Kaiâs Pretty Girlfriend [6]: Where everyone can see
Txt ot5 x reader, Yeonjun focused, masterlist, [word count]
Warnings: face sitting, oral (f receiving), hand job (m receiving), unprotected sex (do NOT), pull out method, one (1) line of dry humping
Please overlook typos, Iâm only human (I swear I read these before posting them)
Yeonjun believes love is blazing and all consuming. Heâs fallen in and out of love more times than he can count. He likes the spark that it brings to his life, and nothing makes him feel more exhilarated than sharing that fire with another.
He looks back at the partners that heâs had in his life as torches that he holds close to his chest. Each torch aids the fire of his own heart, even if theyâre no longer part of his life. The good and the bad. The ones that broke him beyond repair and the ones he ended himself. He could never say he had a type before he realized his feelings for you, and now he canât see himself with anyone but you.
Yeonjunâs feelings for you snuck up on him. It was a warm balm rather than the fiery passion heâs used to. Youâve always been such a steady presence in his life. Whether itâs meeting him outside of Hybe when heâs worked well into the night (or morning) to make sure he makes it home safe or being a shoulder for him to cry on when things get tough, he knows he can rely on you.
He doesnât know when exactly his feelings for you started to take shape between the late nights and the hangouts you guys would have. But somewhere along the way, he started looking for your reactions to his jokes and searching for your approval. He may be older than you, but he feels like he has so much he can learn from you.
The way you walk through the world with such sureness, even in the uncertainty of it all. The way youâre able to light up a room with a gentle warmth, no matter the mood youâre in. If Yeonjun were the sun, youâd be the warmth of the stars around him. Surrounding him with a safe and comforting blanket and shedding light, even if the moon takes over.
If heâs ever fumbling with his footing and searching for a spot to rest or even pick him back up again, youâre there. Youâre always there. Always nearby with a silly joke to lift his spirits or advice to guide him. And if you can provide neither of those, youâre there to lend an ear. You listen to him not as an idol, or as a legendary trainee, or as anything but just Yeonjun.
Like tonight, heâd decided to spend some extra time in the practice room working on his solo comeback, and he asked you to join him. He knows you know next to nothing about dance or performance outside of what theyâve shared with you, but youâre here anyway. Watching and letting him know which parts are most entertaining to your untrained eyes and which are solid, even if not entertaining (youâre way too nice to him, telling him âIt all looks so good, Jun. Youâre too talented, share some with the rest of us, will you?â)
It may be the late hour or maybe just the exhaustion thatâs making him see things, but he can swear that he can feel your gaze tracking him. Or more specifically, his hips. Heâs not surprised; he knows exactly what heâs doing. Being watched, adored, is one of his favorite things after all. But he wonders if you realize what your eyes are doing- what you are doing to him.
He decides to take a break, relax, he doesnât want to pop a boner right in front of you. Though based on the change of energy in the air, he canât imagine youâd mind. He walks over to where his phone is playing music next to you on the floor and plops down beside you. He spreads his limbs wide and makes sure to jostle you a bit where you sit.
You whine and complain, but ultimately let him leave his legs on you. The room is silent besides Yeonjun lying next to you, trying to catch his breath. Itâs peaceful like this. You donât try to fill the silence or make small talk, content to rest in each otherâs presence. Yeonjun resolves to bring you over to practices more often. He figures theyâd all appreciate it. Having their own cute little cheerleader for the harder nights. Theyâd have trouble keeping their hands off of you thoughâŠ
Yeonjun goes to say just that when he feels your hands press against his calves. Your touch is light with little sweeping motions. He picks his head up to cock his eyebrow at you in a silent âwhatâs up,â but you donât respond to his question. Your touch gets more intense with long strokes leading up his legs wherever they can reach. He feels a bit pathetic at the way his cock chubs up at your motions, and he lifts his hips to adjust, but your eyes track the motion immediately. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips before you speak.
