[napofamoon]

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[napofamoon]

ive been getting a lot of fluff reqs lately and i love how many ive received and what they are HOWEVER this blog is strictly nsfw

all of my sfw works and reqs are on @mazeinthemoon

so if you have sent or want to send sfw/fluffy reqs please send it to me through that blog !! if you have sent an ask already and dont remember dont worry!! when i get to it, i’ll post an answer to your ask with the link :3

i will also add this to guidelines since i have not yet!

also just a reminder that bc this blog is nsfw, please minors do not interact.

[napofamoon]

cw: mean/hard dom!beomgyu x bratty sub fem!reader, slapping, daddy kink, marking, humiliation

you LOVED doing the opposite of what your boyfriend tells you to do… and beomgyu’s already managed to remind you, not once, not twice, but three times to stay quiet. yet when you whine out loud that fourth time….

beomgyu’s tips slams into your cunt harder than before, his hand moving from the bruises forming on your hip and slapping against your cheek. not too hard, but a firm tap to test the waters

and when your noises die down, he wastes no time humiliating you by laughing at how quickly you were to finally obey

you’re so pathetic, baby… beomgyu says as he grips your cheeks together, cock ramming its way against that perfect spot. maybe i should smack the brattiness out of you more often, hm? you’d like that wouldn’t you? daddy leaving red marks on your cheeks?

[saturnsfae]

— flowers for the spring time. :: 3.330+ words. ..ᝰ.ᐟ

• little love letter :: sometimes, during a bright sunny day out within the forest, you and your mate, soobin, have an urgent need to fuck like the bunnies you are… . ✿

warnings :: (18+) mdni. smut — bunny hybrid! 최수빈 x bunny hybrid afab!reader … soft dom!soobin, cottagecore au, public sex, doggy style (?), overstimulation, exhibitionism, size kink, sensory play, reader is very sensitive, petnames, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), breeding kink, feral/primal play, sex in a garden, mentions of other hybrid!txt members, lots of symbolism, messy and feral bunnies 🐇

sticky note :: one of my fav fics, perfect for the spring season. freak soobin, my fav topic, bunny soobin, my fav topic. this is not proofread, i’ll do so after my nap 😪 thank uuu for reading >.<

the fresh smell of the earth invades your overly sensitive nose, reddened tip twitching at the potent twinge of geosmin and light hints of petrichor from last nights rain showers.

it’s the new mixture of freshly picked floral petals that invades your olfactory perception, strong and aromatic in your muddled senses.

you felt like you were going to melt completely, right here on the thick moss your nails clawed into and knees slightly scuff against as you desperately seek some sort of grounding from the merciless snaps of his hips.

this wasn’t the type of grounding you expected.

never did you think you would actually be pressed against the natural greenery of your backyard garden, get your soul snatched when anyone in the vicinity of the area could just witness this without trying to find you. yet here you are, the side of your face tainted in rich soil as green flecks of moss littered over your squished cheek and soft locks. your fur-balled tail twitched higher in the air as his fingers ran dangerously closer around the skin of your lower back, but that’s all you can realize before he hooks his grip on the crease of your thighs and hips, hands wrapped around your plushed hips in a tight vice.

the back door of your cottage was right there, just an arms length out of reach and so close to the softness of your blankets, so so close to the warmth and comfort of your nest, but the hybrid is never patient enough when he wants you for himself.

he’d rather take you right where he personally loved seeing you, attending to your various flowers in the garden he formulated for you years ago. it is considered your second safe space, one you loved sharing with him either by picking out his favorite lily and tucking it over his ear or simply informing him on new changes you made for better growth of your plant babies.

he knew how much you valued nature as a bunny hybrid, wanting you to feel as if your cottage was your natural playground, wanting to ensure your happiness and connection with the green nursery.

he had the same innocent thought before he appeared behind you, simply gazing at your seated frame as you tend a patch of lilies planted by the edge of the back porch. his lovely rabbit; legs and feet tucked underneath your body, long, pin straight ears forever sensitive and twitching at the sound of your own tone as you hum a soft song he recognizes — completely unaware of his presence until he made it known, thought now melting into sweet desire.

and you definitely weren’t opposed to it either…

he was so happy to see you preen all too happy when you allowed him to press you into a presenting position with a soft hand on your back, pull your cotton panties taut to the side with his other heavy palm and let his flicking tongue do as it pleases onto your syrupy, slicking flower for a while. he is so eager, parting your petals open with gentle licks and wrapping his lips around your swollen bud, ignoring your bubbling whines and lapping until your eyes rolled shut and your liquid nectar coated his entire lower face in a wet splash, for a second time…

and yet you still had the gull to ask him in that soft voice, if you two could do this inside, like normal humans. it was confusing.

he paused and looked at the perfectly ruined sight, validating his conclusion that there was no way was he going to stop now.

not when he knows you clearly don’t mind if you were letting him suckle on your cum just seconds ago, your ass still high in the air after he practically ripped off your soiled underwear and puffy tail lifted towards the sky to not hinder his ease of licking you clean.

not when your skin looked so alive against the vibrant array of colors that glimmer in your garden after he pulled off your sheer black babydoll, pretty face cushioned against your arms beneath you and limp, folded ears laying flat against his favorite flowers, rosy lilies.

absolutely no way. you are staying right here.

it’s all natural, so why not do it in the rawest way possible?

the birds above the tall pine trees chirped in a hymnal melody you’ve grown fond of, the rays of sun painted a golden glow onto your skin and heated your back as your spine arched further, body elongating and decompressing with each rock of his hips.

you appeared as soft as you felt, and he couldn’t get enough of the way you tremble despite there being no wind within the still forest, straight adoration dilating his pupils as they gaze upon the ruffle your tail does when he snaps his hips into a specific angle.

he molds himself onto your body and he doesn't hesitate to whisper sweet nothings into your long ears, calling you all the honeyed names he could think of— or maybe even the worse one that gets you mewling into the grassy plain below, his sweet bunny.

he couldn’t care about the fact that any of the other hybrids could easily return back from their hunt and see him take the bunny in this way, no.

but how could he, when he’s incredibly deep into you? watching as his cock disappears deep in your fluttering pussy and marvel at how wet he glistens every pull out, gaze darkening as his tip catches on your opening with your hurried clench. he plunges deeper until his base squishes against your reddened rump and his balls kiss your puffed button of sensitive nerves, reveling in the sound of your weak whimpers.

he had to pause to gaze dreamily at the sight. the swell in his heart grows bigger upon the pretty sight, your arched figure framed by green wisps, flowers spreading out and bowing under your weight, jolting along with you with each press of his hips.

the thickness of your plush thighs, a bunny trait he could never not love. muscles strong and sturdy enough to keep you in this position, and catch some of the impact of his thrusts with audible plaps. the way moans fall freely from your trembling lips as you press against his thick cock, using your legs to thrust yourself back and meet his quick pace.

and that’s when he could tell you were getting closer, that you couldn’t hold on any longer, his long body bending over yours easily and hands snaking around your front. he lifts you off the soft petals, warm palms walking up your frame as if they were tracing over a delicate art piece, remembering the ridges, curves and small marks on the smooth plains of your skin. they walk over the swell of your breast and hike over your shoulders, pulling you upwards into his body because he wants you pressed closer. wanting to feel the trembles of your orgasm wash over you against his heated skin.

he falls in love with how pliable and small your features are in his hands, how much he can grip and hold onto within just one palm.

dirt digs deeper in the crest of your claws as your elbows lock and straighten, arms slightly shaking as you uphold your upper body. he lifts your head up with a hand underneath your jaw, craning your neck until your ears flap back over your messy heap of frizzy locks, draping over your upper spine. dirt brushes against his lips as they peck along your temple, strands of his messy bangs picking up more soil as his head tilts for his lips to reach lower onto your dropped jaw, your moans ringing high into the sunny skies.

they’re noises of love, appreciation, echoing throughout the billowing trees and he knows he’s giving you everything you need right now, despite how messy, how unconventional.

you’re so messy, but this is how he knows you’re supposed to be. fulfilled and taken care of in every way, your primal needs satiated with pure joy at the act of mating in the comfort of raw nature — just like a true bunny.

kisses so soft, showing his affection and appreciation to the art that is his bunny, it contradicts the tough snap of his hips that punch moans out your hoarse throat, implementing his need for ruining you as well. you’re so close, mind buzzing as loud as the bees that often visit your garden during the spring season.

and his praise doesn’t stop; your jaw still gripped in his hand, he pulls your attention towards him as his lips utter soft murmurs and meet yours occasionally between lazy syllables, wholeheartedly eating your noises of satisfaction as if they were the sweetest treat.

his teasing nature doesn’t stop either.

“my sweet bunny, so sweet, you even let yourself be mounted in your garden where anyone can see,” his airy light taunts aim to weaken your already softened bones into a melted puddle of warmed milk, voice low and soft against your love-bitten pout. “kitties have sharp eyes, bunny. what if tyunnie saw you like this, hm?” you’re pliable within his embrace, whimpering in response. it takes a while for you to actually form syllables pass those trembling lips, but when you do, it rocks his world.

“n..no.. don’t say that,”

his moan puffs out as soft as yours just from hearing the sound of your meek, breathless tone.

he clearly saying this because he knows how much you love sharing your comfort space with the feline as well, and the shock he would experience upon seeing the full act on such a sacred space would definitely be fun to see.

“why not? but what about jjunie, his prurient curiosity would be cured if he finally witnesses your true mating desires,” you attempt pulling away from his hold at the mention of the fox hybrid, head twisting but he doesn’t allow you to, your muttered curses choking as he wraps his fingers tighter around your upper jugular, keeping you still as he continues.

a low hum, almost a purr. “would you let him watch you this messy and sticky, playing on dirt?”

“d-don’t be so explic—”

“what about beommie?” he hums thoughtfully as he feels you clench tighter around his throbbing length upon hearing his words. a smile rest of his lips; yes, your pretty bear, he hums again before continuing on with the mission of making you fall apart in his arms, “would your cub like the smell of your garden tainted with our sex?”

you couldn’t respond to that at all, but he knew what you wanted to say.

it’s clear at this point that you wouldn’t mind anything anymore, whining mindlessly in that candied voice of yours, since you’re so caught up on the mind clouding sensation that slowly builds into a breaking point within you. all you felt was his small chuckle puff against your cheek before he pulls away completely, hands falling back onto your hips and lower back as he continues his pace.

