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finding your account felt like finding a secret underrated gem.. 😭 i swear your writing deserves so much more love

JUST LOGGED IN AGAIN THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE THANK U !!!!!!!! picking up my notes app again as we speak this was the motivation that i needed <<33

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pool beomgyu x fem reader fic #yay

hello everynyan. uhhh plot is it’s your big birthday weekend with all your friends but beomgyu wants u BAD!!!

solo masturbation, perv!gyu, alcohol mention, no protection!!!!!! reader on top :3

also i feel like potentially part 2 is in order… idk we shall see …….

The last few weeks leading up to the d-day for your birthday trip has been hell on earth for Beomgyu. What was supposed to be an exciting weekend away with friends (and trust he was excited…….in a certain way) had Beomgyu lost in his own head. And now, on the morning of the trip, he’s glued to his phone. He couldn’t look at the photos of the airbnb via the screenshots you had sent to the chat enough times.

Each room was decorated with eclectic furniture, with full length windows looking out onto the wilderness. It had beige wood panel floors and carpets of all different shapes, sizes, and colors. He had looked at review after review, photo after photo, ingraining the floor plan in his head. Although it had never formally been discussed in the group chat, he had already allocated what groups of your friends would probably go in which rooms, doing the math of bed-to-person ratio more times than he could count. He had deducted that you would probably like one of the two rooms on the second floor, up the large wooden staircase the circled up the ground floor. “Your” room faced where the sun rises, the photo on the airbnb website showcasing the warm morning light that flooded into the room. It had a bed tucked in the corner with a small nightstand next to it. It even had an en-suite, which he figured your friends would let you have, it’s your celebration after all. The ceiling sloped with the roof, making it space seem even more comfy and cozy. The second and only other room on that floor he had mentally allocated to himself. He had convinced himself if was solely due to the power of deduction, but maybe it was something more.

The main thing everyone was excited about however were the lights. Each room had personalizable led lights, which for a massive party in the middle of the woods was very exciting. Even the pool outside had color changing lights, you had pointed out earlier.

And don’t get Beomgyu started on the pool.

The pool was an oval shape, with a jacuzzi uptop, water-falling into colder water beneath. The circular jacuzzi had a stone ridge surrounding its circumference, acting as a seat for a few people. The airbnb website even had videos of the lights working their magic in the pool itself. He couldn’t help but start shamelessly palming himself whenever he thought about seeing you all wet like that by the pool. He could barely handle it when you sent him your outfit choices for the weekend, gawking at his phone at how all the dresses you showed him hugged you at all his favorite places. So when he thought about what you might wear to a pool? It made his head spin. A one piece? A two piece? What if you had a cute cover up? What would the colors be like?

He could never think about this without touching himself. It would start with the usual palming, and then it would just hurt. The wet spot through his sweatpants grew as he played with his own waistband, imagining it was you. He gasped as he let his own length spring free and slap on his stomach. He always felt guilty, sinful, perverted, even, moaning your name under his hot breath as he starts to stroke himself. With every swirl of his thumb around his slit he imagine your own mouth and tongue on himself. He let out increasingly loud whimpers as his free hand snakes up to his own throat. “Please…. please .. pl..ease……” is all he can let out as he naturally bucks his hips up towards the air, picking up the pace. He imagines you in every color by the pool, bright colored led lights illuminating your curves as you dance to whatever music is playing.

It always takes Beomgyu by surprise just how quick he can cum thinking of you. Yelping out incoherent nonsense he always overstimulates himself, with tears welling up in his eyes squeezed shut, spilling white and silk loads on his soft stomach. He always feels a sort of existential dread afterwards, though. Would you hate him if you found out he’s utterly head over heels for you? He’s been your friend long enough to know your favorite flower, your coffee order, what side you sleep on when you’re drunk, and it drives him crazy. Dick in hand, chest heaving up and down, he’s lost in his own thoughts again.

Ding

He whipped his head to look at his phone, noticing your profile picture in the notifications instantly.

Even your innocent text to remind him that “today’s the day!!!!!!” made his stomach churn. He looks at his small packed duffel bag and backpack on the floor and nearly jolts and the realization of it all sinking in. He had agreed to help you scope out the place before any of your friends got there, and he feels knots form in his chest. Just you. Just him. In a massive vacation home in the middle of nowhere. What could really go wrong?

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You had been at the airbnb practically since the check in opened. Although you said you’d do it with Beomgyu, there was no harm in doing a little exploring yourself.

You had also done the same thing as Beomgyu, allocating rooms mentally for your friends. You had liked one room for yourself in particular. It was on the second floor, and faced where the sun rises. It had a plush bed tucked in the corner, with the ceiling sloping with the roof shape. You weren’t sure if your mentally allocated room for Beomgyu being the only other room on the second floor was intentional or not, but you tried to not give it too much thought.

You sprawled yourself across the bed you had now claimed for the weekend, looking out the window down onto the pool. You had been pretty indecisive these past few weeks about which bikini set to pack for the weekend, so you had a few options neatly folded in your bag. With each set you had tried on yourself, you caught yourself caring a little too much about how to tie the halter, how you should let the bottom strings sit on your hips. Who really cares that much anyway? You kept on trying to convince yourself. It was just a friend trip after all. With friends. So why did you have Beomgyu on your mind when searching through the different types and colors? And why the hell did you catch your mind wandering when comparing each of them? “Just in case”?

You scoff as you sit up on the bed, shaking your head as a feeble attempt to shake the looming thoughts and desires away too, but to no avail. You eye your small suitcase you had parked in the corner of the room. You should really decide which one you’re going to wear before Beomgyu else gets here, not to mention everyone else. There was a large antique mirror propped in the corner of the room adjacent to the window, perfect.

Maybe you forgot that it was 11:30, and Beomgyu had agreed to arrive at twelve. Maybe you forgot that your new bedroom for the weekend faced the back entrance of the house, where you agreed to let Beomgyu park his car and meet you at. Maybe you didn’t forget at all, you weren’t too sure.

You began laying out the few options you had packed across the bed, peering at them as if to give each piece an individual interrogation. You strip yourself of your comfy clothes you were in, and the thoughts hound your brain again as you try your first option on. How easy it would be if you had Beomgyu to tie the back for you. How Beomgyu’s hands would feel so soft against your back, asking if it’s too tight or not. Does Beomgyu like red? Or would he prefer something else? Does Beomgyu like halter tops or the standard two straps? Does he like patterns?

You bury your face in your hands and let out an exasperated sigh. “Friend trip. This is a friend trip. With your friends.” you whisper to yourself as some sort of verbal affirmation. It doesn’t work too well, again. You turn around to peek at yourself from behind. You wonder if Beomgyu would pay more attention to your ass or your tits, maybe both? It’s definitely a thing for red to make people look more attractive, right?

You can barely stand your own thoughts. You’ve had fleeting ideas before, but never this extensively. You ruffle your own hair as you go to the bed to pick out a brown one. It wasn’t your first choice, and it wasn’t even next in the lineup to try on. But you can’t stop thinking about Beomgyu, and if you were honest with yourself you thought of him when you picked this one out too. The teddy bear brown, the gold clasp in the front drawing attention to where you wanted him to look, the bottoms that were tied as bows on both sides, it was the perfect contender.

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Thank god this house was in the middle of the woods.

Beomgyu knew he had agreed on noon, but he ended up leaving earlier “just in case of traffic”. So there he was, 11:45 in the afternoon, mouth gaping open as he watches you in the very room he had picked out for you, looking at yourself in a brown two piece.

Brown.

“Oh fuck” is all Beomgyu can whimper out as he looks down at his erection that had sprung aggressively quick.

He can’t call you now, not with the obvious tent in his sweatpants. But there is no way he could pleasure himself, not with you right there. That and the guilt looming over him that he had just relieved himself before he left. He goes through the options in his head. He even tries batting is erection downwards, wincing in pain.

Beomgyu finally comes up with an action plan. He had a backpack and a duffel bag filled with alcohol and hangover snacks, so he’d just swing the duffel bag over his erection. Maybe he’d calm down and just be normal when you both got talking and setting up. He fishes his phone out of his pocket, massaging himself to try to relive the pain. He can’t help but sneak one more look at you before dialing. The sight of you adjusting the strings to sit on your waist instead of his hips made him let out a pathetic mewl in his car.

