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Probably 95 percent of themes, prompts, kinks and fetishes are a-okay for me. What I do not write for are extreme age gaps, (pseudo) incest, drugs, scat or rape. Idk, I also wouldn't write something absurd like balloon sex or wtv, but I don't think anyone on here would request that.
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hey hey i love your works! could i please request an established poly taehyun, beomgyu and reader smut please? maybe one where beomgyu is kind of under the weather because he saw some hate on his recent live and taehyun and reader come to his hotel room to make him feel loved again
𝑆𝐸𝑁𝐷𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸˗ˏˋ✉︎ˎˊ
C.BG x K.TH
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɪᴅᴏʟ!ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ɪᴅᴏʟ!ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴ
ꨄ︎ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ
ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: you always treat your boyfriends fairly because you love them both so, although sometimes one requires a little more of your love…
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: established poly relationship (they share a girlfriend), insecurities(gyu is feeling down), comfort, smut, groping, kissing, dirty talk, lots of pet name, lots of praise, lots of whimpering(please help me gyu whimpering is so hot), gyu cries (awe), dom!taehyun, sub!beomgyu, voyerism?(idk they are all in a relationship so…), masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (m.rec), aftercare
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3.7k
𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ⚠︎
𝙆𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨…⋆˚࿔ I made the dynamic that gyu and tyun share reader as a girlfriend purely because I'm personally not confident enough to write member x member so I hope that's okay anon!!!🫶 they are technically all still in the relationship though so yeah it's pretty close!! ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜.ᐟ
"Tyun, is weverse playing up again?" You pout, tapping at your phone screen with knuckles since your hands are preoccupied, makeup staining your fingertips where you've wiped away stray mascara falling past your lashes. The damn thing had been stuttering for a while but the pure black that's replaced Beomgyu's face is glaringly offensive.
"It has... but I don't think that's why he ended the live" had you missed him bidding goodbye? You don't think so, but Taehyun seems to know something you don't, voice levelled and composed behind you as he shuffles upright from where he was perched against the headboard, typing words into his phone you cannot read from the desk.
You lean back, concerned for what he's not telling you and Taehyun barely needs prompt that you wish to know.
"There were some... less than polite comments coming through" you scrunch your brows at that, puzzled as to why; the live was only Beomgyu relaxing against the couch in his hotel room, winding down after a concert and he'd only been on air for twenty minutes but you trust Taehyun enough to accurately account for what he had seen in the comment section.
"I'm gonna go check on him, carry on getting ready" Taehyun states as he lifts up, working his way around the bed frame and towards the door, but the last thing on your mind now is going out. You'd planned a night walk around the city with Beomgyu and Taehyun, exploring new streets and simply spending time with them on tour since you don't know the next time you'll be able to come along with them. Yet now unease festers in your gut, you both know Beomgyu's tendency to lock away those serious feelings, a tender sonder in which he gets lost in, and if left alone too long he compartmentalises those thoughts all by himself and that just won't do.
"No way, I'm coming too" discarding the task you had been preoccupied with before, you stand with conviction to also be present for your boyfriend. After all, it's your duty to make sure those somber thoughts don't drown out what matters to him.
You and Taehyun make your way in the elevator to Beomgyu's floor, both shuffling feet impatiently waiting for the doors to swing open. For each tour stop you'd been equally dividing your time between their rooms but it appears Beomgyu might need you a little more than Taehyun does right now, you suspect you'll have to keep him company tonight instead, not that you presume Taehyun will mind much, he's just as concerned as you are. When you finally reach the right floor he allows you out first, following closely behind until you're both stood outside his door. A sharp knock and you both hold your breathes, preparing for how he'll appear when you open the door.
It's a shock to the both of you - but he looks... fine. Not sullen or withdrawn, yet neither satisfied. Just neutral. Beomgyu breaks the silence for the three of you.
"Oh, you guys all ready?" In a tick the corners of his mouth raise into a small smile - but just a second too late because you've already seen what's lying underneath, the pensive contemplation on his features he took took long to hide.
"Not really, we're coming to check in on you" Taehyun observes as you both step inside his room, a few snack packets scattered but nothing unusual. His phone is still propped against the table, the same angle from the live.
"I just ended... I'll be ready soon" there's the infliction in his tone you've been anticipating, the drop off as though he's reserving what it is he really wishes to say so you snap towards his direction, watching as he reaches into his suitcase to prepare appropriate clothing to go out "what were the comments that made you end early?"
Perhaps you shouldn't have been so direct, treaded a little more carefully but his omission is frustrating you, you just wish he'd be a little more honest with the two of you, if something bothers him that's what you're here for.
His fingers pause their search between clothes, stilling for a brief moment before muttering under his breath "...you don't need to know"
There's layers to his admission; you've always known Beomgyu to be a protector, to shield you from the ugly knowledge of his profession whereas Taehyun is always a little more direct. Where Beomgyu hides the full extent of it because he knows it'll only upset you, Taehyun makes space to feel, it's not something you wish to change between the both of them - fundamentally it's who they are, but right now you just need a little more honesty from Beomgyu, you can feel what he's reserving even without it being spoken.
"Of course I do. You know I don't like it when you hide things, Beomgyu. You know we're here for you so use us" you fold your arms, gently chiding him - a soft smile reappears on his face at that.
"I know. Thank you" he resumes, collecting the clothes and folding them upon the bed "you guys hungry? I searched up a few restaurants that sound good-"
"-You think we're still going out? After that?" Taehyun asks, closing the phone down still open on the table; he knows those comments won't so easily leave his consciousness, no matter how much he tries to dismiss, the paused chat log still displayed before he had locked it confirmed that for Taehyun.
Beomgyu glances towards you, wide eyed and an ever so slight pout you catch him making your way as he looks at you all dolled up, makeup sitting on your features "you look so pretty... it'd be a waste to stay here all night"
You coo, he looks so defeated, energy depleted but willing to make it work for you since you'd been so excited to go out with them both. Though now all you want is to make him content again, the way he had been before he read those damn comments - whatever they had been. You'll show him how to ignore them one way or another.
As though Taehyun could telepathically read your mind, he steps away from the table to approach you slowly, like a predator would prey but with more intention than that, he won't devour you tonight - he'll leave that for Beomgyu. That doesn't stop his hand from circling around your jaw as he towers behind you, caressing your arm with soft strokes, presenting you like a gift.
"She is, isn't she..." Taehyun confirms, letting his face fall into the crook of your neck, lips ghosting but never kissing, its soft all the same so you hum in content, it catches Beomgyu's attention.
He gulps at the sight he looks up at, your eyes fluttering shut from Taehyun's touch and leaning back against him, his fingers dancing over your exposed stomach. The little cropped shirt you wear does little to hide you but that's okay, Taehyun is slowly bunching it up to your shoulders anyway, revealing your cute, laced bra.
"The real waste would be to leave her waiting all night, don't you think?" The way they speak as though you are just a pretty little doll for their amusement has you bubbling over with desire, the craving settling so low in your gut you feel yourself clench around nothing.
"...right" Beomgyu is hypnotised, honed into how Taehyun slips a hand under your bra, kneading the mounds of your breasts and thumbing over your buds. They turn to peaks in a mere brush, feening into the touch that has you softly whining for more. But Taehyun moves so slowly, so intentionally because this is nothing more than a performance for Beomgyu, a way to keep him from all other thoughts and it appears to be working already.
From your angle rested on Taehyun's shoulder, you can see Beomgyu's pants tighten, constricting against his crotch yet no intent to even palm himself, far too captivated by what he sees in front of him. There's not even a lick of his mischievous steak surfacing, usually he'd be whining to have his turn with you but he stands speechless, enthralled watching as Taehyun slips your shirt and bra off for an unobstructed view.
"Don't you want to play with me, Beomie?..." You purr and it sends a shiver across his spine and settles into his abdomen, a searing yearning that has his throat going dry at the prospect.
"...s'not my night to have you..." he dismisses with a sunken heart, plainly obvious his head is the one speaking because his body is reacting differently. His fingertips twitch at his sides, longing to reach out and touch as Taehyun is, slipping a hand under your shorts now until they drop to the floor and leave you only clad in matching lace panties to the bra that's also discarded somewhere. Beomgyu is trying to behave, to respect the arrangement in your relationship no matter how the compulsion for you tugs the strings inside him, a marionette battling against an innate desire.
But he's far too hazed to see that both you and Taehyun are giving permission for this, permitting for him to receive an inch more of your love right now because he so desperately needs it "she's offering so nicely, Beomgyu. You're not going to refuse her are you?"
You gasp when you feel the pad of Taehyun's thumb nudge at your clit, winding circles as you stutter against him, gripping his forearm for stability. From his place beside the bed you hear Beomgyu's breath hitch "fuck - no. Need you, baby..."
There's a rush of fulfilment to finally hear him admit what he wants, to have the verbal confirmation that he'll let you heal him and instantaneously you wish to be by his side. Taehyun feels it and retracts his hand, a swift slap to your ass and a peck to your head as he sends you off "go ahead, love"
You prance towards Beomgyu who awaits you with open palms, wrapping an arm around your waist as you jump up to reach his lips, reeling him in with an amorous kiss. He's usually one to lead but you feel the slight resistance that begs of you to control the pace, slipping your tongue along his bottom lip in a plea to be let in. He does so with pleasure, swiping tongues in slow rhythm that has him whining down your throat, swallowing each little noise he makes. Gently you guide him back onto the bed, letting him settle with his back against the headboard as you climb onto his lap, resting thighs on either side of his.
"Touch her..." Taehyun softly commands, not controlling the exchange but directing in the undertone of it, placing himself against the chair at the desk facing the bed; an observer to the scene. Beomgyu is more than pleased to comply, gliding palms along your stomach and up to your breasts, mimicking Taehyun's past actions of grasping and massaging your flesh and tweaking your buds between fingertips.
"So soft..." Beomgyu praises when you simper, you hold the back of his hands that explore your body and even though he needs no direction you can't help but grip the digits that engulf you, so much larger than your own it makes your tummy flip. Beginning a slow rut against his pelvis, his whimper from the additional friction vibrates his throat so viciously you feel it from where you sit upon him, spurring you to move a little more vivaciously.
"Sound so pretty, Beomie, such a good boy" your own praise travels straight to his cock, you feel him twitch against your core as more mewls slip out of him and he nods eagerly, desperate to receive more of your attention; to have you recognise his compliancy for you. All of it has you grinding down against his hard length, so hot and heavy you can feel him even past his trousers and your panties.
"Both so needy..." Taehyun playfully berates though his own hand is beginning to stroke over his clothed crotch in the same cadence your hips move to, replicating the euphoria he knows Beomgyu feels under you to the best of his ability. Beomgyu looks up to you with stars in his eyes as though you placed them there, harking Taehyun's words true; he's pleading for more without ever using his voice and you know so, fiddling with the waist band to his pants and shuffling them off from under you. His breath hitches when you tug his boxers down next, spitting into the palm of your hand as you begin to stroke him.
"Nghhh... so good…" Beomgyu's moaning to how leisurely your wrist flicks up and down on his length, letting him feel every inch of your movements and his noises only grow when Taehyun speaks up once more, still replicating your actions on himself.
"That good already? You're not even inside her yet" Beomgyu bucks up into your hand from the reminder, now frantic to have your cunt swallow him but you rest a palm against his cheek oh so tender.
"Shhh...there's time, baby. Let me make you feel good" he nuzzles into your touch, eyelids fluttering shut and succumbing to the bliss.
"...won't last" there's little bashfulness in his tone and more truth and you can tell, where usually he'd talk himself up and promise you his full endurance he appears small beneath you, not in posture but in spirit and it breaks you. You're starting to gather the nature of the comments he received because he's shrinking himself to their will. But that's why you're here, to remind him just how special he is.
"Just relax, Gyu. Let her take care of you" you nod in agreement, pulling your panties aside and nudging him up to your entrance, a breathless gasp past his lips as soon as his tip makes contact. And as soon as you begin to sink down on him with gazing eyes as his length disappears inside you, he throws his head back until it knocks the headboard, a cry ripping from his throat, tangible pleasure infectiously spreading into his nerves.
You make your own whines from the sensation of him filling your walls, stretching you out with each inch until he bottoms out.
"-I...fuck - so tight..."
His fingertips grasp your hips with searing sting, securing you in place so he can acclimate to the sensation of you constricting around him.
"Gonna move, okay?" You rest a hand on his shoulder for steadiness, feeling the need to ask permission since he's submissively fawning to each and every touch. He's nodding despite his grip on your hips never loosening, holding you as you begin to lift up sluggishly and drop back down, languid tempo that still has his eyes reeling behind lids.
"How does she feel?" Taehyun is now slipping hands underneath his own slacks to palm himself unobstructed, locked into to how you bounce on Beomgyu's lap and each little sound that slips from your lips.
"Warm... so warm - s-so gooddd-" whimpering again profusely and unable to contain himself, you interlock fingers with his that still sit upon your hips, connecting in every little way you can think so he feels your presence.
"So handsome, Beomie. Deserve the world, beautiful boy" you rasp through lidded gaze.
The more you grind down and the more your sweet words reach his ears tears begin to prick in his eyes, collecting so feebly along his lash line until they spill over, shakily inhaling. You reconnect your hand to his face, affectionately thumbing each tear away as he stares up at you utterly infatuated. Each inch of devotion you give him more enchanted by you.
"Baby... you okay? Need me to stop?" You halt briefly but his hands redirect your hips for you, holding you in place so he can thrust up inside you forcefully, catching you completely off guard but you welcome the sting from how deep he reaches, nudging against your cervix.
"God, no, please!...don't stop..." Beomgyu prattles mindlessly, lucid thoughts a distant memory because all he knows now is the delicious compression of your cunt around him. Taehyun fares a little better because his hand is the vessel of memory for being inside you, except he remembers every little detail; how you cling to him with each plunge he makes and his pace sets to that alone, stroking himself from base to tip with increased rate. A few of his own little moans wind up spewing without constraint, unwilling to glance away from you in the height of your euphoria.
