warning(s): daddy&hard,dom!yeonjun & hard daddy&hard,dom!beomgyu X sub&fem!reader, daddykink, a lot of slaps, spitting, humilition, oral, fingering, dirty talk, praise, anger, punishment, unprotected sex.
> my first language is not english, very sorry if i have wrongs and please do not forget protect! <
"Stupid." When Yeonjun whispered between his smile, you frowned with anxiety. Yeon's suddenly changing face helped you determine that the feeling growing inside you was fear.
He got closer to your face as he pushed your cheek with two fingers. "How many times do I have to warn you not to look at me like that?"
Yeonjun's raised voice caused you to tremble and be arousal. When the door to the room opened, you both turned in that direction.
"What's all the noise?" It was Beomgyu.
You were happy living with these two men and only having the opportunity to cum on their dicks.
These two excellent men, who had come to a good point in their careers, were making you live like princesses. All the opportunities they provided you sometimes made you feel inadequate. You wanted to make them happy the way they made you happy.
And because his reaction wasn't what you'd expect, beomgyu's entry into the room raised your fear.
"Our little girl got her hair cut, Gyu."
Yeonjun's sarcastic sentence made you swallow and look at Beomgyu. Even the fact that he was watching you with his hands in his pockets and frowning eyebrows was enough to make your pussy twitch.
He approached you and stood calmly where he was. He always started quietly. However, in the following minutes, his mouth would never close when he was fucking you mercilessly. He used to fuck you until you couldn't hear what he was saying.
You missed your eyes when you put a hard-to-bear shame on the fact that two men were watching you with dark eyes and angry looks. And Beomgyu, just at that moment, he pulled you to himself by squeezing your throat hard and made you look more closely at his fiery eyes.
It was the first time being melting under his hand had made your undersides so wet.
"Your Daddies give you all kinds of opportunities without even waiting for thanks, and do you respond to them by not listening to their words?"
His hand ran down your throat and slid into the now-short hair on the back of your neck. The calm tone of voice and perfect face that he still maintained made it hard for you, but you knew very well that when they didn't get answer they would turn into a tiger, so you parted your lips but Gyu wouldn't let you speak.
"Why did you cut your hair without asking our opinion?"
"I just wanted to look more beautiful to my Daddies." despite your poor tone, Yeonjun squinted his eyes. "Are you sure about that?"
He leaned across your face and whispered like he spitting. "Isn't it because you're a stupid bitch?"
"Junnie-"
"Oh, shut up." his eyebrows purportedly raised. "Only the little girl who is respectful to her daddies can call me that."
What he had said had succeeded, as usual, in bringing tears to your eyes. Already knew that it was impossible for you to leave Yeonjun's side without crying, and that was nothing but getting you wet more.
"I am still your respectful little girl." when you murmured between tears that decayed to cheeks, Gyu pulled your hair out of his hand. "That's why you get your hair cut without even asking our opinion, huh?"
When he suddenly pulled his hand away from you, you took a step back with a jerk. The guys who could ruin you even with their eyes, they really looked very angry, and this was causing you to cry more and more.
"I'm sorry-" When Beomgyu gave you a hard slap on the cheek and shut up, you knew you had to shut up.
Came back to them, watched Yeonjun take off his clothes and his perfect body in silence. The slap you took had the most effect on you.
"What are you waiting for to undress?" Beomgyu asked, casting his piercing gaze on your scattered face.
When you took off your one-piece long T-shirt timidly, Yeonjun laughed half-mouthedly at your satin red suit. "You're such a whore..."
Beomgyu squinted and watched the thong. His tongue hovering on his cheek was making him hotter than he was.
Then he scratched his chin and looked into your eyes with hunger.
Their faces got that look every time they liked you. But you've watched them, both stubbornly try not to show it.
Beomgyu smiled dangerously after straining you from head to toe for the last time. "You can't get out of here without crying until your voice is muted."
What you heard made you swallow hard. The arrogant expression on Yeonjun's face, who was comfortably sitting on the seat, caused you to get more wet. When you spread your legs to the sides, understanding the command he gave, you pressed your lips together. Looking at Beomgyu's expression watching you with frowning brows for the last time, you settled into Yeon's lap.
Every time you put your back against his big chest, you felt tiny. Yeonjun's favorite thing was every position he made you tiny. Even though he hasn't revealed himself yet, feeling his dick underneath has caused you to tremble. Gyu is here for you.
The interrogation position...
Yeonjun's hands slowly stroked your thighs, making you more sensitive, while Beomgyu leaned towards your body. "How about you confess to your dads what a dirty girl you are?"
His mocking eyes made you cry again in delight and you rubbed off on Yeonjun. But the slap on the thigh instantly made you whimper.
"Oh, wait wait... You proved it today, huh?" when Beomgyu, who had a vague smile on his face, gave Jun a short look, you took a deep breath, anticipating what would happen next.
Yeonjun's bony fingers rubbed against your belly and went down and under your thong, started stroking your cunt up and down with both fingers at an intoxicating pace, he giggled quietly in your ear. Always made fun of your wetness. "Look at this..." he showed Beomgyu his fingers, which had separated from cunt and were now glistening.
You closed your eyes at the moment when they were both laughing. They still had no idea how much wetter they were making you.
Beomgyu's suddenly changed face caused you to moan, grasping your jaw tightly. "If your eyes leave me for a second, I'll fuck you until you pass out."
You shook your head up and down decisively, trying not to focus on Yeonjun's cold fingers that landed between your legs again.
Because what Beomgyu said wasn't something he hadn't done before.
"When you were getting hair cut, you didn't give a damn about us, right?"
When he pulled his hand away from you by pushing his head forward, you jerked and held onto Yeonjun's legs. As soon as you opened your mouth to refuse, Yeonjun's fingers quickly began to crush your clitoris. When the only answer you could give was deep moans, you got a new slap from Beomgyu. "So you weren't giving a shit about us?"
"Papa- Ahh..." It was impossible to talk while Yeonjun was stroking your cunt mercilessly.
"Papa what?" Gyu squeezing your throat cause opened your eyes, which closed again. Asked, leaning towards your face. "Everything was fine when the fucking hairdresser was touching your hair?"
You couldn't articulate any of the answers that were formed in your mind because of the hard fingers that went in and out of you at an incredible speed.
"I have a girl who is so stupid that she remembers her dads only when gets to our house." you could barely swallow when he squeezed your neck. "But I see she's never ashamed to get wet for us, either."
Yeonjun's fingers slowed down when you get closer. That deep breath you wanted to take, Beomgyu's fingers squeezed your throat more and more.
Yeonjun slowly slid his fingers over the wetness and approached your ear without breaking the tempo and whispered in an overly sexy tone. "You're daddy's little bitch."
Trembling, you squeezed Yeon's legs more and more. Beomgyu "Repeat." you pursed your lips when he said it, but a new slap hit your cheek. "I said, repeat it."
"Im m-my daddies- Ah," you shuddered as you took another slap.
"Or aren't you our little bitch?" When Yeonjun's deep voice quickened your heart, you made sure that the two men were looking at each other in an extremely dangerous way.
You're just getting started...
You advanced on Yeonjun's lap until you reached the vertical seat that Beomgyu had bought in your room. He made you lie down on your face and left you completely defenseless, you squeezed the head of the seat.
"It's time for your daddies to remind you of themselves."
Yeonjun's groin soon came into view. You could sworn, he was still grinning more arrogantly as he ran his fingers through your hair.
Gyu's long fingers freed your hip from the excess thong. And it took seconds for him to start stroking your wet pussy with his dick.
While your waist was curled with pleasure, Yeonjun stretched his cock, which he pulled out several times, right in your face. You opened your mouth with appetite, but he hit your lips. "Do you want to tell your dad that you are a such a slut?"
When Beomgyu started banging your hole with his big dick, your eyes turned around, but you talked trying to pull yourself together. "I-I'm my dads s-slut."
Yeonjun bent over your face, lifting your chin up. He watched your lips with languid gaze. After hitting your lips twice with his fingers and opened his own mouth, you understood the command he gave and opened your mouth. He calmly spit between your lips, you obediently swallowed and smiled for the fingers that were tangled between your hair.
"Good girl."
When you started to tremble more and more with the effect of the compliment you received, Beomgyu suddenly got into you with all his dick. Your loud scream was replaced by an instant cry you wanted to slide to the back to feel the hardness moving quickly inside you better, but the Yeonjun's dick rubbing your lips and wouldn't let it.
That you wrapped your lips around his dick and slowly began to accept him into your mouth. Beomgyu was busy drilling your pleasure spot. You were absolutely sure that Yeonjun was laughing at you. When you tried to take all the cock into your mouth, Beomgyu has kept your hips firmly by holding them and after a few curses, he has increased his speed to the highest level.
On the one hand, you were crying, and on the other hand, you were trying to suck the dick in your mouth in the best way.
Beomgyu was such a quality motherfucker that you couldn't stand it and cum on his dick. Even if there was a share of the handjob you got from Yeonjun before, Gyu's dismemberment of you would always make you arrive early.
Beomgyu came out of you without waiting for ejaculation, Yeonjun's warmed dick also left your mouth. You didn't like the gaps you felt, between your mens changed they've places.
Gyu walked in front of you, threw his long hair back, and filled his tugged dick mercilessly between your hunger lips.
Yeonjun's hard cock and the perfect penis in your mouth kept making your eyes cry violently. When you whimpering, Yeonjun started to move in and out of you hard. Beomgyu held your hands while you closed your eyes and continued to tears.
As you squeeze her gorgeous fingers, you make it harder for him to fuck your mouth slowly.
Yeonjun was holding on to your legs while hitting the point he knew by heart like crazy. You offered your loudest moan when someone started twitching in your mouth and someone inside.
Your bad boys were so good at fucking you that you were proud not to guess how many you had.
When Yeonjun accompanied you to your second orgasm, you breathed audibly. After slowly getting out of you, squeezed Beomgyu's hands and slid up, making it easy for him to cum to your mouth. After pulling his dick between your lips, you swallowed as much as you could, and when he decanted what was flowing from your lips with his finger and gave it to your mouth, you obediently swallowed them as well.
Yeonjun gently swiped it over so that the cloth he cleaned you up made you pee. Beomgyu continued to tire your heart out of aligning your faces by kneeling down in front of you.
Leaning back, Yeonjun whispered. "So fucking great." as soon as you realized that he meant your hair, your lips parted. "R-really?"
After watching Beomgyu's admiring tired eyes scattered for a while longer, your eyes would cry again when he approved with his head. He began to kiss you softly on the lips, you began to reciprocate with pleasure.
Although it didn't take long, when your rather precious kiss ended, Yeonjun also came to Beomgyu's side.
“Yeonjun thinks there’s nothing better than to wind down after a show with his pretty girlfriend— Beomgyu also thinks there’s nothing better than winding down after a show with Yeonjun’s pretty girlfriend.”
yeonjun x fem!reader x beomgyu
Genre: rockstar!au, smut, pwp, established relationship w/jjun
Word count: 5.8K
warnings: mc has acrylics. that’s it.
smut warnings: hard/mean doms! yeongyu, sub!mc, threesome, strength kink(?), scratching, pet names (baby, good girl, etc.), name calling, dry humping, spanking, breast play, manhandling, degrading, fingering, oral (f&m rec.), choking, marking, biting, hair pulling, mirror sex, dumbification, slight brat taming?, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dacryphilia, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, unprotected sex, size kink, bulge kink, rough sex, creampies, mentions of safe word, facial, sloppy seconds, slapping, spitting, lmk if i missed anything 🤗
Notes: i’ve recommended every genre but rock for this.. final part of rockstar!txt, and my personal favorite; this was still barely edited—enjoy tho bc i definitely branched out quite a bit here >w<
Your legs feel shaky as you make your way away from the stage— whether it’s from adrenaline or anticipation for what’s to come, you’re not really sure.
Another successful show has gone by with you in barricade; pushed up against the barrier by other eager, sweaty bodies, forced to endure another intense show in favor of watching your boyfriend perform— there’s a strange sense of satisfaction that you get from it, watching the way they all crowd around you and try to take your spot, hands reaching out desperately for even a brief touch from him.
The most they’ll ever get from him is a brush of his fingers against theirs— but even that is enough to have them screaming in your ear, jumping eagerly as they don’t stop to realize why Yeonjun might be so eager to hog the section they’re currently in.
You’re fully aware; maybe it’s because he’s always quick to spot you during his shows, sending you a wink before he’s striding over— subjecting you to a few hours of flirty and suggestive behavior, able to drink in the way your doe eyes look up at him with every thrust of his hips or growl of his voice— and if you weren’t paying attention, you would’ve almost missed the quirk of his lips as he drank in your reaction desperately.
Your body felt a bit more buzzed than usual— maybe it’s because you were subjected to the absolute torture that was Yeonjun purposefully teasing you, completely ignoring you and sticking to the side opposite yours in favor of teasing and interacting with other faceless fans— you still remember the way your jaw dropped as you watch him reach out to a fan, holding her hand and winking playfully as he clearly mouthed a ‘call me’ to her.
Luckily for you however, you were quickly distracted by a different sight— meaning, Beomgyu and the way he very obviously seemed to stare you down every chance he got; where Yeonjun began to lack, he quickly took charge, lingering by your side and even taking a moment to go along with the way you reached out to him playfully, allowing him to hold your hand as he sang his part directly to you; you could feel deathly stares from both the fans around you and Yeonjun after that.
So now, here you are; one elaborate firework show later and the fans finally began to disperse and the crowded pit finally began to empty— leaving you, alone and antsy as you began to make your way backstage, where you knew a staff car was waiting to take you to the hotel Yeonjun was currently staying in.
Your leg is bouncing the entire ride there— fans outside seem to think the van you’re in may contain a member of the infamous band, and you watch with a small smile as they line the sidewalks and wave cluelessly; for a moment, you almost feel bad.
You’re at the back entrance in the blink of an eye; that could also be attributed to the fact that you may have dozed off on your way there, but you don’t really mind it as you find yourself much more energized as you make your way out the van, thanking your driver before you’re off.
Room 705, you tell yourself, pressing the number seven on the elevator as you lean back on the railing— you let out a soft, exasperated sigh as you make your way up, feeling the nerves from before creep up on you the longer you wait in this eerie silence— you’re practically running the moment the doors open, eager to see your boyfriend as you feel a wide smile form on your face.
A moment passes after you knock on the door. 705, you reassure yourself, glancing back at the room number as you rock on your heels, waiting impatiently for someone to answer. Just when you begin to wonder if you’ve got the room wrong, pulling out your phone to check your messages with Yeonjun, the door suddenly swings open.
And you’re immediately pulled in.
If the air hadn’t been knocked out of your lungs as Yeonjun pushed you roughly against the door, the way he captures your lips in a needy kiss definitely did. Your mind is spinning and you’re barely able to process what’s happening as you moan into his lips, feeling his hands wander up and down your sides, shivering at the feeling of his hands on your bare skin.
You’re left to place your hands helplessly on his chest— you don’t bother to push him away though, indulging instead in the way his firm muscles tense under your hands, the thin material of his tank top not leaving much room for the imagination as you let your nails scratch and grasp at the material.
He’s clearly reluctant to pull away as you begin to pat at his chest, attempting to signal your lack of air as he finally obliges after a second of struggle— you’re panting and dizzy as you take in the way his lips are swollen and shiny, his eyes lidded and dark as he takes in your outfit with a breathy chuckle.
“Seriously?” he asks, reaching up to play with the hem of the shirt that barely covers you, the words “I ♡ TXT” written across them boldly, “You couldn’t have gotten one of those I heart my boyfriend shirts with a little picture of me? I saw a ton of fans wear those today.”
You scoff.
“I dunno, I think this is more eye-catching— especially because it means that I don’t have to rely on getting the attention of just one of you.”
“Ohhhh, is that right?” he asks, tilting his head innocently as he wraps a hand around your waist, a cute smile on his face as he begins to walk backward to lead you further into his room, “Is that what your little attitude was about back then? Did I neglect you, baby?”
You pout. You hate when Yeonjun gets like this, teasing and petulant as he tries to back you up into a corner, trying to get you to say the wrong thing and set you straight by fucking you until you can’t think— it makes you feel undeniably small before him.
“Well, you did ignore me during the second half of the concert,” you admit, and you try to take a step back from him only to get pulled back in, your view obscured by him, “Seriously, you didn’t even come to our side.”
“You felt ignored?” he pouts, cooing softly at the way you meekly nod in agreement, “But Beomgyu didn’t ignore you. Isn’t that right?”
“Yup. Made sure to take good care of her.”
It’s only then Yeonjun lets go of you— he’s behind you now, interlocking his hands over your navel and pulling you back against him as he slots his chin on your shoulder— your stomach drops, and you’re able to feel the way Yeonjun presses against you perfectly from behind.