âJunie,â Your voice is light, as always, but itâs laced with something heâs never personally had the pleasure of hearing. âYou lookedâŠ. Good dancing.â Itâs a roundabout way of saying what you want, but Yeonjunâs not going to let you get away with it.
âIâd hope so.â Itâs easy to switch on the persona that he usually uses on stage, easy to narrow his eyes in a look that has everyone swooning. âIâm an idol after all. Thatâs my whole thing.â
âYeah, youâre right.â Your touch grows heavier, massaging along his thighs as you lean your body close to his face. âI liked it, though. Like my own little private performance.â
âOh?â His lips quirk up in a smirk. âYou think itâs ready for the big stage?â
âMaybeâŠâ You trail off as you consider your words. Your face scrunched in an adorable pout that makes Yeonjun want to kiss it off your face. âI think it was lacking a bit of passion.â
âReally?â He sits up, leaving his legs on your lap. âI was missing passion?â
âYes.â You huff petulantly as you look away from him. âI didnât feel your passion like I wanted to. Like I still want to.â
âHere, baby?â He looks around the empty practice room. Itâs empty and no one should be coming in this late (or early) at night anyway, but thereâs always a risk. âThe doors donât even lock.â
Your nails dig into his thighs before relaxing as you turn a glare at him. âI need you. Now, please.â
Yeonjun lets out a laugh at both your words and your expression, but who is he to refuse such a good offer? Heâs a man, not a saint. He pulls his legs out of your lap, breaking your hold on him before lunging at you and pushing you onto the floor. His hands hold the back of your head to protect it, but you still let out a shrill screech at his movements. That scream devolves into little giggles that he drinks into his mouth when he presses his lips to yours.
"I wanted to do this right." His words are rushed and marked with a searing kiss. "But, god, you make it so hard. Wanted to treat you well, take care of you." Another kiss. "But, I have to have you now."
He grinds his hips against yours just to see the way your eyes flutter and mouth parts to let out a sweet moan. He briefly considers having you like this, making you make a mess of yourself without even taking off your clothes- hell, youâre halfway there already just from watching him and a few kisses (and isnât that something), but he decides against it when another idea appears in his mind.
âWhat you to sit on my face.â You look at him in surprise, as if heâs joking, but heâs already lying flat on his back and looking at you with a shine in his eyes. âWill you do it? Will you let me make you feel good, pretty?â
You shuck off your shorts and damp panties before throwing one of your legs onto the other side of his head so youâre straddling it. You brace one hand on the smooth texture of the mirror and rest the other on the floor, but that doesnât stop the way you from hesitating for a moment before lowering yourself. It takes Yeonjunâs hands bracketing your thighs and pulling to get you there.
He slides a hand in the space between your cunt and his face to spread your lips to reveal your swollen clit and your fluttering hole to him. He lets out a groan at the sight. Youâre so wet, so pretty, so ready for him.
He laves his tongue against your clit and is rewarded with a sweet gasp from you as your thighs squeeze against his head.
When you glance at yourself in the mirror, youâre not surprised at the way you look wrecked. Your face is contorted in pleasure, mouth never closing as Yeonjun draws moans and gasps from you with his lips. Your shirt that neither of you bothered to remove is ruffled from his frantic hands and damp with sweat, sticking to your body. You look so desperate that you have to tear your eyes away from yourself because of the fire it ignites in your core.
Your eyes wander down to where Yeonjun is trapped between your thighs, and though you canât see his face in the mirror, you see his head rocking and his hands gripping your thighs like a lifeline. You shift a bit to the side and see the way his hips are thrusting into the air with his cock straining against his joggers. Your mouth waters at the sight, and you contort your body to place one of your hands onto the ground next to his hips and run the other one down his stomach to palm his erection.
âOff, Junie.â Your hands tap at his waistband. Yeonjun lets out a grunt as he kicks off his shoes and lifts his hips to help you push his pants and boxers down, but doesnât let that stop him from eating you out. Heâd be a fool to waste a single moment when he has you like this.