Your head lulls each time Beomgyu drills into you, allowing him the control while he still can, though you can tell he won't last much longer, his eyes are glazed over not from tears anymore but the instinctive drive to succumb.
"Cum inside, you've earned it" Taehyun instructs, voice grunted as he approaches his own end, tugging his cock a little more swiftly. Even so, Beomgyu glances to you for approval, of course you're more than happy to oblige so you smile and whisper "cum, Beomie..."
It's like the final missing puzzle piece slots into place with your approval even though he's done this a thousand times, but your verbal command sends him reeling into himself, stammering pace until he's spilling into you. Unadulterated sobbing, trembling underneath you as he lunges forward, wrapping around you until you're chest to chest and your skin absorbs each little whimper of his. Your insides flood from warmth not just from his cum filling you up but from your own sensation of the coil snapping, convulsing around him as you do and setting him into slight overstimulation. He makes no attempt to shift you off though, just shuddering against you as you hold him back, stroking softly up and down his back to his content.
"Did so well, baby" you praise a final time, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head before turning your attention to Taehyun, currently loosing himself to the overwhelming reach towards orgasm.
"My turn, love. Be a good girl and swallow, huh?" He stands slowly, stalking over until he's beside you, immediately locking fingers into your hair as he guides you towards his cock. You wrap lips around him and a hand to his hip to slowly guide him forward more. Beomgyu still clings to you, reluctant to move but you have just enough space to give the attention back to Taehyun, sucking to the tempo you know helps him reach completion.
His hold on your hair tightened as does the way he thrusts forward, the warmth of your mouth and the saliva wrapping around him leads to a sudden release, groaning a pitch lower than Beomgyu but they both sound as harmonious to you. His seed floods you mouth and you swallow around him like the good girl he told you that you are, drawing more of those groans from him in the process and you reel knowing you're the one to pull them from him.
Gradually he lets go of your strands, petting through them as he does so you feel his appreciation and support, leaning down to plant a small kiss to both you and Beomgyu's foreheads, pulling slacks up to kneel beside the bed.
"I'll clean her up, get some rest. I'll bring her back" not that he wishes to leave Beomgyu in the fragility of the aftermath of everything, but he can see the weakness as you try to hold yourself up right in his lap still, allowing you the grace to lift up yourself. Beomgyu whines as you let him slip out but he knows it's for the best, resting back against the backboard of the bed as Taehyun supports your arm and walks you to the bathroom.
There, he delicately wipes you down with a damp rag, smoothing between your thighs where Beomgyu's cum dribbles down your leg and the corners of your mouth where his own had spilled. By the time he's done, you resemble the perfect little doll you once were, like butter wouldn't melt and the shirt he passes you so you aren't bare places you a little more put together. A shirt he's sure he stole from Beomgyu anyway so you sit upon both of their shelves, not just for decoration because you're far too precious to the both of them.
You thank Taehyun with a softhearted kiss, resting lips in gentle embrace before retreating back into the room with him in tow.
Your eyes fall to Beomgyu, slightly slouched against the sheets in his exhaustion and feel your heart swell from the sight, not only had he dealt with comments that wrenched his insides but he'd also performed a set in-front of thousands for hours not too long ago, he deserved to sleep more than anything. Still, you slip in beside him, settling right against him with your head hung against his shoulder. You hadn't expected him to notice since his chest falls laboured the same way it does when he's deep in slumber, but you feel him tug you closer, slotting you under his arm with a contented hum on his lips, though never lifting lids and you'd rather he didn't.
He knows you're here. That's all that matters.
You look though, towards Taehyun who watches with his own satisfaction, two people he loves dearly soothing each other. There's only one thing missing; him. Opening your palm in invite, he takes it to crawl in next to you, encasing an arm of his own over you until the sheets render useless for you; you have your own blanket, in the form of your two loving boyfriends.
"Rest well you two" Taehyun murmurs sleepily, a yawn as he finally lets his eyes close.
You wouldn't change this for the world, not as the three of you lull softly into the land of comatose, tangled with love as the binding string between you.
found this while searching for something in my camera roll and it reminded me of how much a noona enjoyer taehyun would be. though i think soobin would take first place.
i am not even the target audience for this fantasy but i think it's just so hot. he would buy her gifts, take her to dinner, make sure she's always dressed up prettily. he expects nothing in return unless she's very eager to give it to him. just the thought of doing everything for her gets taehyun hard.
bonus points if it's yeonjun noona. a classic but she's well adored for a reason. they'd share a nice night under dim lights, yeonjun trying to eye fuck him from across the table, taehyun wrapping a hand around her waist and eyeing out the very high slit in her dress while walking around. he'd drive her home with a firm hand on her thigh, wrist shining from the expensive watch they both love. she'd lure him into her bedroom and immediately break down any semblance of control and power he had over her.
they're both well aware everything done out in public is all for show. yeonjun has taehyun wrapped around her slender fingers, in every sense of it. taehyun gets the satisfaction of showing off his beautiful girlfriend and yeonjun gets the satisfying of fucking him on her pretty cock. it's a win-win.
telling the wishies they cheated on you.. in your dreams !
WARNINGS : kys/kms jokes, reader is Kinda gn but there’s mention of other women so take that how you please, corny af cuz baby im on the cob!! slightly suggestive, use of whore, bitch, slut (but its just towards sion so its lowk chill), typos.. sorry..
a/n : baby’s first smau !! i hope everybuggy likes it and if you hate it.. dont.. please..
Summary: yushi's football team lost the match, and it's your job as his girlfriend to cheer him up. so you decide to use your body...
Genre: footballer yushi, smut!! p in v (for the first time!!), teasing, romantic vibes, public sex (men's locker room)
Word count: 2.1k
A/n: anyone else have post world cup blues? come live out my football WAG dreams with yushi ;)
You stood in front of a door labelled “MEN’S LOCKER ROOM”, wondering if you should go in. It was past 10PM, and the football match had finished hours ago. Yushi’s team had lost badly to their opponents, meaning their dreams of advancing to the final had been crushed.
The only player who hadn’t appeared out the back of the stadium, ready to run in to the open arms of their girlfriends or drown their sorrows in alcohol, was your boyfriend. You figured he probably hadn’t even managed to leave the locker room. Sometimes, when he was sad, he’d sit in the same spot for hours.
“I’m coming in!” you yelled, loudly enough to warn any unsuspecting footballers who were in a state of undress that you, a young woman, would be invading their space.
You pushed open the heavy door and went into the changing room. The scent of sweat and shower gel weighed heavily on the humid air. Blue lockers lined the walls, and football boots were scattered haphazardly over the floor. But there was no sign of Yushi.
You rounded the corner to another section of the changing room. The lights on the ceiling flickered, bathing everything in a white, fluorescent glow. There was a long wooden bench, pushed up against the lockers. At the far end of the bench sat your boyfriend.
Yushi was hunched over, with his head hanging in his hands. He was still wearing his white football jersey and shorts from the match. Despite his broad shoulders and muscled legs, he looked deflated.
“Yushi,” you murmured. “I’m here, baby.”
Yushi didn’t look up.
You walked over to him and sat beside him on the bench. You placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking him gently. His body was hot, too hot, and his jersey was damp with sweat.
“I’m really sorry about the match,” you murmured. You kneaded his stiff shoulder, trying your best to massage the taut muscle there.
Yushi squirmed at your touch and shrugged you off him. You placed your hand back in your lap. You were hurt at his rejection, but as Yushi’s girlfriend of four months, you’d gotten to understand some of his ways, and knew he didn’t really mean it personally.
“There’s always next season, right?” You tried to make your voice sound as happy as possible, without coming across as fake.
Yushi’s shoulders rose and fell as he let out a long sigh.
Then, he looked up at you, his hazel eyes meeting yours for the first time. His hair, which he’d dyed a pastel yellow-pink, was dark with sweat, and hung in clumps over his forehead.
“You weren’t there,” he murmured.
You gulped. A knot formed in the pit of your stomach. You knew what he was referring to.
“I’m **sorry I missed the match- my boss made me stay late! There was this article that needed some last minute changes before it could be published, and I was the only one who could-”
“I looked for you, and you weren’t there,” Yushi said, interrupting you with his small voice.
You leant your head down and rested it on Yushi’s shoulder. “Honestly, I didn’t think you’d… notice. But, I’m here now.”
“I did notice,” Yushi said. He pushed you off him again, harder this time.
You stood up, folding your arms across your chest. “Look, I know you’re upset about the game, but don’t take it out on me.”
Yushi stared at you darkly through his thick lashes. The fluorescent ceiling lights shimmered in his eyes. His cheeks were flushed and glistening with sweat.
“I don’t care about the game,” he whispered. “Bad girlfriend. I should get a new one.”
“Hey!” You snapped. “I came all this way just to- ugh!” You huffed and spun around towards the exit.
Just as you were about to storm away, you felt a hand grab your wrist. Yushi’s was gripping you tight, not letting you leave.
“What?” you said, turning to face him.
You never could quite understand what your boyfriend wanted. Sometimes, he was all smiles and cuddles. He’d carry you in one arm to his bed, drop you down on it and lick your pussy till you were in tears with pleasure. But other times, he’d avoid your kisses and ghost you for days.
Yushi stared up at you, eyes glinting. “Make it up to me-” he whispered. “I need you.”
Your heart thundered in your chest. Yushi was looking at you with such vulnerability that it shocked you.
You let your knees buckle as you slid down to the floor in front of him. You held onto his knee, steadying yourself.
You stroked the soft cotton of his knee high football socks. Slowly, you pulled them off, revealing his brown, toned calves. You noticed the deep purple bruises forming on his shins, and winced.
“They really roughed you up out there,” you murmured, shuffling so that you were kneeling between Yushi’s spread legs.
Yushi watched you silently, his pink lips pressed together in a line. His arms were at his sides, hands curled into his fists
You rubbed your palms up and down his shorts, feeling the roped muscle of his thighs. You could see the outline of his bulge swelling under the fabric.
“Do you want me to suck you off, baby?” you asked. “Will that make you feel better?”
Yushi shook his head.
You frowned. You reached out, letting your hand rest lightly on his chest, right over his heart. Despite his composed face, you could feel that his heart was racing frantically.
“Then what do you want?” you asked.
Yushi reached his hand down between your legs, his sudden movement surprising you. His fingers found their way under the hem of your skirt. He cupped your clothed pussy, his palm brushing against the lace of your panties.
“Want that,” he said, brown eyes glinting. “Inside.”
Your breath caught in your throat. You and Yushi had only been dating for four months, and you’d never had his cock inside you before.
“Right here?” you squeaked.
Yushi nodded quickly, the corner of his lips rising in a smile.
You looked around at the empty locker room. A half open satchel hung from a locker door, and three empty cans of aftershave were stacked one on top of the other. It was not the most romantic of locations. But, you couldn’t ignore the aching between your legs.
“Okay,” you said, scrambling to your feet. “Take off your pants.”
You watched as Yushi grabbed the waistband of his shorts with both hands. He quickly pulled his shorts down his thighs, along with his white boxers, leaving him naked.
You pulled down your skirt and panties, and abandoned them on the floor nearby. The warm, heavy air caressed your pussy.
Yushi’s cock rose out of his dark, lower hair. He was already rock hard. The cockhead, glistening with precome, was pointing at you. The skin around his cock and upper thighs was paler than the smooth brown of his abs and legs. This part of him rarely ever saw the sun.
“You’re so gorgeous,” you whispered. You traced your finger across the tan line on the muscled swell of his thigh, feeling him shiver quietly under your touch. You could feel yourself growing wet in anticipation.
Yushi was sitting on the bench. You swung your leg over Yushi and straddled his lap.
His hands found their way to your waist, keeping you steady as you balanced on his strong thighs. His fingers twisted into your shirt, as he kept you anchored on him.
His stiff cock nuzzled against the smooth fold of your inner thigh. Yushi pushed his hips forward slightly, greedily enjoying the friction of his shaft against your skin.
You reached your hand down the neckline of your own shirt, and pulled out something stashed away in your bra. You pressed the pink foil square into Yushi’s palm, giving him a long look.
Yushi uncurled his fingers and looked down at the condom wrapper you’d placed into his hand. He smirked, eyes dancing.
“My girl came prepared,” he said, so quietly you thought he was talking to himself. “That’s hot.”
You curled your fingers around the veiny base of Yushi’s cock, holding it steady as Yushi rolled the condom onto his member. Then, you positioned his cock to your soaked hole.
Your breath caught in your throat as you realised that this would be the first time you and him would be joined in this ancient, primal way. Your eyes lifted to meet Yushi’s. From the way his irises were sparkling, you could tell he was feeling the same way.
You sank down onto his shaft, feeling your pussy burn as you took him all the way inside.
Yushi’s eyes squeezed shut. “Please,” he gasped, his hands flying to your hips.
You weren’t sure what he meant by that. You stayed still, feeling the warmth of his sword buried deep inside you. It was a heady, sparkly sort of feeling, being filled in this way.
“More,” Yushi whispered. You could feel his thighs trembling beneath you.
You lifted your hips up as far as you could, feeling his member drag inside you. Then, you sank back down again. Your pussy squelched, and you and Yushi groaned in unison. The feeling was amazing. You felt so connected to Yushi.
You carried on, dragging yourself up and down his shaft. Experimentally, you rolled your hips forward, so that the wet, sticky curves of your cunt brushed against his tight lower abdomen. You rubbed your clit over his abs, moaning softly.
Yushi’s head smacked hard against the metal door of the locker. You winced at the sound, but Yushi seemed completely oblivious to the pain. His face was dark red, and his lips were silently mouthing your name.