Beomgyu lays back against the headboard, looking up from his phone as he sends you a pretty smile and a wave.
“Shit baby, when did you get this skirt? It barely covers you.” you’re blinking out of your stupor as you feel Yeonjun grinding against you, your body beginning to rock from the motion as you grab onto his forearms weakly— you’re startled, unable to help your weak whimper as you take in the way Beomgyu stares at you with hungry eyes.
And Yeonjun’s absolutely right— the pleated skirt is so short that it’s already ridden up, and you can feel your eyes hazing at the way he grinds his cock against your ass, against your panties that are already beginning to become soaked and sticky from your arousal.
“You know, I saw the way you were so eager to interact with gyu once I left,” he purrs into your ear, punctuating his words with a harsh thrust that has you bouncing and yelping weakly, “Have I been neglecting you that much, cutie? Am I not enough for you?”
“No, no no no,” you babble, already too stupid to make coherent sentences despite having yet been fucked, “Saw you flirting with fans, I just… wanted to get back at you, ugh—!”
Your mouth is falling open at the feeling of Yeonjun’s hand falling sharply on your skin— your ass stings from the sensation and your back arches in response, and Yeonjun’s free hand snakes its way up to grope your chest, pressing you back against him and spanking you again as he laughs darkly in your ear.
“Get back at me? You know I was just doing my job, right?” he’s mocking you— it’s mean and belittling as he rubs the stinging area for a second before landing another smack— hmm? he hums, egging on your response as his hand squeezes your breast warningly.
“You still ignored me,” you whine out, clearly not the answer Yeonjun wanted as he scoffs and undoubtedly rolls his eyes; he lets go of you, and you let out a soft yelp at the way he pushes you toward the bed— you stumble and fall face-first into it, bouncing on the mattress before you’re looking up in a daze— you’re meeting Beomgyu’s wicked smile the moment you come to your senses.
“Okay baby, if that’s how you wanna play. You really seemed to enjoy Beomgyu’s attention today, how about you get some more?” You’re not sure what he may mean by that until you’re being moved; you’re seated in Yeonjun’s lap on the bed, a pained whimper ripped out of your throat from the way he tugs your hair and pulls your head back— you’re staring at the ceiling as you feel your legs get thrown over Yeonjun’s, left to his mercy as he spreads you open completely.
“Fuck. Such an attention whore, aren’t you? How are you so wet already?” his tone is so, so mean and mocking as he rubs a hand over your panties, two fingers pressing down against your entrance as he watches the way your folds spill out from the action, hissing quietly before he’s laughing softly, “Did a little bit of grinding do all this to you? Or…”
He leans into your ear— he places a kiss behind it before his teeth begin to nibble at the flesh, laughing airily as his hands begin to rub up and down your trembling thighs.
“Were you thinking of getting fucked the whole show?”
Your lips fall into a silent gasp— Beomgyu’s lips are leaving open-mouthed kisses at the inside of your knees, his soft hair brushing against your skin as you attempt to look down at him— only to squeeze your eyes shut, Yeonjun’s long and slender fingers coming up to press down on your throat and hold your head up as he prevents you from looking, adding more pressure as he takes in the way you squirm from his grip.
Your hands are gripping your skirt. It’s bunched between your fingers as you attempt to close your legs, only to be stopped by Yeonjun’s as he continues to hold you open— in response, he spreads his legs a bit more, indulging in the pained whimper you let out from the stretch.
Beomgyu’s lips are inching up your thigh. He’s sucking and leaving marks, teeth teasingly sinking into the flesh as he takes in the way you jump and whine at the feeling— your eyes are screwed shut, and all you can hear is Beomgyu’s breathy laugh before he continues to make his way up.
Beomgyu is nothing but cruel as he continues to tease you; you think you might begin crying as you feel his lips begin to kiss softly at your clit, the feeling barely there as you begin to whine petulantly.
“Don’t be like that,” Yeonjun scolds, taking the way you’re practically trembling, “Shouldn’t you be thankful Beomgyu’s here to give you some attention? If you keep this up, I’ll just make you fuck against a pillow and leave you here while I go out for drinks with the others. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”
You can feel Yeonjun smile against your jaw as you frantically shake your head no. He gives you a chaste kiss on your cheek in return.
“Good girl. Now be patient, okay?”
God, how can you be patient when Beomgyu is still teasing you over your panties? They’re soaking and you feel pathetic as he continues to toy with you with his tongue, clearly eager to make you messier than you already are as his spit continues to soak the rest of your panties through— the whine you let out once he presses his tongue flat against your entrance is pathetic, but you don’t have any energy to feel embarrassed from it as he begins to press against your panties in an attempt to fuck you with his tongue.
You don’t know how long this goes on for— all you know is that you’re shaking and you feel your eyes sting with tears by the time his fingers begin ghosting along your thighs, his soft groans and sounds that come from below only leaving you more needy by the time his fingers finally hook under the waistband of your panties.
Your hips lift eagerly as he slides them down, and you don’t bother to take their teasing comments seriously as you blindly buck your hips toward Beomgyu’s face instead.
“What’s got you acting like this?” Yeonjun asks, his voice deep and gruff as he speaks in your ear, “Don’t tell me a little bit of teasing is what’s got you like this.”
A little bit of teasing is a severe understatement. You’re trembling over Yeonjun and your voice is breaking as you protest quietly— and if your boyfriend thinks you haven’t felt the way he’s been bucking and rutting his hips into you this whole time, he’s sorely mistaken.
All your spite melts away the moment Beomgyu gets his mouth on you— you’re jolting in surprise at the feeling of his face pressed flush against you, his tongue entering you with ease as he begins to fuck you with it like you desperately wanted; his nose is brushing against your clit and your hands blindly go to tug at his hair in a weak attempt to pull him closer still, entirely shameless of the way your hips grind into his face to chase pleasure— the way he groans and hums against you only makes your head spin, tugging at his roots weakly in an attempt to distract yourself.
Yeonjun’s hand presses against your throat— the pressure has you going dizzy, and you don’t seem to realize that he’s tilted your head back down until he’s squeezing teasingly, growling in your ear to look.
Slowly, your eyes flutter open.
“Gyu…”
The said man’s eyes flicker up to gauge your expression— only he finds that you’re not looking at him, but rather behind him— in other words, straight at the full-length mirror you sit in front of, hazed eyes taking in the sight of you on your boyfriend’s lap, his hand on your throat and the other pushing up your crop top to play with your breasts, followed by the sight of Beomgyu kneeled between your spread legs, his head neatly tucked under the skirt you wear as he diligently goes back to eating you out like a starved man.
Your mind has gone dumb from the stimulation— so much so that you were barely able to keep track of the hands on your body, your chest jutting out from the way Yeonjun plays with your nipples and your thighs shaking from the way Beomgyu massages them teasingly. You think you might just receive a noise complaint from the way you can barely keep your sounds down, your hips beginning to roll against Beomgyu’s face as you feel your orgasm beginning to approach.
“So fucking loud,” Yeonjun growls, his hand leaving your tits before he’s putting two of his fingers into your mouth— and like the “good bitch” you are, you take them without hesitation, your lips sucking on them while your tongue runs along his fingers diligently.
It does little to muffle your sounds, however. You can’t take your eyes off the sight in front of you, incredibly needy as you begin to push Beomgyu against you and practically suffocate him with your pussy— but, judging by the way he groans in response and moves his head side to side before pressing firmly against your cunt, you don’t think he minds it.
“Is he making you feel good? Yeah?” Yeonjun asks, cutting off your frantic nodding before he’s shoving his fingers deeper into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue— your mouth is left open and you can only watch helplessly as drool begins to gather at the corner of your lips, your hips jumping up at the way Beomgyu’s tongue toys with your clit before he’s back to fucking you— the way you react to the action has him repeating it, and it isn’t long before you’re letting out a long whine and cumming all over his face.
“Good girl. Fuck that’s so hot, that’s right, ride it out…” Yeonjun’s hand leaves your neck in favor of gripping your hips and guiding your movements, grinning wolfishly at the way you simply cry softly and wrap your lips around his fingers in response, a stray tear running down your cheek as your mouth falls open weakly once more, beginning to melt from the way Beomgyu has yet to pull away, feverish mouth still on your cunt as he begins to clean you up despite your weak cries of overstimulation.
Beomgyu’s face is shining from your arousal by the time he finally pulls away. He’s sitting back on his knees and looking up at you with puppy eyes as he pouts, swollen lips reddened as he takes in the way your pussy still glistens from your arousal and his spit, your body twitching from the aftershocks as you merely whine once your eyes meet.
“Felt good baby?” Yeonjun asks you, letting you go before he’s laying you back on the bed— you’re reaching out for him, grabbing his shirt and tugging him back to you in a weak attempt to get him on top of you, only to fail miserably— he chuckles softly before his hands come up, encasing your own before he’s pulling them off; his gaze darkens.
“Show me just how much you liked gyu’s attention, yeah?” he asks, and you watch with wide eyes as he begins to step away, ignoring your weak attempts to get him to come back before he’s getting comfortable on a chair across the bed; squeezing your legs together, you’re left helpless as you watch Beomgyu rise to his feet and begin to hover over you instead.
“Don’t you wanna be good for him?” Beomgyu asks, placing a tentative hand on your waist and watching as you shiver from the sensation, “For us? Hmm?”
The pathetic whine you let out in response is enough for him, watching as you shyly reach up to grab at his shirt before you’re pulling him towards you.
Beomgyu’s hands are big and warm as he places them on your thighs, sneaking to the underside and pushing them against you as he begins to spread you properly— you’re left folded and at his mercy as you simply look at him with curious eyes, fingers splayed neatly on your chest as you begin to play with your breasts absentmindedly.
You’re shameless as you watch Beomgyu take his cock out— even more so when you begin to squirm, eyes widening slightly just from the mere sight; god, he’s huge.
“What’s with the reaction baby?” Yeonjun calls out, and you’re snapped out of your daze as you look at where your boyfriend sits, slouched in the chair and palming himself casually as he watches, “Something on your mind?”
You shake your head no— but as Beomgyu slowly aligns himself with your entrance, leaking tip beginning to glide along your cunt as he spreads your arousals, you can’t hold back the shaky whimper you let out, your voice breaking from the sound as you grasp at the sheets under you.
He’s big— just like your boyfriend, who always has to take his time prepping you before he finally fucks you; the only difference here, however, is that Beomgyu has never fucked you before, so he certainly won’t be aware of the struggle he’ll be met with as his tip finally begins to prod at your entrance, testing out the waters before he finally pulls out again.
Yeonjun, however, is fully aware of this fact.
Maybe that’s why you take in the way his lips quirk up in a mischievous smile as Beomgyu finally begins to enter you— hissing at the stretch, going insanely slow due to the way you clench down on him like a vice, the feeling enough to make him cum if he’s not too careful.
You’re a trembling and squirming mess under him— your eyes are screwed shut when he grabs onto your hips, telling you to stop fucking moving as the sheer strength of his hold is enough to have you freezing.
“Shit, such a cute little thing, always begging for attention— don’t even care that it’s not your boyfriend fucking you, huh?”
God, this is so embarrassing— especially with the way you practically melt at Beomgyu’s touch, weak whimpers flowing from you the moment you feel him bottom out, hips pressed flush against yours as he simply… remains still. Clenching around him pathetically, all shame is thrown out the window as you begin to attempt fucking yourself on his cock, trying to get any stimulation you can before his fingertips are digging into your skin— a clear warning to fucking sit still, as he growls out.
Slowly, he pulls out; you can feel every vein that runs along his length from how slow he goes, your walls fluttering in a desperate attempt to keep him inside as you let out a soft whine— he quickly rams into you after that, ripping a shameless moan from you and making your body jostle back against the mattress, only to get pulled back into him by his hands.
He’s able to build his pace that way— your body is his to control as he begins fucking you, rutting into you wildly as he takes in the way your eyes glaze with pleasure, weak cries and moans escaping your mouth as he simply smiles down at you coyly.
“Beomgyu,” you hear Yeonjun say, though you don’t have the strength to look over at him as you watch Beomgyu turn his head over, his thrusts slowing to something deep and slow as the two seemingly converse— you’re unable to hear what your boyfriend says, but you know he’s up to no good as you pick up on his last words.
“Do it, you’ll see how much she likes it.”
Before you can question what he could possibly mean by that, a choked cry is leaving you; Beomgyu has returned his rough pace of fucking you, your words dying on your tongue as you’re left to pant and moan pathetically— your back arches off the bed the moment you feel his hand fall on your stomach, pressing down on the bulge of his cock inside you and watching the way you bite your lip in a failed attempt to conceal the squeal he rips out of you; the pressure of his hand makes you tighten around him more, and the laugh he lets out would be enough to embarrass you if you weren’t so fucked out.
“Like feeling me? Am I too big for you, sweet thing?” he asks, whiny and attempting to mimic your tone as he sends you a pathetic pout, no doubt a reflection of your expression, “Can you feel me, baby? Feels good?”
Your eyes roll back the moment he brings your hand over to press on the bulge yourself; you’re letting out a soft fuck that has the two men chuckling, only able to come to your senses long enough to see that Yeonjun has begun to stroke himself where he sits, dark gaze never leaving your body as he watches everything with interest.
Yeonjun is mumbling something again— it makes your heart race that you’re unable to pick up on it, much more focused on the way Beomgyu continues to fuck you to be able to pay attention to the conversation the two are having; before you can take any offense to it, Beomgyu is pulling out, the two of you hissing from the suddenness of it all before he’s guiding you to move.
“You look so pretty like this.”
Yeonjun’s smile is warm as he meets your gaze— though you’re unable to see it for much longer, your head being pushed into the mattress as Beomgyu raises your hips a little more, landing a slap to your ass before he’s thrusting into you fully in one go— you think that if your face hadn’t been buried in the sheets, you definitely would’ve been scolded for being so loud.
This position allows Beomgyu to fuck into you a little rougher; something Yeonjun told him you just go crazy for, and he knows it must be true if the way your walls flutter and suck him in are any sign, the feeling making it harder for him to not dump his load inside you then and there.
“Pull her hair,” Yeonjun grins, watching as you nuzzle your face into the mattress for comfort, “She loves when you do that— isn’t that right, baby?”
Beomgyu doesn’t need to be told twice; he’s grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging you hard enough that you’re being pulled up, pressed flush against his chest as Beomgyu’s hand snakes around your waist and circles your clit— if it weren’t for his arms that held you up against him, you’re sure you would’ve collapsed back down from the sheer pleasure.
His hand lets go of your hair in favor to wrap around your neck; his index finger taps at your cheek as he begins to put a slight pressure, watching as you become lightheaded and struggle to open your eyes upon his request.
“Don’t you want your boyfriend to see how good you’re getting fucked?”
His words shouldn’t spur you on as much as they do— but the way Beomgyu continues to spew absolute filth in your ears paired with the way Yeonjun stares at you as though he’s ready to pounce on you any second has you nearing yet another orgasm— and judging by the way Beomgyu hisses into your ear, you’re sure he notices it.
“Shit, such a greedy thing, so desperate to get fucked that you don’t care who it is, hmm?” Beomgyu says, laughing softly at the way you begin to squirm from his grip, “Feel good? Gonna cum on my cock? Hmm? Don’t even feel guilty that your boyfriend is watching you get fucked so good, just wanna get used, isn’t that right?”
You’re barely able to keep track of the shit Beomgyu is saying— all you know is that you’re intoxicated with the way his voice sounds, strained and shaky as his broken moans interrupt his sentences, the sound of skin against skin overwhelming your senses as you finally come down— your eyes are shutting tight as you feel yourself go weak, falling limp under Beomgyu’s hold before he lets you go entirely— and you’re falling back into the mattress, grabbing desperately at the sheets in a weak attempt to ground yourself.
The sudden rush of blood to your head only amplifies everything as Beomgyu lets you ride out your orgasm; he’s rough and unrelenting as he chases his own high, reassuring you quietly that he’s almost there, just a bit more, be a good girl and take it, okay?
It doesn’t take long before Beomgyu’s pace is stuttering, his hands gripping your waist and using you as a fucktoy as he begins groaning that he’s close.
“Want me to cum inside?” he asks, his voice breathy and dazed as he watches the way you simply whine and nod your head, “Yeah? Dump my load and fill you up like a good cumslut? Love letting me use you how I’d like?”
A weak yes! yesyesyes! is all that leaves you before he’s burying himself as deep as he can and cumming inside you; you feel so warm and full as you feel him spurt his cum inside you, whining quietly and nuzzling more into the blankets as you let him ride his orgasm out.
A moment passes— he has yet to pull out.
“So?” Yeonjun asks, a lot closer than you expected as he suddenly takes your hair and forces you up, ignoring your weak protests with a roll of his eyes, “What do you think baby? You want more of his attention, or are you finally gonna apologize for being such a fucking bitch to me?”
