your waist from beneath your shirt.
he can be obedient, occasionally.
you can tell when he starts forgetting your instructions, he keeps nudging you towards the bed. he’s kissing you so sloppily; he’s been dreaming about this for days, hasn’t he?
your mind goes a bit fuzzy when he pulls away from you with a string of spit that his tongue swipes over, and you almost pull him back to you before the world spins back into clarity.
“wanna fuck now?” he pants, lips all glossy from you.
he’s leaning over you, drinking in the sight of you sprawled beneath him.
you swat at him half-heartedly, “okay, get out of my dorm. be grateful i let you kiss me at all.”
he’s too high off your taste to object, complying readily for once. you push him off you and towards the door.
“thank you, baby,” he chirps obnoxiously, trying to lean in for another kiss.
“don’t call me that,” you shove him irritatedly, eventually relenting and giving him a quick peck before shooing him off.
he takes his sweet time to leave, finally parading off with a ebullient spring in his step. dork.
you close the door with a demure slam, for the sake of self-respect, letting out a quiet scoff.
idiot.
you don’t even know why you keep him around. his facecard is genuinely the only thing saving him.
that, and he’s not nearly as stupid as he likes to make himself seem.
…
actually, you take that back.
“hey!” you poke your head out of your room, “you left your shoes, you–”
“...dumbass.”
he hasn’t gotten very far yet, and you can still clearly decipher the heart he forms with his hands raised above his head as he skips away like a little unicorn princess.
“mine now!” you call out without thinking, resisting the urge to send the pair reeling towards him. your aim sucks, but you could probably nail him with one of them.
even with his back towards you, you can tell he’s grinning.
stupid loser lover
you almost flip him off, before you are reminded that i) he can’t even see you, ii) you’re carrying the asshole’s shoes, and iii) his tongue was in your mouth, like, less than a minute ago.
you question briefly when your dignity had started crumbling to such a low, before you inevitably accept your fate and close the door once more.
“are you dating beomgyu?”
sakura bumps her shoulder into yours, eyebrows waggling in that slightly impressive but also slightly concerning way.
“i would hope not,” you scoff, “why, has he been trying to convince you to ship us or something?”
sakura hums, “maybe…”
“it’s been working~” she sing-songs.
sakura glances at a table a few across, prompting you to follow her line of sight involuntarily.
beomgyu’s laughing too loud again, head tipped back, hair falling into his eyes. he sounds like a donkey.
someone from his linear algebra class is sitting across from him, leaning in like she’s known him longer than five minutes.
she hasn’t.
you know this because you know everything about him. unfortunately.
“so he does have a girlfriend,” sakura murmurs, “for what it’s worth, you were too good for him anyway.”
you huff, “you’re only realizing that now?”
from a distance you can only hear bits and pieces of beomgyu’s conversation. it’s nothing personal; you learn quite a lot about people through eavesdropping. the knowledge isn’t always valuable.
“you’re so funny!” the girl teases, reaching out to touch his arm, and you almost choke. she’s a bit flushed, probably off that high of adrenaline.
funny. right.
you look away, sighing as sakura’s round boba eyes bore into you immediately, “what?”
“nothing, nothing,” she assures you, a little happily. it reminds you of how she acts reading her online fanfiction, “you just seem a bit annoyed.”
“i’m just hungry,” you tell her, keeping your gaze fluctuated between sakura and your food.
“oop— he’s looking,” she ducks her head away quickly, pretending to pick at her food. knowing beomgyu, he’s probably drilling holes into your skull waiting for your reaction, “also, you’re not fooling me. you’re definitely jealous.”
“whether i’m jealous or not—which i’m not—is not of relevance here,” you answer, unamused, “besides, it doesn’t even matter! as long as i have you it’s more than enough.”
“not for me,” she smiles smugly, preening with her little puppet strings of matchmaking, “i want a rom-com to eat popcorn to, if i’m stuck with you.”
“if I’m acting in it i expect to be paid,” you retort.
“you will be paid in mine and beomgyu’s love and affection,” she responds cheekily, quite literally inching her cheek towards yours.
your gaze finally darts back to beomgyu out of habit. he locks eyes with you immediately. he always looks to check.
he smirks at you, gesturing subtly at the girl with his head.
two can play that game. you give him the one thing he despises: a scoff of your own and radio silence.
if his weapon is provocation, yours is indifference.
game. set. match.
the girl’s name is winter. you meet her formally when you’re assigned to tutor her.
“is it weird that i never thought you were smart?” winter queries, a bit too bluntly for your taste as you arrange the table with textbooks and stationary.
“that’s a bit rude,” you give that downward smile, frowning slightly.
her eyes widen, “no, no, not like that! i meant like, i always thought you were super pretty and i don’t know many people who are pretty and smart, you know?”
you give a laugh, resisting the urge to place a hand on her head. she’s cute, enough to disarm you into wanting to treat her like a kid, “so are you.”
“i’m the one being tutored,” she counters, peering at you a little abashedly, “so I wouldn’t really call myself smart.”
“come on, it’s one subject! we all have our weaknesses,” you settle for squeezing her shoulder steadily, smiling easily, “besides, you have the greatest tutor in the world; literature’ll be like blinking to you soon.”
“yeah, yep, let’s do this!” she nods fervently, blinking a few times in quick succession.
you pause, succumbing to a laugh once more, “i reminded you to consciously blink, didn’t i?”
“you just did,” she gives a little pout.
“oops, sorry.”
she’s quite a diligent pupil, actually. she color-codes her notes with different pens and hums quietly when she’s scanning over passages.
her tune ends up being an earworm by the end of the session, and even with the song ringing through your head you forget to ask her what it is as she’s leaving.
“…alright, so same time and place next week. I’ll give you my number, if you need anything just text or call me.”
you walk her out of the library, typing your number into her phone. as you save it, you glimpse a ‘beomgyu’ in her contacts.
you give the phone back to her, “see you around, then?”
winter smiles shyly, “see you!”
she rounds the corner as you turn back to where you were before, the little clutter of a table. halfway through the session you had received a text of, ‘wait for me there’ and decided out of the goodness of your heart to stay and wait.
you check some of your notifications. your socials are blowing up with their usual activity; people liking your posts, sakura and ryujin spamming you with their for you page, giselle asking if there’s any homework.
your emails are mainly pinterest and a few online subscriptions. your weverse is a flood of goddesses, your photos is panicking about its full storage, beomgyu is continuously texting you updates every two seconds on how close he is to arriving.
5:41 pm
beomgyu: outside rn
you glance at the entrance and sure enough, a familiar grin and head of messy hair is parked there.
“what do you want?” you greet, as he shuffles up to you.
“soooo?” he starts, smiling in that childishly expectant way, like when a kid scribbles yarn or something and expects you to compliment it. just like with kids, you still do it.
“…what do you want to hear?”
“are you jealous?” he asks innocuously, shifting from foot to foot.
“no,” you answer firmly, “she’s quite cute. maybe i would’ve been jealous if you could actually pull her.”
“i did!” he replies, eyebrows setting petulantly, “she laughed at my purposely bad joke and she thinks my band is cool.”
“purposely?” you snort.
“really, that’s what you’re fixating on here?”
you shrug, “i mean, she acted that way around me too. i doubt she was flirting with you.”
“well, maybe she likes both of us,” he proffers, a little sulkily.
“no,” you deny, “actually, maybe? I don’t know.”
“nevertheless,” you continue, “you’re not going to get the ego boost you want, gyu.”
he parts his lips to speak, before he falters.
“…gyu?” he questions.
“what?” you cross your arms, “you don’t like it?”
“no, no,” he shakes his head wildly, a wobbly smile distorting his expression, “it’s just… you never call me that.”
he always mulls the weirdest things.
“whatever.”
you start to walk out and he steps into pace beside you. you suppose he’s walking you home again. to your slight surprise, he rounds the corner as well.
you don’t bother to bid him goodbye. he’ll probably break into your dorm later on anyway.
5:53 pm
gyu: were u at least a bit jealous
gyu: my ego hasn’t been boosted enough for the day
[nickname]: loser
[nickname]: if it makes u shut up then yeah a bit
gyu: yippee :D
gyu: can i come over
gyu: i just walked the other way so i wouldn’t seem too needy
[nickname]: sure ig
[nickname]: u can come get your shoes from last time
gyu: <3
“answer it,” you tell him.
beomgyu bites his lip harshly, catching over a ‘shit’ when you circle the tip of his cock with your thumb, “i-it’s one of the girls in my class.”
“which one? chaewon? seori?” your other hand finds his neck, sliding your index through his choker, “actually, it doesn’t matter. pick it up.”
you can feel his adam’s apple bob against your hand as he swallows thickly, bringing the phone to his ear with trembling fingers and accepting the call.
“hello?” he breathes.
speaker, you mouth.
“hiiiii, gyu,” chaewon’s voice rings out brightly.
“hey,” he manages, fingers digging into his phone case when you wrap your lips around his cock, “what’s ah up?”
she laughs quietly, “nothing, really. i just wanted to check in on you.”
“oh, mm,” he forces himself up halfway, leaning against the headboard. his cock hits the back of your throat, and you choke a little, salivating around his length, “that’s, uh– fuck.”
“are you okay?”
“yeah, yeah,” he bites down his whimpers, hips rocking subtly into your mouth, “sorry, what were you saying?”
god, it’s so hard to focus with the way your lips are around him, warm and wet and sinful–
chaewon gives a sigh, “listen, can i be honest with you for a second? i’m not– this isn’t really just me checking in.”
he’s close, sliding back down on the bed as he struggles to keep upright. you can feel the way his thighs tense around your head, the little noises he can’t bite back.
“s-sure, of course,” his fingers find your hair, curling into your locks, “did something happen?”
“it’s a bit hard to say,” chaewon lets out a half-hearted, mostly heavy huff of laughter, “you’re, um, really cute and i’ve never really had the courage to ask this before, but you seemed, y’know, interested in me with all your jokes and stuff, and i guess what i’m trying to say is, do you have a girlfriend?”
if beomgyu wasn’t pooling all of his energy in trying to cum soundlessly, he would probably flaunt his victory to you. see, the girls like my jokes! winter did like me! blah blah blah blah blah.
it’s all mush to him right now, when you gaze up at him coquettishly and suck. his jaw snaps up, teeth stuttering as his fingers tug at your hair, unable to suppress the quiet string of whines he lets out, cock weeping in your mouth. he thinks he might pass out, chaewon’s voice blaring in his ears and your lips around him.
“a-ah, it’s complicated,” his tongue rattles independent of his brain, voice breaking a little, “it’s, uhm, like a situationship, we’re not really– jesus.”
you fondle his balls gently, pace slowing as you run your tongue along the underside of his cock.
“...is this a bad time?” chaewon asks hesitantly. beomgyu barely processes her words, only a faint, quickly forgotten realization that she’s probably caught on.
he can’t answer, not when your mouth is suddenly replaced with your other hand, stroking him mean, his cock coated with precum and spit. his phone slips from his fingers, onto the rug next to your bed with a quiet thud. he’s uncaring of the noises he’s making now, broken moans slipping past his lips, nearly bitten raw.
he can’t even keep his eyes open, but when he musters the strength to meet yours there’s something almost possessive consuming your gaze. you really were jealous, he registers faintly. it’s like a prize he’s always sought, the saccharine honey rain of praise washing over him.
“m’ so close, please, just a little more,” tears start to form, the humiliation tightening in beomgyu’s stomach when he hears the quiet click of chaewon hanging up, quickly overridden by thoughtless depravity when the coil in his stomach snaps and he’s gone, cum splattering all over your hand and your chest. he’s rutting pathetically into your fist through his orgasm.
“fuck, fuck, it’s so good, so good,” he murmurs deliriously, “thank you, baby, thank you, mm.”
you get off him, muttering quiet insults that he doesn’t fully process. something along the lines of ‘fucking disgusting, getting off to that’ and ‘such a freak, are you really into that shit?’
yes, beomgyu decides with the little cognizance he has left, he is.
he’s still blissed out on your bed when you return from the bathroom, makeup re-touched and looking as pristine as those zoomed-in 4K photos of diamonds.
“is my lip gloss smudged? i couldn’t fix all of it in time.”
you dab at your mouth lightly, turning your face in your dresser mirror to assess the remaining extent of damages.
beomgyu doesn’t even bother straightening up. he’s learned the hard way that him thinking you look good is fundamentally different from your standards.
“probably,” he mumbles, still only half-awake, “i only see you when it’s smudged.”
you cast him a dismayed glance through the mirror, “oh my god, just– do i look like we just fucked?”
he hauls himself up slowly, leaning forward to see your reflection, “no.”
“good,” you huff, “i do not need other people seeing me like that.”
“oh, in that case, yes.” his energy returns miraculously, out of the blue, as he immediately slides off your bed.
“you’re just saying that because you don’t want me to go out.”
“...yeah.”
it could be his imagination, but he sometimes he feels like you’re a bit nicer after sex. maybe you get too tired to keep bullying him. either way he’s got nothing to complain about, except…
“why can’t you stay with me?” he pouts.
“because,” you glance at him pointedly, “i actually have friends to spend time with.”
“i have friends too!”
“go game with them, then.”
he ‘hmphs’ quietly. you peer back, really look at him for a moment.
there’s that tired gleam in his eyes, that quiet satisfaction. he smiles a little dumbly when you reach out to cup his face, nails curling into his hair.
huh. you’re getting soft.