This is ridiculous, he thinks as he presses the dial button. He watches you pause, and then reach over to pick up your phone from the bed. He can’t remember what he said. He can’t remember what you said.

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Somehow, the duffel bag plan worked. You excitedly show him around the house, and eventually show him upstairs. You say something about an excuse of him “liking peace and quiet” as to why he should choose the bedroom next to yours, and he does.

You can’t put your finger on it, but for some reason his eyes are really intense today. It’s like he’s studying your entire face, and you shamelessly feel yourself acting nervous. You even find yourself giving him a few more friendly touches than usual, grabbing his hand to pull him up the stairs, slapping his shoulder and letting your hand linger for a little bit. The heat that pools in your stomach isn’t foreign, but with him stood across from you, looking at you with his doe eyes, responding with “mmm”s and “aaah”s, it feels burning hot.

You had set up the entire house, stocked the fridge, even put signs on the rooms for your friends so there was no fighting, so you weren’t sure why you felt more excited than sad that there was a mechanical issue with the plane your friends were scheduled to fly on and god knows how long until they would even board a new one.

You didn’t really know who had brought up the idea of opening “just one drink”, but now you were well over a few in both of your systems. You fumble with the remote to control the led lights, excited to see them light up in the now-dark house. Beomgyu’s hot, drunk breath on your neck trying to help you figure out the settings makes your hairs stand up. You’re both incoherently giggling, stumbling into each other. His hand snakes around your waist when you both finally figure out where the “on” button is.

You have the brown bikini on.

You feel him drunkenly twiddling with the ends of the bows as you lean back further into him.

“Pool!” your turned around and face him.

“There’s lights in the pool, let’s try those!”

“But I don’t— I’m not— I don’t have— it’s in my—“ Beomgyu stumbles a little, holding onto your shoulders to stabilize himself.

“It doesn’t matter, I just want to see how they look!”

You know that’s a blatant lie, but you can still somewhat convince yourself you have innocent intentions.

The outside looks even more beautiful at night. There’s fairy lights decorating the exterior, and the pool is already dimly glowing from the automatic lights around it. All you can hear is the splashes of the jacuzzi water-falling down onto the main pool, and the hum of crickets. The trees are more peaceful than looming, leaves rustling with the faint wind. The led lights in the pool were the same color as inside, a mix of red, purple, and pink. The colors dances around the water.

The both of you, once giggling amongst yourselves, fall silent. It’s so lovely and secluded, it’s like you were two dots in a tiny corner of the world, The night sky is visible with low pollution, and the stars twinkle above you.

Beomgyu doesn’t notice you walk to the jacuzzi and stick a hand in.

“Oh my god it’s so warm!” you say, beckoning him over. He shoves his hands in his pockets again, suddenly grasping the reality of the situation, trying to air out his sweatpants.

“Should I get my— I packed—“

“No it’s fine, there’s no one here anyway”

He jolted at the suggestion. No one here…..

It’s like you saw him hesitate.

“You can if you want, Beomgyu. But it’s just me.”

“I just— hold on.” He darts back inside, leaving you with one hand dipped in the jacuzzi.

Thankfully you don’t take it too personally. You’re drunk, and just assume it’s Beomgyu being Beomgyu. He’s weird sometimes with things like this. You’re so close…. so why does he act so nervous sometimes? You shrug the thought off after a little while, stripping down to your bikini set yourself. You fold your pants neatly and put them on the side table nearby. You’re about to take your shirt off when you hear the sliding door open again.

He’s just wearing normal black bottoms, so you wonder why he was so weird about it before.

His skin somehow still glowed in the darkness, and it looked so soft. His arms were toned and curved, and his soft stomach fit his gentle demeanor. His hair was ruffled at the top, and you swore you could even see a bit of blush on his cheeks. You weren’t sure from what though, but it was cute nevertheless.

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The moment Beomgyu opened the sliding door and saw you about to take your top off, he was convinced he was about to splurge right there and then. Your thighs were even more plush in person, and the backside made his eyes nearly bulge out of his skull. He lets out a small breath instead of a “hi”, soft enough for only him to hear. He thinks back to all the times he’s touched himself because of you. All the times he’s moaned your name while imagining you, in a swimsuit, by the pool, with him. And now you’re stood before him. in a swimsuit, by the pool, with him. Him and only him.

“Did you feel the water?!” Your exclamation snaps him out of his daze.

Beomgyu shakes his head meekly and sits on the edge of the pool, swinging his legs across to sink them into the warm water. He looks behind his shoulder to see you pull your shirt over your head, and he grips onto the edges of the pool. Beomgyu thought you’d kill him if he ever told you how much he loves tits. Your tits. He’s imagined one too many times how his hands would cup around them, how his lips and tongue would feel planting kisses on your skin and sucking softly. His jaw drops a little too much for his own good, looking you up and down, his mouth ajar.

You can’t help but laugh at him after a little while, getting into the jacuzzi yourself.

He sinks down with you, his gaze never leaving you. He doesn’t say much, and there’s not much he could say to sound normal. You can’t help but blush and look away from him. His gaze is more intense than before, and you almost wish he would just say something.

“What?” you grab his shoulder and shake him a little.

“You’re— you…..” Beomgyu trails off. He tucks a piece of your hair behind his ear, and it seems like his eyes can’t decide whether they want to settle on your eyes or your lips.

You can’t help but stare at him dumbfounded, lips inadvertently parting themselves. Now your eyes can’t decide where to settle on his face, and you reach up to cup his face. He leans into your palm, pouting his lips and letting out a small whine. You move your other hand to rest on his neck, and this time he lets out a louder whine.

“Is this okay?” is all you can say. The answer is obviously yes, and it’s a redundant question, but you want him to say something, do something, touch you.

He only melts into your palm even more, and looks up at you with drunken hooded eyes. His hand suddenly tugs at your waist, and you follow his motions until you’re completely straddling him.

You both let out moans as you sink yourself into his throbbing hard-on.

It’s unclear who snapped first, but in a moments time both your lips were crashed onto each other’s. Ages of raw, pent up emotion was evident in the way his tongue ravaged your mouth, his hands immediately guiding your ass up and down on him. With each thrust of his hips you clench around nothing, the pain causing you to whine in his mouth. It’s like he reads your mind, and starts slowly pulling on the bows at your hips. When he undoes one side, he grazes his hand from the side of your thigh all the way up to the front of your chest. Your ass in one hand, tit in the other, and your tongue in his mouth was just abut sending him overboard. He was a puddle of moans and whines, his hand on your ass getting increasingly more rough with the amount of pressure he was using to push you down on him.

He pulls away and you know it’s to ask if he can fully undo your bottoms, but there was no space for that conversation. Quickly pulling at the string yourself and pulling the bottom out from underneath you you just giggle and quietly say “Shut up”, before wrapping your hands around the back of his neck and pulling him in again, earning a loud moan and tremble from Beomgyu. Both his hands find their place underneath you again, spreading you apart. You feel you entrance flutter with each pull and subsequent grind. You arch your back and bury your face in his chest, giving him nips and kisses all the way up to his neck.

He gets the hint, and ghosts his fingers across your folds, rubbing your clit as you collapse onto him. Like a puppy getting a gold star, he uses his other hand to draw circles around your entrance, feeling how lubricated you are. Painfully slow, he insets his index finger, curving it just right to match your shape perfectly. Feeling you clench around him, he slowly inserts another finger and starts pumping in and out. You’d think he’s the one getting fingered from the lewd noises that escaped his mouth.

Something about hearing the water splash against both your bodes as you melted onto him, seeing your pretty skin and hair dripping wet, feeling the condensation rise on himself, it was getting harder and harder for him to hold back.

It was getting harder for you to hold back as well, chasing your release feeling his knuckles move in and out of you. He felt big underneath you, and you weren’t sure if that scared you or turned you on, maybe a little bit of both. The thought of him stretching you out completely, bottoming out as he fills you up entirely made your legs feel like jelly above him.