You lift a hand to your mouth to lick it and get to work before deciding against it. Instead, you let your hands travel lower and you gather the slick wetness thatâs a combination of your juices and Yeonjunâs spit and use that to aid the slide of your hands against his dick. Itâs, admittedly, not your best handjob in the world. You canât really fault yourself when Yeonjun uses his mouth and nose to make you feel so, so good. The angle is also off, but you make do.
Yeonjun is none the wiser. His hips kick up enthusiastically into the tight circle of your hands. Heâs letâs out short grunts whenever you dig the tip of your nail into his slit and outright moans whenever your hand trails lower to fondle his balls.
Heâs just started to tease your hole with his fingers when youâre coming with a cry of his name that quickly devolves into whimpers when he continues to lick and suck at the mess heâs made of you. Youâre still trembling when you find enough strength to raise yourself off his face and promptly lose that strength and fall onto the floor next to him. Yeonjunâs face is slick and shiny with your juices, and you canât help but press your lips to his, letting out a moan when you taste yourself on him.
The kiss is slow and languid as Yeonjun trails his hands over your body, raking over your naked hips before trailing up under your shirt to squeeze your tits. Yeonjun kisses you so gently while still managing to be all-consuming. His lips and tongue work to take your breath away while his hands press smooth patterns into your skin until youâre no longer trembling in his grip. Only then does he ask.
âThink you can take more, baby?â You can. You will.
Yeonjun gets behind you and pulls you up onto your hands and knees. Rubbing soothing circles in your hips with one hand as he slides two, then three fingers inside you to make sure youâre ready for him. He goes to line himself up before he realizes. âI donât have a condom, baby.â Itâs safe to say he doesnât expect the moan that leaves your mouth at his words.
ââs okay. Need you, Junie, please.â And if youâre not complaining, then he certainly isnât. Realistically, he knows that youâre probably saying that because thereâs no way he can get you pregnant, but that small chance that something could go wrong makes him all the more eager to get inside you. Itâs not like he wants to get you pregnant (not now anyway), but he lives for the thrill, for the risk. He lines himself up with trembling hands and pushes his hips forward to meet yours in a satisfying sound.
Your back drops into the perfect arch as soon as his pelvis is touching your ass, and, god, he could stay here forever. Itâs like you were made to take him. You look and feel so good, it takes everything in him to not come on the spot. Heâs quick to get to work, using your hips as his anchor to drive quick thrusts into you.
Your hands scramble for purchase on the hardwood floor but find nothing to grab onto. Yeonjun hopes your nails leave faint scratches on the floor that heâll have to explain as shoe marks, but only the two of you will know the truth. He wonders if the others would pick up on it, too. If theyâd picture him having you like this. If theyâd get jealous he had you here first. It shoots a spark to his core, and he resolves to make it happen. He moves his grip back to the back of your shirt and uses it to pull you into him harder, harder, and your resulting cries are the sweetest sounds heâs ever heard. He could get used to this. Coming to practice and then coming in you.
His hand locks into your hair and pulls it up, facing the mirror. âLook. I want you to watch me please you.â Your eyes flutter open, and Yeonjun loves the glossy sheen over them. Youâre so easy. If he can get you this wrecked even after exhausting himself, he canât wait to see how youâll look when he can devote all his energy to you.
âYou see that? See how pretty you look getting taken like this? For everyone to see?â
âLove it. I love it, Jun.â Yeonjun lets out a breathless chuckle at your words. You're so fucked out that you aren't even listening to him, just babbling out how good it is and how much you love it. Your enthusiasm has him burning over with pleasure, but he'll be damned if he finishes before you. What kind of man would he be if he couldn't pleasure his girl?
He plants his foot on the ground near your hips, and the motion pushes you further towards the mirror. He has to cup his hand over your forehead to make sure your pretty face doesn't get hurt in the midst of it all. He uses the new position to drive his hips into yours languidly, and the change causes him to go even deeper inside you. Your eyes close at the feeling, and it doesn't take long for your mindless words to change course.