“Yushi, I won’t last long,” you gasped, as the pleasure in your heat began to grow.
Yushi thrust his hips up into you. You kept yourself still on his thighs, letting him plough into you from below. You held onto his firm shoulders for support. Your sopping pussy shivered and leaked around his thrusting member.
Yushi’s pants grew louder. His lips were plump and shiny, and you leaned forwards to kiss them as he fucked you.
His tongue brushed against yours as he kissed you, open mouthed. Your pussy pulsed around Yushi’s dick, and soon, your orgasm burst through you.
“Fuck, Yushi!” You cried out as you came all over his cock.
“Ah-” Yushi grunted. He spilled into the condom - you could feel his cum, warm and weird, inside you. His muscles quivered beneath you.
Yushi buried his face against your shoulder, muffling his moans while you rode him through it, milking every last drop from his member until he was trembling.
You both stilled, dripping with sweat and come, legs like jelly.
Yushi eased his penis out of your vagina and tossed the condom off to the side.
He brushed his fingers softly through your swollen, sticky pussy lips. He brought his glistening fingers up to the light, and murmured, “ew”.
You smacked his shoulder, laughing.
“I guess we should take a shower,” you said.
Yushi tilted his head towards the communal shower cubicles at one end of the locker room.
“Shall we?” he asked.
You snorted. “Use that sweaty man shower, straight after the team? No thank you!”
Yushi laughed, shoulders shaking, smiling with his teeth. “I guess you’re right.”
You slid out of his lap and picked your panties off from the dirty tiled floor, grimacing. You scrunched them up and stuffed them into your bag, deciding you’d rather not wear them now that they’d been on the floor.
Suddenly, you felt Yushi’s warm, strong arms wrap around you, as he pulled you into a back hug.
“Thank you,” Yushi murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your hair. You could feel him pour all his emotions that he couldn’t express with words into that kiss.
“I love you. Let’s get out of here,” you said, heart swelling.
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Yushi Masterlist ⭐
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˚⟡˖my thoughts on TXT's dick size and pubic hair, i haven't been able to stop thinking about it all week˚⟡˖.
;⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ implied relationships in all of them, kinda member x member too? hinted ⋆˚
꩜.ᐟ dick size, pubic hair, foreskin, jerking off, humping, mommy kink, whining, whimpering, pepper lowk getting freaked out here, public touching
🎧ྀི♪⋆.✮ now playing D!CK by STARBOI3 and DOJA CAT - m.list
「 YEONJUN 」
⤷ he's definitely more than proud of what he has in his pants, YEONJUN is definitely on the longer side rather than the thicker side. probably around 5.2 inches soft and maybe 7 when he's fully hard, uncut too his tip is so SENSITIVE.
def has a small curve to the right, and uses it in arguments to prove that he's always correct and that his dick is the answer to it all.
for pubes, i'm a little conflicted, YEONJUN gives off trimmed vibes but he def would completely shave a few times because the hair gets itchy - mostly because he has his fem eras and wants to be treated like a princess.
he's proud of his cock so obviously YEONJUN wants to show off at all times, he walks around in just tight underwear all most all the time. even whilst his members are home, pressing himself into your ass.
"mornin baby," a sleepy, tired mumble whispered into your ear as his morning wood rubs against your ass cheek. you don't even have time to react before he's nudging your panties to the side, small tuft of pubic hair brushing your ass as he bends his knees, angling his cock with your hole.
you turn around, making direct eye contact with taehyun as YEONJUN slides into you. he could never keep it in his pants.
「 SOOBIN 」
⤷ our big dicked king, we have ALL seen the video of SOOBIN in those grey pants hitting the ggum emote. so i just know that shits fucking long, thick, juicy n veiny n waiting for my pussy rn.
hes a shower rather than a grower, pushing 8 inches all around.
definitely not that thick, hes longer than all the other guys and he's a little gay so he's not above jerking off in front of them to really rub it in their faces that he has the longest cock.
a pervert at heart, always and forever so he just rubs himself up on you when ever he feels like it. as for pubes, i think he'd keep it all natural, trimming when he can be bothered, and cut.
you had been working late this evening, staying behind in the studio to edit some of the vocals whilst SOOBIN was meant to be out with his members, having fun and bonding with them.
however, he was just too needy and instead of SOOBIN doing any of that, he was constantly knocking on the door to the studio you were in. his voice was high pitched each time he called out to you, begging for you to come out but you never did.
finally, when you had reached your boiling point, you opened the door only to be met with the sight of your boyfriend jerking himself off. SOOBIN's eyes are hooded, tears running down his face as he begs for you to touch him.
"i-i i missed you."
「 BEOMGYU 」
⤷ who here is gonna tell me he doesnt have the thickets cock out of the group cuz i know damn well BEOMGYU does.
he has a slight curve, probably to the left and he's 100% uncut. his tip is also super sensitive very similar to YJ - to the point when he was struggling to jerk off he went to him for help, thats what hyungs do,, right??
i think he'd be on the smaller side for length, not small but just above average at like 6.5 inches? 6.5-6.8 but easily as thick as a cola can.
for hair, hes def one to keep it neat and clean even though he doesn't seem like the type to be clean i think he'd easily get overstimulated by the feeling of hair down there.
BEOMGYU is the whiniest boyfriend you could have ever asked for, he can barely stand up on his own 2 feet without crying for you. which corresponds with everything else in his life, eating food and even more so trying to please himself without you being there was impossible.
"baby please, just look at me!" GYU's voice is so high pitched it hurts, one hand wrapped around his cock whilst the other tugs at you arm. the two of you had been in bed for almost an hour now, both on the verge of falling asleep until BEOMGYU decided it was perfect time to jerk off.
"no baby, i'm going to sleep. you need to sort yourself out," you sigh, turning away from BEOMGYU which causes him to erupt into a fit of sobs and cries, his hand slowly jerking his cock off.
"mommy," the wet tip of BEOMGYU's cock rubs against your thigh as he turns around, grinding his bara cock against your thigh.
"please?"
「 TAEHYUN 」
⤷ oh my gosh,TAEHYUN has the perfect cock, thick, long, uncut with enough pubes to make him look masculine yk? and not only is it perfect, its so fucking pretty too.
hes a grower 100%, gets slightly shy when you see his soft cock because there's not much to see. his pubes are NEAT and tidy, istg he has a ruler out every week ensuring they're the same length, and for valentines he'd trim them into a heart. hairless balls tho
TAEHYUN's dick sits at about 4 inches soft, a lot smaller than all of his members but easily grows to being 7 when he's fully hard.
TAEHYUN is proud of what he has, yes, how pretty the pink tip is and how his shaft is slightly more than his overall body's skin tone. but i don't think he'd be as desperate as the others to show off.
"i'm gonna go pee baby," TAEHYUN presses a soft kiss to your forehead before letting go of you and walking to the bathroom. you whine, already behind him because you never wanted to be more than a centimetre away from your boyfriend at all times.
"can i hold it while you pee?" your words are innocent, eyelashes batting up at your boyfriend as his hand pauses its movements. his left hand is still half in his waistband as he looks at you with a brow raised.
"okay." TAEHYUN stands still and lets you grab his cock, his cheeks turning pink when your eyes widen at the sight of his soft, small dick. "you know its not usually this small," the tips of TAEHYUN's ears turn pink as he finally starts to pee.
you giggle at the feeling of his soft cock in your hand, giving it a few strokes whilst you aim his stream. TAEHYUN squirms, his hips bucking into your hand as his cock starts to swell.
"you asked to hold it, not to tease me baby girl. do as your told."
「 HUENING KAI 」
⤷ the baby of the group, but just because he's the youngest it does not mean KAI has the smallest cock.
scrap soobin having the biggest cock, it's KAI. he easily has the thickest, longest, cock ever -- would get used by his members (cough YJ and KTH) when they need something good to keep them full,, leads to them being size queens.
KAI is only bigger than soobin by like .3 inches, he's very shy about his dick and is cut and completely clean shaven - during shared showers, soobin would always coo at how cute kai's cock looked and would help him shave.
KAI is shy about his cock even though he's the biggest so i can't imagine him being as out spoken as the other guys but i can imagine KAI being the neediest.
"baby," HYUKA whines for the 5th time that night, his head resting on your shoulder. KAI had invited you round for a movie night, the other boys deciding it was the perfect chance to bond together as a group and joining too.
KAI's cock however had different plans considering movie night was code for im gonna fuck you into the sheets tonight, and his cock was so excited for the latter he hadn't even considered the thought of the guys joining too.
"please? just for a minute, it hurts," KAI whimpers, grabbing your hand and placing it on his bulge. he rocks his hips up against your palm, tears already streaming down his cheeks but he doesn't care.
"i think your boyfriend needs something," beomgyu points at KAI, watching the way he was sobbing into your neck whilst trying to get his pants down.
"he always needs something," you sigh, wrapping your hand around KAI's cock. "use my hand because i'm not giving you anything else."
➾hard hours 009: Taehyun likes using force with you.
RATED XXX. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.
❥Kang Taehyun x fem reader
➯a/n: fun fact taehyun was my first ever bias wrecker 😩
(>ᴗ•)genre: smut, sex freaks in love <3
➯cnc disclaimer: CONSENT IS SEXY. all parties are consenting, cnc is a way to explore power dynamics and it's attractive to many people, it does not "promote s/a", the first c is CONSENSUAL. you should only ever do it with someone who you trust. be safe and stay freaky !
ಠ_ಠwarning/content: CNC !! established relationship, hard dom / sub dynamics, safe word in place but not used, saying "stop" but not meaning it, manhandling, strength kink, chokeholding, unprotected + creampie kink, clit stimulation, mocking reader for cumming, overstimulation + edging double whammy, fucking lethal mating press omg-, one thigh slap, deeeeep sub space, dumbification, pet names: angel, babe, my girl / hyun, baby
"Where do you think you're going, huh?" Taehyun huffs as you pull yourself away from him by your grip on the headboard.
His hands wrap around your hips with a bruising force and yank you back down, right back onto his cock. He stays there, buried inside of you, while he slots his lips against yours; his passionate kiss only returned halfway because you can hardly breathe.
"Can't take anymore," you mumble against him — being met with the opposite of what you ask for. He starts sliding in and out of you again. Leisurely pace making your brain tingle. "F-fuck... stop, Hyun," you gasp breathlessly; all of the remaining air in your lungs being fucked right out of you when he ups his pace quickly.
Stop is not your safe word. So he all but ignores you.
That look in your glossy eyes is familiar, it pulls a smirk onto his lips. It tells him you're having the time of your life even as you kick your feet and whine about it being too much.
"Fuck," he curses airily, grabbing at your waist as you clench around him tightly. "You always feel so good when you don't want it," he teases, grin widening as you slap at his chest weakly; fisting up the fabric of his tank top.
You want it. You want it so bad. And he's hardwired to give you what you want. He lives to please you — and he lives to see you fight against him and get absolutely nowhere. It's a win-win, really.
"W-" He groans as you kick away from him, panting as you sit up to try and scoot away. "Do I look like I'm done, angel? Get the fuck over here and let me fill you up."
"N-ah!" You squeal as he yanks you back down to the middle of the bed by your ankles. No trouble at all to pull you around like a ragdoll.
He throws your legs up, his arm wrapped up under your knees and pining you into the meanest mating press known to man. Your knees press into the bed by either side of your torso, your muscles burning but you can't think about it even a little bit because he's shoving himself as deep as humanly possible in the very next second.
"Holy fuck, baby!" You scream while grabbing at his hair to ground yourself, "stop, stop, stop, m'gonna cum!"
"Are you? Hm~?" He chuckles, panting and moaning lowly as you pull at his hair, "yeah, you are, you love it when I force my cum into your pussy~"
You can barely move, hardly think, not to mention breathe with him crushing you to the mattress like he is as he pummels you. One thing you can do, though — you cum.
All over him, waves of arousal coming with the intense pulses of your cunt around him; wet, lewd shlicks growing louder. Even more so when his cum joins the mess.
The warmth of it paired with the primal moans he spills into your open mouth makes you short circuit; eyes rolling back into your head and fingers gripping his dyed hair tightly as you wail. "Fu-fucking fuck!"
He stills deep inside of you for a moment, letting loose your legs to bring his hands up and cup your face as you tremble beneath him. "Shhh," he coos with a smile, pressing his forehead against yours as he pulls out; cum dribbling onto the sheets.
Looking between your bodies to watch, he strokes your cheekbones gently with his thumbs. "I bet your greedy little cunt wants another load..." He hums; testing the waters and feeling out where you are, how you're feeling.
"No way in hell." You smile dizzily, unable to help yourself, "you're too rough, Hyun, I w-"
If you would have said 'I'm done', he'd've respected that. But anything other than that means you want to keep going.
He sits up on his knees, smile to match your own as he slaps your thigh. Holding his hand over the stinging skin, he brings the other to your wetness, swiping his fingers against your clit quickly and sending all kinds of mixed, delicious signals to your brain.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
"Gonna cum, babe?"
"No!" You say all too quickly. Brain frazzled and body overworked.
"Yeah~" He laughs, knowing you like the back of his hand. "Yeah, you are."
"Can't- I can't," despite yourself; your back is arching, your legs are trembling again, toes curling. "Cumming!"
As soon as you feel the intense, nearly painful release in the tips of your fingers — he pulls away. You cry out, only getting to kick your legs a few times before he's throwing you around.
Landing flat onto your stomach, he pulls your hips up and slams into you; starting a merciless rhythm.
"You ffffucking jerk!" You scream into the messy sheets, digging your nails into the fabric.
"What?" He laughs breathlessly, dragging you along his cock roughly, "you don't want it anyway, what's it matter how I fuck you?"