“I need— please—“ is all you can make out.

He gets the gist, and gently pulls his fingers out of you. He doesn’t stop rubbing your clit with the other and he uses his free hand to spring himself free. Even underwater you hear the muffled sound of his cock hitting his stomach, and your legs preemptively start shaking as you go to straddle him once more. He moves his hands up and down your hips, eventually hooking them underneath you and spreading you apart. You grind your heat over his length, and it surprises you how even underwater you can feel the ridges on his dick. You grip onto his shoulders as you hear his low groan rumble against your mouth. You can feel how sensitive his tip is, you swear you can feel his pounding heartbeat on your clit when you rub against him.

He lets out a soft “fuck” before starting to line himself up with you, guiding his dick to you with one hand and squeezing your ass in the other. It takes everything in him not to sink you onto him with one full motion.

“Relaxxxxx” he coos into your mouth as he feels you tighten around him. You nod and do your best to steady your breathing as he moans pleasures at you inch by inch until he completely bottoms out. You wiggle yourself on top of him to adjust to his full size.

Both of his hands now cup you from underneath again as he asks “Can I move?”

You nod as he slowly takes himself out until his tip is only thing inside and guides you back down again. It’s a slow pace, but that didn’t make it less enjoyable. You felt his cock twitch with each time he bottomed out. He gently kisses you, much different that before, using his tongue to lick at your bottom lip and telling you breathlessly how good you feel, how perfect he fits inside of you, how you look so pretty while taking him.

It turns him on when he hears the slapping sounds amplified underwater, and can’t help but guide you a little faster, a little rougher, a little more filled with lust. It’s a vicious cycle, the louder your noises get the faster he goes. His cock never falls out not once, he keeps a steady grip on you , making sure to lower you all the way and come up just the right amount before slamming you back down on him again.

And you can’t help but tell him how good he feels too. He’s curved to hit your sweet spot and his moans and growls are like music to your ears. He’s a mess of curses incoherent praises as you can tell he’s reaching his peak. He’s begging to cum inside of you, “please I’ll do anything, please let me cum”, as if you didn’t want him to fill you up entirely with his warmth. He starts moaning your name as his hands claw on your back, clearly waiting for permission from you.

“Together” is all you can make out as the sheer state that Beomgyu was in was enough for send you over the edge yourself. He mixes curses with hisses as he shoves himself somehow further inside of you as you feel his warmth fill you, and you collapse on his shoulder as you feel yourself completely let loose on top of him.

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Hi

hi!!!!!! :]

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RecordStoreWorker!BeomKai x fem!reader

w/c: 5.9k

etc: both sub but beomgyu gets a little bossy, unprotected, lots of whining (!!!!!), cuck chair mention, a little bit of bad!gyu and good!hueka, oral stuff, alcohol x weed mention, creampies, lots of 80s music mention hehe, some more probably idk i went a little crazy

a/n: open to a part 2 mayhaps ….. :3 ?

“Record stores around me”

You’d somehow scored a fully functional top-end turntable at your local thrift store. It had a dark shiny wooden base, with the platter, tonearm, and stylus in pristine condition. You’d never been into records too much, sure they were cool, but you didn’t know too much past that. It sat perfectly at the center of a side table that has previously been used for not much of anything. It glistened in the sunlight as you were overwhelmed by your list of options.

“Part Time Lover ★4.5 13.3 miles away.”

It wasn’t the closest option, but it was the most intriguing out of the bunch. Situated in the center of downtown it was easy to miss if not for the old-style red and yellow LED lights above its entrance. There were no visible windows, only a tiny peephole in the door. There was little to no information on their actual website, just raving reviews from a surprising amount of locals. You couldn’t put your finger on why it was as intriguing as it was, but you didn’t think too much of it.

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After a 20 minute drive and a battle for parking, you arrive at the front entrance. It felt daunting for some reason. Should you know more about records, what if you get asked questions? You dumbly stand outside the door for much longer than originally intended and start to overthink.

Are they even open?

It was impossible to tell with there being no windows and a small, grey, bleak door standing before you. You whip out your phone to do a quick double check when the door swings open.

A tall man donned in a worn leather jacket and loose black trousers steps out. His hair is shaggy over his eyes, and he’s half shouting to another person in the shop as he fumbles with some rolling paper in his hands. One of his boots props the door open as he’s basically walking sideways, trying to calm his coworker down, telling them to chill out and that nobody will come in and that he would just be five minutes.

He was cute. Very cute. A little too cute for your already racing mind.

He notices you too, his eyes growing wide as he fumbles with the rolling paper some more, dropping half of what he had packed into it on the concrete.

He wore a loose white button up with an even looser black tie. He had black over-ear headphones wrapped around his neck, with music blaring from them. His brown eyes stared at you blankly, it seemed like someone had pressed the pause button on his personal remote control. The only things that were moving were his fluttering eyelashes and the straps on his jacket.

“Are you…open?” you manage to squeak out after what seems like eons of you two staring at each other.

“Yeah! I— um— Yes!” he retorts, and holds the door open for you, the flower once in the flimsy rolling paper now blowing across the concrete with the wind.

You meekly step in the store, wanting to shoot yourself after that awkward encounter with the cutest boy you’d ever seen in your whole life. You almost forgot he was talking with someone inside and let out a deep breath.

It was a bigger space than you had expected. The store had welcoming and warm dim orange lighting inside, much different from the stark outside where you had just come from. Every music genre label describing the vinyls was impressively hand drawn. From common genres such as “Pop” to more niche ones like “Heavy Future Groove”, it seemed to have every genre you could think of. There was a plush red sofa in the back corner with a matching red chair serving as a makeshift listening lounge. There was a turntable similar to yours with a a few headphones attached. Every piece of decor was record-themed, from the wall art to even funky lights scattered across the store.

“Hey, do you need any help?”

Despite the sudden reminder that you weren’t alone making you jump a little bit, the voice was warm and soothing.

Your eyes dart to the cash register, when an even taller man stood.

This is ridiculous. It must be a requirement to be the cutest person ever to work in this shop.

This man, who had a name badge “Kai” adorned with cute stickers, wore a dark blue denim jacket and a plain white shirt, that fit him very well. He had a mini-mullet for sorts, the ends of his hair sticking out in all different directions from the back. He had wire glasses framed that sat a little crooked on his face. It was cute.

He had a clueless look to him, almost like a deer in headlights. You weren’t sure why. Surely this was just his job.

“Do you have any suggestions?”

Maybe that was the dumbest question in the world sure, but you genuinely couldn’t help yourself. You couldn’t bear to form a single coherent thought. You couldn’t even think of a single genre, despite being surrounded by hundreds of them.

“Hmmm….” he looks lost in thought as he squeezes his eyes shut for just a second. His nose scrunches up like a puppy about to sneeze. Your notice a mole on his nose and on the corner of his left eye, and you’re ashamed at how fast your heart is beating noticing every little detail. “…is there anything you don’t like?” he finally finishes.

You shake your head.

He steps down from the register and leads you towards a few columns of albums labeled “Post-punk”.

“I keep on repeating this song right now—Bizarre Love Triangle—we should have the whole record here, it’s their most popular album.”

God, his voice was like honey. It slid off his tongue and entangled itself in your eardrums. You watched as his fingers delicately flicked through each album, lips pursing with each column not giving him what he wants.

Kai smells citrusy and bright, you can’t help but notice your face heat up as he towers over you.

He makes soft and frustrated “mmmm” sounds as his efforts to find the record fail to succeed as his shoulders fall.

Flick flick flick…… pause.

“Okay this isn’t what I mentioned, but I really like this one too!”

Kai holds up a record. It doesn’t have a name on it, just a small rectangle of horizontal white squiggly lines forming mountaintops with a black background.

“This is Unknown Pleasures by Joy Division. They’re not exactly New Order, but super closely related! Three out of four members of Joy Division are in New Order so, I think you’ll really like this. It’s like a backstory!”

His brown eyes gleam as he continues to explain the sounds and noises the album holds, and he hands the album over to you.

He pulls a crumpled notepad out of his pocket and scribbles something on it.