“if you wait long enough, i might come back early,” you flick his cheek.
“really?”
“heh, probably not. i just wanna see how long you’d wait.”
he drapes himself over you in retaliation, “don’t wanna wait. stay here.”
you falter, tensing in his arms. you should already be at that party, kissing random friends for dares and taking Instagram photos with promiscuous captions
…
quite long, you come to find out, when you find him face-down in your bed past midnight.
“jesus,” you mutter, trying to haul him up. his prostrate form refuses to budge. screw it. you’ll go shower first and deal with him after.
the stupid parasite scores himself a night in your bed somehow, blinking blearily at you as you finally return to bed and let him be, lying down next to him facing away.
“[nickname]?” his nose finds the crook of your neck drowsily, voice a little thick with sleep.
you shush him reluctantly, a little tense in his arms. it’s strange to have him here, next to you. sure, you fuck or whatever, but knowing someone in bed is different from knowing them sleeping in it.
he murmurs in his sleep against your shoulder, hair tickling your neck. his voice always sounds a bit sleepy, in that warm way, but here it’s amplified. you rarely let him sleep over, only on rare occasions like his birthday or when he’s sick and pestering him to take care of you and–
fuck.
choi beomgyu is your boyfriend.
“fine,” you relent, after a long hard silence of sakura dawdling expectantly.
“what?” she bats her eyes suggestively.
“...you’ll be getting a rom-com to watch after all,” you begrudge, forcing out the words like they’re sour.
“i know,” sakura glances over your shoulder, where beomgyu is staring all lovey-dovey from behind, “he’s been making goo-goo eyes at you for the past few minutes. why don’t you let him sit with us for lunch?”
you glance back as well, where beomgyu is indeed drooling with his eyes. yeonjun, taehyun, soobin and hueningkai have all left already, and you suppose your boyfriend has lingered with the sole purpose of waiting until you’re done with your meal.
maybe it’s because of the way he smiles at you like a puppy or how soft his hair looks; it doesn’t matter. you wave him over.
“i can’t wait to go on double dates together,” sakura sighs dreamily, “i just have to pull taehyun out of his magic tricks and we’re all set.”
“yeah, isn’t his magic so dorky?” beomgyu snorts, settling in next to you, “we can go laugh at stuff he’s bad at together.”
“is there anything he’s bad at?” you query, letting beomgyu link his pinky with yours beneath the table.
“probably not,” sakura admits, “sometimes i don’t know if i want to be him or be with him.”
“you’re already with him,” you shrug, “may as well take the next step. between the two of us, you’re the only one who has a boyfriend worth becoming.”
beomgyu pouts, “what’s that supposed to mean?!”
“you’re proving my point.”
you pick at the kernels of rice still left on your plate, ultimately opting to sacrifice them in favor of fooling around for the few minutes left of your lunch break.
“where do you want to go?” you ask. beomgyu’ll probably say something dorky like ‘i’ll go anywhere as long as you’re there’ and sakura will probably say something like ‘convenience store for snacks and then you’ll probably reply with something like “let’s go” or “sure” or maybe “let’s stay forever (derogatory).”
it’s not a bad place to be.
“god, you’re pathetic,” you pant.
you’re straddling him, knees on either side of his chest. he’s practically drooling by the time you lean down, gripping his chin harshly.
“fuck,” he blubbers eloquently, teeth digging into your finger clumsily, “fuck, m’sorry.”
“for what?” your nails are crescent moons in his skin. his head spins, “good boys shouldn’t need to be sorry.”
“no– mhm, not a good boy,” he exhales shakily, “been bad, m’sorry.”
He goes slack-jawed for a moment when you slap him. to your surprise, and mild horror, he whimpers; not the pained, fragile kind. no, the full-bodied kind that he makes when he’s close.
“fucking freak,” you degrade, barely holding back a gasp when his saliva coats your fingers, “you’re pathetic.”
he responds with parted lips and an irrepressible reverence in his gaze. god, he’s depraved.
you force him up halfway. he’s already a goner by the time you kiss him, spilling into his pants.
beomgyu’s pliant beneath you, blissed out as you get off of him.
“disgusting,” you mutter, but he’s too euphoric to care. he thinks you go to the bathroom, maybe to wash your hands.
he barely processes it when you return with a camera, rather than clean hands.
you hold it up, the faint beginnings of a smirk starting in your eyes.
“smile for the camera, gyu.”
he has to be dreaming, because there’s no way so many of his fantasies could be getting fulfilled in one day. he forgets that it’s his birthday, forgets that he practically begged you on his knees to indulge his kinks just this once.
‘i want you to be really mean to me, you know? really get in there and ruin me.’
“happy birthday.”
“what’s something that always makes you happy?”
giselle asks you this as an offhand remark some random Tuesday, and for some reason it is the very question that plays through your mind as you watch the rain falling before the window of your dorm. it changes with your mind.
sometimes your answer is the pictures of beomgyu on your phone, or sakura choking on ice cream after laughing too hard or maybe watching taehyun and yeonjun and soobin and hueningkai and beomgyu fail at cooperating in multiplayer matches or the promise of better days or simply the prospect of having sources of happiness at all.
but for now, you like to consider your happiness dependent upon nameable things, like the boy curled against you and your heart in your arms.
what a loser, you think, but you can’t tell if you’re referring to beomgyu or yourself anymore.
what a loser, you think, of him this time.
“your loser,” he murmurs, hair tickling your neck.
genre: swapped sexes, supernatural, smut, crack, college au
pairings: sub bp ! YouTuber student! beomgyu x gn dom ! student !reader
synopsis: You wake up with a dick. Beomgyu wakes up with a vagina. This could possibly have something to do with the dodgy ouija board beomgyu got for free from a sex shop…
warnings: beomgyu has a pussy !! reader has a dick !!, ghosts, mentions of death, ouija board, this isn’t meant to make any sense, pretty taboo, the consent could be considered a tiny bit blurry, piv sex, fingering, eating out, pussy slapping, crying, squirting, creampie, rough sex, calling beomgyu a ‘girl’, spanking
word count: 10k
“Yo, I’m coming over right now.”
“Like, right now?” You were just in the middle of cleaning up your desk with your antibacterial wipes and all the rest of the mess that had piled up from the start of the week - some uncleaned dishes, empty ramen cups, all of your clothes that were thrown on your chair, the small bin that was pretty full by now. You’d managed to neglect tidying and doing the house chores right up until the weekend when you really couldn’t ignore it for any longer.
“You’re being in my youtube video.” Beomgyu states matter-of-factly over the phone. You can hear his footsteps, the sounds of cars and the outside winds from his end, which means he quite literally was coming over to yours right this moment.
You tiredly sigh, pulling out another wipe from the packet with aggression, your phone on speaker. “Why do I need to be in it?”
“Your building’s the haunted one right?”
“Supposedly.”
“Thennnn it’s perfect! I’ll be there in ten.” He hangs up.
You close your eyes briefly and shake your head, one hand on your hip, then, opening your eyes to survey your half cleaned room. Dealing with beomgyu, however, was an even greater effort than cleaning your entire messy student accom times ten.
He’s not exactly your best friend. That title belongs to taehyun. Taehyun is unfortunately both of your best friends which is how you met beomgyu. And even more unfortunately, taehyun is traitorously abroad for the semester at the moment, so now beomgyu has redirected his full energy and badgering onto you, because ‘you’re the next best thing’ apparently, beomgyu’s words.
You won’t lie, you were apprehensive of beomgyu at first, didnt quite like him. Taehyun was your childhood best friend. It was only ever you and him from the beginning. Taehyun has always just got you. He thought in the same way as you, a mutual understanding ever since you were four, when everyone else on the playground was wailing over the smallest of things like getting their knee a little scraped and missing their mothers after forty minutes of being in school, both of you unimpressed by the dramatics of the other four year olds, and you’ve been stuck together like gorilla glue ever since. He’s been with you from primary school, the same secondary school, all the way up until you were applying to university together. You’d ended up naturally picking the same one, the same subject, both of you inevitably stem based people.
You’d falsely assumed it would simply be just the two of you once more, navigating adulthood together. But, when you started university, he suddenly got super close to this one dude named Choi beomgyu. To be honest, you had hated his guts. Whenever taehyun talked about him, mentioned him in passing, you gained an overwhelming amount of ugly jealousy at hearing his name.
“Oh, beomgyu this, oh, beomgyu that.”
“Oh, I can’t, I already made plans with beomgyu.”
“Oh, beomgyu says blah, blah, blah.
“Oh, I’m too busy making out with beomgyu that day.”
Alright, he didn’t exactly say that last part, but he may as well have. It was like he was in love with him or some shit. They even had their own inside jokes that you weren’t a part of already.
Now, you’re a pretty good people reader, priding yourself in being a good judge of character. You like to think you can mostly already tell whether you’ll like someone’s vibe and whether they were cool and nice and genuine from first meeting them. In your head, you’d already made up in your mind that this choi beomgyu guy was some slimy bitch trying to steal your close friend away from you. You just thought taehyun had terrible perception and couldn’t see how much of a snake this beomgyu guy really was. So, you were already adamant that once you met him, it’d only validate all the feelings you had towards him and then, you could tell taehyun he was evil and not to be trusted and taehyun would realise you were right and stop being friends with him. Balance restored.
Because, well, you were terrified. Terrified that you could lose the sole person who had always been there and understood you without translation, afraid of having to go through the rest of this scary adult life with that being taken away. This had never happened before. Beomgyu threatened all of that for you.
And then, you finally actually met beomgyu on the campus cafe one day. And you do admit, it was hard not to like him even when you absolutely didn’t want to at all. He wasn’t slimy or snakey or fake. He was alas, very likeable. Annoyingly, infuriatingly so. Warm and friendly and all unadulterated smiles.
He was genuinely delighted to meet you, like you were some kind of micro celebrity. “So you’re the famous childhood friend. Taehyun talks about you all the time. It’s so nice to finally meet you!” Beomgyu's eyes were shining.
You soon realised it was all one sided, all the territorial resentment was of your own invention, that he wasn’t trying to steal your best friend away from you, that taehyun wouldn’t replace you, and that you were being totally, completely childish. Beomgyu always greeted you kindly if he ever saw you on campus alone, he went out of his way to become friends with you too, whenever it was the three of you, he made sure to never exclude you, having this habit of always checking your expression mid conversation to see what you were thinking, and he remembered the smallest things you mentioned only once in passing. He soon wormed his way into your life too. You got it. You guess you liked this choi beomgyu guy as well now.
You concluded it wasn’t the case of taehyun being taken away from you, but that there was now one more person who loved taehyun unconditionally just as much as you did. And you definitely wouldn’t hate that person, because taehyun deserves an abundance of love. ‘Sharing is caring’ or whatever shit they say. In short, you got over it. You embraced choi beomgyu in your life too. But there’s still a limit to just how much choi beomgyu doses you can take in one go.
There’s loud banging on your door nine minutes later.
You open it and unsurprisingly, it’s beomgyu, a little breathless from the flight of stairs he had to go up, hair windswept and cheeks and nose slightly tinted pink from the cold, but he's clearly very excited. He breezes past you and throws his dirty backpack onto your desk, which you had just sanitised, and immediately starts pulling objects out of it, a tripod, a small camera, a ring light. Then, he pulls something else out of his bag with dramatic flair, some kind of obnoxious, glittery, pink box, holding it up proudly in front of you.
“Ouija board.” Beomgyu grins, breathing still heavy, wiggling his eyebrows.
Your gaze travels from the box to his face and back again. “And where’d you get that from?”
“I was at that shop on Croft Street.” He’s entirely pleased with himself.
You furrow your brows, trying to place what he’s talking about in your head, and then you nod. “Ohh,” you think you can picture it now, “the vintage antique place?”
Beomgyu hesitates for the tiniest second, rubbing at the back of his neck, gaze flicking away just briefly. “Erm, no. The one next to it.”
“There’s only the…-Wait, the sex shop??” Your voice jumps an octave. “What? I thought it closed down.”
Beomgyu shrugs, trying to maintaining his facade of confidence. “Well anyway, the lady, she gave it to me free with my purchase! Isn’t that so nice?”
“You bought something from there?”
He tilts his chin up in defence and puffs out his chest, expression shifting into a look of totally exaggerated dignity and defensiveness. “I can if I want to. I’m an adult. None of your business.”
Alright, fair. You shrug. “Why the hell would they be giving out ouija boards though? And why would you take it?”
“Beats me. But what’s free is free! Look how cool it looks!” He shoves it more into your face, beaming, waiting for you to agree too.
To be honest, nothing beomgyu does can surprise you that much anymore.
You let out the biggest melancholic sigh. “I miss taehyun.”
“So do I. At least he’d be giving me way better reactions than you are right now.” Beomgyu points a brow at you, disappointed with your lack of enthusiasm, but then his grin creeps back. “Anyway, this is going to be such a good video for my channel.”
Yes, his channel. A new interest of beomgyu’s, his most recent endeavour. He was now an aspiring youtuber. He'd already gained ten thousand subscribers actually, which he mentions a lot, but it was pretty impressive. People thought he was handsome, apparently, he also mentions that a lot. His goal though has been to get more followers and take the crown of the campus youtuber which currently resided to some other choi. Yeonjun, is his name you think. Truthfully, beomgyu is pretty good at making entertaining content, you've watched a few (all of them. You wouldn't tell him that though.) he was naturally so very hilarious and quick witted, you wondered how he managed to come up with such funny things to say at the right moment unscripted.