You let out a noncommittal whine— Yeonjun’s brow quirks in interest, but he simply looks back at Beomgyu with a soft smile.
“Think you can dump another load in her?”
Beomgyu’s cock is already hardening inside you— the whine you let out is left in vain as Yeonjun simply directs his hardened cock to your lips, tapping his leaking tip against them as he begins to spread his arousal along them, smiling wickedly as you send him a pleading smile.
“You know how this works, doll,” he hums out, smacking his dick on your lips with a soft laugh, “You know the safe words; you say it and everything stops— so stop acting like a helpless bitch.”
Softly, his hand taps your cheek.
“Now open up, won’t you?”
You’re obedient as always as you do what he says immediately. Your eyes are watery as you allow him to use your mouth just how he likes, the vibrations of your moans from the way Beomgyu continues to fuck you making Yeonjun pathetically bite his lips to conceal his sounds— of course, it doesn’t work, and all he’s left with in the end are swollen and reddened lips you’re fighting the urge to kiss.
By the time Beomgyu is cumming inside you again, Yeonjun is above you groaning that he’s close; you’re whimpering at the feeling of being filled a second time tonight as Yeonjun takes his cock out and furrows his brows in concentration, taking in your fucked out face before he spills his load all over you; your eyes close as you feel the spurts of cum land on your lips, cheeks, and shirt, over the bold I ♡ TXT as Yeonjun only smiles with pride; you’re whimpering pathetically as Yeonjun proceeds to use his sensitive tip to spread his release across your lips, hissing quietly as your tongue darts out to lick it teasingly.
“Yeonjun,” you whimper out, looking up at your boyfriend with eyes that almost make his knees buckle, “Still need you. Want you inside me.”
He grins— how could he deny such a request?
In the blink eye, you’ve changed positions, now lying on your back— Beomgyu is no longer inside you, sending you a wolfish grin as he places one last kiss on your head, patting your thigh slyly before he’s sending you off to Yeonjun; after all your teasing and subjecting himself to watch for so long, Yeonjun can feel his refractory period turn to ashes the moment he finally slides himself inside you, your thighs dripping with Beomgyu’s cum as more comes out the moment Yeonjun bottoms out.
“Fuck,” he hisses, moving slowly before he’s forced to stop from the feeling of you clenching around him, “How are you still so tight? Did you miss me that much, pretty?”
Without a second thought, you nod— Yeonjun simply laughs at that, beginning to move slowly and watching the way your face contorts in pleasure before he’s glancing back to the chair he sat in, making eye contact with Beomgyu as he sends him a grin.
“You know, she really likes it when you do this,” he says, taking your legs and throwing them over his shoulders as he begins to fuck you roughly; you’re yelping and crying from the overstimulation, highly sensitive as hot tears begin escaping your eyes, “Don’t you, baby? Feel good right now?”
“Too— too much, jjunie,” you hiccup, though the way your pussy tightens around him says otherwise, your hands are desperate to grab onto something as you hold onto your skirt, crumpling the fabric in your hands as you allow Yeonjun to pull your shirt up, feeling the way his expert fingers play with your breasts and tug at your nipples, the movement almost memorized at this point.
“Too much?” he coos, not slowing his pace for a second as he watches you nod, taking in your teary eyes hungrily, “Want it to stop? Gonna say the safe word?”
You don’t respond.
“‘Course you won’t,” he hums, slapping you softly and huffing out a laugh at the way his cum has begun to dry on your face, the feeling filthy as you simply whine, his hand cupping your face and squeezing your cheeks until your lips are forced in an open pout; he leans in, his hair brushing against your forehead as he continues to fuck you.
“You love being used as a cumdump too much to say it, don’t you?”
Without a further warning, his index finger tugs at your lower lip, forcing your mouth open a little more— then, he spits.
You come undone shortly after.
Yeonjun’s pace doesn’t slow down throughout any of it; not when you squeeze him so tight your cunt is practically choking his dick, not when you begin squirming and crying under him, and certainly not when he feels his own high approaching, only fueled even more when your pretty acrylics come up to dig at his shoulder, letting out a loud cry as he hits a particularly sensitive spot and scratching along his back, the stinging sensation enough to set Yeonjun off as he cums inside you— he sits back and watches as even more cum leaks out, your body already exhausted beyond relief as you simply let your eyes close and your chest heaves as you catch your breath.
Yeonjun is rubbing your thighs soothingly, waiting for your eyes to flutter open again before he begins to speak.
“Was that enough attention for you?” he asks— he’s hovering over you again, a mischievous smile growing on his face as he looks down at you and the mess he’s made, “I think you deserve a bit more.”
Warnings: smut, dom! yeonjun, jealous! Yeonjun, fingering, giving head, penetration, mentions of cum, language, orgasm, cum on the face, nipple biting, Yeonjun being nasty asf! Reader also nasty.
Word counts: 3.6k
Summary: You have a crush on Yeonjun but you don’t know if he likes you so you use your best friend, Soobin to pry a confession from Yeonjun. Yeonjun already has a crush on you but he gets jealous of Soobin because how close you two are. There’s only one way he settle his jealousy
“Listen up you little shit, I don’t care that your boyfriend doesn’t like you, just give me the stuff I missed about class” you reread your message you’re about to send to your friend at Soobin.
You didn’t hear a response so you look up, Soobin just stare blankly at you. Beomgyu was also staring at you blankly.
“Should I add please then?” You ask. They didn’t respond.
“Maybe if you remove the first part, it’ll be better?” Beomgyu asks.
“Or don’t send the text at all?” Soobin asks. You suck your teeth at him.
“Or even better, go to school next time” You hear Kai’s voice. You look around and find him hiding in the kitchen.
“Why did you even miss school today?” Soobin asks. You sigh and set your phone down.
“I felt sick” you lied. They all started laughing.
“So you’re sick every day?” He asks, he knows you like missing school for no reason at all.
“You caught me” you cross your arms as you lay your head on his shoulder and close your eyes.
You felt a flick on your forehead, you hiss and curse. You open your eyes to see Yeonjun’s staring at you. You felt your cheeks get red. “Stop skipping school,” he said and sat on the couch across the room. You close your jaw and look up at Soobin who was already smirking at you.
I'm an incredibly shy introvert in real life but love talking to people with the same interests as me online, I have a very sarcastic and sometimes "edgy" sense of humor(I promise I'm still a great person though). I love playing games, drawing and writing.
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Sharing Is Caring ♡ Yeongyu x (Fem)Reader
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Zzang Games♡ Soobin x (Fem)Reader
Hangang river ♡ Yeonjun x (Fem)Reader
↬ pairing: popular!yeonjun x reader x pervy!beomgyu
↬ genre: camp!au
↬ summary: as a dare you go out skinny dipping all alone, you hope nobody will come to embarrass you. but beomgyu has other plans in which yeonjun wants to stop him from doing.
↬ wc: 3,506
↬ warnings: pervy gyu, groping, kisses in various places, handj0b, oral s3x, unprotected s3x, double pen3tration, overstimulation
↬ a/n: i’m not sure how i feel abt this one. i don’t rlly like how it turned out😭. does anyone have any requests??? i’m not entirely sure what i wanna do next.
↬ date: march 15th, 2025
“lets play truth or dare!” chaewon says, you and your friends all sitting in a circle in one of the cabins.
“i swear we play this every night.” hanni whispered to you, following beside you.
you decided to sit down next to yeonjun, he was a very friendly student at your college. not to mention he was super popular and very handsome.
hanni sat down on your left side, the opposite side of yeonjun.
yeonjun gave a few side glances to you, not wanting to particularly eyeball you or anything. he just thought you looked cute in your pajamas.
beomgyu who was sitting across from you thought the same thing. except he was much more confident about staring at you.
beomgyu had always had a crush on you but he tried to keep it more subtle and playful. yeonjun knew he had feelings for you as well but didn’t want to ruin your friendship.
“i’ll start! heeseung, truth or dare?” sakura asked, staring towards him.
“uh… truth.” heeseung replied awkwardly, not really wanting to play but joining in just because everybody else was.
“what’s the last lie you told?” she said.
“…what i told the counseler earlier. that i’ve never left my cabin after hours.” heeseung shrugged. “i am right now, so.”
“boring.” beomgyu yawned.
“he’s been eyeing you this whole time.” hanni whispered the obvious to you. beomgyu wasn’t ever subtle about staring at you.
“do you have anything better to ask?” sakura glared over at beomgyu.
beomgyu immediately eyed yeonjun, who knew he was definitely going to be asked by beomgyu now.
“truth or dare yeonjun?” beomgyu asked, to no ones surprise.
“truth.” yeonjun said, leaning back with his arms holding him up as he sat on the cabin floor.
“have you ever had a crush on anyone in this room?” beomgyu smirked.
yeonjun swallowed hard, making sure to stay looking forward and definitely not glance at you since it would give away his feelings immediately.
“yes. i have.” yeonjun said, glaring at him since beomgyu definitely knew he had a crush on you. but its not like he didn’t have a crush on you either.
“ooohh!” jeongin cooed, making a little joke since he knew through beomgyu that yeonjun did in fact have a crush on you. hanni giggled.
“i’ll go next!” sunoo said next to jeongin.
“y/n.” he said. you immediately froze and looked up towards where sunoo was sitting, surprised. “truth or dare?” he asked.
“oh uh…” you didn’t want to look dumb in front of yeonjun, so you confidently said, “dare.”
“ahhh, you’re so brave y/n!” hanni, as your friend, hyped you up.
feeling impressed but also worried yeonjun stared at you in shock. sunoo always gave the craziest dares. he didn’t care. so that worried him a little bit.
“i dare you to go skinny dipping outside!” sunoo said.
your face turned red and you glanced towards yeonjun who also seemed to be a little flustered by just the thought of you doing that. beomgyu was smirking all the while.
hanni had her mouth covered in shock, not entirely sure if you were up to doing something as crazy as that or not.
“do it! do it!” chaewon encouraged.
“i- uhm…” you covered your face for a moment, in complete shock.
“you don’t have to do it if you don't want too, it’s just a dumb game.” sakura assured, smiling at you. “yeah, and that’s also insane.” hanni added.
“n-no it’s fine, i’ll do it.” you rolled your eyes, standing up off the cabin floors. “nobody comes with though right?” you ask.
“you’re really going to do it?!” hanni yelled, shocked.
“no, of course not.” sunoo says. “i’ll make sure of it.”
“how long do i have to stay out there for?” you ask.
“just like, twenty minutes or so...” sunoo replied.
“twenty minutes or s-! nevermind… i’ll be back soon then.” you rolled your eyes, sighing and leaving the cabin with a towel.
“g-good luck y/n! ” hanni yelled, still feeling stunned by your response.
“we’ll continue playing while your out there!” chaewon added, yelling from the cabin.
after walking away you turned around for a moment to make sure nobody was following you before you approached the nearby beach. you kicked off your slippers in the grass before getting to the sand.
it was quiet out, the only sounds were the waves from the beach and some crickets in the distance. and now the sound of you walking across the sand.
getting to the dock, you made your way to the farthest point across it. the very end of the dock. you placed your towel down right there where you could get to it fast when you got out, and slowly started to strip.
you started by pulling down your pajama pants before completely removing them and setting them aside. then you pulled the big plain white t-shirt you wore off.
“damn, i guess i’m really doing this.” you thought to yourself, before sighing and unclipping your bra. letting it fall onto the dock. after that you pulled down your underwear and set everything in front of the towel you had ready.
you thought it’d be better to quickly get in, since you were already naked you’d rather not spend more time standing on the dock like that.
you jumped off the end of the dock, splashing into the water. the water was almost up to your neck, just below your collarbones which made you feel kinda better.
swimming in place you noticed the moon shining in the distance. it was almost a full moon, a waning gibbous. it looked beautiful. especially the way it reflected off the dark waters.
you suddenly couldn’t stop thinking about choi yeonjun.
what did he think about you doing this? you’re not entirely sure why you wondered that, but it was a thought you had.
i guess you really wouldn’t know what his reaction would be to this unless he was actually here, in the water with you.
not you making yourself blush again, these silly little daydreams were going to kill you.
you shivered a bit, the water felt so cold during the night. you folded your arms as some sort of way to caress your own body through the heat.
all the sudden you heard someone on the dock, it was yeonjun in his swim trunks. you gasped and got even more flustered, turning entirely red as you tried covering yourself more. (although it wasn’t easy to see you in the dark waters)
“yeonjun?!” you yelled.
“y/n, i’m sorry for coming out here.” he said, “but beomgyu is trying to get to you and- he’s right there!” yeonjun yelled, crashing into the water.
you were frightened, and panicked as yeonjun stood in the water in front of you. fighting a swimming beomgyu in front of him. “beomgyu you pervert! i told you not too!”
“what the hell is going on?!” you yelled.
“beomgyu snuck out of the cabin so i followed him. i knew what he was up to when he got his swim trunks on so i got mine on as well to come and stop whatever he was going to be up too.” yeonjun glared at him.
“i’m not up to anything!” beomgyu said, “i just wanted to swim.”
“maybe in an alternate universe.” yeonjun sighed, pushing him back underwater.
you blushed, although you were extremely embarrassed right now, you were thankful that yeonjun had come to help. it felt so sweet of him.
you didn’t even realize how close yeonjun was to you until you were looking right up into his eyes. he awkwardly smiled at you, rubbing the back of his neck.
you both just stood there in front of each other for a moment. eyes yearning for something more, or some sort of move to happen.
“y/n?” yeonjun said, blushing.
he knew this was a terrible time to do this but he was growing impatient, and he wanted you to finally know now that you were alone with his only competition.
“what is it yeonjun?” you blushed. almost forgetting that beomgyu was swimming around nearby the two of you.
“would you punch me if i kissed you right now? i mean i know you’re… you know… but i just can’t hold back my feelings right now.” he said.
that was almost all you wanted to hear for you to lean upwards and kiss his plump lips. he kissed back, gently holding you from around your back.
you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his neck as you kissed. not even realizing your bare breasts would be against his chest in the water.
“you guys definitely forgot about me.” beomgyu swam beside the two of you.
you and yeonjun quickly pulled away, blushing like crazy.
“you promised yeonjun.” beomgyu glared at him.
you were confused, promised what?
yeonjun sighed, knowing he owed beomgyu for helping him to confess first. he looked at you reluctantly, not sure how you’d respond.
“so, beomgyu kinda helped me confess to you and… i kind of owe him so…” yeonjun felt ridiculous even saying this, he rolled his eyes. “he wants you to kiss him as well. but only if you’re okay with it.”
“sure.” you smiled, beomgyu always was super pretty. you didn’t feel wrong about having to kiss him.
beomgyu smiled at you as you swam towards him. he held your waist confidently, making your body shiver. he leaned down towards your face and you both kissed for a moment.
“i’m sorry y/n- i hope you really didn’t mind doing that.”
“i’m fine. i’ve always found both of you super attractive anyways…” you blushed.
your face was entirely red by now, swimming naked next to two attractive boys was the last thing you’d expect to happen tonight.
before you could say anything else, you felt yeonjun’s presence swim up behind you before snaking his arms around your waist. replacing beomgyu’s hands.
you blushed, not knowing what to say as you felt butterflies in your lower tummy.
“could i feel them…?” yeonjun asked, obviously referring to your breasts that weren’t far above where his hands were.
“y-yeah… of course.” you blushed, his hands moved slowly to your breasts as he gently squeezed them. making a small whimper escape your lips that made beomgyu smirk.
you already felt yeonjun’s hardness start to grow against your back and butt.
beomgyu pinched your nipples lightly, but it still made you let out a small moan.
“your voice is so pretty when you moan…” beomgyu said. yeonjun’s hands were still on your breasts from behind as beomgyu teased your nipples.
“mmh, gyu!” you whimpered as he teased your hardened nipples under the water. “quit teasing her.” yeonjun said.
“she likes it. you heard her moans.” beomgyu said, looking deep into your eyes.
you felt too flustered to speak, i mean what was their to say? he was definitely right. but still you wanted more.
“it’s too cold in here. let’s go to me and beomgyu’s cabin. sound alright with you y/n?” yeonjun asked.
you nodded and smiled. “i’d love to go with you guys…”
“to continue what we started.” beomgyu smirked, giving your nipples another squeeze that makes you whimper again before helping you out of the water.
“you’re body is beautiful…” yeonjun blushed, staring you up and down. he grabbed the towel quickly. “here, put this on while we get to the cabin. i’ll carry your clothes.”
“thank you yeonjun.” you smiled, and the three of you went to yeonjun and beomgyu’s cabin. once you got there yeonjun let you sit down on his bed.
beomgyu sat beside you, as yeonjun set your clothes down and then sat on the other side of you.
their boners we’re very noticeable, a huge tent in their swimming trunks. and they were both very big.
you slowly removed the towel from your body. yeonjun and beomgyu stared.