“Here, I mentioned New order because I wanted to show you their stuff. I’ve written the name and album down for you as well as the store number. Well— not really the store number. It’s my number but only because our phone is broken right now because someone spilled coffee all over the wires, and so we’re just using mine for now.”

He’s talking a mile a minute.

“Our listening lounge is just over there, you’re more than welcome to have a listen to Joy Division, let me show you!”

Kai leads you to the red sofas and turntable. The black headphones connected were the same ones around Kai’s coworkers outside.

“Um— so the turntables are automatic so don’t worry about fidgeting with them too much. I really recommend Shadowplay so that’s…..”

He trails off and leans over to you and flips the album over in your hands to reveal a track list. You weren’t sure if it was because your hands were already sweaty from being nervous, but his hands seemed so warm. His fingertips trailed down the back of the album.

“Track seven!”

You looked up at him lost. You knew next to nothing about vinyls and here you were, in a record store, sweating trying to figure out what the hell an automatic turntable could mean.

He’s rambling some speech that you can’t quite concentrate on because what the hell does an automatic turntable mean?

“Can you— I’m sorry— can you um— show me?”

He whole body seemed to light up and he crouches down to your height excitedly

“Yes! Can I listen with you please? Beomgyu should be—“

The door swings open. The same man you were met with outside strolls, or rather stumbles, in.

Kai straightens up.

“Beomgyu there’s— there’s literally— why—“

“So, taking her record virginity or something?”

Kai’s neck flexes, and a vein on the side pops out.

“No— I— well—she—“

Beomgyu walks towards you both. Despite smoking, Beomgyu still smells floral, almost girly, which is in stark difference to his look. He raises his pierced eyebrow.

“I haven’t listened to this in agesssssss, can I listen too?” Beomgyu beckons to the third set of headphones, and you swear that Kai looks a little defeated.

“Beomgyu we’re still open, it’s…..”

He trails off as he tries to look for a clock somewhere on the walls.

“5:03, officially closed for the day. So can i listen?” Beomgyu’s eyes have a similar gleam that Kai’s do, just a little more mischievous. “Come on, you can share, can’t you?”

“Wait, you’re closed? I’m so sorry I’ll—“

Kai hastily grabs your wrist as you go to stand up.

“No—stay.”

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Not even a day passes. You listen to the whole New Order album that Kai jotted down on that piece of paper on repeat. You don’t want to be a creep or anything, but Kai was so cute when he got so excited about the album, and you can’t help but think about how cute he’ll be when he gets to talk about it some more.

You had little to no recollection of Kai and Beomgyu showing you Joy Division. Their eyes practically tore you open.

Kai’s hands were delicate and welcoming. The way he placed the headphones on your ears, the way he waved you goodbye solemnly, how could he be so big but so gentle?

Beomgyu on the other hand was a force to be reckoned with. He was quick, witty, adding fire to gasoline. His laugh was sweet, though. Whatever stupid joke he made, was always followed by the sweetest and loveliest laugh.

He had also given you a “shop number”, a different one from the one Kai had given you.

You had gone back and forth with both of them separately, their enthusiasm and passion for music burning through the screen. Spotify links turned into spotify playlists, and with that each of their personalities shone. There was one thing in common though:

They were loverboys.

Each song on their respective playlists reeked with pain and yearning. Though the genres differing, the theme stayed constant. The music that they shared with you proved to be their love language. Each strum of the bass in the background, the snap of the snare, the lyrics pining for an unnamed person made your heart seize up.

It was worse when you thought of them while listening to the songs.

You had shown them both a picture of the turntable you managed to score all those weeks ago at the thrift store. Beomgyu had begged you to bring it over to the shop. Kai started rambling about the specs and how you “couldn’t risk a bumpy car ride”. As a compromise, you had invited the both of them over for a little listening party since they were so elated. You had instructed the both of them to bring a few records of their choice, and some booze of their choice as it was coincidently your days off tomorrow— Part Time Lover was only open 5 days a week.

It should be fun, what could go wrong?

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“Dare”, Beomgyu said.

“Kiss someone!”, Kai said, a little too eagerly.

Casual drinks turned into tequila shots and truth or dare, Beomgyu’s idea. Kai has been swaying in between you and Beomgyu. Normal ‘friend’ boundaries were long-gone, liquid confidence surging through all three of you.

Beomgyu sits up straight from his slouched position on the sofa.

“Alright, rock paper scissor for it then. Best of three.”

You and Kai both sat up straight in response. Your eyes had been lingering for too long on Beomgyu’s lips all night. They were plump and pink, pursed into tiny smiles or pathetic pouts. They glistened in the dim light whenever he smiled. A warmth pooled in your lower stomach just thinking about it.

“On ‘three’ or on ‘go’?” Kai asks innocently as he shuffles so he’s sat more across from you on the sofa. He was whimsical when he was drunk, seeming not to have a care in the world, the gravity of him kissing Beomgyu not fully reaching his brain.

“Three.” you said, quietly. The heat in your stomach spread lower as you adjusted yourself. Your eyes flew over to Beomgyu for just a second. His mischievous smile painted his face, and though the lighting wasn’t great, you swore you saw a tint of red in his cheeks.

The first round finishes before you have time to swat the thoughts away from your mind. You had chosen scissor, and Kai has chosen rock. 1 point to Kai, 0 to you.

Second round. You had chosen scissor again, your mind was short circuiting. Kai chose paper, he makes some sort of whimpering noise in response. 1 point to Kai, 1 point to you.

Breaking point. As much as you hated to admit it, at this point you really wanted to kiss Beomgyu. You felt his intense gaze on you and Kai, and the heat had spread to your inner thighs now.

Beomgyu, the yearner. The one who sent you songs daily because they reminded him of you, who walked you to your car parked outside the shop when you stayed past sunset, who had the most gorgeous big brown eyes.

You looked at Kai who was swaying across from you, tapping his feet in excitement. Fuck, have Kai’s lips always been this glossy? The way his cupids bow curved downwards on his upper lip suddenly drove you crazier than normal.

Kai, the puppy. That was the only word that described him best. The way he rambled about anything and everything, who fidgeted with his jacket buttons when he got too excited or nervous, who had the most breathtaking big brown eyes.

You almost missed Kai starting round three. You still can’t think. Rock. Kai had done paper. 2 points to Kai, 1 point to you.

You stare at your own hands for a second before the severity of the situation dawned on you. You’re snapped out of your own thoughts by Beomgyu’s voice coaxing you.

“Come here.”

He beckons to his lap with one hand, spreading his legs and leaning back. Kai watches in awe, leaning back down on the sofa to catch himself swaying. You see his adam’s apple bob in his throat, and you almost wonder if he knows what’s coming.

Your legs feel like jelly as you stand up. Sure you’ve definitely thought about kissing Beomgyu, but not like this. You wobble over to Beomgyu’s spot of the sofa, looking down on him with your legs clamped together.

“I don’t bite.” he says coolly. He softly pats his thigh, and looks up at you with those big eyes. Those big Beomgyu eyes.

“Kai is…..” you protest.

“I’m not even here! See?” Kai slaps his palms of his hands over his eyes.

So much for him backing you up.

“See? He’s not even here.” Beomgyu coos so sweetly.

He puts his hands on your hips and lightly guides you down to straddle him.

A soft “oh god” is all you can make out as you felt him grow underneath you the moment you put your full weight on him.

He looks up at you with eyes that felt heavier than before. He cocks his head as if to nonverbally ask “is this okay?”

You feel the alcohol in your system catch up to you all over again. You cup his face gently, scared to handle him any more aggressive like an ancient vase in the Lourve.

Beomgyu’s cool, calm, collected—suave—persona breaks. For the first time, you saw the Beomgyu that recommended all those retro love songs to you, the Beomgyu that wanted to be wanted.

He melts into your palms and lets out a pathetic mewl, never breaking eye contact with you. His eyes were hooded and dazed just by being held by you. Beomgyu’s hands start wandering lower than your waist, snaking underneath you. He starts rocking you back and forth on his lap, the edges of his belt and his growing heat rubbing against you in all the right ways. Beomgyu must think so too, as he only breaks eye contact with you to look down at the friction between you, his bottom lip quivering.

