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♡ Now listening to ♫ Panic - Beomgyu
🤍saw txt 25/03/2025 + 01/04/2025 🤍
(will be back fully in january 🤍🤍 ) that was a total lie mb im always gonna be kinda inactive but never inactive does that make sense im here to vibe idk
you fall asleep on soobin's chest most nights, curled against his side with your head either on his shoulder or resting on the pillow right next to it, your soft breath blowing across his skin. and sometimes, when your hormones run hot and high or your unconscious mind takes you to naughty memories, soobin feels you grind against him.
soobin, who stays up later than you, often struggling to sleep even with you right beside him, letting you cuddle into him while he quietly scrolls with his phone brightness turned down. soobin who feels your hips slowly roll against his thigh, who notices the quiet whines as your sleeping body tries to find release against his.
the first few times this happened he was too scared to do anything, to wake you up or help you out. watching with baited breath as your tired hips slowly rubbed against him, soft sighs fanning out across his skin as you finally found release. tucking your hair away from your face when you smiled, snuggling deeper into him
but tonight, oh, his poor baby can't seem to find release all on your own. but you were so, so tired when you came home and he doesn't want to wake you, so he locks his phone, setting it down before sliding his hand between your legs, cupping you gently over the thin sleep shorts you wore to bed. the sigh you make as your hips find purchase against his palm is so loud he thinks he's woken you up, but you haven't. still sleeping, you lean into him, full body pressing against the length of his, hard against your soft as you chase your dreamy release. when you cum, soobin can feel the warmth spread out from your core, damp against his fingers, wonders how you'll feel in the morning, if you'll dream of his touch.
I LITERALLY LOVE YOU SM. YOU CHANGED MY LIFE MUAH MUAH. PART 6 PLEASE 🫦🫦🫦
i love u too!! here’s part 6!!!
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(wc: 4k / warnings: arguments, crying, jerking off yet again lol, edging i guess, spanking, thigh fucking, 1 use of the word slut, cum eating, mc lying to herself but she is in fact cheating lol)
you’re the last person beomgyu expects to be knocking at his door, but when he sees you standing right before him, he thanks the universe for whatever must have brought you here. he calls your name as if to test if you’re real and not a hallucination—he wouldn’t put it past himself at this point. you step inside wordlessly and without any emotion on your face, and his brows furrow in question. he’s thinking of all the reasons you might have for being so serious, but you start up before he can start guessing. “are you seriously ignoring taehyun because of me?” you ask.
ah, so that’s why. he still can’t quite tell how you’re feeling. you don’t look or sound mad, but you don’t exactly seem upbeat either. beomgyu decides to answer your question honestly; he gains nothing from lying. “yeah,” he says, the truth rolling off his tongue easily. it’s quite the contrast to the front he had to keep up for the sake of saving face.
you shake your head like you’re confused, like you don’t understand why he’d be upset with taehyun. he finds it hard to believe that you don’t know the answer to that. you’re smarter than that, no matter how much you might try to be blissfully ignorant.
“why, beomgyu?” you ask. he’s about to answer, but you continue, “taehyun keeps mentioning how you won’t talk to him. i’m worried he knows about us.” you make it sound like he’s your side chick, and it hurts him a little more than it should. it also pisses him off, which is a much less vulnerable feeling, so he leans into that instead.
“why’s it matter to him? he’s got a girlfriend now, he can go talk to you.”
“please,” you beg, voice gentle like you’re trying to pacify beomgyu. “i just want things to be peaceful.” it sucks that being peaceful means pushing aside his own feelings so that everyone else can get a happy ending. it’s not fair, and beomgyu’s not as selfless as you may hope, so he doesn’t fight the pout that forms on his face. maybe it will make you pity him a little. “stop that, gyu.”
he doesn’t stop; he doesn’t answer, either, letting his silence ring the room. it’s not like you’d give in to any of his words anyway.
your voice takes on a more stubborn tone now, “seriously, stop. just talk to me.” beomgyu’s surprised by how unwavering you sound, like you won’t deal with his behavior this time. you’ve never scolded him before; he’s always known you to be meek and sensitive, a total pushover. it’s taehyun of all people who gets you to grow a backbone? he’s the one thing you’ll fight for?
“and say what?” beomgyu asks, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice, but he’s not sure how good of a job he’s doing. “that i’ll act like taehyun’s best friend for your sake? cause fuck what i want, right?”