“sssssss…” is all you could hiss through your clenched teeth, shut eyelids clenching tighter as you fail to formulate the syllables of his name before your head hangs again and you’re sliding back onto your forearms, face just inches away from a rose petal underneath your drooling lips.

just the sight of you falling apart so gently was enough for his own release to build up, his eyes locked on the way your ears flop forward when your neck falls limp, admiring how your shoulders hunch higher from the ecstatic feeling that coursed through your nerves and tenses your muscles.

“you’re such a soft little thing, falling apart on these pretty flowers,” his voice washes over your floppy ears in a sweet lullaby, sweetened and dripping with pure admiration. the fluffy tips were almost as red with heat as the peonies jolting underneath your stomach and you feel the affects of his praise burning your skin as your face nuzzles into your forearms, your muddled moans vibrating against your tainted flesh. he coos at the mental image of your reddened nose twitching, like it always does when you’re overly sensitive from the pleasure. “gonna cum on the camelias?”

“yes please, binnie.”

he melts at how desperate your shaky plea sounded, it’s almost exasperated and all he wants to do is give you what you need immediately.

you don’t have to tell him twice for him to already get the idea.

the saccharine sound of your croon pushes a wanton moan from his bobbing throat before he could hide it. he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth as he pumps deeper, realizing your silence afterwards was due to the same reason for his.

it’s something common between you both,

when all your attention is focused on chasing that building pleasure, neither of you want to prolong the time any longer. you fall silent upon the sudden rush, mind zeroing in on the pressure. the heat seeps in underneath your skin and melts into liquid adrenaline as his hips piston impossibly faster, and all you could do was just brace longer against the smushed petals. your spit-slicked lips puff, parting around your own forearm as your fanged teeth sink deeper into your skin, holding your breath from the force and pace of his thrusts.

just the sound of the swaying branches surrounding your cottage and the raw noises of your love making was the perfect reminder of your feral desires, sinfully beautiful in your twitching ears. his choked whimpers hide behind his pursed lips, barely audible underneath the viscous squelches of your connected sexes, and you’ve both realized the longer and louder it gets, the harder it was fighting back these inevitable noises.

the restraint grows harder as he fucks you closer towards the sweet release, your eyebrows furrowing in blissful agony, rising like the edge of your impending orgasm.

the lightheaded feeling was euphoric and you’re merely a shaking leaf by the time the pleasure attacks your body in an unexpected pop of pressure, the only thing ringing in your ears being the wet smacks of skin.

then your mind reels in; nerve ending sparking as you focus on everything that’s gotten you into this point, how his slightly rough push and pull feels—

he’s thick, stretching your walls taut around his girth in a heavenly manner- filling you in perfectly, fitting comfortably as each pump fills clouds your mushy thoughts with desperate desire, almost feral. a sudden flipped switch rendering you speechless at the feeling of your boyfriend satiating your need, it’s almost purely animalistic.

it’s when he angles further down and the head of his cock pets over your g-spot that you finally crumble. he grazes over your sweet spot over and over again, until a high cry fills in the empty spaces between each audible smack of skin, jaw completely slacking as your held breath empties your lungs in a raw, unrestrained moan.

and once you come undone, he’s hissing through his fanged teeth, hands gripping tighter and fingers pressing bruising indents into your supple flesh as he feels the constricting vice of your walls tightening around his cock. he tastes metallic iron on his tongue when he lowers his gaze back onto your hips, his lip bruising between his bared teeth.

wet and glistening in the sunlight, you felt a chill overtake your body as your body falls boneless just like he wanted, thighs fully shaking as slick liquid squirts outwards everytime he pulls his hips away before rutting back in.

he follows not long after, his hands planting flat on the ground by your head and nails clawing into the dirt as his rhythm spasms with the help of your sticky release. from the ground, your blurry eyes flutter open and gaze upon a shadow of his frame, his lax ears flopping forward and broad shoulders blocking your back from the sun as he leans closer. his hips snap once more before his jaw slacks with a deep moan, releasing his load in shallow pumps, thick ropes painting your walls and rimming around his base as he nudges impossibly closer.

you feel overwhelmingly full everytime with him, but he stays there to make it stick.

god, he wants it to stick, so fucking bad.

he prays to the orchid petals that rest underneath your drooped ears.

there was so much of his seed that it bubbles out from where he’s still sitting comfortably deep inside you, trickling down the veins underside his length and drips down to his balls, seeping further down with gravity until it’s clinging onto the tip of your twitching clit. you can feel it collect on your sensitive flesh until it was heavy enough to fall onto the soil below your hips as a droplet, stringy like fruit nectar.

and none of you move an inch for a while, giving you an opportunity to bask in the moment.

you wish to stay like this forever, nuzzling into the pressed flowers that litter everywhere underneath your arched figure, connect with nature and get courted— mated in ways you’ve been yearning for, for weeks. the earth thrums underneath your palms, pulsing like the accelerated beat of your heart and in rhythm of his light ruts. it’s dirty in every way, ways that would even be a bit skeptical for the other hybrids.

but can you truly be at blame?

you’re just merely a bunny.

and he knows you.

with a long string of whispered curses and tender praises, he milks both of your releases with shallow grinds for long enough before it reaches the brink of unbearable overstimulation, watching as you fall out of that high and into a cloud of fuzzy haze.

a beat of time froze as the birds continue to chirp loud and clear.

soft pants and audible whines were all that was left of you both, falling limp, your knees sliding easier against the now dampened dirt as his hips press flush against your ass, rutting deeper and pushing you further down onto the bed of flowers. he can feel your tail ruffling with satisfaction against his lower navel as he drapes his lean body over yours, littering pecks onto every inch of your spine as you bask in the post glow, preening and nudging deeper in response to your rising purrs.

it’s true, he knows how to take care of his bunny, because it’s what you both need.

he knows it’s what you both wanted and what you both desired, down to the most primal instinct.

he knows that sometimes it’s necessary to let loose and fall prey to your animalistic traits, satisfy the feral feeling for a moment.

the breaking point before a reset.

soobin was itching for this, yearning, waiting for the right moment and catching it on time— when he knew you were pining, craving it too.

he knew from the moment you blinked at him with rounded eyes right as the last hybrid locked the front gate and waved him goodbye, running off after the others for their hunt and leaving you both alone,

the only two bunnies.

his own puff-ball tail ruffles with glee as pride overrides all other emotions within his hormones, his hands kneading your soft skin, soiling the tan flesh with more dirt from his palms.

he wants for you to have a simple life, live happily in the warmth of your shared cottage and he’s always in dire need to show his love for you. it’s an overwhelming need, and what better way than to express it by connecting in the best way possible on these flowers?

don’t think he didn’t know the meanings of each flower you’ve planted in your garden. of course he was going to catch onto your subtle signs, being the attentive bunny you’ve fell in love with.

[tyunningism]

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ୨ৎ Not My Shirt Again! ˎˊ˗

── .✦ pairing: k.th x reader

͏ ͏͏  ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏.☘︎ ݁˖⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ featuring... Perv!Taehyun 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ .ᐟ.ᐟ ᯓ ...who swears he's not the culprit behind your soiled laundry and ripped plushies, hoping you're naïve enough to trust him <𝟑 .ᐟ ᝰ.ᐟ wc- 2.6k ╰┈➤MDNI - NSFW content ahead... warnings!! and mentions!! perv!taehyun, roommate tyun (it's a pattern i know) and I mean it when I say he'll go above and beyond, plushie fucking, cum kink, taehyun's a liar, dubcon, masturbation m!rec, scent kink, don't know how tf i'm going to tag this but improper use of..a toothbrush?? (a friend told me her bf thought it felt good), plus other one-liner mentions of tributes, pocket pussy use etc. not proofread! ⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ tyunningism's note: A little differnt from how I usually write, but I'm working through my letterbox once more! 3 more to go within the next two weeks <3 original anon ask here!

Holding up the third shirt for what seems like the umpteenth time this week that something, or someone has tampered with your stuff, you groan in defeat. Compliant with the once dreadful idea that you happened to have a squatter living under the same roof as you and Taehyun, who couldn't care less about your manic predicament. Neither having the time to play detective, nor consult you face-to-face with a life lesson about keeping your belongings...safe.

Last month's unfortunate victim? Your grey shorts that were shoved in alongside an amalgamation of yours and his dirty laundry combined. Only that the short pair which was in pristine condition mere days prior, ended back in your hands with a ripped hole punctured right through the middle of the stitching. Leaving it practically impossible to sew it up without it appearing as if you'd been 'pantsed' to hell and back.

Though you built an immunity towards the initial shock of it relatively quick after three days in a row of constant rips and tears in your clothes.

In fact, you only sought and listened to the advice from Taehyun, who offered to help capture the supposed 'mice' chewing right through your shirts and socks. Whether it was leaving your belongings inside of his room for safekeeping, or letting him handle all the dirty laundry, as well as allowing him to search through your room for the missing hairbrush you were desperate to find. Whenever you did leave your sacred possessions with him, they'd be back in your grasp by the time you returned— perfectly clean, albeit slightly crumpled.

Eventually, he was evicted back into his own space after a dive too deep into your belongings led his snooping nose right into your stash of vibrators— and handheld mirrors, and tissues, and gel pens among other things stuffed in there. But by the next day you'd be at his door with another shirt in hand, asking him to keep it safe in his room just as he advised. In the same way you're now slumped into the compress of the couch, letting your weight drag you into as you sprawl your limbs over the just-for-show pillows.

"I think this is driving me insane. Tell me I'm insane—"

"You're insane." The corners of Taehyun's lips rise as he shuffles up to make space on the cramped sofa. Only managing to move a couple more inches while his foot remains between your legs that take up 90% of the area.

Huffing, you throw the soiled t-shirt right on centre with his face, hurled with as much fortitude as your strengthless arms could handle. Even mimicking unfolding the shirt with your hands to get your clueless roommate to uncrumple the slightly-crunchy top and just notice the huge stain left all over it.

"What does that look like to you?" Directing his eyes back (from your chest) to the unmistakable patch of bleached fabric and dried flakes, you can't help but push the shirt closer towards his face for an answer.

"This? I don't know...a toothpaste stain, maybe?" Within seconds, your interrogative brows drop into pure disbelief as you flip the shirt back around to face you. Feeling as if you were about to burst out in hysterical laughter from the absurdity of his answer compared to the confession you were expecting from him.

"I'd hope you've jerked off enough to know what a cum stain looks like Taehyun. I mean the mice chewing through my undies, fine. But I doubt they're jerking off to everything in my closet because now I don't have anything to fucking wear!" You try one last time to put on your best stern face in hopes of receiving a guilty confession from your very much touch-starved roommate, and still he shrugs his shoulders and denies it once more.