"Oh- oh, I'm gonna k-kill you," you stutter, laughing along with him before the sound is replaced with high and unstable moans as he pulls you up by the back of your neck. All while his hips slap against your ass, he presses a hand down on your pelvis; making you both feel as he rearranges your insides to fit him perfectly.
"If you remember you're even mad," he groans into your ear while bringing his arm around your throat, squeezing just hard enough to make your brain get a bit more fuzzy. "I know just how to make my girl lose her mind. I'm going to force all the thoughts out of your head until it's nothing but me and my cock."
You would like that very much, and by the way you drip around him — he knows it. He knows it anyway.
It's perfect. You like being forced, and he likes forcing you.
"Goddamn-" He hisses, tightening his arm around your throat as you clench around him. Head pressed to your shoulder as you grab onto his arm, "did you just fucking cum?"
"Y-yeah!" You squeal, nails biting into his skin. You don't think you can take any more pleasure. But you're going to make yourself do it anyway because it feels beyond euphoric to let your brain leave your body. To let your boyfriend use you and force you into whatever positions he prefers that day.
It brings you pleasure beyond the physical to switch your thoughts off and allow your boyfriend to handle you however he wants. Because even when he's supposed to be using you for selfish reasons, his fingers are slipping down to your clit.
Making you cum over and over again until it's physically impossible to do it again.
Forcing you to let him drown you in orgasmic bliss until you really do forget that you're 'mad'. You forget you're supposed to be fighting him, because how could you want to fight this?
He forces you to cum so much, so hard, that you become nothing but a puddle of exposed nerves, clinging to him like your life depends on it — just how he likes you at the end of a long day.
You don't even know when he stopped, all you know is that his arms are wrapped around you tightly and you're in an entirely new position.
Blinking a few times, you realize where you are and relax completely into his arms. You don't know how many times he made you cum, or how — it doesn't matter. Because he was the one to do it.
Completely wrecked, sore in every muscle you have, sticky with sweat; you lay against his chest as you both breathe heavily.
"You in there, angel?" He hums, rubbing your head softly as his arm wraps around your shoulders.
"Think so."
He laughs, your head bouncing lightly with the movement before he leans and pecks your lips. "I'll have to use a little more force next time then~"
pairing: choi beomgyu x fem!reader
genre: best friends to ?, non-idol au, suggestive
rating: nsfw, mdni
wc: 1.2k
warnings: mention/description of reader’s nudes, beomgyu imagines Doing Things and gets hard, implication of sexy time at the end, they’re both horny for each other
synopsis: what happens when your best friend who secretly has the hots for you accidentally sees your nudes?
requested forever ago by @mapofthemazeinthemirror <3
[blog status: semi-hiatus, requests closed]
your goofy best friend who'd rather cause mischief than let a situation turn boring, who loves to stir things up and watch the chaos unfold around him.
but one thing that you just can't seem to get a grasp on... is how he really feels about you.
as well as you can confidently say that you know choi beomgyu, the never-ending mixed signals he throws at you may just be your downfall in that department, from the outrageous flirting towards you on one end of the spectrum to the bragging of his latest phone number acquirement on the other.
i mean, what are you supposed to think when he's sweetly tucking your hair behind your ear one second and then commenting on how pretty that passing girl is the next? (unbeknownst to you, he's actually just trying to gauge your reaction).
but at this point you've had enough of the guessing games. you're gonna take things into your own hands and find out exactly how he really feels.
...or at least... that's what you told yourself, when you'd laid out across your sheets and took those coy little pictures, fully nude and fully ready to "accidentally" send them to your best friend to see what he would do;
but now, you release a resigned sigh as you set your phone aside untouched and tug your — his — sweater further over your shoulders in the chilly air of your room.
"stupid beomgyu," you grumble. "stupid me... stupid idea."
your lost confidence seems to mock you as your phone suddenly buzzes with a text from none other than the exact man of the hour, and you huff as you read it.
— hellspawn 🙄🤎: i'm coming over
his contact name feels as fitting as ever. "right, just invite yourself on in," you mutter to yourself (as if that's not exactly what the two of you always do anyways).
you have half a mind to respond with something snarky, but instead you just leave it be as you stare down at the nudes still sitting hauntingly unsent in your end of the message box, and with a shiver you resort to sticking your tongue out at his contact picture and leaving the text unanswered as you punch the air in a mini fit and toss your phone away into your pillows.
"i hate boys."
and with that, you grouchily trudge your way into the living room to start up the show that you've been binging together, phone and pictures forgotten.
unfortunately.
because what you don't know, but what you're soon about to find out, is just how crazy your best friend actually is about you — and as beomgyu stands frozen outside of your apartment building, staring down at his phone with a short-circuiting brain and eyes growing blurred from lack of blinking in the chilly night air, convenience store bag full of snacks falling forgotten to the ground — well.
he didn't even buy a lottery ticket, but it seems he's just won.
your naked body glows back at him from his screen as he fumbles back into motion, urging his fingers to remember their own mobility as he gulps and swipes hungrily through the array of photos that you'd sent.
hurriedly he brushes his long hair out of his eyes as it falls forward, his hunched frame in the middle of the sidewalk probably resembling that of a homeless man as he holds his phone close, shielding the sight of you from any prying eyes (there are none) while his thoughts suddenly erupt into every possible direction.
is this really happening? is this real life? what does this mean? is this a confession? she obviously wants me too, then, right? shit, should i have dressed better? do i smell okay? should i run back home and — oh god, what if these were meant for someone else? did she really mean to send them? what if she never speaks to me again? oh god, she's so.. she's so.. holy fuck.
beomgyu is breathless as his eyes roam across your soft skin, your pretty curves, the sly hint of a smirk peeking from your lips as your finger slips between them —
he feels his cock straining tighter against his pants the longer that he scrolls.
relishing in the sight that he's been dreaming of for so long, he imagines it were his hand wrapped gently around your throat instead of your own, his fingers caressing your bare tits and sliding down beyond the camera where his imagination is left to run wild — fuck, he's gotta get up there.
forcing himself to tear his eyes away, he quickly gathers the scattered snacks and stuffs them mindlessly back into their convenience store bag as he hurries towards the entrance of your building, not even needing to think twice as he inputs the code and all but lunges for the elevator.
"alright, be cool, be cool, be cool."
the deep breaths he's been taking and mini self pep talk he's been mumbling all but crumble away meaningless when he types in your apartment's passcode and opens the door to see you standing there by the couch wearing his sweater, so big on you that it's easy to pretend that your little pair of shorts underneath aren't even there;
and he's suddenly grateful for the long length of his hair as he feels the way his ears burn red underneath, but the inevitable flush on his face doesn't escape your notice as you glance up at him for a moment before turning your attention back to the tv remote in your hand.
"why do you look like you just ran a fucking marathon?" you scoff. "did the ahjumma downstairs hit you with her grocery bag again?"
but beomgyu is far beyond saving as images of you underneath him flicker across his mind, now no longer fueled by his imagination but by the real thing that you'd just graced him with minutes before.
"those for me?"
you pause. his voice is raspy, strained, almost breathless.
you glance back up at him. your brows pull together in confusion.
"huh?"
beomgyu barely breaks eye contact with you as he unlocks his phone, wordlessly holding it up to show you, eyes raking over your face for your reaction;
the remote falls to the floor with a thunk as your eyes widen and hands fly up to clap over your mouth in shock.
what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck- I SENT THEM?!?!
you rip your eyes away from the sight of your own body on his screen to meet his burning stare, and when you do — all excuses fizzle away as a shiver runs along your spine and straight down to your core.
the desire pooled in your best friend's eyes is unlike any look you've ever seen on him before, breaths coming out labored from his chest though he tries to control them; and when he takes a step forwards and asks again, voice deep and words punctuated,
"were those for me?"
you're nothing but a goner as you answer him with shaky legs and a nod.
the triumphant grin that spreads across beomgyu's blushing face is downright sinful as his bag of snacks once again meets a forgotten fate on the ground — along with his jacket that he immediately shrugs off of his shoulders, already reaching for the hem of his sweatshirt as he moves towards you with well-mustered boldness and says,
"should've waited for me, sweetheart. we could’ve taken them together.”
okay… so tyun noticed this started even before you arrived at the beach, skimpy ass bikini set he never saw you buy or show him before, but he doesn’t say anything and just eyes you through his sunglasses because it really doesn’t bother him. he only comments when you give him a twirl and ask him how you look, flinging your packed out beach bag over his shoulder and planting a kiss on your forehead. “i like it,” he murmurs before he’s gently nudging you to continue getting ready with a pat on your overly exposed ass.
“mhm, you look good baby, c’mon..” it’s hard to tell his true expression with the dark shades covering half his face but you’re not one to back down, onto the next method of teasing with a grin on your face as you’re practically skipping out the door.
in the car ride to the beach, you’re shifting around in the passenger seat as he’s pulling into an empty slot in the public parking lot. he’s silent but he’s watching you from his peripheral as you raise your hips and shift down your jean shorts in such a slow manner, kicking them off and throwing them in the backseat. he doesn’t say anything but he catches the small glimpse of a smile on your face to realize right then and there that this was all on purpose, that you’re planning something. yet, he stays quiet as you both demount all the beach stuff, waiting for you to just pull off your (his) loose t-shirt from your body and throw it into the car before he locks it.
and it doesn’t stop there, even after he finished setting up your post near the crashing waves and securing the beach umbrella for you, freezing to watch you untie the stringed knot of your bikini top and ask with the softest voice for help, handing him the sunscreen bottle with a small pout on your lips. tyun never denies your needs, getting closer when you’re done settling stomach down on the blanket, open back facing the sun and his wondering eyes. his hands feel so slippery with sunscreen and perfect and heavy against your entire back, not even pressing as harsh as they would for you to be making those noises. or for you to elongate your entire torso as if you were a stretching cat, squirming underneath his passing touch. “mmhhh, thank you, baby.” your muffled voice is dripping with a teasing tone, amusement and fluttery after he swipes the last of the sunscreen on his hands over the back of your thighs.
even when you drag him into the water with you after a while of just sunbathing, clinging onto him with your arms wrapped around his neck as the waves roll your bodies together. your fingers swipe off water droplets from the side of his neck as your legs easily wrap around his waist underneath the water.
in typical tyun fashion, he stays quiet, not once changing his mannerism or allowing his mood to show on his face, even after the eventful day in the beach and when you’re already on the way back home. he agrees with you when you say to leave everything in the car, to deal with it later, because you’re incredibly tired to unpack anything and you wanna just shower off the salt. it’s so subtle, it has you thinking nonetheless but his mind is already made up with a plan he conjured on the drive back..
you don’t know how you got here, clutching around his neck for dear life and moans echoing loud within the bathroom as he snaps his hips harder into you, legs wrapping tighter around his waist. it’s slippery, head tipped back against the shower tiles, body sliding effortlessly against the wall with each audible plap. you wonder why he decided to wait until he closes the bathroom door to push you in the shower (after your little show of bending down in front of him to open the water faucet). maybe because taehyun is a man of restraint, until it fucking snaps. he didn’t even wait when he turned you around and pressed you against the wall, pulling the thin strings of your so called bathing suit apart to reveal your perked nipples, grabbing your thigh and pushing them further apart to slot himself in. not a care in his world about the water trickling off his body and spraying onto yours as he pushes the thin fabric of your bottoms aside, landing a rough smack onto your exposed pussy as your claws dig into his thick biceps for support. the small yelp that squeezes passed your lips was comical.
“you fucking minx, you wanted this from the very beginning and thought i wouldn’t notice?” he murmurs, tone not rough and apathetic, but leaving no room for any bratty retort. “no, but you knew i would notice. you wanted me to notice.”
you whimper when taehyun suddenly, and roughly, shoves his fingers into your mouth after they swiped over your drooling slit, yanking them back out before you could even try sucking on them. they trail low like his voice as he continues, “you wouldn’t have cared if i fucked you right there at the beach, you wanted me to like the desperate slut you are, right? is that what you wanted?”
he’s right, and he knows how much you hate to say it, so he’ll press it out of you.
he takes your whimper as a yes, even if it was a pair with a shake of your head, sinking his lithe fingers even if you were a clenching mess. the stretch burns so good, hand clutching his wrist but he yanks it away and pins it on the wall next to your head.
a gasp, “tyun—”
“tyun??” he mocks, same tone, same pitch and it has heat curling in your belly. “what do you want your tyunnie to do, hm?” his fingers curl and you’re raising on your tippy toes from how accurate they punch, right on that gummy spot, found so easily. “to fuck you? i think you want tyun to fuck this brattiness shit out of you, right?” his sharp teeth nibble at your earlobe, you have no choice but to nod quickly this time when he pulls away to stare at you with expectation.
okay so that’s how you got here, hands pulling his face into your neck from the grip you had on his wet locks, feeling his teeth sink into your shoulder and the stupid gusset of your bath suit bottoms dig into your thigh. at some point does his hand reach back from the wall to clasp around your lips and muffle your moans, you’re on cloud nine, eyes rolling back as your body freezes from the toe curling orgasm he pulls out of you, him not following too far behind after.
his hand slides off your mouth, and as you’re both catching your breaths, he presses you firmly against the wall knowing you’ll fall limp on your own if he doesn’t hold you up for the first few seconds. cock throbbing deep within your tight walls, he nudges impossibly deeper as he pulls away his upper body, to assess your state. you’re an absolute mess but he doesn’t miss the the lazy, cocky smile that settles on your raw lips. full of nothing but pure satisfaction and smugness. a scoff huffs from his mouth as you lick your lips, hooded eyes still staring at him. tyun shakes his head, carefully moving you underneath the spraying water to get properly washed, thinking about how he’ll deal with you again later with a soft smile. and you’re giggling, still basking in your post glow relief.
he ended up falling for your trick, and you got exactly what you wanted. :)
tyun is so adorable i cant cope w people saying he'd be some evil, scary creature. he's the GENTLEMAN type. he's holding every single door open for you, ensuring you always have flowers at home, that you never have to lift one of your pretty fingers.