Your hands had fallen between his neck and his shoulders, squeezing them to hold yourself upright.

This is torture. This is hell. You can’t take it anymore.

“Kiss me.”

As if he was a needy dog obeying a command, he groans and hugs your waist to pull you forwards, his lips crashing into yours.

It’s heated, aggressive, as Beomgyu lets up weeks upon weeks of pent up emotions onto you. His hands had quickly returned to their previous position, as he sets a quicker pace than before. He guides you up, down, and onto him, pressing your aching warmth against his length.

His tongue slips into and out of you with ease, swirling with yours and leaving small puppy licks and nips on your bottom lip. You’re both panting into each other’s mouths as Beomgyu starts to move you physically up and down on him. You felt him pulsate and twitch underneath you as you lightly bounce oh him. Beomgyu palms your ass at just the right moment as you mindlessly rut along him.

It’s not that you both forgot that Kai was sitting a few feet away, it’s just that—

“Oh my god.” Kai breathes, as his free hand immediately slaps across his mouth.

You and Beomgyu take a break from each other to look at Kai. He was the definition of a hot mess. His whole face was bright red and flushed, all the way up to his ears. His chest was heaving up and down, and you saw that same vein in his neck stick out as you did all those weeks ago when you met for the first time.

He takes a free pillow and slams it on the obvious wet spot on his blue jeans.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!!! I just— you just— I think that—!” Kai barely manages to squeak out. He stops himself as your eyes meet his.

He makes a mmph sound as he buries his face in the pillow on his lap, pitifully folded over.

Beomgyu’s grip on you softens as you look at Kai with pleading eyes.

“Kai…. I want—“ your breath hitches as Beomgyu starts tracing circles on your inner thighs.

Kai ruffles his hair in front of his eyes in response. His starry eyes peek through and look at you innocently in response to your unfinished sentence.

“Show him.” Beomgyu says with an unexpected sense of urgency.

He winces as you climb off him, gasping as the pressure is relieved. The belt sat across his waist accentuates the length stuck inside the confines of his trousers.

Kai tentatively scoots closer to where you and Beomgyu are, all three of you in a dangerously close distance from each other.

Your legs are already weak as you practically collapse onto Kai, earning a yelp from him. His belt is already unbuckled, as well as his top jean button undone and his zipper pulled down. You can’t help but giggle at the sight of him, so disheveled. And the best part? You hadn’t even touched him yet.

Kai’s hips were wider than Beomgyu’s, immediately stretching your legs out as you struggle to completely straddle him. The waistband of his boxers barely contain him. His eyes darted from Beomgyu to you nervously as he perched his hands on your waist.

You push his hair out of his eyes and tuck some tufts behind his ears. You stroke his hair for a little while longer, giggling every time he loses concentration and lets out a whine.

He nuzzles his head onto your palms when you twirl his hair or scratch behind his ears, pursing his swollen lips into a pout the moment you stop.

Kai inches his face closer to yours, his doe eyes now focused on your lips.

“You’re so pretty.” is all he says before gently gluing his lips onto yours.

Kai kissed differently from Beomgyu, it was softer, more intentional. He wanted to reach every corner of your mouth, his tongue entangling itself with yours in a hot and sweaty dance.

You start rocking back and forth on him, suffering as you feel his length twitch underneath you. His kissing becomes sloppier and more erratic as his waistband fails to contain him, and his leaking tip peeks out.

He runs his warm hands across your torso. You feel his fingernails softly graze your skin as you melt completely into him. He laps up every moan from you, as his hands travel higher up to your breasts, his palms squeezing them as his hands comfortably fill their entire surface area.

Kai’s awkwardness evaporates as he fondles you. His thumbs rub soothing circles and press against you and he desperately tries to pull your top lower.

Still rutting against him, you feel his tip poke and prod at your drenched entrance, earning increasingly louder whines from you both.

He gives up on trying to pull your top down and instead shoves your entire shirt up. You help him by holding it at your collarbones as he stares you down, mouth wet with spit and agape. He wastes little time before peppering soft kisses and sucking you, his hands gripped more firmly on your waist now.

Not for long, though.

You can pinpoint the moment he lets himself free, toying at the waistband of your pants before sliding his hands into them, moaning onto your skin as his hands cup the bare skin of your ass.

You throw your head back in response, and take a quick glance over at Beomgyu.

You hadn’t noticed him undo his belt buckle to spring himself free. His brows were furrowed with a tinge of jealousy in his eyes.

“I’m— I’m sorry it— it hurt.” Beomgyu whispers pathetically, his length in one hand with his other gripping the sofa. His knuckles were white.

There was glistening precum dripping from him as he rubbed circles on his own tip, shuddering with each stroke.

Kai is still lost in his own little world, his nose scrunched against your skin and cock still peeking out.

“Beomgyu…..” you trail off.

That’s enough to snap Kai out of it.

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Kai had manhandled you into your own bedroom. He had gently placed you on the center on your bed. Him and Beomgyu towered over you, looking at you with equally dazed out looks. You felt sore as you clamped your legs together and rubbed your thighs against one another to try and ease the pain.

Beomgyu was the first to lay down next to you, Kai still standing up top, doing his deer in a headlights thing again.

Beomgyu planted kisses on your lips, your jaw, and your neck. He aimed to leave no spot unmarked as he fully pulled your shirt up over your head, leaving your chest and torso fully exposed.

He retraced his steps with his lips, meeting yours once more, and devouring your mouth. You moaned into him as your hips roll desperately into thin air

“Kai.” is all he had to say.

Kai was quick to act, hungrily pulling down your own pants before stopping and staring at the string of your own heat oozing down onto the bed. He made a noise that resembled something like a haahhhh before placing gentle hands on your inner thighs, spreading your legs apart. He then rubbed circles on your clit with one hand while teasing your entrance with two other fingers.

“You’re—hnngh!” Kai can’t even finish his own sentences, jaw dropped as he takes the sight of you in fully.

Kai’s lets his hands wrap around your legs instead. You feel his hot breath pant against you as he starts off slow. His tongue flattens against your clit, before suddenly flicking upwards and going right back down, taking in the way that you twitch and squirm for him.

His tongue darts in and out of you, with his lips pursing from time to time to suck on your wetness leaking out from you. His perfect nose rubs up and down against your clit perfectly, as you feel the bridge of his snag on it firmly.

The bump on his bridge was subtle when talking with him face to face, but not like this. Not when you felt it curve against you with every movement. You shamelessly rolled your hips upwards on his face, earning a satisfied hum from Kai against you. His tongue hooks upwards, his muscle stretching you out a surprising amount. You can’t help but shudder as you feel his hot breath travel inside of you and through your walls.

All while this was happening , you were moaning into Beomgyu’s mouth, as you start reaching for his length pathetically.

He laughs against your lips as he guides you to it. It’s firm, warm, and wet. You can’t help but sputter nonsense at him as you start stroking him, matching the velocity that Kai’s tongue is flicking inside of you.

“Oh my god…” Beomgyu’s mouth spills profanities left and right as your single hand barely grips fully around his circumference.

The noises emitting from the room were enough to make you cum right then and there but you wanted more. You needed more.

Your whines become more frantic as your hips roll desperately into Kai’s face, his fingernails now definitely leaving a mark on your hips as he tries not to cum just from eating you out.

“Not enough?” Beomgyu mocks your suffering with a sweet undertone.

Beomgyu suddenly grabs a chunk of Kai’s hair, earning a panicked yelp from him as his pretty eyelashes flutter.

“Kai, fuck her.”

Kai’s face is soaking wet and his lips are dripping. He shoves his own jeans down and you gasp at his full length.

It softly slaps against his tummy, clear fluid still dribbling out of his tip.

He pulls you to the edge of the bed, and shakily starts aligning himself with you.

“_____, oh fuck, oh fuck” is all that spews out of Kai’s mouth as he slowly slides into you, stretching you out inch by inch.

Beomgyu grabs your hand and kisses the back of it, sweetly praising you, how good you’re taking Kai. You can only squeeze Beomgyu’s hand in response, completely fucked out.

You know when Kai bottoms out completely. The noise that escapes his lips is unmistakable, and utterly lewd and nasty.