"'m gonna cum, Jun." Your hands reach back to pat his hips, but that doesn't stop his thrusts. If anything, it causes him to go harder. "Oh, my god, 'm gonna-"
Your words are cut off by the near scream that escapes your body as you cum. Yeonjun continues thrusting to let you ride it out before swiftly pulling out and cumming on your back and ass. One of his hands works him through it as he watches his cum paint your body. After he's done, his hands pet your hips and thighs as you both catch your breath.
âCan I take a picture of you, baby?â His hands caress the swell of your ass being sure to not disturb his come laying on it. âWant the guys to see what a mess you made.â
Youâre nodding before he can finish his sentence. He scrambles to grab his phone and pushes your back into that oh so pretty arch of yours. He also pushes the shirt thatâs ruined with swear up your body to show off your skin. Itâs a shame he didnât mark it up but you still look so good like this.
He snaps a quick mirror picture of himself behind you giving lazy peace sign and another of a close up of the mess he made on you. Leaving a text below saying âpractice went well.â After that he lays down next to you and pulls you into his arms. Giving soft kisses on the top of your head and whispering mindless praises into your hair. He knows, realistically, that he should clean you up and get the hell out of there before someone comes knocking so they can lock up, but he just wants to hold you for a bit. Savor the moment.
Afterwards, heâll clean you up and drive your car back to the dorms. Heâll ignore the complaints that the guys have of how itâs not fair he got to have you there and pull you into his room, so he can hold you all night. Heâll tuck you in against his chest and spend some time watching you sleep. Seeing you at peace with him. And then heâll wake up the next morning and make you breakfast while you sit at the table in his shirt and sing his praises. Itâll be nice. It sounds crazy, but he could really get used to this. Get used to you in a new way. A way that will really take hold of his mind. Itâs fiery in a way heâs not used to while also being so familiar.
Heyyy, itâs my three month late upload. Did you like itđ? I want to do some oneshots/scenarios but those are only in my head rn so idk if thatâs gonna happen. I also wanna do some txt texts so if you see rapid uploads just know Iâm trying to fuel you guys for the next three months lol. But on a serious note I do NAWT want to take three months to upload again. I sometimes just forget about tumblrđ
Up next is Taehyun! Iâve had the concept for his solo chapter since before writing this so weâll see how that goes. I usually type out the all of my chapters on my phone and then do finishing touches on my laptop but I donât feel like doing that and I want to upload this tonight so Iâm sorry if thereâs more mistakes than usualđ
In other news, I recently started school again. Sigh. Fall semester isnât that bad for me but when fall semester is over that means spring semester is soon and that marks my fight for my life. Okay thatâs all the yapping Iâll do today. See you guys in (hopefully) sooner than three months! <333
Hi, I'm not dead. KPG uploading in two days give or take. I wish I could just think and the scenes I see in my head could magically teleport onto the page. Gonna upload some text stories in the next few days too.
I love this sooo much I low key want some girl exclusive for beomgyu too though I feel like he deserves it đđ„Čđ€
KPG is gonna be OT5 x reader, but I have some one shots (that will probably not see the light of day anytime soon) that are solo member!
Thereâs also another OT5 x reader that Iâm cooking up that will also not see the light until after KPG cause I donât want to commit to multiple things while Iâm still tryna crank this out.
But scenarios and texts are probs mainly how youâll see âsoloâ member items for now! I also want to do a short mini 5+1 series for each individual member soon but all I have are the titles for them with no actual work done!
KPG PART FIVE IM GONNA START FUCKING SOBBING THIS IS GHE BEST DAY OF MY LFIS
The way I was thinking about this fic and was like âhm wonder when it will get updatedâ until I realized I WAS THE ONE THAT DECIDES THATđđđ
Kaiâs Pretty Girlfriend [5]: Take Your Time With Me (Please)
OT5 x reader, gyu focused, masterlist <3 [word count]
Warnings: pleasure dom gyu, sub reader, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, body worship, slight breeding kink but also, protected sex (crowd boos/j),
Beomgyu wears his title as the group's resident romantic like the badge of honor it is. He grew up in a house with two loving parents who after so many years together still look at each other with such love and adoration he can't help but want the same for himself.