“wow… you’re body is so beautiful.” yeonjun blushed. “i could tell just by how you felt…” beomgyu said, placing his hand onto your breast.
you confidently felt both of their bulges through their swim trunks. both of them letting out a small groan in surprise.
“ah, y/n- fuck.” yeonjun said as you massaged his bulge.
you already knew you were super wet from all of this, and not just from the water either. you felt so good for them.
you pulled down beomgyu’s swim trunks, his size springing out from them and his cock resting gently against his stomach.
you did the same with yeonjun’s and started to give him a handjob as you got on your knees in front of beomgyu.
“oh, fuck.” beomgyu looked at you, yeonjun groaning softly next to you.
placing your mouth around the tip of beomgyu’s dick, you teased the tip with your tongue a bit.
“don’t tease me, y/n.” he said, grabbing a handful of your hair and pushing you down on his cock. you almost gagged from the sudden fullness in your throat.
taking his length he helped you suck as you continued to use your hand to stroke yeonjun’s dick.
“ah, baby.” yeonjun moaned, leaning backwards as you continued to stroke him. “mmh- i want you to fuck me!” you removed your mouth from beomgyu’s cock.
“someone’s needy.” beomgyu said, as yeonjun smiled at you. “i’ll fuck you first then.” he said, you moved positions so that you were on top of beomgyu but still in doggystyle so yeonjun had access to you from behind.
you were flustered as you placed your mouth on beomgyu’s tip again, going all the way down you started to choke on his big size again.
from behind you felt yeonjun as he got closer and started to rub his cock against your slick folds. you whimpered softly around beomgyu’s cock, only making him feel even better from the vibrations.
yeonjun continued to tease your pussy for a while before asking, “are you ready baby?”
“y-yes!” you said, already eagerly waiting. beomgyu made sure you were choking on his dick again as yeonjun pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance.
“m-mmh~!” you moaned as you sucked beomgyu off. he also thrusted his cock up into your mouth to make sure you were taking all of it good.
slowly yeonjun began to push deep inside of you. each inch inside your walls making you clench slightly.
“f-fuck…” yeonjun moaned, when he was completely inside you stayed still. making you whimper.
“y-you’re so tight, goddamn.” yeonjun gripped onto your ass cheeks to have something to hold onto.
“good girl.” beomgyu said as you continued to take it in your mouth and pussy.
“i-im gonna move now, shit…” yeonjun said, slowly his dick began to drag against your gummy walls, thrusting in and out.
“ah! fuck!” yeonjun cursed, moving at a slow but steady pace for now. making you whimper and tighten around him.
“you’re so hot.” beomgyu said, caressing your cheek down to your chin. “you take me so good.”
yeonjun started to move faster, making your walls clench more. beomgyu pulled out of your mouth slowly, resting his cock against your face as you moaned out loud non stop.
beomgyu then sat up, scooting towards yeonjun. “lay down so she can ride you.” beomgyu said, and yeonjun did so while keeping inside of you.
now on top of him with your legs spread but looking in beomgyu’s direction and not being able to see yeonjun’s face anymore, beomgyu started to rub your clit.
“g-gyu~ fuck!” you moaned out, riding yeonjun’s dick as he held onto your waist.
“gonna cum for us baby?” beomgyu teased, rubbing your clit at a fast pace. “fuck that’s hot.” yeonjun groaned.
“y-yes, gyu, jjun- dammit!” you yelled out, overwhelmed by the pleasure.
yeonjun used your waist to push you deeper onto his dick and start helping you ride him for when you were close enough to cum.
yeonjun being so deep pounding you and beomgyu rubbing your clit so quickly made the knot in your stomach tighten as you knew you were about to cum.
“i-i’m coming!!” you yelled out, it was taking everything in yeonjun’s power to not cum in you then and there.
“cum for us, babe.” beomgyu said, “fuck, yeah.” yeonjun added as he pounded into you.
you squeezed tighter around him before releasing, your cum dripping around his cock as you both moaned and panted in pure pleasure.
“mm, so good.” beomgyu said, removing his fingers from your swollen clit.
you turned around and fell down onto yeonjuns stomach, your breasts now against his bare chest. you panted softly.
behind you, beomgyu was rubbing his tip against your clit and folds. this made yeonjun become competitive.
“i’m gonna fuck you more, okay?” yeonjun asked you, and you nodded in response. “s-sure.” you said. yeonjun placed his cock against your entrance and quickly pushed himself inside again, making you moan.
“two can play at that game.” beomgyu smirked, “are you worried i might fuck her better or something?”
yeonjun continued to move, ignoring beomgyu. this definitely didn’t stop beomgyu because he pressed his tip against your entrance as yeonjun was already pounding inside you.
“a-ah~!” you moaned loudly, “i’ll make it fit, don’t worry baby.” beomgyu smirked, shoving himself deep inside you alongside yeonjun’s cock.
you moaned out even more, beomgyu letting out a loud groan of pleasure. your legs trembling slightly as beomgyu grabbed onto your ass.
“you couldn’t just wait your turn?” yeonjun continues to fuck you. beomgyu already going at a quicker pace than yeonjun is.
you were moaning like crazy, your eyes rolling back. you had never felt so stuffed before. it was crazy how they both were fucking in and out of you so good.
“fuck that.” beomgyu said, “mmh, you feel so good.” beomgyu continued to pound into you. balls slapping against your ass.
“damn it… y/n i’m close!” yeonjun continued to pound into you alongside beomgyu.
“m-me too…” beomgyu growled, only making you become even closer to orgasm as well.
“i-im gonna cum too!” you yelled. “ah!”
that was all yeonjun needed to hear for him to pound harder to make sure you came because of him. which you did start to cum just as yeonjun and beomgyu released their cum inside of you. shooting in multiple spirts of cum.
all of you moaning and panting equally. it was a mess. you felt so full, fuller than ever. and it was so warm inside of you.
after a minute or so of sitting there with both their cocks still inside you, beomgyu slowly pulled out. letting you sit up off of yeonjun’s cock as it fell onto his stomach. cum leaking from your abused hole.
“that was so good…” yeonjun said, catching his breath. you nodded, “m-mmh- yes.”
“we made a mess out of you.” beomgyu teased.
you sat upright, your legs feeling super sore. but beomgyu wasn’t done. he pushed you down onto the bed. in missionary with your legs spread and almost wrapping around him from surprise.
“g-gyu?” you blushed, and he smirked at you lustfully. “i need you more y/n. you’re pussy is so good. i need more of you.” he aligned himself with your entrance.
“a-ah~” you moaned out.
yeonjun sat on his knees next to you, his cock bulging up against your face.
beomgyu pushed inside you and you moaned out, yeonjun also pushing himself inside of your mouth. “mmh~” you went all the way down on it, choking on it.
beomgyu squeezed your thighs as he pounded in and out of you all of the sudden, making you gasp and moan and whimper underneath him.
“so sexy, take yeonjun’s dick while i fuck you.” beomgyu said, pounding even harder than before. making you squeeze around him, exactly what beomgyu wanted.
“ah~ fuck. y/n… i’m already getting close again, your mouth is so perfect~” yeonjun moaned, a sexy deep groan from beomgyu emerged as he pounded you aggressively.
beomgyu reached down to rub your clit again as he pounded you. yeonjuns dick twitching inside your mouth already.
“i’m gonna cum, fuck! take my cum y/n!” beomgyu yelled, groaning deeply.
“me too! ah!” yeonjun gasped, groaning as well.
you felt yeonjun’s cum flood down your throat as he pounded to the deepest point he could. beomgyu’s cum shooting deep inside you with every squirt of cum.
this automatically made you squirt with them, so you all came together.
after you all stayed in place panting for a moment, beomgyu slowly pulled out along with yeonjun. the two both collapsed on either side of you.
“that was the best.” beomgyu said, yeonjun nodding in agreement. “yeah…” he said, looking towards you. “what did you think y/n?”
“i-it was so good…” you were at a loss for words, all flustered and overstimulated. you laid there catching your breath.
“we’ll have to do it again sometime.” beomgyu smirked.
“y/n? are you in there?!” you heard hanni yell, knocking at the door of yeonjun and beomgyu’s cabin.
Stage presence is largely about freedom, and taking all the clothes off is a form of freedom on your stage.
Beomgyu always strips down during the final chorus, and Yeonjun often takes the stage wearing nothing but his pants. The amount of clothing worn on hot summer days is even less. Photos of them singing your most romantic songs while circling around you wearing only their underwear and sunglasses have the power to create the same impact on social media every single time.
It's become a cliché for you to be at the center of that scene and for them to treat you like a princess. Feeling the cold surface of Beomgyu's guitar against your skin and having him rest his chin on your neck, murmuring the lyrics into your skin until you bring the microphone between your lips; Yeonjun positioning himself behind you, grabbing your hips to press them against his, sometimes lifting you up, making out with the microphone, and all the other freaky things…
They're keeping everyone awake.
But perhaps all those creative headline names attributed to your group need to be tried much harder this time. You feel this with all your heart. While your heart is still beating very fast.
Simply.
It was really simple. When the final chord ended with its noisy melody, Beomgyu approached, placed his guitar somewhere on the stage, his serious, intimate gaze shining amid the adrenaline and screams—since the song ended, every passing second grew louder and louder. And that small, not-so-quiet silence settled in between you and him.
He slowly wrapped his arms around you, pressing his palms against your stomach so you could lean against his chest. He let you listen to his ragged breathing from the show, and you could feel his sweaty chin on your temple. He let you savor every second of it.
It was slow, so slow.
The videos that will soon pop up everywhere will prove you wrong and show that you were basically possessed at that moment.
But it was slow for you.
That moment.
He lifted your black miniskirt from the sides, just enough to slide his hands under it and find your panties. Careful not to expose much of your thighs, he pulled them down slowly while lowering himself at the same pace. Slowly until his knees touched the stage’s shiny black, and you felt his warm breath on the side of your upper leg.
Beomgyu definitely wanted to drive the crowd wild and live up to the “freak” label the magazines had pinned on your group, but there was something he couldn't hide in his eyes this time. He didn't have his usual smirk when doing things like this. There was only that serious, intimate look.
You thought he was going to throw your panties into the crowd, but instead he put it in his pocket and finally took his eyes off you.
And even though contact had ended, it was still unclear whether he was acting or not.
Yeonjun stood there with his hands in his pockets, grinning widely and shaking his head at Beomgyu. And you were the prettiest thing while playing with Beomgyu like the princess you are. Like you weren't stunned at all. Delicious with flushed cheeks and nothing under your skirt, the fresh air caressing you there.
“Easy, Boston!” he shouted, implying the sounds your panties had just created. “Did you bastards like what you just saw? Huh?”
Raising his eyebrows at the crowd's louder reactions, he slowly walked toward Beomgyu. “You all are real fucking bastards.”
He quickly grabbed the thin fabric hanging from Beomgyu's pocket.
Smiling at the loudest screams, he said, “Don't even think about it.”
summary: 5 yeonjun, 4 soobin, 9 beomgyu, 6 taehyun, 3 hueningkai, 4 multiple members x reader fics + rambles. majority will contain 18+ content (mdni) & afab!reader
✩ choi yeonjun ✩
love fool | 10.6k - @koqabear - (established relationship, based on jungkook's seven mv) absolutely in love with this stupid dramatic loverboy yeonjun. he's so pabo. my poor heart was aching at every mention of his pout or him being teary eyed 🥺 junnie just wanted his gf back so bad 😭 this made me realise i truly do like my men a lil pathetic :D (the begging and mindless babbling was *chef's kiss*) i can't listen to seven without thinking about this fic
fox hybrid!yeonjun x bunny hybrid!reader | 1.9k - @koqabear - (dom!yj x sub!reader) the ache in my nether regions after reading this 🤤 he fucked reader soooooo good
GOODBYE KISSES | 1.1k - @wooyukh - (established relationship, sickeningly sweet) i love clingly loverboy jun with all my heart🥹 he's so unashamed about his loving nature. i love when tubas are a lil meddling friend group
my girl | 6.1k - @taegimood - (f2l, inexperienced!reader) all those pet names had me fucking blushing and kicking my feet. reader was so incredibly flustered...i fear that's exactly how i'd be around jjun. he's so hot the way he fucked her so good and made her feel so wanted
feminization | 0.4k - @lucidwntrr - (yeonjun noona~ heh) i need more noona/unnie yeonjun content in this world. he's so fucking prettyyy🫠 the shyness while absolutely getting off on it is so fucking peak
✩ choi soobin ✩
playing in the garden with bunny!soobin | 3.3k - @saturnsfae - (bunny hybrid!soobin x bunny hybrid!reader) IN THE FUCKING DIRT?!?!? 🫨 rest in peace that flower garden. this was so soft and loving and deep and fucking primal. i started losing my shit the moment soobin started mentioning the other members. i need to know if they're poly or close friends for reader to react so heavily🙏
P!Nk LEASH | 3k - @gyuuchuuu - (bull dog hybrid!soobin x herding dog hybrid reader) you can rip out the lame shy loser!soobin x hot pink confident popular!reader trope out of my cold dead hands 😌😌
bunny hybrid!soobin | 2.1k - @taegimood - (bunny hybrid!soobin that is perfect for me) literally perfectly depicted soobin as a bunny hybrid. all fucked out with an oral fixation and loyalty to his girl mmhmmm~ 🤤
scared of the dark? | 5.1k - @dearjiwon - (ghost face!soobin) the description of how he was so deliciously fucking into reader had me salivating 😮💨 the switch between how dominating and scary soobin was to the pleading when reader took the reigns hehe
✩ choi beomgyu ✩
Camera Shy | 14.4k - @koqabear - (camboy!beomgyu, f2l) the fucking tattoo THE TATTTOOOO. i love that he already liked her so much and thoughts about her during his streams heh. i fucking loved the scene when they both find out: her freaking out & apologising, meanwhile he's trying so hard not to fuck her. his commanding aura ARUGH. i love how during their stream she was getting more and more into it. i was drooling so bad throughout this 🤤 i can't get enough of him, i'm greedy and i wish there was more
Muted Desires | 24.4k - @filmsbyun - (gryffindor!beomgyu x slytherin!reader, yearning) i absolutely love the depth given to this man. i haven't read enough beommie fics where he's characterised as how i see him irl. the amount of ache and yearning i felt. the amount of intense intimacy. i loved the part when they finally got together, it hit soooo good. i hope those two are happy and living their best lil lives together. it is so incredibly tender. my absolute fav gyu fic!!!