Back leaned over the armrest, shoulders rolled as they relax further into the couch— Taehyun could feign complete innocence right now and you'd believe him through that strong poker face of his. A forte you may call it, just not now when you're trying to get to the bottom of who's been ripping through the gusset of your underwear like it's nothing.

"Or, great idea...maybe. They're. Just. Toothpaste. Stains." Taehyun pries away your face with a finger to your forehead, ushering you back with each overly emphasised word of his as you groan in frustration

"Yeah right, I hope that 5'10" tube of toothpaste cums all over my shirt tomorrow." Left with more questions than answers, you groggily carry yourself back into your room with an extra aggravated slam to the door. Clad in your teeny-tiny top you fit into years ago and never threw out, now having to resort to it with all of your other clothes in the wash.

And Taehyun wants to apologise, he wants to come clean about messing with the fasteners of all your bras while you were out in the city, just so he could catch you bare enough under your already thin top. Grinning to himself internally when he catches your nipples perking through the flimsy material, round buds bulging through your shirt which he subconsciously swirls his tongue in his mouth at. It just so happens that the second he lets his mind run off with a libido of its own, there's no telling when he'll return to his senses before you're waving a hand in front of him.

But it's not like Taehyun tries to be subtle about his 'problem' at hand. Since you've already caught his eyes drifting towards your chest in every conversation you've had, and you've always accepted his excuse of it being instinct with a raised brow.

While on movie nights he'll blatantly ask you to let him rest his head between your thighs, smiling as you give in so easily to him. Waiting for them to clench as you try to ignore your wet folds that he can hear perfectly clear between the valley of your legs.

Plus, if he's feeling extra provocative, he might feign falling asleep too. Allowing his head to drift to the side in his slumber as he rolls and turns until his lips are practically moulded right between your thighs and your clothed cunt. Faking snores that hum through his mouth, trying to restrain himself from smirking right against you when he feels your hand push gently on his head to guide his vibrating hums closer against your core than they already are.

Within that reasoning, Taehyun can't take the sole blame for being perverted. Not when you have that rough pair of real handcuffs hidden under the piles of socks on the left hand side of your closet, buried within a drawstring bag which is a terrible attempt at being discreet. Which quite literally, is what he's best at.

Since he'll do the classic underwear stealing from the pile of dirty laundry. Stuff it in his pockets, bring it up to his nose to catch any remnants of your scent or dampness, jerk off with it and so on. Cut a hole into the material where your cunt would mould against— just a decent sized hole. One that's big enough for him to fit through, and still small enough to feel as tight as he imagines you'd be. Fucking his fist raw continuously as the burn of friction between skin and fabric drives him towards release, until the tearing and fraying threads rip open the hole completely.

He'll do the cliche cumming over your bedsheets while you're out with your best friends. Hovering over where your mattress is still imprinted by the dip of your weight into the bed, giving lengthy and prolonged strokes as he spurts his warm seed all over them. Not leaving without making sure he's painted your grey sheets damp and white with at least four dumptruck loads of cum. More accurately, pools of cum by the end of his four rounds while his cock swells all over with thick globs of cream-white that'll continue ejecting for over a minute. A piece of art he would leave to your discretion and for you to discover, if only he didn't prioritise hoarding the scent of your sheets before washday all to himself.

Like any other blockbuster movie's typical pervert, he'll press his ear up against the thin drywall. Searching for anything close to your mewls he imagines you're muffling with your duvet, proving useless when all he needs to focus on is the smacking of your fingers with each wet schlk. The lewdest melody he can just about hear as its echo bounces off your walls with each plunge inside your dripping cunt.

Oh? You complained that your face towel smells weird? Looks like he didn't do that great of a job cleaning out the stain after all even though he tried his best. Too caught up in the scent of you filling all his senses. With the fragrance of your shampoo still fresh in his hair, and your lotion lathered down the underside of his cock. Its signature strawberry scent growing addictive as it forms white rings at the base of his girth, squelching and smacking against skin with every jerk of your towel wrapped around him. Pretending as though each soft stroke of your towel along his sensitive veins was your pretty hole engulfing him in your warmth. Even simulating your clenching walls with each tightened grip of his fist around his tip, whispering sweet whines to himself under hushed breaths in his best attempt at your voice. Imagining it's you who's whining for him to not pull out, imagining the scent surrounding him is your body melting against his as sweat infuses itself with the shower's condensation.

Taehyun should feel guilty about it, cumming all over your towel until it was completely soaked in his arousal. White streaks of hot seed accumulating around his rosy tip as he wipes the rest onto the lilac rag, oozing with thick droplets of his gunk as he tries to clean after his mess.

Although the effort turns out to be short lived when he's rinsing the stain off in the sink, face-to-face with his slightly foggy reflection in the mirror. Then eyeing your toothbrush left idle inside your rinse cup, instantly leading his already gross mind into a labyrinth of unchaste thoughts.

Thinking back to every morning that your schedule happens to run perfectly aligned with his, leading to your bodies bumping against each other as you simultaneously brush your teeth. Your brows knitted and intent on finishing before him, whereas he's all focused on the way your mouth parts open as you brush along the back of your teeth and round your gums. The small toothbrush poking into the side of your cheek every now and then while white foam drips from your chin— and fuck, all he can think about now for the rest of the day is pushing his fat cock past your mouth. Mocking you as you claw at his thighs, telling him your jaw aches through pitiful tears as your tongue struggles to accommodate his girth.

So he happened to have tampered about with your toothbrush and cup that day as well, unnoticed. Completely set on cumming all over your belongings as he teases over his flushed tip with the bristles of your toothbrush. Hand gripping over the edge of the bathtub he sits on, chest blushing with pink over his defined muscle and broad shoulders. Head flicking back as he grunts from the tingling sensation of your toothbrush, rubbing down his sensitive slit his eyes squeeze close at. Aiming to cum inside your cute little rinse cup with painted daisies running down the glass; it's just wrong, so wrong.

Terrible of him to do so despite him scrubbing it clean of his cum he uses to mark everything that you own. Terrible of him to be so turned on when you're hot-headed and frustrated at him. Asking over and over again if he was the one ripping through your tights. Failing to mention the batteries he took out of your vibrator, as well as the chargers he threw away into the household trash— hoping it would be enough for you to grow needy without them and instead approach him for help.

Which you do in all the slyest indirect ways you could imagine. Not wanting to fall into his ploy but unable to help it when he's spreading his legs over the couch in the tightest pair of shorts he owns. The fabric clinging tight to his bulge you can't distract your eyes from even as he calls you over to pick a strawberry from your yoghurt bowl. Licking over his fingers as he bares his canines on display, tongue swathing over each finger just to tell you the fruit was sweet like he wasn't egging you on on purpose. He notices the way you awkwardly shuffle to your room and lock the door, blasting the loudest music you could despite saying you were going to study, hoping to drown your pathetic moans out.

You'll continue to interrogate and pick at old scabs he thought he healed, bringing up the ten pieces of clothing you left in his care to wash, only to receive just nine of them back with an even muskier scent than before. Listening to the same excuses he's backed up into his memory log, telling the same lies that you only gave him nine pieces and to take out your anger on the brand of washing detergent instead. Blaming the holes ripped in your clothing on your own carelessness and the imaginary mice rummaging through your room, and equally, going silent when you mention the stains.

Taehyun knows his lies are brittle and poorly executed, but he'd rather be caught for the 'small' inconveniences than be spotted fucking into the plushie you're always hugging at night. Unaware of the zipper down the back that couldn't have loosed over time without Taehyun to help. Pulling down the zip every time he fucks his cock directly into the stuffed animal he won you as a prize at a local carnival when you first moved in, driving him crazy that you've held onto it so dearly. Taking care of the fluffy squirrel you buy all sorts of decorative clips and hand-sewn clothes for.

It's a shame that Taehyun's the one who'll have to tread lightly with each of his thrusts in order to not rip through the delicate material, he just can't help himself when he sees the outline of his cock bulging through the belly of your plushie. He just can't help it when he cums inside of the cotton with no hopes of cleaning it out. Mind reeling just thinking about his cum stuffed inside the toy being so close to you without your knowledge.

Thinking back to everything he's corrupted with his dirty deeds, painting your belongings in his off-white gunk he's unashamed over. The pocket pussy he clothes with your panties and fucks until it's gushing with his cum, your pictures on his phone he pays tributes to with a nasty jerk off session, and all the times he's insisted on riding the back seat in the car when it was just you two alone. For no other reason than to slowly fuck his cock with his fist behind your leather-padded driver's seat, plastering a smile on his lips whenever you observe him through the rear-view mirror.

At the end of the day, you can call Taehyun all the vile and spiteful words you've pent up for him, call him a gross freak and a weirdo. Call him a pervert for all he cares. Since it won't change the fact that he's into it, and it won't erase the memory of you moaning out his name on the first night you moved in <3

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[saturnsfae]

UGHHH I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUR BEOMGYU CUSSING U OUT WHILE HE FUCKS YOU SO GOOD OHMGHFHFFFFFFFF JUST IMAGINEEEEUHHHHH

ANON, thank you for being my first txt ask because this was ALL I COULD EVER ASK FOR!! MY MIND IS PLAGUED WITH GYU RIGHT NOW WOW.

warnings: (18+) nsfw. smut. mean dom!beomgyu, afab!reader, unprotected sex, dirty talk, slight dumbification (?), forced speaking (he tells u to speak when u can’t), name calling, mating press <3

fuck wait, because he’d be soooo mean, as brutal as the quick pace of his thrusts, as harsh as the hard force of his snapping hips— but it’s because you’re mean to him too and he loves the remarks, loves the back and forth, the banter and making you quiet down by his entire presence. i feel like (we all know) beomgyu loves when someone matches his freak, his wild energy, his brattiness, his smart mouth, and that applies in every single sense possible. so when you’re whining about how your thighs burn after you said you can handle topping him, the NASSTYYY eye roll he gives you afterwards almost makes you wanna hop off his cock entirely and leave him there high and dry.

so. you move to do exactly that, but he already knows you too well. well enough to push you back until you lose balance and fall onto the pillows with a gasp, climbing over you immediately while pressing his palms behind your thighs to push them against your chest and forcing the air out of your lungs so you don’t whine again. he’s folding you in half in a blink of an eye, slamming back inside you a second later while spreading your thighs further open, leaving you exposed. bare for his wandering eyes. fuck and when he does pick up the pace, it wasn’t the same as before, fast. no, he’d slide out slowly until just his tip breached your fluttering hole and then dropping his entire weight into each heavy smack back in like he’s letting gravity do its job— until nothing but guttural moans and wanton groans flow out from your drooling mouth, the only sound he wants to hear, not your bratty retorts.