“are you kidding me?” you seem offended. that’s just the beginning of a world of audacity beomgyu’s got, but he saves most of it from you. his anger isn’t really directed toward you at all. “why are you being so difficult?”
beomgyu has no issue bending to your every whim for literally anything else, but it’s impossible for him to compromise on this. “if he cared that much, he’d be here instead of you,” he reasons.
you sigh, body deflating like you’re giving up. “i didn’t come here to argue. i just came to ask you not to throw away your friendship with him.” you’re back to looking like the girl he knows well, meek and lacking any bite. something about it puts out the fire that had been burning inside of him, mellowing him out.
“alright. i’ll think about it.” no he won’t, but you look happy when he lies, and he doesn’t want to upset you any more than he already has by putting up a fight.
“can you text him right now then?” you ask. beomgyu blinks at you, thinking you must not be serious. you elaborate, “so i know you mean it, and so i won’t have to worry anymore.”
beomgyu sighs and pulls out his phone. he opens his chat with taehyun, staring at it for a few seconds. he draws a blank on what to type. he lets his thumbs hover his keyboard for a few seconds, thinking of something to say, but he just can’t. everything that goes through his mind is something along the lines of you’re trash, back off, p.s. your girlfriend’s at my house right now.
“i can’t,” beomgyu says, putting his phone back down.
“gyu”—
“sorry. i really can’t.”
“you’re serious?”
“yeah,” he answers. “i don’t know what to tell you. don’t be mad at me.”
“well i am,” you say, growing stubborn again.
“what do you want me to do then? let me make it up to you,” he offers. you don’t seem too entertained by his proposition.
“to be nice to my boyfriend,” you answer. beomgyu huffs at that.
“boyfriend,” he repeats like the word is laughable.
“what is your problem?” you finally ask. he doesn’t think you’d like his answer, so he turns away and walks off. the only reason he storms off to his bedroom is because he knows you’ll follow, and he has to bite his lip to keep himself from grinning when he’s proven correct, hearing your footsteps trail behind him quickly.
you stand in front of him in his bedroom, looking at him like he owes you an explanation. he probably does. he can’t really bring himself to give you one, though. now that you’re here with him again, his mind’s in a whole different space.
“why won’t you talk to me? what did i do? i don’t get it,” you say. you don’t even sound that mad, your tone is more confused than anything else.
he’s not sure how to explain himself. he can’t make enough sense of his own emotions to tell you whatever he’s going through, all he knows is that he needs you, and the less he sees you, the less okay he feels. you’ve become ridiculously important to him.
“i just miss you,” he says. that’s as close to an explanation that you’ll get for now, but it’s a good enough summary of his feelings. your arms fall back to your sides, and he can see your eyes soften. it makes his lips tug up, breathing easier again now that the tension is dissipating from the air between you.
“i’m still here, though,” you say.
“not in the same way,” he whispers. his eyes drop to your lips. his heartbeat pounds in his chest, keeping time of the moment.
you break after a few seconds, gaze falling to your feet like you can’t handle his eyes on you. he doesn’t force your attention back onto him, he just waits for you to decide to give it to him. when your face does lift back up, it’s accompanied by a frown tugging just slightly at your lips.
“what?” he asks, eyes darting between yours. you’re silent, and the longer the moment stretches, the glossier your eyes become. you’re holding back tears. beomgyu’s not sure what he must have done, but he regrets it. he feels like an asshole. watching your waterline fill feels like a stab to the gut.
you bury your face in your hands before leaning into beomgyu’s chest, and his arms instinctively wrap around your frame. he wants to coddle you and bring you to his bed, let you squish into his side until you feel better, but he stays put. he has a feeling it’s best not to push his luck right now. he keeps his focus on comforting you, letting you deflate in his arms until all the overwhelming feelings leave your body.
you step back a minute later, lashes wet with tears, and beomgyu’s stomach twists at the sight. he wipes your tears and holds your face like you’re a doll. he aches to kiss the pout off your face, but he’s scared you might hate him for that if he does.
“sorry,” you whisper. your hands wrap around his wrists, slowly dragging them off your face. his palms feel burdened with emptiness now.
“don’t be.” he kisses your cheek, so light that it’s barely there. he lingers a few inches from your face, waiting for you to react. all you do is blink at him with those wide, curious doe eyes. something about it reminds him of the first time he had you in here, in his bedroom. he brings his lips to the apple of your other cheek, kissing the soft skin there. you still don’t push him away.