Snowbound Affairs | 22.4k - @filmsbyun - (s2f2l, yearning) ANOTHER YEARNER BEOMGYU MMMHMM SCRUMPTIOUS i love how he's depicted with such emotional depth. that boy was immediately down bad and devoted to reader
bubble gum flavored | 6k - @biteyoubiteme (camgirl au) - i'm a bit way into camboy/girl aus....i'm obsessed with how obsessed beomiebear is with her. sweet lil beomiebear who is ready to do anything for reader~ 😚
beomgyu makes you think twice about condoms | 0.6k - @saturnsfae - (dom!beomgyu) teasing someone by actually wearing a condom is crazy. this man is such a fucking tease omfdfjkgb 🫠😮💨🤤
peach cream | 16k - @beomiracles - (grumpy peach!beomgyu x sunshine little apricot!reader) the bruising on him like on peaches and the environment around his place reflecting him rotting :(( then he finally finds solace in apricot 😭 them going from friends to lovers AHHHHHHHH
newfound discoveries | 6.8k - @fairyofshampgyu - (roomate!beomgyu x dom!reader) all i can say is he's so fucking perverted and pathetic and perfect 🥰
pretty boy | 3.9k - @gyuzies - (sub pathetic pretty boy!beomgyu x down bad!reader) this truly represented me cuz beommie is THAT pretty. the body worship and praise is exactly what my pretty boy deserves 😌
loving you quietly | 12.4k - @koqabear (f2l, they're both idiots) my dumbass was trying to find this fic to put it on the list but i couldn't remember the name or author....OF COURSE IT WAS THE KOQABEAR AGAIN... their make up & confession had my chest all tight and feeling fuzzy 🥺🥺
✩ kang taehyun ✩
Pretty Privilege (and its complications…) | 9.6k - @koqabear - (lifeguard!taehyun x bimbo fem!reader, established relationship, public sex heh) genuinely a bit too obssessed with this. my ditzy self really enjoys when reader is depicted as oblivious/bimbo so much. quite literally my favourite taehyun smut fic cuz HAHAHAHA he's so scrumptious i cannot. he's so fucking hot and the way they're sooooo into one other in a way that makes me jealous and flustered. their tension is so fucking palpable i reread and think about this fic so often. i like this fic too much cuz i accidentally baited koqa into writing an addition to this fic lmaooo (hi! that was meeee). the continuation: all mine. thoughts on all mine posted here!
test your luck | 19k - @koqabear - (s2l, really realy fucking hot!taehyun, weed plays a big role) the tension building 🤌 the smut scene 🤌 another koqabear tyun masterpiece 🤌 i already gave my mini thoughts/review here!!
love language taehyun | 3.3k - @lovesickchoi - (devoted taehyun, established relationship, acts of service) this was soooo incredibly domestic. it is exactly how i envision taehyun as partner: loving, caring, devoted & doing everything for you. as someone who struggles with accepting love and expressing it, i genuinely felt so loved and cared for while reading this 🥹
alpha!taehyun x fem omega!reader (pt.1: the first encounter | 2.5k) (pt.2: the first date | 6.4k) (pt.3: the first time | 11.2k) (pt.4: the first confession | 11.7k) (pt.5 - the first forever finale I | 18k) (pt.6 - the first forever finale II | 10.8k) total wc: 60.6k - @saccharinezennie (scrumptious perfect lover in every way alpha!taehyun x omega!reader) i waited for the finale to release just so i could post this fic rec list. this is THEEEE fic series that made me so unhealthly obssessed with taehyun. he is so fucking delectable in this🤤 thoughts on the series are here!! (hi~ that was me :3)
ginger snap | 7.9k - @hyukascampfire - (gingerbread!taehyun x frosty puff!reader) him guiding reader into grinding on his thigh AHHH. the disapproval of hanging out with tyun to reader being absolutely tamed by him. their cum being fucking frosting and marshmallow. the brat taming was soooo good. he's so mean here...i'm not used to it but damn am i here for it 😌😏
switch taehyun | 2.7k - @lucidwntrr - (switch tyun, vibrator use) the immediate grinding & making out got to me so quickly. cuffs AND a vibrator on his dick!?!? tyun being too embarrassed and shy to admit he enjoyed it *chef's kiss*😘
✩ huening kai ✩
making out with bsf kai | 2k - @delugyu - (bestfriend!huening kai) obsessed with how touchy he is and how he really thinks he's doing nothing wrong. this never fails to get me riled up and red in the face 🫠
love language file: hueningkai | 2.5k - @lovesickchoi - (physical touch, silent treatment) OH MY LIL HEART WAS ACHINGGGGGGGGG. he was so tentative and clearly cares so much about their relationship. slowly building their way back to each other 🥺😭
huening's (very much) real girlfriend | 10.7k - @overtheggum - (perfect lil pookie hyuka) i cracked up so many times and was drowning in fluff. i actually need to put him in my pocket and smother him with kisses 🥰
✩ txt - multiple members ✩
look at him | 5.4k - @yawngnab - (bf!yeonjun x reader x soobin) bruh, dom yeonjun commanding reader to talk about the fics had me shiveringggg. him talking about how reader likes it to soobin like she isn't right there 🫠🫠
just keep watching | 7k - @gyuzies - (dom bf!taehyun x reader x beomgyu) perfectly pussy drunk obsessed beomgyu 🤌 tyun taking charge over BOTH of them?!?! them making out had my legs shaking. i wish people wrote more mxm content in their threesome fics *sigh*
our dracula | 4k - @dr-solomon - (bf!jun x reader x taehyun) the arrangement they have good lord 😮💨
blood in the water, everyone wants her | 3.8k + part 2 | 3.8k - @dr-solomon - (dom!ot5 x reader) such a delectable concept and having all five of them 🤤
buntanteen note: hi guys!!! i haven't made a post in so long >.< i had so much nostalgia while drafting this. pls let me know of any issues (some of the links refuse to open in the app for me and idk how to fix it :/) anyways, this isn't a grand return and i have no plans to change this svt account + post anything else. i just wanted a spot for my fav txt fics and to praise these writers. a bunch of these i reread when i need...uh um *ahem* inspo...(hehe) i hope moas and the writers enjoy this list + my rambles <3 mwah, everyone reading pls take care!!!
best friend hueningkai who likes to keep you on his lap and kiss your neck
still thinking about the kai pepero game…
(wc: 2k / warnings: lots of kissing and making out, grinding, cumming in pants, they’re both pathetic and desperate lmao)
kai has always been a touchy person. you only let him get away with as much as he does because you don’t want to hurt his soft heart, but sometimes you wish you had the guts to. it’s not that his clinginess makes you uncomfortable, because it certainly doesn’t—it’s just that sometimes, he doesn’t realize how intimate he’s getting.
when kai asked for a movie night with you, you expected the cuddling. you expected the way he’d pull you into his lap and keep his arms wrapped around you. you even expected the occasional peck of his soft lips against your skin, but you weren’t prepared for his kisses to land on your neck instead of your cheek. it surprises you, but it’s innocent enough to ignore for a while. he doesn’t linger very long, just planting a few small kisses along your pulse point.
you’re able to calm down after a minute, adjusting to your best friend’s newfound interest in your neck. he keeps his head rested against your shoulder, the warm skin of his cheek heating you up. he’s calm and quiet every time he speaks up, making one-off comments about the movie that you only respond to sometimes. with him leaning on you like this, you can feel the vibrations from his voice rumbling against you.
you start dozing off at some point, too relaxed to bother keeping your eyes open, letting your body go lax against kai’s. the slow rhythm of his hands drawing up and down your body helps you drift off; his innocent, soft touches have always comforted you.
“you tired?” he asks, voice low. he entertains himself with the soft skin of your thigh, gently grazing his fingers against it. it sends a shiver down your spine.
“yeah,” you answer, and even you can hear the slow, sleepy lilt in your response. you feel kai’s lips pull into a small smile before he’s pecking your shoulder carefully.
“do you want me to take you to bed?”
you hum, considering his offer, but you don’t feel like moving around. the second you hit your mattress, you’ll probably lose all your drowsiness. “no, i’m comfortable,” you say.
kai giggles, “okay.” he places his hands on your waist and maneuvers you until you’re facing him instead of the television. it’s easy to move you around when you’re so relaxed, just letting him do whatever he wants. you blink at him slowly, taking in his soft features under the dim lights. he looks angelic. you think you tell him that, but you’re only half-awake and can’t really think well.
he brings his face back into your neck, nosing up the column of your throat languidly. a hand on your thigh gently urges you closer, pressing you further into him until you’re chest-to-chest. he keeps his head buried against you, and his affection nearly drowns you. in your sleepy daze, you accept his actions happily, feeling nothing but cherished by your best friend.
the moment builds up so slowly that it barely hits you when he places a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your skin, right under your jaw. the heat of his mouth feels like heaven against you, and you can’t bring yourself to push him away, too comfortable and content to deny his touches. he drags his lips a little further down, sucking lightly against your neck, taking just a small taste of you.
there’s a heat building inside you now, a growing need that you only register when it’s too late. you’re too far into the moment, too entranced by the feeling to pull away. you let him do as he pleases with your pliant body, indulging in the slow, firm drag of his hands over your sides and the glide of his warm tongue against your flesh.
he kisses all over your skin like he needs to keep you warm, humming pleasantly as he brings his mouth to your shoulder. his fingers dip ever so slightly under your shirt, resting on your bare skin, a faint tickle against your waist. his teeth just barely scrape against your skin, and a tiny mewl slips out of you before you can think about controlling yourself.
he pulls his lips off you after that, face flushing red like he’s the one who made the embarrassing noise. cool air hits the saliva trail kai left on your neck, and suddenly you’re missing the heat of his mouth. your stomach’s still twisted up in knots, all worked up from kai’s relentless attention.
“i’m sorry,” he finally says, hands slipping out from under your shirt. his touch lands on your upper thighs instead, just below your hips. you try hard to push down the arousal that pools in your gut, fearing the possibility of making a fool of yourself even more than you already have.
“it’s okay,” you reply meekly. you can’t tell if the silence that fills the room is tense because it’s awkward or because everything feels so intimate. you have to put in a conscious effort to not let your hips buck against his, still perched on his lap. it’s only now that you realize how hard kai’s gotten beneath you, a prominent tent in his pants. you ignore it for both his sake and your own.
“w-we should stop,” he stutters out, loosening the hold he has on you like he’s ready to let you go. you tighten your legs around his, not wanting him to pry you off. this is stupid, and you know you should just go to bed, but you fear what will happen when you finally let the moment fall.
“yeah…” you agree quietly, even though your actions don’t match your words. you stay right where you are, and your eyes betray you when they dart down to his lips. they’re pink and coated with his saliva, and it doesn’t help you simmer down at all. you only feel more restless. his hands find your hips, holding you still against him. it seems like neither of you are willing to pull away.
his gaze flits behind you for a moment. “the movie’s over,” he says.
you hum and nod. it’s quiet for a few seconds as you think of what to say to fill the silence. “it was pretty good,” you say, making boring, meaningless conversation. you’re not thinking about the movie at all.
“yeah, it was,” he agrees. it’s almost like you can see the restraint he’s summoning upon himself to not pounce on you.
nothing seems to dissipate the tension in the air. you’re stuck staring at each other, and it’s like you’re both waiting for the other to make a move. his hands drift a little lower, sprawling out on your thighs. his large palms engulf your flesh so easily. you gulp.
your hands ease themselves onto kai’s chest, ignoring how firm and strong he feels under you. you only put your hands there to ground yourself. you’re only doing this to keep yourself sane. that’s what you’re telling yourself, at least.
“you got anything to do tomorrow?” you ask, voice shaky as you try to keep your tone casual. his fingertips inch up your thighs to breach into your shorts, slight enough to not need to mention it.
“no,” he answers a little breathlessly. your hands trail up until they’re resting around his neck. it would be easy to pull him in for a kiss like this, but you don’t think about that.
“me either,” you say, whispering now. you feel your heart pounding in your chest. there’s a pulse in your core, too, but you promised yourself you’d ignore that. you barely feel able to breathe.
kai’s eyes fall to your lips. you take the opportunity to let your gaze fall to his own, admiring the rosy swell once again. his hands tighten against you in a way that’s barely noticeable, but since you’re so attuned to every little thing happening, you catch it easily.
you find each other’s eyes again at the same time, and mercy finds you both then—you pull into each other hungrily, lips colliding like you can’t bear another second apart. he moans into your mouth, working against you like he needs to swallow you whole. you’re just as desperate as him, hands scrunching up into the fabric of his shirt as you push your tongue into his mouth.
he doesn’t part for a second, not daring to let up on his kiss, and you let him consume you completely. your mind is spinning, and all you can think about is how incredible his mouth is. he kisses like that’s what he was put on earth to do, diving into your mouth like he needs to taste you to survive.
you whine when his palm meets your clothed center, rubbing against your cunt like he knows how hard you’ve been holding back. you grind against his hand unabashedly, possessed by the need to sink into the pleasure he gives you. your hand travels down his torso until you’re palming the bulge in his pants. you work your hand over him in the same rhythm he rubs his fingers against you, calculated and needy.
you’re panting into his mouth now, leaving it wide open for him to swirl his tongue into. your legs clamp around his hand, feeling yourself nearing your peak, and you can’t stop whimpering and moaning. you feel pathetic, you feel like some bitch in heat, but kai seems to absolutely love it.
he pulls away from your mouth to praise you, “pretty. pretty girl. fuck, i really want you.”
you’re entranced by how swollen his lips have become, looking all the more sinful, making your cunt gush pathetically. your stomach tenses up, orgasm approaching quickly, and kai bucks his hips up into your hand. he seems to be getting close too.
“kai, need to cum, please, need it,” you moan, and he doesn’t let up on his rhythm against your core. you almost feel like crying. you can taste your high as it approaches, chasing it by grinding your hips against him faster.
“yeah, let go, cum for me,” he says, sounding just as broken and pathetic as you. your climax hits you like sweet relief, leaving you crying out as kai helps you make a mess of your panties. you feels kai’s dick twitch beneath your palm as you ride out your high, and you jerk your hand over him greedily until he’s spent and spilling his load into his pants. he throws his head back with a deep moan, thrusting up against you until he’s coming back down.
you’re exhausted, sinking against him and leaning into his chest. you don’t even have the energy to talk about the line you just crossed with him. he doesn’t speak up either, only running his hand down your back as he catches his breath.
a few minutes pass, and you think he might be asleep. the rise and fall of his chest is steady, and it almost lulls you into slumber as well. you’d be perfectly content laying in his arms and resting here, but you feel too gross and sweaty to stay. you let a few peaceful minutes pass before slowly prying yourself from kai’s hold—not without his sleepy refusals to let you go—and head off to go shower.
you don’t know if you should go back to the couch with him, or if you should lay in bed and give yourselves some space. you stay in the shower longer than you need to, not wanting to make any decisions that’s going to alter the course of your friendship with kai. you groan; you should’ve thought of that before hooking up with him. you lean your head against the shower wall, shutting your eyes tight. rationality only comes to you at the worst times.
at least you got off. at least he was nice. at least you won’t have to wonder what kai’s lips taste like anymore.
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.
synopsis: you're a camgirl and beomgyu is your favorite fan.
warnings: 🔞!!! mentions of masturbation (m! and f!), sex toys, mentions of cum eating, panty sniffing, fingering, oral (f!rec), nipple play, overstim (m! and f! rec), marking, use of teeth, unprotected sex, creampie, reader calls gyu by username beomiebear, prob forgot some sorry
wc: 6k
an: my weakness is camgirl/camboy fics and I already want to write a part two. take a shot every time I use the three c’s cum clit cock feedback appreciated :)) [m.list]
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beomgyu remembers when he found your stream for the first time. The cam website had you listed in the newcummer ranks, only a few watchers sitting in the chat when he clicked on. he usually kept to the top camgirls in the list, getting off once and then heading to bed, but he had misclicked when logging on ending up right where he needed to be all along.
The little window previewing your stream showed your pink backdrop, a million pink pillows laid out on the ground where you leaned back. He shrugged, opening your stream to see you with a wand pressed to your clothed clit, legs lifted to your chest, your back arching as you came, the strappy blue bikini straining against your tits like it would pop off at any second. It was over for him the second he heard your breathy whines, thighs shaking as you overstimulated yourself, knees pulling in before you gave a shout pulling the vibrator away. The swimsuit bottoms are completely soaked through sticking and outlining your cunt.
Even without the wand you were trembling, head thrown back as you tried to catch your breath. And for the first time ever gyu commented in the chat dropping a donation with a single word.
beomiebear: again.
The ding of the request was the only sound in your room, drawing you to look right at the screen for the first time. If he hadn't been gone by the sound of your pretty noises he was with your pretty face.
“okay ill go again,” you hooked your arms under your knees, and before pressing back down on your clit you muttered, “This one's for you beomiebear,”
beomgyu stayed up until your stream was over, cock raw from how long he had been fucking his hand, stomach covered in streams of his cum from how often he finished to the sight of you. he bookmarked your page, paid to be an exclusive member and waited for a notification that you were on live.
The first month of following you he got used to your schedule on Wednesday, and Friday nights he would be at his desk filling your chat with requests, commenting on your beauty, dropping donations like candy leading you through the forest of your other commenters to praise him and him alone. Every stream he joined got him more and more recognition from you. A sweet, “hi beomiebear,” drawn out and giddy, your little wave and smile just for him. Other exclusive members in the chat didn’t get that voice, no, it was reserved for beomgyu and beomgyu alone. Even as you grew higher in the ranks and more people started joining your little army you always greeted beomiebear. He was the longest standing member in chat, donated the most, requested things he could tell you liked just by the way you sounded.
When you listed a wishlist for items to be sent to you, if the gift was from beomiebear you didn’t just mention the one time you wore it but every time after, “You remember this one don’t you? It was a gift from beomiebear,” your fingers snapping the waistband of the pink thong you wore, “beomie says he loves me in pink, do you guys agree?”
Your streams were everything to him, even if he was on a trip or out late when you started a stream he was in the bathroom of a bar jerking off like it was the first time he ever saw you, he's trying to stifle his moans in hotel rooms, cumming hard with your name on his lips. he was there for your streams when you just got ready, always in your tiny little tank top nipples peddled, treating the camera like a facetime call. Asking the chat what you should wear, holding up options. His favorite part is always at the end when you put on your lipstick and then go on to fix up your hair, spinning in your outfit asking if you looked pretty. He never missed an opportunity to shower you with love.
And when you did an event for reaching your goal sub count you promised the highest donator a fleshlight, two used pairs of panties, and a personal video of you cumming in one of them. beomgyu was the winner by a landslide. “and who would have guessed that beomiebear was the winner? I'm not surprised my beomiebear is obsessed with me,” it was the same time that you set up personal chat offers for long-time members and no one had been watching as long as gyu had.
you: Do you want me to use your real name in my video for you?
But gyu loved that you called him by his screen name, anyone else he had ever had sex with only called him beomgyu and you were so much more than just casual even if you had never met in person.
beomiebear: No, I like it when you call me beomiebear or even just beomie or bear.