“c’mon say something now.” he mutters, egging you on, voice wobbling like he’s straining back from breaking apart himself, hands gripping harder around your thighs when your hands fly to wrap around his forearms for support. fuck, you can’t even think right, trying your hardest not to let your clouding eyes roll away from his flushed face above yours, blinking rapidly as your pupils dilate wider from the delicious feeling. “oh that’s right, you can’t.” he watches your face become crimson from the arousal, resolve slowly crumble from his sinful words and his thrusts. you can feel him everywhere, with no where to hide or run from his tight hold on you.

“just want this sloppy pussy to get played with, is that it? all that fucking talk with no bite is very pathetic, baby.”

“couldn’t even fuck me right after saying you can,” and he proves that can fuck you even better with emphasis on his hips, jolting you higher against the sheets with each weighted pump. “seems like that’s all you’re thinking bout in that pretty head of yours; wanting to get fucked stupid.” he hissed, face hiding underneath his bangs as he glances down at the thick, creamy mess that coats his cock every time he pulls out, watching it squish and splatter between your sensitive sexes when he shoves himself back into your wet cunt. “just a slut that whines for nothing but cock. dirty little thing.”

“g…”

“huh??” his head snaps up at your choking gasp, eyebrow raising but he never once changes his pace, making it nearly impossible for you when he’s cracking you open. “what? fucking you too good? is it too much?” condescendingly sweet, and in other times, it would piss you off but his sweet tone really melts into desire for you at that moment.

“gyu—” you hiss through your teeth, lips wobbling as your claws dig into his thickened biceps. god; the way he enters you so smoothly, filling you in deep bursts every time— you’re mewling, tears prickling your eyes and hands now scrabbling down his chest as your toes curl high in the air. “c-cum… cumming… ‘m cumming—!”

yeah, he gets so rude sometimes. but that’s what makes you tremble, with a need for more. god, it’s just so so good.

[beomtle]

beomgyu downing his beer 🤤🤤 the way his adam’s apple bobs with every gulp and that tiny smile with the dimple????

one thing this video proved is that he’d definitely keep eye contact with you while doing it… just by the way he’s staring at his glass 😵‍💫

had to stop myself from posting right after it dropped bc i knowww i’d be too high on the beomgyu pill to even leave (yep.. still on my finals)

[bamtor1ss]

ok but holding his hair hair tightly, pulling it back and making him take the drink watching him barely be able to swallow it all at that pace? mhm yes! @hiddenhornsclub hehe

[hiddenhornsclub]

I’ve been summoned?!…

He gets all flustered by your stares. Watching your eye flicker from his pretty lips around the cup’s rim down to his prominent adams apple bobbing. Droplets of beer trail down his neck, you’re so tempted to lick it off. You were secretly getting Beomgyu hardcore drunk so you can top tonight… and it works. He’s giggly, dazed, and horny for you. With a light push on his shoulder Beomgyu is falling on the bed, staring up at you. he’s loud when during drunk sex

[thewrldx]

satosugu thinks sharing is caring...

CW: best friends, double penetration, they are arguing and annoyingly hot, they kiss, creampies

f!reader

idk bruh take my laptop away

Your best friends were really fucking annoying.

Two ego-driven idiots you've known your entire life, and somehow they always dragged you right into the middle of their bullshit. Usually it was harmless, passive aggressive comments over dinner, or petty arguments over who you liked more.

Now it was this.

Your head feels light, thoughts melting into useless static as Satoru's thick cock bullies deep into your pussy while Suguru slowly fucks into your ass from behind, both of them stretching you so full you can barely breathe around it.

And they're still arguing.

Suguru's large hand slides over you waist, fingers tightening as he pulls you back harder on him. "She's shaking," he murmurs against your ear. "You're being too rough."

Satoru scoffs instantly.

His grip bruises your hips as he drags you back onto his cock with a sharp thrust that punches a cry out of you. "She likes it rough. Don't you, sweetheart?" His fingers tap your cheek mockingly soft. "Look at her. Poor thing can't even think."

You whimper at a another brutal slam of his hips, clawing at Satoru's chest while your head falls back against Suguru's shoulder.

"See?" Suguru hums smugly. "Too much." His lips brush your temple, soft compared to the way he's filling you. "Not everything has to be a competition, Satoru."

"Everything is a competition," Satoru laughs, his blue eyes flicking towards his best friend over your shoulder. "You're just pissed I'm winning."

"Winning?" Suguru echoes, then chuckles, continuing to shove himself impossibly deeper.

The next thrusts land in sync. You mewl helplessly, pussy dripping down one cock while your tight hole squeezes the other.

"Fuuuuck," Satoru groans, head tipping back. "Bet you wish you could feel how tight this pussy gets around me." He gives a shallow thrust just to hear you whine. "So slippery and still sucking me back in. She likes me better Sugu. Can't help it."

"Aw, is that so?" Suguru challenges. "Then why is she crying for me?"

You jolt violently at the first torturously soft circle against your puffy clit, a broken 'Suguru' leaving your throat.

"Oh, that's cute," Satoru mutters, annoyed now. "Using your fingers 'cause your cock isn't enough?"

Suguru only smiles against your neck, satisfied as he continues stroking your sensitive bud. "Unlike some people, I'm actually trying to make her cum." His dark eyes lazily flick to Satoru. "You remember that's the point, right?"

"I didn't forget," Satoru hisses.

He grabs your chin, forcing your watery eyes onto his. His hips keep driving hard to reclaim your attention and make your stomach twist.

"C'mon, princess. Look at me." A deep thrust from both ends cuts off your breathing. "I'll make you feel so good, promise."

His thumbs brush over your nipples, pinching just enough to make you arch between them. You're overwhelmed—drooling, twitching, and completely lost as to why these two took so long before fucking you.

When Satoru's thrusts get deeper and faster, Suguru's follow, each one jolting you up the bed.

"O-Oh— s-shit— mmmghhh—"

Satoru groans, leaning down to mark your chest wih messy kisses and sharp bites. "Squeezing me so tight, baby girl. Fuck, you getting close?"

Suguru sucks another bruise into your neck, fingers never slowing over your clit. "You feel amazing, angel. So pretty when you fall apart for me."

"For you?"

"Yeah, for me."

"Please. You think those weak little circles are doing all this?"

"S-Shut u-up—" you finally manage, shaking as your hands thread into the hair at the back of their heads.

They're already close, a strange, heated look passing between them before you shove them together.

To your not-at-all surprise, there's zero resistance. Their lips crash together and it's messy and hungry and mean—all teeth and breathy groans swallowed into their mouth's while they keep fucking you dumb.

It's so hot, you can't help but cum as their tongues dance together in front of your eyes.

Satoru breaks the kiss first with a rough curse, Suguru following with a groan against his mouth. Both of them still at the same time as they cum together, pumping your well used holes with their release.

You can already feel the headache forming for when they start bickering about who made you cum.

2026 © thewrldx

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[napofamoon]

need some good txt smut recs pls promote or self promote to meeeee ><

[beomtle]

cocky beomgyu deserves to get his cock sucked

[beomtle]

cocky beomgyu would laugh at you for acting like such a brat, yet there you are— still on your knees for him anyway

[beomtle]

i love u. feed us more dom beomie clips

let me introduce you to one of my favs

tipsy dom beomgyu putting you in your place, his slender fingers wrapped around your neck— not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send tingles racing down your body.

“you don’t wanna live long, huh?” he murmurs, breath fanning against your lips. it’s hypnotizing enough to have you chasing after his mouth, only for him to laugh mockingly and pull away.

and you know exactly what he means by that. one way or another, he’s going to ruin you in bed.

love u anonnie <3 and thank you soobin for birthing this clip hahaha

[gyuzies]

𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ taehyun x fem!reader x beomgyu

𝜗𝜚⋆ established relationship (taehyun x reader), perv!taegyu, switch!beomgyu (pathetic beomgyu) , dom!taehyun, beomgyu sits in a literal cuck chair

Spending all of your time at your boyfriends apartment is great, endless affection, homecooked meals, not to mention endlessly teasing his perv of a roommate!

threesome (duh), exhibitionist, voyeurism (literal cuck chair), praise, degrading, double penetration, fingering, oral fem receiving, mxm action (making out), finger sucking, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, overstimulation, dry humping, beomgyu being pervy, mention of beomgyu stealing and fucking readers panties, tit sucking, finger sucking, manhandling, unprotected sex (nono) and so much more holy. THIS IS NOT REALLY PROOFREAD. AND ITS ALSO MY FIRST SMUT PIECE SO PLS CUT ME SOME SLACK.

You've always wondered what it was like to have a roommate, you were in college but always managed to swing a single dorm room. despite the privacy and tranquility single living gives you — you always seem to end up at your boyfriends apartment, who does in fact have a roommate — and paper thin walls.

Your relationship with Taehyun is perfect, he's everything you want; thoughtful, confident, charming, it's perfect — almost perfect. Not necessarily a flaw — no not at all, more an addition you could say. Beomgyu his roommate, he's a good roommate, does his share of chores, pays rent on time, doesn't make too much noise (you and Taehyun definitely don't follow that one), hell he even shares his snacks with you when Taehyun's too busy working and you're lounging at their apartment, joking you should pay rent at this point.

No, its the fact he's a giant perv, now its not really his fault is it? Taehyun goes around talking about how perfect you are, how good you are in bed, the sounds you make — he simply cant help it. Also when you go around the apartment in your pajamas, simple ones; not even sexy or slutty, he cant help but imagine how pretty you would look under him, the wrecked sounds you would make for him.

He doesn't have to do a lot of imagining when all he can hear at night is you moaning out for him — him being Taehyun. Every night without a doubt he can hear your soft moans, you begging Taehyun to keep going. All he can do is imagine he's there, how he'd stay between your legs until you push him off, how your walls would suck him in — but all he can do is imagine the panties that 'went missing' were you, the scent of you filling him as his cum trickles down his hand into the soiled panties.

You notice — of course you notice, its hard not to. His eyes always drifting down to your boobs in conversation, how he always 'accidentally' ends up with your laundry in his basket. How whenever you're with Taehyun, there's always another faint moan echoing the apartment that doesn't belong to either of you.