"princess, did you eat today?" taehyun's voice is warm down the back of your neck as he stands behind your desk chair. you had been working on whatever that was closest to reaching its due date for the past few hours. so much so, you had completely forgotten about eating.
"no, not yet," you tilt your head up, meetng his wide boba eyes. "why?" tyun doesn't reply, only pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before heading into the kitchen.
he comes back around 25 minutes later with a whole platter of foods, easy to snack on, healthy, full of fibre and protein to keep you healthy. all the fruits cut up into little hearts.
"don't work too hard baby girl, have a break soon
lots of love, tae<3"
You know your eyes won't listen to you and create those little beads of salt when Beomgyu holds you in your place with his hand around your throat, and slams into you mercilessly. It makes your toes curl and your stomach burn, making you want to both escape and pull him in closer at the same time.
Especially in that moment, where he doesn't even talk anymore and just fucks you roughly. He doesn't let you talk, either. Or just doesn't hear you and keeps slapping your skins together. You’re just hearing his breaths, sharp through his nose, and it’s like if you lift your head and open your mouth for him, he would spit on your tongue instead of a soothing kiss.
But you know he’s still here, so, “Don't stop…” you barely whisper, your voice is something weak flowing through the air between your faces.
But he hears it.
He hears it, and stops.
Your body trembles from head to toe at the sudden cut in pleasure. The strange feeling washes down your body and tingles every inch of your skin — a sudden coldness as your walls pulse around him and your eyes widen in shock. “Why…”
It's overwhelming. The sudden silence. The sudden stop. Everything.
“Beomgyu…” you breathe, your eyes locked with his in confusion.
“Shh,” Beomgyu pushes his hips deeper like he's not balls deep in you already, “You were almost coming?” he whispers, looking at your sparkling eyes. They’re bloating after the question. Was I almost coming? You frown, your lips part slowly, your whole body trembles again. “Keep moving…” you say, grabbing his shoulders.
Beomgyu puts a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “No,” he whispers, “Count with me.”
Tears slowly welling up in your eyes at the moment you heard the no. You squeeze his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin, and close your eyes, trying not to cry. “Beomgyu, move…”
Beomgyu looks at your face for a second, taking the disheveled sight in, feeling your pussy still clenching around him… Both of your crotches are aching for the release. But he doesn't move. Still, he doesn't. “Look at me,” he says, one hand coming up to cup your face.
You slap his hand away, “Beomgyu…” pleading with his name, you can’t hide how much he upsets you right now with the glistening tears running down your temples.
But he doesn't flinch, not even a blink. He looks focused and serious, it's almost scary. And annoying. It slowly makes you lose that warm feeling… It’s unbearable to feel everything again.
“Now-”
You cut his word with a slap. A weak one, since your limbs are still useless. So you slap him again while his face is still turned to the side, trying to make it tougher. And it works, pinking his cheek slowly, spreading a warm mark there. But he doesn't say anything, doesn't even look pissed off. And it pisses you off. “Beomgyu,” you call his name, start to hit him thoughtlessly; his jaw, his chest, his shoulders… “Shh,” And he doesn't grab your wrists or stop you, he just pulls his face back and holds your waist.
You let out a weak sob while he turns you on your stomach gently. The emptiness melts your brain. Your face falls on the sheets, your hands squeezing the fabric, almost tearing it apart. “Beom…” you try, but his name turns into a breath slipping away on your tongue.
Beomgyu slowly lifts your face from the sheets and cradles it in his arm, tilting your chin up to rest on his elbow. You swallow and immediately hug his arm with your hands, tears falling onto his skin now. He puts his dick inside you, pushing his hips deep. Your eyes falling close again, your mouth opening with a shaky breath. He's inside you again. You're feeling it again.
“I know you can do it,” he whispers, his lips touching your temple, “With me,” he says, “Ten…nine…”
“Eight…” you join, whispering.
He nods, kissing your temple briefly. “Seven… Six… Five,” you're counting together and he stops in five, lets you finish it.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One… A warm sensation spreads all along your body when it ends, your nipples itching against the sheets and your walls squeezing around him weakly.
“Good girl.” he whispers into your hair, tightening his grip around your throat. “My good girl,”
He pulls back until the tip caresses your entrance softly, and pushes forward hard, making you gasp and squirt a little. You swallow and lick your lips, frowning in pleasure. It's filling your stomach again, it's still there, burning.
He starts to fuck you slow and rough; makes sure his length touching every spot of your walls, pressing his tip in from the angle that you like most. And you're dripping on his dick and sheets with every thrust, every pull and push of his hips it’s almost embarrassing.
He squeezes your throat more, tightening his arm around your neck, enough for your face to go slightly red. He grabs your hip with his other hand, and thrusts into you roughly, his dick kisses your cervix. “F-fuck…” you gasp, still there's no words, only air. Your hips poking up a little, but he slams into you so fast that you can't move enough. You're just shaking under him, clenching around him tighter and tighter, so intense that it makes him hiss… Your vision is blurring again, it's like the bed is sliding away under you and you’re spinning through space. Falling down or rising up.
You cry, letting out a proper sound finally, squirting all over his dick. He's grasping your hip tighter, and fucks into you through your orgasm, keeping your mouth open and taking every sweet sound you let out. It feels so long, it feels like you're almost passing out. It's awesome and it's horrible.
It's too much.
You don't hear what Beomgyu says after. You don't listen. You just lay there and fill your lungs with enough air. You're waiting patiently until the dizziness in your head is gone. But it's not going anywhere, it just quiets so heavily.
But that's enough, too.
You get out of bed and walk quickly towards the bathroom, limping slightly, before Beomgyu sits up in bed to look at you.
And you lock the door before you hear his footsteps.
Bathroom light doesn't help your vision, you're squinting and frowning while taking your steps toward the sink. But your skin feels sensitive, and you don't want to feel something on it for at least a couple minutes. Even the water. Even the air.
So you're grabbing the comb, don't know what you're doing and trying not to look at the mirror.
The mess.
“Y/n,”
When Beomgyu's voice fills your ears, you turn and look at the door like it's not locked and he can come in.
“Are you okay?” He asks, knocks on the wood softly, and you think about his question for a second, your heart still beating on your chest. You know you don't want to worry him, but you're just stepping towards the counter, staying quiet, locking your eyes somewhere dark. “Can I come in?” he asks, his hand making a soft thud on the wooden door. He's not knocking anymore, just leaning on it. “Let me in, please. I'm sorry. Let me apologise to you properly.” He speaks carefully and gently.
And you close your eyes, squeezing the comb. You love him being gentle with you like that but you're feeling bad for worrying him, because there's nothing to apologize for. The sex was good, he didn't hurt you. You even have a safe word, if something was wrong you would tell him… You're just feeling a lot, falling into the enormous void in your head. “I feel…” you begin, but so many feelings fall down on your head, you can't feel the blank.
“I know,” says Beomgyu. He knows. “I'm sorry. Let me make amends. Let me in and hold you?” His voice grows gentler and hoarser as he leans on the doorframe. “Or you can hit me if you want. As much as you like.”
After this, you lift your head to the door, realising that you hit him earlier. He says you can do it again if you want, which just puts a weak smile on your lips. A weak smile, born of guilt and all the love you have for him.
You sigh, looking down at your trembling legs for a moment.
“Love?” Beomgyu calls again from the other side of the door. “Are you sure you want to be alone?” he asks, and you shake your head no as if he can see it.
“I'm not allowed to kiss wherever it hurts?” he adds, voice quieter.
And a warm feeling spreads all over your body with the image of it: him taking care of you, holding and kissing you slowly, gently. It looks okay now. Good.
“You did so well for me,” he says, “Let me take care of you.”
You take a breath and feel it stutter through your chest. You relax your grip on the comb, but it has already left little red marks on your palm. You slowly withdraw from the counter and walk carefully, your hand brushing against the wall. You unlock the door with a soft click, go back to the counter and lean against it.
Beomgyu pushes the door open slowly, eyes scanning over your face in the bright bathroom light, making you feel naked for a moment. Just for a moment, then he steps in and changes the lights. The new, dim orange washes over the bathroom, soothes your eyes and head immediately, making you feel safe.
He approaches you slowly and respectfully, stopping two steps ahead of you. “Can I touch you?” he asks quietly.
You nod and swallow, pressing your lips together. Beomgyu walks those two steps, closing the distance, still being slow as if making sure if you change your mind.
But you don't. You're just leaning your hips against the counter more, and waiting for him. First, Beomgyu gently drops your hair onto your back. Then he leans in, kisses the soft spot under your ear and your neck, moving down until his lips touch your shoulder. This makes you sigh softly and lean into him. His warm skin touches yours as you connect with him again.
He takes the comb from your hand, kisses your forehead, and gently starts to comb your hair. You lean your face against his chest and close your eyes, letting him do it. His scent fills your lungs and soothes your soul.
You're staying like that, almost sleeping there, don't know about the passing minutes.
The thud comb made when Beomgyu puts it on the counter opens your eyes slowly.
“Look at me.” he whispers, touching your face now. Caressing your skin, he tilts your chin slightly, aligning your faces.
“Kiss me.” you whisper back, still not opening your eyes, hands squeezing the counter.
He doesn't speak, caressing your face for a little more. You feel his warm breath on your lips, your bodies slowly leaning against each other. His hand sliding on your skin to grab the back of your head, and he captures your lips in a slow kiss. Slow and warm. Safe.
His lips slide onto yours and cup your lower lip, while you suck his upper lip softly before separating with a little wet sound, just to press together again and keep the sweet kiss alive.
Your hands find his shoulders, caressing the way toward his neck, then his face while his hands hold your waist, your tongues stroking each other softly.
He lifts you up and sits you on the counter slightly, holding under your thighs. “Let me see it.” he whispers into your mouth, his voice still carrying the concern. “Does it hurt?” he asks, caressing your thigh while looking down at it.
You shake your head no, but he already gets on his knees slowly. Your chest tightens while you watch him grabbing your thighs gently. He's still looking at your eyes to see if you're comfortable while spreading your legs.
A quiet, wet sound comes out between them.
Your eyes fall close when his gaze drops on your pussy, and you feel a kiss on your knee.
It's all you need.
“Keep kissing me…” you whisper, grabbing the counter again.
Beomgyu presses his lips against the soft skin of your inner thighs and slides them over you, soothing you. He gives both thighs the same attention, kissing them gently and open-mouthed.
“Like that?” he asks, sucking a spot softly.
You still don’t open your eyes when he lifts his head to look at you, you’re just nodding for him to continue, spreading a little more.
And he gets closer, taking your legs on his shoulders, his thumbs caressing your skin. He leans in and puts a kiss on your puffy clit, then your entrance. So soft and innocent that you bite the tip of your tongue to avoid a sound. He’s kissing your swollen flesh, cleaning you up by catching the drops of your warm liquid with his lips, and licking between your folds, keeps his tongue gentle.
“Better?” he whispers.
You inhale, breath stutters on your chest. You hum this time, touching his head when he leans his cheek against your inner thigh. Your eyes meet there; yours are half-lidded and his are full of stars.
“We have a safe word.” He speaks quietly, still gentle but underlying a question, too, this time.
And you shake your head immediately, “There was no need…”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you nod, your fingers moving on his hair briefly. “I like the feeling. It’s just- sometimes it can be…overwhelming.” you explain, speaking quietly. You're both so quiet, as if you have a baby you don't want to wake up in the next room.
Beomgyu nods, kisses your thigh one last time before getting up from the floor. He settles between your legs and holds you again, arms wrapping around you. “Can I carry you in our bed again?” he asks, putting a kiss on your head.
“Let's stay like this a little more?” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. Beomgyu hums and kisses your head again, grabbing your hips to lean your body on his completely but you shift and push yourself on his right leg.
“You want it there?” he asks, slightly breaking his knee for you and you pull it between your legs, nodding. “Okay,” he whispers, resting his chin on your head.
You're staying like that for a while under the dim light; you're holding on to him and Beomgyu caressing your back.
Your breathing is soft together, syncing.
You're squeezing his upper legs between your thighs, lifting your head from his chest and leaning your cheeks together. His fingertips follow down your spine, and stop on the small of your back; making you arch slightly, pushing yourself on his thigh more. And his hands slide down a little more, touching your hips again.
You're looking at each other like doing some kind of telepathy, slowly turning your faces, making your noses brush. He lifts his leg, pressing it between your legs slightly, eyes scanning over your face, searching. And you sigh against his lips, holding the nape of his neck.
He leans in, kisses your mouth, slow and messy, nipping on your lower lip and pulls back. He's looking down at your eyes, carrying bits of lights in there. And your hand tangles in his hair, you're capturing his lips again eagerly, making his hands grab your hips properly.
You're grounding yourself down on his thigh, fidgeting to press your clit on it. “Fuck,” Beomgyu hisses, starts to guide your hips while leaning again to tangle your tongues together. “Mmm…” your eyebrows knit in pleasure, hands pull on his hair, hips grinding against him eagerly.
“Yes,” Beomgyu bites the tip of your tongue, making you shiver. Palming and squeezing your hips more tightly, he looks down at your pussy. It’s sliding and rubbing on him, all wet and messy… “Shit… That's my good girl.” he whispers, lips trailing down on your chin and throat. “Go for more, take it, baby.” he encourages, whispering against your skin, before he starts to suck a pink, little mark on there.
“Gyu,” you gasp, hips grinding faster, toes curling with the delicious friction. Beomgyu pulls his mouth from your neck with a soft ‘pop', he bows his head down again to look at your hips. Lifting the shirt up, he stares at your pussy shamelessly, frowning and open-mouthed, cursing under his breath.
Your stomach is burning under his gaze, you know it won't last long.