Once beomgyu got his video he watched it on the days you didn’t stream, playing it over and over until he had each word memorized.
“I picked these out just for you,” your hands running over the bubble gum pink panties you wore, “you’re going to have to tell me if you like them. and then these,” you held up that strappy blue swimsuit, “I know I said two panties but these were from the first stream you joined, so that means I wore them the first time you made me cum,”
just the fact you remembered made him hard. and when you pulled out the fleshlight you got him, unboxing it to show it off, “now it's not wet unlike how I am right now but I'm sure you'll get it wet enough,” your fingers running over the silicone, slipping your middle and ring finger in the hole before taking them out and putting them into your mouth, “I wish I could lick this clean after you had used it,” you pout, “I know you must taste so good,” you kissed over the puffy lips before asking, “you’ll think of me when you use it right?”
You had him wrapped so tight about your little finger that he was nodding and answering to a screen knowing damn well you couldn't hear him.
When his package came in he was shaking with need, straining in his jeans ripping open the box, groaning over the smell of you. You didn’t only send the things promised, you tossed in an extra pair of panties, sprayed with your perfume, and a little bear and lollipop phone charm. A note card handwritten for him saying ‘for my beomiebear, don’t forget to give your new toy clitty kisses before fucking it and filling it up while thinking of me <33’ and did he listen, kissing over where he knew your lips had been before sending it, fucking it until he was so drained he was amazed at how much cum could leave his body. Your panties pressed to his nose, phone charm hanging from his case.
You were right about him being obsessed with you and neither of you would have it any other way. and you were no different. Seeing beomiebear's name in the chat or donating would never stop you from smiling. He was one of the first people to support you on live, calling out bad behavior in chat, and calling you the prettiest names. When beomie was active you were putting on your best show. You felt the prettiest when beomiebear was watching and commenting. You picked out outfits you knew beomie would like and couldn't help but think about how he must look behind his keyboard at home.
You've never seen beomie but that didn’t mean that you weren't obsessed with the idea of him just like he was obsessed with the idea of you. Sometimes after a stream when beomie would go to your private chat complimenting you and saying goodnight you were laid out in bed giggling and kicking your feet, blushing and smiling acting as if you've never had a boyfriend before in your life. No man had ever made you this giddy in real life and no one else from your streams compared.
You remember finding the little phone charm when you were on vacation smiling like a madman just thinking about beomiebear so you bought it. You wouldn't be able to forget the cute little bear or the lolly pop, beomiebear, and his bubblegum princess in pink. Always wondered if he had put it to use or if it was sitting in his nightstand with your panties.
Tonight you set up your stream for a get ready with me, fingers rolling over your nipples to get them hard, “Hi! Tonight is just going to be a short stream, it feels like forever since I've been on but it's been only one day,” your eyes scan over chat, welcoming the users who tip or the ones you've seen before. These streams never did as well as the ones with you masturbating but they did bring in long-term tippers, the ones who requested private texts and videos often. “I'm going out tonight so I need help to make sure I look good, do you think you could help me decide on a few things?”
Your setup is in your spare room, the one space that made you sign for your apartment as soon as you saw it. Your backdrop is set up right along the back wall, a bed set up lengthwise along the wall with all your pillows to lay down at the perfect angle for your camera. Your vanity is usually behind the camera, only used when you do streams like these, the lights setting the mood. The small closet attached to the room held anything you wore for streams, all your toys and props organized under where everything hung. Tonight you were going out with friends for drinks for a rare night out with friends. You spend most of the time commuting to class and home, and with both your cam schedule and your school schedule you didn’t go out much. And none of your friends knew your little secret and you would keep it like that as long as you possibly could.
You held up the two options you had picked out for tonight, “maybe I should try them both on for you?”
It then that beomies name pops up in chat and your smile brightens, “Hi beomiebear! Which one should I try first?” you were going for an angel or devil theme with the white set and the black set in hand, both of them nearly identical to each other.
beomiebear: Don’t we get to see the lingerie first?
“I didn’t even think of that beomie you’re so right. I would need your help to pick out the perfect panties for these, hmm let me see what I have,” you dig through your collection, pulling out a few options for them to pick between. “Here I have pink,” you hold them up one at a time, “white, red, and black. If I wear the white skirt I don’t know if I'll be able to wear the red but why don’t we see?”
Your top half was mostly in frame as you changed your panties but stepping closer to the bed you could see more of your body in the viewfinder. Picking up the white skirt to pull it on, purposefully tugging it up higher. “see what I mean everyone would be able to see, especially if I bend over,” you demonstrate leaning over the bed and looking over your shoulder as you wiggle your hips.
beomgyu is sitting in his apartment biting his lip trying to decide if he should touch himself when he has to be ready in an hour to leave for drinks with his friends. Debating if the clean up is worth it but knowing that if he doesn't get off at least once he will be fighting a boner for a while. He watches as you pick up the next pair of panties to try, you’re standing in front of the camera tugging your skirt down enough so that when you take off the red pair the camera doesn't pick it up, but as you tug on the white lace and bend back over the bed he gives up on resisting. The material is just sheer enough to show the outline of your cunt and as you sway your hips asking if these are better the fabric slips along your lips. there is no way he is not touching himself now. “oops,” you giggle fixing the lace so that it sits right again, “maybe not these, don’t want anyone else seeing what is only meant for my angels,”
you stand back up, “You know what I think the black skirt is better,” you slide the white skirt off leaving you back in your tiny cropped tank and lace panties before sliding up the black skirt, “okay but now the white is too showy,” you bend again, “what should I pick next the black or the pink?” gyu is fast to respond, “okay beomie says pink so I think we have to try that one next,” and gyu doesn't know what happens to him when he sees you wear pink only that he's whimpering with his hand down his sweats picking up his pace as he squeezes his cock. When you bend doing your little wiggle he knows he's the one who sent these to you from your wishlist, that alone makes him cum. His head falls back against the headboard, not caring about the mess anymore when you’re there taking your top off, pushing down on your boobs with your arm to hide giggling about not wanting to wear a bra tonight. Your bare back to the camera as you pull on your new top.
By the end of your stream, he was cutting it close to making it out on time to meet up with everyone. But when he got to the bar they had saved him a seat at their booth half taken up with his friends and half taken up with yours.
You were half squished between your friend and soobin, feeling claustrophobic amongst the group. soobin and you have an econ class together along with another friend at the table. He had invited the two of you out a couple of times but it was always on a Friday and you always made the most of Friday nights. But he had asked to celebrate the end of the semester pointing out everyone else was going so you agreed wanting to finally get out even if it was only the one time. So far all of his friends were nice, picking up conversation easily and adding everyone in like they had been besties for years. gyu didn’t even realize it was you at the table until you lifted your head at yeonjuns loud, “Look who finally made it!”
beomgyu had only just seen you on his screen, putting on lipstick and blowing a kiss to your chat before logging off, he felt like he was hallucinating but he didn’t want to get caught staring. He tried to keep his features blank, avoiding spending too much time looking at you when he nodded a short greeting to everyone. he wasn't fully convinced it was you until soobin was introducing your side of the table, “And this is gyu,”
your smile was the barest reaction he had ever seen you give, “Hi gyu,” so unlike the way you look when you call him beomie. he sat on the other side of soobin as the others continued their conversation. His hands were slick with sweat as he discreetly pulled out his phone pulling up your private chat, he had messaged you after stream like he usually did complimenting you, your sweet reply always going straight to his heart. He typed out a message for you clicking his phone off and letting it sit in his lap as he watched you pick yours up.
beomiebear: I hope you’re thinking of me while you’re dressed that pretty tonight don’t need you forgetting me.
beomgyu was trying not to make it obvious he was watching you as your face lit up typing before clicking your phone off. In his lap, his buzzed and he knew it was you. That little smile gave away more than anything else.
you: There is no way I could forget about you when I'm always thinking about you <3
And as much as beomgyu wants to talk to you he's completely scared shitless.
He feels like the second you two lock eyes you'll know he knows you’re a cam girl. That you'll feel weird once you know he's watched you get off for what feels like forever. Not even that he just watched but he's gotten off more times than he can count from watching you. that not even two hours ago he was fucking his hand wishing it was you and you had only been changing. He wouldn't be able to take it if you ignored him, stopped answering his messages, and smiled at his user. So he bit his tongue and sat back.
beomgyu didn’t think he would have a problem acting normal but when your friend dragged you out onto the dance floor it was almost painful not to watch you. the way your body was moving drawing him in without him noticing he was stuck on you until soobin bumped his shoulder, “just talk to her,”
“w-what no,” he stumbled, waving away the suggestion, “she wouldn't- I'm not-“ his heart was beating so hard he's sure any more attention brought to him would give him away.
“I will if you don’t,” gyu gave the deadliest glance, it was the last thing he ever wanted to think about, his friend and you together when it should be him. soobin chuckled, “I'm kidding I like her friend but it proves my point on why you should speak up,”
beomgyu bit the inside of his cheek before muttering, “I'm getting another drink,”
and that's where you found him at the bar. He was checking the time on his phone waiting for his drink when you popped up next to him leaning over the bartop waving over the bartender. Not even noticing he was from your group until the bartender walked right past ignoring you. gyu went stiff, placing his phone face down on the counter when you spoke up, “gyu right?”
“Yeah,” he absentmindedly starts to play with the charm on his phone, flicking the lollipop. He knows you've never seen him, that you wouldn't know him in the way he knows you. Every shared glance feels as if you will just know it's him, like his username is written on his forehead that if you paid enough attention would be visible to only you. He could feel a pit in his stomach, a brewing mix of embarrassment and need. If he wasn't worried you would freak out he wanted to get to know you like he would any other girl in the bar. Ask you to dance, get you a drink, flirt until the sun comes up; he wanted you to like him, feel something for him even if it was a fraction of what he felt for you.
“how do you know soobin?” you ask just trying to make conversation as you wait for another bartender to pass.
“we're childhood friends and we roomed together our first year,” he flicks the charm again, looking over at the glasses lining the wall in front of the two of you, missing the way you looked down at what he was messing with.
You could feel your heart in your ears at seeing the charm on his phone, the instant realization almost blinding. Your silence is what makes gyu look back at you, both of you looking at eachother like you saw a ghost. The two of you jumped out of your skin when Yeonjun and Kai came up behind gyu to say goodbye.
“beomgyu were leaving,” and if Kai hadn't said his name at that exact moment you could have written it off. Anyone could be beomiebear it didn’t have to be gyu but mixed with the phone charm at that exact moment you couldn't have missed it.
“o-okay,” beomgyu had to clear his throat to get the words out. the final nail in the coffin was when Yeonjun ruffled gyus hair as a salute not knowing he was leaving the two of you in a puddle of nerves after saying, “Bye beomie,”
Even if it's a packed room, the only thing you can see is gyu in front of you. you had always dreaded the day when you would meet a member outside of chat, the possibility so much higher with your face uncovered. Now you were face to face with someone you had proof watched almost every single one of your streams. “so… is it going to be really uncomfortable now?”
“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable at all. I wasn't going to say anything,” beomgyu feels like he's rambling, grasping for straws to try to right the situation. You can see the panic on his face, the same face you're re-examining with your new clarity. A deep blush is set across his cheeks, his brows pinched in worry.
“no it's okay I'm more shocked than uncomfortable,” you try to laugh it off, finger brushing over the little bear charm. “Happy to put a face to the name, you’re way cuter than I imagined,”
beomgyu could feel warmth all over his body at the compliment, a soft smile showing itself. “you think?” it was so much better in person to hear you say nice things, to know it was meant for him alone.
you give a soft chuckle waving, “Do you want to dance with me? I don’t think the bartender cares about us at this point,”
“o-okay,”
beomgyu couldn't believe you were here, the two of you are so close now that beomgyu can smell your perfume, making his cock so much harder remembering your panties pressed to his face, aided now by the way you were grinding back on him. he had a hard time putting his hands on you in the first place, you have to guide him to grab your waist. But as the night went on he was finding it easier and easier to let his hands roam wherever you let him.
It felt as if you've known him for so long, everything falling into place as if you've always known each other, like that first stream was a first date and you haven't been apart since. If it had been anyone else you think you would have gone straight home and locked yourself away, with beomiebear, with beomgyu, you felt as if you could lock the two of you in a room and never leave. Because even if he had been behind the screen he still had picked up on the way you liked things.
You turned wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to your mouth, “it's getting late,”
“I don’t wanna go,” he confessed not caring if you could feel his erection pressed against you, he wanted to stay with you not see you go.
“You don’t want to go home with me?” if you could push yourself any closer you would just to make your point, “Because something tells me you really do,”
beomgyus mouth is dry, trying and failing to come up with words that won't seem too needy because all he wants to do is beg. he would have you right here if he could, right in the back of the uber you called to pick the two of you up. He's never been so nervous to be with anyone before, even his first time he was less needy and more confident. What breaks him is when you get to your apartment, when you push open the door to your spare room and he sees that pink bed from your background, moody lights and all. He moans at the thought of all the times he's seen you spread out on those very pillows with your hand between your thighs. The white skirt and panties you didn’t wear were still on the floor. “are you really wearing the panties I picked out?” his voice was caught in his throat, not at all how he wanted it to come off. But you just smile from the doorway, no one has ever been in here with you before and it gives you butterflies.
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” you ask, sliding your hands up his chest and around his neck.
He's slow to kiss you, the soft tentative nature of his kiss unlike how you thought he would be. He was being so gentle, taking his time with you, exploring the way you two fit together. His hands at your waist pulling you into him, kissing you breathless. beomgyu could make out with you forever, making every effort to know you inside and out. one hand sliding down the curve of your ass, pushing your shirt up until he was feeling the lace of your panties, groaning into your kiss. “do you-,” he can’t even pull himself away from you, pressing himself closer, coming back to your mouth like it was the source, “do you think-“
you have to pull away giggling. “it's okay beomgyu I'll still kiss you after you ask your question,” he's nodding like he understands, nose brushing against yours as he tries to latch back onto your mouth.
“Do you think I could watch you?” those puppy dog eyes working wonders on your stomach, “please,”
“only if I get to see what it looks like on the other side of the screen,” you reach down to cup him over his jeans, “it's only fair,” beomgyu has never been so noisy in his life, whimpering as you feel him up, wanting to thrust into the air when you pull away. “Do you want me to use a toy?”
he's nodding his head watching you pull open your closet door, the drawer you pull open overstocked with everything he's ever seen you use in a stream, even things he hasn't seen you use yet. He's almost a little shocked at the sight of all the options to choose from, mind filtering through every reaction he can remember you having with each one, needing to see your lashes flutter. It's when he sees the wand toy from the first stream he attended that he knows there was never another option for him.
beomgyu sits on your vanity chair, leaning back against the cushion to get the perfect angle to watch you. The nerves were new for you, even the first few streams you had done you had been able to overlook the feeling because you were just alone in the room and no one really watched. Now you were actively being seen because even if the chat was running it was almost always positive comments that boosted your ego. Even other partners hadn't stepped into the space and maybe that's what was making it worse, you didn’t want to disappoint, but as you laid back on the pillows all stacked up to keep you slightly upright and looked at beomgyu it all faded away. He was watching you like he was seconds away from devouring you, that needy crease to his brow, the hem of his shirt rolled up just enough to show off his navel and waistband of his underwear.
You lifted your knees to your chest using your arm to help keep them up, the way you were folded made your panties tighten against your cunt, the wet outline making gyus mouth water. He popped the button of his jeans, zipping down the zipper, to give him some release. You clicked on the vibrator, the hum the only sound in the room as you pressed it over your clit. Your reaction was instant, hips jerking and lashes fluttering. You could see the way beomgyus breathing increased, his hand pushed into his pants, lip between his teeth to keep his moans quiet.
“I want to hear you,” you gasp, “I need to hear you,”
beomgyu nods adam's apple bobbing, the breathy whimpers taking up all of the space in your mind until he pulls down his pants. His cock is heavy as it slaps against his stomach, beomgyu works fast to take off his shirt not caring where it lands as you focus in on every vein on his shaft. He's already so leaky, all his precum aiding his strokes. The visual of watching his hand working himself drives you insane, your imagination running wild as his hand pumps up and down stopping right at the flared tip, picturing exactly what it would feel like when he pushes into you. Your orgasm comes crashing down on you, the pretty sounds coming from your mouth alone have beomgyu following right after, both of you locking eyes across the room as you try to come down from your high. gyus stomach is covered in streaks of his cum, sliding down with every breath he takes. You click off the wand not wanting to overstimulate yourself letting it fall in the pillows next to you.