When you first noticed it all you immediately thought to tell Taehyun, while you enjoyed teasing his roommate you didn't think he'd like being left in the dark. Little to your knowledge he knew — oh he knew, in fact he fueled it, buying you purposely revealing clothes, not just for him, but because he knew Beomgyu would enjoy it too. And every night when he would make you whine out his name, he'd push you a little harder just so Beomgyu would have a good show.

Taehyun enjoyed it, seeing Beomgyu's face whenever he would make guy talk, telling his friends about how perfect you were, how Beomgyu would always look guilty when you accused Taehyun of stealing your panties.

Most guys when they see their roommate and best friend being pervy to their girlfriend would fight, tell him to fuck off, kick him out — but Taehyun? Why would he do that, his perfect girl is just so pretty, too pretty not to share, plus — he's always been a very generous best friend.

Now he would never just tell Beomgyu he could join — no, whats the fun in that?

No, if Beomgyu wanted to join — to watch he has to earn it, Taehyun wasn't just going to give Beomgyu the opportunity, after all, he has been watching his own best friends girlfriend, watching her, getting off to her.

While you knew of your boyfriends end goal you didn't know how it was going to pan out — of course is discussed it with you at lengths, you were his priority after all.

The thought of Beomgyu joining, watching was undeniably interesting to you, he was hot — not in the way Taehyun was, no; in a puppy sort of way, you enjoyed teasing him, the idea of Beomgyu being there was exciting, a fantasy you didn't know you had till Taehyun brought it up — and now you cant stop thinking about it. You didn't know his plan, he refused to tell you.

You were in the living room, Beomgyu nowhere in the apartment, Taehyun claimed he'd be gone all night. "It will be more fun if you're surprised, princess." He mumbles into your shoulder as he shifts your position, pulling you into his lap, looking up at you — his gaze focused on the pout forming on your lips.

"Cmon! Please baby.." you whine, hating not knowing when you would finally get to revel in the attention of both boys. You were also needy. When Taehyun brought it up it became all you could think about, the idea consumes your every thought, you imagine how Beomgyu would look — watching you then eventually how he would feel. How different his touch would be from Taehyun's, how pathetic the poor boy would be for you. Taehyun sensing you getting into your own head pulls you out of your thoughts.

"Do you trust me?" He says firmly, his gaze strong and unwavering from yours. You immediately nod, wordlessly confirming you do — of course you trust him, hes never given you a reason not to, and he wouldn't keep it from you unless he thought you would enjoy it so whether you have the patience for it or not,you'll wait —begrudgingly.

He isn't cruel, no of course not — he just knows what you want, what you need. He knows you enjoy it, the suspense of not knowing, a part of the mystery, the fun, him being the only one fully in the know — you partially aware; Beomgyu completely unaware of the fun that's about to happen.

Taehyun quickly presses a gentle kiss to your collarbone, easing your mind. "You're tense." He mumbles against the spot quickly pressing a firmer kiss onto the spot earning a content sigh from you as your arms instinctively wrap around his shoulders, tilting your head back giving him easier access.

"Taehyun.." you gasp slightly when you feel him nipping the already sensitive skin, smiling against it.

"Relax, ive got you" he mutters against the forming bruise, pulling back as he looks at your face, your breath coming in pants, throat bobbing as his eyes lock with yours.

He instantly captures your lips in a kiss, instantly giving him the power, as his hand cups your jaw, his lips soft against yours — a stark contrast to the intense and passionate way hes kissing you in.

One of his hands stays stationary on your jaw, tilting it up to meet him — the other travels down to your hip, holding you in place against him, pulling you down onto him, the stark contrast of his rough jeans pushed against your bare thighs. You choke into the kiss, your brain foggy, consumed and full of him. Whimpering as the tent forming below you stills against the soft lace of your panties, which have been drenched since he pulled you onto his lap.

"S'pretty for me baby.." Taehyun coos against your lips pulling away slightly earing a huff from you — instantly peppering soft kisses against the line of your jaw, your eyes scrunching as you enjoy the tingle of his lips against your jaw, your fingers carding through his hair — tugging against the strands when he gets to a sensitive spot by your ear, earning a soft groan from him.

"You're so perfect for me huh, baby? Making pretty sounds f'me" He whispers, his voice sharp, you can hear the desire in his voice as he grinds your core against the hilt of his jeans earning a surprised moan from you as he lets out an exasperated huff from the friction. His hands firm against your hips — most definitely leaving marks for tomorrow.

Your face buries into his shoulder moaning from the sudden and wanted pleasure, his lips reattaching to your neck. You whine mumbling into his shoulder. "Baby.." No actual malice or attempts to stop him.

"Shh, i got you — let go, okay baby?" He says softly pulling back from your neck, one hand tracing up and down your side — the action sending shivers down your spine. Nodding, giving into him as he smiles pressing a final fleeting kiss against your lips as he traces the seems of your shirt, fiddling with the hemmed lace as he glaces at you one final time making sure you're okay with it — no matter how many times you've done this he never stops asking to make sure you're okay.

Silently nodding — submitting fully for him as he lifts the edge of your shirt, signaling you to lift your arms as he pulls the loose sleep shirt off your frame, tossing it who knows where in the apartment. His lips immediately pressing against yours in a deep kiss, you can feel his control slipping moment by moment as one of his hands making quick work sneaking behind your back, skillfully unclasping your bra as he pulls back the other pulling your hips against him grinding against him through the thin layers of your panties and shorts onto his clothed bulge.

You both quickly break the heated kiss as he pulls the bra off your frame, the cold apartment air making you shiver slightly. Quickly pulling him back into the kiss, needy for him as you grind down against him, the friction barely grazing your clothed clit huffing in annoyance against his lips. Taehyun pulling back from the kiss only to connect back to your sensitive neck kissing down sweetly to your collarbone, all the while his hands move your hips shifting the position, angling it just right when you slip out a surprised moan at the sudden intense pleasure.

His lips sliding down from your neck to your collarbone, pressing hard kisses into the sensitive skin of your chest, making you moan, arching slightly into his touch, trying to escape it as he holds you down, your hips grinding down into his, making his moan into the skin.

"Always so soft for me huh, angel?" His remark remains unanswered — too into your own pleasure, your hips chasing his inching — begging for more pleasure. Soft whimpers filling the apartment with no regards for the neighbors who most definitely can hear the show happening.

Taehyun briefly pulling back — the sensation and pleasure from his lips hindering. You're about to protest when he pulls the collar of his shirt, throwing the fabric in the same direction of your forgotten shirt and bra. Dipping down to your chest, his lips latching on to your perked nipple, a strangled moan leaving your lips as you lean your head back on the edge of the couch, your body desperately trying to escape the pleasure with no luck, Taehyun's hands keeping you pressed against him, knowing your body better than you do.

The duel sensation of Taehyun's mouth on your chest and every so often his bulge unapologetically humping against your clit makes you feel overwhelmed — in the best way, your hands unable to decide if they are pulling him closer to your chest or pulling him off — squirming under his touch. Its nearly too much, feeling every part of him at once, but its also so not enough at the same time. Almost sensing it he switches his attention to the neglected bud, one of his hands snaking up pressing his thumb over the slicked sensitive bud, the cool air adding to the list of overwhelming sensations. Your hips grinding against his in rhythm trying to keep up with need for pleasure.

Taehyun is in his own head, full of you, all of his senses are overtaken by you, the grind of your clothed head against him not enough — nipping your bud earning a yelp from you as he pulls back, the only thing connecting you is a string of saliva as he looks up at you, his eyes big, dark, full of desire, needy for you.

you couldn't tell if you moaned from him — or the way he looks at you, both making you feel things. Your brain foggy with pleasure, the only thing you can think about is him, how he feels, how he made you feel — how you need more.

Taehyun, ever knowing you, pulls you from his lap, manhandling you into laying on the couch, instinctively arching into him as you lose all feeling of him you whine for him, he quickly silences it leaning over you pressing a kiss onto your lips, you chase him, one hand lacing into his hair pulling him back down, the other going further down his chest, tracing over his chest, then abs, earning a low moan from him.

Your hand blinding tracing down his toned body, getting to his very prominent and painfully neglected bulge, fiddling around trying to unbutton the jeans while still chasing his lips, he reluctantly breaks the kiss gasping slightly as your hand cups him through his jeans, leaning his forehead in the crook of your neck, panting at the sudden stimulation.

Pulling back, still half kneeling on the couch he unbuttons his jeans, unzipping them and pushing them off, soon to join the pile of long forgotten clothes. Still in his boxers, proving useless as his cock can still be seen, a wet patch of pre-cum wetting the fabric from the previous grinding you did against him.

his breathing is coming out in pants, shutting his eyes to try and regain some self control, but its hard when you are laying beneath him — looking up at him doe eyed, soft, all spread out for him, your chest moving up and down from your uneven breathes, you looked divine, ethereal; his gaze darkening, you look so perfect, needy, pliant for him, you would truly do anything for him — he'd do anything for you too, unable to think about anything but you and your pleasure.

You lay beneath him, your breath coming out unevenly and jagged, brain foggy — purely thinking of him, how you miss him how you need him on you, to feel him.

He shifts positions, his legs on either side of your hips as he leans down, one hand secure on the arm of the couch, affectively caging you in. The other holding your jaw as he leans in his lips attaching to yours, his lips moving slowly, savoring you before his tongue brushes against your bottom lip, allowing him access as his tongue dominates yours, moaning into the kiss.

Your fingers dragging up his chest curling onto his biceps, grounding you. The kiss heated, full of desire and desperation as your hips grind up against his clothed cock, desperate for any pleasure, moaning into the kiss as he hisses from the sudden sensitivity. His lips part from yours, leaving your breathing uneven, desperate for him you start to whine.

"Baby, please.." You shift under him squirming — trying to chase any sort of friction for pleasure. "What do you want, angel hm?" his voice rough but contained. "You, always you Taehyun.." Your tone desperate, clinging to him desperate for any connection to him.

"Always asking so nicely f'me, such a good girl aren't you?" He coos in your ear as you arch into him, trying to chase his movements.

"Wanna feel you.. please?" You phrase it as a question but it was never a question to him — he would do whatever you wanted, what he knew you needed. His lips trailing down the already marked up skin, his lips wandering down from your neck to your collarbone to your cleavage nipping at your sensitive buds earning a yelp from you. smiling against your skin as he continues leaving a path of wet kisses all over your skin, the cold air nipping at the trail of wet skin making you shiver against him.