He's used to treasuring his partners, soaking in every moment as if it's the last time he'll ever see them. He knows itâhe can be a bit much, but his mom always told him that the right person wouldn't mind. That he'd find someone who would love him in both his loudness and his silence, someone who would take all the love he pours out and return it tenfold. And, call him crazy, but he always knew that that person would be you.
He remembers walking into that coffee shop while mumbling the order to himself as if he would forget: two americanos, two caramel macchiatos, and something sweet (he wouldn't forget, he could probably order meals for an entire day for his members without asking themâtheir lives are already so intertwined that he can't remember what it was like before them). He remembers the K-pop song playing softly through the store (he knows now that it was Mist by Ateez, you always had it on loop). He remembers panicking for a moment, worried that you'd know who he was and react... oddly, even if they'd only debuted a year before. But that didn't happen.
What happened was him freezing the moment a cheery voice welcomed him in and asked for his order. His mind went blank and all he could focus on was you. He remembers asking you what your favorite drink was (something called a Honey Bee Latte) and ordering six of them. While you prepared the drinks, you asked him about his life and ranted about school as if you were none the wiser to his internal state (he remembers mentioning that he had four permanent roommates that he loved and wanted to be with forever). When you finished the drinks, he took one out of the carrier and gave it to you before bolting out (he remembers your light laugh and how he decided he'd come back soon to hear it again). He also remembers how his groupmates whined about not getting the right orders, but still thanked him and told him he wasn't going to be excluded from making the runs just because he got it wrong once (he got it wrong every time after that, too).
(In the three months that followed, he learned so much about you. How you moved here from America not too long ago and the lady that owns the place was a family friend without kids who needed someone to work the night shift. How you think she might want you to own the shop in the future and you were thinking of taking it just because you didn't know what to do with your life yet. In return, he told you about his time as a trainee and the uncertainty. How he thinks he doesn't deserve the life that was given to him so he'll work himself down to nothing to make sure he keeps it and gets more.)
He remembers how they finally got tired of getting the wrong drinks and sent Kai with him. He remembers the immediate connection between you two, how a flush spread across Kai's face, and how your eyes were constantly drawn to him. He had always been a romantic and who was he to stand in the way of something so beautiful? He remembers how he declared himself Kai's wingman and made it his mission to get him to confess. And the rest was history. His hunch was correct: real, true love flows between you and Kai. (He tries to forget the night two years later that he allowed himself to feel, to cry, and ask 'Why not me? Why not us?' But the silence of his room had no answer for him.)
He thought he'd left his indulgence in the past, but the new door you opened up for him has that monster stirring to life again. He spends the rest of the day in a daze until he books a hotel room for a night (it's actually for a week and under a different name, but semantics). He knows it's reckless and stupid and way too risky for a hookup, but it's really not, not to him. He resolves to give himself one more night. A night where he can pretend, just once that you're his and he's yours, and he can't do that on a twin bed in the room he shares with Soobin.
(Beomgyu checked in with Kai before, to make sure it was okay and he was met with a smile that made him feel like the younger one. He thinks the desperation in his eyes was obvious. The way he needs this. Kai merely ruffled his hair and said, 'Anything you want, Beomie.' And that was that.)
When they're leaving the next morning he presses the paper in your hand with the code to the room and a kiss to your lips (because he can do that now) whispering "Thursday. When you get off."
He spends the days leading in a blur until he's suddenly standing in the hotel room with a bottle of wine sitting on the table. He knows you don't get off until eight but he couldn't take staying in the dorm a second later, the nervousness and anticipation had him pacing his room.
He hears the keypad go off around 8:30 and turns just in time to see you enter the room. You're wearing an oversized sweater and some shorts. You flash him a sheepish smile as you make your way over to him.
"Sorry, I hope I didn't keep you waiting long. I had to stop home and shower."