“I like it,” Beomgyu leans in, whispering to your ear, pressing your hips down and making your head dizzy. The friction grows slow and rough for a second. “I like the feeling of your warm pussy on my skin,”
“B-Beomgyu…” you groan, his dirty mouth makes you drip easily. But he doesn't stop, “Your warm, little pussy.” whispering quieter, he brings one hand on your pussy, touching the wetness while you're still grinding.
“Ah…”
“Just like that,” he encourages again, the tip of his middle finger presses on your clit, making your body jump, and starts to draw quick circles on it, rubbing the wetness.
“Oh, Beomgyu…” Your breath catches, your hips rolling toward his hand and thigh faster and faster until a broken scream leaves your mouth.
You're squirting again, riding your orgasm on him until your body leaves boneless in seconds. Drops falling down like pearls, you're hearing your heartbeat, it punches your ears inside.
“I love you,” Beomgyu’s arms tighten around your body, kissing your temple.
“I love you," you say, breathlessly. Trembling between his arms, you hug his neck so tightly with the aftershocks, almost choking him a little. “I'm sorry for hitting you earlier.”
Beomgyu smiles, breathing you in. “That's okay.” he whispers. “No apologies.”
And you’re giving yourself to the safety he creates, allowing him to hold you while your mind goes blank, your body feels weightless, empty again. You let him clean you up, wash your hair, dress you in soft clothes, lay you down carefully on your bed and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.
thank you so much for the mile high club fic ❤️❤️❤️ i love it so so much!! could i now request a taehyun fic where reader is a makeup artist/hair stylist for txt and taehyun has a crush on reader. so he always snacks on purpose to mess up his lip tint or runs his fingers through his hair so his hair keeps getting messed up and he keeps going back to retouch it. it can be fluffy or smutty!! thank you againnn!!!!
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ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: Taehyuns crush on you is only growing the more you come close but he’s having trouble admitting so. That’s okay, his friend will help him whether he likes it or not…
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: workplace meet cute, fluff, Beomgyu being a menace of a wingman, honestly none it’s very sweet
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3.1k
𝙆𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨…⋆˚࿔ so glad to hear I did your other request justice anon and that you trust me for another yay!!!💗💗
such a cute prompt too just tyun coming to terms with his crush awee so I kept it fluffy cause that’s what felt right hope that’s okay!!!(╥﹏╥)
Taehyun can barely count on both hands the amount of times he feels his heart stutter in his chest because of you by now, it's starting to become increasingly worrying the lengths he'll go to just to have you orbiting around him, to have you touch him.
He never should have let it reach this far, but from the first time you stepped into the dressing room he knew you'd be dangerous to his self-discipline and steady habits. He'd barely notice if you hadn't stumbled in, equipment bags slung on your forearm and knocking the wood in tow as you squeezed yourself through in time of the door shutting behind you. In turn you receive a few glances from the other staff and a few of the members themselves, offering your sincerest apologies for disturbing their rest time; there's that fresh, first day nerves appearance gracing your features, eyebrows knitted tight and your throat swallows down the excess saliva your mouth is so betrayingly producing.
A few of your hair strands are whipped unrestrained against your forehead in hurried rush; by no means are you late, you'd ensured that with multiple alarms set the night before but you're starstruck enough just by even landing this job, let alone finally being face to face with your clients who happen to be famous idols. It's one thing seeing their faces plastered on your younger sister's wall and an entirely different thing when they are actually in-front of you, waiting patiently for you to begin your art. So you approach hesitantly, it appears you're the first of the makeup team to arrive so you have no one's lead to follow and it's all the more nerve wracking that way.
You'd better get use to it fast, this was your responsibility now - so you dive in before your feet plant you in place and you make a fool of yourself even more than you already have. Yeonjun makes the perfect first client for you, he sits perfectly still for each application, barely even shaking when it's time to dab foundation along his skin, you're hardly applying assertively but with years of practice he must be a veteran of remaining steady by now. You're thankful.
Unbeknownst to you, Taehyun sits just to the side of you and Yeonjun, sneaking glances every now and then but he just can't figure out why he's so compelled to. He knows you're pretty, that much was obvious from the first glance of you, but why is he feeling his heart kick into action when the rest of your team arrives and he overhears his name.
"Thanks for starting, you can move onto Taehyun now, his shoot is next"one of your colleagues murmurs under their breath and you nod, packing away a few of your handheld equipment. Taehyun shuffles further up in his seat, since when did he begin slouching? When he was lost watching the way your tongue pokes against your cheek in concentration? Either way you'd hardly think him professional if he was slumped against his chair when you approached so his back rests upright once more, gulping as you make your approach to his station.
You greet him joyfully and he wonders where you've found the energy for it this time in the morning but he'll not question a good thing for too long, the sun may as well have risen already by how gleaming your smile appears up this close.
And you do move closely, you have to if you want to apply his makeup correctly - of course he knows this but when your face is inches from his it's easy to forget the basics. The perfume you wear is floral and sweet, caressing his senses just like how your fingertips swipe a base cream to his complexion, you're so gentle with the application he barely feels you there.
He freezes in place, screwing his lids shut once you're finished with eye makeup because he notices every little detail of your face, each freckle and each minute expression that makes the back of his neck bloom with goosebumps.
"You sit so well, thank you!" He barely registers the compliment before fluttering his eyes open to find you already vacating to the other members, the raw feeling of jealousy bubbling in his gut strikes him unnerved at the thought, he doesn't even know you but the thought that you'll be up so close to another as you just were with him drops the pit in his stomach. You're simply doing your job, he knows that, so then why does he feel this way? It's completely unbecoming of his character, he's not proud so he buries the feelings until they surface again the next time you're on shift.
And the next... and then again until the lines between appropriate and uncontrollable blur.
Eventually you even begin to converse with him during the time you're applying his makeup, incredibly proficient at concealing how elated he feels to learn snippets of your life and experiences, you always ask him ten times the questions he does; purely intrigued to learn more of what his job entails, thoughts and feelings on the day and every single little query that comes to mind.
But when you ask his other members the same things it's impossible to feel like it means anything other than how sociable you are, how you seem to adapt to every situation like a chameleon; you've ran out of a specific tone? That's okay, you're tweaking the entirety of your work to match. He needs a reapplication after smudging his face? You're by his side in a split second, fixing the blemish under strict time constraints effectively.
Each time he glances in the mirror after you're done he's astounded by your precision and keen eye for detail, you always seem to make him feel as pretty as he thinks you are, a Midas touch that turns him to gold and fortune. If he didn't know any better, he might call the feelings he tries so desperately to submerge what they are; inexplicably he's found himself with a crush.
At first that word makes him feel childish, he's left those teenage years of innocent yearning behind and here he finds himself blushing whenever you're near, the foolishness of adolescence seems to not be so far away than he originally thought. That much is easy enough to deduce when he catches himself purposefully snacking between schedules hoping it messes up the lip gloss you’ve painted so diligently on his lips, not enough to make it plainly obvious he’s trying to diminish your work, but just enough to have you rush over to him as soon as you spot that it’s smudged.
“Here, let me touch that up for you…” you speak so delicately each time, shuffling right towards him. Selfishly he likes this position better than when he’s sat in the seat for you, the mirrors reflection behind you reveals that you have to stand on tiptoes to even reach up to his lips for a better view. Even better than that; he leans down for you, eyes sitting level with yours and you’re so close that even this innocent act of reapplication feels intimate. There’s nowhere to turn but your face, an excuse to stare just a little longer into your eyes hoping you glance right back into his, wishing they’ll tell you what he’s too nervous to with words.
Taehyun counts himself lucky that he's a stoic personality, otherwise it might be obvious that his little soft spot for you grows each time you swipe a brush against his cheek or chuckles at a quip remark he's made as you reapply. It's a rather decent act he's parading, to pretend the cushioned plush of your palm against his cheeks doesn't make him falter. It all seems to be going so well for him until you scrunch your nose at him before a performance, swiping the cream with extra caution than what you usually exercise.
"You feeling okay today? Your skins a little more red than usual. Hope they're not overworking you in the practice rooms" you puff out laughter to imply it's not criticism but merely an observation. You would know, you spend most days monitoring his skin so closely you know each divot and line upon his face, much to the flutter of his heart.
"Oh, yeah I'm good, thanks. Probably just the beer I drank last night, sorry" he forces a smile back to you, you seem to be putting more effort in to the cover the blush of fuchsia dusting his cheeks than you have any other time you work with him.
But he won't tell you that you're the cause of it. That the alcohol is a cover for the fact you're so close he can feel the warmth of your breath as you exhale, the reason he’s blooming with color is you.
Beomgyu on the other hand recognises instantly the little white lie he's just sprouted, darting his head up from his phone to where Taehyun sits by the booth. He’d been with him the entire night before and not once had alcohol touched his lips so his has to see this with his own eyes, watching as the red stretches to the tips of his ears and the bridge of his nose. No, this was not an flush of the alcoholic kind, this was simply the nervous kind. The kind that so painstakingly blossoms because of one thing alone; a crush.
Beomgyu can’t help but smirk from the realisation, waiting until Taehyun catches it in the mirror and they lock eyes - a standoff until Taehyun knows all too well what lays behind that smile. It’s all mischief and nothing good for him.
Without words, the phone is locked in his pants and Beomgyu stands, prowling over to the station where you are still completing your work. Taehyun feels his heart punching his ribcage, anticipating the lips he knows are about to start moving and blabbering speech too closely resembling ratting him out.
“Wow, ynnie! You always do such a good job of making our tyun look pretty!” Beomgyu’s tone is sickly sweet, only just so that Taehyun knows the intention but you remain oblivious. You smile and laugh at that while Taehyun is practically withering inside, his shell might seem nonchalant, he breaks no sweat but he’s completely at Beomgyu’s mercy here. He scowls at him through the reflection, willing him to stop before he says something that can’t be taken back.
“Thank you, he hardly needs my help for that though, I only enhance what’s already there” you humbly reply and never catch how Beomgyu’s eyes widen in response, almost nudging Taehyun’s shoulder before realising that would jolt him and create more work for you.
Taehyun catches it though, of course. He’ll not give Beomgyu the satisfaction of a reaction but trust enough inside he’s levitating from your words. The sensible, logical corner of his brain shouts at him to remain calm, it’s simply a polite response that means absolutely nothing. You’d hardly call him hideous to his face but there’s that childish side niggling and begging attention to have him confront that you’d even consider him in the same conversation of attractiveness.
It makes him zone out the entire time you finish his makeup, missing all his favourite steps like when you have to lean over him to reach the brush you misplace every time, or when you take the clips out of his hair to have his bangs fall back over his forehead, adjusting them as you see fit across his face. The stark contrast of Beomgyu’s voice against the velvet of yours wake him up “my turn?”
“Yes, Beomgyu, your turn. Sit, I’ll start prepping” you chuckle as he boisterously clambers onto the seat next to you, wriggling eyebrows in Taehyun’s direction. Again he receives no response, just his friend deadpanning him for his playful jabs so he smirks at him, a devious plan hatching in his mind.
As soon as the base layer hits Beomgyu’s skin he’s humming in content, preening closer into your touch and sweetly adds “feels so nice, ynnie, your hands are so soft…” whining obscenely with each additional application of makeup. You think little of it, he must simply be in a good mood today but in the seat next to you, Taehyun is seething.
It’s in the details; on the outside he’s just as composed as ever, a statue of poise and equanimity but in the bylines he’s unravelling, fingers tapping profusely against his thigh, jaw clenching. He knows it’s a ploy, an attempt to pull a reaction from him and where he once thought he’s resistant against menial performances like that his friend is playing, the physical reactions his body is betraying him with tells that perhaps he feels a little more for you than he originally anticipated.
The thought of another man receiving the same satisfaction from your touch, teasing or not settles uncomfortably within him, as though he’s the only one that should receive such delight from you. He’s determined to be the only one; he sucks up the parade of Beomgyu’s compliments and moaning like a lemon in the mouth, sour and grateful to spit it out once you’re finished his makeup.
“Yn, can I speak to you for a moment?” Taehyun asks gently, prompting you towards the corner of the room with the clothing racks where it’s at least a little more private than the booth seating. Your eyes widen from surprise until you quickly reel it in and he regrets that he’s most probably caused you panic, you likely hardly expect this conversation to be anything good if he’s requesting seclusion but it’ll have to remain this way for a moment longer until he’s spoken what now needs to be said.
You courteously accept and make you way over, Taehyun following before feeling a clap to his back from Beomgyu, encouraging him with a hushed “go get your girl…” Taehyun dismissively shakes his head, a small smile upon his lips upon the realisation this was Beomgyu’s plan all along, to have him finally go after what he wants: you.
Instinctively you hide behind the clothing screens, if he’s to reprimand you for a shabby makeup job you’d rather not have witnesses to your embarrassment, your pulse rising as he steps in, his frame looming over you.
“If you don’t like how the makeup looks, I can redo it for you! I’m sorry if it’s not how you wanted it to come out-“ you’re a stuttering mess, spewing out nonsense just so he won’t have to feel so guilty explaining that your work isn’t up to standard today but he hushes you gently “-no, no, it’s nothing like that. You’ve done a great job, you always do. There’s just something I’d like to ask you, are you busy after your shift today?”
He’s casual and it settles you somewhat, so effortlessly collected as he plants his hands in his pockets as you ponder “not particularly…” you nervously chuckle, in truth you’d only planned to schedule in some training time for looks you’re less confident in creating, but it hardly seems right to admit your self doubt when you already feel so nervous under his gaze.