Your panties are completely soaked as you push them down, strings of wetness still clinging to the fabric. You toss them over to beomgyu who's eager to catch them, cleaning up the mess he's made only to wrap them around his still-hard cock, letting your combined cum work as more lube for his slow pumps. “Your cock is so pretty beomie, does it put the gift I gave you to good use?”
beomgyus thrusts up into his hand at the nickname, “Yes, I-I make sure to give it clitty kisses just like you told me,”
you run your fingers through your slick folds spreading your legs wider to give him a better view, “are you going to give me clitty kisses before you fuck me?” beomgyu has to pull his hand away from himself before he came again at the question. He had dreamed of tasting you; getting lost between your thighs. He dropped your panties making his way to kneel in front of you on the bed. You still had your shirt and skirt on and he helped take both of them off before hooking your knees over his shoulders. As much as he has seen your pussy on screen nothing beats in person, your swollen clit covered in your slick, his head framed by your thighs. beomgyu is licking his lips as you brush your fingers through his hair, pushing the strands behind his ears, his eyes flickering up to yours as he wraps his hands around your thighs to keep you still. “how is it that you look this edible?”
you roll your hips, the heels of your feet pushing into his back, “just get to eating me,”
his lips ghost over your clit, your whimper drawing him closer, soft kisses dusting over every part of your pussy. You have to tighten your hold on his hair, pushing him to your clit to get him to move past all his teasing. beomgyu moans at the taste of you, the vibrations aiding his work on your clit. If he could spend the rest of the night between your legs overstimulating you he would. Every sound and movement in reaction to the way he's making you feel fuling him on. He's messy as he buries his face into you, all of your wetness gathered on his tongue as he circles your bundle of nerves, sucking deeply making you roll your head back. Your second orgasm is blinding as he presses two fingers into you, the pressure making you see spots, legs closing in around his ears.
When beomgyu pulls away your legs feel weak when they rest back on the bed. He kisses up your stomach, loving your uneven breathing as you try to come back to reality. His mouth is all over you, tongue trialing your skin before he finds your nipples. Taking his time with each he lightly tugs them between his teeth, sucking along the delicate flesh leaving marks up and down your body. beomgyus thinking about seeing all the hickeys he's leaving on you when you stream, everyone knowing someone had their mouth on you. The thought alone has him humping into the mattress, your giggles waking him up as you run your thumb over his cheek, “who knew beomiebear would be so needy,”
“only for you,” he confesses kissing your extended wrist, “please let me fuck you, please,”
you don’t hesitate to let your legs fall open wider as an invitation beomgyus cock already pressed against your thigh, sticky still from earlier. “you don’t need to beg,”
you help him guide himself to your entrance, mushroom tip pressing in enough to make you shiver, mouth opening in a silent moan at the feeling. beomgyu can’t contain his noises, eyes glued to where the two of you are connected. He pushed in further the sight of him disappearing into your cunt like a beacon he won’t look away from. He doesn’t look up to see your face until he gives one last thrust to fully knock his pelvis to yours. Your head is rolled back with that hazy fucked out expression and he’s hardly done anything at all. he rolls his hips back before pushing all the way back in your whimper tearing him apart. “you feel so fucking good,”
beomgyu sits back on his heels dragging you with him, hands holding your hips as your back arches. The angle pushing him right against your gspot, your feet digging Into the mattress as gyu frantically picks up his pace. He guides your body down on his cock, every thrust making your boobs bounce. beomgyu is lost in the feeling, desperate whimpers escaping him, veins in his hands and arms bulging from his hold on you.
“beomie,” the name slipping so easily, the whine making beomgyu feel like any second he would cum especially when you felt this warm, this wet. He was using you like his own personal cock sleeve focused solely on getting his cum as deep as possible into you.
Blindly you reached out next to you for the vibrator, finding it and turning it on pressing it to your clit. beomgyu can feel his orgasm building aided by the way you’re squeezing him. Sloppily thrusting he feels the tightness in his balls, he presses as close as he can get himself to you.
The fucked out expression on his face as his hot cum spills inside you triggers your orgasm, the wand pressed to your clit also pressed to the base of his cock overstimulating the both of you. You go to move it but beomgyu’s hand shoots out holding the vibrator in place watching the way your body convulses. Thighs trying to close in around him, your cries loud enough you know you’ll get a noise complaint. But beomgyu’s cock is still pulsing your body milking him in a way no one ever has before.
It’s only when he sees the tears in your eyes that he pulls the wand away, switching it off and laying himself onto you. His mouth is on your neck, hammering pulse pressed to his lips as he gives you slow soft thrusts making sure you’re stuffed full of his cum.
Your arms wrap around his shoulders, fingers curling in the sweaty strands of hair at the base of his neck. Both of you catch your breath slowly coming back to yourselves.
When he pulls out you feel the overwhelming gush of your combined cum slipping out and down to puddle on the mattress. beomgyu sat back watching in amazement. “I’ve always wanted to see what your pussy would look like after i was done with it,” two fingers scooping up anything he could to stuff it right back in.
synosis: giving head to beomgyu for the first time, after a late night hangout turned into a tension filled kiss.
warnings: oral (m!rec), some hairpulling, and reader swallows...
beomgyu had stayed over longer than expected. what was meant to be a brief hangout, a few rounds of mario kart, shared takeout containers, maybe a movie—had stretched into the hours past midnight.
the apartment was quiet now, hushed in the way only late-night silence could be, where every shift on the couch or flicker of the television felt sacred, almost too loud.
he was still lying beside you, sprawled across the cushions with a blanket half-haphazard across his hips, one arm thrown over his face like it could block out the weight of the hour.
his hair was tousled, falling in front of his lashes, and the soft rise and fall of his chest made your thoughts feel slower than usual — like watching something too pretty to look away from.
you hadn’t meant for the night to go this far. not really. not with the way your stomach had coiled every time his thigh brushed against yours during the game, not with the way his laugh seemed to echo in your chest more than in the room, not with the way he looked at you like he didn’t want to leave — not even now, when sleep hovered heavy in his limbs.
you weren’t sure when it started, the shift that you could feel in the air, the tension that grew and stuck your skin.
maybe it was the way he dropped his arm and looked at you — all half-lidded and soft, like you were something he wasn’t supposed to have but wanted anyway. maybe it was the way you laughed when he rolled his eyes about losing three rounds in a row, lips already curling into something more dangerous. or maybe it was how close your faces had gotten without even realizing it.
one second, you were bickering about who cheated on rainbow road, the next, you were kissing him.
it was clumsy at first, all teeth and breath and the quiet gasp he let out when your hands gripped the front of his hoodie. he tugged you onto his lap like it was instinct, large hands bracketing your hips, pulling you down to straddle him without hesitation. your thighs hugged his sides, and your lips crashed into his again, harder this time, hungrier.
the kiss turned feverish fast — mouths sliding, hips grinding without rhythm, desperate to chase something neither of you could name. your fingers found the back of his neck, slipping into the soft mess of his hair, tugging gently when he bit your bottom lip. he groaned at that, low and rough, hips bucking up into you unintentionally.
you let your gaze drag over him a second longer. “can i try something?”
his arm dropped slightly, just enough to peek one eye open. “what kind of something?”
your throat tightened a little. “just… say yes.”
the quiet buzz of the TV filled the space where your words landed, and beomgyu’s brows furrowed, but only faintly. a breath passed, long and thoughtful. “okay,” he said, so softly it felt like permission and confession all at once. “yes.”
you shifted onto your knees slowly, the blanket slipping from your lap as you turned toward him, heart thudding unevenly. your hands moved with care, tentative, reverent — as they brushed over his stomach, pushing up the hem of his hoodie just enough to reveal skin. his breath caught, chest stuttering beneath your touch, but he didn’t stop you.
when your lips met his skin, it was gentle at first — kisses placed low on his abdomen, tracing down with a growing certainty. he watched through half-lidded eyes, mouth parted, lashes fluttering. every exhale seemed heavier than the last.
you tugged his sweats down slowly, his hips lifting just enough to help. his cock slapped against his stomach, already half-hard, the tip flushed pink and glistening with precum. you took a second just to look—he was pretty, of course he was.
“you’re so hard already,” you whispered, voice low, teasing. “all that from just kissing me?”
“you have no idea,” he exhaled, tipping his head back.
when you wrapped your fingers around him, he gasped, hips twitching up before he could stop them. “oh,” he breathed, high and shaky. “you don’t— you don’t have to… i know you've never done something like this...”
“i want to,” you said, voice quiet but certain. “i want to make you feel good.”
you stroked him slowly at first, watching the way his eyes fluttered shut, how his fingers curled against the blanket beneath him like he needed to anchor himself. he was already leaking at the tip, warm and sticky against your thumb.
and when you finally wrapped your lips around him. slow, warm, careful — he whimpered softly, it was the prettiest sound you’d ever heard.
you licked a slow stripe up his shaft, watching the way his stomach tensed, the way his thighs twitched when your tongue flicked gently across his tip. the salty taste of precum met your tongue, but you didn’t pull back—you did it again, slower this time, dragging it out just to hear him whimper.
"baby…” he gasped, voice cracking, one hand flying to your hair like he didn’t know what else to do with himself. “feels so good…”
you hummed around him in response, taking him deeper, letting your tongue swirl softly, tracing the underside until his hips jerked involuntarily. your free hand slid up his stomach, fingers splayed across his tense abs as you kept him still. not that he could go anywhere.
you set a slow, steady pace, hollowing your cheeks around him and pulling soft moans from his lips with every glide. your hand stroked the base where your mouth couldn’t reach, twisting gently, adding pressure as you sucked.
“you’re so perfect... i-” he couldn’t even finish the sentence. he was panting now, chest rising and falling rapidly, fingers tightening just enough to feel but not guide.
you bobbed your head slowly, letting your pace build in waves. fast, then slow again. watching the way he twitched every time you sucked a little harder, how his thighs trembled under your palms. you could feel how close he was, the way his stomach flexed with every breath, how his legs kept shifting like he didn’t know what to do with the pressure.
his head fell back against the couch, jaw slack. he was gorgeous like this, flushed and undone, just for you.
his thighs trembled under your palms, soft whimpers leaving his throat with each swirl of your tongue, every bob of your head sending new curses tumbling from his lips. he was sensitive, overwhelmed, trying so hard to stay quiet and still — but his body betrayed him, hips jerking up ever so slightly, fingers tightening in your hair.
“fuck, baby,” he moaned, eyes screwed shut. “i— i’m gonna—”
you didn’t stop. instead, you hummed around him again, the vibration dragging a broken sound from his throat.
when he came, it was with a full-body shudder, hips stuttering once, twice, his hand gripping yours like it was the only thing grounding him to reality. his moan was strangled, half-gasp, half-cry, your name falling from his lips like a prayer.
you swallowed around him, slow and deliberate, only pulling off when he finally collapsed against the couch in a daze.
his chest was still rising and falling fast, hair sticking to his forehead, cheeks flushed pink. he looked like a fever dream. like something too beautiful to be real.
“holy shit,” he breathed, after a long pause. “that was… so good. you're so good for me, baby.”
you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, crawling up beside him and curling into his side, still catching your breath. he slung an arm around your waist without thinking, pulling you close like his body already missed yours.
“you okay?” you asked, softly, eyes flickering over his expression.
he laughed then, breathless and disbelieving. “okay?” he echoed, dragging you down beside him, wrapping both arms around you like you’d disappear. “you ruined me.” he laughs, adding a teasing comment.
you found yourself giggling, clinging tigheter onto him as you bury your head into his chest, he sighs in contentment, letting the world around you both fade out as you drifted off to sleep, tangeled in eachother.
⪼ The shriek you emit echoes off the pink tapestry when Beomgyu's hand comes down on your ass in a firm smack. "Patience", he hums as he massages the spot he'd struck, "I always give you what you want in the end, don't I?"
◞ emo(kinda)!beomgyu x bimbo!reader (f)
[ wc: 1.6k ]
「 !! 」 missionary, doggy, ass smacking, pullout method, reader is a lil dumb, beomgyu is kinda mean, sub!reader, meandom!beomgyu, a little overstimulation, reader owns a shit town of plushies, beomgyu isn't described as emo but imagine he is for this, he mentions wanting to fuck her ass in the end.
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ I can't tell if this is bad or not... but it's better than nothing,, I wrote it just now so I didn't have any time to proofread it, but I hope it's readable nonetheless <3
── 𝖬𝖠𝖨𝖭 𝖬𝖠𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳 | BEOMGYU'S 𝖬𝖠𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳
Beomgyu had never really been a fan of your pink bedsheets. Covered in small cherries that scattered across the fabric, he found them quite tasteless, though he'd refrained from making a snarky remark the first time you had brought him over.
Tonight he hadn't as much as glanced at them, they were a crumpled mess that tangled beneath you — smothered under your joint weight as Beomgyu pinned you to the mattress. Tonight he only cared for the way you looked under him, arms by the side of your head as you gazed up at him with a starstruck expression, like he was the best thing that had ever happened to you.
Beomgyu's lip twitches at the thought. You were so naive, so quick to trust, so quick to let him inside — in more ways than one. He leans down, letting his lips grace the warmth of your neck, relishing in the way you shudder against him. "Beomgyu…" His name spills from your lips like a blessing, lighting a fire deep inside his gut.
"Yeah?" He breathes against your jaw, teeth dragging across your skin before nipping at it. The moan that rolls off your tongue makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand. Beomgyu is sure that the noise alone could kill an army of men. He should know for his cock throbs painfully inside your cunt from the sound.
His pace is slow and almost torturous, the ache in his veins screams for him to go faster, to make your eyes roll back as you clench around him. The feeling he desires is but a mere move away, and yet he holds back. It's better this way, always is. Soon enough you'll be whining for more, tears building on your lashes as you pout for him to give you what you both crave.
When it comes to you Beomgyu is a patient man. He could spends hours between your legs, savoring the taste of you only to hear those delicious and lewd sounds. Except he never had to wait that long. A moment later he feels your hand on his shoulder, the sharp acrylic nails he'd opened his wallet for earlier this week digging into his skin like knives.
"Beomgyu…" You whine,fingers curling a little tighter around his shoulder as you give him a small, impatient tug, "More, please."
With a last kiss to your jaw, he leans back enough to catch the sight of your face under the dim lights. You were the kind of pretty one would see in magazines, the posters horny teenage boys would hang on their walls or the porn they jerked off to. Beomgyu lets his thumb drag across your bottom lip, he'd been hesitant when you suggested filler — but fuck did he love the way they felt around his cock now.
Your brows are drawn together in that almost petulant look that told him you were not backing down. So he relents, letting go of your face with a small click of his tongue. "Tch, always so impatient, are we?"
He pulls out of you with a hiss, already missing the way your cunt wrapped around him. The disappointment is short lived when you crawl onto your knees, quick to get into position as you get on all fours before him. The sight is enough to have him lick his lips, one of his hands caressing the soft curve of you ass, chuckling under his breath when you push back into his touch.
"Hurry." Comes your voice, hushed and urged as you glance over your shoulder.
The shriek you emit echoes off the pink tapestry when Beomgyu's hand comes down on your ass in a firm smack. "Patience", he hums as he massages the spot he'd struck, "I always give you what you want in the end, don't I?"
Your protests die down after that, followed by a compliant silence. Hand curling around his aching cock, Beomgyu gives himself a few leisure strokes as his free hand continues its soft caress to your skin. He would drag it out a little longer, tease you just a little more, but he finds himself unable to wait even a moment longer. So he lines himself up, letting the tip of his cock slide against your dipping cunt once, then twice, then—
"Wait!"
Beomgyu almost groans as he tilts his head back, already knowing what was coming. "Yes?" He sighs, peering over at you through hooded eyes. He finds you glancing between him and the plushies on your bed expectantly, a small frown on your face.
One of the big surprises he'd encountered when you had invited him over for the first time was the abundance of stuffed animals you kept. From teddy bears to sharks and cats, your bed was crowded with them — leaving little room for the two of you.
You had introduced him to all of them, a big smile on your lips as you did. Beomgyu still remembers the confused look on your face when he'd asked, "Well where do I sleep then?"
"What do you mean by that?" You had asked, clutching one of the teddies in your arms. Beomgyu's brows shot high on his forehead, had you really not gotten what he was implying? No, you were far too sweet for that, even now, with your back arched on all fours in front of him, did your airhead-ed antics seem never ending.
"Seriously?" He asks as he freeze mid motion, "I've been fucking you for a good while already." Gesturing to the row of plushies on either side of you with a small grimace, he couldn't wrap his head around what the big deal was.
You promptly shake your head, fingers curling a little tighter around the sheets. "This is different", you murmur, blinking twice like it would somehow magically convince him, "Please?"
With a barely restrained groan, Beomgyu leans forward, hands grabbing the stuffed animals with a little more force than necessary as he turns them to face the wall. It's a tedious process considering the sheer amount that inhabited your bed. Sometimes he ridicules himself on the extreme lengths he went to in order to get a busted nut in.
Once they're all organized neatly he straightens back up. "Happy?" He asks, wrapping a hand around his cock in a desperate attempt to save his hard-on.