“Is this okay?” he says dumbly, sweat dripping from the tip of his nose.

“Perfect.” is all you can make out.

He does feel perfect. You feel his tip continually leaking against your walls, his length naturally curving up the exact right amount to meet your soft spot.

He makes sweet hmms and aahhhs as he navigates fucking you.

“tight….” Kai barely breathes out, slowly thrusting his hips shallowly as you swallow him completely.

This comment earns a moan from Beomgyu, louder than he had intended. His eyes longingly lock with yours. You moan back at him pathetically, reaching out for his cock once more.

And he lets you ruin him with your hands as your body jolts with each thrust Kai gives, becoming more sloppy with each others fluids mixing and becoming one.

Your hair is a mess, spanning across your face and the sheets, your eyes squeezed shut as his throbbing length utterly ruins you.

Beomgyu sweetly pushes your hair out of your face to let you breathe a little , and rubs circles against your cheeks as tears form in your eyes. His thumb brushes over your lips, and you dumbly open your mouth to let him in. You swirl your tongue over his thumb in tandem with your hand stroking him, and you feel his whole body shake.

He takes his thumb out of your mouth with a pop sound and you feel him scoot upwards, your hand losing grip on his cock.

Something bigger, something warmer teases your lips now.

Kai’s rhythm never falters through all of this, he’s obviously being more turned on by how much you’re enjoying all of this. He grabs your legs and slings them over his broad shoulders as he goes impossibly deeper inside of you. His stomach clenches with every thrust, pulling out just so that his tip is still inside and slamming back into you.

Beomgyu sits on his knees and lets you take the lead giving him head. He holds your hair to the side as you glide your lips along his pink length.

“I want to…. fill you up.. please..” you hear Kai pant above you. You hum against Beomgyu in approval, and you feel Kai’s thrusts become sloppier.

It was nice that Beomgyu wasn’t shoving himself into you as Kai was. You delicately kissed and licked his length, focusing on his tip, as whenever you circled your tongue against his head it earned the most pathetic on whines from him. He had put his free hand on his own hip to stop himself from completely face-fucking you, wanting to save himself for your pussy.

“I’m gonna! I’m gonna—!” Kai cries out loudly as he prepares himself for his own orgasm, his hooded eyes meeting yours and his own spit pooling at the sides of his mouth.

Beomgyu’s breathing becomes more shallow and uneven as you reach your own climax, your whole body seizing as Kai lets his come over him too, exploding his warm fluid inside of you and slowly fucking it back into you as he lets your legs fall and nearly collapses on top of you.

Kai pulls out slowly and painfully, gripping onto you as you both brokenly moan as he comes out with a big squelch noise.

“Did I do good?” Kai asks you sweetly. You blink at him in disbelief as you still feel Kai

spilling out of you.

“Really good” is all you can make out through your own huffing and puffing, smiling to yourself at his silly question.

You feel the weight in the bed shift.

“Beomgyu..” you try and protest as he makes his way to the edge of the bed where Kai is.

“Did Kai warm you up okay?” Beomgyu asks as if you hadn’t just experienced the most intense orgasm of your entire life.

He sternly turns to Kai.

“Sit.” is all he says and Kai meekly sits in the corner of the bed, his cock still coated with fluids. He’s gently stroking himself.

Beomgyu lets his hand linger on your heat, stroking in between your folds and circling your clit gently.

“Please—I can’t—“ you start to protest as you’re still squirming from your previous orgasm.

“I think you can for me….” Beomgyu says sweetly with an undertone of darkness.

He replaces his fingers with his cock, slowly spreading your folds as he gets you ready yet again.

The noise that emits from you and Beomgyu was just enough to make Kai almost cum for the second time, gripping the base of his cock for dear life.

Beomgyu’s grip is steady on your waist to keep your trembly body in place for him.

“I’ve been waiting…. for you…” he pants out as he slides all the way inside of you with ease from Kai already stretching you out.

You arch your back and throw your hips up towards him greedily. You’re moaning—screaming—Beomgyu’s name incoherently as he picks up the pace.

He grips your rolling hips and helps you slam them into his, you two becoming as close as you possibly can. You hear the noises of Kai being re-fucked inside of you, and all three of you are letting out pathetic and lewd mewls.

Beomgyu snaps his hips into yours cruelly and without mercy, hungry to ruin you completely. He presses down on your lower stomach and feels his own bulge against your insides, a clear and white ring forming along the base of his cock.

You cry as he effortlessly lifts your hips up some more so he can meet your sweet spot over and over again.

Your hands twist the sheets as you make noises you didn’t know you could, the hit room filled with moans and squelches.

“Harder.” you just about yell as Beomgyu and Kai’s jaws drop to the floor at your pleas.

And Beomgyu obeys you happily, you both now overhead by the stimulation. You’re squeezing him and he’s spreading you out all at the same time, it’s a miracle you both lasted as long as you did.

You felt like a doll for Beomgyu, letting him use you however he wants. You felt him study you with each of your expressions and noises that fill the room, cock twitching inside of you.

Beomgyu manages to find places inside of you that you didn’t know existed. Both of you can no longer control the noises that escape you.

“I’m so close, come on.” Beomgyu wails out to you pathetically.

You beg him to be a good boy and cum for you, and as much as you had no idea where this came from both Beomgyu and Kai eat it up.

You hear Kai next to you whimper loudly and let go for the second time of the night, his cum coating his stomach all the way up to his chest. He cries to himself because it just feels so good.

Beomgyu on the other hand folds over completely on top of you as he lets himself go. And it kept on coming, feeling him shoot loads at a time inside of you. Tears jerk at the corner of his eyes. He wanted to be your good boy so badly.

Seeing them both absolutely lose it was enough to make you lose it as well, spitting their names like they were curses, your own heat wrapping around Beomgyu. Your body deflates completely as the adrenaline leaves your body, your chest heaving with marks being left by both Beomgyu and Kai all across your chest and neck.

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You weren’t sure how this Bizzare Love Triangle came to be, but by their satisfied smiles in your own bed while dozing off into the night, you were sure they had no intention of letting you go.

And you were right.

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when you said it’s just you and your notes app against the word. that’s so real 😭😭 i literally relate to you as a new write myself also hakcbdndbdkdb

OMG HAIIII i literally open my notes app and hope for the best :,) last time i was like properly actively writing was yearssssss ago but now the txt brainrot is too real hehe

[ningternzzz]

drunk!beomgyu and stoned!femreader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: based on why’d you only call me when you’re high by the arctic monkeys :3, established ?situationship, experienced stoner reader, sub gyu mostly, no protection, small angst, pillow humping somewhere in there too hehe

notes: i swear i will write abt other members too i’m just on that beomgyu pill rn :3, i literally wrote this while tipsy pls bear with me ^_-

3am was always the perfect time of night—or morning—to sit on your patio and make your way through a joint (or a bowl, whatever the mood called for). It was dead silent, especially on a weekday, and all you could hear was the rustling of leaves and the very occasional car rushing past the main road. It was the perfect setting for some “you time”.

It never ended up being just you, though.

Your clothes felt heavy on your body, practically begging to be taken off, and you happened to know a guy.

Choi Beomgyu. Neither of you could put a label on what your relationship was. He was always ready, eager, maybe too eager, to answer his phone at the witching hour. From whatever nonsense you had managed to mumble out on the line, to him being a resident on your bed, it was a vicious cycle. He always pretended to act annoyed, but actions speak louder than words. He knew the code to your lockbox, he knew exactly which turns to make to reach your room, and through the smoky haze he knew how to make you reach cloud 9.

Which is why it was odd for him not to pick up, or even reply. He had been awol since the previous evening, which you hadn’t thought too much of. You scoffed to yourself. Maybe he finally left the house on a Friday.

No. That felt—wrong? You hated the way your heart sank into your chest when you thought about him out at a bar, a club even, eyeing up someone else. Maybe even taking them back to his and—

You shook your head and rashly put the joint out on a nearby ashtray to try and rid yourself of the thought of him touching anyone else that wasn’t you. But why is it bugging you this much? Neither of you had set boundaries or standards. He was just some guy that knew where you lived, what your favorite color was, what your favorite flower is, what your favorite position is.