“i should go,” you say when beomgyu pulls back again. his hands cradle your face, desperate to keep you.
he shakes his head. “no.”
“i’m gonna do something stupid if i stay,” you explain.
“stay,” he insists, a soft plea. he kisses your forehead.
“gyu…”
“stay,” he repeats, peppering gentle, quiet kisses down your face. a small whine leaves you. “stay, i need you.”
“okay,” you whisper. beomgyu’s knees nearly give in at that. he swoops down to capture your lips in his, closing his eyes as he prepares himself for the taste he’s been missing for so long, but you pull your face back before your lips could even brush. his eyes flutter back open, brows scrunched in question. “no kissing,” you say.
beomgyu whimpers, tent already growing in his pants. he’s needy and impatient, so he latches his mouth onto your neck instead, sucking at your skin. you pull him back by the hair.
“no marking,” you say.
“i wasn’t going to,” he defends. he holds your hand and brings it to your mouth, kissing your knuckles.
“i can’t take any chances.” beomgyu has no choice but to respect that—you’re already allowing him so much by giving him this. his hands tug at the hem of your shirt, but you nudge them away. “no,” you say again.
“god, what can i do?!” he’s so worked up, it’s driving him insane. you won’t let him do a single thing to you, and all he wants to do is touch you, touch you, touch you. it makes him feel insane. he doesn’t know how he survived this long without you, but he can’t picture going too long without your touch anymore.
“i—i don’t know,” you answer. he’ll figure it out for you.
“let me finger you,” he says, fingers dancing at the hem of your pants.
you swat his hand away. “no.”
“let me eat you out,” he offers, bringing his head in toward your neck. he laps his tongue over your skin, dragging the hot muscle across you slowly.
“no.”
beomgyu groans, frustrated. “then touch yourself and let me watch,” he says.
you shake your head.
“then what?” he asks, exhausted and desperate, ready to do anything. are you trying to get him to lose his mind? he feels like he’s about to split at the seams. it doesn’t help that he’s hard as a fucking rock just from the thought of having you again.
you think for a moment before dropping to your knees, and beomgyu’s immediately cursing at the sight. he might blow his load just looking at you like this.
“fuck, you gonna suck me off?” he’s already half-breathless, palming himself over his sweatpants.
“no, just gonna watch,” you say, tilting your head to look up at him. watch? what are you talking about? you really are on a mission to drive him crazy.
“…watch me jack off?” he asks.
you wince at his words. “vulgar.”
“can i?” he doesn’t entertain your dramatics.
“yeah.” he’s racing to get his dick out of his pants, already leaking at the tip. he spits into his palm before wrapping his fist around his cock, stroking it impatiently, imagining your hand in place of his.
he groans, “fucking need you. you’re always on my mind.”
“i think about you too,” you admit. his length twitches in his hand at your words. he moans, unable to take the confession. he needs to hear more.
“yeah? what do you think about?” he asks. you smile shyly in response. he has to shut his eyes and squeeze the base of his cock tight to keep himself from spurting out cum at the sight. “tell me, pretty,” he says.
“it’s embarrassing…”
“come on,” he insists. he bites his lip, stroking his cock languidly as he waits for your response.
“i think about you touching me,” you say, voice quiet, but beomgyu catches it easily. he whimpers at your admission, fucking his fist faster.
“mhm, and?” his voice is whiny as he prompts you, but he doesn’t care. he needs more.
“and how your tongue felt on me. inside me. all over me.” your words have beomgyu’s head spinning, and he’s overcome by an uncontrollable urge to touch you. he’s dying to get his hands on you, to do something, anything.
“yeah, i do too,” beomgyu says. obscene noises fill the room as he hammers into his fist, aching to get himself off. “think a lot about giving you more than you can take,” he admits, stomach clenching as he imagines it. “fucking you harder when you start crying. i think about being mean to you.”
you gasp at his words, thighs pressing together. he groans, feeling his orgasm close in. he wonders how wet you are. your cunt must be pulsing right now, must be soaking. you’re probably dying for relief, desperate for his touch. maybe you’ll get hot and bothered, panting like you need more air than the room holds, legs spread like you’re waiting for him to come save you. god, what he’d fucking do for that.