"What if I wanted you sweaty?" He puts an arm around your waist to pull you into him and shoves his head to your shoulder to give you an exaggerated sniff as you let out that oh so familiar and beautiful laugh (the monster starts stirring again when he realizes that you're wearing a perfume he got you).
He pulls away and leads you to the table before pouring you both some wine and placing it in the fridge (just a bit, to take the nerves off). He asks you about your day and then sits back and sips as you immediately launch into a rant. He started off paying attention, he really did, but the longer you talk the more his gaze wanders.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Cause I really want to kiss you." His voice is laced with a desperation he can't even begin to attempt to hide. "Come here?" You jump out of your chair like it's on fire and climb into his lap.
"This okay?" You ask with a coy smile.
"Almost." He places his hands on your hips to pull you so you're chest to chest. But even that's not enough for him. He can still tell where his body ends and yours begins.
Beomgyu isnât sure which of you leaned in first, but when your lips meet itâs magical. His hands work to map out the line of your body, passing over the curves of your breasts, the softness of your waist, the fullness of your hips before settling over your thighs.
He takes his time with his tracing when he gets there. Running his hands back and forth before squeezing the flesh. His hands continue to travel up and up until they reach the crevice where your thighs meet your butt. And no sooner than his hands finding a home in that curve does your impatience begin.
You were content to sit prettily and let Beomgyu do as he wants to your lips and body for a few minutes, but now youâre shifting in your spot on his lap. Your hips give hesitant rocks as you try to restrain yourself.
Beomgyu has half a mind to draw this out some more, see how long it would take for you to cry for him, but another part of him- a larger part of him wants to give you everything you want and more tonight. He has who knows how long to prod and push at your buttons to see which ones get what reactions, but for tonight he wants to treat you nicely. Honor your first time as if you were spending it in a different context.
When he pulls away, he makes sure to bite down gently on your bottom lip just to hear you gasp. "Bed?"
You blink your eyes open slowly. "Yeah. Yes."
He readjusts his grip on your hips before standing, making a show of stumbling just to hear your squeals and feel you grab onto him tighter. He canât fight the chuckle that escapes him and you reward him with a hit to the back of his head that has him threatening to drop you, but you donât flinch at his words (you both know he wouldnât dare).
He places you down in the center of the bed before climbing on top of you. As soon as it's safe enough, you're rising up to meet his lips in another kiss. This one's tamer than the last, simply a press of your lips together before it devolves into Beomgyu kissing every inch of your skin he can reach. He makes sure to peck your lips every so often, so they don't get lonely (they never will again, if he has anything to say about it).
He starts trailing his kisses down to your neck to show some love to it too (he makes sure to leave a few marks just under your jaw, tilting your head one way and another). His hands trace a path to the end of your sweater, tugging on it once in question. At your nod, he's raising it over your head to take it off (he's glad it got stuck over your face because he couldn't help drinking in the sight of your body clad in a black lace bra).
Heâs only able to tear his eyes off that sight when you start squirming and tell him to âstop staring.â Fondness bubbles up in his chest and he canât help but smile and bring his lips to yours again.
âYouâre so beautiful.â He marks those words with another kiss before trailing them down to kiss the newly exposed skin.
âDo you like it?â
âLike it?â He scoffs and nips at your nipple through the fabric. âI love it.â
You card your fingers through his hair, but donât pull him away. âI bought it just for you.â Your words cause a line of heat to travel through his body, and he canât help but bring his head lower to where you need him most.
Though he's been doing it most of the night, he really can't help but make his trek down to your pussy slow. He has to show love to every inch of your body or he might die. He trails kisses down your stomach, making sure to leave a trail of marks in his wake (he has half a mind to mark a 'B' into your skin but he doesn't think the guys would like that).
He makes quick work of removing your shorts and panties. He allows himself a moment to just stare at you spread bare for him but your whines for him to either look away or do something get to him and he leans in to place a kiss on your mound and moving around to your thighs.
When he gets there he canât help but take his time leaving as many kisses and marks as he can with his hands grasping the outside of your thighs to keep you spread open for him.