There's a blurry number next to his contact name, indicating the amount of times you’ve called him in a row. You’re too stoned to care what the number says and click his name one more time, only to hear the line ring out until it goes to voicemail.

You clutch your phone and throw yourself on your bed, trying to figure out why the hell you care this much.

After a bit of “positive self talk”, you somewhat convince yourself that you don’t care. In fact you’ve never cared less. He’s just a man. One stupid, stupid, stupid man.

You manage a shaky exhale before hearing a commotion from outside. You check your phone again.

3:28 AM.

You sit up, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation the best you can. It’s mainly muffled nonsense. You’re about to throw yourself back down on your bed when you swear you recognize that tone. That tone, that deepness, that softness.

You swing your legs around and practically run to your front door, not really thinking much before you stumble outside your house in nothing but lounge shorts and a t-shirt. Your jaw gapes open as you watch your neighbor swing an unidentified object at Beomgyu, dressed in a white tank top and jeans with a flannel loosely tied around his waist.

He’s stumbling as much as you are, and slurring his words at your poor neighbor. Your movements trigger your front porch light, catching the attention of both your neighbor and Beomgyu.

Has he seriously gone to the wrong house? You think as you peer at Beomgyu, still unsure if it’s really him.

His eyes widen as he drags his feet on the floor making his way towards you. He reeks of liquor mixed in with his flowery perfume, which made him even more appetizing than usual. You make up some lie to your neighbor about your now “boyfriend” and drag him inside the house.

The door doesn’t even close all the way and Beomgyu is all over you, more than he ever has been, which is saying a lot given how needy he normally is. All you can do is rest your hands on his biceps helplessly as he pins you to the wall, unaware of his strength. He’s huffing and puffing into your mouth, and you’re barely touching him. He’s drunk off his own perverted mind as he’s the one leading you for once to your bedroom.

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What you didn’t know is that Beomgyu hadn’t gone out at all actually. He had barely made it through pre-drinks at his best friend's house without having to rush back to his apartment. He swore he’d meet them later, he “just forgot his wallet”.

Then why was his wallet in his front pocket, annoyingly poking at his length stuffed inside his pants barely constrained by a single button and zipper? With every step he took he felt the edge dig into his increasingly painful hard on, when he had unsuccessfully tried to swat down in his poor friend’s bathroom for ten minutes.

The trek back up to his apartment felt like ages. By the time he was in the elevator he had sunk into the walls, palming himself as he waited patiently (or impatiently) for it to get to his floor.

As soon as his door closed behind him he sunk into his sofa and pulled his jeans to his knees, squeezing onto a pillow beside him as he shamelessly moaned your name over and over and over again.

He presses the pillow beside him onto his face, attempting to deafen his ludicrously noisy moans as he strokes himself with no restraint.

The plush cushion is used for more than just a noise suppressant, however.

Unsure if when the idea hit him, Beomgyu goes the straddle the pillow, rutting into it like a helpless dog. He’s whimpering and whining with no thought of the sheer amount of noise he’s making for just one person. It was ridiculous how just thinking of you, being with you, touching you, fucking you (, being fucked) could make him this riled up. He’s practically drooling at the thought of you wrapped around him now, his grip on the cushion getting together but his movements more sloppy. He’s fucked out and flushed just from the thought of you, sweat dripping down his face as he cums violently onto the now-stained pillow.

Somehow his orgasm made the alcohol much more effective, and he stumbled over to grab his phone out of his jean pockets.

Instead of just calling you back like he usually would, he marched himself over to your house— or rather— your neighbors house.

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He stumbles forwards on your bed, holding onto your hips as he rolls over so you’re straddling him. He’s too inebriated to bother with the intricacies of clothing. He lets you help him unbutton and unzip his jeans, moaning at the friction of the fabric against his sensitive boner. He lets out a pathetic gasp when it slaps on his soft tummy, a line of precum already dripping from his pink tip.

He grabs you from behind as you both help him find your entrance. The noise that emits from the both of you when you sink down on him is not only loud but nasty.

“Oh fuck” is all he can make out before pressing you down even further inside of him as he lifts his hips up to meet yours. The squelching and plap-ing every time your hope met was sending him closer to the brink of cumming [again].

You both are lost in each other, looking at each other’s eyes humming sweet praises that maybe wouldn’t have come out so easily if both of you were sober. Every time you call him a good boy he looks at you with the most longing puppy eyes, and everytime he reminds you how you feel so good around me, you lose your composure.

And every time you do lose your composure he’s right there underneath you to catch you, one hand holding you in place so he can continue pounding into you, juxtaposing his other hand drawing shapes along your spine.

You fold on top of him and push his damp hair behind his ear, peppering kisses on his cheek and jaw, and sucking softly on his neck, earning vile whimpers and pants from Beomgyu. You feel his breath hitch and his hips miss a beat, and for some reason that was even more hot than if he had been going at a consistent rhythm. He was messy, untimely, even his hand holding you in place was barely doing its job—and you both knew, and loved it.

He wasn’t a pervert, but he couldn’t stop roaming his hands everywhere, he couldn’t stop moaning so loud just for you, because he knew how much you loved his puppy noises.

You weren’t a pervert, but you couldn’t stop licking his strained neck and pulling a lick of hair for easier access, because you knew how much he loved being your toy. Calling him a dirty whore lightheartedly makes him moan even louder with a cute smile plastered across his face.

It doesn’t take him long to cum anyway with you, but with you both inebriated and messy his doll eyes are already rolling back and you feel him trembling underneath you. His hands dig into your hips as his jaw drops open, his lips forming a pretty “o” shape as he whimpers profanities. He’s shuddering, begging you to “stop…..please….. please…..it feels so good….I’m gonna—“.

“So which one is it?” you say as you find his cheek in your palm. He pouts and nuzzles your hand, seemingly unsure of if he wants you to stop because he’s so sensitive or keep going because he’s so sensitive.

He’s incoherent now, any words he tries to form melting into breathless moans. His hair is stuck to his forehead and his eyebrows are furrowed as he tries his hardest to hold back. He always finds it so embarrassing how fast he finishes.

“Please tell me I can cum” Beomgyu somehow musters out in between breaths. You lean down and kiss him, the usual sign of approval. You see his ears turn red and his knuckles turn white as you help him ride out his high, feeling him fuck himself back into you slowly.

Maybe it’s the alcohol in his system, and maybe it’s the weed in yours, but you swear you could make out a lewd-sounding “I love you” escape his lips.

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Your puppy gyu fic?? PERFECTION 😫

THIS IS SO SWEET T__T AND MEANS SO MUCH WAOWWWWW T__T TYSMMMM T__T glad ur on the puppy gyu wavelength anon ~~~~~

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drabble— giving beomgyu a handjob through his boxers :3

warning(?)s: afab reader, y/n is a little bit evil hehe, tongue stuff, competitive gamer!beomgyu, “good boy”, imstillnewatwritingplsbenice

word count: 874

note!!!: it’s me and notes app against the world atp thank u everynyan for sm luv on my puppy!gyu fic :3 i genuinely didn’t expect anyone to like it djfhdhdhfh

Beomgyu who had agreed to a lazy and calm night in with you.

Beomgyu whose mind totally wasn’t in the gutter when you’re both just playing mario kart in comfy clothes.

Beomgyu who’s hard-on was getting harder and harder to cover up with each round. Every time you pushed his shoulder and hit his leg as an attempt to throw him off made him swoon, and he had nearly forgotten that there was just his boxers on. You had noticed too, his general stiffness and length made it impossible not to. His eyes were only on the screen half the time (despite him getting first every single time miraculously), with the other half his eyes were attached to your chest. it was like some invisible force made him keep looking, fascinated by how gravity works with each lean and movement you did.

You let him and his hard on suffer until you genuinely were fed up of him getting first every single time. No matter the difficulty of the track or the karts and bikes you chose, he would ultimately emerge victorious (by a landslide too, which was even more bothersome).

It was the last track on the cup, and rainbow road was the randomized track chosen. He had already started getting cocky about how “you’re doomed” and how he could do this with his eyes closed.