“Care to meet for a coffee? there’s one just round the corner so it’s not too far for you” he asks nonchalantly but inside he’s spiralling, has he come off too cool that it reflects he’s asking in a friendly way? Should he add some more depth into it and come off too strong? He’s truly clueless but you seem stunned all the same and he awaits on a knife’s edge until you warmly smile and nod “I’d like that, coffee sounds good”
Unknowingly you’re experiencing your own melt down inside, in all truth you’d always found Taehyun the most pleasant of his members, he’s calm in an inviting way, a curious mind to ponder the same questions you have for the world around you and sense of understanding similar to his. It certainly helps that he’s easy on the eyes too, your breath always hitches reaching in to catch a better glimpse of your work up close, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheek to allow you to stare a little more unabashedly.
So the fact he’s asking you, of all people to meet casually outside of work makes your stomach do flips, was this even permitted in the fine print of your contract? Either way you’re elated, if nothing is to come of this at least you’ll get to spend even a moment longer in his company without having focus too much on work and more so on him.
“Great, I’ll meet you in the lobby after I’m finished here?” You nod again enthusiastically, tucking your hair behind your ears sheepishly with a small bow to dismiss him.
He’s about to, turning just before to add “to be clear, I’m asking you on a date. Is that okay?”
Both hearts stutter; his because he’s actually finally admitted not just to himself but to you also that the feelings he’s wrestled with for weeks now have weight, that his crush on you is not wavering in the way he initially thought it would. It’s remained firm, only increasing with each time you get close. Each time you touch his face with such tenderness he pretends you’re already his.
And yours; because truly you don’t believe someone as handsome and intuitive as Taehyun has honed into you, out of the hundreds of members of staff on his team you are the one he wants to know deeper. You’d be foolish to refuse him now “that’s more than okay, Taehyun…”
You smile just as brightly as the day you first stumbled into the dressing room, reminding him precisely of the moment his heart decided it desires company. Resisting the temptation to finally press his lips against yours, something he dreams of each time you apply gloss to his lips with the brush wishing it was your lips instead, he nods favourably, stepping back out from behind the screens, leaving you now with pink settling on your cheeks.
There’s always time for that to come, perhaps in the quiet corner of the coffee shop where no one cares to pay attention to, or perhaps on the deserted street as he drops you home. Either way the thought of your lips keeps his feet moving forward in that direction, the memory of something yet to happen; your first kiss.
I have been reading lights out, saw this tiktok and am drunk as fuck rn here y'all go
cw: fem!reader, smut, mask kink (!!!), descriptions of rough sex, loser!gyu turns into hard!dom, dubcon, face slapping, spanking, hair pulling, very light degradation, possessive, Gyu is taller than reader and picks her up, big dick gyu agenda and cervix fucking bc, friends to ??, unprotected sex and talk about contraception (reader is NOT on birth control), slight language barrier (reader is explicitly non-Korean (but nothing else specified)), talk of dumbification, reader is younger than beomgyu and uses honorifics (oppa is used!), the teeny tiniest bit of anal play, reader is described as a bookworm, alcohol consumption in the beginning (the smut is sober!), not proofread obvie but grammarly free is turned ON
You attentively follow the spinning bottle with your hazy eyes, trying to sharpen your focus as the alcohol buzzes through your veins. Your brain is nothing more than a ball of cotton, and you are dreadfully aware that you are polluting the air with your bullshit every time you open your mouth, stuttering on top of everything. Normally, you'd hide your grammatical errors behind your confidence, but the things you have been babbling about for the past hour would have even been nonsensical in your native language. You are a bit embarrassed; no one else seemed to be as drunk as you. At least that's how you interpret the occasional worried glances to your side from your best friend Beomgyu, who simultaneously carasses your back with his large hand. He has also noticed your state, but he hasn't said anything yet.
It must be fine then, you think, taking another sip of your mixed beverage.
Your efforts to concentrate haven't paid off at all, only realizing the bottle landed on you as Beomgyu shakes your shoulders to catch your attention. You notice people chuckling around you, but you can't tell who. "Y/n" Your friend mumbles with a small smile. "Yeonjun-hyung asked you something." Thankfully, Beomgyu chose simple words and simple grammar, being mindful of your state.
He is so sweet to you, you think, shifting your gaze towards his friend. His lips are contorted into something much closer to a grin, tilting his head tauntingly. "Truth or dare?" He, presumably, repeats.
The moment you stand up, everyone is going to see how fucking wasted you are just from a beer, a shot, and half of this drink. Or maybe you had a second shot? Nevertheless, this can't happen. They're going to make you stand up-
"Truth." You blurt out before you can finish your thought. You look up at your friend beside you, searching for some sort of confirmation about this choice that only makes sense to someone in your current state. He just continues to smile at you with slightly furrowed brows. That's.. bad?
Yeonjun laughs a bit at your eager response and takes a theatrical moment to think. Maybe he's also a bit drunk, you wonder.
"What's a dirty secret you haven't shared with anyone yet?" He asks you, adding. "Even with your friend over there." Nodding towards Beomgyu from across the circle. He always jokes about your friendship with his bandmate. Honestly, it makes you a bit uncomfortable. You trust Beomgyu so so much; it makes you question if you should be more wary.
You dismiss this thought as quickly as it popped into your head, rather using the remaining working 25% of your brain power to answer the question. "Every book I read is about sex." You confess the first thought that popped into your head, remembering the novel you indulged in during your commute here. You add. "I can't read a book that doesn't revolve around it." You hear Beomgyu choke, whipping your head around to look at him cough into his hand. You reach out to him, wanting to stroke his cheek with concern, but you get distracted by Taeyhun's assertive voice in response to your admission. "But every time I see you, you are buried in a book?"
You just nod, plainly, too numb by the alcohol to feel shame. "They're not Korean, so I am not worried that anyone knows what I am reading. The genre is called dark romance. There is a romance aspect, of course, but if I am being honest, it's mostly about two people who like each other who have kinky sex." You used the English word "kinky", not bothered by the fact that maybe not everyone understood the load this word entails.
Beomgyu's voice is a bit rougher, lower, after coughing so much, as he finally speaks up. "You only need to answer one question, y/n, you can spin the bottle now." And you do so, urging the next person who picked "dare" to lick the big toe of their friend to the left.
A few hours have passed, and you find yourself cuddled onto Beomgyu's shoulder on the couch, the group's attendance halved by now. They're talking about something, something you aren't concerned with. You are tired and ready to go home as well. Social outings are a bit draining anyway; they are even more overwhelming in a foreign language. Your friend is so cuddly, though, you physically can't rip yourself off of his warm embrace. Beomgyu's head is leaning on top of yours, sometimes rubbing himself into your hair like a cat. Overall, the brunette is very slim, his shoulder a bit bony against your temple. His bicep, however, protectively wrapped around your shoulders, is nice and firm. He recently started hitting the gym again, and you can tell. He looks really hot lately.
"Hey." He whispers, low enough that the others can't catch it, loud enough for you to understand. "What book are you reading right now?"
The drink you sip on is a water bottle, since you decided to sober up a few moments ago. However, the body needs a while to digest the alcohol, hydrated or not. You clearly aren't fully sober yet, as you bluntly talk about the plot. "I am reading "Lights Out", it's a book about a nurse who likes a content creator. He always wears a mask in his videos; they are a bit perverted." You summarize the subject matter, unsure how to describe a "thirst trap" in Korean and too gone to think about it. "One day, he breaks into her house because he knows her in real life and has a crush. Yada yada... skipping some stuff, they have sex while he wears the mask to hide his identity. He is a bit mean to her in bed, but that's not scary; it's sexy, because he likes her, you know? He doesn't want to hurt her and knows she is into these things, because she kept commenting under his videos." You spare him the rest of the book, just realizing mid-ramble how crazy and inappropriate you sound. He doesn't react for a moment; his fingers, which have been stroking the plush of your hips, halt.
"You..." He begins, sounding unsure. "You like that stuff?" You can feel his head turn on top of yours, away from the crowd, deeper into the cushions behind you.
"I don't... know..." You mumble, also growing self-conscious now. "I mean, it's not... rape... You know? She recognized him by his mask, and they texted on social media before anything happened. She didn't know the identity at first, but she was sure it was the content creator she had been following. I wouldn't sleep with a guy whom I don't recognize!" Your voice rises at the end just slightly, just to dip lower again for the last sentence. "But the uncertainty is... hot..."
You hear him swallow. "And you also like how rough he got?" His fingernails clench into your hip.
"He wasn't hurting her!" You rebutted, panicked, feeling a bit defensive. Beomgyu raises his head, his other hand grabbing your chin to make you look at him.
"That's not what I said." He replies, stern eyes searching for something in yours. "I asked if you like it rough." The last part is accentuated, as his voice drops lower. This time, it's not from a cough, though.
You lower your gaze, anyway. "He likes her. And he doesn't know what to do with himself." You start to justify yourself. "So it's fine if he gets a bit... frustrated."
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A few days have passed since you humiliated yourself at that house party. You have absolutely shared too much about yourself, especially with Beomgyu. You can tell you made him uncomfortable due to the limited communication you had with him since then. Usually, you'd chat a lot, occasionally game a bit over a phone call if both of your jobs allowed it... But it has been near crickets since last weekend.
You had been working yourself up about it the past nights, but this can't go on. You need to get your thoughts in order, and then you can apologize to Beomgyu. Tonight calls for a self-care night, you think, stripping yourself to take an everything-shower.
After getting out, you put on your favorite pajama set, a cute tank top, and some shorts. Just as you start to work on some hot tea, someone knocks on the front door of your apartment. It's late, you don't expect anyone, but you just waltz towards the noise and open the door without a second thought, with your feigned optimism for tonight.
You immediately regret this decision, as your body shudders in angst before you can even compute what is happening in front of you. A tall yet slim man, in a black T-Shirt, sweatpants, and a pair of beat-up sneakers, stands in front of you, a mask you recognize from somewhere hiding his face.
"Do I know you?" You ask, immediately realizing how idiotic your reaction is. A killer wouldn't tell you his full government name, even if he planned to kill you, you remind yourself.
"I wouldn't have knocked if I planned to hurt you." He tells you plainly, clearly noticing your fear. His hands ball into fists just to stretch his fingers right after, failing to hide his own nerves as well. You would recognize this voice even in a crowd, anyway.
"Well..." You say, stepping aside to let Beomgyu inside. You expect him to take the mask off with a sly joke about your pervy books, breaking the ice, just as he usually would in uncomfortable situations that he wants to resolve. What you didn't expect was for him to slam the door shut with a bang, keeping the mask on.
Both of you are silent as he turns the lock behind him.
He swiftly slips his sneakers off, walking towards you. "This is how easily you let strange men inside, huh?" He asks, trailing after you as you begin to take a few steps back. He starts to tower over you, decreasing the distance. His pointy shoulders accentuate his size, especially in comparison to yours, as he grabs them with both hands to stop you from walking away. "You're a naughty little thing..." He mumbles, leaning down. The plastic around his nose is just a few centimeters away from your face.
"I recognize your voice." You defend yourself with a weak voice, knees wobbling. You are emotionally, mentally, and physically unsure if you should react with arousal or fright.
"How can you be sure?" He questions, turning you around just to force you with your back against the wall of your hallway, fixating you with his thigh between your legs. He adds, five long fingers trailing up your throat behind your ear, to cup your head.
"You told me you wouldn't hurt me." You whimper, feeling your cunt stick meekly against your panties.
"That's reason enough to let an intruder inside?" His deep voice mumbles behind the mask, the other hand trailing down your upper body. His thumb barely grazes your nipple, thinly covered by the cotton of your top. You bite your lower lip in retaliation, your own nails digging into the strained muscles of his biceps. After making a point by squeezing your waistline, he dips his four fingers under the band of your shorts, pushing them down your hipbones. He continues. "I didn't think you'd be this naive..."
You breathe hard, head spinning. Your best friend surprised you at your front door in the middle of the night, wearing a mask from some horror franchise, hand inside your pants... And your clit pulsates between your folds, just waiting to be caressed by him.
This is too good to be true, you think, you definitely should use this opportunity and play along.
"I'm sorry..." You apologize, turning your head to the side with a pout. "I couldn't help myself." Your voice is airy, putting on a bit of a show.
You didn't know what to expect, but it definitely wasn't that he'd groan. You knew his voice was naturally a bit on the deeper side, especially if he spoke comfortably in his dialect, but you had never heard such an animalistic sound leave your otherwise timid friend.
You're not the only one turned on by this.
Despite your mocking thoughts, you're the one left whining as he pulls his warm hands out of your shorts. He steps back, but before you can protest, you feel his slender fingers cupping your butt cheeks from below, lifting you up in one swift heave. You wrap your arms around his neck, your face clumsily leaning against the cold mask to steady yourself (and your nerves).
Confident strides take you to your bedroom, further confirming the masked man is your bestie who has been inside your apartment plenty of times before. Of course, you are comforted by the fact that you didn't actually allow a stranger inside your living space as he implied, but that you are aroused that it's Beomgyu still caught you a bit off guard.
He carefully sets you down, raising his hands to cup your cheeks, squeezing them together a bit. You are staring into whatever is left to see of his eyes, a net obscuring the dark orbs you love to get lost in usually. You can see how excited, or perhaps nervous, he is by the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He speaks up again after clearing his throat. "You'll learn how reckless you are being..." His voice trembles as he takes a step back to sit down on the cushions of your bed, pushing his dark hair back. The sleeve he's wearing underneath the disguise doesn't cover any of the long strands or his ears, allowing you to tell how red they are getting. He continues, leaning back a bit. "Take off your clothes."
You swallow at the command. He isn't being particularly assertive, but something in you still makes you want to follow his order. Maybe you have wanted to fuck your best friend all this time. Who could blame you?
Despite your heavy breathing, you are gathering all your courage, just as he is, and shyly begin by lifting the fabric of the top up closer to your boobs.