Holding your hips down as nips at the skin on your stomach then soothing the spot with his tongue. Looking up at you every so often gauging your reaction. Your eyes scrunched closed feeling him everywhere your chest rising and falling with uneven breathes.

His mouth ghosts over the lace of your pajama shorts, glancing up at you for a moment before speaking." This okay still, sweet girl?" Your brain empty besides him, you nod, your hip trying to meet his touches. He hums in amusements sliding down on the couch as he traces the lace, drawing it out as you whine. He may be the most loving boyfriend but cant resist teasing you.

Loving the sounds you make when your needy, begging him for more — knowing hes the only one who could make you like this — for now.

his fingers skim past the waist band, ghosting over your clothed cunt a soft moan escaping from you as you twist your head trying to hide your moans. Now eye level with your clothed cunt, Swallowing the lump in his throat, the lust taking over his as he presses a soft, teasing kiss to your covered clit, whimpering under his gaze and feeling the relief of him finally touching you where you need.

Taehyun continuing to tease you — suck your sensitive clit through the fabric of your soaked panties, just barely enough to feel it but still driving both of you crazy. "So pretty under me.." mumbling against your mound, the words barely processing, the overwhelming feeling of too much and not enough overtaking you.

"Taehyun stop teasing me, please.." You beg, so close to finally getting what you need. Taehyun satisfied with your begging presses a final kiss to your clothed clit before shifting, his fingers catching the waist band of your shorts, tapping your hip to lift, lifting your hips as he slowly, painstakingly slips the pieces of useless fabric off your frame. the only thing connecting you is a string of slick sticking your panties. The sight earning a groan from Taehyun as he throws them aside.

Taking you in, basking in how pretty you look for him; naked, fully giving yourself to him. Feeling his gaze on you, your thighs instinctively try and shut, his large hands stopping you, pressing a sloppy kiss onto the inner of your thigh, his hand tracing up it.

"Patience, sweet girl — or we stop, Got it?" He warned you as you relax into him. His strong hands pulling your thighs apart as he takes you in, your cunt glossy from soaking through your panties, one last time he blows on it, the cold air shocking you — you pout, he raises his brows smiling slightly as he nips the skin of your thigh. Pressing open mouthed kisses on your inner thigh, centimeters from where you need him to be.

"Please.." you gasp as you feel his breath against your soaked core. He hums as he brings his fingers to it, spreading the slick earning a few breathed moans from you. His own breath ragged as he watches your hole clench around nothing.

Finally, pressing a soft kiss to your clit — Your hands immediately attaching to his hair one arm cage around your thigh keeping you there. The other stays on your pussy, keeping you open as he kitten licks your clit, just enough to make you crazy.

His tongue leaving you clit, only to lick up your slit, the room filling with your soft ragged moans. Diving in, his lips attach back to your clit sucking hard — your fingers pulling his hair making him moan into your pussy — the vibrations pushing you even further.

His grip on your thigh tightens as he dives impossibly further into your cunt, lapping up every drop you make, his lips leaving your clit but not straying far, his tongue inching into your slit, licking up everything you give. Your nails scratching at his scalp, the pleasure unreal — almost too much, yet not enough.

His tongue tracing the entrance of your hole, his nose nudging your clit bring you duel sensation — your back arching up to grind against his face, chasing the pleasure, his tongue broaching your tight hole earning a string of high pitched moans, one of your arms covering your eyes the other gripping hard in his hair.

His free hand snake downs rubbing smooth, firm circles on your clit as his tongue assaults your hole — its too much — so good, you can feel yourself getting close to your limit, wriggling under his touch, grinding mindlessly against his face chasing your orgasm.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as his movements quicken, sensing your impending orgasm, the apartment full of your sounds — from your loud moans, to the squelching of your slick against him. His movements making you see stars — the contrast of his fingers toying sensitive sensitive clit, and his tongue roughly pulling you closer to your orgasm — its too much.

"T-Taehyun, fuck please please!-" You don't know what your begging for; for him to slow down or go faster — your back arching into him, basically humping his face — to no complains of him, his senses are full of you, your sweet slick covering his face as he moans int your pussy.

"You're close aren't you huh?" his tongue retracts from your pulsating hole earing a whine — shortly cut off when his fingers fasten on your clit, moving just right. His eyes focused, as he watches you his gaze drifting slightly a smirk playing on his lips as he focuses on you coming undone under him.

"Come for me, pretty, let go, that's it good girl." He coos, you feel his eyes on you, its teetering on overstimulation, but the mix of his voice — his praise and the attack on your clit makes you go over the edge. Your orgasm washing over you, your moans and whimpers streaming out uncontrollable as you move under him trying to escape the overstimulation. His fingers slow down, not halting coaxing you through your orgasm with soft praises you can barely register.

When your breathing finally evens out, you wince from the overstimulation to your clit. He hums, his gaze not on you as he presses a final kiss to your clit — gasping as you take a deep breathe. When you pull your arm back from your eyes you look down at him, his hair a mess, sweat coating him — your slick covering the better half of his face. You were expecting him to be looking at you, like he always did but no.

His eyes lingered behind you, using all your strength you tilt your head back, your blood running cold —Beomgyu.

Beomgyu — standing there, his eyes wide, the bag you assume he was previously holding fallen on the floor, the contents surrounding it. His hand twitching at his side, his gaze solely on you, his eyes

Beomgyu — standing there, his eyes wide, the bag you assume he was previously holding fallen on the floor, the contents surrounding it. His hand twitching at his side, his gaze solely on you, his eye going from your face to your boobs then to Taehyun — unable to gauge his reaction from your blissed out state.

When your head finally clears you look at him, then at Taehyun — who was smirking — he knew, you now knew, Beomgyu clueless and short circuiting doesn't know what to do.

Taehyun doesn't move away — no, his hand previously on your clit runs down to your slit, a gasp falling from your lips as you scrunch your eyes shut. His fingers gathering your release on his finger, his other hand grabbing your face, signally you to open. Your mouth opens for him as you suck your release from his fingers, moaning around them as he tilts your head back, making eye contact with the still frozen Beomgyu, who has barely moved from his spot, his chest rising up and down.

Taehyun quickly removes his fingers from your mouth, bringing them back down to your slit, catching your hole. Your voice breaks into a moan, still unable to look away from Beomgyu as Taehyun's fingers press into your tight hole, curling against your gummy walls.

The room is silent, so to speak, not really — the room full on heavy breathing, the wet sound of Taehyun's fingers curling into your hole, your moans. The room is devoid of talking the lack of words being said, heavy — the room full of tension and not one word has been said since Beomgyu came in.

Taehyun doesn't look at you — hes looking at Beomgyu, his fingers curling deep into your sensitive hole, soft at first, almost testing if you were ready. Beomgyu's eyes lock with Taehyun's, your soft whimpering becoming background noise hard not to focus on. When finally, Taehyun breaks the silence.

"Either get out, or sit down and watch — Nothing you haven't heard before, hm?" His tone mocking, but his words honest. An invite — or an exit, hes giving him an out he knows Beomgyu wont take. Beomgyu finally snaps out of his trance, His legs moving without being told, sitting on the small arm chair opposite of the one currently being used.

Beomgyu's eyes meet yours, holding contact. When Taehyun is satisfied with Beomgyu's position he silently turns his attention back on you, Your hole clenching around his fingers from Beomgyu's gaze on you. He lets out an amused hum. "Such a slut, huh? getting all worked up by Gyu catching us?" His voice condescending as his fingers thrust meanly into you, The walls echoing the sound of your moans.

Beomgyu thinks hes dreaming, I mean sure hes dreamed of it too many times — but being here watching you, a dream couldn't be this good. The tent in his pants growing unfairly painful, one of his hands palms the clothed erection, forcing a pathetic moan from his lips, making you moan hearing it, causing a cycle of yours and Beomgyu's moans.

Taehyun's eyes look over to Beomgyu, his best friend — palming himself through his pants, watching you, and himself. "Never said you could touch yourself, i said watch" Taehyun spat out, his tone malice — taking it out on your poor sweet pussy, his fingers plunging against the sweet gummy spot making you arch into him, chasing the pleasure, trying to grind down into his fingers.

Beomgyu's hand retracts, his fingers digging into the arms of the chair, his leg drumming up and down, feeling helpless — just watching you, yearning to feel you.

"Taehyun!- please, god m'so—" You can barely speak, Taehyun's assault on your pussy, his fingers pressing and hitting the right spot over and over again — your brain switching off. "What do you need pretty? Wanna come for us? Give Gyu a show." He coos softly, his thumb gliding back to your clit, swollen and neglected. His thumb rubbing harsh, tight circles on your throbbing clit as you cry out for him.

Tears forming in the corners of your eyes, shaking under Taehyun's body and Beomgyu's piercing gaze, You can feel your orgasm crashing over you soon, clenching around His fingers, your eyes rolling back into your head, squirming.

Taehyun focuses back on Beomgyu, who looks wrecked and disheveled. "You spent every night listening' through the walls, Imagining it was you hm? You still wish it was you, but no — I'm letting you watch and you haven't even said thank you?"

Beomgyu's eyes widen, his mouth dry, his voice unsteady. "Thank you." He barely musters out, Taehyun hums.

Beomgyu's brain working overtime trying to process when he looks at you, perfect, your thighs trembling , your boobs moving every time your arch into Taehyun's touch, layer of sweat that makes you look irresistible.

His eyes meet yours, glossy and tearful — eyebrows furrowed as you look at him, helpless.

He recognizes the signs — through the walls every night, when you're about to cum. Hes preparing himself, he can feel himself throbbing, a part of him convinced he might come untouched just by finally watching you.

You can feel it finally pushing over the edge, the pleasure bubbling, Taehyun's fingers making a mess of you, you're about to come all over his fingers, in front of Beomgyu.

Then Taehyun stops.

You can feel the pleasure fading as Taehyun withdraws his fingers from your aching hole — tears finally falling, from being so close and it being taken away from you. seizing under Taehyun's body trying desperately to cling to the last hope of your orgasm.

You immediately try and protest, "Taehyu —" He cuts you off with a look silencing your protests.

He gets up from in between your thighs, standing tall over your worn out frame. Leaning down between your thighs, gathering the slick from your core making you whimper, looking at his fingers, sticky from your slick coating them.

Taehyun gets up from the couch, standing over both you and Beomgyu, his gaze focused on Beomgyu, looking up at him from the chair eyes glossy and his lips red and bitten. Walking to him, standing over him.