He didn’t know about your fool-proof plan to break his winning streak.

The race began, and you’d thought you’d let him have his glory, at least for a little bit. He was throwing remarks left and right as he unsurprisingly flew through the track with ease.

If it wasn’t for his boner very obviously showing and the shameless wet spot growing with each passing track, you’d never had guessed he was in any way shape or form horny in the least bit. Snickering to himself, you waited until his eyes had to be on the screen to swiftly position yourself on your knees below him. Immediately flustered, his snarky remarks turn into stammers, and the best part was that you hadn’t even done anything.

You snaked your hands up both his thighs and circle the wet spot on his boxers against his head with one of your thumbs.

For some inexplicable reason, he tried his very hardest to act nonchalant, the controller in his hands becoming warm with the clamminess of his hands. He can’t make out anything past a few What…..’s and Haaaaahh……..’s before quickly discarding the controller and instinctively running his fingers through your hair and squeezing when you use your tongue on his soaked through boxers in place of your thumb.

He curses in between his teeth as you use your hands to wrap the fabric of his boxers around the shape of his length to form a viable sleeve of sorts to stroke him through, as you get to work licking the sticky tip through the fabric. He can’t stop himself begging and pleading to just take them off, but you can’t let him win that easily again. You tell him that maybe if he’s a good boy, just maybe, he’ll even get to fuck you, and you swore he was going to cum there and then with the way his eyes rolled back and the lewd noises that escaped his open mouth.

He watches in pain as you swirl your tongue on top of the fabric, wishing so ardently that the fabric wasn’t in the way. Your hands settle at the base as you slowly start moving them up and down, squeezing at just the right part, just as he likes it. It gets harder and harder for him to keep his eyes on you, as he resets to squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back. You feel his legs tremble around your sides as you pick up the pace with your hands. He really starts to loose it when you suck his wetness through his boxers. In between your hands and your mouth he can’t stop saying your name in between moans and curses. Whether it was to protest or to encourage, it was unclear, and not really relevant.

You release your hands for a second and he sighs in pain, missing the warmth of you wrapped around his length. You use your thumb to toy with his waistband, earning the most pathetic whimpers from Beomgyu. You tease him to almost pull them down so his throbbing cock found spring free, only to pop them back up and continue playing with him.

Until he’d had enough.

His whole body shakes as he falls forwards and you feel his boxers become absolutely ruined with his own cum. He reaches out and grips your shoulder when you start overstimulating him, mixing his precum and cum along his tip as he shudders and folds practically in half.

You foolishly think for a second that he’s spent, the mario kart ending music playing on repeat in the background. You look over your shoulder briefly. You both are last place. Before you could poke fun at him for not winning this time, he looks at you with a look similar to a small begging, puppy.

“Have I been a good boy?”

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puppy!beomgyu🐾

! MDNI !

sub!beomgyu x fem!reader

smut of beomgyu being a cutie puppy

note: this is my first drabble in agessssss pls be patient :3 not proofread it’s literally 5am rn oops

As silly and unserious as Beomgyu is, when shit hits the fan he is VERY serious about begging and pleading. He’s not one to directly initiate, instead he’ll paw at you, start kissing you a little too eagerly, he might even slowly start grinding against you as an effort to try and relieve himself. He’s more obvious than he thinks he is though, and it doesn’t take long for you to get what he’s trying to insinuate. But it’s so much fun to tease him, to watch as he slowly loses his sanity and watch as his breathing become more labored, his eyes more sure of his intentions. Both your hands mapping out the shape of each others bodies, he shifts on top of you so he can grind directly on you. One of his arms is bent to prop himself up, just barely doing the job as he’s shaking and quivering from excitement. Your hands first cup his warm face while you kiss him, his tongue just barely grazing over your bottom lip, leaving you hungry for more. He always has a sort of gentleness to anything he does, no matter how riled up he is. His hands seem to squeeze your hips just right, his lips and tongue swirling softly inside your mouth and across your lips. Your hands move down to his jaw, his chin, then his neck. He loves the feeling of your hands wrapped around his neck a little too tightly, his adams apple bobbing with each moan that escapes his pretty lips (puppy getting excited abt his collar…….).

It would come to a point where’d he’d completely collapse on top of you, still rubbing against you, his hot breath scorching your neck, the air filled with his whines and whimpers. When you give him the ‘okay’ sign he wastes no time hurriedly tugging at your waistband as you tug at his, clothes discarded on the floor as his cock finally springs free. He’s so pent up, so excited, he has to stop what he’s doing and just breathe for a second so he doesn’t immediately burst right over you. He’s so ready, so eager to slide perfectly inside you, but he knows he has to earn that spot. He’s slowly makes his way down you body, his breaths getting more shaky and uneven.

Beomgyu always takes a second to appreciate you once he’s situated underneath you. He makes sure you have ample pillows behind you, and that the position is comfortable, before kissing down your thighs with purpose and passion. He just barely sucks at your skin before he pulls back to ask one more time if you’re okay. When you give the green light he dives in tongue first, planting gentle kisses and lapping up your arousal like he’s a starving dog. He uses both hands to press your legs open, and he squeezes your thighs every so often. Beomgyu can contort his tongue in more ways than one, and he knows the exact right time to start using his fingers in tandem. He’s so annoying sometimes though, giggling with each frustrated moan you let out as he teases your folds with his delicate fingers. The act doesn’t last for long though, he needs to make you feel so good under his touch. It’s not long before he gently stretches you out with two fingers, hooking them slightly to stimulate that certain spot inside of you. He doesn’t stop until he’s coaxing your release with his sweet words, telling you how good you taste and how pretty you look. He plants soft kisses on your stomach before cleaning up after you, making sure to not miss one single spot.

You can barely catch your breath before he’s hovering over you again, this time his warm head slicked with his precum rutting at your entrance. You can feel his smooth tummy on yours, his big needy eyes looking up at you as he plants kisses on your chest. He wants to be a good boy so badly, he will always wait for the ‘okay’ signal from you before making a move, no matter how much he wants to.

His kisses have moved up from your chest to your neck, as he’s putting his lovely tongue to work again. You hold his head with the palm of your hand, and when he switches from kissing to sucking your neck you instinctively wrap your fingers around his hair and pull at it. He makes a noise which can only be described as a yelp of sorts, tilting his head back and looking at you with hooded eyelids and fucked out pupils. He bites at his own bottom lip to try and quiet himself when you tighten your grip on your hair, but to no avail.

“Please…” is the only thing that comes out of his mouth before trailing off. You give him the signal and he hurriedly props himself on his knees, chest rising and falling as he likes himself up. He gives himself two or three quick pumps to fully coat his cock, which at this point he can feel his pulse in. He slides in with ease. He always stares right into your eyes when he fills you up inch by inch, tucking your hair behind your ear, giving you sweet praises as you take his thick length so well.

After what feels like forever he finally bottoms out. The lewd noises that fill the room are indescribable, he makes sounds that are in between a growl and a moan. He presses down on your stomach with one hand, and is barely propping himself up with the other. He meekly asks if you’re ready, as if he’s not already fully encased tightly inside your walls. When he does start he always lets the pace build up naturally. He starts slow, almost coming all the way out before ramming himself back inside all the way, cursing to himself about how you feel so good, how he feels so perfect inside of you. It doesn’t take long for him to pick up the pace, sloppily thrusting in and out. With every “fuck” and every hiss that comes out of his mouth the faster he goes. His hair is stuck to his forehead and both your bodies are drenched, but he thinks your noises are too wonderful, and you think his noises are too wonderful, and neither of you can find it in yourselves to ask for a break or to swap positions. He can never stop saying your name when he’s inside of you like this, looking you directly in the eyes with the utmost sincerity as he thrusts into you with ease. His sentences aren’t very coherent, but his eyes tell you everything you need to know.

Beomgyu’s whines are very distinctive when he’s close to his climax. They’re filled with a sense of lust and urgency, he can barely start his announcement of sorts, panting “i’m about t—“ before filling you up completely. You feel his warm load stuff you to the brim as he hangs his head above you, whining and panting (puppy is embarrassed ><).