“What’s that gonna be?” You already had an inkling, you just wanted to hear it from his dumb mouth.
He’s pulling out his camera, setting it on the tripod and adjusting its height. “I’m holding a seance in your room. Okay the title,” he turns around to you, continuing excitedly with his hands in the air like he was presenting the headline right there. “We Contacted a Real Ghost in the Most HAUNTED Uni Accommodation Building. NOT clickbait. What d’you think?”
“It’s not actually haunted.” You snort.
“Didn’t some guy die like, years ago?” Beomgyu counters, “some fratboy going up the stairs drunk, slipped, and fell all the way down. Dead. That’s why everyone’s always scared to take the stairs after a night out.”
That is how the story goes. You’re pretty sure it’s fake. An urban legend recycled every year by the first years to scare each other. There’s no real news or evidence for it. “Yeah, but those are just rumours though.”
“Well, we’ll find out for sure today.” Beomgyu declares. “Now, do you have any candles?”
Both of you now sit cross-legged on your carpet floor with a circle of all the candles you own, the strong scents of all of them, mixing together and making your room have a strange amalgamation of smells that doesn’t really go well, the glittery pink ouija board placed in the middle of it and your room dimly lit, lights off, curtains drawn too for the aesthetic.
Beomgyu approves, satisfied and picks up the camera, shoving it into both of your faces. “Okay, make your most scared face. It’s for the thumbnail.” You comply, both of you making theatrical frightened faces, beomgyu fully committed to it, his features entirely contorting and making a silly face like he was crying, which you can’t help but giggle at a little.
He mounts the camera back onto the tripod, adjusting the lens with careful precision and then checks himself out, running a hand through his hair, content with how he looks. “Let us begin.” Beomgyu says in a weird, deep voice. He deviously smirks and presses play.
“Hey guys!” Beomgyu starts, switching into that slightly agitating content creator voice, his demeanour shifting. “Today we are investigating a real haunted university accommodation building! The legend goes that a student was walking up the stairs drunk after partying, slipped, fell all the way down and unfortunately died. Now they haunt the stairwell and all the students ever since…Today we’re here with one of the victims who has to endure all these hauntings on a daily basis. Tell me, how often is it that you hear strange noises and sounds? See figures?”
“Oh, uh, never.” You reply, staring blankly.
Beomgyu sighs exasperatedly at you, shoulders sagging, whispering. “You can’t just say that. This is content. Make some shit up!”
“Right, sorry.” You try again, clearing your throat and straightening your posture. “All the time. I’m so terrified.” You say gravely into the camera with widened eyes. “I can never fall asleep. I can hear their footsteps and breathing outside my door every single night.” You lean closer to the camera with a crazed face.
“oohh that’s good,” beomgyu says, delighted by your performance, clapping. “You’re actually a better actor than taehyun.” Beomgyu slowly pans the camera across your room. “Guys, just look at this place,” he whispers, “This room is definitely haunted. Look how old and musty it is. Woahh.”
You narrow your eyes at him, crossing your arms. “It’s not musty…” You mutter bitterly, taking offence. You just spent a long while trying to clean it too.
After beomgyu is done with his talking and grand introduction, briefly reading the rules it came with before tossing it away carelessly, you both stare at the ouija board, placing both your fingers on the planchette.
“If we get possessed, make sure to like and subscribe! Oh, and comment down below right now in five, four, three, two, one!” Beomgyu then turns to face you. “I’ve never used an ouija board before. Have you?”
You shake your head. “No.”
“Remember when it was trending back in the day? My mum never let me. I missed out big time.” he says faux solemnly, shaking his head, “but I’m reclaiming what was denied to me,” You have no idea what he’s going on about. “Okay,” he begins theatrically. “Spirits of this building. If you are here, please give us a sign.”
For a moment, nothing happens. You tilt your head despite yourself, trying to listen out, if you can hear anything abnormal, anything out of the blue.
“Is anyone here with us?” Beomgyu asks hopefully.
More silence. It stretches for long enough. The planchette remains perfectly still and the red recording light from the camera is still naively blinking like it was hoping to catch something too. You raise a brow unimpressed, but knowing this would obviously happen. You feel ridiculous, this whole thing is. You sigh, ready to give up already, not sure why you agreed in the first place-
But then, you feel a force, moving the planchette, dragging it beneath your fingers. Beomgyu gasps. As do you. The small triangular piece glides and stops over two simple letters.
H
I
Beomgyu’s jaw drops. “Oh my god! Guys, there’s someone with us! Hello! Thank you for joining us. Who are we speaking to?” The planchette moves again, dragging both your fingers along with it.
C
H
A
D
It spells out. You blink. Beomgyu blinks.
“Chad…” beomgyu says slowly. “Woah. Nice to meet you, chad.”
“How did you pass away?” You ask, sceptical, furrowing your brows and leaning forwards to the board.
S
T
A
I
R
S
Beomgyu slaps a hand to his mouth. “Holy shit, guys! It’s true. This is chad the fratboy! He really did slip and fall going up the stairs oh my god! This is crazy! We’re speaking to a fratboy ghost!” Beomgyu’s eyes sparkle with excitement, looking into the camera.
It slides once again, something else supposedly pushing the planchette.
U
2
S
I
N
G
L
E
?
You stare at him flatly, warning, “Beomgyu.”
“What? I’m not doing it.” Beomgyu then laughs awkwardly. “That’s a pretty weird thing to ask, chad. Haha…”
No, it’s obviously beomgyu doing this for the views. You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously, untrusting, but he’s looking down at the board with those pure glittering eyes of his with genuine fascination and awe. It’s not the first time you’ve assumed the worst of him when he’s been anything but. Still, maybe he’s just a good actor.
Chad, the ‘ghost’ tugs the triangular piece and moves across letters for another time.
I
M
H
O
R
N
Y
…
You pull your hands back immediately with a scoff, getting up from the floor in sheer disgust. “That’s it. You’re absolutely moving it.” This whole thing was ridiculous. You don’t know why you almost even believed it for a split second. Damn that boy with his sparkly eyes that almost fooled you.
“I swear it’s not me!”
“It’s literally you.” You grab a pillow from your bed, throwing it at beomgyu. He’s definitely messing with you.
He collapses onto the floor, cackling, throwing the pillow back at you. “Why the hell would I deliberately move it to ‘I’m horny’ ?”
“I don’t know. Maybe because you’re a very strange, very weird person?”
All of your candle flames in the circle suddenly flicker violently, causing both of you to snap your head back and look at the scene of the abandoned seance. The planchette begins to move, but on its own, erratically.
I
D
I
O
T
S
It feels as though there’s an immediate gust of chilling, cold wind in your room, but your window is firmly closed shut. The candles go all out, vanishing. It is all pitch black.
You scramble blindly for your light switch near you, flipping it on, the sudden flood of brightness stinging your eyes but relieving. You tremble, genuinely frightened and creeped out by whatever just happened.
Beomgyu swallows slowly. “….okay see?” He raises his hands in surrender. “It was not me.”
You reach over and flip the board upside down, absolutely done with it. “Seance over. Goodbye, chad.”
“That was…so sick!” Beomgyu blurts out, eyes wide. “I can’t believe we got that on video!”
You bite your nails, unsure what to do, freaking out, trying to process. That was weird. Super weird. Beomgyu, in comparison, seems pretty fine about it, just shocked and very thrilled at the prospect of catching a real ghost on camera, probably thinking that he’s definitely going to go viral with this.
The ghost didn’t seem that particularly threatening, it was just a fratboy, and some ghosts don’t have to be evil. But still, you’re pretty spooked out. Even more so since you’ve never believed in the supernatural. It never made sense to you, no actual proof, no logic to it. But you’d just seen that board move by itself with your own eyes. And even though you’ve never believed in it, you still never loved the horror genre, never a fan. You remember the first time you ever watched a horror film with taehyun at the age of ten. Both of you were scared shitless, deciding to sleep together with the lights on all night in the same bed because neither of you wanted to be alone. And you didn’t really want to be alone in your room now, knowing there was some spirit floating around in your building. You don’t think you’d be able to sleep at all. There’s no taehyun. But asking beomgyu to stay would be too humiliating for you.
It seems beomgyu notices your expression though, studying and checking you carefully. That attentive, perceptive, annoying habit of his where he can tell what you are thinking. He softens at the sight of you. “You know,” beomgyu says slowly, thoughtfully, “I’m…pretty creeped out right now.”
You look at him, surprised. “You are?”
“Totally.” Beomgyu scratches his head. “So uh…is it alright if I stay the night with you? I don’t really wanna go back by myself.”
“Yeah,” You nod instantly, without question, alleviated, the reply coming out of your mouth far too quickly. You clear your throat, trying to salvage some kind of dignity, “I have an air mattress.”
Beomgyu presses his lips together, trying not to smile. You really are so similar to taehyun in certain ways.
You lie in bed, flat on your back, restless, looking up towards the ceiling, still scared and paranoid.
Beomgyu is lying on the air mattress that you had inflated. It’s been three hours now. You still can’t sleep. You’re grateful that beomgyu is in the same room as you but you can’t see him at all since he’s below you, your bed frame raised higher. You still feel slightly alone. You kind of want him on the same bed as you. It would be a lot more comforting. But, you definitely cannot ask that.
An hour passes of you contemplating whether to ask beomgyu but it’s way too embarrassing.
Another half an hour passes by painfully slow, still not being able to sleep and thinking whether you should just ask beomgyu. You huff. You’ll just have to do it. Nobody else is going to do it for you. You cannot continue lying here all night having an internal debate with yourself, you think you might go crazy. You’ll just have to swallow your pride and simply say something.
“Beomgyu.” You call out lowly.
There’s a faint shift from the floor. “Hm?” You hear his response coming down from below, his voice deep.
“Are you awake?”
“I wouldn’t have replied if I was asleep now, would I?”
You roll your eyes even in the dark. “Shut up.”
Beomgyu quietly chuckles. “What do you want?”
You brace yourself. You hate this. “Will you…will you…sleep on the bed with me?” Ew. You recoil and immediately consider wrapping yourself in your blanket and throwing yourself out the window.
There’s a pause. Then rustling as beomgyu gets up. “Okay.”
Surprisingly, he doesn’t make fun of you. But, it’s not like your scared behaviour is unreasonable. The ghost was real. Not the most intimidating, a weird one named Chad, but still. It was creepy. Especially since you had never believed in them before.
Beomgyu just quietly lifts the covers up and lays beside you once you scoot towards the edge near the wall, making space for him. Your bed isn’t the biggest, so his shoulders bump gently against yours. You feel his warm presence and body immediately, feeling better and less jumpy.
“Thanks,” you mumble, a little sheepishly.
Beomgyu shifts slightly beside you, getting comfortable under the covers. “It’s alright,” he whispers gently.
You manage to get the littlest of sleep, a sliver of sleep, but at least it was something. You wake up in the morning to the faint sound of your bathroom door opening and closing, beomgyu had just gone in, space beside you empty, you feel the absence of his body on your mattress instantly. It’s colder.
You yawn and stretch your limbs from how cramped you were last night, but you immediately sense something strange. You feel some kind of weird…weight between your legs. It must be something from your shelf that fell off onto your bed and made its way under your covers, or something. You reach down, grabbing to pick it up, but it doesn’t move. It’s attached to you almost. You’re still tired and drowsy, eyes still bleary. You don’t know what the hell is going on and why this weird feeling object won’t move. You sit up, still confused. You try to pull it again, harder. It’s somehow attached to your skin? With a frown and a growing sense of unease, you move the covers off you and lift the waistband of your pyjama bottoms. You think you see something.
WHAT
THE
HOLY FUCK?!
You scream out in pure terror at what you see. At the exact same time, beomgyu screams from the bathroom, high pitched and shrill-like. The both of you screaming simultaneously for a very, very prolonged time.
This isn’t real. This can’t be real. You’re definitely still dreaming. This is not real. It can’t be. There’s no way in hell this is real. It’s impossible!
Beomgyu slams the bathroom door open with a bang, running out. His face is pale, disbelieving, mortified. “MY DICK. IT’S…I-IT’S GONE!” He looks like he’s seen a ghost, but that was yesterday and this is far worse somehow.
“I HAVE A DICK!”
You stare at each other dumbfounded, eyes wide and mouths dropping to the floor.
“WHAT?!” Both of you say at the same time again.
“I woke up with a penis!” You tell him, gesturing downwards, seeing if any of this exchange of information would help and make this make sense.
“I went to go piss and…a-and there was nothing there! I-i I have a-a vagina!” Beomgyu’s voice cracks, he looks like he’s about to weep.
“Right.” You rub your temples, trying to digest any of this, inhaling deeply, seeing you had to step in as the calm one, “Okay. Okay. We have to think about this…logically.”
Beomgyu gapes at you like you’ve lost your mind, “there’s NOTHING logical about this! At all!” He lets out an anguished cry.
You pace around your room, trying to think hard. “What did we do? What have we done that’s different?”
“The ouija board…”
Oh, right. That is really the only thing both of you have done that is different. And if ghosts existed now, you’re not that surprised if any of this can happen too. This has to be connected to it. “Do you think Chad cursed us or some shit?”
Beomgyu also frowns, deep in thought with a pout. “Nah, it can’t be. Why would he do that to us? He seemed nice.”