You let out a soft âohâ when he slips his middle and ring fingers into you, that he shushes with gentle kisses to your thighs. He then start to work you open, stretching and spreading his fingers into you to carve out a space just for him. Heâs happy he got to take his time here before, because now he canât contain the excitement thrumming through his veins at the thought of finally being inside you.
He does make sure to tease you a bit though. Kai always talks about how he likes to spoil you and it shows in the way you buck your hips against his fingers and whine for him to âgive me more, gyu.â
He responds by pressing his fingers up and asking in a sweet voice, âYou want it here, baby?â You make such pretty noises for him at that, but he remembers where that spot that makes you let out even prettier noises is (heâs thought of it every day since the last time he had you, after all). âOr what about here?â He marks those words with a quick shift of his fingers into that spongy spot inside of you that has you hurtling over the edge before either of you can react.
âYou look so pretty when you fall apart for me, baby.â Beomgyu lets out as he keeps thrusting his fingers into that sweet spot of yours. âWill you do it again?â
âNo, no, Gyu.â You let out petulantly with a pout on your face. âI want you. Not your fingers.â
He gives you a pout of his own that is nothing but mocking with the way his eyes light up in glee. âOh, but baby, I need to make sure youâre ready for me. I donât want to break you.â
âI can take you. You wonât break me.â You huff and cross your arms even as your hips buck up to meet his still moving hand. âYou give yourself too much credit.â
âYeah? You think so, baby?â Beomgyu pulls his fingers out, just to add another and push them back into you slowly watching the way your breath hitches. âYou canât even take three of my fingers, let alone my cock.â
âI can. I can.â Your hands find their way to his biceps, squeezing them as you plead. âGive it to me. âm want it, Gyu.â
âCome for me again and Iâll give it to you.â His thumb rubs gentle circles on your clit and itâs enough to have your words turn into mindless babbles that serve no real purpose. Despite your complaining, it didnât take long for him to work you over the edge again. He had half a mind to make you give him another but figured he could be nice to you just this once.
You let out a sweet whine when he pulls his fingers out of you, urging him to put something in you because youâre so empty. He shushes you with gentle kisses to your lips before heâs rising to take off his clothes, not forgetting to grab a condom. He relishes in the way your eyes take him in, raking over his body with a hunger he wants to see every day for the rest of his life.
He gets back into the bed and places himself in between your legs. Just to be a tease, he holds the corner of his mouth when he goes to open it. His trick works and it has your hands fumbling to be the one to work it over his cock. He lets out a sigh when you give a few pumps once the condom is rolled on as he falls over you with his elbows on either side of your head.
Beomgyu leans back onto his calves to line himself up but finds himself unable to choose where to focus. He doesnât know if he should watch the way you take him (he just knows youâll take him so well, heâll fit so perfectly inside you) or your face when he finally gets inside you.
He doesnât have much time to decide because you promptly begin whining for him to âdo something, Gyu, please.â He runs his hands along your thighs as he smirks down at you below him. âDonât worry, baby.â He gives quick pinch to your thigh. âIâll take care of you.â
He lines himself up and pushes inside while watching the way your face scrunches and smooths over at the sensation. He makes sure to pause about halfway because while he may not be as long as Kai is, he is thicker and he meant it when he said he didnât want to break you.
Once you give him the green light to move, he falls down onto his elbows on either side of your head and lets you have it.
"Gyu, fast- go faster." Your legs circle around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer to your body, but he holds himself up on an elbow and lets out a scoff.
"Faster? Are you sure? You can't even handle this, baby." He punctuates his words with a hard thrust that has sparks flowing throughout your body.
"Oh. Oh, like that, Gyu. Please." He lets out a breathless laugh and smirks down at you.
"You see? You get so drunk on cock that you don't even know what you want."
"No, no I do!"
"Yeah? What do you want, baby?" He brings a hand up to wipe your tears. "Tell me, and I'll give it to you."
"Wanna come, Gyu. I wanna come."