“how good will you be for me?” he asks breathlessly, fist still furiously working over his cock. you tilt your head in confusion, and that small movement almost sends his seed shooting out his cock. he regains his composure and continues, “will you let me cum on your face?”
you lean back a little upon hearing that, shaking your head. “no. i can’t.”
beomgyu groans and strokes himself slower. he takes in the depravity of the scene now: you’re kneeling before him, fully clothed, not touching him or yourself, and yet it’s still enough to get him off. you haven’t once begged for his touch since dating taehyun. maybe, all this time, beomgyu never really mattered to you at all.
no, he has to prove himself. he’ll do anything to make you see that he could be enough. it’s so fucking hard to do that when you won’t let him do anything to you, though.
he pries his hand off his cock, even though all he wants to do is paint your face with his seed. he pulls you up so you’re off the floor and nudges you toward his bed. “come here,” he says. he helps you assume position, laying you on your stomach and pulling your ass up in the air.
you peek over your shoulder at him, brows tugged together like you’re trying to decipher what he’s up to. your eyes widen when his fingers dip below your waistband, body jolting in surprise.
“gyu..!” the shock in your voice really turns him on, and he feels disgusting for it. his fingers linger, not pulling your pants down just yet.
“come on, let me take these off.”
you whimper, and the sound is so depraved that it has another glob of precum beading out beomgyu’s cock. “okay,” you relent, voice muffled as you turn your face back against the mattress. you must be embarrassed to give in so easily.
“good girl,” he says, pulling your pants down your legs until they fall off your ankles. he grabs a handful of your ass in each palm and spreads you open, making you squeal and squirm. your reaction is cute, but what’s even better is the view of your soaked cunt against your ruined panties. your arousal coats your inner thighs too, and he almost pities you for how bad you must need him.
he releases his hold, running his hands down to your thighs instead, massaging the flesh. you let out these sweet moans, and beomgyu can’t pull his eyes off the wet spot between your legs. he wants to pull your panties down and dive into your pussy, push his tongue inside you until you’re screaming and crying into the mattress.
he drags his fingers back up to your ass, then removes his touch from you completely. the sound you let out is so depraved and needy, he almost stuffs you with his cock on the spot. instead, he draws his hand back just to deliver an open-palmed smack to your ass.
“oh, god, fuck—gyu!” you cry out as he does it again, soothing your skin with gentle rubs. he barely has enough self control to keep himself from sliding a finger between your clothed folds just to feel how wet you are.
“you should be nicer to me, should let me have my fun,” beomgyu says, then spanks you yet again. your yelps have him holding back satisfied moans of his own. he bends down over your body, hips pressed flush against your ass as he drags his lips to your ear. “should let me touch you,” he whispers, taking your earlobe into his mouth. he releases it with a wet pop before coming back up, keeping his hips pressed against you. his hands find your hips, pulling you further into him, dick cozied up against your ass. he seriously feels like exploding.
you sound broken when you cry out, and beomgyu watches your fists clench around his bedsheets. he experimentally grinds his hips a little, just enough to test the waters and see if you’re okay with this. you let out another wanton moan, back arching into the feeling. beomgyu might just die. he’s never letting you go.
his thumb dips beneath your panties at the small of your back, tugging the cloth up just a bit, just enough to tease. “can i take these off?” he asks.
“no, keep them on,” you answer. “fuck my thighs.”
“holy fucking—okay, yeah,” beomgyu breathes out, keeping himself together only so he can obey your command. he pokes his dick between your thighs, biting his lip when he feels how slick they are. “you’re soaked right through,” he moans, bringing his hands to your thighs to press them together tighter.
your soft flesh squeezing his dick makes him feel drunk, mouth dropping open as your arousal coats his dick. fuck, if you’re drenching him this much with your panties still on, you must be wet like a dream beneath them. the thought torments him, makes him feel like clawing at the cloth until it’s all torn up.
you keen when his tip passes over your clit, so he angles his hips to hit it again and again, making sure he passes it every time he slides through your thighs. it’s the closest he’s gotten to actually being able to take you. this is the best chance he’s got to prove that he can fuck you right.
he starts running his mouth, too far gone to stop himself. “needy little cunt dripping all over me, just couldn’t wait to get fucked, huh? needed my big dick to stretch you open.” he thrusts harder, more greedily, wanting to soak up all your pleasure. he’s not even inside you, but the fantasy is making his stomach tie up in knots, and he hopes you’ll just let him have this.
“y-yes, needed you so bad!” the pathetic whine in your voice has beomgyu increasing his pace, crazy with the need to get you creaming yourself like this.