“He called us idiots.”
“As a term of endearment!” Beomgyu defends passionately for some reason. “I really don’t think we did anything to anger him. Maybe because I got it from a sex shop, it’s like a sex ouija board. It’s...freaky? Freaky…magic? Maybe it’s not actually chad. Chad seemed pretty nice. Just a horny guy. But hey, he hasn’t been able to have sex in years.”
You groan and flop back onto your bed in a crisis. “Shit, man. What should we do?”
Beomgyu ignores you. He’s too busy clasping both his hands together, eyes shut and whispering hysterically near your window. “I have a dick I have a dick I have my dick back I have a dick. I have my dick back I have my dick back I have a dickihaveadickihave a dickihave a dick.”
You sit up slightly to watch him, eyebrow raised. “What the fuck are you doing?”
He shoots you a glare, “I’m manifesting my precious organ back,” then he returns back to his desperate affirmations, repeating the words so intensely like a mad man.
“I don’t think that’s how it works.”
“I say we call taehyun.” Beomgyu suggests, crazed, turning around to your already defeated form, laying spread out on the bed.
“Uh, why?” That sounds like a terrible idea.
He shrugs. “He’s good at magic tricks and all that magic shit. He’ll know what to do.”
“WHAT the fuck, no. He’s not going to know. I’m not asking him. He wouldn’t even know. We are not telling him any of this.”
“He might!”
You give beomgyu an incredulous look. “He does card tricks, bro. That shit’s not going to help.”
You knit your brows and grab your phone, frantically typing into the search bar different variations of your situation. Seeing it written out is beyond absurd and unsurprisingly, no matter how many ways you try to word it, there’s just nothing there. There’s no explanation and this has never happened to anyone else online ever.
From time to time you glance down at it, checking to see if it is still really there and not just both you and beomgyu experiencing some mass hallucination. It is always still there. Your anatomy is still switched.
Beomgyu also taught you how to piss standing up in the meantime, which was a lot harder than it looks to be honest.
The two of you sit on your bed in stunned silence in the aftermath of the discovery and shock, staring off, lost in doomed thought. Because, genuinely what were you supposed to do? What if this is permanent?
“Here.” You snap out of it, refusing to spiral, reaching into your drawer and pulling out one of your lacy, pink frilly panties, handing it to beomgyu.
Beomgyu raises a brow at you, staring at them like they’re going to blow up in his face.
You roll your eyes. “Oh my god, just take them. They’ll be more comfortable.”
He slowly reaches out and hesitantly takes them. Beomgyu’s entire face heats up, turning the colour of a ripe tomato, it’s almost impressive how quickly it happens. He clears his throat. “Do you want my boxers?”
You glance down at him and then back up. “The one’s you’re wearing?”
He nods.
You gag. “Eugh. No, that’s disgusting.”
“What? Why not?”
“Because you’re wearing them!”
He opens his mouth to argue but stops and sighs. “Ugh. Fine, i’ll get you new ones…”
Beomgyu rushes back to his place, running out with his hands covering in between his legs as if anyone would notice and quickly gets some boxers for you, returning swiftly. They’re much more comfortable and they fit better for your new organ at least, but were you supposed to just accept this now? No, you’re just adapting. You’ve always been an adaptable person. You just have to adapt to this situation for now, yes. It’s the best way to react.
Beomgyu comes back from using the bathroom, cheeks dusted pink. “Peeing is still super weird…” he mumbles.
He pulls up his jeans, tugging and wriggling them into place with a small frown, but from the way your underwear is resting on his hips, they’re still so visible, the lacey fabric being seen.
You get distracted by the sight. The way the soft pink fabric sits against his hips, delicate and out of place against his usual style. It does something weird to you. A flicker of something passes through your mind, uninviting, you sharply look away, swallowing. But, you form some kind of sick idea, gears turning in your brain. It’s not a good idea, you know it isn’t.
“Okay, I’m going to be honest. And you need to hear me out…” You start slowly, testing, cautious.
“What?” Beomgyu asks, curious, but very suspicious.
You shift awkwardly on the bed, trying to think of a way to say this out loud that sounds less insane than it currently does in your head.
You take a breath, hesitating. “I think…”
Beomgyu watches you with narrowed eyes, waiting for you to continue saying whatever it is you have to say.
“…We should fuck.”
There is a long silence where he just stares at you blankly as if he didn’t hear you right, then his face twists into absolute bafflement.
“Excuse me?! Are you mental?!” Beomgyu squawks.
You hold your hands up in defence at his reaction. “Not because I want to!”
His eyes widen. “That’s not much of a reassuring clarification!”
“I-i mean-not that I don’t want to—!”
“WHAT?”
Fuck. You grasp at straws, trying to defend yourself. It made sense in your head! “Maybe it will be reversed like that! You said it yourself, maybe this is like…freaky magic!”
“What if it makes it permanent?!” Beomgyu shoots back instantly, making a horrified expression at the thought.
You pause. It’s not a possibility you had considered. Your eyes flicker around your room in thought, falling down to the pink glittery board still on your carpet floor. “Wait, we can ask chad! He has to know something.”
You pull out the ouija board and the two of you impatiently set up everything for it, sitting crosslegged once again. You place both your fingers onto the planchette and ask for the frat ghost once more.
“Are you with us, chad?” Beomgyu asks.
There’s a few minutes of silence, finally, he appears.
Y
E
S
You exhale slowly through your nose. “Did you curse us, chad?”
N
A
H
“Then who did?” You turn to beomgyu’s face with an exasperated sigh. “Do you know how to reverse it?” The planchette drags slowly across the board, almost playfully if that were possible.
M
A
Y
B
E
It’s not entirely an answer. You and beomgyu exchange an irritated look, trying not lose your temper over this dead frat boy. “If we…” you clear your throat awkwardly, “fuck, could we possibly go back to normal?” It moves immediately over the letters this time, almost enthusiastically.
Y
E
S
You take your fingers off with resignation. “There’s our answer…”
The planchette suddenly starts moving on its own again, something chad clearly likes doing. Both of you flinch.
F
U
C
K
“Oh my god…I hate this chad guy.” You mutter.
Beomgyu folds his arms across his chest with a grimace. “I’m beginning to hate him too now.”
You fold the board up and shove it into one of your drawers on your desk, wanting it out of your sight. The room falls uncomfortably quiet and heavy. Beomgyu does not make eye contact with you as he fiddles with the sleeve of his hoodie. You can tell he’s thinking about it though and you’re thinking about it more too. You bite your nails, turning to look at beomgyu, at the soft pink sitting across his cheeks, at the strips of lace still visible above the waistband of his jeans. Honestly, you are curious. And apparently it will work if you both do it so…it’s worth a try. There’s nothing else you can do. This seems logical to you, or as logical as it can get in this situation.
“I’ve lowkey always wondered what it would be like to have a dick.” You cut through the silence.
Beomgyu finally looks up at you, scandalised.
“What? I have.” You shrug. “Come on,” you continue, sitting up straighter. “You’ve never been curious to what it feels like? What sex feels like from the other side?”
He looks deeply conflicted. “This is the weirdest shit…” beomgyu murmurs.
“Well, yes, but no one has ever had this opportunity before.”
Beomgyu chews the inside of his cheek as he contemplates. You leave him to it. Because, whilst you are sort of strangely game to this, you know beomgyu is not. It’s his call.
You wait for a while to see what beomgyu will decide as he still chews the inside of his cheek, staring down at his lap. Then finally, he gives a tiny, nervous nod. “Fuck it. Let’s just do it. Let’s have sex,” he’s looking at you now with a strange mix of embarrassment and determination.
“Okay,” you reply, exhaling a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. You sit up a bit straighter, like that might make you seem more composed than you feel. “Okay.”
Beomgyu nods again, slower this time.
“Okay,” he echoes, though it sounds less confident.
“Maybe we should…kiss?” You suggest, wincing almost.
“Why?”
“To…get us going?” you offer, even less certain now, your voice trailing slightly at the end. You clear your throat.
“Oh, uh, okay.”
“Okay.”
The two of you move onto the bed awkwardly, sitting opposite one another on top of the duvet. And suddenly everything feels much stranger and worse. Because it was one thing when it was all hypothetical, but now, actually sitting here, knees nearly touching, looking at each other like this and so close, is different. You don’t think either of you have ever really looked at each other like this before. You’ve never looked at beomgyu this up close and so intimately before, close enough to see the pretty mole near his mouth. The pair of you sit there for a few seconds in unbearable silence doing absolutely nothing, both of you too scared to actually start anything.
You eventually make a move first, mostly because if you do not, you think the two of you might actually stay frozen here forever. Your hand lifts awkwardly to his heated cheek, fingers brushing lightly against his skin. Beomgyu goes very still. You stare down at his lips and he does the same, nervously wetting them and then swallowing.
Awkwardly, hesitantly, you press your lips with his, brief, testing. Your lips barely brush before both of you pull back a little too quickly, recoiling. You try to kiss again before you can overthink it. It is so awkward, obviously, in the way that comes with clearly crossing a line between the both of you. But his lips are soft, very soft, perfectly soft. Yet, it’s not that surprising, they’d always seemed like it whenever you’d watched beomgyu’s lips move in a pout when he talked passionately or argued back about something, fascinated by it. His lips had an annoyingly pretty shape to them.
Gradually, some of the awkwardness thins out, dissolving and melting somewhere between some kisses and the next kisses. Until you’re not really thinking about it anymore, starting to get a little lost in beomgyu’s soft lips, your mouth caught between kissing his plush bottom lip, deeper, becoming much easier. Now, you’re making out with Choi beomgyu. Making out with your best friend’s other best friend. Never would you have thought this would happen, but maybe kissing beomgyu wasn’t the weirdest thing right now. Seriously, how did the most unlikely events manage to happen to you in the span of less than twenty four hours?
It’s getting to the both of you now, all the messy kissing, your faces tilting and moving in opposite directions continuously as you move your lips against each other, both of you kiss-drugged. It’s certainly getting you worked up, increasingly harder to think through, more fervent, your hands are in his hair, beomgyu is pulling you in closer by the back of your neck, then his hands go to your waist, gripping. You can feel the warmth of his breath between every kiss and the way he exhales shakily whenever you kiss him with more intensity. Making out with beomgyu is surprisingly very, very pleasant.
And when your mouth drifts from his lips, down to his jaw, brushing softly against the side of his neck, you feel him shiver. You start kissing his neck instead, sucking, leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses, beomgyu tips his head back, very into it, all of it going to his pretty little head, letting out little whimpers as you suck more and more, kissing the same sensitive spots on his pretty neck over and over.
His fogged up brain allows you unbutton his jeans, unzipping them and letting you put your hand down them, slightly, slowly rubbing at his pussy through the lace underwear he's wearing, still focused on completely attacking his neck too. The effect is immediate, beomgyu positively squirms and lets out a shy little noise, grabbing to hold onto you more, hiding his face in your shoulder as he continues to whimper shakily the more you rub his folds through the panties. It doesn't take long at all until you can feel the material completely soaked, even catching on your fingers.
You pull away to tug beomgyu's jeans completely off him, leaving him only in your pink panties and his grey hoodie. The second he realises how exposed he is, he shuts his legs closed, his entire face completely red, his neck and ears too.
"Are you gonna let me see? Please?" You ask and tilt your head, cooing softly at how embarrassed beomgyu is. "I'm sure it's pretty." That doesn't really help, beomgyu just lets out an annoyed whine at you and his face somehow becomes even more red.
You place your hands onto his milky, smooth thighs instead, moving back and forth over them. "Come onn, gyu. I'll play with your pussy right. I’m the one who’ll know better. Don't you wanna know what it feels like? Your vagina needs me. She's drenched. She wants me." You can't help but burst out laughing.
"Oh, shut up.” Beomgyu rolls his eyes despite how embarrassed he is, voice going all high and whiny, playfully kicking you. But after a moment, he quietly speaks up, “f-fine…touch me.” He brings his hands to his face to hide.
“You’re okay with it?”
Beomgyu nods slowly, still hiding his face. “Feels like I-i need it, need something…” he mumbles quietly, confused. It’s so cute.
“Okay,” you gently part beomgyu’s legs, he covers his face even more in his hands at this, slightly closing his legs on instinct but you push them wider. And you’re right, he’s completely soaked your panties, they’re so wet that you can see the outline of his folds through them, they’re basically transparent now.
You suck a breath at the sight, desperate to see fully. You push the cloth to the side, beomgyu’s newly attained pussy on display and you’re almost in awe, because it’s the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen, with delicate folds and a small clit peeking out from under it’s hood. It’s glistening, almost shining with slick too. You can’t take your eyes off beomgyu’s pussy. You swallow hard, mouth watering like you’ve just stepped into a clearing with a beautiful waterfall in a forest. It’s so pretty just like the rest of him.
“So perfect…” You gently trace his pussy lips with your fingers, grazing the entrance and then circling his clit but not touching it directly. Beomgyu takes in a breath, trembling at the light touching, horrified with shame, trying and failing not to react so strongly. He feels a throb inside, at the bottom of his tummy, some kind of itch he knows he himself can’t scratch, he feels this overwhelming kind of feeling, needing it to be taken care of. He peeks just to look a little at you through his fingers, stomach heaving erratically, his body reacting so needily.
You watch him as he does this. “Are you going to keep hiding?”