"Well, then come. Come and I'll fill you up." He feels the way your walls clench around him at his words and he takes it in stride. "You'd like that, hm? Me filling you up and leaving you a pretty mess?"
"Yes, yes, please, wannit Gyu. 'm wannit so bad." He doesn't respond to your words, just plants his feet and drives his cock right back into that spot that had you seeing stars and watches you writhe in pleasure. "Kiss me."
He leans down and thrusts his tongue into your mouth, seemingly not in a state to kiss but still giving you what you want regardless. You pull away when you feel yourself being pushed over the edge and again Beomgyu watches the way you fall apart around him. He continues his movements to help you ride it out and goes to pull out but lets out a surprised yelp when your legs stay locked around him. You look at him with a glaze in your eyes and a smile filled with bliss.
"You look so pretty, Gyu." You bring your arms around his neck and pull him back down. "Fill me up? Please?" And Beomgyu is many things, but strong is not one of them when it comes to you. His thrusts lose their rhythm and he's truly just chasing his orgasm at this point.
"Fuck, baby." He looks at you. "You, hah, you really don't know what you do to me, do you?" You can't seem to find the words to respond to him, merely letting out sweet little âahsâ that- call him crazy- he wants to hear all the time. Your pretty nails are scratching up his back and he hopes they leave marks that he can look at in the mirror later and press into to feel again. His eyes rake over your face and eventually settle on the new stream of tears flowing down it, no doubt from overstimulation, but you donât complain or ask him to stop, you just take it for him. You're letting him use you to get off and that thought has him tumbling over the edge with your name on his lips.
He falls onto your chest entirely boneless and spends a few minutes catching his breath and listening to your heartbeat while your hands find his hair and brush through it in a mindless motion. When your heartbeats slow to steady thumps, he finds the will to move because as much as he wants to just fall asleep in your arms, a used condom isn't the most comfortable thing in the world.
He makes quick work of cleaning you up before doing the same to himself. He climbs back onto the bed and asks. "You okay? Anything hurt?"
"No, I'm okay." He watches the way you hesitate a bit before saying. "Hold me?"
"Of course. You're crazy if you think I'd do anything less." He settles down next to you and pulls you into his arms. He studies your face for a moment, making sure you're comfortable (and because he just likes looking at you). "Thank you." The words escape him before he can even think of stopping them. He watches the way your face scrunched up in displeasure before you respond.
"Don't thank me for this, Gyu. This is something we're doing together, not a favor."
"No, I know it's just-" He cuts himself off while shaking his head trying to find the words. "You're just..."
"Amazing? Yeah, I know." You joke, cuddling into him more.
"Yeah." He smiles down at you. "You really are."
Soooo, what do we think? I had a different idea in mind when starting but Gyu's loser lover boy spirit took control of my body. Did all the words in parenthesis bother you or is it fine? I personally like them, but I'm always open to feedback! Also one of you absolutely gagged me by getting them all right, but I guess I'm too predictable. If you see any mistakes, no you didnât!
Addressing the elephant in the room, it has been two years since I updated this. That was not the planđđđ idk what happened, itâs like I blinked and it was march (and now itâs Aprilđ) (And now itâs MAYđđ). In other other news, this fic will not be abandoned but I am a slow updater so take that with a grain of salt. I want to do a taglist but Iâm not sure how they work so if someone explains, you can send me a message to be added and Iâll add you!
How do you think your tango with the other guys will go?
hii! wanted to drop by and say that i love your Kaiâs pretty girlfriend series and goodluck with your papers ! â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
Thank you, I love you too (you didnât say that but itâs okay) <3. I got a 98 on both of my papers and kpg is at the top of my to-do list!!! I swear itâs not abandoned guys. Iâm gonna finish it, hell or high water
Can I ask for a scenario for your txt!texts section?đ„șđ„șđ„ș
Yes, of course! I love it when people ask me to post things because right now the only things on my mind are KPG and a super secret project that wonât see the light of day until like Juneđ <33