"Suck." Taehyun's voice breaking the silence Beomgyu exhaling a breath he didn't know he was holding. Beomgyu looks up at him, his eyes dark and wide. Taehyun's hand not covered in your slick holds the boys chin up as Beomgyu's soft lips wrap around Taehyun's fingers.

Beomgyu moans at the taste of you — sweet, salty — perfection. His eyes shut, savoring the flavor of you, Beomgyu's hands grasp onto Taehyun's thighs — sucking hard on his fingers trying to get every drop of your previous, and failed orgasm off Taehyun's fingers. His eyes open, looking helplessly up at Taehyun, who lets out a groan at the view below him.

Taehyun removes his fingers from Beomgyu's mouth, to his dismay trying to chase the fingers as they are taken from him. Quickly Taehyun dips down to Beomgyu's level, replacing his fingers with his mouth. His tongue forcing its way into Beomgyu's mouth. Beomgyu whimpers into the kiss — his hands moving up tangling into Taehyun's hair.

The kiss is messy, their tongues swapping your essence between them, both boys moaning into the kiss, their tongues clashing, fighting for dominance — Beomgyu happily gives to Taehyun; addicted to the taste of you in between them.

You're sitting there, watching them, the sight of the two boys making our, sharing your cum between them is too much, its erotic — Taehyun forcing the older boy into submission, dominating his mouth.

You instinctively start rubbing your thighs together, desperate for any sort of friction, still sensitive from your failed orgasm you let out a small pitched moan — catching the attention of the boys.

Taehyun pulls back from Beomgyus lips — a string of spit connecting them as Beomgyu whines from the loss of contact. Not yet focusing on you he pushes his thumb into Beomgyu's mouth pressing down on his tongue making Beomgyu moan; sucking his thumb, never breaking eye contact with him

"Such a boy boy, hm?" Taehyun purrs, removing his thumb from Beomgyus mouth running the spit spit soaked digit against his pouted out bottom lip. You cant take it — your hands move before your brain, your fingers snake down your body, rubbing small soft circles on your clit — the relief and pleasure instant but not enough.

The boys snapping out of their daze with each other turn their attention on you. A small sound leaves your lips as the boys stare back at you.

"So needy hm? Planned this all for you and he hasn't even got to touch you yet huh?" He tsks feigning fake compassion as he tilts Beomgyus chin up to him.

"Go on, You've been listening to us for months, you can finally get a taste, huh pup?" Taehyun pulls away from Beomgyu who looks like a kid in a candy shop. Standing from the chair — his legs feeling like mush as he walks over to you falling to his knees in front of you his whole body shaking from desire — from finally getting to taste you, to feel you. Every fantasy he thinks about when he fucks his fist, listening to you through the walls — coming to reality.

Beomgyu looks up at you, his eyes resembling a puppy waiting for a treat — which in this case pretty much describes Beomgyu. He's vibrating in front of you, from nerves and excitement. Taehyun moves to sit next to you on the couch, not touching — just observing you both.

"You've spent so much time listening to what she likes, why not put it into actions hm, show us if you've learnt anything from being a little pervert." He mocks Beomgyu — but it doesn't phase him, it turns him on. Your legs automatically spread for the boy in front of you, he moans. Moans at the sight of you, the smell of you, hes drooling almost — about to cum in his pants like a teenager. He looks over at Taehyun, almost like asking permission; hes hesitant and Taehyun can sense it.

Taehyun who can tell your impatient — you keep trying to press your thighs together. He takes the lead, grabbing the back of Beomgyus head tangling his fingers in his hair earning a whimper from him, pushing his head into your pussy.

After the shock wears off he immediately moans into your core, his hands gripping your thighs — which are caging him in, making him unable to leave, not like he ever wants to. Hes lapping up your juices, plunging his tongue deep into your sopping hole, earning a wince from you as you lean your head back a string of moans leaving your lips.

His nose nudges your clit as his tongue thrusts in and out of your tight hole. occasionally looking up at you and Taehyun to make sure hes doing it right. He doesn't stop — no he never wants to, hes right where he wants to be. His ears ring only focusing on pleasuring you, sucking and licking up all your juices.

You don't know what to feel, the sensation of Beomgyu in between your thighs and Taehyuns eyes piercing you its too much. You can feel your orgasm rapidly approaching from Taehyun edging you earlier. Taehyun notices your state, leaning int you his fingers on your jaw as he pulls you into a soft heated kiss — you can faintly taste yourself on his tongue from when he was kissing Beomgyu.

Moaning from the kiss, the thoughts and Beomgyus endless prodding of your hole and faint stimulation to your aching bud its so perfectly enough. You pull from the kiss moaning and whimpering, your whole body shaking as Beomgyus actions speed up, his fingers digging into your thighs, his nails leaving small crescent shapes that will be sore later.

Beomgyu feels your pussy clenching around his tongue — your sign you're about to come. Taehyun presses a soft kiss to your jawline muttering as he pulls back, his eyes catching Beomgyu.

"so rude to Beomgyu, haven't even said thank you to him, after hes eating you so well hm? Thought you had better manners, bad girls don't cum, bunny."

You whimper at him denying your orgasm, your brain working overtime trying to form words. "Thank you, thank you, thank you — oh my god please, Beomie please —" You whimper, saying Beomgyus name when really it was Taehyun you were begging.

The sounds of your begging and pleas go straight to Beomgyus dick, making him moan into your pussy.

Taehyun hums, as if hes deciding if you deserve it. "Go on, been so good for us."

You could cry — you are crying, your orgasm hitting you like a truck, you cant stop shaking. Beomgyus movements don't stop, they slow — helping you ride out the orgasm. Tears falling, soft sniffles as you wince from overstimulation but Beomgyu doesn't move. Lapping up all of your cum, greedy for it.

Its not till Taehyun pulls Beomgyu off you feel at ease, looking down at him, the lower half of his jaw soaked from spit and your cum, but he looks so happy — full of bliss his pupils blown out, you're nearly convinced he enjoyed it more than you.

Beomgyu pulls himself up, crawling on top of you as his lips meet yours desperately, tasting yourself on his tongue, moaning into the kiss — your hand threading his hair, the other pulling at the collar of his sweatshirt, breaking the kiss to pull it off — the soft thud of the sweatshirt falling making it long forgotten.

Your lips move down his jaw, down his neck dipping down and traveling over his chest — your teeth trailing over his nipple earning a high pitched moan from him before he pulls away. quickly standing up pushing both his sweatpants and boxers down, shrugging them off.

Taehyun pulling you against him, your back against his bare chest, feeling him through the thin layer of his boxers as Beomgyu straddles your hips. His dick hitting his stomach as his chest rises from his uneven breathing — looking between you and Taehyun, unsure if this is okay.

"Use your words, you always imagined this, you tell him what you want, angel." Taehyun whispers in your ear, his eyes never leaving Beomgyu as you shift your hips, unintentionally grinding against Taehyuns painful bulge, hissing as he steadies your hip, looking up at Beomgyu.

"Wanna feel you, please, inside me — god i need it so bad." Your lower lip trembling — feeling so needy for both of the boys. Beomgyu whimpers at your pleas — sucking in a breath, muttering something under his breath as he moves in between your thighs.

Your legs wrap around his hips, desperately trying to get him closer, Being caged between the two men heightening all your senses, your eyes don't know where to go — looking back at Taehyun who's rock hard beneath you, or Beomgyu.

Beomgyus hand thinks for itself, teasing his dick, his tip sticky with pre-cum which hes uses to prep himself. His thumb brushing over his bright red tip, swiping across the sensitive slit making him whimper. He mumbles curses and encouragements under his breath that you cant quite catch, but Taehyun does, laughing slightly, feeling the vibrations on your back.

Beomgyu gasps as he rubs his tip against your entrance — already feeling overstimulated from your past orgasms he doesn't tease — hes been wanting this for so long he cant wait any longer, lining up with your hole he sinks in.

It takes a moment before hes fully in you — but you can feel him everywhere. Hes not as thick as Taehyun but longer — the stretch making you see stars. The man above you a whimpering mess, the room devoid of silence — his pathetic whimpers bouncing off the walls as he tries not to come instantly at your tight walls sucking him in. He stills in you, with the occasional rut and whimper when you clench around him.

When he finally starts moving its like fireworks — pleasure instant as he thrusts into you, broken moans falling from both of your lips. He moves fast, pounding into your cunt, like if he stops it will disappear, treating you like his personal pocket pussy.

Taehyun watching the scene unfold gets impatient, while you're blissed out he maneuvers his boxers off, his hand snaking down to your clit tapping it and rubbing fast on it making you scream out, clenching so hard you nearly push Beomgyu out, making Beomgyu wince in pleasure.

"So good for us huh baby? think you can take both of us?" he murmurers in your ear, The thought of taking both cocks at once makes your mouth water, whimpering at the thought, and from Beomgyus broken moan, he agrees.

Taehyun shifting your position as Beomgyu stops moving, slowly pushing in, feeling your walls clench around him he moans — holding your hip steady — almost pushing both of them out.

The stretch is unreal — painful in the most pleasurable way possible. Feeling so full its making you brainless.

Beomgyu cant take it as he desperately ruts into you, earning a hiss from Taehyun and a strangled gasp from you.

"Be good or you watch, simple." His words sharp, a demand — a punishment if provoked. Beomgyu doesn't respond just a whimper and a nod.

When the painful stretch dulls you nod, the boys making eye contact before they both move.

They both begin thrusting, Taehyuns control snapping as he roughly pounds into the shared hole — Beomgyu trying to keep up, whimpering from the sensation of you and Taehyun against him. The momentum causing both of them to fuck int you mercilessly, feeling them everywhere.

Both boys in your hole, Taehyuns fingers making quick work of your clit, Beomgyus hands gripping hard on your hips — your thighs whenever he can grasp.

Your orgasm hits you like a train — hard and sudden, the room filled with the wet sounds of the boys pounding into you, riding you through your orgasm.

Beomgyus crashes over him when you ride through yours — desperately thrusting into you chasing his release through you — his personal wet dream and fleshlight, cumming hard — his cum coming out in thick ropes in your tight pussy, still rutting through the orgasm, unable to stop even when painful.

Taehyuns comes quickly soon after, edging himself all night — watching you both get off sends him off the rails, his hand trailing off your clit grabbing onto Beomgyu's hip pushing him further in, earning exasperated moans from both you and Beomgyu that pushes Taehyun to his orgasm. Cum streaming out of your hole.