“It’s embarrassing.” Beomgyu groans dramatically and drops his head back against the wall behind him.
“It’s not that embarrassing. Take your hands away.” He does actually take them away from his face with a grumble, unsure what to do with his hands now, keeping them balled up on the mattress.
You tug the panties off him. As much as they do look good on him, they were irritating you now. You wanted to see more of him, all of him. Once they’re finally off, you trace gently once more and beomgyu exasperatedly sighs.
“Do something more!” Beomgyu complains, bucking his pelvis into your hand, whining.
“Chill, dude. I’m just trying to get you used to the feeling of having a vagina. It could be too much.”
“Well I’m used to it now.” Beomgyu snaps back.
You sneer at him, mouth twitching. “Tch, you’re annoying as hell.”
“So are you.”
“I’m just helping you.”
“Helping me? We need to fuck to be normal again! It’s not like I want this.”
“I don’t know, seems like you want it.”
“I-i don’t.”
“Your pussy says different.” You lightly give it a slap and then rub the folds soothingly. Beomgyu yelps, wide eyed, shuddering, but it’s clear it arouses him. You see his hole clenching and unclenching at that.
You can’t help but grin a little. Mangled, startled mewls slipping out from beomgyu as you continue to lightly slap at his wet pussy over and over again until his clit is fully throbbing and his folds are so puffy and pink. He looks absolutely wrecked already, despite how little you have actually done. His cheeks are flushed a deep pink, chest rising and falling in uneven little breaths beneath the oversized hoodie, slipping off one shoulder and exposing the tank top he’s wearing underneath.
“Please. Need something in it. Please.” Beomgyu gasps, a singular tear falling slowly, elegantly down one of his cheeks. Maybe you are being a bit too harsh with the teasing. With your thumb, you brush the tear away looking up at beomgyu’s teary, simmering, gorgeous doe brown eyes, some of his lashes clumped with unshed tears. You feel almost sorry.
“Aww, sorry. Just can’t help but play with the pretty doll.”
“Y/nnnn.” Beomgyu whines out heavily at you, pleadingly, brows scrunching up frustratedly. So finally, you bring the pads of your fingers to circle his hole, dipping one finger slowly into him, moving the littlest in and out. Beomgyu lets out a soft whimper and when you’re bored of just one, you add a second finger inside him. It slides easily in with an audible squelch, beomgyu winces, embarrassed at sounds he didn’t think his body would produce. You carry on pumping your fingers in at a pleasant pace, watching beomgyu’s reactions intently, loving how sensitive and reactive and new he is to all of this. It’s a lot for him already. But you’re also curious to taste his magical pussy. So bad.
“Why’d you do that—ahhhh!”
You remove your fingers completely out of him in one go, grabbing under his thighs and shoving your face into him instead, taking in the scent of his sweet, magical pussy and then sticking your tongue flat out, licking a sudden stripe on his slit, lapping at the stickiness. It’s like honey. Beomgyu tastes so good, you want to eat and eat and lick until you physically can’t, until your teeth rots from how sweet and yummy and addictive he tastes.
You tongue fuck him too, twisting, trying to reach deep. Every time your tongue drags over him, his body jerks. You decide to pay attention to beomgyu’s currently neglected clit, flicking your tongue over and over rabidly. Beomgyu nearly jumps out of his skin at this, not anticipating the raw nerves there and it is so intense, more than anything he’s ever experienced.
You decide to wrap your entire lips around the bundle of nerves instead, harshly sucking until they’re even more swollen.
“O-oh my godd- !” Beomgyu cries, flustered, taking a sharp intake of breath, screwing his eyes shut at the overwhelming sensation, his hands immediately flying to cover his face yet again. You bring the two sticky fingers back, stuffing them back into beomgyu’s cunt, pistoning them in and out and continuing to suck on beomgyu’s overly sensitive clit. His full lips are parted in an ‘o’ shape, mouth agape, prettiest choked up cries coming out of them, brows knitted together, head reeling back as well as his eyes. Beomgyu is sopping, you feel the new wave of slick every single time you push your fingers back in him. Every slight curl of your fingers making his thighs twitch. You also start a scissoring motion with the two fingers inside, spreading him open, making him squirm so much, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. There’s something almost helpless about him now.
Beomgyu shifts restlessly against the bed, shaking, clearly trying to deal with the strange, feeling building inside him. “I-I I think I’m gonna come!” You’re obsessed. You drag beomgyu down even more to eat him out at a closer, better angle, feasting on his pretty cunt, hungrily, mouth, tongue moving frantically, making your own muffled groans against his flesh that no doubt send vibrations through his already overwhelmed body, going out of his mind with need.
Beomgyu falls apart easily with a strangled cry, tears spilling over his red apple cheeks, fighting against your hold. His hips buck so much into your face as he orgasms, you think he nearly breaks your nose, but you don’t care, his legs trembling and clenching at the sides of your face, a slush of juices gushing and flooding out of his already drenched cunt. You’re genuinely mesmerised by it all, lapping all the juices up, slurping it all clean.
“T-too muchh!” Beomgyu shakes at the overstimulation, squealing and whining slightly painfully.
The sheer intensity of it leaves beomgyu breathless and in shock, utterly undone as he pants, and pants in a daze, red in the face, having never felt like that before. “Jesus fucking christ. People with vaginas have orgasms like this?”
You huff out a quiet laugh. “Yeah lol. Why? It’s much more different?”
Beomgyu nods, still panting, trying to breathe regularly. “Uh huh.”
You push your soaked fingers out of his cunt, tapping them together to watch the thick strings connect like webs.
You bring them to beomgyu’s pretty mouth. “Wanna taste your pretty pussy?” Beomgyu does so without a fight, wrapping his swollen, glossy and round lips to them, sucking your fingers dry, looking up at you with those pure sparkling eyes through his doll-like lashes, fluttering his eyelids like a slut. You don’t know if it’s purposeful.
It’s only now you notice the rush of blood to your dick. You’re hard as hell, you were too focused on beomgyu to think of anything else. But it feels even heavier, aching, straining. You need to fuck him so bad.
“Can we fuck?” You ask him.
“A-alright.” Beomgyu gulps, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
You rid yourself of your own clothes, taking ahold of your length in your hands, bringing yourself closer to beomgyu’s body. You close your eyes and inhale and exhale a number of times, trying to calm yourself, firstly, slapping the length lightly on his folds. Beomgyu seems to be in the same predicament, trying to calm himself down too, he’s staring down at the scene carefully, feeling his face heat up, cheeks burning.
You start to rub your cock on beomgyu’s cunt, rubbing the slitted tip from his entrance and up to his clit, focused more on the friction with the head and clit together. The tip now stuck with strings of beomgyu’s sweet slick, is much more sensitive than the rest of it and you shiver at the feeling, both you and beomgyu gasping at them rubbing and sliding slippery against each other.
“Okay…I’m gonna put it in. Is that okay?” You brace yourself, mentally preparing for it. Suddenly, you’re reminded that this is actually a one of a kind, very awkward situation to be in.
Beomgyu nods, bottom lip caught between his teeth, he’s bracing himself too. “Yeah, okay.”
Slowly, you bring the head of the cock to his wet, eager hole, pushing it in, stretching out the delicate ring of skin at the entrance until it pops completely in with a small, moist, squelching noise, both of you gutturally groaning out. You wait a little until attempting to push in the rest of the girth inside, inch by inch, watching his face attentively as you carefully ease the rest in. You stop once you do this, allowing him and you to get used to it.
“You okay?” You brush the strands of messy hair away from beomgyu’s eyes.
Beomgyu is stuffed. He nods, blushing so hard and face flushed so much he practically looks feverish, whole face somehow going even redder, which just shouldn’t be physically possible at this point at all.
It’s so warm and soft and slippery, the length being fully tucked inside.
“You can move.” Beomgyu breathes out.
So, apprehensively, you begin to test the waters. You pull all the way back out and then sheath it all the way back in the tight but softly delicate space, the searing friction at this causing you to shudder, lips parting at the feeling. “Oh…”
“Fffuu.” Beomgyu dulcetly whimpers too, it’s hard to get used to, stretched out so much, feeling everything side, every ridge of the length.
You begin a pace of leisurely rocking in and out of beomgyu’s cunt, watching the way the pretty pussy swallows your new dick whole, enveloping it each time, the motion of pushing and pulling creating more intense feelings for you.
“You’re taking it so well,” you murmur lowly and strained, trying not lose yourself in the pleasure of fucking slow into beomgyu’s goopy, gorgeous, spongey pussy.
He’s still quietly whimpering and you can practically see him trying to make sense of what he is feeling until his expression changes as he realises just how good it feels, allowing himself to relax and succumb to it.
It’s a new sensation. Being the one to fuck into rather than fucked into. You try to hit further, deeper inside beomgyu at a different angle, giving an experimental thrust. He instantly moans out loud and pretty to your ears, his toes curling.
“How does it feel, gyu?”
“Weird. I-i feel so full. Feels good.” Beomgyu barely squeaks out. His pouted lips stay parted, the prettiest little sounds spilling out every few seconds with each push in no matter how much he tries to hold them back, spreading his legs thoughtlessly even wider, both of his hands now coming to rest underneath his thighs.
“H-how does it feel for you?” Beomgyu looks up at you, curiously, thick eyelashes fluttering every time you move just right, voice trembling.
“Mm. Feels really good too.” You nod, knitting your brows, lips pressed together in concentration, gritting your teeth, fucking into his gummy walls, deeper, harder, staring down where your bodies connect, his ripe pussy just sucking you in, seeing how deep it goes every time, so greedy and hungry, growing more wet and sticky between you both.
You start to move more confidently without realising it, hips snapping into his with sticky sounds that follow. You’re sweating, it’s tiring, but it feels so good. It’s so hard to think about anything else anymore, it’s just alll consuming. You can see it on beomgyu’s pretty face too, so debauched, glistening with sweat too, mellifluously whining continuously.
“Fuck, y/nn!-ughhhgh!”
You lift one of beomgyu’s legs up by his dainty ankle, holding it straight against you, the new angle allowing you to bury yourself even deeper in his mystical cunt, against his cervix, sickeningly enjoying the way he cries out at this. The position is far more vulnerable for him and beomgyu looks so hot like this, flustered, body jolting and bouncing along with every ram into him, your dick splitting him open. You love it.
Beomgyu is so fucked out, eyes hooded in ecstasy, dumbly drooling, soft long hair messy and splayed, red, sweaty, button nose scrunched up, biting his glossed full lips raw, you can feel the one leg you have up, shaking, like a pretty fawn. He makes another helpless sound.
“Such a—mhmm-pretty girl…” Fucking beomgyu like this is getting to you, your brain is so pussydrunk, you’re just murmuring any shit as you pound beomgyu’s obscenely puffy, glistening pussy. It’s taking everything in you not to cum so soon.
Beomgyu whines with furrowed brows and a tremor. “I’m not a girl!”
“Come on. You already look like a—hahhh-girl, beomgyu. Maybe you should have a pussy all the time, keep you fucked all the time. I wouldn’t mind.” You meanly laugh.
Beomgyu cries, embarrassed, shaking his head, but he’s quite literally moaning out like a girl right now, so incredibly loud and high pitched and airy compared to his usual deep voice.
You grin suspiciously wide at him, and then you grab a hold of his other leg, folding them both over his chest to plow into him even more, your dick carving and curving up inside of him beyond deeper, hitting such a sweet spot for him, tearing a sudden, alarmed moan to rip out from beomgyu’s mouth.
“Look at you…you love this, beomgyu, being fucked and full like a girl. Don’t you?” You cruelly slap his mushy clit raw and red as you fuck him faster, barely holding off your orgasm. You’re not used to how quickly the sensation builds, immediate. You’re not going to last long. You quickly bring your thumb to beomgyu’s clit, rubbing over it fast, knowing it will do it for him. “You love having a pussy, don’t you?”
Beomgyu’s body arches, writhing, hands twisting in the sheets, full on sobbing, pretty tears streaming down his hot face. “I do, I do! Shitshit-ohhmygod!” Beomgyu completely convulses, spasming, eyes rolling to the back of his head, pussy fluttering clamping down so hard on your cock, long waves of pleasure completely crashing over him as you watch his pussy give out and squirt all over, juices surging, flowing, cascading out of him gorgeously. The sight of beomgyu squirting and clenching around you completely does it for you as you moan out too, cursing, giving one last, hard ram into his cunt until you feel yourself go over the edge too, his magical cunt making you cum so hard you genuinely see stars, filling beomgyu’s hole to the brim, overflowing, stuffed with your cum that you can see a white creamy ring around your dick.
You pull out with a shudder, watching the way your cum oozes and gloops out from his sensitive hole, his pussy completely wrecked. You don’t think his hole can give out anymore cum but it still slowly drips out of him like pearly beads, like pretty pearls from clam shells. You’re so entranced. “Holy fuck…”
Beomgyu completely melts into the sheets, drained, exhausted, boneless, dry tear stains on his pink cheeks. He’s looking up at you so dreamily, so content and satisfied from being fucked.
“I think that was like, the most intense orgasm I’ve had in my entire life. What the actual fuck.” Beomgyu states with very laboured breathing.
You can’t help but kiss his soft lips sweetly again and he kisses you back. “You genuinely did so good, beomgyu. I got a bit carried away, sorry.” You sheepishly tell him.