You nod, flashing him a pleased smile as you push your ass back against his erection. The grunt slips past his lips without him even meaning to. Beomgyu doesn't waste as much as another second as he buries himself deep inside your waiting cunt a second time.
Doggy was his favorite. He loved the way your naked back looked, loved running his fingers down your spine all the more as he watched you shudder. His hips slam against your ass, the sound of skin smacking together filling the hot air of your bedroom, along with the soft whines you let out with each one of his sharp thrusts.
He pulls out almost all the way, leaving less than an inch of him inside of you as he peers down at the slick mess you had made of his cock. "Such a stupid girl you are…" He muses before ramming himself back in, earning a sickeningly sweet moan from you as you fuck yourself back onto him desperately. "All your pussy knows is how to take dick", he continues as his hand smooths over the spot of your ass which he'd previously smacked.
He feels you clench around him at that, your cunt clamping down on him vigorously as your orgasm ripped through you. Beomgyu loves the feeling of you coming apart around him, cunt sucking him in like it was trying to devour him whole — it's enough to make his head spin with pleasure.
Beomgyu watches with lidded eyes, heavy with desire as you fight to stay upright. He's there in a second, arm wrapping around your middle as he presses an open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder. You whine something about 'too much' and 'sensitive' but Beomgyu only chuckles as his teeth drag across your skin.
"But I'm not done", he drawls, giving another harsh thrust as his cock throbs inside your overstimulated cunt. Your next whine borders on a sob as you arch back against him, one trembling hand reaching for a plushie as you grasp it between your fingers.
Leaning back up, Beomgyu grabs a firm hold of your hips — angling you just enough to let him sink even deeper, pulling a strained groan from his throat as his head tips back. Fuck, he would never get enough of this, of you.
It physically pains him to pull out just before his own climax, his entire body protesting at the thought but he does it anyway. One hand still firm on your hips, the other one works quickly as he jerks himself off roughly — eyes lingering on the curve of your ass as he bites his lip.
He cums only a moment later, thick and hot stripes of release spilling all over your smooth skin, sliding down your ass slowly. It's an obscene sight, enough to make his cock twitch as another idea strikes his mind.
Letting himself get a handful of your ass, he gives you a firm squeeze, listening to your soft whine with a pleased smirk. "You're gorgeous…" He murmurs, almost to himself as he watches the evidence of his desire drip along your skin. "Maybe I should cum in your ass next time?" His thumb brushes against your hole, never breached through,but lingering just enough to feel.
You shiver beneath him, your quiet whimper filling the hot air. "Would you like that?" He asks, cocking a brow as he searches your eyes.
Tilting your head over your shoulder, you give a small nod.
Beomgyu's mind practically spirals at the idea, his gaze dropping back to where his finger rests. "Bet your ass would take dick just as good as your pussy."
— soaking, want you drenched. :: 1.500+ words. ..ᝰ.ᐟ
• abstract :: where you and vampire boyfriend, beomgyu, can’t keep your hands off each other, even in the shower.. . ✶
warnings :: (18+) mdni. smut — vampire! 최범규 x afab!reader … shower sex, finger sucking, heavy makeout, mutual masturbation, fingering, spit kink/spitting & swapping, slight biting, overstimulation, mentions of blood, they’re both needy and intensely desperate, use of “daddy” & “mommy” once, they’re both switches, just overall messy ✮⋆˙
sticky note :: listened to like a vampire by tabber ft. so!yoon while writing (especially soyoon’s part). if u ever want to feel the exact mood, def recommend listening!! thank u for reading >.<
fuck.
that’s what you want; your truest desire, since it’s the only word crawling in your blank brain right now, a need that you share with the only other person that ever matters right now.
just laced bodies melting into each other, gliding and flushed together beyond possibilities. engulfing each other’s noises of pleasure, mouths hovering close with no aim of closing. the water trickles down your bodies and faces, the heat and steam suffocating the warmth already lodged between you both. eyes closed, droplets cling onto your eyelashes as you both sway in each other’s hold.
beomgyu pulls you impossibly closer, you arch into his bending frame to please your mind. merge, crawl under his skin. you wonder if he has the same thoughts, the reason behind his sudden desire to devour you. he doesn’t let you go, keeps you close with a tight grip onto your cheeks, thumbing your bottom lip open and pressing against the flat surface of your tongue. it’s quickly replaced with his tongue, a scoring hot fervor as it licks over yours, lips wrapping around your tip when it lulls further out; prompting him to suck more. and more, like he can’t get enough. you can’t do anything as he practically suffocates you with his desire but return it with the same intensity, nails clawing into his biceps as they flex, whining when you feel the slight gaze of his protruding fangs scrape your slippery tongue.
his breathy moans are loud into your mouth from the close proximity, creating a beautiful symphony along with the splashing water falling down from his back. his hands move to grab; to hold, pressing onto the base of your neck, spread fingers easily reaching your collarbones as he presses you back and still chases your lips.
you don’t need to breathe. you don’t want to, you just want to breathe him.
the tiles are cool against your back, causing you to arch and hiss into his plumped lips from sudden change of temperature but you don’t part. beomgyu doesn’t curl his fingers around your neck, just slightly pets over the taut muscles as he sucks onto your bottom lip.
beomgyu’s pretty lips tug, and pull, watching your lip snap back like taffy before he leans back in to hide your echoing whines.
fuck.
his bites are cruel, with intentions of showing nothing but his aching hunger on your skin. never fully puncturing skin but digging in enough to make your nerves crawl. he leaves you raw, letting the water wash away your mixing spit from your chins as he allows his hand to trail along, down from your sternum to the center of you bodies. droplets drip from the ends of his strands and fall right on your cheeks, your makeshift tears as the water showers away your own real salty tears of pleasure.
devour. take. give.
his fingers slip in easily from where they glide, your body leaking it’s own water onto his. he rushes not because he wants to, but because everything within him is screaming to take your pleasure. because he can’t handle not showing you how much he needs you.
and when his fingers curl just right and you couldn’t keep up with his kisses anymore, puffing straight whines onto his slippery lips, and when his entire arm shakes from how hard he’s fucking you with his fingers, only then does he crumble.
only then does beomgyu slap a hand on the wall behind your body and finally rest his forehead on the tile right next to your ear, to focus on the way you’re already clenching around his middle and ring fingers. they’re perfect, thick and long, just enough to suck on after, just enough to curl right into your sweet spot now, with a rhythm that matches the perfection of his skilled hips. he knows your body well enough to know how to move his.
he’s just as shameless as you, mouthing along your trembling shoulder, letting you feel his pointed fangs graze lightly and his plumped lips plush out against your skin as he puffs out hot moans against your tensing, rising shoulder. he can’t help it upon hearing how freely you let out your own sounds, head tipped back onto the tiles and chin digging over his shoulder, arms now fully circling around his neck to keep him close for support. you want to be meld into his entire being, but his fingers pumping rapidly in you is as far as you can get for true connection.
beomgyu wants the same, still gently grazing his teeth against your skin from that ancient, rawly instinctual feeling violently shaking his being everytime he’s this close around your stretched neck, this close to your exposed beating heart. it pounds in his head, makes his canines ache, and he can practically taste your sweet blood on his slicked tongue. there’s a squelching but he doesn’t care whether to differentiate it between your sweetness jostling with the mix with his own cum or the water splatting against the shower floor.
“fuck, gyu, wait—”
said man whines just as helpless as you. no, he cannot wait, why wait? he wants it bad. craves this bad, desire you bad.
he’s shaking his head besides yours, holding you up with just his body pressed flushed against yours when he feels your thighs start trembling against his. they’re pillows around his wrist when they snap close around him, but he keeps plunging deeper, twisting his wrist and slightly shifting his angle to hit dead on the spot.
like water, he feels your slick trickle down the back of his hand and his wrist, making the pump slippery and lot easier. your stomach heaves, trembling against his lean abdomen and his hand clenches into a fist against the wall as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, hearing your saccharine cry echo into his ear and out of the clouded shower.
he doesn’t stop, he never does.
beomgyu keeps going as all the strength leaves your body with the waves of your release he milks out of you, fixing you even better even through overstimulation.
you don’t breathe, you cannot breathe as he steps even closer, pushing your thighs further apart with his own while he fucks you back up into that building high.
“daddy- i’m… sensiti—”
“one more, mommy. gimme one more.” he huffs when he picks his head up again to invade your blurry vision and take your lips again, eating the sharp cries you involuntarily yelp when he suddenly pops his fingers out to rub tight, quick circles against your clit. he doesn’t care about the water glistening his entire hand, sticky and stringing between his fingers like tiny webs when he plays with your swollen bud of sensitive nerves. he doesn’t care about how the overhead spray of water trickles past his shoulders and down both your bodies, washing away all the slimy arousal between you both.
you fear you’d actually slip and fall from how weak you were.
he fucking flinches when he feels you suddenly wrap a hot palm around his throbbing cock though, immediately pulling away to look down between your blushing figures, to look at how your hand struggles to wrap entirely around his thickness.
and before you could tug one more weak stroke around him with just water as your friction, he sucks into your mouth again, taking all the excess saliva you had left on your tongue and slipping down your chin with purpose. that purpose being to spit it onto his own cock twitching in your hand, feel it plop thick and heavy on his cum-pearled head and watch as your hand glides over it right after, smearing it with your strokes as if the water wasn’t going to wash it away anyways.
his groan shutters from his chest. it was hard for you to focus when he continues to roll your clit between his fingers, now getting fueled even harder by your pumping hand around his cock. he’s pretty underneath the water, pisces man.
“fuck,” he breathes the curse word as he leans back into the wall and glides his hand back down swiftly to sink back into your heated mess. you’re still clenching with aftershocks and the sudden intrusion again, fingers aimlessly pumping before popping back out again. he whines when you flick your wrist and thumb at his drooling slit, whining harder when he brings his hand between your bodies and up to his mouth, and sucks onto his soiled fingers with audible squelches. a mess.
“mmphhh, baby..” he curls into your frame to rest his forehead against the cool tile, keeping his gaze on your hand while your other grips tightly around his crown of sopping wet hair. his fingers slip out, then nudge against your lips, which you open instinctively, sucking on his leftover drool on them while your hand speeds up on his cock. focused.
taste, devour. soaked, drenched.
that’s when he quivers, the feeling of you wrapped around his body, his fingers, his cock. he can’t stand it, getting lost in the feeling of you taking his body, head tilting slightly back as his lips gently skim over the tile wall from the motion. his eyes were fluttered shut, eyebrows furrowing as water trickles down the top of his head, down the front of his face, dripping off the curl of his bottom lip and tipped chin.
his fingers sink deeper into your mouth and you hollow your cheeks, feeling his cock twitch more violently in response, hearing him puff out higher moans against the wall that skims the tip of his nose.
“oh, oohh, fuck- fuck me..” he whimpers, pressing his fully body weight onto yours, trapping you in.
and it’s until he feels you gently graze your thumbnail over his slit and your teeth digging over his knuckles, his twitching hips spasm, buckling with a loud whine as his thick load spurts into your hand and onto your abdomens between your heaving bodies.
content: dom!gyu, stubborn cocky unserious gyu, established relationship, fem bodied reader, hickies/marking, readers a little shy, lowkey manhandling, dirty talk, fingering & oral (f), he's just handsy as hell idk. reader acts annoyed at first but is 100% in
A/N: i lowkey didnt want to post this but here we are i did NOT proof read this y'all! i wrote and i left
Beomgyu's a stubborn fuck. Standing between you and the door when you have to leave soon, holding you by the waist and playing with the bottom of your shirt and just grinning into your neck instead of letting you pass. You're stuck in the bedroom, 5 minutes til you have to leave if you wanna meet your friend at the agreed time, with almost 6 ft of man keeping you from getting ready.
“Just a sec.” His hands slide just under your top to squeeze at the flesh above your hips while his tongue runs over your pulse area.
You sigh. ”Beom—”
“Nn-nn, baby. Here, just...” He's pushing you further back into the room, a few steps away from the door toward the bed.
“I have to go,” you say, breath catching when you feel his teeth on you, starting to leave marks. You muttered his name again.
“You'll be fine.” You could feel that stupid smirk of his against your skin. Trying fruitlessly to muster up some other meaningless denial, you were swiftly maneuvered onto the bed. You curse and lightly shove his arm with one hand.
The action only earns a raised eyebrow from Beomgyu as he's moving to hover over you. He doesn't say anything, only plays with the hem of your shorts with one hand while the other holds his weight, eyes skimming over you. If you didn't know better you might think he looked thoughtful.
“I'm serious,” you say, and you know before you finish that there's no shot it comes across as convincing. Not with the way you've been visibly forcing yourself but to lean into him the whole time. Beomgyu nods lazily, pushing your shirt up and shifting downward a little. Your eyes widen a little and you start to lean up, only to be easily pushed back onto the pillows. “Stay.”
“F-... five minutes.” You remind him quietly. Beomgyu's fingers are pulling your shorts off to toss them somewhere on the floor. Pushing your legs apart to move between them, he gives a glance back up to your face for what felt like the first time since he stopped you in the doorway. You realize you're biting your lip, and let it go, eyes shifting off him as you hope you're not too flushed. No matter how many times you do this you can't seem to hide your reactions.
Your knees end up over your boyfriend's shoulders, and you look back to watch him lean his face over your panties. His hands caress your thighs, the soft touch of those pretty hands give you goosebumps. Beomgyu's taking his time, open mouth making its way to softly kiss over the fabric. You can't help but squirm a little — flustered and a little nervous — and you notice him smirk softly again before going for it, leaving open, wet kisses over your clothed core.
“I'm gonna be all— all messy, can't just— fuck.” Your thighs tense around his head when he gives your clit a brief moment of attention through the fabric.
“Shh, it'll be quick, just wan’ a taste before ya leave me.”
You shake your head. “Not enough time, just gonna make me all bothered when I have t’ go.”
“Doubting me?” His dark eyes meet yours and suddenly you're unable to do anything but shut up and shake your head. “Didn't think so.” Beomgyu brings a hand to push your panties to the side, running a finger through your folds. “You're already wet ’n everything. You might even be able to take my cock already if I wanted to...” he teases.
Some part of you wants to reach down and whack him in the head, but most of you is entirely clouded by his long fingers gathering your wetness up to rub over your clit, drawing little gasps and sounds from you. Your fingers bunch up some of the blanket beneath you, shutting your eyes in attempt to keep your composure.
Beomgyu chuckles under his breath and plants a kiss to your thigh, nipping at it and soothing over the spot with his tongue before leaning further for a higher spot. His fingers working up and down your cunt just teasing your clit with each return while he sucks marks into your soft inner thigh, making you whine. Beomgyu hums, “Look at me,” he murmurs, resting his fingertips just over your waiting entrance until you meet his gaze. He smiles, pressing his lips to the mark he'd just left, and pushes his two fingers into you at once.
"Ah-!" You're given no time to gather yourself when he starts, he's immediately finding a quick rhythm, reaching just the right spots with ease, pulling loud whines from your mouth til your hand clamps over it. Beomgyu rolls his eyes, “Yeah?” his steady, deep voice drawls in contrast to the fast motion of his fingers. “Not gonna let me hear you?” When you don't let up, he adjusts his grip on your thigh to lean back in, holding eye contact as he presses his warm tongue between your inner lips, fingers curling into that spot inside you all the while. Both of your hands find their way to his messy dark hair when he glides over your sensitive clit.
You groan, pushing your hips up only for him to keep you in place with his free hand. He's all in now, eyes shut, pressing his tongue flat and tasting your wetness, fucking and pressing just right with his long fingers. It's sooner than you expect when you're arching off the bed, whining and tugging sharply at his hair, earning some soft groans from him in return. “Fuck- Beom—” He takes a glance up at you, “Mm, come on, baby,” he says. He presses his lips to your bundle of nerves and then takes it between them, sucking lightly and running his tongue over it.
You almost feel like you could pass out from the high when your climax washes over you, his pace unrelenting as he rides it out for you. You're panting, hands falling to rest on your stomach, thighs twitching and trembling in his hold when he kisses up from your core to your knee slowly while he eases the motions of his fingers in you.
When he pulls them out you can't hold back a little groan, looking up at him with hooded eyes. Beomgyu laughs, “What, you want it back or something?” He brings his hand up, watching your essence string between his fingers when he pulls them apart.
You look away. You'd roll your eyes if you weren't so blissed out right now.
“You gotta get ready quick, yeah?”
You blink. Right. You only nod, leaning up on your elbows as you catch your breath.
“Look,” Beomgyu says, tapping your chin with the other hand before bringing the wet one to your mouth. He quirks an eyebrow and you part your lips for his fingers, closing around them and sighing softly, ignoring the chuckle coming from Beomgyu when you do exactly what he wanted.
“I'll drive you.”
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