After who knows how long, the boys pull out — earning a wince from you. Beomgyu watches as both the boys loads trickle down your thighs onto the sofa. You collapse back onto Taehyun who brushes hair from your face peppering soft kisses on your shoulder, Beomgyu falls down onto your stomach wrapping his arms around your waist burying himself into your stomach.

As your eyes flutter shut you can barely hear the conversation the boys are having, drifting in and out of awareness.

"You could have just asked, instead of listening in like a weirdo." Taehyuns voice calm and amused as his fingers thread your hair.

"You didn't have to lie to me and tell me to come home asap too." Beomgyu resorts flicking Taehyuns thigh looking up at him from your stomach.

"Ill remember that for next time."

an: holy shit this was A PROCESS. spent days working on it. alot of crash outs and sprints fjjfoiweo ty to my love friends who helped me thru it :(( im very aware this isnt the best smut but its also my first piece so yeahhhh, this was also meant to be a 600 follower special but its closer to a 700 follow one... ANYWAYS HOPE U ENJOYED REBLOGS AND COMMENTS R ALWAYS APPRECIATED

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[koqabear]

bad pup!

your pup loves you so much! though, he can get a little carried away sometimes...

maltese hyrbid! beomgyu x fem! reader

genre : smut

word count 1.7k

warnings: sub!beomgyu, dom!mc, jealousy, possessiveness, dacryphilia, pillow humping, masturbation, exhibitionism/voyeurism, begging, use of the names "master", "miss", and "puppy", edging, brief slapping/hair pulling/biting (m. rec), cockwarming, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, not proofread <3

notes: is this picture not insane. and if i say a camboy au came into mind upon seeing it… (didn't feel like writing all that though. youre getting this instead.)

puppy hybrid!beomgyu who's the sweetest thing ever— glued to your side from the first day you took him in, so happy to be away from the cold and scary shelter he was stuck at before.

helps you around the house, learns to cook so you have a full course meal to come back to every day after work; more often than not, you're greeted by a clean house and your puppy in his cute apron, tail wiggling and fluffy ears flopping around as he runs to you— the sweet smell of whatever pastry he made today clings to him as he crushes you in a hug, burying his nose in your neck and squeezing the life out of you while whining that he missed you.

he's so, so incredibly clingy— you were only gone for a few hours, yet he treats it like it's been years since he last saw you. he sits next to and watches you eat with starry eyes, neglecting his food until you scold him to eat. even then, he simply opens his mouth childishly, going "ahhhh" until you give in and feed him yourself. the victorious smile on his face is enough to keep you from getting annoyed with him.

puppy!beomgyu who can get a little possessive sometimes— but it's a normal trait for dog hybrids, isn't it? it's the only way you can reason the way he's acting tonight. you only agreed to let him be your plus one to your company dinner after he started crying when you said no; you'd only done it in fear of him getting overwhelmed from being in such a crowded room, and now you wonder if you should've put your foot down back then.

he's quiet— it's unusual to see him like this, so reserved and observant. but, that's not what's been bothering you tonight, no, it's the way he's been looking at anyone that even thinks about approaching you— his ears press flat on his head, his mouth pulling back in a snarl whenever your male coworkers greet you— when soobin manages to get past his defenses and pulls you in a quick hug, you almost think you're about to witness a fight go down.

beomgyu's not above admitting to jealousy; he's done it so freely in the past, always coming to you with a pout and a plea to not let anyone get so close with you, to not let them "scent" you. no matter how many times you told him that your human friends don't do that, he insisted anyway.

when beomgyu had pulled you away from him, nails digging into your wrist, you tried to keep calm— you knew he'd take it the wrong way if you started scolding him to behave. you do, however, have to tell beomgyu to fix his face after seeing soobin get so nervous under beomgyu's intense gaze.

it was like setting off a ticking bomb— he'd already been on edge earlier, but you think this might've pushed him past his limits. as soobin continued to laugh and joke with you, he resigned to go sit at your table and watch from afar. and while you wanted to run to his side and make sure nothing was wrong, a part of you knew it was better to leave him alone.

puppy!beomgyu who proceeds to watch you for the rest of the dinner. quiet and calm, eerily so— his dark pupils following your every move, watching you go from person to person, a bright smile on your face and your movements so free and happy; if you had looked a little closer, you would've been able to pick up on the way he was burning with jealousy.

the car ride home is dead silent. even with the radio playing, it still feels like there's no noise at all. not compared to the way he'd been talking your ear off on the way there, rambling about how excited he was to finally meet your coworkers. when you glanced over at him, he turned his back to you, looking out the window instead. his tail thumped rhythmically against the leather seats.

he gets out the car as soon as you pull into the driveway; you try to scold him for doing so while the car is still moving, but the only response you get is the slam of a car door, and the sight of him stomping off into the house. you're sitting in the driveway for a good twenty minutes, wondering what you could possibly do to remedy the situation.

it was all just a matter of jealousy, wasn't it? maybe you hadn't done enough to prepare your puppy for all the new scents, the people, everyone approaching you— you should've known better than to throw beomgyu into such a situation.

when you finally go inside your house, it's quiet… it feels wrong, stepping in such a dark and still home, always used to the white noise of the television and beomgyu's absentminded humming. instead, the only light you find is that of your bedroom lamp bleeding into the hallway. you follow the source, ready to bow your head and apologize.

but when you push open the door to your room, you find something entirely different— puppy!beomgyu lifts his face from your pillow, tear stained and flushed, his hair ruffled and falling into his eyes. when his pupils meet yours, blown out and shiny, his hips rut faster into your other, folded pillow.

he's facing you, back arching as his mouth falls open, a broken little moan slipping from his throat. his face falls back on your pillow, and he hugs the other one tighter, drool pooling out his mouth as he thrusts deeper into the makeshift hole he's made— your eyes fall to his lower half, mouth drying at the way his tail jumps with pleasure and he cries out your name.

puppy!beomgyu who begins to cry after seeing you freeze at the doorway, brows pinching together and tears dotting his lashes as his whole body flushes with humiliation— yet, he can't bring himself to stop, and his whole body rocks as he keeps going.

"m'sorry…" he whimpers, "i just— i can't… i can't stop. m'sorry…"

your heart pounds against your chest as he continues to whine for you— his stare won't leave your face, hungry for every reaction as he continues to fuck your pillow, his eyes rolling back as he inhales the faint scent of your shampoo on the fabric he's stuffed his face into— when he finally pulls back, he takes a deep breath, his ears perking up as he catches your scent change.

"master…" he begs, "please, please come touch me— i need you, please…"

embarrassed, he buries his face back in your pillow, his whines muffled and the red tips of his ears poking out. you hear your name slip from his lips, and it's enough to have you moving forward.

puppy!beomgyu who you always thought was pretty— but right now, as you turn him over and he looks up at you with big empty eyes, you think this might be the best he's ever looked, his cheeks a light pink and his dark hair splayed like a halo around his head. when you rip the pillow from his lap, his cock bounces up and against his tummy, sticky tip leaving a trail of precum against his skin— his lashes flutter, sending you a dazed smile as he watches you undress.

your puppy has always been so noisy— so it shouldn't be a surprise to hear the way he whines and whimpers at the feeling of your cunt tightening around his cock, taking him all the way and grinding down until he's bottomed out inside you. all he can do is cry out how good you feel with teary eyes, grabbing at your hips and thrusting up to try and fuck you— you have to pin his hands above his head and scold him to sit still.

puppy!beomgyu who does just that; he does whatever you tell him to, moaning out your name and apologizing for his behavior, begging for your forgiveness while you continue to ride him, your breasts bouncing in front of his face only serving to drive him mad.

"do whatever you want to me— use me, please," he whines, "but only me— i want you to look at only me, miss."

pull his hair, bite his neck, slap his face when his hips jump and he tries to control the pace— he loves it all, and he doesn't even try to hide it. he'll cry for mercy whenever you slow down, holding off from letting him cum until his chest is flushed pink and his face is shiny with tears, calling you mean but still listening when you tell him to not cum yet.

he lets this go on as long as you want it to, letting you cum on his cock over and over again, eyes rolling back every time he feels you milking him, squeezing his length tight— but he holds off from doing the same, each quiet plea instantly shut down with a look. you let it go on until he finally breaks, his nails digging into his palms as he fights to not disobey your orders to not touch you, fresh tears spilling from his eyes.

"please miss, can i cum now?" he'll sniffle softly, blinking away tears, "i promise i'll be a good boy from now on, 'm sorry for overstepping, but please— i can't hold it anymore, please—!"

you can't deny your puppy— not when he begs so sweetly, staring up at you with starry eyes as you finally give him permission to let go; he throws his head back, body tensing and his hips stuttering against yours as he cums deep inside. it's so much, and all you can do is roll your hips against his, cooing out how well he did and helping him ride out his orgasm.

"so good, so so good— y'treat me so well master, thank you," he hiccups, his cock continuing to pump you full, "i'll be a good pup from now on, i— i promise…"

puppy!beomgyu who whines for you to stay on top of him, even after he's calmed down; who says with a shy smile that you smell like him now— and when you place a fond kiss on his forehead, brushing his hair back and telling him how good he was for you, he gets hard again.

[fairyofshampgyu]

☆ On Hiatus ?!

genre: college au, manhwa artist au, crack, smut

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.

word count: 6.3k

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, and 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 to 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 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 at the sound of the project. It was totally up your alley, 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 slowly going wide. 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, slowly grinning. You just thought of an absolutely brilliant idea. “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 pants, as if this wasn’t everything you’ve pretty much wanted in real life.

You pull your fingers out of his mouth slowly, watching the connecting string of saliva from his mouth 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 drenched 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, clearly not being able to take it.

“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 freezes again when faced with your bra, staring dumbly, seemingly bewildered.

“And my bra.” You deadpan.

He reaches up, attempting to, nervously fiddling with the fabric.

“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. So pretty…” He doesn’t even move, still staring and gawking at your breasts 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 over, 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 so you lift yourself off him to rid yourself of your drenched underwear, discarding it carelessly. His big eyes follow every single one of 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 at his expression. “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 dick, 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, yet 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 so 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 to it.

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 boobs 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 are 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.

You can’t say no to that, leaning down, you 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 scream 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 just totally 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, barely 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.

[napofamoon]

those new lads cards sure are something else…

[fairyofshampgyu]

COMING SOON...

˙⋆✮ TOMORROW X TOGETHER HOST CLUB !

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 as 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?

[napofamoon]

oh…… moonie likie hehe