Beomgyu hides his face in his hands again, tips of his cute ears turning red. “It’s okay. I…liked it.” For a moment, both of you just pant, laying on the bed, but then beomgyu speaks up timidly. “If we go back to normal tomorrow, should we…fuck again?”
Your eyebrows raise in surprise, before you’re grinning again. “Hell yeah,” having absolutely not had your fill of his pussy just yet. You figured you may as well if it will all disappear in the morning.
Now, you’re pushing beomgyu’s face into your pillow, his ass up in the air as you spread his pretty pussy apart, watching the way it’s still dripping, you push your thumb a little in the hole, watching it still twitch and clench, still wanting more, so greedy. Beomgyu’s head is tilted, one side of his cheek smooshed into the pillow to look at you from behind eagerly.
“Come onnnn.” He whines out brattily, so impatient.
You lightly spank his little ass before digging your nails into his hips and slamming your dick inside once more, pounding into his delicious, succulent, messy cunt once again as beomgyu cries out muffled underneath, drooling onto your pillow, rocking his hips like a whore to meet your thrusts, fucking your cum and his juices back in.
You don’t know how long you guys go at it for but you’re ripping multiple, countless orgasms out of beomgyu, pushing his delicate body into different positions like the pretty doll he is, spurting cum multiple times inside his pussy and all over his pretty body, because you may as well, it’s quite a once in a lifetime thing, savouring how it feels to fuck his cunt and every pretty noise that comes out of his mouth, continuing to fuck the daylights out of him.
Both of you wake up in the morning to your genitalia, thankfully, or perhaps unthankfully, indeed back to normal. Chad the ghost was actually right.
Both of you go back to Croft Street to return the freaky ouija board to the sex shop beomgyu purchased it from, not wanting to deal with anymore paranormal activity, fine with what experience you have. But, when you stand in front of the sex shop with beomgyu, it has in fact, been closed for months now and was definitely not open because you found out the owner had died a while back, hence why it was shut down. Neither of you try to think about that.
Instead, you sell it to the vintage antique place next door, someone else can deal with that. You also make sure not to apply to that accommodation building next year and to go elsewhere. Beomgyu uploads the YouTube with the salvageable footage he had left and it goes viral. He becomes the number one famous campus youtuber like he wanted and gains many more subscribers.
When taehyun finally returns back from his semester abroad, you and beomgyu decide to surprise him at the airport together, running to hug taehyun’s shocked face once he comes out of the arrivals terminal, he’s so touched he nearly cries, but he swears he didn’t.
Now, all three of you are sitting in a cafe at the airport with drinks.
“I watched the video you guys did together. It was super good. It’s a funny skit. Love how you guys managed to make it look so real.” Taehyun says, watching you both.
“Haha. Thanks.” Beomgyu forces a laugh, slurping his milkshake.
“So you guys had some bonding time whilst I was gone then?” Taehyun asks, curiously.
Both you and beomgyu splutter on your straws. Beomgyu starts choking so much that you have to hit at his back. “Y-yeah…!”
You rub at your neck. “You could say that.”
A/n: idk how this reads i didnt proof read I’m so sorry if everyone hates this. I wanted to be more creative 😭 it was very interesting to write smut with the reader having a dick since ive never written that before, I’ll admit I had a bit of difficulty trying to write in that pov 😭😭 upside down kiss - txt is absolutely the song for this fic 😼😼 I recommend. Babygirl let’s get freaky.
Please actually reblog !!!!!! and leave comments !!!! guys 😭 if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated and so nice tysm !<3🙏💕🌷🌷! It’s incredibly discouraging and disappointing when fics have such little reblogs. At least send an anon in the inbox if you don’t want to rb, don’t just like. Feedback is always appreciated it makes writers want to actually write more :)
I was already so excited just by the sight of nia posting a fic and I'm so glad I decided to open tumblr again cause holy fuck this was such a joyride because I've been wanting to read this exact plot for a while, I owe nia a big time because of how well executed this is. At first I was already salivating when I read the title, the next thing I knew I was already drooling LMAAOOOO.
"it'll be fun, c'mon jake live a little." they say.
JAKE, who stays in his room all day, drowns himself in quantum theories and avoids social gatherings all together.
but going out of your comfort zone couldn't hurt anyone right?
he regrets everything the second he walked into the club. the stench of booze, the blinking lights surrounding his vision — it was a different environment that he was used to.
the low yet earth shaking bass reverberates the entire scene: people grinding against each other, some making out near the stalls, some situated in booths watching dancers swaying to the music, their bodies fluid to the rhythm, flowing like water.
he was already missing his room and being buried deep into the textbooks with questions that gave him the adrenaline but not this type of adrenaline. the type that makes him excited to unravel what happens next like the process of solving equations that makes him want to keep doing it, just like how the feeling of sex was too addicting to let go.
JAKE, who walks into the private booth, closing his eyes and lips pressed into a line while his thoughts were shouting at him.
oh god, oh god, oh god…
he gently sits on the couch with tense muscles and a flustered face. the faint music in the background muffles with his thoughts, refusing to make any eye contact with you while he prays to himself for what he was about go through. he blames his friends for setting up but maybe it wouldn't be as bad as he thought it would be….right?
"o-oh f-fu-ck!" he watches the way you sink down onto his dick, his pupils dilating as his brain starts to get all fuzzy, glasses almost falling off his face. he was incredibly hard, dick stiff and sensitive to the bone. his mind was turning into goo, couldn't form a single thought as the tightness of your pussy was messing with his brain. every thought, every word completely short circuits whenever your entrance would massage the base of his shaft and his aching tip.
"o-oh g-god…" your pussy was taking him with such ease, watching the way both your juices mix together like an experiment.
his hand never left his mouth, muffled moans were begging to escape as you started to pick up the pace. "h-holy s-sh-hit.." he clenches his eyes shut, trying to avoid your gaze but if anything, he felt even worse, his mind was forcing him to imagine, to relish in the feeling. "m-miss — p-p-please — s-slow d-down..!" he tried to utter words but the pace you were going at, his words just sounded like broken moans, vocal cords left hoarse and cracked as every pound made his voice stammer with roughness. you softly moan as his dick was hitting all your weak spots, giving your cervix a kiss whenever his tip would make contact with the pit of your entrance.
the sounds of your moans and the skin slapping echoes throughout the quiet room, the hot breaths fusing together making the scene much more intense. his hair that was slightly messy, was now even messier, his glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, all fogged up from the stimulation. "m-miss i'm g-gonna—" he cums, deep inside your pussy, puddles threatening to leak out of your hole.
fuck how was he gonna recover from this.
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"yo do you think he's ok?"
"speaking of him, he's coming over here — let's ask him." his friends spot jake, approaching them with stumbling feet and a disheveled state.
"hey man — whoa you good dude?" they take in jake's state, glasses crooked, hair less messy but still ruffled up and lipstick marks scattered on his cheeks and the valley of his neck.
"good? why wouldn't I be?" he smiles.
lolli: you've completed the objective! what's your plan now?
pairing: nsfw manhwa artist ! beomgyu x fem student ! reader
warnings: sub beomgyu, virgin beomgyu, dom reader, loss of virginity, hand job, beomgyu has sensitive thighs, kinda thigh kink, ear licking, marking, cum eating, grinding, riding, use of pet name ‘puppy’, degrading, praise, hand holding, hating men lol
synopsis: your favourite femdom manhwa goes on hiatus, leaving you heartbroken. You join your uni’s manga club in hopes of finding something else fun to do. Unbeknownst to you, your favourite author is sitting amongst you.
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You’d recently joined your university’s severely underfunded manga club under the guise of picking up a new hobby. And whilst it was partially to pick up a new hobby, there was another underlying reason you probably wouldn’t tell anyone else about. You were grieving.
‘Rotten Peonies.’
The greatest piece of erotic femdom manhwa to ever grace the digital shelves, in your personal opinion. It was your favourite manhwa of all time and it was everything you could possibly ever want in a piece of media, as if it were a rare fruit hand picked specially just for you, that it was pretty uncanny how much it suited just to your own taste buds.
You waited eagerly every week to read the latest chapter and it was what kept you going when uni life and just every other aspect of life got too hectic, too stressful, too…much. It was your escape and you were so attached to all the characters by now, but mostly the male lead, Choi Taekbae. From his pretty character design with the shaggy wolfcut, brown doe eyes and rosy cheeks, to his funny, playful, golden retriever-esque personality, to the way he orbited around the female lead like a lovesick puppy, he was completely your type to the T. And the way he acted around and treated the female lead, submitting to them, letting them do whatever they wanted to him, never ceased to make you giggle and sigh out at your screen.
Taekbae was completely unlike how real men were and the manhwa was made totally catered towards the eyes of women: gorgeous art style and fashion, well thought out characters, real chemistry, and just the good amount of filthy. It understood what women actually wanted to see. Unlike all that other grotesque, borderline pedophilic slop men wrote. With the highly unrealistic female characters reduced to boobs ridiculously the size of hot air balloons, yet they always had a stick thin figure somehow, body proportions way off to be real. And of course, they always had to make them act child-like too, always in need of saving by their way too muscular toxic, alpha man. That’s why you liked ‘Rotten Peonies’ and taekbae so much, it was refreshing.
Real men will always end up disappointing you one day. You lived by that, you’d seen it happen many a times, had it happen to yourself a few times too. They’ll let you down, they’re all the same, some just take longer to show their true colours. It’s only a matter of when it will happen, not if.
You did not know who the writer was, appearing under a pen name ‘CBG’, but you’re so certain it’s a woman because there was no way in hell a man would ever have the capabilities to write such a masterpiece. A very cool, very feminist, very cultured, intellectual woman with impeccable taste. You admired her art and looked up to her so much.
But it wasn’t just how deliciously drawn the panels of Choi Taekbae were when he was getting fucked with pretty, teary eyes—which you meticulously saved to your camera roll—that you were drawn to by now, the plot was captivating and you were also incredibly emotionally invested and attached to the storyline as well. Surprisingly, the story was quite sweet and butterflies-in-your-stomach inducing, making you also read it for the cute, romantic moments between the main characters, while cursing the universe for not handing you your own Taekbae.
Which is why your stomach had completely dropped, utterly devastated after you had eagerly anticipated the latest chapter like you usually do, giggling into your pillow and kicking your feet at taekbae until the very end, then biting your nails at the very tense cliffhanger. It’s alright, you just have to wait one week, you’d told yourself. You’d absentmindedly scrolled down to read the author’s note, and thats when you saw the two words that shattered your entire world:
On hiatus !
‘Sorry I’m just not having much inspiration at the moment to continue anymore!’
No, no, no. This can’t be. What were you supposed to look forward to anymore?! Some series’ remain on hiatus for so long and never end up coming back. What if CBG never writes for it ever again? What if you never find out what happens next, what became of Taekbae and the female lead? What were you supposed to do without seeing new panels of taekbae anymore? Were you supposed to just keep on living? Without closure?
So, maybe you are being a little bit too dramatic, but it doesn’t matter, your beloved manhwa !
You were beyond distraught, completely devastated, which led you to joining your uni’s manga club in the mean time to cope. At least it would have you looking forward to something else every week. You also just wanted to learn about the actual process of making comics, since you always found it intriguing how your favourite author could even possibly make such art, could evoke so much emotions from you with a single panel. And who knows, maybe you could even create your own little stories and characters, your own world to escape too sometimes.
Being at the manga club had made you completely empathetic towards your favourite author. You could perfectly understand why they might have went on a hiatus now, it was hard work and there was a lot that actually went into it. And, despite there being not many members, it was very insightful. You were starting to enjoy it a lot, picking up a new hobby instead was actually really fun. Or, it would have been.
Choi Beomgyu.
“So do we get free snacks, or was that false advertising or something?”
“They’re not technically free.” Kai, your club president, had explained politely, still giving him a friendly smile. “Everyone takes turns each week to bring in snacks or bake them for all the members to eat.”
“Cool.” He’d leaned in, ripping open a packet of crisps with ill manners, not bothering to listen for the rest of the meeting.
That was your first impression of him, and you can’t say you’ve seen him in a better light, in fact, it only consolidated your thoughts about him. He’d joined around the same time as you and he was pretty insufferable. He was lazy, never took the lessons seriously like how you did, irritatingly, inexplicably handsome—not that it matters—and he made the most annoying, eye rolling commentary and jokes ever during the sessions.
While the rest of you actually tried to analyse storyboarding techniques, effects, and how to create and draw backgrounds, beomgyu spent most of the club meetings sprawled across the folded chairs, legs spread wide and munching on snacks obnoxiously loud, saying stupid things for attention like, “Do you reckon Shonen writers have a kink for dead parents or…? Like, why do they always have to add that?” You’d watched, eye twitching as his crumbs scattered over the stack of carefully arranged Shonen volumes on the table. Why he was here, at your nerdy little club, you didn’t know.
Actually, you were also absolutely sure he was only here for the free snacks, which it wasn’t like that was just a mere speculation anyway, the dead giveaway being that he’d eat and shamelessly pocket away half the snacks on the table.
He was exactly the type of man you hated in this world, that made you pray, hopefully, somewhere out there in this world, there could be a choi taekbae.
Kai cheerfully clapped his hands today, earning everyone’s attention. “Alright, everyone! We’re going to pair up and try to create a short one-shot manga based on the shoujo genre. Doesn’t need to be perfect, it’s just for fun and to show to everyone else next week!”