“yeah, i’m right here, baby. gonna give it to you good, keep you crawling back to me.” his hold on your thighs must hurt, fingers digging in harshly to keep you squeezing his dick tight, flush against your leaking cunt. he needs you to cum soon, or else he risks blowing his load before you. he doesn’t want to be such a loser; he wants you to think he’s perfect, to think he’s the only man who can satisfy you.
he’s more determined with his thrusts now, focusing on what makes you feel good, listening to what has you mewling the most. he keeps that up until you start to tremble in his hands, and that’s when he knows he’s got you.
“gonna cum,” you warn, but beomgyu’s already working straight towards it. he chases your orgasm like it’s his salvation, desperate to be the owner of your pleasure.
“do it, come on, cum all over my cock, ruin yourself for me, show me who my little slut is,” he babbles, dazed as he eagerly fucks you into your high. you’re crying out and tensing up, rolling your hips back against beomgyu’s dick, and he’s helping you ride it out the whole way.
the moment you’ve gone lax, beomgyu pulls his dick from your thighs, holding your hip with one hand and stroking himself with another. he doesn’t hold himself back, fucking rapidly into his fist to bring himself to the edge, spewing out nonsense as he chases it.
he cums all over your ass, moaning obscenely as he does, twisting his fist over his cock to milk out every last drop. he wants to see you covered in him, wants to give you all he has to offer. he jerks himself until it hurts, then lets go to admire the streaks of milky cum painting your skin.
“god,” he groans. he brings his tongue to your flesh, licking up his own seed so he can clean you off. his tongue drags all over the swell of your ass, making sure he collects everything on his tongue. you whimper and sigh as he coats you in his saliva, letting him do as he pleases without question.
he pulls back to make sure he’s got it all, and his eyes land on your clothed pussy. his mouth salivates when he sees the rope of cum covering your folds. he takes his chances, leaning in to slide his tongue over your panties slowly, taking his time dragging his muscle over your cunt to catch all his release. you're burying your face into the sheets, but it barely muffles your noises of pleasure. your legs are kicking out like you can’t stand it, but your hips are pushing against his face like you need more.
he drags himself away from you, because if he didn’t, he’d find it hard to resist the urge to pull your panties aside and taste your wet cunt for real. he flips you over, and you roll onto your back with a blissful smile.
“i told you i shouldn’t stay,” you say, stretching out your legs.
“are you kidding? i don’t even think i should let you leave after that.” his words make you laugh, but he’s not really kidding. he doesn’t want to see you walk away.
“these are so uncomfortable against me now,” you say, finger tracing the outline of your panties. “i’ve never been so wet in my life.”
“i’m gonna get hard again if you keep saying that.” it also feeds his ego a little to hear that. he loves when you make him feel like he’s good to you.
you sit up and reach for your pants, putting them back on. “you leaving?” beomgyu asks.
“yeah,” you answer, getting off the bed. beomgyu leans back, watching you lazily. you’re checking your phone for a minute, then lifting your head up to beomgyu. “i guess i’ll go now.”
“you don’t have to,” he says. he hopes you didn’t mistake his quiet for him being apathetic. “i don’t want you to.”
you laugh, “i know. i’ll talk to you later.” you walk over to him to give him a parting hug. “this isn’t happening again. last time, seriously,” you say when you pull back. he doesn’t really believe you.
“alright,” he agrees. he’s sure you don’t believe him either.
“you better call taehyun soon,” you say as you leave, pointing at him to let him know you mean your words. after what you two did today, he just might. not for any reason you’d like, though.
i’m back from korea!! well I’ve been back for a few days - feels like there’s so much to catch up with on here ik i have so many juicy fics to read, but i wanted to do a little photodump to commemorate my time there bc those two weeks were very very special to me
not to be cringey but getting to meet and hang out with my best friend, seeing a comeback together in sk and going to all the pop ups, and just being able to be moas together irl which is the reason that we met in the first place, was so so so amazing i can’t put it into words
so here’s a collection of some moments to summarise the trip! no one probably gives a fuck but coming home has been an emotional rollercoaster and i feel like i need to put out my appreciation into the universe lol
@taegimood miss u lov u thank you for being in my life counting down the days until we can be giggling over soogyu in your apartment again 🤍
raw. no protection. all day. all night. 24/7. in the bedroom. in the kitchen. in the bathroom floor. bicep around my neck. from the front. from the back. in all my holes. all my morals out the window. all of the above.