He is patient. Even though you can't see his face, you know he is following you attentively. Before you allow your heart to sink into your pants, you lift the thin cotton over your head and discard it onto the lower end of the bed. Your nipples are already erect, putting yourself a bit on display as you squeeze your tits closer together, leaning forward to pull down your bottoms. Beomgyu's labored breathing gives you the final boost of confidence you need to finally roll them over your hips, stepping out to stand nude in front of him.
You rub your thighs together, growing increasingly embarrassed, looking into the blank stare of the mask.
"Mhh..." He begins, after a moment of torturous silence.
"Maybe you're not naughty..." He mumbles, spreading his legs.
"Or naive..." He unties his sweatpants, pulling them and his boxers down his pelvis.
"But just a bit dumb?" He asks, his thick, veiny cock jumping out of his undies, already leaking.
The size of that thing already breaks you, your walls fluttering against nothing just at the thought of him bullying it into you. You guessed he was packing, but not like this.
Beomgyu's chest rises and falls hectically, but he's trying to keep his composure as he begins to slowly stroke his dick to the sight of your bare body. Your mouth is watering at the way his long fingers fully engulf the girthy base of his cock, how he trails them up his shaft just to twist his wrist over the pink-ish head. Before you can help yourself, you are dropping to your knees, opening your mouth, and sticking out your tongue in need.
You can actually hear him let out a breath he seemed to be holding all this time, still trembling as he pulls you closer by the back of your head. You prop your body up by holding onto his thighs, as he slowly drags your mouth towards the tip of his dick. The moment your pointed tongue meets the salty hole of his cock, his abs and grip simultaneously tighten. He pulls you further down, carefully not to choke you with his length. You don't need to do any work, since he's bobbing your head up and down his tip by your hair, gradually building up a rhythm that seems to be getting him to release. He is holding back his noises, only allowing you to listen to his breathing and the occasional groan. Your throat burns at the stretch, your head dizzy as you're barely able to breathe through your nose. You try to look up with teary eyes, almost a bit disappointed to only see the mask staring back down at you with its unchanged expression.
You are wondering what kind of faces Beomgyu is making right now... Is he close?
A couple more bobs down his shaft before he finally pulls you off of him, only letting you take one deep breath before whipping his other, free hand across your cheek. You cry out at the impact, a stinging pain shooting through your face, forcing tears into your waterline. "Who else are you allowing to use you like this?" He practically spits, sounding surprisingly upset despite getting his cock worshipped just before. You just look at him with big eyes, neither reacting nor answering, making him steady your head by your hair and strike the same cheek yet again.
"Answer me!" He urges you, a burn pooling at your hair follicles due to the tension.
"No one!" You reply, in haste, your neglected pussy cooling at the air, twitching in arousal. "I have told you... I am not sleeping with anyone I don't recognize!" You are reusing your words from last weekend, not pretending to not know it's his cock you are watching jerk right in front of you.
You are more bothered by the mask's neutrality than you would have anticipated, especially in moments like these. It makes you wonder how mad he actually is with you.
It makes you second-guess why he is putting his rock-hard cock back into his pants, slowly scooting off the bed to crouch next to you on the floor.
He is telling you something, presumably an order, but the only word you really understand is 'bed'. Your body is shaking, head spinning, cunt aching; your brain has officially malfunctioned. Did the shake from the slaps loosen any screws? Or has the growing knot inside your lower belly taken over your body? You are actually proud of yourself for perfectly understanding everything up until this point; a misunderstanding was sort of bound to happen eventually.
Normally, if you didn't quite catch what Beomgyu told you, you'd sheepishly ask him to elaborate. He would catch on and use simpler terms to explain what he had meant to say. This, however, is not a 'normal situation'. You're just staring at him, unsure how to react. You realize he is not nearly as understanding as he would otherwise be.
"Y/n." His voice is no longer trembling, no longer sounding hesitant. He sounds threatening. Sweetly, deliciously, threatening.
He swears. "Listen to what I am fucking saying."
He uses one of his big hands to push you down by your shoulder blades, forcing you to lean over your mattress with your upper body.
"Stay down and take it." He slurs into your ear, hovering over you for a moment just to pull back.
"You're a dumb girl..." Beomgyu starts, not allowing you a second to digest what he has called you yet again before he swings his flat hand back and whips it over your bare ass, striking the sensitive skin closest to your heat.
"Who lets any man fuck your throat..." He continues, hitting the same spot again. His other hand holds down your lower back as you whine and squirm under the pain.
"As long as they remind you of your best friend?" Finishing his question with one hard slap against your dripping pussy. The sharp, wet smack sends bolts of pleasure up your body, leaving your thighs shaking in want.
The fact that he is practically competing with himself leaves you confused and turned on at the same time. He's trying to make you question his identity, apparently not even realizing that no one else but him has had this conversation with you. Oddly, your heart swells; something must be seriously wrong with you for finding this cute right now. You are still welcoming this possessive side, though. You edge him on by wiggling your hips side to side, wanting more, more of whatever he is going to give you.
Beomgyu lets out a low groan again, using both hands to spread your butt cheeks, one thumb rolling down the side of your folds.
"I want him so badly..." You whimper, feeling your own eyes roll slightly inside your skull, feeling him tease the thin strip of skin between your two holes with the same digit. You admit it, to him and to yourself as well. "I want no one but him."
A moment of silence falls over you, yet again, leaving you wringing in this uncomfortable need as his movements halt. You can feel your slick running down your thighs.
"Say that again." He demands.
"I want Beomgyu-oppa." You specify in a sickly sweet tone that'd normally embarrass you, clenching your hole desperately.
"Again." He growls, one hand leaving your body cold, just one toying with the opening of your heat.
"Oppa, please fuck me!" You whine, tired of the game, just eager to feel this huge cock against your cervix.
He pushes you up by your hips, physically urging you to fully climb onto the bed. You immediately scurry on top of the mattress, spreading your legs like a bitch in heat, presenting everything you've got.
You hear him rustling, followed by one singular thud against your bedroom carpet, as he speaks up one last time. He stresses. "Keep your eyes closed." You make a noise of agreement, as you feel his pointed tongue explore the exposed inner folds of your cunt.
You moan, shamelessly, rubbing your lower body against his face. He holds you close by your hips, the tip of his big nose dipping inside you just the tiniest bit. His lips find your clit, taking it just between them to suck at the bundle of nerves. You feel him vibrate against your sensitive bits every time you cry louder for him, his thumb back at its antics as it circles your anus. He lets go of your protesting body just a moment to take one, audibly, big breath before diving straight back in.
"You have no idea how long I have been wanting to do this." He slurs against your aching heat, squeezing your thighs around his cheeks to close the last remaining distance between the two of you. This time, he tortures you with his flattened tongue, rubbing it up and down your puffy pussy. It doesn't take more than a few more laps of his greedy, slick muscle until you shake against his mouth and cramp around his head. You orgasm all over his face, hole gushing around his nose, burying your own into your bed sheet.
You breathe hard, barely gathering yourself before finally feeling the fat tip of his dick against your entrance. One hand on your hip, the other placed next to your waist, allowing you to feel the looming presence of his body over your submissively hunched form.
"Since my pretty girl asked so nicely..." He mumbles, dragging his length through the wetness between your legs, whimpering every time he dips in tauntingly.
His sweet noises you can finally hear clearly, the soft rubbing against your almost overly stimulated heat, the cottony feeling inside your brain almost seriously made you grow dumb. But cold, sick clarity washes over you just before you allow him to bury himself entirely.
You whimper, almost too weak to confess. "I am not on birth control." Offended by your own words, you whine, shaking against his hips as you roll your own back. "Oppa, do you have a condom?"
The hand that has kept you steady by the plush of your hip, that one hand that seems to hate leaving that spot, digs deeper into your skin. He clears his throat.
"No, I don't." He admits.
Another round of silence, as you try to use the last remaining shreds of cognition you must have left to come up with a solution. You turn your head to the side, not looking at him as promised, just trying to catch some clearer air.
You almost choke on it, though, as you feel him push inside.
His girth stretches the tight muscle, his upper body almost lying down on top of yours, trapping you under him as he carefully begins to bottom out. His warm lips close to your ears, whisper. "I'll pull out in time, okay baby?" Your wet walls expand as much as they can without barely any preparation, a sting travelling down your thighs. Tears form inside your waterline as you try to relax your core for him. He coos. "It'll be okay..." You're unsure if he's all the way inside; you didn't feel his balls slap against your heat yet, but he has started to slowly rock back and forth. Beomgyu places open-mouth kisses up your neck, back to your ear, nibbling at the thin skin behind it. He questions with a soft voice. "You're only mine; it shouldn't be a problem if I fucked you raw, mh?"
His deep yet cute voice, with this teeny-tiny lisp, is too die for.
You shake your head, eyes obediently closed. You confirm, stomach tingling in anticipation, pain turning into pleasure. "I'm yours, only yours."
One more cautious thrust, and you finally feel his heavy sack jiggle against your pelvis. With his mouth so close to your ear, he fails to hide the quiet moans spilling out of his throat as he begins to snap his hip into yours, finally increasing his speed. His veins rub against your gummy walls, leaving no space.
If his dizzying size wasn't enough to see stars, he keeps on babbling on, growing even more pussy drunk than he already seemed to be.
Beomgyu confesses. "I liked you all this god damn time, baby." He raises one leg, wrapping it around your hip and thrusting into you with a bit of an angle, ultimately whining right into your neck as he buries his face in it.
Your best friend, as of yesterday, continues. "I have been fucking my fist every night, imagining this delicious pussy." His long brunette hair tickles your face.
You don't understand everything he is mumbling against your skin, but you guess it's all in the same vein. He groans. "You have been mine all this time. You realized this, right?" Beomgyu increases his speed, rewarding you despite your yelping with a few more kisses. "Your cute body is made for me. My sexy girl."
In one swift motion, too quick for your foggy brain to comprehend, Beomgyu pulls out and turns you around, making you lie on your back. Each hand pushes one respective knee towards your chest, forcing you into the mating press position as his fat cock rams into you relentlessly. Your moan, another bolt of hurt shooting through your cunt, this time up your belly, mixing with the growing arousal.
The surprise makes you rip your eyes open. You can see his face. His pretty face, contorted into a huge, lustful grin, hazy eyes flickering over your nude body, sweaty bangs framing his cheekbones.
You moan at the sight, the throbbing in your muscle quickly replaced by a needy tingle.
You are more than just aroused that it's Beomgyu, your former best friend, fucking any sense out of you; you are so glad he finally found the courage to.
After a moment of sensual eye contact, indulging in each other's faces, he picks his speedy, rough rhythm right back up, leaning back over you yet again. Your hard nipples rub against the soft fabric of his shirt every time he thrusts into you. Beomgyu's pulsating tip bullies your g-spot just to slip right past it, kissing your cervix. The hollow agony deep inside your body pleases you in a way you have never felt before.
His expression grows serious at his next admission, furrowing his deep-set, thick brows. "I hated how all the guys looked at you during the game." You raise your arms, wrapping them around his neck to pull him closer, lips faintly touching as he continues his next sentence. "As if you were a piece of meat." One of his hands reaches up to cup your cheeks, lifting your chin unbelievably nearer. "Only I get to have you like that."
With one stern tug, you finally close the distance, pressing your lips onto his plump ones with a desperate, needy whine.
His hips stutter against yours, an airy wince escaping his throat as he hastily pulls his cock out, barely in time. His heavy dick falls on top of your pelvis, spurting angrily hot ropes of milky cum up your stomach, even painting your tits in white.
He breathes heavily, obviously flustered at his rather quick and sudden orgasm. You, too, are catching your breath, wriggling your hips at the sudden hollow feeling. Beomgyu lets go of you as you let your own arms fall to the side, collapsing next to you, rolling onto his back as well.
You finally stretch your legs, groaning as you feel the blood rush back into your feet.
Beomgyu chuckles at you, the first to break the comfortable silence. "I heard you like it a bit on the rougher side." You both simultaneously turn your heads to cross eyes, affection swimming in his. He continues, his hesitancy returning. "I hope it wasn't too much."
You smile at him. One of those that light up your entire face, making your eyes crinkle. You respond, leaning into his side comfortably. "Oppa, that was the hottest thing that has ever happened to me, in my entire life." You kiss him a second time. A quick, soft peck before you add. "I like to have soft, romantic sex with my boyfriend as well, though."
You can't even describe the noise of joy that leaves his lungs before he tackles your bare body and stains his sweaty and drenched clothes with his own cum.
alright, i'll be the one to say it. ao3 and tumblr becoming "mainstream" did so much damage to the community and the writers. i have seen loads of videos and posts about:
1. people hating on writers and fics. writing is something we do for free and for fun. if you stumble upon a fanfic that isn't necessarily your cup of tea or you just don't like, scroll. dont read it. literally leave their page. you don't know if this could be the author's first work that they're so excited about, you dont know if the language they're writing in isn't their first language, you dont know that the writer could be a literal teen and loads of other reasons. fanfictions don't HAVE to be perfect. you write what you want to write because we do it for fun and enjoyment and we want to share that to the world. seriously, what is the wrong with that?..
2. x reader consumers getting WAY too entitled. the number of tiktoks i've seen that say "i run a strict program when it comes to reading fanfics." girl you aint running shit. this is FAN FICTION you're reading. F A N F I C T I O N. there is no denying that most fanfiction writes are beyond talented but just because you read one fanfic that exceeds your expectations doesn't give you the right to talk down on others that don't. people have their own personal writing style, their way of doing things and you talking shit on that isn't right.
at the end of the day, we are all humans, reading and writing is what we do and what we're meant to do. and for you to talk shit about a person WRITING is so insane. we are humans. not some robots that you can tell what to do so you can consume it.
i've seen so so many authors take down their fanfics and losing all motivation to write because of a hate comment. DONT LIKE DONT READ‼️
and to every author reading this, this community values your work and your contribution. we love u and, please, never let anyone's negative words have an effect on you.
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