You sat straighter in your chair, excited. Maybe you’d even make something inspired by Rotten Peonies, something worthy of CBG herself.
But, with you and beomgyu being the newbies, of course, everyone had made their own tight knit group of friends by now, already pairing up with their best mates, which unfortunately left just you and choi beomgyu on your own. You look around the room desperately crazed, frantically hoping there was someone else left on their own, but to no avail, there was no one else you could work with.
And so, you were forced to partner up with him. This was going to be utter hell.
“Guess we’re partners.” Beomgyu smirks, folding his arms and leaning back in his chair. “Don’t worry. I’m a creative genius. You’re in good hands.”
You scoff incredulously at him. “Yeah right.”
That’s how you ended up at beomgyu’s dorm, sitting cross legged on his bed, a notebook between you as you both tried to brainstorm ideas together.
“Do you even know what you’re doing?” You ask, narrowing your eyes as beomgyu tapped his pen on the paper repeatedly with creased brows in exaggerated concentration.
“Yes,” Beomgyu says confidently. “Actually, I’m pretty experienced.” He looks up at you with infuriatingly self assured eyes, twirling the pen around his fingers, doing, admittedly, pretty impressive pen tricks. “It’s my passion.”
You don’t believe that, leaning back and crossing your arms at him. “Well, do you even know what shoujo is?”
“Yeah, Shoujo is catered towards girls-” He says, looking pleased with himself but then breaks off, frowning as if struck by a revelation, tossing the pen onto the bed and suddenly getting up. “Wait a sec.” Before you could ask what he’s doing, he hops off the mattress and disappears for a bit into the kitchen without another word. A few minutes later, he returns triumphantly with a pack of gummy sweets, chewing on them.
You raise a brow at him.
“What? I love gummies.” Beomgyu tilts his head, muffled with his mouth disgustingly full with them, cheeks all round and puffed.
“At this age?”
He shakes his head at you, tutting. “Wowww. You’re ageist. I’m going to twitter and I’m gonna cancel you.”
“They’re way too sweet for anyone who’s not nine.” You roll your eyes and retort.
He makes a deeply offended look your way and plops himself back down onto the bed, stuffing four more of the sweets into his mouth all at once, not even bothering to ask you if you’d like them too, or asking if you’d like to eat or drink anything for that matter. Some host he is.
“Right. Ideas?” You sigh, waiting for him to diligently chew the sweets he’d gobbled up at once before he can speak again, his mouth still full and frankly, looking like he was struggling.
Finally, beomgyu swallows with a cartoonish gulp and then brightens up instantly. “We should make a parody of shoujo tropes. It’s usually romance, set in high school, there’s holding umbrellas out for the heroine, someone gets sick and the other nurses them back, school trip to the beach, someone confessing during firework festivals, an annoying ex comes back from the dead, they’re locked in a storage room, there’s only one bed, blah, blah, you know all that stuff.”
He’s strangely pretty informed on this. You nod in approval, a parody could be a good idea. You’re a pretty competitive person, and whilst it’s not even being judged, you still have this need to be the best out of everyone else and to impress your club president. “Uh huh. Okay. We need character ideas.”
“Well, there has to be a hot guy. Girls love that.” Beomgyu draws a large, lopsided stick figure on the paper, labelling it ‘HOT GUY.’ He grins stupidly and shoves the notebook proudly towards you. “This is our male lead. This is Hot Guy.”
You stare at it, unimpressed. “I don’t think we can hand that in. I’m gonna be honest.”
Beomgyu rolls his eyes, “Obviously not. We just need to figure out who he is first.”
“A cliche bad boy?” You suggest.
Beomgyu dramatically scribbles ‘BAD BOY’ drawing out an arrow from the stick man.
You pinch your nose bridge. You don’t think you’ll get a lot done today. “Let’s give him a name then.”
“Timmy.”
“WE’RE NOT CALLING HOT GUY THAT.”
“What? Timmy is iconic. I’d swoon over him.” Beomgyu theatrically places a hand over his chest in mock sincerity.
Shaking your head, you grab the notebook and pen out of his grasp, ignoring the accidental brush of his warm, soft fingers against yours- Clearing your throat, you cross out Timmy and write Seojun instead.
“I still think it’s a good name. Timmy…” Beomgyu mutters mournfully.
You ignore him. “Okay we need to give Hot Guy Seojun a personality.”
Beomgyu pouts but perks back up and contemplates, tapping his chin and looking up to the ceiling in deep thought. “Maybe…everyone thinks he’s this bad boy but he’s actually not at all, what if he’s actually a scaredy cat? Shy? If it’s a parody, what if we reverse the stereotypical gender roles? Make the female protagonist the bolder one?
“Ooh. That’s kinda good.” You nod, eyes lighting up, slightly impressed that he could even form any ideas. “Write that down.”
The both of you get excited now, beomgyu clearly very happy that you liked his suggestion, smiling back at you with little crescent moon eyes. You draw out arrows, bouncing ideas back and forth, adding traits to your male protagonist, what he likes and dislikes, what he could look like, what he could wear. Once you were done, it was time to properly sketch Hot Guy Seojun out.
“I’ll do it,” Beomgyu volunteers, snatching the pen before you could argue. You watch him fully skeptical, ready to mock whatever doodle he comes up with, expecting another one of his lopsided stick figures. But once he’s done and pushes the notebook pridefully your way to see, you’re taken by complete surprise.
Because it was good, like, really good.
A very handsome man with messy hair, fox like eyes and a sharp jawline stares up at you from the page, a drawing exactly like how you’d expect a male lead in a comic to look like. His art style was surprisingly so pretty, it almost reminded you of CBG’s, but it’s probably a common style. Clean, expressive, precise. His line work and perfect inking had this polished look to it that you’d only ever seen in actual professional manhwas and mangas.
“…You can draw?!” You blurt out, astounded.
Beomgyu tilts his head innocently, feigning offence. “Of course I can. I said I was experienced. This is my passion.”
“Why did you join the manga club?” You query, still in awe at his drawing skills.
Beomgyu shrugs, spinning the pen in his hand. “I like making comics in my spare time but I’ve been struggling with it lately. Thought if I joined I could learn more and get my motivation back maybe. What about you?” Beomgyu asks curiously, “Why’d you join?”
“My favourite manhwa series went on hiatus.” You confess. “I didn’t have anything else fun to do anymore so I joined the club because I wanted to learn about the process and maybe make my own.” But you couldn’t refrain yourself, once you started talking about it, you couldn’t stop, couldn’t help but go on a long, impassioned rant. “—She left us on such a big cliffhanger! And the main guy, Taekbae, oh my god, he’s my favourite character ever, he’s literally perfect and so cute and funny and my type and-”
Suddenly beomgyu pauses mid pen spin, eyes going wide eyed. You were too busy, gesticulating animatedly to notice though. “You’re a big fan, huh?” Beomgyu asks carefully, slowly.
“I’m her biggest fan,” you declare. “I was so heartbroken when I saw the hiatus note.”
“Huh.” A grin slowly spreads across his face, “Yeah… i’ll get to it eventually.”
You blink at him. “Huh?” What was this dude even going on about?
He leans forward, looking insufferably smug. “You’re talking about Rotten Peonies. I’m CBG.”
You stare at him. He stares back. Then you snort, incredulous. “Yeah, right.”
“I’m serious!” Beomgyu says, still grinning. “CBG. Choi. Beom. Gyu. That’s me. I drew it, idiot.”
“No. No, you didn’t.” This was a very weird joke of his. But then again, you’ve never quite understood his type of humour. Although, you don’t know how he knew you were talking about Rotten Peonies, though saying taekbae’s name might have given it away. Still, why would he even know that?
“Yes I did.”
“You didn’t.”
“Did.”
“No.”
“I literally did!”
“Prove it!”
Exasperatedly, beomgyu flips to a blank sheet and in a minute, sketches out an exact perfect replica of a Rotten Peonies panel of taekbae and the heroine. “Believe me now?”
You gape. “Okay…that’s…scarily accurate. But this still doesn’t actually prove anything. You just copied it out.”
Beomgyu sighs, getting up to rifle through a folder on his desk. Out came piles of drafts, storyboards, covers. He even pulls up his publishing account on his laptop, in which you can clearly see he was the author.
Your jaw hit the floor. “Holy shit—” You just blink at him, utterly dumbfounded, brain short circuiting.
He was CBG.
How was that possible?
CBG was a girl! Okay, it was never actually stated, but how can a man write so much emotional depth, actual good erotica? And most of all, Choi Beomgyu, the guy who manspreads and leaves crumbs all on the shonen mangas, who makes the dumbest commentary?!
Then, you grab his shirt in both fists, eyes wild, shaking him hysterically, “YOU MUST WRITE THE NEXT PART! I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS AFTER THEIR ARGUMENT ABOUT BEING MORE THAN FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS AND THE WHOLE SHIT WITH BAEKHYUNG!”
“Wha-hey! Okay, okay.” Beomgyu flails and yelps, slightly freaked out by you. “You’re…very intense.”
“I’ve been going insane.” You snap, still clutching onto his shirt, just accepting the maddening information you found out, there were more pressing matters here, your beloved manhwa was on the line.
Beomgyu sheepishly sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Honestly, I’ve been struggling with the sex scenes. They feel… I dunno. Unrealistic? Like I’m not doing it right.”
You knit your brows, you’ve never thought that. Everything was perfect. “Why do you think that?”
“Because I don’t…” Beomgyu hesitates, cheeks blooming pink. “I…I don’t…”
“Don’t what?” You press him.
Beomgyu sighs again. “I don’t actually know what it’s like..” he winces, ears also going a very vivid, bright shade of red.
Your eyes go wide. “No way. You mean, you’re a virgin?”
“Shut up.” Beomgyu mumbles, completely embarrassed and averting your gaze.
You laugh so hard your sides hurt. “You’ve been drawing porn this whole time, and you’ve never even had sex?”
Beomgyu groans, burying his face in his hands which only makes you giggle even more at him. It’s quite cute.
And that’s when it hits you.
The wolfcut. The shy, embarrassed flush. The way his puppy eyes dart away like he’d die of shame. You gasp. “OH MY GOD. Taekbae’s literally just a self-insert because you can’t get laid! You mean I’ve been thirsting over your self-insert this whole time?!
Beomgyu’s head shoots up, furrowing his brows in denial. “What-NO! Self insert?? No, he’s nothing like me.”
“You literally gave him your hair!”
“That’s a coincidence!”
You arch a brow, unimpressed, giving him a stern, deadpan look as if to say ‘come on, it’s so obvious.’
He deflates under your gaze. “Well, okay, maybe a little-”
You cross your arms and huff, but you’re heavily amused right now, narrowing your eyes as you stare at him cryptically. “So…what you’re saying is that you’d write again, get inspiration, if…someone actually fucked you?”
Beomgyu opens his mouth then closes it, utterly speechless.
“Fine. I’ll do it.” You shrug.
“You’ll—what?!”
“I’ll pop your cherry. You better write that next part.”
You could tell he was nervous, practically hyperventilating, chewing on his bottom lip raw.
“Relax, beomgyu.”
“I am!”
“No…you’re not. I know I’m hot and all, but breathe.”
You sat behind him, your chest pressed against his back, your legs spread as he sat in between them, your breath tickling the side of his neck and making goosebumps arise on his skin and his whole body, visibly shuddering. Beomgyu squeezes his eyes tightly shut.
You sigh, placing your hand onto his thigh thinking it’d calm him but it only makes him jolt violently. You try again, voice softer, rubbing slow circles on his skin. “If it’s too much you’ll tell me, okay?”
Beomgyu’s throat bobs, his sharp adam’s apple moving up and down as he nods, a little more relaxed, but still only a little. “Mmh.”
You bring your hand to hold his bare cock, thumb pressed on his slit, very lightly, only slightly, swirling your thumb around on his fat, pink, leaky tip. The effect is immediate, beomgyu sucks in a shaky breath, gazing down at what you’re doing to him, so flustered at the sight. You try to calm him down some more, trying to loosen him up as he sat so stiffly, so on edge, only keeping those light, slow ministrations for him to be able to get used to it. Your other hand combs gently through his soft hair, massaging his scalp as he leans into your touch.
“M-more…” beomgyu speaks up after a while, faint but needy, feeling a lot more comfortable now.
You stilled. “You sure?”
He nods so quickly you almost laugh, and so you slowly start sliding your hand up and down, smearing the slickness on his length. Beomgyu’s thighs tremble, a little closed whimper escaping from his mouth. Your free hand grabs onto his thigh again, digging your nails into the pretty plushness, partly to stop them from shaking, but also because you heavily enjoyed his reactions when you touched his thigh.
“Jesus, are your thighs that sensitive?”
Beomgyu attempts to shake his head, but you can see the way his eyes already glaze over just from your slow movements on his dick and your hand gripping his thigh, “N-no-!” You rake your sharp nails down them, dragging and leaving a little trail of faint, reddened lines onto the skin that was once unblemished. A squeaky, startled noise leaves beomgyu’s mouth at that, bucking into your hand, hips jerking. You want to leave his thighs filled with all sorts of marks and scratches and bites and kisses, they’d look prettier like that.
You hold onto his thigh harder, squeezing the flesh, bringing your pace on his dick a little faster and your hand wrapping a little tighter around his girth. Beomgyu clasps a hand to his mouth, eyes squeezed shut in overwhelming pleasure and trying to quiet down the loud moan he just let out.
“Why are you slapping your hand to your mouth? We’re at your dorm?”
“O-oh right…” Beomgyu removes his hand from his mouth, placing his hand down and balling it into a tiny little fist on his lap instead, still trying to fruitlessly suppress all the noises he’s making, incredibly shy and bashful and you can’t help but giggle at him. The next noise that spills out of him is a strangled whimper, caught halfway between embarrassment and overwhelming pleasure.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s just you and me here. No one else can hear.” You coo at him, bringing your hand to play with the soft locks of his hair once more, “I want to hear your pretty moans. Don’t hide them.” You ghost your lips over his neck, gently placing kisses on the delicate column of his neck, but of course, his neck is sensitive too.
You lick a slow stripe up the side of his dainty neck, watching the way he shivers as you chuckle, now sucking hickeys onto it, seeing how they slowly appear on his skin like ink blotches seeping into paper, violet and maroon and magenta, an assortment of colours on his porcelain complexion.
His fairy-like ears are so cute too, so red, and small, you catch his ear lobe in between your teeth, pulling and tugging and then licking a stripe along them too as beomgyu’s squirms and whimpers at the feeling, sucking nastily on his ear, watching him writhe.
You pick up the pace of stroking his cock, pumping him up and down, thumbing at the slit, twisting your fist at the base, and it’s all too much for him, breath faltering with every stroke. He throws his head back, resting it on your neck, succumbing into you and slumping onto your own body, you’re basically holding onto him, definitely not stiff anymore. His deep chesty, restrained moans, becoming breathier and whinier as times goes on, losing himself completely, “H-hahhh…” beomgyu pants as you whisper a mix of filthy words and praises into his ear.
Another grab at his thigh and digging your sharp nails deeper into them, and you feel the spurts of his cum reach your hand with a ragged cry. He orgasms fast, but that’s what you expected anyway, he’s a virgin after all. Beomgyu turns his head, hiding his face and panting into your neck, “Woah…t-that was…”
You scoop up his pretty cum onto your index and middle finger, bringing it to his face, “Open your mouth, puppy.”
Beomgyu widens his eyes, but the pet name clearly fries his brain, because he accepts, opening his mouth for you obediently. Of course being called puppy gets to him, it’s obvious, if not for the light pet play that appeared pretty often in the manhwa he wrote. Beomgyu’s tongue peeks out, letting you stuff your fingers into his mouth, he looks at you as he wraps his lips around them, sucking and licking his own cum clean off your fingers, doing it so well, moaning around your fingers, his eagerness and the way his eyes were fixed on you filthy and obscene but so sexy.
The sight was too familiar. You’ve seen this in Rotten Peonies with taekbae, his puppy eyes looking up at the female lead as he diligently sucks on her fingers, swallowing his own cum, you’ve saved it to your camera roll, added it to your hidden file. This was so strange. You can’t say you didn’t like it though. Especially now that you’re seeing the resemblance with takebae and beomgyu, god this freak was really just writing his own fantasies.
“You’ve been dreaming of this haven’t you, virgin?” You tease but beomgyu just nods, unable to say anything. “Pathetic.” You spit out, as if the sight of him wasn’t making your pussy flutter and making you so incredibly soaked through your panties, as if it wasn’t everything you’ve pretty much wanted.
You pull your fingers out of his mouth slowly, watching the connecting string of saliva from his and your fingers stretch. Then you grab his shoulders, pushing him down onto the bed and you crawl on top of him, straddling him. He immediately tenses again, getting nervous all over.
You take your bottoms off, leaving you in your underwear and you seat yourself on his bare cock, sliding your clothed pussy on his sensitive dick. Beomgyu nearly chokes, breath catching in his throat.
You roll your hips lazily, moving and grinding against him over and over, your own lips parted as the friction bumps with your clit, your panties soaked by now and leaking onto his own wet dick. Beomgyu’s head falls back into the pillow, throwing his forearm over his face, other hand curling into the sheets tightly.
“Beomgyu,” you murmur, grinning at his fucked out expression. “Take my shirt off.”
Beomgyu freezes like a cute little deer in headlights. Slowly, awkwardly, he tugs at the hem until you help him yank it over your head. He stills when faced with your bra, staring dumbly, seemingly bewildered.
“And my bra.” You deadpan.
He reaches up, attempting to, nervously fiddling.
“Are you serious right now?”
“I’m trying!” Beomgyu protests and whines. And after far too long, the clasp finally comes undone. At the sight of your tits, beomgyu’s mouth falls open, flustered beyond belief and eyes completely glued to them in awe, like he’d never seen boobs in his life-which, you guess he hadn’t.
“You’re so hot.” He doesn’t even move, still staring and gawking at your tits in disbelief.
Rolling your eyes, you grab his hand and press it firmly to one of your breasts to which he lets out a gasp. “You’re allowed to touch, you know.”
“O-okay…”
Beomgyu cups one of your tits in his hand, still in awe, squeezing inexperienced, too timid, too unsure, just little presses and squeezes, bringing his thumb to slowly brush, feeling your nipple, and gaping. “It’s so soft…and squishy.”
You laugh, almost, fondly at him. He writes and draws all this filthy shit, and yet he acts like this. “You’ve drawn countless panels of porn, how are you so clueless?”
Beomgyu furrows his brows, his face on fire. “Drawing and doing are two very different things you know!!”
You giggle once more at his expression, voice dripping with mockery . “Come on, even taekbae knows this much.”
He just hides his face in his hands, those small, little breathy moans and gasps still escaping him as you continue to hump his dick, grinding down on him, sliding your clothed pussy along him.
“Aw, my dumb little virgin. You want me to fuck you? Do you wanna know what it feels like to be inside me, hm?” you purr, leaning down just enough so your breath ghosts against his ear.
Beomgyu just nods along to your words stupidly like a bobblehead, moving his hips mindlessly with yours, speechless and unable to speak up, eyes half lidded and his thick long lashes fluttering.
You grab his chin in your hand, grinding down harder on him for emphasis. “Use your words, dumb puppy.”
“Please,” he blurts out immediately, voice cracking so high, “please, wan’ you to fuck me…Want you to take me.”
“You wouldn’t be cumming inside me within seconds like a little virgin, would you?”
“No, nonono.” Beomgyu shakes his head wildly, “Promise I won’t. Want to be inside, please. Please?”
The desperation of his voice goes straight to your core and you lift yourself off him to rid yourself of your drenched underwear and discarding it carelessly. His eyes follow your movements like a starved, waiting dog, gaze snapping back up to you when your hand wraps around his cock. You grab his dick, using the head to rub your clit, drawing little stuttered gasps from his lips, sliding him over your slicked entrance and folds, the feeling of your pussy actually on his dick, too much for him already, his hips twitching helplessly beneath you. Beomgyu mewls, head thrashing against his pillow. “O-oh—fuck—please—”
“Are you really sure, beomgyu?” You ask him again, gently, sincerely, scanning all over his face for any uncertainty.
“Yeah, yes-want it so bad.” Beomgyu pants needily, hips jerking up desperately just at the thought.
You inspect his face once more for any hesitation and then take a hold of his dick, hovering, just about to sink down on his fat tip, the head of his cock pressing right against your entrance, and suddenly, he panics.
“Fuck, fuck, shit, okay. I’m kinda scared.” Beomgyu comically breathes in and out, his heart racing, bracing himself.
But you find it quite endearing and entertaining, laughing softly. “Scared of what?”
“I don’t know!”
“Do you want to be inside me or not?”
“Fuck, I do.” Beomgyu whines, seemingly in a dilemma.
You lean down, staring at him assuring and serious, cupping his face, pressing his hot cheek to your palm and you feel him melt and relax instantly at your touch. “It’s okay gyu, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. You have to tell me though.”
Beomgyu nods, looking into your eyes too. “Y-you can do it. I want you to.” he says finally, voice trembling but certain.
So you ever so slowly, sink down all the way onto his cock, inch by inch until he’s buried inside to the hilt. It knocks the wind completely out of beomgyu, gasping for air, throwing his head back so theatrically, moaning out so long and loud, it doesn’t sound like it could be real, straight pornographic, his entire body arched. “Ohh. oh my g-Oh my god…”
“Is this okay?”
“Y-yeah…ffuck.”
Beomgyu reaches his hand out like a man drowning, grasping and taking a hold of one of your hands in his, and interlocking them as if grounding him, holding onto it so tightly as he tries to catch his breath, panting deeply. You don’t move, waiting for him to get used to the feeling of being inside your pussy first.
“Shit, ‘m okay. You can keep going.”
You swivel your hips around him, then leisurely, for his sake, start riding him. Beomgyu reacts to everything, every roll of your hips, every shift of angle, sending him spiralling further, literally so sensitive it’s unreal, every sensation so new to him, his appearance and the noises he makes are priceless, cute, deep, whiny little cries slipping past his lips.
As time goes on, and you quicken your pace, bouncing on his sticky dick, still holding his hand, beomgyu is long gone, not knowing how to endure being fucked. The most dumbest, debauched, dreamy expression taking over his entire face, genuinely drooling, dribbling down from the corner of his mouth and onto his chin. Apparently, you’d fucked him dumb already.
“Puppy, does it feel good?” You taunt, even though his expression was already answer enough.
It takes beomgyu a while for him to even register you’d asked him a question, and an even longer while to actually formulate an actual thought and an answer.
Beomgyu’s eyelids droop heavily with pleasure, sweat beading his brow, slurring his words and his lisp fully coming out, “ughh is sso goood, ugh-ah, pussy sso perfect. It’s ssso…” he was meant to say more, but he doesn’t bother continuing, cutting himself off, his eyes flickering down, getting hypnotised, watching as your tits jiggle with every bounce right in front of his face, wonderstruck by this. What a perv.
He looks just like how taekbae looks when he’s getting fucked right now, so delirious, he sounds so wrecked, definitely looks like it too. His messy, sweat ridden bangs of his brown wolfcut falling into his eyes. All you can see now is his glossy, glistening, plump, round lips parted and stustained in the perfect shape of an ‘o’.
This entire predicament is still so crazy to you, you’re basically fucking your favourite character in a way. You can’t believe he’s still CBG who you looked up to. The annoying idiot from your manga club who scoffs all the snacks. You also can’t believe you’re seeing Choi beomgyu like this, and you never thought he’d be a virgin.
“Will you kiss me?” That cuts your thoughts off.
“Huh?”
“Please. Kiss me?” Beomgyu looks up at you with devastatingly vulnerable, sparkly, round, big, eyes, his voice small. He looks like he’d cry if you say no to him, pleading at you, needing the intimacy.
So you sigh, leaning down to capture your lips with his, kissing him softly but messily, tongues tangling together. Beomgyu whimpers sweetly into your mouth, closing his eyes and so into kissing you, his hand that has been interlaced with yours this entire time, refusing to let go, squeezing even tighter as you ruthlessly ride him. Wet, filthy sounds of you fucking him take over the room, as well as a plethora of beomgyu’s pretty, euphonious moans he emits into your mouth that you gobble up, increasing in volume and reaching an octave higher, music to your ears.
You bite at his bottom lip, dragging your teeth and he pulls away for air, “y/n…I’m soo closee...” Incoherent words of begging and your name, falling past his lips, face contorted with overwhelming bliss and ecstasy. You clench around his cock so tightly on purpose, earning a mangled, raw moan from him and he cums immediately after, cumming so hard from being fucked for the first time and shooting a substantial amount of his load inside that it overflows, and when you pull yourself off, it all stickily oozes back onto and around his dick, his breath coming out in ragged sobs and gasps of disbelieved pleasure. “Fuckfuckfuck—” Beomgyu cries out, astonished and overwhelmed with everything right now.
He doesn’t last long again, you not even being able to have your own orgasm, but you can’t even be annoyed at him. He’s so cute. His gorgeous reactions to everything and the way he was so sensitive was so much more worth it and rewarding than any orgasm, and even better than reading any of the manhwa panels, the images of beomgyu fully engrained in your head, it’s fine, you can get off to it later.
You let him ride it out, cooing soft praises for his first time, calling him a good boy and saying that he did so well as he clings to you. You pull him in for another kiss, thinking he’d appreciate it but he can barely kiss you back, his body literally limp and boneless. He still doesn’t let go of your hand, bringing his other hand up so he can hold your other one too, quietly whimpering into your mouth.
“Well,” you murmur when you pull back, still perched on top of his convulsing frame. “Was that inspiration enough?”
“Uh huh…” Beomgyu pants raggedly, a far away look in his eyes, half conscious.
So, perhaps there are real men like taekbae out there. Well, only one.
Please actually reblog !!!!!! and leave comments !!!! guys if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated and so nice tysm !<3🙏💕🌷🌷! It’s incredibly discouraging and disappointing when fics have such little reblogs. At least send an anon in the inbox if you don’t want to rb, don’t just like. Feedback is always appreciated it makes writers want to actually write more :)
A/n: yipeee. I hope you guys like this 😭 idk if it turned out the way people were expecting but ! I think this would be a good series where they fuck so beomgyu gets inspiration and ideas for his manhwa 😭 but I’m not gonna write it loll.
I'm so happy that I read this that I could bawl an ocean 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I love this so much and what else I even forgot on what to say HENWJUDDYCHSKIQIWHRBF I love you forever fairyofshampgyu, you've fed my starved soul so so so well.
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